#black and brown gender

[indigenous-gender]

Nah cuz I been clockin the hatred of men as anti-Black anti-Indigenous and transphobic from day one. I’m HORRIFIED by the beliefs/attitudes and mistreatment of (trans, queer, third and cultural gender) men of color that I witness from radfems and TERFs, AND everyday (predominantly yt) queer ppl. Queer men of color and third gender men have been subjected to this abusive treatment for so long that we have become ashamed to be queer ashamed to be proud as men who are attracted to men. I shouldn’t have to hide the fact that I’m attracted to men. I shouldn’t have to feel shame for the fact that I’m attracted to men, have relationships with men, and love being with and identifying as a man. being a man of color is beautiful. Being a man does not make you evil, an abuser, or a bad person. Being a man does not have to be restricted to colonial gender binaries and constructs. We can build our own cultural, traditional masculinities and manhoods that are liberating, not oppressive. claiming that manhood and masculinity are inherently violent is race and gender essentialism.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I hate white girl selfshippers,stop telling people feminine women wanting to be sexually abused by a masculine man is 'a universal female fantasy'😭😭😭

[atinycafe]

yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

with: seunghan (riize), wooyoung (ateez), juyeon (the boyz), soobin (txt). warnings: mdni!! yandere (non-con but u have a crush on them so oh well!!), slight dacryphilia (seunghan), split play (seunghan), nipple play (wooyoung), degradation (wooyoung), sub x sub (juyeon), dry humping (juyeon), drugs (soobin), masturbation (soobin), cum eating (soobin) note: THESE MEN ARE WRECKING MEEEEE, like ateez were my ults, but omg bro. riize especially like omg omg omg. sm free my man seunghan.

bully seunghan!! soooo mean, just loves to fuck with you. pinching your cheeks a bit too hard when your eyes meet. playfully poking at your sides, making you squirm in your seat. grabbing at the skin of your thighs, watching how the flesh squeezes in between his fingers. you try your best to brush it off, aware that he's doing it all for a reaction. but despite your efforts, tears threaten at your eyeline. you refuse to let them fall, so you sniffle into your loose sleeves, your lower lip trembling. you're attempting to hide your face, but seunghan won't let you. he firmly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palm, making the tears escape. he grins widely as he pulls you closer, licking away your tears before forcing your pout open, to spit in it. he doesn't give you time to react before he delves into your mouth with his tongue. a low groan leaves his lips against your own as he pushes for more, playing with his own spit on your tongue, his fingers leaving crescent marks on your skin. he keeps toying with your swollen lips until you're breathless, shaking against him. when he finally withdraws, your eyes are wide, sparkling as you wait for his next move. and all he can do is laugh at your anticipation.

athlete wooyoung!! soooo nice to you, he's nice to anyone really. but especially you. his little cheerleader. shoots you these little smiles after his runs, eyes dipping to your shorts when you glance away, like he's low-lidded eyes savoring the sight. his gaze shifts to a teammate, and when he catches them eyeing the same thing, he tightens his jaw. with a half-smile, he beckons you over, mentioning something about grabbing hurdles from the shed reserved for sports gear. flashing your biggest grin, you skip his way, all set to lend a hand. as the door clicks shut, you're ready to lift the first hurdle you see, but wooyoung gently stops you, his hand on your wrist. confused, you lock eyes with him, only to realize he's way closer than you thought. you try to step back, but he's not having it. his grip on your wrist tightens as his other hand opens up your jacket, unzipping it. words get stuck in your throat as he bites your neck, sucking a bit hard, fingers now toying with your left nipple over your shirt. he twists and pinches hard, alternating between the two, mumbling things about you being an attention whore and how he needs to teach you to calm down. by the time he's finished with you, your neck is full of red marks and your nipples are so sensitive, it almost hurts to have your shirt brushing against them.

