#mod hajime

[mylifescenery]

𝔼.melia 𝔸﮳dores Having 𝔸﮳ Jog 𝔸﮳t The Park.

[shsl-forrealmemes]

How could they erase Mahiru's Freckels. How. Dare. They.

[hopes-peak-postal-company]

For Mod Hajime, i hope this doesnt sound weird but could you do a platonic fatherly yandere imagine post with Elias Bouchard? I like to imagine he fixates on a new Institute hire who doesnt know the fears are real and just decides "Its Child time. There is nothing I wont do to make my new child happy." But he also has to work around Jon and them getting in his way because they just dont GET that he's a Father now.

A FATHER'S LOVE!

"surely you'd choose your father over your friends, wouldn't you?"

summary. getting a job at a spooky academic institute offers toms of spooky outcomes. you just didn't expect to get a father figure and a overlyprotective friend group.

contents. platonic yandere! elias; elias is a wet cat grandpa; the archivist gang are slightly yandere; happens right after season 1

✦ It was difficult. Getting by in the big London city and rent to your flat was quite ridiculously high, even for usual london rent standard. But thankfully, a position in The Magnus Institute had opened and you managed to get the spot after wrangling out your best qualities to the HR like you're trading them.

✦ Now, you were aware of what you were getting into. I mean, an institute that's notorious for having many people going MIA or dying, but this was the only job that accepted you out of the millions you applied for and frankly, it pays better than most of them.

✦ So, you worked as the institute's librarian. It shocked you to know that they have their own personal library but at the same time, you kind of expected it. After all, it is an academic institute and there's bounds to be numerous books and soucres to cite for every statement given, regardless of how strange there are.

✦ You've met a couple on the job. Some were nice and often has small talks with you while some simply comes and goes, not even bothering to talk to you unless they're checking a book out. It was fine, of course, you can't help but feel disheartened. After all, all you do is stand by, organize the library and do nothing. It gets a bit lonely sometimes.

✦ And then, one day, a certain someone came to the library and it was no one other than big boss himself— Elias Bouchard. You never met the man before, only hearing him from Rosie and the others, but he is generally well-disliked by his own staff. You had nothing to complain about him and honestly, you find his company nice.

✦ He comes to the library whenever he has free time and then would talk to you. It wasn't just small talk, not just noise coming out of his mouth to fill in the silence, but he talked to you. He told you so many things— his opinions, his likes and dislikes —and even asked you about yours.

✦ Elias would listen intently, taking in every information about yourself in a manner so ... different from how he usually carried himself. Elias Bouchard was a prideful asshole and you knew that obviously well from just his body language, and yet when it comes to you, he is oddly soft. He reminds you almost like a dad for some reasons.

✦ And your relationship with your boss became like that. You didn't mind, you understand to some degree but even still you couldn't wrap your mind around why he chose specifically you. Maybe he didn't choose or maybe he did, but either way, this outcome was better than him hating you.

✦ But then, only a few months into your job, you suddenly got promoted to assistant archivist, joining the very few others in the archives in their day-to-day life.

✦ It was ... suffocating at first. The institute did suffer damage from the Prentiss Attack as you heard from the other employees and with the archives being the main target for the worms, it was not surprise that the Archivist and his team suffered greatly. Though injured, all of them still came back in one piece so that was a good thing.

✦ It took a while getting to know the others: Martin was the quickest to befriend and he'd bring you your favourite cup of tea whenever he can. Tim was the second, jokingly flirting with you at first but he was comfortable to be around and somehow both of your intensive knowledge on memes made the two of you friends. Sasha, on the other hand, took a bit more effort but in the end, she was just as fun and cheery as the other two outside work.

✦ Jon, on the other hand... He was wary, of course, a bit of an asshole too but you were determined to let his walls down, and so was the team. He gradually came to accept (aka get comfortable with) your existence and doesn't glare you like a cat you just rudely woke up.

✦ Elias... Elias isn't too pleased with this development though as you come find. He finds every excuse in the book to have you in office, stalling you just so he could spend more time with you. He had moved to the archives for one very specific reason and that was so he can watch you carefully.

✦ I mean, how couldn't he? You were so nice to him, oblivious to the concept of the entities and you didn't even care if he gets a bit 'spooky' (as Tim puts it) at times. In fact, he claimed you as his kid the moment you seem to play along with his 'little cryptid act'.

