#i'm so lonely lmao

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Is That My Hoodie? (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: Frank comes home from tour a day early to surprise his partner - and finds something he thought he’d lost during his travels. 

Word count: 1215

Warnings: none (unless it being sickeningly cute warrants a warning) 

A/N: Our dear reader definitely feels like they’re more on the submissive side here... but maybe that’s just because I really needed a cuddle while I was writing. Also, the one potentially gendered term in here is ‘mommy’ - but I am both a pretty boy and a plant mom (albeit a terrible one because they keep dying) so I decree that it’s a gender neutral term 😌

Hauling the last of his guitar cases through the front door, Frank propped it against the wall with the others and took a moment to just enjoy being back in his own home. Of course he loved being on tour with his best friends - it just wasn’t as much fun when his fiancé couldn’t join him. The band had been out adventuring around as many states as they could get to in the last three months, and (y/n) had been stuck at work for most of it. They’d made it to both LA shows near the start of the tour, but hadn’t been able to get the time off to come along for any extended period of time. 

So for three months, the two of them had had to cope with nightly video calls when the time difference and work commitments allowed it, constant texting, and (y/n) sending photos and videos of the dogs. Lois and Soup seemed to be missing him just as much as he missed them. It was strange, going from being practically glued to each other every moment they were together to only seeing each other through a screen every now and then. 

It was almost 1am, and the house felt a little too quiet as he walked through to the kitchen. (y/n) was definitely a night owl, and they had once tearfully confessed that they didn’t like it when he wasn’t there because they found it hard to sleep without him beside them. Usually at this time, they’d be going through the kitchen cupboards for a snack, or cosied up with a book on the cushion in the big bay window with some music on. But he couldn’t hear anything: no footsteps, no crunching, no baby-talking to the dogs. He hadn’t told them he was coming home - they were under the impression that his flight was going to land early tomorrow afternoon - so it wasn’t like he’d expected a big welcome at the front door. But he’d at least thought they would have come running when they’d heard the door open. 

“(y/n)? Angel, I’m home.” 

Nothing. He stopped to check his phone, suddenly worried that he’d misread their work rota and had come home while they were working a night shift. But the schedule they’d sent him made it look like they were off for the next three days. So why did the house feel so empty? 

When he got into the kitchen he was ambushed by the dogs, who were so delighted to see him that they knocked him off his feet. He grinned, scratching their heads and letting them lick his face and hands. 

“Hi, darlings. I know, I know! Daddy’s home, huh? Yeah, I’ve missed you too. Hey, hey, Lois. You know where your mommy is, huh? Are they here? Or are they out having fun without us?” 

Soup barked and skittered towards the living room, pausing at the doorway and looking back at Frank as if to say, ‘well, are you coming or not?’ He got to his feet and followed, stopping with a soft smile on his face as he took in the scene before him. He should’ve known. 

(y/n) was curled up on the couch with headphones in, music playing loud enough that he could hear it faintly even from a few feet away, fast asleep. The TV was showing a re-run of a crime documentary they’d watched together before he left, and there was a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He moved to crouch beside them, gently taking one of the headphones out and bringing it up to his own ear, stifling a laugh as he realised what they were listening to. 

“Joyriding, huh? You miss me enough to wanna listen to my songs on repeat?” 

They stirred a little, mumbling softly. “I always miss you when you’re not here.” 

“Good thing I’m back, then.” He stroked the side of their face, brushing back the hair that had fallen across it. Their eyes flickered open, bleary with sleep for a moment before registering who was sat in front of them. They jolted upright, very nearly smacking their heads together as they flung their arms around him. 

“Frank, you’re really home! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have tried harder to stay awake!” 

He squeezed them tight, rubbing their back and burying his nose in their hair, letting the familiar scent of their shampoo flood his brain. “Wanted to surprise you.” 

“Well it sure as hell worked.” They sat back, making a big show of rubbing the sleep from their eyes to disguise the happy tears that had started to fall. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I’ve missed you too angel.” Leaning in to kiss their forehead, he noticed something - and a knowing glint appeared in his eyes. “Is that my hoodie?” 

(y/n)’s cheeks burned as they glanced down at the soft black hoodie. It was a little too big, so their hands were almost swallowed by the sleeves and it covered most of their thighs, leaving just a sliver of their sleep shorts on display. On the front was a very familiar faded ribcage print, and the arms were decorated with matching bones. “Maybe.” 

“See, I wondered where that had gone. I could’ve sworn I’d packed it to go on tour with me. I thought for a while that I’d left it in one of the venues by accident.” He grinned as their blush deepened further. 

“I may or may not have asked one of the crew to steal it back for me.” 

“You know, you could’ve just asked me - I would’ve let you have it.” 

“Yeah, but it’s your favourite one.” 

“And you look so fuckin pretty wearing it.” Moving to join them on the couch, he pulled them into his lap, a hand wandering beneath the hoodie to rest on their bare waist. “Way better than I do.” 

