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twistmusings · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m new to making request so I’m sorry if it’s like, messy. I have seen like no Twst boysxChubby!Reader anywhere and as a chubby person I think their should be at least a few. So, I was wondering if I could get the First or second years,you can chose ofc,with a chubby partner! I don’t care if it’s fluff,nsfw or whatever I just feel like it would be cute :)

Ps: I absolutely love your writing and Jade on the last post,the tits,ass, or thighs post, made me so euphoric <3

No worries, it's not messy at all! Since I'm a little strapped for time I'm just gonna do the first years for now but I definitely have added the second years for down the line when I have the spoons because chubby partners are cute asf. 😤

If you want some more I've written a post with the tweels in the past with a chubby partner (nsfw) but I always love getting chubby!reader requests.

Fluffy headcanons for first years asking out a Chubby!Reader.

CW: Some mentions of internalized fat phobia on the part of Cater and Vil (in Ace and Epel's parts respectively.)

Ace Trappola

When Ace first started crushing on his partner, is was both cute and so annoying. Literally like puppy love at first, always wanting to be near them and his friends kept catching him staring at them. He would lose his focus on conversation the moment he saw them and more than a few times Riddle had to snap his fingers at him to get his attention back.

Truthfully he kind of had a crisis about it? He is the only one of the froshes who's really been in a relationship and it went badly and he's afraid of screwing up royally. He cares about them a lot and they're so cute and he, on the other hand, would be appropriately described as an "asshole". It was a lot of him screaming into his bedsheets and Deuce giving him a pat on the shoulder and saying "That's rough, buddy."

They gave him a hug once and he thought he was going to die. They were so soft and warm and he's pretty sure he went to heaven for a minute and he had to physically restrain himself from nuzzling up against them and asking to just stay the rest of the day.

They're nice to him and they take his jokes in stride. They're so fucking cute that he has to look away when their shirt rides up a bit during PE. Their laugh is the best sound he's ever heard and he keeps having intrusive thoughts about kissing them. It's like they're perfect. He refuses to admit he's in love with them, though, because he thinks back to that first relationship he had and... God he doesn't ever want to do that to them even accidentally.

Cater caught on to his crush and supported and teased him in equal measure. Though Cater called him a 'chubby chaser' (he didn't have ill intent, but it was definitely a not good joke as he realized in hindsight). Ace snapped and went off on him and if it weren't for some quick reflexes would have punched him in the nose. Ace and Cater both ended up collared by Riddle for the rest of the day, and when asked Ace brushes it off as being 'over something stupid'. He gets a but withdrawn afterward in his sulking because it's easier than admitting that he has feelings.

After nearly decking Cater, his seniors were well aware of his crush and after some discussion, Trey decides to step up and give some encouragement by cornering him in the kitchen.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?"

"Huh? Don't joke around about stuff like that Trey. You know I'm not like that..." Ace trails off as he rubs at the back of his neck, a miserable frown creasing his face.

"I don't think that's true."

"Well it is, so drop it."

"It's okay to be afraid of rejection, you know. Everyone is, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try it." Trey says, not looking up from the fruit that he's cutting.

"And what the hell do you know!? You're about as romantic as a box of rocks!" Ace's frustration rises, and he stands, already in fight mode. But Trey doesn't match his energy-- instead he glances up at Ace with a look that seems to see right through him and Ace ends up slumping back into the kitchen chair and resting both his hands on the back of his neck as he stares at the counter.

There's a long silence that's cut only by the sound of Trey's knife coring apples. Long enough that Trey begins to wonder if this was the wrong time to bring it up and Ace still needed more time.

But, eventually, with a heaving sigh, Ace continues.

"If I hurt them I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." He thunks his head down against the counter. Normally Trey might be more upset that he did since he just cleaned it, but he supposes he can let it slide. Just this once.

"Do you want to hurt them?"

"What? Of course not!"

"So, what's the issue? Are you afraid you won't be able to communicate well? Or that they won't like you back?" Ace grunts, shrugging. Trey takes it to mean both. "You know you can learn to communicate if you try. You're doing it right now."

Ace responds with another sigh.

"Do you trust them?" Trey asks.

Ace lifts his head enough to glare at him.

"Answer the question, Ace. Do you trust them?"

"Yes. Of course I trust them. They're like one of my best friends."

"So why are you holding yourself back? I doubt they're going to hold it against you if you have feelings for them."