nerd juyeon!! soooo shy, can hardly meet your gaze during tutoring sessions. it's gotten to the point where you rest your head on your hands, palms down, attempting to catch his eyes. a slight pout graces your lips, your thighs gently brushing against his jean-covered legs. he moistens his dry lips as his gaze falls on your lovely lips, nervously twirling his mechanical pencil around his knuckles. for a brief moment, both of you lock eyes, taking a break from the calculus exercises. that is until a text notification interrupts the silence. glancing at your phone, screen visible to anyone, you only catch soobin's name before you're unexpectedly lifted, settling onto juyeon's lap, nestled between his chest and the table, a subtle pressure in the small of your back. your eyes widen in surprise, locking onto his. his brows shoot up, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of annoyance dancing behind them. a deep blush stains his face, so intense it's almost as if he didn't just plop you onto his lap. you attempt to shift away, but he pulls you back down, causing an unintentional, awkward grind against his bulge, making the both of you mewl out. juyeon can't help but guide your hips to match the rhythm he just set, harder and harder, until you're both drooling on each other's shoulder, pants just as soaked.

dealer soobin!! sooo laid back, you smoke with him for free. every friday winds down with you chilling in his car, him rolling a backwood as you sit pretty in his passenger seat. this time, though, he doesn't have his usual grinder on him, nor his papers, nor his lighter, which is.. out of character for him. but no worries, he whips out these sativa-infused gummies. he urges you to take one, fingers pushing it to your mouth before pinching your bottom lip teasingly. then three, than eight, and the world gradually eases its pace. soobin's gaze remains fixed upon you, as you recline against the headrest, emitting soft laughter at the hello kitty charm suspended from his rearview mirror. you look so pretty like that, soobin can't control himself, he just slides his hands in his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it softly to feel it come to life in his hand. he wraps his hand at the base, gazing at the apples of your cheeks that pop out from your blissful smile. his long fingers tighten around his dick, his movements growing more intense and messy as he nears his release. he finally lets himself cum, some of it shooting to your low rise jeans. you don't even react, too high out of your mind, your attention now on the mess he has in the backseat. he takes some time to catch his breath, head falling against the window, his clean hand sliding through his hair. he finally stares down at his hand, the translucent liquid sticking uncomfortably in between his fingers. he calls for you name once, watching how you slowly turn your head to look at him before he pushes two of his fingers past your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean.

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[70spunkstars]

Hobie’s a silly guy

So silly, in fact, that if he saw someone trying to flirt with you in front of him he’d immediately try to scare them off by making it blatantly obvious you’re with him because he thinks it’s funny

Inspired by a friend of mine

Tags; PDA, Petty!Hobie, suggestive, established relationship between reader and hobie, gn!reader, no physical description of reader, as always (and forever) reader is black

Just imagine you’re at some social event you dragged hobie to. He’s standing beside you, playing with his rings or your shirt just minding his business. Then he looks up. “Oh I’m actually-“ you say before being cut off by Hobie’s roaming hands.

The person in front of you looked like he owned a podcast and asked girls “where my hug at?” when he was in highschool. He probably hasn’t noticed yet, but hobie is starting to grip your ass and thighs. You shoot hobie a glare and they try not to laugh. Asshole

The dummy continues to brag about shit no normal person would be proud of thinking it’ll convince you to go on a date with him. It only throws you off and gets you excited to crush his ego when you tell him about himself.

Now, the cold hands that were occupying your hips become more bold in their movement.

Hobie was standing fully behind you and their hands are running up your stomach up towards your chest now.

You can hear hobie snickering behind you which makes you roll your eyes. “I was trying to tell you that-“ and you’re cut off by hobie again. This time he was planting sinfully slow kisses along your neck and shoulders as you watch the guy’s expression shift to disgust. Which made you a little irritated because now hobie was just playing with you.

“What the love of my life has been trying to tell you,” Hobie finally lifts their head and gives a lazy smile (that is covering laughter) to the person in front of you both. “Is that they’re ringed already”

“Bruh I wanted to say it.”

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I feel like this might be a little OOC but my friend put the idea in my head and it was too fuckin funny not to write bruh 😭

[princessefemmelesbian]

Transandrophobia truthers are so damn racist and white oh my fucking god y'all actually piss me the fuck off every time you tokenize Black and brown men for your stupid as fuck "mra but make it trans-inclusive" ideology created by a creepy guy with a corrective rape fetish(something I'll never let up on for as long as I live, btw). If I ever see another one of y'all say "Black and brown men face discrimination because they're seen as overly masculine and that's why masculinity in men is oppressed in this society" I will literally kill myself. Stop using Black and brown men as brownie points for your bullshit arguments about misandry being real when you don't have the slightest idea how racialized oppression works. White boys are so annoying and dumb istfg.

