Two more drabbles delivered!
Alright. Two more drabbles... ficlets... whatever the fuck you wanna call them are written... If there are anyone else that wants me to write one, just comment with a prompt HERE and I will. We're a long way yet to reach ten prompts. ;-)
I hope those I wrote these for enjoy them... I blame you two for everything. *nods*
Title: Skittles-mystery
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Gen
Warnings: Crack, Fluff
Word count: 697
Summary: Someone stole his skittles!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened.
Authors Note: Written for diamondairways who gave me this prompt: "it's Easter, Bill has a lot of candy just for himself; he doesn't share it, not even with Tom! But, someone steals it! Who is the thief, and what will Bill do when he finds him? (humor, can be any pairing or none)." Not sure I meet your prompt, but I did try… I couldn’t help but picture Bill playing detective during this. X-D
It was perfect really, Bill grinned to himself. Sometimes there were some good parts with being up and about before the others even if it was rare that he was… Yesterday when David had been by the suit they all shared, Bill had been the one opening the door…. Only to get a huge Easter egg filled with candy…. Apparently a fan had dropped it off. The others didn’t know. And now it was his… All his. And he’d hidden it too. So no one could find his secret stash of Skittles… It was a common knowledge that his and Toms favorite candy was Skittles, so it was no surprise that had been the filling in the egg, so to speak… He’d hidden it far back in the closet in his room in the suit. Now sneaking there, he decided to have some pick me up of sweets...
The egg was there, behind his thigh-high boots…. But opening it, the egg was empty! WTF? Bill nearly blew a fuse, but restrained himself from using his impressive vocal cords. Someone had taking his candy! OK, so the note had said it was for all four of them, but fuck that! It was HIS stash! This was not a good start of the day!
Walking out of his room, Bill saw that the other doors were closed. For now. But he could hear movements behind each door. Could it have been Gustav who stole his candy? He sure had a HUGE sweet-tooth, everyone knew it… Or was it Georg? Not quite such a huge sweet-tooth. To protective of his precious abs, but once he got a hold of candy, the man couldn’t stop. It could be him. And, a stab to the back, could it be Tom? They were both as bad, Bill knew… Maybe he took the candy to give Bill hell for not sharing to start with? All possible. And there were only them sharing the suite.
That day Bill watched his friends more closely than usual. Didn’t Georg stay unusually long in the bathroom? Was Tom more hungover then he normally was? Was Gustav even more quite then usual? He even went as far as to explore their rooms when they were out, Gustavs when he was out on a walk to look at the city they were in, and Tom’s and Georg’s while they were playing some silly game. He even crawled under their beds, with the danger of getting dust in his hair! But it was the disappearance of the Skittles, dammit! And no one could eat that much Skittles and not feel sick, Bill concluded.
Finally he decided to just interrogate them one at a time to find out who stole his Skittles!
Starting with Tom, the only reaction he got was “Uhu? Skittles? Where?” and he could see Tom wasn’t lying. Clearly. Bill could see that. Dammit. So one of the G’s then.
He corners Gustav first, who is reading a book about the cival war. But his only answer from the Skittels interrogation was that he’d drank too much the night before. Unusual, yes, but not an unheard of accurance.
That left Georg. Cornering him wasn’t hard. Not when he returned from the hotel gym, where he’d spent an unusual long time, raising Bills suspicion. Grabbing on to his sweaty friend and pushing him against the wall, Bill glared at him. “MY skittles. Why?”
“Uhu? What?” And was that a blush creeping up his neck, or was he just blushing from his workout, Bill thought?
“YOU took my Skittles, didn’t you?”
“Ehr… “ and he ducked under Bills arm, moving away from him. “Well, it said it was for all…?”
“YOU BASTARD! You ate them all!” and with that Bill grabbed a hairbrush and started hunting Georg around the suite giving him an extra workout and Tom and Gustav a good laugh before they took pity on Georg and stopped Bill, who still gave Georg Hell for not sharing (forgetting he himself had planned to do just the same thing). It all ended well though, with Georg buying new Easter eggs for all his friends. And this time, they all shared.
Title: My Hobbit…
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Tom/Georg, Bill/Gustav
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 463
Summary: How to tell your brother….
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened.
