#I almost refused to make this rough draft because it seems Cringe to make an angsty comic of Pinterest quotes for a PMD OC | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

machinegunbun · 3 years

Text

this is based on a true story and i feel stupid typing out this novel

I slept with someone miles from home whenever I was 21 who looked suspiciously like Colson some details have been edited in order to protect identities/obscure timelines

Also shitty and boring it’s a rough draft forgive my URL also thought I could changw it when I made it omg

I’m gonna send this in pieces bc it just disappeared (I can’t take the hint omg)

~££~

The sound of pans clanging against a cold, concrete floor snap you back to your senses and also prompt you to press a Bluetooth earbud further into your brain, to drown it all out and get back to the flow. As the beat pounds on and on into your canal, aggressive lyrics soothing your movements into a ballet-esque orchestra repeating the task in front of you, you begin wrapping prepped food like a machine once again. Although burns, cuts, and bruises sting across your body (some of your trade, some for fun, and some from flat out vices) you pay no mind, as it is keeping you heavily grounded; Just as well, the crisp, wet, refreshing air (just faintly tinged with cigarette smoke,) of the emergency exit door wide open billow against your back, providing necessary healing and much needed relief from the aching muscles underneath your ratty shirt.

In the middle of your last piece of the steam table puzzle, you realize someone must be smoking this cigarette you smell? And it had been quite some time since your last, so it made you suddenly grit your teeth at the craving. Quickly checking the clock, you realize it is midnight, and you’re likely the last 2 in the store, so you need to hurry it up and finish cash drop. After all, it would be a long walk home in Cleveland, Ohio sleet.

You are jarred from your thoughts with a frigid, slender finger hooking your headphones around them and out of your ears. As you realize what Chipotle veteran is still left standing alongside you, you quickly pause the music and wipe your hands on a nearby towel before turning to face him.

“My bad I’m not done yet, if I’m holding you up Colson. I only have to stick this in the walk in, and count registers.”

A chuckle escaped the blonde don. He threw his hands up, so that you had to look up to see the tall, mysterious creature, as if to surrender. “I’m not a boss man, take your time. I just wanted to see if you needed a square. It’s been since lunch rush you had a break.” He stops to look at you sternly, although in fascination. “And you were here before me.”

“That’s okay,” you reassure, stacking bowls in your arms neatly, “I have to go by the gas station after this to get some.”

Colson begins snatching things from you to pace alongside you towards the cooler. “Let me help you. Take a break, I’ll GIVE you a cig, dude.”

You cringe at dude, because that is how everyone saw you no matter how many days you came in with make up and a clean apron. Nevertheless, you were grateful, and you told him as much.

You had become comfortable in the job itself the past 18 months, and you knew every employee from sheer silent and thoughtful observation, but you were sure this was the most you had talked to Colson (or the other, less attractive crew either, for that matter) and weren’t quite as content with small talk or favors. You noted sometime last week he must be having a hard time when you had to step on the line for him after an altercation with a customer, which he walked out over. First time in a year and a half, so you knew it must be serious.

Once the task was completed, Colson abruptly grabs you by the arm and forces a menthol into it.

“Let’s do that first and then we’ll blow this joint.” Ever the jokester, as he says this, he winks and pulls a joint from behind his ear.

“You got tricks,” I laugh

We walk out the back and Colson hops up onto a stack of Buffalo Rock crates to light the J. You walk a safe distance from him to light your much appreciated cigarette.

“So you don’t talk much,” Colson hisses, taking a big inhale, before continuing as he keeps the joint from running, “but I know you smoke, cause your backpack always REEKS, dude.” He cracks a smile, eyes low and beautiful eyelashes glistening in the flurries swirling around you.

You nod in acknowledgement, no sense denying that. “It’s for my glaucoma,” you joke dryly.

Colson snorts and chokes before leaning out with the bud to pass it.

“So how you be doing that shit all day? Lifting dishpans bigger than you and shit, doubles 6 days a week?” Colson inquires, and if it weren’t wishful thinking you would say he was checking you out. Hopefully not just to see if you’re a robot.

