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I love georg he so underrated but he’s so beautiful
HES SO FINNEEE😩🫶
I <3 this photo of tom
Buzz Buzz Bitch
can you do like a tom x reader fic where theyre arguing and reader drops the line "pull up your goddamn pants you loser!" from that one sound LMAOO EVERYTIME I HEAR THAT SOUND I THINK OF TOM😭😭😭
(Hello! I love this idea sm and I couldn't help it s here ya go! Enjoy!)
Pull Up Your Pants
"Fuck you!"
"Oh, Fuck me?! Fuck you!"
"Woah!" Bill opened the door, freezing in the door frame with his hands in the air as he walked into what resembled a war zone.
"What's going on…?" Gustav asked, looking around the room to see thrown chairs, you and Tom screaming at each other and clothes thrown around.
"He's a fucking problem! A horn ass dog!" You yelled as an answer, not even looking at Gustav before you threw a shoe at Tom.
"I'm a horn ass dog?!" Tom yelled back, eyes wide in defense as he deflected the shoe, cursing as it hit his finger.
"Yeah! Eye-fucker!" You yelled back, almost laughing when you finally hit your target as Bill, Gustav and Georg walked through the door finally and stepped over thrown articles.
"At least I haven't fallen like an ass on stage!" Tom bickered back, getting a middle finger and throwing another back.
You and Tom didn't even remember how this started, you commented on his flirting with fans and it all spiraled.
Now, like the children you are, you refused to stop.
"What does that have to do with anything?" You yelled back, scoffing at Tom as he turned heel and went towards the door, still looking at you.
"I don't know!"
"Where are you even going?" Bill asked as Tom stormed past him.
"That I also don't know!"
"Don't come crying to me when your 'big dreams' fall apart!" You yelled at his retreating back, it was his usual habit to storm out then storm back into your hotel room.
"Don't fucking hold your breathe!" Tom spit over his shoulder at you, grabbing the door handle and swinging open the door.
It looked oddly weird with how Tom almost ran with his oversized pants, almost weighing him down as you took your chance before he left.
"Pull up your goddamn pants, you loser!" You yelled, completely stopping Tom in his tracks as he slowly turned to you, more offended than ever.
Tom then decided to pull up his pants by both hands, practically jumping, looking like he almost gave himself a wedgie as Gustav had to look away not to laugh and make the argument worse.
"At least I have a fatter ass than you, hoe!" Tom yelled his final insult, and even if it hurt to admit, he did.
The hoe comment was normal, as you guys were best friends before dating so comments were normal, but the ass comment got a beer can thrown at him from the table.
The beer can hit the wall, busting open just as he slammed the door closed with a loud thud, almost shaking the walls.
You all stared at the door for a moment, Gustav, Georg and Bill sharing looks as you plunked yourself onto the couch, breathing heavily.
"Wow…" Bill trailed off, getting a glare from you as he held his arm, slighting and bobbing his head.
"He really does have a fat ass." Georg let out his final thought into the room, getting a look from Bill as Gustav couldn't help but let out his laugh finally.
"Really?" You scoffed, Georg shrugged as you flipped him off.
"The pants hide it." Gustav finally agreed, Georg shot him a look, getting another one back by the Schäfer boy before they slowly turned to you.
All eyes then slowly turned to Bill, who started to collect the chairs and threw around articles.
He finally noticed the silence, turning around to see Gustav and Georg staring at him from where he could see.
Bill looked at them confused for a moment, looking down to see where their eyes were before it clicked.
"Are you guys- are you looking at my ass?!" Bill exclaimed, giving the two looks as they quickly turned away, rubbing their necks or whistling and looking at anything other than Bill.
"Oh my god?!" Bill continued on, giving the two weird looks before he turned to see you leaning back on the couch, a weird look on your face mimicking Georg's an Gustavs.
"(Name)!" Bill yelled, watching as you jumped and turned back right on the couch.