✦ But The Archival team... Oh, did they get on his nerves. But he couldn't do anything, no, he was sure you'll know and they'll tell you about what he truly is and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't lose you to them, so he'll have to just slightly abuse his power a bit. Just to have you be by his side a bit longer.

✦ Of course, Archivist and Co. can't stand by idly and watch him take their friend! And so, everytime Elias and one of them come to your desk at the same time, it's practically a tug of war for your affection and attention.

✦ It makes you laugh honestly, seeing them fight like this. Reminds you so much like a father trying to shoo away any his kid's admirers.... Only if you knew though, then you wouldn't be laughing.

notes. hi hii!!! tysm for requesting this!! i always wanted to write for tma but couldn't. ik this is a pretty old req (i think like .... from june i think?) and i wrote this months ago but forgot to finish

reqs are alwyas open!! and dont forget to reblog any of our works here on this blog, it help us a lot!!! ty again for requesting!

[ohmyronpa-imagines]

The last anon read my mind lol. Is it alright if I request the same thing with Fuyuhiko, where reader is trying to escape someone killing them and he saves them?

Man, y'all sure do love your near-death experiences. Nothing wrong with that though, I like writing them! Thank you for the request, Anon! - Mod Hajime

Fuyuhiko Saving You From A Murder Attempt

There was no reason for you to even be outside at a time like this.

But it was so hard to believe you had been trapped on a remote island and were now part of a killing game. Didn’t that sort of stuff only happen in fiction?

Still, despite Monokuma telling you all that your cabins were safe, you didn’t trust them.

You especially didn’t trust yours, if the broken lock was anything to go off.

Thinking ahead into the future, you didn’t tell anyone your door was busted. That would’ve made it too easy.

Though, being outside made you easy prey as well. There wasn’t a motive to kill yet, but wasn’t being trapped on an island a good enough reason?

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stood up. Long gone was the desire for peace within Jabberwock Park.

Without missing a beat, you ran back to your cabin, your adrenaline making it easier to handle running for such a long distance.

You opened your door and shut it behind you, letting out a long sigh. Nothing had happened today, not even a little spat between your classmates had occurred. So that meant there was peace, right?

You shuffled to the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. Dark circles were forming under your eyes and your expression had turned into a permanent frown. Well, that was to be expected, considering you hadn’t slept properly in days.

The silence in your cabin was interrupted by the sound of your doorknob jiggling. Your useless lock audibly popped and the door creaked open.

If you shut your bathroom door now, you’d be discovered for sure. You tucked yourself into the corner, hoping the lack of light would you from the intruder’s vision.

Unfortunately, your efforts didn’t work. The intruder’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm, yanking you out of your hiding spot.

A shout ripped from you when you felt a sharp pain in your side. You looked down to see the handle of an ice pick sticking out of you.

With adrenaline pumping through you, you delivered a strong punch to your attacker, knocking them into your dresser. A little Monokuma plush hit the floor from the impact, bouncing against their leg.

Suddenly, you were very aware of the metal in your abdomen. You caught yourself on your dresser and staggered towards the door.

Blood roared in your ears when you heard the attacker getting up. You had to get out of there immediately.

The door slammed behind you and you stumbled across the docks, unsure of where you were. Everything was spinning and you felt like your dinner was about to make a second debut.

Your head knocked against a solid piece of wood. It cleared the heat in your ears so you did it again. You continued for an unknown amount of time, barely aware of an obscure figure walking towards you.

Without warning, the cool wood was removed from your head, sending you to the floor and the mystery person fleeing.

“What the fuck?” You heard someone talking. The voice was familiar, but your head was too full of melted butter to process it. Instead, you responded with a groan.

Trying to remember how to stand, you held your hands out to push yourself up, but the ice pick was making it hard to move. You struggled to find the pick and gripped it, ready to pull it out.

“Don’t do that, you dumbass!” A soft hand smacked yours away and you were quickly pulled into a bright, much warmer room.

A pretty face was in front of you and the person waved their hand in front of you. “Hey! Look at me! Don’t you dare die right now!” You squinted.

Pink cheeks, freckles, long eyelashes, and a mean snarl.

“Fuyuhiko?” You mumbled, struggling to pick an eye to look at.

He huffed, “Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened to you?”

“Stabbed? I think.” You looked down at the ice pick and reached for it again, only to be stopped by Fuyuhiko again.

He held your hands down and ordered you to stay still and lay on the ground. The yakuza disappeared for a moment until he returned with a pair of scissors, a rag, bandages, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

“Gonna take it out?” You whispered, focusing on his face, specifically a freckle on his cheek.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he cut the fabric around the knife and pulled your shirt up, opening the rubbing alcohol. He was looking for something, but you didn’t know what.

