N. Italy x Chubby!Reader- Hoodies and Laughter

____ laughed hysterically, clutching her soft stomach with tears budding at the corners of her eyes. Her boyfriend, Feliciano, could only pout, tears welling up in his own honey ones; this situation certainly wasn't all that amusing to him. "____!" He whined. "It's not funny!" The young woman sitting next to him tried her best to stifle her loud cackling by covering her mouth with her hand, but only succeeded in making herself snort, which in turn made her laugh harder. They were currently sitting on Feliciano's plush couch, watching a movie with the lights turned off. What kind of movie, you may ask?
Horror movies, of course! What better thing to do on a Friday night than watch some scary films with a loved one?
The two had quite different ideas of what was considered as "scary movie material". Feliciano's films from Italy, his homeland, were filled with blood, guts, and gore. To him, all this was quite scary, but since he was used to these kinds of things in movies, they didn't affect him as much. He had expected ____ to do the same as him when he first saw a scary movie: cry, scream, hide behind the person next to him, etc. He was at least hoping ____ would do the same! Big Brother Francis had told him that showing a loved one a scary movie would make that person cling to their partner for comfort. The Italian man was definitely looking forward to that, since his girlfriend was quite cushy, and certainly an ideal cuddling partner. He would not give up any chance to hold her plump form in his arms.
Instead, she was barely surprised! She didn't even flinch! How did she not find corpses scary?!
However, upon viewing her favorite horror flicks, he could see why. Ghosts, demons, and psychopaths were in every film! ____ had appeared somewhat scared, but poor Feliciano had nearly wet himself when he saw the Conjuring. Then, he did just that when he saw the Grudge appear for the first time. And that was exactly what ____ was laughing about.
Feliciano quickly stood and ran off to the bathroom to clean himself up while ____ pulled herself together. The television was flicked off the the DVD paused. Standing up, the girl flicked the lights back on, still chuckling a bit. She heard the shower running from down the hall; the poor boy must've really soiled himself.
Lovino, having heard his brother's terrified scream, peeked his head into the living room. He scowled, "did the idiota piss himself?" ____ nodded. A loud, annoyed sigh sounded itself from the man's throat. "I warned you about that, ____. You know how much of a coward he is!" ____ only raised an eyebrow at his frustrated statement. Lovino was accusing Feli of being a coward? As if he was one to talk! He shook in pure terror of the same things his twin did!
"Did you at least put the plastic down beforehand?" He asked cautiously. ____ nodded and he sighed in relief. They had made a habit of doing that ever since their first couch was ruined because of Feliciano's "problem" while watching particularly scary movies.
The sound of running water died down, and a dripping Feliciano stepped out of the bathroom. He had put his brown t-shirt back on, but his bottom half was wrapped in a fluffy green towel rather than his blue jeans.
He pouted at his girlfriend, obviously still upset about the movie. ____ shot him a sympathetic look. Her arms opened wide for him and he rushed into them, cuddling into her soft, warm body. Lovino, however, had been knocked over in Feliciano's mad dash to get a hug, and boy was he pissed. His face turned bright red in anger, but he did not shout. Despite his huge temper, due to his upbringing he would never shout in front of a lady. The Vargas' were charmers and flirts, but they were also gentlemen. The twin's grandfather taught them how to act in front of a pretty girl, and those lessons were taking effect as Lovino struggled to contain his rage.
____ knew this, and she could also assume that as soon as she left, Lovino would explode in anger. Feliciano knew this as well, which was why he refused to unwrap his arms from ____'s torso, even when her own arms fell limp at her sides. The woman sighed. The fight between the twins would happen sooner or later, and she couldn't stick around forever.
"I have to go, Feli. Work tomorrow, you know how it is." He pouted and whined, snuggling his head into her chest. He looked up, hoping the puppy-dog eyes would make her change her mind. The chubby girl was tempted to stay, but four years of dating the adorable man-child had strengthened her willpower. That cute face of his would not faze her this time. Plus, she did not want to assist in cleaning the now soiled and smelly couch.
____ gently pushed Feliciano away and held him at arms' length, hands on his shoulders. "I'll visit again tomorrow evening, okay? We could do something else, maybe watch some... calmer movies?" His face lit up like a light bulb, his pouty demeanor completely gone. Thank (insert deity here) for his short attention span!
"Okay, Mia Gioia (my joy)!"
____ walked over and helped Lovino to his feet, giving him a quick hug. "See ya, Lovino." The grump's face turned bright red at the affection, but nonetheless hugged back. He didn't have any romantic feelings towards ____, no, but being hugged by any pretty woman was something to appreciate. "Y-yeah, see you."
"I'll see you tomorrow, sweet pea." (It's a type of flower, not a vegetable. It's something I would personally say, but ignore it if it's not to your taste >^<)
_____ said as she hugged her boyfriend once more, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then lips. "Goodbye, bella!" (beautiful. I have a thing for pet names, can you tell?)
After a couple quick "I love you's" were exchanged, the young woman promptly let the cozy house and let the door close behind her. Holding up three fingers, she counted down until-
"DAMNIT, FRATELLO (brother)! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WETTING THE FUCKING COUCH! YOU'RE GODDAMN LUCKY ____ REMEMBERED THE FUCKING PLASTIC!"
"WAAAAAAH! I-I'm sorry, fratello! I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GO CLEAN IT UP!"
"Okay, okay! I'm sorryyyyyyyy!"
____ chuckled as she walked away. Of course Lovino would blow up only after she had left.

