#gustav be pointing at his nose

[classics-cocks-and-concoctions]

The Flanderization of my own character is killing me

[httpkaulitz]

playing with fire

PAIRINGS: Gangster!Tom x Female reader

CONTENT: Smutt

SYNOPSIS: You're obsessed with Tom and there's nothing you wouldn't do to get his attention.

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, mention of drugs drinking and guns, violence, pyromania, p in v, oral (m reciving), public sex.

You went to the bar that night with one thing on your mind. You were already floating after using some good shit you bought a few nights before - the same thing you used to seduce him into going to the bathroom with you, the same thing you slapped your tits and shoved in Tom's face before he fuck you quick and dirty against the sink. You were drunk, but not as drunk as him. He almost immediately regretted it, but you didn't. You've wanted Tom Kaulitz balls deep inside you for as long as you could remember, and now that you've tasted it, you want more. You needed it, because once your twisted mind fixated on something, nothing else mattered: no consequence was too severe, no method was too strange.

You were wearing the tiniest blouse and shortest skirt you had. You knew your body was attractive and you knew that was how he liked it. The way he fucked you with one hand full of breasts and the other full of ass told you that, but even before that you caught him staring. You wanted to feel more than his eyes on you tonight. You wanted him to want you as much as you want him, to give you more than five minutes in a bar bathroom so you could show him that you could really rock his world. You thought if you could fuck him enough, you would hook him. He was already like a drug to you, had been for years, and in your fucked up head you thought maybe the two of you together were perfect: the very definition of two wrongs making a right. Because you were crazy and you knew it, and Tom... well, Tom was Tom.

You paused briefly at the door, taking a minute to roll your eyes at the tight-clothed sluts playing hard to get, before heading down the stairs to the basement. That's where his kind of action was, and that's where he would be, because it was Friday night and that's the way it was. It's always been that way, and it always would be until everyone was on the ground. As you turned the corner, the stench of alcohol flooded your senses. The bitches up there would have covered their noses, maybe even choked, but to you it was a comforting, familiar smell. You wouldn't want it any other way.

Georg was at the jukebox, no doubt playing U2, and he was definitely too distracted to even notice you. And that was a good thing, since he took a kind of sick pleasure in cock-blocking anyone who tried to get close to you. The whole overprotective brother thing bothered you, but for some reason, there wasn't no one in town that he considered good enough to lay they hands on you. Not even his best friend Tom.

You scanned the room from ceiling to floor, even though you didn't need to. You knew where he would be: at the bar with his group, a bottle of beer in his hand. You went straight to him. There was no point in playing. The dirty mirror behind the bar was tilted and stole the element of surprise as you approached. You made eye contact with him in the mirror, but he didn't turn around. He looked irritated, but it didn't faze you. Bill and Gustav were kind enough to greet you, but Tom was silent. You just stood up to sit on the bar stool next to him, letting your skirt ride up and your breasts bounce as you made yourself comfortable. You turned to him.

“Buy a girl a drink?” You asked in a falsely sweet voice.

Tom sat hunched over his beer. He didn't look at you when he spoke. “We’re in the middle of something.” He didn't try to hide the displeasure in his voice. "Go stick your tits in someone else's face, okay?"

"You seemed to like it the other night." You leaned in and spoke deep and husky into his ear.

You let your hand wander to his thigh, and his hard muscles clenched beneath the thin fabric of his pants when you touched him. Tom grabbed your wrist tightly and turned to face you. His huge hands wrapped around your wrist like a steel trap and you bit your lip to keep from moaning.

“I said fuck off. I have business.” He released you and turned to face Bill.

Tom had his back to you and was wearing his black t-shirt, you could see every tense muscle underneath. You couldn't contain yourself. You ran your hands over the fabric from the middle of his back up and over his bare shoulders, all rock hard, and he jolted forward as if you were made of fire. He turned around with his jaw clenched and leaned over.

“I swear to God, if you don’t get away from me right now…”

“You're going to do what, Tom? What the fuck are you going to do if I don’t leave? I’m just trying to get a drink.”

Tom picked up the bottle in front of Bill, the one Tom always bought for him, the one Bill didn't drink, and threw it on the bar next to him. Foam came out of the top and you could feel the liquid splash onto your bare shoulder. “There’s your fucking drink. Now go."

You took it with a smirk. "What a gentleman." You said, and you wandered off towards the bathroom.

You liked him angry; you liked the way the muscles in his arms tensed and his thick veins bulged with hot, angry blood pumping through them. You enjoyed irritating him and watching the pressure build until he broke. You would break him this night. You were sure of it.

You went to the bathroom, the same room he had fucked you senseless in a few nights before, and took the bottle out of your bag. You put some in your mouth and chewed the residue until you were good and excited. The cold beer felt good as it washed away the dull tingle in your mouth and mixed with the slow drip down your throat. You drank the beer to the end and smiled at yourself in the mirror, touching up your makeup a little. With your beer empty, you had an excuse to go back to the bar. The drug was fueling a deep desire for whiskey. You always thought beer was for sissies, anyway.

When you came out of the bathroom, you saw that Tom was alone. Where the hell where Bill had run off to and Gustav was in the corner with his hands on some random slut's ass. You scanned the area for your brother, but he were still clinging to the same girl. Tom was all yours now, there was no escaping it. You sat next to him again and ordered a double whiskey, waiting for him to speak. He didn't, and when your drink arrived, you took a large gulp and turned to him.

“Deals closed?” You asked.

He clenched his fists on either side of his beer, looking down and taking a deep breath before turning to face you. His eyes were on fire and you felt the heat hit your core.

“I'll tell you once. It's not going to happen, not tonight, not ever again, understand? Now get off your ass and take your madness elsewhere. I'm serious. I won’t tell you again.”

You started to feel it, that familiar tingling in the back of your neck that usually precedes some kind of irrational decision, you felt the anger rising and there was no stopping it once it started.

“What the fuck do you think you’re scolding me for?” You spat every word. “You think you can just fuck me and walk away like I’m trash? Do you think you're better than me? Fuck you, Tom. We’re not done yet.”

He banged his fists on the bar and despite the noise of conversation and loud music, everyone nearby turned to look.

Something about the way he used you full name irritated you even more. “Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t make me say that again.”

You pressed a button then, and your mind jumped to the nooks and crannies where you kept your darkest desires hidden. They were bubbling now and it was only a matter of time. You kept your voice steady, but your mind was already thinking about the details.

“Alright, you son of a bitch.” You said. “I will. But give me your lighter. I need to smoke.”

Tom hesitated, but finally decided it would be a small sacrifice to pay to get you out of his sight. He took his lighter out of his pocket and slid it across the counter to you, skull design facing up.

“I will bring it back.” You said, even though it was a lie.

"Don't worry." He replied. “Consider this a parting gift.”

"We will see." You said, and downed the rest of the whiskey in two big gulps before heading up the stairs and leaving.

It was hot as hell outside, but the basement bar was so humid that the night air felt good on your drug-flushed face. It was even invigorating, and that was good, because you had plans to put into practice and you didn't have time to waste. You called your friend. He was the only one you knew wouldn’t ask questions. Besides, he owed you one.

“I need a kit.” You said. “The complete package. I’m in the back of the bar.”

"What the hell is that?" He said.

“Just bring me that shit and shut up about it.” You were losing patience and time was passing. “Or do I need to remind you that you owe me a favor?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said, and hung up without saying anything else.

Your friend was in the family business, like the rest of his brothers, his father before them and his father before him. They were torches, mostly cars, with some occasional buildings being used for insurance scams. Arson was their business, and although your brother Georg had always made it clear to your friends that you should never get involved, you knew the business inside out. You clearly remembered the first time you saw them set a car on fire. You shouldn't be there. They took you for a walk and told you to close your eyes. You didn't do that, of course. You peeked through your little fingers and watched them douse the van with gasoline before turning on the Zippo lighter and throwing it inside. You remembered the thrill you felt as you watched the lighter fly through the air towards its final destination, the rush of adrenaline as the van exploded in a ball of fire. Even through the closed window, you could feel the heat emanating from it or maybe it was just your blood boiling at the sight of it Either way, from that day on you couldn't resist the pull of a flame. You started smoking at age 12 just to have an excuse to use a lighter and watch the fire dance at the end of the cigarette as you lit it. Sometimes you would light a cigarette and not even smoke it, just watch it burn down to the filter, the smoke rising as it burned. The fire was in your blood, in your bones. Even if you weren't in the car that day, you would eventually figure it out.

Your friend showed up with the necessary supplies: all the shit for a quick hotline, two cans of gas, some bleach, and a crowbar to break the windows, you wouldn't need that last one, but it might be useful to have close by. The fire cannot go out too quickly. There's no point in that. He put the things in the trunk of your car and closed it, looking for answers he couldn't get from you. If he had seen the bike parked out of sight, everything would have made sense, but he didn't.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

"I got it." You answered. Your friend was quicker than you to start, but if he knew whose bike it was, he would never let you do it. You had to go it alone.

“You better know what the hell you're doing. We can’t take any pressure now.”

“I told you I’ll take care of this. Now go home.”

He threw his hands up, resigned to the fact that you would do what you would do and there was nothing he could say to make you change your mind. You were stubborn as a mule and completely off the rails, but he loved you just the same.

"Just be careful." He said as he got into the car, but he knew caution wasn't your thing. You were reckless as fuck and he could only hope that the family way was strong enough in you to keep you out of trouble. He knew you were educated on how to do it right, but it was the why that bothered him on the way home. If it was what he suspected it was, who he suspected it was, there was no telling what might happen. He put it out of his mind because he needed to. He couldn't get involved in whatever shit you were up to. He said a silent prayer for you as he pulled into the garage.

The minute his car disappeared from sight, you sprung into action. You parked your car next to Tom's bike and parked there before grabbing your supplies from the trunk. You stopped for a minute to observe, running your finger over the details and smiling. You would have liked him to fuck you by pressing your body against it. Too late now.

You took a quick look around before grabbing your blood red lipstick from your bag and scribbling the name of a street on the driver's window of your own car. He would know what that meant; he would know exactly where to go. You got back on the bike, slowly but surely starting it. You were proficient but not fast when it came to stealing, but luckily the night was still young and no one was leaving the bar at that time. You scanned the parking lot one more time before exiting out the back. Tom's bike wasn't exactly discreet, and you'd be damned if anyone up front saw it. You knew exactly where you were going - just a few blocks away, the end of a street full of decaying, abandoned three-story buildings. You could feel your skin crawl with anxiety at the thought of what Tom would do, since like you he had a certain level of psychosis and a propensity to cause trouble.

When you reached the end of the street, you parked right in the middle and began making preparations with almost uncontrollable excitement. You grabbed the gas cans and placed them next to the bike before reaching into the seat compartment and grabbing Tom's gun. You didn't know what to do with it, so you just stuffed it in your bag and placed it in the ground before picking up the crowbar. A quick glance at the street told you, you was alone; all the houses were dark and abandoned except the occupied one at the other end, squatters you knew, and they didn't call the police for anything. The only light was provided by flickering street lamps, but it was sufficient for your purposes. You took one last look at the bike before breaking the mirrors one by one. You picked up some shards on your arm, but nothing too serious. You liked the pain, anyway; you liked the smell of blood.

When the glass was good and ruined, you started with the gas. You took special care not to get anything dirty, but you knew what you were doing and managed to maintain it without much effort. When it was soaked and ready, you bleached the cans and crowbar and threw them over the chain link fence into the ocean of weeds growing in the abandoned lot beyond. You went back and grabbed your bag, taking out Tom's Glock and tucking it into the waistband of your skirt. You didn't know why you did it, but something inside you wanted it there, out in the open, where he could see that you had claimed it. It was cold and hard and having it pressed against your warm skin made your anticipation almost unbearable. You retreated into the shadows, pulling Tom's Zippo lighter from your bag and rolling it over and over in your hand, waiting.

Tom was almost done. He was trying to control the next thing, but Bill was in a bad mood and being difficult. And then there was you. He dismissed you immediately, but something in you crawled under his skin and wouldn't go away. You were like a damn rash. He should have never fucked you and he knew it. Don't dip your dick in madness, every idiot knows that. But you were ruthless and shameless and always have been. You were also smart, even though you were crazy. You saw how low his defenses were that night and went for it. It didn't hurt that you had a pretty face and a body built for sin, but still. He should have known better. Now you were an itch he couldn’t scratch.

He threw a wad of cash on the bar to the bartender and left, forgoing goodbyes because he simply didn't give a shit. He walked to the back parking lot, trying to decide what to do with the rest of the night. He was turned on and irritated and knew he would end up either pumping some iron or pumping his cock until he was tired enough to sleep. He took his keys out of his pocket and looked up as he turned the corner, but his bike wasn't there. He took a quick look around, he wasn't drunk, not by a long shot, and he could have sworn that's where he parked, because that's where he always parked. That's when he saw your car, that horrible thing you were driving, and the note you had left in the window for him, scrawled in that whore shade of red you always used to draw attention to your lips, not that you needed it: those lips were made for sucking cock and a blind man could see that. It was just the name of a street, but he knew the place. It was only a few blocks away, but it was no fucking man's land, and he had a nagging feeling that he'd better get there quickly. He got scared and kicked the rusty covering on your car door before running away. He didn't stop until he saw his motorcycle, broken glasses everywhere. Then you stepped into the light and he saw it in your hand, his lighter with the skull design on it.

You wouldn't do that.

You flicked your thumb and the Zippo lighter came to life. You watched the flame dance for a moment and smiled. You were in a kind of trance and didn't hear Tom shouting useless orders for you to stop. You saw him when he looked up, though. He was heading towards you, so you let it fly. He stopped suddenly, the two of you watching the lighter sail in slow motion through the air and land straight on his bike: perfect aim, impeccable execution. The bike started with a hiss and a roar, and for a moment all Tom could do was look at it, his face blank, hard and emotionless. Not that you would know. You were paralyzed by the bright rising flames. The heat from the flames warmed you all over, and your insides were also on fire. Your blood was boiling with the adrenaline of the act, your pussy was throbbing as it sometimes was, Tom's proximity was just a small part of that; it was the exhilarating danger of the fire that really motivated you. You turned to Tom and for the first time his eyes dropped to your waist. He saw his Glock appearing, taunting him.

He crawled towards you, closing the distance with a few purposeful steps, and then he was upon you, malice tearing lines across his forehead. He pulled his Glock from the waistband of your skirt and brought it straight to your face, hard enough to leave a mark but not break a bone. You stood and turned your head to face him. You looked deep into his brown eyes, the glow of fire playing with the golden flecks in his irises, and slowly licked the blood from your bottom lip.

So you went ahead, indifferent as could be. “Hey, Tom.”

He grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you violently, shouting "Hey? HEY? Is that what you have to tell me?"

“What do you want me to say?” The heat from the fire was licking at your legs and you couldn't help it. “I had to get your attention.”

