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Just For The Night - Hobie Brown x Black!Punk!Reader pt. 2

Summary: Two anarchists meet at a concert and decide that one night just isn't enough...but one night is all they have

Words: 5,697

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Mutual Pining, SMUT, Oral (f receiving), Degradation, Marijuana, High Sex, Pussy Whipped, Slight Accent Kink, Slight Angst, Yandere if you squint, Reader and Hobie are 21+, Canon Divergence (Doesn't follow ATSV events/Hobie's universe is present day instead of 1978), Mentions of protesting and Cop City in Atlanta, I tried my best with the British slang

author's note: Here's part 2! This one is muuuchhh longer so you can really skip the part before the page break if you're just here for the smut. It's mostly just her (your) backstory.

Part 1 Epilogue

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"Shit, it's brick out here."

"You're telling me." The difference in temperature from the sweltering venue to the city almost made Hobie want to go back inside and fuck her in the bathroom instead. But Y/N did say that she had a blunt at home and she seemed very eager to smoke it. Or fuck him. Either one was good.

He took a moment to admire her. He was right about her Demonias. They were long with lot's of large buckles and he loved that he still towered over her even though they were platforms. Now that they were out of the dark building, he could see the various tattoos that littered her arm and thigh. Fuck him, he was going to have fun with her.

She told him that she didn’t live far and they could walk there. That was fine with him, he didn’t want to get on a cramped train anyway. He did wish that he could just swing them there, but then he wouldn’t see the way her ass moves while she walks.

He would be lying if he said she didn’t intrigue him. From his knowledge, Atlanta, Georgia was considered the Deep South of America. It had to have been hundreds of miles away. And this area doesn’t seem like a place someone who was swimming in money would be living in. Not that it was terrible, more so humble. Like where he lived.

“So, tell me,” he calls out to her. She was walking a little ways ahead of him, courtesy of Hobie wanting to ogle her. She turned around when he spoke. “How does an Atlanta babe find herself at a Rico Nasty concert in Brooklyn?”

She waits for him to catch up to her then starts walking by his side. “Huh, it’s a…long story.”

“I don’t mind.” He answers honestly. Since they’ve left the concert, Hobie has felt a strange pull towards her that exceeded his feeling of lust. He wondered if she felt the same.

She went quiet and opted to look thoughtfully towards the ground. Hobie began to backtrack. “Or, I could shut up and let you sit on my face instead. Whichever one you want.”

She squealed and hit his chest making him laugh. It wasn’t really a joke, but Hobie’s glad to see that he didn’t make her uncomfortable. “Nah, your good,” she reassured him. “I can do both.”

“Oh?” Hobie raised his eyebrows and gave her his full undivided attention. She takes in a deep breath, let’s it out, and begins to tell him her story.

“Well, you seem like someone who can appreciate a rebel.”

“Yeah?” Hobie bemused. What would this girl be rebelling against? “So, what your like a runaway? Parents, maybe?”

She looked away. Ah, he read her like a book. Then she dropped a bomb on him. “Eh, kind of. More so the Atlanta Police Department.”

He froze. She giggled to herself pretending to not notice and turn around when she was some feet away. She knew he wasn’t expecting that. No one does. She could count on her hand how many people up here she’s told and he was one of them. She trusted him, and she doesn’t know why. She hoped he felt the same.

Hobie couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When he realized how far she was, he ran to catch up. “You're on the run from the Atlanta PD?” She couldn’t contain herself enough and she let out a snort and nodded her head. Hobie shakes his. “No. I don’t believe it. You’re having a laugh.”

“I’m deadass.” She answers still laughing. Hobie drops his head in utter disbelief.

“Well what in bloody hell did you do?” The both of you start walking again.

“...You might not know but, a couple years ago there was a huge uproar of protesting here. In the US, I mean.”

Hobie did not know. He assumes something terrible must have happened, and he’s sure that something like that would have reached London. Maybe it didn’t happen on Earth - 138.

He gingerly shook his head. “I was a part of them. I would organize with some close friends and hand out water and snacks while we were there.” She explained.

“My parents weren’t too happy about that. I had just graduated and I wasn’t going to college. I had a job at a tattoo parlor so…they thought I was a failure.” Hobie listened intently to every word she said. “They would say I just love to bring trouble and always used me going out as an example.”

“They were afraid an officer would come to the door next. And then one day shit went left and we were getting sprayed with tear gas. My stupid ass picked up a can and threw that shit. I guess it hit one of them in the face, I don’t know. I couldn’t see shit.” She giggles and he laughs with her.

“I was pinned down and put in a holding cell for about a week.” She continues.

“Shit.” Hobie knew a few people who that’s happened to. Every story shares the same thing, it’s fucking terrible.

She nods. “Yeahhhh…then my parents kicked me out.”

“Shit,” he exclaims. She continues to nod. “So is that how you got here?” She shakes her head. Hobie gasps. “There’s more?” Nod. He gasps again making her laugh at him. “Tell me.”

“Okay, Okay,” She waits to calm down a bit. “I was just staying with friends after that. Then, maybe some months ago, there was this project announced for the city.” Hobie frowns noticing how much more dejected she had become. “They were going to cut down a forest to create a ‘training ground’ for emergency services.”

���What the fuck…?” Hobie was appalled.

“You can imagine how that sounds to civilians, right? A mock city for law enforcement to play cops and fucking robbers.” She spits out. “I was part of the groups of people who stayed in the forest to prevent construction.”

Just like before, he stopped again. This time, in complete and utter admiration. She smiled at him. “That’s…amazing.”

“Thank you.” She nods her head back to the path so they can continue walking. Hobie stands just a little bit closer to her now.

“So...did shit go left again?” He asked only half joking. She grimaced.

“It was bad. There were a lot of gunshots, and screaming. And fireworks.”

“Fireworks?”

“Fireworks.”

He stared at her expectantly. “And what did you do with them?”

She looks around cutely while smiling. Hobie knows that whatever she did, she didn’t regret it for a second. “Maybe I lit up and threw it at one’s foot. And then it lit the leaves on fire.”

He can’t hold back the laugh that kept from his throat. “Ha!” He clapped his hands and looked at her. “What happened after that?”

“I think he recognized me from the protests or maybe I’m just a hot topic, because the way that man came at me and mowed me down.” Hobie jerked his head back.

“What?”

“Boy, yes. That man tried to beat me with his baton.” The story just kept getting wilder and wilder.

“How did you get out of that?”

“I stole his taser and shot it at his chest.”

“No, your taking the piss,” he shouted excitedly. “No you didn’t.”

“Hold on now because he was still holding me so I got shocked too.” Hobie cackled at her. “It worked though. He let me go and I ran away with some of the others. Only a few people stayed behind. I went back home and woke up to my face on the news the next day.”

The the emotional rollercoaster that Hobie was one was something for the books. He had never felt such quick changes in such little time. He was shocked, then sad, then impressed, then elated, then sad again. What is this girl’s life?

“Man I had to get the fuck out of there. My friend took me up to Maryland where her family lived. Then they brought me here. I got a lil’ ugly ass apartment and a new tattoo job. Made a couple friends, and now I’m here. With you.”

That last part wasn’t expected for either of them. It just came out. But it felt nice.

The two of them looked at each other and basked in their presence. She could feel the pride and admiration for her coming off of him in ways. She could see it in his eyes just as brown as hers. Good. He wanted her to.

A car pulled up from down the street. The both of them were released from their trance and looked. They recognized those kinds of headlights anywhere.

Hobie fought the urge to try and hide before the cop car got to them, as he didn’t want to scare her. There was no reason for her to run from NYPD, right?

Wrong. She grabbed his hand and slipped into the alleyway.

Hobie just let her pull him along. She clearly knows what she’s doing. After coming out on the other side of the street, she begins to keep her eyes alert. She lets go of his hand and continues walking. She just won’t stop giving him reasons to want her, huh?

“And what was that about?” He teases. She smirks at him.

“I didn’t come to New York to be a good girl.” And it was as simple as that.

She walks a few more feet then turns wondering why he’s not saying anything. But when she meets his eyes her heart start beating in anticipation. He was staring her down hard. His smirk was small and his eyelids were low. She couldn’t think of anything to say.

Hobie uses her surprise to his advantage. He walks up to her and pulls her into a tiny space between two buildings. It wasn’t much of an alley, but it did enough to shield their bodies from the street light; it only shining his wicks as he towers over her body and presses her against the wall. He nudges her chin up, winks at her, then meets her lips. Her hands rest on his shoulders as his arms trap her in. He resists putting his tongue in her mouth, as she still had her makeup on and this sweet but desperate kiss would turn sloppy.

He’s the one who has to pull away, her eyes were still closed when he did. “How much longer do I have to wait before I can have you?”

She catches her breath and tells him, “We’re only a couple minutes away, Hobie.”

Hobie leans down again and kisses her neck. She shudders and moves her hands to the back of his. Hobie gives her soft smooches, one lick, and a bite. Then, one more kiss, before he finally pulls away. He tugs her back onto the street and nods his head down the path. She starts to pick up the pace.

~

Her building wasn’t too shabby. At least the walls looked freshly painted. The inside of her apartment looked very cozy. She had rugs wherever it made sense to put them and low beam orange-yellow lights. She was walking ahead of him and turned around to speak. “Get comfortable on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Then she disappears down a hallway.

Hobie pulls off his boots and places them against the wall. Then he takes off his jacket and a few extra accessories that were a bit uncomfortable now that he had no adrenaline. He walks into her living room and plops himself onto the comfy, leather couch. Faux, he hoped.

He rests his arms and hangs his head backwards over it, eyes closed. Before Y/N disappeared down the hallway, she had flicked a little device on the wall. It must have been the heater since Hobie had just heard something blowing air in the walls. He lifts his head up and takes in his surroundings.

It was a bit small, but perfect for one woman living alone. There were unlit candles on almost every surface, and a beats pill sitting in the side of the room. His favorite sight, by far, was a fat bong sitter right on the coffee table. He chuckled to himself. She could probably live here with a significant other.

It was times like this that he wishes he was normal. He wishes he could wake up to a beautiful face, smoke something, leave home to work, dismantle corporations, or just spend time with his friends, then come back home to that same face, light some candles, and enjoy the rest of his night in her arms. He doesn’t understand why he’s thinking of her when he imagines this, but he invites it.

She comes back with a burner and a small Bic lighter. She uses the burner to light the various candles and Hobie admires her. She still had her clothes on except her shoes which he was happy about. He really wanted to see her tits in those fishnets. Her makeup was off. Her skin was glowing. Her Bantu knots were still in her head. He wondered if she would let him help her take them out, but he’s sure she just wants to fuck and get it over with.

He stops watching her to think about it for a second. When they’re done smoking and having sex Hobie would leave. Not just leave, go back to his own dimension. The thought that he couldn’t keep tabs on her, maybe follow her Instagram or even get her number hadn’t even crossed him. He didn’t like it.

His face must have seemed troubled, because she stopped and looked at him in concern. “You good?” She asks getting his attention.

“Hm? I’m fine, love.” She nods and reaches into her pocket and throws a condom onto the table, then behind her ear to take the blunt out. Then she sits next to him on the couch.

“Want some music?” She asks. Hobie nods. “I’m all punk’d out. Can I play RnB instead?”

“Please do. I feel like chilling right now.”

The pill begins to play soft drums and a bass before Erykah Badu starts singing. He liked music from Miles’s universe, regardless of the genre.

It’s like an unspoken agreement that they would be hanging out for a while. She lights it up, takes a couple puffs, then hands it over to him. He does the same. He takes longer drags producing a much larger cloud then breathes it all in. She looks at him incredulously.

“Ay? Problem, love?”

Her eyes narrow. “You think you’re so cool?”

He takes another drag. “I am.”

She grabs it from him and does a French inhale. Hobie couldn’t stop looking at her. He reaches his hands behind her back and pull her even closer to him. Her legs rested on his. She hands it to him.

“I told you everything about me. What about you? Did you travel to America just to see Rico?”

Hobie shook his head, trying to rack his brain for a proper explanation. “I travel around a lot. Had a pen pal who lived here and I came to see him. He told me about the concert so I went with him. Not as interesting as your journey.” He takes a drag. “Although I’ve had my fair share of trouble with cops.”

