REQUESTS!!!!!!!! (Mrskaulitz is UP)

[bbgroove]

I've been thinking about this for a while now and have decided that I should do it.
Basically what I'm doing is accepting requests for one-shots...
All I need is
Name/character name (only one person):
Fav TH member:
Birthday/AGE in story:
Physical description: (hair, skin tone, build, height, weight...etc.)
Is Your Charcter a fan of TH/ Friend/ Random Girl:
A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot:
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe:


One condition... when I post your story... you must comment on my other fanfic US GIRLS THOSE GIRLS please... just read a bit and tell me what you think (^_^)
I will only post the stories on weekends...

[drummergirl24]

Okay here goes...name-jackie,fav member-tom, age-17, tall exceptionally beautiful with red hair and a rock hard bod..., ummmm random girl or friend, let's see a quote...I want to sex you up..., and I'll take a banana peel please. Just kidding! I love you and your banana peels!!!!!!!!!!!

[cherry_kaulitz]

Name/character name: jazmin and unique
Fav TH member: j-bill u-tom
Birthday/AGE in story:both 18
Physical description: (hair, skin tone, build, height, weight...etc.)jazmin-brown w/ blue highlights,medium complexicion,medium sized,5'6
unique-black/brown,medium tone,regular sized 120,5'2

Is Your Charcter a fan of TH/ Friend/ Random Girl:random girls
A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot: boo boo 'homegurlz 4 life'' do you take me 4 a fool' ...some1 asks and who are you let jazmin and unique say we're tantanana im -u- supaman er woman..-j- and im darth vader :D :D :D :D :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: thankies muchos thankies
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe: naw but let the girls fight then let us be bffs again :D :D :D

[bbgroove]

this is just to remind myself of two others that I promised

I just need your
name: Gennevieve
fav th member: Tom
birthday: April 16th
physical description: Dark cherry red hair with blond on the underneath of the bangs and the hair.Rests just in the middle of her shoulder blades medium length layers and side swept bangs. Very light brown eyes. sharp features. Strong jaw line and button nose. Ummm 5'8 full but slimming figure. I think thats all.
Does your character know about TH or is it a surprise: No not really.
a quote you really want to be said in the one-shot: ummmm to me you'll be forever sacred or doesn't count far or near i am here
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert: Whatever i kinda want her to be the girl that turns tom around and knocks him off his feet : D




name: Taylor, But.. Use the name Yana or Suri.
fav th member: Bill of Course <3 Tom Second.
birthday: July 29th
physical description: Medium height, Lightweight, Naturally Blonde, dyed with black streaks. Hazel eyes.. blah blah blah. Big feet, lmao. Yep.
Does your character know about TH or is it a surprise: Knows =]
a quote you really want to be said in the one-shot: " WOULD YOU STOP BOUNCING AROUND LIKE A MONKEY TRYING TO **** A BASKETBALL!.... I need to talk to you.." XD
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert....

Hmm. *thinks* I dunooo.

Let's have an affair with Tom! rofl. XD

[bbgroove]

xgennevievex

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He heard her stomping before he saw her.

Gennevieve had been visiting at the Kaulitz house for quite some time, being the new tutor David promised a few months ago. He wasn’t really sure why, but she made good company and his brother liked her, so he didn’t mind.

She put a rather new twist on the saying ‘looks can be deceiving’, because for one of the smartest girls he’s ever met, she didn’t look it. She had dark cherry red hair with blonde on the underlying layers that rested just in the middle of her shoulder blades with medium length layers and side swept bangs. He liked her eyes, they were a very light brown and her figure wasn’t bad to look at either. She was slim but filled in all the right places.
The one thing that made her ‘unique’ was the smallest fact that this tutor beauty of his was…blind.

He got used to hearing her footfalls around the house, soft in comparison to every other person, everyone else who wore shoes. She had this weird thing about taking off her shoes at the door, no matter where she was. The maids hated the fact that she tracked her muddy feet in, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of nice, and made him feel a little more normal, or as normal as you could get being the ‘better’ half of the Kaulitz twins.

He could usually tell how she felt by how she walked, unless she was being careful. Today, she sounded angry by the way she was stomping, but he could never be sure.

“Tom!” The yell rang through the halls, and he gave a soft roll of his eyes. She slammed the door open to his room, looking hurried and bothered about something.

She wasn’t pretty, not in the general way at least, but she had a tomboyish roughness around the edges that he found somewhat attractive.

“Are you listening to me at all?” He didn’t need to see her in order to know she was smirking. She knew she distracted him. She had a lot of fun with it, and both she and Bill would place bets on who could pull it off with better wit and ease.

“I overheard some maids talking about you.” Gennevieve stated as she sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

“That happens a lot,” He raised a brow, knowing she couldn’t see it anyway.

“They said you’d be very handsome if you didn’t look like a girl with your dreds down.” She said plainly, not the slightest inkling of guilt tracing her lips. Considering how she never really paid attention to music before she became blind she never even saw what Tom really looked like.

“They’re 100 years old, what would they know?” He raised a hand unconsciously to his hair and made himself put it down. Instead he opted to pull his cap lower on his brow.

