This James Somerton situation has just made me realize I need to be better about actively watching video essays instead of letting certain ones be background noise. Because DAMN the plagiarism is really obvious if you actually pay attention for longer than five seconds.

I need to blow up Mr. Hank Loomis so bad. I'm ripping him to shreds with my mind. I don't like when people say Maureen is the reason Scream happened because it's HANK'S fault. fuck that guy

Yeah honestly the Maureen blaming feels like some unexamined misogyny. They were both cheating. Maureen is the only one that dies because of it.

Also like. Neither Maureen nor Hank is the reason scream happened. It’s either Billy and Stu or Roman depending on how you see it. No one forced them to do that. They chose to react to Hank and Maureen’s infidelity with murder. “My girlfriends mommy is a homewrecker” is not a defence that’s going to hold up in court.

Beyond that Maureen’s only crime is cheating, and in both fanon and canon Billy is also guilty of that (it’s either Stu or Christina). Like if you’re going to hate Maureen for cheating then it feels a bit hypocritical not to hate Billy for the same.

Idk from what we know I think I would have liked Maureen more than Hank as well. Sid seems to have had a positive relationship with her but Billy seems to want nothing to do with Hank.

Maureen was also a scream queen when she was younger like, that’s rad? The titles we get for the movies she was in make them sound like some pretty wild B-movies: Amazombies, Space Psychos and Creatures from the San Andreas Fall. These sound like movies Stu would LOVE.

I also just have some sympathy for Maureen with her past, so much of her backstory is defined by brutal sexual coercion and assault from the time she was 18. Cheating is obviously not good, but also like, she got together with Neil at the age of 21. Prior to that it seems like her experiences were mostly not consensual.

It was the early 70s, I can’t imagine that she felt like she had a lot of choices. The idea that she would have consensual affairs later in life is unfortunate but also not surprising. I think a lot of people who get married young can end up having this realization later in life that they want to experience things they haven’t, and those are the kinds of things you can regret on your deathbed.

As far as we know she’s a stay at home mom, she has no ability to support herself without Neil. From her perspective the options were probably: get a divorce, split up her family, make herself financially destitute, and have a chance to experience the things that were robbed from her when she was younger, OR stay with Neil and die eventually wondering what she missed out on, OR have an affair and hopefully keep her family together.

So yeah. Cheating? Not good, not excusable. But also relatively understandable in my opinion.

And yeah in terms of Hank we don’t know the most about him from canon, but we know how Billy reacts to him, and we know how Billy and Nancy both are: they’re sexist slut-shamers. Like, Nancy blaming Sid for what Billy did? You can hate Sidney but come on, you can’t argue that his actions were actually justified. All of this tells me that Hank’s views are probably in line with Nancy and Billy’s. Billy had to learn it somewhere right? Misogyny isn’t genetic.

So yeah that’s my monologue. Tldr: hate Maureen if you want, that’s fine, but blaming the Scream murders on her doesn’t make much sense. If you need a villain Hank is right there, and either way the real villains are Billy and Stu.

You can still like them even if they suck, I promise, they’re fictional characters. You don’t need to shift the blame for their actions onto other characters to justify liking them.

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Prompt: Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips

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Here (In Your Arms)

Fandom: Stranger Things Ship: Mungrove Rating: 🔞 Explicit 🔞 Tags: flirting, anal sex, safe sex, cold fingers warm lips, spit kink, finger sucking, hair pulling, Preview:

It’s cold today. And yeah, it's always cold in Hawkins in the winter time, but today is like, record breaking cold, like ‘you should be worried about the effects on the planet as a whole,’ cold. It fucking sucks, but by some miracle, the camper still has electricity and heat. 

Eddie's warming his extremities in front of a modest space heater in the ‘living room’ when there's a sharp series of knocks on his front door.

He opens the door to his new (within the year new) neighbor, Californian transplant Billy Hargrove. His lips are almost as blue as his jeans and if Eddie had taken any longer to open the door there was a good chance he would have remained frozen on the spot.

“Powers out,” is all Billy says by way of explanation before using his bodily advantage to shoulder his way inside. 

Eddie blinks twice and then, 

“Oh shit,” he says, looking across the street to the Mayfield’s/Hargrove's dark trailer. “What about your fami-”

“Motel. They’re fine.” Billy says.

That at least lets Eddie's conscience rest enough to shut the front door. 

“Oh. Alright, well, not that I don’t like your company, but uh, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Do you really think I want to be stuck in a fucking motel room with them?”

“Fair point,” Eddie snorts. Red was cool, but he didn't know much about her mom. And he unfortunately knew too much about Neil. So instead of kicking the man out, he says “Make yourself at home.”

Billy beelines for the space heater and pulls his gloveless hands out of his jacket. He’s not wearing anything thicker than that faded, brown, leather jacket Eddie’s seen him rock at parties and his usual pair of acid wash jeans. No hat, no gloves, no boots, no coat. This fucking guy…

“Dude…” 

“What?” Billy snaps, rotating his blue, likely numb fingers in front of the space heater. 

“You still haven’t gotten a proper jacket?”

“Didn't think I’d still be here,” Billy replies bitterly. And again, Eddie can't blame him. He knows how much Billy misses California. And how in Billy's twisted mind he misinterprets buying a winter coat as permanent as of a move as buying a house in Hawkins. “Well, you are,” Eddie says, walking over to Billy’s side and flopping down on the ground to his right. “And, you're here, so at least let me help.”

going under - billy x reader

Part: 2/? (part one here)

Warnings: allusions to abuse, mild description of abuse, cursing 

The second time Billy sees her, he’s just had an argument with his dad. He’d forgotten to pick up Maxine from the arcade that afternoon and unfortunately Neil had been around when she’d arrived home alone on her skateboard.  

ii.

The second time Billy sees her, he’s just had an argument with his dad. He’d forgotten to pick up Maxine from the arcade that afternoon and unfortunately Neil had been around when she’d arrived home alone on her skateboard.  

It had only gotten worse from there.

Susan had been so focused on the argument between father and son that she’d burnt the food she’d been cooking for dinner, and of course, Neil blamed Billy for that too.

He’d come at him fists first and voice raised.

Billy had expected it.

He’d learnt what tells to look for over the years. Learnt what the twitch of his dad’s upper lip meant, what the clenched fist and the dilated pupils meant. He’d learnt to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to go to bed without bandages (just bruises), learnt to stiffen his muscles to lessen the blow, to not move away - move back, step back - from a flying fist or haphazard kick or it would start all over again and worse.

