#Squirrel Silhouette

[mudwerks]

(via Incredible Winners of the 2024 British Wildlife Photography Awards)

“Ocean Drifter” by Ryan Stalker. British Wildlife Photographer of the Year 2024

“Squirrel Silhouette” by Rosamund Macfarlane. Runner-up, Black & White

#Ocean Drifter #Ryan Stalker #ball and barnacles #Squirrel Silhouette #Rosamund Macfarlane #2024 British Wildlife Photography Awards

[sallytwo]

... The poem may be an elegy for childhood losses.

(On Dream Song 29, Thomas Travisano)

#myart #hollyleaf #power of three #warrior cats #MY MAGNUM OPUS!!! #AUGHHHHHRHGHHHHHHH #GUYS. DREAM SONG 29. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD #okay here are all the details: ‘if he had a hundred years’ with the mountains is supposed to bring to mind the ancients #everyone is supposed to be faceless except for holly. on the second pace the bottom 3 silhouettes are leaf crow and squirrel #and their eyes are white with colored iris to look even MORE uncanny. the fire cuts across holly’s throat foreshadowing her death #the entire second page with the fire is showing how this once event has completly collapsed her life it’s everywhere she can’t escape it #lightning on 3rd page also represents the storm. and the fact that holly was scared of storms after the fire with is so :( #i also imagine holly used to be a lot lighter gray as a kit/paw with tabby markings. just personal hc #ashfur killing scene again you don’t see the action you don’t even see her face just the aftermath. she wasnt there it didnt happen. etc #the leaf has the tufts of her fur that were in his claws from the fight the only ‘evidence’ of it happening. #and the last two shots show her alone in the tunnel dreaming of her family (squirrel bramble fire sand leaf and lion and jay) #vs lion and jay. and the prophecy. who don’t even stop to grieve her because they’ve found the 3rd cat. nobody is ever missing

[tim-dennis]

Silhouetted Grey Squirrel

#squirrel #grey squirrel #mammal #silhouette #tim dennis #canon #photography #lensblr #tim dennis.tumblr #70d #canon 70d #original photographers #pws #silhouettes #animal #nature #wildlife

[tradefx09]

Squirrel Series continued

#redbubble #squirrel #mammal #logo #animal #creative #bigtail #cartoon #silhouette #orange #handpainted #cute #decorativepattern

[alcnfr]

Squirrelhouettes on a bright Morning...

#nature #nature photography #squirrel #wildlife photography #gray squirrel #backyard nature #squirrels #silhouettes

[todays-xkcd]

Thank you for the loveliest evening I've ever had...' [normal] '...east of the Mississippi.' [instant intrigue!]

Geographic Qualifiers [Explained]

Transcript

[The scene in this comic is shown from afar and drawn in black silhouette on a white background. It depicts a huge statue of a squirrel standing on a skateboard, which is on a pedestal. Below and in front of the statue there are two Cueball-like guys. The Cueball on the left is pointing at the statue and speaking to his friend on the right who has a thought bubble above him.] Cueball: At over 40 feet, it's the tallest statue of a skateboarding squirrel in the Northern Hemisphere. Friend [thinking]: ...Wait, who in the heck...Brazil? South Africa? Australia? Squirrels aren't even native there...

[Caption below the panel:] I love the instant mystery created by qualifiers like "east of the Mississippi" or "in the Northern Hemisphere."

#xkcd #xkcd 2901 #geographic qualifiers #webcomics #location

[acorviart]

flat stanley the squirrel

cw for readmore: explicit details about roadkill

there's a dead squirrel outside that must've been run over and is incredibly flat. literally paper-thin and mummified. never seen such a flat squirrel. named him Flat Stanley and gave him little memorial leaves bc he keeps getting shoved around by cars. you can see Flat Stanley's skull and ribs incredibly clearly and it kinda looks like one of those black and white skeleton silhouettes from textbooks but irl and in the middle of the road. I have many pics of the flat lad that I will not subject your eyes to

#squirrel #skeleton #wibblies #illustration #cw roadkill #cw body horror #acorviart

[ullli23]

squirrelcontent 2

nach squirrels overload und Squirrels! (schon wieder) könnte es auch squirrelcontent 4 heißen. tut es aber nicht.