Authors Note: Written for steinsgrrl who gave me this prompt: "I'd love to see Torg, Tom angsting over how to split his time between Bill and Georg. Maybe a little intimate moment with Georg, feeling guilty, but not being able to leave. Something like that, however you want to do it." OK, so I didn’t really meet this prompt… I started out with Tom angsting over splitting his time between the two, and then... This thing just ran away with me. Sorry! :-P
Fuck… Bill would have a field day, Tom was sure off it… Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. He’d never held anything from his twin. Except this. Georg. Which was fucking nuts! Because it was Hagen. Their hobbit, for crying out loud!
It had all started so innocently, even. During a drunken game which had ended up with Bill falling asleep with Gustavs belly as a pillow (and how Bill had managed to sleep the way the drummer snored, Tom would never know…) and him and Georg taking photos of the two… How they’d gone from that to kissing and making out, like their life depended on it, was a mystery… to both of them. The morning after had been embarrassing to say the least, and Tom was now very grateful for the stubbornness of Georg that made him nag Tom until they’d both talked… and done it again, sober. And again… and more often…. And now Tom couldn’t think about anything but Georg…. Preferably naked.
Which had proven to be a problem… Since Bill was starting to catch on. Dammit! His twin had turned more and more clingy, wanting special twin dates and such… Not that Tom minded much. I mean, it was Bill his twin and he loved him more than anything and trusted him. But he loved Georg too. Yes, he dared to say it, at least to himself. And Bills clinginess had started to interfere with certain needs of his… and of Georgs, leaving the bassist quite grumpy telling Tom he needed to tell Bill. And now.
So now Tom was pacing his own living room waiting for Bill to get home. From wherever he was… For once, Tom wasn’t sure. As soon as Bill walked in the house and room, he just looked Tom over seeing how nervous he was.
“Tom. Whatever it is you want to say, just say it. Before you explode.” He calmly told Tom, making Tom curse to himself. Damn Bill for knowing him so well. And damn Bill for being so calm! Damn, damn, damn. “Tom…”
“I can’t stay in tonight… I have a date, so…” Not entirely untrue, Tom thought proudly.
“Oh, who is it?” Bill asked with a smile, and was that a glint of mischief? Wait, what, Tom thought…
“Hmm…”
Then Bill just laughed at him, and left Tom gaping with his jaw at the floor with his next statement. “Oh, please… I know about your thing with Georg… Started the same night I woke up on Gustav’s belly, which was a very interesting wake up, let me tell you…. And let’s just say I am not sure you got the better G, darling brother….” And he patted Tom on the arm before leaving the room...
I hope those I wrote these for enjoy them... I blame you two for everything. *nods*
Title: Skittles-mystery
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Gen
Warnings: Crack, Fluff
Word count: 697
Summary: Someone stole his skittles!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened.
Authors Note: Written for diamondairways who gave me this prompt: "it's Easter, Bill has a lot of candy just for himself; he doesn't share it, not even with Tom! But, someone steals it! Who is the thief, and what will Bill do when he finds him? (humor, can be any pairing or none)." Not sure I meet your prompt, but I did try… I couldn’t help but picture Bill playing detective during this. X-D
It was perfect really, Bill grinned to himself. Sometimes there were some good parts with being up and about before the others even if it was rare that he was… Yesterday when David had been by the suit they all shared, Bill had been the one opening the door…. Only to get a huge Easter egg filled with candy…. Apparently a fan had dropped it off. The others didn’t know. And now it was his… All his. And he’d hidden it too. So no one could find his secret stash of Skittles… It was a common knowledge that his and Toms favorite candy was Skittles, so it was no surprise that had been the filling in the egg, so to speak… He’d hidden it far back in the closet in his room in the suit. Now sneaking there, he decided to have some pick me up of sweets...
The egg was there, behind his thigh-high boots…. But opening it, the egg was empty! WTF? Bill nearly blew a fuse, but restrained himself from using his impressive vocal cords. Someone had taking his candy! OK, so the note had said it was for all four of them, but fuck that! It was HIS stash! This was not a good start of the day!
Walking out of his room, Bill saw that the other doors were closed. For now. But he could hear movements behind each door. Could it have been Gustav who stole his candy? He sure had a HUGE sweet-tooth, everyone knew it… Or was it Georg? Not quite such a huge sweet-tooth. To protective of his precious abs, but once he got a hold of candy, the man couldn’t stop. It could be him. And, a stab to the back, could it be Tom? They were both as bad, Bill knew… Maybe he took the candy to give Bill hell for not sharing to start with? All possible. And there were only them sharing the suite.
