#hottest stand battle

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest Stand Battle - GRAND FINAL!

Stand abilities under the cut:

Star Platinum: Star Platinum is a close-range Stand with exceptional strength and speed, as well as gaining the ability to stop time during the fight against DIO.

Moody Blues: It possesses the ability to imitate the form of individuals and reenact past events with precision.

Sticky Fingers: It possesses a very versatile ability in the form of its zippers. The zippers have various applications, such as using them to travel through walls or floors, detaching and attaching limbs, and storing objects inside something. Bucciarati is also free to attach several things together with his zippers.

[wonryllis]

✶ 𝟭𝟳𝟳𝟱 (𝓥 ) SATAN'S IMAGINATION, AGENT ENHYPEN.

╰ 𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋.

THE ATELIER. agent!enhypen hanging on that line between act and reality with agent!reader. word count 1261 CONTAINS— fluff, suggestive, fem!reader. ( ARCHIVE? ) pls reblog!!

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 he feels his breath caught in a dangerously thin line between staying professional and kissing the hell out of you, your body pressed against him between the narrow shelves.

he's probably at fault for blowing your cover earlier but all he can think about right now is the way the light through the windows make your glossed lips glow and your messy hair look sensual.

each inhale and exhale a battle against his self-control.

"do you think they noticed?" your voice sounds more tempting than ever in the low whisper you let out against his chest and heeseung swears he's fighting demons right now. "i hope not," he sighs heavy, feeling himself leaning into you, getting carried away as his conscience slowly slips and cracks.

lips almost brushing when you suddenly look up, wide eyes boring into his,"i think they just walked past," unaware and painfully oblivious of what your partner was about to do to you. of how he was ready to devour you.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄��𝐍𝐆 with the biggest lovesick smile ever, jay watches you act coy in your character, gently excusing yourself to the washroom.

"act like you want me, but more like you love me," your soft words tingle his ear as you discreetly whisper to him just before you leave the dinner table. are you dense or are you just too professional? there is no way you think the look on his face isn't already giving away his feelings to all these people around the table you're supposed to fool.

he chuckles deep and smitten as he stands seconds after,"i apologize gentlemen, but my love needs my help," excusing himself as well.

with each step he takes towards you, he realizes the wicked idea you have in your wicked little brain.

his heart skipping beats and blood rushing everywhere when you throw yourself at him, dragging him to bathroom with your lips hovering over his making sure the targeted people get a glimpse of it and get the wrong idea.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 jake grins wider as your palm presses flat against his chest first and then fingers curl to mimic a gun, your tips emulating a spark of electricity through his veins, feeling the blood pump harder in his heart.

"you better not take advantage of our cover to steal kisses, sim," it is crazy how he feels disappointed yet amused at the same time, you doing this right now is the hottest thing ever but you refusing to let him kiss you later is a tad bit upsetting plus you knowing he loves to do that has him dazed.

"can't promis—" his breath gets knocked out mid sentence as you grab him by his tie and smash your lips together in a sloppy and short kiss.

"that's is all you can have for the night, focus on the mission agent three,"

now that was hotter than the hottest thing you could have ever done to him, and you decide to do it right before work. oh how he wishes he had kissed back harder and show you just what you'd be missing out on later.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 his eyes scan across your rather overly feminine dressed figure amble over to him, stance seductive and alluring in the red cocktail gown he helped you pick hours ago.

"that was disgusting," he says as soon as you stop beside him.

he was glad the mission was successful and he was so glad he picked this dress for you. feeling a sense of pride that he has always been the first one to see you dolled up and that he has always been your date and that he has always been gotten to take you home at the end of night.

the only thing he feels jealous about right now is that while he has always been all that, it has always been the targets who get to feel you all up and who get to see your siren side showing them how it would be if you were interested in them.

"well it wasn't for you anyway, mr hotshot," you bite back and sunghoon almost breaks on the verge of exposing that he'd die for it to him, for you to seduce the heck out of him.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 the hawk-like focus sunoo had on you seemed so normal to you both, you didn't even realize when it turned into something possesive and unfitting for agents just working together.

perhaps it was for the reason that you two had been paired up together for couple missions, or perhaps it was because you both trained together everyday. there was this sense of belonging you had developed, unaware of how it was changing things in your work dynamics.

"your gaze is so fake, come on baby i know you can give a more sultry one, remember our practice?" sunoo speaks through the in-ears, his eyes locked with yours across the other end of the vip club, watching you try to seduce the target.

the sparkle of tension crackling in the air as you held the eye contact, sunoo's ego blasting at the back of his mind knowing he's the only one who's seen the real thing.

"just imagine it's me, and finish it up so you can actually come back to me,"

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 his gaze is envious and bitter, feeling his blood boil over the revelation you just made. "so you know him well?" the tone being one of grudge and spite, he continues to watch you strap on the weapons around you body. places under your dress where one would probably not have the chance to touch, unless it's him.

which amplifies his jealousy to a staggering height at the realization that the target you are chasing this time probably has touched you in those places before. maybe even more than he has.

the dismissive nod you respond with, makes jungwon's impatience fly through the roof, walking closer to trap you against the table where the weapons laid. "better than me?"

the air thickens with implication of his words, jungwon himself is unaware what the undertone of it means.

if it's how well you know him or if it's something entirely different, something that makes him want to leave kisses down your neck like he did the last time.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 his breath is laboured as he helps you rush out the pool, your fancy dress drenched and heavy weighing you down more than he'd anticipated. quickly you both find a spot in the showers to hide, squeezing into a single booth.

he's brisk and sharp, giving you a hand in stepping out your wet dress into the latex suit underneath. letting you put your weight on him, your hands holding onto his body while you undo the strings and sleeves. the possibilities of getting caught are on high alert yet riki can't find it in him to focus on anything besides you.

the way you look so hot in your agent attire, your hair wet and sticking to the sides of your face making you appear so cute in contrast to you getting ready to fight men a step outside the door.

he has always found it so attractive, and the thought of admitting it openly just makes him more dazed.

his fingers reach out to push away the strands around your eyes and lips, thumb brushing a second longer on your lips, "i really wanna kiss you right now," he whispers into your ears, lips grazing against it softly.

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[illyrianbitch]

-ˋˏ MASTERLIST ˎˊ-

✨ indicates smut ♡ indicates a series ✰ indicates a one shot ↯ installment of series but can be read as stand-alone ☼ indicates a drabble ❥ are personal favorites last updated: 9/13/24 helpful links for palestinian aid

Azriel

♡ . —One Summer✨ (On-going)

One beach house, one festival, one summer to fall in love.

♡ . —An Education in Malice✨ (On-going)

With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin.

♡ . — The Anatomy of Dependence (Coming soon)

You and Azriel are drawn together by an unbreakable bond, encountering obstacles and triumphs across the centuries and finding your way back to each other again and again.

✰. —Death and His Reaper ❥

After suffering a devastating injury in battle, Azriel finds himself on the brink of life and death where he meets you, The Mother's reaper.

↯. — Back to Our Roots

With the Acheron sisters out of town, you and your family plan for a quiet night in— just like old times.

✰. —Where I Left My Lover

After a brush with death, Azriel makes a difficult decision to protect you.

✰. —What We Make of What We're Made

When Azriel overhears Feyre's concern about your transition to fae life, he agrees to check on you.

✰. —When the Heart is Still Longing ❥

Azriel thought you were the one. Now, he can’t move on

✰. —Pretty Little Shadowsinger

Cassian walks in on you dressing Az in one of your dresses.

✰. —An Evening Reunion

Azriel comes home from a mission. You talk to him about your day, but he’s far more interested in you—and your silk nightgown.

✰. —Memories

While packing some boxes, Azriel is overwhelmed by memories of your relationship.

✰. —What Lies Between Us (On-going)

Azriel has spent years trying to escape the ghosts of his past, retiring into a self-imposed exile despite a promising career as a talented detective. When you turn up at his door asking for help on a recent case, his world is disrupted.

✰. —Body Count

Anxious about how your lack of experience compares to Azriel's, you ask him about his body count. Unfortunately for him, he misunderstands the question gravely.

✰. —Safe✨

Azriel's night is troubled by a nightmare. He finds a soothing remedy in the arms of his mate.

✰. —Winner

You and Azriel are both sore losers. But when you cheat in a game of cards, winning takes on a whole new meaning.

Cassian

♡ ↯. —And I'm Thinking About Your Lips ✨ ❥

You and Cassian have been best friends since you were teenagers-- just friends. But one night at Rita's changes everything and now you cant breathe when you're around him and he can't stop imagining how you'd taste. ↯ Part One, ↯ Part Two

↯. — A Hobby for Two ❥

Cassian surprises you with a small gift. You spend the night teaching him how to properly enjoy it.

✰. —A Place For Dying

A mission with Cassian goes terribly wrong.

✰. —Words of Affirmation

Even the Lord of Bloodshed gets insecure sometimes. As his mate, you always know the right words to say.

☼. —Tender

Cassian cuddles with you when you have a migraine

Rhysand

✰. —Insatiable ✨

There are countless reasons why you and Rhysand don’t work… but those reasons don’t seem so important when you���re tipsy in a bathroom with him inside you.

♡ . — Lights, Camera, Love! (On-going)

Rhysand, Hollywood's hottest heartthrob, has everyone smitten—everyone except you, his co-star. But when rumors of your feud begin to affect the show's ratings, your producers propose a last-ditch solution: a fake romance to salvage your public image and reignite fan interest.

Lucien Vanserra

♡ . — Hidden Things (Coming soon)

Following a cryptic vision from Elain, Lucien finds himself seeking out an enchanted artifact at your shop in the heart of the Day Court. What he finds instead is a profound connection with you—and a version of himself he believed he had lost.

Eris Vanserra

♡ . — A House of Hunger (Coming soon)

Every Autumn court citizen is hungry for something; beasts starved for influence, desperate for control, ravenous for power. Your tastes are no different—albeit a bit specific. It's a deep craving that boils in the pit of your stomach, hot and heavy, all consuming. You’re hungry for revenge.

✰. —Blessed

Angered by Nesta's actions, the Cauldron turned you into a fae different than your sisters— a lesser one that resembled more animal than human. Now living in Autumn, Eris shows you a new perspective on yourself.

✰. —Of Our Own Devices

Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother. Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

✰. —Handsome as Life and Poison

Defying your father’s sacred command, you wander to the grove where Spring and Autumn blend, only to encounter a sinfully divine figure with glowing amber eyes.

Bat-Boys (Reader x BatBoys)

✰. —Worth It

It can be hard to remember why you’ve put up with your best friends for centuries-- until they remind you why they're worth it.

✰. —A Helping Hand

Even most powerful males in Prythian need relationship advice from their best friend.

Mini-Series

♡ . — Mirthroot Mini-Series

Between dodging death and saving Prythian, its always nice to make time and enjoy one of The Mother's greatest creations: mirthroot. Reader x ACOTAR Characters

[sheepwavehdg]

some HDG story recs out that aren't the most super popular stories you'll easily find by asking anyone or easily find via metric ranking. all are on the shorter end, and readable in a day if not a single sitting! a great list for some hidden gems.

Reading the Leaves by Kanagen: a tea shop romance story about a mostly mute protaganist trying to make the perfect cup for an affini she is down bad for.

Behind the Veil by shitpostleft: IMO, the hottest oneshot in the entire setting. It follows rebecca trying to talk to her affini boyfriend about why he put a notice of intent to domesticate on her.

A Beast At Bay by Raeisteria: Affini beat each other up! this one starts as a shonen battle arc and then changes. you should read it, and do so blinndly, you will not regret it (but you will probably cry)

Strawberry and Willow by immaterial_vivi: the typical HDG rebel capture scenario is turned on its head, in the sense that the story is mostly from the affini's perspective.

