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undead-supernova · 2 months

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HIGH TOLERANCE

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important note: this is a one-off of my High Tolerance series! I suppose you could read this first, but I think reading the whole 5-part series first would be more fun hehehehe

plot: when a cute guy with curly hair asks you to be his best friend, how can you say no? how do you look away when your whole life has been altered by this one instance? In other words: This is how Eddie and Weirdo met.

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

warnings: drinking, cigarettes, pure fluff

wc: 3.4k

additional note: this cover of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)" was a biiiiig help with tone and vibe hehe

“And we'll have Halloween on Christmas.

And in the night, we'll wish this never ends.

We'll wish this never ends."

You swayed around in circles, careful not to let the microphone cord wrap around your block-heeled Mary Janes. The minimal drums and guitar kicked in, with the faded background vocals echoing I miss you. Your pleated black skirt swayed around you, following your lead.

This was your favorite Tuesday Karaoke genre, the emo and pop-punk throwbacks being your jackpot. It was a classic go-to for you, the meme-ification of the song riling you up even further. And you were going to prove it.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” you nearly screamed, too excited to get to your favorite part. You imitated Tom DeLonge’s voice, concentrating on getting it right. Maybe a little bit more than you should’ve, but— “AND I’M SO SORRY! I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight!”

You really thought that the meme of it all would bring the five drunks here together. That you’d earn at least a chuckle from someone other than the bartender. But maybe you’d miscalculated your audience. Because everyone was sitting, mainly ignoring you as they either talked to each other or stared at their phones.

But was that going to stop you? Fuck. No.

“Don’t waste your time on me.

You’re already the voice inside my head.”

“Woo!”

You glanced over at the voice to see some guy standing there. A very attractive some guy, with long curly hair and bangs. A tight t-shirt hidden by a leather jacket with…a denim vest over it? His hands were stuffed in his pockets, but that didn’t stop him from shimmying both his shoulders and swinging his hips around. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he danced.

He was paying attention to you. Why was he of all people paying attention to you?

You couldn’t deny that you liked it, liked the way he moved no matter how stupid it looked. So, you decided to give him a show, pointing at him as you came in for another round.

“Don’t waste your time on me.

You’re already the voice inside my head.”

He pulled his hands out, cupping them around his mouth. His many silver rings and chain bracelets shone in the light, along with sparkly blue nails.

“Do ‘Freebird’!”

That made you laugh harder than you thought you’d ever laughed before, having to pull the mic away from your lips from the sheer volume that erupted from you. And above the sound of the music, you could hear his guffaw of laughter mixing with yours.

When you looked back at him, a huge grin on your lips, you couldn’t help but feel something tingle in your stomach. Like a small fizzle, something resembling a firework that sputtered out almost immediately after being ignited.

“I miss you."

You replaced the mic back on its stand before stepping down from that shitty excuse for a stage. Immediately, you were face-to-face with this pretty guy.

“Hello, it’s amazing to meet you,” he said.

You smiled. “Likewise. Thanks for being my biggest fan.” Gesturing around the nearly empty bar, you added, “Tough crowd tonight.”

“Oh, I gotta get your album autographed. And your mixtape. And the collector’s edition.”

“Oh my god.” You giggled as you shook your head. “You’re too kind.”

You introduced yourself, desperate to put a name to his face.

“I’m Eddie,” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. You took it without thought, his palm sticking to yours with a bit of sweat. “You’re not gonna sing ‘Freebird’?”

“I don’t think she’s singing it, dude,” another voice said lightheartedly behind you.

You dropped your hand from Eddie’s nearly immediately, absolutely embarrassed for reasons you couldn’t understand.

As you turned, you saw another guy there, with silky honey hair and warm brown eyes, rocking a post-work look. Popped white button-down, navy slacks with shiny mahogany loafers that clanked against the floor when he walked.

His hands were resting on his hips, showing off a nice watch. One lifted, extending toward you. “I’m Steve.”

Taking it, you noticed that you weren’t as affected by his touch. Maybe it was because his hand wasn’t sweaty.

As you introduced yourself, you were almost trampled by a very cute girl.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said with a harsh breath, arm slung around Steve. “Jeez, they really made me grovel to get off on time and the traffic is hell. Maybe we should go back to—” She noticed you then, straightening her posture. Her hairstyle could barely be considered a ponytail from the way half of her short hair had spilled out. A black button-down now unbuttoned, hanging down her sides with a black tank top underneath. Paired with black jeans and an array of thin rings. God, she was cute. “Hello, new friend. I’m Robin.”

“Hi Robin, I’m new friend.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but Steve took over the conversation, asking her about her shift.

You tried to pay attention, but it was brought back to Eddie when he asked, “Can we be best friends?”

You let out a small laugh before nodding. “It’s a done deal,” you responded, earning a high-five.

“Wanna come hang with us?” he asked, pointing his thumb at Steve following Robin to a small table in the back. When had they decided that?

Looking back at Eddie, you weighed your options. You could continue to sit by yourself, reading a book in a bar and listening to them have fun; laugh. Could let yourself wonder what they were talking about. Could take the easy way out, could walk out of there right now and leave yourself wondering what could’ve been with someone like Eddie.

But that wasn’t really the easy route.

And you wanted to take the easy route.

“How could I refuse?”

“So why’re y’all out tonight of all nights?” you asked, placing a napkin under your vodka Redbull to fiddle with something.

Eddie was looking at you, sitting on the opposite side of the table, holding your eye contact in a way that was making you nervous. Because he was lifting his glass to his lips and right on those pretty lips of his was the softest smirk you’d ever seen. And there his dimples were, deepening as he took a sip.

“We’re celebrating,” Robin said, smiling at you.

You turned your attention back to the conversation at hand, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Steve nodded. “We moved here five months ago today.”

“Hell fucking yeah we did!” Eddie exclaimed, raising his glass before clinking it with Steve and Robin’s. You were surprised when he faced you, gesturing towards your drink.

As you lightly tapped your drink to his, you couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at you now. Like you were already something to him.

“Well, congratulations,” you said, still making eye contact. “Do y’all like it here?”

“It’s pretty different from the world we’re from,” Eddie said with a nod.

“Feels very, uh,” Steve stumbled, snapping his fingers. “Can’t think of it…”

“Upside down?” Robin offered.

Snap. “Yes, that. Exactly. Upside down,” Steve said, pointing at her.

“What about you?” Eddie asked.

Your eyes widened. “Me?” All three nodded. “Oh, I’m from Tennessee. I came here for college and then ended up staying.”

Eddie nodded along as you spoke. “You like it here?”

“Yeah, I actually do,” you said. “It’s the first place that’s started to feel like home.’”

Steve smiled. “I hope we all start feeling that way.”

“Oh, I think I’m already there,” Eddie said, shamelessly holding your stare as he lifted his drink back up to his lips again. It was soft, sweet—something that he wasn’t currently sharing with the other two.

No, it was just you.

God, he was hot.

When you looked back at Steve and Robin, you noticed Robin tilting her head at you, like she was observing you or something. Watching you. Studying you. Whatever the right word for it was, she was doing it.

“Rob, we should get up there,” Steve said, nudging her.

She returned his nudge with a more forceful one. “And sing what, dingus?”

“‘Livin’ on a Prayer’!” Steve exclaimed.

“Are you kidding me?” Robin asked. “I’m not singing ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’.”

“Woah-oh, we’re halfway there!” Steve shouted.