"So you set my motorcycle on fire, you crazy bitch?" Tom's voice kept rising until he couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed your throat with one hand and dragged you across the lawn of the last house on the street, around the corner and throwing you against the rusty fence. It squeaked under your weight as you bounced off and fell to your knees in the dirty grass. You looked at him for a minute, saw his Glock raised for another try, and laughed like a maniac.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.” You said, then let your gaze wander to the bike, taking in the flames biting the air and sending small sparks everywhere. You were warm everywhere and ready for whatever punishment Tom had to dish out. You stood up and shook yourself.

"Sorry about all this." Your sweet voice was as fake as your apology.

“What the fuck do you say, bitch? Are you sorry?” He grabbed your throat again and pushed you hard against the fence, your face burning with rage as he pointed the gun under your chin. "Sorry is what you'll be."

But you didn't regret it, not one bit, and you never would. You looked into his eyes and a hint of a smile touched your lips before spitting straight into his face.

"Fuck you, Kaulitz."

Hearing his last name pass your lips made his skin crawl. Tom removed his hand from your neck and slowly wiped the spit from his forehead, laughing to no one in particular before pinning your arms above your head and moving the gun to your temple.

All it took was the rough skin of his fingers, the blunt pressure they were capable of. For your panties to be soaked, the grip he had on you was sweet agony.

“Now you’re really fucked up.” He said, and you just smiled again. “I’m going to wipe that shitty smile off your face. Do you think I give a shit about you being a girl? Because I don't give. You’re fucking crazy and you need a lesson.”

He threw the gun aside and grabbed your hair tightly, pulling your head back. You arched your back into the movement until your body was pressed firmly against his and he was looking straight into your eyes.

“You will learn to keep your madness away from me.” He said. “And that’s me being nice.”

Your eyes rolled back. It was everything you wanted. It was everything you had ever wanted for as long as you could remember. Every calculated move, every preparation, every little detail, all leading up to this moment:

“Hit me, Tom.” You said, breathless and anxious. “Go ahead, do it.”

Tom considered it for a moment, his head tilted slightly to the side. You were crazy, no doubt, but you were fucking hot and for some reason he couldn't push it away, he felt bad for destroying your face. The animal part of him, the one that was about to take control, would love nothing more than to hit you on the head and watch it explode like a watermelon, but he couldn't. He didn't know if he could put a girl down, especially one with boobs like you had. When Tom first hit you, he hadn't quite decided whether he was going to kill you, but one look over his shoulder at the burning wreckage and he knew he would definitely set you right good and proper.

You fell to the ground after the first punch and, in the next few blows, Tom only saw red, heard only his anger echoing in his ears and the crack of fire engulfing his bike. Something made him stop, however. A strange sound coming from the bloodied girl beneath him: a moan, and not the kind that comes with a busted-up face. It hit him then, this crazy slut was enjoying it. You looked at him and your eyes darkened. You were smiling, licking your busted lip. And then you laughed, that horrible, evil laugh. You were like a fucking witch, using some kind of fucked up dark magic to make his dick hard. And it was hard, hard as a rock, there's no denying it. Your breasts were bursting out of your blouse and your legs were spread wide, your short skirt riding up to reveal your barely there panties. There was a heat coming off of you too, and it wasn't from the bike burning brightly behind him. The thin fabric of his pants was doing nothing to hide the bulge there, and you noticed. Of course you fucking noticed.

“Do you get turned on by this shit, Tom?” You asked, teasing him. "Let's go then. Hit me again.”

"You're crazy, you know that?"

You laughed again. That shit laugh. You had your tits out now and were playing with them, as if his dick wasn't already hard enough. He hated himself for it, but he knew he would end up giving you what you wanted. But he wasn't done with you yet. Not by far. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your knees, pulling your face against his crotch.

"Do you feel it, bitch?" He heard you moan against him, felt your hot tongue licking the fabric. "Well, prepare to choke on this."

He let go of your hair and bent down to pick up the gun, tucking it into the back of his pants as he took a condom out of his wallet and handed it to you. He pulled his pants down to his thighs and pointed the gun at your head.

“Put it on and open your whore mouth.”

You licked your bloody lips at the sight of his cock, long, strong and full of veins before rolling the condom down its entire length. You had barely reached the base when you felt one of his strong hands grab your hair and pull you closer. You stuck your tongue out to tease his tip, but he pulled your head back and let go. He pulled the slide on the Glock and you heard the click as he placed one in the chamber. He pressed the barrel to your forehead and smiled at you.

“Bite me and I’ll fucking kill you. Now open it.” He grabbed your hair again and you opened your mouth, taking the length of his cock deep into your throat.

He held the gun just above your head as he fucked you and if you hadn't had a face full of cock you would have smiled; you knew he assumed you would have a gag reflex and you knew it irritated him to find out otherwise.

He wanted to hear you fight and was fucking a hole in your head trying to get you there. Tears were streaming down your face from the grip he had on your hair and the cramp in your jaw, but you were able to breathe well through your nose. You knew how to take dick, and it was very frustrating for Tom. He was really giving it to you now, and when he realized that fucking you in the throat wasn't going to get him anywhere, he pulled your head so close that your lips were in his balls. He held you there with his armed hand and brought his other hand to your nose, closing your nostrils with his thumb and forefinger.

"Try to breathe now, you slut." You looked up and could see the sarcastic smile on his lips.

Now you would fight, he knew. You were all kinds of stuffy and when you started squirming and clawing at his legs, he just laughed at you. He wasn't going to let you choke, but you didn't know that, and he let it continue until he felt your throat closing around his dick and heard your muffled screams. He pulled out of you with a wet pop and you choked on as much air as you could, gasping and coughing into the dirt beneath him. He just stood there with his dick out, watching you. You were like a strange bird, and he honestly had no idea what you would do next. He wanted to know, so he waited.

You finally caught your breath, but you weren't looking at him. It wasn't that you were ignoring him exactly, it was more like you forgot he was there. You were on your knees, entranced by the sight of the burning bike, and before Tom realized what was happening, you were on your feet, taking off your panties and throwing them over the fence.

"What are you doing?" He asked, because he really didn't know.

You turned to him. "Is not it beautiful?" You asked.

“My damn bike on fire next to an abandoned shack? No. That’s not the word I would use.”

“I mean, if it weren’t for your bike, would you think it was beautiful?”

"Well, it's my bike, and you set it on fire, and I'm not done with you yet, so if you wanted to stop and smell the damn roses, you picked the wrong time."

You slowly walked towards him, lifting your skirt inch by inch until it was caught around your waist and he could see everything. A little more light on the matter and he would have been able to see your thighs glistening where you soaked yourself. He could see your hot little clit, and if he hadn't noticed before, he definitely noticed when you lowered your hand and started stroking it. He didn't know he was holding his breath until he had to let it all go at once.

“Just fuck me, Tom. You can kill me later, but fuck me now.” And he wanted to kill you. He wanted to strangle you to death because you were a psychopath and you set his motorcycle on fire and you were a fucking stain on his life.

But most of all, he wanted to kill you because he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to kill you because you had played this dangerous game with him, and you fucking won. He had to laugh, and it was longer and louder than he expected. He laughed because, in some fucked up way, he was impressed. You were twisted as fuck and belonged locked in chains in a padded room somewhere, but you had gone against him alone, and you had defeated him. Few could say that, certainly no one who was still breathing, but you could.

When he composed himself, you were on top of him, stroking his almost painfully hard cock against your clit. Even through the condom, he could feel how hot and wet you were. You were tight too, he remembered. He had been pleasantly surprised. Thinking about how your pussy felt made him angry, because he didn't want to want you. His cock wasn't having any of it, however, and when you spread your legs and rubbed the tip of it against your pussy, he lost whatever control he had left.

“Do you want to get fucked for real this time?” He growled. “I will break you in half.”

“Fuck, do it.” You screamed. And you were begging for it, with every cell in your body you were begging. “You can fuck me to death. I don't mind. Just do it."

Tom cornered you against the fence and drove his dick into your stomach. You reached above your head and grabbed the rusty fence, and when he brought his lips to your ear, you shivered at the feeling of his stubble scratching your cheek. “Come on up and enjoy the ride, bitch, because I’m going to put a bullet in your head when I’m done with you.”

You just looked at him and smiled before jumping into his arms. You hung onto the fence and wrapped your legs tightly around him and he positioned you just right. One strong thrust of his hips and he was deep inside you. You made some kind of animal fucked up sound and he knew it hurt, but you liked it, it was all over your face and the way you moved your hips against him. He wasn't playing well, though. He didn't care if you liked it or not.

He used his cock on you like it was a fucking samurai sword, pretending that each cruel blow was a new, deep gash in your flesh, and that your pussy juice was hot, viscous blood flowing from the wounds. He couldn't kill her; he knew that now. But he could fake it and he could put the fear of God into you while he did it. You were clinging to him like a damn monkey, writhing beneath him as he pounded into you mercilessly. You were gripping and shaking the fence so hard he thought you were going to knock it over, and he could see that your hands were cut and bloody from the rusty metal. Maybe he would remind you to try that, maybe he wouldn't. Now all he could think about was the grip you had on his dick and the look in your eyes as you looked over his shoulder into the fire. The light from the flames flickered in your face and he couldn't see the damage he had done to you. He was grateful for that; made it easier to fuck you until the end of your life. In broad light, the mess he made would have repelled him, regardless of how good the rest of your body felt. And you felt good, better than good, even though he knew he was traveling on a crazy train. It didn't matter, though. You may have won your little game, but he was in charge now. He fucked you with a fury he didn't know he had and your screams became more and more insistent. He knew you were close to cumming, and part of him wanted to be a sadistic jerk, pull out, make you wait and beg for it, and then cum all over your face. But he remembered the way your pussy felt when you came on his dick the last time, so he let you get there, not for your pleasure, but for his.

"Are you going to cum on this dick?" He growled. "Are you going to cum one last time before I kill you, you psycho slut?"

You threw your head back and screamed at the night sky. "Fuck yes. Fuck me harder, Tom."

“What if I stopped right now?” He said. He wanted you to beg for it. “What if I got you all hot and bothered and put a bullet in your head?”

You looked at him, and he was fucking you as he asked, and your eyes got glassy and crazy-looking. That made him slow and he almost stopped, but then you spoke.

“Then choke me.” You whispered. “Choke me and let me cum and then keep squeezing.”

“You’re too crazy, bitch.” He said, and kept his hands firmly placed on your hips as he fucked you.

But now it was all he could think about. You didn't need his hands to hold you down, you were covered between the cruel grip of your legs and the fence you clung to. It would be so simple, really. You were a little thing. He could break your neck if he wanted to. But he didn't want to, not really, not anymore.

"Do you really want me to strangle you?" He asked, and I couldn't believe he was asking the slut who set his bike on fire how you wanted come, but he was.

"Yes." You said. "Please. Do it. I’m going to cum so hard and then you can finish me.”

And you would have died happy with his strong hands around your neck and his cock trapped inside you. You knew he wouldn't kill you now. He would have already done that. He could have done this many times before, but he didn't. And he was looking at you in a way that told you that you were fucking him the way he liked to be fucked, letting him take control, making him feel like he was the king of the fucking world. And to you, he was the king. Other punks could run around all they wanted, pretending their dicks dangled lower than his, but everyone knew Tom was the man. He was the guy you should be afraid of, the kind of guy who would put you down if you looked at him funny. And here you were, watching his bike burn by your own hands and getting fucked for your trouble. You couldn't help but laugh.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” He retorted. “Do you think I won’t do it?”

And then, just like that, his huge hands were around your neck and squeezing. You were already so close to cumming, but between the anger on his face, the fire dancing in the distance, and the lack of oxygen, you came like a rocket. Your pussy clamped down hard on his dick and you bucked so hard that his hands lost control of your throat, and the rush of air that hit your lungs made you twice as excited. You screamed like you were dying, and thought in the back of your mind confused that you might be climaxing, but you didn't give a damn because you couldn't stop cumming for what felt like a year and he fucked you so hard and completely that you were essentially dead when it was over. Your body was jelly and you couldn't hold back any longer and he knew it so he pulled out and threw you in a heap on the floor.

“I hope you enjoyed this.” He said, ripping off the condom. “Because this is going to hurt.”

You thought for a moment that he could fuck your ass without a condom, and if you were honest, you would have let him, but that wasn't what he had in mind.

“Sit down and look at me.” He said, and started jerking his dick. He slapped your face a few times between thrusts and you smiled and opened your mouth.

"Are you going to swallow it all?" You nodded and stuck your tongue out as far as you could. You wanted to taste him so much you could have cried.

“Get ready for this.” he said, and you watched the veins on his arms ripple as he pumped himself until he came. You would have liked to do this for him, but you stood still, on your knees, with your hands behind your back and your mouth open and ready for him. “Open your eyes, bitch. Keep them open.”

You moved your gaze between his face and his cock; you couldn’t decide which one looked angrier. They were both beautiful, though, and that's what you were thinking about when his free hand grabbed your face and held your right eye open while the other masturbated right into him. The first explosion was strong and hurt like hell, but the next jets streaked your face. You smiled even though your eyes were on fire. You wish you could see his face when he came, but you could only imagine the evil grin he must have worn as he blew straight into your eyeball. He gave you a solid fuck you at the end, and you respected him for that. He certainly deserved it, and you found it almost artistic in its execution. You squeezed your eye shut as hard as you could, and laughed because you knew you were crying cum and it was the funniest thing you had ever imagined. Only you weren't imagining it; it was happening, and you reached up to wipe away your milky white tears. You couldn't see out of your right eye, but your left was working just fine, so you used it to stare at him as you sucked his juices off your fingers. You could taste the strong taste of him even through the dirt and blood and rust, and you moaned into your fingers. You must have been a vision, one eye tightly closed and the other bulging because he couldn't stop laughing at you. But you didn't care. You were happy.

Funny that you shouldn't be happy at a time like that, but you were. If what he said was true, he was just moments away from killing you. Your face was bruised and something was probably broken, your hands were cut, your knees were scraped, you looked like you had gone to war, and in some ways you had. You had won some battles, but in the end Tom held all the cards. He composed himself and grabbed his Glock from the grass, returning to kneel in front of you, your forehead pressed to his.

“Any last words?” He said, his face set in an evil smile.

"Marry me." You said it, and you meant it.

He burst into laughter and stood up in front of you. He pointed the gun at your head and moved his finger to unlock it. One movement of his thick finger and the lights turned off. You heard the deafening crack of the gun and saw the barrel glow and closed your eyes but felt nothing but splinters of wood from where the bullet entered the side of the house a foot to your right. You opened your eyes and he was smiling at you, that shit-eating Tom smile you loved so much.

"If you mess with me again it will be right here." He bent down and pressed a dirty finger to your forehead.