Core Carving by Stimulacrum: a second person affini POV story about coming home and letting your floret be the one to take care of you for a bit.

A Part of Who I am my MoonFloret: its hdg romance, but transmasc yaoi instead of transfem yuri! it rules!

Last Man Standing by Tsunmene: the single funniest HDG story I have ever read, about a seed desperate to get forcefemmed who keeps barely missing getting captured by the affini no matter how hard they try.

Force Majeure by ashinbloom: the most devastating gut punch of a story ever put to the page in HDG, about a very autistic girl and the woman who wishes she could take care of her like she wishes. this one hurts real good.

Florets of a Feather by Promilie: a biology student who was forcibly drafted into the navy gets domesticated and must learn to live with her connivent, a feathered catlike xeno called a khetari. has illustrations in many chapters! (Promilie is one of the settings absolute best visual artists.)

A Date with Miss Laburnia by PyxxieStyxx: a bratty terran goes on a date with an affini in chastity and things escalate.

Mistress's Imperative by mirrorgare: submissive affini/dommy floret vignette series

Growing Periwinkle by belenen: a depressed terran volunteers for domestication and becomes part of a very kinky social circle.

Pencil by sheepwave(me): a comedy-hypnoerotica adaptation of the "mistress can you turn me into a pencil" meme into a full oneshot its my list i can include one of mine

Thought I'd See You Again by fluxom: an escaped floret has been on the run for a year, but now an affini just won't leave her alone...

Puppy Paws by Moonchild: actual petplay! in hdg! i know, its crazy. also this story is insanely hot.

The Place Where We Can Stop Running by Dame Harmony: ok I lied about them all being short. this one is long, but its so good. you need to read it, you need to read it blind, knowing nothing, and you will not regret it. it's one of the best stories in the entire setting.

[imagination-mess]

Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Bakugou Katsuki Edition)

*Implied the Reader is on the heavier side. You can leave it up to your own interpretation of it. *

There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It was juicy gossip and pure drama. There are two groups separated from one another. There is always shit hitting the fan.

This week's episode was Pro Hero Dynamight making headlines and fans tweeting on Twitter as the episode was aired. It was

The official account of Pro Hero Dynamight has liked fan edits of his wife with the SWING SWING SWING Audio.

#thegirlsarefighting #season2ofproheroeswives

DynaFan0123 tweeted Not Rika, the fashion designer trying to body shame [Name] during the pool challenge to only get humbled later. EMBARRASSING *Meme attached to tweet*

Earjackfan#01: [Name] left no crumbles behind.

It was clips of Pro Hero Dynamight's wife in a swimsuit swiping the floor of another Pro Hero wife, Rika. It was a battle stick challenge of trying to knock your opponent while standing on a pillar. It gets harder to not slip while wet. There are 3 rounds with a cycle of a fight.

Rika was knocked out of the pillar shamelessly and didn't even last a minute with you. It was embarrassing compared to everyone else who was doing it minimum lasted 3 minutes. You let her swing at you and fake out of falling off to only get smacked harshly to lose balance. It was the look in your eyes that were too similar grin of your husband across your face. She had no chance of winning because you didn't even give her a chance to do after the first round.

The other challenge was to feature the spiciest sauces across the nation. You were chosen for your team because of your relationship with Dynamight. The pro hero has his own restaurant being the number one spot for having the hottest, spiciest dishes that left the food critic having to buy a gallon of milk. He had also released his own line of the spiciest hottest sauces earlier this year.

Rika was again your opponent who was trying to redeem themselves after embarrassing themselves to only do it again. She challenges you to take on the spiciest sauce of wings to handle with grace. She couldn't handle it. She was dying, turning like a tomato, and coughing.

It had become a meme throughout the internet. Rika's reaction to the wings. You serve her a cup of milk with a smile, "Too spicy for you?"

You also mentioned one of Dynamight's sauces, "Crybaby is better than this." "Crybaby Sauce is better than this. It's spicy, but not spicy enough for me. I

You accidentally caused a trend to happen while making the restaurant blow up in popularity. People want to buy that certain sauce to try it themselves.

OfficalChargebolt tweeted: Rika was doomed from the beginning. [Name] is married to a man with a tongue of steel. *Attaches the classic meme of Pro Hero Dynamight's unbothered face next to Pro Hero Shoto and Deku is struggling to handle the spiciest.*

*Attaches another one of the unsatisfied faces of Pro Hero Dynamight with subtitles on, "I am disappointed." meanwhile in the background Pro Hero Deku is having a coughing fit on the ground, and Pro Hero Shoto chugging down a gallon of milk*

OfficalDynamight tweets underneath a thread of a meme, mentioning Crybaby is better the following: *attached link to crybaby sauce.* Leave me alone.

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Red Riot Edition

Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition

Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

[hotvintagepoll]

Will Scarlett has lost his temporary lead in the Hot Medieval and Fantasy Man Melee, so I'm back with screenshots to prove my point that Will is the Hottest Boy in the Land. I normally avoid these types of long posts but I will do anything for my Slutty Merry Boy, so buckle in.

To introduce Will Scarlett—oh by the way here's the link to his whole movie—I think it's important context to know that when we first meet him, Robin is saving a man's life and Scarlett is staring at nothing in particular. His head is empty of thoughts. He looks this way the entire scene. I'm not sure he blinks.

As soon as the danger is over (a danger he did absolutely nothing to help with) he has a chuckle with Robin! Sunshine and laughter and roses!

The next time we see him (which is soon, because this movie loves Will Scarlett too), he is bitching because Robin had them sleep in the woods (???) and he got stabbed in the back by some acorns.

Here he is falling over a log.

Here he is getting smacked with a branch.

HERE HE IS AFTER GETTING SMACKED BY THE BRANCH.

He serves cunt continuously through the entire Little John sequence, and we don't have time for all of my screenshots, so just a quick smattering:

Here he is being hot and unsupportive when Robin decides to fight the biggest guy he's ever seen. (Scarlett literally says "your skull not mine" and then just stands there.)

Here he is getting in Robin's way.

Here he is, picking the hottest pose possible so he can be the bard and play little showtunes while Robin gets his ass kicked.

Oh my goddd fuck me.

Worth mentioning that Little John does loudly identify Will Scarlett as "a pretty fellow" and nobody contradicts this. In a world where all of Robin's men have one personality trait (big, friar, or tiny), Will Scarlett's is Slut.

Once we get out of the Will's Musical Singalong chapter and Robin goes in disguise to the archery contest, Scarlett does too, except whoever told him he couldn't wear his normal Versace didn't tell him what normal people wear because he shows up looking like this.

Absolutely nobody else in the crowd looks like that. That's just what he thinks the Normies are doing.

With Robin captured, you'd think it's time for Will Scarlett to contribute something. Unfortunately he is constitutionally incapable of not serving cunt at all times to the exclusion of all else, so Maid Marian thinks of the plot while he stands by looking really hot.

Here he is serving cunt as a monk. Jesus Christ.

HERE he actually does something during the climatic battle! I had forgotten but he does swing his sword around a little bit. He doesn't actually look hot while doing this which explains why he has never done it before.

i saved this screenshot with the caption "the beatles" and i'm not wrong.

here he is doing new things with blood eyeliner. very brat.

SUCH A SERVE THERE IN THE BACKGROUND AND FOR WHAT

in conclusion, Will Scarlett is a hot hot man who is clever (by his own estimation, never proven within the story) and extremely hot (by everyone else's estimation, proven twenty-seven thousand times over). He serves several different looks in the movie, all of them incredible, and is apparently brought along by Robin just for his charming good looks and lack of thoughts because he's certainly not good at anything else. He is the hero to all of us who want to hang out in this movie but not actually work out or hold a weapon, and the bard that every Sherwood story deserves. Vote Will Scarlett, my legend, my icon, my idiot.

@medievalandfantasymelee

[eggyeop]

hot summers

small drabbles/hcs of summer toji

cws: idek probably fluff, maybe slightly suggestive

summers with toji were the worst. (they werent that bad.) it was simply that the heat in his home, had intensified the antagonizing from toji sometimes. it didn’t help that he preferred using cheap white fans and half broken acs that leaked water to cool the house, because most of the time, he didn’t care enough to make his house a home. before you, it was a place to sleep and store his belongings.

but sometimes just being able to wake up every day in his home was worthwhile. he lived in a home where it made you feel like it was in the countryside, secluded and good enough to allow you to build a small garden on the side of his small home.

your favorite part of the home was the area designated for people to remove their shoes. you would wait for toji at the same time everyday when he would come back, watch him sometimes stumble on one foot as he peeled his shoes off, or rubbing his shoulders as he carefully took his shoes off because he knew you would scold him.

you loved these times, because of the small chatter you would exchange, it was your reminder of how much he loved you everyday.

he would always turn around and walk straight up to you or into your arms, some days you’d undo his tie and loosen his shirt, other days you could tell that he wanted to indulge in your embrace.

he didn’t mind whatever you had in plan. just made him feel safer that he had a home to come back to.

there would be days where you are tending to your garden, the summer fruits vibrant and instantly causing a shine in your eyes. he’d slide the sliding door open swiftly, shooting you with the insanely small water gun that he found out of megumi’s room.

there was one day he didn’t plan that out well; he got shot with the hose. he wasn’t very happy after that, smirking after he had soaked your clothes through—you smacked him upside the head after that.

you loved watching after megumi, feeding him watermelon on the hottest days, or fanning him softly and humming while he was napping, at those times, toji would become jealous and sit at the couch with a pout displayed on his face.

you gave him attention too, of course.

or those days where you would agree to bathe together, you’d prepare the bath cold to battle the heat and he would screech like a cat once he hit the water. you’ve never giggled so hard until that day, you believed.

there were some days where it would get unbelievably hot, nobody in that home could stand it. he knew not to get on your nerves, or you would end him. you and megumi would lay on the cool wood floors sprawled out, giggling together about each others recent shared interest.

summers usually feel like the worst in toji’s home, but they were worthwhile.

an: im crying so hard i lug toji

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (The Untamed) 1/?

I let the crowd pick which two blacklisted shows I would watch from my Petty List, so I flew through the first one knowing I had this 50-episode beast waiting for me. People have warned me that the first two episodes wouldn't make sense, there are a ton of characters to keep track of, I need to watch it at normal speed, and I need to keep the sound on. Therefore, I was already mad before I hit play, yet somehow I started the first episode, blacked out, and emerged five episodes later.

Which means I like it so far, and here's some quick reasons why:

Before I start, these two better be an item because they are my favorite BTS song aka "🔥" and since I haven't seen them in the present yet, I'm fearing something happened to them in that great battle in the past, and if so, I'M GOING TO BE BE LIVID! I've had them for three whole minutes, and they are everything to me, so I feel this story is going to fuck me over.

Everyone is chasing after this golden black snitch, yet nobody is catching it, so although there is a lot of death happening, I'm laughing.

If you squint, My Stand-In and The Untamed are the same. Boys who fell off a cliff come back in another body only to live the same life with the same people and make the same bad decisions. Cool cool cool.

This current lecturer is stating nobody could find the body but he fell into fire/lava, so what body were they thinking they would find?! Also, don't think I didn't catch homeboy getting in trouble in the past for asking in class what happens when a spirit demands revenge and the instructor got upset because look where we are now! Possession of a body for the sake of revenge. Should've entertained the question, professor, because sixteen years later, it will come back to haunt you, literally.

And homeboy applied his own theory of making the possessed bodies work for him to fight the other body. He is a smart cookie, and that's why the original Moo Moo person gave his body up to him.

@dribs-and-drabbles, if this is why you told me I needed the sound on, I'm confident I'm not going to remember this melody. And how is he playing a leaf right now?

I can't take this seriously. This feels like an 80s music video, and he is about to hit me with the hottest synthesizer intro.