There is another long silence, and eventually Ace stands, the scrape of chair legs the only thing signaling his exit as he turns to leave.

Ace ruminates on it for a while, and is encouraged by the others in his dorm too. And Floyd and Jamil. And professor Crewel. (THAT one was embarrassing.)

Eventually he manages to work up the nerve to try asking them out. He has a plan for it: he's going to pull them aside at lunch and ask if they want to go get food with him off campus. (Thanks, Crewel.) After that maybe they could get a slice of cake or ice cream or something and he could ask them out there. Then, he could get them a cute little gift or something and they would be dating before the day was out.... Hopefully.

It all goes to hell immediately. Apparently, since his lesson had run over, they had already gotten lunch and were sitting with everyone. Deuce shoots him a sympathetic look from across the table. Not to mention Grim was being a menace. He gets his food and sits next to them, but his appetite is ruined so he just lets Grim steal his lunch and lays his head down on the table. When they ask if he's alright, he just silently shakes his head where it rests on his crossed arms.

He goes through the rest of his classes and his club meeting in a terrible mood. He, Deuce and them had already planned to hang out for a study group after clubs today and he's dreading it.

He still meets up with the two of them, but his mood is so low he barely speaks. Eventually he says he's not feeling it and says he's just going to head back to the dorms.

MC catches up to him, though, and asks him if they can talk. He catches Deuce from where he stands down the road giving him a thumbs up and nodding his head. He's never quite wanted to strangle him as much as he did in that moment. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for this.

They ask him if he's okay again. He grunts, but then they ask him to please not shut them out. They tell him he's been acting distant and they can't tell if they've done anything wrong, and Ace's heart breaks a little hearing them say that to him. He's been kind of a terrible friend, hasn't he... Well, Trey said he should learn to communicate, and there's no way he's going to dig this hole deeper, right?

"You didn't do anything wrong. I've just been in a bad mood lately." Ace inwardly cringes at the slight lie. It doesn't feel good to be untruthful with them, but he's scared.

"Really? Because you have been avoiding me."

Ace winces, outwardly this time. They seem to immediately get more upset, and Ace can already feel his gut starting to drop. God he fucking sucks at this emotions stuff!

"It's not you. I'm... Going through something right now and it's not going well."

"So you can talk to Deuce about it but not me? He specifically told me I should talk to you because he thought I was the one causing the problem."

Ace is going to kill him. He gapes at them a little, trying to grasp for words, but they cut him off.

"Look, if it's something you can't tell me that's fine--" it's clearly not fine, they're upset and he desperately wants to fix it. "-- but at least don't shut me out entirely. Please? I want to help you, Ace."

"It's not that I can't tell you, I'm just..." God, what words is he supposed to use? Now they look sad and angry and he's floundering.

"You're just what, Ace? Because I'm really starting to think you're lying to me to get out of this conversa--"

"I've been trying to figure out a way to ask you out, alright!?" He spits in a moment of blind panic, just wanting to stop the escalation of this. He doesn't want this to be a fight, but once he realizes what he said he claps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening and face already starting to go red. How fucking embarassing.

They're staring at him silently, and he's quickly adding Trey's name to the list of people he's going to throw hands with the moment he stops mourning this situation.

"You're kidding right?" God that's the worst thing he's ever heard them say.

"I... No." Ace wishes he could shrink into the ground right now. "I like you."

They start laughing and the humiliation is going to kill him. He wants to turn and start walking and only stop once he's under the sea. His face burns.

"Oh my god, Ace, you suck at this." They're still laughing, but before he actually can tuck his tail between his legs and run, they grab him by the wrist and pull him into a tight hug. He's getting very mixed signals, all of a sudden. And now he's trapped.

In spite of it all, he still wants to pull them closer. As if they can read his mind, they squeeze him tighter. He gives up his hopes of escape, and he wants to hide, so he hides his face against their shoulder.

"Of course I'll go out with you, Ace." They say, finally, now that their laughing has ebbed enough. Ace jerks his head up from their shoulder, giving them a wide-eyed, owlish look.

"Wh-- Why'd you start laughing!?" He sputters, pouting. He's relieved and nervous in a new way, now, but he can hardly believe what he's hearing.

"Because the last time I tried to ask you out, you invited Deuce to our study date." They smirk at him.

"You-- well, I-- it's--"

"And the time before that you--"

He stops them by clasping a hand over their mouth, already seeing where this is going. He can feel their grin by the rise in their cheeks and the way their eyes crinkle and glitter with mischief.