You groaned when a stinging sensation erupted on your sternum. “Don’t move, you have a cut here.”

“What about the other one?” You asked, pointing at your plugged stab wound.

“If I pull it out you’ll bleed out. Can you shut the fuck up now?” He grumbled and wrapped your cut in the bandages.

Fuyuhiko sighed and dragged you over to his bed. When he realized he couldn’t carry you, he threw his pillows and blanket on the floor. He laid down next to you, quiet, but watching you.

Each rise and fall of your chest could be the last, and he didn’t want someone dead in his room.

He didn’t want to see anyone die for that matter.

You were one lucky bastard. Knocking on his door after getting attacked wasn’t easy, to add to that, you had an ice pick completely lodged in your body. He wanted to ignore it, but hearing the knocks get progressively slower made the pit in his stomach grow.

When he opened the door he was expecting something worse, but having you fall at his feet was worse. Not to mention the suspicious shadow that crept away when he opened his door. What would’ve happened if he hadn’t opened the door?

Did you even realize you were dying?

He looked over at you to check and let out a sigh of relief, seeing you still breathing. He just had to wait for the sun to rise then he could grab Mikan to get the ice pick out of you.

Hopefully you could make it for two more hours. He glanced at the clock, reading 5:00. “You really are a lucky motherfucker.” He let out a half chuckle.

He reached his hand to hold onto yours and squeezed it.

He was just checking your pulse, that was all.

[pinklovenest]

Wow! What good luck I have today! I took this boyfriend quiz and got Hajime!

Well, what do you think, Hinata-kun? Is it true? Are we made for each other?

I really don't think basing such a serious thing off some quiz is a good idea.

Especially when the quiz probably isn't accurate... it doesn't even have everyone accounted for...

....

I took a quiz too...

Don't lie, Hinata-kun. I heard you yell from your cabin for a do-over.

T-that's wrong! It'd be utterly pointless to fake a result for some stupid quiz!!

I'm wrong? Well, I could always ask Mioda-san what she heard. She has great hearing, after all.

I... I...

Well, what does it matter right? I was just messing around... quizzes are fun but uh don't take them seriously..!

– Mods Komaeda + Hajime

[ultimatenotalent]

Danganrompa: Trigger Happy Havoc redesigns

[truth-and-lies-drv3-imagines]

Hey! Can I request Rantaro, Kokichi, and Shuichi with a female S/o that is wearing their clothes and pretending to be them but then the boys walk in on her? I hope this makes sense. Thank you!

Gotcha, that makes perfect sense! they are very drippy, good choice lol

-mod Hajime

Rantaro-

Rantaro was incredibly smart, yes. But a complete scatterbrain at the same time. He always lost things due to the fact that he would leave them lying around. You being his kind beloved, you always brought back the misplaced item if you found it.  

You had spent half the day with him at the pool the day before and Kirumi had let you know she found his shirt and a couple of his rings there after her routine sweeps. 

You thought about bringing it straight back to him but something inclined you to slip on his shirt and rings right where you stood. Kirumi gave you a confused look and you naturally struck one of Rantaro’s poses where he held his arms out menacingly. 

Getting the typically stoic Kirumi to let out a sniffle of a laugh made you feel pretty good about yourself so you kept going. Kirumi politely excused herself all of a sudden and you wondered what you did wrong, opening your mouth to ask but only a gasp escaped you as you felt arms wrap around your waist. 

“I see you found my shirt.” Ah, there it was, that deep, sultry voice you lived for. “We need to work on your survival skills, someone could’ve easily snuck up on you like I did just now with intent to kill.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head to see Rantaro smiling back at you,“and you need to stop losing things.”

He chuckled at the retort, “I think next time I’ll lose my whole outfit just to see you in it.”

Kokichi-

The night before, you’d gotten into a heated argument, ending with both of you yelling “maybe you should walk a day in my shoes, huh?!” Maybe you shouldn’t have said that because now you were staring at your closet in awe with all your outfits gone and a row of Kokichi’s outfits hung up in their place.

And it was just your luck that you’d already taken a shower and thrown your clothes in the hamper. Annoyed and still slightly irked with yesterday’s bickering with the boy, you put on the clothes, turning side to side to admire the fit for a second.