You smile meekly. “Well, you do it, too,” you remind.

“Yeah but I’m not a girl. I’m… Well, look at me,” he boasts playfully from atop his King of the Hill stack, arms spread out to show off, as the makeshift throne wobbles slightly below. “I’m six-foot-foe,” he smirks, holding fingers up as he annunciates.

You have to laugh at his gloating. “Well, as long as I want to eat, I’ll be here,” you dismiss as gently as you can. try as you might, This brings up the uncomfortable memory of your first month here, when Colson silently pushed a plate of steak towards you on your break after watching you struggling to stay vertical.

Colson knits a brow as brushes your fingertips softly to take the blunt back. “Another question, do you really be walking home, alone, in this shit every night?” He motions to the snow beginning to swirl.

“Yeah, I do what I have to. It was rough at first, now it’s like meditation. Only, like, 15 minutes,” you dismiss. You know you could have a car by now if you could give up the pills, and you feel the shame, all too familiar, welling up like a tight ball in your stomach.

“Well I can tell you you ain’t doing that shit tonight,” he affirms seriously, “cause I got a whip now!” His tone of concern Cascades easily info one of excitement.

You’re blushing now, whyyy? You’d been able to avoid everyone up to this point, sans your dealer. “You really don’t have to do that,” you say, though the wind off your face did sound more and more intoxicating as it whipped around the two of you.

“I INSIST,” he barks, putting the roach out between two fingers.

You make quick work of counting the registers while Colson stared on, expression unreadable. You grow more self conscious with each single you lay down , but try to ignore it.

“Damn, you a pro at this,” he snorts, sticking the same stack of hundreds through the bill counter over and over. “You one with the bands or something. Almost faster than this thing,’ he motions to the machine on the desk.

"And that’s a wrap,” you conclude, stacking drawers inside the safe with a quickness. “I’m just gonna change and we can leave.”

Cautiously and curiously, Colson stands in the doorway, waiting.

“Oh, my bad, you might wanna do that in private,” he smirks, stepping to the side.

Quickly you pull the door closed to the tiny office and pretend you aren’t trying to see if Colson is looking thru the small glass window, while you quickly strip to a crop top, sweatpants and a light jacket. Once finished, you attempt to gather your composure, and exit to find him scrambling to gather his as well.

You head in silence to his car, a used ‘96 Toyota. Once inside, Colson shakes and rubs his hands together, flicking a heater on immediately. “Sh-it, it is freezing,” he remarks, warming his hands by his mouth, eyes grazing across you, “aren’t you dying in that??” He motions to your flannel.

“Business as usual,” you say. If only he knew how many pharmaceuticals and trauma went into that demeanor.

“Shid, fuck that,” he resists, and begins digging in his backseat. “Here, this is Slim’s, wear it to make me feel better.”

You slip the jacket over your lap and give a nod of appreciation. You hated feeling like a homeless hopeless.

Colson reaches for the auxiliary cord and stops himself from pulling his phone from his pocket. You try hard not to stare at his briefs peeking over his belt.

“Let’s see what you’re bobbing your head to all day,” he smiles, hand out.

You oblige, only to realize who it was paused on.

“Oh, wait, not that playlis–”

“Dawg, is this my shit??” Colson almost screams, although curiously he doesn’t seem creeped out, he’s… Excited?

“Uh…” You bite your lip. “You… Did promote it constantly. Well, still do,” you stammer.

“No, no. Do NOT be embarrassed, this is fuckin sick! Incredible,” he whispers in disbelief, hooking up the cord, as he pulls a devil’s horn with the other hand. “We have a fan!” He triumphs before putting it in reverse and backing away.

“So, I was thinking…” He trails, fingers drumming almost nervously on the steering wheel, “we could hang at my place for a bit? Our names are next to each other on the schedule, so I know you have TWO whole days off, too,” he reminds, almost shutting down any attempt at refusal.

“I have smoke,” you offer, “but no wraps.”

Colson grins big. “Perfect, I got both at the house.”

