#Tokio hotel magazine

[itzmaztercom]

NEW MAGAZINE FOR MY COLLECTION !!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Sad there not the magazine but i have the card tho

[just-a-girl-07]

he had 'em all in a chokehold with this picture ♡

[tokioxhotel]

Bill Kaulitz Mannschaft Magazine

[frangiipanii]

think im hyperventilating

[starrykirsche]

Tom Kaulitz translated magazine(?) page!! 丰

Keep in mind I didn’t make any of these translations, and German won’t always translate perfectly to english!! ૮(๑'ꇴ'๑)ა

deine, kirsche. ✮

[vodkababy]

video recordings 🍨🎭 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

tom kaulitz x fem! reader

fluff? i seriously do not KNOW what kind this is tbh

age pairing : 15-16

warnings : none

i could never express any kind of feelings towards people. it just didn't seem like someone who i was.

she grabbed her camcorder from her 11th birthday, placed it down the table by her bed and fixed her hair. she always recorded herself during every one of her birthdays, this is the 5th time she's done it.

“my name is _______, it’s 2005 now, so i’m currently 16. uh-“ she rambled. hearing the door creak open.

“hello?” a voice called. it was tom, one of her best friends.

best friends who have unsaid feelings about each other.

“oh, it’s you.” she looked up at him and smiled.

when you two met, tom was in a band, tokio hotel. you were quite surprised to be friends with a rocker.

being friends with someone like tom was like a job. he was spontaneous, he was the right amount of sugar and spice. he wasn’t always nice. sure, he was like one of those slacking teenagers who were always on the couch, but he was a serious person.

he was never the one to be sarcastic to you - but to be genuine with you. it was shocking to you, as he was a playboy after all. he grew up on an addiction to porn, magazines of naked women and the thought of sex made him smile mischievously.

she was a reserved girl. a quiet girl, a soft spoken girl, who dressed up like it was always winter. she never usually showed a lot of skin, as they would call her; “a girl with decency”. secretly, she would go to clubs without the permission of her mother - dressed in all sorts of tiny clothes, ones that her parents would probably never think of her to have.

tom would never call her a “hoe”. to him, she was like an angel. she was precious, like a doll. she was that one piece of innocence in his life.

“are you recording?” tom asked. walking to her bed, and plopping down next to the girl.

“what do you think?” she says, rolling her eyes playfully.

he scooted closer to her, their arms touching. positioning the camera over on their faces.

“i never would have thought of you to be a vlogger.” he chuckles. looking into her eyes once deeply. “you’re pretty. you’re like an angel.”

he takes her features in. her cat-like eyes, her long lashes, her slightly flushed pink cheeks and her lips. he stares at her lips for a second - immediately flashing his eyes back into her eyes again.

her gaze on him softens, her face going pink. all of a sudden, in his eyes, she looks like an angel. the yellowish light from her old lamp reflecting onto her face. the slight glitter on her eye lids shining, her lips glossy.

“you know that, right?”

“know what?”

“that you’re beautiful.” he says, tucking a piece of hair into her ear. they both don’t say anything. without warning they both close the gap in between them. his hands on her hips, digging into her skin. her arms on his neck.

they go on about this for about 15 minutes, his lips starting to trail down from her lips to her jaw.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ time flies by to 2006.

y/n was sat on her beside diana, one of her friends who came over to hang out. diana couldn’t help but be curious about the camcorder that was placed on the shelves of her bedroom.

“what’s this?” diana said, picking it up.

“it’s my camcorder. you can check if you want.” y/n answers nonchalantly.

diana checks the videos on y/n’s camcorder, one video particularly catching her eye. it was tom and y/n’s video, making out. y/n hears the video playing, and immediately couldn’t wrap the sounds that were familiar on her finger.

“what video’s playing?”

“you and some boy making out.”

shit.

[justash02]

Womanizer; 06

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:>

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

Master list

Taglist<3

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"I could be a better boyfriend then him."

Tom's POV;

Her lips, her eyes, the way her soft skin felt against my hands... everything about her makes me go crazy.

I've never felt this way before, is this what others mean when they say that they are in love? When I first met her my intention was just to get her in bed.

Because even though I didn't feel like this at first I definitely felt some strong attraction to the girl. But not like this. Not like after I felt how well our lips fitted together.

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Y/n's POV

"Ready to go babes?" Clair asked standing in the doorway looking at me working my magic with some makeup. She didn't say anything and went over to sit on Adams bed.

Ray had worked his magic and got us on one of the hottest guest lists at the moment.

"Adams been weird lately, don't you think?" She asked caressing the well made bed, I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Day in day out the only thing that has been on my mind is Tom.

Magazines have been full of speculation on our relationship, fans on the other hand thought I was Tom's play thing for a while before he got bored of me and went over to next girl.