So when this time, like every other time, Neil had come flying at Billy, he’d shut out the world and focused on his breathing. Focused on not looking at the terror in Max’s eyes or the guilt in Susan’s. He’d let his dad come at him, maybe even taken a few steps away to try and get him away from the two females in case they did something stupid, like interfere.

They knew better than to get involved, and it would be entirely their own fault - maybe they’d even deserve it a little - but if they did Billy didn’t want that on his conscious. His thoughts had temporarily distracted him then as he thought about his mom, and Neil had got a good punch right on his jaw and Billy hadn’t been able to roll with it like he normally would have. He’d tasted blood in his mouth and cursed himself mentally. That one had hurt and he knew it would leave a big purple bruise before the night was over.

“Fuck you’re worthless,” his dad had finally seethed, dropping his hands and spitting at his son.

Billy hadn’t even flinched. He’d refused to show any emotion.

“Get out of my sight,” he’d grabbed Billy by the arm and dragged him back out into the living area. Billy hadn’t even realised they’d somehow made it back to his bedroom. “Leave. And don’t come back until you’re a man.”

“Neil,” Susan had said gently, taking a couple of caution steps towards her husband. Billy had glared at her, both warning her to stay away and furious that she was letting this happen in the first place. And then he was angry at himself because he was also letting this happen. Physically, Billy knew he could stop him. But he never did.

He probably never would.

“What?” Neil had spat back at her, never taking his eyes off his son.

“W-we…we haven’t had dinner yet,” she’d finally said, quietly. Lamely. As though that was the first excuse she could come up with.

“The boy doesn’t deserve any dinner,” Neil had sneered, once again shoving Billy towards the door. “Not until he learns his lesson.”

No one had bothered to ask what that lesson was as Billy had grabbed his keys and forcefully opened the door. He was careful not to slam it shut, careful not to say anything that would get him into any more trouble.

He clenched his jaw as he made his way to his Camaro, instantly regretting it at the flare of pain.

After a few seconds of silence he couldn’t hold his anger back any longer and slammed a fist on the roof of his car, letting out a loud series of curse words. “Fuck!” he yelled one last time, rubbing at his jaw gently as his eyes caught a flash of movement across the street.

And there she was, taking small hurried steps back towards her front door, eyes locked on Billy as she went, a huge old book tucked under her arm.

Her eyes widen a little when she realises he’s caught her watching him with his hand still on his jaw and fury burning bright in his eyes. Billy watches as she frowns a little, eyes flicking to his jaw as she quickens her steps even more.

He doesn’t know what makes him do it, but he sneers at her and lifts a hand with his middle finger raised. “The fuck are you looking at?” he growls, taking an intimidating step towards her.

Y/n doesn’t reply, turns her back and slips inside the house closing the door quietly behind her. He continues to watch the door for a few more seconds, sure she was going to come back outside, maybe with her boyfriend - hopefully with her boyfriend, Billy thinks, his fingers itching to pummel his fists into something.  

He waits for a whole minute before the hope and anger boiling in his stomach finally die down.

Then, when it’s obvious he’s the only one in the street and no one was coming outside for him, that no one cared to check who was yelling and banging things at half past eight in the evening - that no one cared for him - he lights up a cigarette, feeling cold, hungry and somehow worse than when he’d first come outside.

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Steve had been against the idea from the start, but once Billy decided something, he was just as immovable as Steve. Plus, they had just started dating, and the last thing Steve wanted was for their spark to fizz out so soon.

Whatever it takes to be happy, right?

Now, as Billy strides toward him wearing his best “I hate you” face, Steve really wishes he’d pushed a little more.

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“You want us to do what?”

“I said, I want us to pretend we fucking hate each other’s guts,” Billy repeated like he was suggesting what they order for dinner.

“No, no, I got that. But why?”

“Because , Harrington.”

Whoever said boys were less complicated than girls was a single, dumb sack of shit.

“Is this about your father?”

“Contrary to popular belief, my problems don’t all revolve around him.”

Steve sat up on his bed, giving Billy his undivided attention. “Then what is it about?”

“We agreed to keep… us a secret.”

Steve opened his mouth to interrupt, but Billy continued, “I don’t give a shit if no one knows. Just pull King Steve back out of your ass, and I’ll be my usual, delightful self.” He raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Steve to imply otherwise. Something about how he’d said “delightful” sounded derogatory.

Instead, Steve kissed the frown off Billy’s face until a tentative smile took its place. Unfortunately, that strange plan of his wasn’t forgotten.

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“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

Is that your best attempt at being the worst? Steve wants so badly to laugh at his goof of a boyfriend, but then Billy would give him an agonizing silent treatment for as long as he could actually remain silent, which was surprisingly a decent chunk of time.

I did say I’d play my part.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Your move, now.

“What’s going on out there, Steve?”  Dustin yells from inside the Byers’ house.

“Nothing, dipshit.”

“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard Billy’s voice.”

Billy flinches, and Steve doesn’t blame him. The kid makes his name sound like a curse word.

“Yeah, it’s me, Anderson,” Billy recovers quickly, smirking.

“Henderson!” “Don’t care.” He gives Steve a dirty look, mouthing, “Do I gotta do everything around here?” before spitting, “Watch your fucking mouth, Harrington.”

“Talking to yourself again, Hargrove?” He hates Billy’s last name because he knows how much Billy hates it.

“I know my stepsister is here. Come on out, Maxine!”

“She’s not here. Why don’t you get back in your little car and drive back home?” Don’t.

“No can do.” Billy shoves Steve hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and looks down at him with disdain, his cigarette still in his mouth somehow. “I thought I told you to plant your feet.”

Billy invents a whole new level of pretty when he’s angry, even if it’s an act. He really does take Steve’s breath away.

“You’re a fucking asshole. What’d I ever do to you?”

“I don’t like liars.”

Steve reaches forward and pulls Billy on top of him. I wanna kiss you so bad right now; you have no fucking clue.

“Do it,” Billy spits, tugging Steve’s collar.

Jesus Christ, can he read minds?

“Punch me.”

“Huh?”

“Punch. Me.”

“I’m not gonna punch you, idiot. What the fuck?” Steve hisses, horrified. He’s never wanted to kill a man more than he’s wanted to kill Neil Hargrove.

“Why not? Scared, Harrington?”

“I’m not doing this.” “Commit to the role, c’mon!”

“It was your idea, not mine!”