"Why?! What's is- what is wrong with you, assholes?!" Bill yelled, watching you and the two other boys exchange looks.
"I mean…you are identical twins…"
"...I hate you all.
could I request some 2007 bill dating a supermodel headcanons? It’s been on my mind lately but i’m too lazy to write it myself </3
(Hey! Sure I can! Thank you for requesting and enjoy!)
Bill Kaulitz x SuperModel
He always is happy to see you
Is such a proud boyfriend
Will gladly show off your relationship and will talk about you as much as he can without giving shit away in interviews
Would happily go to photoshoots with you
You should dragon him into photos ngl
People thought it was a publicly stunt when you guys got together
But nope!
Just two very beautiful people in love
You guys are somehow so gorgeous in every photo is annoying
He will gladly be your stylist, makeup artists and hairstylist
He is about to take everyone's job away
He finds you just so pretty
He probably saw you when he was dragged to a show or he saw you online and was like
"...Pretty."
Only word running through his mind
He found out more about you and just saw you were actually very kind and watched some videos of you
You had an amazing laugh, you were kind and very pretty
He will be in every crowd on every walk you do
Is legit jaw dropped in every outfit you're in
He finds it hard to believe you can be so pretty
Photoshoots are what he loves most
He gets to keep some pictures and gets to be there when you bring him along and see what goes on
If he didn't meet you from a show, he probably met you when his and your manager booked a photoshoot together for a magazine
And boy was so nervous the whole time
He didn't know how to pose, where to look or where to put his hands
And you guys were supposed to look together and have some sorta tension in the photos to advertise something he can't even remember due to nerves
He was giggling and flustered and trying so hard not to pass out as you try and help him
It made it worse for him
He could barely handle being so close to you
He always goes through the pictures paparazzi leaks of you guys doing legit anything and seeing just how beautiful you are
He is 100% the biggest supporter of your modeling career
Your biggest cheerleader and always front row to anything you do
crush | bill kaulitz x fem!reader
summary: being in the same band as his crush proves to be much more difficult than bill thought.
word count: 1.1k
content warnings: none.
in all honesty, bill was never really that popular when it came to girls. that was more of tom’s thing. even before the band blew up, his experience with girls being attracted to him was almost nonexistent compared to that of his twin brother’s. ever since he was young, bill stood out. his unique style, the dramatic make-up looks, the long spunky hair, the distinctive outfit choices, the piercings and tattoos, it all differed from the style of those around him. it wasn’t a rare occurrence for others to ridicule him, sometimes even finding him daunting. his style affected the way people saw and treated him, and having grown older now, he had come to the conclusion that it would take a toll on his love life as well.
when you became the band’s newest member you immediately caught bill’s attention. your confidence and the way you carried yourself sparked an interest in him, and as time passed he grew more and more attracted to you. soon enough, his heart would race whenever you two were even slightly close, and seeing you perform made him feel like he was going crazy. how could someone be so perfect? despite his crush on you being huge, bill didn’t really plan on doing anything about it. he was pretty much convinced that you’d be interested in tom anyway — like pretty much everyone else — and his past experiences with girls didn’t encourage him to make a move that much either. he tried keeping his feelings secret. he knew that the minute the rest of his bandmates found out about them he would never hear the end of it. admiring you only when no one else was looking and trying his best not to let anything about you slip during the band’s interviews, bill was convinced that he was doing a pretty good job at staying secretive. that was, of course, until he and georg were practising alone one day, cooped up in the studio.
“i think we got it this time.” the bassist stated, placing his instrument down. they were going over the chorus of one of their upcoming songs.
