#something abt his face and pose just didn't turn out right

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hiii! this is my first request on tumblr but i jus love alastor sm and there is NOT enough fics for me out there. so im asking u❤️

what abt alastor being jealous of someone else in the hotel? for example: angel dust, he puts on music and you two are dancing with eachother happily not noticing the red eyed demon with a tight grin. 🥰

Hii! Honestly after writing this I realized I didn't follow the prompt exactly, less jealousy and more Alastor being overprotective. Oh well! Hope you like it anyway :D!

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Your fingers dragged down the skin around your eyes as you let out a long sight, sitting at Husk’s bar with shoulders propped on the cold counter. What a day it had been, running around in the typical chaos of the hotel as Charlie tried to get some group bonding activities finished. It was getting late, and you just finally had a moment of peace.

“‘Ey, toots!” The chipper voice broke your peace and you couldn’t help it when another audible sigh escaped you. The culprit of the broken science paid no mind.

Turning your head, you narrowed your eyes and made eye contact with the lanky pink spider. You were a little salty at him in particular, being one of the main catalysts to the everyday insanity. He had an easy grin played upon his lips as he stared back down at you with his multicolored eyes, one pair of arms on his hips that jutted out a little too unnaturally in a mischievous pose. His golden tooth glinted under his light grin with a similar air of “hey I’m up to no good right now.”

“You look fuckin’ tired!” He barked a laugh, dramatically squeezing his eyes shut in a theatrical show of laughing in your face. It really wasn’t that funny, and you couldn’t stop the frown that touched your lips as you watched him. He took pride in being the way he was. Annoying.

“No thanks to you, Angel,” You clipped back. You turned your head to watch Husk, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He had become an expert in ignoring the spider demon’s presence, which was how he managed to stay sane with said demon’s constant flirting and sexual nature.

“Anyway,” He waves away your targeted words with a wave of his hands as his eyes roll up. “I was thinkin’ we get outta here for the night? Me and Cherri were gonna have a “girl’s night.”” You briefly thought about the humor in Angel admitting to being ‘one of the girls,’ but pushed the thought away to consider his invitation. “It wouldn’t hurt ta get some fresh air. This place is real stuffy sometimes, and a huge snooze fest,” he persuaded. He rested his face on one pair of hands, fingers laced under his chin, as he leaned against the bartop in anticipation for your answer.

You purse your lips in thought. It wouldn’t hurt, right? You didn’t go out clubbing a lot, and with Angel and Cherri with you surely nothing wrong would happen. They looked out for their friends, and you would (maybe regretfully) consider yourself Angel’s friend. You glanced at Husk for a moment, as if looking for advice, but his eyes remained close and his lips had an annoyed curl. Maybe you should get out of his hair.

“Okay, okay,” You grinned, a little sheepishly. While you couldn’t really consider ‘fresh air’ to be a feature of Hell, you agreed that you needed to just Get Out of this place. Running errands for Charlie got mundane, even with all the strange characters that cycled through the place. One tends to get used to the chaos.

Angel stretched his arms up in a cheer, which earned a one-eyed, aggravated look from Husk. He uttered something under his breath before grabbing a bottle and walking to the other corner.

“Alright, sweet lips,” Angel cooed at you. “Let's get you dressed! You got anything decent up in your closet?”

Your hand found its way to the back of your neck as you answered sheepishly, “Eh, not really… At least, not for a night out. I don’t really do much outside of the Hotel.” Angel frowned at the response, tapping his chin in thought.

“Lemme take a look,” With a swipe of his arm, your hand was suddenly being held as he dragged you up the steps toward the floor of your room.

Walking down at the same time, you briskly passed by Alastor, who had his eyes closed and a hum in his mouth. His blazing red eyes peered open as you and Angel rushed past him, a quizzical furrow in his brow seeing the connection between your hands. You shot him a shy grin and craned your head back to shout a quick ‘I’ll explain in a minute,’ before you disappeared around the bend of the stairs.

You didn’t miss the dark gleam in his eyes.

Angel, in an attempt to dramatically burst through your door, slammed full body into the entrance. “Ah- the hell?” He cried, roughly jiggling the handle.

“I keep it locked,” you snickered at him and the disheveled look in his usually preened hair. You saw him take his hands to brush it out as you fiddled with the lock, an annoyed mutter of words escaping his lips. The second the door clicked, Angel shoved past you and reattempted his dramatic burst through the entrance with a bit more luck this time around.

He went straight for your closer, rummaging through this and that. What a breach of privacy, this guy is, you thought with a strained smile as you stepped up next to him to try to guide him through your very Ordinary and Plain clothes.

You felt a prickling sensation on your skin, and you swear you heard a frequency of low static, but when you whipped your head around nothing stood there. Did that shadow just move?

Shaking your head, you looked at the piece Angel held proudly in his hands, one pair of arms gripping the top and the second pair pulling the bottom out to really get a full inspection.

It was incredibly simple, but still a bit more revealing than anything you were used to wearing. A deep red top, so cropped it may as well be a sporty bra, with a couple eye-catching accents of rhinestones. Connected with thin straps was a similarly tight pair of booty shorts. Your face flushed at the thought of wearing this. It was practically lingerie.

“Isn’t it a bit, uh, tacky?” You tried in an attempt to dissuade him from this getup. He acted offended, one hand going and pressing against his fluffed chest. You didn’t miss the way he took this as an opportunity and pressed up against himself to perk up his mass of chest fur.