*~ Magical Timeskip ~* Brought to you by: Cheesy Pet Names tm. We'll make any story a thousand times more cliche with a simple word!

Feliciano slumped on the now clean beige sofa, already sleepy. He had to clean the plastic all by himself, with no help from Lovino. He understood his brother's reasons, of course, but why did Lovino have to be such a grouch, he wondered. Of course, ____ had been there to comfort him. The auburn haired boy let out a happy "ve~" at the thought of his beautiful fluffy girlfriend. He had no guilt at thinking about her size, all because of a simple phrase she said early into their relationship.

"There is no such thing as being bigger and not beautiful. I know for a fact that I'm chubby, but that doesn't mean I can't like what I see!"

From that point on, he had no regrets about complimenting her body. Not to make her feel better about herself, but only because he wanted to. She knew what she looked like and was confident in herself, but it was only in her nature to verbally state what he loved. And he loved her. He loved her caring yet confident personality, her odd quirks, her taste in books and food, her __ eyes, __ hair, round face, slender hands, full hips, squeezable abdomen, ample chest-
He squeaked and blushed at his own thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking about her like that! Especially when ____ had established boundaries early on in their relationship. As she had so gracefully put it, "there will be no hanky-panky until he puts a ring on it, capiche?"
She had said that after Gilbert, an obnoxious albino that had somehow busted his way into their friend group, suggestively asked about their physical romantic life. They hadn't really talked about it before, but it was nice to know that there was no chance of making her angry at him from overstepping unclarified boundaries. Still, Feliciano's mind wandered to those topics more than he would like to admit. It wasn't his fault she was so attractive!
A cold draft of air snapped him out of his thoughts. He shivered and stood to get a sweater or blanket from the closet, hoping to warm himself up. Why did it have to be so cold in the fall?!
As he looked through the itchy sweatshirts and threadbare blankets, he spotted a dash of bright (f/c) fabric. Pulling it out, Feliciano realized that it was ____'s hoodie that she had left behind accidentally the week before. He had put it in the closet with the intention of giving it back, but forgot about it. The material was thick and soft, with bold block letters that read "I can't keep calm, I'm a Fangirl!" across the front. The boy giggled at the funny saying before nuzzling his face into the sweatshirt. The musty closet smell had invaded the fabric, but a hint of ____'s sweet scent still clung to it. He sighed in content and slipped it over his scrawny frame. The clothing engulfed him, the sleeves covering his hands. His body immediately warmed up in response to the thick, fuzzy cloth. As he climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom, Feliciano couldn't help but bury his nose into the hoodie's warmth. Flopping onto his bed, he flipped the hood up and smiled as it heated his body even more. He didn't even bother to bury himself under the bedsheets as he normally did on autumn nights. All he did was curl up and burrow himself deeper into the hoodie and sigh in absolute bliss. Wrapped up in comfortable warmth and his beloved's scent, Feliciano dozed off, completely content.