“yeah, i think we’re good.” bill was now gathering his things, lyric sheets spread out in front of him. “we should get going, it’s getting late.” he added.
georg nodded. he reached for the door handle, twisting it. “oh, by the way, your crush on (name) is so obvious, dude.” he smiled at the shocked expression painted on his friend’s face. “you should do something about it.” and with that, he was out the door.
bill was left in the room with his mouth wide open, wondering what the hell had just happened.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
georg’s words kept replaying in bill’s head. ‘you should do something about it’. what did he even mean by that? was there a chance that you could like him back? he was now watching you even more intently than before, trying his best to find something, anything in your behaviour that could indicate that his feelings weren’t one sided.
bill was standing behind the door of your dressing room, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. after giving it a lot of thought, he had decided to take his friend’s advice: he would finally confess his feelings for you. he knocked on the door, and soon after, you opened it, telling him to come inside.
“what’s up?” you were standing in front of him, hands resting on your hips. his heart skipped a beat.
“hey, sorry for disturbing you right before the concert. i’ve just been meaning to talk to you about something.” you nodded your head, urging him to continue. “i know that this may sound strange,” he closed his eyes for a second, “but i like you. a lot. i've liked you for a while now and i was hoping that-”
his heartfelt speech was interrupted by the sound of your laughter. much to his horror, it wasn’t the warm, hearty laugh he was used to hearing from you. no, it was scornful. you were laughing at him. he could feel his stomach twisting. he knew that he should’ve never said anything, knew that there was no way you would ever like him back.
he woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding against his chest. propping himself up on his elbows he looked around. the clock on his nightstand read 1:30 am. he had been asleep.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
ever since his nightmare, bill was even more cautious around you, if that was even possible. he was worried that you would find out about his feelings. not only would that wreck his friendship with you, but it would completely ruin the band’s dynamic. he couldn’t risk that. he told himself that if he kept his distance from you for a little his feelings would slowly subdue, and everything would go back to normal. saying that this didn’t hurt him would be a blatant lie. he felt horrible, but he was convinced that it was the only thing he could do. it didn’t take long for you to notice the change in his attitude. at first, you didn’t think much of it, but considering that you had been crushing on bill for a little over a year now, his avoidant behaviour was starting to become borderline infuriating. you decided that you couldn’t stay silent about it any longer. you waited until bill and you were alone, and before he could make up yet another excuse and leave, you confronted him.
“what did i ever do to you?” you were facing him, arms crossed.
he turned around, meeting your gaze. you felt like it had been ages ever since he had last looked you in the eyes. “what? what are you talking about?”
“bill, you’ve been avoiding me.”
he pursed his lips, now fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. “i haven’t.”
“oh please! i can’t even remember the last time you didn’t rush out of the room whenever we were alone.” your voice was starting to shake. shit, you had told yourself that you wouldn’t be weak. “i just- i don’t understand why. if i ever did anything that upset you, you should’ve just told me instead of pushing me away.” you wanted to sound confident, but it was much more difficult than you thought.
hearing the hurt in your voice made bill forget about all of his fears. you not liking him back, your friendship being ruined because of his crush, the future of the band, none of it mattered if it meant seeing you like this. he took a step closer to you.
“i’m so, so sorry, (name).” his voice was as soft as ever. “i’ve been avoiding you because i-” he took a sharp breath. “i like you. i was so scared that you’d find out and it’d ruin our friendship that i didn’t realise how weird my behaviour must’ve been. i didn’t mean to-”
“wait, you like me?” bill paused, nodding his head. you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. “god, you’re such an idiot, you know that?” his eyebrows were furrowed, and you laughed at his confused expression before leaning in to kiss him.
notes:
𖦹 this actually had a completely different ending as it was meant to be angst, but i just couldn’t bring myself to do it :,)) he would never!!
Help guys I had a fake scenario and made about about it I was so horny😭
AHH I JUST HIT 5K ON MY TOM COLLECTION😍
BILL IS SO CHARMING THAT I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S AN ANGEL OR A DEMON, BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER. ANY HEAVEN WILL BE TOO SCORCHING AND TORMENTING NEXT TO HIM. ANY HELL WILL BE ALLURING AND VOLUPTUOUS NEXT TO HIM. AND BILL IN THIS ERA LITERALLY MAKES MY KNEES HIT THE GROUND EVERY TIME I SEE HIM
I was used to the way her scent made me feel—
The dry ache in my throat, the hollow yearn in my stomach, the automatic tightening of my muscles, the excess flow of venom in my mouth.