@punkeropercyjackson @punknicodiangelo @pinkpinkstarlet

[httpsjeonglvr]

I love you’re writing!!

Can you please do another Hobie Brown x plus size reader. Maybe where she’s a spider person too and Miguel or someone gives her crap about her size and it unlocks some old insecurities and Hobie helps her feel better and he’s super protective of his girl.

I know this is kind of similar to you last one so if not that’s okay 🫶

Of course i love writing your guys request.

You had joined the spider people later then everyone but you and Hobie had an immediate connection and that connection turned into something more. You we’re currently on a mission but you we’re behind everyone since you had weighed more than others and also had asthma.

Miguel had obviously caught onto this and groaned pulling you aside followed by Hindi who wanted to make he didn’t try anything with his girl. You watched as Miguel had his usual frown on his face before he rubbed hie face.

“You know Y/N I think maybe you should take a break from being a spider person.”

The statement caught you and Hobie off guard as he watched your face mold into a frown and you crossed your arms. He loved when you did that because it pushed your breast up.

“Why not? Did I do something wrong?”

Your voice was firm as you walked up to him as he raised his hands. You stood in front of him with a glare as you nodded him staring at your stomach.

“Because your slower than the others and it’s slowing us down!” Miguel didn’t want his words to come out as harsh but he was tired of getting to the scene late because you had a hard time keeping up with the rest.

“What are you trying to say asshole?” You pushed him as he grabbed onto your wrists anger took over his body. “I’m saying you’re not fit enough for this job”

Your body froze once you processed his words and you shook your head before punching him straight in his face and walking away leaving the group confused and an angered Hobie who started to yell at Miguel almost resulting in a psychical fight.

When you got home you slammed your door leaving it hanging off the hinge and yelled as you ripped off your spider suit throwing it in the trash as you laid on your bed curled in fetal position.

When Hobie came back home with a black eye, he noticed your torn spider suit and hurried to your shared bedroom noticing you crying,he silently took of his shoes and laid behind you wrapping his arms around your waist kissing your shoulder.

“Baby don’t mind that asshole he doesn’t know what he’s talking about”

You just nodded turning to face him and he place a kiss on your lips as he massaged your butt which always brought you comfort. You hadn’t felt insecure in a while but the words your boss said brought you back to dark times when you wouldn’t eat just so you could loose weight but ended up in the hospital. Hobie was always there for you to bring you out that dark place.

THE NEXT DAY you and Hobie decided to stay in bed where he spent the day praising you so everything you did even if it was as simple as eating. You had told him to go back to work because you didn’t want him to stop working. Miguel had come to you personally apologizing and begged for you to come back which you only did because he said Pav was a sad mess without you and refused to work until you came back.

Miguel had never said anything about your weight again and left you and Hobie’s alone so he could get one of his best fighters back to the team.

[misqnon]

SWITCH !

from the 17th anniversary colorspread below

[sucka4pain]

♥︎~𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒~♥︎

Warning!!! These are YANDERE head canons and are going to be dark! Also working on requests! So if you requested don’t worry I’m working on them!!

Hobie is definitely one of the smartest and intelligent yanderes in the spider verse. I wouldn’t necessarily say that he’s the jealous type because let’s be real, it’s HOBIE we’re talking about here. He’s confident and cocky about himself and getting what he wants. He doesn’t have to worry about being jealous of someone who’s trying to get with you because this man will literally walk up to you and say

“ya’ know mate, they’re ‘lready taken.”

Of course this would happen if you’re a spider person. But if you’re a civilian, he will come to your universe and tell you how your life is in danger, that he’s come to get you away to protect you. He’ll then have you brought to headquarters and have you stay in his room and will not let you leave or go anywhere without him.