Gennevieve nodded, knowing she had been blunt. “Are they right?” Her brows furrowed a little and she looked at him, well, in his direction.

“I don’t know. I guess so. Probably.” Tom guessed falling lightly on to his bed, placing his hands behind his head.

“Tom, you are no help at all. Here, let me.” A small hand, callused and pale reached down to him. “Can I see?” Gennevieve added shyly.

“Obviously not.” Tom said half-heartedly, referencing her blindness.

They both cringed at the joke. But he was never very good at that anyway. He pushed himself into a sitting position and pulled off his hat and cap, with some difficulty as Gennevieve could hear. He brought her small hand towards his face, placing it on his cheek, “Go ahead.”

Her hand felt along his jaw bone, her eyes squinting in concentration. It was a weird feeling. Despite the calluses, and the callousness of her behavior from time to time, her hand across his cheek was soft and almost unsure.

She felt up to his hair line and ruffled his hair, a grin breaking out across her face. Then her hand traveled downwards, feeling his eyebrow, skimming lightly across his eyelashes, and going down the smooth plane of his nose. She came down to his lip, and bit onto her own softly, brushing against his lips, and outlining them in an almost unconscious way.

When her fingers first brushed against his lip-ring, he gave a soft shiver. He didn’t often let people touch it, and it was a strange feeling, almost sensitive. Her eyes widened a little, but there was no gasp of humiliation, or ripping her hand away from his face. She followed along it gently, following the planes of his lips, going up along his face, around his eye, and back up into his hair.

She smiled and he let go of the breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

The smile widened into a smirk, a more familiar expression on her. “Not bad.”

“My hair? Or my face?” Tom asked almost worried at her response.

“No, Princess, I was just saying those maids have bad taste. But, I don’t know. Handsome? Might be a stretch.” Gennevieve stated as she lifted her palm from his check.

He gaped at her. And replied defensively, “What?”

“Well, I’d probably need to see more in order to have a whole opinion.” Her small fingers rose up to his lips and trailed down his face to his collar then to the lip of his shirt and began nimbly pulling it up.

“You know,” she said, her smirk turning into what would have been a leer if she were not blind. “Got to make sure they know what they’re talking about.”

He was still gaping when his shirt slid to the floor and two hands started feeling across his chest and shoulders.

“Mmhmm, nice, yep.” She mumbled as she went, hands pressing more firmly against the skin here. Her thumb brushed against a nipple once by accident, and then again with more purpose, as her other hand ran down his abs, to a hip bone. One hand grazed against his body as it went to bury itself in his hair.

“No, they’re right. Though, I like the hair. It’s beautiful, tells your story.”

He sucked in a breath and began to thank her, as she interrupted with a, “…but that’s as nice as I’m getting, Princess. Don’t complain,” and she pulled him down to her and kissed him hard and raw, completely the antithesis of what her hands had been doing on his face just minutes ago. Only seconds later, she turned, leaving him wide eyed and confused.

“Oh, and Tom? These maids have also said a few things about you probably being good in bed, if it weren’t for your lack of patience. You might want to prove that wrong, too. I’ll be at my apartment.”

He gawked at her as she left, and then grabbed his shirt off the floor to hurry after her.
The second he opened the door he ran smack into his younger twin brother, Bill, who at that moment was laughing gleefully and handing Gennevieve a couple of euros.

“Smooth Gennevieve,” Tom stated as he smiled lightly and shook his head. Bill just patted his brother on the arm and walked off down the hall. Gennevieve sauntered to Tom’s side and hip-bumped him gently.

“Want to go out?” Tom stated out of the blue.

Gennevieve blinked her eyes a bit before she smiled with a reply, “You know that what happened in there was a joke right? You and I are never hooking up.”

“Yeah, just a date. Just to see where this could go,” Tom said as he grabbed Gennevieve by the hand and rubbed his thumb up and down her fingers.

Gennevieve smirked, “I can’t SEE us going anywhere. But I guess a date would be okay.”

Tom’s smile grew wider as he kissed Gennevieve on the cheek and gently pulled her to the front door for the first of hopefully many dates.



Hope you don&#39;t mind that I made you blind...
thought I should mix it up a bit...
if you don&#39;t like the story I understand...

[bbgroove]

SCHREIoutLOUD

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Yana stared intently at Bill, watching his muscles slightly flex under his shirt with every move Yana couldn't help but forget the book that lay in front of her. It was dark outside and practically everyone on the Tokio Cruise ship was already asleep, except for the crew and the two teens in the Game room.

Leaning in Bill took a shot, the number eleven-ball fell right into the corner pocket. Through the dimly lit room Bill smiled as his eyes locked onto another pair. Standing straight up Bill cocked his head and smiled, "Do you want to play a round with me?"

"I don't know how to play," Yana answered, after getting over the fact that he caught her staring at her. She was thankful for the poorly lit room and the Roxy hoodie that still covered her head as she felt herself slightly blush in embarrassment.

"So I'll teach you. It isn't that hard," encouraged Bill, hoping it would start a conversation between the two.

