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No kisses!? Pt2

✦part1

✦fem!reader

✦characters: first years

✦how would the boys react to a minor silly argument that leads to their partner refusing to kiss them for days

Ace Trappola

The Argument:

It all started with snacks.

You’d been saving the last of your favorite sweets, those limited-edition chocolate covered strawberries that vanish from the cafeteria in minutes for days. You finally placed one in the fridge with a sticky note that read:

“Mine. Touch it and die ♥”

Guess what Ace did?

He ate it.

Not because he didn’t see the note… he laughed at it, then unwrapped it.

He came sauntering into your room with the empty wrapper and a shameless grin.

“Hey, babe. That strawberries? 10 outta 10.”

Your face dropped. “You ate it?”

“…Y-Yeah?” His smirk faltered. “Wait—was that, like, a big deal?”

You crossed your arms. “It had my name on it.”

“I thought that was a joke!”

“It said die.”

“Okay… but like, in a flirty way?”

“No kisses for a week.”

“WHAT?! Babe, come on, don’t play like that!”

You didn’t play. For three days, Ace got zero kisses. Not on the cheek. Not on the forehead. Not even the usual “hey babe” lip peck between classes.

He was suffering.

Day 1:

He tries to be smooth.

“Okay, okay, I get it, I’m a thief in the night. But it was just a strawberry, not your soul.”

You just raise an eyebrow. “My strawberry was my soul.”

“Ouch,” he says, clutching his chest. “She’s ruthless.”

Still, no kiss.

Day 2:

He tries being dramatic.

He flops dramatically on the lounge couch where you're reading.

“I’m dyin’. Deprived. Parched. Kisses are my life force.”

You glance at him. “Then maybe next time, don’t eat my life force.”

“…She’s still mad.”

Fuck…

Day 3:

He goes full Ace mode: chaos and desperation.

You open your locker to find it stuffed with chocolate covered strawberries. Like… at least twenty. All different flavored chocolate, some of which aren’t even sold on campus. Some are heart shaped. Some have your initials on them. One says:

“I messed up but your lips are my favorite dessert <3”

He's behind you with a sheepish grin, holding a hand made apology coupon that says:

“Redeemable for One Very Sorry Boyfriend Who Will Buy You Snacks Forever.”

You blink. “Ace… where did you get all these?”

“I may or may not have pestered Cater into using his phone to order every chocolate covered strawberries in a 30-mile radius.”

“So you used Cater card…You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m your ridiculous,” he says, stepping closer. “Come on, just one kiss? I promise I won’t touch your snacks again. Swear on Cater card.”

You eye him suspiciously… then finally relent, cupping his cheek.

“…You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that’s just a little too long for the hallway, but you don’t care. When you pull away, he grins.

“Guess I found a better flavor after all.”

“Ace.”

“What? I meant your lips—ow! Okay, okay! No more flirting until after snack hour!”

Deuce Spade

The Argument:

It all began with a bet.

Deuce, proud and competitive, was arguing with Ace during lunch over who could carry more books across campus in one trip.

You, being both concerned and amused, said gently,

"Deuce, you know your back’s going to give out trying to show off. Let Ace begin dumb and play macho."

But Deuce took that as a challenge.

He puffed out his chest. “I’m just as strong! I could carry triple that if I wanted!”

Ace, never missing a chance to stir the pot, smirked and said, “Hey, your girl doesn’t think you’ve got what it takes!!”

So Deuce, in a tragically misguided moment of pride, looked you in the eye and blurted:

“She nags me like my mom sometimes, honestly.”

…

The moment the words left his mouth, Deuce froze.

You blinked, wide eyed. “Excuse me?”

“I—! I didn’t mean—!! I just—!”

You held up a hand. “Nope. Don’t even try. No kisses for you. Not until I stop being your mom.”

Deuce turned red immediately. “No! I didn’t mean you’re like my mom—I mean—not that my mom isn’t great—but—”

Too late. You were already walking away, and Deuce was dying inside.