"I get it, alright? I'm an idiot. Give me a break, I've already heard it from, like, eight people this week." He sighs, and finally he lets himself do something he's wanted to do for so long. His hand that was covering their mouth shifts to cup the soft slope of their jawline and he leans in to kiss them-- fucking finally!!-- his thumb gliding along their cheek to feel how soft they are. They meet him halfway, and their lips feel so nice against his.

It's quick and chaste, but it's a promise of more. Ace's face still feels hot as he leans their foreheads together. He hears a distant cheer from Deuce.

Finally, he laughs, and says:

"You know if you let me go kick his ass, it could still be a study date."

Deuce Spade

Deuce doesn't even realize he's developing a crush until he starts to find himself getting a little flustered when he tries to talk to them. His words keep coming out wrong, and when they start to laugh and gently correct him his heart starts pounding in his chest. Oh god, is he dying? He's pretty sure he's dying.

It isn't until Ace pokes fun at him one day that he realizes Oh. He's not dying, he's just got a crush on them.

"Deuce, seriously, if you stare at them any harder you're going to burn a hole in the back of their head." Ace snorts, flicking Deuce's arm with his finger rather roughly. It makes Deuce jump, apparently not having heard any of what he said.

"Huh!?" Deuce practically barks it, looking at him with wide eyes as if he'd been entirely unaware of him the entire time. Ace sighs, shaking his head.

"Your crush is getting out of hand. You never even listen to me when they're around. Talk about single-minded..."

"Crush?" Deuce repeats, brows furrowing. "They're not my... not my... oh. Oh. They are aren't they?" There's a litany of emotions that cross his face in those few moments, and Ace simply stares at him like he's dumb.

"You're joking right? You seriously didn't realize you have a huge crush on them? Even you're not that dense!"

Deuce looks back at him, this time wide-eyed with panic, like he's looking at him for answers.

"What... do I do?"

"Huh? What do you mean what do you do? How should I know?"

"Well you've dated someone before. What did you do?"

"I asked them out. And we all know how peachy that turned out." Ace grumbles. "Seriously, I can't help you with this one, bud."

Deuce asks Trey if he can help him to learn how to make some simple sweets so he can bring some over to them. Of course Trey catches on that he might be feeling something for them, so he tries not to rib too hard.

He goes out of his way to include them in things if he can. If he's going out for a morning run, they're invited if they want to. Or, if he's staying in and studying and then watching a movie, they're invited to that too. He's not nearly as bad as Ace at inviting other people along on their 'dates' but there are definitely a few that Ace jumps in on simply by virtue of being his roommate. He's a little more touchy that he used to be, often letting them lay against his shoulder or across his stomach if they're super vegged out.

He has a really hard time actually asking them to date him, though. He just can't ever seem to get the words to come out how he wants them to, and whenever he starts thinking about it he trips on his words and can't quite get them out.

Eventually, he makes a plan on the advice of his mother.

All he tells them is that they will need to dress nicely. Of course, he ends up helping them look for something that will suit them. They seem to be so much more picky than he is, though, because he really thinks they look pretty amazing in everything. They have such nice figure, how could they ever look bad in anything. It takes a while but they seem to find something they like and Deuce feels a little short of breath at how well it accentuates their soft curves. God, is he blushing?

He gives them a date and time and says it's a surprise... and it certainly is quite the surprise.

They smooth out their outfit one final time as they stand up to answer the knock at their door. No sooner do they open it than they have a bouquet thrust toward them.

They jump, and they follow the arm up to where Deuce's face is, pouting slightly and looking away from them with a brilliant red blush tinting his skin. They can't help but to laugh, and Deuce's head whips toward them, looking a little mortified. Before he can run, they wrap their hand around the one holding the bouquet.

"Are you taking me to prom?" They ask, grinning. Deuce opens his mouth but only ends up sputtering ineffectively for several seconds. They wait patiently, and when they see he's frustrated to the point of giving up, they nod their head encouragingly. Deuce sucks in a large breath and begins again, slowly.

"I... I wanted to ask if you would go out with me?" he manages this time, almost painfully earnest.

"Of course Deuce... Uh... forgive me for assuming but... I kind of thought we already were?"

There is a long, long silence.

"HUH?!" Deuce, once again, barks.

As it turns out, him asking them for "study dates" was what had made them assume they were already together. Except he calls them study dates with everyone..... does he have to clear things up with Ace now, too!? (He doesn't, Ace is well aware of what he meant.)

