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Ok so I just read this microfic of Barty wearing makeup for the first time, and he's so unsure of himself, playing with the word boy and pretty, until Evan tells him that ofc he looks stunning but also that Sirius (very much a boy) is wearing a skirt. And something about that, that feeling that it's ok to feel pretty makes Barty find his own confidence to finally accept his look. And just thinking about that makes me giddy, because Sirius is confident he doesn't hide who he is and Barty respects that he admires that, and when he goes for advice he goes ask a person that in another life entirely would be like an older brother. But just imagine how many people Sirius gave the choice to own who they are, who boosted their confidence. And I'm sure some of them go and thank him... In person, in a letter, asking a friend to deliver the message. And he won't tell but it makes him feel so warm that he helps people face their fears, that he helps them stand up. So thank you Sirius black for your unapologic queer self, we love you.

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Written for the Wishbone flash fest - Song: Nauseous by Conan Gray

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"Dance with me?"

Regulus stared at James's hand. "Why?"

"Because I really like you," James said easily. "And we're at a party."

Right.

"I -" Regulus hesitated. "I shouldn't."

James lowered his hand, but he didn't walk away. "Why not?"

And maybe Regulus had a little too much to drink, because he said the last thing he meant to.

"Because I like you."

James met his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Regulus confirmed, and his stomach churned uneasily. "So we can't dance."

James smiled a little. "Interesting logic." He gestured at the couch. "May I sit with you, then?"

Regulus bit his lip. "I don't know."

"You don't want me to?" James asked, and there wasn't any judgment. Regulus kind of wished there was.

"I do," He admitted, and then frowned at his cup. "What's in this?"

"Probably not water," James guessed. "Why?"

"I'm talking too much," Regulus replied. "I shouldn't be talking."

"I like it when you talk," James protested, and then he was moving, kneeling, so that Regulus had to look slightly down to meet his eyes.

Soft, gentle eyes.

Regulus wished they weren't seeing him so well.

"Are you scared of me?" James asked, and he still sounded so kind. So fond.

And Regulus tightened his grip on his cup. "Yes."

"Why?"

Regulus closed his eyes, letting the words spill over his lips. "Because I want this."

"That's not so bad."

"It's very bad," Regulus argued. His eyes blinked open, and the world was blurred until he blinked it clear again. "I don't get the things I want."

"What about me?" James tilted his head.

Regulus frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Do I get the things I want?" Deep brown eyes pulled him in, and Regulus felt his heart speed up.

"I guess so," he replied, a little unevenly. "Everyone loves you. You're like -" he thought about it, but couldn't come up with an original metaphor.

So he went with the obvious one. "You're like the sun. No one can stop you."

"You can." James reached out, taking his cup and setting it on a nearby table. "You can always stop me."

Regulus took a deep breath. "I can?"

"Anytime you want," James promised, and it felt true.

Regulus might throw up.

But James would probably forgive him.

So he leaned forward, taking James's hand in his own. "Okay."

"Okay?" James questioned.

"Okay," Regulus confirmed. "Let's dance. Just a little."

James grinned, and the kiss he left on Regulus's knuckles felt like an anomaly, a foreign thing. "Sounds wonderful."

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11:11

Written for the Wishbone flash fest and can also be found on Ao3 here.

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Regulus ran his hand through James's hair as he read, the cadence of his voice washing over him, bringing waves of calm.

Across the room, something beeped, and James mumbled his wish.

Regulus's hand paused in his hair. "What?"

"Mm, nothing," James said quietly, leaning into the touch. "Just a wish."

"What do you mean?"

James blinked his eyes open, looking up at his boyfriend. "It's eleven-eleven."

Regulus looked over at the clock. "How did you know that?"

"My watch beeps," James told him. "So that I can make a wish."

"You were making a wish?" Regulus asked, lips pulling into a small, fond smile.

James nodded. "Yeah."

Regulus brushed through his hair again. "I thought I heard my name."

"You did," James confirmed. He reached up to grab Regulus's hand, pulling it down to his lips so that he could kiss his palm. "All of my wishes are about you."

Regulus lifted the book to hide his smile, but his eyes gave him away. "I'm going to keep reading."

"Please," James agreed.

Regulus continued. His hand scratched gently at James's scalp.

James's eyes drifted closed again.

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I was going to write a microfic for the flash fest.

A microfic.

So I started writing.

And 3,412 words later....

Inspired and heavily influenced by Actor by Conan Gray.

