#and I froze thinking this is how I die 😂

[smileygoth]

Undeath by Stereo (Stranger Things / Lost Boys)

Kind of an unofficial part 2 to my earlier fic ‘The Outlaw Torn’ but obvs this one is supposed to be funny :D All thanks go to @silver-psychopath for the idea – the link to their original post is below – and for letting me post this!

The premise: Vampire Eddie gets out of the Upside Down – he’s confused, he’s hungry, he has nowhere to go … so he goes to Dustin’s house. Cue some ‘Lost Boys’ style hysteria!

(And yes I know there's no stereo in it but I couldn't resist that title okay?!?!?!)

CW: There's a minor altercation with a cat ... that's about it!

Word Count: 2519 words.

Image: @zoomergeeked on Pinterest.

The figure stumbling out of Forest Hills trailer park went unseen by anyone. This was probably for the best for him, since his long hair and Hellfire t-shirt were on ‘Wanted’ posters all over Hawkins, and the large bloodstained holes in his clothes would have drawn attention even if those didn’t. A few steps outside the park gates, however, he paused. His dark eyes raised to the sky and grew wide with panic. Above the treeline he could see the soft pink tinge of approaching dawn. Even if he hadn’t seen plenty of horror movies to know, he instinctively felt that sunlight would be bad news for him now. He had to get inside before dawn. The problem was, he had nowhere to go. He was wanted, and his home had been destroyed. Where could he go to be safe?

The fear faded from his eyes a little as something occurred to him, and he smiled. He knew where he could go.

----

“Dusty, time for lights out!”

Dustin looked up from his desk. “Alright Mom, I’m just gonna finish this comic book, okay?”

There was a slight pause. “Alright, sweetheart, but don’t be up too long! It’s a school night!”

“I promise,” Dustin replied. “Love you, Mom!”

“Love you too, Dusty,” his mother’s voice replied. A moment later, he saw the hall light turn off. He’d taken to leaving the door ajar because the new cat, Tews, liked to sleep at the end of his bed sometimes. He glanced around and sure enough, there was a small grey circle of fur on top of the blankets, purring happily. His eyes wandered over to the glass tank where Yurtle was contentedly munching on some lettuce under his heat lamp. He smiled to himself and turned back to his comic book, stifling a yawn. He only had a few pages to go, and then he’d turn in …

Tap-tap-tap-tap.

Dustin jumped and spun round in his chair. What the hell was that? It sounded like it came from Yurtle’s tank, but the turtle was still happily munching on his food. He looked across to the bed. Tews was staring up at the window above Yurtle’s tank, ears pricked up and alert.

“You heard it too, huh?” Dustin muttered.

Tews’s ear flicked briefly in his direction; otherwise the cat remained still, their eyes fixed on the window.

The noise came again: tap-tap-tap-tap. And then something else – a muffled voice.

“Dustin, for Christ’s sake, I know you’re in there, would you let me in already?”

Dustin froze. He knew that voice! But it was impossible – it couldn’t be …

He jumped up and rushed over to the window, pulling aside the thin curtains. A pale, haggard, but familiar face stared back in at him.

“Eddie?” he exclaimed.

Eddie smiled in relief. “Yes,” he sighed. “Could you let me in please?”

“What are you doing here?” Dustin cried. “You died! I watched you die!”

Eddie rolled his eyes impatiently. “Yeah, I know, and I will explain everything, I promise, but first could you please just let me in?”

“Oh – uh, yeah,” Dustin stammered. His mind was whirling; he had so many questions, so many thoughts spinning through his head, he didn’t know what to say first. “Let me just …”

He ran back across the room and closed his bedroom door, after pausing to listen for his mother. Everything outside the door was quiet. He pushed the door to until he heard the quiet click of the latch, then went back to the window. He flicked the latch and slid the pane aside. “Come in,” he said.

Eddie slid through the window head first, arms reaching down for purchase on the cluttered bureau beneath it. Dustin saw too late what was going to happen as Eddie’s lithe form came through the window and his weight overbalanced. “Shit – hold on -” he blurted, reaching out to try and steady him. “Just – don’t – watch out for Yurtle -”

Toys and half-finished inventions clattered to the floor, but somehow they managed to get Eddie inside without overturning Yurtle’s tank. Eddie found his feet and threw his arms around Dustin, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, man,” he gasped.