🩶✟̭̈́⣦Favorite Zimmer 483 s͟o͟n͟g⸼ .*
FUCKING GOD, IT STUCK IN MY HEART LIKE A REFLECTION OF MY OWN FEELINGS, IT WAS IMPRINTED IN MY BRAIN LIKE A WHISPER OF THE SAME REASONING, IT LEFT MARKS ON MY BODY LIKE SCRATCHES FROM DIGGING NAILS INTO MY SKIN WHILE I WAS TRYING TO HOLD BACK MY SCREAM TO FINISH READING IT, AND ONLY THEN DO I LET MY FACE SINK INTO THE PILLOW AND SCREAM. I WILL PRAY FOR THIS, AS WELL AS FOR THE SPEEDY RELEASE OF THE CONTINUATION OF THIS MIRACLE. JUST LOOK AT WHAT A MASTERPIECE FRIEND I HAVE, SHE IS LITERALLY MY CHANCE OF SALVATION, AND I AM SO PROUD OF HER BECAUSE SHE DESERVES MORE ATTENTION TO HER POSTS, EACH OF WHICH MAKES MORE SENSE THAN IN MY LIFE..
— 2nd Chapter: Not over you.
"I can't escape, I can't erase you."
★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016.
★ Tags: Angst, fluff.
| Summary: Bill gets back to his roots; he leaves the city in which he had fallen in love for the first time, trying to forget his now ex-girlfriend—But soon he understands he's not over her yet.
• Bill narrates;
I've left California—moved away from what I've loved most in my life... the excuse? that I did it just for her, to not dig in the wound any further. In reality? I did it to get away of it all, exactly as selfish as it sounds.
I try and search for a meaning, for something that would keep me alive through this insanity, but when I close my eyes she's all I see.
I wish I could lose my other me; this has really messed me up this time.
While I was saying my last goodbye to her, picking up my last few things from her place; I repeated in my head over and over that I wouldn't regret this, none of it. But now it's been months of this back and forth of feelings that I can't even put a label on myself.
'I need to put an end to this.'
I've never felt this way before.. lost, you could say. I can't even recognize me—yeah, when I was with her it wasn't easy, but at least I knew what I wanted, her love.. her warmth. Being able to have someone to go to when I felt like I wanted to hide away from the world.
I need something to ground me, someone, whatever it is. While I was in my high, promising myself that everything would be fine—I've hung in the club on weekends, gotten home with different girls every night, hooked up with them.. but right after, they'd leave and there was nothing else behind that.
It felt empty, far from what I've been looking for: to feel the same way I've felt with her before everything got this fucked up. Because no matter what, I still search for that feeling in someone who isn't her.
Even though, as much as I try I can't get involved emotionally with anyone else. 'Cause everytime, the graphic memory of that beautiful smile appears at the back of my mind as well as all our time spent together.
And god knows I've felt guilty, like it was something I wasnt supposed to be doing, like I was betraying her.. she was still sacred to me somehow.
But I can't get home to her, and I definitely can't face my broken heart.
I stand in front of the bathroom sink, the dim lights and the foggy mirror making it hard for me to look at myself—my hand wipes it down, the clinking sound of my golden rings against the glass.. and I take a deep breath.
'I need a change' I talk to my reflection. That was it, I had to try to get rid of everything that was linked to her, and that also meant myself at some point.
I run a hand through my silver locks, while with the other, I quickly reach for the electric shaver that I've been eyeing all week.. so I plug it on, taking a deep breath before I make it land on my head after hearing the buzzing noise coming out of it when I pressed the little button—I don't even hesitate, I know what I've got to do.
From one moment to another, I see big lumps of hair starting to fall into the sink in front of me.
