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let him go apeshit !! let him go absolutely bonkers, i say !!
丘比特 ; #3. how exactly did you meet the satoru gojo ?
nerd!toru has always been the toughest nut to crack: a well-known campus heartthrob for girls who fantasized about being "dominated" by quiet guys, who would honestly care less about them and their delusions.
nerd!toru never seemed like the type of guy that would spare even the slightest glance at a pretty girl. him, with his stoic, cold facade: paired with his natural rbf—he really did look like the kind of man who would sneer at any and every woman who tries to flirt with him.
at least, that was until...
nerd!toru caught sight of you during one of the frat parties his infamous twin launched.
nerd!toru was instantly captivated by the gentle smile that naturally painted your glossy lips—how you held that aura of warmth so beautifully, as if it was nothing more but instinct to you.
you stuck out like a sore thumb, in the best way possible. a sliver of calm in a sea of chaos and obnoxiously sweaty, drunk, and high university students.
his heart slowed, and for a second, it felt as though there were drums in his ears. his face flushed faintly, though his lips remained pursed.
nerd!toru has always been logical. it wasn't insane to say that he was borderline obsessed with being calculative and practical; always creating equations that made various solutions to the problems in his life.
tonight, he was faced with a strange dilemma. yet another variable in his story—except, you were unknown. unexpected. unpredictable.
so, nerd!toru began to create equations to solve you.
"yo," he called out to his twin, whose hands were currently wrapped around some random accountancy student.
"bro!" nerd!toru frowned, quick to be annoyed with frat!toru's antics.
"you havin' fun, lil guy?" frat!toru laughed, head thrown back carelessly as he moved closer to his twin brother, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
nerd!toru clicks his tongue, gesturing towards you in that cute, frilly dress. "you know who that is?"
frat!toru took a minute to squint and observe, focused in your direction before widening his eyes with a relaxed, knowing grin. he glanced towards his twin, a teasing tone in his smooth, raspy voice. "why? you interested?" he cooed.
"just tell me her name." nerd!toru hissed, rolling his eyes at the scent of cheap alcohol stuck onto frat!toru's shirt.
"gotchu," frat!toru threw his hands up in defense, "that's y/n l/n, from the psychology department. biiiiggg sweetheart, that one. such a good girl." he sighed, batting his eyes dreamily, before chuckling.
"exactly your type, i think. want her insta?" frat!toru smirks. with a casual hum, nerd!toru bobs his head in response, "actually, i think i've got it from here." he taps frat!toru's shoulder in reluctant appreciation, before boldly making his way to you.
you were completely oblivious to the absolute hunk of a man coming your way—absorbed in your own little world. nerd!toru approached with purpose, quiet confidence in every stride.
"hi," nerd!toru's calm, velvety voice called out, as you jumped ever so slightly in surprise.
"oh! hello..?" you greeted back hesitantly, unsure if it was you he was speaking to, only to be promptly reassured by his weight dipping into the seat beside you.
"you seem pretty nice for a girl who's currently in a frat party." he muttered out curiously, a hint of amusement in his tone.
you chuckle, rubbing your nape out of habit. "really? i was.. kind of thinking about ways to dip, and hurry home to read books."
his brow raised in interest, "what books are you into?" you smile, "psychology. you know, stuff like research and thesis. maybe casual books too, where i can dissect a character's background and their issues." you laughed.
"that's.. interesting. i usually lean towards chemistry- er, you know, my course." he shrugged, observing you from the corner of his eyes.
"that's cool! chemistry and psychology are actually very intertwined, you know? have you read any books about that? stuff like neuropsychology and neuropsychiatry!—" you began to ramble on and on, pulled into the topic which clearly featured both of your majors.
he smiled. a small tug on the corner of his lips. 'gotcha.' he engaged in the conversation almost immediately, attentively asking questions and making valid points that ignite sparkles of genuine interest in your eyes.
he walked you out at exactly 1:00 in the morning; the cold, mildly damp air sending shivers up your skin. your friends were already slumped in the backseat of your car, stuck in a drunken haze.
"drive safe." he waves, a gentle smile on his face. before he could turn around, you called out:
"actually.. can i have your number? er- you don't have to give it if you don't wanna.. i just figured, since we had a good time tonight.. well-" before you could finish rambling, he laughed.
nerd!toru smiles, glee hidden behind nonchalance, "of course."
the equation was already being solved, but for some reason, he wouldn't mind if he kept solving forever.
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Another Dead on main writing prompt: outsider pov for dead on main.
Jess likes to think she’s normal.
Sure, she works for a crime lord but, Red Hood is actually a decent guy. He only hurts people who deserve it, he kills rapists and murders, and he protects kids. Last week, jess saw Red Hood help a kid with their English homework! Honestly, she’d probably marry him if he wasn’t so difficult to talk to. The dude’s social skills need some serious work.
They had just finished taking down a trafficking ring and Hood had taken the kids who didn’t have somewhere to go, to their warehouse. It wasn’t very homey but, the kids seemed comfortable. Hood had given Jess his phone and told her to deal with any calls he receives, before walking away back to the kids.