And the sword has the golden black snitch in it. *Pikachu face*

I can't play an instrument but for a DIY flute made out of bamboo on the spot, I thought his playing was excellent. For people being saved from being squashed, they are some haters, and I would have stopped playing just so they could suffer.

I picked up that sister is dead in the future, but her kid is a brat, and I would've been mean to him too.

And did the brother really kill him in that battle on the hill because when the entire crowd was like "you killed him, right?", he was looking like . . .

So this is the brat's daddy? It would make sense that a man who shut down an entire hotel for his party would have a son who sets 400 traps so nobody else can catch anything. The privilege is genetic.

I like him AND I respect him. He has priorities and they are to drink and party because even when he came back in that other body, he snatched the liquor. As the opening showed, he's here for a good time, not a long time.

I don't like Fuddy Duddy. He can remember 3,500 rules (this place is where fun goes to die), but couldn't remember to tell my party bro that his sister and brother were inside? Everybody just left homeboy without a note saying where they are, and Fuddy Duddy had the information, yet was too busy lecturing about rules. AND committed the ultimate party foul and wasted the liquor. Make that the 3,501th rule! He's lucky he can lay the synthesizer so well.

This is where the big battle is/was (Nightvale, Nightshade, NightWhatever), and I hope this man died in it because he is doing TOO MUCH! "I don't fear death; I fear boredom" YOU'RE boring! Shut up and go collect the pieces of that dumb rock, Thanos Jr., so we can get this battle going.

HE BROUGHT A BIRD INTO CLASS! This is the everyday American high school class.

Why is everyone in the Fire Nation so pissed? Is it because it's hot there? All of y'all are doing too much except for that sister and her brother. I know that brother was the zombie guy from the statue fight, so that means the main homeboy was talking to Fire Nation sister at the graves. That was her family's grave, and she must be a good person, who is probably dead now too.

So they can all play magical instruments? They're like Josie and the Pussycats, playing gigs between fighting crime.

The brat's dad is gold, the Cloud Recesses (what is this name about because they should be a lot more fun with a name like that?) are white and blue, and the Fire Nation is red, so it's odd that homeboy had the dark blue robes with red underneath before coming to school, and keeps getting really friendly with the fire people. Plus the cloud people's power is blue, but his comes out in bursts of red. Is his daddy really Fire Nation? Get Maury on the line.

So his bird buddy gave him porn, which he gave to Fuddy Duddy, who then ripped it up. No wonder why he is so good at school and remembers 3,500 rules. Got nothing but time on his hands since he isn't using his hands doing anything else by being so repressed.

Fuddy Duddy just said he doesn't touch people, yet in the very beginning he snatched homeboy's hand without hesitation, so he wouldn't fall to his death. Then, he snatched that premium liquor for him. I see you and your heart on your sleeve, my man! Just like this water demon, the feelings are sneaking up on you and snatching you up!

Should've bought her the comb, bro, because she's going to be dead after that big battle since she was sent to snoop for the Fire Nation. Even though she is trying to help her brother, I feel this will be y'alls Romeo and Juliet moment.

So the brother was always going to come back from the dead since he already was cursed(?), and my homeboy is once again proving to be a friend to all. I like you, and I will learn your name, hopefully by episode 28.

Only three marks healed in the present, so whoever is the last mark has to be one of these hoochies, and the more backstory I get, the more I think it's going to hurt when I find out who the last mark is.

Half these people have already died leading up to that big battle and the other half will die as homeboy sets out on his Kill Bill journey, so like . . .

"You and I have unfinished business"

*slams on the 'next' button*

[molinaskies]

Sonic and the Mirror of Trauma: Scrapnik Island

Scrapnik Island is by far the most intriguing and impressive IDW Sonic miniseries so far. Daniel Barnes wrote an excellent story about recovering from trauma, struggling to escape your past, and facing the setbacks that come with both of those, and Nathalie Fourdraine and Jack Lawrence produced some beautiful art.

On its surface, the story has the potential to be a cheeky, cliché one-off akin to a spooky Halloween story (that started in December… hehe). But, when you look deeper at the plot and some of the tropes, and once you remember that it takes place between issue 56 (which I’ve crucially discussed at length) and issue 57, it suddenly becomes so much more important.

Mecha Sonic is a version of Sonic who has been forced to address the pain of his life and dabble with the consequences, and he represents the moment that Sonic has to face his own trauma—and that scares him.

Scrapnik Island sets off with the Scrapniks pursuing Sonic to help him, but Sonic, of course, has missed the memo. Mecha Sonic is hottest on Sonic’s trail, which stands out to me as not only is Sonic visibly afraid of Mecha (both from his sudden presence and from his memories of their last encounter), but he’s actively running away from his trauma, his past, his fear.

Even after Sonic’s been set straight on the Scrapniks’ deal, he’s still put off by Mecha Sonic’s silent demeanour and their history. So, Sonic treats him coldly, and this animosity triggers something deep within Mecha that he fights to starve off.

There is lots of visual storytelling to indicate that Sonic and Mecha Sonic are meant to be literary foils, but below is my favourite example. A flashback of a decommissioned Mecha Sonic fades into a present shot of Sonic “taking it easy,” but more so getting fed up with his situation.

Sonic is also particularly distrustful (and afraid) of Mecha Sonic, compared to the other Scrapniks. However, as time runs on, Sonic comes to an initial understanding of Mecha’s changed ways and wants to make peace. However, right after this, Mecha Knuckles attacks, Mecha Sonic defends and, in a way, sacrifices himself for Sonic, and things fall apart from here.

After Mecha Sonic is triggered during his battle with Mecca Knuckles (after a forceful encounter with Mecha Sonic’s past that sends him down a path of relapse), Mecha Sonic loses his ability to starve off Eggman’s primary programming. He turns on Sonic once again, but instead of serving Eggman, he strives to serve himself. While Mecha is falling victim to his traumatic past and coping mechanisms, the unfortunate thing about this is how it all reads to Sonic: another betrayal of his trust. It all calls back to Mr. Tinker, Metal Sonic, and Surge.

Mecha Sonic’s plan is to swap bodies with Sonic so that Mecha can use Sonic’s speed to escape the island, but the Scrapniks attack before the transfer can complete. This leaves Mecha and Sonic in an in-between state where they hear each other thoughts and feel each other’s feelings.

Even though Sonic states that the anger and sadness in his head is not his own, he’s still clearly shown to be feeling those feelings. They don’t originate from him, but their presence mingles with his own emotions to produce something darker and more irritated. Their presence also acts as a gateway of sorts, where the latent anger and sadness that Sonic can’t suppress makes it harder for him to put away his own feelings. Couple that with his physical pain from his sprained ankle (on the same leg he busted up a few issues prior), and soon, Sonic snaps for the first time in the entire IDW comic’s run.

I love whenever Sonic’s anger is allowed to shine because he is never enraged for petty reasons. Sonic has an attitude that often leads him to cranky comments, but Sonic is genuinely angry here because it hurts him to see someone speak so lowly of themselves, to have been hurt by the world so poorly. Mecha Sonic is also yet another person who has been created by Eggman’s terror specific to oppose Sonic. It’s another example of Surge’s “I will kill you or die trying” with the added complexity of Mecha’s attempt at redemption being corrupted by the trauma of Eggman’s influence. This puts pressure on Sonic because these impositions put Mecha, Surge, Kit, and others like them in direct opposition to Sonic for reasons entirely of no fault of his own—and that angers him. All Sonic strives to do with his life and his gift is help people, and to have so many people come out of the woodworks to say that the only thing he can do to help them is to kill himself is absolutely devastating to him. Not only because he believes in the direct opposite—that the only person who can give one purpose is oneself—but because it threatens to strip his own purpose away from him whenever these notions are unearthed.

Sonic isn’t angry at Mecha, personally. He’s angry at the system created to hurt them both.

The most important thing to remember is that, unless I fully missed something*, that strange mind-link thing between Sonic and Mecha Sonic is never undone. After Sonic cries Mecha Sonic’s tears, the story cuts to Tails officially deprogramming Mecha Sonic and Mecha Knuckles from Eggman’s directives, but it’s never explicitly stated that Mecha Sonic’s and Sonic’s mental link was reversed.

It can be reasonably assumed that it occurs off-screen (off-page? Outside of what is shown to the reader) because that would make general sense, but then again, so did the reprogramming, and that was explicitly mentioned. Further, it’s a general rule in writing for media that if you want something to be known about your story, it needs to be shown to the audience if not alluded to or directly referred to having happened. So, this is either an oversight, or it’s entirely intentional.

* The only way I can imagine this being accounted for is that the machine that linked Sonic and Mecha’s brains, the Egg Noggin, is (obviously) an Eggman device. Thus, whenever Tails removed Eggman’s programming from Mecha Sonic and Mecha Knuckles, perhaps it also restored Sonic’s brain to normal. This, however, feels like a bit of a stretch because we never see or hear of Sonic needing or receiving any treatment, but I am willing to consider it to be a viable reason. Either way, I think the point I’m about to make still stands as either a physical change or an emotional change in Sonic’s character.

This experience, this sharing of minds in such an intimate way where they can both so clearly hear each other’s hearts, taught them something. I read this as some sort of floodgates being opened, where while Mecha Sonic can more easily feel compassion and listen to the good in his core, Sonic now more clearly feels his anger and has a harder time suppressing his emotions. Whether there is lasting physical damage left in Sonic or he’s simply reeling from the depth of his emotions felt in this adventure, there’s been a clear impact.

Even if Sonic isn’t fully delving into things just yet, he’s taken a lesson away from all of this.

(From the IDW Endless Summer One-Shot, set between issue 64 and issue 65 and after the 900th adventure one-shot)

If nothing else, Sonic clearly understands trauma better now. Sonic is absolutely traumatized by his experiences with Eggman and other high-stakes adventures, but again, due to his tendency to push away his darker emotions, he hasn’t processed much of this. Sonic puts all his sadness and rage and fear and confusion into box after box after box before shoving everything onto a big, cluttered shelf, never to be seen again… until now. With such a clear look into the mind of someone actively reeling through trauma, a trauma so like his own, that shelf has collapsed, and now everything is spilling onto the floor before Sonic, quick as can be, can stop it.

Sonic is finally starting to understand the bigger picture, but I don’t think he’s fully on the path of self-awareness. I think there’s more boiling under the surface, more than even he realizes. And if Sonic keeps taking these micro-risks (instead of his usual Hail-Marys) that are fueled by his anger, like storming the Eggperial City too soon, then something will have to give.

Scrapnik Island is incredibly important to the IDW storyline because it showcases not only Sonic learning the depths of his pain and the pain of others but also yet another nail in Eggman’s coffin.

[whos-hotter-jjba]

We officially have our winners!

In 3rd Place: Sticky Fingers

In 2nd Place: Star Platinum

And the Hottest Stand in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure is:

Moody Blues!

Congratulations to the winners and every other hot af Stand in the bracket! Thanks for voting and participating!

[thecameronchronicles]

Baby Daddy: The Fundraiser

TW: public sexual actions. Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe. Toxic behaviors from both reader and Rafe. 

SUMMARY: You decide to get even against Rafe after he goes way too far…

WORD COUNT: 1700

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Standing before the mirror, skin luminescent with a glossy sheen from a rendezvous with someone other than Rafe and you could actually smile to the pleasure left in a buzz between your thighs. Better yet, it had been with someone close enough to him that he was certain to offer the mind-blowing details Rafe knew made the moment truly authentic. It had been a small step in distancing yourself from him. Even if it still failed to produce that same thoroughly fucked feeling you came to know with him, it would take time. 

At least that was what you'd hoped. 

Coming back into the minimalist bedroom decorated in slate hues and golden accents, you found Topper quickly adjusting something on his phone before returning his focus to you. 

"You seem like a pancake type of girl..." 

"With whipped cream..." His brows rose. 