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Just a heads up to everyone that I was just told that bots have been leaving some REALLY nasty hate comments on fics lately! They all seem to be guest comments, and they start super positive but then turn horrible. If you get a mean comment like this on your fic, please know that odds are it is NOT real, it's a BOT! Please spread the word, because I got an anon ask the other day from someone saying that they were getting rude comments and I want them to know that they were probably being subjected to this!

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Drag

"Drag" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 455 words

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Regulus knew as soon as he saw him that James wasn't okay.

It was in the tightness of his jaw and the steady, soothing circles he kept rubbing into his palms - right, then left, and then right again.

"Reg!" Sirius bounced up to him. "Hey, I'm glad you're -"

"Why is he here?" Regulus interrupted.

Sirius winced. "We couldn't convince him to stay home. He doesn't want to drop company morale."

Regulus took that in with a resigned nod. "I'll take him home."

"We've only been here thirty minutes," Sirius warned him. They both knew James tried to appear at every company party for at least two hours.

"I'll drag him out if I need to," Regulus promised.

James smiled as soon as he spotted him. "Reg! Hi, love. How was your meeting?"

"It was fine." Regulus gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Why aren't you at home?"

James gave him an apologetic look. "I just got here, it's not even been an hour."

"You have a migraine," Regulus pointed out. "And you're miserable."

James didn't deny it. "I'll go home a little early."

"Now." Regulus grabbed his hand, tugging gently. "Please."

James hesitated. "Reg, I'm not supposed to-"

"Please, Jamie?" Regulus asked, pouting a little.

It was a manipulation tactic, and they both knew it, but James melted immediately. "Okay." He gave Regulus a soft smile. "Whatever you want."

"I want to go home," Regulus said. He kept James's hand, weaving back through the crowd. "I want you to take the medication that knocks you out, go to sleep, and let me make breakfast in the morning if you're up to eating."

They made it outside, and Regulus stopped at the car. "And I want you to stop putting your health below everything else on the fucking planet, but that's a work in progress."

James met his eyes, soft and a bit regretful. "I'm sorry." His voice got quieter. "I'm trying."

"I know," Regulus promised, and he did. He knew that James had skipped work today, when two months ago, he wouldn't have even considered it. He knew that James had sent him a text asking if he could come home a little early tonight, even though he hated asking for anything. He knew. "And you're doing a really good job, Jamie. I'm just worried."

James nodded. "I'll do better."

Regulus shook his head before pulling James into a slow kiss.

When they separated, it was just enough for Regulus to speak.

"You don't have to do better." He couldn't help brushing James's lips again before continuing. "You're already doing your best."

An actual separation, this time, and Regulus made sure James was looking at him. "That's all you ever have to do."

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Best

"Best" - Rosekiller Microfic - @rosekillermicrofic - 389 words

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"So what should I do?" The guy asked. "Do I ask her out again? With chocolate this time? Girls like chocolate, right?"

"Uh," Evan shifted uncomfortably. "They do, mostly. You could give her chocolate, but maybe don't ask her out. She, uh. She already said no a few times, so that's it." He gave the guy an awkward smile. "Let it go."

The guy - Evan couldn't remember his name - looked shocked. "What? That's terrible advice! Man, I thought we were friends!"

"I don't know you," Evan replied honestly. "And I don't want to." He held up a finger. "But, if you give the girl this card when you talk to her, your chances get a lot better." He handed over James's business card.

The guy frowned at it. "A lawyer?"

"Yeah, he's actually pretty good," Evan agreed. "Write your number on the back, it'll make you seem smart."

The guy gasped. "That's so smart!" He pulled Evan into a hug, wobbling on his feet. "Thanks, man!"

Evan stepped back, and the guy toppled to the floor. "Yeah. Just give her the card."

When he made it back to the booth, Barty looked slightly wary. "Who was that?"

"No idea," Evan replied, leaning in to kiss him. "But," he turned to James, on the other side of the booth. "There's a Stacy who works at the Burger King down the street; she could use a lawyer to sue for sexual harassment. She might call you soon."

Barty was looking off to the side, and Evan followed his gaze to the drunk guy from earlier.

"B?"

"He hugged you," Barty said quietly. A little uncertainly. "And you were talking for like ten minutes."

"I promised Pandora I would be nicer tonight; she's worried about my karma," Evan reminded him. "And I didn't hug him back."

"Yeah." Barty watched the guy for a few more seconds before nodding, turning back to the rest of the table.

Evan wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned in. "I wouldn't be stupid enough to hug some random guy at a bar, B."

Barty glanced at him. "I know."

"You're the best thing I have," Evan reminded him. "And I'm not ever going to jeopardize that."