“You went along with it.”

“Until tonight. I’m not hitting you.”

“You know you want to. Everyone wants a shot at me.”

“I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work.” “You can’t tell me you haven’t dreamed of giving me a big ole shiner.”

“The only bruises I wanna give you are when I leave behind a hickey or two.” Steve nips the tender flesh of Billy’s neck, and Billy whines so loud it shocks him.

“That wasn’t part of the plan,” he growls, pushing Steve’s chest.

“How about we come up with a new plan? Sound good?” Steve unbuttons Billy’s remaining buttons with his teeth and starts teasing him, pretending to bite his tits, but then nibbling on his earlobes instead.

“Gahhhhhhhh!”

“You’re gonna wake the dead.”

Billy weakly tries kneeing Steve’s dick. “You-shut-up.”

Steve leans in, grinning. “What was that?” “Why are you - nghh - being so difficult? Just do it already!”

“No. I said-”

“Not that…” Billy’s voice grows quieter. “The other thing.”

“Why did you even come up with this stupid ass idea in the first place?”

“Just kiss me like you said you would-” “Not until you answer my question.”

“Didn’t think you wanted… people to know you were with a boy. With me.”

“You mean people at school? The kids?”

Billy stops wriggling around under him.

Bullseye.

“S stupid, I shouldn’t care what anyone, least of all Maxine’s stupid brat pack thinks of me.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t care about what they think, not of you. I don’t need their approval. You’re my boyfriend.”

“Kiss me,” Billy demands. “Kiss me right fucking now.”

Tin Foil Hat Time - Surrogacy Excuse by u/Meegainnyc

Tin Foil Hat Time - Surrogacy Excuse Here me out Sinners. Now that the book has dropped and did not do the damage that was intended, here is what I can see Meghan putting out there. Hopefully there is someone from the palace who is secretly lurking as a sinner reading this. Meghan will make it known she wants to be removed from the Royal website in attempts to getting ahead of being dumped by the family. (I agree with Neil Sean who talked about this in a recent video seen here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBmFyTzAKDk ). Next she will stay ahead of the family about the legitimacy of those invisible children. If there are discussions being held this week to remove the titles, I don't think MM is going to let go without a fight. She will continue using her drop of blackness as leverage because that is all she has for argument. Here is where I could see Meghan staying ahead and start dropping hints about the family wanting her to use a white surrogate so it came from the body of a white person. I do believe Archie is of M's shriveled up egg and H's damaged sperm, but I do not believe Archie came from her body. Of course using a surrogate will be blamed on the family and it will give her the excuse now to clap back to everyone who questioned her elaborate display of moon bump F*ckery. The way I see her dropping this news is doing another sit down without Harry, but this time it will be bigger than the Diana BBC interview. How she will get out of the excuse for the lil'Betty con, is going to be interesting. This is the biggest scandal for the Royal Family and no doubt this woman will profit from it. If those titles are removed and kids removed from the line of succession, Meghan is going to go full scorched earth to turn this deceit into being the victim again of a racist institution. She will continue to double down and enforce all the lies that have been told through interviews, books and a Lifetime woman's movie: "Meghan's Choice". Just my opinion.Excuse for the missing wedding ring...perhaps she will say she gave it back. If a divorce or separation is happening, Meghan will make sure the world knows she dumped Harry, and not the other way around. As is Meghan has made it impossible for Harry to go back to his family, and I am sure he is stuck in a place of numbness of being doped up to even think straight on getting out. The emotional blackmail has got to have taken a toll on him. Harry is so deep into shit with this woman, he will not be able to leave unless the bitch wife ditches him or she and her mother have driven him over the edge and puts him 6 feet under. Sad life for this guy...he is damaged beyond repair. It is sadder and unfortunate for the two innocent invisible kids who got stuck with a toxic pair who are self destructing in front of the world to see. We can only imagine the life of therapy and meds these kids will need to help them live a somewhat normal life. Perhaps they will get lucky and Meghan gets incarcerated either in jail or a mental institution, allowing them to be raised by a paid caregiver who gives them the love and nurturing they need. I am sure that is happening now, but Meghan is still overseeing the operation; her presence alone is riddled with control and anxiety that spills over onto others.All just my opinion. post link: https://ift.tt/Xlf2i85 author: Meegainnyc submitted: December 04, 2023 at 02:41PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

Chapter 5.

- Good evening, listeners. Today is November 16th, 1960, my name is Alistair Mayers, and I am more than happy to welcome you to today’s audition.

Alistair’s voice seemed completely empty, as if it had been drained of all human emotions. I expected him to start scripting the broadcasts from now on, but unlike the last time when I heard from him - an enthusiastic and full of passion young radio host - now I’ve only gotten the impression of him blankly reading a text off paper, without the tiniest shade of intention. I wish to say that hearing him in this state worried me, however I’m afraid this would be a lie; more than anything else, I felt terrified.

- The past week has not been too great to say the least. I found out certain things… about certain people that I would rather not have been made aware of. Although, in retrospect I should probably be glad that it happened. After all, finding the truth is currently our top priority. It’s just such a shame to know how much time I have wasted.

I wondered what Alistair could possibly mean by those words. Fortunately, he was soon to enlighten me.

- It turns out that our dear friend and ally - Virgil Montromery, had not been entirely honest with us after all. Personally, I find this sort of behaviour hypocritical at best. What happened to our transparency policy, Virgil? Did everything we agreed on priorly hold no meaning to you at all? What bothers me the most about all of this isn’t even that I have been lied to, but that you have, listeners. It also wouldn't have enraged me to such a degree if he had been hiding an irrelevant detail or a minor information. This wasn't a minor detail. It was revolutionary; something that could possibly change our entire outlook on this situation. To think that he wanted to keep all of this to himself…

What is he talking about?

- Frankly, I shouldn’t even be giving it that much care at this point. It’s not like I would even be able to stop working with Virgil if I wanted to, not right now. Despite this unfortunate occurrence, he’s an extremely valuable help when it comes to my research. I very much wouldn’t be able to get anywhere without a lab or the experience which he provides. If there’s any lesson all of us could get out of this, it is to be more weary of people. Virgil has been suspicious since the first time we spoke, I was just too desperate to see through him. Yet, saying that nothing good came out of the two of us collaborating would be a lie. I’m only… not sure who should I trust anymore.

He sounded cold in the most heartbreaking of ways.