"No thank you. I think I'll just finish this book," declined Yana as she once again returned her attention back to her book.

Bill found himself staring at her again. Deciding this time he wasn't going to leave her alone, he placed his pool stick against the pool table and walked over to her.

"Hey, I was reading that" Yana replied as Bill grabbed the book away from her and shut it close.

"Come on, Yana. Just one game and you can go back to your reading. I promise," smiled Bill as he looked at her.

"I already told you 'no'. Now can I please have my book back?" Yana said as she glared at Bill.

"Just one game," he repeated, nearly sounding as if he was begging.

"No," answered Yana.

"Please?" Bill begged.

"You're not going to give me my book back, are you?" Yana replied as she looked at Bill.

"I will. After you play a game with me," answered Bill with a smile.

"And if I told you I was to go to my room?" questioned Yana, wondering why Bill insisted on playing a game with her.

"I wouldn't count on that, I'm not even sharing a room with Suri and I know she snores loud...extremely loud," smirked Bill with a small laugh.

"You're impossible you know that?" stated Yana with a bit of anger out of her voice as she stood up.

"I know, but then we wouldn't be friends if I wasn't," smiled Bill with satisfaction as he walked back to the pool table.

"We're only friends because of your brother," Yana challenged, smiling lightly at Bill.

Mocking hurt Bill clutched his hand over his heart and recited, "Yana you hurt my soul, and my heart, why?"

Laughing lightly Yana playfully slapped her palm against Bill's arm. smiling widely at the accomplishment of making Yana laugh Bill explained the game. "Okay the object of the game is to get all the balls into the pockets, well except the white ball of course. Um, you can be stripes since I already sunk two in. I'll be the solids, so you only hit the stripes in okay? Oh, and if you hit the eight ball into one of the pockets before you finish sinking in all the stripes you lose. Okay?" Bill glanced up at Yana to see if she was catching on.

"Okay," Yana flatly replied as Bill handed her a pool stick flashing her one of his smiles.

"I'll go first," replied Bill as he looked at the pool table, picking one of the solids to hit. Settling for the three, Bill took aim and the ball went straight into one of the pockets.

"You're good at this game," Yana monotonously commented.

Bill smirked, "I'm okay." He took another shot and failed to get any of the balls in. "Your turn."

Yana stared at him a bit dumbfounded before she stared at the pool table, deciding which stripe ball to aim for. Figuring she'll attempt to hit the twelve-ball, since it was the closest one to a pocket, she took hold of the pool stick as she tried to figure out how to hold it properly. "This is so embarrassing," she muttered under her breath.

Bill began to laugh lightly at Yana's predicament when Yana shot her head up and prepared to leave the room. Stopping his laughing Bill apologized, "I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you because you looked silly or foolish."

"Than why were you laughing?" Yana asked who was still upset and was a bit surprised that she stopped to even hear Bill out.

"Uh..." Bill stuttered, surprised she asked.

"Well?" challenged Yana. She was beginning to think he was lying.

"Because I thought you looked cute," Bill quickly blurted out, afraid she was going to walk away even more angry with him.

"What?" Yana said it disbelief.

"You looked so confused it was cute," he quietly admitted.Yana stood there in silence, wondering what to do. "Okay" she quietly answered as she caught a glimpse of Bill smiling before he turned back around.

"Okay, just hold the pool stick like I do," Bill said as he handed her the stick she tossed. Yana fumbled with the stick a while before giving a huff of frustration.

"Don't give up," frowned Bill as he leaned his pool stick against the table. He walked behind her and stood behind her, as Yana froze wondering what he was doing. Trying to ignore his presence Yana continue to hold the pool stick in her hands as she concentrated on keeping it steady. "Just relax." She gasped as she felt Bill right behind her as he placed his hands over hers. He was beyond invading her space, but for some reason she couldn't get herself together to say something.

"How can I relax when you're..." questioned Yana.

"This close to you?" He slightly teased, finishing her sentence, causing her to blush without his knowledge. Bill smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment." With that he guided her right hand forward as the pool stick made contact with the white ball smacking right into the fifteen-ball sending it into the pocket. "See, all you have to do is stop thinking about it so much and relax." He pulled away from her and returned to where he stood just a few minutes ago.

The game continued longer than expected. It was getting late, sleepiness and the bad lighting was a few excuses for the bad shoots. Although Yana caught on pretty quickly she was still getting a hang of things.

"The middle left pocket." She knew she wasn't going to make it, but she took the shot anyways and like predicted she missed.

Bill went next and managed to sink in the last solid. He smiled with satisfaction, seeing an easy set up for the eight ball. "Alright, that corner pocket." He pointed to the one on the right.

Deciding it was time to give him a little payback Yana pulled back her hood and walked towards him. She sweetly smiled as he was preparing to take the shoot. She slowly leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, "Bill."

Bill felt his face grow warm a bit surprised in hearing Yana's voice in that kind of tone. This action caused him to miss his shot. Straightening up, Bill stepped a little back as Yana made her way right in front of him to take the next shot. She was thankful the white ball lined up with the eight ball and the corner pocket. She leaned in and easily hit the eight ball in. " I win," She smiled as she turned to face Bill, who ended up being right in front of her. She fell speechless once again.