Barty turned pink, but he finally leaned into Evan's touch. "I know."

"Good." Evan squeezed him tighter. "Don't forget."

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Regret

"Regret" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 402 words

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"What's your biggest regret?"

"Trying to fly and almost landing on that squirrel when I was seven," James replied, squinting at the floor. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"You're lying to me."

James slowly straightened up, looking at the boyfriend-colored blob in the doorway. "What?"

"You're lying to me," Regulus said again, and James couldn't see him, but he sounded furious. "I heard what you said to Sirius last night."

"Love, I need you to be a bit more specific," James said apologetically.

"Last night, you told Sirius that you regretted the way things happened when you asked me out. You said that if you could go back, you would have stayed home that night," Regulus said, and James could hear the hurt in his voice now. "I heard you."

"Okay," James replied. "That is a thing I said. I'm pretty sure your interpretation is that I regret asking you out, and that's really not the explanation here."

"Then what is it?"

"It's - hold on, I can't see you," James said, moving closer.

"No, stay where you are."

James stopped. "Stay?"

"Yes. You don't deserve to see me right now."

"Fair enough." James nodded. "Reg, I had a whole plan for asking you out. I was going to come by your apartment, give you back the book Remus had borrowed so that you didn't feel awkward if you had to come to the apartment after turning me down, and ask you to lunch. But then I went to the bar, and there was alcohol, and you looked fucking amazing that night, and I just blurted it out. And I love you, and I love going out with you, and I love being with you. I just don't love the way I asked you out, because you deserved better than that."

There was silence for a bit, and then the blob moved forward.

The world turned clear as glasses were placed carefully on his face.

James looked into soft grey eyes. "Did you take my glasses?"

Regulus bit his lip. "I thought our relationship was your biggest regret?"

"Not even a little bit," James said honestly. He smiled. "But if it was, I wasn't getting these back, was I?"

"I'd have snapped them in half," Regulus confirmed. He pulled James into a kiss. "Maybe an overreaction."

James figured agreeing wouldn't help the situation, so he just kissed his boyfriend again. "I love you."

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The collection is up, too. For absolutely anyone.

Bro this is the third time that acc has been remade😭😭

Now they're attacking Marlene and calling her a homophobe

Like ok bud time to get therapy jfc

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I did it! I wrote the first one.

Starring, mostly: Barty Crouch Jr.

The fic is below the colorful line.

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There was a knock on the door. "Barty?"

Barty peered through the peephole. "Are you alone?"

"I'm alone."

"Good." He unlocked all five locks - one deadbolt and four chains - and let Evan in. "Quickly, come on."

The door closed. Chains were reset. The deadbolt was turned.

Evan glanced at the closed blinds. "What was so important? Is Reg here?"

"No," Barty said quickly. "And he doesn't know that we're here, either. This is…this isn't something I can just share without thinking it through."

Evan nodded, sitting down on the couch. "Okay. This is about the meeting?"

Barty nodded, sitting next to him. "It is."

"Okay." Evan watched him with concern. "Talk to me, B. How bad is it?"

"It's…" Baty shook his head, looking vaguely disturbed. When he finally managed to speak, his voice came out in a whisper. "Poetry."

Ghost-blue eyes blinked at him. "Poetry."

"Poetry," Barty agreed solemnly. "Really bad, non-rhyming, distasteful poetry." He reached over the coffee table to grab a sheet of parchment. "And that's not the worst part."

Evan looked between Barty and the parchment. "What's the worst part?"

Barty took a deep breath. "It's about Reg."

Silence.

"I'm sorry," Evan said, sounding a little in shock. "Are you telling me that you went to a bar and infiltrated a group of death eaters to find out what they were planning, and you came out with poetry?"

Barty nodded. "Yes."

"That's what they're doing?" Evan asked, voice rising. "That's their new life purpose? Reg and Dorcas finish off Voldemort, Sirius blows up all of their important bases, their entire infrastructure is in ruins, and they're writing fanfiction about our best friend? The one who nearly died going against everything they stand for?"

"Well," Barty said, making a face. "I'm not sure this counts as fanfiction -"

"They took the time out of their day to write, publish, and advertise a piece of creative writing that was not comprised of original content or ideas," Evan interrupted. "I'm pretty sure that's fanfiction."

"It's kind of negative," Barty pointed out.

Evan fixed him with a look. "As if you never read MCD."

"Hurt no comfort," Barty acknowledged.

"Pure trauma and possibly a bit of gore," Evan continued. He glanced curiously at the parchment. "So? Can I read it?"