Tom patted your cheek twice in a row and ran towards the bar. You stood there for a moment, but you knew it was past time to get the hell out of there. If you were caught on the spot, it would mean trouble for your entire family. You couldn't allow that. You pulled your blouse up over your breasts and your skirt down. Your panties were long ago left to the weeds and you never lost your shoes. You left in the opposite direction from Tom, even if it meant heading home instead of taking the car. You wouldn't go to the bar now, not after what happened, not in the state you were in. You knew Tom wouldn't say a word about what really happened to his bike. He'd say it was some punk fucking him, and he'd probably savage some random kid for good measure, just to make a good show of it. You would say you were attacked, but managed to escape. You would get ready in the morning and take care of your business as if this whole mess never happened.

Except it had happened, and you would never forget it, and even though he almost put a bullet in your brain a few times that night and threatened to do it for real, you knew you wouldn't be able to let him go. Not now, not ever. You smiled. He was like fire to you: powerful, beautiful, deadly dangerous, and easy to unleash. You'd be happy to watch the world burn just to have him again.

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .02

"Your dirty jokes just had to be heard?"

“Hurry!” A scream came from one of the singers in the house, his hair freshly done as he ran into the living room putting on a jacket. His heart was pounding as he and our friends were about to run late to a big live interview. The bassist and drummer already sat in the vehicle waiting for the twins and me who had come over to the house in the morning to do my makeup with Bill but even myself woke up a tad bit later than I Should've.

“It’s okay, Bill.” I walk calmly into the room, wiping my wet hands onto my mini skirt then rolling down these black long sleeves. “We need to go, we literally have 25 minutes to get to the building that’s 26 minutes away!” His voice cracks, he went to go get his brother but he was already joining the two, tiredly yawning. 

Unlike the others he had just thrown something on and put his hair into his usual style.

Predictable.

 “Alright, let’s go, let’s go!” I wind my hand up then pointing out the door. Bill was out the door faster than light itself as Tom took his time a little bit more due to his huge pants that wouldn’t exactly let him run in. 

Of course I had to sit in the middle of the twins. Being smushed together I leaned more onto Bill, his arm slightly around my shoulders to give more room in the back seat. “Sorry Georg!” I apologize for our un-togetherness. He just shakes his head, motioning that it was okay before he speeds down the road for the singer’s sake. 

As we sat in the car with the radio on low, Bill and I took pictures on his phone trying to pass the time as Gustav took a little nap, Georg sat quietly as he focused on the road and Tom sometimes talked to Bill about how the interview was going to go. We haven’t exactly spoken since yesterday, which was completely okay. I would rather have the silence than hear his annoying voice. 

Today will be our first sit down, live interview together. It’s more of a day show like America’s Ellen Degenerous show or like the night shows as well. 

Just German.

Well this will be played on my Youtube channel so I’m going to put captions on it so that others will get our huge announcement as well from this video. But since not a lot of people that speak English will want to see it I’ve had the boys make a video with me to post for the U.K. or the U.S. 

Actually getting to the building is what brought all of our nerves to the roof. Even Tom who was freaking out with Georg. They were being pretty dramatic as they pretended to cry together. Once we parked in the back like we were told, security all ran our way and someone took the keys from Georg to move the car somewhere else while we were inside. Security stood by us as we entered the building.

 Fans somehow found the backway entry and were shouting our names as we passed by screaming for us to give them attention. Sadly we couldn’t acknowledge them.

It almost felt exhilarating to be put in this situation. The running and being hid by screaming people who would just love to put their hands on you in any way they could. Little creepy now that I put it into words. 

Anyways.

We were escorted to an area to be mic’d up. This girl has to put it in areas that won’t be incredibly noticeable. Looking around at the boys as Tom was getting his done lastly, his eyes were on the girls boobs since she was slightly bent over. Scrunching my nose in disgust I look away.

Turning to Gustav I dramatically grabbed his shoulders. “You ready?” Shaking him back and forth he finally put his hands on mine to stop me. “Are you?” He laughs.

I nod like a crazy woman, pulling him into a hug. “I’m a tiny bit nervous.” I chuckle. “I can tell.” 

“Time to get into place.” Bill snaps us out of it and we let go of each other moving to the curtains of the screen. Bill gripped onto my hand and the host called out our names. Well more, “Ladies and Gentles I have the wonderful [Name] [Last Name] with Tokio Hotel!” 

As we joined him near the couches he stood up, greeting us one by one. “Hello, hello!” He shook my hand tightly. 

“Hi, an honor!” I smile and he winks back in response, slightly catching me off guard earning a confused look for a split second.

As we sat down, I was placed nearest to the host, Bill next to and so on. 

The beginning of it all was very cliche, it was the normal stuff we usually get coming to these types of things only this time we got to do it together. 

The questions get a little morbid, asking about our personal life but having to go with it we will change it up in the best way we can to not give out that sentimental information. 

We’re only 18. Some of us being 17 still. 

“So, [Name] you’re starting your tour soon aren’t you?” He places the attention onto me, my face turning warmmer by the second. “Yeah, I am.” I smile, mentally wanting to beat myself up due to the fact that I’ve been stuttering ever so lightly but still being a tad bit noticeable. “Aren’t you going to miss these four boys?” He jokes with me and we all snicker at the thought.

“Well, I won’t have to miss them.” 

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, not getting what I was laying down.

“She means, Tokio Hotel is joining her World Tour!” Bill shouts mainly for the audience. Everyone gasping at first then roaring into cheers.

Obviously I don’t think that was very expected.

We waited for the audience to calm down and then we continued with the questions. Now changing what he was saying to things about the tour. Were the prices changing? Anything like that. Obviously nothing will be changing except for the fact that the boys will be joining with me. 

Starting in Germany then going around Europe then to the United States of America. Other countries too but that’s later on and their tickets haven’t gone on sale yet. 

Now people in the crowd get to ask their questions. It was mainly to Tom as usual when we’re all together.

“This one’s for Tom and [Name],” A younger teenage girl speaks up as the guy with the microphone holds onto it. “Go ahead.” I smile sweetly to her and Tom nods her way. She looked like she was going to faint at any moment but still held strong.

“How come whenever you guys are seen in public you never go near each other?” 

The group starts laughing quietly, Bill sneakily takes my pinkie with his and squeezes it. I take a deep breath trying not to laugh myself at this godawful question.

“There really isn’t a reason. I guess that’s just what’s seen in public.” I play it off, I thought it was pretty smooth but knowing Tom he was about to do something to mess it up or change it to his liking.

“She really just can’t handle all the heat that comes with being near me.” Like I said, there he goes. He corrected me in a smart way. Everyone started laughing, even the host so my only option was to force it out of me as well, quietly adding in a “He wishes” but it was sadly louder than I wanted because of the microphone thats connected to my shirt. 

I only noticed that because of the “Ohh’s” heard around the crowd. “ I don’t have to wish, it’s my reality.” He smirks.

“Oh you’re right, guys he’s just too hot to handle!” I sarcastically squeal, covering my face to act like I was blushing. He plays along, pointing at me going “See!” 

Luckily the interview moved on from that horrible conversation and it all went smoothly. 

Once it ended and we took off our mic’s we were out the door faster than we could imagine.

Shoving Tom out of my way, I got to the passenger side and sat in the front with Georg, unfortunately having to kick Gustav to the back. He’ll be okay though. 

As Georg started driving, he took the back roads to not have any fans following us out of the area. We all talked about everything and how good it was that we finally had the information about the tour out. All of us complimenting each other on how it went. 

“It went pretty amazing, well except the fact that [Name] kept stuttering like she was in love with our host.” Tom mutters the last part but my head snaps his way and I glare at him. “Like you can talk? Googling over every girl who came up to the mic.” I furrowed my brows. “And barely anyone could hear you, having to repeatedly be told to speak up.” I add in.

“That must’ve been your imagination because I was heard pretty well for what needed to be heard.” He comes closer to my face, I adjust myself to actually look at him. “You think so?” 

He rolls his eyes, getting even closer to the point where our noses were almost touching. “Your dirty jokes just had to be heard?” I quiz him. Georg tapped my thigh, trying to get me to calm down and end it. And due to his delay of a response I thought he was just going to end it and stop talking. Boy was I wrong. 

“Yeah to get desperate girls like you to know they could only be a quick fuck.” He whispered into my ear, only for me to hear. He finally leans back but without even thinking on my part I unbuckle my seat and get inbetween the seats to hit him right in the jaw. Probably hurting myself more than him. The boys all shouted and Georg quickly pulled over, grabbing my waist and shoving me back into the seat. My breathing turned ragged. 

“You’re a dick Tom.” I step out of the car, slamming it behind me. 

As I had gotten a little bit away I held onto my fist and cursed underneath my breath. Hearing a car door open then shut, and fast footsteps heading my way I thought it was Bill coming to check up on me. 

“Seriously? You hit me then run off?” 

Nevermind, I am really bad at this guessing game.

“Why did you come out Tom?” I immediately stop.

He just laughs, looking down at my fist in the palm of my other hand and I move to cross my arms and hide it but still putting pressure on my newest injury caused by Tom’s jaw.

“Can’t believe you actually hit me.” 

“Want me to do it again?” 

“Just calm down, get in the car for their sake. You’re really going to let something I said bother you?” He shames me, he’s really about to shame me? 

“Just leave me be, okay? I’m gonna have Johanna come get me.” I shove him away from me, then grabbing my phone out of my tiny pocket in my mini skirt.

Turning away I heard the doors of a car once again and then the wheels on gravel move closer to me. “[Name], get in the car!” Bill shouts my way but I just shake my head. “I’m calling, Johanna. Just leave without me. I’ll call you when I get home.” I smile sadly, Bill just nods telling Georg to just go but he hesitates at first. Only to get told to go once more.

“He is the most infuriating person on this planet, Jo!” I cried out and she just laughs in response. I threw my head back onto my couch as my cat laid in my lap, shimmying to get comfortable.

My best friend was across from me with her legs laid out.

“I can’t believe you actually punched him.” She giggles mainly to herself. 

“Dude, it felt like an actual out of body experience, I didn’t feel like me.” I rub my face, careful of the piercings on it. 

“What did he even say to make you react that way?” 

Sitting for a moment in silence as I thought about it; 

“Yeah to get desperate girls like you to know they could only be a quick fuck.”

Scrunching my nose in disgust I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter, just know it made me mad enough to punch him.” I sigh.

Tightening my fist I flinch with the feeling of the ice joining back in with the pain. 

“I still wonder.” She frowns.

CHAPTER TWO BABY!!!! Very surprised I got this done so fast after work. I'm pretty proud of this chapter. The next chapter will be tomorrow:) (Hopefully, if not it will be the next day)

[justash02]

Womanizer; 03

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests!

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.

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"I wanna be yours."

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We walked after Bill and soon found the other boys on the table. "Hiya! We're XO my name's clair, this is Ben and that's y/n!" She said pointing us out.

I'm so happy she's so out going.

I smiled as waved at the boys making them repeat it to me. Bill stood next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side.

He gently pulled close to my ear, "I think my brother wants to fuck you." My eyes widened as I looked at Tom who was already looking at us.

Before I could react I suddenly felt a hand on my hip pulling me away from Bill.

The familiar scent of Adam filled my nose.

"What's going on here?" He asked looking at Bill, Bill laughed and went over to sit next to his brother.

"Nothing much, just told Y/n that she can sing like an angel." Liar. I couldn't help but be amazed by how easy those words left his lips. Kinda impressive how good he can lie.

Adams hand didn't leave my hip and now it was clear to me that he was either being overprotective or jealous.

Toms eyes ran over my body, he looked like he wanted to eat me alive. Not that I would mind...

Let's sit down, it's gonna be begin soon!" Clair said she grabbed me away from Adam making him frown at her but decided to just not say anything.

Before I noticed where Clair was bringing me I was already sitting next to Tom.

He smirked at me before holding out his hand, "Hey, Tom." I felt myself heat up before grabbing his warm and soft hand.

"Y/n."

Before he could say anything else the host of the award show stepped on stage and started the show.

Clair tapped my leg and as soon as I made eye contact with her she smirked at me. Cheeky bastard.

A few rewards were giving away but none that influenced us, the time went by fast and it was already break time.

"Bro I'm starving." Tom said, he laid back in his chair, pushing his hips up a bit in a thrusting motion to get more comfy.

Oh...

"Go get some food then." Gustav said to the boy who was man spreading. "Yeah but the thing I want to eat isn't very appropriate at this moment." His eyes suddenly looked over at me, his intens eyes made me feel small and weak under his gaze, I hate that feeling.

"Dude." Ben said as he shook his head laughing, Tom just smirked at Ben before looking over at Adam. They had a weird stare off before I decided I couldn't handle this amount of cringe anymore and asked Bill if he wanted to go get some food.

The black haired boy nodded and smiled while getting up, he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.

"I'm sorry it I made you uncomfortable with what I said, Y/n/n." He said, "Do you actually think so?" He hummed before nodding.

"Oh definitely. He's a womanizer. He's like a rabbit fucking anything that has a hole." He said laughing. "You're pretty and good at what you do." I awed and put my hand over my heart.

"Thank youuu." I said with a :> face making him giggle. I liked hearing him laugh.

"Not gonna lie I've always admired your way of being, I'm just so jealous that you feel so comfortable being yourself." This made him blush a bit, "It took me awhile but I'm there now I'm also really happy I got this far."

I nodded, understanding what he means, I hope someday I'll also be as confident as he is.

"When are the ANTI music videos coming out?", "We are gonna start filming in like three days, wanna come and watch?" I asked feeling more comfy around the boy.

"Oh, yeah sure! Yeah I would love that!" He said smiling softly to himself as he watched you bring a plate over to him, "By the way," he said as I handed him the plate, I looked up at him curious, "Don't let him get to your head, Y/n, he's my brother but you deserve better then that." I didn't know how to respond.

"Anyways! What do you want?" He said quickly changing the subject.

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In the end we sadly didn't win the award, I could tell that the band really upset about it. I could notice they Clair was losing the confidence she had a few days ago at the interview.

I sadly smiled as her and rubbed her back as we walked back to the parking lot. "It's ok Clair, we did great! We don't need some stupid rewarded to tell us that." I tried to tell her but she seemed zoned out.

I gazed over at Adam who was already looking at Clair with a neutral expression, "Clair, we did all we could." Clair just nodded, she gently pulled herself away from me and walked to the car.

"What was that back there?" Adam asked once we were alone, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cig

"Don't know what you're talking about." I said really not wanting to talk about Tom right now.

"Yes, Yes you do. Why did you let him talk about you that way, that guy sees you as nothing but a piece of fucking meat." He started to get angry with me. I sighed and lit the cig.

"Don't reacted us losing out on me, I didn't see the need to stop him because it didn't mean anything to me." I spoke, but deep down I knew that his words triggered something in me.

The way his body moved around me, the way his words sent shivers down my spine. His whole being is dangerous to me.

He scoffed, looking down on me trying to make me feel small, "If you wanna fuck your way to the top you can, I'm not gonna stop you."

Slap

His eyes widened as his face fell to the side from the force of the slap, "Don't you dare ever talk to me like this again asshole." I spat at him turning around on the heels of my shoes.