"Good game," Bill replied, a bit satisfied that he caught her off guard.

"Yeah," Yana agreed before gaining her composer. Walking over to grab her book Yana muttered, "Walk me to my room, a ship can be mighty dangerous at night."

Laughing lightly Bill stopped messing with the pool balls and sauntered over to Yana. "Why sure mi'lady," Bill joked as he held out his hand, indicating for Yana to lead the way.

It was quiet, and the fact that Yana's room was on the far end of the ship didn't help much. "So how's Tom?" Yana questioned. Bill suddenly felt his lungs closing shut as he panicked. Yana and Tom began dating 5 months ago and it ended pretty badly. Coughing and then sighing deeply Bill lowered his head.

"He's ok, but you know you could ask him yourself," Bill answered as Yana stopped walking and tuned to the railing. Bill had no choice bu to follow.

"Bill you know I can't, It'll..."Yana began.

"Hurt to much? Yeah I know, but why Yana, I thought you decided to break up on a mutual term?" Bill asked as he slowly began to rub nurturing circles on Yana's back.

"No, he just said that so he wouldn't seem like the bad guy, and I went along with it because...well because I've fallen for him Bill...I fell." Yana whispered that last part as a silent tear ran down her cheek and trailed down her features. Pushing herself from the cool bar Yana stated exasperatingly, "I HATE falling for guys, who-who just don't fall back! I mean first you, then Tom!"

Bill couldn't respond with words, for the first time in his life he was afraid. Afraid that if her tried to help Yana in her weakest moment that she would hate him, and he cared to much about her for that to happen. Looking at her comb her hands through her hair revealing the streaks of tears. Deciding he needed to help, Bill walked over to Yana, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Needing his touch Yana grasped around Bill's waist adn buried her head into his chest. Feeling his T-shirt becoming soaked because of the tears Bill hugged back and whispered caring words into her ear.

It was true, she admitted to having a crush on him during a meet and greet last year, but he didn’t feel the same way, she was a crazy fan for goodness sake. The next month, she won a contest that allowd her to spend the day with the boys, and her and Tom just hit it off. Yana eventually became part of the group, touring with them as a guest. Her and Tom fell for each other as Bill suddenly realized what he had missed.

After 10 minutes of sobbing Yana raised her head. "Going from a fun game of pool in the Game room, to a night cry on the deck, great," Yana joked as she stayed in Bill's arms, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.

Chuckling slightly Bill kissed the top of Yana's head before lifting up her chin with his right hand. "Yana, I've fallen long before you could even know," Bill whispered as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers.

Slowly opening her eyes Yana watched Bill, his features strong yet showing a hint of care. She watched as his nostrils slightly flared every time he breathed in. Without a second thought Yana tipped her head lightly as she pressed her lips to his.

Responding to the kiss Bill lightly placed his hands on either side of Yana, pulling her closer. The Kiss only lasted 5 seconds, but both teens knew that the kiss now changed what they had.

"I should get you to bed, we hit Britain in the early morning," Bill muttered as he entwined his hand with hers.

Yana nodded her head and resumed walking. "Sweet dreams, Yana." Bill smiled as he watched her pause for a second as they reached her door. Looking at Bill, Yana smiled and lightly kissed him on the lips before turning the knob of the door.

"You know that you're gonna have to tell Tom that we're dating now," Yana stated matter-of-factly before closing the door and leaving Bill. Laughing, Bill began to walk to his room, he'd have to get a lot of sleep if he was going to be able to out run Tom tomorrow. He twisted the handle to his room quietly so as not to wake his slumbering twin, but to his surprise Tom had the hip hop music blaring and was dancing about the room.

" WOULD YOU STOP BOUNCING AROUND LIKE A MONKEY TRYING TO **** A BASKETBALL!.... I need to talk to you.." Bill yelled over the music as he shoved his brother lightly. The spiky-haired teen sat next to his brother and began to explain the night’s events. Tom’s eyebrows perked in shock as he suddenly chased after his little brother who screamed like a little girl down the hall.

Ah. Love.

[MrsKaulitz]

Name/character name:Shanie-ray
Fav TH member:Bill: D
Birthday/AGE in story: 17,12/1
Physical description:Long bill like hair black with orangeand blue higlights
Is Your Charcter a fan of TH/ Friend/ Random Girl:Deff fan
A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot: And when i loose myself i think of you orrr your troubles like bubbles will soon dissaper
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe: loooots of makeup and hiar products
and a banana peel

[TH_luv]

oooh that sounds fun! ^_^ kk,here I go

Character Name:Lena Pastriola

Fav TH member:Bill K.

Birthday/Age:17 years old

Physical description:long burnette hair,skin tone looks like a mocha frapachino XD with crystal blue eyes,around 5'5,

Is your Character a fan of TH,friend,Rando Girl:Friend

A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot:"Oh,wow I love ya! hahaha!...but seriously...I wanna drive!"

and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe:A ipod!