“Is that why we click so well?”

He smirked at her. “Yeah.” Another drag. “But, as banging as you are, you’re not on my level.”

Raising her eyebrow she sits up. “And why the hell not?” She jokes.

“Haven’t killed a cop yet.”

It was her turn to be shocked. She gave him the same fascinated look he had. “You’ve killed a cop?”

“Check the laces, innit?”

She stretches her head over the couch to look at his shoes and sure enough, his laces are blue. Speechless and filled with admiration, she freezes. Her neck is exposed, and Hobie doesn’t stop himself from licking it then giving it a smooch. She gasps and shudders. Slowly she smiles as she sits back down and stares at him.

“Does that excite you?” Hobie asks. She nods. He shifts, his pants beginning to get uncomfortable. He puts the blunt down on the side table, grabs her and pulls her into his lap. Her center collides with his crotch and they both groan. Hobie picks up the blunt, puffs on it to light it up again, then hands it to her. “Hit it nice and slowly. And lift your head up.”

She does as he asks. Hobie pulls her neck down to his mouth and his begins to bite and suck on it. She whines and takes the blunt out of her mouth, not being able to focus on it. Hobie hums in desperation when she starts grinding on him.

“You’re a proper sket, aren’t you?” He whispers. He’s sure she has no clue what he means, so he brings her face down to look at him. “Just a big fucking slut.”

She bit her lip and nodded. Hobie smirked, takes the blunt and drags, then kisses her. The smoke escapes their conjoined mouths as they explore them with their tongues. She starts to suck on his, making him hold her tighter to his body. Hobie makes a sound of pleasure in his throat that ripples through his chest. He pulls his face away from hers and they pant while staring at each other.

“Take this shit off.” He lays her down onto the couch and stands up to pull his shirt and jeans off. She takes off her shorts and fishnet bottoms at the same time. Before she could take off her top, Hobie holds her thigh and squeezes it. “Only take off the shirt.”

She nods and pulls the crop top off. Her tits fall in unison constrained by the fishnets. Hobie could moan at the sight of them. He was right about how good they would look. He doesn’t waste anytime in getting between her open legs and grabbing them. He lets his thumb flick her nipples, enjoying the feeling of fabric and skin. Her small moans go straight to his member, and he decides to take his underwear off completely. She braces herself.

He is long and curved. She knew he would ruin her when she got him home, but she underestimated how nice his dick looked.

“Don’t get scared. I’ll take good care of you.” He tells her.

“Yeah you better,” she tells him. She begins looking around. “Hey, where is it?”

“This?” He pulls out the blunt from seemingly nowhere then the lighter lighting it up once more. He hands it to her then leans over and takes a nipple into his mouth. Her moan was lethal, and Hobie loses his resolve. He was going to tease her, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure shooting through his body as he licks her nipple through the small diamond hole. She begins humping the air.

“You’re desperate to be played with aren’t you, love?”

“Uh-Huh” she says breathy. Her eyes are red and lidded. Hobie gets an idea.

“Hand that over,” he takes a couple more puffs giving her a kiss afterwards. She reaches out for it and he smirks at her. He holds it away from her, rubbing her thighs. She lets out an exclamation.

“Excuse you. That’s my weed.”

“What’s yours is mine.”

“Um, what’s mine is mine.”

Hobie trails his finger to her wet center, playing with her thong before pushing it to the side. He puts his thumb on her clit and she flinches. “Oh…”

“Yeah. Stop talking all that shit.” He begins to rub his thumb around it, his finger getting wet with each pass over. She’s whimpering and jerking her hips into his hand. “You like that?” All she can do is nod.

Hobie slows down and switches fingers. He smokes while inserting his middle finger into her. As it sinks further and further, she lets out a satisfied moan. He pumps it in and out of her pussy, a squelching sound filing the air.

He leans down and puts his tongue on her clit not letting up on fingering her too. She lets out a loud moan. Hobie puts the blunt on the floor, obsessed with the way her pussy gushes in his mouth. She starts to hump his face. Hobie watches her hand begin to reach out to him, then he grabs it and puts it on his head, wrapping her fingers around his wicks. He moans when she begins to pull him further into her pussy. He pulls his drenched finger out grabs her thighs and grips them tightly. He shakes his head back and forth, sucking and spreading her juices across her vagina.

“Ooo, I’m gonna cum.”

When he hears that he lifts his head and wipes his mouth. She whines but he shushes her by taking the blunt, holding it to her mouth, and she takes a drag from it. She is completely relaxed as she breathes it out, her eyelids lidded and eyes fluttering into the back of her head. He thought it was the sexiest thing you had done that night.

“Fuck, you’re peng.” Shit, he has got to start learning American slang. “That was sexy. I want to see you do it with my dick inside you.”

He takes the condom and rolls it on his dick, groaning under his breath from how it feels. He aligns himself with her hips.

“Ooo,” she lets out. “But wait, you don’t want some head?”

Hobie shakes his head and jerks himself. “I want you now, beautiful.” He keeps the blunt in his mouth and slaps his dick on her pussy. Her juices splash onto their thighs. Hobie grunts.

Keeping his head down, he looks at her face. Her eye lids are still low, but he can see her beautiful brown cornea staring at him full of lust and want. With the blunt in his mouth, he talks out the side of his mouth. “Beg for it,” he says.

Her eyelids widen, but the promiscuous look on her face doesn’t change. “What, baby?”

“Mm,” he says pleased by the pet name. He takes it out of his mouth and smiles at her. “Beg me to fuck you like a whore, love.”

She scrunches her shoulders up and tries to close her thighs, but she smiles and bites her lip. She liked the degradation and embarrassment of it all. Hobie liked it too. He pulls her thighs apart again. Placing his dick on top of her pussy, he waits for her to follow his instruction. “Come on, I know you can, pretty girl. You want this dick don’t you?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Call me baby again.”

“Please fuck me, baby.”

Hobie pumps his dick even more. He places the tip right at her hole, becoming evermore impatient. “Fuck, now say my name.”

“Hobie…mmm…” he slowly sinks himself into her.

“Fuck, say it again.”

“Hobie…” They sigh together when he’s fully sheathed inside of her. Her walls are already clamping around him. She’s so wet, and ready for his dick. Hobie keeps himself inside her and lights the blunt again reveling in her desperation. He takes his precious time to smoke some more while she begins to whine and grind herself onto him.

“Hobie, please fuck me.”

“Wait.” She whimpers for him, tears begin to form in her eyes from the depravity.

“Hobie…”

“If you keep saying my name like that I might stay inside you like this.”

“No, please don’t. I need it so badly.”

He inhaled a ghost. “Yeah?” He slowly unsheathes himself then slams back into her. She yelps.

“Yes, daddy,”

Hobie whistles. “Oh, I didn’t know you had that in the vault. You wanna keep calling me that, Atlanta babe?"

“Start fucking me and I’ll call you whatever you want.”

Hobie chuckles. “You got a mouth, don’t you?” He holds the blunt to her mouth again, grabs her hips, then starts fucking her. "I like baby a little more." She blew out the smoke the same way, it coming out in puffs from Hobie’s humping.

“Shit, love. You’re amazing.” He takes the blunt away and places it on the side table. Hobie grabs both sides of her hips and begins to fuck her harder. Their moans fill the apartment. Hobie stares at her beautiful breasts bouncing in her fishnets. Hobie’s too tall to lean down and suck on them, so he grabs one instead and squeezes it. She looks into his eyes and grabs his face. She smiles at him. Hobie’s eyes fill with curiosity.

“You can smack them if you want.”

Hobie slows down in disbelief. Then he smiles and starts fucking her harder. Hobie takes his hand and smacks one, as she requested. She moaned with a permanent beam on her face. Hobie is completely and totally enamored. He stops fucking her and pulls himself out.

“Come sit on me.”

“Okay, baby”

Hobie sits upright on the couch. She climbs on top of him and grabs his dick, loving the little grunt he let out She inserts him back inside her. They moan together while she sinks down onto his curved length. She pauses when he’s fully inside, his dick hitting places she didn’t even know could feel so good.

She grabs his face and pulls it up to meet hers. They stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. Hobie lost himself in hers. He couldn’t move or speak or think. All of his emotions were portrayed in the way he looked at her. He wanted her, badly. In this moment she became everything to him. Then she started to rock.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered embarrassingly. The sounds that left his love’s mouth were lilted and pleasured. It didn’t take long for her to go faster. “Just like that, babe.”

Hobie’s breaths are loud and raunchy, while she lets out small pleasured hums. He takes his hands and rubs up her torso. Hobie wraps his arms around her waist and embraces her tightly. His head rests in her neck as he shifts down the couch the begins lifting his hips up into her. She doesn’t sound so quiet anymore.

“Oh…Y/N…” he whines.

Something inside of Hobie broke and he felt completely vulnerable. If she were to ask him anything, he would answer truthfully. He wanted to tell her everything. About the spider society, him being a spider man, the multiverse and everything within it. He wonders if she would accept it. Hell, he felt as though he could, she reacted better than he imagine she would when he told her he’s killed a cop.

For some reason, he felt like he could trust her. He thinks if he did tell her the whole truth, she wouldn’t even bat an eyelash. How would she react if he opened a portal right then and there and brought her to his own apartment in his own universe? Would she be okay with it? Would she even come in the first place?

He liked the idea of keeping her with him. He liked the thought of seeing her all the time without the risks of inter dimensional travel. Just coming back home, after the most tiring and troublesome day of working for Miguel, and seeing her beautiful body and even more gorgeous face.

Mm, he really liked it.

“Ngh…fuck, Y/N,” he whines into her ear, holding on to her body for dear life.

“Hobie, I’m gonna cum,”

He smacked her ass then pulled her face towards his. "Call me baby."

"Baby, I'm gonna cum." He bites down on her shoulder and begins to really pound into her forcing quick breaths from her lungs.

When the both of them come undone, they stare into each others eyes, not saying a word. She slowly grinds into him, and it overstimulates the both of them.

“Fuck, doll,” he whimpers looking between their stomachs. He was completely seated inside of her, and made him want to go for a second round. It normally would take him a minute to get himself back up, but with the way she was yearning for him with her eyes, it won’t take him long before he flips her around and takes her from behind.

As the both of them were coming down, Hobie began to feel an overarching sense of anxiety. This wasn’t Spidey-sense as there wasn’t any feeling of danger. No. Hobie was feeling…grief.

Grief from what? Why is it that he didn’t want to stop humping into her? Making her whisper curses into his ear? Was it because if he did, that would mean what they were having was over? If he pulls out of her, he’ll put on his clothes, find an alley, and travel back to Earth-138. Hobie can’t see or contact her. He would be gone forever.

Did she feel the same? Is that why she refuses to let go of him? Why she sounds like she’s on the verge of tears as she continues to milk his dick?

He could use some rest. He wanted nothing more than to finish smoking and fall asleep. But, when he thought of his bong at home it felt…wrong. As if there was a question and that wasn’t the right answer.

Why is he instead thinking about finishing what they were smoking then falling asleep on her bed? He needed to get a fucking grip. So he knocked out of his stupor. It felt like a bucket of cold water splashed over him and he came back to reality

She felt the shift. The thought they both shared that it was time to stop. Their time together has come to an end. The toll of a bell rings through her chest, and she fights the tears as she climbs off of him, kissing him sweetly before she goes.

Hobie sits there and looks at her standing up. He enjoyed that kiss. He wanted another one. He needed another one. He swallows his spit and asks her, “How was it?”

She smiles at him shyly. She was just the prettiest thing he had laid eyes on. “Amazing, Hobie.”

He smiled in content and relief. “I live to please,” he joked. It was otherworldly for him.

She giggled and walks by him, but before she could go, Hobie grabs her arm and pulls her down towards him. He captures her lips in a blissful kiss, then lets her go so she can walk to her room for a minute. Hobie isn’t sure what she’s doing, but while she’s gone, he lets his mind run. Tonight, he had found a perfect woman. She was beautiful and disruptive, not performative in anyway. All the qualities of a superhero in one civilian body. If anyone deserved the spider bite, it was her.