Clair who was watching the whole thing stood there in awe, "What was that."

"Adam being a cunt."

[mysticficti0n]

hi bb, could you do a sad/fluff between 2023tom and his old school crush please but make it happy at the end? (but he's not with Heidi, just him and Bill are doing something like met gala or red carpet)

I know I haven't really given a great explication but you can write fucking amazingly so I don't think you'll struggle

love ya

okay this is such a cute idea! literally in love so ofc I'll do it!

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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Meant to meet again...

warnings- none

words- 1.2k

(also I am so so so so sorry Gustav and Georg aren't in this I couldn't think how to incorporate them but they're mentioned!)

Y/n stood on the carpet watching actors, actresses, models, musicians be snapped thousands of times, she'd interviewed over 20 people by this point but just kept getting the same old boring replies "oh were so lucky to be here" and the fake laughs, it's what you get being a interviewer- fakes

the sea of photographers seemed to switch direction, facing down to the entrance, Y/n walked forward from her place peering down the carpet and two tall, shaggy haired men stood there but she couldn't figure out who it was "BILL BILL! THIS WAY- TOM TURN THIS WAY TOM" it clicked- Bill and Tom Kaulitz. she'd forgotten about the twins from when they left school, she knew the twins so well back then, best friends really, sharing lessons together and always laughing and skipping lessons they didn't like, hiding in cupboards when teachers called their names down the halls

Y/n straightened her dress while seeing the twins climb the stairs and she couldn't help but get a giddy feeling as they walked towards her, they both looked so different to how she remembered- Bill had black spiky hair and Tom had dreads that he'd constantly mess with when he was bored in class "Hi!" Bill started coming into shot of the camera so that her team could start filming

"hey! How are you two?" she asked grabbing the pair microphones

"good good, you?" Tom had a look across his face the girl couldn't really understand but she smiled to him none the less

"very well- enjoying the night and speaking to everyone! so if you wouldn't mind I'll introduce you and ask only a few questions then let you go because I don't doubt theirs about 100 more people who'll want you after me!" she laughed to the two now men, not boys she used to know

"I've herd that a few times" Tom joked getting a shove from his brother "what! it was funny"

"okay ready to start?" she asked turning back to the two who nodded "okay- roll... Good evening everyone, I'm Y/n Y/l/n from CBQ News and tonight I'm here with Bill and Tom Kaulitz, how are you-"

"Oh my god! I knew it was you!" Tom had wide eyes and mouth agape looking to the girl, he knew he recognised her, her eyes, her nose, her smile, her everything he knew he knew it from somewhere

"holy sh- Y/n!" Bill covered his mouth as the girl laughed nodding "you look beautiful oh- I'm sorry were ruining the interview but we haven't seen you in like nearly 20 years!" he spoke to the camera then looking back to the girl

"I know you left school when I think- yeah I was 15 and you two had just turned 16" they nodded still staring at her, Tom couldn't help but remember what he thought of her all those years ago- Y/n was his school crush from when they were 7 to 17 years old, yes 17- though he never saw her when they left he still thought about her all the time and looked back on the picture the two took the day they we're leaving, she was smiling with her arms around his neck, hugging him. Sometimes he missed school- not the bullying or the stares but the times in class were they'd just burst out laughing until they felt sick "so- back onto the interview" she laughed "who're you two wearing tonight?"

the boys gave their answers, making remarks and laughing as they all watched someone fall up the stairs but Tom still couldn't get over Y/n, she looked even more gorgeous, her hair perfectly fitted to her face, her dress looked so good on her though it had been so long- his feeling were trickling back in "can I say, you look great Y/n- not even great, amazing tonight" a blush painted her face and Bill looked toward his brother, the memories came back of the nights him and Tom would be sat talking about if he was going to finally ask out Y/n but every year he made an excuse, he was planning on asking her to prom but they left before it happened and she ended up going alone, thats what Tom's friends said anways-but god does he wish he just took the plunge

"aw thank you! you two the first to actually say something about me tonight" a smile came across her face

"we'll they're arseholes, you're one of the best dressed here!" Bill laughed

"god you two stop its giving me an ego!, anyways thank you so much for this- its great seeing you again after so long" she and Bill met in a hug, he'd missed these, giving her a kiss on her cheek before Tom pulled her away into his arms, her hands went around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder and hers lay in his chest- just like the photo "thank you- its been amazing seeing you" she spoke to Tom quiet enough for the mic's not to pick it up, pulling away from the hug they still kept their arms on each other. Bill knew that Tom was probably going to be talking about this hug for the next week but he didn't mind- he knew what It meant to him

"I've missed you Y/n..." she nodded trying to hold the tears back, she didn't realise how nice it felt to be with them again and just being in their arms- especially Toms- would make her so emotional

"me too..." she breathed

"god you're going to make me cry- stop Y/n" Bill chuckled blinking up trying to discard the tears, Tom still stood with the girl unable to pull from her

"okay- hm, well you two- I hope you have an amazing night and maybe I'll see you in another 20 years?" the three laughed, but Tom wasn't about to wait another 20 years to see her again, he couldn't

"hope so!"

"aaannnd cut-" the camera man called and the three breathed, she took the mics back and thanked the pair again, when other interviewers realised that they'd finished Bill and Tom's name bounced around again

"have a good night guys, I wont hold you up anymore" she sadly grinned rubbing Bills shoulder feeling a weird pain in her chest- like she was saying good bye again

"ugh I'd much rather stay with you but, we both know what these things are like" Bill gave her one last hug, squeezing her tightly and saying thanks once more before he was dragged by someone she didn't even see but he was gone and only her and Tom stood there

"guess I need to say bye to you too hm?" the two shared a laugh

"yeah.. yeah" Tom couldn't let his nervousness get the best of him this time, he knew if he didn't say anything he'd regret if for how many more years went by before he saw her again "I- I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna grab drinks one of the nights? or even tonight if you can do you want to sit with us- Gustav and Georg will be at the after party thing- it's fine if not of course I'm guessing you've already got a table with some people and-" the guitarist rambled on making the girl infront of him giggle

"I'd love to go get drinks with you Tom- and also sit with you all tonight" he felt like he had gone back to being 16 for a second as the words left her mouth "so I'll meet you by the doors at say, 9?"

"Yeah 9 works, okay!- I better go so" he hugged her again pressing a kiss to the top of her head "bye!" she waved to the man who was smiling so widely it hurt

[pixystixx]

Hi can you do 2023 bill kaulitz x 13 year old daughter reader where reader has a best friend who's a boy and is german-Lebanese and his name is hassan and he's tan and has Siren blue eyes and wears black glasses and he's quiet and calm and likes staring at the reader because it's his habit and he doesn't know English so the reader speaks German to him and Tokio hotel invites both of them to their rehearsal and while the boys are talking they notice the boy and reader being close to eachother like hugging and he's putting his head on her shoulder and laughing and the reader is doing something and he stares at her and the boys tell bill about both of them and what they're doing and bill goes protective mode and Georg tells him that they will get married when they grow up and (i ran out of ideas so you can make your own too)

My Little Girl

tysm for the request!! this one's kind of shortt, my bad. i'm running on four hours of sleep and i have to get up at 5 am tomorrow. lol

2023 Bill Kaulitz is f!reader's dad

Summary: You and your best friend Hassan go to your dad’s (Bill’s) band rehearsal. Your friend is very timid and quiet. During the rehearsal, you and Hassan hang out like you always do. You overhear Bill’s friends talking about how cozy you guys are with each other. Bill switches over to complete protective dad mode. (572 words)

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“Hassan!” you call out to your best friend, “Are you ready?” Hassan nods and smiles timidly at you. He follows you into the studio. Your dad, Bill, is already chatting with the other bandmates. His bandmates are Georg, with short, brown hair, Gustav, with even shorter, blonde hair, and Tom, with long, dark hair. Tom is Bill’s twin brother, so they'd look the same if it weren't for their drastically different styles. “We can sit over here,” you say, leading Hassan to two chairs. 

The band is chatting quietly, and silence fills the air. “What music does your dad play?” Hassan asks, pushing his black glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“They used to play rock music, but they still do sometimes. They do a lot more pop songs now. I’ve played you some of their music before,” you ramble. While you talk, Hassan never breaks eye contact. His light-blue eyes stare into yours. It doesn’t bother you at all. He’s always done that. After you finish ranting about your dad’s music, they finally start working on a few songs.

“I forgot to do my math homework,” Hassan whispers, lips next to your ear. You laugh at him, and he frowns. 

You pull him into a hug and say, “I’ll help you with it. Ms. Kendra gives the worst homework.” You keep your arms embraced around him for a bit. You release him from the hug and stick your tongue out at him. Hassan laughs again and lays his head on your shoulder. 

“Y/N, do you want us to play your favorite song?” Bill asks, walking over to Hassan and you. You nod with a bright smile on your face. The band plays your favorite song, and you sing along with your dad. You dance around happily, and Hassan sits on the floor watching you. His eyes follow your every move. 

Even though Hassan looks happily content on the ground, you walk over to him and grab his hands. You pull him up and make him dance with you. His cheeks turn pink since he’s shy. You continue forcing him to dance to the song.

Hassan and you sit back on the ground after dancing for a bit. You two are out of breath and laughing. He lays his head back onto your shoulder as you two laugh.

“Bill, look at your daughter and that boy,” Tom laughs, pointing at you guys. Bill turns his head and shifts to a shade of pink.

“They’re definitely going to get married in their twenties,” Georg chimes in. Bill shakes his head in denial.

“No! My daughter will forever be my little girl. No boy can marry her, not on my watch,” Bill explains, practically fuming, “She’s too young to be having crushes. They’re just close.”

You and Hassan start laughing at your dad’s overprotectiveness. Bill’s face is practically the color of his pink button-up shirt. Tom walks over to you guys and crouches down to sit next to you.

“Your dad might be a little overprotective, Y/N,” Tom smiles.

“I’m so not, Tom!” Bill argues, “I just love my little girl.” 

“Dad, I’m 13 now!” you whine. Bill starts walking over towards you. Bill picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You erupt in laughter as he shakes you around.

“If I can still pick you up like this, you’re still my little girl.”

[severedfromthesource]

Heart of the Forge

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3

Original concept by @emptycalories-splitlip Something is slipped into Adam’s medication, Tav races to stabilize him. This part features M resus, M rescuer, EKG, seizures, conscious mouth to mouth, conscious defibrillation.

It was evening when Gustav returned for the daily round of meds. A Fetcher he didn’t recognize followed closely on his heels. He didn’t recognize them most of the time, they aged out into more useful jobs or simply no longer found the work of caring for the Forge all that appealing. This boy was a bit older than the usual lot. Most found more permanent positions on the Pennydurren by the time they were fourteen, and this kid was sixteen at least, with the acne and peach fuzz to prove it. Still, Gustav was hardly one to judge a late bloomer. He hadn’t grown his last few inches or facial hair until he was almost nineteen. He pushed aside his questions as they walked past engineering side by side.

“Enjoy being a Fetch,” he sighed, plumes of soft grey smoke spilling from his nose. “You’ll miss it when they place you somewhere permanent.” “Imagine I will, sir,” said the boy, staring down at the tray of colorless paste, the cup of little pills, and the small vial sat beside it. He hadn’t looked up yet. Tav watched his throat work for the tenth time and arched a brow. “You alright?” “Heat’s just getting to me, sir." "Ah. You're from the lower cars, then. This place is a sauna compared to the cold back there.” He rolled his shoulders, dislodging a bit of sweat on his collar to let it roll down between his shoulder blades.

The kid tried very hard not to shake perceptibly.

As they entered the engine room, Gustav once more snubbed out his cigarette on the wall. “Where do sheep spend their vacations?" he called out, voice echoing on the metal walls of the chamber. Adam grinned, setting down his book and rising to greet him. "I don't know, where?" He slid his hands in his pockets and replied, rolling from his heels to the tips of his toes and back as he inflected, "The Baaaahamas." That won a genuine laugh from the Forge and he crossed to the two of them, taking his place at the angular throne in the center of the room. The cables protruding from his back looped into the divots carved into the back of the chair and Tav rolled a tray table in front of him. The Fetcher placed the tray of food and medication down and took a step back like it was poised to bite him.

Tav gave him a glass of water and gave a cursory look over of the various pills, noting the stamps of authenticity on gel caps and tablets. Satisfied, he handed them off, and Adam chucked back the small cup of pills into the back of his throat. Once he'd washed them down, he tilted his head, opening his mouth for the Keeper to inspect his tongue. He took him by the chin, turning his face from side to side to check his cheeks and said simply, "Up." to get him to lift his tongue. Once he was sure he wasn't cheeking any of it, he patted the Forge on the side of his face.

Adam wasted no time, hunkering over his flavorless meal with a spoon. "You're a new face," he pointed out conversationally, gesturing with his silverware. "Always a new Fetch pattering around the halls," sighed Tav, retrieving his stethoscope for a quick listen, which Adam was kind enough to stop wolfing down his dinner and allow him. His heart pounded, strong as ever, the chambers moving in a shadowplay behind his sternum. The kid watched this all, trying to force his breathing and heart to slow. "He looks a little pale," said Adam. "He's from the lower cars. Probably the first time he's had any kind of heat in his bones, I'd be shivering too," Tav replied.

The Fetcher thought he might be sick. He watched the Forge scoop another shovelful of mush and stuck it in his mouth, smiling at him around the spoon. He knew, staring into that kind face and those warm brown eyes, that he had made a terrible, irrevocable mistake. "I'm sorry," he whispered, shaking. The Keeper perked at that and rounded on him. "What was that?" His knees were shaking wads of gelatin as he turned and fled the chamber.

Tav's stomach turned to lead. "What the-" He took a few hesitant steps towards him, unsure what was happening, only knowing that it filled him with an unknowing dread. His eyes went from the boy's retreating back, shoving at the button to open the glass door and stumbling through, back to Adam. His gaze snagged on the empty cup as terrible realization dawned on him. He seemed to understand at the same moment, staring wide eyed at the cup and back up at Tav. Something had been tampered with.

"Do they not vet these fucking Fetches anymore?" he spat as he turned on his heel and bolted back to Adam's side. He was already barking orders over his comm watch, "Anyone nearby sees a kid booking it for the lower cars, grab him. Gimme an engineer, now. A medic too, if we can spare it." He didn't want to say they might have to switch to auxiliary power, mainly because he didn't want to think of it. An idiot separatist, smuggled into the Forge's quarters. Allowed to touch his food and medication. He was running through the list of dead men in his head when he felt Adam's warm hand on his other wrist.

"Tav," he said shakily, looking up at him with watering eyes. His mind ground to a halt. The urgency was stopped dead by the overwhelming need to comfort, and he knelt in front of the larger man to take his face in his hands. "You're alright," Tav murmured, not believing himself. "We just... we uhm-" His throat dried up. His initial response was to get him to throw up whatever he'd ingested the kid might have tampered with, but he knew the dangers of that. If it did damage going down, it would do damage coming up, and it might not even all come up. Not to mention the risk to his airway depending on the poison. It had to be poison. That was not the reaction of a boy innocently handing off food to the heart of the Pennydurren. "We..." he tried again, and again came up with nothing.