I considered the possibility of Alistair overexaggerating this entire situation. It was clear to see how much the transparency thing, between the two of them, meant to him, however wasn’t this going a little far? To even consider quitting working with Montgomery, right after finding someone who understands him became so important to him. All of it felt rather irrational to me, but not knowing what exactly happened, I was in no place to judge. What could’ve he possibly been hiding? Could it really be something this bad?

- This week was exhausting. I would even go as far as to say that I haven’t felt this drained ever since we moved to the radio station. I’d rather refrain from mentioning my well being and personal life, if there even still is such a thing, for the sake of keeping things professional, however I don’t think that I can keep those worries strictly to myself anymore. Until now I have barely realised what might be the greatest downside of the amount of care and dedication I’ve put into my work with Virgil. Ironically, it made me neglectful. 

Neil hasn’t been dealing great with any of this mess. I can’t blame him for it, he’s only twelve after all. If anything, I should be the one to blame. I am his brother, the only one he has left in this world. I should be there for him. I should support him no matter what. It should be my only responsibility. It was supposed to be just the two of us, alone, against all else…

Alistair’s voice started cracking an awful lot. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

- And yet I’ve managed to do the complete opposite. I’ve been dismissive of all his emotional needs. I started pushing him away to protect him from hearing or seeing anything he shouldn’t. I meant well…

…

Last night, after I finished talking to Virgil, we got into an argument. I said a lot of things I shouldn’t have. Both of us did…

He’s been refusing to talk to me since then.

What’s the worst about it, I know that I was the one in the wrong. I could see how scared he was. How terrifying all of this really is to him. No child should ever be going through something like this. I should've been doing everything in my power to help…

…

I really did mean well.

The radio remained silent for a couple of minutes.

Then for a couple more.

…

…

- Virgil insisted that I start calling him by his first name - Alistair’s voice was noticeably calmer - he says that formal titles such as “Doctor” or “Mister” create a sort of hierarchy within our “workspace” which he doesn’t find pleasant. Personally, I could argue with this statement, but I have to admit that knowing that he sees me as somewhat of his equal feels oddly validating. Although, I have to admit, if Virgil really thinks of us as equal coworkers, putting all else aside for the greater good, he is one pretentious hypocrite. 

A rather strange statement coming from someone as gentle as Alistair.

The entirety of today’s program feels rather strange…

- And to any listeners wondering how in the world would I possibly be getting away with saying such things on the air, the answer is simple; His Majesty Mister Doctor Virgil is way too occupied with his extraordinarily important and highly confidential research to find any time to listen to his dearest coworker’s insignificant radio show.

Well, at the end of the day, who am I to judge him?

Perhaps by ridding myself of all of my life’s joy  for this job, I was actually just being an inconvenience. At least that would be the logical conclusion to jump into, considering that according to him I didn’t even deserve to see the whole picture of our situation; the ground we’re standing on.

I understood none of Alistair’s sudden change in attitude. Whatever Montgomery kept away from him must’ve been truly horrible to cause this sort of reaction.

A rather odd thought accrued to me that very moment. What if it wasn’t?

What if Alistair was indeed acting purely irrational?

He could’ve been lying to us for malicious reasons, or perhaps he was actually delusional. 

Was Alistair just insane after all? Did the calamity make him lose his mind?

But this couldn’t be the case. Alistair would never lie to us. I found it highly unlikely for him to actively try to cause harm to another human being. Besides, my doubts were soon to be dispelled.

- Well, since we’re already on this subject, I figured out that it would only be fair for me to enlighten you about everything I’ve been late to discover.

According to the research started on October 13th 1960, by the younger researcher of The University of [REDACTED], Virgil Montgomery, the DNA of a Stranger is identical to the one of a human being. From what I’m knowledgeable about, Virgil is yet unsure of the implications carried by this discovery, however it is still undoubtedly worrying. The current leading theory is that Stranger’s are in fact humans who have been transformed into their current state by some sort of disease. The origin and means of spreading of this hypothetical disease are unknown and performing any closer examination on the Strangers in a proper laboratory environment is made extremely difficult both due to their violent nature, as well as their short life spans, lasting only up to one week. We will continue on trying to get to the bottom of this by all means possible and, of course, I will keep you updated on all major developments of this situation, no more secrets.

For now, that’s all I had to say. Thank you for sticking with me through these difficult times. Goodnight, listeners.

TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of Cancer, child abuse and rape

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 295

Gina received the bad news that she had cervical cancer last episode and had to stay in for tests. Luckily they've caught it early so the prognosis is good. She's running late for work but she covers with June, telling her her car has broken down and she asks her to hold the fort, promising to be in as soon as possible. "Yesterdays investigation went well, it gave us the chance to look at your bowel and bladder." "Ooh lucky you!" He wants to run a few more test on her whilst she's there and advises she tells work about it. "No, I don't do that tea and sympathy stuff." her consultant frowns, "You'll feel more isolated if you don't." Gina simply shrugs. "I'm used to that." 💔

It's Marilyn's funeral that day, but Gabriel's mind is on Gemma, wondering if the Child Protection Team had spoken to her and were looking after her. Sheelagh teases him for having grown a social concience. "It's not like you!" she chuckles. As they reach the top of the ramp, Rowan Morrell appears (she's covering for Neil whilst he has time off) to tell him it looks as though Gemma's stepmum has done a bunk with her and her brother. Rowan asks them to stay on the case and help find her. As they search they keep flirting... Finally they find the step mother - she says she's sent the children down to be with her sister. They don't believe her and keep investigating and flirting...

Lance and Amber are at the hospital for a case when Amber happens to see Gina speaking to a receptionist. She's handed a leaflet that she disposes of as she leaves. Amber - who has literally hidden so Gina doesn't see her - has a look at the leaflet, cottoning onto what Gina was being seen for...

Amber and Lance has messed up on their case by taking their victim's statement and then hurrying over to arrest their suspect. Unfortunately any sharp brief can point out that any DNA of the victim found on the suspect or in their flat can now be blamed on those two. Gina sighs and says she'll sort it and asks where the victim is - she's back at St Hughes still so Gina must - reluctantly - return.

Gabriel uses an excuse of buying flowers for Sheelagh to speak to the missing girls grandma who is a florist. Sheelagh is amused and accepts them - by kissing his cheek before getting in the car. Gabriel looks thoughtful... He suspects that Mrs Bentley, Gemma's step mum, hates Gemma because she reminds her - and her father - of his former wife who died. She thinks the boys are at her sisters - but that Gemma is still in the property. He opens up to Sheelagh. "I know what it's like to crave love and not get it back. We don't want her growing up like me." "I don't know, she could do worse." Sheelagh smiles.