"Yeah." I said, trying to ignore the burning pain in my ribcage. "But if he wants to be a dick that's his problem." I said trying to keep that mind set.

In reality, it did hurt. Adam and I have known each other for a few years and in that time we've gotten close but lately he spend more and more time away from the house and only comes when it's absolutely.

"I think he's slacking." Clair said, studying my face to find some sort of agreement from me, and she found it.

If me kissing a boy for a music video does this much to him maybe he shouldn't be our leader.

"I think he has feelings for you." She stated, i stood still for a second before closing my lip tint and turned around to look at her.

"Doesn't give him the right to neglect his work, nor ours." 

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When we arrived at the party we found out it was being held at an gigantic villa, Ben pulled up at the parking space with his Blue Opel Corsa and let us get out.

Clair went over to my door and let me out while I was looking in my bag for my phone, I smiled at her affectionately before grabbing her hand she as holding out and quickly got to my feet.

It didn't take me long to realize that Adam was pulling Ben away with him, rushing inside, probably to not have to talk to me.

He hasn't really talked to me for a last few days and honestly I'm so over his bullshit.

I held out my arm for Clair and she gladly took it, tonight was about the band and making a good appearance, not about Adam and his childish ways.

We soon got inside and the music was blasting loudly over the speakers, people were making out here and there, some were even doing drugs.

"Yo, this is extremely illegal." Clair yelled over the loud music, "Yeah, they probably got it from the Netherlands." I yelled back.

She just nodded and looked around the small part of this gigantic house and spotted all to familiar people.

"Oh good! It's tokio hotel!" She yelled pulling me with her over to the boys, I smacked into a few people but Clair didn't care and kept pulling me with her.

Soon we reached the boys, "Y/n! Clair!" Gustav yelled as he was the first to notice us, walking over to us pulling us in a quick hug, bill quickly looked up at me and walked over to me to give me a long hug.

"How's my best girl?" He asked gently rocking us back and forth, the nickname made me blush a bit but I didn't care.

"I'm really hungry." I said groaning making him laugh, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder before telling me he knew the people hosting this party so he could fix something for me.

Clair was already sitting down with Gustav and Georg so I asked if she would mind if we got some food really quick and she didn't mind.

"Call me if something's wrong ok?" She smiled and nodded before shooing us away, we bursted into laughing before Bill pulled me over to the kitchen.

Soon we got there and the kitchen was bigger then our whole living room, my jaw dropped a bit before studying the room we were in.

"What are you craving?" Bill asked opening up some doors. I walked over to him, pulling his arm up to go under it because damn this dudes tall asf.

He instinctively rested his arm around my shoulder letting me look, "This looks good!" I said grabbing one of the many pizza boxes on the counter opening them up.

I opened it up and it were my favorite toppings so obviously I grabbed a slice from that. "Toms been acting weird lately." He suddenly said.

"Oh?" I questioned looking back at him with a bite of pizza in my mouth, "I don't know, he hasn't had girls over at all lately. It's weird for him."

"Why do you think that is?" I asked, he shrugged before grabbing one of the red cups that were on the counter, "Maybe he has feelings for you."

"Ha, funny joke." I said before bitting into the pizza once more, tasting the greasy goodness. "I'm not joking! Call it twin instinct if you will. I'm calling that he's obsessing over you." He said poring himself a drink.

"Don't get my hopes up." I practically begged as went over to stand next to him, "He would be an idiot if he wouldn't be." He smiled, wrapping an arm around me once again. "Besides i know you like him back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I laughed nervously making him scoff at me, "It's completely obvious! The way you guys were kissing?" He suggested.

"Fine! I might like him a bit, but I highly doubt he would like me back." I said, leaning into his side.

His scent filled my nose calming me down, he ran his fingers through my hair, "You deserve someone who takes good care of you." He mumbled before gently kissing my forehead.

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Taglist; @oh-kurva @ajaxisbae @thatoneweirdweebsimp @erensslutt @mycherry-melody

[sellingsecrets]

Happy 35th birthday, Bill and Tom!

Capturing the twins' year in 10 photos was almost impossible, but (in no particular order):

📸 F.A.Z.-Magazin cover ⚽️ | 📺 "That's My Jam" Best Entertainment Show award 🏆 | 🎙️ "Kaulitz Hills" live podcast shows 🍸 | 🎤 #TeamToll on "The Voice of Germany" 🥇 | 🍿 "Kaulitz & Kaulitz" season 1 🌴 | 🍔 Kaulitz Menü at McDonald's Deutschland 🍟 | 🍺 Oktoberfest 🎡 | 🎶 Tokio Hotel festival shows ��� | ⚽️ FC Bayern matches 🏟️ | 🥚 Heidiween 🦄

[xxtokiohotelangelxx]

*.° Tokio Hotel vintage magazine posters

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[itzmaztercom]

I want that magazine so bad.