Barty hesitated. "If I hand this to you, it will be the worst thing I've ever done."

Evan laughed. "It's that bad?"

"Do you know how to write a haiku?"

At Evans nod, Barty continued. "Because they didn't."

With another laugh, Evan took the parchment from Barty's hands.

As his eyes scanned the page, his smile slowly faded, giving way to a look of shock.

Eventually, he'd finished reading. "Wow."

"Yeah." Barty nodded.

Evan lowered the parchment to the table. "We should probably burn that before Reg sees it."

Barty winced. "There are other copies."

"Ah." Evan took a deep breath. "That's not good."

"Nope."

They stared at the offending piece of parchment for a while longer before Barty finally spoke.

"He's going to see it eventually, right?"

Evan hesitated. "He might not, actually. I mean, it's not like he ever runs in those circles."

"But…it's possible," Barty said.

Evan nodded. "It's possible."

"And as his best friends," Barty continued slowly. "We should be there to witness the moment it happens."

Evan inclined his head. "And help with the resulting massacre."

"So we have to show him." Barty met Evan's eyes. "We have to show Regulus the…" he glanced at the parchment once more.

Evan followed his look. "Yeah, it seems wrong to call it a poem, doesn't it?"

"It does." Barty considered it for a minute. "The thing. We have to show Regulus the thing."

Evan reached forward and flipped the thing over, hiding the words from their sight. "Tomorrow."

Bro this is the third time that acc has been remade😭😭

Now they're attacking Marlene and calling her a homophobe

Like ok bud time to get therapy jfc

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Yes!! That's a perfect idea, are you okay if I write it?

Bro this is the third time that acc has been remade😭😭

Now they're attacking Marlene and calling her a homophobe

Like ok bud time to get therapy jfc

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Who all have they done? I saw one on Regulus.

Maybe whoever they target, we can write minifics about. We can call it the 'Recovery Collection'. Then, all they're doing is giving us marauder fics prompts.

Bro this is the third time that acc has been remade😭😭

Now they're attacking Marlene and calling her a homophobe

Like ok bud time to get therapy jfc

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Heirloom

"Heirloom" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 527 words

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Regulus walked into the living room, dropped a scroll in front of Sirius, and stepped back. "Burn it."

"Okay." Sirius lifted his wand.

"Woah, hey, wait," Remus stopped him. "Reg, what is it?"

"A priceless family heirloom," Regulus informed him. "Siri, burn it."

"That's a wooden table!" Remus protested.

"Why are we burning family heirlooms?"

Regulus spun around. "James!" He stepped to the side, blocking the scroll. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you home?"

"I like talking to my friends?" James questioned. "I thought you were with Barty today."

"I was," Regulus lied.

He knew it was a mistake immediately. James's eyes flickered with hurt, and Regulus's heart dropped. "Okay, I wasn't, but I didn't - I'm sorry," he apologized.

The smell of smoke reached him right before Remus's voice did.

"Sirius!"

"He said to burn it, I'm burning it!"

James frowned. "Burn what?"

"Nothing!" Regulus stepped closer, forcing a smile. "Nothing, Jamie. I love you."

James bit his lip. "Reg, what-"

"It's true," Regulus defended himself. "I do love you. I love you very much, and I trust you completely, and you trust me, right?"

James gave him a helpless look. "Yes."

"That's great! So just let Sirius take care of this real quick, I'll murder Lupin for making my life difficult, and we'll talk later."

Sirius walked past them, holding the scroll in one hand and his wand in the other.

James turned. "What are you doing?"

"I'm buring it over tile, because tile isn't flammable and we don't need to replace our coffee table again," Sirius replied.

Regulus glared at Remus, who raised his hands in front of his chest. "It's only been here a week," he argued.

"That scroll's been around for decades," Regulus said flatly. "And if it exists one more day, I'm going to have to marry someone I've never met."

"What?"

"What?"

Regulus winced, ignoring Remus and turning to James. "It's sort of a contract that was drawn up when I was born?"

With every new addition to the family, the scroll grew and grew.

"Sirius is on there, too," Regulus pointed out.

Remus went pale. "What?"

"Should kick in this year, probably in the winter," Regulus confirmed.

Remus stood up. "I'll help him burn it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" James asked.

Regulus faltered. "I don't know." He took a deep breath, clasping his hands together. "I've been talking to Cissa for a while about getting it, but today was the only day I could get into the house." He met James's eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have told you. I just - I was worried that I couldn't do it, and I'd have to marry someone who wasn't you, and I didn't want to stress you out with this when I wasn't sure I could promise a good outcome."