My eyes wet, I don't know if it's from the despair I feel or how angry I am at myself.. but I never stop, not till I have no sight of who I was before.
Right after, I have the need to light a cigarette; I make my way back into the room, with my shaky hands I grab the pack laying on the vanity—and I let out the smoke after one long drag, and for the first time I think I'm satisfied with what I see..
And no vision of her.
Inspired by the 'Not over you' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.
[ I made this, everything written here are original ideas by me. ]
JUST LOOK AT THIS COLOR!! OH MY GOD.. My blood pressure drops exactly like this gradient when I see her amazing posts..
Hey! I want moots that are into Tokio Hotel and/or interested in fanfiction, which I'll write often, so keep 'em coming! I'd also like to make friends with my same age range if possible. :)
♡ Dm's always open if any of you wanna talk ♡
• Spotify.
• My community.
| Masterlist at the end of the post. |
I also like other bands such as Bôa, Hole, Jack off Jill, Mazzy star, The Sundays, Cinema Bizarre, Panik, Extremoduro, HIM & She wants revenge! & artists such as Lana del rey, Antonio Orozco, Jeff Buckley, Lady Gaga, Fiona apple, Marina n Shakira.
- About me;
She/Her.
Bill girl, obviously!
I'm nineteen.
Don't interact if anything related nsfw bothers you.
I'm from Spain, so of course that's my first language.
Currently trying to collect all of tokio hotel's discography.
My favorite song rn is Elysa, even though that changes all the time.
Into makeup, 2000s stuff, esoterism n journaling.
My favorite movies are Coraline, Logan & Leon the professional.
I will write sometimes, so feel free to drop your request.
I can write mostly about anything, as long as you give me a detailed plot.
I'll write about all the members, no matter the era as long as they're not underage.
What I won't write about: Twincest or hardcore topics such as; eating disorders, rape, mafia, violence etc..
Masterlist;
Bill Fics:
✧ Bill eats you out ✧ I want you so bad
✧ Held in his hands ✧ At your mercy
✧ Lost in you ✧ Quiet desire
✧ Tenderly yours
— Love don't break me:
✧ 1st chapter
Over all these days of existence this post has changed so much, and my love for her has only increased..
Hey! I want moots that are into Tokio Hotel and/or interested in fanfiction, which I'll write often, so keep 'em coming! I'd also like to make friends with my same age range if possible. :)
♡ Dm's always open if any of you wanna talk ♡
• Spotify.
• My community.
| Masterlist at the end of the post. |
I also like other bands such as Bôa, Hole, Jack off Jill, Mazzy star, The Sundays, Cinema Bizarre, Panik, Extremoduro, HIM & She wants revenge! & artists such as Lana del rey, Antonio Orozco, Jeff Buckley, Lady Gaga, Fiona apple, Marina n Shakira.
- About me;
She/Her.
Bill girl, obviously!
I'm nineteen.
Don't interact if anything related nsfw bothers you.
I'm from Spain, so of course that's my first language.
Currently trying to collect all of tokio hotel's discography.
My favorite song rn is Elysa, even though that changes all the time.
Into makeup, 2000s stuff, esoterism n journaling.
My favorite movies are Coraline, Logan & Leon the professional.
I will write sometimes, so feel free to drop your request.
I can write mostly about anything, as long as you give me a detailed plot.
I'll write about all the members, no matter the era as long as they're not underage.
What I won't write about: Twincest or hardcore topics such as; eating disorders, rape, mafia, violence etc..
Masterlist;
Bill Fics:
✧ Bill eats you out ✧ I want you so bad
✧ Held in his hands ✧ At your mercy
✧ Lost in you ✧ Quiet desire
✧ Tenderly yours
— Love don't break me:
✧ 1st chapter
|Bill & Tom's BTK app ━╋
EXCUSE ME, BUT BILL'S HANDS AND GAZE?