Day 1:

Deuce tries to fix it with logic.

“I didn’t mean ‘nag,’ I meant like, you care! You’re attentive! Loving! Supportive!”

You just sip your drink, unfazed.

“…Like my mom. But in a romantic way?? …Wait. No. That sounds weird. I take that back.”

Day 2:

He gets desperate.

He sends you a note folded. When you open it, it just says:

 “You’re not like my mom. I love you. …Please don’t kill me.”

You smile. But still no kiss.

Day 3:

You catch him pacing outside your classroom like he’s preparing for a court trial. When you walk past, he jumps.

“I have a speech!”

“Oh?”

He stands straight and holds a bouquet of flowers, your favorite blooms.

“I, Deuce Spade, solemnly swear never to compare you to a maternal figure again, especially in the context of arguments involving lifting heavy objects. You’re beautiful, independent, clever, and your concern for my safety is the sweetest thing in the world. Please… can I have a kiss now?”

You eye the bouquet, the little bead of sweat on his forehead, the effort he’s clearly put in.

“…You’re lucky I like flowers.”

You tug his tie and press a kiss to his lips, catching him completely off guard. When you pull away, his face is red and dazed.

“W-Wait does that mean the ban is over?!”

“Only if you carry my books now.”

He grins. “Deal.”

Jack Howl

The Argument:

It started during training.

You were sitting on the bleachers, cheering him on while he trained with Deuce. Jack, ever the hard worker, was pushing himself harder than usual, even though he’d already pulled a muscle the day before.

You called out, “Jack, slow down! You’re going to make your injury worse!”

But instead of stopping, he growled back:

“I can handle it. I don’t need you telling me how to train.”

…

Silence.

You slowly lowered the water bottle in your hand. “Oh. Okay then.”

Jack froze, ears twitching. But by the time he turned around, you were already walking away with your head held high.

“No kisses for stubborn wolves,” you muttered.

Day 1:

Jack thought maybe you'd cool off.

You did not.

You gave him your usual warm smile… but when he leaned down for a kiss after walking you to class, you just patted his head like a dog.

His tail drooped.

Day 2:

Jack tried to apologize.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he muttered after practice. “You were just worried, and I acted like a jerk.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? But you’re a big boy, you know what you doing so it’s better if I keep my mouth shut.”

His ears dropped. “I need you to care. I like that you do. I just… I didn’t want you to think I’m weak.”

You gave him a thoughtful nod… but when he leaned in again… no kiss.

Just a smug little smile from you.

“Then be strong and take your punishment, big boy.”

Day 2 after school:

Jack snapped.

He cornered you by your locker after school, his tail puffed up and wagging with nervous energy.

“I don’t care if you’re still mad… well, I do… but listen,” he said quickly. “I wanna be the one who keeps you safe and you can rely on. I wanna be strong for you and I don’t want you to worry about a thing, specially about me. I want to be the only one you kiss. Not having your affection is is pretty annoying...”

You laughed, arms folded. “Maybe you shouldn’t have acted like a lone wolf then. I care about you because I love you. You don’t have to do everything by yourself, we’re a team.”

He growled lightly, more of a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry...”

Your heart melted. You reached up and tugged his shirt gently.

“You big puppy.”

You kissed him sweetly, and his tail wagged like mad behind him.

When you pulled back, he grinned wide and whispered, “You forgave me?”

“Mhmm. But you’re not allowed to train injured anymore.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Epel Felmier

The Argument:

You were both sitting together under a tree outside NRC after classes, sharing apple slices and talking about the upcoming school event. Epel was getting visibly annoyed about the event’s dress code, especially since Vil was insisting the boys wear tailored suits.

You giggled and said, “You’ll look cute in a suit, though. You always look good. I trust in Vil taste.”

That’s when Epel, clearly embarrassed, blurted: “I ain’t tryin’ to look cute, alright?! I ain’t some doll for you to dress up! Is it really that hard to understand?!”