[meryldian]

⭑Growing up with TOKIO HOTEL pt.3 ⭑

AN .°˖✧: It feels so good to be back writing!! I know I said I would have more time to work on my blog but unfortunately, this summer’s proven to be more busy with work than I anticipated. I hope you guys are still as invested in this little series as I am!! We’re finally getting to the band’s big breakthrough moment.°˖✧

This part may potentially feel slow and not very crucial but! It marks the transition between being a teen band that played at the local club into being blasted into stardom, so I suggest reading it through with just as much love and care :)

Before you read ~ Disclaimers .°˖✧

- The reader is established as songwriter/rythmic guitar/backup vocalist but! The role is barely mentioned so you should be able to imagine her as you please.

- I said “her” because in this series, the reader is female. This is merely for plot reasons as it is very interesting to touch upon the reality of being the only female member in a “boyband”

- As usual, this is heavily based off Bill’s autobiography “Career Suicide” (as well as stories told from the guys themselves in interviews, Kaulitz Hills, q&a’s, et cetera) so expect heavy themes to be touched upon.

- Now that we’re getting into the main story, I must address that this series will be strictly platonic. For romantic interactions between the reader as 5th member and the band there will be separate posts. This is so I can allow you to imagine your own story based off my headcanons without imposing you a relationship.

WARNINGS: Underage drinking, underage smoking, mentions of depression, panic attacks, mature language, sexual themes addressed (non-explicit), “weirdos” (sadly, it’s the reality of the music industry).

Happy reading ~

We left this at what you really had gone to Hamburg for, making music.

Working with David Jost was like a treat. He taught you how to write an ear catching hook, the importance of a strong chorus, how to incorporate a bridge. He was like your music fairy godmother, and you loved it.

On Bill’s side, he grew impatient easily. He just wanted to put his thoughts on paper and sing. He wanted to instantly feel the bass shaking, the sound of the drums and shredding of the guitar.

Tom was rather interested by the production process of making a song. Back then, he didn’t know that little interest would grow into his biggest passion.

You spent days on end locked in a studio, conditionning your songs, coming up with new ones. Having gummy worm fights with Tom and reading shitty magazines with Gustav.

Nights on end destroying your fingers while coming up with new riffs and of course, attempting the riffs your producers shoved at you.

It was definitely a slap in the face to realize that as an artist you couldn’t just write everything yourself. You had a greedy company behind your back that looked for money rather than creativity. And well, as young kids you really had no idea how to actually produce music.

The amount of flat no’s you got to your face when sharing your ideas was insufferable and it made your blood boil.

Georg is the person you’d usually go to. He always listened to you rant and would join your anger in order to have you release it all.

I realized that I refered to both you and Gustav as the glues holding the band together so; let’s look at it this way: you’re the glue making you guys stick together and Gus is the scotch tape that makes you five inseparable.

So, back to the studio, back to writing, back to composing.

Overtime your endless sessions over the summer payed off and delivered the gem that we know now as your debut album. “SCHREI”

Picking the lead single proved to be a hard task, til someone’s girlfriend saw the potential of “Durch den monsun”

David Jost had once spotted the words “Hinter die welt” (beyond the world) on one of Bill’s songwriting notebooks that he shared with you and he was fascinated that such young kids could write such melancholic things.

With an album ready and a single to be released, it was time for the real action

You had a free week prior to the music video shooting. Bill and you took advantage of this to grab your allowance and start ofd by going to the hair salon and perfecting your hairdos. A little trim for him and anything you needed on your cute head.

You were supposed to have a gaming sleepover with Gustav to beat Devil May Cry 3 on your dusty PlayStation 2 and rock out on guitar hero, but your excitement for the music video shoot was so big that you spent all night brainstorming about how your life as stars would be.

Your manager took you guys shopping! The budget did not allow a new outfit for each and one of you but you all at least got a new item.

Cool jeans for Gustav, a new hat for Tom, a punky t-shirt for Georg, an item of your choice and the iconic leather jacket Bill wears in both Monsoon music videos.

A week of rest really flies by, and now the day of the video shoot arrived. You guys were newbies and being completely honest, the label didn’t quite believe in you yet.

Your budget was low and crew not the most promising. Most of these people were new ad had never worked on a project of the kind before.

Funnily enough, many of the people that started working with you guys from the very beginning would be the ones to stick with you through thick and thin and create your little tour family.

At least there was an idea. It was ambitious to film it all in one day and you five knew, but the producers kept reassuring you that most of the work would be done in post-production.

Your day started at 4:30 am when your alarm rang, not a soul up, not even the sun.

