Happy jamilton w/chubby ham maybe alex feeling insecure and tjeffs makes him feel better? :00
Sorry the requests are taking so long, so much stuff is happening rn aaaa
Alexander knew that he shouldn’t have been doing what he was doing, looking into the mirror and grabbing at different parts of his body was surely not the way that he should be spending his afternoon…But he had ended up doing it. He found himself doing it most days while Thomas was out shopping or something.
Thomas had caught him once or twice and Alexander had said that he wouldn’t do it again but with the mirror placed inconveniently by their bed; Alexander couldn’t stop himself. He had to look. Looking would lead to examining and that examining would lead to judgemental thoughts towards himself.
He stood in the mirror, squishing and poking his soft tummy and grabbing and shaking what he could of his chubby body. It just made him feel sick to his stomach. The way his body jiggled obnoxiously and shook like it was trying to take over him. Alexander seen it as a waste of space, which it was, that’s all it would ever be, right?
Alexander would try to get rid of it but that would result in two things: Depression or Thomas complaining. Thomas’ whining didn’t bother him much but Thomas said that he loved his body like this and that made Alexander feel somewhat guilty. Alexander really did believe that he loved his body more in his chubbier form…for whatever reason. Thomas loved the softness and the permanent stretch marks that dragged along his sensitive skin.
Thomas’ happiness meant a lot to Alexander and sure, the same couldn’t have been said five years ago because of the two ‘hating’ each other…But that was more Thomas teasing him because he liked him and Alexander taking it seriously.
Either way, Alexander felt bad as anytime he did manage to try and lose it behind Thomas’ back, he wouldn’t be able to. The weight literally wouldn’t move off his body.
But, besides that, Alexander still hated his body and did not want to look like, what he would describe as, a whale. Alexander let out a gentle sigh and stared at himself for another moment before deciding to pull his snug jeans back up.
“I’m home!”, Thomas called loudly, making Alexander panic instantly. He gasped and quickly shuffled his shirt down, buttoning up his jeans sloppishly and laying back on the bed.
Alexander grabbed a pillow in a sloppy attempt to look normal. He cleared his throat and called back, “Up here!”
Thomas followed the voice upstairs with his usual, happy skip-like walk. He looked at Alexander and tilted his head, noticing his weird position.
“That doesn’t look comfortable,” He stated bluntly, instantly knowing that something was up.
“Weird?”, Alexander tilted his head back at Thomas, pretending to be clueless, “How?”
“You look like you just laid down, what have you been doing?”, He hummed lowly and took off his tie, throwing it on the floor somewhere lazily as he usually did.
“I haven’t done anything,” Alexander responded in a flat tone, making Thomas raise his eyebrow as he took off his pinkish-purple suit jacket.
“Nothing at all?”, He asked softly, sitting in the corner of the bed. Alexander sighed softly, nodding and not saying in response until a few minutes later. Alexander hadn’t planned to say anything but the silence indicated that something needed to be said.
“Just leave me alone, I can do whatever I want and if I’ve done something that I don’t want you to know about, that’s my business, asshole,” He hissed, suddenly becoming a little snappy.
Thomas just grinned at his annoyed attitude and pinned him down to the bed, making Alexander let out a little submissive squeak.
“My God, fuck off,” Alexander mumbled in annoyance.
“Hm. No,” Thomas giggled femininely and kissed his lips quickly, “Why don’t you want to tell me, darlin’?”, Thomas asked, his Southern accent glowing strong.
“Because I said so?”
“Awe, c’mon, is it embarrassing?”, He grinned and slid a hand down his side, making Alexander squirm and try to move.
“You know that I’m not in this mood,” Alexander pouted childishly.
Thomas’ eyes opened wider than usual, “Okay, so you’re upset over something, I get it.”
“How- What- No?”, Alexander lied, trying to cover up that he was pretty displeased. He hated how much Thomas knew him sometimes. He could easily tell how he was feeling and it was honestly the worst sometimes.
“You are. It’s obvious,” Thomas frowned and lay on the bed next to Alexander, “My day’s been pretty shit too,” He began convivially.
Alexander seemed to open up a little at that, “What happened?”
“I ended up writing something and wrote about the completely wrong thing and now I have a powerpoint that basically has no meaning. I misunderstood the task- It’s not my fault the task was so damn vague,” Thomas ranted bitterly, making Alexander smile a little.
Thomas turned to see Alexander’s face, hearing a soft, happy hum escape him. Thomas managed to smile back at that, loving the sound of his content mood.
“Sounds pretty awful. How long did you spend on the powerpoint?”
“All day,” Thomas whined, “To be fair, I was taking my damn time,” Thomas huffed and turned his whole body to Alexander, “But enough about me.”
“Hm?”, Alexander raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to speak now, huh?”
“If you’d be so gracious to spread some of the melodic tones with me,” Thomas showed him a genuine smile that wasn’t his usual smirk.
“Well…”, Alexander mumbled, wondering if he should tell him or not. He decided that Thomas wouldn’t shush until he told him and telling him wouldn’t be that bad, right? Maybe telling him was the best thing to do.
Thomas patiently waited and just lay there, waiting with a smile. Alexander let out a gentle hum and nodded to himself in confirmation, “Well…I did the mirror thing,” He murmured, Thomas, knowing exactly what the ‘mirror thing’ was.
“Alex!”, Thomas frowned instantly, throwing his arms around Alexander’s waist and leaning on his chest.
“I can do what I want,” Alexander huffed.
“You can but- It’s not healthy to do that- To judge yourself so harshly, in the way you do,” He sighed gently, “I know how your brain can get Alexander. You won’t stop until it’s happy but you’re never satisfied, are you?”
“Not really,” He admitted with a pout.
Thomas stayed there for a moment and wondered what he should do. It came to him about three-four minutes later.
“Hey- Can I see your tummy?”, Thomas asked, knowing that he needed confirmation from Alexander.
“Um…Sure?”, Alexander shrugged, figuring that he may as well let Thomas see his stomach. He used to be extremely embarrassed but after showing him over 100 times, he got used to it.
Thomas smiled at the agreement and lifted up Alexander’s shirt slowly, “Your jeans look too tight for my liking,” He pouted and unbuttoned his tight jeans. He noticed the button had left a mark so he gently kissed the mark although it did take a minute for him to do so.
Thomas just stared at his tummy in admiration, loving every single bit. He stared at his gentle stretch marks and the way his tummy never failed to look soft and gentle. It gave him such a cute glow that Thomas couldn’t help but cuddle his tummy softly.
“You’re adorable.”
“Bullshit.”
And so the two continued to argue about Alexander’s adorable tummy.