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crackedpumpkin · 2 years ago

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Hiiii!!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could write a Hiro hamada x fem!reader who’s a kinda famous teen actress?? (Also with tadashi still alive if you don’t mind…In my brain he didn’t die in the movie 🥲)

Hello hello!! I'm doing okay, thanks for asking! Just a bit dead tired from work. I adored writing this, and that rizzed up line hit me outta nowhere i swear i might just be boyfriend material in the wrong vessel bro.

Warnings: Aged Up! Characters, lil Tadashi appearance cause mans not dead in my eyes.

|| ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ || ʜɪʀᴏ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

You enter the cafe, glancing at the display case filled with pastries and doughnuts. Your mouth waters, your stomach rumbling hungrily. You notice the small chatter around you and become self-conscious.

In retrospect, someone wearing a broad-brimmed hat and sunglasses with a mask covering the bottom half of their face is bound to draw some looks here and there.

But today’s your day off from work, and you intend to enjoy it fully without being mobbed by the paparazzi. You had decided in the morning to wander around San Fransokyo, maybe even catch a glimpse of the superheroes everyone’s been talking about, when you decided to stop at a cafe for lunch.

You join the short queue of customers, trying to decide what to get as you scan the menu. The big breakfast looks incredibly appealing, and the photo beside its name almost makes you drool. You could really use some coffee to energize yourself as well.

You’re finally in front of the cashier, having waited patiently for the person in front to count their change before they leave. The cute boy in front of you looks to be around your age, and the way he runs a hand through his fluffy hair makes you smile.

“What can I get you?” He pauses when he looks up at you, slightly caught off guard by your getup. You clear your throat, fighting back the embarrassed flush that blooms on your cheeks.

“Hi, could I get a large latte and a big breakfast combo?” You request, though your voice is slightly muffled through the mask.

“Yeah, sure. How would you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled, please.”

“Your total will be eleven dollars and thirty cents.” He tells you. Your wallet is already pulled out, but in your haste to grab the money, your sunglasses slide off your face with a clatter on the counter.

You freeze, a twenty dollar bill in your hand as he picks it up for you. You take it back from him with a thankful nod, accidentally making eye contact before quickly sliding them back on.

Your breath hitches in that second, scared that he had recognized you and would call the paps to spread the news that you’re here. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. He probably hadn’t gotten a good look at you, considering that your hat might’ve blocked most of his view.

“Where do I collect the food?” You ask, picking up the change.

“It’s okay. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Oh, do you do that for all the customers here?” You’re surprised, though it’s very nice of them to do so.

“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks slightly with a shrug as he waits for the small printer to spit out the receipt.

Your lips part, trying to find a response after his words render you speechless.

“And I don’t usually give discounts either.” He adds with a small smile, handing you back your receipt. You take it with a shy smile and bashful nod, scurrying to an empty seat next to the window.

You pull out your phone, already buzzing with messages from your manager telling you to return quickly for a new reading of a script that’s been offered to you. You sigh, not opening any of them before pulling out a book and headphones. You connect the wireless headphones to your phone, slumping back in your secluded corner and pressing play on the music.

You open the book, starting off from the page that you left off. It’s your favourite book, smiling fondly at the dog-eared pages your thumb brushes against. You read for a while, removing your hat and sunglasses and placing them beside you for better lighting.

You’re interrupted when the smell of coffee hits you, looking up to see the cute cashier that had flirted with you earlier. Your eyes immediately widen, heat blooming on your cheeks as he looks down at you with a grin, placing your coffee and plate of food on your table.

You try to help him arrange the things on your table, your hands brushing against his when you reach for the salt shaker at the same time. He chuckles nervously, and you also spot a faint red on his cheeks when he averts his eyes with a shy smile.

“Thanks,” You manage to say, your lips suddenly dry when your gaze meets his.

“No problem, hope you enjoy. I’d love to hear what you think of the Lucky Cat Cafe’s food.”

You nod, filing away the name for any future visits. He leaves with another quick glance over his shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from his retreating figure. You start to eat, glancing up every now and then to see him interacting with other customers.

When a group of people enter the shop, he greets them with a warm smile, making your stomach flip as you clear your throat, looking away. Your eyes unintentionally settle on his figure again, only to inhale sharply when you notice he’s also looking at you.

Your gaze drops down to your food, feeling hot as the blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks. You’re an actress, for goodness sake, you scold yourself, so act!

You focus on your food, but hushed whispers attract your attention. You look back up, noticing that his group of friends are watching you with wide eyes as recognition fills their eyes. You stiffen, trying to finish your food more quickly.

You hear the whispers die down, glancing up again curiously to see him frowning and saying a few words to his friends with his hand on his hip, and they glance back apologetically with bashful nods. You quickly nod back with a flustered wave when he smiles at you again.

Once you finish your food, you leisurely sip your coffee, watching the cute guy occasionally. He seems to do the same, sneaking small glances here and there. He’d be talking to a customer, only for his eyes to wander over to where you’re sitting.

You’d know; you caught him doing it a few times.

He finally settles one more customer before walking over and taking your empty plate. “So? How’s the food?” He asks, his friends having wandered upstairs to hang out with someone that looks like his brother, the older one giving him a noogie you chuckled at.

“It’s delicious. And,” You hesitate, “Thank you.”

It’s genuine, and you’re sure he can sense what you’re referring to when his eyes flicker over to you with a hint of surprise before his lips curve upwards into an attractive grin.

“Anything for a cute girl like yourself.”