Pinterest tag game
I forgot who I got tagged by but thank you whoever it was lmao ❤️
first pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush.
I have decided to tag: @metallicames @suzdin @boydholbrook-fan @ilovewhiteroses @90shetfield @metalmaidenn @wizard-on-whales @mxtal-up-ur-ass and whoever would like to play as well
I don't like the typical beauty standards this society forces us into, instead I search for something unique and unusual like you☆
OH MY GOD MY LUNGS AND HEART HAVE FAILED.. THIS IS THE SPIRIT OF GOD THAT I AUTOMATICALLY FELL TO MY KNEES
I want to see you break like porcelain,
I want your breath to be taken out of your lungs when you see me appear in front of you.
Look at me; fear in your eyes as I'm cooing in your ear.
'It's alright, I'll be done soon.'
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO SHOUT LOUDER THAN I ALREADY DO, BUT I'LL MAKE SOME NOISE FOR HIM
ཊ₊̣̇.Bill kaulitz, 2010₊̣̇.
I go crazy every time I read something she did. Did she invent a new kind of air? It makes me suffer so much while I burn with a flame that is hotter than hell. It is so cold, as if everything turns into porcelain ice to let my heart break harder. The author's hands are so satisfying with what she gives that it is time to make a paid entrance, like in a movie theater. The reincarnation of God came in the guise of Bill to torment my soul, but who will resist this? I'll just let him leave me like this, because I agree to any kind of attention. So why not give this attention in order to admire day after day that stamp that proves to me its heartlessness and the desire to be grateful even to pain? Is it possible that in order to maintain the shape of an angelic body, Bill, like a god, eats other people's hearts? I'm going to change my religion and become the most obedient to my divine master. Can't tell if he's going to make me die or just ease my pain..
PLSSS CAN YOU DO A BILL FICTION INSPIRED BY ONE OF THEIR MUSIC VIDEOS?? YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH ONEEE
IT WOULD BE SO COOL<3
★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016
★ Tags: Angst, fluff.
| Summary: Bill and his girlfriend have been going through different rough difficulties in their relationship for a long time now, they both know it's useless to keep being together. None of them tried to do anything about it till he decided to put an end to it.
— 1st Chapter: Love don't break me.
"I need to get home, but I keep on holding on."
• Bill narrates;
I can't believe I'm here again. I want to hold her and tell her that we'll be okay, but I don't know how cause even I don't know the answer to that.
I look around the dark room, the blinds shut, I predict it's around 2 in the morning. My arms are around myself, unable to move after another successful fight; this time seeming worse than ever, after reproaching each other about every stupid little thing there is in the book.. even though this time they weren't just a few misunderstandings—It was much more than that.
I furrow my left eyebrow, once I hear the faint sound of her sobs in the background, hitting my eardrums. I hate seeing her cry, she knows that well, as much as I also know how I shouldn't cave in. But she's already scooting closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body loosely, tightening even more the second I tried to move.
My head fell to the front, a few of a blonde-platinum strands of hair pushed to my face. I sigh as she tries to comfort herself while in touch with my skin, 'Please, don't.' She mutters as she feels how I'm starting to stretch out my limbs to stand up this time, a thing I can't get through with because my body simply won't respond.
But I'm angry, so why are my arms moving around her, why are my eyes filled with tears when I keep hearing her say over and over how sorry she is? Maybe I don't really want to go.
Why can't my heart and my head work at once?
I open my mouth to speak, her face is buried on the back of my neck, and so are my fingers in her hair when I reached out to finally touch her. 'Why do we do this?' Is everything I manage to say—I can't understand how we've gotten to this point; The fighting, the aggressive make-up and when you think you're done, more fighting again.
I want to tell her that I won't be here forever, laying on her bed—completely wrecked and thinking about all the times we've been okay together instead of living the moment. And I've got a feeling that she doesn't want to be stuck in this back and forth for much longer.