“Wo-ah, we’re livin’ on a prayer!” Robin shouted back.

You and Eddie were sitting at the bar, laughing as you watched the two go back and forth. It had started as a field trip to get another drink and then ended with you sitting on the stools. Eddie had followed your lead wordlessly.

“They’re incredible,” you said and really meant it. How they convinced Craig to let them sing a song outside of the theme was astonishing. Maybe Steve gave him heart eyes. Craig was such a sucker for a pretty face.

“I have not seen Robin this drunk in a while,” Eddie commented. “She’s something else.”

“Are you gonna sing?” you asked, turning your attention back to him.

He chuckled. “No, maybe next time.”

“Not a singer?”

“I am, actually,” he replied with that special smile he’d given you earlier. “I just convinced my bandmates to move down here after they graduate back home.”

“Oh, that’s really cool! What’s the name?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

“Metal?” you questioned.

“How’d you guess?”

You shrugged. “A hunch.”

That is the most metal band name I’ve ever heard, you thought to yourself.

“You listen to metal?”

Laughing, you pointed at your outfit. “Clearly.”

His eyes seemed to spark up. “Really?”

“You make that seem like it’s such a big deal,” you said. “Or are you one of those guys that’s all ‘Women don’t even know real music. Name six of their albums.’”

Eddie took a sip of his whiskey, all the while shaking his head. “Nah, I think those guys are assholes. It’s not like women aren’t making the same music about more important shit anyways.”

“Correct answer,” you said, pointing at him before taking another swig of your drink.

He shrugged, scratching the top of his head. “I think it’s wild just ‘cause I come from a small town where the mere idea of liking that genre is, like, unheard of.”

You snorted. “Where are you from?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.”

“That sounds fake, I’m so sorry.” He laughed. “But, to be fair, I don’t know much about Indiana.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Fuck, I wouldn’t wish it on you, either.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky. There’s lots of people in Atlanta who like metal. But beware of the weird Republican-looking guys who listen to butt rock. Oh, and the skinheads. I made that mistake once and I’ll never be the same.”

“Seriously?”

Trying to get the flashback out of your head, you stated plainly, “You’d be surprised how easy it is to think you’re around like-minded people before you realize where you are.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Was it like Green Room?”

“Kinda, just with less death,” you said before pausing. “Or maybe I didn’t stay around long enough to find out.”

“Shit. Makes sense,” he said. “So, are you waiting for someone? A boyfriend…or girlfriend? Partner?” Eddie sighed when you laughed, putting a hand over his face before waving it around. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to being in a cool place like this. I don’t know why I thought anyone would be straight here, least of all you.”

You started laughing harder as he gestured to your outfit. With your skirt and Mary Jane’s, you had a simple black crop top on and spike bracelets. Almost as many rings as him. A simple tattoo choker. You were a blatant neon sign with GAY written in cursive and an arrow flashing at you.

“No, it’s alright. I’m a raging semi-goth bisexual.”

“No way, same here just with metal. And my buddy Steve is bi, too.”

The two of you looked over at Steve who was doing some variation of a hip thrust and pretending to play the guitar at the same time.

“Is he dating your other friend? They seem close.”

Robin whipped her head around as she pretended to play the drums before her head collided with Steve’s and they paused to have a bickering match.

“Robin? Nah. They’re kinda a package deal but they’re platonic with a capital P, as she likes to say. And she’s only into girls.”

“Right, of course.” Some part of you felt an itch that you couldn’t help but scratch. “Uh, are you dating Steve?”

That made Eddie cackle so loudly that even Steve and Robin looked over.

“No, absolutely not,” he finally said. “I’m not dating anyone, least of all Steve.”

You let out a hum. “A gaggle of queers.”

“Got your own gaggle of queers, then?”

You shook your head, watching his smile fall. “Lost all my friends a few months ago,” you explained. “Some my fault, others not.”

You couldn’t help but shrug, trying not to go back to all the shit talking and the fights and the blocking and the tears and the loss. The late nights wondering how you were so blind to the manipulation. The games. The accusations you made against the innocent. The moment you fell to the ground when you realized that you were just the pawn in a game made to humiliate someone else. Someone you considered a close friend.

You’d burned your bridges with the assailants but lost your best friend in the end.

Senior year of college was not what you’d expected it to be.

“Sometimes you trust the wrong people and end up hurting the right ones. Either way, you get burned from a flaming double-edged sword. And then you graduate all alone.”

“That sucks,” Eddie said, his tone changing. “I hate that that happened to you.” He paused, giving you a glance before putting his shoulders back and pretending to wield a sword. “Fear not!” he said in a low voice. “For I am here to lead you from the realm of darkness and into the world of victory!”

You giggled, shaking your head before clearing your throat. Mimicking his posture, you said, “I would be more than honored, my lord!”

As you fell into fits of laughter, your smile fell. “Sorry, I don’t mean to dump all that on you. Sometimes I just have no filter and—”

“No,” he interrupted. “I don’t either. It’s alright. I kinda like talking to you about—”

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve said, approaching you two. “Rob and I are thinking of heading out. Are you coming?”

You watched Eddie’s eyes flicker from Steve to you before he shook his head. “Nah, I think I’m gonna stay out for a little longer.”

For some reason, that made you feel all bubbly inside.

Despite hiding your smile, you caught Robin’s eyes on you again, eyebrows raised at you with some kind of crooked smile on her face.

“Have fun,” she said, glancing between you and Eddie before taking Steve’s arm and dragging him out of the bar.

When the door shut behind them, you turned back to face Eddie.

“You’re staying,” you stated with a playful tone.

“Uh, yeah. I’m talking to my new best friend.”

“You’re telling me that the only time you watched Lord of the Rings was at the beach?” Eddie looked at you like you were crazy, causing you to giggle. “What about the beach says, Let’s go to Mordor, shall we?”

“Listen!” you exclaimed. “My mom and my sister would go to a DVD rental place by one of the grocery stores. Well, then Redbox after video stores closed. But, anyways, every year they had Lord of the Rings on display first. So, they decided that that was that.”

Walking side by side, you and Eddie headed to your cars, sharing the last cigarette in his pack. The bar had closed, the first time you’d ever been kicked out of one. But you and Eddie weren’t done talking.

“And those were the only movies you watched?”

You shrugged. “Basically. Unless you count the time I rented Saw and nearly shat my pants.”

Eddie paused at his car, a rather creepy looking van, looking like he was considering something before he ran around the car. Without any hesitation, you tried to beat him to the other side. But he faked you out, coming back around and scaring you.

“I’d like to play a game,” he growled. You squealed involuntarily, jumping back to escape him. But he continued to chase you around his van. “What’s your name?”

You smirked, surprising him by turning around and pushing him back. “My name is Very Fucking Confused, what’s your name!”

Giggles spilled from your lips, colliding with his in some kind of harmony. It was so natural, the way you fell into tandem with one another. The way you were leaning into one another already, laughter mixing with labored breaths as you tried to catch them.

You couldn’t believe just how easy it was with Eddie, especially after months and months of loneliness. There was a part of you that had given up on any form of friendship. A little voice that told you that no one would be willing to listen when you spoke. No one who could be as goofy as you were. Readily give back what you put out.

And it was something that you really hoped you wouldn’t lose.

“This was really fun,” you said. “You’re really cool.” Before you sounded stupid, you added, “Y’all seem really fun.”

Eddie held a soft smile, reaching his hand out to you. “Here, give me your phone. I’ll give you my number.” You handed it over without any protest. “Let’s hang out in the next few weeks.”

