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Zosia and Carol retreat to a familiar chalet in the dead of winter, escaping from the world, but not the problems that the world created.
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"Look,” Helen adds with a sigh, holding Carol closer, “I want to leave work at work and just…” Another sigh, heavy and relieved, but full of something else, something blooming and warm, now that Carol’s pressed against her. “I’m gonna shower. And then I want you to take me to our bed and fuck me.”
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In which Carol is Helen's rock.
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Carol, thinks Helen, taking another long drag, is like cold water, shocking to even consider approaching, let alone dipping your feet in, but Helen feels its pull, feels herself wanting to wade in, and finds herself asking, rather leadingly, “So… why are you here?”
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Baby Sturstead in the 1990s because I couldn't stop thinking about them
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When travelling for business, there were rarely opportunities to take pleasure in it. One’s thoughts were fixated on the lines they’d encounter just trying to board their flight on time, and then, in midair, with how they would arrive to the hotel and what restaurant they’d venture to for dinner before returning to a bed that wasn’t their own in preparation for a tomorrow filled with meetings in a strange city. Helen, despite the added weight of work, enjoyed this novelty, and often texted Carol the little pleasures she’d allowed herself, staying connected by a thread of short words and brief photos while occupying different time zones. But the real pleasure, of course, was stepping off the plane at the Sunport and striding across brick floors with warm, dry desert air filling her lungs and home filling her vision. This is my airport. This is what it smells like: cold brick and warm sand. These are my people.
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A tale of home, and all that comes with it.
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“You take the room. I’ll find somewhere else and take a cab in the morning.”
“This is the fucking Bowery,” Carol said under her breath. “And you won’t find anywhere else because there’s a blizzard on the way and whoever decided this conference should take place in December is a goddamn idiot.”
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In which Zosia, Carol's personal assistant, attends a publishing conference and quickly finds professionalism flying out the window.
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war's edge by Tokay
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
21 Jan 2025
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- 1,807
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Winters in Piltover by alicekittridge (Tokay), Tokay
Fandom Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
26 Nov 2024
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- 3,643
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- 3
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cadence by Tokay
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
06 Aug 2024
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- 2,124
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- 1
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The Language of War by alicekittridge (Tokay)
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
12 Apr 2023
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- 13,810
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- 2
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- 10
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Idylls of the Court by alicekittridge (Tokay)
Fandom Arthurian Mythology, Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms
28 Oct 2022
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- 1,997
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Helen was looking in the mirror when the stall door creaked open. Her eyes performed a full-body scan of Carol’s reflection. They lingered on the slight clench in her thighs, hardly noticeable under the stiff fabric.
Helen said nothing as she opened her bag, the sound of the clasp bouncing off the tiles. Her hand pulled out a thin square wrapped in noisy purple film and set it down on the sink, along with her bag.
Carol was expecting some sort of sarcastic remark. Perhaps a defeated acknowledgement that making her wear the stupid skirt had been a bad call.
She didn’t expect Helen to unbutton her slacks. “Switch with me.”
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.During the final day of the Stormshadow of Wycaro Tour, Carol gets her period. Helen helps, as always.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
12 Jun 2026
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Unfortunately, Carol could only watch helplessly as the garment fell away from the woman's flawless skin. From her vantage point, Carol could see the woman's breast in outline – taut skin, pink nipples, and a devastating lack of a tanline.
The two books in her hand fell onto her towel with a double thump. The woman's eyes slowly met her own in amusement. Carol immediately glanced away in embarrassment – it was a miracle she didn't give herself whiplash.
Europeans and nude beaches shouldn't mix – or, at least, that was Carol Sturka's opinion before a literal Polish model got her claws into her sunburnt skin.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
01 Jun 2026
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BEEEEEEEEEEP.
The honk comes without warning. For half a second, Carol thinks she has been shot.
Then it keeps going. A sustained, unbroken, eat-shit honk. The kind LA people deploy when they want to fuck you up as a person.
The honking stops. The Range Rover's window comes down.
"Are you leaving the space or not." The woman says it flat, and bored.
Carol puts her own window down. Slowly, for the fuck of it.
“No, lady. I'm not leaving. I’m parked. This is a parking space, and I have parked a car in it. Like a human being is allowed to. Your response to that was to put your hand flat on a horn for what, an hour? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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A feud for the ages. Two strangers let a parking incident burrow into their minds and slowly consume their every thought and action
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- Part 3 of Close Quarters
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
01 Jun 2026
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Carol gets a little too friendly with a fan at a book launch. Helen intervenes.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
24 May 2026
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Freedom of the Will and the Concept of a Person by bladeruiner
Fandoms: Pluribus (TV 2025)
20 May 2026
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Two years after the Unjoining, she saw Zosia in London, of all places – nearly unrecognizable in her winter attire – bundled up to her nose. But Carol felt her presence like a sawed-off shotgun wound to her stomach. The sight of her eyes peeking over the edge of her scarf, sparkling with mirth as she shouldered the woman she was walking with –
Well, it was fucking devastating.
‘Who is Carol?’ Spray-painted in canary yellow, stood out against the rain-darkened concrete of the building across the street from The Ritz where Carol was staying.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
22 May 2026