"Maybe we should test it out now? Make sure it didn't go bad?" You nodded. 

"Ready when you are." Thrusting the sheets aside, you couldn't help but admire him. As if there was one thing he was better at than Rafe, it has been his reliability. The fact you knew you'd see him when he made original plans, call when he said he would. He was healthy for you. He was considerate both in and out of bed. He was-

Your eyes couldn't help but magnetize to the screen illuminating within the darkness. Peeking over to ensure it wasn't detrimental or time sensitive, you saw Rafe's contact. Aware you had only a second, you heard him return, which meant the contents would have to wait. 

"Do you think we can wait until tomorrow? I think you tired me out, champ." He beamed at the compliment, more susceptible to agree  to this, before falling asleep at your side. It took only a handful of minutes of feigned sleep and a light whisper of his name to validate that he had been asleep. Using his hand to unlock his phone with a thumbprint, you found the message in question. 

"I owe you, Top..." Your eyes narrowed as you scrolled upwards, finding a video file. Your heart sank as you watched yourself in technicolor, angles and positions only Rafe had set you in before. 

It was enough to leave that instant. You didn't care if he heard you dress or even slam his front door as you slipped into your car at rest in the parking garage in the complex. Not when you were a woman scorned and your fury contradicts even the hottest of hells.

Lucky for you, you would be able to enact vengeance this very night as Rafe happened to be downtown at an event for his company. With a quick touch up to your makeup and adjustment to your hair, you strolled into the fundraiser with a million dollar smile as eyes fell to you immediately. Without a chaperone or companion, you stood out even more, which allowed all eyes to address you, whether intentional or from a distracted note of peripheral inquiry. 

"That isn't what you told me last week, though..." You interrupted Rafe's conversation as he was split between anger, confusion, and arousal. The dress worn battled against the contradiction he had against you to use it as binds for your hands or as a trophy for everyone else to remind any who questioned that you were his. But it was your belittling of his character that threatened the glass in his hand to break. 

"You told me you were looking at telling "those assholes from corporate that they should focus on the properties around Charleston and get their heads out of their," You feigned embarrassment, "Oh shit...you're from..."

"Corporate..." One man offered his hand as the two others were too busy glaring at Rafe or basking in your ensemble to make note of the insult. 

"Sorry, a bit too much champagne-" Rafe pulled you against his side. 

"We're going home-" But to this, you slipped from his grasp. Because you knew Rafe was dominant through and through, but he would not risk the reputation of his surname, even if it meant putting you in your place. 

"Mister Cameron! It's been..."

"I was pestering Rafe to bring someone worth talking to. All these old guys are stiffs." You narrowed your eyes to Ward. As many found him to be intimidating, you always managed to have effortless conversations. This only aggravated his son further as he seemed to hollow whenever he was near his paternal figure. 

"The only thing you ever did right." Ward reminded his son, who clenched his jaw. 

"So tell me, how did we get so lucky to have you with us tonight? And where's my grandson?" 

You answered his question with the grace and eloquence expected from anyone connected to a demure family such as their own. All while throwing daggers at Rafe when possible. This continued through the night as Ward showed you off with pride until his offspring had enough. Somewhere between discussing how Rafe wasn't smart enough to keep you and how you'd be a better fit to the role of an employee than him as you shared ideas, you were dragged away to a more secluded corridor within the hotel. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing here in a dress like that wanting all this attention when you know all you have to do is ask..." 

"Who says I want your attention?" 

"The dress. The fact you're here..." He paused, eyes triangulating to your eyes and finally your lips as he took a step closer. 

"You are not leaving this room unfucked..."

"Maybe not. But not from you..." His brows arched in curiosity. 

"Oh?" 

"But you can watch, Rafe...I know how much you like to watch someone else fuck me..." His expression stilled and drained of all color. For the first time in the entirety you'd known him, you had not only made Rafe Cameron speechless, but also fearful. 

"What are you-"

You pushed Rafe up against the wall, nose nuzzling his jaw as you could feel it tense beneath your motivations. 

"Mmm..." You began softly, guiding his hands up your back. "Did you watch it yet? Did you see how he kissed me?"

"What are you-"

"Did you see how he was sweet and then nearly broke his bed with how hard he thrust into me? How he pointed me to the camera for you? But he was sweet...he felt so good...I can still feel how deep and hard he was...bigger than you-"

"Shut that slutty little mouth if you know what's good for you-" He threatened as you moved to his ear, capturing it between your teeth. Your entire body was close enough against his that you could feel every instead breath and repressed word. Even the strained cock expressed against you. Your favorite tattle you felt often.

"Mmm Rafe....oh....ahh..." You voiced a false orgasm, quiet enough to be concealed from the earshot of any other guests but directed at him.

"My car. Two minutes-"

"You have your little video, Rafe. Enough to watch as much as you want..." You teased the outline of his cock as you brushed your lips across his own. 

"You want to fuck me?" His jaw tightened as you retreated enough to read his expression. 

"Then watch how he did. Because you won't get to again." You pushed hard into his chest, using his torso as a means of stability to distance yourself before he clenched his jaw and watched you leave. 

This was the high you'd been searching for. Better than any release, even those given by Rafe. Having the last word, the look of shock and defeat across his expression, and you moved to your car to return home to your son. 

But you only managed to make it to the stone wall directly outside of the elevator before a hand forced you to a dimly lit alleyway. Before you could object or speak, your skirt was lifted and you were taken into a bend against the wall. 

"You will always be mine. I hope you got him out of your system because nobody else will ever get the chance to have you again. You're fucking mine." He thrust. The familiar cruelty making you arch immediately as he breathed heavily into your ear. Without a care of courtesy to be quiet or reserved, he unleashed himself into you as the animal he was. Unapologetic as fueled solely by his lust. 

"Look at me when I make you come-" He forced you to face him, teasing your sex with his cock as he kept another hand in your jaw. 

"That face. That one belongs to me." He lifted you over him, your body crashing down onto his rigid shaft as every nerve was left electrified by him. You stood corrected. Nothing had felt like this. He had never been this desperate. This focused. And it left you feeling manic. Your skin too hot, his breath too close, his thrusts too deep. And it has you howling like the bitch in heat he made you into for him. 

"All of you." He forced the top part of your dress to tear, groping you in possession, palming as you moaned and cried in pleasure beneath him. He was ecstasy and chaos. Pain and pleasure. And you were the unlucky recipient to both his kindness and selfish collection. 

"Anybody else pulled shit like that and they'd be fucked in an entirely different way...but you...you drive me fucking crazy!" He confessed as you scoffed. His body building into a climb that would certainly leave marks upon your back from the stone behind. But you accepted it as wounds of desire as you were pounded and raised in equal measure. 

"Yes! Fuck!" You belted as he rested his lips into your neck. An uncharacteristically silent pause as he took you in force to accept him. 

"M..." He began, his release promoting your own as he burst around him. 

"Marry me..." He exclaimed into your skin. No matter how muffled the words, you could have identified them anywhere. 

"It wasn't a question..." He explained as he set you back to your feet, your wide eyes and lips set in the same part. 

"You will…"

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I Want Your Whiskey Mouth

"I want you to love me

Like I'm a hot ride

Be thinking of me

Doing what you like~"

Only Girl (In The World) - Rihanna

Previous Next

"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanawka, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario." said a black-haired man, smiling into the camera.

"I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television right now!"

"Here's the deal," Chris said, walking across the dock. "Twenty-three campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgement of their fellow campers."

"Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Loser Boat," Chris laughed. "And leave Total Drama Island for good."

The camera panned away to a campfire looking setting.

"Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies, where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow," Chris explained, eating one of the marshmallows. "In the end, only one will be left standing, and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week."

"To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other." Chris smirked. "Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp."

"Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now on Total Drama Island!"

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags, 'cause I've already won

Nothing to do, nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

'Cause I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

The camera pans to Chris, still standing on the dock.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island! All right, it's time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort, so if they seem a little t-owed, that's probably why."

The camera panned over to a short girl with her brown hair in a braid, with glasses and braces.

"Beth, what's up?" Chris asked.

Beth ran and gave Chris a hug.

"It's so incredulous to meet you!" Beth exclaimed, getting off of Chris. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life."

"Uh, thanks," Chris said as Beth waved to the camera.

Another boat pulls up to the dock.

"DJ!" Chris called out.

A dark-skinned, muscular guy steps of the boat. He's wearing gray shorts, and a tight green shirt that really shows off his muscles.

"Yo! Chris McLain!" DJ said, high fiving Chris. "How's it going? Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"

"Yo dawg! This is it! Camp Wawanawkwa!" Chris smiled.

DJ frowned and picked up his bags, walking to the other end of the dock.

"Hm. Looked a lot different on the application form." he said.

"Hey Gwen!" Chris calls.

A pale skinned girl steps off the next boat. Her hair is dyed blue and black, and she's wearing a blue, green, and black corset/shirt, and blue and black shirt, black tights, and black boots.

She does not look happy.

"You mean we're staying here?" Gwen asked snarkily, looking around.

"No, you're staying here," Chris smiled. "My crib is an airstream with AC, that way." he pointed in the opposite direction.

"I did not sign up for this." Gwen angrily said.

"Actually, you did," Chris said, pulling out some paperwork.

Gwen pulled the forms out of Chris' hands and ripped them up and threw them in the lake.

"The great thing about lawyers is, they make lots of copies." Chris smiled, pulling out some more paperwork.

"I am not staying here." Gwen said, picking up her bags.

"Cool, I hope you can swim, though," Chris said. "Because you ride just left."

"Asshole!" Gwen spat.

The next guy to arrive is wearing a pink unbuttoned shirt that shows off his abs, jean shorts, and a large cowboy hat.

"Chris McLain!" the guy said, after doing a literal flip off the boat. "Sup man! It's an honor to meet you man!"

"The Geoffster!" Chris fist bumped him. "Welcome to the island man."

"Thanks man."

"If they say man one more time, I'm gonna puke," Gwen said.

"Everybody," Chris said. "This is Lindsay,"

The girl he was talking about had straight blonde hair, and was wearing a red and orange crop top, an orange miniskirt, brown boots, and a blue bandana.

"Not too shabby," Chris muttered to the camera.

"Hi!" Lindsay said. "Okay, you look so familiar."

"I'm Chris McLain," Chris explained.

Lindsay had a confused look on her face.

"The host of the show?"

"Oh, that's where I know you from," Lindsay smiled.

"Uh, yeah."

The next camper to arrive has long black hair, and is wearing a red crop top, green shorts, and aviator sunglasses.

She takes off the sunglasses and looks around, a look of disgust on her face.

"Heather," Chris says, as she walks right past him.

"Hi!" Beth says, running up to Heather. "Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!" she says, spitting all over a disgusted Heather.

The next boat to arrive is playing rock music. The guy to get off the boat has a green mohawk, piercings everywhere, a black skull shirt, jean shirts, and a spiked collar.

"Duncan, dude," Chris says.

"I don't like surprises," Duncan said, raising his fist.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that man," Chris said. "Also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you returned to juvie."

"Okay then," Duncan said, walking off.

"Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous."

"Drop dead, you skeeze," Heather says is disgust. "I'm calling my parents. You cannot make me stay here."

Chris smiled and pulled out a copy of paperwork.

The next contestant to arrive was water skiing, the rods attached to the boat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!" Chris exclaimed.

Tyler had brown hair and was wearing a red tracksuit with a matching red sweatband.

As soon as Chris stopped talking, the ski's fell from under Tyler and he flipped into the air before slamming down onto the dock, right into the pile of everyone's luggage.

One of the suitcases, fell into the water, creating a wave that splashed onto Heather.

"Ugh! My shoes!" Heather groaned.

"Wicked wipeout man!" Chris yelled.

Tyler only gave a thumbs up in response.

Chris snickers, before jumping as a loud exhale rings out.