Basically he will isolate you in his room until he comes back, but of course he has someone he trusts be with you so you aren’t alone. For example, he’ll have Gwen or Patvir with you, the only two people he trusts enough to have with you when he’s gone.

But he does allow you to go out, he’s gonna be with you no matter what. Where ever you’re going to he’s right there with you. If someone decides to flirt with you in front of him, he will just laugh. He finds it funny how much the person gets mad and continues to try.

“That’s really funny mate, but ya’ know they’re taken so no point innit’ huh?”

But the second the person who’s flirting with you try’s to touch you, he’s pushing them back hard and pulling you by the waist so you’re closely next to him.

“Evea’ been told to not touch what’s not yours or ya’ need me to teach ya’ hm?”

His voice drops as he stared down at the person, scaring them away. He kept his arm around your waist the rest of the day and cuddles you tightly when you guys get back to his room.

Let’s talk about his jealousy. Although he doesn’t really get jealous because he knows that he can easily have you with no problem and he’s confident about it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be dating Hobie? But when he DOES get jealous, it’s pretty scary I’ll say.

You know those Makima fan arts where her eyes are blight glowing while her body looks like a shadow? Now imagine that but with Hobie when you try to hide from him….I’d off myself cause that’ll be really terrifying.

You’re hiding somewhere in his room, your hand covering your mouth to keep a peep out from coming out. Your body was shaking from fear as you heard a guitar strumming in the distance and Hobie’s voice spoke in almost a taunting tone.

“C’mon love, don’t hide from me~ I know where you are~!”

He went silent before his footsteps could be heard going father away. You removed your hands from your mouth and sighed.

“Gotcha~”

He said from behind you. You turned around to see his shadow like figure as his eyes glowed while he stared down at you. The fear in your eyes made him smile as he stabbed something in your neck, making you pass out.

I believe he has a little thing for chasing you while you’re trying to get away from him. It makes him feel more possessive and makes him think of more ways to keep you with him so never get away from him.

2023-2024©𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚4𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧-- 𝐃𝗼 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝗺 𝗼𝐫 𝐜𝗼𝐩𝐲 𝗺𝐲 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐤-- 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝!!

[vodrae]

Zatana being drunk, Jason and Steph swap bodies.

Jay!Steph : Why everything's bigger ?

Steph!Jay : Why everything's so low ?

MUTUAL SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER

Steph!Jay : Oh my you're so smol ! *Lifting Damian like a cat. Kitty not happy* WHY AM I SO SMALL ?

Jay!Steph : How can you live with so much HAIR ?!

Dick : So do I have a new sister or a new brother ?

Duke : It's the most normal thing that happened this week *sigh*.

Bruce : Blonde suits you, chum.

Alfred : I guess we need to swap room's decoration promptely.

Barbara : Is it a man in the bird of preys if it's Steph ?

Tim : I refuse to call someone in Jason's body my ex.

Steph!Jay : I can lift the car !

Jay!Steph : I fit in doors !

Both : Awesome !

Artemis and Cass : You are NOT staying like that !

[indigenous-gender]

If you were wondering why many lesbians of color are fighting back against identity policing and rightfully calling it out as white supremacy, it is because this rhetoric is dangerous, harmful, and antithetical to our liberation. Invalidating lesbian manhood is rooted in antiBlackness and antiIndigeneity. Excluding lesbians of color for our race and culture is colonization in action. Excluding trans lesbians of color for our cultural gender and sexuality and for being trans in a way that subverts colonial gender systems is racist and transphobic. here is a fantastic article that talks about African gender and sexuality and highlights the existence of male lesbians or lesbian men. As an Indigenous person of triracial descent, I am proud of my Indigenous cultural gender and sexuality, and I will not allow white supremacists and queer assimilationists to erasure the history and cultures of my ancestors. Male lesbians and lesbian men are STILL HERE. We are proudly Black, Brown, and Indigenous! This is our tradition!

https://africasacountry.com/2014/03/africa-has-always-been-more-queer-than-generally-acknowledged

[punkeropercyjackson]

Stephanie Brown:

Is poor

Has an abusive dad who was also a supervillain and that led to her becoming a superhero to spoil his plans but she focused a lot on helping out other less fortunate people in addition to fighting crime

