Ironically, I have been getting into more fat ideas
Cough cough my HWWHP fixation is about to show
Thomas is canonically meant to be skinner during game right, his pantry is empty, his fridge is, something , and it seems he's had nobody to take care of him. You could also make headcanons about the medication hes taking causing weight loss or appetite decline as well, whatever the case, that old man is skinny as fuck.
Thinking about getting ahold of him before the events of the game and getting to help him improve his health, cooking him meals, teaching him to clean and implementing a routine into his daily life to help him. Something something him being too used to the military schedules and feeling more worthless without anything to do!!
He technically has the space to have a farm, as well, so maybe you take the time a few months in to check his soil in the backyard. Then once you have food growing, you get to cook him delicious meals and watch his face light up while he pretends he isn't affected..
Even so, as time passes, he starts to fill out more and the clothes that hung off his body start clinging to his stomach more and he doesn't nearly fall when the wind blows either..
Something something him doing chores around the house wearing only an apron so you can see the fruits of your labor being his stomach rolls and stretchmarks what
Summary: Patton is craving something in particular and tries to satiate that.
Note: Tickle fic warning by the way. Lee Patton. Not really following the prompt but it kinda fit and I wanted to write it, so suck it haha! TW. DISCUSSION OF WEIGHT. I might do a sequel to this because I never really wanted this to be as depressing as it is haha!
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Patton couldn’t help but feel completely and thoroughly embarrassed. A permanent red glow to his face and his hands were hesitating. It wasn’t embarrassing. If he found out that one of his kiddos was doing what he was doing right now, he’d find it adorable! But somehow, in his own mind to himself, it felt just so embarrassing.
He stared back at his phone, proudly showing his secret tumblr’s homepage. The first post about ‘ticklish tummy appreciation’ stared back at him. The quiet of his room only exaggerated just how weird he felt about doing this and the fact that someone could overhear him at any point. He could’ve just closed the tab and tucked himself into bed... But he couldn’t. All day he had wanted to do this.
All day he had been precisely aware of himself. Aware of his ticklish sides each time he passed by someone. Every time he reached up for a shelf he would explode into a blush. The instance earlier today when Virgil jokingly pushed his finger into Roman’s side so he would flinch away and he could sit, replayed over and over again. Burned into his memory. He could already feel his face turning into a shy smile.
His feet were squirming under the covers and the butterflies in his tummy felt similar to what he was craving. Releasing a breath, he finally started scrolling through his homepage.
There were many posts that he saw where he had to physically look away. Squeals leaving him without him even realising. Now his legs were drumming against his bed and the butterflies fluttered madly now. Some art that he spent too long staring at, writing that took him way longer than necessary to finish and some gifs that made his feet tingle just by looking.
Usually when he got like this, just a decent session on his tumblr was enough to get it out of his system. But this time, he felt his mood only increasing further and further. Instead of tickle writing soothing the craving, it only made him more aware of just how much he needed to be tickled.
Oh, how much he wanted Roman to teasingly grab his sides when they were going over his ideas. Or maybe Logan would tickle his tummy if he wasn’t paying attention to whatever fact he learned that day. Virgil could maybe walk in his room now and realise what he wanted and give him all the tickles he wanted right there and then!
Closing his eyes, Patton focused on the now rather than losing himself to all these different scenarios. Right now... he wanted more gentle and light tickles than the hard tickling of the gifs and writing. Just that gentle just barely there touch to trace around his... sides or maybe his tummy.
Feeling his face burn even brighter (if that was possible), he moved his hand to push his night top up near his ribs. That alone made giggles burst from him. His legs drummed again frantically before stilling completely. Wanting to focus entirely on what he was about to do, he raised his hand with a single finger pointing.
Now, he couldn’t tickle himself. Not really. At most he made himself kinda flinch. But the act alone could satiate the craving. Plus, the tingly tickles felt better when he forced some giggles like it was actually tickling him.
His finger touched down next to his belly button which he flinched wildly at despite knowing full well it was coming. He waited a single moment and then slowly used the pad of his finger and twirled and twisted around his tummy.
He revelled in the gasps and the small flinches when he circled round to the same sensitive spots, knowing full well he couldn’t linger there as it would stop tickling. Leaning his head back, he tried to picture who he would want to tickle him. But that was where he stopped.
Truthfully, he was very aware he could ask for tickles (or t-words) and most of his family would agree joyfully. But the biggest hurdle was how he looked. Normally, he never felt any shame for his bigger size. At the end of the day, it was better for hugs and Virgil made sure he knew how amazing it was to sleep on his tummy. Plus, he truly felt like he suited being a bigger size. It suited him to have a bigger face with chubby cheeks, and to be a more rounded figure. He loved his clothes and his clothes only fitted his bigger form! Lots of reasons to love his size.
But his bare belly always raised red flags for him. Insecurities latched on to that weakness and he couldn’t help but feel that unhealthy shame at the mere sight of it.
Patton felt like he would never have the confidence to have the tickle sessions that he dreamed of.
Shaking his head, he moved his hands to his sides. It was better to just focus on something else. Like his ticklish sides! By doing these little self tickles, he had found what technique he loved the most. He pressed his fingers together so his hand looked like a point. Once it reached his side, he slowly spread his fingers open. The slower the better. It tickled so much more than he could ever expect from self tickles!
In an ideal world, he’d do this until the craving slowly ebbed away fully. His attention would fade away from the movements of his finger and to how late it really was. But, he lived in an ordinary world. He froze when he heard someone’s slow measured footsteps up the stairs, he almost didn’t dare breath until he heard a door gently shut. There was no way he could fully indulge knowing someone would definitely hear. Smiling to himself, he snuggled further into the covers and settled in for the night. The craving wasn’t fully gone but it was satisfied for now. Maybe if he was lucky he would have a tickle dream?
Maybe he’d always feel to embarrassed to tell anyone about his love for tickling but would always spend the time to indulge on this. His little secret.
just heard someone say that fat and ugly aren’t feelings, so when you’re “feeling” fat and/or ugly, dive deeper and ask yourself what you’re really feeling.
Intoxicated with whispers of "almost, almost..." Never almost there. Tear at the covering, tread through fat to conceive one clear thought. Ache for taut skin, wince at wrinkled, creased layers to pluck apart. Heart palpations used to terrify me. Now, I can't recall when there was a steady beat.
