TMR Imagines and Preferences

Ugly Sweaters on Christmas

Thomas- Thomas had gone to a white elephant party the day of your family Christmas get-together, and he had received an abominable blue sweater that showed his lower stomach when he raised his arms. There was a large Christmas tree on the front but the ornaments were faded and the proportions are stretched out and uneven. You tease him about the fit of the sweater, but he has to wear it because the shirt he was planning on wearing ended up getting a coffee stain while he was getting ready. During the present-opening at the family gathering, he reaches up to grab a present and his entire torso shows, making the both of you blush before he winks and then leans over to give you a kiss.

Newt- His sweater is extremely oversized on his thin frame, and his arms drip with white fabric and pompoms. There are zigzag stripes in red, green, and blue across the chest, and there is a slight smell of aftershave, cologne, and mothballs throughout the sweater. When Newt first puts it on, he comes up behind you and hugs you around the waist while peppering your cheeks and neck with kisses. Later, when you go to the family dinner on Christmas Day, he insists on wearing it there, and all of your nieces and nephews spend the night playing with the pompoms and getting piggyback rides from Newt. He is more than happy to give them, and loves kids, so every time he picks up another kid, he comes by you, kisses you on the lips, and then whispers gently "Someday, this'll be ours."
Minho- Minho spent weeks picking out his perfect sweater for the annual Christmas party your friends threw. When he finally brought it home with pride, he waited until the night of the party to show it to you, but he could hardly wait. With an extremely excited voice, he yells out to you from the bathroom to close your eyes. "Tada!!" he yells, and you open your eyes to find a very proud Minho. He is wearing a red sweater with polar bears all over the front, and his face is covered in a white shaving cream beard. Minho practically bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for your verdict. With a smile and a chuckle, you walk over and hold both of Minho's hands. "It's perfect," you reply, and he lets out a relieved sigh. Minho leans in and slowly kisses you, moving his hands to hold your waist applying gentle pressure. Just as your mind begins to spin, you taste shaving cream, and realize that it is all over your face, smearing your makeup. The two of you spend the next half hour running around the house, trying to spray each other with shaving cream, before eventually Minho wins, taking another big kiss as his prize.
Gally- Gally's family was large and certainly not the quietest on Christmas Eve. His mother made him a sweater every year, and when Gally opened the box sitting next to you, he smiled while letting out a sigh that only you heard. When the family was done with gifts, Gally's mother insisted that all of her children put on their sweaters. Gally did not stand up, he simply sat and pretended he did not hear. "Gally. Gally!" you whispered under your breath. When you nudged him with your foot, he finally looked up from his wine glass. "Gally, put on the sweater!" He tried to look at you menacingly, but only managed to look like a constipated puppy dog. You groaned, and took his hand, pulling both him and the sweater into the office, shutting the door behind you. "Gally, put on the sweater! Your mother works so hard to knit one for each one of her children- the least you can do is wear it tonight." Gally still does not move to put the sweater on, so you begin to loosen his tie and then unbutton his shirt. You can feel the heat from Gally's eyes staring into your nimble fingers as they fly down his chest, leaving an open trail of warm skin. You look up to Gally, but he does not take initiative, so you take his short completely off and grab the sweater. "You only get something to put on if you promise to wear the sweater. You might also get a kiss because you look extremely handsome right now, but that depends." Gally stares straight into your eyes and takes the sweater, putting his arms through but not pulling it over his head. "Depends on what?" he asks deviously. "I guess you'll have to find out," you say back with an equally devious smirk. Gally yanks the bright yellow sweater over his head and spins you before dipping your body down and leaning into a passionately long kiss.