It didn’t take you long to get ready, as you’d be dolled up for the camera on set. You did your morning routine, packed your essentials, your outfit, and barely got time to eat before you had to get on the sleek black van that picked you up at 5:15 flat.

The boys were already all inside in exception of Georg, whom you’d go fetch right away.

You would’ve expected the ride to be chatty with excitement but you were all surprisingly calm, the nerves were starting to kick in.

The uncomfortably familiar fear of what’s to come, thinking of every single worst case scenario, what if you sucked, what if people hated you, what if your debut was a flop.

You tried to ignore the bad thoughts by drifting off on Gustav’s shoulder til you reached your first location.

A very public lake, where some families swam freely and unaware that a music video would be shot on their layback spot.

It was disappointing to you guys, particularly to Bill who dreamed of a tremendous production, but you would have to do with it.

David just gave him a pat on the back, it couldn’t be thaaattt bad.

When arriving on set you were given a tiny taste of what the rockstar life would be like.

Catering set up a table of, cheap, yet varied snacks for you to munch on. Makeup and hair station was installed in the back of the van and out of a truck rolled many cameras and new equipment you’d never seen before.

You could see Georg, with his newly permanently slicked hair, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Of course the first one to get ready and start shooting was Bill. Once he started his first scenes the makeup crew took care of the rest of you.

As annoying as it may be to accept, the label wanted you to look as pretty and dolled up as possible. Having a female member in the band was a bet they were willing to take and if their gambling went well, you’d become the cashcow real well.

Extensions were put in your hair, mascara and eyeliner adorned your eyes and a sticky pink gloss glazed your lips. Nothing too extravagant yet appealing enough. You still had to look like a rock chick after all. The delicacy of your look adorned with how punky your outfit probably was made the perfect balance the label was looking for.

The boys probably made fun of you but, they never meant wrong.

You munched on sandwiches and played on your old Nokia as you waited for your turn to take photos and record your scenes.

It’d been quite amusing to see Bill upside down on a weird pole structure to then dunk his head in a dirty fish-tank.

Certainly fabulous.

Suddenly you’re up on a metal platform above water, playing your unplugged guitar and getting drenched by icy water raining down on you.

You played it off (literally) and in one take you were done with your first few scenes. No cuts and no chance to do it again. You had to save time so, if you looked like crap it was your problem.

Nowadays you probably cringe at some of your facial expressions and missed notes on the clip.

Quickly enough some of the guys helped you get down from the platform back onto solid ground and one of the makeup artists wraps you in a towel.

Now, you sit all wet while watching the boys repeat the same steps as you. As a girl tries her best to dry your damp hair before attacking it with a flat iron. Who has time to think of heat damage when you have another outfit to get in and more scenes to film.

The day went on smoothly, but the recording certainly felt rushed. By the end of the day you were left with a feeling of doubt.

The big day arrived.

August 15th, the day “Durch den Monsun” would drop.

You met with the twins at their house and the little family consisting of Bill, Tom, their mom & step-dad and dog Scotty! + you, whom they took in like if you were one of them.

Gordon, Bill and Tom’s step dad set their vhs recorder ready, just in case the music video would never be aired again, you wanted the memory.

The ad break ends and VIVA (German music channel) announces the debut single of Universal’s newest band.

Tokio Hotel with Durch Den Monsun

Somewhen in betwen the start of your journey with record labels the name Devilish was left behind and you guys adopted the new and stylish Tokio Hotel. But that’s a story for another day.

The wind blows a candle and Bill’s face in slow motion was shown on screen.

You could not contain your excitement! Bill and you held hands and shook them in the air as you watched the product of one long stressful day.

Your future self sees the video and points out the numerous flaws and low quality but back then it was so cool to you. You thought you were on top of the world

Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

Tom didn’t speak much. He simply watched in awe, a smile of admiration and pride forming on his fine lips.

Later that day, you’d gather up with the rest of the band, David Jost and some crew members to celebrate your debut with cheap gas station champagne and ham and cheese bites the twins’s mom prepared.

You didn’t have much yet, but you’d just made a big step.

In the coming weeks you would see the immediate effects of monsun, were you ready? Who knew. What was undeniable was the immediate success that would follow.

AN: AAAAAA I kinda hate this ⋆｡ﾟﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ It was needed to include some of the process for your debut though! Take it as the calm before the storm I guess! Next part will take on the effects of your quick rise to fame on your everyday life and relationships. It will definitely dig more into your link with the boys, as this part barely had any interactions :(

As usual, take care, remember to eat and sleep!!

Love, Meryl <3

[tokioxhotel]

Bill Kaulitz Mannschaft Magazine

[hangeuda]

Hello darling, could you please write something about Bill!2008 x reader, who is also in the band, and like a fashion icon and also super confident ? (Maybe the plot could take place during an interview or even a Tokio hotel TV episode idk ) Have a nice day ! ;)

Ofc luv, I'll try my best 😚

Bill!2008 x reader

Readers POV

As we entered the small room me and the boys took our seats, getting ready for our interview.

