TMR Imagines and Preferences

Thomas Imagine

Thomas:

"You're going back for seconds Y/N?"

"Um yeah. Why?" You were really confused as to why it mattered how much you ate.

"You're getting a bit heavy. You sure you wanna add to it?" He smiled.

"Oh..." Your smile dropped and you placed your bowl back on the table. You turned and walked to your room, slamming the door closed, once you had stepped in. You went up to the mirror Alby had given you. You looked at your thighs, you pulled at your stomach, and you moved your arms. "They're all too big!" You screamed, tears flowing down your face. 'I'm not eating until I lose all this fat,' you mentally decided.

That evening Frypan had made pasta. You sat at your usual table, playing with your food. Not a single noodle had come near your mouth.

"You okay Y/N?" Minho raised his eyebrow at you.

"Of course," you faked smiled. Everyone at the table now had their eyes trained on you. Staring you down, waiting for you to crack. "I'm really tired. I'm just gonna go to sleep. Night guys," you waved to them and basically ran back to your room.

As you were getting ready to get under the thin blanket on your bed there was a knock at the door. When you grumpily opened it you came face to face with Thomas.

"What Thomas?"

"Why didn't you eat your dinner tonight? I saw you playing with it. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just getting a little heavy. Wouldn't want to add to it, right?" You threw his words right back in his face.

"What are you-" It had hit him, "Y/N no. I was kidding. I didn't know it would make you do this."

"Yeah well it doesn't matter. I'm gonna lose this weight and if I have to starve then so be it."

"No you're not! You're perfect! I was being an idiot! I'm so sorry! Please let me show you how perfect you are."

"Thomas I'm-"

"Please?" Without warning he came up to you and placed his lips on yours. Gently cradling your face in his hands and kissing you sweetly but passionately.

"You." Kiss. "Are." Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Perfect." Kiss. "I love your stomach," he placed a kiss on it. "I love your thighs," he placed a kiss on both of them. "I love your arms," and he kissed them. "And I love you," he rested his forehead on yours."

You smiled, "I love you too."

"Let's go get you some pasta. I know your starving."

You nodded. He laughed and kissed your nose, leading you to the door.

AN: I'm thinking of making this a mini thing, like 'he makes you feel bad' but in imagine form. Are ya'll cool with that or? Also who should be next? Leave comments or message me! Okay bye boos