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so forgive me, love, if i cry all afternoon by perfectimprecision
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
19 Apr 2026
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Both Trinity and Mel are now onstage, a microphone stand in front of each woman. Yolanda is simultaneously sick with envy and excitement, regret and reverence, heartache and hankering.
“I want you to know,” Trinity drawls, each word distinct, like it stands on its own rather than forming part of a sentence. “That I’m happy for you.”
And with that alone, the weight of the song, the meaning of it—all at once, it hits Yolanda.
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and I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes by kewlkatherine
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
21 Apr 2026
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After being ditched on the Fourth of July, Trinity Santos copes the only reasonable way; rage-singing at karaoke with Mel King and pretending she’s fine about the whole “keeping it casual” thing with Yolanda Garcia.
Then Garcia texts, offering a ride. Acts normal, while very clearly not being normal at all.
Cue one tense car ride, several pointed observations, and the long-overdue death of “casual.”
Or: jealousy, karaoke, and feelings that refuse to stay theoretical.
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- Part 8 of code blue, i love you
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i won’t be happy ’til i see you alone again by perfectimprecision
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
08 Apr 2026
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Yolanda turns, already prepared to roll her eyes at Emery’s witty retort, but before she can process what it is, her eyes catch on something, the familiar dark brown hair of a woman she knows very well, visible now that she is erect, able to see above the sea of bodies.
And there her eyes stay.
Because it’s Trinity, sure, of course, but also because she’s swapping spit with some woman, some girl who seems entirely elated by the fact that she’s kissing Trinity Santos—if she even knows her fucking name. Trinity’s hand is in her hair, tugging at the mass of dark curls, and she slides her tongue into the girl’s mouth, and Yolanda wants to scream.
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16 Apr 2026
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After their Fourth of July Shift, Santos and Garcia mutually agreed to temporarily end things between them. Two months passed since then and Garcia finds herself regretting ever saying yes to taking a break.
or: santos has been giving garcia the cold shoulder and garcia cant do anything about it because theyre Broken Up
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- Part 2 of dont wanna break up again
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14 Apr 2026
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Trinity Santos doesn't do feelings. It's simple. It's casual. It's exactly what they agreed to.
A story about jealousy, miscommunication, and two emotionally constipated idiots who eventually figure out that "no strings" was never really an option.
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08 Apr 2026
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Memory can be funny like that. Trinity looks at her and remembers the Yolanda from months ago, sat across from her with a drink in hand, their knees brushing every time one of them leaned in to say something. The dim lighting of the bar had softened her eyes, painting her face into an expression that could almost be mistaken for the same longing that echoed inside Trinity’s chest.
A lot can change in ten months. Not all of it for the better.
Or: It happens in increments, like all the worst things do.
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07 Apr 2026
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"Okay, what the fuck are we doing here."
"Santos-"
"No, I'm serious." Her voice came out with an edge she hadn't entirely planned for, sharp and tired and real in a way that months of careful management had been preventing. "What is this. What is this, Garcia, because I genuinely need you to explain it to me."...
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One charity gala, one whisky too many, and one balcony confrontation later, and the two doctors finally say what they've been avoiding for months.Series
- Part 5 of code blue, i love you
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06 Apr 2026
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"Why don't you go shower while I get dinner started?"
Trinity's mouth opens and for a brief second, nothing comes out. It's not that she doesn't have words. She has too many words, stacked in her throat like plates she's afraid to drop—a series of things she would love to vomit at Yolanda's feet, purging them from her body so that she doesn't have to carry them around anymore. But that's not what she asked. Trinity swallows hard, choking down her desire to be difficult. Now is not the time for complaints. Instead, she forces a weary smile, and hedges, "You don't have to do that."
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04 Apr 2026
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The street is littered with green leaves and tiny rosy florets, and in the long summer months, she likes to come home and hang from her knees off the lower branches, even when insects come out and get everywhere. The ordinariness of the building of it is what made her choose it; walls covered in mosses and too many motorcycles out front, a short linen couch where she can watch her shitty shows once a week.
This house was the only thing she ever used her court settlement money on.
Trinity takes the stone stairs two at a time, her hand on her house keys. “I live on the third floor,” she says, by way of explanation, as she turns over a shoulder.
Yolanda is framed in the florets as she makes her way up; she is only in a cream tank, which stands out on the smooth brown of her skin. “I like it,” she says, in that same ever even tone. “I think I might like it more on the inside.”
(or. in a long summer, they finally get together. well, sort of.)
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04 Apr 2026
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Yolanda is warm when she wakes up.
The heavy heat of another body presses against her spine. She shifts slightly, and then goes still as soon as the arm draped across her stomach registers.
Trinity is still here.
The feeling isn’t new, but the timing is.
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A quick take on the garsantos dynamic in season two through Yolanda's POV, and a self-indulgent divergence where she stumbles on Trinity with Baby Jane Doe.