Adam's blood swelled in his ears. The light playing against his ribs and heart flickered with the rabbit quick gait of his pulse. Something acrid, a mild bitterness he hadn't noticed while he was eating, was creeping up from his throat to his tongue. Tav's stricken face wasn't doing anything to bely his fears. Something in the Forge's expression made him move and he shifted to stand, tilting his head up. "Just sit tight, alright? I'm right here, I'm not letting anything happen to you." He immediately went to fetch the EKG machine, leads, and a few other pieces of medical equipment they'd rarely had call to use outside the annual checkups. He deposited his load at Adam's feet as the Forge tried to get air into lungs that felt like wood in his chest.

Tav placed the leads in six spots across his collarbone and sternum, and connected them to the bulky monitor at his feet. It warbled as it flickered to life, mirroring his racing heart. Already it had climbed to 100 beats per minute, his chest rising and falling quicker. His Keeper wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his sinewy upper arm and was halfway through inflating it when one of the engineers stepped through the doorway.

Marsh was a man Tav had only had brief interactions with, and he had hardly got the question out when the Keeper hurriedly informed him, "That Fetcher was some kind of plant. I think he was trying to poison Adam." "Christ," the other man said, already rolling up his sleeves as he made for the engine chassis, "Who'd be so blindingly stupid? We’ll be sitting ducks without a Forge." "I have no idea, I need you to keep the pressure valves from blowing. His heartrate is spiking." Again, a large, soft hand fell over Tav's own. Comforting platitudes rose up until he looked up into the face of his Forge.

Blood leaked steadily down one nostril. "Tav," he ground out, the ancient monitor whirring louder as his heart shot up to 150 bpm and kept ticking up and up. "I can't... can't keep my eyes open." Even as he said it his head drifted back and snapped forward again, his dark lashes fluttering. His hair spilled across his face. It was paling quickly, his normally deep olive skin blanching, first around his cheeks, his hands, his feet, then spreading from the outside in. Blood pulled from his extremities, drawing into his torso to try and keep his vital organs fed as his body rang alarm bells that something wasn’t right. In the other cars, lights brightened and flickered, radios crackled from the sudden interference, and systems began to overheat as his taxed organ pumped too hard for his body and the Pennydurren both.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Tav hurriedly reassured him, cradling the back of his neck with a slightly shaky hand. He glanced once more at the monitors, his stomach bottoming out as the crackling display read 170 bpm. He was fully in tachycardia. Tav’s breath shook as he tried to control his breathing. Panicking wouldn’t help anyone. Not Adam, himself, or the hundreds of people who would be forfeit to the fog outside the Pennydurren if the Forge went dark. The fog, and the things inside of it.

He pumped the pressure cuff until it finally gave him a reading, but it had no good news to share. Adam’s blood pressure was skyrocketing the same as his heart rate. It wouldn’t be able to sustain itself like this. Already Tav could see the the ventricles snapping out as the heart filled a little and recoiling as it squeezed out only half the amount of blood his body needed. If even half. He scrambled for the emergency hatch nearby which stored all manner of antiarrhythmic medications. It had something for every contingency. If his heart beat too fast, if it beat too slow, if it wasn’t beating at all. Tav shivered at the last thought, nearly dropping the vial of amiodarone as his hands shook especially hard. Beside him, Adam’s breathing had turned into noisy, sucking inhalations.

“Try to breathe deep for me,” he told him as he drew up a dose into a syringe. “In through the nose, out through the mouth, try to hold it for a few seconds.” “It hurts,” Adam ground out through a clenched jaw, “T-Tav, it… hurts to breathe…” “You gotta do it anyway, alright? Even if it hurts.” He held his forearm still as he slid the needle into a vein, steadily depressing the plunger. The amiodarone flooded into his system, and Tav rubbed a gentle circle over the injection site with his thumb as he drew away.

Marsh cursed from across the room, struggling to secure a panel of the engine which had begun to bulge and strain against its riveting. It shuddered in tandem with the ventricles in Adam’s chest, like the machinery was a crude model demonstrating what was going wrong with his heart. “Damn thing’s about to pop,” he growled, and then it did, a sharp metal sound popping like a cork as one of the bolts shot off and ricocheted off the floor. “We gotta switch to auxiliary power, he’ll overheat half the train’s systems at this rate.” “Just do whatever you need to do!”

Tav was busy hauling the defib unit up from the emergency hatch. It had sat unused for decades, and he wasn’t even sure if it had any juice left, but the thing came to life when he hit the power button, ready to shock his heart into working order. He could see the shadow of Adam’s heart starting to skip and quiver every few beats, stumbling to keep up with itself. His head was slumped forward against his chest, his eyelids weighed down. He couldn’t even sit upright. Tav thought absently how he could work better with him on the floor or a bed, but knew the ports and cables hung from his back would prevent that. “Adam,” he began, cracking on his name, “C’mon, stay with me. Stay with me, kid.”

He grabbed a tube of conduction gel from the kit and applied a good amount on the metal plane of the defibrillator paddles, rubbing them against one another to spread it evenly. He clicked the 100j mark and watched the bar climb as it charged. Adam’s body shone with sweat, his breathing deteriorated into swallow sips at air. Tav needed only a glance at his chest to confirm he had gone from a dangerously high heart rate to ventricular fibrillation. The shadow of his heart was quivering uselessly. “I’m sorry about this,” he murmured more to himself than to the Forge, who was likely past understanding him by now. He settled the paddles between the EKG leads on his sternum and to the side of his ribs, the gel making them slick against his sweat soaked chest. He jabbed the discharge buttons.

Adam felt the mule kick him in the chest. His muscles spasmed painfully, head jerking back on his neck, the muscles of his chest jumping and his arms flinching inward. He loosed a pathetic sounding groan as the charge dissipated from his muscles, unable to do much more than sit there and whimper. There was another electric whine and he felt the cold metal squish against the spots the gel had made the first time. No, he thought but couldn’t find his voice, Tav, please, you have no idea how bad that hurt. There came another click and another violent current, rippling across his muscles. He managed to find his voice enough to yelp that time, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw in air and he began to moan on every exhalation.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Tav was saying but Adam couldn’t hear him. This was a deeply necessary pain he was inflicting, but it was still pain, and it hurt his own heart to do this to his friend. A spiteful voice called him a coward for even thinking that. Adam was more than a friend, they both knew it, but Adam had been too shy for confessions and Tav too stubborn. Now he was staring into those heavy lidded eyes as they glistened with tears, and he had the horrible sinking sensation of being too late. His chest ached to hear the crackling wheeze of his breaths, and he set the defibrillator down for the moment. His heart was beating too fast still, but it was beating instead of shaking uselessly, which was something at least. Tachycardia was only a little preferable to v-fib.

He rummaged in the emergency kit and cursed when he could find no oxygen mask. Wiping his sweaty palm off on his pant leg, he stood above the Forge and leaned his head back against his shoulders, mindful not to overextend his airway. “I’m gonna give you some air,” he told him, but words had long stopped making sense to Adam. He swiped at the blood under his nose with a thumb. He pinched the Forge’s nostrils closed with one hand, the other resting on the arch of his throat. He blew hot air into his mouth. Adam’s cheeks bulged, his throat flexing with the intrusion of another person’s breath forcing its way down into his lungs.

Delirious with pain, the mouth to mouth felt like one more agony to add to the list. It forcibly expanded his chest, warring with his own breathing patterns, and he moaned out the intrusive air against Tav’s lips. Just kiss me normally. Let me kiss you without all this awfulness. Another breath breached the sanctum of his airway. He felt the warmth of tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes. When the seal made of their mouths broke, he sobbed, and became aware of the hands holding his face. They were the last thing he was aware of before the lights abruptly switched off.

“I promise I’m helping,” Tav was telling him, running a thumb over his sweaty brow. “I know this… this must all hurt like hell, but I’m helping.” “How’s he doing?” Marsh called out, fighting one of the huge switches to activate the backup generators. Tav glanced at the heart monitor and growled, “God damn it- he’s fibrillating again!” He released his hold on his face and went to scoop up the paddled again, until he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye.

Adam’s chest bucked unexpectedly. Tav paused, taken slightly aback. His shoulder jerked forward off the back of the chair and he went still. Then it jerked again, and Tav had only a moment to react before Adam locked up in a seizure. The Keeper crashed into a seated position in his Forge’s lap, standing his shaking body up so he could press him against his chest. “Christ,” he sobbed, unable to contain himself a moment more. He was cracking in two. He held tightly to his charge as his body shuddered, shaking violently against him. Adam was bigger than he was, better cared for, and a few times Tav was nearly knocked out of his lap by the surging waves of his seizing. He held tight, hooking his feet under a panel of the chair to keep him there as he cradled his thrashing body. He pressed his cheek against the other man’s and heard his teeth click and grind.

“Please,” Tav whispered in a broken husk of a voice, “God, please…” Adam’s head knocked against his Keeper’s temple until a pair of large hands slid between them and kept his head still. He looked only briefly to see Marsh on the other side of the chair, helping to still his tormented body. Tav squeezed him a little harder and nodded his thanks.

He could feel Adam’s muscles tensing at random intervals under his hands. His throat gurgled as the muscles there were caught in the tide of spasms. His heart, dangerously overtaxed, had fallen out of fibrillation and back into tachycardia. It was pounding hard against Tav’s thin ribcage, where his own heart hammered in fear. It felt like Adam’s would punch out from his sternum and crack Tav’s ribs with the intensity at which it was beating. “It’s okay,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, I’ve got you… I’ve got-“

Then the pounding stopped.

[kpthoughts]

•T. Kaulitz x F! Reader•

-How is that fair?-

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!Not Proof read at all!

Btw the character in this is Spanish!

Warnings: Bad Language, alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol and drinking

Summary: You never say anything about the people he sleeps with so why does he feel the need to mention who you sleep with?

15 June 2007 - 11:17am

You stepped into the elevator, your head pounding from the party you had last night. The mirror plastered in the elevator made you realise the purple marks you and on your collarbone.

“For fuck sake…” You groaned, running your fingertips along one.

The makeup on your face was smudged a little and your hair was messed up. Other people probably thought of you as a junkie or something. You fixed yourself up as the elevator started to rise.

The doors opened to reveal a plain hallway with doors down each side. You walked down and pulled your key out your purse. Before you could unlock it though someone came out, your friend and band mate Georg.

“There you are! We were gonna come find you!” He laughed, noticing your neck, “Had fun?”

“Shut up!” I held my head and pushed past him.

Bill and Gustav were sat on the couches, putting on their shoes.

“Found her!” Georg smirked.

“Y/n!” Bill smiled, “We were worried sick where have you been?”

“I don’t even know…” You shook your head and kicked off the high heels which hurt your feet.

“Shit what happened to you neck?” Gustav laughed.

“Yeah Y/n! What happened to your neck!” Georg teased, walking past you to sit on the couch.

“Vampires” You replied sarcastically.

“Well you might want to find a way to stop Top from seeing…” Bill sighed, taking his shoes back off.

“Why?” You looked up at him.

“Because he’ll get all jealous and weird again!” Gustav mumbled with food in his mouth.

“Gross Gustav! And why would he get jealous?” You were starting to get tired of Tom’s shit, “He sleeps with women all the time and I don’t say anything!”

“Yeah well it’s Tom…what can you do?” Bill shrugged.

“It’s annoying is what it is…” You sighed.

Tom had heard your voice from his room and came out to see you.

“You’re back” He said softly.

“Mhm…” You nodded, looking up at him.

“What happened to you neck?” He asked, eyeing the bruises.

“Vampires” You smirked cockily.

“Right ok” He nodded with an angry tone.

He walked off and went to the kitchen. You bit the inside of your bottom lip and started to play with the ring on your finger, the one Tom gave you when you were kids.

“Who was it?” He called.

“Someone from the party” You answered, the boy’s eyes bounced around the room awkwardly, waiting for it all to kick off.

“Remember his name?” Tom turned around and leaned against the counter to face you with a glass of water in his hand.

Even though he was on the other side of the room you could feel the emotion he had and the tension between you.

“Was too drunk to care…” You said with guilt, the boy didn’t remember your name either though so I guess that’s fair.

“Right so you sleep with someone and forget their name?” He scrunched his nose for a second before taking a sip out of his glass.

“Exactly!” You stood up and joined him in the kitchen to try and relieve some tension between the boys in the living room.

“I just don’t see the point…” He shrugged his shoulders.

“What don’t you see Tom?” You snapped.

“You say you want a relationship and then hook up with some rando! It’s kind of slut behaviour…” He mumbled the last bit but you still heard it.

“Oh really?” You laughed, feeling the rise of anger burn inside you.

“Yes really!” He nodded smugly.

“You sleep with girls all the time and I don’t say anything!”

“That’s not the point!” He yelled slightly.

“What is the point then?!” You exclaimed.

“I’m just saying! If you want a relationship then don’t sleep around!” He tapped your cheek with his palm before walking out.

“Fuck you Tom!” You yelled, walking past him, “Shit what’s the time?!”

“Half eleven” Bill answered.

“Fuck! I told my sister I’d call her half hour ago!” You panicked, walking into you room.

You dialled the house phone number for you home back in Germany and put the phone to your ear.

“Y/n?!” Your sister, Rosa’s sweet, young Spanish accent called through the phone.

“Hey Cariño…Sorry for being late I was somewhere!” You apologised, sitting on your bed.

“Where were you?” She asked sweetly.

“At a friends…” You sighed.

“A boy’s?” You could tell from the way she said this she was smirking.

“No Chiquita…” You shook your head, laughing.

“So how’s America?”

“It’s ok…just excited to come home…” You sighed, the last few minutes replaying in your head.

“When will you be home? I miss you cabrona…” She whispered the last bit.

“What your language! You’re thirteen!” You teased.

“You said worse when you were my age! I’ve seen the tapes and the interviews!” She scoffed.

“I know I know!” You giggled, the feeling of missing your sister grew, “How’s mom and dad?”

“Still arguing…” She sighed.

“Next time I’ll bring you on tour with me I promise!” You insisted.

“Where you going next time?”

“Mexico”

“I wanna go to Mexico!” She said excitedly.

“I’m sure Bill will let you join us!” You smiled, “Right I’ve got to go somewhere so I’ll talk to you soon ok?”

“Ok…”

“Adios…te quiero Rosa!” (Bye…I love you Rosa) You sighed.

“Yo también te amo…” (I love you too…)

She hung up and you lowered your head. The guilt overwhelming you of leaving your sister alone with your argument parents and then being late to call her just made it worse. You collected yourself and went into you closet.

18 June 2007 - 1:34pm

Tom hasn’t spoken to you since the argument yesterday. To be honest it was hardly an argument more of a disagreement but he was still being cold towards you.