“Babe, I wear shit like this all the time! You tellin’ me,” He started a rant, shaking the clothes in a fit of mock rage. “You tellin’ me I’m tacky? Hah! Me! Angel Dust!” He wiped away a fake tear in his laughter.

Your face flushed again looking at the getup. With a defeated mutter you swiped it from his hands and trekked painfully slowly to the restroom. You ignored Angel’s urgency for you to ‘hurry the hell up’ because it was almost time to get going.

You slowly stripped yourself of your day clothes, gingerly stepping through the tight shorts and tucking your arms through the straps of the top. You didn’t even remember buying this thing, it had been stuffed far in the back of your closet. You couldn’t help the feeling of dread thinking about the other embarrassing things Angel might have seen in there. Though, you doubt anything could phase that guy.

You had to admit, looking at your reflection, that it did accentuate your curves, even if you didn’t have much to begin with. The rhinestone accents glittered in the bathroom light, obviously designed in a way to bring attention to the chest. The straps that connect the two pieces fit snugly against your exposed torso. You were suddenly glad Hell never got that cold.

“Almost ready!” You snapped at Angel calling from the other side of the door. You quickly threw on some touches of makeup, trying your best to compliment the shades of your outfit and adding some glittery makeup around your eyes. You quickly dragged your fingers through your hair to style it comfortably.

You ripped open your door just as fists started banging on it. Angel stood there with two arms raised, stopped midair to keep himself from decking you in the head. You glared up at him, trying to maintain your earlier sourness to hide the fact that the outfit had grown on you.

“Hey, sexy lady!” Angel teasingly leaned himself against the doorframe with a smirk. “Let’s fuckin’ go! You took too damn long! Cherri hates waitin’.”

Grabbing your hand again, he ushered you out of the room. As you raced down the stairs, you tried to continuously preen your hair to keep it from flying out of shape as Angel practically drug you down each step.

He slowed at the bottom, releasing your hand, and stepping towards Husk’s bar to aggravate and flirt with the cat one last time before heading out. You tuned out his sexual innuendoes as you tried to glance over yourself one last time.

“My, what a dame you are!” Alastor’s recognizably radio-afflicted voice ripped your attention away from picking at a loose rhinestone. He stood over you, a slight bend in his waist and an unnatural crane in his neck. His smile was there, but tight and uneasily wide as he examined you through squinted eyes. He leaned his weight against his cane.

Swallowing your unease, you examined his expression. You knew Alastor didn’t care for such… promiscuous outfits. Especially on what he considered his. You knew his compliment was satirical, and you didn’t miss that glint of anger flash through his expression.

“Heyy, Al,” You drew out your words, unintentionally accentuating the awkward tone between the two of you. He paid no mind, keeping up that seemingly cheerful grin of his as he just… stared at you. His fingers tapped impatiently on the radio of his cane, each tap bringing a warp to the frequency that always surrounded him. “I’m going out with Angel tonight. Y’know… to get some air…”

“My dear,” His eyes closed in a laugh and he straightened himself out. “Why would you ever go out there for fresh air? Now, you know those demons would just eat you right up.” A dark sneer infected his smile, lips curling and exposing the line of his black gums.

“‘Ey c’mon, Smiles,” Angel stepped up next to you and lazily threw an arm over your shoulder. You saw that sneer only deepen as Alastor watched the spider get way too close to you. “Give ‘er a break! She’s always runnin’ around doin’ shit for this bum-ass hotel! It makes her… boring!” 

You didn’t know whether or not to appreciate Angel both defending and insulting you. You decided to just ignore his comments as you watched Alastor’s expression get darker and more sinister. You felt a cold sweat prickle at your neck as that static-y frequency of his became more prominent and aggressive as his eyes swept over the two of you, lingering on your exposed abdomen with a frustrated twitch in his brow.

“Why, of course!” He suddenly cheered, brandishing his hands to his side in a slight bow. “But…” He stepped towards you, looming over you. You felt that nervous tickle again. His right hand raised and, with a quick motion, a fairly modest jacket materialized around your shoulders. “All better! Wouldn’t want greedy eyes seeing what’s mine!”

How bold, you thought. He was from the ‘30s, though, and very old fashioned. It made sense that immodest wear bothered him. Plus, you looked down at the jacket. It had a similar color scheme, and was light enough to not be too warm. At least it goes with my outfit. How sweet.

You felt a bit giddy at the permission Alastor had given you–not that you needed it. (You did). You’re a grown ass adult. (It doesn’t matter). You shot him a smile of thanks before dashing out the door, meeting Cherri who had been frequently laying on the car horn for you to Hurry the Fuck Up.

Before Angel Dust could follow, a tight grip on one of his wrists stopped him in his tracks. He hissed, yanking his arm but to no avail. Alastor’s grab was like iron, and his nails began to dig into Angel’s skin.

“Hey you fuck, let me go! I gotta get out there before Cherri starts blowin’ this shit up!”

Alastor pulled Angel in closer, a sneer-like grin crossing his expression. There was a maddening look in his glowing red eyes.

“If she comes home with even the smallest scrape,” He said in a low tone, the garble of his radio slightly distorting his voice. “I’m going to make you wish you never came to this Hazbin Hotel.”