Dustin hugged him back, tears spilling from his eyes as the reality of the situation set in. “You’re really here,” he sobbed. “I thought you died!”

“Me too, buddy,” Eddie replied. “Me too.”

Dustin blinked away tears, trying to get a hold of himself. There was so much he wanted to say … Over Eddie’s shoulder he could see Yurtle’s tank. The turtle had retreated to the far corner of his tank and pulled himself into his shell. Odd, but Dustin figured he’d been spooked by the commotion of Eddie climbing through the window. Then his eyes drifted left, to the bed. To his surprise, Tews was standing, back arched and fur standing on end, glaring at Eddie. A low growl emanated from the small cat.

Dustin’s skin prickled. Something was off here. Something was way off. Sniffing, he tried to pull away from Eddie, but the bigger boy was holding him tightly in place.

“Eddie?” he said. “Um – what’s going on?”

Eddie was shivering, and Dustin could feel his fingers digging into his shoulders. They felt sharp. His breath felt cold against his neck. “Eddie?” he said again.

Eddie’s voice was shaking as he replied. “I’m sorry, man,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Dustin asked. He felt one of Eddie’s hands raise to his head, fingers grasping his hair and pulling his head to one side. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I’m really sorry,” Eddie said again, his voice choked with some strong emotion. “I’m just so damn hungry …”

Dustin pushed at Eddie, trying to shove him away. From the corner of his eye he saw Eddie’s mouth open wide, caught a glimpse of long, sharp fangs. “Eddie,” he cried. “No, no no nonononononoEDDIE -”

There was an inhuman yowl and a vicious hissing, spitting sound, and suddenly Eddie was pushing Dustin away. Dustin stumbled backward, tripping over his desk chair and landing on his butt on the floor as Eddie spun in a circle, swearing. On his shoulder was a tiny grey ball of rage, biting and clawing at his face. Eddie reached up and seized the cat in one hand, flinging it away from him. Tews flew through the air, landed on the bed, and immediately darted beneath it, still spitting and hissing like a demon.

Eddie looked at Dustin in disbelief. Long, red scratches ran down the side of his face. He lifted his fingers to them and winced. “What the fuck was that?!?” he cried.

Dustin stared at him in disbelief. Eddie’s fingernails were long, discoloured and pointed. His dark brown eyes were now red and luminous. And the shocked ‘o’ of his mouth revealed the points of two long fangs. “What … what … what the fuck are you?!” he retorted, scrambling to his feet.

Eddie lowered his hand and looked around, dazed. “Your cat attacked me!” he exclaimed indignantly. Already the wounds on his face were disappearing.

“Why’d they attack you though, Eddie?”Dustin cried, pulling the chair between them.

Eddie blinked at him. “I don’t fucking know!”

“No?” Dustin’s eyes flicked to the mirror on his wall. “Why don’t you take a look in the mirror, genius?”

Eddie frowned, confused, but did as he was asked. He stood in front of the mirror, and his jaw dropped. He leaned forward, gaping at what he saw, lifting his hand to touch the glass. Dustin shuffled to the side a little so he could see too. Sure enough, the mirror was empty.

“Oh my God,” Eddie murmured. His voice started to rise. “What’s happening?”

“I’ll tell you what’s happening,” Dustin cried. “You’ve got no reflection, Eddie! You know what don’t have reflections? Vampires!”

Eddie’s hands went to his head. He clutched at his hair, turning away from the mirror, and started to moan. “Oh no … oh no no …”

Dustin went on. “Look at yourself, Eddie! You’ve got red eyes and fangs! You just tried to take a bite out of me! You’re a vampire! You’re a goddamn bloodsucking vampire!”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie cursed, his fists now pounding against the side of his head in his agitation. “Oh Jesus H Christ!”

Fuelled by panic, Dustin kept talking. “You wait til Steve finds out about this!” he yelled. “You tried to eat me, you asshole! He’s gonna kick your ass! Well, I mean he'll try to kick your ass ... But anyway you just wait!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Eddie yelled back, holding out his hands in surrender. “I couldn’t stop myself! I’m sorry, Dustin, it’ll never happen again, I swear!”