You looked up from your notebook which was balancing on your knees to see Tom let a girl out his room. He shot a look at you on the couch before walking her to the door. He had only his baggy jeans on.

“Bye…” She waved as he placed his lips on hers.

“Bye” He smiled, checking her out as she walked away.

“Who’s she?” You asked, writing song lyrics down on the paper.

He didn’t say anything and just walked to his door.

“How long you gonna ignore me?” You exclaimed.

He stopped in his doorway and took a breath.

“How’s Rosa doing?” He said, turning around.

“Fine” You rolled your eyes.

The first thing he says to you is about your sister, not the argument you had, not who the girl was, your sister. You know that they’ve always been close in a brother sister way but even so…

“Is that all you have to say?” Your eyes fixed on him.

He played with his lip piercing using his tongue and locked eyes with you. You could tell he had more to say by the look in his eyes.

“Yeah” He went back into his room.

You took a deep breath and bit your bottom lip hard.

19 June 2007 - 4:00am

You couldn’t sleep so you were sat on the balcony of your hotel room with a cigarette. Through the door you could see the main room and the front door. Your eyes dodged back and forth, Bildung to building in the view. The thought going through your head was interrupted by a thud inside.

You swung around to see Tom stumbling into the room. Out of instinct you dropped the cigarette and stamped it out with your foot before going inside to hold him up.

“Tom are you drunk?” You exclaimed, putting his arm around you.

“No…” He slurred.

“Yeah ok!” You nodded sarcastically, walking him to the couch.

“I’m completely sober!” He swayed a little.

“Uh huh!” You nodded, pushing your tongue on the inside of your cheek, “Well I hope you sober up for the morning because we have an interview to get to in a few hours!”

“Why are you here and awake? I thought you’d be sleeping with another dude” He commented coldly.

Your heart sank and your smile faded. He stared at you, his eyes looking tired. Tears welled in your eyes as you walked into your room, closing the door quietly to be sure you wouldn’t wake the others.

To avoid thinking about it all you just laid your head down on your pillow and forced yourself asleep.

2:46pm

Your eyes were fixed on the interviewer as the group talked to her. The last interaction between you and Tom replayed in your mind over and over again, you heart sinking more and more every time.

The interviewer placed one knee over the other, allowing her dress to ride up on purpose before looked at Tom, biting her lip. He was checking her out top to bottom.

“So Y/n? My next question is for you!” She smiled, moving her head to face you.

“Sì? Sorry…yes?” Spanish usually slipped through your lips when you were nervous or upset if you were in a an English to German conversation.

“The marks on your neck? Is there someone special you’re hiding?” She tilted her head.

“I- uhm…” You stammered, taking back by the question.

“Come on don’t be shy!” She pleaded.

This was a way you could get Tom really worked up.

“Yeah actually…there is!” You smiled, “I’ve been seeing him since we came to America on tour and we’ve really connected!”

You felt Tom’s glare on your face. The smirk on your face grew bigger.

“Has the group met him yet?”

“No not yet! But uhm I’m planning on letting them meet before the tour ends!” You nodded, the lie slipping out quicker than you could think.

The interview was interrupted by Tom standing up angrily. He walked out the room, slamming the door on the way.

“Tom!” You called, standing up.

Bill, Georg and Gustav exchanged looks at each other as the interviewer sat there not knowing what to do.

“Voy a matarlo…” (I’m gonna kill him…) You mumbled, following him out, “TOM!”

He ignored you and went to the fire exit, basically kicking the door open.

“Come and talk to me!!” You yelled, slamming your palm on the door as you stormed out.

“There’s nothing to talk about!” He shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t stop walking.

“You know there is but you won’t do it because you’re a pussy!!” You cried, grabbing his shoulder.

He stared down at you, the tears in your eyes said enough to him.

“I don’t want to keep arguing…” He sighed.

You let out a small laugh at his idiocy, “You’re the one causing this shit!! You ignore me, slut shame me and then argue with me again!!” Tears fell down your face.

“Don’t blame this all on me!! You’re the one sleeping around and then lying on camera to get under my skin!!” He argued back.

“I’ll do what I want Tom! You don’t own me!”

“I’m too hungover for this…” He sighed, turning around.

“FUCK YOU TOM!!” You slammed your hands on his back before he walked off, “HOW IS THAT FAIR?!”

“How is what fair?” He turned back around again.

“You can sleep with whoever you want and I don’t say anything! But when I do it, that’s when it becomes a problem! And it’s not just unfair on me either, Bill, Georg, Gustav! They have to listen to all this shit! So why don’t you just tell me why you act like this?!” Your accent slipped quite a bit, making it difficult to say some words.

“There is no reason…and I just want to go back to the room so I’ll see you later Y/n” He said walking off.

“You do this every time!! WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCKING TALK TO ME?!”

He said nothing and kept walking. You in turn walked back inside. The others were looking for you two so when they saw you they immediately came over.

“What happened?” Bill asked as you wiped a tear off your cheek.

“I wanna get drunk…” You sighed, walking through the crowd.

10:57pm

You were stumbling through the streets, the alcohol in your head was making it difficult to process anything. Your phone started to ring so you took it out and answered without looking who it is.

“Y/n?” The voice said.

“Hm…” You groaned, leaning against the wall of a building.

“You didn’t call me…” It then clicked that is was Rosa.

“Sorry Amor…” You winced, putting your hand on your head.

“Are you ok?” She knew something was up.

“I’m fine…” Your voice slurred everything you say, “Is it ok if I call you in morning?”

“Where are you?” She asked.

“Somewhere down a street near a bar…” You looked up and down the street, it was empty.

“Ok…call me in the morning!” She demanded.

“I will! Adios…”

“Adios…”

You hung up and the guilt kicked in again, this time it wasn’t that you were late, you forgot in general. And if you add you yelling at Tom, ruining the interview then it just caused you to break down in the street. You feel against a wall and sat down, yours hands in your hair.

“Y/n! Y/n!” You felt a hand on your shoulder, breaking you from all the thoughts you had.

“Tom?” You muttered softly.

“Hey…what’s going on? Rosa called me…” He knelt down.

“I’m a shit sister…a shit friend…I messed up the interview…” You sobbed.

“No! No you didn’t and you aren’t any of those things!” He held you hand and started to pull you up, “Come on! Let’s get you back to the hotel room!”

You stumbled as you stood up, so he picked you up bridal style. Your hands held the back of his neck and your head hit his chest. Both of you wanted to savour this moment, cause who knows how long it’ll last.

20 June 2007 - 1:13pm

You woke up with a pounding in your head and a sick feeling in your stomach. Even with all that going on you noticed you weren’t in your room. Cigarettes on the nightstand, baggy jeans folded in an open suitcase in the corner and the smell of his cologne brought you to realisation. He wasn’t beside you, instead the door was open to his bedroom balcony.

You got up slowly and walked to the door, he stood there against the railing with a dying cigarette between his teeth.

“Why am I in your room?” You asked quickly, “Why didn’t you put me in mine?”

“Because I didn’t what to leave you alone…” He sighed, not looking at you.

“Why?” You stood beside him and looked at him.

“Cause you were breaking down…mumbling some shit about your family, about being a bad friend, about messing things up…” He dropped the cigarette butt on the floor and stamped it out, “I also called Rosa for you…told her you were ill so she wouldn’t worry…”

“Thanks…” You sat in the chair in the corner of the balcony, “Tom can I ask you something?”

“Yeah shoot…”

“Why do you care so much about who I get with?” You stated to fidget with the ring again.

“I don’t know…” He shrugged, turning around and leaning his back against the railing.

“But you get with girls all the time and I don’t say anything…”

“Even when I’m with those girls I’m still thinking about one…they just let me forget about her for a little while…” He sighed, staring into your eyes.

“Who’s the girl?” You stared back.

He came over to you and pressed his lips against yours. His hand moved to your jaw and yours moved to the back of his neck. He pulled away and looked at you.

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[kismetconstellations]

Shiro + ♦️

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Along with his heavily implied (canonical) recurrent insomnia, and carrying so much tension that he unconsciously clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth to the point of discomfort, Shiro's mouth tends to fall open when he is sleeping, because he's unable to get enough air through his nasal passages. The bridge of his nose healed improperly from the injury he sustained during his time in captivity that left him with his prominent facial scar. This improperly healed breakage also causes him to occasionally snore, which startles him out of his sleep, and, to his eternal mortification, drool, thanks to his open mouth. All of which combine with his hypervigilance and fear of being seen as weak and incentivize him to ensure that he's never sleeping where someone else can see him.

When his insomnia is at its worst, and his brain and body are their most restless, he opts for exercise and/or reading (he'll do both simultaneously when he can), charting the stars, and general maintenance check-ins with the Atlas. He refuses to remain idle when he can be useful.

His hobbies consist of listening to classical music (Gustav Holst's The Planets Suite and the selection, Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity, from it, being particular favorites), indulging in Sci-Fi films (with a soft spot for B-movies) and anime, sharpening his skills in all of his personal areas of study (fitness, combat, conflict resolution, Astronomy, Astrophysics, alien languages, intergalactic cultural disparities, obligatory intergalactic cultural and species sensitivity training, Philosophy, meditation, and Altean quintessence alchemy-- something that plays a much larger role in his day to day life than he ever anticipated, since it saved his life, powers his ship and his right arm, and slightly altered his genetic makeup. Plus, learning about it gives him all the more opportunity to spend time with one of his best and dearest friends), and building his own custom hoverbike from scratch.

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Thank you very much for asking! ❤

[seahymns]

#           𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔           said;           ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒. ❜           ― 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. / accepting.

❝   𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅,  𝗂  𝖽𝗈.  𝗂  𝖽𝗈  𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾  𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍  𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋  𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌,  𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾.  i  really  do.  but  it’s  not  polite  to  go  snooping  around  other  people’s  personal  belongings  and  then  get  upset  because you’ve  found  something  that  you  don’t  particularly  like.   ❞   a  heavy  frown  creases  his  features  in  permanent  annoyance,  his  sharp  tone  leaping  through  the  air  as  bright  blue  eyes  flicker  to  fire  a  pointed  look  in  rose’s  direction.  he  takes  a  few  steps  forward  and  closes  the  distance  between  them,  brows  furrowing  as  he  unceremoniously  plucks  his  sketchbook  from  her  delicate  hands.  his  nose  crinkles,  offended  and  hurt  in  equal  measure.  he  doesn’t  think  that  he’s  ever  given  her  a  reason  to  mistrust  him  —  he’s  so  hopelessly  devoted  to  her,  head  over  heels  in  love.  so,  why  does  she  continue  to  question  his  intentions?  

❝   and  even  though,  i  do  care  about  you,  i’m  tired  because  we’ve  had  this  conversation  before.  countless  times.  that’s  what’s  so  frustrating,  you  know?  ‘cause  it  feels  like  we’re  moving  in  circles.  again,  you  don’t  even  have  a  reason  to  be  jealous!  i’m  not  inviting  those  women  out  for  dinner  or  romantic  walks  in  the  park  for  god’s  sake.  besides,  artists  have  been  doing  this  for  centuries.  centuries,  rose!   ❞   he  scoffs,  clutching  the  sketchbook  to  his  chest  and  folding  his  arms  in  a  defensive  manner.  the  vein  on  the  side  of  his  neck  throbbing.   ❝   sandro botticelli,  gustav  klimt,  john  william  waterhouse,  jean-léon  gérome…  and  that’s  just  the  tip  of  the  iceberg!  they  all  had  their  muses,  but  i  highly  doubt  they  had  romantic  relationships  with  all  of  them.  and even if they did, so what? i'm not that kind of person and you should know it by now. what happened in paris, happened before i'd met you, and is now thousands of miles away! so, why  can’t  you  put  your  jealousy  aside  for  a  moment  and  just  be  supportive  of  my  work, @hearthymns?   ❞   a  long  pause,  followed  by  a  huff  and  a  grumble,   ❝   also,  if  you  want  to  see  my  stuff,  all  you  have  to  do  is  ask.  no  need  to  be  a  busybody.   ❞

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .08

"Oh, my star!"

As fans cheered and lights flashed along with flowers being thrown onto the stage. Bill and I caught some or dodging others we smiled waving to everyone before we have to leave the stage once more. Tom already let his guitar hanging from his neck, side hugging his brother. Georg standing next to me with his hand in mine. “Have a wonderful night!” I yelled only to get more cheers. I laughed, blowing kisses one last time before we have to get off. Gustav smacked his drumsticks in the air, following behind. 

Today was our 8th show. Only 12 more to go until we are in the United States. I’m super excited, about having more friends and family there to see. Bill hugs me tightly, and my heels lift up as he is a bit taller than I am. (If not I’m sorry)

Johanna comes running up to us with her camera in hand. “You have no idea how amazing you guys looked tonight!” She squeals, shaking around the device we all laugh begging her to show us. “No, not until I edit them and everything on the bus tonight!” She leans into Gustav as we continue walking into our room before meeting with some fans outside. 

“I do want to warn you guys tho,” She starts off, looking around before she says anything else. “Havi is gonna be here, along with Earl. I told them everything was okay over the phone but they wanted to talk to you guys themselves.” She makes a face, worriedly watching our reactions. I look up at Bill who was looking at Tom. It was like they were communicating in their heads.

Havi and Earl are our actual managers. We barely see them though. They only really come around to our big shows and the bigger opportunities we get. It’s a lot better this way since they are pretty toxic. Havi and Earl are in the same company due to us being childhood friends we joined together because of our parents. “Say something.” She pleads and Gustav clears his throat. “Thank you for uh letting us know.” He smiles at her, they look into each other's eyes for a moment but it was cut off by Tom speaking up this time. “I messed up when we had that big show, it’s just to let us know.” He sighs, placing his head into his hands. 

“You did amazing what are you talking about?” I roll my eyes, it wasn’t towards him it’s just I hate how we get because of them. We all start beating ourselves up before they even come in and say anything to us. “No that one riff in Forgotten Child. And in your song Take Away. That day was horrible.” He stands up, grabbing a water bottle quite aggressively. “You had some nerves, it was Paris France! We had a little bit of an expectation to uphold and I’d say it was pretty fucking amazing.” I shrug, leaning back into the couch, playing with Bill’s shirt behind him. 

“You’re one to talk, you haven’t messed up at all.” Tom points to me, I sit right back up. 

“What do you mean? I literally hit so many flat notes. And! My hand slipped on my guitar.” I exclaim he shakes his head about to continue to say more but there was a loud knock on the door and then it bursts open. We all stand up immediately, straightening our posture since it was the managers and what seemed like apprentices? Trainees? 

“Oh, my star!” Havi comes directly to me, arms open for her to just grab my face and then give me air kisses. “Hi, Havi.” I force a smile upon my face. “Tokio Hotel.” She nods their way as Earl barely gives any of us a look. He was writing away on a notepad before shoving it into his apprentice's arms who seemed to already be carrying a  bunch of other things. He looked practically miserable. 