***

33 notes · View notes

drawlfoy · 5 years

Text

Drawn to You (cheesy but i refuse to change it)

masterlist request guidelines requests are open!

pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader (finally! my first ravenclaw reader!)

request: yes! i’m pairing two together, kind of...if you requested the draco x ravenclaw reader without any other plot specifications other than him being jealous, this one is kind of for you. i didn’t know how to fit the jealousy part in, but you sounded thrilled to have anything ravenclaw and this was next on my list and i didn’t know what to write since i had no other plot points. also...the person who sent this request in, this is for you as well! it’s getting out much sooner than expected, but that’s just because i’m combining.

summary: draco notices a ravenclaw girl doodling him in class and decides to confront her.

warnings: none! just sweet fluff, maybe some cursing.

a/n: oof i’m so sorry for not posting anything for a while! i’ve been going through a rough introspective moment in my life when it comes to my relationship and i feel like i’m on the verge of a breakup and i just kinda feel shitty, so that’s why i’m not writing as much as i should be. i’ll be okay, though, i have no doubt about it. if you have words of wisdom i’m all ears haha. also shoutout to my laptop for deleting the draft of this and making me rewrite the whole thing LOL

music recs: orpheus under the influence from the buttertones

word count: 1,812

taglist: @accio-rogers

Umbridge was a horrible teacher, even when she wasn’t acting bigoted and racist. Her classroom was so soulsuckingly boring that even her Slytherin pets found themselves tired of it.

So, naturally, as Umbridge instructed the students to copy down a passage from their blasted textbook three times, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across the room.

He was always an efficient writer and made quick work of the task, but as he scanned the room, he found that no one else was in the same boat as he was. He ran his fingers through his hair, already drafting the letter that he’d send his father when he got back to the dorms about how Umbridge sucked the life out of every class and that the ministry ought to do something about it. His father would find something to do to make her treat students, or at the very least, Slytherin students, better.

The back of his neck tingled, like someone was watching him. Draco’s eyes shot around the room, trying to see if another pair of eyes were trained on him.

There.

It was a brief moment, but he had seen a girl with Y/H/C hair duck her head down at the table by the door. Looking closer, he could see a blue and bronze tie around her neck. The girl was wearing her uniform, but it looked slightly tampered with--a brooch and a flower were attached to her lapels and a midnight blue scrunchie resided on her wrist.

Ah, he knew who it was. He had never spoken directly to Y/N Y/L/N before (he was never close to any Ravenclaws), but he often saw her floating through the halls, conversing quietly but passionately with her friends at meals, and curled intently over what he thought was a journal in the library. She had a slightly dreamy vibe, but not in the loony Luna fashion...it just seemed as though she looked at everything around her through a different, more delicate lens.

Draco knew he needed to stop observing her like a creep, but there was something off about the Ravenclaw. She was intently focusing on a piece of parchment in front of her, but her textbook was forgotten and pushed off to the side.

She swiftly glanced up again, meeting his eyes and freezing for a moment. A soft rose began blooming on her cheeks as she tried to nonchalantly scan the room, pretending like she wasn’t just looking at him. After she seemed satisfied, she ducked back down to whatever she was working on.

Then it hit him. Her hand was moving in methodical but varied strokes and she often spun the parchment to regard it at a new angle. Draco realized that she wasn’t writing--no, she was drawing something.

He leaned forward in his chair, attempting to catch a glimpse of the picture. His tries were in vain, however, as he was much too far away to make out anything.

Draco was overtaken by an intense curiosity to know what she was drawing, and in typical Slytherin fashion, he had a plan.

Raising his hand, he asked Umbridge if he could go to the loo. She quickly granted permission--he was one of her favorite students, after all.

He rose up from his chair, carefully maneuvering his path so he would be forced to walk past Y/N’s table to get to the door. The girl was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even hear him approaching.

However, once he saw what she was drawing, his previous swagger and slyness crawled into a hole and died, instead leaving him frozen with shock.