[xomicaelaa2792]

omg that's cool!
:)
Name/character name: Micaela
Fav TH member: Tom Kaulitz
Birthday/AGE in story: 16 years old
Physical description: long dark brown hair with layers & side bangs, skin tone..hmm..well everybody says i'm tan, 5'5, skinny but with curves
Is Your Charcter a fan of TH/ Friend/ Random Girl: girlfriend
A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot: i'm always going to be here no matter what and always remember that i love you..
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe: hmm..makeup, a telephone, a concert, backstage, tourbus, haha XD

[LipsOfAnAngel]

those two stroies were really good!!!

Name/character name: Nikki
Fav TH member: Bill
Birthday/AGE in story: Oct. 4, 1990; 18
Physical description: short brown hair, blue-grey eyes, 5'6", curvy but slightly over weight,
Is Your Charcter a fan of TH/ Friend/ Random Girl: fan
A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot: "You know, life really sucks right now."
and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe: oh a concert, crazy dancing with friends(one of them maybe named mary), my friends of course, a conversation on AIM, an argument, and.... that's it!

[SCHREIoutLOUD]

I love you.

<3333

[BlondPunk]

SCHREIoutLOUD

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Yana stared intently at Bill, watching his muscles slightly flex under his shirt with every move Yana couldn't help but forget the book that lay in front of her. It was dark outside and practically everyone on the Tokio Cruise ship was already asleep, except for the crew and the two teens in the Game room.

Leaning in Bill took a shot, the number eleven-ball fell right into the corner pocket. Through the dimly lit room Bill smiled as his eyes locked onto another pair. Standing straight up Bill cocked his head and smiled, "Do you want to play a round with me?"

"I don't know how to play," Yana answered, after getting over the fact that he caught her staring at her. She was thankful for the poorly lit room and the Roxy hoodie that still covered her head as she felt herself slightly blush in embarrassment.

"So I'll teach you. It isn't that hard," encouraged Bill, hoping it would start a conversation between the two.

"No thank you. I think I'll just finish this book," declined Yana as she once again returned her attention back to her book.

Bill found himself staring at her again. Deciding this time he wasn't going to leave her alone, he placed his pool stick against the pool table and walked over to her.

"Hey, I was reading that" Yana replied as Bill grabbed the book away from her and shut it close.

"Come on, Yana. Just one game and you can go back to your reading. I promise," smiled Bill as he looked at her.

"I already told you 'no'. Now can I please have my book back?" Yana said as she glared at Bill.

"Just one game," he repeated, nearly sounding as if he was begging.

"No," answered Yana.

"Please?" Bill begged.

"You're not going to give me my book back, are you?" Yana replied as she looked at Bill.

"I will. After you play a game with me," answered Bill with a smile.

"And if I told you I was to go to my room?" questioned Yana, wondering why Bill insisted on playing a game with her.

"I wouldn't count on that, I'm not even sharing a room with Suri and I know she snores loud...extremely loud," smirked Bill with a small laugh.

"You're impossible you know that?" stated Yana with a bit of anger out of her voice as she stood up.

"I know, but then we wouldn't be friends if I wasn't," smiled Bill with satisfaction as he walked back to the pool table.

"We're only friends because of your brother," Yana challenged, smiling lightly at Bill.

Mocking hurt Bill clutched his hand over his heart and recited, "Yana you hurt my soul, and my heart, why?"

Laughing lightly Yana playfully slapped her palm against Bill's arm. smiling widely at the accomplishment of making Yana laugh Bill explained the game. "Okay the object of the game is to get all the balls into the pockets, well except the white ball of course. Um, you can be stripes since I already sunk two in. I'll be the solids, so you only hit the stripes in okay? Oh, and if you hit the eight ball into one of the pockets before you finish sinking in all the stripes you lose. Okay?" Bill glanced up at Yana to see if she was catching on.

"Okay," Yana flatly replied as Bill handed her a pool stick flashing her one of his smiles.

"I'll go first," replied Bill as he looked at the pool table, picking one of the solids to hit. Settling for the three, Bill took aim and the ball went straight into one of the pockets.

"You're good at this game," Yana monotonously commented.

Bill smirked, "I'm okay." He took another shot and failed to get any of the balls in. "Your turn."

Yana stared at him a bit dumbfounded before she stared at the pool table, deciding which stripe ball to aim for. Figuring she'll attempt to hit the twelve-ball, since it was the closest one to a pocket, she took hold of the pool stick as she tried to figure out how to hold it properly. "This is so embarrassing," she muttered under her breath.

Bill began to laugh lightly at Yana's predicament when Yana shot her head up and prepared to leave the room. Stopping his laughing Bill apologized, "I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you because you looked silly or foolish."

"Than why were you laughing?" Yana asked who was still upset and was a bit surprised that she stopped to even hear Bill out.

"Uh..." Bill stuttered, surprised she asked.

"Well?" challenged Yana. She was beginning to think he was lying.

"Because I thought you looked cute," Bill quickly blurted out, afraid she was going to walk away even more angry with him.

"What?" Yana said it disbelief.

"You looked so confused it was cute," he quietly admitted.Yana stood there in silence, wondering what to do. "Okay" she quietly answered as she caught a glimpse of Bill smiling before he turned back around.