“So, we’re here today to talk about a few things.” Earl establishes a new conversation. One we’re currently dreading to hear about. “First, sit down.” He states, all of us plopping right back onto the couch. Gustav gives up his seat for Johanna and he sits on the arm of the couch next to her.  

“You guys hired Johanna it seems?” He pokes his eyes out from his glasses as they leaned down on his nose. “That was me.” I put my hand up.

“I didn’t ask who. I am however asking why it wasn’t run through us first?” He questions, playing with the pen in his fingers. 

“I thought it was a good idea. You guys don’t manage pictures for us. I needed someone to.” I nervously say, my hands lying in my lap as my leg bounces up and down. My eyes scattered all over the room to avoid anyone's eyes. I stutter when eyes are on me. I can’t speak confidently with eyes on me. 

“Oh, so you just make decisions now?” His voice booms as he steps closer, I manage not to flinch squeezing my hands tighter together. “No, sir. I’m sorry but you guys didn’t answer and it’s coming out of my bank so.” I stare at his shoes, he wasn’t moving any closer this time but now I felt embarrassed. I never told the boys that it came out of my account to pay her. She didn’t even know and now that they do they’re probably going to get upset as well. “Hm, I guess that does change a few things.” Havi huffs, a hand lays on her hip. 

“Moving on from that. Tom,” She faces him, his eyes don’t even meet hers. She looks past him. “I need you to have some more practice. Your stance is a little charismatic and you’re still messing up.” She waits for him to respond but just earning a nod she moves on to the next thing. “Georg, give a little more light to [Name] and Bill. They’re truly the stars. Well my [Name] is.” She sickly smiles at him and he apologizes quietly. My heart begins to pick up. That’s not true. 

“Gustav, interact with people more. You’re like a mouse that’s barely even there.” She roughly tells him.

“Bill, enough with the movement, calm it down before you give me a heart attack.” 

I start to breathe a little loudly trying to calm myself down. They hate, hate, and hate everything. We never hear anything good about our shows. “Anything else to dictate?” I mutter, I honestly didn’t even mean to say it but now with everyone’s eyes on me I really wish I didn’t. 

“Excuse me?” Earl steps closer and now my face is at his stomach level. It felt inappropriate and I begin to sweat from how nervous I am. “I’m just saying that… you guys never say anything nice. It’s always, it’s always negative.” I stutter, my chest rapidly going up and down, a hand slid into mine from my lap, and with how I was feeling I really didn’t pay attention to who it was. “Well,” His fingers go underneath my chin, lifting it up to look at him. 

“If you don’t like what I got to say that’s too damn bad.” He’s right, there’s no other company we could go into, and without a manager, we’re screwed. Especially since this is the top company in the world. They’ve gotten us into things we couldn’t have even dreamed of entering without them. “Now suck it up you got people to meet.” He taps my face three times.

“One last thing before we go.” Havi places a hand on her hip.

“Tom and [Name] need to be seen more in public alone. The publicity is amazing for you guys.” She grins, pointing between the two of us and I turn to see Tom who was nodding. “[Name] doesn’t let anyone see you with your boyfriend. If it does you need to end it as I say.” I don’t respond and she just leaves mumbling about how she’s going to call me later anyway. I look down to see our hands entangled together. But for some reason, I don’t want to let go. As Earl leaves I let out a loud breath that I was holding in to stop my tears.

My hands were shaking as my body racks with me hyperventilating. I squeeze onto Tom’s hand as a hand traces up and down my back. “Hey, it’s okay,” Tom whispers into my ear, Bill was the one rubbing my back. Gustav, Georg, and Johanna talked about what just happened. “I’m sorry.” I hiccup between ragged breaths.

“Don’t worry about it,” Georg tells me. “They’re just assholes,” Tom adds as well, after a few minutes I was leaning into Tom’s side as he still held my hand. Bill was standing, he had gotten the makeup to fix what I did to my face. Johanna was on the other side of me, going through the pictures on her camera, showing Gustav. He was the only person that got to see of course. 

“I don’t want to get up.” I whisper, Tom just rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. “You don’t need to.” He tells me back. 

“Yeah, I’ll just get on my knees for you.” Bill winks, causing me to chuckle after I had just finished sobbing. “Only he’d do it for you.” Tom nudges me, I try not to make a comment, smirking instead. He’s holding my hand and letting me lean on him but I don’t think he’d draw the line at getting on his knees for me. 

Having to sit up straight I finally let go of Tom’s hand, letting Bill do my makeup. He really didn’t have to get on his knees as he stood back up and just had my head up. I calmly sat there with my eyes closed. My hand felt empty.

Cold even. I didn’t like it. Missing the warmth it gave along with the comfort. Feeling almost like a baby after crying. My face felt clean even with all the makeup that went through my pores. Even though it now puffs out in the slightest I felt prettier. I felt tired as well. Wanting nothing more than to just keep my eyes closed and leaned back onto Tom. 

Maybe it would be better if it was Jace instead. Maybe even the couch. Tom was just helping me so I could calm down before seeing the guests. His words still stuck in my mind.

It’s just to get through the tour. He doesn’t want to be my friend. 

I would like nothing more than to be his friend.

He doesn’t want to be mine.

Why doesn’t he want to be mine?

My… friend?

Yeah..... Sorry for another later post. This week I'm graduating so I have a lot going on lol along with work too. I'm going to try to write another chapter tonight but again don't hold your breath. Thank ya for your patience my loves. I'm finally sort of getting over this sickness. I just have a cough and a stuffy nose now.

[unreadpoppy]

Letting go of what might have been and letting something new in (previously titled Goodbye)

Author's Note: So, this is what I imagine would be an epilogue for Elizabeth, after the campaign is done. Also i'm not a 100% satisfied with this but it was the best i could do.

Pairing: Elizabeth Adawolf x Kallista

Word Count: 1393

TW: none besides talk of grief and a slight suicide attempt mention (it is implied that the character tried it but it's not really said).

I'm gonna tag @littlemoondarling to show you I finisehd the thing and @desenhosdebolso because they are part of the campaign, so it only seems fair.

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It was the first time that week that it hadn't rained. It was not a particularly sunny day, but it was better than nothing. Willie, the groundskeeper of the cemetery, was working overtime, cleaning the tombstones, removing the fallen leaves from the ground and trying his best to keep the place clean. It was what the dead deserved. 

As he swept the sweat from his brow, he noticed a figure in the horizon. They were mounted alone on a horse. He couldn’t make out the person’s features, even as they got closer, for their face was hidden in a scarf that ran over their nose, and they had a hood drawn over their head. 

Although Willie was suspicious, he decided to go back to his work. He heard when the mysterious figure got off their horse and tied its reins on a nearby tree. He kept his eyes trained on them as they walked in the cemetery, not even looking at him, and heading towards one of the least visited mausoleums in the cemetery.

The Adawolfs. 

Elizabeth barely remembered the last time she’d been there. She might’ve been nine or ten years old, when her last living grandmother passed away. She could barely understand what was going on at that time, only seeing everyone crying a lot and having to wear black for a week.

Before she entered, Elizabeth took a good look at the outside. Her family’s name was written above the entrance, and on both sides of it there were statues of wolves - the Adawolf’s sigil. Still with her hood and scarf up, she breathed and entered the mausoleum. 

In the middle of the mausoleum was the tomb of the first Adawolf and his wife. On the walls, the other generations of the family had had their coffins placed there, with inscriptions on the front signaling who they were. 

Elizabeth passed her hand over the many names of her ancestors. The many mothers, fathers and children who had been buried there centuries ago. Many had been separated in life, but here, they had been reunited once again. 

Eventually, she found what she had looked for. 

Between two shelves, there was space with a somewhat large blue urn. Underneath it was written:

Here lies the last members of the Adawolf family all lost in the great fire 2532. Due to the circumstances of their deaths, their ashes have been stored together. May their souls find rest.

Henry August Richard Adawolf ⭐01/10/ 2475 - ✝️25/12/2532

Anne-Marie Adawolf ⭐20/06/2494 - ✝️25/12/2532

Edward Herbert Stephen Adawolf ⭐03/07/2512 - ✝️25/12/2532

Elizabeth Louise Victoria Adawolf ⭐20/12/2516 - ✝️25/12/2532

Henrietta Augusta Thereza  Adawolf ⭐01/09/2517 - ✝️25/12/2532

Gustav Albert Gaston Adawolf ⭐27/11/2518 - ✝️25/12/2532

Genevieve Maria Antonia Adawolf ⭐01/01/2522 - ✝️25/12/2532

Elizabeth kept tracing her fingers on where her name was written, to the point where she was getting dirty underneath her nails. Although the inscription was incorrect to include her, Elizabeth thought it a bit poetic. 

Yes, she stood there, living and breathing, but a part of her had died that day. A part of her that had been forgotten, forever resting with her family. With shaky hands, she took the urn and held it close to her chest. She stayed like that for sometime.

Eventually, she opened the urn, and put the ashes on a small wooden box she had brought with her, inside her bag. Putting the urn back in its place, she left the mausoleum. 

Outside, Willie saw the figure walking towards him.   

“Are you the groundskeeper?”

“Yes.” he said dryly. 

The person opened her bag, retrieving two items, one in each hand. They threw a small leather bag at him.

“The gold is yours if you plant and take care of these flowers for me” they then opened their other hand, showing a few seeds. 

The groundskeeper looked inside the bag, counting the gold. It was good money and so he took the seeds. 

“Where do you want them to be planted?”

“In front of the Adawolf mausoleum.” 

He nodded. “And what type of flowers are these?”

“Forget-me-nots” they replied, and then started to walk away. Before they could get very far, however, Willie caught up.

“Wait. Who are you?”

“Why do you care?” They replied. 

“No one has visited the Adawolfs in years. How do I know you’re not trying to do something bad?” Willie had a great memory. He knew the name of every single person buried in the cemetery and knew who had come to visit them. 

The person sighed, their back turned to him. “I would never dream of harming their final resting place.” 

“Hum… I still don’t know if I can trust what you’re saying”

They lowered their hood, and a mass of black hair, with a few white ones, was at display. They also removed their scarf and finally turned around. 

At first, Willie had no idea who this was. But when he looked better at the scars the woman had, noticing how they were all from fire, and the ring pendant in her necklace, one that had a wolf sigil in it, he made a connection.

“It can’t be,” he said, exasperated. “All the Adawolfs are dead”

“Not all of them’’ Was all the woman said before finally leaving. He tried to shout after her but it was useless. The ghost of the Adawolf was long gone now. 

It took Elizabeth a few days to arrive at the hill top close to where her home had been but finally she was there. It was raining, which had complicated her journey, but she was determined to complete her task. 

She opened her bag, retrieving the small wooden box. 

“I should have done this a long time ago.” She said to the box. “But I couldn’t bring myself to let go. To say goodbye. I had held on to this absurd hope that someday, I’d have all of you again. That this was all some terrible dream I would soon wake up from and everything would be as it was. I even tried to find you in death” 

She smiled sadly to herself. “But then I saw father again, and all that my life could have been and…I didn’t want that.” The tears that had formed in her eye were now falling down her cheek. “Saying goodbye was the hardest thing to do and it still is. I wish I could stay with all of you. But I can’t. I have no future living in the past.”  

When the rain stopped, Elizabeth opened the box, taking a bit of the ashes in her. “And so, I free all of you. And in doing so, I free myself as well.” She called their names as she poured more of the ashes away, and saw the wind scattering them. 

Once she was done, she closed the box and she collapsed. Elizabeth knelt on the ground, holding the box close. 

After a few minutes, she heard footsteps running towards her. 

“Elizabeth!” she heard Kallista shout. 

The tiefling had accompanied her, but stayed behind, to allow her a moment alone. When she saw her lover go down, she ran. 

Elizabeth felt her hands on her face. “Are you alright?” Kallista asked, worried. 

She sniffled before replying “I will be.” 

Elizabeth put the box on the ground, and with Kallista’s help, she stood up. They embraced each other. 

A moment passed and she said “Let us go. I am done here”

Kallista nodded. “Alright, but if you feel like you need more time, we can stay.”

“No. All that I need is already holding me” She said, looking at their intertwined hands. “My family is gone. I’ll never have them back.” Elizabeth paused. “It’s time for me to make my own family. With you.” 

Kallista smiled and they touched their foreheads. 

“The journey to where we are now was long,” Kallista said. 

“Yes. And the next part will be just as long.” Elizabeth replied, putting a hand on her belly. 

“Indeed.” The tiefling agreed, covering her lover’s hand. “But I’m glad I’ll be doing it with you.” 

The women smiled and then kissed, and as the clouds cleared and the sun shone above them, Elizabeth knew she had a lot to look forward to.

[artinandwritin]

Im back at it again with another cute little domestic GusSiri one-shot cuz writing is great lmao

This takes place a few weeks before the birth of their second child, their stillborn son Konrad. So yeah, by this point, Seer's on permanent bedrest, not just bc of the ill child she's carrying, also because of a fever and general bad mental health. She isn't having a lot of fun, but Gustav do be being a funky husband to her and trying to make things fun for her

Ugh the way I love them

Oh-So-Loving;

Siri could feel her skin burning as her fever ran its course. Being forced to stay in bed by her oh-so-loving husband and the healers, the woman couldn't do much except stare at the ceiling.

Oh, well, it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. She had been on bedrest quite some times already the last few months, so it felt quite familiar.

Coughing painfully, she rolled on her side to try and clear her airways. Pressing a hand against her stomach, the child she had been carrying for almost five months turned in protest.

Just as she wanted to groan, the door swung open, and Gustav appeared, carrying a small tray with a bowl, a mug and something she couldn't quite recognise in his hands. The smile he was wearing pulled into a frown as he noticed her coughing fit.

'Hey, babe, you good? That sounds... Uncomfortable,' he asked, glancing at her as he put the tray on the nightstand, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, gently pressing the back of his hand against her warm forehead. 'Oh, yeah, that doesn't feel good. I'd better tell Fishlegs you're staying home for a few more days!'

Siri nodded, forcing a soft smile as she reached out for his hand. 'Hm-hmm... T-thank you... What did you make...?'

'Soup, by hand, fresh vegetables.' Gustav grinned proudly, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. 'Made sure it doesn't have any broccoli so you don't get a nausea fit. Oh! And tea. I made the best tea a woman can get, from the finest leaves your mom gave me. Trust me, you and our baby are in great care with me.'

'O-oh, I know,' Siri laughed softly, pushing herself up to nuzzle against his side. 'Y-You're too sweet, I-I... I appreciate it.'

She smiled softly as she pressed her lips to his cheek, thinking about how Gustav, when she had fallen ill a few days earlier, had panicked, not having known how to handle a sick person around, but trying his best without question. He had asked around, he had told her, had bothered everyone he knew, just to figure out how to take care of her.

It was the bare minimum, but she felt so loved, surely after having been married for almost two years.