This…can’t be the last time he sees her. And why does it have to be? No one cares about the casual travel rule; everyone visits each other’s worlds all the time for whatever reason. The only thing was doing it sparsely so Miguel doesn’t catch on. Hobie could pop in here and there, right?…but would she want that?

How could it even work? He has no way of contacting her, so she’ll never know when to expect him. Is she just supposed to wait for the one day he can finally show up?

This was frustrating. Hobie always breaks the rules. He does what’s not supposed to be done, but he can’t figure out how this relationship would ever work. He can’t bring her with him, lest her particles stretch, bend, and spread across space and time, and he can’t stay here. His people need their spider man.

Damn, he wants to keep her so bad. She is perfect. Even if he could get to America back home, he would never be able to find her. The story is different in every universe. Hell, she probably wasn’t even in America.

She comes back into the living room adorned with pjs to see Hobie standing with his clothes back on. The condom had long been thrown away. Some of his belts and accessories were off as well as his jacket, but he looked as though he was ready to go. She felt…broken. And she didn’t know why.

This wasn’t her first one night stand, but she doesn’t think she’s ever clicked with someone like this before. Definitely not a stranger. Definitely not a fine stranger like him. He was perfect to her, in every sense of the word.

And she to him. Certainly, this was his Gwen Stacy. “You goin’?” She whispered. She cleared her throat and held up the roach. “Thought you would want to finish this.”

Hobie could feel that she was just as desperate to get him to stay as he was inclined to. He looked into her longing eyes with some of his own feelings, and considered a possibility. If Miles can have his Gwen from a different universe, why can’t he have the same? It worked for Miles.

And he knows the answer. It’s because she’s a regular person. Hobie is Spider Punk. He doesn’t belong here, and she doesn’t belong with him. But it wouldn’t hurt to dream of getting what he wanted.

He clears his throat. “I, um…” he couldn’t find the words he wanted to convey. How does he say, “I’m a spider man from a different universe and we will never see each other again.” without scaring her from how clinically insane it sounded?

Luckily, she speaks for him. “I’m saying…you can stay the night.” She finishes confidently. “If you wanted.”

He did. He did want to. He wanted to stay with her so bad. But he shouldn’t. He’s spent way too much time here, and he has no idea what would alert Miguel…he should go. He should go. He really should go.

Hobie…

Go.

“I would love too.”

Her beautiful smile makes its appearance and the doubts that Hobie had melted away. He drops his things and start to take off his shoes. When he walks towards her, he notices how badly she’s struggling to contain her excitement and he knows he made the right choice.

“…Just for the night,” She says, giving him the roach.

“Yeah.” He takes it from her and grabs her hand to walk down the hall into her room. “Just for the night.”

He’s gone before the sun is up the next morning.

ending a/n: I hope y’all liked this. I love writing angst so much y’all don’t even understand I had to put some in here. And yes, he takes her hair down for her.

I am cursed with writing way too much and I apologize for all that reading. I hope you still enjoyed it. It was very fun to write and it’s probably one my most favorite things I’ve ever written. I love Hobie so much, maybe I’ll write for him again idk chile. Maybe I’ll write these two again in an unrelated fic. Or maybe I’ll continue this and y’all can get y’all’s happy ending. Maybe. I don’t rly write those lmao.

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5| Rebuilding

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

summary You and Daryl get started on removing the tree that fell through the window, but your mind wanders elsewhere.

cw descriptions of killing walkers, sexy thoughts, female masturbation

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“Daryl, you don’t have to stay jus’ for me. I’ll be fine on my own like I was before.” You really did want him to stay, but you knew he had people to look for. You’d hate to be the reason he never finds them again, so you convinced yourself that you were ready to let him go. 

“You want help fixing’ yer cabin?” He asked. You looked at him, confused. Normally, you’d just call a window repairman to come fix it, but nothing was normal about the times you were living in. You didn’t think it was salvageable, and even if it was, you didn’t have the first clue on how to fix it. 

“Uh- I..yes?” 

“Then I’ma stay an’ help you.” His tone had a sense of finality to it, closing any doors to an argument, so you kept your mouth shut and nodded your head in agreement. You wanted to let him know that he didn’t owe you anything and that was free to go, but then again, it’d be idiotic to turn down such an offer. 

You and Daryl stood at the side of your cabin where the tree fell, watching as the undead mindlessly stumbled around in that area, some even tripping over the fallen tree. He nodded his head in their direction as if to say it was time to kill them, so you nodded your head in agreement. Hearing crack after crack of their skulls shattering beneath your sledgehammer was gratifying. You weren’t even phased by the blood that splattered on you. It was almost therapeutic, the way you channeled all your anger into each swing of the tool. The anger from your husband leaving you alone with a child and a baby during a fucking apocalypse so he could live out his fantasies with your best friend. The anger from a tree crashing into your house, destroying some of the little memories you had left of your babies. The feeling of Daryl’s warm hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your rage filled haze. You looked around to see all of the bodies dead on the ground. Your eyes focused in on the sight in front of you, the corpse before you’s head was obliterated into an unrecognizable pulp. Pieces of bloody brain fragments decorated the lush, green grass and partially your clothing, too. You glanced away from it and looked into Daryl’s concerned baby blues instead. 

“I’m great!” you promised, stepping away from him and the carcass at your feet. You really were feeling a lot better. Maybe it was because you were finally out in the sunshine after days of stormy weather or because Daryl stayed to help you, or because killing all those undead helped you release a lot of steam. 

“How should we get started!?” You asked with cheerily with a wide smile splitting your face in half. You were sure you looked something out of a horror movie, covered in blood and brains, smiling almost psychotically. Slightly perturbed, Daryl glanced away before looking back at you. 

“Got any axes or anythin’? We gotta get this tree outta here,” he explained. 

 You left and came back with two axes after searching your house for a moment or two. The tingle you felt in your spine from brushing fingers with Daryl as you handed him an axe lifted your spirits even more. You followed his lead as he hacked at pieces of the tree. Piece by piece, there was less and less tree protruding through the window. 

 The hot, Georgia sun beaming on your skin was increasingly uncomfortable. You were sweating bullets and desperately needed a break, but as long as Daryl was working you would, too. You glanced over at Daryl to gage how he was doing only to have your breath taken from you. The sunlight glistened off his tanned, sweaty arms, only accentuating the way his muscular biceps flexed with every swing of the axe. His chocolate brown hair dripped with sweat, making him look downright delicious. You needed to focus on the task at hand! You ripped your eyes away from him and got back to chopping wood, this time, more ferociously as you tried to force those thoughts of Daryl out of your head. He must’ve gotten to a particularly difficult piece, because you heard him grunt each time he forced the axe out from being lodged into the wood. The sound made your mind wonder, imagining if those were the noises he made in bed. The pulsating throb you felt in your core forced you to drop the axe and step away. 

“I’ma get us some waters,” you rushed out before hurrying off into the cabin. You gulped down your bottle of water as if it would cleanse your mind of those previous thoughts. Seeing Daryl like that made you realize it had been a small eternity since you’ve had sex, even before the world turned upside down. It felt weird to have this side of you awakened again, but a good weird. But nothing good lasts, especially not these days, so you buried those thoughts and desires deep down within. You polished off the water and grabbed a bottle for Daryl before heading back out. 

  When you came back outside, Daryl was tossing the some of the last parts of the tree out of your window. He wiped the sweat from his forehead before gratefully accepting the water from you. He uncapped the plastic bottle before bringing it to his lips and chugging it. You watched as streams of water escaped the corners of his mouth and leaked down his chin and dripped onto his chest, sliding down until it met the fabric of his sleeveless shirt. The thoughts came flooding back tenfold and you and to had turn away. 

"Sun's settin'. We can finish tomorrow," he said as he stretched his sore arms. 

"I thought we did finish?" you questioned. Your whole body was a sore, sweaty, bloody mess. The thought of more work made your back hurt. You stretched your sore limbs as you stared at the orangey sky, enjoying the cool evening breeze against your damp skin. 

"Gotta board it up, unless you want walkers gettin' in," he said as if it were obvious, which it kind of was, but your brain was tired. 

"You call them things walkers?" you asked, laughter hidden in your voice. 

"Yeah? Wha's wrong with tha?" he asked suspiciously. 

"Nothin', but I mean they do a whole hell of a lot more than walk..." 

"Well wha' do you call 'em, then?" 

You shrugged your shoulders. "Never thought to name 'em, just call them 'the undead'." You glanced back up at the sky, admiring the beauty that had been hidden behind thick storm clouds for the past week. You glanced over at Daryl and saw him quickly turn away from you and look at the sunset too. 

"I'm gonna go in and take a shower. You're free to use it when I'm done, if you'd like." And with that, you were off to the cabin. 

Once you locked the bathroom door behind you, you quickly shed off your disgusting, bloody, sweaty clothes and hopped in the shower, turning on the cold water. Without electricity, cold water was the only option, but you were grateful to have running water at all. You stared at the floor, watching as the dried blood was rinsed off your body, staining the water pink until it finally faded to clear again. The thoughts of Daryl from earlier resurfaced, making you want to bang your head against the wall. You felt guilty for thinking of him in such a way. Here he was, a guest in your home who was kind enough to stick around to help fix the damage to your cabin. And here you were, thirsting over him like a cat in heat. You splashed the cold water over your face, but it did nothing to cool your thoughts. You were sure you were only feeling like this because it had been almost two years since you've gotten any. Maybe, you thought, if you just touched yourself the thoughts would calm down. 

 Your hand slipped down between your thighs and you slid a finger between your folds, feeling how wet you were. You were almost embarrassed at how soaked you were, but there was no going back now. Your fingers began rubbing slow circles on your neglected clit. Pleasure shot throughout your body, urging you to keep going. You increased your pace, simultaneously increasing your pleasure as you continued those circular motions. You bit back a moan at the same time you swallowed your guilt. The coil in your tummy was building up, waiting to explode. Images of Daryl painted your eyelids causing your cunt to clench over nothing. You slipped a finger into your slick hole, wishing it was Daryl's instead. You slipped another one in once the sting from the first subsided, but it still didn't feel like enough. You grew frustrated at how your own fingers couldn't quite reach that spot, so instead you focused on your clit, applying more pressure and chasing that orgasm that was so close to coming. You thought of the way Daryl's tanned arms flexed as he was chopping the wood earlier and that coil burst, making you see stars as you came. But once you came down from that high and realized what you just did, shame washed over you like a bucket of ice water, colder than the shower's spray that was currently splashing you.

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Officer Friendly • Rick Grimes

a/n • not gonna lie I started to get lightheaded while writing this 😫🩷. Thank you @catt-leya for requesting this ☺️👉🏾👈🏾 ily baby girl 🩷. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think. This one is really short and honestly not my best. Also part 2??????? My DMs are open! I’m also taking requests baby girl 🩷

summary • you finally got out of a verbally abuse relationship and moved states. your shit ex finds you, forcing you to press charges. you meet officer rick and fall deep for him.

warnings • 18+ ONLY, mention of domestic violence, sweet Rick, smut, oral (fem!receiving), chocking, handcuffs, spanking, hickeys, scratching, biting, breeding kink,

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You finally moved away from that asshole and now they have found you again. You cling to your phone and look out the window as you see them at your doorstep. You can’t believe this shit. How did they even find me? You shook your head in disgust as you dialed the cops. “FINE BE THAT WAY THEN BITCH!” You heard them yell. It took so much in you not to open that door and just beat their ass. But in reality, you were too frightened by them.

You watched as they walked away from your door and went to their car. You then slid your back onto the living room wall until you felt the floor beneath you. You sat on the living room floor and started to cry. Why couldn’t that bitch leave you alone? You heard their car start and the wheels squeak as they speed away. It was finally over.

You got the courage to get back up and look out the window to make sure they were gone. You grabbed your keys and purse and walked out of the door to your car. This was the final straw. You put the nearest police station's address into your phone and drove there.

You parked and took a deep breath trying your hardest to stay as calm as possible. You repeated heartfelt words to yourself as you got out of the car and walked into the police station.