Gina speaks to the victim and interviews her, the poor elderly lady is terrified and keeps saying she doesn't want to make a fuss. Gina sends Lance and Amber to go and get a drink whilst she talks to her, aware there's something that Pearl is hiding from them. Sadly Pearl admits that the man who attacked her also raped her. Pearl doesn't want anyone else to know. She will deny it, she just wants to be left alone. She can't bear it to become public knowledge. "Somethings are best left secret. Can you understand that?" she begs Gina - who sadly does.

Gina interviews the suspect who is a "right cocky so and so." she suspends the interview and tells him she knows exactly what he's done. His solicitor tries to stand to stop her, "Sit down you, you're defending a rapist! Did he tell you that? No, I didn't think so." The brief sits. Gina gives him an option - he either admits the robbery and assault or she'll return to Pearl and do everything in her power to get her to change her mind so he's also charged for the rape. With no option - he coughs to the assault and burglary.

Gabriel returns to the house and barges his way in, conducting an illegal search of the premises to find Gemma. He locates her in the basement much to the horror of her step mother who had bound and abused her.

At the end of her shift, Amber lets herself into Gina's office and tells her that she saw her that morning and she saw her dispose of the leaflet she was given. She offers herself - nervously - to talk to her if she wants to. Gina smiles. "It's alright, you don't need to talk to the old bag about her health problems. You'll be relieved to know that I do not need a shoulder to cry on." She tells her not to tell anyone and sits with her head in her hands after dismissing Amber.

Gabriel is at the hospital after work, watching over Gemma. Sheelagh finds him and gently guides him away. He feels sorry for himself "Nothing I do turns out right." he says, worrying about Gemma ending up in care. Sheelagh reassures him he did everything he could to get the right outcome. "It's not enough though is it." he says - before Sheelagh pounces forward and kisses him. "You should have more faith in yourself, Gabriel. I do."

Okay I see your point. I just wanna know what you think about this: El killed people who were trying to hurt her and the ones she loved. Billy hated a 12 year old Lucas for no reason and hurt his innocent sister.

I am an anti billy but I won’t ask anything again. It’s your blog and your opinion.

I think the same thing could be said about Billy. Maxs actions directly related to how Neil would react to Billy. She snuck out, he got struck. She misbehaves or disobeys, he gets the blame. When you’re in a household of abuse, things may not seem logical. But it was survival for Billy. So, couldn’t you say that he was also protecting himself? It’s unfortunate that max and Lucas were the ones to be in the middle of this, but the real villain is Neil. Neil is an adult. He knows better. Billy was just barely 18. With no love from anyone. No one on his side. He was surviving on his own. His method of survival was brutal and not all rainbows and fucking sunshine. Then, he gets taken over by the mindflayer. And forced to kill people. Then, he sacrifices himself. His last act and is self sacrifice. We’ve seen him use pain and hurt as a weapon, but when it came down to the end, where your true self comes out, he chose to save max. So. That’s where I’m at.

i talked to you about Tlou2 a while ago and I just hopped on the reddit train, and I can say that I am ..Truly disappointed. I looked up the Tlou tag and holy shit, it saddens me to see how angry people are at the second game. They ~hate~ HATE Neil Druckman and complain about how he blocks them on Twitter, but I don’t blame him! They’re so mean and so quick to be dismissive of everything he was trying to accomplish in the game. Ffs, it’s a game about a zombie apocalypse, I’m sorry to say but the main character IS going to die at one point, and it would be unrealistic to have it any other way. I love Joel and I miss Joel, but Abby and Ellie are direct character foils of each other. They both do equally immorally wrong things and that is the sole point that he was trying to get across. Everyone was in the wrong. Joel was in the wrong for killing all the fireflies, Abby was wrong for killing Joel (especially the way she did) and Ellie just did… so much. It’s unfortunately exactly the way a post-apocalyptic world would look. It makes me wonder what would satisfy everyone who hated it because any other way just wouldn’t work in my opinion. There’s a reason the critic ratings are so high and it’s because it’s genuinely an amazingly well-crafted video game. I love love love the first one but the second one just stands unmatched with the death scenes (nora’s always haunts my brain from time to time), the adorable flashback scenes with Joel (with him just being so grateful she’s alive and admitting how much he loves her with his song), and all the relationships with other characters are just top tier. Not to mention those little side additions that are just *chefs kiss* brilliant. A few honorable mentions: Ellie getting hit by the waves and tumbling underwater when swimming to the aquarium. The snowball fight. The museum AND the aquarium. THE SKY BRIDGE. The ship. Boris the Archer in Hillcrest. I could go on and on. It makes me very upset that people can’t put aside the fact their favorite character died and that the person who did it had as much of a reason to do it as Joel did for killing her dad. It’s rough on Reddit. Just thought I’d rant.

took the words right out of my mouth bro. are they still going off about it on reddit or are those ancient threads???? either way I avoided those like the plague, I even removed shit from my youtube recommendations I was so sick of seeing it. it's a fantastic game, it's also incredibly dark. there was no black and white or good and evil, everyone made mistakes and committed violent acts that they then suffered the repercussions. it's about the consequences of your actions and the cycle of violence and breaking free from it. it's one of my favourite games and god I'm due for a replay

maybe just do all if it's not too much?

Not too much at all (especially since you're the only one who asked at all)

Angel: What's one character trait you like about yourself?

To be quite honest, I find it hard to think of even just one. I feel pretty much neutral about most of my traits or dislike/hate them. Sorry.

Doll: What's your favourite outfit?

Have a lot of summer outfits that I can't really choose between. But my favourite single item of clothing that I own is a black longsleeved shirt with a silver dragon on the front and a bare back that's held together with lacing only. It's so fucking beautiful, but sadly a little too small for me. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of it either.

Pumpkin: What's your favourite weather and why?

Thunderstorms. I blame the scene from Sleeping Beauty for my obsession with them.

Baby: What makes you feel better when you're down?

Depends on why I'm down, I guess. A lot of times Neil Gaiman's posts on here manage to make me smile in spite of myself though, so I they help more often then most other things

Sugarpie: What's your favourite sweet treat?

Cupcakes or Haribo Rainbow Pixels Sour

Kitten: Are you a dog person or a cat person?

Cat mostly. Though I do find dogs cute as well

Princess: If you could live in any other time period, what would it be?