Alastor’s grip didn’t yield as Angel tried again in a futile attempt to release himself. He had a nervous laugh in his voice as he tried to act unintimidated by the Radio Demon’s threat.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you creepy red fuck,” He gruffed back, “Me an’ Cherri will stick right by her. You don’t gotta worry about nothin’.” Alastor’s expression shifted in an instant, his cheerful grin reappearing. He stood up straight and smiled down at Angel. “Good man! Now, don’t be too long,” He shooed Angel out of the lobby, who was more than glad to get the fuck out of there. He heard a faint ‘I’ll be watching’ from behind as he slammed the car door shut, muttering curses under his breath.

He knew Alastor would send that damn shadow of his to keep a close eye, so why the fuck did Angel have to babysit you in the first place? Plus, you weren’t some weak, naive fool. Whatever. He knew Alastor would take any excuse to cause some entertaining mayhem.

He sighed as he looked at you, who had a nervous but excited grin as Cherri rambled and cursed about something.

Maybe he shouldn’t have invited you out. He knew he was in for a long, stressful night. Good thing there would be a bar.

[astrolavas]

please PLEASE do go on about how autistic Hunter is. As a probably-neurotypical person I love to learn more about neurodiversity from people firsthand rather than textbooks it's so cool, plus media diversity rep is something so important, I did a whole project about it actually

OKAY, BET

he's just...... soooo autistic-coded, like there's NO way he's neurotypical lmao (there are of course some things that he does that can also come from his PTSD or his upbringing/growing up conditions rather than autism (or just both! since they might overlap) but there's just.. SO much stuff that's strictly autistic that like........ it's canon. canon to me.)

like, how dramatic he is at times? the entire hexside scene???

the moment where he comes up to that one random kid like "CLASSMATE. ignore the fact that we'd never met, how would you say abt [gets straight to the point where he tells him to join a coven and leave his friends and family forever in an overconfident cheerful manner]" LIKE THAT'S SOOO XKSJKSK the manner in which he said it, the way he just came up to that random person outta the blue, how he got straight to the point, like COME ON

and THIS????

"teens are probably into the same things as me! like authority. and rules!" BRO........

also how expressive his face is (especially how expressive it is for some emotions and schooled/subtle for certain others)

oftentimes his choice of words and the specific intonation in which he says stuff???? 💀 "stop acting foolish" "it will take more than that to thwart my mission" "that's sacrilege" okay grandpa let's get you to bed nxsjksk BUT LIKE. NO, EVEN THE INTONATION he uses in very casual sentences, it's very...... yeah

how much he likes to share fun facts and talk abt stuff he knows abt and is interested in (wild magic, titan's veins/eclipse lake, mindscapes...)? and how he sometimes stops himself mid-sentence before he says too much? that could definitely be interpreted as info-dumping and special interests

how much he loves research in general? i just KNOW he loves knowing stuff and reading up on stuff and memorizing cool fun facts (him immediately reading all the grimwalker books he could find after finding out that's what he is- like obviously he did that, obviously he wanted to know what he is. but also just..... it's so, so very huntercore)

taking things literally.. wanting clearer/more direct instructions on stuff......

“i don’t feel sick” 💀

him just turning around and walking away with no word right away after willow introduced the rest of the team

him not realizing emerald entrails rly didn't want to join the emperor's coven and not realizing he did sth wrong until later, when he noticed willow was upset

THE FREAKING. DELETED SCENE FROM CLOUDS ON THE HORIZON in which he automaticaly moved to climb the vines onto amity's balcony along with luz and didn't get why luz could possibly wanna be alone with amity before willow and gus stopped him. willow and gus saying "you'll understand when you're older" and then him arguing with flapjack how he IS older, JUST. LMAO....

the whole description of him as this...... “prodigy” and everything related to that (not necessarily a positive thing, considering how he was treated and described as by many adults)? the little intricacies of it.... hm

him being kinda bad at lying and making up stuff

and even his stance sometimes???? boy

and not just THIS one, but. many many different poses in which he stands sometimes. very hmmm hm

how direct he is?

also this is a headcanon/interpretation but him constantly wearing gloves? and him saying "why are you touching it [the selkidomus] with your hands? gross"? sensory issues. so real.

also the sounds he makes and his squeaks???? how he sometimes fidgets with his hands/thumbs?

and MORE, like there are also many many moments that can be interpreted as other autistic traits or behaviours, just. ALL OF IT.

the crew did say that they've written neurodivergence into the show and into who these characters are intentionally, even if they might not be aware of some terms or labels at times, so like... i’m 100% certain hunter’s purposely written to be neurodivergent. and i’m gonna be very surprised if not specifically autistic (+ ptsd ofc)

he just... is.

anyway...

[toomuchracket]

since we be talking abt birthday stuff… what abt the thought of taking couple pics with matty in a photobooth for ur bday :D a bunch of cute poses and stuff