"Welcome to camp, Harold," Chris says.

Harold looks scrawny, has ginger hair, glasses, and is wearing a blue shirt and green pants, while holding an electric keyboard.

The typical Napolean Dynamight type look.

Harold looked around, not saying a word.

"What's he looking at?" Beth asked.

DJ shrugged.

"So, you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?" Harold asked.

"You got it!" Chris said.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed. "That is so much more favorable to my skills." he said, walking off.

Chris cringed as the next contestant arrived.

"Contestant number nine is Trent." Chris said, gesturing to Trent.

Trent has a black mullet and is wearing a green shirt with a green camouflage handprint, and black trousers, while carrying a guitar.

"Hey, good to meet you man," Trent smiles. "Saw you on that figure skating show. Nice work."

"Thanks man." Chris fist bumped him. "I knew I rocked that show!"

"I saw that!" Beth said, raising her hand. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. So, they got immunity that week."

"Lucky," Harold said. "I hope I get dropped on my head."

"Me too!" Lindsay said.

Trent looked around. "So this is it?" he asked.

The camera panned over to Heather squeezing the water out of her hair and Harold picking his nose.

"All righty then," Trent said, concern etched on his face.

Trent walked off and stood next to Gwen. He smiled at her, but she turned away, a scowl on her face. When Trent looked away though, Gwen had a small smile on her face.

The next contestant had her blonde hair in a ponytail, was wearing a blue hoodie, short jeans, and holding a surfboard.

"Hey, what's up?" the girl says as she gets off the boat, leaning on her surfboard.

"All right, our surfer chick Bridgette is here." Chris says.

"Nice board," Duncan scoffed. "This ain't Malibu, honey."

"I thought we were going to be on a beach." Bridgette said.

"We are," Chris said. The camera panning away to a gross looking beach with trash and weird green liquid.

"Great," Bridgette sighed.

"All right, that makes-" Chris started before getting in the head with Bridgette's surfboard. "Ow! Damn it! That hurt!"

Bridgette walked off, ignoring Chris' complaints.

"Hey guys," Bridgette says to the other campers.

"Hey, I'm Geoff."

"What's up?" Bridgette says, turning around, making everybody duck to avoid getting hit with the surfboard.

"Dang! Watch the board man!" Harold said.

"Hi! I'm Beth!"

Hey," Bridgette says, turning around again, almost smacking Trent, Duncan, and Harold.

"Okay, we've all met surfer girl, can we get on with the show, please?" Heather said, still squeezing the water out of her hair.

"Someone missed their double cappuccino macchiato this morning," Duncan smirked.

"Fuck off," Heather spits out.

The next camper to arrive is short with brown floppy hair, a frown on his face. He's wearing a white undershirt, a blue polo, a red vest, grey shorts, and lace up boots.

"Our next camper is Noah," Chris said, rubbing the spot on his head where he got hit.

"You got my memo about my life threating allergies?" Noah asked, walking past Chris.

"Sure someone did," Chris answered.

"Good. Is this where we're staying?" Noah asked, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party." Duncan said, cracking his knuckles.

"Cute. Nice piercings, original, do them yourself?" Noah asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, you want one, shithead?" Duncan asked, pulling on Noah's lip.

"No thanks, can I have my lip back please?" Duncan let go of Noah, smirking "Thanks,"

The next person to arrive is a curvy, dark-skinned, girl. She's wearing a yellow shirt and blue jeans, with her black hair pulled into a ponytail.

"What's up ya'll?" she calls from the boat. "Leshawna is in the house."

Harold gasped when he saw her.

"Yo baby. Hey, how you doing?" Leshawna said, stepping off the boat, giving Chris a high five. "How's it going?"

"Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble, 'cause I came to win." she said, walking to where everybody else was on the dock.

"Oh, what's up my brother?" Leshawna said, high fiving DJ. "Give me some sugar, baby."

"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before," Harold said.

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked, her eyebrow raised.

"You're real big, and loud."

"What did you say to me?" Leshawna said angrily. "Oh, no you did it. You have not seen anything yet. I'll show you big, baby.

Just as Leshawna was about to pounce on Harold, DJ and Bridgette ran to hold her back.

"Oh yeah, you want some of this?" Leshawna said, struggling against DJ and Bridgette. "Come on then!"

"All right campers!" Chris sternly said. "Settle down!"

Leshawna readjusted herself, glaring at Harold.

Harold smiled shyly in return.

The next two campers to arrive were dressed like twins, with the same haircuts as well. One was tall, skinny, and dark skinned, while the other was short, chubby, and pale. Both of them were wearing black and white striped shirts, and hot pink shorts.

"Ladies, Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks," Chris said, gesturing towards the camp.

"Oh my gosh! Sadie look! It's a summer camp! Katie said.

"Okay, I always wanted to go to summer camp!" Sadie squealed, as the two of them ran down the dock.

The next camper to arrive was very pale. He was wearing a blue hat, a green hoodie, and blue joggers.

He looks like he doesn't get out much.

"Ezekiel. What's up man?" Chris asks.

Ezekiel looks up at the sky.

"I think I see a bird," he says, making Trent chuckle.

"Okay, look dude, I know you don't get out much," Chris says, his hand on Ezekiel's shoulder. "Been homeschooled your whole life, raised by freaky prairie people just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early. Okay?"

"Yes sir," Ezekiel says, walking off.

"That's just...wow," Gwen says.

Next, comes a short scrawny kid. He's wearing a striped, yellow sweater and blue jeans.

"Cody. The Coadster. The Codmesiter!" Chis says, finger gunning him before high fiving him.

"Dude, psyched to be here, man," Cody said, walking off. "I see the ladies have already arrived. All right."

As he's about to say something to Leshawna, she puts her finger up to his lips, silencing him.

"Save it short stuff."

The next girl to arrive is very intimidating. She has her black tied into a ponytail, and is dressed in a blue tracksuit, showing off her muscles.

"Eva. Nice. Glad you could make it." Chris says.

Eva walks past him, ignoring him completely.

Cody holds his hand up for a high five, but instead gets his foot smashed by Eva's bag.

"Ow!" Cody says, holding his foot. "What's in there? Dumbbells?"

"Yes," Eva answers.

"She's all yours, man," Duncan says to DJ.

"Woohoo!" screams a voice, making Chris cringe.

The guy who screamed is a chubby guy with blonde hair, wearing a white shirt and green shorts. He has a big grin on his face.

"Chris! What's happening?" he laughs "This is awesome! Woohoo!"

"Owen!" Chris says. "Welcome!"

Owen picks up Chris in a giant bear hug.

"Awesome to be here man!" he says. "Yeah! Man, this is just so..."

"Awesome?" Gwen finishes, a smirk on her face.

"Yes! Awesome! Woo!" Owen exclaims. "Are you gonna be on my team?"

"Oh, I sure hope so," Gwen says sarcastically.

"Wooooooo!"

"You about finished?" Chris asks.

Owen puts him down, still grinning wildly.

"Sorry dude," he says. "I'm just so psyched!"

"Cool, and here comes Courtney."

Courtney steps off the boat, with help from Chris.

"Thank you," she says.

She has short brown hair, and is wearing white blouse, and tight green jeans.

"Hi! You must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all."

""How's it going?" Owen says, grabbing Courtney's hand and shaking it. "I'm Owen!"

"Nice to meet you Ow-wow," Courtney says, distracted by the next contestant.

The next contestant had sculpted muscles and nice dark skin. He had black hair just barely covering his eyes and was wearing a tight green shirt and simple jeans.

Everyone on the dock was staring at him in awe. The girls and the guys, especially Owen.

When Justin smiled, Eva and Katie swooned while Sadie fainted.

"This is Justin," Chris said as Justin got off the boat. "Welcome to Total Drama Island."

"Thanks Chris, this is great." Justin said.

"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks."

"I can deal with that," Justin shrugged his shoulders.

"I like your pants!" Owen said.

"Thanks man," Justin said.

"Because they look like they're all worn out." Owen laughed. "Did you buy them like that?"

"Uh no, just had them for a while."

"Oh, cool," Owen gave a thumbs up before smacking himself in the face. "Stupid."

"Hey everyone," Chris said, getting everyone's attention. "Izzy."

Izzy had curly ginger colored hair and was wearing and a green crop top and a green skirt, that looked like it was made out of leaves.

"Hi Chris!" she exclaimed. "Hi-Oh!"

As she started to run off the boat, she tripped and hit her chin on the dock before falling into the water.

"Ooh," Tyler cringed. "That was bad."

"Guys, she could be seriously hurt," Courtney said, trying to pull Izzy up.

When Izzy got onto the dock, she shook the water off her like a dog.

"That felt...so...good! Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mâché here? Are we having lunch soon?" Izzy ranted

"That is a good call!" Owen said, pointing at Izzy.

"Calm down," Chris said. "We still have one more camper to meet."

At that moment, a boat pulled up, and a H/C haired girl stepped onto the dock. She was wearing a black and white stripped long sleeve, a black skirt, red converses and had nose ring.

"Last but not least, we have Y/N!" Chris smiled.

Y/N looked around at the camp, a frown etching itself onto her face.

"Um, I thought we were going to be staying at a resort?" she asked in confusion.

"Can't believe you guys actually believed that," Chris chuckled.

"Is it too late to go home?" Y/N asked.

"If you like swimming, then no." Chris cheekily.

"Douchebag," Y/N muttered as she walked to the other side of the dock.

"Before we do anything, we need a group photo for the promos," Chris said. "Everyone on the end of the dock!"

Y/N walked over along with everyone else, her frown still on her face.

'Oh well, I'm already here,' she thought. 'Besides, all of this is for Dad.'

Y/N was between Duncan and Tyler. She gave both of them a small smile before smiling towards the camera and putting up a peace sign.

Chris hopped onto the boat, a camera in his hand.

"Okay, one, two, three,"

The camera clicked.

"Oops, okay, forgot the lens cap," Chris said.

Y/N blew some hair out of her face, already annoyed.

"Okay, hold that pose. One, two, no wait...card's full, hang on,"

"Come on man, my face is starting to freeze," Leshawna rolled her eyes.

"Got it!" Chris said. "Okay, everyone say 'Wawanawkwa!'"

"Wawanawkwa!" everyone said.

As if this were a movie, at the exact time, the dock gave out, plunging everyone in the water.

Y/N screamed as she felt the cold water hit her skin. She struggled to get above the water, throwing up her hand, hoping someone would help her.

As she was about to sink, a rough hand grabbed her and pulled her to the surface.

Y/N coughed and spluttered up water, the person still holding on to her as they both got to shore.

"Okay guys," Chris called out. "Dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten."

"So far, this fucking blows," Y/N said, standing up.

"You're so real for that," Duncan says. "You alright?"

"Yeah," Y/N mutters. "Thanks for helping me."

"Don't mention it," Duncan shrugged, before a flirty grin came up on his face. "The names Duncan. I didn't catch your name, sweetheart."

"Maybe if you were paying attention, you would have caught it, Duncan," Y/N smirked, walking off. "I'll see you at the campfire."

"This is Camp Wawanawkwa," Chris explained to the campers sitting on trunks in front of him. "Your home for the next eight weeks."

Y/N was currently standing in in between Eva and Duncan.

"The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends, you dig?"

Y/N and Bridgette looked at each other, smiling.

"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest, without getting voted off will win one hundred thousand dollars!"

"Excuse me," Duncan said. "What will be the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her." Duncan said, pointing at Heather.

"They're not co-ed are they?" Heather asked, concern on her face.

Y/N elbowed Duncan hard in the ribs.

"No. Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other." Chris said.

Heather sighed in relief.

"You are so gross," Y/N muttered.

"What? Jealous 'cause you wish it was you instead?" Duncan smirked.

Y/N elbowed him in the ribs again, harder this time.

"Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with a lakeview since I'm the prettiest?" Lindsay asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Okay you are," Chris said, making Y/N and Duncan look at each other with their eyebrows raised. "But that's not really how it works here. And it's Chris."

"I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die," Katie said, holding onto Sadie's hand.

"And I'll break out in hives, it's true," Sadie whined.

Y/N tried to contain her giggles by covering her hand with her mouth.

"This cannot be happening," Gwen sulked.

"Oh, come on guys!" Owen said, grabbing onto Gwen and Tyler. "It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover!"

"Yeah, with people who I would never want to be around in public," Y/N muttered.

"Here's the deal," Chris said. "We're gonna split you into two teams, when I call your name out, go stand over there," he finished, pointing to the left of the campfire area.

"Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as The Screaming Gophers!" he said, throwing the team a dirty green banner.

"Yeah!" Owen exclaimed. "I'm a gopher! Woooo!"

"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie whined.

"The rest of you, over here," Chris said, pointing to the right.

"Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, Harold, and Y/N. Move! Move! Move! Move!"

"Can't this guy have a little bit of patience," Y/N mumbled.

"Clearly not," Bridgette giggled.

"Excuse me?" Heather raised her hand. "How come they get an extra player?"

"Because I'm the host and I get to make the rules," Chris laughed.

"Ugh, whatever," Heather scoffed, giving Y/N a dirty look

Y/N gave one back.

"But Katie's a gopher!" Sadie whined. "I have to be a gopher!"

"Sadie, is it?" Courtney said. "Come on, it'll be okay."

"This is so unfair!" Sadie cried as Courtney walked her away. "I miss you, Katie!"

"I miss you too!" Katie cried.

"You guys will be officially known as The Killer Bass!" Chris said, throwing them an identical red banner.

"Awesome," Harold said. "It's like, amazing."

"It's so amazing," Y/N sarcastically said, making Courtney glare at her for whatever reason.

"Alright camper," Chris cleared his throat. "You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition."

~Confessionals~

"You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape, with video diaries anytime you want," Chris said, sitting in an outhouse, flies buzzing around him. "Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or just get something off your chest."

-

~Confessionals~

"Um, okay, so far this stinks," Gwen said.

-

~Confessionals~

"I don't get it," Lindsay said, facing away from the camera. "Where's the camera guy?"

-

~Confessionals~

"Hey everyone, check this out," Owen said very seriously. "I have something very important to say."

Owen then farted, a sly smile on his face before he started laughing.

-

~Confessionals~ "So far, only like two people look reliable," Y/N said, covering her nose, "And oh my lord, what died in here?"

-

"All right, any questions?" Chris asked. "Cool. Let's find your cabins. Gopher's, you're in the east cabin, Bass, you're in the west." Chris said, gesturing to the cabins in the distance.

Y/N grabbed her luggage and started walking over to the cabin.

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" Bridgette said catching up to her.

"Yup, that's me," Y/N smiled.

"Cool. I'm Bridgette," Bridgette smiled back. "I really like your nose ring."

"Thanks," Y/N said, as they reached the girls part of the cabin. "You wanna bunk with me?"

"Sure," Bridgette answered. "You want top or bottom?"

"You pick first," Y/Nsaid. "I don't care which one I get."

"Okay, if you're sure," Bridgette shrugged before picking the top bunk.

"Excuse me, Chris?" Y/N heard Geoff call out. "Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?"

"You're all sixteen years old," Chris said. "As old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting now!"

Suddenly, Y/N heard a loud shriek coming from the Gopher's cabin, making you and Bridgette look at each other.

"What the hell was that?" Y/N asked.

"I don't know," Bridgette answered. "Let's go check it out."

Y/N and Bridgette walked over to the cabin, peeking your heads in, along with Tyler, Gwen, DJ, Duncan, Harold, Heather, and Leshawna.

"Damn, that white girl can scream." Leshawna said.

Peeking in, Y/N saw that Lindsay was the one screaming. She was standing on a stool, in front of her, was a tiny little cockroach.

"Are you serious?" Y/N asked, dumbfounded.

"What is it!?" Lindsay asked. "Kill it! Kill it!"

The bug started to move around, making DJ squeal like a girl and jump onto one of the beds.

"That was my bed," Gwen groaned.

Everybody started screaming and jumping onto objects, trying to avoid the cockroach.

"It's just a tiny cockroach!" Y/N grumbled. "You guys are acting like a bunch of pussies."

Suddenly, Duncan walked through the door, carrying an axe.

Y/N swore the heard the cockroach saying 'Help me' before Duncan brought the axe down on it.

"You know, stepping on it would have worked to," Y/N said.

"Then why didn't you do it?" Duncan asked, smirking.

"Didn't wanna get cockroach guts on my shoe."

"If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, kay?" Tyler said to Lindsay. "Cause, you know, I could do that too,"

"They always go for the jocks," Duncan scoffed.

"What? Jealous that it's not you?" Y/N mocked his earlier statement, walking out of the cabin.

"Y'know, you still haven't told me your name, sweetheart," Duncan said, catching up to her.

"Chris literally said it earlier when he was making the teams," Y/N laughed. "Not my fault, you're dumb as sand."

"Ow! You hit right where it hurt!" Duncan said, holding onto his chest.

Y/N giggled. "Tell you what, I'll tell you my name at the end of the first challenge. Deal?"

"Why you waiting until then?" Duncan asked, the two of them now standing on their cabin porch.

"Just to make you wait," Y/N smirked. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna finish unpacking my stuff."

--

"Listen up!" a voice rang out through the mess hall. "I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day!"

"Grab a tray, get your food, and sit you butt's down NOW!"

"This guy is seriously crazy," Y/N whispered to Duncan.

"Seriously," he whispered back, as the line in front of them started to move.

"Um, what exactly is this?" Y/N asked, grabbing her tray. "There's not any wheat in here is there? 'Cause I'm really allergic to wheat."

"I don't think it's gonna be that much a problem, sweetheart," Duncan muttered, also grabbing his tray.

"What did you say!?" Chef yelled.

"Nothing sir!" Duncan said, before him and Isabell quickly sat down at one of the tables.

"Sheesh, you're gonna die before the show even begins," Y/N laughed, poking at her food.

"Dying would be better than eating whatever this is," Duncan said, taking a bit then immediately spitting it back out.

"Welcome to the main lodge!" Chris said, walking in.

"Yo, my man," Geoff said from right next to Y/N. "Can we order a pizza?"

Y/N barely had time to react before a butcher knife was thrown right in between her and Geoff's head. Isabell's eyes widened in fear.

"Woah! It's cool G!" Geoff panicked. "Brown slop is cool!"

"Seems like you're gonna be the one dying before the show starts," Duncan muttered.

"Go fuck yourself," Y/N muttered.

"Your first challenge begins in one hour!" Chris said, walking back out of the lodge.

"What do think they'll make us do?" Katie asked.

"It's our first challenge, how hard could it be?" DJ answered.

--

At the top of a thousand-foot cliff, was Y/N and the rest of the contestants, all dressed in their swimsuits.

"Holy fucking shit," Y/N said, looking down into the water.

if you don't like the swimsuit, or the outfit that you wear, you're more than welcome to imagine something different

im going to try to update more frequently

but no promises tho

stay safe and make sure to drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[forggywrites]

Hello! I really enjoyed reading your Hobie x gn Reader head cannons I thought it was great. Is alright if I could request Hobie x gn Reader who has sh scars all over her arms but tries hiding it in the relationship but he eventually finds out. Sorry if this makes you feel some type of way. I have scars myself. Feel free to ignore and have a great day! ❤️ :)

Hobart "Hobie" Brown x GN reader with SH scars.

thanks so much for requesting! I love Hobie with all my heart, as someone who struggles with SH, it makes me really happy to think about how how he treats a partner who struggles.

Also requests are open and encouraged!

CW: talk of self Harm, not proofread or edited.

Hobart “Hobie” brown x GN reader with SH scars 

Throughout your relationship Hobie never questioned why you would never wear short sleeves, he just thought it was a fashion choice. You two had met in the fall months when things had already started to cool down, so it wasn’t odd for someone to be wearing long sleeves, but once it got closer to the hot summer months and you continued to wear the long sleeved shirts he started to get suspicious.

“Love it’s pretty hot out there, you sure ya wanna wear a jumper?” 

You would tell him it was fine, and that you always ran cold. You two didn’t live together and had never gotten undressed in front of each other so he had never seen most of your body before. He understood how you might feel insecure about the way you look and would always compliment you or hint at going to him if you needed to talk. 

Though when the weather forecast stated the next few days were gonna be the hottest days of the year, he knew he wasn’t gonna let you wear your normal attire.

You two had plans to go to an all day outdoor punk show, he knew it would be scorching out, so even he ditched his normal stuff for cargo shorts, a tank top, and his battle vest. (Along with sunscreen) When you arrived at his apartment in black jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a long sleeve denim jacket, he was pissed.

“You are not wearing that, it is way too hot for all that.” All you could do is stare at him, he had never been so snappy with you. “I’m not letting you get heat stroke, you can wear some of my clothes.” You didn’t move, scared about the thought of him seeing your bare arms for the first time.

He walked back into the room with some of his clothes, which would undoubtedly be big on you. As he hands you the clothes he stops.

“Babe is everything alright?” He asked while still holding the shorts and t-shirt.

You were on the verge of tears, scared you had disappointed or angered him somehow.

“You know if there’s anything you need to tell me, you can. I’m not gonna be mad if you don’t wanna go or somethin’”

The room was quiet, neither of you said a word.

“I… I have scars” you muttered, barely audible.

“What was that love? I’m sorry but I couldn’t hear ya.” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“I have scars.” You answered, now loud enough for him to understand.

…

“So what, I don’t care.”

…

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

“I mean I don’t care about how you look, you mean alot to me, some scars wouldn’t change that.” he stands there, unsure of what to do or say.

“Even if I did it to myself…?” you asked, tears now falling down your face freely.

All he could do for a moment was stand there, slightly shocked. He had gathered you had struggled with your mental health in the past, and he knew self harm was common. But the thought of you having struggled with it had never crossed his mind.

“Love, you know I care about you. I’m sorry that you didn’t feel comfortable telling me and if I forced you to tell me now.” he steps closer to you, bringing you into a hug. “I don’t see you any different, you’re still the same amazing person. I don’t wanna force you to change but I want you to understand that I'm concerned about you overheatin’. Your past doesn't define you, if anyone gives you shit for your scars i’ll teach em a lesson, got it?”

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. “We can stay home if you like, there’ll always be other shows.” 

You had stayed silent, the proposal of not going only made you feel worse. The tears continued to stream down your face as you sobbed out an explanation on how you don’t want to ruin his fun.

“Love, you won’t be ruinin’ my fun, I care about your comfort more than anythin’.” as he says this you start to calm down.

“I still wanna go, but i’m not sure I can wear short sleeves, last time I did people kept staring.” Hobie didn’t know what to do, he wanted to make you happy and not ruin your fun. Suddenly he got an idea.

“I’ll be right back love, I think I've got something you could wear for now.” with that he rushed into his bedroom and started looking through the piles of clothes, looking for a specific item. Soon enough he found it, an old long sleeve he had bought stole that had cooling effects. He had gotten it to wear while working out and he knew it worked well.

“Here ya go love, this shirt has some sort a cooling tech, it works pretty well for me, so why don't you wear it for now until we get you some of your own and/or when you start feeling confident enough to go sleeveless, how’s that sound?” He has an adorable smile on his face, proud of his genius idea.

“I.. I think I'd like that.” you were finally done crying, glad he had come up with some sort of alternative.

“Aight, but you’ve at least gotta wear some shorts wit it, the shirt isn’t gonna help wit those trousers.” Hobie smiles, glad you two could come up with a solution.