But how will we move forward? we still love each other, there's no doubt, and even if we've been told that our love is gross, we'd always managed to prove them wrong.. this time we'll make it again, right?
She looks at me, untangling herself from the grip she's had on me before—I've got a feeling that she knows what I'm thinking about by the way she's shaking her head at me. 'Don't say you're gonna give up on me.' The look on her face said it all; regret, even fear, dispair... everything at once—like she expected the worst.
But I didn't say anything, I didn't dare. I couldn't get my mind to work, everything oh so overwhelming. Till her voice pushed me off my trance. 'Say something!' It was only natural she would react like that after getting no reaction out of me, so that's when I finally managed to push myself on my feet, looking around for the shirt I discarded earlier god knows where before this argument started, to slid it back on.
'I'm tired of fighting.' I said, bitter tears still stinging the corner of my eyes as I put on the rest of my clothes, pacing around the room to pick everything up, anything that I must be forgetting to grab while I make the feint of leaving.
I sniffle from my nose, and from one moment to another she's standing up from the bed, looking completely hysterical, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she tried to get ahold of me, eyes closing tight.
'You can't leave like this..' She said again, trying to change my mind, but this time I can feel myself getting a little bit of impulse, ready to leave it all behind. The black eyeshadow that I know is staining my under eyes, I wipe it off with my knuckles.. now I'm the one who's shaking his head. I can't listen to her this time, If I keep doing so I know I'll never leave. I know I'll never run free from this golden cage that we named love.
'I'm sorry, It's over.' And I didn't even stutter this time, It felt like I've been holding those words inside me forever, like I've been meaning to say it for a long time now. A big relief rushing through my veins, as if I could breath properly again.
But she didn't look relieved, she didn't look like it had been taken a big weight off her shoulders like I thought it would. She was silent, still.. It was even frightening. I wanted to turn to her and say something else, my hands even itching to touch her one last time, but I knew it would just make it worse than it was already.
So I went away, with broken wings.—I picked up my dignity, all my pride and I walked out.
But was I doing what was the best for us? wasn't I making it worse? what if I just regret all of this in the future?
I guess I'll never know.
Inspired by the 'Love don't break me' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.
[ I made this, all fanfics posted here are original ideas by me. ]
I'm bragging about my friend ;)
PLSSS CAN YOU DO A BILL FICTION INSPIRED BY ONE OF THEIR MUSIC VIDEOS?? YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH ONEEE
IT WOULD BE SO COOL<3
★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016
★ Tags: Angst, fluff.
| Summary: Bill and his girlfriend have been going through different rough difficulties in their relationship for a long time now, they both know it's useless to keep being together. None of them tried to do anything about it till he decided to put an end to it.
— 1st Chapter: Love don't break me.
"I need to get home, but I keep on holding on."
• Bill narrates;
I can't believe I'm here again. I want to hold her and tell her that we'll be okay, but I don't know how cause even I don't know the answer to that.
I look around the dark room, the blinds shut, I predict it's around 2 in the morning. My arms are around myself, unable to move after another successful fight; this time seeming worse than ever, after reproaching each other about every stupid little thing there is in the book.. even though this time they weren't just a few misunderstandings—It was much more than that.
I furrow my left eyebrow, once I hear the faint sound of her sobs in the background, hitting my eardrums. I hate seeing her cry, she knows that well, as much as I also know how I shouldn't cave in. But she's already scooting closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body loosely, tightening even more the second I tried to move.
My head fell to the front, a few of a blonde-platinum strands of hair pushed to my face. I sigh as she tries to comfort herself while in touch with my skin, 'Please, don't.' She mutters as she feels how I'm starting to stretch out my limbs to stand up this time, a thing I can't get through with because my body simply won't respond.
But I'm angry, so why are my arms moving around her, why are my eyes filled with tears when I keep hearing her say over and over how sorry she is? Maybe I don't really want to go.
Why can't my heart and my head work at once?