Snuggling against him, (y/n) rolled her eyes. “That’s not even possible, seeing as you’re the prettiest person ever.” 

“Hmm... second prettiest, I’d say. You take the top spot, no contest.” 

“Liar.” 

“I speak only the truth. And you know that if you asked me for the moon on a plate, I’d do my damn best to get it. Anything for you.” Kissing the top of their head, he felt his heart sing as they snuggled even closer. He really didn’t feel complete without them in his arms. The two of them sat there for a little while, half watching the documentary and mostly just enjoying being back in each other’s company. Frank felt (y/n)’s breathing slow down a little, and he nudged them softly. 

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me here. We can go to bed, you’ll be way comfier up there.” 

“Don’t wanna move.” 

“Your joints will be really stiff in the morning if you sleep here.” 

“Don’t care.” They leant up and kissed him, effectively ending the conversation. 

He smiled into the kiss, his free hand coming up to cup their jaw and hold them even closer, loving the little whine that escaped as some of their hair tangled around his fingers. 

Oh yes. It was good to be home.

[acf6]

I fucking hate having abandonment issues like I think about someone for hours my thoughts switch from "It doesn't matter if they don't care about me I love them" to "If they don't care it must mean I'm not good enough for them and I should die" and vice versa every hour meanwhile said person doesn't really give a fuck about me cuz they have their own problem

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 1 - Missed Target

«What about you? How exactly did you… uh, do all this?”

I suppose he was talking about the piles of ash and rice, the broken chairs and control panels, and the blood of my enemies decorating the walls and the carpet. I tried not to laugh like a lunatic. “Just lucky?”» (TON, chapter 26)

Tfw an entire group of evil bodyguards tries to kill you but you're a literal god

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.18 In Sickness and In Health (Deleted Scene)

[thotinos]

This has been playing in my mind on a loop for the last 24 hours now

[bigtiddygothhusband]

remember when taylor waited six hours to hang out with normal.

[everchased]

how do you feel about gerry return

INSANE TBH. i haven't stepped into tmagp really and i'm still deciding if i want to but i did enjoy hearing his very alive and not-a-book-ghost voice from the clip posted on here <3

[achoirofcritters]

also my partner Eli is gone for a few days, they are Pazuzu's heart and soul, so he keeps dramatically flopping to the floor and sighing heavily like a Victorian woman that needs to go spend some time by the seaside

[greg-montgomery]

Lonely

Aaron Hotchner x Gn!Reader

Summary: Just a little hurt/comfort fic. It's one of those days where nothing feels okay, but to your surprise, your boss Aaron Hotchner is there to comfort you.

Soft!Hotch my beloved <333

TW: The reader talks about struggling with their mental health.

Words: 1.1 k

It was only you who was left at the office. You thought that occupying your mind with some boring paperwork would help you distract yourself from the painful feeling on your chest. It was one of those days where something as simple as a smile was impossible to fake. It was one of those days where a headache was creeping up by you forcing your tears not to spill all day.

If someone were to ask you why you were feeling that way, you would have an extremely hard time to explain. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself. You were just feeling sad. And feeling sad made you feel lonely.

The noise of a door closing made you drop your pen and turn your head to that direction. Yes, everyone else had left, but the word ‘everyone’ did not include your boss. Ever. At least for you.

 “Y/N, what are you still doing here? It’s almost eleven,” he asked, approaching your desk. Looking up at him you immediately recognized concern in his expression.

“I thought I could just finish this all up tonight. You know, so I don’t have it on my mind all week.” You tried to sound casual, but you were pretty certain he was already not buying it.

“I don’t want you to overwork yourself. Especially for something as meaningless as paperwork. You already go through enough when we have a case.”

You sighed, figuring there was no reason to fight him on this. If you agreed he would just drop it. “You’re right.”

You started collecting your things to put them in your bag, expecting Aaron to wish you goodnight and leave. Instead you felt him staring at you in silence.

Bringing your bag to your lap, after securing all your personal things in it, you turned to the side ready to get up. You hadn’t realized that he had moved closer though - to the point where if you stood up, your face would bump into his chest. That’s why you decided to stay seated.

You looked up at him and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat that was going crazy, because he was completely towering over you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?” There it was again. That same expression of concern. You hated the way he could see right through you. Aaron was known for being able to read people – he was good at his job and you admired him for it – but it was never fun to be on the receiving end of his talent. It made you feel bare and vulnerable.

“Yes, everything’s good.”

He slowly squatted down so he could be at the same level as you. Your height difference hadn’t allowed your faces to be this close to each other before. Looking into his eyes from this new angle felt different.

“Listen,” he started. “I can understand why I would not be the first person you’d choose to talk to about a personal issue. I know I’m much older than you and might act a little like a drill sergeant sometimes, but I’m always here if you need to talk. I would love to help. About whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

You smiled sadly at him because, deep down, if you could choose one person in the world to open your heart to it would be him. But how could you randomly start talking about your feelings to your boss of all people? How does one get the chance to do so?