“Welcome to the King County police station can I please see some identification?” You heard the lady at the reception say. You flashed her a quick smile and gave her your temporary paper ID. “You’re new here ain’t ya?” She said and you quickly nodded followed by a “Yes ma’am.” She gave you a toothy smile and said “Welcome to Georgia sweetie, what are you in here for?” She asked giving you back your ID.

“I wanted to file a restraining order.” You chocked. The lady looked concerned and nodded. “You are at the right place, go ahead and take a seat and I will get with the sheriff’s deputy, here is this paperwork to fill out” She gave you a clipboard and a pen. On the paper, it was an application for a restraining order.

For 15 minutes you filled out the application. Going over every little detail. Even about the event from earlier. “y/n.” You heard a deep southern voice call out. You looked up and you saw a man with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a gray beard. You awkwardly lifted up your hand and placed a small smile on your face.

You grabbed the clipboard tightly and brought it to your chest, crossing your arms around it. You were obviously nervous and felt frightened to even be there. “Hi y/n, I’m Deputy Rick Grimes,” he said as he brought his hand out to give you a handshake. Instead of shaking his hand you just stare at him. All you would hear was the receptionist typing on her keyboard. Deputy Grimes retreated his hand and calmly says “It is okay, I heard you are going through some trouble. I’m here to help, let’s go into my office to talk bout ya situation.” You nodded and walked into the restricted area of the police station.

He opened his office door and walked in. You instantly sat down in one of the chairs and he sat in his office chair. Without hesitation, you passed him your paperwork and he started to read what you wrote. You saw his eyes read every single line. Almost as if he was studying your words. He got to the end of the paper and sighed out of frustration, tilting his head to the side while clenching his jaw.

“First we have to make sure you are safe in your home. You could have a deputy come by your house and stay with you overnight or you could go to a hotel,” he explained. "Since they have a history of being violent towards you I would recommend you have an officer stay with you for a while just until this paperwork is processed and until the restraining order is in effect." The idea of a cop in your house seemed absurd but you needed the protection especially when this situation has to deal with your abusive ex.

It was silence for a moment and he patiently waited for you to respond. "I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you under our watch. We take these cases extremely seriously," he reassured you. You looked up and nodded. "How long does it usually take to process?" you asked. He flashed you a smile and said "Maximum two weeks, most of the time it doesn't take that long so don't worry." Your mind was scattered as you couldn't believe it came to this. Putting a restraining order on someone you thought loved you.

"I would feel safe if a deputy was at my house while I was there." you finally said. Deputy Grimes nodded and started to go over basic protocol. Telling you all the details of how this situation was going to work.

You left the police station feeling relieved as you know you were going to be in good hands. You were surprised that they took the situation so seriously. You started to think it was only because you were new to the area. You took a deep breath and started your engine. You drove home so you could relax and prepare for the rest of your evening.

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You heard the doorbell ring as you were washing the dishes. You always did the dishes first before eating just so you could enjoy your food and not do dishes after. All the leftovers were in topper ware and in the fridge. You grabbed a towel and dried off your hands. You rushed to the door and looked through the pep hole and saw what looked to be a person in uniform. You immediately knew it was one of the deputies from the police station. You felt the weight fall off your shoulders as you opened the door and saw Officer Rick Grimes.

"Mr, Grimes, come in please," you said opening the door up even more. "It sure does smell good in here! What did you make?" Rick said in an attempt to make this interaction less awkward. "I made homemade pesto and chicken for dinner but what you are smelling right now is pineapple upside-down cake." You saw his face light up and a toothy smile appear on his face. "And yes you may have some Mr. Grimes, as a token of my gratitude," you said faintly smiling and then looking down to the floor. "Please call me Rick," he said reaching for his deputy hat and taking it off his head.

God, he was so attractive under that hat. His curls were placed beautifully on his head and the light hit his beard highlighting the faint black hairs mixed in with his gray hair. You watched as he looked around at all the decor on your walls. Examining every little detail. The silence was killing you. "You can put your hat here and you can take off your shoes here Mr.Grimes, sorry Rick." you pointed at two spots, the shoe rack and the coat rack.

You watched him as he hung his deputy hat on the coat rack along with his jacket. He then turned around to take off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack. You looked at his body as he did so. Looking at his biceps and the way they flexed along with the veins that ran over his arms. He turned around and you instantly snapped out of your trance. "Let me show you around Rick," you said walking down the hall into the living room.

"We are in the living room, there is the kitchen, and around the corner is the bathroom followed by my office. Upstairs there are just two bedrooms and a bathroom. Feel free to look around the house." you explained and Rick nodded his head. He walked off and you assumed this was a sign that he was looking around and getting familiar with his surroundings.

You went to the kitchen to cut a slice of pineapple upside-down cake for yourself and Rick. You then made your way to the living room, placing the plates on the coffee table. You grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels to find something to watch when you heard the water run in the bathroom. You then heard the bathroom door swing open. Rick's shadow reflected on the wall and then disappeared as he turned off the bathroom light. You then continued to look at the TV trying hard not to make direct eye contact with him when he came around the corner.

"I'm guessing this is for me?" he asked flashing you a cute smile, pointing at a plate and plopping down on the coach. "Yes, sir. I didn't know what you wanted to drink so I just grabbed you some water," you said giving him a toothy grin. "I appreciate that ma'am, I really do," he said in a low voice grabbing his plate.

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he took his first bite. You were surprised when a loud moan came out of his mouth. "Holy shit this is good," he said with a full mouth. All you could do is bust into laughter and Rick followed with a chuckle himself. "Well, it is nice to know someone likes my baking," you said, your smile disappearing. The room was silent except for the chatting on the TV.

You looked down at your plate and Rick instantly knew something was wrong. He read your case and saw the awful things that your ex did to you. He couldn't imagine the shit they did to you that you didn't say. He saw that this was hard on you. He was infuriated that someone would treat you like that.

"I'm sorry that he treated you like that hunny, no person should ever go through what you went through. Trust me if they come back here there is no telling what I would do. There must be fewer people like that in the world," he expressed, his demeanor changing when he talked about harming your ex. He saw you make intense eye contact with him. His heart fluttered at your eyes looking into his.

"Thank you, Rick, I appreciate your kind words," you whispered placing your hand on his. You put a small smile on your face and Rick did the same. "It has been hard on me you know, they were the only person I had a connection with. That's the only reason why I stayed for so long. I was afraid to be alone so I settled for less. Never again." you said as you slowly removed your hand from Rick's.

"They were my first and it was hard for me to let go. The first relationship, first kiss, first date, and the first person I had sex with. There are times when I wish I could just take it all back." you expressed to Rick and a tear came down from your eye. Rick just looked at you in your eyes and listened. He saw a second tear come down and he lifted his hand, wiping away the tears. He cupped your cheek in his hand and you grabbed onto his arm. You closed your eyes and let the tears fall.

"It's okay sweetheart," he whispered. Then moved his head closer, his lips touched your forehead. A jolt of energy went through your body. You never felt like this before, loved and appreciated. Your eyes widened as he withdrew back from you. Your ex never touched you like this it just made you realize how much of a dick head they were.

"Sorry was that too far?" you heard Rick say, throwing you out of your train of thought. "No, no, that's totally fine!" you protested causing Rick to smile at your cuteness. "That really helped me calm down a little bit," you said flashing him a smile. When in reality that made your heart race as you thought about his lips touching yours.

You put your head on his shoulder. And placed your hands in your lap. Rick was smiling from ear to ear. He really liked you but he didn’t want to come off too forced. It took everything in him to not kiss you passionately. But he had to hold himself back. He didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you.

You looked at the TV and then glanced at his crouch. You thought about how nice it would be to sit on top of him or even have your head between his legs. You squeezed your legs together as you felt your core swell up. Rick noticed your antsy movements and continued to watch the TV.

Your heart started to race thinking about the things that he could do to you. Why were you feeling like this? Why did he make you feel like this? You just meet him. And your mind was spiraling. You went back in forth with your options. Give in and let him have you or just be professional about the situation. You knew the obvious answer.

He took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You leaned into him laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat racing just like yours. You then put your hand on his stomach making him flinch a little. You then giggled and said with a soft tone, “I’m sorry.”

You felt so comfortable. This just felt so right to you. You suddenly put both of your legs across his right leg. He then slid his hand down to your waist, rubbing his thumb across the band of your pink silk shorts. You heard his heart race even more. The tension between the both of you was so high.

You looked up at him and saw that he was trying so hard to focus on the TV. You lifted your hand up from his stomach and placed it under his chin. You both made intense eye contact. You pulled him closer to you and your lips finally meet. You felt your core start to become wet as he rubbed your thigh. Both of your breaths were heavy as you exchanged kisses. Both of them collided countless times. Rick then slowly pulled back looking you into your eyes.

“Are you okay with this, are you sure” Rick questioned you. You simply just nodded and swung your leg around his waist sitting on top of him. You palmed his face and brought him in for another kiss. You both smiled into the kiss. “Yes, I’m sure,” you said against his lips. You both continued to kiss and you slid your tongue into his mouth. Both of your tongues danced causing you to grind against him.

He softly grunted into your mouth, putting his hand on your hips. You could feel his hard dick press against your core sending you over the edge. This felt so naughty especially since he was in his deputy uniform. The idea of him fucking you with his uniform on just turned you on even more. You bit his bottom lip sending him over the edge. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He firmly placed his hands on your ass making sure you didn’t fall as he stood up from the couch. You gasped as he effortlessly picked you up. You wrapped both of your legs around his waist. You then giggled as he started to place kisses down your neck. He carried you up the stairs and you pointed him to your room.

He opened the door as he held onto you with one hand. He walked over to your bed and gently laid you down on it. “Are you sure,” he said planting another passionate kiss on your lips. You loved how polite he was towards you. This made your heart flutter and made you fall in love with him even more. “Yes Rick please just touch me,” you begged.

Rick placed kisses all the way down to your belly button. He curled his fingers around the band of your shorts. He slowly pulled them down and was surprised that you weren’t wearing underwear. A string of your juices was attached to your shorts as he pulled them off. He then threw them across the room. You whimpered as you felt him place kisses on your inner thigh.

“You look so beautiful baby,” he whispered against your thigh. Causing you to moan at his words. You felt his hand slide inside your inner thigh. Finally making contact with your wet pussy. You gasped as he ran his fingers through your precious little pussy. He then started to run circles on your clit. You moaned at the sudden sensation.

“Let me please you, sweetheart,” he said kissing your core. “Please,” you breathed gripping your covers. You felt his tongue replace his fingers as he licked circles on your clit. You moaned loudly as you have never felt anything like this. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he continued to pick up the pace. This made you shake uncontrollably at the sensation. You then felt his index finger slide against your entrance. A small whimper came from you as he continued to tease your swollen pussy.

He finally pushed his finger into you. Making you gasp for air. He then wrapped his lips around your clit and started to suck while sliding his finger in and out of you. “Shit!” You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair while your other hand gripped tight onto the sheets. He then slid another finger into you sending you over the edge. He stopped sucking and went back to rubbing circles on your clit.

You were so sensitive as you felt yourself reach your high. He again picked up the pace making you arch your back. He moaned into your pussy as you gripped his hair tightly. He knew you were close and you didn’t even have to say it. He felt your walls grip around his fingers as he started to suck on your clit once again.

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you felt an orgasm coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and separated your thighs further. And at that moment you felt the knot in your stomach pop. A loud moan escaped your lips as you came. But he didn’t stop he continued to lick your clit. “Rick oh my god!” You screamed tugging on his hair.

You sat up and looked down and looked at the sight of Rick's face deep in your pussy. He slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His face and mouth were soaked and your juices were dripping from his beard. The sight was so beautiful you couldn’t help but stare at him. A smile formed on his face as he licked his lips. “You taste so good baby,” he cooed making you blush.

“Are you okay baby?” He asked you. “Holy shit I am now.” You breathed out letting out a soft giggle. “But now I want more of you.” You said pulling off your top. His eyes widened at your words. The thought of his dick deep in your pussy just excited him. He wasted no time and unbuttoned his shit. You watched him as he stripped for you. The moon hit beautifully on his skin as he stood in front of you shirtless. He reached to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He wrapped his fingers around his waistband and dropped his pants and underwear to the ground.

