wedding, tommyinnit.

forty five. stained hands.

warnings: none.

IRL

MARCH 26TH, 2023.
3:55am

"tommy, shut the fuck up, my dad's in bed!" i whisper yelled at tommy, who was snickering at a joke he'd previously made.

we were sat in my bathroom, trying to be quiet but for some odd reason everything was a thousand times funnier at this time in the morning. my camera was recording us and i was sat on a chair, tommy stood behind me whilst applying black hair dye to my roots.

my hair was naturally brown, but i dyed it jet black when i was thirteen and the colour stuck with me. i'd noticed my roots growing in earlier in the day, so we made a stop at tesco and bought dye so tommy could redye it for me.

"sorry, i'm just fucking hilarious." tommy laughed, finishing up with plastering the hair dye all over my head.

reaching over for a flannel, i wet it and wiped around my forehead and ears, so it wouldn't stain. tommy being tommy, he refused to wear gloves.

"give me your hands." i demanded, sitting on my bathroom counter.

hesitantly, he gave me his black stained hands, and i scrubbed them with the flannel, getting as much off as i could.

"i've helped you as much as i can, the rest is on you." i smiled, placing the flannel into his hands and picking up my camera. "we will see you in forty five minutes to wash it out."

turning the recording off, i looked back at tommy who was vigourously washing his hands trying to get the dye off of them, clearly struggling.

"just wait until after cause you're helping me wash it out, and then i'll help you get it off." i announced and he nodded.

"go for a drive after? we might just make it in time to our spot."

smiling, i nodded with agreement. "obviously."

we stayed quiet for a moment, making eye contact with eachother. if it was anyone else in that moment, i'd awkwardly laugh, but it's different with tommy. i could stare into his eyes forever while being silent and it'd never get quiet. his lips curled into a smile and i felt my cheeks start to rise with heat, so i quickly looked down.

placing his finger on my chin, he turned me to look back up at him as he stood between my legs, leaning down and placing a small, gentle kiss to my lips.

every single time he kissed me my body had the same reaction, i never got bored. my heart would thump out of my chest and my stomach would almost explode, he had such an effect on me. pulling away from the kiss, i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

"aw, ev, you got hair dye on my beard." he complained, pulling away and looking at the little amount of stubble on his chin, wiping the dye off hastily with his fingers.

i giggled, pulling my knees up to my chest. "i'm shaving that tomorrow, it tickles my face."

"you can, saves me a job."

for the next forty-odd minutes, we made jokes and had to cover our mouths to insure we wouldn't wake anybody else up with our awfully loud laughs. then it was time to wash my hair dye out, so i started recording and got on my knees, putting my hair over the bath.

tommy took the shower head, starting to wash the dye out of my hair. he made sure he got it all and didn't miss any, then continued to spray the water directly in my face.

"oh my fucking— tommy you— oh my god, you prick." i spat the water out and he laughed, taking a towel and wiping my face with it messily.

taking the towel from his hands, i wrapped my hair in it and stood up, looking at my camera with a deadpan face. tommy put his arm around my shoulder and shot a smile to the camera.

"i fucking hate you."

"yeah, and pigs can fly." he joked, moving his arm from my shoulder.

refusing to laugh at his stupid dad joke, i dried my hair with the towel as best as you possibly can towel dry your hair. surprised at how well he did, i showed the camera and spoke for a while, tommy making ridiculous and random comments, bringing up george. turning my camera off, i left the bathroom.

"put your shoes on, and be fucking quiet." i threatened, taking my wet shirt off and sliding tommy's hoodie over my body.

"yes, sir." tommy snickered, putting his converse on, which i put mine on to match.

"c'mon, be quiet." i said, taking his hand in mine after sliding my phone and car keys into my hoodie pocket.

making our way outside quietly, we got in my car and i drove us to 'our' spot, making it just in time to watch the sun rise. our little thing.

——— ALICE TALKS :)

they r so fucking cute !!!!!!!!!! fangirling over my own fanfic twirling my hair kicking my legs <3333

anyway only 5 chaps left, so sad

see u next time homeboys