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#allgäu #eichhörnchen #silhouette #squirrel #wald

[sidediyr]

Even easier than the wood Charlie Brown character gifts for mom from my last post, make silhouette animal lawn ornaments following the same steps as my last post.

#mother's day gift #side hustle #diy #animals #squirrel #fox #silhouette #wildlife #mom #crafts to give mom

[bananafire11]

Squirrels, Squirrels, and More Squirrels

Summary: Daryl leaves reader squirrels as his way of affection. Set in season 1 sometime before Rick's appearance. TW: Squirrels being dead but otherwise, none!

Squirrels, squirrels, and more squirrels.

Squirrels outside your tent. Squirrels left by your laundry. Squirrels set in your designated place by the fire. Squirrels everywhere. At first you’d thought it was a coincidence. But soon enough there were simply too many to be a coincidence. Honestly, it hadn't taken you long to figure out who this squirrel culprit was. It was quite easy actually.

________________________

Actually catching the squirrel culprit, however, was proving to be notoriously difficult. He was sneaky, you’d give him that. It was like he moved with the wind, gone before you even realized he was there in the first place, slipping right through your fingers. But not tonight. Not tonight. You lie in wait inside of your tent, waiting for the soft crunch of fallen leaves or the silhouette of a certain redneck painting your tent walls. Tonight you’d catch him in the act. You would.

Just by the time your back was starting to ache from sitting in that same rigid position and your eyelids were threatening to slip shut with every passing second, the faintest of footfalls caught your attention. Your eyes popped open, alert. Just as you’d hoped, the dark shadow of the hunter passed over your ugly beige tent walls. A soft thud right outside the opening and the shadow melted away. You pulled yourself up and yanked the zipper open with newfound strength from your tired limbs. Now, you hadn’t actually thought through how it would go once you successfully caught him in the act. Daryl stared at you with wide blue eyes, looking reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights. A string of fresh squirrels hung from his belt, dangling low by his knee and his crossbow slung over his shoulder. The moonlight spilling in through the trees littered his cheeks and bare shoulders in a soft glow, giving him an air of gentleness that wasn’t normally present in the snarky man.

Your eyes flickered to your tent entrance, and sure enough, there sat a dead squirrel. Clean with only the small splattering of blood by its neck where you assumed one of his bolts had pierced. You bent over and grabbed it by the tail, the body falling limp as you held it before you. “Care to explain the sudden influx of dead vermin?” Your tone was a light tease, not wanting to scare the man away. No, that was the last thing you wanted. His throat bobbed and his nose twitched as he squinted at you, steely blue rolling over you in contemplation for an answer. His lips quirked to the side as his fingers played with the strap of his crossbow. “Jus’ help’n ya out,” came the coarse reply. He rolled his shoulders, unoccupied hand now rolling the hem of his blood-stained tank top between his index and thumb. Nervous.

Your head cocked to the side, resting your hand on your hip, “and how is that?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes in a dismissing fashion, “Y’ c’n hardly catch anythin’, so’s I’m doin’ it fer ya.” Your lips involuntarily formed a smile at his poor cover-up. While it was definitely supposed to piss you off, dismissing you as unworthy of catching your own food, your heart did a skip in your chest. He wasn’t completely wrong, you were much better suited for cooking and serving what he caught rather than doing the hunting yourself. It was something you never figured you’d need to learn how to do. “Hmph, I dunno if I should be offended or flattered,” you quipped. “S’pose I can find some use for these.” Daryl’s gaze snapped back to yours, brows pinching, “Really?” You nodded, “Yeah,” you flipped the tawny squirrel over in your fingers, “food, first off.” He returned the nod, teeth chewing at his bottom lip, “I mean, ‘course ya can,” he huffed and it almost sounded like a compliment. Hell, from him, it probably was. Silence fell between you two and you and you glanced back at your tent. Your not-so-comfortable sleeping bag inside was calling for you. “Well, I’mma get some hours of sleep in before mornin,” you murmured. You reached for the zipper, peering at him over your shoulder, “G’night, Daryl.” The redneck blinked at you before he fixed his posture and headed towards his own tent, “Mm, night,” ________________________

And when he’d found a steaming hot bowl of soup by his tent for him the following morning, he knew exactly who’d left it there.

#daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #twd daryl #twd #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #season 1 daryl

[wolken-himmel]

In which Crewel and Crowley turn into a dog and a crow respectively.

Thus poor (Y/n), who has to take care of them now, gets two overbearing bodyguards.

Idea by anon.

"Headmaster Crowley should be banned from the laboratories!"

Your face was as red as a tomato as you stood in the middle of an alchemy classroom, still surrounded by a sheen smoke that slowly escaped through the windows. The disappearing mist revealed the silhouettes of two animals — a dog and a crow; in their place, your two bickering professors had stood just a few moments prior.

Grim shared the blank panic written all over your face. "Oh, woe is us, henchhuman!" he cried out and clung to your sleeve once the dog started trotting towards the two of you. The crow, too, took off, only to land on top of your head happily. Once Grim had made sure that he was safe, he exhaled and patted your hand comfortingly. "But fret not, you can do this. Sorry, I'm not good with consoling people when I'm hungry..."

You nodded slowly, the anger on your face slowly morphing into acceptance when the dalmatian rubbed his snout into your other palm. The way his shimmering eyes bore into yours gave you courage that you didn't think you could muster. "Yeah, I can do this..." you muttered under your breath while gently petting the dog. "I already have you as a pet, Grim. How worse can these two be?" An ironic chuckle escaped your lips.

"Hey! I'm not a pet!" Grim yelled, offended. "You got it all wrong. You are my servant, (Y/n)."

Doing your best to ignore him and his shrill voice, you turned away and grabbed the crow from your head that was in the process of building a nest up there. The black-feathered bird let out a playful caw as you stared him down in concentration. "Hmm... you're both adults... you, Headmaster Crowley, not so much..." The crow cried out in disagreement when your gaze shifted to the dog. "But hey, Professor Crewel will be easy to manage, right?"

Sadly for you, you couldn't have been more wrong.

°°°

"Professor, leave poor Ace be!" you screamed out at the top of your lungs while doing your best to hold onto the leather leash.

The dog bound to the leash wouldn't stop his attempts of attacking Ace, who by then had scurried over to a tree and climbed it with the grace of a squirrel. His eyes were wide in horror, and his face contorted into a grimace whenever the dalmatian began barking.

"By the Great Seven, get ahold of your vicious dog, (Y/n)!" Ace yelled out in panic. "What if it has rabies?"

That caused the anger of the dog to worsen again after you had managed to calm him down with head-rubs. As stubborn as he was in the beginning, the dog ripped the leash right out of your hand and sprinted towards the tree. Ace let out a frightened shriek, but luckily was able to pull his leg up just in time to avoid being bitten or grabbed.

Only when you threw yourself on the dog and tightly wrapped your arms around him in a calming embrace did he actually grow quiet again. Once that was dealt with, you turned your attention to your frightened friend. "Excuse me? Of course Professor Crewel—" Your cheeks grew red as you caught yourself about to reveal something you shouldn't. "I mean..." you corrected yourself, "Crewie is as healthy as he could be."

"Crewie?" Ace raised an eyebrow as he climbed down again. "You named your dalmatian after our stinky alchemy professor?"

At once, the dog began barking and growling again.

Your hand frantically ran up and down the dalmatian's neck in order to prevent a bloody accident from happening. "W-Watch out what you're saying, Ace!" you cried out in frustration.

"Why? The dog doesn't understand me, anyway..."

Right then and there, another figure approached the three of you. You craned your neck in order to look past Ace; that way, you found Deuce coming closer towards you. Your heart fell in horror, not wanting another friend of yours to be potentially at risk.