“I’d love that.”

Your smile was slipping. That was just something people said. Nothing ever followed through and you knew that all too well. Any date you tried to go on. Any new interaction with coworkers in passing. Anyone you casually talked to at Go Ask Mary.

“What about next Thursday?” he asked, handing your phone back to you. “Are you free?”

A smile made its way to your face as you stared in shock. “Yeah, I have that day off.”

“Same. I’ll jot it down in my calendar,” he responded with a growing smile before unlocking the door and jumping into his van.

“Welcome to Atlanta, Eddie,” you said, looking up at him.

Leaning down, he gave you a final handshake. You took it, noticing that it was a lot less sweaty than before.

“I’m really starting to like it here,” he said.

And you gazed at each other for a moment, continuing to hold each other’s palms, a special look in your eyes that was reserved for each other. Like this look was going to be a continual thing. Like this was just the start of something. You just couldn’t figure out what exactly that something was.

Then Eddie seemingly flinched, pulling his hand away.

“Thanks for being my new best friend,” he said finally, scratching his cheek before placing it back on the steering wheel.

A lump in your throat formed as you took a step back. Put your hands together behind your back. Squeezed for some kind of comfort to satiate the ache in your palm.

“Thanks for asking,” you replied.

“See you next Thursday?”

“See you next Thursday.”

He shut his door then, leaving you to turn on your heels to trudge towards your own. You noticed that he waited to back out until you got in your car, giving you a wave before driving off.

And you watched his van go, taking him farther away from you. Though you knew you’d see him again in just a week, you really wished it had been now.

Maybe you should’ve known then, should’ve understood what that was going to mean in the future. But hindsight is 20/20 and you’ve never been sure what that even meant. Perhaps it would’ve saved you a lot of distress. A lot of jealousy. A lot of insecurity. If things had transpired differently, maybe you could’ve avoided everything that came to fruition.

But instead, you drove home. Picked out your clothes for work the next day. Brushed your teeth. Got into bed. Turned some YouTube video on. Let the darkness fill your room. All the normal parts of your routine.

Except for the buzz of your phone, a sound that you were still startled by after months of near silence.

It was from Eddie.

can’t wait for next week!

With a smile and droopy eyes, you sent a reply.

Me neither.

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bloodhoundluke · 1 year

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birthday shenanigans ✧ luke hemmings

description: it's luke's 26th birthday and you are trying to make it a memorable one.

pairing: gf!reader x luke hemmings

warnings: alcohol consumption, SO much fluff it's kinda embarrassing, very slight smut (let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 2,1k.

a/:n: if there are any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know :) this has been on my drafts for a few weeks and i thought i'd share it with the internet. writing this definitely deepened my attraction towards luke, lol.

not my original gifs. og gifs 1-3, 5: kaleidoscopeminds (tumblr) & og gif 4: bettermcm (tumblr)

It's Luke's birthday and you surprise him with a morning kiss on his forehead and his favorite coffee. You spend a peaceful morning together, cuddling and talking. "Happy birthday, Lulu", you hum as he grins back and thanks you, showering you in kisses.

"Stay with me. for a while longer, please? It's my birthday, isn't it?", he smirks at you. "Oh, alright then, you brat", you laugh and get back to bed, him instantly wrapping you back in his arms. It was no secret physical touch is Luke's primary love language, and oh boy, he makes you feel so wanted.

After about an hour, you make him breakfast: pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup, as well as a second cup of coffee. You eat together and spend the next few hours walking Petunia, relaxing together on the sofa, and getting ready for lunch.

You two were walking hand in hand to the place where you were supposed to eat lunch at. It was one of Luke's favorite restaurants. Luke didn't know that you had planned a lunch with the boys and Luke's mum, Liz. He hadn't seen her in ages, so when he realized it was his mum sitting at the table, he freaked out, looked at you in admiration and eagerly went to hug her tightly. "Thank you", he whispered into your ear and kissed your temple. You were happy with the fact that Luke wasn't afraid to show physical affection towards you in front of his friends and family.

"Okay, I promised myself I wouldn't do a toast, but actually, I want to. Happy 26th birthday Luke. I am so glad our paths crossed, and that I get to call you my partner. I am so incredibly proud of you. Of everything you've done, and will do. You're an incredible human being. I can't describe how lucky you make me feel. You're a ray of sunshine, I mean it. I love you so, so, so much. So, let's raise a toast to the one and only, living legend, Luke Robert Hemmings!", you giggled. Luke sat beside you, rolled his eyes jokingly, and smiled widely at you. He couldn't believe you actually made a speech - nevertheless, he was proud and taken aback by every word you said.

After lunch, you and Luke headed back to the house that you recently bought together. Petunia waited eagerly for you two and you gave her and Luke some time together, just to check everything was alright with the gift you had bought for Luke. It was quite perfectly wrapped; it was a 'Take Off Your Pants And Jacket' vinyl by Blink-182. You had gone through his vinyl collection just in case he had that one already; he didn't. The best part of the gift was that through your family connections, you had managed to get signatures on it from the members: Mark Hoppus, Tom Delonge and Travis Barker. Barker had even written 'happy birthday luke! have a great one xx - travis' on it. You hoped Luke would like it; and he loved it. "What the hell did I do to deserve you?", he closed you in his warm embrace and you tiptoed to kiss his forehead.

You and Luke made your way to the venue since the boys were having a show tonight. Luke drove with his hand on your thigh almost for the whole journey, only taking his hand away when he needed it for driving. You sang to your favorite music: Green Day, The Good Charlotte, and of course, 5 Seconds Of Summer. You insisted to listen to his solo music, and after a few minutes of convincing, he gave in. "Lu, you sure know how to sing...but have you ever considered that you'd be a great professional toucher?", your sassy remark made Luke giggle; you loved to tease him about how touchy he was towards you. "Geez, here we go again", he commented, laughed and parked the car.

You arrived at the venue and made your way to backstage. After a while of hanging out with the boys, they left to do the sound check. After they were through with that, they came backstage where you were sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, scrolling through Instagram. You showed Luke some of the birthday posts the fans had made for him, which made him giggle and blush slightly, even though he didn't want to admit it. Luke praised the gift you had gotten him to Calum, Michael and Ashton. They were impressed and praised you as well.

Luke wanted to have an ice-cold bath and convinced you to join him. After a while, you went along with him just wearing his ac/dc t-shirt he had on earlier. It was Luke's birthday after all; anything for the birthday boy, you told yourself. "How the fuck do you do this before shows?", you questioned him while you felt like your teeth would fall off since the water was freezing. "Got used to it, I guess", he shrugged his shoulders and threw some water at you. "Hey! Stop it", you pouted and did the same to him, which lead you two to have a water fight. After splashing water at each other, you made your way towards him. He wrapped you in his arms and you shared a few gentle kisses. "I love you even though you make me join you in freezing cold baths", you petted his cheek with your index finger. "That's so cheesy, y/n. but what I am about to tell you is even cheesier...I'll love you until I take my last breath. I love to love you, it's ridiculous", he responded and admired you with his eyes. To him, being with you made the world make sense, and that feeling still sometimes scared him even though you had been dating for a few years now.

After the bath, you both hopped out of the tub. Luke changed into his show attire. Since you had hopped into the bath with just Luke's shirt on, you just changed the clothes you had on before.

