Tom Kaulitz Imagines and reactions ✧

New beginnings ꕥ

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You and Tom have recently moved into a new apartment and you and Tom have decided to make tacos together "love should I cut the vegetables or do you want to do it?" he says kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around your waist as your washing your hands.

"Hmm I would prefer if you do the meat baby" you say as you giggle when you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

"Okay, I'll handle the meat," he says, chuckling softly as he takes the bag of ground beef from the fridge. He sets it on the counter and begins to season it with a blend of spices, humming to himself as he works. His movements are fluid and precise, a testament to his years of experience in the kitchen. Meanwhile, you wash and chop the vegetables for the taco salad, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you as you share this simple yet special moment with your husband. The aroma of the seasoning wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh herbs and spices, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere in your new home.

As you're cutting the vegetables you turn to look at Tom fiddling with the stove as you cut your finger and yelp in pain "aw!" Tom is immediately by your side asking if you're okay and what happened.

"Oh my gosh,, are you okay?" Tom asks, his eyes wide with concern as he sees the small cut on your finger. He quickly grabs a paper towel and runs it under cold water, then gently presses it against the cut to stop the bleeding. "I'm so sorry, I should have been paying more attention," he says, his voice filled with remorse. "It's just a little cut, love," you reassure him, trying to calm him down. "It's fine, really. Just let me finish chopping these vegetables and we can continue with the tacos." You smile at him, hoping to ease his worries. As you work together to finish preparing the meal, you can't help but feel grateful for Tom's thoughtfulness and care, even in the smallest of moments.

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