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Near the tailend of her shift, Garcia finally got a moment to herself after slipping out of the elevator on the eighth floor, and she beelined for a spot near the locker room that she knew to get little foot traffic. The vibration of her pager rivaled the beating of her own heart and only in its absence did she realize how it had soundtracked her day.
She checked her phone: still no birthday wishes. That was to be expected, she reasoned. Most people are busy wrangling their families on this day, so there’s not much room for her to pass their minds. It’s not personal. There were, however, four missed calls from her mother, and a text shortly after:
Te olvidas de tus padres
The message was so classically her mother that she couldn’t help but laugh. No birthday wish or any sort of preamble, just a straight-up guilt trip: You forget about your parents.
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garcia has a birthday shift from hell and needs to fuck about it
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26 Jun 2026
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“Don’t act as if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“What if I don’t?” Yolanda asked, fingers moving to Trinity’s inner wrist. “Will you show me?” She pressed her fingers into Trinity’s skin, right above her radial artery and chuckled, feeling her pulse racing.
“God, you’re infuriating,” Trinity mumbled, taking Yolanda’s hand, her skin sending sparks where they touched, burning bright. She placed Yolanda’s fingers on the side of her neck, just enough for her to get a better feeling of the effect she had on Trinity, to feel her pulse at the carotid, much stronger there, that much more desperate.Or the 3+1 fic that takes Trin and Yolanda from flirting to making out in a supply closet to finally falling on Trinity's bed
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24 Jun 2026
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With a small smile, Garcia asks, “What time is it?”
Remnants of sleep still cling to the edges of her words, and as Santos revels in the way her husky voice thrums against her, she almost wishes that she could bear witness to this version of Garcia every morning.
It’s a wish that hovers shiftily in the corners of her conscious awareness, one that evaporates whenever she tries to look at it directly. But she allows its peripheral presence to persist, offers it a silent truce; and so that desire floats its way into her body and becomes manifest in the slightest of her movements instead.
“Early,” she murmurs, before returning to Garcia’s neck with her teeth so as to bite back any words that she wouldn’t be able to take back.
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garsantos morning sex -> shower sex. they’re still casual tho!!! obviously!!!! so stop asking them
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20 Jun 2026
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“I’m sorry they’re shit,” she mutters as she kisses her shoulder. It’s maybe a little too intimate, but Garcia isn’t exactly thinking about that right now, by the looks. Who cares if she pushes the boundaries a little.
“It’s whatever. I knew this would happen.”
“Still shit,” Trinity mutters, nipping at her ear. “If it’s any consolation, you’d beat the Philippines by, like, a million to one.”
“That would be a record,” she mumbles as the Ghanaian keeper finally gets up. If that’s what she took from that statement, she must really be locked in. “England are going to rip us to shreds.”
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Garcia gets really into the Panama v Ghana game, and takes the loss out on Santos.
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20 Jun 2026
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Trinity PTMC
u dont even like me so its for the best
02:34Yolanda
If that’s how you feel, we can just end things.
07:32Trinity PTMC
sure if that’s what you want.
07:35Garcia makes the mistake of baiting Santos into a breakup and suffers heavily because of it. After months of ice-cold tension between the two (kind-of) exes, Santos shows up to PTMC sick as a dog and runs into none other than Garcia herself ready to nurse her back to health.
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19 Jun 2026