That was almost an hour ago.
Now, the goons and kids alike were all sitting at this bar counter as Hood cooked them dinner. Seriously? The guy can cook? Maybe Jess will just fix those social skills herself. One of the kids were deep into a story about how Hood had saved her before.
“-there was blood everywhere! It was so gross.” The kid- she looks about five- giggled as she spoke, “Then, Hood gave me one of his knives and said sorry but he had to go. He told me to stay in the area and that he would come back for me.” She looked down then admitted, “I was scared, and I ran.” She then speaks a little louder, “I’m sorry, Hood.”
Hood stopped what he was doing and moved his hands to take his helmet off as he turned around. Hood lifted his helmet and- yep. Jess is so fucked. The guy is beautiful. He smiles at the kid, leans down on the counter to be at a similar height and claims, “It’s okay, Sweetheart.” Then, he asks, “What’s your name?”
She smiles brightly, “My name is Emiline! But everyone calls me Emy.”
“Nice to meet you, Emy. You can call me Hood or Red.” Hood says gently to the kid.
She tilts her head and asks, “You don’t have a nickname?”
“Red Hood is basically my nickname. I picked it myself.”
“Okay!” Emy shouts. “But, why did you pick Red Hood as a name then?”
“That’s- That is not a story for kids.” Hood looks down as he speaks. Or at least Jess thinks so, she can’t really tell with his domino mask on.
“What?!”
“Oh, come on!”
“Really?!”
“Hood, we’re alley kids. We aren’t scared easy!”
Emy nods, “Yeah! Please Hood?”
Hood pauses, thinking it over. Then replies as he moves back to the Spaghetti he’s making, “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Okay!” Emy shouts.
“Hey boss?” George speaks up. George is a pretty nice guy. He has offered to walk Jess home after they get done with work, multiple times. He always smiles and is kind to her. Fuck. Maybe she should be crushing on George instead of their boss.
“Yeah?” Hood asks.
“Why aren’t we-” He gets cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.
Oh fuck. It’s Hood’s phone. The one he trusted Jess with. She clears her throat before answering, “Mr. Hood is currently busy at the moment and won’t be willing to talk until tomorrow.” She looks questioningly at her boss. He nods in response.
“Oh?” The person asks with a laugh.
“Sorry.” Is all she says before hanging up.
Before she can say anything the phone rings again. She answers, “Mr. Hood is currently not available. If this is important leave a message or call back tomorrow.”
“It’s important.”
“Okay. then, what’s your message?” she asks the person.
The person laughs and Jess ignores the urge to hang up, “Tell Hood that his husband is trying to reach him.”
What?
Did Jess hear that right?
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” Jess asks just to make sure.
“Tell Hood that His husband wouldn’t have to call his work phone if he would answer his texts.” Hood’s husband(?) says.
So. Jess heard right then. “Would you give me a moment?” She asks rhetorically as she places the call on hold. She slowly places the phone on the counter and mumbles under her breath, “What the fuck.”
“Everything okay, Jess?” Hood asks.
She looks up at him and stumbles over her words, “Ev- everything is fine. Nothing t- to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” Hood asks again.
Jess nods, “Yeah. I’m just a little shocked.”
Hood tilts his head in question, “What was the message?”
“Um,” She gives a look of confusion as she says, “Your husband wants you to answer your texts.”
Hood freezes. Actually the whole room freezes. No one dares to speak. Hood slowly reaches inside his jacket grabbing something from a hidden pocket. Once he has his hand is back out of his coat, Jess can see that Hood grabbed a phone. She watches as he presses what she assumes is the power button and the screen doesn’t light up. The phone is dead.
“Fuck.” Hood mutters. Then, he quickly places the phone on the counter and holds his hand out in front of Jess.
Right.
She has Hood’s ‘work phone’. She picks the phone up off where she put it on the counter, and then hands it to her boss.
Hood quickly takes it off hold and speaks before the other person can, “Before you say anything, just know that my phone died.” Jess can’t hear what Hood’s husband is saying on the other side of the call. “You already know I can.” Hood flirts? HELLO?! The guy is flirting with- OH RIGHT! Jess don’t be an idiot. Let the guy flirt with his husband. “I will, baby.” Jess hears HER BOSS mutter to his husband. As if remembering he isn’t alone, Hood looks around the room calmly.
He clears his throat before changing his tone slightly and asking, “So, what did you call about?” Whatever Hood’s husband says makes Hood laugh. “Really?” He asks in disbelief. He shakes his head before continuing, “By author. Is there any other way to organize a bookshelf?” He rhetorically asks. What The Fuck. Is jess witnessing the CRIME LORD Red Hood be domestic?!
She looks to her left and gives George a look that says ‘Are you seeing this shit?’ He slowly nods in response.
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An Eclipse x Saturn drawing I drew before the redesign heh and I really like the art of these two :3 <3
Freddie! (Yes the owl is from kings lynn leisure farm)