#hiro hamada #hiro hamada x reader #hiro hamada x you #hiro hamada x y/n #aged up hiro #hiro x reader #hiro x you #hiro y/n #bh6 #bh6 x reader #bh6 x you #bh6 x y/n #bh6 asks #bh6 requests #hiro hamada requests

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ruggiezz · 1 year ago

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imagine nrc during the world cup era OMG 😟 rook after france loses to argentina, heartslabyul watching england losing

— REACTING TO THEIR COUNTRY LOSING IN THE WORLD CUP : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twst characters and their reactions to their country getting disqualified

[characters] ace, deuce, cater, trey, riddle, ruggie, floyd, jade, azul, rook

[extra] this is just for the funsies, me spreading my octavinelle + ruggie latinos agenda. i'm a firm believer in the cater is american headcanon (AMERICA RAHHH🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅💥)

ACE TRAPPOLA and DEUCE SPADE got together with you to watch the World Cup. Oh? You're not interested in football? Too bad, you're watching it with them anyways. Pros: They buy snacks for all of you to eat while watching. Cons: Ace screams at the television and gets extremely frustrated. The silence was loud when the match with France ended. At least the food was good...

CATER DIAMOND was not #LiveLaughLove-ing that month. Imagine being the only american in your friend group full of british people while the US had a match against England. Don't get him wrong; he doesn't really care about football, but it's hard to ignore it when the whole school is talking about it. At the end of the day, Magicam material is still Magicam material. He got lucky though; the match ended in a draw; it could have been worse. Needless to say, he did not care about the US losing, #WorldCup #Disqualified.

TREY CLOVER felt like he was in a nightmare—a 29-day-long nightmare. The Heartslabyul students were either having a blast or screaming when they won, or they were having heated fights about whose country would win. Trey was stressed; maybe other housewardens were enjoying the World Cup (like Kalim, who was throwing parties every opportunity he had), but RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS was certainly not happy. The students were so focused on, in his words, "guys running after a ball", that they weren't studying for their final exams. Yes, he had become less strict after his overblot, but a few students still got collared. Both of them were relieved when the World Cup ended; they could not care less about their country losing.

RUGGIE BUCCHI listened to the brazilian matches while working, like it was a podcast. He was a busy guy, you know? He had to work, but he still wanted to listen to the match. To be honest, Ruggie was pretty confident that they would make it to the semi-finals. We are talking about Brazil here; their team is good. "There's no way the europeans are winning this one" he thought. Imagine his face when they lost by a penalty goal, a penalty goal... Ruggie bought himself a doughnut at Sam's to cope and not have a mental breakdown.

Peru didn't even qualify; they lost against Australia. FLOYD AND JADE LEECH were in a bad mood during the whole World Cup.

Yes, Chile didn't qualify either, but a business opportunity is a business opportunity. Did you hear? You can watch the football matches while eating in the Mostro Lounge, and if you spread the word and bring your friends, you get a special discount. AZUL ASHENGROTTO got showered in money during those 29 days it lasted; the restaurant made three times the amount they usually make. He was very happy, to say the least.

ROOK HUNT was delighted to see all the students celebrating. The passionate cheers of the students, the way they all rooted for their country, how they got together to watch, how sad they got over their team losing, how beautiful. Yes, maybe the students were screaming at each other; maybe one even threw a chair across the room, but still. There was something captivating in seeing how a game could bring students that had nothing in common together, all with the same goal: to see their country win and crush the others. He was more sad about the World Cup ending than France losing, even if they were so close to first place.

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cellu-lightreading · 7 days ago

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43% (The Vultures Diet)

Walter had been warned by everyone at the weight loss center about those dudes. They called them vultures. A group of skinny and muscular dudes at the edge of the parking lot watching clients go in and out the front door. The dieticians, the trainers, the doctors and the secretaries all told him that when someone becomes their victim, they never lose the weight, they just keep blowing larger and larger. Once he noticed the vultures once, he noticed them everywhere: at weight loss centers, at health food stores, at the gym. Their gaze was fixed on every jiggly roll they saw in January. Legend has it that they watched diet infomercials and weight loss shows, twisting their tips for weight gain ideas and watching with lust and desire in their eyes. They came out to wait on guys like him to waddle through the parking lot when their willpower can’t take anymore. That’s when they go on the attack.

Phase 1: Recruiting

According to the numbers, 43% of people will give up on their New Year’s Resolution by the end of January, and an overwhelming number of resolutions failed will be attempts at losing weight.

Walter didn’t want to be one of them. The holidays had hit him pretty hard and by most estimates, he was already in need of a good diet plan before it started. October was a non-stop barrage of Halloween candy and then at the start of November, it’s all discounted. The end of November is Thanksgiving- the office Thanksgiving party, Friendsgiving, the family Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving leftovers. Before you know it, it’s December. Everyone is hosting a holiday party and offering special candies and homemade treats. If it’s Hanukkah themed, there’s destined to be doughnuts and latkes deep fried in oil. If it’s Christmas themed, anything and everything can end up being served. The month dead ends in a giant feast and a week of eating leftovers and doing absolutely nothing that might burn a calorie. The whole season was a long cycle of Walter eating a lot, folks offering him lots of food, him never saying no to food, and him eating even more.

So at the start of the year, Walter decided he would try to lose some of the 325 pounds he carried. He joined a weight loss program with centers so they could see him and pressure him into staying on track. And after just the first week, Walter was already slipping.

Walter already knew he was playing with fire when he came to the Vultures the second week of the month. He had reached his limit. All of the solid food he had eaten all day could fit in the palm of his hand. He was supposed to walk in to meet with his support group and be positive, though he’s never been so miserable. He spent all of his willpower earlier in the day when someone brought in cake for a birthday party, and they announced that they got a larger size just so he could have as much as he wanted.