The camera started and the show host walked in. "Hello everyone! Today we have the lovely, Tokio Hotel!" She smiled at us and waved.

After we introduced ourselves, she started with the questions. She began with me. "So, miss ____, how is being in a band and being a fashion icon at the same time? Is it fun?" She looked up at me and smiled as she spoke.

I smiled softly at her and nodded. "Yes! It is so much fun, I actually love what I do. Although it can be a lot of work, I always have support from Bill, the band, and plus my beautiful fans. " I smiled confidently as I answered her.

Bills POV

After many questions to me, ____, and the band. She turned to ____ once again.

"Well, your new magazine has come out... Do you like the pictures and outfits that are featured?" She looked at ____, waiting for an answer.

____ smiles before answering. "Yes, I think my photos came out perfectly. I think I look amazing. Plus, the outfits? They're all gorgeous!"

I smiled over at her, admiring her as she spoke. "I agree. You looked amazing, my love." She looked over smiling at me. I love her smile.

No one's POV

The interviewer smiled at the band. "Ok, final question. This one is for Bill and ____. With everything going on with you guys jobs, how do you find time to still go on dates and such?"

Bill spoke up, taking ____'s hand in his. "Well, when we do have free time we try to find something fun for us to do. It really can be anything we have fun no matter what."

____ spoke after him. "Usually, we hang out when we're finished with work, he does tag along to my fashion shows though. So we have that time and of course, night time." ____ smiled at Bill as he blushed slightly.

The interviewer laughs and nods. "That sounds amazing. Thank you so much for joining us! Goodbye everyone!" She blew the camera a kiss before the show ended.

Readers POV

After we walked out, we got into our bus. I could feel someones eyes on me all the way to the bus.

I looked over to see Bill staring at me as we were all in our spots on the bus. I laugh and look at him. "What are you looking at, baby?"

He smiles at me. "My beautiful girlfriend..."

I kiss his cheek and lean on his shoulder as we head back to the hotel, talking to the rest of the band.

That was actually shit. Wtf. I'm so sorry pookie. I'll write a better one soon 😔🫶🏻 I just didn't know exactly what you wanted 😭

[starrykirsche]

oh my gosh your writing is so insanely good i dont understand how its gives me sm butterflies bro

could you mayhaps do a tom x fem!reader one again and they’re in like rival bands

maybe not necessarily rival bands but there’s like a lot of tensions between the members of each band and they’re kinda known for disliking each other but then like they get drunk one night and tom and r are alone and boom yk idk how to describe it im so sorry

thank youuu 💗💗

-💿

ugh ty 💿 anon, you’re basically keeping my motivation afloat rn. you’re requests are always so fun to dooo

sorry this fic has been like weeks in the making, i've been really busy :(

Make Friends, Make Lovers

Tom Kaulitz band v. band fic

You are the guitarist of the famous German girl group "Engelsoase". With three other girls by your side, you've enchanted the nations with your music. The only catch is, you're not the only stars to come out of the humble roots of small town Germany. A band of combating popularity stands eye to eye with the four of you. They call themselves "Tokio Hotel".

Truthfully, none of you have ever met face to face. All of the tension between the two bands is mostly for publicity. The fans eat up every jab that's thrown between the two bands. Though, watching cute boys, that in any other situation would be your peers, poking fun at you and your best friends has made you distain the rivaling band in a way that's much more real. You'll often find yourself ranting to your bassist, Nadine, about how everything your band does nowadays has to be somehow related to this "Tokio Hotel".

"Listen, if you have such a problem with it, why don't you just ask Kim to do something about it?" Nadine says as she sets down her magazine.

You roll your eyes, "What would Kimmy do about it? Other than lecture me."

"Honestly," Nadine stretches her arms above her head, "I don't really care."

You groan and heave yourself off of the couch, "Fine," Snatching the magazine away from Nadine, "But I'm taking this with me."

Cautiously, you walk into Kim's room, where she's watching the television with your drummer Ines. You stand at the doorway for a minute before you sigh. "Kimmy? Can I talk to you for a sec'?" You ask. Almost in unison, Kim and Ines turn their heads to look at you.

"Sure thing," Kim turns to look at Ines, who's already begrudgingly getting off the bed. The small girl pats your shoulder as she leaves. "What's up?" Kim asks as she pauses the TV and turns to look at you. You shuffle into the room and sigh.

"Listen," You sigh as you fidget with the magazine you took from Nadine moments earlier, "This Tokio Hotel rivalry thing is getting so old. I don't know how much longer I can just be okay with being a boy band's duff." Looking at her, expecting her to be annoyed by your confession, only to find she's.. not. At all. Actually, she has a small smirk creeping up her face. You speak up, having noticed her mischievous demeanor, "What? Why are you smiling?"