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this is actually so cute!! i see this being very "last thing we do before we go home" vibes, and the scenario that popped into my head reading the ask was you and matty squishing yourselves into one of the little passport-pic photobooths dotted in shopping centres/supermarkets across the uk lol. like say you've had a lovely day doing whatever - i did a museum day for my birthday last year, so something like that, maybe - which culminated in matty taking you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, the two of you chatting and laughing and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes as you split a dessert and get tipsy on expensive champagne (you gasped when you saw how much it cost on the wine list but matty was like "shush its your birthday i can afford it and you deserve it i love you so much" and then you were cool and excited about it lol), just the most perfect evening!! and it's a nice night, not too late, so you guys decide to walk home - matty flits between holding your hand and your waist, tugging you into him so he can kiss your head, and he makes you stop frequently just so he can hold your face with both hands and kiss you. you stop into the almost-empty supermarket on the way, so matty can buy cigs (and a bar of chocolate for you two to share on the rest of your walk lmao), and you're about to walk out together when matty tugs you back to stand in front of this photobooth and nods to it like "you wanna?", and you raise an eyebrow and go "you really can't wait until we get home?" and giggle. and matty rolls his eyes and says "get your head out of the gutter i want to take pictures with you to commemorate your birthday, not do anything... nefarious", and you're like "aww that's cute. ok lets do it". so you watch your boyfriend struggle to get the stool to the right height - you don't hesitate to quip that "well now you know there's someone shorter than you in our area" - before matty goes in and sits down, tugging you onto his lap. and you've picked the 'fun option' (idk if that exists irl but for the purposes of this ask it does lmfao) on the photo selection screen menu, so you get four poses - it takes you about fifteen minutes to decide on what to do, because matty's insistent on them "looking perfect but also natural like you know how i like the faded splendour of immaculate things taking on a more real quality yeah we need to commit to the bit and do that", and you're like "jesus christ that champagne was a mistake the bubbles have gone to your head sweetheart its a photobooth not an album cover shoot lol". but anyway, you take one of you both smiling into a kiss (which turns out to be matty's fave); one of the two of you looking adoringly at each other; one of you both smiling at the camera; one of you half-smizing (i.e. kinda posing but not quite) towards the camera and matty looking at you like you hung the moon (he was gonna do the same as you, but turned his head at the last second), which is your favourite. and like maybe you have a tiny makeout session in the booth when you see how nicely the pics turned out, which leads to matty sliding another fiver into the photobooth for another set of pics. rather than being romantic again, though, he starts kissing your neck and his hands wander to the neckline of your already low-cut dress before he says "can i? can we, just for us to keep?" and you're like "thought you didn't want to do anything nefarious in this photobooth", and matty's like "well i lied i want a picture of me holding your tit lol" <3

[m-matias]

ooh! ooh! i saw you’ve been asking for some requests so how about this: what kind of spooky stuff can you rope the genshin characters into doing with you? would they do a corn maze? go to a haunted house? an escape room? watch a horror movie? wear matching costumes with you? gah! there’s too many!! ><

↳ MONSTERMASH !! ☆

## WARNINGS ;; itto being a dumbass LMAO, not proofread, short af, modern! au, ooc scaramouche 😭,

edit: i lied this only has one part oops

SORRY ABT NOT POSTING, I LIED I WONT BE POSTING EVERY 3-7 DAYS, I STRUGGLE WITH DEADLINES..... BUT DW I WILL POST IF I FEEL LIKE IT PROMISE!!!!!!! ALSO TYSM PLUME FOR THE REQUESTTT ♡♡♡

## MATCHING COSTUMES !!

"tch, are you happy now?"

"yes, i am!! thank you scara, you look amazing!!"

SCARAMOUCHE was wearing a fitted suit with black and red vest, his face and ears flaring red with embarrassment; his teeth had little fangs, and he was wearing a black and red cape; want to guess what he's wearing?

DING, DING, DING!! CORRECT! he was dressed up as a vampire; wanna guess what you were wearing?

CORRECT AGAIN! you were also wearing a vampire outfit! linking scaramouche's arm to your own, you looked into the mirror excitedly, you both looked super cute for the party the fatui was going to host this evening! taking out your phone, you quickly posed as you took a picture. in the photo, you looked excited, and happy; scaramouche however, he looked flustered, and grumpy, but he always looked like that (minus the flustered part).

SCARAMOUCHE was embarrassed, but he'd (reluctantly) do anything embarrassing to see you happy like this.

## CORN MAZE !!

"Hey, doll! Check this bug ou-- doll? DOLL? WHERE DID YOU GO--"

ITTO swears you were right behind him; where did you go?! Both of you were currently in a corn maze, within the maze layed a chest full of mora; Itto and you were in there for about 20-30 minutes.

ITTO started to panic; you were just groaning earlier at how tiring this was, what if you got hurt? or worse... what if you got lost!?

He was about to shout out your name when something tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped and turned around to see a beautiful sight: you!

"DOLL, YOU'RE OK!! I WAS SO WORRIED WHEN I DIDN'T SEE YOU WERE BEHIND ME!! Where did you go!?"

"... I was behind you the whole time, and when you showed me the bug, I was beside you.."

"... Oh."

[f:tober] [m:list]

[hotchs-second-wife]

Red Love - Chapter Two

Author's Note: I know no one asked for this, but I got really good inspo for this next chapter - and yes, I have been watching PD writing these.

Warning:

Other: I have no clue how mentioned car works, nor anything about it. I just googled 'expensive cars 2015' and picked the one I liked the most. Oh, and as I'm writing a part of this, my car has broken down and am currently waiting for the tow truck to come get us lol. I'm now writing another part to this on a bus. Now (11:30am, Nov 30th) I am pained because I have a legal studies exam and i was so ready, until i found out we gotta talk abt reforms and now I will be so sad in the middle of a 2 hour exam.

"Where you leavin' to, dressed up like that?" Kevin asked with a frown and a small smile, looking at Farah's choice of outfit after their shift. "The case is over, y'know."

Farah rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Her medication paid off - she could laugh without feeling immediate pain. "Believe it or not, I'm going on a date."

"Oh ho!" The officer laughed, as his best friend walked in. "Adam, our little lynx has become a leopard!"