Did badly often in school despite her extreme intellegence

Has anger issues and violent tendencies that manifest in her getting extra brutal in fights and being lowkey mean in general but she almost entierly directs it to people who deserve it

Is emotionally intense with ways of showing friendship that her classmates found offputting and that led to her being isolated from them and having almost no friends

Listens to Metallica

Took Tim Drake on a date to a shitty basement party with a bunch of alt teens

Was willing to kill at 14,including her own dad and only changed that because Bruce Wayne convinced her too

Loved Cassandra Cain romantically in a gritty dark future Batman run,has been Batwoman in two which is a mantle that has been held exclusively by a Kate Kane who is a butch lesbian and has shown multiple hints of being bi in the main timelines

Yelled and screamed at and even assaulted grown ass adults in her teen years for treating her badly with no fear and this stays into her adulthood

Grew up to be a Team Mom by at least her Batgirl days and the targets of her mothering were a biracial boy(Damian Wayne),two darkskin black girls(Nell Little and Tiffany Fox),a japanese girl(Maps Mizoguchi)and MANY other unnamed kids we see her being implied to care for

Presents super femininely but in a way that most guys in-universe find bad instead of attractive and she dosen't care about this because she dosen't want normies

Is a literature nerd,an artist,a gamer,a pianist AND a gymnist

Makes her own superhero gear

Uses optimism for a better world and trauma fueled spite as her motivation for heroism

Got treated like shit by almost everyone as a kid but we see this explicitly in her hero days with how much Bruce puts her down because she wasn't good enough for him

Does activism even outside of hero work

Is canonically pastel punk and accidentally autistic-coded and genuinely a real weirdgirl,not a fucking 'basic white girl' or a queen bee just because she's blonde and blue eyed and it's worth noting she's also been described as flat-chested as a jab but it not working because she loves her looks perfectly and that she's never shown any particular liking for being blonde and seeing as she got her hair from her dad,this is completely valid

She's Stephanie Brown,not Stacie White.Stop.Making.Her.Only.Trait.Her.Gender.Babygirl deserves better

[moralesmilesanhour]

my neighbor's a punk

summary: you move into a new apartment with a noisy neighbor. inspired by this prompt list! wc: 922 A/N: just wrote this for some practice. I'm getting better at writing longer drabbles, I think! As always feel free to reblog and leave your reactions in the tags or comments. As of the date this is being posted, my requests are also open! (pls check my pinned beforehand)

You had never seen a garden so beautiful.

Vibrant blossoms of yellow and orange greeted you as you hauled two medium-sized boxes carrying the last of your things through the entrance of your new apartment. Their fragrance wafted through the humid summer air, delighting you and confirming that they were, in fact, real. But for the past couple of days that you had been in the process of moving in, you’d never once spotted a gardener or seen the sprinklers turn on. Curious.

The modest apartment had only a couch to occupy the living room, which was currently still dotted with cardboard boxes. A freshly-ironed shirt and work pants lay neatly folded on top of one. You stepped over a few to get to the kitchen, where various unopened appliances were strewn about the counter. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you made a note to finally put everything away in the cupboards tomorrow evening after work.

No TV meant your only sources of entertainment for the time being were your phone and your laptop. It was now evening, and you were slouched on your sofa in the midst of a harrowing ‘Game of Thrones’ episode when a violent guitar riff ripped through the air and made you jump.

These thin-ass walls…

Whoever was playing (very well, you might add) seemed to be next door, so it didn’t take long to follow the sound to the correct number. You knocked impatiently and rang the doorbell too, for good measure. It took a minute for the music to come to a halt before the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door and you heard it unlock.

Once the door creaked open, you weren’t sure where to look first.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the array of piercings on your neighbor’s face and dangling from his ears, the wicks styled to shoot out from his head like an explosion, and his bright red plaid pants before landing on a pair of large eyes set deeply within a dark, angular face.

Judging by the way his pierced brow quirked up in amusement, you weren’t the first to give him a weird look, and wouldn’t be the last.

You remembered how to speak.

