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Over Dramatic l Tom Holland

Summary: Pregnant reader gets a little over dramatic when things don’t go her own way when making a special meal Tom and her’s anniversary dinner.

Warning: Like…a few swear words

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot


A/N: This is my first Tom Holland imagine so just excuse the horrible writing and all.

Originally posted by parkery

Today marked Tom and Y/N’s five year anniversary and Y/N wanted to do something special for her husband and father to her future child. She stare down at the instructions in her cook book and followed them step by step. She had never been too good at cooking.

Between Tom filming in Atlanta for Infinity War and him finishing up the press tour for Spiderman: Homecoming, Y/N rarely ever got to see him. But alas, he promised he would be home for their special five year anniversary.

The thought of being able to be with Tom in just a few hours, excited Y/N. She wanted everything to be perfect for his arrival. She called Harrison, Tom’s best mate, and asked him to pick up Tom from the airport while she prepared everything back home. She set up a nice candle lit dinner and was planning on making his favorite dish.

“Add…one cup of oil,” Y/N read from the book, glancing between the book and the dish. She followed the instructions precisely and when she was done, she carefully put the casserole dish into the oven and set a time.

She wiped her hands clean on her apron, her hands brushing over the small baby bump. She made her way into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. Y/N glanced at the clock and made a mental note in her head that the dish needed to be ready before seven.

She had been running all over town today, picking up the ingredients for the dinner and the decorations. So it was no surprise that she fell asleep instantly. She was not awoken by the sound of the oven timer going off, but by the smell of smoke. 

Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she sat up immediately. “Oh shit,” she raced into the kitchen, now seeing the smoke leaking from the oven. She opened the oven and the kitchen was quickly over taken in smoke. With mittens on both hands, she reached inside and grabbed the dish, pulling it out and threw it on top of their stove. “Shit,” she cursed to herself, now staring at the burnt meal.

She kicked the oven door and immediately regretted it. She clutched her foot in pain as she felt tears cloud her vision. Then she remembered:

“The pudding!” She raced over to the refrigerator and threw the door open. She scrunched her nose in disgust before reaching in and pulling out the so called ‘vanilla pudding.’

She had been craving it recently and asked her mother for the recipe. When making it though, it was suppose to turn solid. And now here it lay, liquidized in her sink.

“Shit, Tom’s gonna kill me,” she muttered before pouring the pudding down the drain. As if things couldn’t get any worse, she heard the sound of glass shattering from the dinning room.

She raced over into the dinning room and gazed at the catastrophe in front of her. Tessa, Tom’s dog, held the corner of the table cloth in her mouth and was slowly pulling it backwards, resulting in the dishes sliding off the table and onto the floor.

“Tessa. Stop,” she begged. When she took a step forward, Tessa bolted, dragging the entire setting with her. The sound of all of Y/N’s dishes, crashing to the floor. “No,” she choked back a sob.

She made her way back to the kitchen and opened the wine cabinet. Just her luck, it was empty. Tom had advised her not to drink anything while pregnant, saying it could ‘hurt the baby.’ But now she was desperate. Nothing had gone her way and Tom would be home in a few minutes.

Y/N lean against the countertop and let herself sink to the floor. She hugged her knees and cried to herself. She didn’t even hear the sound of their apartment door opening nor the sound of Tom calling for her.

When Tom walked into the kitchen, he saw his loving wife in a different position on the floor. She lay on her back, against the cool tiles. Her arms and legs spread out as she cried loudly.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” She kicked she right foot slightly in a fit. “Come on, love. Use your words.”

“N-Nothing w-went as planned tonight,” she cried.

“What do you mean by that, love?”

“I was g-going to cook y-your favorite meal but instead, I burnt it,” Tom stepped over her leg and passed the doorway. He went over to stand near her head and he just so happened to look into the sink. 

“What’s this junk in the sink?” When hearing the nickname for her food, she cried even louder.

“It was suppose to be pudding,” Tom raising his eyebrows at her. She brought her hands up and covered her face with them. “I’m such a failure. I wanted tonight to be special and instead, I ruined it.”

Tom knelt down and cupped her tear stained cheek. “Hey, now. Don’t think negative. I’m sure we have something else in this house that we can eat.”

“B-But I wanted for you to h-have a good home cooked m-meal for once. You’ve been working so hard recently. You deserved this and I screwed it up. I am suppose to be a good h-housewife. I am suppose to cook for you. I’m suppose to take care of you,” she sobbed, gazing up into his big brown eyes.

“Well, darling. Nobody’s perfect,” he said, shaking his head. “And you do take care of me, more than you think.”


“Well…you keep me going every day you’re not with me. You take care of my parents and brothers for me when I am not around. You,” he gently placed his hand on top of her stomach. “You’re taking care of our child. You’re carrying life!”

Y/N let out a small laugh and sniffed up her tears. Tom brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and continued:

“You are the most amazing, talented, and most beautiful woman I have ever met. I owe you everything,” he praised. He laced his arm around her shoulder and pulled her up into a sitting position.

Tom leaned back against the cupboards and pulled Y/N into his lap. Her forehead tucked into the crook of his neck and her legs draped over his. He rubbed her back with one hand and cradled her thigh in the other. He turned his head and pressed a gently kiss to her head.

“I love you so much. You literally have no idea,” he smiled. Y/N giggled slightly and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck, placing a kiss at the base of his neck.