When Walter saw the Vultures cooking, he knew God was pushing his buttons. The smell of burgers and fries crept through his car’s air vents. He parked away from the doors where someone might spot him, but now there was no one to protect him from the pure desire in the Vulture’s eyes. Walter thought he had been self-conscious about his size before, but that was nothing compared to having them measure him with his eyes. Every cellulite dimple on his thighs and ass, every fold stacked on his love handles to form his rotund gut, every single stretch mark was already known to them by the time he reached them.

One of them stepped up to greet Walter. He had a beard that framed his face well and captivating eyes that twinkled like the stars in the sky. “Hey my name is Oliver. What brings you in?”

Walter hated how he blurted out “the smell of that grill” before he could even think of a smart answer. Oliver and his friends chuckled at the outburst.

“Yeah,” Oliver said, “the grill gets more visitors than any of the rest of us. Why don’t I fix you a plate?”

“Thank you. You know, you all seem much nicer than people make you out to be.”

“I’m guessing your friends inside told you about us.” Walter nodded in agreement. “We’re really not that different. We just so happen to think men are better off when they’re built nice and wide. We think it’s sexy when a man likes to eat. Fat men are beautiful to us. Guys who have listened to us instead of them tend to be much happier. I know we’re going to make you happier already.”Oliver handed over a plate with two double cheeseburgers and a brown bag filled to the brim with fries. Walter could see the grease stains but he didn’t care. Walter licked his lips and devoured the burger in less than ten bites. He licked his fingers clean.

“That might have been the most delicious burger I’ve ever had. What’s your secret?”

“Well, we don’t skimp on flavor or quality. We’ll give you what you want by any means necessary. There’s no need to deny yourself with us. In fact, I think you’ll like our diet plan.”

Walter’s curiosity was piqued. “You have a diet?”

Phase 2: How It Works

Walter had been working through his new diet for about two and a half weeks, and he still had questions. Oliver, his coach, was happy to walk him through everything.

Should I have a slice of the cake in the break room? No, have two.

Should I have a salad for my appetizer? No, have mozzarella sticks.

Which chocolate bar should I have? Both and pick up the king size.

Oliver’s choices all felt so much more natural than Walter’s old diet. His old diet had a long list of foods he couldn’t eat that got rid of all his favorite foods. He was only allowed tiny portions at set times which left his stomach empty and mad the rest of the day. The old dietician found something new to chastise him for every single week he came in. Oliver never chastised him for eating what he liked; Oliver always wanted Walter to treat himself.

One day, Walter was texting Oliver about all the cravings he was having while he was stuck at work. There was a big deadline coming up and he couldn’t take the time for one of his usual mid-day binges. A coworker had ordered sandwiches for the office, but that was far from enough for Walter’s big boy stomach. Walter tried to power through, but his mind kept wandering to all the meals he would normally have in an afternoon. His mind switched from burgers to fried chicken to quesadillas. He thought about the pizza and cinnamon stick combo at the place around the corner from the shop.

At around 3 o’clock, there was a delivery for him at the front. Walter snuck downstairs and found a bunch of the Vultures holding bags of all the things he was thinking about.

“Oliver told us that you were feeling a little hungry, so we thought we would help you out,” one of the Vultures said.

“Oh you guys didn’t have to do this. Really! I don’t even have time to eat all this food.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand that you need to take just a few moments for your health,” another Vulture responded. “Besides, once you get some food in you, you’ll be a lot more focused and productive anyway.”

“Well when you put it like that, I can’t afford to not take a lunch break.”

Walter and the Vultures snuck into one of the nearby conference rooms and laid out the massive spread of food. Walter dove right in. His stomach was absolutely growling. When he started to feel full, those men lined up and ensured Walter ate every morsel of food they brought. They scooped up every crumb and drop of grease and put it in his mouth.

Walter’s gut was bloated by the time he got back to his office. There were all colors of stains on his shirt. A coworker simply looked at him when he got back and asked:

“You couldn’t even bring up a bag of chips for the rest of us?”

Phase 3: Group Support

When the weather started to warm up in the spring and the coats came off, the real world started to look like after pictures. Diets and exercise started to pay off. Walter stared at photos of ripped abs and toned biceps and wandered if somewhere he had made a wrong turn. He sent a panicked text to Oliver who rushed over as fast as he could with his favorite treat- a box of doughnuts.

Walter held the box on his lap as Oliver launched into a diatribe. He wasn’t used to Oliver with lots of passion and emotion, but his heart was in this speech. Walter almost expected tears to start welling up in his eyes.

“You have to stick with the program. I know it’s easy to lose faith when there’s all these messages telling you you’re supposed to be built like a cardboard cutout, but that's not who you are. And trying to be something you’re not is only going to make you miserable. You need to see what success looks like for someone like you. I know, you should meet some of the other guys in the program. I bet a trip to the buffet with them will have you feeling much more confident.”

So the next evening, Walter is sitting at a table with three other dudes who were the size of planets. Oliver is sitting at the next table with one of the Vultures, some lanky dude who had an aggressively obvious boner from the moment he walked in. Oliver and the other Vulture served them eye-watering portions of whatever they asked for directly to the table so they didn’t get up. I left Walter with a lot of time to get to know the other guys.

Directly across from him was Justin, a high school teacher. He was a little like Walter- a chronic snacker. He would have snacks in between periods and while he was grading assignments and tests and some of the candy when he passed by the jars in the main office. It was an open secret among the students that bringing him a bite to eat could help boost your grade. Justin flashed the group a photo from when he decided he was going to lose the weight and consequently when he crumbled like the first cookie he got from the Vultures. He had an average build really, just a bit pudgy with a beer gut. Now that gut was an ocean of fat big enough to be used as an armrest and push his legs apart when he sat down. He confessed as he scratched at his stretch marks that the snacks from his students have grown that from his quite a bit. That morning, someone gave him a sheet of brownies and he finished the whole thing before the end of class.

