whimsicalginger
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His whole life, Remus has longed for a place where he feels truly at home. He’s always felt out of place, a monster trying to blend in with the rest of the world. It took years of searching, but Remus has finally found his home in Sirius. As pathetic as it may be, he'd follow that man anywhere. Sirius is the only home he needs. But, they’re caught in the middle of a war and good intentions have a way of becoming twisted and confused. And, love that once was a steady flame threatens to destroy everything in its path.
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Snapshots of Remus coming home to his and Sirius’ flat during the war.
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Some days, everything feels heavy. Like a dark, oppressive storm cloud is sitting on top of the world, weighing down your every move.
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Sirius is having a bad day and Remus offers a moment of respite.
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Death Before Inaction by hppjmxrgosg
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Daredevil (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV)
13 Jun 2026
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“Fuck off, Nicky.”
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“Hasn’t anyone ever told you spider-napping is illegal?”
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“You can’t hold me here, I know my spider-rights.”
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“God, you guys are so old. What are you? Like 27?”
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“Scale of 1 to 10, how upset would you be if I told you I banged your mom?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Or, I got my grubby little hands on the spider-man time line and fucked around a little bit. Not much (everything) changes.
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14 Jun 2026
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Frank Langdon is trying to rebuild his life, his career, his sobriety, his family.
Melissa King is just trying to survive residency with her sanity intact.
Between ER shifts, late-night conversations, and shared obsessions with anything a little too niche for most people, they find something they hadn't found in a while. Someone who actually gets them.
There’s just one problem.
Frank already has a life he can’t afford to lose.
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Mel and Frank are nerds together.
Abby doesn't like it.Bookmarked by whimsicalginger
19 Apr 2026
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Some nights were, naturally, worse than others.
Nights where Frank laid in bed for so long, staring at the ceiling, that it made his heart start to race with anxiety and his back ache and ache and ache no matter how he positioned himself. Nights where his thoughts spiraled out into worst-case-scenarios that seemed so vivid and inevitable that he would have to get up and go to the bathroom, just to turn the light on and look at himself in the mirror to remember what was actually real.
Those were the nights when he wanted the pills again the most: alone in his guest bedroom, trying to wring sleep out of his body like the last few drops of water out of a dirty dishcloth.
He tried not to call Mel on nights like that. He did not always succeed.
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16 Apr 2026
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It starts like this:
Frank gets caught. He does not voluntarily give up information about the stolen drugs – he gets caught.
Big difference.
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Frank Langdon and the years following that one shift.
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04 Apr 2026
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She was sort of a little bit thrilled by it, thrilled by his choosing her, thrilled by the STEMI timing, thrilled by the way the department worked so smoothly sometimes she felt like a cog in a machine.
And she liked to think she was a cog in a machine because it meant she was useful and purposeful and something needed or even wanted her there. She thought of Eleanor in The Haunting of Hill House, who said, placidly, she remembered because the word was so pleasing and so sad, “I’ve never been wanted anywhere.” She felt very much like Eleanor, haunted by ghosts, reaching out her hand in the darkness and waking up alone. And her intense wanting was a wound she was sure people could see, bleeding down her forehead, a primal warning sign to back away slowly so no one else would get hurt. What about me, she wanted to beg, what about my wound, but she knew that, too, was a childish fantasy. That it would be more work than anyone was willing to put in to get past the walls she put up in the form of busyness and delight and surface-level vulnerability so they couldn’t see the depth of her hurt and grief lurking inside.
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29 Mar 2026