You blinked at him, your smile dropping just slightly. “Oh. Okay then.”

You stood up, brushing your skirt off. “Just to be clear, I don’t see you as a doll I just tried to compliment you. Then sorry, maybe you don’t need my affection.”

“No—wait—!! I didn’t mean you, I meant—!”

Too late. You were already walking off, apple slice in hand, lips sealed literally from that moment on.

Day 1:

Epel pouted all through lunch. He scooted close to you, bumping your shoulder.

“C’mon… I didn’t mean it like that.”

You turned your head, putting an apple slice in his mouth, no kisses, no sweetness.

He stared at the apple like it personally betrayed him.

Day 2:

You found a folded note in your locker. It smelled faintly apple. It said:

“Sorry for being a dang idiot. You can call me cute. You can call me whatever you want. Can we be good again? I’ll even wear the stupid tie Vil gave me.”

You smiled… but you still didn’t kiss him.

Epel screamed into his pillow that night.

At that point Rook and Vil started to worry about him…

Day 3:

He snapped.

You opened your dorm room to find Epel standing there in the most overly cute outfit you’d ever seen. Matching suspenders, a ruffled bowtie, and a little hat balanced on his head, from Vil or someone.

“Alright! Fine! I’m adorable! Are you happy now?!” he shouted, cheeks blazing pink. “I’ll be the damn poster boy for cute if it means you forgive me!”

You just stand there… in pure shock… then burst out laughing… he looked so grumpy and pouty, yet dressed like a fairytale boy.

“You’re ridiculous, I love you the way you are, I didn’t have to do that” you said between giggles. “Omg my stomach hurts!”

“I’ am feeling ridiculous right now!” he grumbled. “It’s been three days. You been denying affection from me for THREE DAYS LONG”

You took a step closer, cupped his face, and kissed him slowly, sweet and warm.

He melted into it, hat falling off.

“About time,” he sighed, finally relaxing. “Next time I say somethin’ stupid, just kiss me to shut me up, alright?”

You smiled. “Deal.”

Sebek Zigvolt

The Argument:

It all started with Malleus…

Sebek, as always, was ranting with pride about his Young Master’s brilliance while the two of you were walking together after class. You loved that he was passionate… but it had been half hour straight of Malleus this, Malleus that, and you finally said:

“I know you love Malleus, Sebek, but you’re dating me, remember?” You chuckled lightly.

He whipped around with wide eyes. “I—HOW DARE YOU COMPARE YOURSELF TO THE YOUNG MASTER—!!”

You blinked. “So I’m not even equal to him?”

“I—THAT ISN’T WHAT I MEANT—YOU’RE MISINTERPRETING—!!”

You huffed, stepping away. “Fine. Then maybe you should ask Mal for kisses for now on, no kisses for you.”

Sebek, red in the face and fuming, yelled after you, “DO NOT PUNISH ME WITH AFFECTIONAL WITHDRAWAL!”

(Malleus sneezing somewhere)

Day 1:

He was twitchy. Pacing. Overly stiff in class. Every time your eyes met, he seemed to expect you to smile and kiss his cheek like usual, and every time you didn’t, he bit his lips in frustration, followed by him shouting internally.

Lilia smirked at him during lunch.

“Trouble in paradise, Sebek?”

“IT IS A TEMPORARY DOMESTIC CHALLENGE!”

Oh yeah… Lilia enjoys the show

Day 2:

He stood in front of your dorm room door with a bouquet of oddly aggressive looking green flowers and a hand written letter that began with:

“To My Most Dazzling, Fierce, and Noble Beloved (Who is Definitely Not Inferior to the Young Master)…”

He knocked like a soldier reporting for duty. When you opened the door, he held the flowers out like a weapon and declared,

“YOUR IMPORTANCE TO ME TRANSCENDS RANK, STATUS, AND EVEN ROYALTY! NOW PLEASE—FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SEVENS, FORGIVE ME!”

You took the flowers and smiled. “Nope.” Then you closed the door.

