A/N: Okay guys, so... I'll be honest, I contemplated not writing this one-shot. I contemplated scrapping it. I contemplated telling the one who requested it no. But here it is. Yes, I did still want to write it (in the end), but know that at some point I really considered not.

And I want to tell you why (and why I decided I will).

To start with, everyone is beautiful in their own ways. You're all beautiful. No one is perfect, because there is no perfect. What people consider perfect is photoshop and highly unhealthy. Being 'Chubby' as this one-shot is about, shouldn't matter to your partner, because they'll love you either way (if they don't, fucking leave the dirtbags).

I know, pretty pathetic response (read on to find out why).

It took me a bit, but every time I saw this on my list, I would think about it. And I realised something; that's what this one-shot is about, your partner accepting you and loving you anyway. Because it doesn't matter. Because to them, you are perfect. And my ignorance was washed away (yay me).

Now, I can't say I have experienced it. Or, I don't want to say I have, because everyone experiences it differently. What I can say I have experienced is a lack of self-esteem, especially when it comes to my stomach. I've told my bf (oh yeah so I'm totally not single anymore, not that it matters) that I'd rather he not touch my stomach because of how I feel about it (it makes me feel pregnant, as my stomach looks like I'm like 3-4 months pregnant and I hate it -that's how it feels to me anyway-).

He's not one that cares for body types at all, but he respects that I feel uncomfortable with it and so he doesn't... Much ^^'

I guess I'm telling you this because when it comes to insecurities, everyone is different. When I write this one-shot, it might not be what you expect or wanted, and I want you to know why that could be the case. So please, if it's not to your liking or you find it more disappointing, I want to apologise. This is a very touchy subject (another reason I didn't want to write it) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone.

So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy the one-shot! (and sorry for the speech)

(f/c) =(Fur/colour)/(favourite/colour)*
*Depending on the context

"(Y/N)!" A silver hedgehog called out from downstairs, "Are you nearly ready? I need a shower too."

"Nearly done!" A (f/c) (a/t) yelled back from the bathroom.

The hedgehog nodded to himself, before walking back into the kitchen. (Y/N) let out a sigh, leaning on the bathroom door, her ears pressed against her head. They had been planning this dinner for months, it was their 1 year anniversary. The two were both excited.

Reservations had been booked for about 3 weeks. (Y/N) had even gone out and planned a beautifully stunning outfit for the night. A cute black mini skirt with a black buttoned up top; fish-net stockings stopped just below the skirt's length, and a choker sat around her neck. Okay, she wouldn't even bother denying, she totally liked the goth style (#sorrynotsorry).

But so did her boyfriend, Silver. He thought it was badass, and occasionally he found it absolutely adorable. The Mobian wouldn't tell him, but she liked that he thought it was adorable AND badass. A beautiful contrast.

Except she came across one problem.

(Y/N) had the outfit, and it did fit, but the (a/t) hated how it sat on her. As she looked in the mirror, fiddling with the end of one of the stockings, she couldn't help but feel bigger than she were when she wore this.

The (a/t) were already a... Curvy Mobian, as she tried to tell herself, but sometimes she'd find herself staring in the mirror, wondering what it would be like if her thighs didn't touch, if her waist was smaller, if her stomach was flat.

It was something (Y/N) had kept to herself, something she didn't want to tell anyone. It was her body, so she could think about it however she wanted.

And she wasn't entirely happy.

Don't get her wrong, she'd have days where she felt like a queen, rocking a cute outfit in the streets. She'd have days where she wouldn't even think about it, but the (a/t) found that those days she wasn't standing in front of a mirror.

Well today she was.

And the outfit, it seemed like it was crushing her. It felt like everything was made of a tight leather, and every curve, every roll was exposed. She placed her hands on her hips, the cloth felt soft, loose even. Was it all in her head?

She frowned to herself, before covering her eyes. What was she going to do? There was no way she would leave the house like this, and she had nothing else that was nice enough for a dinner.

"(Y/N)?" The (a/t)'s ears twitched to a soft knock and she jumped.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" Silver's voice asked through the door.

"I'm... Fine..." (Y/N) let out a sigh, "Sorry, I'll be out in a minute..."

It was silent on the other side of the door. Was he still there? Thinking? Waiting? Had he left? What should (Y/N) do? She hated the outfit, it looked horrible on her. She didn't want to go out like this. But she couldn't cancel, it was their anniversary.

Slowly, the door started to open, and the (a/t) startled, pushing back against the door and closing it.

"No! Don't come in!" She yelled.

"Sorry! Sorry..." The hedgehog freaked out, "I thought you'd be dressed!"

"I.. I am..."

"Oh, then why can't I come in..?"

"I'm... I'm not ready... I feel..."

"Sick...?" His voice sounded... Sad...

The (a/t)'s ears pressed against her head. She knew he was looking forward to tonight, but... She just... Couldn't...

"Can I please come in...?" He asked quietly, unknown to her, he leant his head on the door.

"No..."

"(Y/N)..."

"I'm not ready."