Y/N’s careful hand was meticulously adding eyelashes to a sketch of him leaning over his own textbook and writing, as he had been doing just minutes before. Picture Draco’s eyes were narrowed in gentle concentration, her handiwork capturing the intelligent glimmer in his eyes just perfectly. A piece of hair hung over his forehead, just barely tickling his brow.

Suddenly self conscious, Draco reached his hand up to feel his forehead, and sure enough, a stray hair lay there.

She had done a really good job. It was almost as if she had taken a picture and pressed it into the parchment, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

The sudden rustling of his robes jolted Y/N out of her trance, and just as she was beginning to look up at Draco, he bolted off, his mind racing even faster than his feet.

♥♥♥♥

“You’ve got an admirer, Y/N!” Melanie, a fellow Ravenclaw, giggled into her ear.

“Huh!” Y/N responded, looking up from her dinner plate.

“Yeah, look over at the Slytherin table, you’ll see.” The blonde shoved her shoulder playfully, motioning with her head.

Y/N raked her eyes up and down the table, not seeing anyone in particular, until she stopped at the very end of it.

Draco Malfoy’s eyes were unnervingly bore into hers from across the hall, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Are you sure he’s admiring me, Melanie?” Y/N quipped, nervous amusement creeping into her tone. “He looks like he’s going to skin me alive instead.”

Melanie shrugged, spearing a roasted carrot on her fork.

“You never know with those Slytherins. They’re so unpredictable. One day they’re all over you, the next...” Melanie sighed, and Y/N had a feeling that her friend was no longer offering advice, rather sharing her own personal experience with one Pansy Parkinson.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that,” Y/N comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re more than someone to experiment around with, and you’re gonna find your person one day!”

They were silent for a few moments.

“Speaking of finding people,” Melanie said, “Where did Draco go?”

Y/N looked over to where he had been sitting moments before, only to see his seat vacant. The Slytherin table looked oddly empty without their token head of silvery blonde hair.

She only had a few moments to wonder before a throat cleared behind her. Spinning around, Y/N was greeted with the sight of a rather flustered looking Draco Malfoy.

“Er... hey, Malfoy, can I help you?” Y/N cringed at how professional she sounded, like a saleswoman welcoming him into a store.

He cleared his throat again.

“Yeah, can I talk to you for a second?” He stayed stationary, his eyes flickering nervously and refusing to meet hers. “Alone, if that’s alright?”

Y/N shot Melanie a what the fuck look and received an identical one back before standing up.

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

♥♥♥♥

Y/N followed the Slytherin out of the Great Hall and to a quiet corridor, all the while wondering what was wrong. Draco had never spoken directly to her, and while she’d always admired him from afar, she never imagined them having a conversation. Maybe he had seen her drawing him?

She pushed the thought away. There was no chance.

“Let’s sit here.” Draco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he motioned to an empty staircase.

They sat down, leaving a healthy few inches between them. Draco fiddled with his robes as Y/N picked at her fingernail polish, justifying her actions by reminding herself that they were chipped anyways.

“What’s up?” Y/N finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“Well, I, er, noticed something in class today that I wanted to speak to you about,” Draco said.

Were his hands shaking?

Y/N had no more time to wonder as the truth of the matter hit her. Of course he had seen the sketch of him in DADA. She had thought she was sly about it, but there was no other reason for him to be talking to her.

Recognizing the realization displayed on her face, Draco leaned a bit closer.

“It was a beautiful drawing, by the way,” he informed her softly. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N blurted. “I know that I should’ve asked first. That was super creepy of me to do. I swear I’m not some sort of stalker...her class is just so--”

“Boring?” Draco cut in, one eyebrow raising in amusement. “Yeah, I know. And it’s alright...I just want to know why you did it.”

Y/N froze, another blush creeping up on her already hot cheeks.

“I don’t know, I was bored, and you were in good lighting,” she lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Why didn’t you sketch Goyle or Crabbe? They were next to the window with me,” Draco pushed, bumping her shoulder and making her suck in a quick breath.

