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[bloodiedbriars]

“I just keep doing everything wrong! I’m a fucking—“

“Do not. You don’t get to insult my best friend.”

“Look at me! I’m fucked in the head! I can’t even do the most basic shit anymore! I would’ve been better off dea— OW!”

“Your fault. You’re the one who decided to insult someone I love. I love you, dickhead, and if you died I’d be fucking devastated. Now come here and hug me.”

“… You didn’t have to hit me.”

“I absolutely did.”

(Genuary 2026, Day 8: Broken)

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[jumbledletters]

john price, johnny “soap” mactavish, reader, domestic fluff / humor, slice of life, @genuary-prompt-month day 21: hidden in plain sight

Price leaving the barracks on a brisk morning, holding a coffee in hand, coming to a stop neck to Soap. “Sergeant.”

“Morning, Sir.”

Price glances at Soap, then stares off into the same direction he is. “Looking for someone?”

“Y/N isn’t back from their morning run yet. I was coming out to check where they are.”

After taking a sip of his coffee, Price nods and hums. “Very well Let me know if you find them.” He turns and walks away a couple steps, before pausing and turning back. “Oh, Sergeant?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I’m assigning you some refreshers on situational awareness.”

“What? Why!”

Price says nothing. Instead, you burst from the ground barely more than a step away from where Soap is standing, dressed in a ghillie suit, grab his legs, and scream.

Soap screeches while Gaz cackles in the distance. Price grins. “Good job, Sergeant.”

You grin, ignoring Soap’s incoherent cursing. “Thanks Cap.”

[jacobjoaquin]

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[emyn-arnens]

Of Building and Hewing

@arafinwean-week day 1: Eärwen, family, pre-Darkening | AO3

Finrod did not build castles in the sand so much as he dug, little fingers plunging deep into the sand, digging down to where it was damp and dark, burrowing tunnels with his fingertips and molding pillars of sand, his brow furrowed in concentration as he followed a design only he knew. As he dug, the sand shifted and fell, and a pillar buckled beneath the weight of the sand, then another, and his creation collapsed.

He frowned. 

Eärwen stroked a loose curl from his forehead. “Try again, Ingoldo. You will get it right.”

“I will get better,” he said with the grave certainty of children.

“Of course you will,” Eärwen said, brushing his cheek with her knuckles.

(Later, when he returns and bears himself like a king and speaks of caverns and a kingdom hewn beneath the earth and his cousins who drove him like a beggar from his own city into a place beneath the ground darker still, she will realize. But he will not dig again, nor suffer to be led into the dark sea caves that dot the coastline.)

— — —

Angrod labored long over his castle—if a castle it was. Eärwen might have called it a fortress or a keep, but the Eldar had as yet no words for such things. It was tall and wide, with walls built thickly, the sand packed tightly—a thing of strength rather than beauty. 

“Is it a castle?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“A palace or a mansion?”

He frowned. “No. I cannot name it. But I had to build it.”

She stroked his hair. “Whatever it is, it shall withstand many waves.”

(She will realize, later, when Angrod returns and his hands are stronger than she remembers, and he speaks of a watch upon the North and flames in the night that burned the snows, and a fortress that he tore down with his own hands, just as he had built it.)

— — —

Aegnor did not build but sat staring over the sea, his eyes round and wistful. Of all her children, he most enjoyed the stories she wove of the land over the sea and the people and creatures who lived upon it—of mansions over the sea and under the sea, and of halls filled with people that were not Elves but something akin.

(Aegnor does not return. When Finrod returns, he speaks for his brother and tells of the halls of Bëor, hidden amongst the pine forests of the North, and of the Wise-woman whose hand Aegnor clasped in the darkness and whom he followed over the hills of Dorthonion and into the mansions of Mandos, never to leave.)

— — —

Galadriel did not merely build; she perfected. One castle after another grew beneath her small hands, each bigger than the last but none big enough, nor grand enough, nor beautiful enough. 

“How beautiful!” Eärwen exclaimed, pointing to the shell-crusted turrets of one castle.

Galadriel eyed the castle scornfully. “No, not yet.” She cast her gaze to the other castles, each a variation upon the last, but with something more—a taller pinnacle, a lacework of shells, a coronet of towers. And she cast them down with a sweep of her arm and began again. 

(When at last her daughter returns from over the Sea, she speaks of the kingdoms she left behind her, each mightier than the last, and of how she shaped them beneath her hands and made them fairer than the last, but none so mighty nor so fair as to endure.)

[dementeddaddydexter]

No One Asked

Genuary Fic #1

Prompt: Neil gets taken to the hospital Aaron works at

Words: 984

CW: Hospitals, a very brief reference to Andrew's past self-harm, and very brief reference to Aaron's drug use.

