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a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.
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02 Nov 2025
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You snort, trying to sound casual but missing by a mile. “Yeah? I’m the eldest medic on base. Seniority means a shitload of nights like this — tired, cranky, and done.”
Price’s smile fades, his tone dropping to that rare, serious edge that makes you shut up fast. “I don’t want sweet, you hear me?”
You blink. “Pardon?”
He leans forward, voice low and sharp, “What I need… s’not sugar and sunshine. It’s the grit, the edge—a real woman who doesn't take shit from anyone-not even me. That’s the part that matters.”
You open your mouth to protest — to say something clever or to shove the moment away — but the words freeze. His eyes are locked on yours, steady and unblinking.
“Understand?” he says, voice rough but no longer angry.
Your heart thumps like a drumbeat in a quiet room. Your mouth works, slow and unsure.
“Yes, Captain.”
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You're a grumpy medic, and your Captain, who is just as grumpy, starts to be around you more and more, and it's hard to ignore, and easy to like.
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- Part 2 of Medic / 141
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23 Oct 2025
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Cardiac Arrest by PandoraWrites
Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies)
31 Jan 2020
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Carlisle starts showing up at Charlie's house to avoid teenage vampire bullshit. Then he keeps doing it. And Charlie's not sure why he likes it too much, until one night Carlisle has a little too much to drink and has to stay over and well... one thing leads to another.
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10 Sep 2025
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Halsin's been writing letters for hours and you're desperate to relieve some of his stress.
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05 Sep 2025
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You're a smart, practical sergeant attached to Task Force 141 for joint ops, though not formally part of the SAS.
As a result, you don’t officially report to Captain John Price—and you remind him of that fact regularly.
Price doesn’t take kindly to insubordination, especially not from borrowed soldiers with sharp tongues and sharper instincts. Every exchange between you crackles with tension, one part professional friction, two parts something neither of you will name.
But when the ops goes sideways and you're forced to rely on each other for survival, the lines between chain of command and personal connection begin to blur.
What will prevail—your mutual distrust, or something far more dangerous: the pull neither of you can ignore?
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05 Sep 2025