“Am I supposed to believe that? Jesus, Eddie, you’re a goddamn vampire!”

Eddie’s hands balled into fists and he shook them, his face contorted in fear and frustration. “Stop saying that!” he cried. “I’m not!”

“Then what are you, Eddie?” Dustin retorted, holding the chair between them like a weapon. “You got fangs, you got no reflection, if you’re not a vampire, what the hell are you?”

Eddie turned to meet his eyes. “I’m your friend, Dustin,” he replied, his voice dropping. “Please, you gotta help me!”

Dustin paused. Eddie stared back at him earnestly, the red fading from his eyes until they were back to the familiar dark brown. The silence hung between them like a heavy shroud.

“Dusty?”

Their heads both snapped round to look at the bedroom door as Dustin’s mother started to knock on it from the other side.

“Shit,” Eddie said quietly.

Dustin pushed his chair back toward his desk. “The closet,” he said. “Get in.”

Eddie dived for the closet as Dustin ran to the door. “Sorry, Mom!” he cried.

“What’s going on in there?” his mother’s voice called.

“I, uh …” Dustin looked round to see Eddie’s sneakers disappearing into the closet. “I just got a little carried away with my comic book,” he replied. Once Eddie was out of sight, he pulled the door open a crack. His mother’s anxious face peered in at him.

“Your comic book?” she repeated incredulously.

“Yeah, it was a … a horror comic,” he said. “I guess I got spooked.”

“You got spooked by a comic book?” His mother frowned down at him. “Really?”

A small grey blur shot between Dustin’s feet. Squeezing through the crack in the door and bolting down the hall. His mother turned to watch it, and inspiration struck him. “Yeah, I was reading it and Tews jumped up onto my lap and scared me. It was a really scary comic book,” he added.

His mother looked back at him and shook her head wearily. “Well … lights out now, please,” she said, as sternly as she could.

“Yes, Mom, right away,” he said. “I’m really sorry if I scared you. Love you.”

They said their goodnights, and Dustin closed the door firmly. He flicked the light switch by the door, plunging the room into deep shadow. Only the light from Yurtle’s heat lamp illuminated the room as he listened to his mother’s footsteps retreat in the direction of her bedroom.

He sighed in relief and turned back to the seemingly empty room. Crossing over to the closet, he pulled open the doors. Eddie was sat with his knees pulled up to his chin, his head pressed against Dustin’s hanging clothes, staring up at him with his big brown eyes. His fingernails looked normal now too; in fact he appeared to be the same old Eddie Munson – albeit maybe a bit paler.

Dustin sighed again. “You can come out now,” he said. But he didn’t put out a hand to help him.

Eddie crawled out of the closet and got to his feet. Dustin sat down on the bed, so he took the chair at the desk. “What’s happening to me, Dustin?” he asked glumly.

Dustin shook his head. “I was kind of hoping you could tell me.”

Eddie spread his hands and shrugged. “I remember the bats … and you finding me … and then …” He laughed humourlessly. “And then I woke up and you were gone, and I climbed through the gate and my trailer was trashed, and … I … didn’t know where else to go.”

Dustin couldn’t repress a smile. “So you came to me?”

Eddie looked back at him, smiling a little himself. “Where else would I go?”

Dustin grinned, flushing with pride. “I guess you’ll want to stay til tomorrow night,” he said. “I suppose that’ll be okay. But you better not try to eat me again, Eddie, I’m serious.”

“I won’t,” Eddie said straight away, holding up his hands. “But … uh … have got anything I could, eh …”

Dustin pointed his finger at him. “Do not touch the cat,” he said.

Eddie recoiled, surprised. “Okay, man!”

Frowning, Dustin thought for a moment. “I think there’s some steak in the fridge?” he suggested.

Eddie looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

----

“Guys!” Dustin exclaimed, running up behind Mike, Will and Lucas as they walked up the path toward school. “You are not going to believe what happened to me last night!”

His friends turned and looked at him curiously. Dustin often got excited about things, but it was usually something worth getting excited about. So they were happy to stop and listen to him. But when he had finished his tale, the faces that looked back at him were sceptical.