"Oh, no reason." She says, turning back to the TV, "I don't think you'll have to worry about that 'Tokio Hotel rivalry thing' much more." And with that, you leave her room in confusion.

For the next week, it was radio silent about Tokio Hotel or anything of the sort.

But, that Saturday, getting lunch with the rest of your band, Kim dropped the bomb.

Swallowing down another bite of wurst, she clears her throat and speaks up, "So, girls, I'm going to be taking us to Berlin this afternoon." The questions spring out at an instant. 'Why?', 'Where are we going?', 'Do we need anything?'. But you stay silent, because Kim is smiling at you in specific.

She shushes Nadine and Ines and smiles devilishly, "This has been in the books for weeks, and everything is well coordinated." Kim beats around the bush, but you have a hunch. A hunch that you hope so dearly isn't true...

The car ride to Berlin is a quiet one. You sit in the back seat, with your arms crossed. Nadine sits beside you with her headphones on, Ines in the passenger seat and drumming on her thighs with her hands, while Kim drives. You know where you're going, and you know you can't do anything about it. You don't know why you're so upset about it, but you are. It's not really the boys' faults, you suppose. Maybe it's the media's fault, or the interviewer's. But it's so much easier to dislike four boys instead of disliking thousands of faceless reporters.

The car pool comes to an end at a high rise building that towers above the vehicle. Sun already beginning to set, the four of you walk in…

The four of you are greeted by tall boys with the same expressions as you. Kim shakes the tallest one’s hand and it’s easy to tell this was set up by the both of them.

“Well, make yourselves at home,” The tall boy says, his eyes dark as he looks at Kim, “We’re so glad we can finally meet you all.”

He turns to the rest of his bandmates and nods, they nod back. Your eyes meet the guitarist of the rivaling band’s, you watch as he looks you up and down and bites his decorated lip. “Gross,” You mumble to yourself. But it seems Tom heard you, his gaze softening.

It seems as if all the band members divvy themselves out to their “counterparts” at first. Not you. You take the glass of champagne that the tallest boy— the one with the makeup on— Bill, was it?— and you make a break for the balcony that overlooks the city.

You let out a relieved sigh as you not so subtly slam the sliding glass door behind you. Taking a sip of the champagne in your glass— huh, at least they have good taste.

There’s a light breeze out here, and the city lights, you find, are quite beautiful. It’s tranquil, and you almost forget that you were forced to be here. It’s not so bad, you conclude, they seemed hospitable enough. Maybe that Tom boy was a bit too hospitable for your liking, but it could be worse.

After a few minutes, you hear the glass door to your back slowly push open. Rolling your eyes to yourself, you turn back to look who it is. Strangely enough, it’s Tom.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks softly. This.. weirds you put a little. Tom was the bad boy, the player, but he seems quite gentle now.

“Uhh.. sure?” You respond as your turn back to lean against the railing of the balcony. He shuffles over beside you. Already, you can feel his eyes on you. “What brings you out here?” You ask, turning to look at him slowly.

His eyes are wide and full, he clears his throat softly and looks up at the sky. “It.. got boring in there.” He says.

“What’s with the change of personality?” You ask, “What happened to player-Tom? The bad-boy?”

He looks almost embarrassed at the question, “Well, I tried it but.. you weren’t even wooed, even a little bit.” He chuckles, as if in disbelief.

“So now you’re just gonna act like a kicked puppy?” You giggle, he looks at you fondly, still a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, actually. That’s the plan,” Tom says lightheartedly, turning his body towards you a bit more. As if he’s growing more comfortable with you.

2 cups of champagne each. 2 hours later. Giggling and evading each of your bandmates. You find, you really enjoy this boy’s company. It’s late, but you’re not tired really. Not at all. You both sit criss-cross, side by side, thigh to thigh, with your backs to the railing as you watch all your bandmates play a board game together.

“Y’know… I really like you,” Tom says softly, turning his head to you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re so different,” He adds, “You don’t care about all that superficial stuff, you’re fun to hang out with.”

After a quiet moment you nod, “I could say the same about you.. unfortunately.”

The both of you chuckle softly. He places his hand on your thigh.

“I thought I’d hate this— or just like hook up with Kim or something,” He says, and you make a mock throwing up noise, at which he laughs, “But I was wrong!”

The two of you just sort of.. look at each other for a moment.

To your complete and utter surprise, you go in for it first. It’s sloppy, and half hazard, the two of you’s lips meeting like neither of you have ever kissed before. But you both quickly get the handle of it, dear god he’s a good kisser. He pulls away and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Cool,” He mumbles to himself and disbelief.