I open my mouth to speak, her face is buried on the back of my neck, and so are my fingers in her hair when I reached out to finally touch her. 'Why do we do this?' Is everything I manage to say—I can't understand how we've gotten to this point; The fighting, the aggressive make-up and when you think you're done, more fighting again.
I want to tell her that I won't be here forever, laying on her bed—completely wrecked and thinking about all the times we've been okay together instead of living the moment. And I've got a feeling that she doesn't want to be stuck in this back and forth for much longer.
But how will we move forward? we still love each other, there's no doubt, and even if we've been told that our love is gross, we'd always managed to prove them wrong.. this time we'll make it again, right?
She looks at me, untangling herself from the grip she's had on me before—I've got a feeling that she knows what I'm thinking about by the way she's shaking her head at me. 'Don't say you're gonna give up on me.' The look on her face said it all; regret, even fear, dispair... everything at once—like she expected the worst.
But I didn't say anything, I didn't dare. I couldn't get my mind to work, everything oh so overwhelming. Till her voice pushed me off my trance. 'Say something!' It was only natural she would react like that after getting no reaction out of me, so that's when I finally managed to push myself on my feet, looking around for the shirt I discarded earlier god knows where before this argument started, to slid it back on.
'I'm tired of fighting.' I said, bitter tears still stinging the corner of my eyes as I put on the rest of my clothes, pacing around the room to pick everything up, anything that I must be forgetting to grab while I make the feint of leaving.
I sniffle from my nose, and from one moment to another she's standing up from the bed, looking completely hysterical, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she tried to get ahold of me, eyes closing tight.
'You can't leave like this..' She said again, trying to change my mind, but this time I can feel myself getting a little bit of impulse, ready to leave it all behind. The black eyeshadow that I know is staining my under eyes, I wipe it off with my knuckles.. now I'm the one who's shaking his head. I can't listen to her this time, If I keep doing so I know I'll never leave. I know I'll never run free from this golden cage that we named love.
'I'm sorry, It's over.' And I didn't even stutter this time, It felt like I've been holding those words inside me forever, like I've been meaning to say it for a long time now. A big relief rushing through my veins, as if I could breath properly again.
But she didn't look relieved, she didn't look like it had been taken a big weight off her shoulders like I thought it would. She was silent, still.. It was even frightening. I wanted to turn to her and say something else, my hands even itching to touch her one last time, but I knew it would just make it worse than it was already.
So I went away, with broken wings.—I picked up my dignity, all my pride and I walked out.
But was I doing what was the best for us? wasn't I making it worse? what if I just regret all of this in the future?
I guess I'll never know.
Inspired by the 'Love don't break me' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.
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OH MY GOD, IT'S A PICTURE OF BILL.. MY HEART STOPS BEATING PROPERLY. I REALLY NEED HIM SO BAD!!!
I'm not special till it comes to you;
You spin around inside my head, your fingers closed tight around my heart, reminding and intoxicating me of your need for love.
Want me to the marrow—pull me close, bite down on my weak knees so I can't go anywhere.
God, how can I forget?
When all I can think about is how your devotion compels me.
WHERE CAN I BUY A DOLL WITH YOUR APPEARANCE?
Literally me,
I love blythe dolls so bad! they're awfully expensive though. If I wasn't terrible at crafting I'd custom one myself :-)
Why not MIAU MIAU
little Bill
I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL I'M BILL GIRL
My interest is fascinated by the fact that in space, in this universe, there's so much that is unknown, as well as in the future of human. The galaxy is so big, there are so many stars in the sky - this is a multitude of people on earth, and each one emits its own grain of light. If the birth of a new person gives rise to the ignition of a new star in the sky, then we all exist according to galactic laws - we are born, live, are attracted to, repel each other, die. It is strange that I always felt attracted to the star that wasn't born on the same day as me, but to the one in whose constellation I would shine brighter from her divinity, she's especially close to me even at a incredible distance
— Edit; humqnoid on TikTok.