“That’s pretty tasteless, Dustin, don’t you think?” Mike said, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “It’s only been a few weeks since Eddie died.”

“Yeah,” Lucas agreed. “Don’t let Steve hear you talking like that. He’d be really pissed.”

Dustin gaped at them. “You don’t believe me?”

“I think you let that new Lost Boys movie get into your head,” Lucas replied. “I mean, that’s almost exactly what happens in the movie, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, man,” Mike agreed. “Vampires aren’t real!”

Dustin spluttered with indignation. “Okay, first off, it’s his brother in the movie, and he gets bit by the dog. Second, I am seriously so mad that you think I’d get spooked by such a dumbass movie. And third … when have I ever been wrong about stuff like this?”

Mike and Lucas rolled their eyes and grinned. Will, however, stood quietly, looking thoughtful. One hand crept to the back of his neck and rubbed. Dustin looked at him. “Will? You believe me, right?”

Will looked at each of his friends and took a deep breath. “I think …” he said. “I think … maybe we should go to Dustin’s house tonight.”

Mike and Lucas stopped smiling.

Dustin smiled. "See? Oh ... but I gotta stop by the market on the way home. I, er, need to buy some steak."

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie the banished #fanfic #stranger things #what if #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #munson #eddie kas theory #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys #vampire #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin #stranger things season four #dustin stranger things

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Idk where we was but I think it was a movie theater like a real upscale theater. Where you had 2 get dressed up to go. He had on this nice black suit with his long medium prince Edward black hair. We was there with with a group of ppl but idk who they were I just knew him. So I take it we was close friends or something and was invited by him. Him and the (I guess) other celebs he was with, set up on like a small mezzanine and me and some other ppl sat right below them so if he wanted anything all he had to do was like lean over and tap me. So but anyway him and his group (it wasn't bts.) Just walked in and sat down before the show started. So I was peeking at him and starring at him. And he caught me starring and was like "what are you looking at?" I said "you're so pretty.😍" He smiled and was like "thank you." So then a lil time went on and I asked him if he wanted something to drink and then asked one of his friends did he want one cuz he looked pale like he seen a ghost. He said yeah but then this other friend got up and just froze. Some how I knew he had like a vicious six sense about things so when that happens something's about to happen. So something did happen it was scary but I can't remember. Then it switched to us back at home I guess cuz it didn't look like a hotel. And it was me and him and this friend in the bed. And two other girls and two other guys on the floor. Like a sleep over. Everyone was sleep but me jimin and partially this dude in the bed with us. I was faced to the wall and jimin was spooned against me. And he got hard outta nowhere. And started slowly humping against me. Like he was trying not to let dude know he was doing that.😊 But dude got offended and left and went in another room. I was like good cuz dude take a hint.😂 So then he finally slide into me and we was going for it but slowly cuz we was tryna be quite. When I came, he covered my mouth. Then he got on top of me and made that real slow antagonizing sex with me. He knew what he was doing and his goal was to make me cum over and over and he did just that.🥴 So after we came together he stayed in it and was just talking to me. And in the middle of talking I came 2 more times and begged him to please get out of me, I moaned whined "please I can't take no more I'm gonna die.!" 👀🤕And he just laughed. He loved how he was making me suffer.🙃 And then I woke up. I said BITCH WHY WOULD YOU WAKE UP!🤦🏾‍♀️ But I noticed that in actuality had multiple orgasms in my sleep because of jimins ass. Woke up orgasming trying catch my breath and everything. It was so good y'all omg. Best dream ever!

The whole way through I was like ‘WHO?!! Who is he?!’ And then I got to the Jimin mention and was like ohhhhh now this makes sense 😅. Sounds like a fantastic night 😏 hehe 😉.

#asks #anon #bts #Jimin thirst #dreams

[northernmoments]

In Norwegian we have a saying that goes: «det er viktig å føle at du lever» which translates directly to its important to feel that you are alive. We say that about situations that made your heart race. Sometimes good, but mostly bad situations.

I had a moment like that this morning when a snow plower came at me full speed on a fenced in piece of pavement.

