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THE OWL HOUSE
~ perhaps you’ll be my first request?
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↳ rise!donnie, 2012!donnie, rise!mikey, rise!casey x Y/N (female and g/n)
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↳ “ come clean! “ ; rise!leo x female!soccer!y/n
↳ “ sorry i took so long ” ; rise!leo x female!potioned!y/n
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Flashback to that "stupid mission" that Mikey mentioned last chapter. I figured present Mikey needs a little nap so let's see what happened before all of this toddler business.
request: hi!!! I really hope this isn't too much or something but if it is, you can always reject it
anyway can I get a rise! Mikey x chubby reader who keeps getting body shamed by both their parents?
make it fluff too please I'm going through really rough times right now
🝮 “ venus of willendorf “
mikey x chubby g/n !
author’s note: While I do have plenty other requests, this latest one felt necessary to get into quickly, so I held off on other fics to knock it out. The intro does contain hurt, so if you want to skip any triggering stuff to jump straight into the fluffy then scroll to the red line! :) like in one piece >:3
word count: 2.7k
“ Gettin’ a little chunky there, yknow.”
Y/N sat slouched at the dining table, cross-legged in the chair and eating. It was nothing special, just some white rice and roasted vegetables. It was seasoned well—carrots soft, sweet potatoes vaguely sweet yet tenderly savory, onions crunchy yet devoid of their stinging, gross, raw flavor. It was an enjoyable homestyle meal.
It was an “enjoyable” … … meal..
“ I don’t think I am.. ”
Their voice was low and weak, the kind of tone that had obviously been beaten and battered into submission. They felt their stomach turn and their appetite dissipate. Y/N rose their gaze to meet their mother’s eye as she stood in the kitchen.
“ Really? The fat’s spilling over your jeans.”
Y/N settles uncomfortably in their seat, light movements to try and “ tuck ” themselves deeper into their clothes. Their posture straightened.
“ It was probably just from me slouching over. Bad posture. ”
“ Pft. Whatever you say, piggy.”
Their mother laughed. It was hard to be the child of a mother who once had the idolized skinny body—a cheerleader, to make matters worse. She hadn’t missed a day yet without pointing out something in your body. It was always done in lighthearted jabs, the type that a bully would use to manipulate a sense of “ friendship ”.
If you took it to heart, she would double down— ‘ maybe if you just got off your lazy ass, ’ or ‘ what? I’m not the one asking for seconds, ’ or ‘ didn’t you just eat a few hours ago? ’.
There was never a chance to win.
“ … Okay. ”
Y/N conceded, feeling the previous satisfaction of a warming tummy churn into a greedy guilt. They regretted eating, wondered how much praise they would receive instead of they didn’t eat anything all day.
Would she be happy if you didn’t eat? Would she compliment you? Would she notice the fewer meals, fewer dirty dishes, and food that lasted longer or rotted faster?
…
Would you be happy?
Y/N rose up with a painful silence, taking their unfinished bowl and taking it to the counter. First, a lid, then, a storage container. If eating now was the problem—if the serving size was the problem—then it should be stretched. As they scooped the food quietly into the bowl, tummy whimpering like a sad puppy, their mother leaned elbow to the counter and rested her head in her hand.
“ What, so now you’re going to be a dick about it? ”
Y/N felt cold. Their next words had to be purposely orchestrated to leave no room for insolence.
“ No, I’m just not hungry anymore. I’m full. ”
“ Bullshit. ”
Their tongue suddenly felt misplaced in their mouth. All their body parts felt misaligned, and their body felt wrong. First came the uncomfortable motions, subtle gestures like lifting and dropping their shoulders as if shimmying clothes into place. Their posture straightened, back cracking.
Their lungs emptied then refilled with all new oxygen.
“ What do you—mm… Ugh.. Never mind. ”
“ What.”
“ Nothing.. Excuse me. ”
Wrong answer. Tears were welling up already as Y/N put the container in the fridge and left to go towards the door.
“ Where do you think you’re going? What, you’re just upset that I called you fat? Cause you are. ”
“ Doesn’t give you the right to be mean to me. ”
“ I’m your mother, I made you. I can say whatever I want. ”
“ … ”
Y/N’s lips tightened, fighting back a worsening expression as tears started streaming down in a quickening pace. Ignoring their mother, they pulled out their phone and went out anyways.
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fluff incoming <33
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“ That’s no fair, Mikey! You’re just button smashing. Play it right! ”
“ If it’s so wrong, then why am I winning~<3. ”
Mikey and Leo were spending time playing some sort of player versus player game. Leo’s choice was an obviously strong character who would begin flexing as their idle animation.
