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“Get it together, Nolan,” he speaks right behind her. Right over her shoulder. Cold salt air grazing her jaw. “I don’t have time to babysit you.”
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- Part 2 of doctor shark & baby deer
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23 Apr 2026
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Your best friend has warned you to stay far, far away from her younger brother — infamous party boy, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish. However, when she asks you to be her maid of honor in her wedding, you and Johnny end up closer than you ever expected.
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06 Mar 2026
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The last time you wanted something so badly, you moved halfway across the country for it.
It's a good thing John Price is just next door.
or; your slice of life is a piece of blackberry pie you carefully curated over the course of a year.
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21 Feb 2026
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It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job.
Or: the babysitter x single dad au
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20 Feb 2026
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There were moments when he’d have chosen the barrel of a gun over your presence—because you made him feel alive, and for a man long used to being dead, that’s the worst outcome possible. Hope is a beautiful, horrible thing, and you brought plenty of it: stuck between your eyes, glued to your fingers, coating your tongue.
But he’s got his eyes on your face and you’ve got his face in your hands. Your head cradled in his palms and his waist locked between your thighs.
Clicking in place.
“M’here,” he breathes. “No place I’d rather be.”
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Or; where Simon finally tells you.
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- Part 8 of In The Walls
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16 Feb 2026