*~ Time Skip to the next day. Wake up, idiota, you have a date! ~*

A loud knocking interrupted his sleep. Feliciano groaned and rolled onto his stomach, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the noise. Because of this, plus his half-asleep state, he didn't notice the front door opening and closing, nor footsteps sounding down the hallway, coming towards his room. "Feli? Beebee, you're still in bed?!"
Peering out from under the pillow, Feliciano was surprised to see ____ standing next to his bed, hands on her hips and an amused grin on her face. "Uuuuuuuuughn, bellaaaaaaaa. Why're you here so early?" He whined, pulling the pillow back over his face. "Oi, none of that! You'll suffocate yourself!" she scolded, uncovering his head.
"Anyway, I told you I'd be here! We promised to hang out, remember?"
Feliciano's eyes shot open and he lifted himself from the bed. Frantically, he grabbed his bedside clock and read the numbers. "7:00 PM?!" He slept all day?!
Well, he wasn't surprised, and neither was ____. Both of the Italian twins had a tendency to sleep for long periods of time, often blowing off plans. Poor Ludwig had spent many hours trying to wake the bubbly man for morning training. Still, Feliciano felt guilty. He had promised his girlfriend they would spend time together, and he nearly forgot!
"I'm so sorry, ____. I didn't mean to sleep in this late, honest!"
The girl sighed and patted his head comfortingly. As much as it had annoyed her at first, her boyfriend's odd habits had ceased to surprise her. Besides, she found it hard to be mad at that adorable face, immune as she might be. "Ah, it's no big deal, sweets. We still have plenty of time to chill!"
A relieved and happy grin spread across Feliciano's face as he flung his arms around her neck, pulling her down onto the bed. ____'s loud laughter rung out as he peppered the side of her face in light kisses, their eyes squeezed shut. The girl's upper body had ended up leaning on top of his, her hands holding her up while her feet remained on the carpeted floor. Amidst his soft pecks, ____ managed to capture his lips with her own and hold him still long enough to give him a proper kiss.
The bubbly man let out a small squeak of surprise, which quickly died in his throat as he returned the kiss.
Kissing him was always so blissful, so perfect. It was no secret he had been in a few relationships before he had met ____, and it showed through
how he kissed. He was so experienced, moving in just the right way to make her mind go blank. She, on the other hand, had taken a while learning how to kiss. Her movements were unsure and clumsy at first, but after a while, she found an exceptionally amazing way of kissing. The pair had instantly added more kisses to their days ever since.
Still, in the first steps of their relationship, it was painfully obvious that ____ had no dating experience whatsoever. In any other situation, the curvy woman had no problems with her lack of love history. However, when she realized how adept her newfound partner was in dealing with romantic emotions and actions, she'd felt somewhat unqualified to be his girlfriend. He knew exactly how to make her feel special; visiting her out of the blue, devoting a huge amount of time to her, cooking dinner and snacks for her at random, showering her in endless compliments... All these things were graciously accepted, but they made her feel insecure. How could she measure up to him? How could she make him feel like the only man in the world?
The answer was simple: she already did. To Feliciano, simply being able to
date the gorgeous woman was a dream come true. He cared nothing about her past romantic life; all that mattered was that she was happy, and he was being the best boyfriend he could ever be. When she had voiced her concerns one day on one of their dates, he was shocked. ____ always acted so sure, so confident and bold. To think she had insecurities seemed... unrealistic, almost. The man was quick to counter her statement, assuring her that he was plenty happy with her. Still, he was flattered that she thought of him so highly, and the fact that she wanted to make him happy. He never stopped doing things for her, and she did similar things for him as well, despite his insistence that she had no obligation to do so.
As the two broke the sweet kiss, they both suddenly became aware of their position. Feliciano had one hand on the small of ____'s back, the other cupping the back of her neck, his fingers fiddling with a few locks of her hair. ____ leaned over him, forearms caging him in while he lay on his back. They both blushed deeply; neither one had noticed the oh-so intimate position until the sensational lip-lock was broken.
"Pffffffffft!"
____ couldn't help but laugh at the flustered look on his face. No matter what situation, his expressions were always hilarious! This caused a silly smile to stretch Feliciano's lips. He didn't always understand why she laughed at him, but he enjoyed seeing her happy, nonetheless.
"Sorry, love, sorry! You're just so cute, ya know that?" She chuckled playfully.
Rather than answer her, he simply kissed her swiftly and brought her down for a tight hug. "Ve~! I love seeing your pretty smile. I don't mind being cute if you keep laughing for me~"
"Did that even make sense?", she wondered. Ah, well, no matter. This was Feliciano she was talking to. Random compliments were all part of being in a relationship with him.
Looking down at his slim body, ____ noticed something odd. "Feli... Is that my hoodie? I've been looking for that! Where'd you get it?!"
"Hm?" He looked down and realized he still wore the (f/c), thick sweatshirt. "Oh, yeah! It was in the closet, and it was really cold last night, so I wore it to bed. I hope you don't mind."
____ shook her head, amused once again at his adorable antics. "Not at all, sweet pea."
"Good! 'Cause it's so warm and cozy, ve~"