Next to Justin was Elijah, who was deep into a passionate love affair with fast food. He loved it so much that from high school through college, Elijah worked at a drive thru and abused his free food allowance. When he got a corporate job and he saw just how little of his dress clothes fit any more, he knew he had to make a change. But a body that’s used to making 2XLs look like kid’s clothes doesn’t know how to resist the grease laden siren songs. When the Vultures got a hold of him, they got him to spend all his new money indulging every desire they could fit in greasy brown bags. That’s why there’s a wrapper coming out of his too tight pocket. That’s why he’s gained the weight of a grown man in pure lard in just 13 months. The two chairs he had to push together don’t sound like they’ll make it through dinner, but there’s no way he’d fit in anything resembling a booth.

Stuck next to Walter was Thomas. Thomas was a real glutton. He could eat for an hour straight and five minutes later start planning his next meal. Most days he ended up eating five times a day. Thomas was notorious for going to a drive thru for a snack for waiting in another drive thru. His brief moment of doubt came when he outgrew the big and tall section of his local department store. Two years later he was just fired for breaking his second reinforced office chair, and outgrowing the largest uniform size of the supplier. Now he’s looking to officially make his waistline longer than his height.

Walter couldn’t help but be a little bit impressed. By pure numbers, they were leaps and bounds from where they started. At the same time, they were bragging about a future that he was scared of. Didn’t this start because he was scared of forever being the massive elephant in the room? Why keep going down this road? And then they took their first bites of food and the taste does something to him. He sees what it does to the other guys. Their destiny was his and it was filled with happiness. No need to fear anything.

Phase 4: Combined with Exercise

The countdown to Halloween was filled with one of Walter’s worst nightmares coming to life. The elevator at his job broke down, and even worse, there was no clue when it would get fixed. Walter had gained close to 200 pounds since he had used the stairs in that building. Now he was stuck climbing a flight of stairs just to get to his cubicle.

When he opened the door of the stairwell, Walter tried to steel himself staring at the daunting concrete challenge. After all, there’s only one way to go. He grabbed onto the railing. The cheap metal groaned as he pressed on it. He hoisted his body up the first step and it felt like a triumph. Sure, it’s uncomfortable, but it’s not impossible. He can do this. Walter pushed himself up a few more steps. The folds of fat swang with every footfall. All that movement was straining the tight clothes that he perfectly positioned to cover his inflating body. Walter swore he heard seams ripping. As he approached the landing for the second floor, he started to feel the burn in his muscles. Sweat is rolling down his face. Walter summoned all the strength in his body and pushed forward to get through the door.

On the other side of the door was the boss’s assistant, drinking her coffee. When she noticed him, she shot up out of her chair.

“Yay, Walter you made it. I have a surprise for you. Follow me, quickly.” Quickly? Walter wanted to spend the next half hour leaned up against the wall waiting on his heart rate to get back to a normal place. Walking should have been out of the question, but he didn’t have a choice. He followed the petite secretary as she began to explain, “Human Resources has reminded us that having the elevator break down causes undue stress onto you and the other ‘plus-sized’ members of our corporate family. And so as a way of compensating you for the trouble, Mr. Hartman has decided to provide you all with some snacks to start off the morning. Feel free to have as much as you want and maybe even more.”

A stack of doughnut boxes sat on the table in the middle of the break room. It looked pitiful. Worse yet, the only person sitting at the table was Rodrigo. Rodrigo had flakes of glaze all over his mouth and fingers and sprinkled down his shirt. The box of doughnuts next to him only had 3 left. Rodrigo was the de facto fat guy in our office. His belly was genuinely the size of a yoga ball and hung over his belt. If there’s leftovers to get rid of, they’re calling him first. One of the reasons I went on a diet at the beginning of the year was because O felt like I was going to be his size pretty soon.

When my boss’s secretary left, I looked at him and went, “Can you believe they’re trying to bribe us with doughnuts?”

“With how tough it was to get up those stairs this morning, we deserve it. There may not be many benefits to being fat guys, but a donut buffet all to ourselves is pretty good.”

“Still, it feels insulting. I know that I’m a little heavy but-”

“A little heavy? Bud, we’re looking at “a little heavy” in the rearview mirror. I’m very heavy and you’ve got almost 30 pounds on me. ”

“No, I mean I’ve let myself go this year but I’m not-”

“Don’t be modest. This is a safe space. You’re what? 420 pounds?” Rodrigo estimated. He was around 430 when he weighed himself last, and that was a few months ago. “I try my best to stay under the big 400, but it’s okay. We’re fat guys. We like to eat. There’s nothing wrong with that. Being fat is great! Today you got the fat guy’s dream: to get paid to sit around and eat donuts all morning. Don’t miss your big break.”

Unable to argue with his logic, Walter took a seat across from him. He grabbed a box of doughnuts and started chowing down.

Phase 5: Success Stories

When New Year’s came and went once again, Oliver and the other Vultures invited him to a celebration for all of their clients who had major achievements in the past year. The Vultures would stop by and talk to him about how his year had gone and what his favorite fast foods had gone. Half the night, Oliver sat next to Walter and fed him treats with desire in his eyes. Every Vulture function involved a never-ending feast of good food, and Walter would know having been to so many in the past few months.

In the last quarter of the year, it seemed like Walter was getting an invite to go to hang out with the Vulture every other week. It started off with their Halloween parties in October. Then they melted into Friendsgiving feasts and every kind of holiday something they could invent in December. The Vultures did everything they could short of kidnap him from his job to keep him eating at every hour of the day for two and a half months. With trainers and friends who were all in the program, they kept him accountable and made sure that he was always keeping Oliver happy with the stuff he was eating.