'Did they move again already?' Gustav interrupted her wanderings, pressing his hand against her rounded belly with an almost childlike excitement in his eyes. Siri couldn't help but put her hand over his and nod. 'They did... It's been getting more and more and h-honestly, with how... Active, they are, it wouldn't surprise me if they take after you.'

She booped his nose; Gustav grinned his cheeky grin, quickly kissing her. 'That would be the dream, of course! But, a mini you also sounds perfect! Either way, as long as they're healthy-'

'Hm-hmm,' Siri muttered, gently squeezing his hand. A deep breath escaped her, and she casted a glance to the small tray with food Gustav had set on the bed. She reached out, her fingers grazing over the little object she hadn't been able to see before; a small package, wrapped together with a tiny bow.

'Now... W-what do we have here, my Captain?' she asked, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked up at her husband - the sudden blush on his cheeks didn't escape her.

'Well, that's a present I got. For you. Cuz I know you love it when I get little things for you,' Gustav explained, grinning brightly as his eyes followed his wife's hands while she played around with the package. 'And can't I spoil my lovely, pregnant wife who just so happens to be sick?'

Siri laughed softly, sinking back into her pillows. 'I-I don't see why you can't... That's so sweet of you, Gustav. Really.'

Under her husband's watchful eyes, Siri gently opened the package - a bright smile appeared on her pale face as she saw what it was.

'Y-You got me a golden bracelet...?' she asked, a tone of disbelief to her voice. 'H-how did you-'

'I made it myself!' Gustav quickly explained, putting his hand over hers. 'At the forge, Gobber helped me. I carved our names into it, and those flowers you like so much. Are you... Happy? With it?'

Siri nodded, quickly pulling him in for a hug as she let out a soft laugh. 'O-of course! I love it, it's so beautiful... Thank you, Gustav.'

'Hey, no problem,' Gustav grinned, hugging her back. 'Anything to cheer you up! And, I like doing things for you too, like making you presents, and cooking you dinner...'

A smile appeared on Siri's face; she felt her heart swell in adoration. She wanted to say something to thank him, but was interrupted when she felt a slight flutter inside her belly. A gasp escaped her; she grabbed onto Gustav's arm, quickly pulling his hand to her stomach. 'They're kicking,' she said, the brightest smile on her face.

Gustav's eyes widened, and he quickly leaned in, gently rubbing his wife's belly. 'Hi,' he brought out - he took in a sharp breath of air when he felt the kick as well. 'Oh- yeah, yeah. Hi, kiddo. It's daddy, I'm taking care of your mommy and you! Please be okay in there for us, m'kay? We can't wait to meet you!'

'What do you wanna name them...?' Siri asked softly, reaching out to gently move her husband's hair away from his forehead. 'S-something to honor our... Our little Niv, o-or...?'

Gustav shrugged. 'I don't know. Let's, y'know, see how it goes first. But, I'm feeling pretty lucky about this one - and let's be honest, are we really gonna be that unlucky and lose, well, two babies in a row? That would be pretty unfair.'

'Y-yeah, you're right,' Siri nodded slowly, taking a deep breath - when another cough came up. She jerked forward, her throat aching as her lungs squeezed together. 'O-oh-'

Gustav's face pulled into a frown, and he quickly ushered his wife down underneath her blankets. 'I- yeah, I think I'd better let you rest. Don't forget your soup, okay, babe? Astrid will kill me if you don't eat it.'

Taking a deep breath, Siri nodded, shivering underneath her blankets. She took another glance at her husband, muttering a soft, 't-thank you...'

'Hey, no problemo,' Gustav saluted her as he stood up, dusting off his knees. 'I'll leave you be, m'kay? Just call me when you need me.'

With that, he walked down the stairs, back to their living room - as Siri closed her eyes, trying to calm down, she heard him whistle, and a smile appeared on her lips.

What was she happy with her oh-so-loving husband.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags!! Just some nice GusSiri fluff to brighten your day <333

[stardustloserdoll]

secret kisses

“bill we can’t.. they’re gonna see us.” i whispered against his lips, softly pushing against his chest to separate us.

bill only shook his head and pressed his lips against mine smiling. closing my eyes, i continued kissing him putting my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my waist. the kiss began getting heated until..

“guys time for band practiceeee.” tom sang from the outside of the dressing room, the footsteps nearing. we both pulled away and fixed ourselves up, sitting up on the couch.

bill pressed on the cd player that was on the desk beside and turned the volume up playing a random song.

he picked up a magazine and began flipping through random pages pretending to read it. i took out my flip phone, preparing to pretend to type on it.

“hey there you guys are, we’ve been waiting on you.” tom smiled as he pointed behind him. “oh sorry we were listening to music, must’ve been too loud.” bill said smiling putting down the magazine and leaning over turning off the cd player.

“oh that’s okay..anyways y/n i brought your guitar.” tom said handing me it. “you guys okay? you look a little.. crazy.” tom said pointing to our hair.

“yeah we’re fine! thanks by the way..” i said smoothing my hair.

silence

“okay let’s go!” bill clapped his hands and stood up, making his way out the door skipping.

“good job guys!” bill said as he set down the microphone on the stand and sat on the floor. putting down my guitar i walked over and sat next to him.

“we’re gonna get some snacks do you guys want something?” georg said as he set his bass down, following behind tom and gustav. “mm chips please.” i said smiling.

“me too, and two waters pleaseee.” bill yelled. “thank you.” bill and i yelled at the same time, we both looked at each other and laughed.

silence once again

“you played really good.” bill spoke as he leaned close to my face. “you sang really good.” i smiled leaning mine in to his. as our faces grew closer we kissed.

bill placed his hands on my waist, guiding me to sit on his lap never breaking the kiss. “we need to stop doing this.” i said pulling back looking into his eyes.

“you’re right. i don’t wanna keep this a secret anymore. if we told them they’re gonna be annoying about it.” bill said as put one hand up to my cheek and rubbed it softly with his thumb.

“I KNEW IT.” we both whipped our heads towards them. tom yelled as he threw the bags of chips at us. georg and gustav stood there in shock.

“awww my brother has a special someone.” tom went up to him squishing his cheeks, bill slapping his hands away. “y/n and bill sitting in a tree k i s s i n g.” georg and gustav sang as they pretended to kiss each other.

“see..” bill rolled his eyes and began hugging me, “at least we don’t have to hide it anymore that we’re dating.” i said kissing his nose.

[aeronis108]

200 Words A Day #29

*This is part 1 of the Baron 1898 story, the dive-coaster in the Efteling. I have translated a few important words, behind which are the Dutch names.*

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1894...

It was a dark night and a man was traveling on his own. He had been wandering for a while and his feet had been hurting the last few miles.

He huffed and panted as he made his way through the swamp, he looked at the horizon.

What was that?

Light! A village! He had been saved!

The man was almost running by the time he entered the village.

He ignored the funny looks the residents kept giving him. He walked further with his head held high.

There was one boy who didn’t seem to look down upon him, but rather with curiosity. The young boy couldn’t be older than 14 summers old.

“Excuse me.” The man approached the boy. “Would you mind telling me where the nearest inn is?”

“Of course, sir!” The boy said. “I work at The Sundew, the only inn in Heathside! My father is the owner. I could take you there.”

The man nodded at him. “Thank you.”

“My name is Jochem, what’s yours.” The boy asked while leading the man to The Sundew.

“Gustave.”

“It’s good to meet you, Gustave!”

Gustave and Jochem entered the inn, the boy immediately greeted his father and explained the situation.

The innkeeper asked Gustave for his first and last name.

“Just Gustave, please.”

“Sir, I need your last name.” The innkeeper insisted.

“I can’t give it to you.” He smiled. “Just Gustave is fine.”

Jochem’s father raised an eyebrow with a sigh but signed his name as Gustave anyway. “All right, then, Sir. Room 8 is yours for the night.” He handed him a key with an eight imprinted on it. “Is there anything you need?”

“A hot meal and a bath would be nice.”

The innkeeper nodded once, then turned around to approach the cook working in the kitchen.

Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and her sparkling eyes were a dark hazel colour. She seemed to be around Jochem’s age, maybe a year older.

“Dorothy!” *Doortje in Dutch* “Prepare a meal and a bath for room 8, please!”

“Will do!” The girl yelled back.

The innkeeper looked back at the man in front of him. “It should be read in an hour or so.”

Gustave nodded at him, then sat down at a table and laid out his maps in front of him, studying.

The boy from earlier, Jochem, tried to sneakily look at what he was doing.

Gustave noticed and replied in an amused tone; “You could just ask, you know?”

“S-Sorry, Mr. Gustave.” Jochem hastily looked away.

“There’s nothing wrong with being curious, Jochem. Here, sit.” He patted at the seat next to him.

Jochem sat down and looked at the map. There was Heathside and Gustave had marked a route to the port of Antwerp.

“I need to get there tomorrow, only this route will take two days.” Gustave explained. “It will get me to South America, Dolores is waiting for me there.”

“Dolores?” Jochem asked.

Gustave smiled. “My betrothed.”

“Tomorrow, you say?” The boy pointed at a shady spot on the map. “If you take the Swampy Heath...” *De Zompige Heide in Dutch*

The inn fell quiet at Jochem’s words.

His father came over to them. “Jochem! You can’t actually mean to say what I think you are going to say!”

“Will that be faster?” Gustave asked.

“If you were to leave early in the morning, you would reach the port just before the evening would start.” Jochem said.

“The Swampy Heath is cursed!” One man yelled. “Cursed, I tell you! The Wailing Women would never allow someone to step foot on their land! Not to mention the Witch Hill!” *Heksenbult in Dutch* “Bagh! Is this you’ve raised your son, innkeeper?”

“I have been there loads of times.” Jochem argued. “Together with Dorothy. Nothing ever happened.”

“Dorothy?” Gustave asked.

“Yeah, we-we’re friends.”

Gustave looked at the boy’s father. “Perhaps if he were to join me. I would be able to make it to the port in time and leave to South America.”

The boy’s father pinched his nose. “Jochem?”

“I wouldn’t mind, honestly, father. I will be able to take him there.”

“Fine, on one condition: You will be back before it gets dark.”

“Of course.” Gustave answered. “I will make sure he will come back unharmed.”

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[vampsquerade]

Hello! Would you ever consider writing a fic about an omega Doc x reader? Or a female ABO operator x reader?

hi anon! i have always wanted to put some of my ABO knowledge on here, and tbh, i might change up my rules once i have enough time again to add in love for the female operators at some point ^-^ but for now, i can most definitely write this omega!Doc for you! just for the time being, and will reference you once i eventually start making fics for the female operators c:

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Omega!Doc x Alpha!Reader: Finding Out

Trigger Warnings: Suspicion, a bit of confrontation, but is mostly fluff

When you first met Gustave back in the early days of the restart of Team Rainbow, you’d always felt that something was…off with him. You didn’t mean to think of it in a bad way, mostly just out of confusion. He didn’t smell the way an alpha or a beta should, and it just made you curious as to why that was. But this curiosity strengthened, at some point, once the two of you started dating. You would find him sometimes nuzzling up to you a lot more, and would just enjoy your scent. Never knowing how to approach the situation, you never really did.

It wasn’t until a certain day where your curiosity beckoned you further into asking, as you had seen him one morning slipping a pill into his mouth. You’d wanted to know what it was, and the one time you asked, he just said it was a vitamin C supplement he regularly took. Not really convinced by this, you just brushed it off, but tried in various ways to try and catch him before he hid the bottle he seemingly got them from. You wondered if he had truly been honest with you, wondering constantly about it. Perhaps he was sick, and didn’t want to worry you?

You were left with too many unanswered questions, and you’d get to the bottom of it one day.

Walking into the infirmary, you made your way to the back where Gustave’s office was and knocked on the door gently. You heard some shuffling from inside before Gustave opened the door, “Ah, hello mon amour. Was there something you needed?” he asked, smiling softly at you. “Just wanted to come check up on you. Finished my workouts with Mike, Aleksandr, and Saif a little early so I’m free for the rest of the day.” you say, smiling back at him. “What caused your workout to end early?” Gustave asked. “Just Mike being a grump, per the usual. Forgot he had a session with the other S.A.S, so he had to leave early because we couldn’t get to our next set.” you explain.

Gustave chuckled, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Well, that explains it. Why don’t you come inside my office with me, since you don’t have much else to do. You can spend time with me.” he suggested. Nodding, you slip inside his office and wait for him to close the door, sniffing him as you step into his office. He smelled completely different, and your eyes widened.

He smelled…sweet. Not a natural sweet you would usually pick up from nature itself, but a sweet that could have well been created artificially.

Gustave then turned to you, as you sat yourself down with wide eyes, nose still twitching as you sniffed the air. “Oh merde…” he cursed, sighing softly and reaching into his pocket. He tossed a small bottle of pills at you and you looked them over, reading the label. The ingredients list included things that were usually seen in suppressants, and you looked up at him. “Have you been hiding the fact you were an omega from me this whole time?” you ask in a gentle tone, to know you weren’t upset that you were hiding it. “Oui, I have. I just didn’t really know how to tell you. I’d remember hearing you say you had preferred betas, and tried to suppress my scent and…occasional heats.” Gustave said.

You raised a brow and handed Gustave back his suppressants, crossing your arms, “From who exactly did you hear this from?” you ask. “James and Liu Tze.” he said nonchalantly. “They lied to you. I had told them I had no preference, and would be fine dating betas AND omegas.” you say. “I had a feeling…I honestly just wanted to fit into your type.” Gustave said, running his fingers through his already slicked back hair. “Aw, Gustave,” you say, standing up and giving him a hug, “you don’t need to try and change yourself to fit my type. You’ve always caught my eye.”

Gustave relaxed a bit and hugged you back, sniffing your neck and sighing. “Thank you, I’m glad I can be my real self with you…” he said softly. “You’ve always been able to. And I’m sorry I constantly pestered you about it, I was just really curious as to why your scent was a bit unnatural.” you apologize. “It’s no worry, I just didn’t really know how to tell you. I honestly think I was just afraid of your judgement and didn’t know how to put my words together.” Gustave reassured, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and kissed him before pulling away and nuzzling into his neck. “You smell so sweet…like a nice bakery. I don’t know why you tried to hide this from me. Makes me wanna eat you up.” you tease playfully, laughing softly once you pulled away and saw his expression.

Gustave was obviously shocked, as you had also never really proposed the idea of sex with him. But now that he felt more comfortable since telling you, he was actually pretty excited to try it with you. “Well, you’re free to eat me up whenever you want. Just make sure you’re gentle with me.” he said, giving you a wink. You kissed his cheek and ran your fingers through his hair, “Thank you for your permission. You’re always free to do the same with me, when you’re more comfortable. Don’t rush, alright?” you reassure. Gustave nodded, kissing your cheek, “Alright. Now let’s spend some time here before we get back to the barracks. I’ve still a bit of work, and hopefully you could help.” he said. You nodded and sat back down in one of the seats he had, and the two of you finished his work up together.