THE WHEEZE I WHOZE

THE WHEEZE I WHOZE 😭

no one can convince me that minho and newt’s first interaction didn’t involve minho asking “dude why the hell do you talk like that”

Tokio Hotel~ Drabble

Can be seen as any member of Tokio Hotel, no warnings just fluff. Reader has curly hair.

You sleepily rubbed your eyes while tiptoeing to the living room where all your friends were, your band mates, your friends and most importantly, your boyfriend.

You entered the dimly lighted room as all eyes fell on you and your incredibly short pajamas.

“Morning, sleeping beauty!” Your band mate laughed, you smiled a little before spotting your boyfriend across the room.

You quickly walked up to him looking down to meet his eyes, he patted his lap and you immediately hugged his chest, wrapping your legs on his warm body.

You rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair, de tangling your curls once a while.

The group continued to laugh about the previous topic and drink the night away.

You later fell asleep in the arms of your lover, him kissing your forehead and whispering how much he loves you before you drifted away.

Since it’s getting colder I have this fluffy cute winter romance fiction idea but it’s long and would probably be like chapter chapter and idk if I can do that in tumblr 😭

(Plus idk what fandom I should write it for)

Let me know what you guys think and if I should start writing it 💞

little life update! didn’t kill myself 😍 my parent died so I’m currently living with the other one who’s shipping me off to military school in august (boo 🍅🍅)

currently building the courage to continue posting cause I’m insecure like that 😆

HIS HANDS 😩

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!”