Date: 05/07/12 07:31 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
aw, i shed a few tears while reading this. Good job!
Date: 08/07/11 08:24 pm Title: Blue Tuesday
This is really interesting to read! I like it a lot :) Your writing style is different but fab nonetheless and I'm pretty sure this fic is gonna be a good 'un.
Date: 07/11/11 09:04 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
this was a nice story!
Date: 03/07/11 05:57 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
Awhh, yay! I'm ridiculously happy that they sorted everything out. For a horrible moment I thought it was going to be a sad ending...I probably would have cried. :P
Date: 03/07/11 05:44 pm Title: Eye of the Storm
Oh God. I literally cringed when Bill got into the elevator. Gah, the tension is killing me...
Date: 03/07/11 05:34 pm Title: Detour
There's something about this which is really haunting. Wonderful, but haunting.
Date: 03/07/11 11:59 am Title: Something to Yell About
I love just how immature they both still are :)
Date: 03/06/11 09:50 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
I'm glad everything turned out okay XD Great story!
Date: 03/06/11 09:43 pm Title: Blue Tuesday
This is a great story so far. I've been on the site for nearly two years now, and I can't believe that I'm just reading this now. XD
Date: 10/29/10 10:27 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
This last chapter brought tears to my eyes. Sad story with a lovely ending.
Date: 09/30/09 03:21 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
I like these fics where Bill is jealouse but with the happy end. Nice work.
xx
Date: 04/07/09 01:22 am Title: In Zimmer 483
Bill was trembling; his world came crumbling to the ground in rubble and minute dust. He felt as if his heart had been punctured over and over in a bloody mesh of sinew and twine. His perfect confession had been ripped apart and shattered by what he had just seen. He ached. - *pouts* poor Bill!
“You know!”
“I don’t!”
“Then you’re an idiot,” Bill scowled – he knows but isn’t ready to accept it…yet…
“I can’t cheat on you if we were never together!” Tom snapped, grinding his brother’s shoulder blades into the wall. Bill’s mouth dropped open slightly, looking wounded. He turned to glare venomously and clench his teeth, seething. – Tom’s right!
Lost and confused, Tom Kaulitz was only seventeen and already living a lie. – nice!
Burying his face in Tom’s pillow, Bill whimpered and finally succumbed to the flow of tears. – seems like a plan.
On the other side of Room 483’s door, Tom slid to the ground, instantly regretting everything that had happened just then. – yeah huh!
If it were up to him, he’d never let anything make his brother cry, but if that one thing was him and him only, then Tom didn’t know what to do. – conundrum!
Out the blue, he started recounting the story of how he had spotted them at a small club, shining like unpolished gems on that tiny stage. He told of his first impression of the dynamic twins and the oddity of their first official encounter. Tom laughed at the memory, feeling somewhat better. – nice story to tell him to distract him.
“Tom, do you love him?” The guitarist sputtered. He felt the coke travel up his nose and burn his nostrils. He glanced at his manager who was waiting patiently.
“I...For me...Bill is…someone I can’t live without,” Tom said cautiously. His manager looked reproachful. Tom cleared his throat, then stronger and more confidently, he said, “Of course I love him.” - *smiles*
“Would you give up life for him?”
…“Yes.” His manager looked him straight the eye. He held up an extra card key in his face.
“Kaulitz, go fix this.” Tom gripped his cup and threw it away. Snatching the card, he raced into the hotel. – yeah Jost!!!
Climbing in and not even caring that the water was soaking through his clothes, Tom pried Bill out of his statuesque position and held him close. – awh!!!
“Tom...” Bill said, voice high and tiny, “I don’t even want to exist if you’re not going to be with me.” – awh that’s just pathetic and annoying.
He kissed his palm, slowly traveling down his arm towards his neck. Bill shivered at the tenderness. Tom put in every ounce of his affection into the creamy skin. I love you. Even without words, Bill had heard it. – awh you write such a good Tomi!
They faced each other, almost touching, but not quite. Bill leaned forward and kissed him, unsure at first, then hard and uncontrollably fast. Tom sucked at his brother’s lower lip. His tongue plunged into the warm wetness, massaging it against the studded one. Bill mewled and groaned, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. – awh their first kiss is tender and then really fucking hot!