He made a sound like a kicked puppy…

Day 3:

You walked into the training room and found Sebek mid monologue… to a sparring dummy… rehearsing what he’d say to you. Loudly. Passionately.

You leaned against the doorframe and listened.

“…AND EVEN IF I HAVE SWORN MY LIFE TO THE YOUNG MASTER, IT IS YOU WHO I THINK OF BEFORE I SLEEP! IT IS YOU WHO MAKES MY HEART BEAT LIKE A WAR DRUM!”

You snorted softly. “Wow. That dummy must feel so loved.”

Sebek turned around, looking like he wanted to sink through the floor.

“I—I didn’t know you were—!”

You marched over and kissed him hard, shutting him up mid-rant.

He short-circuited. When you pulled away, his entire face was pink.

“Apology accepted,” you teased. “But next time, remember, words are important, Sebek.”

He nodded so fast it was dizzying. “I SHALL NEVER FAIL YOU AGAIN!”

“And maybe… tone down the volume a little next time.”

“…sorry…”

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himasgod · 17 hours ago

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Hello! ^^

I hope my requests are not overwhelming you, as this is my second request not so far off from my first, and this one has a lot more characters. (Of course you don’t have to do all of them!)

But do take your time! :) (I promise you this will be my last request before I vanish for a bit to let other people have their turn! I just love the way you write TWST characters!!)

May I request a fluff one-shot where the reader/yuu has these squishing frenzies with the first years+ Octavinelle+ Kalim, and Malleus separately? (Maybe implied that they are in a relationship??)

Squishing their face and hugging them tightly because they had cuteness aggression by the actions they were possibly doing? Such as their focused face when studying, their smile, or just a because of their presence, for example! ^^

Have fun with this request if you do consider on writing this! <33

-🗝️

FIRST YEARS + OCTAVINELLE + KALIM AND MALLEUS X READER

Where you have attacks of cuteness aggression and you need to squeeze their face

Deuce was coming down the hallway from class, still in his uniform, hugging a textbook to his chest. He looked normal. Perfectly average. But to you? Instant critical hit.

The way his tie was slightly crooked, the gentle smile he wore when he spotted you, the way he brightened just by seeing you there waiting—

Your heart did a backflip and your arms acted on instinct. You launched yourself toward him.

“Wha—? Yuu?!” he exclaimed as you crashed into him, arms around his waist in a bear hug so strong he had to take a step back to keep you both upright.

You didn’t answer right away. Just buried your face into his chest and let out a little muffled: “Too cute. Can’t handle it. Gonna explode.”

"Huh?! I didn’t even do anything though!”

You looked up at him.

“Exactly!! You didn’t even do anything and I’m already this overwhelmed.”

“T-That’s not fair! How am I supposed to react to that?!”

You tugged him down slightly to plant a kiss on his cheek. “You don’t have to do anything, baby. Just stand there and be your sweet pookie lovely self. I’ll do all the attacking.”

He stood there frozen like a kicked puppy, blinking rapidly. Then:

“…Can I hug you back now?”

You just grinned and nodded into his chest.

Sebek was on his speech pacing in the library as he tried to help you study for a test. He had a hand on his hip, the other waving as he explained historical stuff of the Briar Valley.

You were trying to pay attention, truly. But your boyfriend was too fired up, his eyes with intensity, that proud grin, the way he got all huffy over every little historical injustice like it had personally offended him.

You barely registered what he was saying. Your brain just went like:

“PRECIOUS BOY.” “PASSIONATE LIL LOUD MAN.” “PROTECT AT ALL COSTS.”

“—and that is why the fortress was—GAH! HUMAN?!”

You had suddenly wrapped yourself around him from behind, your arms squeezing his waist and your cheek squished against his back.

“I can’t help it, you’re so serious and proud and you talk with your whole chest—I love you too much, Sebek!”

“You can’t just ambush me like this in the middle of a lesson!”

“But you’re so cute when you're passionate. I had to squish you.”