“Yeah…” You whisper back, leaning in again.

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .07

"One of us should marry her."

CHANGE OF POV!!!!!

“Johanna, let’s go!” [Name] laughs, she holds onto her sunhat. She was out of the door, holding it open as she waited for her best friend who came out with multiple bags. “Why do you have all that?” The girl laughs as Johanna just stopped then dropped everything to stare at her. “You said we’re going on a picnic!” 

“We are, but I have everything in the car already, Jo!” Her hands grip the sides of her light orange sundress laughing loudly but getting hit on her arm. “You could’ve said that!” 

[Name] just shakes her head, helping her best friend with the bags and putting them into the car as well, it never hurts to have more than less. The two were out for the day in Paris, France. It was the next country in the tour, it also meant the first country [Name] and Jace are set to be a part of their first week back together. 

The boys are also set to go out, or they were. Instead, they’re staying inside and playing in the arcade that is in the hotel they decided to stay at. Even their room has a gaming set for them to play on. Like children of course thats that they wanted to do. Later in the night, the girls are going to join them at the bar, there’s supposed to be a party at the Hotel and they were even asked to play there. They told them they would think about it.

They’re going to do it no question but Tom thought it was a good idea to give them a hard time. 

“So, second country,” Bill announces, his normally spiky hair laid down, no eyeliner nor eyeshadow in sight either. Tom had his normal attire. This time without a hat but his hair was still tied up in the same ponytail. Gustav had a white wife beater on and some jeans. As Georg has his hair tied back too, wearing a red shirt with basketball shorts. The four were in the halls of the hotel making their way to the arcade as planned. 

“Pretty crazy we are already in France,” Georg replies, he was already itching to take down his hair, not liking the feeling but he knew if he took it down he was just going to sweat and feel worse. Even though there is air conditioning in the large room, the humidity of everyone else makes it less tolerable. 

“It’s all thanks to [Name].” Gustav reminds them all, he was right. [Name] made it all happen, having to talk to her manager, get them to agree, and get rid of the people who were supposed to be her opening act so they didn’t make the concert over four hours long. Sorry to those people but her best friends were more important than some bands she never even heard of. Of bands even her fans never even heard of. At least with Tokio Hotel, her fandom should know them. It’s all she seems to bring up anyhow.

“One of us should marry her.” Bill jokes, jumping up and down as they get to the door of the arcade. Gustav snorts, “She has Jace now. He beat us to it.” He carries on Bill’s joke, landing it pretty well as it now turns into a conversation. “Lucky man.” The more emo-looking one mutters earning their attention even more. 

“Oh well according to magazine and news, Tom Kaulitz is her next lover.” Georg elbows his friend who shakes his head. “She hasn’t even spoken to me after we read it.” 

“Probably because of what you said, you dumbass.” Gustav smacks him upside his head, hitting more of his locks than anything else. Tom sighs, shrugging. “I only said the truth.” He whispers, it seemed like it was towards him than to the others who weren’t even paying attention as they talked more about Jace. It was like he was trying to convince himself that is actually what he thought of [Name]. A desperate girl for attention. A desperate girl that would hurt anyone at the given chance. Someone many girls actually thought of him he wanted to think the same of the girl who hadn’t given him one reason to do so. 

“Do you think he’s good for her?” Gustav questions his bandmates as they all looked at each other. “Why, you trying to take her for yourself?” Georg laughs, paying for the arcade tokens Gustav scrunches his face in disgust. “She’s like my sister. I’m interested in someone else anyways.” 

All their eyes shoot to the blond who now lets out an annoyed breath knowing he shouldn’t have said what he did. “Johanna.” Bill points to Gustav and then at the others as the light bulb atop his head just exploded into fireworks. Gustav’s face turned red, wanting to shove them all away. Tom tickled him on the side, teasing the boy. “You’re in love with [Name]’s best friend.” 

Georg snickers, giving them all their cards. “It shouldn’t be so surprising to you guys they’re literally around each other so fucking much.” He tells them and Bill nods. “True, [Name] had even hinted to it. She definitely feels the same.” 

Gustav shakes his head, “Stay out of my love life. This conversation is not an invitation in it.” He warns them, and they all put their hands up. 

As they played games at the arcade, Tom was berated. Of course, getting hit on repeatedly by many girls but for some odd reason, he didn’t pursue any of them. It was something even Bill noticed. All the guys actually did. Watching each and every single one. 

As the hours passed by each other Bill couldn’t hold his tongue anymore so he finally spoke up. “You haven’t given any of them a real phone number, Tom.” The dreadheaded boy lifts his head up from his phone, acting confused about what his twin brother was saying.