You saw how big he was and instantly breathed “Oh god.” Rick then got on top of you and started to kiss your neck. He then whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry I will go slow for you.” You grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. This kiss was slower than the other and more meaningful. “Are you ready?” He asked between the kiss. You slowly nodded rubbing your hand along his cheek.

Rick took his hand and guided it toward your entrance. He rubbed his tip across your soaking pussy making you whimper once again. He slowly pushed his tip into your pussy and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushed in some more causing you to hold onto his bicep tightly. Your nails softly dig into them.

He then finally pushed all the way in allowing his tip to kiss your cervix. You both moaned at the feeling of Rick deep in you. You were trying to adjust to his size and he was trying to adjust to your grip. Rick took a deep breath and planted another kiss on your lips.

“Wow you are so tight,” he whispered in your ear. “Just for you,” you breathed out. Rick let out a slight moan at your words. That shit just drove him crazy and you noticed. "I'm all yours Rick," you said into his ear. You then wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. "I'm yours y/n," he said attaching his lips to your neck and sucking.

He slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back into you. You both moaned at the sudden sensation. You reached for his back softly clawing at his skin. He kept thrusting into you at a slow pace making sure he wasn't hurting you. It was so nice for someone to be gentle with you and please you. You absolutely loved how Rick whispered sweet compliments on your neck.

You moved one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. "Rick faster please, I'm ready," you begged. He then started to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure and dug marks on his back. Rick let his lips press against yours, moaning into the kiss. He slowly lifted up putting his hands on under your thigh. He then pushed them up closer to your chest.

You looked back at him and nodded your head in agreement. And with one swift movement, he slammed into you. He hit your g-spot sending you into a trance. He started thrusting roughly in and out of you. You couldn't even moan your mouth was just left wide open. Rick on the open hand had his head thrown back as he started to moan loudly followed by sweet compliments, "Y/n, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I don't want to stop." You moaned in response to his words as he filled you with pleasure, "Rick. Baby. Harder."

He then looked back down at you "Fuck." he breathed. He was hesitant but he wanted to give you what you wanted. With one swift movement, he held you close to him with his left arm around your waist and anchored both of you with his right arm on the bed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck. He then started to thrust in you at an ungodly pace.

"Yes! Just like that baby!" you screamed as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around his dick causing Rick to grunt loudly. "Shit, you want it right there baby," he said in a breathy tone as he watched your eyes roll back in your head.

The room was filled with moans and the sound of the bed violently creaking. Rick put his head in the nock of your neck trying so hard not to cum. He wanted to please you for as long as possible. Giving you what you deserve.

You could tell Rick was getting tired by the sloppiness of his thrust. “Let me turn around, please. I want to get on my hands and knees” you moaned in his ear. He then slowly pulled out and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths while his hand trailed to your nipple. Slowly flicking it, sending an overstimulating sensation to your core.

You turned around and Rick looked down. He saw your pretty ass in the air which caused him to smack it. I little whimper came out of your mouth as you wiggled your ass in excitement. He then looked at his dick and saw your cream all over his dick. He wanted there to be more on it.

He rubbed your ass and lined up his dick with your entrance. He slowly pushed in your soaking wet pussy. “Fuck! Rick!” You screamed as this position reached your g-spot better. Before he could thrust in and out of you, you started to move back and forth on his dick. He was staying still and watching you slide on his dick.

He laid his hands on your ass and watched how your pussy was wrapped around his dick. “Holy shit baby,” he breathed throwing his head back. He was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely felt like he was in heaven when he was inside you.

He looked back down and saw that his handcuffs were still attached to his belt. He quickly reached down to the floor as you continued to move up and down. He looked back at you and grabbed one of your arms. He then cuffed one of your wrists. You gasped at the sudden metal that touched your skin. He then grabbed your other arm and cuffed the other wrist. This forced your chest to be pressed against the bed along with the side of your face.

You whimpered as you continued to move up and down on his dick, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He then grabbed onto your waist making you come to a halt. You felt his hand trail from your lower back to your shoulder. With one movement he grabbed onto the cuffs and your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest.

He then wrapped his hand around your throat. “You’re under arrest sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear. “What’s my punishment officer?” You whimpered. “Me filling you up with cum all the way to the brim.” He whispered letting go of your neck and the cuffs. This caused your chest to make contact with this bed again. “Fuck and cum in me officer.” You moaned.

Without hesitation, Rick started to thrust fast and steady into your core. This causes you to form a fist with your hands and Rick saw. You gripped around his dick as you felt him slide in and out of you. You felt your juices running down your thigh as he moaned your name. He was trusting in you so hard that the headboard attached to the bed started to knock against the wall, making a loud thud.

He was hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and your back to arch. You couldn’t believe this was happening. That Rick was balls deep into you giving you the love and affection you needed. “Spank me please,” you begged and Rick behaved. You heard a loud slap and a heat form on your ass. You moaned loudly as the contact sent a wave through your body.

“Ri-Rick,” you moaned as he continued to slap your ass multiple times while thrusting into you aggressively. He then pulled you up near his chest once again by the handcuffs still pumping at a steady pace. He reached his hand around your waist and his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit sending you into a spiral.

You were so close and Rick could tell by the way your pussy clenched around him. He was close himself and your grip around him didn’t make it any better. Your legs started to get weak as you felt a knot in your stomach. “Cum for me baby,” you heard Rick demand. You obeyed and were finally released. Your legs shook as you felt Rick fill you up with cum. Loud moans filled the air followed by heavy breathing.

Rick pulled out and stared at your pussy waiting for cum to spill out of you. Just as he wanted cum dripped out of your pussy and started to run down your thigh. Rick smacked your ass one more time causing you to moan his name once again. Your ass had his handprint all over it.

He turned you around and placed kisses all over you. He laid next to you and moved your hair out of your face. He flashed you a smile and asked “Are you okay? Did I go too hard?” You giggled and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. “No it was perfect,” you responded. You put your head on his chest and rubbed his beard.

“Oh shit I have to put the cake up!” You yelled and instantly got up placing a kiss on his lips. He sighed and a cute smile formed on his face as he heard you run down the stairs.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #officer rick #officer friendly

[daydreamgoddess14]

Rebecca Welton's F*** You, Ted Tour

MASTERLIST

I have literally no idea where this came from. It stated out as a lighthearted homage to Hannah Waddingham's fantastic social life but it grew just a little bit bigger and a bit more angsty! Ahh well there's a happy ending at least!

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Rebecca Welton and friends having fun in the VIP area at Glastonbury watching Elton John. 

Cowboy boots. She was wearing fucking Cowboy boots and shorts. With glittery face paint across her cheekbone and Keeley Jones under her arm. She looked free, unburdened, wild. Ted felt all of his blood rush south. Fortunately he was in his car. And alone. 

A week later, another sighting. 

Rebecca Welton attends the Men's European Under-21 Championship Final at the Adjarabet Arena, Georgia. Ms Welton saw the England team beat Spain and is no doubt looking at potential players to join AFC Richmond.

Seeing her at a football match, Higgins by her side was like being at home again. He pushed the thought away. 

Another week later, a veritable flurry of sightings. 

Saturday: Rebecca Welton attends Wimbledon with friends. She's pictured here with the AFC Richmond Captain, Isaac McAdoo and his sister.

God, that white sundress was something else. He scrolled through picture after picture of her laughing and pulling faces until his vision swam and he couldn't see any more. 

Sunday: Rebecca Welton attends the British Formula 1 Grand Prix at Silverstone with her Goddaughter. 

Formula 1? Formula fucking 1? He had no idea that she was even a fan of the sport until she was interviewed on the track and he had to hear her voice, hear her laugh. And goddammit if she didn't suddenly spill stats from her gorgeous mouth. 

"Are you having fun Ms Welton?"

"I am. Looking forward to a fantastic race and hopefully a British winner on the podium."

"And are you ready for the new season in a couple of weeks? When do you plan to announce the new gaffer?"

"Ready and raring to go. New manager will be announced next week."

She was then pictured giving Pep Guardiola a warm hug and the pair posed for a photograph together. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

Sunday: Rebecca Welton attends Bruce Springsteen at BST Hyde Park with AFC Richmond Coach, Roy Kent and Head of KBPR, Keeley Jones.

How the heck did she go from Formula 1 to Bruce Springsteen in the space of an afternoon?! She was with Keeley again, and Roy. The women pictured with hands in the air, dancing wildly and singing along. One of his biggest regrets was not asking her to dance more. 

Apart from anything else, she must be exhausted. He hadn't really noticed her in the media much when he’d lived in the UK, but now, she seemed to be everywhere. Every weekend a different sporting event or gig. In light of his departure, Ted had taken it upon himself to avoid contact as much as possible. To put up the fences around his heart - he learned it from the best. But here she was, week in and week out making it impossible. 

She was on the 'Rebecca Welton Fuck You, Ted Tour'. 

He could have made life easier on himself, sure. Turned off the Google alerts for her name (former married name, and maiden name). Maybe uninstalled Instagram. But that all seemed a bit extreme. He could do this. He could go cold turkey. He definitely, absolutely did not need to look at every single notification. And the phantom notifications as well when he was so sure he'd heard his phone ping (it hadn't). He'd then have to check the volume was up on his phone - wouldn't want to miss a call or message from Henry (he never did). The worst bit was that Henry was seeing the same posts and articles.

“Dad! Are you kidding me - we could have seen Elton John?!”

“Dad, dad, dad! She went to a FINAL and the England team WON and we could have been there!”

“Fast. Cars. Dad. I could have had such a badass summer, instead I’m still in boring Kansas!” Ted had explained his reasoning for coming home to both Henry and Michelle but both seemed so… disappointed in him. Certainly more disappointed than Dottie had been during her visit - and that was really saying something. 

“We were just so excited for a really fun summer, Ted. That’s all. I’d booked an AirB&B between Richmond and the city, Henry and I were picking out shows to go and watch. I’d signed up for pre-release Wimbledon tickets - turns out I didn’t need to, I could have just asked Rebecca! We had so much planned.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Oh, you move over 4000 miles back to the US without consulting me and all I get is ‘oh’?”

“I didn’t realise I had to consult my ex wife in order to move closer to my son.”

“You know that’s not what I mean. Don’t twist my words because you’re angry with yourself for leaving and angry with Rebecca for daring to live her life.” He looked up, shocked. “I’ve seen her out and about the last few weeks - having fun. Bit of a contrast to when I last spoke to her, when I could barely understand what she was saying she was crying so hard.”

“I’m sorry, what? When did you speak to her?”

“I shouldn’t have-”

“Michelle, when?” He stressed.

“You were on the flight back here. She said she was at the airport and she wanted to apologise to me. She said she’d tried so hard to make things work for you in both countries. She asked me to look out for you once you got back. Wanted me to really make sure that you’d be ok. She was worried about you, she was… heartbroken, Ted. Utterly heartbroken.” Ted managed to find a kitchen chair before his legs gave out. “You foolish man. Did you really not have a clue?” He shook his head. “And now you’re torturing yourself every time she’s photographed leaving the house.”

“I had no idea she’d called you.”

“She didn’t want you to know. She just wanted to be certain that you’d have someone here to check in on you. I guess she knew you’d struggle with being away from the club. She clearly knows you better than you know yourself.” He gave an empty laugh. “But she’s not ok, Ted.”

“She looks it, she looks incre-. Never mind, she looks fine.”

“You were right the first time, she does look incredible. She’s also still heartbroken. Look at the pictures of her, Ted. Really look at her. That smile never reaches her eyes, she’s hanging by a thread.” She patted him on the shoulder and left him alone. He reached for his phone and scrolled back through. Michelle was right, he really concentrated, noted the tension in her shoulders, the dullness in her eyes, the automated smiles, and made a decision. 

“Chelle, I need to-”

“Yes you do, Ted. You need to get on that 'Fuck You, Ted Tour' before the tickets sell out.” He looked incredulous. “What? That’s what she’s doing! Hoping that keeping busy and mentally saying ‘fuck you’ to you will heal her. Now pull yourself together and book a damn flight.”

“What about Henry, what about you?”

“We’re fine, we’ll figure it out. I’ll book something to join you next week and we’ll work it out once your brain is not completely at capacity.”

“My mom?”