#and I froze thinking this is how I die 😂 #it stopped in time and I squeezed around it #personal #winter #Norway #Norwegian

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Primogeniture + 89

@themarbledfox bruh this was supposed to be a cute OTP prompt challenge for the month and somehow I ended up tackling neurodiversity, internalized ableism, and trauma response? Idk 😂 Those things are touched upon, so most of this snippet is under a read more cut.

Jane exits the district office for Newton Public Schools on a drab March morning, pushing out of the rusting green door and past the red-orange brick to the parking lot. Maura has already left, in a huff with Chiarina in tow after a hushed argument with Jane just outside the conference room provided for their meeting. This has left Jane to depart the Special Education department on the third floor all on her own. She had thanked the specialists for their time and their thorough assessments, just like Maura did, and then bowed out as quickly as possible.

It isn’t that Maura was rude, in fact, being rude isn’t in Maura’s nature. At least, not to strangers. Rather, Jane usually bears the brunt of it, when Maura is sure that her Brahmin veneer won’t be tarnished and she can lay into her wife as quickly and as privately as possible. And this time, Jane can’t really blame Maura, considering it’s her Rizzoli genes that have got three-year old Chiarina leaving the consonants off the ends of some words, putting the t sound where her k should go, and chattering so fast sometimes syllables get thrown by the wayside for the sake of saying what she needs to say now. Not to mention her flags become fads, her ideal pet is a dod, and every night, she climbs up high so she can leap onto the nearest soft surface. Sometimes she misses - ok, a lot of times she misses - and the thuds, the whooshes, and the schwacks petrify Maura, all while Jane barely registers it for how normal it all seems to her: the unfinished meals, half-done puzzles, the wild array of toys strewn about the bedroom.

So, Maura had, quite un-rudely, complimented the pathologist’s findings, asked what the next steps were, and waited for the response with an uncharacteristic bounce in her knee, one so novel that even Chiarina, buried in the toy box left out to occupy her while the adults talked, froze when she took notice. Then, once they were dismissed with a phone number to set up services through the local school with the pathologist there, Maura had all but dragged Jane and Chiarina out, fidgeting like she’d die if she spent another minute with those very nice, very professional people.

So, Jane did what Jane does. “It’s not that bad, Maura,” she had said, instead of waiting for Maura to start. “She’ll get some speech and she’ll pull it together; she’s just like me when I was a kid,” then, she had paused and grimaced. “Actually, just like Tommy, too. Maybe you should be worried.”

The joke was the opposite of what Maura needed. Maura had glared and took Jane by the lapel, Chiarina by the hand, to the nearest dark corner by the restroom. “You think this is funny? You think it’s a laughing matter that this is happening to us? And that it’s your family’s fault?”

“I-” Jane had opened her mouth, but Maura silenced it.

“I’m taking her to your mother’s so I can get back to my autopsy. I’ll see you at home,” she had said.

That’s the image that Jane carries with her when she finally drops into the unmarked and starts up the engine. Again, she doesn’t blame Maura. Tried to warn her, maybe, a couple of times when Maura had been enchanted by the idea of giving Jane an heir and Jane was left having to explain that this is what having a Rizzoli heir meant. Funny, smart, dangerous, impulsive chaos. Frankie was the outlier, but she and Tommy? Chiarina could be their carbon copy.

Thus, before she returns to the precinct, Jane decides she has time to stop by the flower shop by the house. It’s the least she could do.

___

The morgue is quiet; even the classical music that Maura usually plays in the background is shut off today. Jane had gotten held up by a disturbance call related to their open double homicide, so it’s nearly two pm when she finally enters through the double door with a bouquet of many colored roses, already in a vase. Maura works, with her goggles and her face shield on so that she can bend close to the open chest cavity and inspect a nick on a rib. Jane sets the flowers carefully on the adjacent table. She makes sure the ping of glass against metal is soft, but loud enough to get Maura’s attention.

It works, and Maura looks up, startled. When she sees the flowers, she scrunches her face to keep herself from crying.

Jane takes this as a sign that she should probably speak first. “Sorry you yet again got saddled with Rizzoli family drama,” she says. “And sorry that our kid’s diff-”

Maura cuts her off for the second time that day. “Stop. Stop. I should be apologizing to you. I… I panicked. I got scared for her and then I lashed out.”