“Go to sleep now.” Tom ran a hand through Bill’s hair. The singer remembered how he had fallen asleep like this, too, on their first night there; except this was different. Tom would stay all night beside him, he knew. – awh it’s an awh moment *sigh*
“Sing to me,” Bill mumbled. – so sweet!
“Did you have sex?” Georg whispered. Gustav made a face and stepped on his foot. Tom bopped him over the head and closed the door in their faces. “Ow…” – ha ha!
They snickered quietly to themselves as if sharing a secret even though no one else was in the room. – I like this it make it more intimate, a secret they are sharing with each other but we’re on it too.
This is how it was supposed to be. Past the shallow hours of late evening and early morning, everything was perfect in Room 483. - *grins* cute!
Date: 04/06/09 09:07 pm Title: Eye of the Storm
Bill never felt so content. We’re soul mates, I’m sure. – did you just figure this out?
And it would’ve been a perfect moment if Tom’s cell phone hadn’t started shrieking on the nightstand. Bill groaned and hid his face in Tom’s shoulder.
“…Oh my God,” Bill whined, “answer it.” – baby *giggles*
Tom was attempting to pull off his boxers with one hand so he could take a piss. When he wasn’t successful, Bill came from behind, toothbrush in mouth, and yanked it down for him. - *snorts*
“No, it’s not a girl,” Tom muttered, recovering. “No, for fuck’s sake, would you please calm down—” Click. He stared, dumbfounded, at the dead line, regaining a foul mood as he slammed his phone onto the counter. – why did he even bother to stay on the line with her?!?!?!?!
“Shower?” Bill’s lazy voice drifted towards him, hand pushing aside the glass door. He stood like a model, exaggerating his pose, water glistening down his body.
“You’re literally seducing me,” Tom said flatly. “Do stop. It’s scary.” - lol
“…O-oh…well, that feels nice.”
Bill felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he found himself acutely aware of their proximity and Tom’s physique. When Tom turned around, he almost forgot how to breathe. Their eyes met awkwardly. – oops
Quick thoughts were racing through Bill’s head. He felt Tom’s hands slip away from him and he caught them. Tom was his. Every moment before and after belonged to him and hell, no one deserved to keep his heart more than Bill did. He inhaled deeply.
I love him. – ta-da!
“Hey,” Bill said breathily when he brought his face forward again. He looped his arms around his brother’s neck and Tom was thrown in a sudden bought of panic. Wait a minute… Unsure of what to do, he stilled. Bill licked his lips and tensed. His eyes shimmered with anxiety and something waiting to burst. “Tom, I think I lov—” - *giggles* that’s awesome and for once I wasn’t expecting it. Ha ha
“Who keeps calling you?” Gustav asked from behind.
“No one.” Tom tried to change the subject, but Georg turned in his seat and held up two fingers.
“Two frighteningly beautiful birds Tom met at the party a few nights ago. I bet they’re stalking him now ‘cause he was stupid enough to give them his number.” Tom growled and shot a fist out at Georg. He flashed a quick glance at his brother, but Bill had already turned away. - *grimaces*
Tom puckered his lips and closed his eyes as Bill sang into his heart and etched his name there. – lol duck face!
“No, one more time. One more time, okay?”
“Just let him do it,” Tom cut in. He didn’t even let their manager tell them they knew it well enough before he struck the first chords of the song again. – hum? Why?
“PLEASE don’t tell me I was about to walk in on a make-out session,” a voice boomed. The twins sprung apart, staring wide-eyed at Gustav who was leaning on the doorframe with an amused sort of grin. Georg popped out from behind him and waved a camcorder.
“No, go ahead! I’ll get it all on tape. It’ll drive the girls wild.” – lol!!!!!!
They zoomed through their crew and bolted past their manager, laughing and shouting. Office personnel and body guards looked on unfazed as they sipped their steaming coffee. Ah, a normal day after all. – lol very cute!!!!
He wasn’t aware that he was being followed until he reached his hotel room. His door got held ajar by not one, but two girls. – crap crap crap!!!!
As they clawed at his clothes, Tom fought his insatiable libido. Something tugged at the back of his mind and all he saw was Bill, Bill, and Bill. He tried to clear his head, but only made it worse. It didn’t feel right; it never felt right, but freaking hell, it felt good.