"Oh, hello (Y/n). I've been searching for you," Deuce said shyly and shot you an awkward wave. You returned the gesture with a nervous smile while clutching onto the aggressive dog for dear life. Deuce opened his mouth, about to say something, but stopped in the middle of his sentence. His eyes trained on your hair, he tilted his head to the side. "But wait, you got a leaf stuck in your hair."

"Really?" you asked while frantically running your hand through your hair. "Uh, autumn strikes again..."

"Let me remove it for you—" Deuce offered and stepped closer.

You could feel the dog growing angry again the closer your friend came towards the two of you. It was then that you realised the reason for the dog's aggressiveness.

Just like his human-self, Crewel was trying to protect you from boys...

Gulping down the fear that dried out your throat, you carefully began, "Uh... I'm not sure—" Sadly, you were interrupted when, in a moment of surprise, the dog shook you off and leapt at your blue-haired friend.

Promptly, Deuce fell onto his bum with the dog on top of him, the animal busy swinging his paws at the student. Luckily, no claws were involved, and it seemed like the dog merely pulled this stunt as a warning.

"What?" Ace yelled out in anger. "Get your aggressive dog off of Deuce!"

A frustrated frown on your face, you jumped forward and grabbed the dog by his collar. "I'm so sorry, Deuce..." you cried out while detaining the dog. As Ace helped Deuce to his feet again, you turned your attention to the dalmatian and shot him a reprimanding glare. "What's gotten into you, Crewie..."

And indeed, the disappointment in your eyes made the dog shrink into itself in shame. A soft whimper escaped his maw.

"Uh Deuce, is that your food over there?" Ace asked nervously while dusting the dry soil off the victim's jacket. The red-head's gaze drifted over to the bench where a bento box lay, but his friend seemed too deep in thought to notice.

Deuce smiled proudly, already having forgotten about the assault just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, I made it with Trey today. I brought a few leftovers for (Y/n)," he explained while fidgeting with his hands.

Your stern eyes softened at his words. "Oh, you're such a darling, Deuce..."

The dalmatian narrowed his eyes, but didn't act upon the anger that overwhelmed him.

Deuce shyly averted his gaze from yours, an awkward smile appearing on his face as he did so. "W-Well, if you say so..." he trailed off with a red face.

"Uhm..." Ace interrupted the sweet moment. "I think you should know that a crow is eating your food right about now."

Deuce snapped around at once. "What!?" And indeed, the food he had spent hours preparing sat sprawled out all over the bench, a certain crow picking at the food with his beak. Deuce's eyes fell in sadness, and he could barely stutter out, "But I spent so much time and effort on this..."

"Crowie, bad crow!" you yelled, which startled the bird. His golden eyes bore into yours sheepishly, and he immediately flew over to you. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" He rubbed his head into your palm innocently, crooning soft and ingenuine apologise.

Ace raised an eyebrow. "Your pets' names are overwhelmingly creative, (Y/n)."

"I... I... So it was all for nothing?" Deuce was at the end of his wits. His face grew red in fury, and his hands turned into fists. A low growl escaped his lips as he glared at the crow on your shoulder. By then, he looked just the dog in your arms in terms of anger and aggressiveness.

Your smile adopting a nervous twinge, you exclaimed, "Oh, Deuce... don't be sad— or angry, please." His eyes turned to you, and you mustered the most grateful smile you could. "I appreciate the gesture, I really do..."

You rose to your feet, now that the dog was busy fighting and arguing with the crow. As they cawed and barked at one another, you walked over to Deuce and put a hand on his shoulder, tightly squeezing it.

His tense body loosened up at your words, and his anger turned into disappointment. "I just wanted to cheer you up. You've been so stressed out all day."

"You did cheer me up." Instinctively, you shot forward and wrapped your arms around him. He tensed, and his head looked like it was about to explode. "It worked, Deuce," you murmured and put your head on his shoulder.