“Should never have made you feel the way she did. The only person who can confirm what kind of dad you are, is Henry and guess what? He loves you, he’s happy and he wants you to be happy. That’s all there is, your mom’s opinion on this counts for nothing.”

He was at the airport before Henry was out of school.

From his flight, he arranged a place to stay and let Beard know of his impromptu visit. It took what felt like forever for a reply to come through. Eventually, he responded with a to the point: The boss is at a Bon Voyage party this afternoon for the Lionesses before they travel to Australia for the World Cup. It’s being held at the Sky Gardens. Keeley has called them up and added you to the guest list. Helpfully, Beard had also included a link with the location. Ted hadn’t specified a return date, and Beard didn’t ask. He stared at the invite email, which had just landed in his inbox. Go get her. The follow-up message arrived, interrupting his pensive freaking-out. He landed at Heathrow in jeans and a button-down shirt. Hardly the right attire for a red carpet event for women’s football. He sent a vaguely panicked message to the Diamond Dogs message thread and received a reply from Trent: It’s not about the clothes, it’s about the man. Stop stalling and go. So he did. Straight onto the train, straight into the city and then, following the directions on his phone to the looming skyscraper, which appeared to lean down to look at him. With the Sky Garden closed for the event, there was no queue, so he made his way to the front desk and handed them his phone with the invite on screen. They cross checked his information with their list and he was directed to the elevators with an “I’m sorry sir, the event has already started but you’re welcome to go straight up to join the attendees.”

The view was spectacular. Not the view across the Thames of the Shard, though that was impressive. The view of the who’s who of women’s football. England Lionesses milled around talking to club owners, managers and other players. Sponsors and executives filled the gaps and servers held trays of champagne aloft. He could already see Rebecca through the crowd, he could always see her. She hadn’t seen him yet. He made his way through the sea of people until he was spotted by the person she was speaking with. He had no idea who they were, but they knew him.

“Coach Lasso! What a pleasant surprise!” Rebecca, who still had her back to him, spun around so fast that the heel of her shoe twisted underneath her, sending her slipping backwards. He dashed out an arm to catch her at the waist and used his other hand to pull her up to standing. He could feel her trembling in his hands, she let go as soon as she was upright and able to, her eyes not moving from him.

“Well, I just had to see off the Lionesses and wish them luck for the World Cup.”

“I’m so glad you came. Rebecca, we’ll catch up later.” The woman patted her arm gently and left them alone. As alone as they could be in a room of a couple of hundred people. Rebecca grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and chugged it. 

“Crushed it, boss.” He murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing here?” She hissed. He hesitated.

“I’m not entirely sure. Can we go somewhere? Can we talk?”

“You can talk here. I’m busy.”

“I noticed. You’ve had a stacked out few weeks. Tennis, Formula 1, gigs.”

“Keeping tabs on me? I had a husband who did that once upon a time.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t need to be. I’m on my 'Fuck You, Ted' pity party where I go around and live my life like you didn’t leave a big gaping fucking hole in it.”

“I’ve been refering to it as the 'Rebecca Welton Fuck You, Ted Tour'.” He shrugged, she stared. “I’m worried about you,” he repeated. “Your smile ain’t the same, you’re tense.”

“Fuck you, Ted. These things happen when the person you love decides to walk away without even trying. Without even considering other options."

"I didn't have another option."

"Yes, Ted, you did. But you were so hellbent on being right that you chose not to see it. So now you have to live with the consequence of being wrong and seeing the truth. It's the shitty equivalent of having your cake and eating it."

"God, I love it when you talk like this. You're incredible."

"Do you know what, Ted? I know I am. It's taken a lot for me to see it, and at first, you were the biggest help in doing that. Then you fucked off back to America and I had to start all over again. So again, for what feels like the millionth time, fuck you. I'm not going to let you switch me on and off like a sodding light bulb. Excuse me, I have people to speak to here." She brushed past him. He caught her hand just in time, but she tugged it away from him and stepped outside onto the large viewing platform. He watched as she shook her hands and body out, trying to loosen up and relax, but it wasn't long before she clutched her chest, panic creeping across her face. He was pushing through the doors before she'd even had a chance to turn towards the window to seek him out. He maneuvered them to a corner of the terrace. The terror in her eyes broke his heart. He took one of her hands and placed it on his chest and then did the same with his own hand. Her heart pounded against his palm. 

"Breath like me, baby. Nice and slowly in…." her free hand fisted at his shirt, anchoring her to him, "and out, slowly now, baby, I got you. Slowly, Becca, sweetheart." It took a couple of cycles before she was breathing regularly enough to let go of him, and another couple before she was able to speak. "I'll get you some water." He whispered once he was sure she was OK to leave for a moment. He kissed her forehead and let her rest. When he returned, he had water in one hand and champagne in the other. "Pick your poison, sweetheart." She took and downed the water and then took the champagne. He accepted a couple of chairs from a porter and guided her into the seat. 

"Thank you. I can usually… I can usually stop them in time. I was just so angry, I couldn't focus." He took her hand and looked out at the view. "Why are you here, Ted?" Her voice cracked. 

"Because I love you. And I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to tell you before I left. Thank you for being the brave one."

"Fuck you for leaving. And thank you for coming home." She smiled over the edge of her glass, her heart rate recovering.

"Will you call off the 'Fuck You, Ted tour'?" She leaned in towards him, her eyes flicking down to his lips. 

"Depends, will you call off being an oblivious fool?"

"Think I can probably work on that, yeah," he chuckled before wrapping a gentle hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss. 

Rebecca Welton and Ted Lasso enjoyed the view at the Sky Gardens today at a leaving party for the Lionesses before they travel to Australia for the World Cup.

"Mom, look!" Henry pushed the article into Michelle's hands. 

"It's about time, huh buddy?" She smiled. 

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#ted lasso #tedbecca #tedlassoedit #ted and rebecca #rebecca welton #ted lasso fanfiction #rebecca x ted #ted lasso fic

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS (PT 4)

Meanwhile, in Boston, the GG's arrive at Creepy Sherry's baby shower. Although Lorelai only intended to drop Rory off and skedaddle to do some shopping, Creepy Sherry lures Lorelai into the affair with the offer of free food and booze. The first half of the event is fairly unremarkable. Sherry isn't exhibiting the same alarmingly weird behavior around Rory as she did the first time she met her (YET). Crusty's incoming spawn will be named Georgia “GiGi”. As far as which Gilmore Girls infant’s life is more fucked just by virtue of being born, Gigi or Doula, at least Gigi has a slight positive advantage by having a normal name. Crusty's apartment is way too nice for a human cockroach to be living in. Sherry claims Christopher doesn't care whether his child is a boy or girl and why would he it's not like he's going to be spending any time with it whether it be boy girl or four eyed purple martian.

Sherry.... ran over a bunch of people with her car and her friend helped her cover it up? The tone in this woman's voice and Sherry’s non response to this accusation are way too netural to tell if she's kidding or not. I tried Googling whether or not this was a reference to some current event of the day (did some celebrity run down a bunch of people with a car in the early 2000s?) but it was inconclusive. Edit: thank you @katereads for confirming that there was indeed a publicist who rammed her car into a group of people in the early 2000s and this is likely what CreepySherry's friend is referencing. It made big headlines at the time and Lizzie Grubman was a household name and late night talk show fodder. I knew I wasn't dreaming that.

I'm sexually attracted to painstakingly alphabetized collections of things and I hate that this beauty resides in Crusty's home.

Women are always cleaning up after useless men on this show.

I beg to differ.

The party continues with little incident as the ladies play silly baby shower games. Lorelai and Rory are uncomfortable because they're quirky and Not Like The Other Basics and Rory kinda looks she has been swallowed alive by social anxiety nearly to the point of tears and Lorelai's pop culture references & jokes don't land causing awkward silences (again). Rory performs some truly ear-splitting karaeoke. Lorelai provides Sherry with her special brand of very helpful commentary.

Okay "I have to childbirth at 5pm" is hilarious. No ine is asking the important question. How did Crusty manage to land this intelligent, beautiful and ambitious over achiever? She claims to live less than 3 miles from Harvard University, yet Crusty is the best man the entire city of Boston has to offer?

Says Sherry as Christopher's first baby that she's at least somewhat aware he had no contact with for 16 years sits feet away from her. Pregnancy hormones have scrambled her brains and she's talking complete nonsense. (but she's clearly already lost her marbles long ago seeing as she had sex with Christopher to begin with).

That is...a thing someone wrote.

This is the distance Sherry claims she lives from Harvard. How utterly convenient. Some very casual and not scientific Googling where I could very well be wrong tells me that the distances between the closest points in Boston proper to Harvard are a lot further than this, more like 5+ miles, but okay. Fine. It's close enough. It's tv. Sherry and Crusty might also live in a Boston-adjacent area and everyone is like eh close enough, let's call it Boston anyway, like Dean saying he's from Chicago the city but he was actually raised in Chicago's sewers. Honestly I just wanted an excuse to go on a side quest to determine if AmyShermanPalladino pulls these numbers completely out of her ass or if there's some research behind it. Like where 22.8 miles from Yale lands you on a map. Sherry claims she doesn't like children and never planned to get pregnant but Crusty got her pregnant anyway, quelle surprise. Hooo boy! Creepy Sherry's about to turn up the Over Familiarity to Eleven.

I cannot be the only person who finds this woman's strange behavior toward Rory alarming. Why do you always want to get so close to Rory, creepy lady? Worry about your own CrustySpawn now. Dial it back. Creepy Sherry is just chock full of presumptions ain't she. Among her wild presumptions are: 1) that Rory will get accepted to Harvard/ that she won't end up at another school entirely 2) that she actually cares about having a half sister 3) that she actually wants to spend every minute of her free time in college with Crusty and an unfamiliar infant 4) that Crusty will still be around when the baby is born 5) that Rory in any way shape or form consented to any of these plans 6) that Rory's visible extreme discomfort upon hearing these ideas is just something to be ignored 7) (as Lorelai points out a moment later) that given the choice she will prefer to spend her weekends with Crusty and Sherry instead of with her own mother who is she is extremely close to. The only assumption that Sherry has correct is that Rory is going to have virtually no life in college besides academics and couldn't use "I'm too busy" as an excuse to escape forced after-school bonding with her father, creepy stepmother and emotionally neglected half-sister.

This...doesn't make a molecule of sense. Lorelai's nephew is Jess, lol. Ain't that grand. I wish Luke and Lorelai had gotten married a lot earlier for no other reason than Jess could start calling her Auntie as soon as possible and call her that all the time. Just to fucking piss her off.

Another round of applause for the prop food on this show. Incredible.

I am of the belief that Crusty has a sniper perched on a rooftop with a red laser dot aimed at Sherry's head and she has to praise him at all times to anyone who will listen, even though everything she says is about how great he is is complete baloney, or it's lights out. Well, this was originally my conspiracy theory as to why Lorelai feels the need to constantly praise Dean and I'm carrying it over. Besides blackmail, hypnosis, a voodoo curse, or brainwashing, there's really no other explanation in either of these cases. Sherry continues that Crusty's supposed attentiveness which is totally a real thing that's happening right now comes as a shock to her because she initially thought Christopher was going to leave her to become a single mother. Now where would she ever get that idea? It was apparently something Lorelai did or said that inspired him to return to Sherry when she would have been better off raising the kid alone like Lorelai did. What did Lorelai do exactly? They did the horizontal mambo at her friend's wedding and then he skedaddled. Please, fill me in Creepy Sherry.