There was a sigh, and the sound of something sliding down the door. Was he sitting down?

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Silver eventually asked.

(Y/N) blinked, her ears lifting a little, "Wh... What...?"

"You're beautiful." He said it again, "Really, you are."

Tears started to blur the (a/t)'s vision, and she covered her mouth to stifle a small sob. She shook her head slightly, sitting against the door as he had. The hedgehog waited for a response, wondering if she was worrying about her image again.

She didn't know this, but Silver had picked up on her low self-esteem. She didn't know that he had noticed every time she would look in the mirror, how she would go from enjoying her meal to suddenly being full and not wanting to eat anything else.

He noticed how she would sometimes go without eating for a day or two, how she would play with her clothes in public -a habit she didn't realise she did- and he noticed how self-conscious she could get. He knew it was bad when she would suddenly feel sick and cancel plans or want to go home.

"I don't think you understand..." He said slowly, carefully, he didn't want to upset her, "Just how beautiful you really are."

(Y/N) was hugging her knees to her chest, her head lowered slightly as she kept quiet. She didn't want him to hear her, to know she was crying. Why did she have to be like this? Why did she have to be so... Chubby?

"I actually really like your curves." The hedgehog continued. He said this with even more caution, "I think... No, I know I love your curves. All your outfits suit you perfectly, and..."

He sighed, rubbing his head, he didn't want to push her, "If you're feeling sick, we can watch movies tonight. I don't mind."

A sniffle, his ears twitched to a sniffle.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, standing and grabbing onto the handle of the door, "Are you crying?"

"N-No..." She mumbled weakly.

He frowned, before opening the door. (Y/N) was still hugging her knees, her shoulders shaking lightly. The hedgehog's ears perked and he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around the (a/t). Did he upset her?

"I'm sorry (Y/N), if I knew it would upset you I wouldn't have-"

"I-It's alright..." The (a/t) wiped her face, before leaning into him, "Thank you..."

He nodded, before moving in front of her and kneeling down. She raised her (e/c) gaze slowly, tears streaking her cheeks. Silver offered a goofy grin, wiping the tears away gently and cupping her muzzle.

"That outfit looks so adorably badass, did you know that?"

She giggled, "No... I didn't..."

"Well now you do." He held a hand out, "Do you want to stand up? I want to see you fully."

The (a/t) stared at his hand, hesitant. What would he say when he saw the full outfit? Would he change his mind? Hate it?

He chuckled again, poking her nose lightly, "Don't make me lift you up with my powers, because I will. Come on, show me what you were going to wear."

She gave a weak smile, before taking the hedgehog's gloved hand and pulling herself up. Now standing, she dusted the shirt and skirt down, before wrapping her arms around her stomach.

"Wow." Silver eyed the dark outfit, "It looks really good (Y/N)."

"No it doesn't..." Her smile disappeared and she shook her head, before turning her gaze to the mirror. She felt so bloated in the outfit.

"And why not? It suits you perfectly." He grabbed her arms gently, pulling them from her stomach, "It really shows your hips, which if you don't mind me saying, looks... Uh..."

His cheeks turned a light red and he rubbed his head, "I don't think those words are appropriate yet..."

The (a/t) watched him silently, her ears were pressed down again in embarrassment, mixed with a bit of shame. Not from his thoughts, but from her crying, for making this scenario to start with.

"Is that a good thing...?" She asked, fisting the skirt with her hands.

"Yeah," He gave a chuckle, "It is."

"Then... Could you tell me?" She lowered her head, "I want to know... To hear that you don't hate it..."

"I don't, I love it." Silver grabbed her arms again, as if alarmed, "I really do, I think it's sexy even."

His muzzle turned a deeper shade of red, and he averted his gaze, "I-I mean... Not to be crude but... It really compliments your figure..."

(Y/N)'s muzzle turned red as well, and she raised her head once again, "You really think so...?"

"You bet." He chuckled again, before kissing her nose, "Now look in the mirror again, and know that you look absolutely georgous."

She didn't want to, not at first. But Silver's reassuring golden eyes lead her to turn her head, and when she looked in the mirror... Damn, she really did look sexy. Her skirt sat at her waist, her shirt being tucked in, and it really did show her figure. It looked way better than she had first thought, even better than she could have imagined.

"I-I... I thought..."

"You're your worst critique." The hedgehog kissed her forehead, resting his hands on her hips, "So, are you still feeling sick? I don't mind cancelling, I'd rather you be comfortable."

A smile spread on the (a/t)'s lips, and she stared at the mirror, at the two hugging. That was her.

"(Y/N)?"

The (a/t) looked back to her fluffy-chested boyfriend, a gleam in her eye, "We're going to be late. You shower while I add my make-up. I promise I won't sneak any peaks."

A smirk pulled at his lips, "Whatever you say my goth queen."

There it is!

And I'm sorry... I feel like I could have done better but... This is all I could manage to write, and this is how I managed to write it. I apologise if it is incorrect in any way, and I meant no offence.

Haven Out!!!