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

Tom Kaulitz x fem!reader

Synopsis: He knew how one night stands worked, he’d had tons, but what was it that made him so god damn attracted to her?

Warnings: meantions of smut, overall fluff.

You woke up covered in your duvets as your phone chimed a couple times making you groan and rub your eyes, sitting up you picked up your phone and tried your best to read whatever message you got.

Unknown number? You opened your inbox and slowly started to read the texts your blurry vision making it harder to focus

“Hey, this is Tom.” Read the first text, Tom? You thought to yourself.

Tom! It clicked in your head, the guitarist you had slept with a few nights ago.

“You forgot your glasses, figured you’d want them back.”

Your glasses? What glasses?

You reached out for your night table, shuffling around the stuff as you noticed something was missing, your glasses.

Your dior glasses.

“Fuck…” you mumbled as you dialed the number in desperation of getting your expensive accessory back.

“Hello?” You called, “Hey, is this (Y/N)?” Said the voice on the other line.

“Yeah, yeah… umm, I kinda forgot my-“, “Glasses? Yeah I know they’re here right now.” Tom finished your sentence for you with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” you chuckled back, “So, if you could just drop it in the lobby of the hotel or you know whatever-“, “Why don’t you come pick it up? Does 8 sound good?” Again Tom cut you off.

You weren’t bothered by it though.

“Yeah, alright, 8 sound fine.” You replied, “Perfect, see you tonight.” He said before hanging up.

You stood there for a second, your brain trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Just gonna get my glasses back.” You mumbled to yourself trying your best to hide your excitement.

It wasn’t long until the time you’ve been waiting all day had come, at 7:43 you called a cab and drove to the hotel.

Currently it was 8:01, standing at the gates of the hotel under the big gray clouds above you.

“Alright, just go get your glasses back.” You huffed as you stepped inside the gigantic building.

It wasn’t everyday you’ve had to meet up with your one night stands.

“Hi, umm, room 834?” You asked at the receptionist who gave you a dirty look before navigating to the room.

“Thanks, bitch.” You’ve mumbled that last part of course.

The elevator dings as the door opened to your destination, floor 8.

You slowly walked around the hall, your heels clicking with every step you took against the carpet floor.

Room 834… Room 834… And there it was.

Instead of standing awkwardly in front of the door you decided to knock.

A couple of seconds later the boy opened the door from the other side.

“(Y/N), hold on for a moment…” he said before disappearing back into the room.

He came back with your glasses and leaned against the doorway.

“Here,” he handed you your expensive glasses carefully, “Thanks” you smiled as you caressed your glasses.

Even though this was exactly why you got here his looks and the way he gazed into your eyes made it seem like he wanted more than that.

And not going to lie, you also wanted that, that thing that makes your mind go fuzzy and make you forget about all the things you should worry about.

So without further ado you collided your lips together, his hands traveling to your waist squeezing the parts that your jeans highlighted.

You don’t quite remember how you ended up here, laying flat on Tom’s bed as his head on you bare chest, your hand massaging his scalp every now and then.

“You do this with every girl?” You asked breaking the silence,

“Do what?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Call them to your room, have sex, send them away right after?”

He chuckled at your obvious detailed question, “Not like this…” he replied lifting his head from your chest.

“Right, the girls you’ve fucked right in this room would disagree.” You chuckled.

“Yeah but, never called any of them back…” he gazed into your eyes as his index finger brushed across your cheek.

“You’re saying I’m special?” You smiled sheepishly, “You sure do feel special.” He smiled back.

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 ☺️

imagine baker!reader x georg listing

waiting in the small library in front of your bakery holding a placement book until you open the glass doors to your small shop.

walking inside the warm, cozy bakery as if he wasn’t waiting for this all morning long.

asking for your recommendation on the freshly baked pastries.

“accidentally” touching your hand as you hand him the box of small pies.

asking for extra napkins only to write his number on them.

doing all this with a sweet smile plastered on his soft face.

leaving the bakery with his hands full pastry boxes, knowing the same thing was going to happen again the next morning.

YALL IM SO INSECURE ABT THE STORY IDK IF I SHOULD CONTINUE 😭

(say yes or no in the comments pls)

Anything for you 😘😘

My babe is fucking psycho.

This lady saw a guy in the street after her phone died, took it, logged into Tumblr to text me instead of her mama.

I feel so honored rn bae

This is my babe. The one who holds my hostage willingly in the night.