James stepped closer, voice going soft. "A good outcome?"

Regulus swallowed. "Forgive me?"

"Yes." James got close enough to reach out and grab his hands, squeezing gently. "Does this mean you want to get married one day?"

Slowly, Regulus moved to press a kiss against James's lips. "If you asked?"

He met James's eyes, smiling just a little. "Yes."

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Family

"Family" - Rosekiller Microfic - @rosekillermicrofic - 171 words

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Barty stared at the fire, leaning into Evan and occasionally sipping at his drink as he contemplated.

Decision made, he turned. "Oi, Lupin!"

Across the room, Remus looked up from the drinks table.

"Come here!"

A few people looked over at him curiously, but the party was loud enough that shouting wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

A few minutes later, Remus walked up to their group with Sirius. "What?"

"When Ev and I get married," Barty started, and Evan choked on his drink. "We might need your last name. Ours are no good."

Remus looked amused. "And you want mine?"

"Certainly don't want to be a Black," Barty replied, and Sirius nodded in agreement.

"I don't recommend it," he said, leaning against Remus.

"Right." Barty spread his hands. "So we need your name."

Remus's eyebrows rose. "Because my family has such a pleasant history?"

Oh.

Right.

Barty kind of had forgotten about the many, many anti-werewolf articles written by Lyall Lupin. "Right. Nevermind." He scanned the room, grinning when he realized. "Evans!"

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Fail

"Fail" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 444 words

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James bolted through the castle, grateful that most people were out on a Saturday, only slowing once he'd reached the Slytherin common room. "Hey!"

Barty's head jerked up.

"Evan said it was an emergency," James said quickly, a little breathless. "What's wrong?"

Barty held open the common room door. "Regulus is locked in his room."

James stopped. "What?"

"Regulus is locked in his room," Barty said again. "Of his own volition, and he won't let anyone in. We don't know what's wrong." He gestured at James. "You're the last resort."

"Oh." James took a deep breath. "Okay."

Barty nodded towards Regulus's room. "Go on."

"I'm going," James told him.

"Don't fail us now," Barty called after him. "Or Reg might die in there."

James quietly knocked on the door. "Reg?"

Nothing.

"Hey, love," James tried. "Can I come in for a second? I'm a bit worried."

Nothing.

James waited a few minutes before speaking again. "I'm not leaving until -" he stopped, reconsidering his words. "Ever. I'm not leaving, ever. But I'm also not leaving this hallway until I see you again." He sat down beside the door. "I'll be here when you're ready."

Twenty minutes later, Barty came into the hallway and spotted him. "He didn't let you in?"

James shrugged. "Not yet."

Barty squinted at him, but nodded and went into a different room.

James waited.

After a couple of hours, Evan walked by and handed him a book.

He finished it.

Barty came back out. "Aren't you going to dinner?"

James shook his head. "He hasn't come out yet."

Barty glanced between James and the door. "Alright."

He and Evan were back after dinner, sharing a look after spotting James.

"Planning on sleeping there?" Evan asked.

James hoped not, but it was looking possible. "If I have to."

Four hours later, the door moved.

James looked up at his boyfriend, noting the tearstreaks and flushed skin. "Hi, love."

Regulus stared down at him. "You didn't leave." He glanced up and down the hallway before looking back at James. "You've been here all day?"

"I left once to go to the bathroom," James admitted.

Regulus kept staring at him. "And you stayed."

"I stayed," James confirmed. He tilted his head. "Do you want me to go?"

"You waited all day," Regulus said, and it almost sounded like a protest.

"And it was worth it," James replied. "Because I got to see you."

A few more seconds of staring.

Then Regulus held out a hand, pulling James up off the floor. "I don't want you to go."

"That's perfect, then," James said, following Regulus back into his room. "Because I would love to stay."

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Maybe it was green and silver, with gold thread. You couldn't really see the gold, because the beads covered it, but they knew it was there.

Or, if you're thinking a thread bracelet - maybe it was green, black, and sliver, with the smallest hint of gold woven in there. Very subtle, but sometimes it catches the light.

Because when they were little, Sirius was already against being in Slytherin, while Regulus was pretty sure he was going to be in Slytherin and he was struggling with what that could mean.

James made his bracelet in Slytherin colors to show him that they would be friends no matter what House he ended up in.

i bet little james potter made friendship bracelets to sell and he gave regulus the first one he made for free

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Hmm....bed is good.

Imagine bed with rain outside and Ao3 pulled up.

I love bed. Bed is comfy. Bed is quiet. Pillows are soft. Blankets are cozy. Bed is good