“I...er....I just do whatever my inner artist desires,” she responded lamely. “You just looked so focused, and your hair is really fun to draw, so...”

She stopped herself before she could let anything else slip out.

“Oh, so you’ve done it before?” he teased, an infuriatingly calm smirk forming on his lips.

“None of your business,” she grumbled, breaking the eye contact and scooting away from him.

Draco waited a few painful seconds before shifting the same distance closer to her.

“I don’t want to upset you,” he said truthfully. “I honestly think it’s cute.”

Y/N blushed again, resting her face in her hand to try and hide the evidence.

“You don’t think it’s creepy?” she asked, cautiously meeting his eyes.

“No, how could I?” he answered, mirroring her actions. “I’m flattered, truly.”

She allowed herself to smile shyly at him.

“Thank you for understanding, Draco, I appreciate it.” She let the words hang out in the air for a few moments before finishing. “I should really head back to my friends though, they’re going to start to get worried.”

Draco smiled too, a rare break from his snarky facial expressions. Y/N made a mental note to recreate the exact scene in her sketchbook as well.

“I know, me being a Slytherin and all,” he agreed. “Your friends are probably seconds away from telling Dumbledore that you’ve been kidnapped and murdered.”

“We really don’t think you’re that bad,” Y/N soothed. “They’d only assume kidnapping. They don’t think you’re cut out for murder.”

Draco looked like he was about to argue, but he shut his mouth and grinned.

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad I got to finally talk to you,” he said as he stood up, offering his hand to her.

“Me too,” she admitted, taking his hand. “I’ve got to be off now, but if you’d like, I can give you the sketch.”

Draco was positively glowing.

“I would say yes,” he began, “but then I’d lose my excuse to talk to you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. She would’ve clasped her hands together as an anxious movement if she wasn’t clutching one of Draco’s.

“So what do you propose then?” she pressed, only stumbling over her words a little bit.

“I hear Hogsmeade has even better lighting than Umbridge’s classroom.”

final a/n: woah this request was adorable and i’m in love with the person who sent it in tysm. also did not edit this and i don’t have any beta readers so i apologize for any glaring plot holes/mistakes. let me know what you thought of it!!

#draco #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco x oc #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy imagine #slytherin #harry potter #harry potter imagine #ravenclaw

1K notes · View notes

danganronpa-imagines-and-doodles · 6 years

Note

Can I request a hcs where the dr2 boys pushes their s/o off an ocean cliff to protect them from enemies

(Did a writing one as they’ve been in my drafts for too long~ Also trying to make them longer/more detailed aha.Please tell me if they’re too long.)

Reminder that mod applications are open!

Ooo ,nice one! Had a lot of fun with this. Some enemies are monokumas and some are more vague. Swearing tw for Fuyuhiko’s naughty mouth.

Hajime Hinata

You could _see_Hajime flipping through solutions in his mind as the enemies drew nearer and nearer, his expression growing more desperate by the minute, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

He’s shaking a little, eyebrows furrowing, but he quickly takes a deep breath and turns around to you, still a little agitated but there’s a spark of determination in his olive eyes.

“I hope you trust me, y/n…” and you feel two hands grip your shoulders, squeezing a little.

The push comes as a blur. It’s a little forceful, as if he’s concerned that he may nudge too lightly and also because it’s a little impulsive. He tries not to let the worry take him over as he spins around to face the enemies.

He’d actually fight them quickly now, as he desperately wants to check up on you and is second-guessing himself at every moment as he gives it his all. He forgets to take care of not getting injuries, so he’ll meet you a little bloody. He’s embarrassed about it, about pushing you like that.

Hajime would hug you as soon as he saw you, not saying anything, just hugging tightly and placing his head on your shoulder. Some tears may fall.

He’d fuss over you afterwards. He won’t necessarily voice it more than once but he’s very guilty and constantly berating himself internally that he had to resort to such methods.

Also, this spiky hermit crap refuses to treat his wounds first. Your scraped knee is much more important than his pink(red?) stained shirt and expect a grumpy adorable Hajime if you suggest anything different.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is as composed as ever. His face smile sits like a mask on his face as the annoying, little, despair-ridden pests approached menacingly, flashing those ridiculously long claws.