Highly depends on the conditions. Am I sent there with my knowledge still intact and as I am? Do I automatically have things like apropriate clothes or knowledge of the language of the time and place? Or would I have lived my entire life in that time period anyways?

I think I would find most periods interesting, but if you'd send me back to Ancient Greece, for example, as I am right now, I'd be utterly lost.

Peach: What's your ideal aesthetic?

I'm afraid I don't just have one and which one I like most mostly depends on my mood. For example I love gothic, but also rainbow themed stuff, pinks and fairys, dragons and monsters, autumn and spring aesthetics.

Darling: What romantic gesture makes you feel the most loved?

That's kinda hard to answer because my practical romantic experience is pretty much zero. I would imagine though that even just cuddling would do miles more than gifts or sex could to make me feel loved.

Button: Do you have a type? What is it like?

Fat guys give me weak knees tbh. And I suppose I have a weak spot for chocolate eyes. When deciding to date someone I've never considered if the person's my type though.

Sweet pea: What's your favourite flower?

As cliché as it may sound: Roses

Petal: What's your favourite smell or parfume?

I'm not really into parfumes. As for smells: the smell of the air before a summer storm or on a warm night. The smell of books. Of freshly baked goods. Of the raspberry cosmopolitan I bought recently (from Tail Cocktails. It also tastes amazing btw).

Sunshine: What's the nicest compliment you've ever gotten?

I'm not overly used to compliments for my looks and mostly have a hard time believing them, which is why I won't list any of them here.

One of my teachers told me (after my last class with her, I think) that I was a pleasure to teach. And another teacher (with whom I sadly never had more than a few substitute lessons) once told me (after I made a comment about how I'm not as stupid as I look in response to another student mocking me) that I didn't look stupid. I actually don't think either of the two meant much by it (and probably don't even remember saying it), but at the time it meant a lot to me.

Babygirl: How do you like to be held?

Once again, no practical experience, but I don't think cuddling could do much wrong

Lover: How do you show someone you like them?

Ironically with gifts, mostly. Either something that reminded me of them, or something selfmade (that reminded me of them), or something I baked for them.

Buttercup: What does/would your online dating bio say?

Idk. Probably some generic shit about me like my hobbies and what I study. And maybe a few words about what I look for.

Boo: What's your dream date?

I've always wanted to lay somewhere beneath the stars and stargaze with someone while cuddling close

Cupcake: If you're treating yourself, what do you do?

Depends. Go eating. Go books or clothes shopping. Sometimes just a hot bath.

Wild thing: What's something about you that surprises people?

I can't think of anything. I'm afraid I'm terribly predictable.

Bubba: Tell me a funny story from your childhood.

I'm not sure I remember a funny story. Probably the funniest thing I remember is my younger sibling cutting my hair while I was asleep when we were both still really small.

Honey: What's your favourite hot drink?

Depending on my mood either tea or cocoa.

Love bug: What song would you love to have sung to you?

Really I don't think there's any you could go wrong with. I'm just not sure how comfortable I am with being sung at (depends on the setting I guess). What I've thought about a lot though is singing a duett with someone I love.

Cutie: What's your favourite fairytale?

Sleeping Beauty

Dumpling: What's your favourite movie right now?

I find it extremely difficult to decide for a favourite. I'll just list some that come to mind:

Sleeping Beauty, Encanto, Elemental, Frozen 2, 101 Dalmations (1961 version), Knives Out, Glass Onion, Howl's Moving Castle, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, ...

My love: What would your dream home be like?

Spacy kitchen so I can cook big meals and bake without any issues. Sleep-themed bedroom, if that makes sense, and if possible one where I can see the stars if I want. A living room with enough space for my books and an L-shaped couch. A table big enough for my favourite board games. Some place where I can store/make all my creative stuff.

Dear: Pick whatever question you'd most like to answer.

Since I've already answered all the questions I'll take that as an opportunity to answer one that wasn't asked in this ask sheet. This is what I came up with (I thought it fitting given the nature of the ask sheet):

What's your favourite pet name?

I think probably my least favourite is 'baby/babe'. Tbh, I never thought I'd have a favourite. But lately my favourite person has started calling me 'darling' and I have to admit, I'm quite fond of it.

It felt strange seeing Billy’s room near empty. His stuff had been all been sold or given away. Max was surprised Neil had any thought about charity. Or that he got rid of everything so quickly. No attachment, nothing. 

Maybe they reminded him too much of his own son so they had to be out of his life as soon as possible, the pain being too much to bear.

Max sat on his bed, staring idly at the wall as a cool breeze drifted in through the window. She too was in the process of packing. Apparently the Byers and El weren’t the only ones in the middle of a move but she wouldn’t be miles and miles away from Hawkins, just a new place. 

Neil and Susan filed for divorce pretty quickly after Billy’s death. It was almost shocking, it was like he blamed her. He was so angry and while Max hated him, she could understand. She just wished he wouldn’t take it out on her mom.

But at least he was going to be out of her life so that was a sliver of a silver lining in the midst of the turmoil. 

Sometimes when she would hang out in Billy’s room alone, she could feel some kind of presence, one she associated with his. She couldn’t quite place it but it felt like he was there somehow. Sometimes unusual things would happen like his radio would turn on by itself or she’d smell cigarette smoke but she always thought the scent came from outside and the wind brought it in. But other times when the window was shut, she could’ve sworn she smelled the strong and repulsive scent of his marlboros. 

One time she heard his weights being used but when she got up to look, they were in their place. 

Maybe I’m going crazy.

Perhaps she had staying in too much, maybe she just needed to get out. Normally she wouldn’t be home so much but she didn’t feel like going anywhere. Unfortunately, she’d have to say goodbye to Billy’s room and she’d never be able to set foot in here again. It’d be refurnished and painted and every part of it that was Billy would be stripped away and turned into something foreign.

She stepped out with her board and headed down town. The arcade, the library, hell even family video sounded better than here. Maybe she’d run into one of her friends. 

There’s been a lot of speculation (or, dare I say, just hope?) that Billy will make a return in season 4. While I’m more or less convinced he’s dead, there are other ways to have his character appear. I think this all revolves around Max’s own story arc in season 4.

Looking back at the camera meant something in season 3. Will and El both did, and it seemed to reflect the fact that they had an awareness of the supernatural that the others lacked. It made sense at the time since El’s powers and Will’s connection to the Mindflayer gave them both an ability to detect what the Mindflayer was doing.