“Oh, um- hey,” you began, “I live next door, and I heard you playing–”

The young man’s face lights up and he interrupts, “Oh, d’you like it? It’s a song I’ve been workin’ on for the past few weeks. Finally got the bridge down.”

You blinked. 

“I mean…it’s not bad. It’s great, even, but–”

“Say, I haven’t seen you around before,” he pointed. “You new here?”

The man spoke with a strong Cockney accent, you noticed, with a tinge of something else that made a couple of vowels run together.

“...Yes, I moved in two days ago,” you sighed. “Now that that’s out of the way, I was about to ask if you could maybe play a lil’ quieter? You’re very loud.”

The realization seemed to dawn on him that you weren’t here to applaud his sick guitar riffs, and he winced. You almost felt bad for disappointing him, but you had a show to binge.

“Ah shit, my fault. Got too used to playing on full volume after the last neighbor moved out,” With a hand placed over his chest, he promised, “Won’t happen again.”

You nodded with a tight smile. 

“Thanks. Goodnight,” you said as you turned to leave.

The next few days were quieter, though you could still hear the neighbor’s guitar through the walls at a much more manageable volume. Sometimes you would hear the man humming to himself in his baritone voice. Eventually, you were so used to it that you found yourself falling asleep to the sound.

One Saturday morning, though, you awoke to the peculiar sound of silence. Normally by now you’d be hearing the first few chords of…whatever the guy was working on, then he’d reach the end by mid-afternoon. Part of you wanted to check up on him, but reason held you back; you’d only spoken to him once. Maybe he was just taking an off day.

Unable to return to sleep, you decided to shower and take a walk outside while the air was still comfortably cool.

As soon as the early morning sun hit your face, a familiar head of hair came into view.

There stood your neighbor–band t-shirt and all–in the garden in front of the apartment. Watering the flowers.

Mystery solved.

“So you’re the reason the plants haven’t died yet,” you laughed, causing his head to snap up.

He grinned, and lifted his watering can proudly. “Sure am. Bring some color into the place.”

“I thought it was awful quiet around here,” you remarked. You toyed with the hem of your t-shirt. “How’s the, uh…song going?”

Something between delight and surprise graced his features and made him look boyish. 

He smiled, revealing a crooked front tooth as he replied, “Almost done with it, actually.”

There was silence for a beat, and the both of you shifted awkwardly where you stood. 

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. 

“Mind playing it for me when you’re done?”

The tall man seemed about ready to run laps around the block at the suggestion.

Quickly setting his watering can down, he replied, “Thought you’d never ask, mate!”

He jogged his way around the perimeter of the garden and over to you. “Can I get your name while we’re at it?”

“Y/N.” You stuck out your hand, and he shook it.

“Hobie.”

[outlying-hyppocrate]

beautiful women love me for my tortured behaviors and malnourished physique

[freeby]

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[izzywantscheesecake]

sick day-hobie brown

Today was a bad day.

You thought you had gotten rid of your sickness for good yesterday, but that was just the appetizer in the huge buffet of nausea your body was preparing especially for you.

You had begged your parents a second time to let you stay home from school, and they let you, albeit slightly skeptical about how sick you claimed to be. You hoped whatever was in you would disappear by the next day, because they told you after today they wouldn’t let you commit truancy any longer.

Nobody was in the house with you, everyone you lived with had work and their own personal things to deal with, so you had to treat yourself.

You stayed in bed all morning, not getting anything done and occasionally using your energy to get up and use the bathroom or go to the kitchen.

It hadn’t even hit you how much time had passed before it was around 3, the usual time your school ended. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, annoyed about how lazy you’ve been all day even though it really wasn’t your fault.

Succumbing to your low energy, you began to feel your eyelids droop and your body relax. Just before everything went black, a sudden banging at your window caused you to jolt awake.

You shifted up in your bed, thinking the source of the noise might’ve been a squirrel or a pigeon, but a tall silhouette standing by your balcony told you otherwise.

Slowly pulling yourself out of the sheets, you walked towards your window, eyes beginning to sparkle once you recognized what was standing there.

It was your friend, Hobie Brown, from 6th form. He still had his uniform on, indicating he came to your house immediately after school ended, and he was holding about three bags, evenly spread out on each arm.