Mikey’s choice was a cutesy character who would strike a ‘ nya! ’ pose as an idle..
As the orange banded brother button smashed, his cutesy avatar would flicker through the fighting animations sporadically, spamming overlaying voice notes of ‘ meow! ’, ‘ mew! ’, ‘ meyow! ’, ‘ NYA! ’.
So far the game was stuck 1-3, with Mikey in the lead, and Leo two seconds from turning the fight into an IRL.
“ Ugh, Mikey! Learn to play! ”
“ I am learning! ”
“ Buttonsmashing is not learning. ”
Leo jabbed a few coordinated attacks, only for them to fail.
“ Oh, but brother dearest, buttonsmashing is something to learn. Otherwise, why’s there a word for it? ”
Mikey laughed as Leo blindly reached out his arm and swatted at him while the other hand manned the controller. He was seconds away from winning his fourth match as his phone began chirping a lovely tune. Immediately, the game was abandoned.
“ Whuh—hey! You threw the match on purpose, didn’t you?! ”
“ My love is asking for me, Leo, I cannot play such silly games when my love calls! ”
“ DUDE WHAT THE F—“
Mikey skipped out of the room, closing the door on his brother as he ragequit.
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♡︎ DEAREST LOML 3m ago
Mikey?
Please answer..
Can I come over?
Don’t be mad..
You 2m ago
Why would I be mad? Of course you can come over! I’d love to see you!
♡︎ DEAREST LOML 1m ago
I’m in your room..
Where are you? :(
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Mikey’s feet pitterpattered excitedly as he practically skipped to his room. He swung open the door with a flamboyant twirl, landing into a bow at Y/N’s feet at the edge of his bed. As he reached for their hand, ready to place a kiss and play around with some princely character, his face paled as his eyes met teary ones.
Immediately he crumbled, cupping their hands in his, his thumb gently stroking the surface.
“ Whoa! My love, what’s wrong? Are you okay? ”
Y/N shook their head in response and held their arms outstretched for a hug. Their lips quivered with each sniffle, tears leaving shimmery paths down their cheeks.
Mikey lunged to close his door to provide private, focused attention, then immediately lunged to wrap himself around Y/N in a tight, comforting hug.
They nuzzled into the crook of his neck, crying slobbering as he cooed and stroked their hair.
“ It’s alright.. it’s okay.. ”
He murmured softly, holding them close. Spooked, curious, he had so many questions he wanted to ask. What was wrong? Who was bothering you? What could he do?
None of which he voiced, giving as much room as he could for Y/N to relieve any pressure and emotion needed.
When they finally quieted down, Mikey placed a soft kiss to their forehead.
“ … sorry.. ”
Mikey’s fingers gently pet Y/N’s scalp, stroking downwards in a predictable manner.
“ No need. ”
His voice held no hostility or weight. It was gentle, welcoming.
“ I… I was sad.. ”
He held you as though the rest of the world melted way. With a gentle tug to your shoulder resting against his arm beneath you, he moved your position to his back resting against the wall and you between his legs, resting snug against his plastron.
“ That’s fine.. Do you want to talk about it? ”
Y/N shook their head, starting to sniffle again in his embrace. They pressed themselves into him as though they’d get smaller and smaller, disappearing into him.
“ That’s fine, too. ”
He responded, hugging them. There was no need to explain, and he’d never pry just to satiate curiosity.
Eventually, his other hand interlocked with Y/N’s and gently led it to rest against his thigh. His thumb rubbed circles, stroking the skin. He would occasionally press another kiss to their forehead in the shared silence and chuckle lightly while stroking their hand.
“ … What’re you laughing about? ”
“ Your hands are really cute. I like squishing them. ”
Y/N pouted, their fingers subtly folding in.
“ … You don’t think they’re.. ”
They felt Mikey tilt his head, likely in confusion at their having stopped the sentence short.
“ You don’t think they’re.. too.. ”
The words felt heavy in their throat. Their voice died, growing so small they wouldn’t blame Mikey if he doesn’t hear them anymore.
“ Am I too heavy? ”
Y/N settled for a more roundabout way, searching just for something they knew they didn’t want to hear.
“ You? Never. ”
“ … Bullshit.. ”
Y/N responded, sniffling again as they buried their face into Mikey’s plastron.
“ Whoa! Such language.. You never use those words. ”
Mikey gently took your chin in his index and thumb, urging you to look up. When you refused, he frowned.
“ Hey.. C’mon, look up, please? ”
His voice held a pillowy softness. Something you could get drunk on. A satisfying affection..