Max, however, lacks any sort of power (that we’re aware of, anyway). How, then, might she be able to see beyond the material? Well...

We’ve known since the epilogue of season 3 that Max is not doing ok. When everyone goes home after the Byers move away, Max goes to his room and cries. She does so alone. There’s nobody comforting her. This isn’t terribly surprising since her friends had little reason to mourn him, but she may also be keeping it to herself. It could be even worse depending on the cover story the government gave for his death. If they were to say he died helping Max get out of the burning mall, it’s possible that Neil blames her, isolating her even within her own family.

This brings us into season 4. Max will have been dealing with her grief, and possible guilt, for months without any measurable progress. It may be a contributing factor if she and Lucas indeed do have some problems with their relationship. The real problem, though, could come when it goes beyond typical grief and crosses into the supernatural. Enter Ms. Kelly.

I think Max may start to see Billy, whether it is in nightmares, the waking world, or both. Sleep-deprived and full of depression and anxiety, Max goes to Ms. Kelly for help. Unfortunately, Max is unable to give the full story, so Ms. Kelly is led to believe that Max simply has conflicted feelings about Billy’s death due to his often abusive treatment towards her in life. She encourages Max to write letters to Billy as a way for her to process her thoughts and find closure. She does so, secretly, hoping for Billy to stop haunting her.

It backfires, however. Max starts to see Billy more and more as she processes her grief. Her feelings about Billy become more clear, and Billy begins to speak to her, though it isn’t comprehensible. She sees flashes of images in her dreams of a house. She starts to freak out, thinking she’s losing her mind. Lucas dismisses her concerns, thinking she should just accept it and move on. Only Dustin believes that something weird may be going on. He encourages her to keep writing, possibly even including questions to see if her vision of Billy answers.

It works. Eventually, she and Dustin think to ask Billy about the images she’s been getting glimpses of. He manages to communicate an address.

Now, I do think Billy is dead, or at least his material body is. His “soul,” for lack of a better term, however, may be bound to the Upside Down. As a result, he may yet have a role to play. We know that the heroes have to become aware of the Creel House somehow. I think Max is the perfect character to have this realization, as it could also help her find her peace with Billy, something I felt she was robbed of in season 3. It would also be a way for Billy fans to have their moment without the show pulling a “surprise, he’s not really dead!” moment. Billy could get some genuine redemption AFTER death by helping Max and her friends find out about the new threat before it becomes too much to stop.

Thoughts?

What if instead of pain, soulmates could feel each other's happiness? What if Neil and Andrew thought that they didn't have a soulmate because as long as they've remembered they've never felt truly happy? They've convinced themselves that the little jumps of their hearts in their early childhoods were just products of their imaginations. Or they hoped that their soulmate had died because they knew what life without joy was like and wouldn't wish it on anyone, let alone someone who was meant to be special to them. When Neil and Andrew met everything stayed the same. Neil was too afraid to let himself be happy and the magical bond between the soulmates was smart enough to see the difference between real happiness and the artificial one that Andrew's meds provided. Even after Andrew came off his meds he felt the shadow of the feeling that people described they felt when their soulmate was happy, but he always brushed it off and blamed it on his meds. He didn't miss that it usually happened after winning a game, while the whole team was hanging out together, or when Neil left him speechless. So Andrew and Neil started hooking up not knowing that they were soulmates.

Sure, Andrew suspected it, but he didn't want to believe it. He had worked so hard to not rely on that slimmer hope in his childhood, convincing himself that he couldn't have a soulmate, that someone as soulless as him didn't deserve one. He was resigned to his fate and told himself that it was better this way, he would have fewer vulnerabilities without one. So he repeated to himself that Neil meant nothing until he believed it. Neil never had enough proof to doubt his previous belief. The one that his mother ingrained into his brain so deeply. He never even felt the regular kind of attraction so it would make sense that he didn't have a magical bond connecting his soul to someone else either. He knew that even if he had one, the chance of meeting them was very slim and the idea of staying with them wasn't even on the table. Not only would it kill him, but it would put them in danger too. So it was easy to think he was all alone in the world. It all changed when Neil got kidnapped and Andrew admitted that he meant something to him. After they met in the hotel and Andrew told Neil to stay, he felt an undeniable ache in his heart, it was familiar but still strange to feel. This time Andrew didn't brush it off, he latched onto it and tried to memorize how it felt. He felt the proof of Neil's happiness and something in him settled. It became more and more common as time went by. Staying in the cabin with the foxes, Neil making the deal with the Moriyamas, winning the game after game, seeing Kevin's new tattoo, and beating the ravens in the finals. Andrew got used to it and eventually started relishing it. The only thing that made him stop searching for Neil after he disappeared was the feeling in his chest, saying it was okay, more than okay actually. So when Neil came in grinning from ear to ear and said stupid things that meant "I know you like me", Andrew couldn't bring himself to ruin it by saying something that wasn't even true. Years later Neil started feeling tightness in his chest. He couldn't tell what it was. It didn't feel like how he usually felt happiness or sadness. It happened in the most random moments too like, when he was sitting in silence with Andrew, or played with the cat. At first, he thought he had some kind of heart disease. It would be unfortunate if that was the case since he survived the mafia just to get killed by his own heart. He worked out regularly and ate healthy food so it must have been genetic. He had always hated his father's genetics. He didn't know if Nathan's family had a history of heart disease, but Mary wouldn't do this to him. Going to the doctor would be kind of pointless. What if they said he couldn't play exy anymore? That would be the same as death for Neil, and he wasn't even being dramatic. Neil figured he would save everyone time and energy if he let his heart do all the work. In the end, he decided that dying from a natural cause was better than getting killed, so he accepted it. He told Andrew, so he wouldn't be surprised when Neil randomly died. Andrew looked at him and asked him to describe how he felt, so Neil did. After an exasperated sigh, Andrew told him that he wasn't going to explain something that 4 years old children already knew to a grown man. At Neil's confused look Andrew told him to figure it out by himself and also to stop worrying about stupid things. Neil did, eventually, but not without the Foxes' help. They were surprised that Neil didn't know he and Andrew were soulmates, but given their past most of them they didn't say anything. Neil thought that he already knew Andrew was the one he wanted to spent the rest of his life with, it didn't matter if they were soulmates or not, but he didn't tell them that. Andrew was a different story, though.

Friendly reminder that this blog DOES NOT SLANDER ANY OF THE DEAD POETS, not even Cameron.