He spluttered like a boiling teapot, then tried to pry you off—only to end up red-faced and very still when you hugged tighter.

“…Such a menace,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“I like this type of menace,” you said nuzzling into his back again.

Sebek tried to resume lecturing but fumbled every sentence for the next ten minutes.

You had spotted Jack, chatting with one of the Heartslabyul third years, Cater. He was being polite n respectful as ever, but then Cater cracked some joke, and you caught it:

The tiniest twitch of a smile at the edge of Jack’s lips.

It was small. Just a little something warm and rare and so unmistakably him.

Your brain exploded.

By the time Jack turned around and saw you watching, your arms were already open and incoming.

“Yuu?! —woah—” He barely had time to catch you as you launched into him, arms wrapping around his broad chest as you grinned like a fool.

“You smiled. You smiled, and now I have to squish you. That’s the law.”

“It was barely a smile! That doesn’t count!”

You poked his cheek. “Yes it does. That little soft smile? That secretly sweet, totally not scary-at-all expression? Absolutely devastating.”

He groaned but didn’t let go. “You’re hopeless.”

“And you love it,” you sang, nuzzling his chest like a sleepy pup.

“…Yeah,” he mumbled after a pause, resting his chin gently on your head. “I really do.”

You came across Epel curled up in the lounge, clearly exhausted after a long Spelldrive session. His hair was still a little damp from a shower, and he had his sleeves pulled over his hands as he lazily scrolled through his phone.

His face was relaxed, his breathing calm. he looked so gentle. Like a kitten napping in a sunbeam.

Your heart absolutely could not handle it.

Without thinking, you dropped onto the couch beside him and smushed his cheeks with both hands.

“WHUH?! Yuu??!”

He flailed a little caught off guard as you tackled him into a tight cuddle, squishing his soft hoodie sleeves and cupping his squishy face.

“You’re too cute when you’re all sleepy and soft and that hoodie!I can’t take it!! You’re gonna kill me!!”

“I—‘m not soft!! I’m tough!”

You smooshed your nose against his. “You’re a tough guy who needs head kisses and hot cocoa.”

“…Okay maybe sometimes,”

You didn’t stop hugging him for the next twenty minutes.

Ace was lying on the Ramshackle couch, legs dangling off one side, eyebrows furrowed as he tapped his pencil against his notebook. He was surprisingly focused today, eyes narrowed, lower lip stuck out just a bit as he mouthed some formulas.

You had walked in ready to chill, but paused in the doorway. His stubborn pout, the way his hair flopped a little over his eyes, made your brain collapse.

Your hands twitched. Your vision blurred a little.

"Oh no," you whispered. "It's happening."

Before he could look up, you pounced, crawling right onto the couch and grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Wha—?! Hey!” he yelped, flailing a little as you squished his face between your palms like it was made of mochi.

“You're too cute when you're focused” you declared as you pressed your lips to his.

Ace's ears went pink instantly, though he tried to fight it with a groan. “C’mon, don’t squish my face—how am I supposed to keep looking cool if you go and squeeze it like that?!”

You didn't let go. If anything, you smushed him more giggling as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. “Deal with it, handsome. It’s your fault for being adorable.”

“…Ugh,” he muttered, but his hands were already coming up to hug you back. “I swear you’re gonna kill me with affection one day.”

And honestly? He didn’t sound too upset about it.

Kalim was dancing barefoot in his room, sleeves rolled up and a bright smile on his face as he tried to juggle both a fruit bowl and a beat from a playlist blasting from his speakers. He looked like sunshine, laughing, clapping along, spinning too enthusiastically and catching himself against the couch.

You were cooked.

Absolutely done for.

You dropped the book in your lap and ran straight toward him, launching into a fullbody hug that knocked both of you onto the plush cushions.

“Yuu?! Wahaha!” Kalim laughed, arms instinctively wrapping around you. “What’s this about?!”

“You’re literally glowing,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. “You were smiling and dancing and just… being you. It was too much. I had to hug you or my heart was gonna explode.”