We know what happened. Please don't make me relive it in my memory. There's no way that 1 and a half minutes of boinking between Lorelai and Christopher was THAT good. If you blink, you'll miss Sherry admitting to Lorelai that she almost had an abortion.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #creepy sherry #rory gilmore #crusty #Take The Deviled Eggs #Gilmore Girls Season 3 #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #tdde

[sam-loves-seb]

part 1 | part 2

the fruity four but make it hollywood au (2/x)

thinking about makeup artist robin and stunt double steve, both young and inexperienced and new to the area, maybe 19ish, who meet on the set of their first gig--a small commercial about auto insurance where steve has to pretend to crash a car and then robin has to cover him in fake bruises and blood--and become instant friends. robin and steve who are both sleeping on couches of a friend of a friend, who barely scrap together enough money to get an apartment together but they do it.

they work odd jobs to make rent in between gigs. steve refs basketball games on the weekends. robin does face paint at children's birthday parties. it's anything but glamorous, but they wouldn't trade this life for the world. not when they're booking one commercial every three months, not when they sign on to their first tv shows, not when they walk the red carpet together at steve's first leading role movie premiere and the internet goes crazy thinking they're a couple.

they keep living together long after they can both afford their own places--"we're both on locations half the year anyways, i feel like i barely see you enough as it is"--trading in grungy one bedroom spaces for a sold, stable two bedroom apartment big enough for a kitchen and a living room, then upgrading again a few years later to a deluxe sky view tenth floor apartment big enough for a guest room.

it's paradise, living with your best friend. until your best friend gets a boyfriend and falls stupidly in love.

"Robin," steve tries to reason with her. "I'm not leaving the building--hell, i'm not even leaving our floor. I'll be two doors down!"

steve moving in with eddie munson was not on robin's bingo card, but here they are, packing boxes and saying goodbye.

"For fuck's sake," Steve groans. "It's not goodbye--I'm literally coming over tomorrow to watch Bake Off with you."

"You better be."

and so, steve moves out, moves in down the hall with eddie, and robin has to wallow in her apartment all alone for another two weeks before her next job is set to start shooting in georgia. the two weeks are fine, she can live by herself for two weeks, but it's the knowing that she's always going to be coming back to an empty apartment that kills her.

until eddie gets a brilliant idea.

"I have a friend," he tells her one night, when steve is passed out with his head on eddie's lap and it's just eddie and robin watching this week's episode of survivor. "She's been living in Paris for the last year, shooting a handful of French indie films, but she's coming back to LA next month."

Robin raises a brow. "So?"

"So..." Eddie shrugs, running his hand through Steve's hair. "She has her own place in the hills, but she usually crashes in my guest room when she's in town. She'd never admit it, but I don't think she really likes living alone--and I don't blame her. But it's hard finding real fucking friends in our lines of work."

"Eddie, what the hell is your--"

"Have you ever considered getting another roommate?"

and that is how robin finds herself living with famed child/teen actress nancy wheeler, who wears choppy bangs and dark eye makeup that definitely do not go with the family-friendly sitcom star persona she wore for almost a decade.

robin thinks she likes this nancy better, even if she does smoke cigarettes like they're going out of style.

(how eddie munson and nancy wheeler ever became friends in the first place is story for another place and time, but as robin watches nancy smile for the first time in a week when eddie comes over, she makes a mental note to find steve tomorrow and get the full story.)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | ko-fi

#should part 3 be the beginnings of ronance or how eddie met nancy? #i'm gonna write them both dw #but which one comes next hmmmm #fruity four hollywood au #fruity four #hollywood au #stobin hc #stobin au #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve x robin #robin x steve #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #ronance #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things au #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfic #steddie au #ronance au #my steddie au #my ronance au #my steddie posts #my ronance posts

[glorious-blackout]

My Year in Gigs

Seeing as we're nearing the end of the year, I thought I'd look back on the amazing shows I've been lucky enough to attend in 2023 and resurrect my Post-Concert Depression with a definitive ranking 😅💚

Eurovision Semi Final One - Live Show: Absolute dream-come-true experience. Loved every minute, the crowd was so kind and supportive towards every act, and I got to see most of my faves steal the show and advance to the finals 🥰 

Muse (Dublin) : My second Muse gig of the year was even more of a blast than the first! Absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the joy of finally seeing Butterflies and Hurricanes and Apocalypse Please live 😭 

Queens of the Stone Age: Josh Homme arrived onstage, called us all crazy motherfuckers, expressed a sincere desire to get fucked in the ass by a Scottish dude, then called his guitarist a 500-year-old vampire before flirting shamelessly with him. 10/10, no notes. Oh yeah, and the music slapped too.

Käärijä: Half hilarious stand-up show, half incredible party with insanely fun, energetic songs. One of the most enjoyable gigs I’ve ever been to and I would pay good money to fly to Finland solely to see Käärijä play a gig on his home turf. 

Muse (Bellahouston Park): My boys were incredible as ever and I had a genuinely great time at this gig, but it gets demoted a little due to the torrential rain cutting our setlist short and making me ill 😅 Would have been an easy third place had technical difficulties not robbed me of the chance to see Verona live... 

Go_A: If you’ve never been to a Ukrainian Folk-Rave before, I can highly recommend it! Go_A were simply phenomenal with great energy that had us dancing all night. Highlight of the show was Ihor delivering a badass flute solo while Kateryna went backstage to recharge her awesomeness. 

Sparks: These guys have been making consistently excellent music for decades and still have more energy and enthusiasm than most young bands could ever dream of possessing. Such a wonderful set filled with amazingly quirky songs both old and new. 

Joker Out: It says a lot about the high quality of shows on this list that I’ve had to rank these guys so low. In any other year they’d be a clear contender for top three! The energy from both the band and crowd were insane, the boys were clearly in awe of having a venue full of Scots singing along with them in Slovene, and I need the Demoni scream injected directly into my veins 😈 

Arctic Monkeys: This ranking has almost nothing to do with the band themselves who delivered a great show, but looking back on it I’ve just had to accept that I wasn’t having a good time during a large chunk of this gig. The crowd in my section were rowdy to the point where I couldn’t hear or see anything and I was wasting all my energy trying not to get shoved. My depression was also playing up to the point where I was struggling to get excited over songs I dearly love and I just felt unwell and burnt out all night. The second half was a definite improvement as we’d moved to a calmer area by the time they brought out The Car songs, but by the end I was just exhausted and desperate for home. Would see them again in a heartbeat in a more intimate indoor venue, but I think I’ll avoid any of their big stadium tours in future 😅 

Busted: Honestly, I had a much nicer time at this gig compared to Arctic Monkeys. The nostalgia alone of singing along to ‘Thunderbirds Are Go’ at the top of my lungs is always a special moment. But I can’t pretend for a second that Busted’s music comes anywhere close to the quality of Arctic Monkeys’ recent output, so they’re a very reluctant last place on my list of generally incredible gig experiences 😅 

Best Support Act: Nova Twins by a country mile. I may have fallen slightly in love with Georgia and her incredible bass skills. It was easy to see why Muse invited them on tour because they seemed so at-ease in a massive arena 😊  

Here's to (hopefully) more amazing gigs in 2024! I'd love to hear about some of the great shows that you guys attended this year as well 🥰💖

#honourable mention to Lord of the Lost who I had tickets for but ultimately couldn't see because I was too sick; I'm still sad I missed them #and also to Voyager who I'm sure would have put on an amazing show - looking forward to seeing them after Danny kicks cancer's ass #my gigs #muse #muse band #queens of the stone age #käärijä #go_a #sparks #joker out #arctic monkeys #busted

[alcestas-sloboda]

People criticising Olens Zelenska‘s Vogue photoshoot what’s wrong with you?

the whole „how can I take this war seriously when they are posing for pictures?“ is the dumbest shit ever and another proof that the world views Ukraine as some underdeveloped poor country. even from the shelters I can write how fucking dumb you all are because as most of Ukrainians, I have a phone and access to the internet which is one of the best in Europe actually.

another thing the frontline is big but it’s not the whole country. our soldiers are doing everything possible and impossible to stop the occupation forces. only because of them the occupied areas are not expending. the suffering that people undergo there is unimaginable. If you don’t know what is „izolyatsia“, then look it up now. There are hundreds of it in occupied regions. My moral obligation to this people is to spread information about their suffering, make the world uncomfortable because that is the only way the world reacts.

People like me, who are fortunated enough to live in “peaceful” cities, are an informational army. We make videos, write essays, create hashtags and try to make them viral. The only reason that the world is still talking about Ukraine is because of Ukrainians. I will do everything for the world to remember Ukraine before they go to sleep every night.

Olena Zelenska is the same here. She has more means for that. She created a summit of First Ladies and Gentlemen for this. She did this photoshoot for the same reason.

If not for Ukrainians, people would have already forgotten about this war, as they did with Syria, Palestine, Yemen, Georgia, Moldova and so many others.

Ukraine’s main asset is the people and our main asset is Ukraine. Without it, the world doesn’t make sense.

#this is not structured #there are mistakes #but I’m fucking pissed so here you go #war in ukraine

[undeadscience]

I am kind of in a recent burst of motivation and I kind of want to keep the wave going so I am going to post this to commit to doing it IRL.

I want to work on organizing IRL. I am not sure what the best form for this is for me, since I live in a relatively conservative area in Georgia, but I want that to change. I have lived here basically my whole life and I know that not everybody will like everything I have to say but rednecks are very about caring about their own. I think all I have to do is convince them that 'their own' is everybody here, not just their direct kin group.

I want to kill the alt-right movement. While going out and killing the people that are alt-right would accomplish this, I feel that would ultimately just leave the mechanisms for someone else to fill the vacuum and I would either be dead or in prison. The best way I think to accomplish my goal would to actually make this place better and to very much let it be known that an anarchist did it with anarchist ideas.

Wish me luck everybody...

#anarchism #anti capitalism

[southeastdiscovery]

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#best town to live in georgia #best places to live in pensacola #best place to live in pensacola fl #best areas to live in georgia #hampton lake

[peoplepersonoaktree]

Is this how I reply to comments like this? Idk. Anyway~

@banana-pancake5 if you actually wanted me to answer this, here-

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GONNA BE LONG-

Hopefully not too long- I'll try not to rant too much, we'll se tho

so, the Au is your basic, “what if Mikey wasn’t able to open a portal?” Au, which has been done a whole lot, I know, but oh well. I’ve been working on it since like, July and I’ve only gotten to pg 19, so idk if I’ll ever finish it.

so, one day, in like, mid June, when I first started actually trying to draw the turtles, I started drawing a thing in this little baby sketchbook I have, based on the song “Georgia” by Jonah Kagen. And then I sent it to my friend. And then it grew and we eventually came up with this and this entire storyline. We just kinda plotted this thing out where like, two weeks after the invasion, Donnie starts getting these weird visions of Leo in the prison dimension because why not, and tries to get him back with Casey's help or whatever because he thinks that these visions mean that Leo's still alive. Here’s the original pictures because I think they can be in here-

Idk. I didn’t know how to draw clothes and still don’t 😃👍

I don’t think I’ll ever post the comic on tumblr or anywhere because I probably won’t ever finish it, but if I get to a certain point in the comic, (which is way far away) maybe I will. Idk.

*Cough* and then I also have a mini thing where I turned them all into mushroom people but that's a whole different thing-

NOW TO THE KID’S SHOW WHICH IS THE PART I’M ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT~

Like I said in this post, my friend texted me at like, 2 am on a school night, and was like, "Hey, hey hey... wanna write and animate a kid's show w/ me??" and I said heck yeah because I definitely have time for that. I asked her if she had any idea for what it would be about or anything like that and she did not, so we just kinda... pulled something out of the ground the next day and I ended up getting obsessed.

So, the kid's show...

We haven't figured out a name for it because we're both indecisive, which is... bad if you're trying to get something done. But we got characters and half a storyline settled!

So, the show is centered around four main characters, Atlas (A deer), Fern (A fox), Nutmeg (Mouse), and M I L D R E D (a chickadee). They're also in the post linked above.

The show would be about these four, going on little adventures, exploring the forest where they live, discovering odd creatures (thinking about adding in a few Acorn Creetchurs because that would be fun) and just living life

but as the series continues, the colors start to get more muted and the backgrounds start to get more gray, as if the life is being drained out of the forest.

one day, while exploring, they come upon this odd sort of... black goop that's spreading across the forest floor, infecting and killing everything it comes into contact with. Then, the four of them have to find a way to stop the spread of this odd goop. This goop represents pollution/deforestation, and we have a few ideas for how the goop started, one of my favorites being that it's controlled by some sort of animal spirit that grew up in a heavily polluted area and died at a young age because of the conditions and the only reason it's spreading is because it wants to be able to breathe fresh air and drink clean water for once, but it can't, because everything it touches immediately becomes polluted.