A/N: This is based on a post I saw about Neil getting hurt when he's a pro exy player, and he goes to the hospital Aaron works at and they start bickering and Aaron's co workers don't understand why he's got beef with this famous Exy player. I thought it was funny so here we are

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“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

Neil looked up from his phone, and he immediately frowned. Once he schooled his face into a more neutral expression he said with as much insincerity as possible, “That’s not very good bedside manners, Minyard.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and went over to the cart in the room. “Did they have to bring you to this one?”

“It’s not like I asked.”

“I’m sure you didn’t.”

“Why’d they have to assign you to me?”

“I definitely didn’t ask. Where’s my brother?”

“Why would I know?”

Aaron turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. “Because you play for the same team, asshole.”

Neil smirked. “We definitely do.”

Aaron made a disgusted noise and came over to check something on Neil’s IV. “What did the nurse who gave you this look like?”

“Blonde. Short hair. Kind of mousy. It’s been leaking for like ten minutes,” he said, gesturing to it.

Aaron nodded and fiddled with it before going over to a cabinet of fuck all and Neil stopped paying attention to him fixing the IV because as much as he would pretend he didn’t want Aaron there, he was the only doctor he trusted. At least he wouldn’t have to watch his every move while he worked with him.

While Aaron fixed the IV he said, “Yeah, she’s not great. I usually have to send someone in to clean up after her. I’ve been trying to get them to lay her off but we have a union.”

Neil raised his brow. “If you usually send someone in, why are you fixing my IV?”

“Don’t feel like getting someone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Try not to look so happy.”

After that everything was fairly quiet aside from Neil’s monitor next to the bed, and the occasional clicking and clunking of Aaron doing things around the room. Neil looked at him.

“Minyard.”

“Jesus, what?”

Neil rolled his eyes. “What are you even in here for?”

“I’m supposed to roll you out the ER doors and into the street so you can be the paramedics problem.”

“Ha-ha.”

Aaron sat at the computer in the room and started asking Neil questions. About half way through, and to Neil’s genuine surprise, they got distracted talking about the very Exy game that had gotten Neil injured. When Neil had relayed how exactly he got his injury to Aaron, the doctor frowned and asked if the player at least got a yellow card and Neil had rolled his eyes and gone off on a tangent that was three minutes longer than it needed to be, but Aaron didn’t seem to actually mind. They spoke about the game for a bit before Aaron started up with questions again, to Neil’s slight disappointment, but the questions were short and they were done soon after.

Neil asked, “Don’t you have other patients to get to?”

“Not that I need to be tending to. I was on a break for once before you came in.”

“Sorry to disturb your rest period.”

He shrugged and checked something on his phone. “How the fuck does he know I know where you are?”

“Who?”

He threw up his hand. “Andrew.” He pressed a button and answered the phone. “What?” He asked in German.

Neil couldn’t hear Andrew, but based on Aaron’s facial expressions he assumed Andrew was stuck in game traffic and asking about Neil. Neil thought that was nice, and also found it funny that Aaron probably found it annoying.

“I have a job, you know.” Andrew gave a short answer. “Well, I wouldn’t if I was busy with other patients but conveniently I’m with him right now.” Andrew gave another response, slightly longer. Probably something about leading with that. With no pretext Aaron said, “I have to go. Bye.”

He hung up and stuck his phone in his pocket, then looked at Neil and said, “You’ve made him annoying.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Very nice.”

“‘Real mature, Josten.’”

He wrinkled his nose. “That’s not what I sound like.”

“It is. You sound like you should be pushing glasses up your nose when you talk.”

“Fuck you,” he said, going back over to the computer to put in information Andrew’s call had interrupted.

When Andrew was finally there to take Neil from the hospital, Aaron walked them out. Neil thought that was also a little nice, but he wasn't going to say that. Andrew helped Neil into the car and he and Aaron spoke by the door for a while. The window was down, but Neil tried to block them out. It’s not like the required privacy, they were standing right by him, but he still felt it was best he stayed out of their conversations unless he was invited into them directly.

“Josten.” Neil turned his head to look at Aaron. He and Andrew looked eerily similar at that moment. Not because they were twins, no. Because of how far they’d come. Neil had never really stopped to consider it, but they’d both been so sure they would amount to nothing. Andrew had been so sure he’d amount to nothing he’d tried to take his own life, and Aaron was so sure he’d be like his mother he had replicated her bad habits until Andrew forced him to quit. And now Neil was looking at a professional Exy player and an E.R. doctor, who was considering going back to school to move to a different field anyways. They’d both come so far and Neil hadn’t even realized until now.

Aaron pointed at him. “Stay off that leg for a week, or you’ll be back here and whining about how long you’ve been off court and no one has time for that.”

Neil saluted. “Yes, doctor.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, then elbowed Andrew lightly before walking off. Andrew watched him for a while before finally coming around to the driver’s side to take them home.

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[princeofsayan]

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By Prince of Sayan