"Okay, just hold the pool stick like I do," Bill said as he handed her the stick she tossed. Yana fumbled with the stick a while before giving a huff of frustration.

"Don't give up," frowned Bill as he leaned his pool stick against the table. He walked behind her and stood behind her, as Yana froze wondering what he was doing. Trying to ignore his presence Yana continue to hold the pool stick in her hands as she concentrated on keeping it steady. "Just relax." She gasped as she felt Bill right behind her as he placed his hands over hers. He was beyond invading her space, but for some reason she couldn't get herself together to say something.

"How can I relax when you're..." questioned Yana.

"This close to you?" He slightly teased, finishing her sentence, causing her to blush without his knowledge. Bill smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment." With that he guided her right hand forward as the pool stick made contact with the white ball smacking right into the fifteen-ball sending it into the pocket. "See, all you have to do is stop thinking about it so much and relax." He pulled away from her and returned to where he stood just a few minutes ago.

The game continued longer than expected. It was getting late, sleepiness and the bad lighting was a few excuses for the bad shoots. Although Yana caught on pretty quickly she was still getting a hang of things.

"The middle left pocket." She knew she wasn't going to make it, but she took the shot anyways and like predicted she missed.

Bill went next and managed to sink in the last solid. He smiled with satisfaction, seeing an easy set up for the eight ball. "Alright, that corner pocket." He pointed to the one on the right.

Deciding it was time to give him a little payback Yana pulled back her hood and walked towards him. She sweetly smiled as he was preparing to take the shoot. She slowly leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, "Bill."

Bill felt his face grow warm a bit surprised in hearing Yana's voice in that kind of tone. This action caused him to miss his shot. Straightening up, Bill stepped a little back as Yana made her way right in front of him to take the next shot. She was thankful the white ball lined up with the eight ball and the corner pocket. She leaned in and easily hit the eight ball in. " I win," She smiled as she turned to face Bill, who ended up being right in front of her. She fell speechless once again.

"Good game," Bill replied, a bit satisfied that he caught her off guard.

"Yeah," Yana agreed before gaining her composer. Walking over to grab her book Yana muttered, "Walk me to my room, a ship can be mighty dangerous at night."

Laughing lightly Bill stopped messing with the pool balls and sauntered over to Yana. "Why sure mi'lady," Bill joked as he held out his hand, indicating for Yana to lead the way.

It was quiet, and the fact that Yana's room was on the far end of the ship didn't help much. "So how's Tom?" Yana questioned. Bill suddenly felt his lungs closing shut as he panicked. Yana and Tom began dating 5 months ago and it ended pretty badly. Coughing and then sighing deeply Bill lowered his head.

"He's ok, but you know you could ask him yourself," Bill answered as Yana stopped walking and tuned to the railing. Bill had no choice bu to follow.

"Bill you know I can't, It'll..."Yana began.

"Hurt to much? Yeah I know, but why Yana, I thought you decided to break up on a mutual term?" Bill asked as he slowly began to rub nurturing circles on Yana's back.

"No, he just said that so he wouldn't seem like the bad guy, and I went along with it because...well because I've fallen for him Bill...I fell." Yana whispered that last part as a silent tear ran down her cheek and trailed down her features. Pushing herself from the cool bar Yana stated exasperatingly, "I HATE falling for guys, who-who just don't fall back! I mean first you, then Tom!"

Bill couldn't respond with words, for the first time in his life he was afraid. Afraid that if her tried to help Yana in her weakest moment that she would hate him, and he cared to much about her for that to happen. Looking at her comb her hands through her hair revealing the streaks of tears. Deciding he needed to help, Bill walked over to Yana, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Needing his touch Yana grasped around Bill's waist adn buried her head into his chest. Feeling his T-shirt becoming soaked because of the tears Bill hugged back and whispered caring words into her ear.

It was true, she admitted to having a crush on him during a meet and greet last year, but he didn’t feel the same way, she was a crazy fan for goodness sake. The next month, she won a contest that allowd her to spend the day with the boys, and her and Tom just hit it off. Yana eventually became part of the group, touring with them as a guest. Her and Tom fell for each other as Bill suddenly realized what he had missed.

After 10 minutes of sobbing Yana raised her head. "Going from a fun game of pool in the Game room, to a night cry on the deck, great," Yana joked as she stayed in Bill's arms, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.

Chuckling slightly Bill kissed the top of Yana's head before lifting up her chin with his right hand. "Yana, I've fallen long before you could even know," Bill whispered as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers.

Slowly opening her eyes Yana watched Bill, his features strong yet showing a hint of care. She watched as his nostrils slightly flared every time he breathed in. Without a second thought Yana tipped her head lightly as she pressed her lips to his.

Responding to the kiss Bill lightly placed his hands on either side of Yana, pulling her closer. The Kiss only lasted 5 seconds, but both teens knew that the kiss now changed what they had.

"I should get you to bed, we hit Britain in the early morning," Bill muttered as he entwined his hand with hers.

Yana nodded her head and resumed walking. "Sweet dreams, Yana." Bill smiled as he watched her pause for a second as they reached her door. Looking at Bill, Yana smiled and lightly kissed him on the lips before turning the knob of the door.