He is super giddy but also extremely flustered. Even so, dinner is nice, and they end up falling asleep curled up together on the couch after watching a movie. Their head is on his chest and Deuce had wrapped a protective arm around them in his sleep.

Jack Howl

Jack starts to realize that he's developing a crush during PE. They are on the same team and he notices how protective he feels over them when he see someone charge at them or them come too close to getting hit by a spelldrive disc. He has never had those sort of feelings for someone outside of his own family, and he realizes almost immediately that it probably means there's something more there.

He has asked his parents and grandparents about what it felt like when they met each other, and they had described a similar feeling. This was a tricky situation, though, because it was super rare for wolf beastmen to develop feelings and rarer for it to be a sign of a true bond. There's a big significance to it since wolf beastmen are largely monogamous and mate for life.

He doesn't ask his parents what to do about it because he thinks it would work them up, not to mention how embarrassing it would be for them to try and talk to him about romance. And he can't really ask anyone else his age-- the only other freshman who's dated has been Ace and he doesn't think he wants his advice on a relationship... So he asks the only other person he can think of.

Jack can see his breath on the air as he jogs, the air is incredibly crisp and refreshingly cold this morning. He sighs, and he suspects that's what prompts what happens next.

"Something on your mind, Jack?" Vil asks, glancing briefly over his shoulder as he keeps the comfortable pace of his run, his ponytail swaying with each movement. "You've been more quiet than you usually are this morning."

Jack grunts.

"First of all, I'm not quiet." Jack protests, and Vil laughs easily at that. Rude. "And it's not... something I really know how to talk about. I don't think you'd know what to do anyway."

"You could give it a shot, you know. I'm more wise than I look." Vil says mirthfully. Jack appreciates that he's gotten better at picking up on his particular brand of bluntness, but he could really do without the teasing that has taken the place of his offence.

"I think I might be in love."

Jack nearly plows into the back of Vil as he stops short. Ah. Right. He's nosy. Jack should have known, honestly.

"With who?"

"MC." Vil clicks his tongue in response and Jack has no idea what that's supposed to mean. Vil turns, examining him carefully, a manicured eyebrow raised, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers against his own bicep considering.

"I could see it." He hums.

"... That's all?"

"Well, what were you hoping I'd tell you?"

"... How to go about this? Or what you think, I suppose." Jack huffs, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking away. "I was hoping you'd know more about how to handle this than I do."

"Well, unfortunately for you, I'm not all that well versed in dating." Vil hums, but before Jack can sink too low into disappointment, he continues. "But I can tell you what I know from other people."

"Alright."

"I've heard it's best to just be upfront about it. Direct, even. That way there's not questioning your intentions and you don't end up dancing around each other."

"You think I should just... ask to date them?"

"You're trying to figure out if you think this is something that will last, right?"

"Yes."

"Then it can't hurt anything to try, right? There's no beastman rule that says you have to get it 100% right the first time, at least as far as I know. You can still experiment and see if it works out. The worst that could happen would be that things don't work out."

Jack is... a pretty direct person, so he can't really find a reason not to just be direct like Vil suggested. Of course, he knows that his version of direct might be a little much-- there's a time and place for everything.

He decides to wait until they are together alone... which is easier said than done when they're always with a variety of the freshmen. It takes a couple of weeks and he has to sneak it in while the others are distracted, but he sees his opportunity and he takes it.

"MC." Jack calls.

They stop, letting Ace and Deuce to charge forward in their own little world-- in an apparent competition to see who can find something the fastest. It's silly, and Jack wasn't paying attention to them. Hadn't been since they'd gotten into the library.

"I've been meaning to ask you." Jack takes a deep breath, feeling the way his chest knots nervously as he tries to push through it to say what he wants to say.

"Are you ok?"

"I was wondering if you would like to try dating." He says, finally able to get it out of his mouth and into the air.

They give him a shocked look, and their face twinges a little red. Jack doesn't look away, needing to know the answer in spite of the urge to look away.

"Us?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Yes, of course I'd be interested in taking a shot at dating you, Jack." They smile rather shyly. Jack can't help himself, feeling his mouth curl up into a smile and his tail wagging at his back. "Like... today? Did you want this to be a date."

"I was thinking we could get dinner--" Jack is cut off by the sound of a loud crash, and then Ace and Deuce bickering. Sensing they were imminently about to be thrown out of the library, he corrects himself. "I was thinking we could get dinner alone, with just the two of us. Maybe this weekend?"