"That's not how biology works, Kev," the woman laughed.

"What's going on?" The blond asked, looking around the locker doors at his friends.

Farah shook her head as Kevin filled his best friend in, "little Farah's got a date."

"I love that you're more excited than I am."

"Oh? Who is it?" Adam questioned, now that he knew what was happening. "One of the firefighters at 51? What about one of their paramedics?"

"He's a doctor."

The men fell silent for a moment, looking at each other. Out of nowhere, Antonio appeared with a huge grin on his face. "You both owe me 50!"

"You guys were betting on me?!" Farah's face showed mock surprise, which made her partner laugh as he walked up behind her. "And bet what exactly?"

"I guess you both lose 150 each!" Jay snickered, taking a fifty-dollar note from Kevin, then one from Adam. "Antonio and I said you'd have a date with one of Will's coworkers - most likely a doctor - by the end of the week."

When Farah turned to Adam and Kevin, the latter sighing. "Mouse, Adam and I said you'd have a date with someone at 51."

Jay pat his partner's back, "have fun and call me if you need someone to drive you home! Mouse, you owe me 50!"

"Oh, come on!"

Farah laughed at her friends, before turning to the women in the room. "I'm a little surprise you two didn't place bets."

"Oh we did," Kim Burgess nodded.

Erin agreed from beside her, "I asked Will if Connor was going on a date tonight after you told me you were. The boys clearly didn't think of that."

"Wow, some real friends I have." The younger detective deadpanned, biting her lip. After a few moments of laughter, Farah looked down at her dress before looking up at the other women. "Alright, we ready to go?"

Connor stood in one of the outer hallways of Chicago Med, waiting for his date to arrive. He saw her again when she and Jay had come into the ED on a case, and Connor gathered up the courage to ask her on a date. He knew he shouldn't have asked his old patient on a date - he knew doctors were practically forbidden from dating their patients, just as cops were against dating their suspects.

Or, something along those lines, according to Farah.

But then she'd agreed, swearing it was only one date and that nothing would come from it afterward.

"Maybe this was a bad idea..."

"Backing out on me now, Rhodes?" He could hear the smile in her voice. He looked up to see a bright smile on her face, "you better not be. I got all dressed up for you."

As soon as Connor felt his mouth hanging open, he closed it by clenching his jaw. Farah chuckled.

"I've been told I have this effect on people - never believed it until now though."

Connor laughed, walking up to Farah and checking out her dress. It was a dark, glittery red that no doubt matched her personality. "You look gorgeous- beautiful- I don't think I'll ever find the right word for how you look right now."

"Thank you," Farah posed with a bashful smile before checking out the doctor in front of her. He wore a black dress shirt, yet his pants were even darker. "You look devilishly handsome, Mr. Rhodes."

Connor raised an amused eyebrow, "well then, Ms. LaRue, shall we go to our destination?"

"So formal!"

"You started it," the man snorted, earning laughter from his date. As they stepped out the front of Chicago Med, Connor watched as Farah stared at their ride to the restaurant. A black Rolls-Royce Ghost Series II was parked in front of them, and it shone in the street lights and the lighting from inside the hospital. "Do you like it?"

Farah looked between her date and the car with her mouth open in shock a couple of times, before gathering any thoughts. "Like it?! I love it! A Rolls-Royce?! How- what-"

"It's for you."

"No." She stared at the car, trying to think of something to say. "I can't-"

Connor shrugged as if this was nothing. Well, to him it was nothing - he had the money to spend, being a trauma surgeon, so he might as well spend it on the woman he liked. "I bought it for you. I won't have any need for it at home. And Will mentioned how Jay is always complaining that you keep using his truck."

"One, complaining is an understatement. Jay's like a child being told no to candy when it comes to his truck. It's more like whining," Farah stuck up a finger in counting, lifting another. "Two, he offers."

He chuckled, getting the car keys from his pocket. "Well, he won't need to offer anymore and you won't have to listen to him 'whining' either." Connor waited for her to take the keys, and when she did, he walked around to the driver's door, holding it open for her. "My Lady," he bowed.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Farah giggled, taking a seat and moving to sit comfortably. The seats were leather and when she'd started the engine, the dashboard and all the corresponding buttons lit up.

Connor's face softened at the clear excitement on Farah's face. "You look like a child in a candy store."

"I might as well be!" She squealed, looking at all the buttons, then the little flatscreen where she could connect her phone's Bluetooth and accessories. "You bought me an expensive car as a gift to our date, you should have expected this."

"Sometimes I forget not everyone comes from money like I have," Connor admitted with a gentle shrug. "And I'm a trauma surgeon, I have the money."

"That you should be spending on yourself." Farah glared slightly, before turning her attention to the small screen, trying to connect her phone. Once everything was set, she sat back with a huge grin. "You didn't have to do this, really."

Connor leaned back into his seat, "I felt like I pressured you into this date, so this is kind of-"

"An apology? Connor, I wouldn't have agreed to this date in the first place if I genuinely didn't have any interest in getting to know you." She ran her hands around the steering wheel. "Buuuut...I could get used to gifts."

The doctor laughed, "so bribery does work on cops?"

"You have to admit, at least I'm an honest bribed cop." As she pulled out of the parking lot, Farah glanced at the doctor, as he started speaking again.

"So...did you find anything out about the crook you were looking for?"