“Alright, I think I can do that.” you say this while taking the shirt and previous pair of shorts to the bathroom of his apartment.

Soon enough you come out of the bathroom with the baggy long sleeve and shorts, holding the shorts up with your hands so as to not let them fall down.

“I think I need a belt or something.” was all you said as you walked out, seeing this Hobie burst out laughing, both from the oversized clothing and the cuteness of his partner in his clothes.

“All right, I'll get ya a belt.” he says, walking back to his room, still snickering.

Soon he walked back out with a belt that had holes all the way around so anyone could really wear it. After slipping the belt on and securing it, he helped you fill up your water bottle and apply sunscreen, because no matter the skin tone, you can always get sunburned.

The two of you had an amazing day at the show, you laughed, talked, met new people, and overall caused chaos.

Even through your hardest times, Hobie has done everything he can to support you.

[bipabrena]

The King of the Ashes (Aegon II-centric Helaegon fic)

Praying to the gods, old and new, to release him from his suffering, Aegon is sent back to the morning of his coronation. He is still weak, he still does not know how to rule. But he has one weapon: information. And with information, comes power. He now knows how to learn.

Being burned and usurped by his brother has left him with no love or patience to spare, for anyone. Everyone he thought he could trust betrayed him, and so he will pay their cruelty twice in turn.

Read here.

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Every breath was a torment. The burns on his body, although healing, pulsed with fiery pain. His broken leg throbbed incessantly. The centre of his belly where Aemond had pushed him stung. But what hurt worst, what stung hottest, was that all of this was because of his own brother.

Aegon clenched his teeth, trying to suppress a sob.

He was alone. He was always alone.

Everyone had forgotten about him.

His mother mocked him, Cole had made plans behind his back, and Aemond had burned him alive, to usurp his throne. But he lived, he survived, and Aemond taunted him. Aemond knew he was indispensable; Vhagar made him so. No matter what atrocity Aemond did to his own family, his own allies, it stood that he was the only dragonrider they had. Helaena was too timid to fight, no matter how formidable Dreamfyre was. Daeron, sweet Daeron was away in Oldtown. Aemond was all that was left.

But Aegon had been a rider too, he'd had his Sunfyre, his golden love. Aemond knew this, and yet he attempted to murder him anyway. His resentment and ambition ran so deep, he was willing to cripple his own house in the process.

He screamed hoarsely, barely managing to get his cries out. His voice was weak from disuse. It hurt so much.

Sunfyre, his Sunfyre. How could he involve him in the fight? His love, his golden love, he must have thought it was just another ride. And yet Aegon rode him into battle, thinking he would only be burning an army, helping the men who rose up for him. He didn't know an enemy dragon would be there. He didn't, because his own council hid it from him.

He didn't want the throne, but he tried anyway. He tried. He wanted to do something, to prove himself. And yet no one cared for it. He was a puppet, that's all he was. It's all his mother and grandsire wanted.

Aegon wept. He wept. His body shook with the effort. He cried for his Sunfyre, and then he cried more because the more he cried, the more his body shook, and the more his body shook, the more his wounds hurt.

“Why?” he whispered, his voice barely more than a ragged breath. “Why does it have to hurt so much?”

His love, his golden love. How could he be dead? His boy, his precious boy.

He could not endure this any longer. He did not want to. He wanted it to end. He wanted peace, oblivion, anything but this unending torment. He can't stand the pain, it's killing him. He did what he had never done: he prayed.

To the Seven, to the Father, Mother, Maiden, the gods old and new, to anyone who would listen. He begged.

Please, he begged. End this torment. If not now, then let Aemond smother him with a pillow tonight, and then the traitorous cunt, the kinslayer, the kingslayer might be satisfied then. Then he could laugh with the traitor Cole and his wretched mother about how their plan succeeded, how they killed him.

Gods, the pain. It hurts so much.

He slept for hours, and then he roused again. Three suns and moons waned and waxed. Grand Maester Orwyle came, always helpful, always kind. He did his job, as did the maesters. Larys visited him, kept him up to date. Every time he roused from his sleep, he wept, wondering why Aemond hadn't murdered him in his sleep yet, why he couldn't grant him that mercy. Every now and then, the double doors to his chambers would open, and Aemond would just stare at him. With that smirk, that arrogance in his eye.

Please, he begged. Make it stop.

Another night came after a day of sleep, and healing, and pain. Only his White Cloaks stood guard outside, but what good were they? Aemond could kill him if he willed it, and no one could stop him.

He shut his eyes tight, willing himself to sleep.

A soft creak of the door drew his attention. He opened his eye. He craned his neck slightly, wincing at the effort. The White Cloaks stood aside, and a small figure hesitated between them.

Aegon's eye widened. His daughter, Jaehaera, stood there, her pale hair fashioned in the same style little Jaehaerys had. She looked so much like him, he could hardly stand to look at her.

"Jaehaera?" he barely mustered.

She stepped into the room, twiddling with her thumbs. "... Father?"

Aegon struggled to get his words out. The pain was unbearable. "What... are you doing here?"

Jaehaera reluctantly moved closer, stopping by his bedside. She was so small, he could hardly see her. "Mother said you were hurt," she said. "I wanted to see you, but she said I shouldn't."

Of course, Aegon thought. He had neglected Jaehaera, only paying attention to Jaehaerys so that he could prepare him as king, the way his rotten father never did for him. For Helaena to command that she didn't visit her wretched father, it was natural. He was no father at all. No husband.

Aegon closed his eyes. "Thank... you, for coming."

He wished to say more, but he couldn't. Speaking was painful.

Jaehaera's tiny hand reached out to touch him.

"Jaehaera?" Aegon heard. The door had remained open, so anyone could've sneaked up on him. Aemond could come to taunt him at any second. He weakly opened his eye, to find Helaena. "What are you doing here?" she asked, as soft as ever. She stopped by Jaehaera's side, leaning to carry her. "I'm sorry, Aegon."

Aegon frowned. "She... wants to see me?"

Helaena hesitated before nodding. "I told her to not disturb you. I'm sorry, we'll go now," she turned to leave.

"Helaena," he croaked, straining to raise his voice. Helaena turned to see him. "Have you... wanted to see me?"

Helaena's brows rose. "I have seen you... when you're asleep. I didn't want to bother you whilst you were awake, so that the maesters could tend to you. I also thought you might not wish to see me."

Aegon's heart ached at her words. Had she truly wanted to see him? Had she truly come to him? Even after he'd neglected her? Even after losing their son, and he hadn't mustered to say a word? "Please," he begged. "Stay. I need someone."

Helaena froze. She seemed stunned. Her mouth opened, and then it closed. "I... I will be back," she said, leaving with Jaehaera.

"No," he begged weakly, "stay!"

Helaena left. But soon enough, she returned, just as she said. She'd put Jaehaera to bed. Helaena sat by his bedside. Awkwardly, unsurely, unable to look at him. But she was there.

"Sorry," Aegon wheezed. "Sorry."

His body shook as he wept. And then he wept with pain.

He felt weak, and pathetic. Weeping before someone, it was unbecoming. He truly was no king. He was no one.

That's why his brother usurped him, why Cole and his mother betrayed him. Because he was no one.

He felt sudden warmth on his hand, the hand that lay on his belly, as it had when Aemond had pushed it against him. Pushing, straining his burnt flesh. But this warmth was different. There was no anger, no hatred, no derision.

Aegon opened his eyes to find Helaena, looking away. But holding his hand.

Please, he begged. Even now, as he understands someone cares, he still cannot help but beg.

Please, he begged. End this torment. Someone, anyone. Please, end this torment. He can't take the pain any longer.

He turned his hand around and weakly squeezed Helaena's hand. When he felt her thumb stroke his wrist, he begged again.

Please, he begged. End the pain.

He drifted into sleep, his hand clasped in Helaena's.

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The Not So Great Outdoors: Pt. 1

"Yo! We're comin' at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! I'm your host Chris McLean!" A guy in his mid-twenties introduces himself in front of a dock on the water. "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!" He says, making his way down the wooden dock. "Here's the deal, 23 campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other. Then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down "The Dock Of Shame." Take a ride on the loser boat and leave Total Drama Island, for good." He pretends to be hitting with a golf club then moves on to another area. "Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow." He then picks up one of the three marshmallows on a stick that lays on a metal bar, biting the white thing of fluff to eat. "In the end, only one will be left standing. And will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and small fortune, which let's face it they'll probably blow in a week." He lifts up a thing of magazines then a small chest of jewelry and other shiny things. "To survive they'll have to battle;" It cuts to bear hands swinging at flies. "Black flies, grizzly bears," the bear roars. "Disgusting camp food," a bowl of worms now shows, "Hey now." A big worm speaks. "And each other." It cuts back to Chris. "Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp." It then shows some of the cameras over the island. "Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here from now on... Total Drama Island!!" He announces and it cuts to the theme song.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island. All right, it's time to meet our first 12 campers. We told them they'd all be staying at a five-star resort, so if they seem a little T.Oed that's probably why. Also! We have an uneven amount of campers to purposely make it a little unfair." He whispers to the camera. Grinning, I turned to see the first boat arrive.

The first girl to show up wore pink pants and a blue and green shirt. "Beth, what's up?" To his question, she excitedly ran up to him and hugged the host. "It's so incredulous to meet you!" She then backs away. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life." She informs him as he fixes his shirt. She waves at the camera innocently."Uh... Thanks." It then moves on one by one, DJ who seemed annoyed by it being different than the brochure. Gwen a goth girl, is angry about what she signed up for, Chris then shows a stack of papers. Next is a bond party dude wearing an open pink shirt and a cowboy hat, Geoff who just looks happy to be there. The girl after him is wearing a black crop top with jean shorts, and a pink belt looped around, smiling gently, [Name]. Geoff helped her down from the boat. Then a dimwitted blonde girl with shorter clothing was helped down by Chris. Behind is your typical mean girl, Heath whom Beth excitedly came up to who did not get the same response. Loud music blares, a boy with piercings, a green mohawk, and a skull on a black T. Typical bad boy, Duncan who doesn't like surprises. Horn honks and comes to an athletic boy water skiing who ultimately falls into the water, Tyler, lands on the suitcases, a case splashing into the water, soaking Heather. Chris giggled at the scene, while he was distracted by the hilarious scene a redheaded boy breathed deeply on his neck. [Name] makes a disgusted expression but noticing the camera she quickly covers it with a smile. Harold, the redhead was actually happy about being at the campsite. Number nine, Trent who plays guitar, knows Chris from the figure-skating show.

Trent even shows slight disappointment but being between Gwen and [Name] he lightens up the tiniest bit.

Bridgette, the next blonde girl holding her surfboard, unknowingly swung it around and knocked a few people. Next is Noah who asked if they knew about his allergies. Duncan already messing with the kid. Here comes the curvy, bodacious girl, Leshawna who Harold has easily fallen for. But calling her big and loud, ticking her off.

Two girls in matching everything came net, Katie and Sadie who were super enthusiastic about it being a camp. Unfortunately behind them is a kid in a blue beanie who's a smart ass, Ezekial. Homeschool kid, what else can I say?

A scrawny-looking kid after him, Cody tries to act cool and like a ladies' man. He goes right next to [Name], and she tries her best to stay polite to him even though he is drooling over her already.

A buff girl in dark blue is Eva, already angry. Loud coming on the deck is a bigger blond dude, Owen. Chris trying to match his energy at how he finds everything awesome until it's too much. A precise smart girl who's neat and very nice, Courtney like the other chick gawk over the next contestant, a beautiful-looking male model, Justin. Even Owen. Sadie fainted.

A crazy contestant, a redheaded girl named Izzy slipped and fell, face-planting onto the dock and then dropping into the water. Courtney and [Name] seemed to be the only ones worried.