They smile at him and nod.

"Sounds great."

Epel Felmier

Epel has never really been much of a romantic. Sure, he conceptually knows what people want out of a relationship-- what is ideally romantic. But that's never really been his idea of romance-- he's always just wanted to have someone who looked at him and saw him the way that he wanted to be seen. Sure, he might be learning how to use his cuteness as a weapon, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still want to be perceived as being strong and capable. So, when they do exactly that, he really doesn't find it hard at all to accept his crush.

Epel also thinks they're super attractive. To be quite honest, he's never really found people who were super thin attractive, and he thinks them being chubby suits them so well. It makes them look healthy and strong. Sometimes he (embarrassingly) catches himself staring at them.

With as observant as Vil and Rook are, it takes practically no time for them to pick up on his crush. Vil makes it known that he finds them to be pretty plain, honestly, and he makes an offhand remark criticizing their lifestyle.

"It's really a shame-- it seems like they probably indulge too much. They have such potential to look amazing."

Epel moves before he can even think beyond the blind rage he feels. Epel has never, ever managed to get the upper hand on Vil in a magic fight one on one, but...

His right hook collides solidly with Vil, sending him reeling backward as he reaches up to clutch at his cheek. It's far from his usual grace as he stumbles and lands on his rump, looking up at Epel with shock.

"You shut your mouth." Epel says it so coldly that Vil looks taken aback all over again, eyebrows arching toward his hair line as he rubs at the place where Epel made contact with his face. "I don't ever wanna hear you say nothin' about their lifestyle ever again. I'll deal with you sayin' whatever you want to say about me but you leave them out of this. Nobody asked fer your goddamned opinion anyway and not everyone wants to look as twiggy as you do anyway."

Epel takes another, single step toward Vil, fist already clenched to swing again as he seethes with rage. Were Rook not quick on his feet, it would have likely continued to escalate. Instead, Rook catches Epel under both arms and bodily pulls him back.

"Monsieur Poison Apple, compose yourself!" Despite Rook's hold on him, he jerks against him like he's been possessed with the spirit of a badger. It's not until he is fully dragged out of the room and away that he seems to calm down, and all the while Vil sits on the ground in stunned silence.

Of course, things get a little strained between Vil and Epel for a while after that. Moreso than usual, even. However, Vil would eventually realize he has been the one in the wrong in the situation, and will apologize. Likewise, Epel will apologize for throwing a punch. They do manage to smooth things over, but they don't talk about the crush much beyond that-- likely because Vil is concerned that he might accidentally push some buttons without meaning to.

Epel ends up getting them tickets to see a new movie when it releases and also manages to get permission to do so off campus in one of the small town districts of Sage's Island. He invites them to go along and plans to ask them to be his significant other after the movie during a nice stroll along one of the beaches of Sage's Island.

Vil and Rook might not talk to him or give him unsolicited advice, but they cannot in good conscience let him wear what he was going to wear on the date. Absolutely not, he looked like he was ready to plow a farm field. Instead they managed to dress him up pretty smartly in a nice suit jacket and slacks that are cut to make him look taller than he is. Epel feels a bit like he's being fussed over for school picture day the entire time, though.

"You can see the moon reflecting on the water it's so calm."

"Yep. I think it's my favorite part of the island." Epel admits, as he watches them look out over the water. He isn't sure which one of them instigated it, but at some point they linked hands and haven't seemed to find it in them to drop them yet. It's nice. Pretty and quiet out, and he hopes that they're as relaxed as he is. "I wanted to ask you..."

"Mm?" They glance back at him, their smile bright.

"I... was thinking maybe we should try... us. Being together." They stop short, blinking at him.

"Are you asking me out?"

Epel flushes, but he laughs regardless.

"I think I already did, didn't I?" He feels his nerves twist a little bit, but they're smiling at him and it's what he's holding on to. "What do you say?"

"Yes, of course. What do you take me for?" They say, and then grin at him like it's a challenge, and Epel can't help but to feel like he's falling a little more in love with them from the sight alone.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek could never ever understand what his mother saw in his father, and didn't think he ever would until one day, surprise, you're in love with a human, Sebek. They had somehow managed to worm their way into his heart our of sheer obstinance alone. He'd never quite met someone other than Master Malleus or Master Lilia that commanded quite so much power over him-- that they would speak and he would shut up and listen. That he admired so thoroughly.