“Little bastard,” you scoffed, pressing a finger to your mouth mockingly and forcing a taunting smile and adding a higher pitch to your usual tone, “I’m the Ultimate Supreme leader, come join me, blah blah blah blah, blah-”

Too preoccupied with mocking him, you failed to notice Kokichi walk through the door (as he did regularly without permission because as your certified boyfriend, he reserved the right to break into your room whenever he wanted) and hear your entire imitation monologue. 

He caught your attention when he gagged loudly, “do you really think I sound like that?”

You turned around to make a snarky remark but he caught you off guard with him wearing your clothes, and confidently at that. “I know, I know. I can pull just about anything off. You on the other hand...” he eyed you up and down and you couldn't help the flustered and irritated blush that rose on your cheeks.

“I’m still mad at you.”

Kokichi frowned, walking closer to you “I was just kidding! Here, let me retie that scarf, you did it all wrong.”

Still feeling rather hot seeing him in your clothes, you let him slowly unwrap his checkered scarf and tie it back, his fingers grazing the back of your neck a few times and in that momentarily silence, you forgot about your stupid little squabble. 

He patted your head when he was done, dusting off his hands as if he’d done something laborious, “now it’s time to show everyone how absolutely adorable we look.”

You were planning on avoiding people until he gave your clothes back so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the teasing and that did end up happening but hey, at least Tsumugi liked it. 

Shuichi-

When you two weren’t sleeping or using the restroom, you were together. So it made sense that you were in Saihara’s room during nighttime just before his nightly training session with Kaito and Maki (to which you refused to go to because there was now way you were going to do 300 pushups). 

With Saihara gone and you bored out of your mind, you explored his room until a funky idea hit you. In the excitement of it all, you didn’t bother to lock the door, it’s not like anything dangerous ever happened at the Academy for Gifted Juveniles right? 

Maybe it was because he carried himself like a dork but when you saw it on yourself, you finally appreciated how fashionable his outfit actually was. You grabbed his old hat just to add the cherry on top and smiled to yourself contently before changing your demeanor to imitate Saihara’s.

You looked silly, walking around the room and making animated (and accurate, dare I say) impressions of Saihara in different situations. 

You froze immediately upon hearing the click of the door. For some reason, the first thought you had was I’m gonna get murdered in Saihara’s clothes!

But lo and behold, it was just Saihara, and somehow that made it worse?

He was so awkward about it, he stood there for a full two minutes just staring at you wide eyed, breathing heavily from the intense workout. “U-uh...”

You were about to explain yourself when he quickly sped to his bathroom, mumbling under his breath something along the lines of, “you can keep it.”

[danganronpa-haven]

Hey Mod Hajime... Can you write some Komahina w laser tag? Thanks!

My goodness yes! My apologies for the extremely late response Anon!

The simp shall be nagito (since it's komahina and not Hinakoma) - I also added a bit of Sonia x chiaki!

Hajime and Nagito when out with their friends Kazuichi,Chiaki, and Sonia to play some laser tag. Everytime Nagito plays laser tag with Hajime he always Makes sure Hajime doesn't get shot.

and so the round begins!

Nagito went around the map to try to find Hajime, after some time Nagito bumped into Hajime, but saw that kazuichi was trying to get Hajime out, Nagito quickly appeared into the fight and with one shot he got Kazuichi out. "When did you come here!? WAIT WHAT ARE YO-" before Kazuichi finished his sentence Nagito stormed off with Hajime while holding hands. "Cheaters!" Nagito and Hajime heard kazuichi say along the wall. Soon they bumped into Sonia and chiaki. "Well it looks like I'm not the only one protecting someone!" Nagito says to chiaki. "I'm guessing Kazuichi is already out then?" Chiaki says. "Yeah" nagito says while Sonia looked around and then said "Hajime is gone!" Witn a gasp. "Be carefu-" as soon as chiaki was about to finish her sentence Sonia got shot "oh my.. I'm very sorry chiaki.." sonia says in sorrow. "It's alr-" then chiaki found herself cornered, and then just smiled "alright alright. You win.." chiaki says with a chuckle putting her arms up and then being shot with the last laser, BUT THEN BOOM SHE DODGES AND DOES A SUPER DRAGON JUMP KICK AND KICKS BOTH OF THE GUNS OUT OF HAJIME AND NAGITOS HANDS AND THEN SHOOTS THEM. "Hey! Not fair!" Hajime says. "Never mess with the high school level gamer..." chiaki says.

Again sorry for the long wait!

-Mod Hajime out!