Her eyes stared at the road, before she decided to say anything. Connor could tell she was considering telling him, and he was about to excuse that he was just trying to make conversation when she answered him. "The knife they used was owned by a Beatrice Wells, but she's 85 - I doubt she'd try to stab someone at that age." She chuckled, "but if she did, that's amazing for her age. All the power to her. When I'm 85, I know I won't be attempting it."

"You might."

"Yeah, probably."

Connor laughed, joined by Farah, as they cruised through Chicago before reaching their destination. It was a fine dine and wine restaurant that Farah didn't even know existed, and when she saw the menu, she excused that there was no way she could pay for an entire meal on a detective's salary.

"I'm paying. Get whatever you want." That earned Connor a stare in disbelief. "I'm not going to ask a lady on a date and expect her to pay. Call me old fashioned, but that's how the Rhodes do it."

"I can't make you pay."

Connor's eyes looked up from the menu, "you're not. I'm insisting."

Farah couldn't argue anymore, and after some discussion, ordered a decent sized meal that looked like it was cooked by gods. After the wine in their glasses were finished, the pair left the restaurant, her arm linked through his.

"I will be paying you back." Farah shook her head. As Connor was about to object, she put a finger in front of his lips. "You might not expect me to pay for my own meal, but you should expect some kind of thank you. Aside from me driving you back to your apartment, of course." When they got back into her brand-new car, Farah glanced at her duffle bag she'd absentmindedly thrown into the back seat when they'd first gotten in the car. This entire time, she forgot it was there. "Mind if I stop by my place first? It's only 10 minutes from here."

Connor shrugged, "no problem. I don't have a cat or dog I need to tend to."

"Because you don't like animals?"

"I don't really see a reason to have a pet, with my hours and everything." The doctor answered, and the two held steady conversation on the way to her apartment. When they'd arrived, he insisted at least walking her to the door of her apartment, then he'd wait outside.

He didn't realise why she was hesitant to bring her up to her door.

"Detective, is that you?" A sweet, elderly voice called down the hallway, and Farah let out an exhausted sigh. "You're getting back awfully late."

"I was working on a case today, Dorothy." She replied honestly. Farah cast an apologetic glance at Connor while her elderly neighbour approached. "I was just coming back to leave my bag before I drove across town."

"Who is this handsome man?" Dorothy asked, her small, hunched stature staring up at Connor.

Farah placed a hand on the man's arm, feeling the muscle flex momentarily. "This is Connor Rhodes; he's a trauma surgeon at Chicago Med."

"Oh!" Dorothy gleamed, her smile turning into a grin. "You're that handsome doctor that saved Detective La Rue's life a few weeks ago! Oh, Detective Halstead was saying how much she," the woman nodded at Farah, "found you handsome."

Farah's cheeks turned bright red, retracting her arm with a gulp. "We should get going - I'll be home in half an hour, Dorothy."

"Oh dear, has Greg met him yet? He's a nice boy, you'd surely want to know what he thinks of your boyfriend."

"He's not- Connor and I have only been on one date, Dorothy."

The older woman rose her chin, "in my day, one day was enough courting. At least for my George anyway."

"Hey, Dorothy," Mouse's bright smile and cheery voice let Farah feel a sense of relief. "What are you doing up so late? You heard Dr. Halstead, you should be getting nine hours of sleep."

The woman smiled a toothy grin at her neighbour. "Hello, Greg. I heard Farah come home and I had to see who she was talking to. I knew you came home hours ago. Have you met Dr. Rhodes?"

"I have," Mouse nodded, sending Farah a quick wink. "He's very smart, and he took amazing care of Farah. Look, she's walking again after only three weeks."

Connor murmured, "not that I recommended it."

"Do you know who the Rhodes are, dear?" Dorothy asked Mouse, reaching a hand to place on the man's arm. "Dr. Rhodes has plenty of money to get you and Farah out of this place." Just as she'd said that, a rat scurried across the hallway floor. "Better for you both, I say."

Farah glanced at Connor's face, seeing slight uncomfortability on the doctor's face. "We should be getting inside. Lovely seeing you, Dorothy."

"You remember about his mother, right?" She could feel Connor tense beside her, his gentle breathing coming to a halt. "Poor lady. I've always wondered how you were doing, Dr. Rhodes. It's great to see you in good health."

Connor nodded slowly, "thank you, ma'am."

"See you tomorrow, Dorothy." Mouse politely waved, moving to let his roommate and her date inside the apartment. "I'll go make some tea and coffee. What do you prefer, Connor?"

When the doctor didn't answer, Mouse opted to make him coffee with his own and left the two to talk.

"I'm sorry about her," Farah started, her head down. "She's nosy and she's the same age as my sweet mémé, so I away feel bad telling her I can't talk." She took a deep sigh.

"You didn't know she'd bring up my mom," Connor looked around the apartment, noticing the personal decorations. Photos of both Mouse and Farah's families, places in France (seemingly) and one of Mouse, Farah and Jay in front of the Eiffel Tower. "When did you guys go to France?"

"A week before you and I met." Farah thanked Mouse as he placed her full mug beside her, and placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of Connor.

"I wasn't entirely sure how you liked your coffee, so I just made you hot coco."

Connor nodded thankfully, "thanks, Mouse." He caught sight of a photo of Jay and Mouse in military uniforms. "So, you and Jay have known each other since your time in the Rangers?"

"Pretty much - we've been best friends since." He looked down at the woman beside him, gently stroking her hair. "So I've been put in charge of making sure Farah doesn't do anything stupid."