It was no surprise that Walter had managed to push past 450 by the end of the year. However the attitude shift had come as a complete surprise to Oliver. Walter was finally excited by eating. He started to like being fat. It gave him joy when he saw that he was getting bigger and fatter. Now he was a fat making machine and Oliver knew he was ready.

Oliver came up to Walter at the end of the night with an envelope covered in dark spots made to look like grease stains. He said, “I’m really proud of you for all the work you put in this year. The guys and I have decided that you would make a great spokesperson during our membership drive this year. And it comes with a few benefits, if you’re interested.”

“Benefits?” Walter asked.

#gainer story #tummy tuesday #wide wednesday #glorifying obesity #wg story #gay gainer #gainer fiction #encourager #bhm #bhm weight gain #fat bhm

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sunsetcougar · 7 months ago

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Eve’s Garden AU:

Angel, Husk, Niffty, and Alastor are all in the lobby when there’s a knock at the door.

Angel: Who do you reckon that is?

Husk: The girls probably forgot their keys and locked themselves out or something.

Angel: I thought we didn’t lock the front door.

Alastor goes to answer, swinging the door open with a grin that immediately becomes strained.

Cain, the moment the door is open: Hello! Ah, Alastor, I heard you decided to come back from your little vacation.

Alastor, unhappy: Greetings, I was not expecting to see you.

Cain, walking past Alastor and looking around the lobby: Mom saw the interview the Princess did and sent me to look around. You know, see if this place is actually legit or a joke.

Alastor: And why would your mother have an interest in a place like this? I imagine she’s already busy enough with her territory.

Cain: If this place is legit there’s quite a few souls she’d be interested in sending over.

Husk: Now why would an overlord as powerful as her want to risk losing any of her souls?

Cain: Losing a few wouldn’t be all that serious of a blow to her, and redeeming souls is right up her alley. So, where’s the Princess?

Alastor: She’s out right now.

Cain: I’ll wait then, get to know the rest of you. Hey Husk, pour me some whiskey, would you?

Husk: *grunts and does so*

Angel: So who are you anyway? I’ve never heard of you.

Cain: My name is Cain, I’m one of the overlords of The Garden. You’re Angel Dust, aren’t you?

Angel: That I am. I havta say, the wolfy look suits you. I might be willing to offer a discount to an overlord~

Cain: No thank you, I’m on a purely business venture. Plus I’m not sure your boss would take kindly to it.

Angel: Eh, worth a shot. So whys an overlord interested in redeeming souls? Seems a bit out of character.

Cain, taking a sip of his whiskey: My mother is unique. She only wants enough power to keep her people safe so she does own their souls, but if someone asks she’ll give theirs back no questions asked. Getting her people into paradise is something she didn’t think possible, but if it is she wants to do it.

Angel: Huh. Sounds too good to be true.

Cain: Yeah, we hear that a lot. Thinking of, Husk, how’s Alastor been treating you? Nothing that would warrant me bringing it to my brother’s attention, right?

Husk: No.

Cain: Lovely. I’m sure our resident stag would hate to lose another antler.

Alastor: *his static grows louder, hissing.*

Cain: *snarls right back.* Don’t forget your place, deer boy. *drinks the rest of his whiskey in one go.*

Niffty: Ooo, you’re a bad boy! Hehehe!

Cain: I suppose you could say that. So, when’s the Princess due to get back?

Husk: She and her girlfriend should be back any minute.

Charlie, right on cue as she struts in the door: We’re back! And we brought doughnuts! *spots Cain and gasps* Oh my goodness hi! I’m Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Are you interested in becoming a guest here?

Cain: *smiles at her enthusiasm.* I’m not, I don’t think redemption is possible for me.

Charlie: I believe anyone can be redeemed if they really want it!

Cain: *his easy grin falters for a moment.* I’m here on business. My mother sent me to look around this place and see if it’s legit. If it is, she has a few sinners to send your way.

Charlie: *practically has stars in her eyes.* Really?! Well then I should give you the grand tour! Come on! *grabs Cain’s hand and pulls him away talking a mile a minute.*

Alastor: *disappears into his shadows.*

Vaggie: *narrows her eye, watching Cain as Charlie shows him around the main room.* Who is he?

Angel: He said his name is Cain. Kind of ballsy to name yourself that, huh?

Husk: From what I know of him he’s earned the right to those balls. He’s old as fuck and touch as steel cause of it.

Vaggie: Is he trustworthy?

Husk: Fuck if I know. Next to no one knows anything about that family. I only know they’re old and powerful enough they can afford to be unknown.

Vaggie: So this is probably a trick.

Husk: Yep.

Niffty: *giggling before she scampers off.*

Angel: Well Niffty may chase him off, then we don’t have to worry.

Vaggie: Hm. *leaves to go follow the sound of Charlie’s enthusiastic tour of the kitchen.*

#Eve’s Garden AU #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel cain #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 5 months ago

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could you do sick Spirit + appendicitis + caretakers of your choosing? i’d love to see how

spirit’s appendicitis story plays out!

“I’m not letting you use my employee discount. You can get the Bastille CD for full price, take it or leave it.”

Isaac pouted. “Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeeee?” He made fake puppy eyes, jutting out his bottom lip like a toddler, and Spirit resisted the urge to slap that stupid look off of his face. She was already in a bad mood—she had to move into Birdie’s guest room since the dorms were closed because of summer break, she got in another argument with her mom over the phone, and for days she’s been having awful stomach cramps despite not being on her period—and Isaac was the annoying cherry on top.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you tacos.”

Spirit froze, looking at Isaac with a raised brow. “You do realize that if you got me tacos, you’d be spending more money than if you just paid full price for the stupid CD, right?”

Isaac’s face fell as that realization dawned on him. Spirit shook her head, going back to organizing vinyl like she’d been doing. “One of life’s greatest mysteries is how in the everloving fuck your dumbass got into college.”

