TMR/TBS Imagines

Donald // Death Of A Superhero *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by laughterofsea
I have not had time to watch the movie fully, so all I watched were bits and pieces. I really hope this makes sense and follows how the movie went. This was very out of my comfort zone, and I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this.

Donald is the character Thomas plays in the movie Death of a Superhero. The movie mentions sex a lot, so this will pertain to that too.

Waring: Mentions and descriptions of sex. Possibly triggering since it has to do with death *

Third Person POV

His friends were only trying to help him. They thought they were doing a good thing by asking all of those girls. They wanted to appeal to his wishes to not die a virgin.

"Choose one," Hugo asked, holding up two photographs which was different from the other boys only holding one. Each picture had a different girl on it, each girl with little clothing and tons of makeup.

"What?" Donald asked. He was sitting on the bed with his drawing in his lap when his three friends came into the room, causing him to quickly rush to put his pictures away. He had a thin white sheet covering his hips and everything below.

"Chose one. Which one do you wanna sleep with?" Hugo explained, shaking the pictures lightly to get Donald's attention.

"I'm not sure about this guys," Donald said nervously. This seemed all wrong to him. His friends had just given him the option to sleep with four girls, but it didn't feel right to him- not when she was taking over his mind.

"But they all agreed to it," Micheal whined, causing both the other boys to spin their heads at him. He realized a second later what he had said, and immediately regretted it.

"Agreed?" Donald asked, his voice raising in anger. "Did you three just go around asking girls to have sex with me?"

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

The heads turned back to Micheal, who's shoulders were slumped down in shame. He was just being honest.

Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a girl. (Y/N) smiled when she noticed Donald sitting on the bed before giving the same gesture to the three boys in front of her.

"Whatcha' guys doing?" She asked. The boys nervously folded and shoved the printed pictures into their pockets and their coats.

"Nothing," they answered quickly, hiding their guilty faces.

"No," Donald spoke from the bed, "I won't do it." The three boys understood the stern tone, and turned to leave the room. Once the door closed, (Y/N) walked towards the bed. She saw the inked pages poking out of his bed sheet.

She gently pulled the notebook out and began flipping through the pages. Her eyes traced over each page, impressed how each splotch of black ink was converted into a picture. She loved the way he drew himself as the superhero, and loved even more the talent he had with the drawings.

"You should do something with these," she said. She wouldn't take her eyes off the page, the same way they Donald wouldn't take his eyes off her.

"They're not even that good," he mumbled, dismissing her advice. (Y/N) wanted to argue, but she knew he wouldn't listen to her so she gave up. She tapped his left leg until he got the message that she wanted him to move it. After he shifted it closer to the right, she took over the space that he made for her, and continued to brush through the pages.