"You know that you're gonna have to tell Tom that we're dating now," Yana stated matter-of-factly before closing the door and leaving Bill. Laughing, Bill began to walk to his room, he'd have to get a lot of sleep if he was going to be able to out run Tom tomorrow. He twisted the handle to his room quietly so as not to wake his slumbering twin, but to his surprise Tom had the hip hop music blaring and was dancing about the room.

" WOULD YOU STOP BOUNCING AROUND LIKE A MONKEY TRYING TO **** A BASKETBALL!.... I need to talk to you.." Bill yelled over the music as he shoved his brother lightly. The spiky-haired teen sat next to his brother and began to explain the night’s events. Tom’s eyebrows perked in shock as he suddenly chased after his little brother who screamed like a little girl down the hall.

Ah. Love.

haha.
my name is Yana :]
lol.
and how taylor described her...that sound alot like me.
Blonde hair(I'm gonna get the streaks in soon.)
My birthday is July 31...and I have hazel eyes :]

[bbgroove]

Mrskaulitz

"Ow! Hey stop that," Brittany howled in pain as she smacked Georg in the shoulder. Gripping her side lightly Georg carried his injured friend into the infermary, followed closely by a worried Gustav and Megan. As Georg laid Brittany gently on the white papered bed Megan rushed to her friends side.

"I am extremely sorry Brittany, I totally should have helped you out, Those fangirls can be crazy. To think they jumped us because we're friends with Tokio Hotel" Megan apologized, squeezing Brittany's left hand hard between the two of hers.

Chuckling softly Brittany reassured Megan, "It's okay, I only have a bruised chest muscle, no biggie. Besides, that's what we get for wanting to be in the crowd instead of backstage where normal friends of famous people stay," Georg stared shocked at Brittany for her attempt at making Megan feel better as Gustav tried hard to suppress a laugh.

“I still feel totally responsible, I'll be your slave for the rest of my life, and whatever you need I'll do!” Megan promised as she rushed to try and find an appropriate way to help Brittany.

“The rest of your life?” Brittany questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, at least until you get better,” Megan amended as she smiled sweetly at Brittany. Gustav couldn't help it any longer and opened his mouth to let a flood of laughter escape his lips. Georg smiled widely at Gustav before averting his gaze back to Megan.

"C'mon Megan, we should probably go, give the medical aide some room, you know how Brittany is," Georg joked as he walked to the doors. Megan silently agreed before hugging Brittany and whispering goodnight. Gustav winked goodbye to the brunette teen before he swung his arm over Megan's shoulder and walked out with her.

Brittany huffed a sigh of content as she laid back and placed her head on the somewhat comfortable pillow. Propping her knees up and laying her hands across her chest Brittany quietly hummed as she waited for the aide to come. The tune she sang came from no song, just a melody that she created yesterday. The little song seemed to be perfect, melodic enough to not be forgotten, but with no rhythm so the fate of it being stuck in your head for the rest of the day never happened.

"Maybe I should add words?" Brittany asked herself as she lightly taped her foot on the cool surface of the bed. Softly Brittany placed words in beat with the melody not knowing someone had entered. Feeling uncomfortable with her knees up Brittany moved them slightly only to feel a rush of pain jab at her side. Quickly sitting up Brittany grasped at her side, clutching her eyes closed, trying to alleviate the pain.

"Don't do that. It won't give you any relief" Bill advised as he briskly walked to Brittany's side. Opening her eyes Brittany stared at Bill and obeyed. Letting go of her waist Brittany slowly moved her legs to let them swing lightly under the bed.

"Why are you here?" Brittany questioned, a look of confusion draped across her face. Bill never even glanced before pulling some wrap out of a nearby drawer and unraveling it in his hands. Brittany sighed figuring out on her own that Bill probably had spent enough time with the nurses for his own bruises that he learned how to bandage on up himself. Her fingers slowly began to pull on her uniform top zipper, allowing herself to be shown.

Bill kept his gaze on the floor, slightly embarrassed by Brittany's actions. Finally looking up in order to bandage Brittany, Bill saw the material of her top slide down her arms and onto the table beside them. There she was, opened and vulnerable, her once unblemished pale skin covered in a palm-sized bruise.

"So? Gonna wrap me like a mummy or not?" Brittany questioned nervously asshe raised her arms above her head. Afraid to look anywhere else, Bill just kept his eyes on Brittany's face. As he moved closer his breath suddenly became a little less stable. Surprised at this Bill tried to snap out of it.

Bill thought to himself as he gently placed his right hand on Brittany’s bruise. Seeing a pang of hurt flash across her eyes, Bill let go and began wrapping the cloth around her. Bill's body rocked back and forth slowly as his arms slowly guided the material around Brittany.

"You're making me dizzy," Brittany whined causing Bill to stop. Looking at her quizzically Bill let go of the bandage, letting fall next to Brittany.

"Dizzy?" Bill asked as he crossed his muscled arms over his chest.