“So much despair, it’s distasteful.” he exhales, wrapping his arms around himself, which wasn’t really helping the “murder-bears-are-advancing” situation.

“Hope will be born with this, but I’ll have to intervene. However trashy and inutile my talent may be, I can always trust it.”

Before you can intervene and tell him to please stop the monologue and to unwrap his arms from around himself because _those claws are longer than my legs and how in the world can you defend yourself if you’re doing all that- _you find your heel scraping at thin air and pebbles ricocheting off the side of the cliff-face.

He has backed you up right on the edge, you have to lean right against him to keep from plummeting down.

You feel the ground disappear beneath your already unsteady feet as he shoves you backwards with an arm. His elbow is pointy and it hurts but he’s calm. Of course. Nothing could go wrong here.

He’d seem almost uncaring later, as if he had just picked you up and put you in a safe little corner instead of launching you off a cliff.

But he’d suddenly become more protective over you, he trusted his luck but you being near him and on steady ground sounds like a better option.

Kazuichi Soda

Panic! He reeks of it! You know how they say dogs can smell fear? Well you must be a top-secret were-dog because you’re pretty sure you can smell it on the pinkhead.

“ughh..g–ghaa….” he has quite the collection of noises as the mechanical whirring of these demon robots grows louder and louder.

You’re injured, so he refuses to let you take any offensive action and though he’s not exactly a knight in shining armour, he can really do some damage with that wrench.

His knees were buckling and he cringed as he shoved the tool into the metallic skull of the monokuma, just for two more to take it’s place.

“This is bad…this is reeeaalllly bad…”

It’s obvious that he wants to pull his beanie over his face like a tortoise retreating into its shell but he steels himself and suddenly hugs you.

“I’m sorry, y/n! But I have to protect you.”

He pushes you far back, but there’s hardly any force in it. It’s the same push you’d give a puppy who is being a little stubborn on walks.

He’d have followed you if he wasn’t worried about them tailing you two, a monokuma stalking you in the night sounds like an eldritch horror.

He escapes by running across rooftops and all that jazz, he’s an expert at it.

When he sees you again, he acts a little cocky, all thumbs up and spiky smiles but then he starts tearing up because not only is he deathly terrified of the machines but also what if he had lost you? What were you two going to do in a place like this? He just needs to be comforted for a while.

Gundham Tanaka

A warlock such as he can’t expect you to fight in his battles. No matter how powerful his dark monarch is, you must be kept safe.

He is quite adamant on this. He doesn’t betray any concern or stress on the situation, but you see him look around as the situation escalates.

He trains his eye on the cliff and you can see the gears turning in his head.

“It seems like we still haven’t been bested yet! Yes, sometimes dark forces such as I must use the call of mother nature to escape from what plagues us.”

You look at the sheer drop, does he mean to lure your enemies into the ocean?

But suddenly he holds his arm our and four fluff muffins bound across it onto your shoulders.

“The four dark devas shall protect you.I entrust you in their care. Now, brace yourself.”

Before you can even blink, Gundham pushes you down in one firm sweep. You can hear the derisive words he’s flinging at his enemies. ( Calling them ‘lily-livered imps’ and whatnot) as you fall down.

He won’t come for quite a bit as he makes sure that none of the attackers can find you or endanger you. He may even set traps, of both the magical and ‘real’ kind.

The dark devas take care of you though. For being hamsters, they are very good caretakers.

They warn you of his approach and dance happily on your shoulders as Gundham walks into view.

You hug him and ask if he’s okay, he huff-chuckles and smiles faintly. “Why of course, you think a sorcerer such as me wouldn’t be experienced in the area of battle?”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Enemies? Enemies attacking him and his s/o?Fuyuhiko is NOT having it.

You know it gets serious when he stops swearing at them and simply grits his teeth and just shoots and hits back with incredible power and resilience.