Isaac snorted at that, giving Spirit a playful shove. “Y’know ya love me,” he grinned before turning and walking away. “I’mma try and find some new headphones. Mine broke.”

Spirit flashed him a middle finger, and he flashed her a peace sign right back. When he was gone, Spirit found herself singing ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ under her breath as she continued organizing. The singing helped take her mind off of her stomach.

She only got halfway through singing the song when abruptly—

“Hey!”

Spirit let out a yelp, jumping so bad that she nearly fell onto the cart of brand-new records, and she would’ve if Aiden hadn’t steadied her with one hand while laughing. In his other hand, he was holding something.

“I sewar to GOD, I’m putting a fucking bell on you!! I don’t know why the hell I haven’t done that yet,” she spat at him, catching her breath since her heart was racing slightly from the scare. The surprise also didn’t do any good for the non-period cramps still gnawing at her.

Aiden was still chuckling and smiling at her. Spirit noticed two things: he looked very good in the fitted workout shirt he was wearing, and the thing he was holding was a bag with a Dunkin’ Doughnuts logo. “Surprise?” he said.

Spirit rolled her eyes, smiling. “I’ll only forgive you for scaring me if you say that those doughnuts are mine.”

Aiden smirked. “Indeed they are, my lady,” he said in a fake British accent, holding the bag out to her.

Still smiling, Spirit took the bag gratefully. “Thanks. I’ll have them on my lunch break.”

“I have the day to waste,” Aiden said. “I can wait around if you wanna have someone to talk to while you work.”

Spirit chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Oh, my boss will loooooove that,” she said sarcastically.

Blushing, Aiden’s smile turned sheepish. “Okay then. Well, maybe we can—”

“Hey Spirit, this box doesn’t have a price on it. How much. . . ?”

Spirit froze, her whole body tensing up, her eyes going wide as she looked from Aiden to Isaac and back at Aiden.

“Oh, fuck,” Spirit groaned, face-palming herself.

Great fucking timing.

Isaac and Aiden both seemed confused. Then, Isaac’s face lit up with excitement and mischievousness. “Holy shit. Spirit, is this—?”

Spirit shot him a glare, her cheeks red with embarrassment. That only affirmed Isaac’s unspoken assumption, and he all but threw his head back laughing as he came over and hooked an arm around Spirit’s neck, making her grumble a stream of curses under her breath.

“You must be Aiden,” Isaac said, still ginning. “I’m Isaac. Spirit’s brother.”

Spirit shot him a glare. “You’re not my brother!”

He narrowed his eyes and smirked back. “I basically am.”

Spirit shoved him off with a frustrated huff, making him laugh. She sighed, looking at Aiden who seemed both amused and very confused.

“Isaac is my friend,” Spirit cleared up, shooting the blonde a murderous look. “My very annoying friend who I’ve known since we were kids. Not my brother.”

Aiden nodded, still looking amused as he held a hand out to Isaac. “Nice to meet you. I haven’t gotten to meet any of Spirit’s friends yet.”

Isaac shook his hand. “Well, it’s great to finally put a face to the name.”

“Actually, I think I saw you—”

“When I picked Spirit up from the police station?”

Spirit groaned, dropping her face in her hands. This whole situation could not get worse.

With a heavy sigh, Spirit looked at Isaac. “The headphones are twelve dollars. Get the headphones, get your CD, you can’t use my discount, and get your ass out of here. You’ve bugged me enough today.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Fine fine, I’m going.” He looked at Aiden. “Great to meet you, man. We should maybe hang out someti- aH, okay okay!” he exclaimed as Spirit shoved him in the direction of the checkout area. “Okay, I get it! Bye!”

Once Isaac was gone, Spirit let out a sigh, massaging her temples. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her friends from meeting Aiden forever, but she was not expecting that moment to come now.

“So, you talk to your friends about me?”

Spirit met Aiden’s eyes, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Only Isaac, was the truthful answer. But even then, she always tried her best to not talk about him to Isaac. But she didn’t want Aiden to think she was embarrassed of him! Would he think that? Maybe she could just explain that she wasn’t ready yet, and then—

Aiden chuckled, smiling at her. “You look like you’re doing a ton of mental gymnastics right now. Is he the only one of your friends who knows about me?”

Spirit felt her face become hotter, if possible. She nodded, guilt sitting in her stomach a bit.

Reading her like a book, Aiden said, “I’ve been too much of a coward to tell anyone about us yet, either. Just Mikey and my dad know.”

That reassurance made Spirit loosen up a bit. But suddenly, she winced as a violent cramp hit her out of nowhere, making her frown. It was the worst cramp yet.

Aiden’s smile faltered slightly. “You okay?”

Spirit hesitated. Then she nodded slowly. “Yeah. . . Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a cramp. I’ve been getting them for the last few days.”

Aiden’s smile dropped a little more, and he lowered his voice respectfully to ask, “Are you on your period? Do you have meds on you?”

The fact that Aiden was the kind of guy who didn’t make jokes or gross comments about periods just made Spirit adore him more. Smiling a bit to reassure him, she whispered back, “Not on my period yet, just cramps. And I have meds in the staff room.”

Aiden nodded. “Are you nauseous at all?”

She shook her head, but that was a lie. The nausea was on and off, appearing for a minute when a cramp hit, and then vanishing again. Not unusual for Spirit when she was close to getting her period.

“Mitchel! Did you finish putting those vinyl away?” a girl’s voice suddenly yelled, making Spirit jump. “We need help in the back if you’re done!”

“Shit,” she cursed, looking apologetically at Aiden. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta keep working, but—”

“I can hang out around the mall for a few hours, and then I have a little surprise for when you get off work.”

