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🦇 PlusSized!Streber x Reader 🦇

Author's Note:
I've developed a non-binary headcanon for Streber, so I will be referring to them with they/them pronouns.
Also I'm just gonna say it right now, twinky fanon Streber is so fucking dumb like omg they're not a baby they're a grown ass adult give the dude some chub maybe even some body hair they're not a baby you need to protect-
But anyways enough talking

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"Darling, wake up," you heard a soft spoken voice fill your ears, the words could be registered before you even managed to awaken.

You slowly opened your eyes to see the familiar plump face of your beloved lover: Streber. You let out a small whine as you buried your face into their chest.

"Five more minutes," you mumbled, to which they chuckled and ran their fingers through your tangled hair.

"Come on, hun, we have to get up. We have a lot to do today," they replied before reaching forward to kiss your forehead, they pulled their body away from yours, sitting up and stretching out their arms.

They playfully poked at your sides, chuckling a bit, "cmon, love," Streber spoke softly, you eventually complied and sat up grumpily.

"I hate you sometimes," you said bluntly, though they only rolled their eyes.

"You love me," Streber gently pecked your cheek and went to go to the bathroom, "now get up, we're gonna be really busy today," they called out as they entered the bathroom.

You let out an exaggerated groan, before you hoisted yourself up and thrusted your legs forward to swing them beside the bed, you checked your phone, which sat on the nightstand beside you; it was 7:54 AM.

You walked towards the bathroom, where you saw Streber with at the sink, gargling mouthwash. You gave their ass a playful slap as you past them, causing Streber to nearly choke as they spat the mouthwash out into the sink in shock.

"Babe!" Streber whined, you couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Oh cmon, it was funny," you said jokingly, poking at their sides, "my squishie baby," you teased, before you kissed Streber's cheek.

They pushed you away with a small gag, "brush your teeth, nasty. Your breath stank," they said before they walked out of the bathroom to get dressed, "smelly."

You probably deserved that, and you couldn't help but laugh at that as you went to brush your teeth. After doing so, you returned to the bedroom and saw a huffy-looking Streber.

They were struggling to put on a pair of jeans, letting out a few frustrated grunts as they did so, they eventually gave up and sat on the bed defeatedly.

You chuckled faintly and approached the bed, you sat beside Streber and gently patted their thigh.

"You okay, sweetheart?" You asked with a small smile plastered on your face, Streber sighed and rested their head against your shoulder.

"Yeah... Just a bit sad these don't fit anymore," they explained with a bit of a frown. They tugged the jeans off of themself and tossed it away.

"Hun, how old are those jeans?" You asked as Streber tossed them aside.

"Probably about five years old," Streber told you with a small sigh, "I found them at the back off the closet. I was thinking I could maybe fit into these again, but uh," they looked a bit embarrassed now.

You gently kissed their forehead, gently patting their thigh, "hun, I love you, but I don't think you'd stay the same weight over five years."

You wrapped an arm around Streber's waist, giving their body a light squeeze. They gasped softly at that.

"Just because you're putting on some extra weight and old clothes don't fit anymore, doesn't mean it's necessarily a bad thing. You're a big person, and that's totally okay!" You said encouragingly, as you tried to knock some sense into your beloved.

You then wrapped both arms around Streber's waist and gave them another sweet kiss, they couldn't help but laugh a bit at all the sudden affection.

"There, you feeling better now?" You asked with a sweet smile whilst hugging them tightly.

"Much better, hun, thank you," they said softly, nuzzling into your shoulder.

You both took a few minutes to just stay silent, just listening to each other's breathing and enjoying the moment. Soon enough, Streber pulled away.

"Okay, now let's seriously get ready, we have stuff to do," they said before they went to pick out another pair of pants.

"You want me to make us some breakfast before we go out?" You asked as you watched them walk to the closet, to which they nodded, "alright, I'll make some eggs and fried rice, you want sausage or bacon?"

"Bacon, please."