*~ Time Skip brought to you by Random Inspiration! Making lazy writers finish stories they started months ago with no explanation! ~*

After getting up from their silly discussion, the two decided to go for a walk around town. While ____ wore (color) denim jeans and a thick (color) sweater, Feliciano had changed into tan slacks, still wearing the (f/c) hoodie. The two held hands as they window-shopped, keeping each other warm in the chilly weather. A few bystanders stared as the pair walked past, especially women. How could he, that handsome piece of man, be with her?! Why not them, who, in their own minds, were much more attractive. However, should one be observant enough, or close enough, they would be able to tell with the glances they threw at one another. They were irrevocably and completely in love.

^Extended Ending^

Walking past a small clothing boutique, a particular piece caught ____'s eye. It was a solid black hooded sweatshirt with the ghostbusters logo on the front, and except the ghost appeared to be made of... White noodles?
Cringing, she groaned when she read the white caption under the picture. "I Ain't Alfredo No Ghost!"
____ had to admit she had a thing for graphic shirts, but that pun was just terrible. Feliciano noticed her sour face, and tried to maneuver his head around her to get a glimpse at what made her look so unhappy. She tried to pull him away from the shop window, praying he didn't see it.  Unfortunately, Feliciano had also witnessed the abomination of a  hoodie. "Ooooooh! ____, do you see that!"
He nearly pressed his face up against the glass window in order to get a closer look at the display. "Maybe I could get it for you! You said you like Ghostbusters, didn't you? I wouldn't mind buying it!"
"Ummmmmm, that's sweet, Feli, but it's not really my style. I don't fancy wearing terrible pasta puns anywhere on my person."
"Well then, I'll buy it for myself! I like it!" He pulled her into the store, instantly searching for the awful hoodie. "Besides, I can't keep your hoodie from you forever. You need it, too!"
____ chuckled. "Thanks, but I don't mind if you wear my stuff. It suits you just fine!"
He "Ve'd" in response and kissed her cheek, then continued his quest for the sweatshirt.
"Well, this is kinda backwards," ____ thought. "Normally it's the girls who steal her boyfriend's hoodies!" She nearly laughed aloud at her own stupid thoughts. "If only this doesn't become a regular habit. I would like to keep some hoodies for myself!"

*~Le End~*