We both went into this knowing absolutely N O T H I N G about animating, so it'll probably be a few years until we're actually able to do anything with this, if we do anything with it.

That- that little animation is the most I can do with animation. That's the best I got.

#holy crap that's a lot- #I hope this is everything #hopefully it's not just my adhd rambling an it actually makes sense #idk how to draw deer guys #art #sketch #my art #rottmnt #acorn creetchurs #rottmnt au #kid's show #atlas the deer #nutmeg the mouse #fern the fox #mildred the chickadee #I also don't know how to draw birds #animation #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rise of the tmnt #digital art #i hate tags sm #that's enough I think #I might delete this because I hate my ramblings- #Acorn ramble #posting this late so I go to sleep and can't check tumblr every 2 mins to see if anything happened-

[gisellelx]

Twilight Advent Calendar, Day 5

Dec. 5 - What is each Cullen's favorite college major so far? What new major should they should try someday?

Masterpost/Prompts

Jake: got bored while Renesmee was in medical school. He started at what was at the time Paris Diderot in math, hoping to shore up for a Mechanical Engineering program eventually. He sidetracked into programming, and after he finished his short course, started working on Ruby on Rails. It feels a lot like working on cars, including the triumph of getting the thing running.

Renesmee: hasn't experienced multiple majors yet, so her medical studies are it. She wanted some distance from her grandfather's preference for trauma medicine (plus, she feels a little inferior in that her human half makes her a little less bright and a little less fast than her father or grandfather) and was originally headed for obstetrics until COVID hit. She's proud of having been able to be of such great use during the hardest parts of the pandemic, but like many doctors, she's burned out and is thinking about just straight up pursuing French literature the next go-round.

Bella: Also hasn't had lots of time to pursue many degrees but she worked her way through the content of a bachelor's degree while Renesmee was growing up in Forks, and then felt comfortable with Edward's offer to forge a transcript for her so that she could take an M.Phil at Cambridge in English Literature while Renesmee was in medical school. She's joked to Edward that she'd like to study neuropsych so that she can understand his messed up head better, but the longer this joke has been going on, the more she thinks she'd actually like to do it.

Jasper: loves history and has taken several degrees in it. He wanted to become a specialist in the American Civil War but he kept getting into fights with his professors (once the Cullens had to move because he was ranting so hard about what the Civil War was actually like that he tipped several people off). So he's actually an expert in the Almohad Caliphate and has two very obscure books on the topic published by almost unknown university presses. He also enjoys philosophy, especially Eastern philosophy, but has not done advanced work in it. He's the only person apart from Carlisle in the family to have published books.

Alice: took one one of her greatest challenges in hiding her vampirism to study dance under one of Balanchine's top students in the 1970s. She doesn't care much for formal education, but she's thought she might like to pursue a degree at the Fashion Institute of Technology the next time the family lives in the area.

Emmett: moved with Rosalie to Knoxville for a brief stint in the 1990s, where he studied kinesiology. Like Alice, he doesn't much care for the value of formal education, but he has a degree from the University of Tennessee and he's damn proud of it. If he does more than just hide in college sometime again, he basically just wants to go back there. In addition to Maria, he's a big reason the Cullens can't live in the southern US—they're afraid that if Emmett is within a reasonable run of Alabama or Georgia, he'll just go there and stir shit on behalf of the Vols.

Rosalie: is proudest of her medical training and how she can best Edward at it. But she also enjoys her mechanical engineering studies and is immensely proud of the things she's been able to invent thanks to them. She has been loath to study early childhood education, because she always thought it would make her too depressed, but after helping raise Renesmee, she's thinking that might be the next one she does.

Esme: most loved her M.Eng. in architectural engineering, which she received in the 1980s. While studying architecture felt challenging and transgressive because she was born in an era where advanced schooling at all for women was rare, it still felt enough like "art" to feel like something a woman should do. Architectural engineering, on the other hand, put her toe to toe with mostly men, and with her brains and her experience, she smoked them every single day. She was embarrassed for being so proud of it but Carlisle reveled in her joy and the way her success brought out an uncharacteristic braggadocio. She enjoyed the mathematics of it immensely, and if she did a new degree for fun, it might be in more theoretical mathematics. But the pandemic has opened up a world of opportunity for her for work (by @palmofafreezinghand) and she doesn't foresee that happening again soon.

Edward: would tell you his happiest time has been getting his two medical degrees of course, because he idolizes his sire. But in the 1940s, Carlisle shipped him off to Juilliard to study jazz piano. His mother had always wanted him to go there, and it gave him a great deal of peace to finally do what she wanted. After the pandemic, he's giving some thought to biochemistry, because he's seen the fact that he might actually be able to have an impact on the world like Carlisle does, and he's desperate to feel useful. (And he's suffering with anxiety about becoming an empty nester.)

Carlisle: mostly studies medicine of course and adores it, but his favorite course of study was his Ph.D. in musicology, specializing in the Baroque period. The book he published from his dissertation raised new questions about which compositions should be attributed to Bach and which should not and why won a first book award for its novelty, which was funny since he was mostly relying on his direct knowledge rather than his research.

His most meaningful degree, however, is his doctor of divinity from Chicago Theological Seminary. Like Edward, it was closing a loop of what his parent wanted him to do, but in it he found meaning and peace and closure he didn't realize he was missing.

#twilghtadvent23 #my headcanons #sorry for the length #academics is kinda my jam #cullen family #Edward driving Bella to study neuropsych is a longstanding headcanon of mine

[legendofmorons]

Where in the south I think the boys would be from.

Hello as someone who had to leave the south becuase of life I miss things. Not all things, but some.

Also, I swear if my state dosen’t start to embrace sweet tea and porches, I'm gonna riot. /j

Four

Louisiana

I can't tell you why exactly he's from here but I feel like he is

He lives on the water with his uncle

Best blacksmith in town and makes a lotta horseshoes

Hyrule

Alabama

He's real sweet and grew up away from people raised by his big sister and mom

Hates when people imply he's inbred

Practices folk healing and is better than most doctors

Legend

Texas

He just is man I dunno

His Pegasus boots are his main shoe

Has a cowboy hat but only wears it when he's dragged line dancing

He's got his grandparents' ranch house

Sky

Kentucky

Dunno why specifically I just feel like he is

Has a porch swing and likes to sir in it with Zelda

Plays a lot of solitaire on his porch

Time

East Tennessee right outside the Appalachian mountains

He grew up in the mountains and has seen some real shit

A real follower of the 'no you didn't ' rule

His porch his painted, haint blue

Enters Epona into gorse competitions and she always wins

Twilight

Texas

He's a farm boy from texas

Wears jeans well into the 90s (Fahrenheit)

Keeps sweet tea in his fridge year round

Has a bottle tree

Warriors

Bible belt

More specifically, South Carolina

He knows how to go line dance and square dance, embraces it

He's a southern gentleman and probably escorted a debutante (especially his Zelda)

Wild

Florida.

He's the Florida man

Best headline? 'Florida man annihilates possessed hog with the power of friendship and feral queerness.'

OR he's from somewhere in the Appalachian woods and just does whatever he wants

Wind

Florida

He loves sweet tea but lives fir the ocean

He's from the not really southern area of florida

But it's okay I adopt him as southern

Fierce

The Appalachian mountains, he's the criptid

Crawls outta a hidden cabin and passes out knives to stray kids for protection

First

Georgia

Loves peach cobbler and will fight you if you say your family has a better recipie than his

A proper gentleman who can waltz

Likes to take his dates to a creek to watch fireflies

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes

[shadyufo]

Hi, I have a quick question about degreasing! Im working on a fox skull; I had buried the animal about 2.5 years ago, but due to covid and some other circumstances, I only was able to dig it up recently. The soil it was buried in had a lot of clay in it too. The flesh was gone when I dug it up but the skull is this weird brown-ish/red-ish color. Is that just the grease stuck in the bone or do you think it’s possible the clay may have stained it? And if it did, will peroxide help at all with that later on? Also, how often should you change the water while degreasing if you’re not using an aquarium heater? I’ve been doing it once a day, but should I be doing it more frequently? Thank you! c:

Hi Anon!

Clay and other mineral-rich soils can most definitely stain bones and honestly that's what it sounds like you may be dealing with here instead of grease.

For example, please allow me to introduce Zan and Spooktastic the llamas and Papoose and Yogi the mini horses:

I got all of these skulls from a super sweet person who owned them all when they were alive. They lived on a hobby farm in Georgia and most were animals the owner had rescued. Once they passed their remains were placed in an area with lots of red clay. Years later, the owner decided to salvage the skulls and pass them on someone who might enjoy them and I was lucky enough to be able to get them and keep them all together.

They were mostly clean when I got them and just needed some dirt removal and very minor degreasing then whitening and repairs. But as you can see, they all held on to the memory of the red clay from their home. Especially Papoose—mostly visible on the underside of her skull as you can see here:

So I'd say that's likely what you are dealing with with your fox skull. However, are you noticing any cloudiness to the degreasing water? Or a film on the surface developing between water changes? If so then that'll be grease coming out of the bone. For best results, heating the water is really ideal but if you don't have access to a fish tank or bucket heater then I'd recommend keeping the container near a sink and changing the water out for hot water throughout the day every time you think about it. Once a day will be fine too but changing it to hot tap water whenever you think about it will help speeds things up a bit. Make sure to add some Dawn dish soap each time too. Or you could look into using ammonia to degrease instead. I'm not a fan of using it personally but I know a lot of folks like it.

As for whitening—hydrogen peroxide will definitely help some with the staining if that is what you are dealing with. The skulls pictured above do still have some of the red clay staining them but it was much more noticeable before I started working on them. And I could probably get it to fade a bit more but it honestly kind of grew on me, haha.

When you go to whiten your fox skull, make sure to let it soak in the peroxide in a open container out in direct sunlight. Exposure to air and sunlight degrade peroxide faster so you'll probably have to add more as you go (so long as it's still bubbly you're good) but in my experience skulls get much whiter, much faster this way so it's a worthwhile trade-off.

Hope that helps, Anon! Thanks for the message and best of luck with your project! <3

#asks #words #vulture culture #bone cleaning #skull cleaning #long post #animal skulls

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

hi! i have a bird question. or more of an egg-and-nest question? my parents noticed a nest in the bush on the side of our house, where we keep our trash can. there's at least one egg inside (it's a light blue and i live in north georgia) but i don't have the knowledge to ID it :( my parents are convinced that the birds have deserted the nest because they haven't seen them there tending to the eggs; they think they were scared off because we're back there so often to do stuff with the trash can (and they also insist on letting our cat roam outside unsupervised which i privately think might be the reason). should i call a wildlife rehab center? i checked the website of a few in my area and they said they tend to hatchlings and idk if that applies to ones that are uh. unhatched i guess. it's been 3 days since my parents noticed the nest; if the nest really is abandoned and they aren't being incubated would that mean the embryo(???) inside is dead now and i should just leave it be? im sorry this is so long haha i just didnt know who to ask. thank you in advance!!

Many birds won’t actually start incubating until all eggs are laid and the eggs may be laid a couple days apart depending on species and food availability. The eggs are not viable until the birds begin incubating, so doing this will allow the babies to hatch at around the same timeframe and remain at the same general life stages.

It is however possible for a bird to start a nest and change its mind after laying an egg and realizing it’s an active area.

It sounds like an American Robin nest, they can be fickle. Nest fidelity is low up until the first egg hatches. Birds will readily abandon nest and eggs if things go wrong. Cats can also be a factor. Even if the cat doesn’t eat the parents, they may decide the area is unsafe.

Most rehabs don’t take in eggs as the chances of them being non-viable are pretty high by the time humans find them. It may not even be fertilized. There’s a bit of back and forth among rehabbers as to whether or not ethics dictate you should or should not rear eggs since they can be a valuable food source to other wildlife and to raise a baby bird from day one is very risky in terms of accidental imprinting.

Overall, I would personally just say leave it be. The parents may well still be tending to them. Just because you don’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t around, and just because the eggs could have viability does not mean they are best served at a rehab in a chicken egg incubator.

#owlvid weighs in #I may take a raptor egg that’s close to hatch #But if it’s early stages and likely just abandoned then no #that’s just snake food