“Awwww!! That’s the best reason to hug someone ever!!”

You bury your face in his shoulder. “I am physically in pain from how much I love you.”

He just giggled and hugged you tighter. “Then I’ll hug you right back until you feel better!”

Needless to say, he didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

Azul had been helping you with homework, glasses perched on his nose, his pen tapping lightly as he explained a confusing concept.

At one point, you managed to answer a tough question on your own, and his eyes lit up ever so slightly. A proud smile tugged at his lips before he cleared his throat and tried to hide it behind a sip of tea.

That smile… oh that shy, proud little smile…

Oh no.

You were on him in seconds, gently tugging the pen from his hand and grabbing his face between your palms.

“What are you—?!”

“You smiled, and now I need to squeeze your face and hug you until my brain resets.”

“Th-that’s hardly necessary—!”

You pulled him into a hug anyway, laying your head on his chest while he sputtered.

“You’re so precious, Azul. You make it impossible to not fall for you a hundred times a day.”

He fumbled for words—any words—before slowly wrapping his arms around you.

“…You are the most infuriatingly wonderful person I’ve ever met,” he muttered, face still buried in your hair.

Today, he was… peaceful. Lying on your lap, arms loosely around your waist, blinking slowly as he stared up at you with a lazy smile. No teasing, no biting, and definitely NO squeashing. Just humming and the occasional nuzzle against your stomach.

And it. Was. Killing. You.

The calm Floyd was somehow more dangerous than the wild one. Because now he was just being adorable.

You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god…”

“What’s up, shrimpy?” he asked, blinking up at you. “Your face’s all red.”

“I’m having a crisis,” you whispered, then collapsed on top of him and wrapped him up like a burrito.

“WAH—! Shrimpyy?? Hahaha!! You squished me!!” he laughed, though he immediately snuggled into it.

“You’re too cute when you’re quiet and all cuddly,” you muttered, smothering his face with kisses. “My heart can’t take it.”

“Eeeeh~? You like calm Floyd that much?” he said with a smirk, nuzzling your nose with his. “Maybe I’ll be soft just to mess with ya~”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Malleus was sitting beside you under the moonlight, watching fireflies blink over the grounds. He was thoughtful, calm, but soft in the way he glanced at you every few moments.

He wasn’t saying anything special. He wasn’t doing anything fancy.

He was just existing. In your space. In your life. Loving you silently with every gentle breath. Your chest clenched.

You reached out slowly, hands on either side of his face, and just… squished.

Malleus blinked, startled. “Child of Man?”

“Your face, it’s so majestic. And perfect. And handsome. And you’re just sitting there being you, and I’m gonna DIE if I don’t squeeze you right now.”

He blinked once. Twice. Then chuckled, warm.

“I had been warned about your aggressive affections. I now see they were… not exaggerated.”

“I love you so much it’s physically painful, Tsunotarou. Please let me squish you forever.”

Malleus’s arms came around you. “Then, by all means, continue. I find your affection… rather soothing.”

He kissed the top of your head, and you melted on the spot.

Jade had invited you on a quiet walk through the botanical. It was peaceful,l and his was voice gentle as he spoke about different plants and fungi.

At some point, he crouched down beside a small sprout, his gloved fingers carefully brushing aside the dirt as he showed you the roots. He was serene, his usual unsettling grin replaced by quiet focus.

You blinked.

Oh no there it is. The rare Jade softness.

Before you knew it, you were dropping down beside him and throwing your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him like a koala.

“Fufu~? What’s this?” Jade said in amusement, tilting his head. “Have I done something to warrant such an ambush?”

“You’re being soft, Jade. Quiet, patient, gentle, you know that’s my weakness!!”

Jade chuckled, one arm coming up to support your weight as he let you squish him to your heart’s content. “Is that so? I shall endeavor to be even softer in the future, then.”

“You’re a menace to my heart”

“And yet, here you are—wrapped around me like a vine. Fascinating, isn’t it?”

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