Spirit’s eyebrows raised. “Another surprise?”

He smiled, giving Spirit a hug and leaving without saying another word. Spirit couldn’t stop smiling as she watched him go.

“Mitchel!”

“Give me a freaking minute, Sarah!”

— — —

“Oooh, are those doughnuts?”

Harold was the third one of Spirit’s co-workers to ask that question. She had been on her lunch break for ten minutes now. . . and she had only been staring at the bag of doughnuts from Aiden.

They were her favorite kind—Boston Cream—but something was off in her gut, and she had the feeling that just the smell of one of those doughnuts would make her barf.

But still. . .

“Yes, and they’re mine. Eat the lunch your mom packed for you, kid.”

Harold pouted. He was the youngest person working at the store. He was a freckly red-head with braces, very pale-blue eyes, and he always brought a weird soy lunch made for him by his mom every day.

“Can I please just have one?” he begged. “My mom bought tofu in bulk, and I’m getting sick of it! I need something unhealthy, please!”

Spirit almost laughed at the 9th grader. “Fine, kiddo. Take one, and don’t tell anyone else. Eat it quick.” The staff room was empty besides them.

It made Spirit’s stomach churn just to think about eating right now. Not to mention, the cramps had become a lingering sharp pain sitting in her lower belly that was just uncomfortable and a little bit painful. Moving made it worse, so she’d been sitting in the same position on the same chair since her beak started.

Harold practically ate half of the doughnut in one bite, getting cream all over the corners of his mouth. Spirit stared at the floor so she didn’t have to see him eat. She was feeling sick enough as it was.

“When did you get these? Before you came in today?”

“No, my bo—” she caught herself, clearing her throat. “My friend brought them for me. I forgot to bring my own lunch again.”

“Aren’t you gonna eat, then?”

I want to, she thought to herself.

Spirit shook her head. “Nah, I’m not feeling too good. My gut’s off.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.” She heard him take another bite, and then no more. She looked up, and the doughnut was gone. The kid literally ate it in two bites.

“How were your first High School finals? Excited to be a sophomore next year?”

Harold smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m in the Cambridge Program, y’know. It’s cool.”

Spirit cringed. “News flash, kiddo; the Cambridge Program class for sophomores sucks.”

“AICE Thinking Skills?”

“Yup.”

“What’s it like?”

Spirit was about to answer when a sharp cramp hit her, knocking the wind out of her for a second.

“Spirit?”

Spirit looked at Harold, who noticed her falter. “I-I’m fine. . . A cramp just—“ She shifted just a little, and she gasped and doubled over as a burst of pain in her stomach hit her like a brick. She breathed through her mouth for a second before puke exploded from her lips, leaving her coughing, nausea suddenly eating away at her.

“Oh my God!” Harold exclaimed. “Holy shit, what’s wrong?!”

Spirit wanted to tell him to chill. But she could barely think with the pain she was now experiencing. Her lower belly was burning!!! As if someone randomly stuck a hot knife inside of her!

She gasped as it felt like that knife was twisting. “Ah, ow,” she whimpered, “Oh God, it burns.” Her voice was strained and two octaves higher than normal. She vomited again.

Sweat dripped down her neck. Everything started to blur and fade together. She blinked a few times, and after seconds or hours, there was a flurry of footsteps and concerned voices and hands touching her. . .

She felt. . . cold? No, hot. Wait, no, definitely cold! Fuck, she couldn’t tell.

She felt herself tipping, and bony ring-adorned hands held her shoulders to keep her upright. She heard her boss’s voice, but he didn’t sound grumpy and tired like he usually did. He sounded worried. Maybe a bit panicked?

Spirit felt herself fading, black spots appearing before her eyes. She realized that part of the reason everything was so blurry was because she was crying, and the pain was so intense that she didn’t even have to question why.

She heaved abruptly as her stomach clenched, and more hands kept her from pitching forward. Her head was spinning. Puke dribbled from her lips. And she was sobbing with the agonizing pain!

“It’hurrrrrrrtsss,” she whined, her voice scratchy. “I’mmmmdying. Makeit’ssssstop.” She could barely think.

Suddenly, the black spots started to come together. The world kept coming in and out, and she couldn’t stop crying in agony. The pain didn’t let up—it was only getting worse!

She heard new voices after what felt like forever. She didn’t put together a single thing that they said, but she cried out in pain as she felt herself get lifted and laid down onto something. Every little movement was painful.

Rubbery-feeling fingers pushed up her shirt and started touching her around her stomach. As the fingers pressed down on the spot where the pain was the worst, she curled up with a pathetic whimper that she normally would have cringed at herself for making. But it hurt, and she couldn’t help it!

But the worst came when the fingers lifted. The pain at that moment was so intense that Spirit literally screamed in agony.

Am I dying?! she wondered, sobbing harder than she ever had before. She felt like she was moving, but she was still laying down, wasn’t she?

What’s wrong with me? was the thought that kept playing in her mind over and over, loud enough that aside from the pain, those words were the only thing she could focus on.

— — —

(Earlier)

Aiden saw Isaac heading out of the store as he was leaving, too. “Hey!” he said, catching up with him.

The blonde guy turned and looked at him with a smile. “Hi,” he said. “Spirit got sick of you, too?”

Aiden shrugged, chuckling. “How long have you two been friends?” he asked, falling into a step beside Isaac. “A long time, right? I could tell.”

“Yeah,” Isaac answered as he continued walking. “We’ve known each other since elementary school.” Isaac paused, looking at Aiden. “How long have you two been going out?”

“A few months now,” Aiden said. “And I’m planning on officially asking her to be my girlfriend today.”

Isaac’s brows shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Aiden had a look of both excitement and nervousness on his face. “I’m gonna take her out to dinner to ask her.”