You unlocked your window, giving him access to your room, and he stepped in, his boots gruffly making contact with your wood tiled floor.

“Hey, Y/N. A little birdie told me you were feeling a bit iffy this week.”

“A bit? I’ve been bedridden all day. I only just got up to let you in,” You replied, swiftly pulling yourself under the warm sheets of your bed again.

Hobie examined you for a few seconds, before letting out a snort.

“Man, you look terrible. But not to fear, Hobie is here. And he’s brought you a whole lot of sacred scroll texts from the lost city of Atlantis.”

Hobie placed the first bag down, and took out a purple folder, which he then handed to you in a mock regal manner.

You opened the folder, and saw exactly what you expected to see in there. Three worksheets of linear algebra, and a packet containing some Shakespeare text with short response questions.

“Wow, thanks. My maths and literature homework.”

“I know, I’m amazing, right? Tell me why when I went to collect your work from maths, the teacher said she didn’t even think I attended school anymore.”

“Well, that lady’s always been quite senile. But then again, you’re constantly skiving so I also can’t blame her for thinking that. What’s in the other bags?”

“Some gifts.”

He opened the second bag, and you were delighted to see a pack of Cadbury chocolate bars, accompanied with a teddy bear and other various confectionaries.

Just as you were about to go all in, he stopped you.

“Wait. Have you eaten any real food all day?”

“No.. I’ve just been laying here.”

“I thought so.”

He opened the third and final bag, which was chicken broth, some spices, and a pack of noodles.

“Why did you..”

“I’m going to make you soup, silly. Consider me your private nurse.”

“You have too much free time. I’ll be fine, just go home.”

“Mmm, no. Any road, direct me to your kitchen. I’ve only ever seen your room.”

“It’s down the hall to the left. But I can show you, just follow m-”

You made a few attempts to stand up, and every time you did, Hobie would just gently shove you back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh. You stay here, let me take care of you.”

Eventually, you realized it was no use trying to fight him and you felt yourself sinking deeper down into the bed as you listened to him cook in the kitchen, humming some tune you’ve never heard of.

After maybe 30 minutes, Hobie re-entered your room with a tray of soup accompanied by tea. Also on the tray was a thermometer you assumed he must’ve stolen from your bathroom.

He gently placed the tray of food down, grabbing the thermometer and setting it closer to your lips.

“Okay, now open your mouth.”

“You’re serious about this nurse thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now say, aaah,” He replied.

You opened your mouth and closed it once the thermometer was in. The both of you waited about a minute, before Hobie pulled it out of your mouth and examined the temperature.

“Holy shit, 38 degrees celsius. You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shrugged as he put the thermometer down on your bedside table and picked up the tray of food, placing it gently in front of you.

“Start eating this while I get you a warm towel.”

The broth of the soup was better than expected, probably because Hobie also added additional seasoning. The tea was also good, you could taste a hint of honey which was helpful for your sore throat.

Hobie came back with the warm towel and placed it on your forehead to relieve congestion.

For the next hour, the two of you sat together, laughing and joking. Hobie told you about the latest drama at school that you’ve missed, and also talked about things he did over the weekend.

It was a very simple conversation, but you enjoyed it a lot, Hobie really had a way of making uninteresting things interesting.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway, and immediately snapped your head up to check the time on the clock.

It read, “16:46.”

“Hobie, you gotta get out of here. My parents didn’t want anyone to show up to the house today.”

He quickly nodded, cleaning up as much as he could before unlocking the window. Before he jumped out, he gave you a glance.

“And don’t forget, that’ll be £150.”

You scoffed jokingly. “I said, get out of here.”

He smirked, before jumping out the window and taking off down the street.

As soon as Hobie was out of the picture, you heard your room door open, and your parents walked in.

They questioned the soup and tea on the counter in the kitchen, and you told them you had started to feel better, and made it for yourself.

Today might’ve actually been a good day.

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A lineup of all the "The Fillyjonk"s throughout the books (plus Mrs. Fillyjonk herself from the comics)

For the love of Booble stop mixing them up and thinking they're the same character it drives me insane.