Jane smirks, puts her hands behind her back. “I noticed,” she replies with affection.

“I just… I went down the rabbit hole, Jane. When that nice woman was talking, and she was naming back to me all the patterns she saw in Rina’s speech, naming all the difficulties she has, putting on paper what I already knew, all I could think about was comorbidity of language impairment, reading problems, sensory integration issues, with ADHD. I started reciting studies to myself, thinking back to all the things she does and I…”

“Panicked. Like you said. I realize it probably wasn’t helpful when I said she was exactly like Tommy,” Jane approaches slowly. When Maura doesn’t turn away, she puts her hand out. Maura takes it. “But truth is, she’s not. Language was an issue with Tommy. He talked late, he had problems with remembering things and with word order and stuff. You been in a room with Rina lately? That girl has too much word order. She uses longer sentences than you.”

Maura chuckles once to herself, allowing one last tear to fall before she sniffles her life back together. “She does, that’s true.”

“So don’t catastrophize, babe,” says Jane. “In that meeting, no one said language disorder. No one said ADHD. Don’t push somethin’ on her that hasn’t been put out there. If we find that stuff out down the road, we deal with it then.”

Maura looks up at Jane, her unruly black curls with just a smattering of gray at her temples, her expressive eyes that follow Maura’s every movement and memorize everything about her. She decides not to belabor the point, to name all the ways that Tommy and Jane are alike, how bashing in a cafeteria window with your foot when you’re seven, or half-scrawled notes and unfinished projects around the house point to an intelligent, disorganized, adaptive, different brain just like their daughter’s. Kind of like Maura’s. She’ll save that for another day. “Ok. But you have to keep me in check.” That, Jane is very good at.

“You start to fall, I’ll pull you back,” Jane says, knowing Maura wants to say more, but also knowing not to push it. “I always got you. I always got that kid, too. Even though I know today was just the first of a hundred meetings at the school, if she’s anything like me.”

“She’s everything like you,” Maura replies, making her way into Jane’s arms, and this time she means it with affection, and not hostility. “And that’s all I wanted.”

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #otp prompts #I do think Maura would struggle with the idea that her kid might be different or that school might be hard for them #because it would trigger her #and Jane's her safe space so she would lash out of course #also speech sound disorders and ADHD have a weak correlation #but SSD and language impairment that are comorbid have a high correlation with ADHD #so maura is overreacting a little bit here #even though the chromosome for the ADHD and SSD genes are the same #that blows my mind #ok I digress please enjoy

[tomhollandisabae]

Thanks for 'Gold digger' dear ♥️ your so sweet and i'm juste giving you all my UWU. Well, i'm here for a request 👉👈 Can I request for a Tom Holland x Reader where Tom wakes up in a hotel room next to a girl without remembering the night before (because he drank too much). But the girl is Reader who got a hair color while she was drunk. And so Tom panics thinking he cheated on her {I don't know why I like misunderstandings so much 😂}

Awwhhh you're so sweettt🥰🥰thank u for ur support❤️❤️💕

Summary: Last night's events, turns into morning's misunderstandings.

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of bad words and sex

Masterlist | Requests

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Cheater- Tom Holland x Reader

Tom groaned as he was listening to his phone ringing. He didn't know what time was it or even where he was. The only thing he remembered from last night was you and him at a club drinking and dancing. He finally decide to pick his phone up.

"Yeah." He answered rubbing his eyes with his palm.

"Hey Tom. Did you bought me the shoes I told you to buy me?" Paddy asked his brother.

"Paddy, are you serious. Do you know what time is it? You called me this ealry to ask me if I bought you your shoes?" Tom went on and on.

"Chill Tom. I just want to hear a yes or a no and after all these are exclusive Nike shoes only available in the USA at the moment. Do you inow how awesome it will be for me to be the first one to were these shoes at school?" He said excited.

"Ugh Paddy. Yeah I did buy you the shoes. Happy now?" Tom said.

"Yayy thank you. How's Y/n by the way?" He asked.

"She's--" Tom suddenly froze.