“I love you too.”

“Happy Anniversary, love.”

Imagine G-Eazy

Imagine cooking with Gerald(I can!!)

You turn on the stove and watch the blue blaze appear within seconds. First time you been able to cook a meal for weeks. You sit the pot of water on the stove and begin to drop eggs in it. Your pretty sure he would like four of them. You make your way over to fridge and look up. Of course the bread is sitting on the top. You stand on your tip toes and try to reach for it. Sadly your height isn’t really an advantage right now. You suddenly feel someone’s hands grab your waist and lift you up. You smile and quickly reach for the bread before they sit you down.
“THANK YOU”, you sing turning to Gerald. He smiles and spins you in a little circle.
“No problem short stuff”, he says and bites his lip.
“Do you wanna help with breakfast”, you ask dangling the loaf of bread between your fingers.
“Actually you see making breakfast isn’t really my thing-” You place your finger on his lips and replace it with a kiss. You run your hand down his chest and stop above his waist. Second later you pull away.
“What were you saying”, you whisper.
“That I am actually going to help you make breakfast. You know girl.” You laugh and sit the bread on the counter.
“You can start with the toast”, you say. He rubs his hands together and winks at you.
“What do I do now?” You sigh and take out a glass pan.
“Right…. thanks bae.” You shake your head and start on the bacon. You grab the olive oil and pour a little into the pan. It begins to sizzle and that when you drop two pieces of bacon in the it. The oven door closes with a loud bang and you jump.
“Shit”, you yell.
“Baby chill. It’s just the oven door. Slipped from my fingers”, Gerald explains.


peter pan modern au: the crocodile & the pirates

a huntress and her dangerous prey

“there are a lot of ‘em,” slightly says, of the kidnappers. “at least,” — he pauses, thinking — “ten.”

smee, alf, starkey, cookson, bill…” nibs reels off, keeping count on his fingers.

curly cuts in: “cecco, mullins, chay — and…”

hook,” say all three, their voices harmonising ominously. 

“try to keep on their good side, if you can,” slightly advises wendy. “’specially smee. he’s the worst.” his hand drifts to his shoulder, fingers probing at an injury hidden beneath his t-shirt.

instinctively wendy looks up at the house. a shadow flickers in one of the windows: the elusive hook?

“he rarely leaves his room, these days,” pan says, following wendy’s gaze. “it’s crocodile - he thinks she’s tracked him down at long last.”

“what do you think?”

“i think that if a woman chopped my hand off, i’d still be wary, ten years later.”

g o t 7 : cooking

you can find the start of my master list here :)

warnings: -
words: only 342 lol

제이비 J A E B U M
- avoids cooking at all costs
- always impatient with how long every step takes
- never really cooks anything properly
- will give his masterpiece to his hyungs

마크 M A R K
- confused as to why he owns a chef hat
- also owns a cookbook for children
- doesn’t have the right ingredients so he’ll practically use anything
- creates so many dirty dishes but will make the maknae clean up
- amazed at himself when he manages to put instant noodles in the pan successfully

잭슨 J A C K S O N
- would weigh out all the ingredients before starting
- everything is oRGANIC
- will use chopsticks as drumsticks whilst the food is cooking
- does cooking like his mom said so “why? because my mom said so”
cannot handle spice

진영 J I N Y O U N G
- knows what he’s doing
- will still ring him mom though for everything
- somehow uses all the pans, dishes and cutlery in the kitchen
- lets the other members try the food first just in case it’s inedible

영재 Y O U N G J A E
- sings about all the ingredients
- eats the food before he’s finished
- will make faces out of the food
- confused by all the kitchen utensils so only uses chopsticks (he’s used scissors before xD)

뱀뱀 B A M B A M
- wears the most outrageous apron to cover his designer clothes
- somehow food still ends up on his clothes
- the type of person who’d get egg shell in the mixture and leave it yanno
- he’s a king of presentation (have you seen him pipe?)

유겸 Y U G Y E O M
- “cooking? eaassssyyyyy
- uses the microwave for his culinary skills
- never prepares ready meals properly even though he actually reads the instructions
- will dance his way around the kitchen just because he’s a dance king

ID #47464

Name: Clara
Age: 22
Country: France

Hi there… I am Clara, a french cinical psychology student of 22 years old. I am currently in graduate school and I live in the east of France, in a really cozy village.
I am looking from penpals friend all around the world! I like to exchange about any thing, telling about my life, what is happening and all that. I am also really into craft, papers stuff and stickers, so I usually make my letters pretty full of stuff ( and I like to write a lot as well ). I speak english and french fluently.
My main interests ( among many ! ) are travelling, reading ( thrillers, mangas, novels… ), music ( basically heavy music but I can go as far as flamenco ), crafting, TV Shows ( so much to tell OO ), and of course e-a-t-i-n-g ( and cooking ).
I also adore cats too much….

Preferences: I don’t have any prefences !

anonymous asked:

hi! i saw your answered post about being agender bc you seem to have misunderstood some things! first of all masculine and feminine are not genders! e.g my dad loves cooking and shopping which are considered feminine, but he is completely male. masc. and femm. are just attributes of genders. second, you dont feel anything about gender unless youre transgender! then you feel sex dysphoria. cis people dont feel male or female, they just feel alright. ur most likely a gender non conforming cisgirl.

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(thank you everyone for sending positive messages too)