His other dormmates pick up on it instantly. As does anyone else remotely familiar with Sebek. He doesn't act like a braggart around them, and he doesn't even talk exclusively about Malleus around them. It's a very easy thing to pick up on.

Lilia starts ruminating about young love aloud during a meal one day, and Sebek praises his wisdom... but also admits that he's confused why the subject even came up.

Silence. Sebek watches Lilia's eyes widen, then glances to Silver to see him giving him a similar owlish look. Had he said something wrong?

When he sees Malleus is also giving him that same look, he can't help but to feel himself starting to blush, shame starting to creep in from his apparent social faux pas.

"I... apologize." He hesitates shrinking into himself ever so slightly, still not truly knowing what he's said wrong. It seems to be what breaks Lilia, and he starts laughing. Hard. It takes him several seconds of agonizing embarrassment on Sebek's part before he manages to calm himself enough to speak.

"No, Sebek..." Lilia smiles fondly, dabbing a tear from the corner of his eye. "It was about you. You're in love with them."

It washes over him like a rush of cold water.

"I'm WHAT!?" His volume skyrockets, making Malleus and Silver wince slightly.

It becomes a whole crisis for him. After all, he's spent his whole like knowing that he was better than humans, and that his mother was a fool for falling in love with his father when she could have had any fae she wanted with as strong as she was. And... now here he is, suddenly realizing he's harboring feelings for a human.

Initially he tries to force it out of his head. Not thinking about it at all was surely the most rational course of action. It would only really serve to frustrate him because he kept thinking about them. Thinking about how they would command his attention so easily-- about how they looked amazing when they would dress up and how it would command respect-- how they had those stupid, perfect, kissable lips and if he was any weaker a man he would be cursing Lilia for making him realize it. He hadn't thought about kissing them before, and now he can't seem to get the thought out of his mind.

His second approach is to let himself indulge in thoughts... and thoughts alone. It won't hurt anyone if he just thinks about them and his pride can remain intact. Or... well, it remains intact until he catches himself laying on his stomach and kicking his legs in the air like a schoolgirl while he imagines what it must be like to hold them in his arms. Embarrassing. Utterly devastating.

When there is nothing else he can think to do himself to avoid or ignore it... he decides to use his secret last resort.

"... Master Lilia, what should I do if I'm in love with them?" Sebek hangs his head as he says it through gritted teeth.

"You're still hung up on that?" Lilia asks haltingly, as if he hadn't been the person to bring it to Sebek's attention to begin with! "You shouldn't sound so unappreciative, Sebek. Love is a wonderful thing."

"Yes but--" Sebek sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face as Lilia watches him search for his words. It's rare to see him so flustered as this. "They're... they're a human."

"Yep. Sure as the sky is blue and that Malleus loves ice cream. And?"

"And??"

"What about it? Does that change how you feel?"

"... No... Should it?" Lilia tuts at him, crossing to where he's seated and resting a hand on either side of his chin and encouraging him to look up at him. Sebek doesn't want to, but complies anyway because he can't find it in himself to refuse Master Lilia, not when he's already being so gracious.

"Sebek. You need to let go of those antiquated ideas. Life is too short. For us and for humans." It's scolding, but it's gentle. Somehow, Sebek still feels like he wants to cry. "If you are in love with them, and it's not hurting anyone, then be in love with them. I think you should give it your all to chase what makes you happiest."

After Lilia's pep-talk, Sebek vows with renewed enthusiasm that he's going to change his approach. This time... he wants them. He wants to tackle the hurdles to see where this road with the human is leading. And it all starts with a declaration!

"Sebek... I... Please!" They are bright red, and they are hiding their face in their hands and the collar of their uniform the best they can. There are a few snickers from throughout the hall, and quite a crowd is starting to gather. Sebek doesn't pay it any mind, instead singing their praises as he recites the poem he made for them the night before.

"And you have eyes that could rival the king of Briar Valley himself!"

"God..." He's so loud, and they really, really don't have the heart to tell him that the poem is the single cringiest thing that they have ever heard in their lives. "Sebek!"

Ace and Deuce are standing behind them, barely containing their laughter. They hear Ace repeat a line to Deuce in a mocking tone under his break and the barely restrained snort that leaves Deuce. Traitors. Both of them.