Luke wanted to put on some glitter eyeshadow. You noticed he was struggling with that, so you decided to help him. "I should hire you as my makeup artist, mmh?", he mumbled and kissed your chin. "Hey! I am trying to concentrate here, Mr. Hemmings. Keep your mouth all to yourself, please and thank you", you kept on adding the eyeshadow to the inner corners of his eyes. "Oh, really? Are you sure you want that?", he smirked at you. "Okay, I am done now, so the answer is no", you placed the makeup brush aside and sat in his lap. Your lips melted into his and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth ever so slightly.

"Okay, lovebirds, we get that you are in love and that's adorable, but no pg stuff here, please", Calum snorted at you two all while you were sitting in Luke's lap and his lips had moved to kiss your neck. "Oh shit, sorry Cal!", he giggled. Calum exited the room. You and Luke decided to postpone the activities you both had in mind, and join wherever the boys were at.

Backstage, you, Luke, Calum, Ashton and Michael jammed to music, drank a few drinks, and hung out before the show. You perfected your make-up and hair. When Crystal arrived, you caught up with her. Crystal had picked up some takeaway on her way for the whole gang and so you all ate Chinese takeaway before the show.

Luke was having an outfit crisis, so you picked up a gorgeous blouse from the clothing rack and handed it to him, helping him to button the sleeves since he was basically just cursing while attempting to do it himself. Before the show, you wished Luke good luck and he smiled at you, thanking you. He was already out of the door, but made his way back to you just to kiss you. "Jeez, almost forgot", he giggled his slightly drunken giggle. "C'mon now silly, don't be late!", you laughed at him. As you stared at his receding back, you thought of how you couldn't believe this was your life; loving Luke was definitely the highlight of your every morning and night.

You and Crystal watched the show and danced along to the songs like there was no tomorrow. Watching your boyfriend perform was one of your favorite things; if there was one person that was born to be a performer, it was Luke. You could have never believed before tonight that he would talk about you publicly for as long as he did tonight. You both had agreed that you wanted to keep your relationship very private. He flattered you with compliments, calling you 'my love' and 'my gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend'. He even told the crowd what you got for his birthday, making the fans go 'aww'. "Yeah, I know right? She's such a simp", he giggled. You loved how he showed off his silly persona on stage.

"But anyways, been rambling for far too long...I wanted to say just one more thing about (y/n). She means the world to me, and I hope that with this next song I can prove that. This is Best Years". you tried to hold it all in, but you couldn't help the tears escaping your eyes when he started to sing. Crystal hugged you and you caught Luke looking at you in the crowd. He mouthed a quick 'I love you' and you did the same, making him flash off his perfect smile. After years of being together, Luke still made your heart flutter; as you did the same to him.

After the show, you drove home since you had been consuming non-alcoholic drinks all night. Since Luke was having an early morning tomorrow, he didn't want to stay up partying. He was slightly bummed that it was his birthday and he didn't get to celebrate the way he wanted to. Luckily for him, you had arranged a surprise birthday party for him with the boys and other friends next weekend. "I liked your little speech on stage", you commented while driving through the LA traffic. "Really? D'you think it was too much? Too cheesy?", he questioned you and continues on quietly humming along to whatever music you were listening to. "No, not at all. It was cute. Don't worry, birthday boy", you beamed and as your left hand was on the steering wheel, he took the right one in his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. "Good".

Finally, you arrived home. You had gotten Petunia a dog sitter, so you didn't have to worry about taking her on walk. The pupper was laying on her bed in the living room and waggled her tail when you two came home. Luke and you gave her some love and affection until he basically dragged you to bed. Your fingers traced his golden locks as he went through Twitter to answer to some birthday messages. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared into the bathroom to do your skincare routine and brush your teeth. Like many times before, Luke insisted on doing his skincare at the same time as you. He loved such simple and domestic things you did together; even if they were done in utter silence.

The day was coming to an end and after taking off your clothes you both crashed into bed together. This was how you usually slept; with nothing on. It was normal for you and it felt more comfortable to lay under the cozy white sheets. After cuddling for a while, you decided to take the matter into your own hands and sat on top of Luke's waist. The day came to a perfect end: you both gave each other what you had been craving the whole day.

"Luke?", you whispered since you weren't so sure if he was awake anymore. ""Hhmm?", he hummed back and changed his position in the bed, now facing you in the dark. "Did you have a good day?", you smiled even though he couldn't see it. "I had the best day, thanks to you. I appreciate you so much. You make me feel so special, and I love you...more than I can ever put it into words".

#luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings fanfic #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fluff #luke fanfiction #my writing #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #luke x reader #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you

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Episode 178 - Aliens, Extraterrestrials, and UFOs

This episode we’re talking about non-fiction books about Aliens, Extraterrestrials, and UFOs! We discuss unexplained aerial phenomenon, owls, exobiology, and aliens wearing hats!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Astrobiology: A Very Short Introduction by David C. Catling

The Zoologist's Guide to the Galaxy: What Animals on Earth Reveal about Aliens – and Ourselves by Arik Kershenbaum

Death from the Skies! These Are the Ways the World Will End… by Philip Plait

Death from the Skies! The Science Behind the End of the World…

Search for the Unknown: Canada’s UFO Files and the Rise of Conspiracy Theory by Matthew Hayes

Aliens: Join the Scientists Searching Space for Extraterrestrial Life by Joalda Morancy, illustrated by Amy Grimes

Picturing Extraterrestrials: Alien Images in Modern Mass Culture by John F. Moffitt

Intimate Alien: The Hidden Story of the UFO by David J Halperin

They Are Already Here: UFO Culture and Why We See Saucers by Sarah Scoles

Mirage Men: An Adventure into Paranoia, Espionage, Psychological Warfare, and UFOs by Mark Pikington

Mirage Men (Wikipedia) - The documentary

Other Media We Mentioned

Chariots of The Gods by Erich von Däniken

Chariots of the Gods? (Wikipedia)

The X-Files (Wikipedia)

Mars Attacks! (1996 film)

The yodeling scene ("Indian Love Call" by Slim Whitman)

Mars Attacks (Wikipedia)

The trading cards

Communion: A True Story by Whitley Strieber

The Disappearing Act by Florence de Changy

Disappearance of the Malaysian airplane

Links, Articles, and Things

Barney and Betty Hill incident (Wikipedia)

METI International (Wikipedia)

Reptilian conspiracy theory (Wikipedia)

ʻOumuamua (Wikipedia)

Raëlism (Wikipedia)

Martian canals (Wikipedia)

Neon Squid Books

U.S. judge says Penguin Random House book merger cannot go forward

Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program (Wikipedia)

How Blink-182’s Tom DeLonge Became a U.F.O. Researcher

10 Non-Fiction Books About Aliens & UFOs (and other phenomena) by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Aliens: The World's Leading Scientists on the Search for Extraterrestrial Life edited by Jim Al-Khalili

Black Holes, Wormholes and Time Machines by Jim Al-Khalili

More Encounters with Star People: Urban American Indians Tells Their Stories by Ardy Sixkiller Clarke

Strange New Worlds: The Search for Alien Planets and Life Beyond Our Solar System by Ray Jayawardhana

Physics of the Impossible by Michio Kaku

Aliens: Join the Scientists Searching Space for Extraterrestrial Life by Joalda Morancy

Mapping the Heavens: The Radical Scientific Ideas That Reveal the Cosmos by Priyamvada Natarajan

Mondes d'ailleurs by Trịnh Xuân Thuận

Cosmic Queries: StarTalk's Guide to Who We Are, How We Got Here, and Where We're Going by Neil deGrasse Tyson

Why Aren't They Here: The Question of Life on Other Worlds by Surendra Verma

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Join us again on Tuesday, July 18th it’s time for our annual One Book One Podcast pitch episode!