"Yeah, you keep on moving back and forth. Your troubles like bubbles will soon disappear. I mean, do it like this," Brittany informed as she placed her hand on either side of Bill's hips. Pulling him closer Brittany grunted softly as she tried to make him move. As Bill's lower body hit the table Brittany moved herself closer to the edge. Now only an inch stood between the half naked Brittany and Bill.

Coughing lightly Bill grabbed the bandage and began the process of wrapping Brittany. This time his body never rocked, but he always felt Brittany's warm breath blowing on his neck. The sensation sent shivers up his spine and throughout his body. Bill came to the end of the material, and all he had to do was place the clasp around the end. Unfortunately the bandage ended behind Brittany, forcing them to be face to face and Bill unable to move.

"Would you mind grabbing the clasp? If I move, the bandages will come undone," Bill explained. Brittany reached over and grabbed the clip, giving Bill an excellent view of her well toned back and neck. Closing his eyes, Bill breathed in slowly as he tried to calm himself. Reaching behind her Brittany passed the clasp to Bill as he secured it into the cloth.

"Thanks," Brittany muttered as she slipped her uniform back on. Bill just nodded politely and helped Brittany of the table. Letting a small smile grace her lips Brittany said goodbye and exited the room, leaving a disgruntled looking Bill behind.

XXX

"Hey Brittany, you feeling okay?" Georg asked as she entered the lounge. He was sitting on the couch tossing a ball with Tom while Megan sat by an eating Gustav, talking.

"I'm okay, David says that we should be able to get to a hospital by tomorrow," Brittany announced as she walked over and sat cross-legged on the floor by Georg. After tossing the ball once again at Georg, Tom looked at his friend in wonder.

"So they did nothing to help you?" Tom asked while Georg pitched the bal at Tom’s chest.

"Oh, no. Bill helped put on these old fashioned bandages around my bruise," Brittany stated as a small tint of pink invaded her cheeks. Georg noticed this and smiled, something went on between those two.

The teens talked for a few more hours before the doors opened, revealing Bill. Brittany averted her gaze to the table in front of her while Georg stood and walked over to Bill.

"I heard you mended Brittany, good job, usually she gets cranky after a check-up," Georg joked as she patted Bill on the shoulder and smiled. Bill, remaining quiet, nodded his head and walked to the chair he so many times occupied before a concert.

"Hi," Brittany welcomed as she pushed herself from the floor and onto the couch. Bill nodded again as he quietly sat down.

"You always this articulate?" Brittany muttered as she gazed at Bill, willing him to say something. Just as Bill opened his mouth to retaliate David's voice rang through the halls calling for the boys to start their sound check of the night’s concert.

Looking at Brittany then the area of her injury Bill asked, "You sure you should go out in your condition? I mean, I get you wanting to be part of the crowd when we perform, but…"

Giving a cocky grin, Brittany walked to Bill's side, "I can handle it, I'm a big girl, can tie my own shoes and everything."

Bill nodded in agreement, seeing it wouldn't do much good to protest. They walked through the hall in a comfortable silence. When they reached the entrance to the stage and heard the doors beginning to open for the raging crowd of fangirls Brittany pulled Bill closer to her side and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for caring."

She quickly kissed him on the lips and rushed down to be art of the craziness that is Tokio Hotel fandom. Gustav’s drums could be heard followed by Tom and Georg. Bill grabbed the microphone and raced onto the stage.

As he swung his arms about and gave the crowd a show his eyes danced over the thousands of girls, trying to find Brittany. Finally his eyes caught hers, the world becoming silent in their own minds.

Monsoon began to play and so Bill continued to sing, but when the song reached the climax he walked over to where Brittany was and connected eyes with her again.

She knew he was singing just to her, “…and when I lose myself I think of you…” He pointed at his ribs and gave a gentle wink, a small joke about an awkward moment between two friends, who knew there was more.

[xMusiicLuv]

oooh this sounds really cool



Name/character name:Molly
Fav TH member: Bill x'3

Birthday/AGE in story:17 (but I'm actually 12 xD)

Physical description:dark brown shoulder lenght hair, curvacous, average height and average weight...beautiful big brown eyes with long lashes...perfectly arched eyebrows...

Is Your Charcter a fan of TH/ Friend/ Random Girl:random girl

A quote you really want to be said in the one-shot:does my being half-naked bother you?

and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe: uuhm...humor and love :D

[amandaaraujo]

omg this is going o be funnn


kk

character Lauren
fav TH: Tom Kaulitz

petite nice body normal sized chest

make the story about a love that could never be but smehow came through at the end

plez it about my cousin i just wante to see her reaction shes always denying she likes tom but ive seen her looking aat some pictures of him and just sihing ahahah i wonder shes gonna take it :D do it if you can or it interests you :) oh and keep updating US girls and those girls cuz u know i cant live without that stry aahahhahah lol

[ILuvKaulitzTwins4E]

name: kelsey
Fav TH member: Tom
age: 17
physical description: tall 5 9", shoulder length dark brown hair with red tips, dark borwn eyes, not to skinny and not fat

and any other random thing you want, like a certain feeling, breakup, makeup, a telephone, a concert, a banana peel maybe: break-up then make-up