"What Jay doesn't know is Mouse encourages me," Farah chuckled, jokingly swatting Mouse. "It's almost 12, you can stay in the guest room tonight. I'll have to check what state it's in after Jay's sleepover though, I'll be right back."

Mouse smiled as his roommate left the shared living space to their spare bedroom. "How was dinner?"

"It was nice - she loves her job."

"She's amazing at it too," the brunet agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Connor couldn't disagree there. The little bits of her work he'd been able to see were performed to beyond his expectations. The way you could feel kindness and comfort radiate off her whenever she had to talk to victims in the ED made Connor's heart swell. He couldn't help it.

The one time he'd seen her 'jump-arrest' as suspect - as the Halstead brothers liked to call it - was one of the most incredible things he'd seen a cop do. Even if she went through a glass door.

"I'm guessing she ordered the cheapest thing on the menu."

"I couldn't persuade her otherwise."

Mouse laughed. "As stubborn as always, our Farah. She hates anyone spending money on her - I got her the bed in her room and she insisted on sleeping on the couch."

'Our Farah'. It played in Connor's head over and over. It was like a message tone that he couldn't get rid of. Mouse had meant it platonically, right? She'd mentioned that Mouse was her best friend at dinner, while Jay was like an older brother.

"Jay's that older brother that's always bothering you without truly meaning to. Well, he does sometimes, but that's Jay. You gotta love him for being able to joke. That's how he shows he really cares about you; if he feels like he can laugh and joke with you, he's comfortable. If he's all stone-faced and serious, he feels like he has to put on a front."

The look of admiration on Farah's face when she talked about her partner reminded Connor of the way he looked up to his sister, Claire. Or the way Claire looked at him.

Until he left Chicago.

Farah called Mouse and Jay 'her boys' at dinner. Then she mentioned that Kevin, Antonio and Adam were her boys too, since they also worked with her.

"Connor?"

"Hm?"

Mouse let out a breath, "I asked if she mentioned her family or her childhood; 'she' being Farah."

"Well, she mentioned France and how she grew up in Brighton with Evan. Then we talked about my childhood here." Connor remembered a thought from earlier in the evening. "Farah said something in, uh, French I think it was; something on the menu. Then she asked the waiter for the bill in Arabic. And I just mentioned her talking about France."

"Oh yeah, she's half French half Arab." Mouse nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside Connor. "She's more fluent in French than Arabic - better than any of us in the bullpen though. You should've seen her face when Ruzek tried to call her beautiful in French."

Connor snorted, "what'd he say?"

"Bella."

"Isn't that Spanish?"

"Antonio told him French and Spanish are that similar that some of the words are the same." Mouse shook his head with a smile, "bella means pretty in Spanish. Belle is beautiful in French."

"According to Adam they're close enough," Farah sighed, walking into the room. "I swear I'm going to give him French lessons one day." She turned to Connor, "the guest room is fine, a few of Jay's shirts and pants are still in the dressing table. If you fit them, I'm sure Jay won't mind you borrowing them tomorrow."

"He has plenty of clothes at his place," Mouse shrugged filling his now empty mug with water and leaving it in the sink. "I'm heading back to bed now, goodnight." He placed a kiss on Farah's forehead on the way to his room. "Don't stay up too late and don't be too loud - we have work tomorrow and I'm sure Jerry next door doesn't want to be woken up at this hour."

"Night, Greg," Farah called as the man disappeared into his bedroom. "If you need anything to eat or drink and neither of us are up yet, just take whatever. We pretty much have double of everything anyway."

She headed through the living room and around the corner to her bedroom, and Connor decided that he might as well take up the offer and sleep in the guest room - he wasn't going to ask Farah for a lift home at...12:26am when she already looked exhausted.

And it wasn't going to kill him to stay the night at her apartment.

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[ID: 3 images. The first is a digital drawing of characters from the owl house. The drawing features (left to right) Amity, Luz, Willow, Hunter, and Gus, walking through the rain in the human realm after King's Tide. Amity is clinging onto Luz, staring at and leaning away from some muck on her shoe. Luz is stopped in her tracks with a startled face, staring at her surroundings. Willow is walking forward motioning for Luz to follow, looking up at the rain with worry. Hunter is holding willow's hand dragging her along. His expression is hard to read. He's ushering Gus, who has one hand near his chest and the other by his side. He is looking away from the group, distraught. Everyone is covered in scrapes and cuts, crying to some degree, and soaked with rain. The background shows the lashing rain over a dark blue background. The second is a close-up of the same drawing focused on Luz, Willow and Amity, the third is a close-up on Willow, Hunter and Gus. End ID]

I'm soooo normal abt the owl house finale. Like you guys I'm being soooo incredibly normal abt it rn-

[dazaily]

todoroki bringing his s/o to an amusement part

my first bnha work... kinda nervous posting this cuz like bnha(?) idk,, but for my manz, i will pull through!! hope u enjoy ^^

description: you and todoroki have been dating for awhile now, but recently he realised he never initiates dates, and so he planned and invited u to an amusement park for a date. 

warnings: gender neutral! reader. fluff. clichéd. i wrote this at 4-5am.

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my manz is innocent, like lbr, he aint gonna know shiz abt dating..

sooo, the first few weeks into ur relationship(?) he was alr facing his first crisis.

he felt like nothing changed, despite having transitioned from a platonic to romantic relationship.

and so, being the sweet and clueless lil bean he is, he went to seek for advice from his one and only bestie bakugou, midoriya.