Y/N obliged, letting him raise their head, albeit not making eye contact.
“ Something bad happened? ”
Their eyes trailed to the opposite side, still not making eye contact.
“ Was it.. ”
Mikey held his tongue, and Y/N then made eye contact. The pleading in their eyes met the searching in his, answering his question silently.
“ … Figures. ”
He leans in to place a kiss on your forehead before then shimmying both you and him to the edge of the bed. There, he whisked you up in his arms and stood up.
“ Easy as pie! ”
His beaming smile was blinding.
“ What’re you..? ”
“ Proving you’re not heavy. ”
Y/N pouted. So he knew—easily..
“ But I am.. I’ve been getting bigger.. I eat too much.. ”
“ Hm? No, actually I’d say you’re lighter than usual. That’s a bad thing. ”
“ How is it bad to be lighter? That means I’m losing weig—ah! ”
Y/N squealed as they were spun around and then dropped back onto the bed. Mikey climbed over and flopped on them, pressing his weight lightly as his arms snaked underneath to pull them into a tight hug.
“ It’s bad! So so bad… ”
“ How! ”
“ Cause I get less of you.. ”
“ What?! ”
Y/N squirmed, trying to push him away.
“ That’s dumb. I’ll be better when I’m thinner. ”
“ Why does it matter? Weight is weight. You’re comfortable as you are. I love you as you are. ”
Mikey leaned to the side, lifting his weight off Y/N to stare into their eyes. his hand cupped their cheek.
They felt like a specimen under a scope. Their hand trailed down to touch their stomach as if it were something dirty.
Mikey searched your face for something he could make sense of.
“ But it’s you. You’re not bad. You’re lovely. ”
“ But I’m fat.. ”
“ Who says fat can’t be lovely? ”
“ My mother! My father too, even if he doesn’t say it—not saying anything is just the same as agreeing with it.. ”
Y/N scooted up into a sitting position. They saw how their stomach pushed from the slouching seat and immediately looked away. Tears welled up again.
Mikey followed suit, his hand hovering near their stomach before gingerly pressing against it.
“ Do I get a say? ”
Y/N trembled under the touch. Mikey was their world, and anything he did made them oh-so happy, but… When he held… It felt like acknowledging it. Like addressing the elephant in the room.
Their gaze met Mikey’s, lip quivering. Their silence carried an allowance to continue.
“ I think fat is lovely. It adds shape and form, and before our modern day, it was held as a status of royalty and desirability! ”
“ … You’re making that up.. ”
“ Am not. Have you ever heard of the ‘Venus of Willendorf’? ”
“ Villain dwarf? ”
Mikey nodded, moving over you to stand up.
“ It was a depiction of a fat woman, plump and round! Many societies had similar depictions and even some nomadic cultures carried one with! Do you know how important something is to be carried by a nomad? ”
“ H-How important? ”
“ Very! You only carry the bare minimum—the essentials! And for a long time, idols reminding the people of the perfect form was essential. See, a plumper woman indicated wealth. She could afford to eat. It also meant she was quite sexy! ”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at such an unexpected exclamation from sweet Mikey.
“ What’s your point…? ”
“ That you’re perfect. I love you. There’s no exceptions. There’s no hidden fine print. I love every part of you. Especially the squishy bits. ”
Mikey stepped closer, moving onto the bed again. This time, you laid back a bit, and he laid down against your tummy, smiling contentedly as his arms snaked around your waist.
“ The chub keeps you safe, warm, and sexy. ”
“ Eek! Stop, don’t say that. ”
“ What, sexy? You don’t want me to call your stomach sexy? ”
“ Aaaahhh! It sounds so weird! ”
Y/N buried their face in their hands. Silence blanketed them for a few beats, nothing but the thundering heartbeat in their chest.
“ EEP! ”
And then a shriek of surprise. Mikey had placed a light kiss upon your stomach. A tickling, unexpected gesture.
Not exactly unwelcomed, but more so unfamiliar.
“ If you have any complaints about the chub, I don’t mind having some alone time. ”
“ When you say it like that, it sounds nefarious.. ”
Mikey glanced up at Y/N, his cheek pressed against their stomach. He smiled then moved one of his arms to hook under their thigh. Lightly, he moved it to cross over his shoulder, nestling snug between tummy and thigh.
“ I can neither confirm nor deny. ”
“ Are you having fun? ”
“ Plenty. ”
He placed a kiss against your thigh.
Somehow, the light gestures and persistent contact made your parents’ opinion feel… Non existent. As though it were as important as dust.
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