Except now you had the perfect chance. He was offering it to you.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make any sense, Hotch,” you answered; your voice small and ready to break.

“You don’t have to. This isn’t an exam, you know. You can just tell me how you feel. No need to explain.”

Tears started to blur your vision at his words. Your feelings for him got a hundred times more intense than they were before.

“I’m lonely,” you broke, crying properly now. “I’m so lonely.”

His hand reached out to take yours and his thumb started to move in a soothing motion. It helped.

“And I’m not saying I’m alone,” you continued. “I have my family, my friends, our team... I know I have people in my life who care for me, I really do. And I recognize how ungrateful I sound for saying that it’s not enough. But it’s not. I’m still lonely. And I’m still sad. And I don’t know why.”

“Sweetheart…” he whispered, his free hand cupping your cheek so he could wipe away the tears.

“I’m so tired of thinking I’m okay and then feeling awful again. It never ends,” you sobbed, leaning into his touch without really thinking about it. “I just feel so helpless when it gets bad. Like nothing can help.”

As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you into his arms. The fingers of his one hand got lost between your hair, while his other hand was rubbing circles on your back. “Maybe this can help,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

You completely melted in his embrace. Your sobs got louder and your body was shaking, but it felt like release.

“Hotch,” you cried, “I just wanna be okay.”

“You will be, I promise.”

You pushed away, just enough so you could look at his face again. His eyes were red and your heart clenched at the thought of him caring for you enough to be this moved by your sadness.

His palms were cupping your cheeks again and his handsome smile made its appearance, looking sweeter than ever.

“Thank you,” you smiled back. It was through tears, but it was the only genuine smile you had given anyone all day.

“Of course,” he replied, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “And now…” He dragged out the sentence, while standing up.

You missed his touch already. You didn’t want him to leave you alone. But you prepared yourself for his next words. He probably had to get home to Jack, you thought.

“How about we go get some ice cream?” he asked instead.

Your eyes lit up like a kid which made him laugh.

“I know a place that’s open all night. Let me drive us there,” he said offering his hand, and you took it without a second thought.

“I’d love that.”

You started walking towards the elevator, holding hands.

“Nothing like some ice cream after a good cry, right?” he joked and you giggled.

His hand dropped yours, only for his arm to wrap itself around your neck, pulling you close to his chest.

Maybe you could learn to love the way Aaron could see right through you. It made you feel cared for and understood.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Elliott, at 8 hearts, probably trying to Drop Hints: man... I'm just so afraid of growing into a lonely old hermit on this beech...

Farmer!Tossdir, who sees absolutely nothing wrong with staying single forever but is trying to be supportive:

[solradguy]

Sometimes I wonder if I'm trans masc just because I'm 6'5" with broad shoulders, flat chest, and a deep voice and >75% of people just clocked me as a man even when I ID'd as a woman still or if I came to that conclusion on my own and then I'm like, man, gender as a whole's just kinda stupid lol Who cares

[theghostofashton]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @kiwichaeng @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites for the tags <3

“It’s just going to be a regular suit,” Nancy says. Turning her attention to Carlos, she gives him a sympathetic smile. “I’ll try not to have you looking like all the other guys showing up to bore everyone in plain black, but with such last minute notice, that might be our worst case scenario.” “That’s totally fine, Nancy,” Carlos says, always accommodating. “I could’ve worn a suit from home, honestly. We don’t need to get a whole new one.” Nancy looks scandalized. “You are walking a red carpet, Reyes. You better look like it.” TK, true to his word, accompanies Carlos to his fitting the next day. His stylist, Warren, is overjoyed to see him, and TK gets yanked into a hug as soon as they enter his shop. He squeezes tight and TK closes his eyes and breathes in, taking in the fact that he hasn’t seen this man in a couple years. He used to end up in his shop multiple times in the span of a few months. Selfishly, he figured everyone he worked with would just kind of be grateful for the drama-free clients. Carlos is a dream, and Warren says as much. TK holds in a laugh as he watches the look on his fiancé’s face grow more and more uncomfortable. Warren instructs him on which ways to turn and lean so he can get his measurements, and Carlos looks like he’s stubbornly trying not to meet TK’s eyes for the whole thing.

getting to this kinda late today so open tag!

[chaotictarlos]

I think Ronen could play Officer Dewey in Scream

[moodyseal]

Imagine Percy telling Nico about his quests and mentioning at some point that Hades straight up told him "Okey-doke" when he was twelve. He'd have a stroke I think

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.18 In Sickness and In Health

[determunition]

very late to my own party lmao but i put out OLD_FOLKS HOME chapter 21 at the end of last month! in this one wiz tags along with poe and luke to a mysterious ebay pickup, and learns some deep poe carder lore along the way

to those of you who haven't read this one yet i hope you all enjoy! i had a lot of fun writing this one ^^