“hey, midoriya, what does one do in a relationship” why am i making him talk like someone from the shakespearean era tf

“oh, um todoroki?? are u asking for y/n? if so, i don't think im not the right person u should be asking,, i mean ive never even been in a rela--”

“well, u were my best choice” 

midoriya notices the absolute chaos they are surrounded by in the 1A dorm 

“ok i may be the best choice.” said in tiny.

so after a discussion that dragged for way longer than it had to be 2 days, todoroki settled on the idea of bringing u on a date to the amusement park.

cute idea right? yes. there's no twist, like i said this is a fluff. 

n e ways, he was an awkward lil bby asking u out, cuz he's not used to receiving or giving affection,,,, he's trying his best.

“um, y/n, are u free this sunday..?”

“sunday, hmm i think i alr have smtg planned..”

“oh, um, well then, its fine, its nothing important..”

if u weren't hit by a pang of guilt, idk what type of monster u are.

“nah, that was just jokes, so whats up?”

and that was how y'all ended up in universal studios japan. usj

endeavour’s bout to be big mad when he realises the missing money from his wallet.

“sHOUTOOOOO!!” >:[

n e ways..

so ur date started with u dragging shouto around the entire park, with the goal of riding every single ride 

ofc he was fine with it, he was happy as long as he got to spend time with u. a simp.

but since u guys went on a weekend, there were way more people than u guys originally expected, like wHOA,,, 

the park was basically filled with people from all over the world, even though it wasn't holiday season..

so ur dreams and hopes of riding eery single ride, may be impossible..

hAH, YOU THOUGHT, YOUR MANZ FATHER MAY BE THE WORST PERSON ON EARTH, BUT HES STILL TOP 2 HERO. 

ur manz got u the express pass.

the one time ur grateful for the existence of his father.

so yall spent the first 2-4 hours just riding every single ride u could possibly find. 

shouto’s probably the type that is willing to try anything, i don't think he’ll be scared of any rides in particular. 

in the contrary, i feel like there'll be rides that he's lowkey excited to ride on, since he never had the chance to enjoy these events and places as a child. cuz of his sh*tty father.

he would ofc try to hide his excitement, but after being by his side for awhile, uve learnt how to differentiate his different emotions, despite his general nonchalant self. 

him being excited, makes u happy, cuz its rare that u get to see these sides of him.

omg pls protect him at all costs,, he needs it,,, he's so precious,, shower him with all the love in the world.

so y'all be running all over the place, until hunger slaps u in the face like that isekai truck that ive been waiting for. 

and so its food time!

“hmm, since were in an amusement park, we should get some hot dogs, churros, oMG and cotton candy!!”

“..what? c-ch-churros?? what are those?”

“holy sh-- u don't kNOW WHAT CHURROS ARE!? we’re getting churros right now.”

“but, i want soba... the cold one”

u ended up getting both. cuz it isn't todoroki without cold soba.

and it was back to running around the entire park riding everything.

but instead of running yallz were walking hand in hand, as if u guys were an old couple taking a stroll in the local park

and instead of the entire park, y'all were just in the harry potter section..

don't judge, its cute. and the food did some numbers to ur stomachs, so u were avoiding some rides till u digest ur food. 

while walking around, the sun was setting creating a beautiful scenery. 

wanting this to be a lasting memory, u convinced todoroki to take a photo together. 

u wanted to take an aesthetic couple photo to show off to other people who were trying to steal ur hunk of a man. 

at first u had asked random passerby to help yalls take a photo,, but being the attention-starved lil bby he is, he felt awkward posing in front of random people. 

which led u guys to just set up the camera on a small ledge with a castle in the bg. 

it was then, todoroki had experience a flashback to the conversation that him and midoriya had. 

“hmm, wikihow says that every date has to end in a kiss, for it to be called successful..”

“is this website trustable??”

“it should be.. anyways just do it.”

coming back to reality, todoroki suddenly felt a sense of urgency, the date was coming to an end, and he hasn't kissed u yet,,,,

at that moment, as the timer of the phone camera was reaching 0, with u and ur wide smile posing for the camera

todoroki gently turned ur head to face his, and he had kissed u, for public display.

ur face immediately turned red, but u eventually returned the kiss, after getting over the shock. 

after separating, todoroki was silent, slightly scared and worried of ur reaction(?)

“why didn't u tell me u were going to kiss me~~ u should've told me so i can at least look good in the photo~~”

“..huh? well, um, i just had he sudden urge to do it?” kinda ooc

he was flustered, confused, embarrassed and giddy all at the same time

but the hugest wave of relief came over him, as he began to relax. 

“well we can just take another photo if u don't like it--”

“nO, i like this photo. but im always open for another kiss.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

getting over ur prior embarrassment, u tried flirting with him, returning the bold action he had pulled off earlier. 

“well, i wouldn't reject an offer like that would i..”

surprising u by picking up on the offer u suggested, todoroki gave u another kiss, easily taking ur breathe away.

well, ig this just confirms that wikihow is reliable. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i can't believe i ended a fic with a kiss,, this is the most cop out ending ive written but im way too tired to write properly rn,, 

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a/n: hihi, so im kinda nervous posting this, cuz thus far i have only done haikyuu works so like??? i feel like i have an overall better understanding of haikyuu characters and their dynamics, but i wanted to write something for my precious icyhot <3 if this piece does well, ill try and write more about bnha characters. hope it was good!!