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01 Apr 2026
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i wish that i could catch you (in the right light) by possibilist
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
21 Mar 2026
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"You're not nothing to each other, and you can be careful when you touch her. Against a lot of odds—generations of them—you're both here, alive, together. It's dark and the world around you is steeped in pain and so is she, but, 'You're so beautiful,' you say, and, right here, right now, in the quiet and the grief and the soul, you can mean it."
the ten months between season 1 & season 2—they're not in love, but they are familiar. trinity & thoughtfulness, through yolanda.
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- Part 2 of the hurting kind
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01 Apr 2026
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“Trinity Santos, are you making me dinner?”
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Santos has the day off. Garcia does not.
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- Part 3 of garsantos fics
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27 Mar 2026
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our love is in critical condition (it's a good thing we're doctors) by kewlkatherine
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
17 Mar 2026
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Dr. Trinity Santos and Dr. Yolanda Garcia have a system. The system works. They blow off steam together, rarely stay the night. They argue about the coffee maker in the morning before work. The system is fine. Until it isn't fine anymore. It isn't enough, and it takes a significantly dangerous event for either of them to admit otherwise.
**This will be a multiple chapter story**
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- Part 3 of code blue, i love you
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Trinity has her hand inside of a patient, and a bomb tightly tucked in her grip.
Her palm is soaked in sweat, a sticky ecosystem maturing rapidly beneath the tight latex of her gloves, and her heart is thundering so hard that she’s surprised Dennis hasn’t felt it yet from where he’s standing across the operating table.
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Greys Anatomy- bomb ep meets garsantos <33
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21 Mar 2026
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“Pupils are responsive,” Al-Hashimi offers quietly, “but tachycardia and clammy skin suggest—”
“Exhaustion,” Garcia finishes for her, then Santos feels two familiar hands scoop up one of her own and begin to gently massage her fingers and palm. “Trinity, if you can feel me, squeeze my hand.”
Santos swears it takes about as long as her commute to work, but she manages to find her shoulder and then her elbow and then her wrist and then the part of her that Garcia’s holding, and somehow convinces her fingers to curl slowly inward.
There’s an audible sigh of relief alongside the continued warmth enveloping her knuckles.
“Give me twenty minutes,” Garcia says, then leans down close enough that Santos can feel hot breath around her ear. “I’m gonna bring you somewhere quiet, okay?”
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19 Mar 2026
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“Look… I’m offering,” Santos doubles down. “I can drive you home. It’s really not a big deal. No problema.”
That earns a breathless, barely-there laugh from Garcia for some reason, and after a visible deep breath in and out she shifts onto her back to look at Santos, and her cheeks are wet.
“Shit,” Santos mutters,”how long have you been stuck in here?”
“Not long enough, apparently.” Garcia hesitates again before wincing through a wave of pain. “It’ll pass. I’ll be fine.”
But Santos just gives her a look. “Seriously, what's the point of lying to me when you could just let me help?”
Garcia sort of rolls her eyes, but they’re bloodshot and too glassy and the next blink releases a tear that she quickly swipes away.
(They haven't spoken since the Langdon incident, and now Garcia's having a migraine attack, and it turns out they didn't completely destroy whatever This is.)
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19 Mar 2026
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“I know you mentioned a raincheck,” Santos begins, and then she gets a little lost.
(She has the next words ready.
She’s been practicing them in her head for the last few minutes.
Still, they’re caught in her throat like a sip of water going down the wrong pipe.)
But Garcia is patient.
So unbelievably fucking patient.
"But I don’t—want to be alone,” Santos admits with a slight grimace, trying to sound chill and casual even though this isn’t chill and casual at all. But her voice comes out audibly strained because that was just enough of a lie to make her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her bottom lip way too hard. “I probably shouldn’t be alone tonight,” she corrects with what little air is left in her lungs.
“Okay,” Garcia says, simple and gentle and effortless, and nods toward the passenger side. “Get in.”
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19 Mar 2026
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pull the trigger on the gun (i gave you when we met) by strryeyedlvr
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
14 Apr 2025
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“I didn't realize you two were that serious,” Garcia hums.
This time, Santos takes a pause. What does she mean by that? Does she think—Santos bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry… Dr. Garcia, you think… no, please tell me I’m wrong. You think Whitaker is my boyfriend?”
Or, Dr. Garcia keeps catching Whitaker and Santos together and starts to get the wrong idea.
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- Part 3 of canonverse garcia x santos
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17 Mar 2026
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Clarke can’t meet Lexa’s eyes when she presses the dagger to her throat.
She’s not the one Clarke wants to hurt and she knows it, deep down, beneath the bits of her that are ripped to shreds, that will never be stitched back together.
Clarke comes to Polis to kill Lexa and stays because it's the path of least resistance, or at least that’s what she tells herself. This fic starts at the knife scene in the season 3 trailer and then takes on a life of its own from there. (Happy ending included.)
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When she is suddenly appointed the guardian of her sister's three children, Lexa -flustered and completely inexperienced- has to find somebody to rent the spare room in their house. Enter Clarke, a ramshackle, kind hearted pediatric resident who immediately becomes the heart of their small household. Sometimes family can be found in the most unexpected places.
ft. three sweet but exasperating children, stressed out mess Lexa and hopeless romantic Clarke.
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- Part 1 of a hand to hold onto
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