That day Bill watched his friends more closely than usual. Didn’t Georg stay unusually long in the bathroom? Was Tom more hungover then he normally was? Was Gustav even more quite then usual? He even went as far as to explore their rooms when they were out, Gustavs when he was out on a walk to look at the city they were in, and Tom’s and Georg’s while they were playing some silly game. He even crawled under their beds, with the danger of getting dust in his hair! But it was the disappearance of the Skittles, dammit! And no one could eat that much Skittles and not feel sick, Bill concluded.
Finally he decided to just interrogate them one at a time to find out who stole his Skittles!
Starting with Tom, the only reaction he got was “Uhu? Skittles? Where?” and he could see Tom wasn’t lying. Clearly. Bill could see that. Dammit. So one of the G’s then.
He corners Gustav first, who is reading a book about the cival war. But his only answer from the Skittels interrogation was that he’d drank too much the night before. Unusual, yes, but not an unheard of accurance.
That left Georg. Cornering him wasn’t hard. Not when he returned from the hotel gym, where he’d spent an unusual long time, raising Bills suspicion. Grabbing on to his sweaty friend and pushing him against the wall, Bill glared at him. “MY skittles. Why?”
“Uhu? What?” And was that a blush creeping up his neck, or was he just blushing from his workout, Bill thought?
“YOU took my Skittles, didn’t you?”
“Ehr… “ and he ducked under Bills arm, moving away from him. “Well, it said it was for all…?”
“YOU BASTARD! You ate them all!” and with that Bill grabbed a hairbrush and started hunting Georg around the suite giving him an extra workout and Tom and Gustav a good laugh before they took pity on Georg and stopped Bill, who still gave Georg Hell for not sharing (forgetting he himself had planned to do just the same thing). It all ended well though, with Georg buying new Easter eggs for all his friends. And this time, they all shared.
Title: My Hobbit…
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Tom/Georg, Bill/Gustav
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 463
Summary: How to tell your brother….
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened.
Authors Note: Written for steinsgrrl who gave me this prompt: "I'd love to see Torg, Tom angsting over how to split his time between Bill and Georg. Maybe a little intimate moment with Georg, feeling guilty, but not being able to leave. Something like that, however you want to do it." OK, so I didn’t really meet this prompt… I started out with Tom angsting over splitting his time between the two, and then... This thing just ran away with me. Sorry! :-P
Fuck… Bill would have a field day, Tom was sure off it… Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. He’d never held anything from his twin. Except this. Georg. Which was fucking nuts! Because it was Hagen. Their hobbit, for crying out loud!
It had all started so innocently, even. During a drunken game which had ended up with Bill falling asleep with Gustavs belly as a pillow (and how Bill had managed to sleep the way the drummer snored, Tom would never know…) and him and Georg taking photos of the two… How they’d gone from that to kissing and making out, like their life depended on it, was a mystery… to both of them. The morning after had been embarrassing to say the least, and Tom was now very grateful for the stubbornness of Georg that made him nag Tom until they’d both talked… and done it again, sober. And again… and more often…. And now Tom couldn’t think about anything but Georg…. Preferably naked.
Which had proven to be a problem… Since Bill was starting to catch on. Dammit! His twin had turned more and more clingy, wanting special twin dates and such… Not that Tom minded much. I mean, it was Bill his twin and he loved him more than anything and trusted him. But he loved Georg too. Yes, he dared to say it, at least to himself. And Bills clinginess had started to interfere with certain needs of his… and of Georgs, leaving the bassist quite grumpy telling Tom he needed to tell Bill. And now.
So now Tom was pacing his own living room waiting for Bill to get home. From wherever he was… For once, Tom wasn’t sure. As soon as Bill walked in the house and room, he just looked Tom over seeing how nervous he was.
“Tom. Whatever it is you want to say, just say it. Before you explode.” He calmly told Tom, making Tom curse to himself. Damn Bill for knowing him so well. And damn Bill for being so calm! Damn, damn, damn. “Tom…”
“I can’t stay in tonight… I have a date, so…” Not entirely untrue, Tom thought proudly.
“Oh, who is it?” Bill asked with a smile, and was that a glint of mischief? Wait, what, Tom thought…
“Hmm…”
Then Bill just laughed at him, and left Tom gaping with his jaw at the floor with his next statement. “Oh, please… I know about your thing with Georg… Started the same night I woke up on Gustav’s belly, which was a very interesting wake up, let me tell you…. And let’s just say I am not sure you got the better G, darling brother….” And he patted Tom on the arm before leaving the room...