Laundry Mat

Laundry Mat

tokio hotel x reader

the sound of the led lights buzzing over took the yellow lit room, the white walls that have faded into a dark grey color over time screaming for restoration, the white tiles on the ground having permanent shoe marks tattooed on them.

you sat there quietly, back leaned against the old washing machine, loudly tumbling your laundry.

your mascara was smudged, lipstick everywhere but your lips, eyeshadow staining your under eyes and was probably going to stay that way for at least a day.

the metal door creaked open, ‘who would do their laundry so late at night?’ you thought but yet, here you were, doing your laundry at the 24/7 open mat at 2 in the morning.

lucky for you it was your next door neighbor, at least he wasn’t a stranger. “hey…” he whispered, his voice echoed on the quiet room, “hey.” you whispered back with a soft smile.

you watched as he placed his laundry in an empty machine and threw some cents from his pockets before sliding down and sitting down in front of you.

“you alright?” he asked pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. “I don’t know… do I look alright?” you asked wiping some of the lipstick off your cheeks.

“don’t know,” he shrugged “I don’t know what ‘alright’ looks like”. he slid the cigarette pack on the floor tiles, the pack flying over towards you and hitting the bottom of your shoes. “I quit.” you mumbled sliding the pack back.

“good for you.” he chuckled trying to light his cigarette with a cheap lighter, “shoot, you have a lighter I can borrow?”.

you reached for your pocket and slid the lighter across the room, “thought you said you quit?” he smiled, “I did, yesterday.” you smiled.

“what’s up with you?” you asked as he slid the lighter back to you, “returned home late from tour.” he replied taking a long drag. you chuckled “oh yeah, forgot you’re famous.” with air quotes on ‘famous’.

“okay, just because your music taste sucks doesn’t mean we’re shit.” he chuckled throwing a lost sock towards you way, “ew!” you squealed as the sock hit the sleeve of your jacket.

you fixed your hair as your laughs faded into the room, “I’ve never heard your music anyway…” you teased, “oh yeah?” he pulled out an mp3 player from his pocket.

“you want to?” he asked plugging headphones in, “yeah, sure.” you nodded as he reached over to hand you the small device. you picked it up from his hand and put on the headphones in.

to be honest, they were good, really good. “mmm, not really my style.” you muttered, that was a lie and you knew damn well you would go home and blast the same music your called shit the whole night.

“well, everyones style is different.” he shrugged as you handed the mp3 player back. you felt bad about lying and decided to fix it by saying “but you are good, really good…”.

“yeah,” he snickered, “thanks.”

“no problem.” you chirped. the timer of the machine behind you went off, covering the entire room with a simple yet loud tune.

“my uh… my stuff is done.” you mumbled with a small smile as you stood up to gather your fresh laundry.

“hey uh,” he called behind you, “how about we go for coffee this weekend?”. you stuffed your laundry in your backpack and turned around to face him. “coffee?” you sneered, “I mean, it could be something else too, dinner maybe?” he added shoving his hands deep in his jeans front pockets.

“sure,” you replied, “dinner sounds nice.”

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a/n: writing isn’t enough I need to make a short film 😭 this can be imagined as any one of the members 💜 💜

I forgot to mention that this isn’t from the winter series, that series is going to be longer and placed in high school (older grades tho dw)

The realest thing I’ve seen today 😭

Even Duolingo knows

😚

Love ya too sweetie 🥰🫶

What am I doing, you ask pray tell?

Well, haha-

Sobbing because my girlfriend made me into an edit to We Fell In Love In October by girl in red.

Guys wtf 😭

If I don’t answer tomorrow know that Duolingo has my ass.

YALL NIKA SIGNED WITH BEŞIKTAŞ?? IS IT ACC TRUE ?1?1?1? SOMEONE PINCH ME

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 🍌

Bill Kaulitz x bi!daughter!reader

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With another deep sigh you were ready, ready to get this out and over with. You liked girls— well, you really liked girls and that wouldn’t be that big of a deal if you weren’t also a girl.

You knew how people and the media saw you, weird, wrong, shameful. So for years you hid it, you hid your feelings in a box and tossed it under your bed, until the box finally overflowed. You needed to get it out, you needed to express yourself, how long were you going to hide for?

You made your way towards the kitchen island, taking a seat in front of your dad who was painfully bad at making banana shakes.

“Ugh! I can’t get this thing right!” Your father huffed hitting the jammed machine with his right fist. “Dad calm down, hey— it’s not even plugged in!” You chuckled lifting up the thick cable on your hand.

“Ah, would you be such an angle and plug it in for me?” Bill relaxed into smiled as you chucked shaking your head. The blender finally started as the (awful looking) ingredients started to mix into a shake.

This was the perfect time, you thought, the blender was too loud for your dad to hear you so if you chicken out last second and regret your words there was coming back from this.

“Dad…” you mumbled obviously not masking the roaring machine, “Dad I’m into girls!” You shouted a bit louder than the blander, just enough for Bill to actually hear you.

He immediately stopped his actions, froze in place and didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t sure if he had even heard you right. “You like girls?” He asked as if he was asking you what day it was.

The way his question came out surprised you a bit, I mean— you weren’t expecting your dad to lash out yes… but you didn’t expect him to be that chill either.

“Yes… I like girls— And men! A bit.” You blurted tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie. Bill’s smile grew as he abandoned his masterpiece (devil poison) and ran over to hug you.

This hug was a special hug, like the ones you would get when you would fall out of your scooter and scrape your knee, the ones you’d get while getting shots at the doctors. It felt safe, you felt accepted and loved.

It didn’t take long enough before Bill started to question you about your crushes, the thing he was mostly curious about “So… Heather B?…”,

“Dad, oh my god! No!”

“What! I was just asking!”