“Mexican food?”

Aiden slightly raised a brow. “Would that be the smartest choice?”

“Definitely,” Isaac told him. “She loves spicy food. And Mexican restaurants are her favorite. The Mexican place near Braden Park sucks, but a really good one she likes is the one downtown with the loud music.”

Aiden smiled gratefully at the advice. “Thanks.”

Isaac and Aiden found themselves hanging out and talking for a while. They actually had some common interests, including videogame streamers, some books, movies, certain fandom lores. . .

“Do you get what I’m saying? The FNAF movie wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. But I still—”

“Would totally see the second part if one came out?” Aiden finished.

“Yes, exactly!” Isaac exclaimed. “Also, what other video games would make good movies?”

“I’m still waiting for the day when an 'Among Us' movie comes out.”

Isaac laughed. “Oh, absolutely. Oh, and here’s a specific one: Roblox’s ‘Sacrifice Sanctuary’.”

“Even better,” Aiden interjected, “the demon-baby mode on ‘Who’s Your Daddy’.”

Isaac snorted a laugh, nearly choking on the coke he was drinking. Some other people in the food court looked their way as Isaac snort-laughed for a minute, and Aiden laughed as well.

When they stopped laughing, Isaac looked at his phone. “Hey, you wanna see Spirit? She should be on her lunch break now. Maybe we could all come back here to eat before she’s back to work.”

Aiden nodded in agreement, and the two of them stood and continued chatting on their way back to the music store.

When they rounded the corner, they were surprised to see a crowd around the store and employees telling people to clear away and back off, saying the store was closed due to an emergency.

Isaac and Aiden exchanged confused glances.

Then, suddenly, two EMTs came out of the store while wheeling someone on a stretcher. Both boys could immediately tell who it was. Both of them paled and felt their stomachs drop as they saw Spirit’s sobbing form—teeth clenched and red-faced and crying out in pain—being wheeled away.

“Shit,” Isaac said, quickly going after the EMTs. Aiden, without a second thought, went after her as well.

— — —

Spirit felt heavy. As if she’d just been sleeping for a hundred years. As if her body was filled with lead.

Spirit?

She tried opening her eyes, but her lids were heavy, and she just felt so sleepy.

Spirit? Are you awake?

She struggled to blink a few times. Slowly, her senses began to come back to her.

“Spirit?”

There was a fuzzy form in front of her. She blinked and blinked until colors came together and she could see Isaac’s relieved face. “Welcome back,” the blonde chuckled.

Isaac was to her right, but she felt a hand holding her left hand, and she turned her head to see Aiden there, also looking relieved.

Her brows pinched slightly. “Why. . . What hap- Ah!” She quickly realized that moving—even just shifting the tiniest bit—was a mistake. She barely shifted an inch, and the movement pulled on her stomach, sending a shuddering burst of pain through her.

“Take it easy,” Aiden said softly, using his free hand to stroke her hair. “You’re okay.”

She frowned, her confusion evident on her face.

“You had appendicitis,” Isaac told her. Then he chuckled. “Explains why you were such a grouch today.”

Spirit narrowed her eyes at him, making him chuckle again and bend down to give her a hug. Isaac pulled away and looked at Aiden. “I’ll go find the doctor and tell him she’s awake.”

Aiden nodded, and Isaac left.

“Why are both of you here?” Spirit suddenly asked tiredly.

Aiden smiled and shrugged. “Isaac and I hung out and talked after we left you. He’s a cool guy.”

To her own surprise, Spirit actually felt glad that Aiden seemed to get along with Isaac. “Yeah,” she agreed. “He is.”

Aiden’s hand that was petting her hand moved down and he started to stroke her cheek. “I think you were feverish when I saw you this morning,” he said. “I felt how warm your cheek was when I hugged you. You’re cooler now.”

Spirit felt herself blush at the feeling of his hand on her cheek. “Sorry I won’t get to enjoy your surprise today. What was it gonna be?”

Aiden smiled and blushed softly at that, looking a bit surprised that she brought it up. “I was going to take you out to dinner. Isaac gave me some advice on where to take you. And I was going to. . . “ ask you to be my girlfriend, he finished in his head.

Spirit raised a curious brow, waiting for him to finish.

Aiden’s smile turned sheepish like it does when he’s nervous. Spirit knew the look all too well by now.

He shook his head. “That was it. I was gonna take you out on a dinner date. But we can always reschedule.”

Spirit nodded, too tired to read Aiden. She tried shifting again, only to wince. “It hurts.”

Aiden sighed and squeezed her hand. “I know. Maybe the doctor can give you something for the pain.”

She nodded and turned to head to lean into his palm, closing her eyes again. “Thank you for being here,” she mumbled.

Aiden felt his heart flutter a bit, and he smiled. “Of course,” he said, and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

He had never done that before, and Spirit opened her eyes to look at him with surprise. Her cheeks pinked and she smiled, closing her eyes again and planting her own small kiss on the inside of his wrist.

By the time Isaac came back with the doctor, Spirit was out cold once more, and the doctor said the lingering effects of the anesthesia might make her come in and out of consciousness, and he checked her vitals quickly before leaving once more.

Isaac sat on a chair by Spirit’s bed, gently rubbing his friend’s shoulder. “The doctor told me that once she’s discharged, she should have someone to take care of her. I’m gonna leave really quickly so I can set up my guest room for her at my place. Can you stay, or do you have somewhere to be?”

“I can stay.” Looking down at Spirit’s sleeping and peaceful face, Aiden smiled and said, “The only place I need to be right now is here.”

Here, he thought to himself. Here with her.

With this girl who I’m entirely in love with.

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#thebrilliantidiots #spirit #ASK GAME!!!#appendicitis #aiden #isaac #spirit x aiden

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