Yo Guys Why Do I Feel Like Bill Would Be The Type To Joke About Something And If You Pretend To Get Mad

yo guys why do I feel like bill would be the type to joke about something and if you pretend to get mad he wouldn’t understand it first but eventually would realize that he hurt your feelings and would buy flowers, chocolates, crisps and any snack you want for you to be like

“bill, I wasn’t mad at you!”

and even then he wouldn’t be convinced until you cuddled him for at least and hour straight as he blabbered about how sorry he is and how much he loves you <3

The realest thing I’ve seen today 😭

Even Duolingo knows

Sick Birdie

Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

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You heard a set of keys jiggling through the hallow corridor, smiling to yourself a little before returning back to chopping vegetables.

Bill, who you knew was out the door, banged his forehead against the metal door, which you heard all the way from the kitchen.

Dropping down the sharp knife in your hands, you walked towards the door, slowly opening, making sure Bill doesn’t fall through.

“Are you alright, love?” You mumbled softly, your voice heaven like, immediately waking him up.

Bill smiled at you for a split second before trapping you in a loving, passionate hug. You rubbed the back of his leather jacket before placing a warm kiss on his neck.

“I’m making stew, would you like to join me?” You asked pulling away from the hug, Bill slowly nodded as you pulled him towards the kitchen.

He slumped on the chair in front of the counter, watching as you held the knife back in your delicate hands.

You continued chopping up the left over vegetables before adding them to the boiling pot.

You closed the lid on top and cleaned your hands on your apron, which had a matching pair to Bill’s.

Bill who now looked even more tired, almost fell asleep right there.

“Oh, my sleepy boy…” you chuckled softly walking over to him, cupping his face as you placed soft kisses on his face.

“Do you have a fever?” You asked with another kiss to his forehead, Bill looked up at you and shrugged.

“I think you do, come on, let’s get you to bed.” You smiled.

Bill quickly jumped off the chair and walked you to your shared room, throwing himself on the bed the second he got there.

He opened his arms for you to get in, you chuckled at your loving boyfriends antics and took off your apron before getting in his arms.

Bill, who now laid his head against the crook of your neck, pulled you in impossibly close— laying soft kisses along your jawline.

“I love you…” he mumbled, the first set of words he’d ever said after walking in that door.

You kissed his forehead that got hotter from the previous time, “I love you too, my little sick birdie.”

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A/n: I’m not American and have no idea what stew is or how to make stew so let’s all pretend this is the way to make stew ☺️

y’all this is not what I meant when I said my request were open 😭

people say self love until I start liking my own posts 🙄

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)