Then on Tuesday, August 1st we’ll be discussing the genre of Pulp Fiction!

#episodes #fiction #ufos #aliens

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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Just hold me 😌 Tom Delonge

Warnings: fluff, cuddling, short, blurb

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Tom Delonge x black plus sized/requested reader

I’m laying on the tour bus in a fetal position because these cramps are so bad. The medicine I took hasn’t kicked in yet and it need to hurry up. Tom should be finished performing by now. I scroll through social media trying to distract myself. I turn down the brightness feeling a headache add itself to my resume of pain.

The tour bus door opens and the whole crew picks themselves on here but Tom is nowhere to be found. “Where’s Tom?” I ask Travis who was the closet getting a beer

“At CVS he should be back in a second” I roll my eyes turning back to the wall

“You ok?”

“I’m on my period and it’s bad”

“Oh god” they all exclaim

“Shut up” I just wanna be held right now and he’s taking too gotdamn long for comfort

“Do you need... anything” Mark asks

“No thanks” I say “I just want Tom”

I keep scrolling through social media and I hear the door open again. I look up seeing my boyfriend with bags in his hand and big smile on his face “finally. Let’s move out” Mark yells. I close my eyes feeling the headache radiate stronger as well as the cramps. Tom comes closer and kisses my head “how my gushy little peach” I flip him off earning a laugh. I turn my body to face him “can you just hold me tonight please”

He looks at me with a soft smile “Yea of course. I got you some pads, Tylenol, and chocolate”

“Aww thank you” I smile. I pull him in the bed and he wraps his arms around me. I move to get more comfortable and lay on his chest while Mark hands him a beer.

“If you don’t marry her I’ll shoot you” he laughs clanking his bottle with Tom’s

“Trust me I will”

#fluff #requested #tom delonge #tom delonge fluff #blink182 smut #blink182 #tom delonge x reader #black plus sized reader #poc

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fandomoniumflurry · 6 years

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Love Like Rockets

832 words not including lyrics

Dean Winchester x Reader

For @idreamofhazel throwback challenge. Hope I did it justice! Because I love me some Tom Delonge!

Prompt: Angels & Airwaves-Love like Rockets

Warnings: None really. Just a bunch of fluff. Little implied sexy time at the end

I held my head as I left the ground

The belts grew tight as the blast grew loud

A loving wish whispered in my ear

Please leave with grace, all the best my dear

Yeah, it's like

I held your hand as I pulled you in

Your lips sealed tight ready to begin

I kissed you first then you kissed my air

If I ask you once will you ask me every year?

Do you feel alive? (Imagine, imagine)

The sun is set in the nighttime sky

The stars they cast a glow upon my eyes

The earth itself a burning ball of light

Yeah, it's like

When our first love was ignited late that night

Do you feel alive? (Imagine, imagine)

The stars in your eyes light up the sky with thoughts,

light and fire and sound

It wasn’t hard to see that they had instant chemistry. As soon as their eyes met in the bar, it was more than just a physical attraction. Dean felt his heart blast off when she smiled at him. The fireworks exploded loud in his ears when he heard her soft voice. There was something about her that set her apart from any other woman he had ever met. To any normal man, she was nothing special, just your average woman. But to Dean, she was so much more. The instant she stepped into his atmosphere, it was her that he revolved around. There was no way he would walk out of this bar without her.

As the night drew on, he had barely gotten up the nerve to talk to her. Sam had carried on the conversation, Dean giving his input here and there. No way could someone like her be interested in him. She deserved so much more. Perhaps Sam could give her what she needed, be the one to give her the love and care that she deserved. She seemed to like his younger brother well enough and the two got along well enough. But when last call rolled around and the three of them were getting ready to leave, it was Dean that she came up to. She had rested her hand against his arm, bringing her lips to his ear and whispering softly. “Don’t leave without me. I’m not done with you yet.” The statement had made the strong manly hunter a graceless mess.

When he stepped out alone, he couldn’t imagine his luck. He hadn’t been his usual charming, suave self. He had been either silent or a bumbling mess around her. The moment she stepped out after a few moments, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into him. He wasn’t going to let the moment pass this time. Her lips were curled in a tight lipped grin as if she expected this and had been waiting all night for it. Her hands rested against his chest as he stared into her eyes, the dimming lighting causing her eyes to sparkle like fire. He could have stood like that just staring at her but it wasn’t enough.

He closed the distance, the first to initiate the kiss. Her arms moved to grasp around his neck and all air was sucked from his lungs as she returned the kiss with fervor. Everything came up her, her sounds, her smells, her taste, her touch, she overwhelmed him and he knew right then this was only the beginning. Their lips pulled away briefly so they could catch their breath both licking their lips and giving a smile. “If I asked you out, do you think this could be a thing that would last for a while?”

She didn’t answer him with words, but gave him a bright coy smile. That moment, Dean felt the most alive he had ever felt. Her smile gave him life, she gave him air. His mind couldn’t help but imagine where a life with her would lead. He knew barely anything about her but the possibilities were endless. He wanted her and she clearly wanted him and it was sending his heart into overdrive. His head was overwhelmed so all he could imagine in that moment was kissing her more. And so he did, his arms tightening around her middle and his lips pressing fiercely against hers as if she might disappear if he let go.

It was the wee hours of the morning, the sun having set long ago. The stars twinkled in the night sky, the moon barely visible. Soft music played from the Impala’s radio as the two of them held each other and danced slowly to the sound. The stars cast a glow in their eyes as they stared at each other as if they were the only ones in existence. And to each other they were.

It was almost as if love was ignited late that night. The sparks between them like a burning ball of light. There was no denying that this was something Dean had never experienced. This was their first night together and instead of taking her back to his motel room he had driven her out into the country. Instead of making her just another one night fling, he decided to dance with her under the starlit sky. Her beauty outshone any star, her love more powerful than any rocket shot into space. With her, he was alive, he could imagine a better life.

That night, he would make love to her, the touch of their skin lighting a fire within him. They laid under the stars, the sounds of the countryside, the light of daybreak coming over the rolling hills. They would explore each other’s bodies under the watchful eyes of the stars above. They would burst with love and explode with ecstasy together. And from that moment on, they knew that this was forever.

#hazels throwback challenge #idreamofhazel #dean winchester #supernatural #dean x reader #spn #writing challenge #angels & airwaves #fluff #love like rockets

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hufflepuffsthunderdome · 2 months

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Chipped Nails

Pairing: Dude Ranch Era!Tom Delonge x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’ve never written for a real person before and now just characters so it was definitely new! Please lmk if you think I wrote Tom badly - other fics I’ve seen write their whole personality as ‘haha 2000s skater boy make sex joke’ which I get but I don’t love. Like they’re real people even with their childishness. I have a part two coming to this and more blink stuff!

Summary: Y/N won’t let Tom go out with his nail polish chipped while Tom struggles to keep his feelings under wraps!

Tom could hear the sound of the hairdryer going in Y/N’s room, catching a glimpse of her shadow moving around through the crack in the door. He laid on her bed, throwing a ball up and down in the air as he waited for his friend to get ready.