"Everyone on the dock!" He gets on the boat as everyone poses for the camera, [Name] standing beside Heather and Cody. As it clicked there was no flash. "Oops, forgot the lens cap." He fixes his mistake. "Okay, hold that pose." He tells them. "One, two- oh, no. Wait!" He pauses. "Cards full." He shakes his head as everyone gets annoyed. "Hang on!"

"Come on, man. My face is starting to freeze." Leshawna begrudgingly says. "Got it, okay!" He grins looking into the lens for the last time. "Everyone say, Wawanakwa!"

"Wawanakwa!" Everyone yells in unison just as the dock cracks then collapses on them the flash goes off. "Okay guys, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in 10!" He orders, not even giving them a minute after falling into the water.

"Ohh, I can already tell I'm going to hate this man." [Name] hisses, and Heather hums in agreement.

POV change to yours

I ring out my shirt, watching everyone else do the same. We all make our way to the campsite, sitting or standing by the tree logs. I stood slightly away from everyone else. "This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks," Chris announces, I cross my arms. Why did I even sign up for this? Oh right, my sister told me this was an audition for a movie. Not a reality TV show. "The campers sitting next to you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. You dig?" Chris explains, I notice how they all look around at each other, and that one scrawny boy uh... Cory? Was staring directly at me. "The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000." Chris grins as Duncan steps up. "Excuse me, what will the sleeping arrangements be, because I'd like to request a bunk under her?" He points to Heather who seems shocked. "They're not coed, are they?"

"No," Chris shakes his head. "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other." I could feel the girl's relief. "Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with a lake view? Since I'm the prettiest." That one blonde girl, Lindsay asks sweetly. "Okay, you are but that's not really how it works here." He shortens her excitement, "and it's Chris."

"I have to live with Sadie or I'll die." The tan girl out of the two idiots holding hands says. "And I'll break out into hives." Sadie cries. "It's true."

"This cannot be happening." The goth girl plainly speaks up, she and that athletic dude in a red tracksuit get picked up into a hug by Owen. "Aw, come on guys it'll be fun." He happily states and I quietly snicker. "It's like a big sleepover!" He gasps. "At least you don't have to sleep next to him," Tyler tells Gwen, motioning to the bad boy who is giving a deer a noogie.

"Here's the deal, we're gonna split you into two teams." Chris brings out a paper. "If I call your name out go stand over there." He points.

"Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, [Name], and Noah." He finishes and we go over to where we're told. "You are officially all known as the Screaming Gopher!" He throws a green flag our way, Owen catching it. "Yeah! I'm a Gopher!" He chees and it feels like he won't get upset about anything. It's going to get super annoying.

"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie worriedly questions but gets ignored.

"The rest of you, over here." Chris smiles, "Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva and Harold. Move, move, move, move!" He shouts at the other team. "But Katie's a Gopher! I have to be a Gopher!" Sadie wails out, and Courtney reaches out to her. "Sadie, is it? Come on. It'll be okay!" She comforts the girl. "This is so unfair, I miss you, Katie!" As if we won't be in the same area most of the time anyway. This is a bit dramatic. "I miss you too!" Katie calls back.

"You guys will be known as... The Killer Bass!" Harold catches the red flag. "That's awesome. It's like... amazing!" He breathes out. I nudge Gwen next to me and whisper: "I don't know who's going to be most annoying, the screaming sisters, the redheaded geek, or the big blond." I chuckled and she joined me, covering her mouth.

"All right, campers! You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition." It then cuts to him in an outhouse stall. "You'll also be able to share your innermost thoughts on this tape with video diaries any time you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking, or just get something off your chest." He grins, eyes closed then it cuts to us speaking.

"This is stupid but I'm going to win, I'll just have to befriend everyone here!" [Name] smiles, her legs crossed sweetly.

"All right, any questions? Cool, let's go find your cabins." Chris says with his hands on his hips. "Gophers you're on the east cabin." He directs. "Bass you're in the west." We make our way with our luggage and as I go to lift up my bag it gets swiped out of my hand. "Let me take this for you." It was that one kid from before. "I got it." I laugh but he shakes his head. "I insist." He carries it for me into the cabin. I cross my arms under my chest and shrug following along behind him.

"Bunk beds? Isn't this a little summer camp?" Heather asks, Gwen, walking past. "That's the idea genius." She smartly says. "Shut it, weird goth girl." Heather snaps back and I smile to myself. "What an insult, she was right. You are a genius." I go up to Gwen who high-fives me, we both laugh as Heather scoffs but before she can even say anything Cody comes up to me. "You're good at comebacks, and super smart. I feel that." He places a hand on his heart. "Shouldn't you be on the boy's side?" Gwen raises a brow, he gives us a toothy grin in response. Gwen and I glance at each other and throw him out of the cabin, not seeing Leshawna making her way inside. "Aah!" He screams, landing right in front of Trent and Chris with a thud.

"Where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straightening iron." Lindsay questions, stepping outside. "There are some in the communal bathrooms just across the way," Chris tells her. "Communal bathrooms? But I'm not a catholic." I take a deep breath at her stupidity. "Not communion, communal." He corrects, Gwen sits down on the steps, adding to the conversation. "It means we shower together, idiot." The blonde's blue eyes bulge sadly right before she cries. "Oh no! Come on!" I leaned against the railing and noticed Owen, Noah, and Trent pop out of the door together. "I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just us guys. You know what I mean?" He chuckles but once they side-eye him he immediately tries to backtrack. "I mean no, I didn't mean it like that! I love chicks!" He chuckles again, they just awkwardly walk away. "I just don't want to sleep near them." He catches it once more then stammers. "I mean..." He runs after them.

"Excuse me, Chris." Geoff utters out loud, "Is there a chaperone of any kind on this faculty?" He asks as Bridgette makes her way into the cabin. "You're all 16 years old, as old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself you'll be unsupervised." Chris shrugs. "You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge starting now." I watch the trees as Geoff cheers for being unsupervised. It was interrupted by a loud scream coming from Lindsay, inside our cabin. A group of us look inside. "Oh, man that white girl can scream." Leshawna comments, I mentally agree. "What is it? Kill it! Kill it!" It was a tiny roach and I guarantee we're going to see creepier, scarier, grosser things than this. DJ gasps before screaming like a girl, jumping onto a bunk, and breaking it.

It was mine and Gwens. "That.. was our bed." She slumps, I shake my head sadly. Harold runs in stomping at the bug, everyone screaming and I roll my eyes. As everybody freaks out, Duncan comes swinging an axe down.

"Well, that's one way to kill a cockroach," Gwen smirks and I scrunch my face. "A stupid one," I say loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you do better." Duncan says, I stare at him for a minute. "You could've just led the bug outside. You didn't have to kill the poor thing." I sigh, grabbing the axe from the floor. "Awesome." Harold compliments. I lug the tool outside, placing it down on the ground. "If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, okay?" Tyler goes up to Lindsay, "Cause you know, I could do that too." He flirts with her and lucky enough for him it works. They look deeply into each other's eyes "Cutely?" "They always go for the jocks," Duncan says and I snort quietly. "Cause you're so likable anyways?" His eyes widen slightly then makes a sly expression. "Yeah, you just gotta get to know me." He winks, and I laugh, patting his shoulder. "You'd like that."

We all line up inside of the main lodge, "Listen up!" Chef shouts, I'm in between Duncan and Ezekial that homeless kid? Or homeschooled, I wasn't exactly paying attention when people talked about him. "I serve it three times a day and you'll eat it three times a day. Grab your trays, get your food, and sit your butts down now!" He screams at us aggressively. "Excuse me, will we be getting all the major food groups?" Beth quizzes, looking worried. He slops down whatever he made onto a bun. "Yeah 'cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar," Harold explains his problem. "You'll get a lot of shut the heck up!" He gets in the kid's face who runs away quickly.

I sigh to myself, Duncan looks over at me. "What's your deal, mouse?" I shrug, "None of your business, pincushion." I cut in front of him and stood next to Gwen, Surprisingly I didn't get anything back in response from him.

"Pincushion? She's... wow" Duncan grins to himself in a dreamlike state.

I heard Owen say something but I didn't catch it. "What was that? Come closer fat boy. I didn't hear you." He motions for the boy, and Owen grabs a tray. "Uh, I didn't really say anything important." He backtracks, I almost feel bad for him being put in the spotlight. Almost.

"I'm sure you didn't." He then hands out another tray. "You. Scrawny kid. Give me your plate." He demands, slopping down another spoonful onto Noah's plate but it stuck back up so he had to do it again.

I got my plate of sludge and was going to sit next to Gwen but I ended up stuck next to Cory?... Cody and Justin. Everybody poked at their food as Chris greeted us once again. "Welcome to the main lodge." I pushed my food away and paid attention. "Yo, my man, can we order pizza?" But that question brings a flying butcher knife from the kitchen flying right into the wall behind me. "Whoa, it's cool, G. Brown slop is cool." Geoff freaks out, Chef holds another knife at us. "Right guys?" We all nervously nod, awkwardly laughing too. Cody slumps down to hide under the table. I glance down at him and he looks up at me and straightens his posture. "I wasn't scared of him." He tells me and I raise a brow.

"Really I wasn't." He whispers, I nod. "Mhm."

"Your first challenge begins in one hour." Chris holds up a finger, turning around to walk out before any of us can ask anything. "What do you think they'll make us do?" Katie turns to DJ. "It's our first challenge. How hard can it be?"

We're on the top of a cliff, "Oh shit." DJ says out loud.

Chptr 2

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[mod-kyoko]

Could you do a reader that's cold all the time?

Like, it could be the hottest day of the year and they'd still be freezing their booty off?

Preferably one of these characters: Gundham, Hajime, Nagito but it doesn’t matter who you write :>

gundham, hajime, and nagito with a reader who is cold all the time

fandom: danganronpa: goodbye despair

type: hcs

a/n: sorry this took so long omg

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gundham tanaka

my guy does not have a poker face. whenever he lends you his scarf or jacket his face is red for the ENTIRETY that you're wearing it

and what's worse is he has no scarf to hide behind

unfortunately gundham is clueless and cannot see that you're cold, ever

so you have to tell him

and he still won't take the hint

and you want to ask him for his scarf but that's fine because someone else will tell him

"one of the devas, mirage golden hawk jum-p, told me that you are cold," he'd say, removing his scarf

he wraps it around you with care, and stands back to get a look

"you must take absolute care of that scarf, it was awarded to me after i defeated its previous owner in battle," he blabs

you can't take him seriously though, because his face is already red and he's fidgeting with his fingers

from then on, the entire duration that you're wearing his scarf, he keeps sneaking looks at you, cherishing the way you look while wearing it

hajime hinata

bro is bamboozled as to how you can be constantly cold

he's very warm all the time so he never has any kind of jacket or sweater on

but when he met you, he got into the habit of having one around anyway

at first, if he didn't have a jacket, he would just hold your hands and rub your arms

now he knows better

he brings a jacket everywhere and he's always bewildered as to how you're not super prepared all the time

always blushes when he sees you wearing his jacket

he won't admit it but he actually prefers you wearing his jacket so you'll smell like him

but when he doesn't have anything, it's okay because seeing you shiver is the cutest thing in his eyes, it makes him laugh, and it gives him an excuse to touch you more

nagito komaeda

nagito is cold all the time too, which is why he wears his jacket even in the summer

and he hates being cold, but he would endure it for you

he knows how cold you get, so from time to time he'll touch your hand just to see

"ah, my love, do you need my jacket?" he'd ask, but you don't really have a choice in the matter

"please take it, you deserve it more than i..."

he'll drape it over you, helping you into it even though you could do it yourself

he'll hold you from behind, resting his chin on your head until he feels like you've warmed up enough

honestly he's really concerned most of the time, like how tf are you cold right now??

bro sweats when he's nervous too it's so funny watching him worry about you so much when you're not in immediate danger

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