Shit, Tom thought, he’ll kill me. - *grimaces* oops he going to get caugh isn’t he?!
He clenched his eyes shut and hoped to God Bill would never have to know. – eeeeee!!!!
gasp - eeeeeeeee
Date: 04/06/09 08:49 pm Title: Detour
Thinking maybe after a hundred girls, something would kick in and flash “THIS IS THE ONE” had really gone past the point of stupidity. – yeah but we all keep doing that kind of thing especially when we are fighting against something we want.
“I always, always come back. I could stay out and not show up until practice. I come back for you.” - *sigh* that was a good thing to say.
Tom paused at the look he was getting and tried to connect it to another time he had seen it. – yeah the running but what happened before?
Gustav stood at the entrance of room 483 disheveled and confused, watching Tom impatiently sift through his drawers, looking for antiseptic. When he asked what all the noise was about, Tom picked up an empty coke bottle and threw it at him. Gustav ducked just in time as it shattered against the wall behind him, littering tiny shards over the carpet. – Oi! Not cool! We do not throw things at people we love or like!
Nothing would bring his brother back when he threw a tantrum. Nothing but Tom, that is. – hum?! Interesting!
The street signs were foreign and the places equally so. With little change in his pockets, cell phone dead, and no one there to help him, he felt indescribably small. – your falult stupid-head!
When Bill was angry, he was livid. And if Bill didn’t like something, he’d just leave. But Bill wasn’t heated or mad or angry right now. Bill just wanted to go home. He buried his face into his arms and sighed miserably.
Tom, come find me soon. – still sticking with stupid-head!
News reporters cornered several people. – what happened in the subway?
Yeah Tom to the rescue. With food
“You’re hard to find,” Tom muttered, almost too late.
“Yeah, but you found me,” Bill replied softly, still watching.
“Don’t I always?” Bill looked over and gave a weak smile. - *sad smile*
A moment of fidgeting, Tom said the first thing on his mind.
“Don’t run away again, okay?” Tom glanced over to his right. Bill dipped his head, already nodding in and out of sleep. – hope that sticks.
“I covered for you; I hope you took care of him!” Georg shouted.
“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to,” Tom snapped. “How I take care of him is none of your business!” – oy!
Tom slammed into him, knocking him over just as Gustav opened his door and caught Georg. Beside them, a red-eyed Bill burst out from his room, quickly making his way to his manager’s room. The three froze and watched. There was a short conversation and many apologies from Bill before the singer retreated to his room, dragging Tom with him. – Oh my!
“I want to write a song.”
“You’ve done enough today.”
“Please?”
“Bill, it’s late.”
“I’ll write it myself, then.” Bill was scribbling lyrics on the hotel notepad – what is making him so determined.
“We should at least pray for them,” Bill said after a while.
“Pray to who?” Tom made a face.
“I don’t know!” Bill threw his arms up, exasperated. – lol Bill!
“God, maybe? Someone? It’s why I sing.”
“To pray?”
“No, you idiot. For people who need me and our music! Isn’t that why you play?”
Tom glowered as if Bill had done him a great disservice for guessing wrong. I play for you. I can’t play guitar to anyone else’s voice but yours, Tom thought. – oops wrong answer for poor Tom.
Date: 04/06/09 07:58 pm Title: Pulling on Heartstrings
If he slipped into Tom’s bed right then, he’d probably be mistaken for a girl and get molested to death. – would that be soooo bad….for me? lol
There sat a box of condoms ripped opened. He quickly crouched on all fours and pulled it out.
“Please,” Bill breathed, counting the box’s contents at the speed of light. They were all there. He inhaled gratefully and arched his neck skyward. Something stirred in his beating heart and he struggled to calm the feeling. He didn’t understand it, but if even one was missing, he knew he’d go insane. – and he doesn’t know why he’d go insane?
“Do you love me?” Tom looked away from the essay, startled at the question. He stared at Bill, bewildered.
“Um…Yes?” Satisfied, Bill turned his head and kissed his twin fully on the lips. – he answers with a question and Bill’s satisfied?! Wow easy to please
“What did you do last night?” Bill asked casually. Tom, realizing where this was going, pulled away and crossed his arms.