He tries to shield you with his body though he can be a little rough with it, he may physically shove you back or back into you. He may not realise, his mind is in over-drive right now.

“SHIT shit shit shit…“he’s muttering so fast that the words melt into each other in a mishmash of anger and pugnacity. He shoves some more bullets into his gun but his hands are shaking and he’s having a bit of trouble.

But it’s the first time he’s talked in a while so it must mean it’s getting better…right?

”Y/n, you’re gonna have to jump.“His voice cracked a little, you would have laughed at him if this was a normal circumstance.

You blink at him, the ocean looks cold.

”I SAID JUMP!“

He barrels into you like a baby goat and you fell backwards.

Honestly,never mind the fall, his head probably bruised you!

He quietly takes care of you later though.

Such as cleaning your wounds and fussing over your bruises in his own way.

He meets up with you by throwing a blanket on you and telling you to dry up.

He’s concerned that the fall hurt you but would ask in a wayward way, as he’s afraid of the answer. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds out that you’re alright, ruffling your hair.

Nekomaru Nidai

It would take an absolutely horrifying enemy to make Nekomaru consider such an option. Or at least very very many of them.

Usually his plan is to keep you as close as possible and using his size to his advantage. He can take a lot of damage.

But this time, he knows he must take desperate measures. He’s getting too injured, and if he’s debilitated, he won’t be able to protect you.

He would be very gentle, even when the situation is dire, the enemies can be running at the speed of light but he would take him time to tell you that you are safe and to trust him.

He is good at controlling his strength, so the shove is a lot more calculated than you would expect.

But it would be an extreme last resort so he would try and get out of the situation as fast as possible, even if it means getting a little risky with the violence.

He would come back in one piece, however, and praise you on following instructions and, especially, your strength.He’s proud of you!

“You may think that fighting head on would make you strong, but trusting others and taking a plunge like that takes a special kind of strength that only the trusest athletes have.”

Teruteru Hanamura

Teruteru may look a little unimpressive in terms of height and ‘ menace meter’ but the truth is, he’s fiesty and powerful, and you better cross your fingers and have a nerve of steel to be able to fend him off. He doesn’t want you to get dirty (”at least not like this~“) so he dominates the fighting.

His skill with kitchen knives is glorious, to say the least.Him throwing you into the ocean would be on impulse, usually he’d never dream of letting his beloved suffer even the slightest inconvenience.

The only warning you’re graced with is a quick “Forgive me, my sugar plum!"And you’d feel two hands on your back and air rushing past you, whipping againt your skin like papercuts.

He takes his time fighting as he trusts you’ll be fine, and if he became injured, it’ll be catastrophic. Though of course he’d love being nursed back to health by you~

He presents his rosy cheeked self happily when he finds you, acting cheery partly because he found you and partly to take your mind off the ordeal.

He always treats you like royalty but he really lays it on thick after that: drying your hair, cooking good food with what you can find and keeping your warm being just the tip of the iceberg.

Even if he is a little bit injured, he recovers fairly quicky.He doesn’t have many as he’s suprisingly agile and skilled at dodging.

Byakuya Twogami

Byakuya is very skilled at fighting, due to their SHSL leading them to master the identities of various, highly-skilled fighters.

However, you were too near the enemies for their liking, so they took a gamble and pushed you into the ocean without a word.

It’s quite an aggresssive shove, they wanted you out the way as quickly as possible to avoid any injuries, and they saw it as the lesser of two evils.

They continue fighting with tooth and nail, their sole purpose being to keep you safe. It may sound cliché but it’s what drives them to muster that extra strength and defeat the enemies.

They get pretty injured, however, as the adrenaline numbs the pain of their wounds. They don’t show it, of course.

Slightly hypocritally, they will insist that you rest and take care of yourself due to any scrapes you sustained after being pushed.

They would feel very guilty but wouldn’t show it- rather they let their caring actions and fussing do the talking.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #kazuichi souda #gundham tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #nekomaru nidai #teruteru hanamura #byakuya twogami #ultimate imposter #sdr2

485 notes · View notes