#devilish

[tomssexdoll]

hiiii i know it’s not smut even though you do smut often but you are my favourite writer and i don’t know who else i should ask this so devilish era Tom and y/n meet at some kind of festival or something cause their parents are friends and they become close friends quickly but they both have crush on each other and they kiss later sorry if it doesn’t make sense i just need some fluff😭

girll you can request anything you want dont worryyy, if its by my rules its ok <3

I was at some festival my parents dragged me to, I honestly didn't want to go but when I heard the games that were there I rushed into the car, driving off with my parents.

As I arrived I stared in awe, bouncy castles, huge rides, food stalls with huge delicious looking food. My mother stumbled across one of her friends, 2 sets of twins standing beside her, I smiled at one of them, he had dreads and a lip piercing.

He blushed softly and smiled back, waving.

Bill chuckled at his pathetic attempt to flirt and walked off, going onto the ferris wheel. As our mothers talked, we wondered off with each other.

"So what's your name?" I said, turning to him. He was a little bit taller, slightly towering over me. "Tom! What's yours" "y/n!" I giggled, running off to one of the scary train rides.

We continued to talk for hours, not one moment of silence or awkwardness. It started to get dark, I sighed and knew we'd have to get back home soon, "I don't want to leave, I love spending time with you" I frowned, holding his hand.

He chuckled, "me too, but we can see each other any time we want, our mothers being friends makes it so convenient" I nodded and smiled, our fingers intertwining and eyes locking.

His soft brown eyes staring deeply into mine, his other hand came to my cheek, caressing it softly. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, they were soft and plump.

I felt my cheeks burn up, eyes wideneing when he pulled back. "Sorry.." he giggled and kissed me again, snapping me out of my trance. I smirked and leaned in, kissing him back.

"I know we just met but I really like you.." he whispered, forehead pressing against mine. "Me too Tom.." I smiled softly.

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[faery-wizard]

Aha, heroes! While you were building your LAME and PATHETIC found family I was building a COOL and EVIL found family!! AND WE ALL WEAR EYESHADOW!!

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mihihi hes so prettyboy

# pairing: bill kaulitz x gn!reader

# genre: fluff

# notes: back in my th era... watch out.. Anyway, this is just a fluff drabble of reader taking care of Bill before a show!! not proofread

# wc: ab 600

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“Please, Bill, stop moving. I’m being so serious I am literally about to stab your eye out.” You carefully blew some eyeshadow residue from his cheekbones, pulling away from his face with a deep sigh. “I don’t think your crazy fangirls would appreciate a `pirate Bill era´ all too much” 

His hands rested on your hips as you straddled his lap, rubbing gentle circles with the pads of his thumbs as you worked restlessly to apply his eye makeup for the upcoming show. His black hair was disheveled, looking like he had been struck by lightning multiple times. But oh, how charming it was. 

“It tickles though..” Your tense features relaxed into a soft smile as he spoke, your heart swelling with love at his German accent. His face, however, wore a puzzled expression as you gazed into his brown eyes. They glimmered and swirled like honey in the warm light seeping in through the windows of the dressing room. “Was? Did you mess up the eyeliner?” He questioned, quirking his eyebrow. 

“Nono! It looks great!” You snapped back into reality, shaking your head and bringing a hand up to tuck some loose strands away. You could sense his nervousness, the way his hands fiddled restlessly with the fabric of your jeans, the way his eyes darted across your features and the furniture simultaneously, the way he subconsciously gnawed at his bottom lip, “Oh, don’t worry Bill, you’ll do great. You always do.” You offered him a reassuring smile. It was genuine, he could tell. 

“But last time, I almost fell off the stage! AND I had a voice crack halfway through a song!” He whined, eyebrows furrowing as he suddenly rested his head against your chest. 

“Would you stop whining and look at me so I can finish the makeup?” You sighed, placing the palm of your hands against his forehead, which was still lodged into your sternum, to give it a gentle push. He finally sat up straight again, a pout adorning his soft lips until his gaze locked on your shirt.

“Hey, wait a minute… isn't this my shirt?” He quirked a brow, looking up at you with a curious expression. 

“Noooo.. I have no clue what you’re talking about Bill. I guess your memory.. or sight.. or something, must’ve been all scrambled from all the stress!” You gently twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, placing it behind his ear before hopping off his lap to place a kiss to his cheek. “Anyway, I’m gonna go now. I’m actually not even allowed in here, the staff was just so considerate and cooperative.” 

“Did you threaten to sue them for emotional abuse?” 

“That was one time! Plus, I didn’t need to, nobody can resist my charm.” He chuckled at your antics, smiling lovingly at you as you made your merry way to the door of his dressing room, leaning against it as your hand held the knob. “You’ll do great, I promise. Just take some deep breaths, yeah?” You were halfway out the door already when he spoke up.

“Wait baby, you didn’t finish my makeup..” You didn’t bother to turn around, only waving your hand in the air. 

“You were getting too distracted, Bill. I saw the way you were staring at my neck, I’m going to get one of your stylists just stay put.” 

He groaned as your figure disappeared out the door, turning around in his chair. A deep sigh escaped him before he whispered, to himself.

“Whatever, there’s nothing wrong with admiring your own work.” 

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