I won't directly mention anyone, but if you're not used to the Tumblr DPS Fandom and why we are literally sane enough to forgive a fictional character and not slander him so harshly (jokes and critiques aside), I guess don't interact with posts that are Pro-Cameron/Cameron-Apologists?

Simple Points: He was a teenager at a time period where you can easily manipulate their decisions. He was an honor student, ANY ONE WITH THAT AMOUNT OF STAKES WILL WEIGH THEIR OPTIONS DIFFERENTLY. Yes, DUH, it was unfortunate/rude he was disloyal to his friends, that was the point of his character BUT, you'd be as evil as Mr. Nolan and Mr. Perry to blame all this on a kid who was just following the RULES, RULES MADE BY THE ADULTS, THE SYSTEM THEY WERE MEANT TO GO AGAINST.

We're not saying Cameron is a Saint in that movie, also he was bullied more by Charlie tbh, we're saying Cameron is one of the most realistic characters in that movie. Not everyone is able to just blatantly do what they want like Charlie, or be a shy brave boy like Todd, or even be a rebellious as Neil-- But I know for a FACT, anyone would know Cameron's emotions if they were in his shoes.

Remember: HE LET KEATING FRY because he was an ADULT. It was LITERALLY the simple answer and the safest, yes, wrong to most of us, but who else could he blame? Even if he could bring down himself and the others, that's 6 Student expelled vs an adult who can still get a job/has a future/ has a degree. MY BOY CAMERON BASICALLY DID THE TROLLEY PROBLEM.

In conclusion, It's a 32yo movie, people are way more complex than "bad guy/good guy", don't interact with Pro-Cameron posts if you don't get why we like him, Cameron's White Jumper is adorable, Have GREAT DAY.

Also, even Dylan Kussman said there was a possibility of a Cameron redemption arc with the spin off they made with Gale Hansen (help fact check!)

hi! i just read a fic where neil carries andrew because he hurt his leg, and i loved it so can you recommend something like that? andrew having to be helped physically by neil or the foxes. no major/ permanent career ending injuries though. just him being concussed or dizzy or hurt in his legs. i appreciate you guys so much!!! thank you!!

Usually it is Neil who gets hurt and Andrew who becomes protective, but we have managed to dig up some fics where the roles are reversed, although not all of them feature an injury, some of them are sickfics. There’s also a bit of twinyards bonding. Enjoy! - S

From previous posts:

Andrew gets hurt here

Andrew gets hurt & Neil worries here

People protective of Andrew here

Foxes protective of Andrew here

‘My Indelible Friend’ here

‘Something About The Sunshine’ here

‘Virus’ here

‘careful hands, mended hearts’ and ‘careful hands, mended hearts (the fever remix)’ here

‘Muscle Memory’ here

Neil carries Andrew:

‘And We’ll Be Running’ here

‘Your Heart is Safe Now’ here

‘RED, RISE, RULE’ here

clusterfuck by justdk [Rated T, 1170 words, complete, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2021]

After a freak car accident, Aaron and Andrew tell Wymack what happened

tw: car accident, tw: injuries, tw: burns

Accidents Happen by KevinsDay [Rated G, 2035 words, complete, 2020]

Andrew Minyard never gets hurt so when a mistake on his behalf, leaves him sidelined for almost a month … let’s just say he isn’t too pleased

Andrew’s unfortunate incident told through Neil’s pov

Call It What You Want by andrewminyqrd [Not Rated, 1494 words, complete, 2018]

Going after a goalie in Exy is one of the worst things you could do. One striker from an opposing team didn't quite get the memo... or he just didn't care.

tw: blood, tw: multiple injuries

Broken Hands & Bloody Noses by kayxpc [Rated G, 747 words, complete, 2017]

Abby rushed onto the court before the buzzer called time-out. She passed Neil in a flurry of red and white emergency kits, but before she could reach Andrew he had caught up with her, extending his arm to keep her back. Andrew looked up at them from where he was kneeling, arm folded against his chest, and with an unperturbed look, stood and strode past them.

Made for me by Side_effect_of_the_meds  [Rated T, 2481 words, Complete 2020]

Andrew sprains his ankle trying to impress a certain junkie :')

Wrecked by justdk [Rated T, 2673 words, complete, 2017]

He had one missed call. From Andrew. And one voicemail. With trembling fingers Neil tapped at the phone until he could hear Andrew’s voice, low and tense: “Can you come get me?”

tw: blood, tw: car accident

andreil + 69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?” by @exyjunkies [tumblr, 2018]

Neil had been at this crossword puzzle for hours. The words were starting to bleed into one another, the blue ink combining with the black borders. Not that he had anybody but himself to blame - he was off the current season’s roster because, yet again, he just had to talk himself into trouble.

tw: blood, tw: vomit

Neil tries to help a hurt Andrew by @nickyhenmick [tumblr, 2016]

Any prompt with neil (trying) helping andrew who's got badly injured?

Sickfic:

the type to drive me up the wall all night by interstellarflowers [Rated G, 3303 words, complete, 2021]

Andrew comes down with a cold, and people take care of him

Safe with Neil by Autumnalpalmetto [Rated T, 2392 words, complete, Aftg Winter Exchange 2020]

For JostenLovesMinyard on tumblr

prompt: Andreil, sick with the other looking after them, cuddling in front of a fire, snowball fights, and staying at a winter cabin.

Andrew gets sick on their first night in the cabin, and Neil takes it upon himself to nurse Andrew until he's feeling better.

On a more humorous note:

How to Seduce Your Local Superhero by Paradoxolotl [Rated M, 9861 words, complete, 2021]

"The first time, Andrew blamed Nicky. His cousin had got it into his head that King was getting too big and needed to lose weight after a visit where the beast had jumped on him from her perch on top of the fridge. While he agreed, Andrew thought King’s real problem was sneaking into the trash to chew on chicken bones. But, much to his annoyance, he couldn’t seem to solve that either. So, he had listened to Nicky ramble about leashes and how to train your cat to go on walks without more than a hard glare. Two days later Andrew was the reluctant owner of a black cat leash and harness with tiny pink skulls printed on it. King, the traitor, didn’t even kick up a fuss when Andrew put it on her. Nicky had been thrilled, and wouldn’t leave until Andrew promised him that he would use it at least once.

Which had led to King being stuck twenty feet up in a tree at their local park."

~~

Or five time King had to be saved, and one time where Andrew did too.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: scars, tw: fire