“The guys will be here soon you know?” he whined, kicking his feet off the end of the bed as he threw the ball higher, almost dropping it on his face when he looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“Would you stop complaining,” Y/N laughed at her friend, as she made her way to her vanity to do her makeup, dumping her products on the table and sitting down, “I’ve literally taken 5 seconds.”

“Ugh that’s too long,” Tom cries out exasperated, waving one hand around as the other keeps throwing the ball higher and higher each time.

“Damn remind me never to sleep with you then,” she laughs, turning around to look at Tom who’s face has gone bright red at his friend mentioning sleeping with him. Regardless of the thick layer of sarcasm Tom can’t help the flustered feeling that seeps into his chest at the mere mention of sex coming from Y/N. The butterflies that start to spasm in his stomach are by no means a new development in their friendship, they’ve been happening for years now, seeming to get both more intense as more impossible to act on as the years go on.

It’s been like this for as long as they’ve known each other, Tom’s been infatuated with Y/N since he first saw her, but as he found himself getting to know her more and becoming closer friends, he found himself completely lost as to how to get those feelings out of him.

Mark talked him out of his depressive rambles of how deep in the friend zone a while ago, but even as his 18-year-old angst passes for his slightly less cliché 21-year-old angst, he just can’t bring himself to say anything.

As he finds his mind wandering he brings his hand up subconsciously and starts twisting his lip piercing around, too in his own head to notice Y/N’s dreamy gaze locked on his face until he puts his hand up and she gags.

“Ew Tom,” she sits down on the bed in front of him and grabs his hand, “your nail polish is gross!”

Tom pulls his hand away in a vain attempt to dampen the heat he feels rushing to his cheeks again, “dude what the fuck? They look fine.”

“They’re chipped as fuck,” Y/N laughs, taking his hand again gently, “how do you plan on getting the girls with chipped nails Tommy?” She scolds playfully, eyebrow raised.

“The girls don’t care what they look like,” Tom smirks as he holds his hand up and wiggles his fingers, “just how they feel.”

She lets out a noise of shock, pushing his shoulder as he flops back onto the bed, “that’s gross! You kiss your mother with that mouth do you?”

He leans up on his arm to look at her, shaking his head, “nah, just yours.”

“Wow Tom. Such a charmer you are, remind me again why you don’t have a girlfriend” she rolls her eyes smiling at him, grabbing his arm to pull him back up again and closer to her, “come on then gimme your hand.”

She leans over to her vanity and grabs a bottle of black nail polish, opening it and placing the bottle in one of Tom’s hand as she holds the other. As she begins to paint his nails Tom stares in awe at his friend. His heart races at the feeling of her hand in his, soft and small compared to his large, calloused hand, his skin tingles where her fingers are each time she pulls away to move his hand slightly.

She looks so beautiful like this, hair falling in front of her face as she leans over slightly to look down at his hands; he imagines pushing it back behind her ear, letting his hand linger on her cheek as he leans in to kiss her. She’s got the prettiest lips, painted in lipstick that he so badly wants to let her leave all over his everywhere.

He’s got it bad, he knows that, but for the first time since they’ve met he wants to do something about it. Feeling bold, he moves his hand to hold hers, making her stop and look up at him through her hair.

He goes to say something but can’t, nothing charming or smooth or even stupid is coming to mind as he stares blankly at her lips. He feels her hand squeeze down on his gently as her eyes flutter closed almost in slow-motion, and together they’re leaning in.

“HEY HO! LETS GO!” violently shakes the pair from their moment as Y/N gets up startled and fumbles around on the bed to find her phone where the ringtone is blasting from, hands shaking as she tries to act casually.

“Hey hoe,” Mark’s voice sounds at the other end of the phone, Y/N barely hearing it over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, “what the fuck are you guys doing? We’ve been calling you both for ages.”

“Ya’ll really have a warped perception of ages,” she mumbles bending down to put on her shoes as she puts the phone on speaker, “we were just getting ready.”

“Y/N was just doing my nails,” Tom yells as he grabs his jacket and quickly walks towards the door, “can’t be jacking you off without a fresh mani can I?”

#Im really proud of this #blonde tom makes me feral #tom delonge #tom delonge x reader #blink 182 #blink 182 x reader #mark hoppus #travis barker #pop punk #pop punk x reader #punk #90s punk

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markdelonge · 7 months

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mark hoppus headcannons !

title: roommates w mark includes...

req: nah

warnings: idk yet but MAYBE slowly falling in love type thing?????

blink masterlist

...

• very awkward meeting for the first time

• he immediately tells tom about you

"dude, i think i share my dorm with a chick"

• his classes are in the morning, and yours are in the afternoon , so when he comes back from his classes, he wakes you up

• helping each other with homework n whatnot

• asking him to turn down his amp when he plays bass because it shakes the entire dorm

• buddy-system(ing) while walking places

• mix-and-matching school merchandise, never knowing who bought what (if that makes sense)

"is this my hoodie, or is it yours?"

"i don't know, we have the exact same hoodie"

"then how the hell am i supposed to know if this is mine or not?!"

"mark, why would i know? check the size or something"

• making two cups of coffee out of habit

• going to games together !!!

• ^^ parties too

• he may or may not have pretended to be your boyfriend once or twice just to get drunk frat boys off of you

• him getting worried when you get home a little later than usual

• school books/work gets mixed up somehow

"hey, y/n. i know you're probably sleeping or whatever, but for some reason, we switched folders, so i'm stopping by to switch 'em back. oh, and by the way, your handwriting sucks"

• getting a house phone for the dorm and recording a voice message on it together

• doing laundry / cleaning together

• mini 'arguments' at 6:30 in the morning because mark was being too loud while getting ready and woke you up

• movie nights !!!

• falling asleep during the movie and waking up cuddling too many times to count

• mark puts your everyday needs on the highest shelf when he's upset with you

• taking care of him while he's drunk (vice versa)

• knowing his go-to sombrero order by heart

• him knowing ALL of the school's drama because you tell him everything (and he actually listens :,])

• only having one bathroom, so you two get ready together often

• you sitting on the sink and doing your makeup in the mirror while he focuses on spiking up his hair

• mark always hanging out in your room and laying in your bed all day until you finally kick him out

• sometimes he falls asleep, though and who are you to disturb his slumber

#mark hoppus #slay #blink 182 #tom delonge #travis barker #punk rock #90s #punk #mark hoppus x reader #mark hoppus imagines #tom delonge imagines #tom delonge x reader #travis barker imagine #travis barker x reader

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markdelonge · 7 months

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blink-182 headcannons !

...

title: being besties with blink in the 2000's includes...

req: nah

warnings: like one cuss word

>> i didn't use any specific pronouns :) <<

blink masterlist

...

• u started out as their assistant

• they all got attached

• you help dye their hair

• "let's go see if y/n is down to go with us"

• travis goes to you when he gets tired of mark and tom

• you carry all of their belongings in your backpack.

• drum sticks, phones, wallets, keys, guitar picks,

• most of the time, you dont even know you have their things. they just put things in your bag whenever they please

• you get to paint their nails

• u're a walking ad for "famous stars and straps", "atticus", and "macbeth"

• travis attempting to teach u how to play drums

• touring with them (duh, you're their assistant)

• they all show up at your hotel room when they're bored

• racing down hotel hallways

• playing dingdong ditch too

• them calling you in times of need

"wait, so how did you three manage to get locked up, mark? we're in a whole different country." you asked, very confused

"travis and some guy got in a fight, and tom and i tried to break it up. we're not really locked up, they're just holding us for the night" mark explained

"is travis alright?" you asked with worry in your voice

"yeah, he's fine. he has a black eye, though" mark replied

"you guys only get one phone call, right? why'd you call me?"