He had turned his head to the side, hoping to see yiu sleeping peacefully, when he saw a girl with her back facing him. That wasn't you. The girl had pink hair. He panicked. Your hair are y/h/c. He had screwed up.

"Tommy, are you there?" Paddy asked concerned.

Tom didn't know how to respond. How would he be able to tell his brother that the girl he was supposed to propose to during their vacation in New York, wasn't actually sleeping mext to him. In addition, a pink-hair woman was. He wanted to cry. How could he betray you like that? The only girl he have ever loved!

"Tom?" Paddy asked again.

"I have to go Paddy. I'll call you later." He replied in a hurry tone.

He immediately jumped of the bed and put in his boxers. This was your hotel room. If you weren't there, where the hell were you suppo to be? Did you fight? Did you see anything? A lot of different thoughts were crossing his mind. He grabbed the front of his head and pulled his hair in frustration. He began to cry and to breath heavily. He was an idiot. He fucked up. He lost his only chance with you. You would not be able to forgive him about that. How the fuck did that happened.

You finally sifted on the bed and stretched your arms, as you tried to adjust to the sun light. Your head was killing you, but you knew that it was worth it. Last night was so amazing. Tom was so perfect. He was such a gentleman. He took you to dinner and then after around 12:30am you decided to go to a club. You immediately knew that you would get drunk. Very drunk! After that he took you to your hotel where you were staying and lead you to your room. Well, after that many interesting things happened.

When you turned around to see Tom next to you he wasn't there. You sat up from your bed in a sitting position, letting the mattress fall down from your chest. You saw Tom in the corner of the room crying with his head on his hands. You immediately got worried. Why would he be like that? Did something happen? Did someone die? Why was he crying? Many bad thoughts crossed your mind.

You grabbed your silk robe next to your bed and hurried over to him. When you approached him you kneeled down next to him and put your hand on his head, stroking his hair.

"Tommy..." You whispered as you were feeling tears in your eyes. You couldn't stand watching him like that.

"Tommy, are you okay?" You asked softly. Slowly, he lifted his haid up and looked at you.

He seemed confused and shocked at the same time. Why were you there? Why were you stroking his hair? You should be mad at him, for what he did. But then he took a glance over your hair. It was pink. You... were the girl next to him, it was you, no other stranger, just you.

He felt so happy. His lips formed a huge smile. He couldnt believe in his eyes. He didn't cheat on you. He immediately wrapped his hands around you, hugging you so tighly that you couldn't breath.

You, on the other hand, were so confused. You had jo idea what was going on. How did his mood changed so quickly?

"Tom, what happened?" You asked after a while.

He pulled away from you, placing his hands on your waist, not wanting to live a moment without touching you.

"I thought... that I cheated on you." He finally said.

"What?" You asked shocked.

"I woke up and you had your back facing me and I saw your hair and they were pink and I thought that it was another girl and that I cheated on you akd that we broke up, but I don't want us yo break up Y/n because I love you and I want to spend my whole life with you, till the day I die. I don't want to lose you Y/n. You're the best thing that had ever happened to me and I wanted to propose to you. I still do. I want to make you my wife. You're the love of my life Y/n. I will nevwr ever love another woman the way I love you." He was talking so fast that you couldn't quite understand some things. But one thing you did.

"Y-you want to... marry me?" You asked as tears fell down from your eyes.

"Yes my love, I do. I'm sorry that you had to find out in that way, but I love you Y/n and I want to marry you." He smiled wiping your tears away from your cheeks.

"I love you too Tommy." You smiled sweetly at him.

He finally leaned down amd kissed you. He placed his palms on your cheeks while you had wrapped your amrs around his neck. He deepened the kiss and pushed you on the ground with him laying on top of you.

"I love you too." He whispered on your lips when he broke the kiss for one second.

He traveled his hands down to your body, guiding them to your waist and hugging you tightly. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he lifted you both up and lead you towards the bed. He placed you down soflty and went on top of you again.

He started kissing your neck while his hands found their way towards your hips hrabbing them tightly. Soft whimpers were leaving your lips as your hands your in Toms hair.

You finally snapped, realizing something...

"What color is my hair?!"

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