“I didn’t sleep with anyone if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, that’s not—”
“I know you count them.”
“The—”
“The condoms?” Tom raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Bill blushed hotly and tried to hide it. – this is such a perfect moment so exposing so honest. *Grins*
It was dark when Gustav returned to the hotel with Bill, vitally confused at the movie they had just finished. – that’s what a foreign film will do to ya!
It wasn’t until a second later when he realized he was tasting something he knew he didn’t like.
Lipstick. – uh-oh
This was not going to get the best of him. No, he’d never let it. – I bet he cried himself to sleep.
Date: 04/06/09 07:38 pm Title: Something to Yell About
An hour later, Bill’s deep sleep was rudely interrupted. Tom pulled him up roughly with one hand and picked up clothes with the other.
“Should’ve figured you’d still be asleep,” Tom muttered. - *laughs*
A girl was invited on stage, overwhelmed and ready to burst with happiness. – ugh gross!
Bill suddenly detached the mic from its stand, singing his way towards Tom. He came up right behind him, carrying the words into his twins’ ears as if they were meant for him. Tom flipped his head to the side, dreads whipping Bill’s shoulders. There was a flicker of displeasure in Bill’s face, but only for a second before it was overpowered by his breathtaking, practiced stage presence. - I wonder if this was choreographed too?
There was a small fuss as Tom tried to seem oblivious to the matter. He stifled to laugh. He couldn’t believe how easily he was winning this game of semi-silent treatment. - *eye roll* they are both girls!
he tried to imagine how angry Tom would be if he finished the last of the lemon coke. Deciding his brother wouldn’t mind and that he couldn’t do anything about it even if he did, Bill swiped it and held it between two hands. - lol
Tom slipped an arm over Bill’s shoulders out of habit and tired to go back to sleep. The singer sleepily pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me, asshole. Apologize and make it up to me,” he slurred. – lol awesome!
Date: 04/06/09 07:12 pm Title: Blue Tuesday
This is who I am. This is what I represent. – ok yeah *looks confused*
Tom stopped twitching completely and got up. That look. He frowned. It confused him to no end and admitted to himself that he never really understood what it meant. His manager stared pointedly at him. – hum?!
He was dressed for bed, but his heavy make-up and gravity-defying hair were still intact, waiting for an audience – funny thought Bill in PJs with full make up and hair *smiles bemused*
There was a squeak as he popped off the Sharpie cap and signed on the plastic wrapping. – funny boy!
Tom pursed his lips and padded over. He fished a cloth out and began gingerly wiping Bill’s make-up off. – he’s a nice brother.
Tom took out his guitar and sat on the opposite bed. Time for big brother to cheer up his little brother.
“Okay, let’s sing something.” – awh so cute!
1:54am: Bill was lying on the bed, sleepy and listening to Tom sing to him. The younger one considered himself lucky. Tom rarely sang. If he wasn’t being forced, he would only do it for Bill. – so sweet!
When he turned around, Bill had crawled under the covers of his twin’s bed. Tom arched an eyebrow and suppressed a laugh. He purposely jumped into the empty bed and put his hands behind his head. Bill sat up and made a noise.
“No, stupid!” he half-whispered – so cute!
“This. We have two beds. If we always sleep together, we should just ask for one and spend the rest of the money on pizza.” – *giggles*
he thought about what kind of relationship this would be called. He asked himself how long they would do this before he’d lose control. – oh they haven’t gotten that far yet? Hum?! New ok! *nods*
3:40am: Tom watched the ash fall off the end of his dying cigarette. He wondered how many more one night stands he’s have to have before it was enough to get rid of this tingly feeling settled at the pit of his stomach. His Sharpie gave a peep. It had run dry. A quick narrow glance at Bill told him whatever number he was thinking of would never be enough. - *smiles/smirks knowingly*
Date: 07/27/08 09:59 am Title: In Zimmer 483
AWWWWW!!! Cute! Loved it!
Date: 04/05/08 03:56 pm Title: In Zimmer 483
Oooh, nice story! You should add an epilogue and show us the after math, just for us. :D If not, oh well, I loved it anyway.
Thanks for writing!!! x3
Date: 03/23/08 10:43 am Title: In Zimmer 483
"Did you have sex?" Haha XD
This was really good. I loved it :)