"And you have lips that--"

"That's enough!" They yelp, and in a moment of panic, they shut him up the only way that they can think to-- by hauling up by the lapels of his uniform jacket and kissing him. Sebek is cut-off mid-sentence, but his eyes flutter closed. It's more gentle than they ever expected he could be, softly returning the kiss as he lifts his hands to rest on each of their elbows. They linger for several seconds, long enough that they're sure he's no longer going to keep reciting godawful poetry at them, and then they let him go. He looks dazed and giddy in equal measure as he opens his eyes again, a deeply pleased smile gracing his features. "Yes, I will go out with you. Please just... just stop doing all of that. It's kind of embarrassing with everyone here."

Sebek blinks at them a bit lost, and then looks around, only now seeming to notice the crowd that had formed around the two of them. He frowns deeply, shooting a sharp glare at those in his immediate gaze.

"Alright, that's enough, there's nothing to see here." He grouses, and ah there's the Sebek that everyone knows. Thankfully him being so forceful seems to encourage them to scatter. The only one who remains is Lilia, who is standing there, beaming like a proud father. He claps, delightedly.

"Wonderful show, Sebek."

God, what were they getting themself into?

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #romance #fluff #so I hope this is alright!#I went so hard for Ace's when I first started writing that so this whole thing took an age #I wanted to make them all have good quality and feel like they flowed well #long af tho #I realize there's not a ton of actual like... reference to the reader being chubby #I am also chubby and I usually just typically dont describe bodies in depth when writing so anyone can relate.#chubby!reader

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mangostarjam · 1 month ago

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breakfast options — haikyuu, miya osamu x f!reader, neighbors au, set a little before the timeskip, just some soft fluffy fluff, 1.4k words

Miya Osamu wakes up to the early dawn light knowing two things.

One: That was the best sleep he's had in months.

Two: This is not his bed.

The sheets are softer — the bed is narrower and pushed up against a wall — and it smells like fresh laundry detergent when Osamu knows for a fact that he hasn't lugged his laundry to the machines downstairs in weeks.

This is not his bed. This isn't even his room or his apartment. The biggest, most obvious clue nuzzles into his chest and sighs.

Osamu's arm tightens around you automatically.

He's so fucked.

Your bare legs are pressed up against his own and you're so soft and warm and relaxed, breathing deeply in sleep, utterly unconcerned about the fact that your neighbor somehow got into your apartment and into your bed with you. Osamu can feel the barest sliver of skin beneath his fingers as your shirt rises and wonders how much his ma will yell at him for messing up this badly with you.

"Mm… 'Samu…?"

He's so fucked.

"Yeah?"

"Why're you awake?"

Osamu can't help the fond huff that escapes his lips and you bury your face further into his chest. He wonders if you can feel the taiko drum beat of his heart in your dreams.

You sniff and your fingers curl into his shirt. "Now I'm awake," you complain quietly, voice muffled in his chest. "Did you need to go to work or something? You seemed so tired last night. Sleep a lil' longer."

"Hey… did I… did I get the wrong door? Last night?" His voice is scratchy, but you don't seem to mind. You shiver a little in his hold and he automatically tugs you closer.

"Hmm…?" It takes a moment as you think through the sleep fog of your mind. Osamu can hear the distant click of your refrigerator humming and the chirp of birds waking up outside.

"You used your spare key and scared the heck out of me," you mumble, shoulders shaking as you snicker at the memory. Osamu wishes he could see your face — well, maybe not. His own cheeks are burning with mortification. "You were like a zombie, Miya-kun."

Something in his stomach swoops with disappointment at the return of honorifics. But — you still haven't untangled yourself from him, and you seem perfectly content to lay here with his arms around you, so maybe — ?

"Sorry 'bout that," he murmurs. "I musta been more wiped than I thought."

"You need to take care of yourself," you scold lightly, finally peeking up at his face. Your eyes widen when they meet his, and for some strange reason you immediately reach up to cover your mouth. Osamu's stomach clenches with hurt. It's not like he was planning on kissing you right now — not after practically breaking into your apartment and commandeering your bed.

And especially not if you don't want him to. Not if you're hiding from him like this.

"Sorry," you mumble. Your gaze feels intentional. Osamu wonders vaguely if he has drool on his cheek. "I don't want you to smell my morning breath."

It's silent for a moment. The two of you breathe in unison as Osamu stares down at you, incredulous, until you break the connection and bury your face in his chest again. "Oy."

"I'm going back to sleep."

That makes him laugh. His body jostles yours and you twist around defensively, nearly dislodging his hold as he clamps his arm back around your waist. "Miya-kun," you mumble. He can hear the pout in your voice, even if he can't see it. "Let's go back to sleep."