"the only number we have memorized is yours .. and we need you to pick us up tomorrow at 6 a.m." mark said

"tell y/n i said 'hi'." you heard tom's voice yell in the background

"tom says hi." mark said which earned travis to yell 'hi' in the background too.

"so does travis" mark added

you started to chuckle but masked it with a sigh

"you guys stress me out" you started

"i guess i'll see y'all tomorrow morning"

"fuck yeah! you're the best, y/n. we love you" mark said with excitement in his voice

• playing video games with them

• ufo hunting with tom

• they make you sit down and will perform their entire setlist in front of you.

• ^ one of their ways of practicing

• tom constantly flirting with you

• he swears its platonic tho

• uh das it bye

#blink 182 #tom delonge #mark hoppus #travis barker #slay #punk rock #90s #punk #tom delonge x reader #tom delonge imagines #mark hoppus imagines #mark hoppus x reader #travis barker imagine #travis barker x reader #imagines #mgk imagines #colson baker imagine

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markdelonge · 9 months

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headcannons!!!

if tom delonge was a gen z teen...

• he's up all hours of the night

• like text him at four a.m. and he'd immediately answer talkin bout "why are u up?"

• he's that kid that's NEVER in school

• or when he is in school he's never in class

• he'd skip a lot

• or just shows up late

• "i can't, i got detention after school"

• he probably never posts pictures on instagram but he does post a lot on his stories

• he has a highlight dedicated to skating

• he's also never where he's supposed to be .. like ever

• people asks if he's emo A LOT

• he draws on desks a lot

• he doesnt use his notebooks for school. he only writes lyrics in them

• he wrote all throughout his locker with dry erase makers

• his autocaps are off

• he also turned off auto correct

• his texts are almost incoherent

• he also hates facetiming/calling

"i called you yesterday, why didn't you pick up"

"sorry, man, i was asleep"

• knowing good and well he watched the phone ring

• skips class to smoke weed and shows up to the next class completely stoned

• he's just the coolest kid ever 💯

#tom delonge #tom delonge x reader #tom delonge imagines #tom delonge gifs #slay #blink 182 #mark hoppus #travis barker #punk rock #90s #zero's moodboards !#punk

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markdelonge · 2 years

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not my gif

. . . .

title: "stay with me"

pairing: 90s tom delonge x reader

warnings: this is one of my first stories ever so it's prolly trash ... and theres some profanity

this was a request!

blink masterlist

. . . .

track 13: goodnight n go

one of these days you'll miss your train and come stay with me. we'll have drinks and talk about things and any excuse to stay awake with you. you'd sleep here and i'd sleep there, but then the heating may be down again (at my convenience). we'd be good. we'd be great together. why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you. why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well. just say "goodnight" and go.

. . . .

It was 12:10 AM when you rolled over to check the time.

You groaned as you rolled over again, mentally yelling at yourself to go to sleep. You had ran out of your sleeping medicine and your insomnia was kicking your ass.

The sound of someone knocking at your bedroom door had you freeze from tossing any more. You shut your eyes as you hoped you had fallen asleep and were having a bad dream.

Although you had your eyes squeezed shut, you could see that your light had been turned on. Your heart was beating insanely fast as you heard footsteps come up to your bed and stop right next to you.

"Y/N, I know you're not 'sleep"

Recognizing the voice, you immediately opened your eyes to see your 6'4 best friend towering over your bed, not to mention he had also been your crush since the first year of high school.

You let a breath out that you didn't realize you were holding

"Tom, what the FUCK" You yelled before hitting him with one of the pillow you were cuddling.

"What? What'd I do?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were here to kill me"

"Why would I kill you?" He asked while taking a seat next to your body which was still laying down.

"I didn't know it was y-" You cut yourself off with a sigh, not feeling like explaining yourself.

"Did I scare you for real?" He teased with a smirk creeping on his face.

You rolled your eyes

"I hate you, Tom" You said only half joking as you turned around and pulled the covers over your face.

"Wait, Y/N, i'm sorry" He apologized, noticing the attitude you had.

"Forgive me?" He asked

"Maybe later" You responded.

You could feel him staring at you as you tried your best not to look back at him, knowing that once you would see his face, you would feel bad and forgive him. You have never been able to stay mad at Tom for long periods of time, mostly because he'd buy his way back by whispering funny jokes in your ear or giving you the puppy eye face. It was so annoying but he was so cute.

Finally you gave in and turned to see Tom, just as you expected, with a sad pleading look on his face.

You both kept eye contact as if it was a staring contest, after 15 seconds, you gave up and broke eye contact.

You sighed in defeat

"Okay, Tom, I forgive you for sneaking into my room and scaring the shit out of m-"

"How did you get in my house?" You cut yourself off noticing that Tom didn't have a key and you remembered locking the door.

"Oh, I used the key in the pot"

"You know about the key in the pot?"

"Yeah, you showed me once when we were drunk"

"And you remembered?"

"I figured you told me for a reason"

You side-eyed Tom before sitting up.

"Well, why are you here?" you asked out of confusion.

"You told me this morning you had a flight at 11 tonight" You looked over at your alarm clock

"It's 12:30 in the morning" You finished.

Tom sighed before he spoke

"I missed my flight, I didn't feel like driving home and getting a hotel room would be doing too much with the fact that i'm leaving tomorrow morning and you live somewhat close to the airport"

"Aww, poor Tommy" You pouted before you reached for his head to take his black snapback off.

"No, stop, my hair's a mess" Tom whined while snatching his hat back to put it on.

He ran his fingers through his hair before putting the hat on.

"So, what? You wanna stay with me?" You assumed as you got out of bed and stretched

"Is that cool with you?" He asked

"Yeah, I don't care, I could use some company" You said while walking out the room

"Where are you going?" You heard Tom say before you heard him run up to you.

"Where are you going" He said a second time after he was behind you.

"Uhh.. downstairs" You said as if it was obvious. Well, it was given the fact that you both were walking down the stairs at the moment.

As you walked into the foyer you had noticed the unlocked door.

"Tom, you didn't lock the door?"

"Shit, my bad"

You groaned dramatically to let him know you were annoyed

After locking the door, You two entered the kitchen and turned on the lights.

"What do you want?" You asked as you opened the refrigerator.

"A drink" He replied, you could hear the stress in his voice

"I got wine or champagne" You said after checking all the alcoholic drinks you had.

"What're you? A middle aged mom?" He asked, his joke making you laugh.

"I guess I'll take wine" He sighed as his arm dropped on the island he was sitting at.

You looked down to see your collection of wines to just see your favorite drink

"I got Pink Moscato"

"Oh my God, Y/N" He put his hand over his face.

"What?" You smiled next to him

"That shit is like 8% alcohol, I'm trying to get drunk, Y/N/N."

You read the back of the bottle to see if what he said was true.

"It actually says "13%"." You corrected him and he rolled his eyes.

"Do you want the whole bottle?" You asked while handing it out, although he wouldn't be able to reach it where he was.

"No, I'll take a glass."

You walked over to the cabinet filled with all your cups and mugs.

You pulled out two wine glasses and took the cork off.

"Tell me when" You said, he got up and walked over to you to get a better sight.