“Don’t act stupid. 789-444-4433. That’s not even in Germany!” His hands flared up into the air. Georg and Gustav acted as if they weren’t listening as they continued to battle on the motorcycle races. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom shrugged, entering his tokens into the machine.

Bill hacks up a laugh, throwing a hand over his mouth. “Are you being loyal to someone we don’t know about?” Tom fucks up on his game immediately losing, his eyes drag to the view of his brother. “What?”

“Not giving them your numbers, not wanting to fuck? Who are you and what have you done to my twin?” Bill says in disgust, not believing that his brother could actually be a gentleman and not want to fuck around for one night. Let alone the three weeks that it has been. “I’m spending time with you guys.” Tom shrugs once more, not giving much else. But it did give a distaste to Bill's mouth. There was no way that was his brother’s answer. 

“You really like [Name].” Bill whispers, Tom’s eyes widen. “What are you on, Bill?” 

“I’m so right.” His black hair shuddered with the rest of his body as he laughed loudly, his brother tried to shut him up but it was no use he wasn’t going to stop. “You know it’s okay to not hate her.” Georg lays a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “I do hate her!” Tom shoves him off of him. 

“Yeah, okay. And Gustav isn’t smitten with Johanna.” He laughs and Gustav makes a face, putting his hands up as he motions to why he was brought up into it. 

“I do.” He frowns, crossing his arms. “You’re trying to convince yourself  more than you’re trying us.” Gustav sighs, 

“She’s dating Jace, what does it matter how I feel?” He asks them.

“Like that’s going to last. Either she or he will end it. That’s when you swoop in and take care of her.” Bill proudly states. 

“Whatever.” Tom rolls his eyes.

They continued to play for the last ten minutes before meeting the girls at the bar. “So, you going to be nicer to her?” Bill asks a bit too loudly for Tom’s liking causing him to wince, cringing at his brother's words. “Shut up, Bill. We don’t talk about the arcade conversation.” He practically pleads with his eyes. His twin knows this and he has to stop his teasing. As much as he doesn’t want to he needs to let him figure out his own feelings. Along with [Name]. That definitely doesn’t mean he’s not going to give them a little push to help.

The night ended up going really good, [Name] changed into a black tank top and baggy sweatpants for the performance. Needing to look more edgy for her brand than what she was wearing. The brightness of it all would’ve been weird with the songs she sang. She placed on rings and jewelry that matched her liking for the music.

Not noticing Tom staring at her as she did what she was good at. She performed. Even for the little audience, she put on her best show. She always did. She was very humble, knowing she could do little for these people and still get paid the same she did more. She let everyone enjoy it the same.

Something even Tom couldn’t not fall for. 

He knew she wouldn’t want him after his words, but he was content in admiring her from afar. As long as he knew she was in a good relationship. He knew, deep down he knew he couldn’t make her happy. 

He screwed it up once with her and he wasn’t going to do it again.

And he was going to push her away to manage it. He knew she was in the hall. He knew she was listening. He said what he did to make her hate him. He was confusing her own feelings for Jace. Grabbing her arm before she went on the date was just to solidify the fact that she really did listen and by the look of her face he knew. 

He has succeeded.

He succeeded in making sure she got with Jace so it would hurt less than having to see her in any physical relations on the tour. All he has to hear about were the phone calls and the text messages they had with one another. He was okay with that.

But now that he had caught up with all of his feelings he couldn't get himself to not feel guilty every time a girl came up to him. It was like those words in the magazine made his mind think he had to be loyal to her.

He didn't mind listening to his heart. Being loyal to [Name] and being alone for the rest of this childish love he had for her.

What he didn't know was that day they ran errands was the beginning of [Name]'s uncomfortableness with their hatred. His words just made it harder for her to push forward in this story of love.

I'm back:) Still sick surprisingly. Don't know what is going on but this flu and whatever will not go away. But I pushed through to make a chapter. And I'm hoping to make more tonight. But don't be hopeful. This shit got me fucked.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

This is coming completely out of the blue, but is Tokio Hotel still a thing??? How?

Back in like 2005-2006, all the cool girls in my school were into them but somehow, it didn't get to me. I didn't catch the bug at all and I developed absolutely no interest. Someone could play their most famous song right now for me and I wouldn't recognize it. But I did know of them cause they would constantly be in the magazines I used to read like Bravo, Bravo Girl and Popcorn (my entire teenage education came from there too).

Anyway, the brothers have a show on netflix (one of them is married to Heidi Klum??? I'm living on another planet). So I thought I should give it a try cause it's good enough to relax after work. And I'm watching the first episode and they were finishing a tour and talking about that and that's where my confusion comes from. A tour? Are they actively putting out music? Have they turned into more of a niche now? Have they always been actually a niche in terms of boy bands/rock band? I know they didn't split up, but I just thought they slowly faded away from the public consciousness and not playing together anymore