Sadly for you, the adorable moment was destroyed when Deuce was ripped away from you rather harshly. The wind was knocked out of your lungs, and upon second glance, you realised that the dog had assaulted the poor boy again — and this time, the crow joined in as well.

Your eyes grew large: Crewel and Crowley working together for once? What a miracle. Yet, you rolled your eyes upon realising that it was for the sake of protecting you from boys; such overprotective parental figures they were... The thought caused your lips to pull up into an amused smile.

It took Ace's yelling and screaming to snap you out of your trance. "Get that crow and dog off my buddy, (Y/n)!"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst x you #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #divus crewel #twst divus crewel #twisted wonderland crewel #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twisted wonderland crowley #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #gender neutral reader

[cultofdixon]

That growling wasn’t a walker

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • You can handle just one walker…or a few…or really, yeah. Daryl is in for a surprise • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Minor Injuries / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“It’s getting late, should set up camp somewhere”

“Go ahead and set it up” Y/N handed Daryl the few squirrels and one rabbit she caught, earning a confused look from the man. “Heard some walkers. Gonna take them out before setting up our trigger lines”

“Smart…just be safe okay?” Daryl reminds his partner always as she gave him a smile bringing herself close enough for him to meet half way for their lips to touch. “Don’t make me have to come after yea” a hint of a smirk peaked out when Y/N playfully smacked him in the chest before heading toward the low growling she heard.

Y/N went a bit further than she expected from where she was with Daryl. The sound grew louder so she half expected to deal with at least a handful of walkers. Nothing she can’t handle. She was starting to hear a different tone with the growling that it started to come off as animalistic.

“Hm…” Y/N kept her gun holstered and readied her hunting axe when it came to the bigger animals.

And boy. Wait til Daryl heard about this

She’s been gone a minute Daryl thought as he finished the fire and half the trigger lines, keeping the direction she went off to open so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself. It’s happened. He’s learned his lesson.

Footsteps started to come clear and they were heavier than normal if they were Y/N’s. He knows it’s wrong but to be safe he readied his crossbow and soon enough her silhouette came clear. Daryl instantly glued his gaze to the amount of blood on her and tried not to think too hard about it.

“Rough kill?”

“Something like that—-Hey Daryl, have you ever like eaten a grizzly bear?”

That made him look up at her confused stopping himself from making a makeshift grill.

“Nah, be crazy to hunt a bear”

Y/N crouched down a bit to his level as Daryl got a clearer look at the blood on her noticing it was fresh and part of his mind went to she got hurt.

“Would you…say they’re edible though? Never heard somebody eat a bear”

“Anythin’ is edible if you’re hungry—-You gotta sit down let me look—-“

“Cool. I got bear for dinner” She patted her legs as she rose from the crouched position taking a few steps back before dragging a dead bear into view. “Son of a bitch put up a fight”

The man was speechless watching her drag this grizzly bear next to him and immediately sat on the other side taking out her knife about to start skinny when he stopped her.

“Sweets, we gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you ain’t too badly injured”

“I’m not. Just a few scratches and probably a gnarly bruise on my side from getting almost knocked off my feet but I’m good” Y/N plopped herself down and started to get to work, and Daryl helped her knowing if he quickened the process he can access her injuries.

It took a few hours and a bit of convincing, but here they were. Sitting next to one another enjoying some of the bear meat while the rest was wrapped up and hung up to avoid losing the hunt to what was hunted. Daryl finished wrapping Y/N’s arm in the last of the bandage he carried letting her finally have a full grasp on some of the bear meat.

“You’re crazy you know that”

“I’m hangry, let me enjoy this”

The archer rolled his eyes watching her eat and occasionally adjust the bear pelt laid on her shoulders. It was still unsettling that his partner took on a bear, not surprising because she can definitely handle shit but how she didn’t get help or even wanted it.

“Just wait til Michonne hears about this”

“She’s gonna be so proud” Y/N laughs a little to herself knowing damn well Michonne is gonna accuse Daryl of not keeping a close eye on his partner. Because she has a tendency of doing radical things.