You started to pour the beverage into the glass. Once it got somewhat halfway, you expected him to tell you to stop, but he didn't. He waited till the glass was practically filled to the brim.

"God, Tom, don't spill it." You watched Tom struggle to pick up his completely full glass.

"I got it" He replied while sipping a little bit with the glass still on the countertop.

You couldn't help but giggle at Tom's silliness.

You turned your attention to your drink so you could poor some for yourself, only filling it halfway so you wouldn't end up like Tom.

You picked up your glass with no problem and took a sip, you looked up at Tom, who was already staring at you.

You blushed when you noticed he was staring

"What?" You smiled

You saying something had taken him out his thoughts.

"I don't know" He said while taking a sip, this time regularly.

"Well, I'm going to the couch, if you wanna come" You told him as you turned around and started making your way to the living room. Tom followed close behind, bringing the bottle just in case.

You sat down and took another sip as you looked up and watched Tom take a seat next to you.

You sat criss cross, turning to him as he manspread on the couch.

"So, how have you been?" You asked just trying to start a conversation.

"Stressed" He replied with his eyes closed. He turned to you, opening his eyes

"What 'bout you, doll?" The pet name taking you off guard.

You played it off and shrugged

"Tired" You said blandly.

The two of you continued talking about your week and finished your cups of wine.

You watched as Tom took the cork off the bottle and poured some more of the drink into his cup. After he was done, he looked over to you

"Do you want a refill?" He offered while tilting the bottle a little

"Sure" You smiled and let him pour the drink in your cup as well

"Cheers" His glass raised up after putting the bottle down.

You giggled at his actions

"Cheers" You repeated as you also raised your cup and lightly touched his before taking a sip.

You soon caught yourself talking about anything that could come to your head, making any excuse to stay awake with him for a little longer.

"So where am I going to sleep?" Tom asked, taking the last sip of his wine before getting up to put it in the sink

"With me" You replied. You blamed the two cups of wine you had consumed for the answer before but in reality you weren't really drunk.

You looked up from the cup to see Tom smirking

"You want me to sleep with you?"

"Not like that" You immediately shut down any thoughts he had about "sleeping" with you

"I mean, we can share the bed, it's a king, I'm pretty sure it can fit both of us." You explained while putting your dish in the sink.

"If you don't want to, it's cool, I ju-" Before you could explain yourself you were cut off

"Yeah, I'm cool with sleeping with you" He said, with a smirk.

"Tom, I told you already, not like that" You blushed at what he said.

Instead of replying, he looked at you for a couple seconds before saying

"First one upstairs gets the fluffy pillow"

And with that he was off.

"TOM, THAT'S NOT FAIR" You yelled, chasing after him.

By the time you had caught up to him, he was already in your bed and cuddling the fluffy pillow which caused you to roll your eyes.

"You're a dick" You said while smacking his knee.

"Shoes off the bed" You warned him when you spotted his black Vans.

He got up off your bed and kicked off his shoes.

"I would ask you if you wanted some clothes to borrow but..." You trailed off

"Ha Ha, very funny, Y/N"

Your heart felt like it was gonna explode when you heard Tom say your name.

You laid back down in your bed, still feeling as if you could stay up for a while longer.

Your eyes were glued on the tall man in front of you who was taking his black Hurley shirt off. You felt your mouth go dry as his bare chest and tattoos went on full display. You weren't aware that you were staring until he spoke up

"I know" He started, snapping you out of your thoughts

"I'm really sexy, I'd stare too"

Your cheeks heated up at what he said.

You sucked on your teeth

"Whatever, Tom" You rolled over, mentally yelling at yourself for letting him catch you checking him out.

It wasn't long till the bed violently dipped due to Tom belly-flopping into it. You raised your head from the pillow it was buried in.

"I think you broke my bed" You pouted before turning over to turn the light off

"I think I broke my front, why is your bed so fucking hard?"

You giggled and turned back around to face the brunette

"Goodnight, Tom" You smiled, before turning back and shutting your eyes although there was no way you'd be able to sleep with your crush right next to you.

"Goodnight" He said.

It wasn't even 5 minutes until Tom had spoken again

"What the fuck" He spat which caused your eyes to open.

"Y/N, why do you have the A.C. blasting right now? It's practically winter."

"My heater's down" You replied, not even bothering to look back.

You heard him mumble a couple incoherent things under his breath as he tossed under the comforter, trying to find warmth.

Another 5 or 10 minutes went by with silence, enough silence to make you think Tom had fallen asleep. You sighed at the fact that you couldn't go to sleep no matter what you did as you closed your eyes and tried to go to bed once again.

Your process was stopped due to the feeling of Tom's arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

You almost choked on your breath before you found the words to speak

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"What're you doing?"

"It's cold" He explained.

You turned in his grip, facing him. Even though the lights were off, you could still see him clearly with the moonlight shining.

"Hey, Tom" You started, your hand hesitantly moving in-between the two of you to lightly rest on his chest.

He hummed in response.

"When will you be back?" You asked, knowing he was leaving for some blink business tomorrow morning.

"Uhhh, fuck, I think Friday. Why?"

You shrugged.

"There's this movie premiere, on Sunday, that I was invited to..." You started while chewing on your bottom lip

"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" You asked, slightly cringing at how nervous you were.

"That sounds sick, it's a date" He replied

"it's a date" You repeated in your head, trying your hardest not to explode right then and there.

"A date?" You asked

"I mean, yeah-, You did basically just ask me out" He remarked.

"I know that-" You tried your best to form another sentence to back yourself up and make it seem you didn't have a crush on him, but it didn't work. Every time you tried to speak all you could do was stutter.

"Y/N" He cut you off.

"Can I try something?" He asked. You could feel one of his fingers drawing something on your skin.

"Y-yeah?" You replied but it sounded more like a question due to how nervous you were.

"Tell me if I go too far, okay?" He asked causing your confusion to rise.

"Okay" You whispered, taking notice on how close you were to him.

Tom didn't say anything else and before you could open your mouth to ask what it was he wanted to try, you felt his lips crash into yours. His hand traveling from your arm to your face and lightly cupping your cheek.

The whole situation caught you off-guard but you still kissed back. You couldn't believe that the scenario you had dreamed about since high school was finally playing out.

Tom soon pulled away so he could catch his breath. He was now holding himself up with his head in his hand and his elbow on the bed, and the other hand was on the other side of your head, caging you in.

"Was that too far?" He asked, his lip ring going in between his teeth.

Instead of responding, you pulled him back down for a second kiss. This time Tom wasted no time moving his body so he was hovering on top of you, becoming more dominant of the kiss.

After a few more seconds of making out, Tom, once again, pulled away.

"Fuck" He said, completely out of breath

He dropped back to your side and pulled you back into him and silence came upon you two.

"So, I guess it wasn't too far?" Tom asked as his hand rubbed circles on your back

"No, Tom that wasn't 'too far' " You laughed.

You were finally starting to feel calm enough to fall asleep as you cuddled into Tom.

"What about I take you on a proper date after the movie on Sunday." He said after a couple more minutes of silence.

"And where would that proper date be?" You asked before running your finger down his chest.

"Sombrero"

His answer made you laugh, but you tried to hold it back due to how late it was.

"That sounds amazing, Tom" You smiled up at him.

He was already looking down at you with a grin on his face. You took the next couple moments to bury your head in his chest before speaking one last time.

"Goodnight, Tommy" You said, bringing back the old high school nickname you had for him.

"Goodnight, baby" He responded before leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

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