"There's no way I'm fallin' back asleep like this," Osamu says.

"What's wrong?"

Nothing's wrong. This is everything he's wanted with you for the past few years, ever since he first saw you go wide eyed over the neighborly bento he held out to you, the delight in your huge grin only growing when you looked up and met his eye.

It's been days and months and years since then, time filled with fond teasing over textbooks, quiet secrets whispered over cups of coffee way too late at night, grocery shopping together and trying out gimmicky snacks that stained your lips blue. You're his neighbor, his friend, his staunch supporter.

His classmate, a few times, when your schedules aligned in university. His coworker, sometimes, when you volunteer yourself to help him with his stall at various events around the city.

But that's it. Or — that was it, until you started getting touchier and clingier and Osamu's hopes spiraled higher and higher.

"'Samu? Did you fall back asleep?"

Osamu presses his face into your hair. He can be weak just this once, right? It's still too early to confess — his business doesn't even have a storefront yet, he hasn't made a name for himself yet — and you deserve someone with all that and more.

"Nah," he says quietly, "I'm up."

"Don't get any ideas," you mumble sleepily. "I haven't had a man in my bed in years, so if I punch you later it's 'cause I forgot about last night."

This shouldn't make him so happy. He hides his smile in your hair. He's been so busy lately it's been hard trying to figure out if you've had anyone over, though your apartment has always only shown signs of one occupant. He didn't want to assume.

"Why didn't ya kick me out?"

"That'd be cruel and unusual," you scoff. Your fingers curl over his forearm before sliding to his hand. Osamu's breath catches for just a second as you begin playing with his fingers, seemingly oblivious to how the temperature beneath the blankets has ratcheted up several degrees.

"You can kick me out now, ya know," Osamu offers half heartedly. At least he can safely tell his ma that he tried.

You bring his hand up to your lips and his heart just about stops. Softly — so softly — you press a kiss to his palm and then his wrist, featherlight touches that have every nerve ending standing at attention. Osamu shifts his hips away guiltily, resisting the urge to press up into you, heart slamming back into rhythm at full force.

"You'd leave without having breakfast first?"

"You'd let me make ya breakfast?"

You bite the tip of his finger and he bites back a groan. "Do you always make your girls breakfast the morning after?"

Osamu frowns. He wants to see your face. "There's never been a girl or a morning after."

"Oh." You hum thoughtfully, pressing his fingertip to your lips, entirely unaware of the silent battle Osamu is waging against his own body behind you. "So I'll be the first?"

"You're the only one it's ever gonna be."

Stupid. Osamu can practically hear his twin yelling at him to just confess already.

He can feel the curve of your smile against his palm as you press another featherlight kiss there. "I'll keep waiting, then," you say quietly, voice muffled against his skin.

You shift and turn back to face him, putting a few precious inches between your bodies as you blink up at him in the slowly brightening light. Osamu can't help staring, memorizing the gentle curve of your smile and the softness in your sleepy gaze. His heart feels like it's threatening to burst out of his chest, joy expanding like bubbles in his ribcage.

"What d'ya want for breakfast?"

Your smile grows crooked.

"I want an omelet this time."

Osamu can feel his own lips tugging up in the corners. "And next time?"

"Hmm. How about a breakfast onigiri?"

A laugh escapes his lips and his grin only grows wider with your answering giggle. "I can do that for ya."

"What about a kiss?"

Your eyes are sparkling in the light and he — he wants to say "yes" — but then your expression falls and you hold up a hand suddenly. "Wait, I take that back," you explain quickly, "I need to brush my teeth first."

Osamu laughs. He tugs you closer, an arm heavy around your waist, anchoring you back into him even as you whine. "You're gonna hafta get used to this," he points out smugly.

You slap your hands over your mouth and glare halfheartedly at him. "No way."

"It's alright, darlin'," he says. You blink as his gaze steadies on yours. Osamu wonders if you have any idea that you look at him like this — like he's special, and deserving, and like you trust him with everything. He's tried for months now to pretend he doesn't see it, scared to get his hopes up too high, but now?

Now he hopes you'll always look at him like this. "I won't make you wait much longer."

#miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #fuji writes fic #this was partially inspired by rye sending me the saddest freaking fanart of osamu pre timeskip #this fic was also pretty much exclusively written way too early in the morning #bc i keep waking up before my alarm #i have literally never written for osamu before so. i hope it's alright lol

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