Once they packed up and headed back home, Michonne wasn’t the only one to greet them back as she was accompanied by Carol and Aaron who both noticed the bandages and bear pelt on Y/N.

“Daryl, what happened?”

“We brought back a lot of game” Daryl states dropping the bag by Aaron’s feet as he immediately looked inside with a confused look.

“Uh. That’s a lot of meat”

“Captain Obvious over here” Y/N laughs, shrugging the bear pelt off and handing it to Michonne as she kept her attention on her injuries. “Hey, it lost the fight”

“You two hunted a bear?? You know how dangerous—-“

“Ha!” Y/N cut Carol off immediately. “We…”

Then all three of them looked at Daryl with a hint of anger and worry but the second emotion was more directed toward Y/N.

“She hunted a bear”

“All by herself”

“When she could’ve just left it alone” Michonne finishes only to roll her eyes to Daryl’s shrug of a response.

“She didn’t die”

“SHE STILL GOT HURT!” Aaron pointed out the obvious one more time as Y/N sighs patting Daryl on the shoulder.

“They are ungrateful to my hard work” and with that she made her way back to their place. Knowing damn well Daryl was going to get chewed out by the three and she wasn’t going to stay there for that.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #short but I think it’s great

[couldve-been-cloud]

I just really appreciate the designs in dungeon meshi.

How marcille was created to have clothes that seem fantasical yet almost realistic, like if magic existed mages would wear those robes but also the blues make her stand out from the more natural colors of the party and the environment, because she isnt natural in a sense. Marcille is a half-elf she's a hybrid she has a longer lifespan than others, its why she stands out, she wields(weilds?) magic and how she was more talented than others, she always stood out and I'd like to think thats why she's put in blue.

Laois is the pictured in textbook example of a knight in shining armor, blonde hair, broad shoalders,and towers over the normal person. But he likely is the most strange one through technicality, he loves monsters and knows every behaviour and fact about them but will also not hesitate to strike one down. He's usually pictured being seen in a more or less negative light by his peers putting his love for monsters as a focal point of his personality is how others remember him. And another fact i wanna spit out is that he keeps himself well groomed because he hates resembling his father, a man who sort of neglected him in my knowledge of some manga panels. He looks like a normal almost background character but its his characteristics that set him apart and give him individuality.

Chucklefuck looks like a squirrel but if you shaved it bald.

Senshi is the typical wisdom old character that the party encounters that greatly help their journey. His beard and armor alongside his helmet work well and gives him a rounder silhouette which puts off a welcoming, safe vibe. His soft (maybe musty) beard also hides his formidable strength, in the adventurers bible he canonically is the strongest out of the party. I like how he kept his helmet from one of his fallen members(brothers?) and how it shaped my image of him. When the party encountered him in the first episode I really did like senshis design and i really liked how his eyes looked and how practical the gear he carried was, I liked how its obvious his muscles were from both his race and his years of daily chores. Also what happened to the golems he kept in that room, are they just walking around with veggies on their back?.

#chilchuck #dungeon meshi #laios touden #delicious in dungeon marcille #senshi #laois dungeon meshi #little rambles

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

Angel of Light, Herald of creation, The Morningstar

Angels are never children, however, before they are adults, they spend some time being Creatures

in the garden of Eden you'd look up at a tree and sometimes this thing will just be there, crouched over designing a squirrel or something

Originally my only intention with the halo was to make it look like the eight pointed star, a symbol of the morningstar, and then a familiar silhouette just kinda emerged and I went "huh, what if thats why he wears the top hat"

He's a bit redder than the rest of Heaven, just barely enough to stick out, he always had a little of that in him

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hellaverse #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin art #hazbin hotel headcanons

[tradefx09]

Squirrel Series

#squirrel #logo #mammal #animal #creative #bigtail #cartoon #silhouette #handpainted #cute #orange #decorativepattern #redbubble

[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.

#sickness #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman #spiderpunk #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x gender neutral reader #hobie brown x oc #british slang #not written by a british person #im black but reader is race neutral in this fic #fluff #could be read as platonic #could be read as romantic too