valentine.

content that sonny had stopped apologizing, even though only doing so when threatened with a lack of cuddling, noah curled up closer. “i just said be careful with the topic and you go and give me the choice, you learn nothing.“ he teased, humming soft.

he decided not to dwell on the makes me feel safe comment, knowing that his feelings would blow it all out of proportion. “i can talk about space or the fact that pancake now knows how to roll over or i’ve got some thoughts on parks and rec since i’m rewatching it again?“ he was rambling, which was the very thing he had tried to warn sonny about. there was a wide grin on his face, eyes moved to fixate up at the ceiling. “i’m also rewatching golden girls and i’m pretty sure we gotta keep cheesecake in the fridge at all times because it seems to fix a lot of problems.“

Sonny curled up close to Noah and closed his eyes, humming softly as he listened to the other talk. “Are you teaching Pancake tricks?” He asked, deciding to focus on that topic for now. He didn’t have the patience to teach their dog anything, and he spoiled the shit out of her so it did no good for him to try and train her - he could hold a treat and tell her to do something, and end up giving her the treat anyway just because she sat there staring at him, looking like an absolute angel. “I wish we had cheesecake right now,” He said after a moment, lolling his head to the side so he could look at Noah. “That would be really fuckin’ good. Middle of the night cheesecake snack time.”

noah was infinitely relaxed once he was cuddled up with sonny, pulling the weighted blanket over the both of them. “if you don’t stop apologizing i will stop cuddling you.” he murmured, unable to help as a yawn escaped him. he was gonna joke about kicking sonny out of the bed, but he couldn’t even joke about turning him away right now. 

“what do you wanna talk about?“ he asked, looking up at sonny. “be careful about the topic or else i’m gonna ramble, i’m warning you now that i’m high as shit.“ he joked. 

Sonny couldn’t stop the pout that formed on his lips when Noah said he’d stop cuddling him, though he took the threat seriously and decided to shut his mouth. Instead of saying anything, he laid his head back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes, enjoying the closeness and warmth that he was sharing right now with his best friend. 

When asked about what he wanted to talk about, he opened his eyes and met Noah’s gaze, a little smile on his lips. “I dunno. Anything, I guess,” Just hearing Noah talk was enough to settle him down, make him feel calm, so any topic of conversation was fine as long as the other just kept talking to him. “I just like hearing you talk. Makes me feel safe.”

featuring: sonny deluca, james deluca, donna deluca

tw: mentions of abuse, violence, disordered eating, purging, and self harm

“is it bad that i replaced his lube with hot sauce or did i overreact just a little?”

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Sonny nearly spit his drink when he heard Jesse speak. He wouldn’t consider them to be ‘best friends’ by any means, he didn’t know about her boy problems, but since Noah was his roommate and Jesse was his sister, well, it was hard for them not to at least know each other - and that was enough for him to take interest in the situation. Looking up from his phone, he shot her a bewildered look. “You did what?” He raised his brows. “What did this guy do that was so bad?”

“sounds more like an addiction than a thing your little people worship,” her head tilts to the side, like she’s just caught him in some kind of lie. “when i don’t know a name, i go with ‘dude.’ when you call me ‘ma’ i feel so old… like a mother…” she keeps on giggling, burying her head in her hands. “i, like, totes haven’t heard that one before,” ever since the song came out, stacy had heard the joke from peers, strangers, and even other family members. fountains of wayne haunts her name, but she’s not angry about it. being forever calm and collected, she simply rolls with it. “let me guess, since my dad walked out my mom could use a guy like you?” she flips the lyric from the song to fit her situation. “good to meet ya, sonny,” she smiles, taking his hand for a quick shake. then she moves back and gives him her typical shaka. “probably why i’ve never seen you. i don’t have a car that would ever need servicing,” stacy twirls one of her black locks around her index finger.

“It’s a little bit of both, I guess.” He said with a smile, shrugging. Sonny was addicted, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to freely admit it. It was a bad habit, one he wished he could break, but he’d tried going cold turkey in the past and it wasn’t pretty, so he just stopped trying. “Guess I shouldn’t mention that, that’s what I call my actual mother, then, huh?” He laughed, knowing that it wasn’t the first time he’d gotten that complaint. It was like when he called someone ma’am or sir - even those younger than him got called that, and he heard so many times that it made them feel old, but he couldn’t help it. “Oh, for sure. Did she ever get back from that business trip?” When she gave him the shaka sign, Sonny couldn’t help but chuckle as reached up to remove his sunglasses, placing them on top of his head. “No? I can only assume you don’t do a whole lot of partying either, then. But you totally should. You’d be a good time at parties.”

“always.“ noah couldn’t just turn him away like that, it wasn’t in him, plus he worked late tomorrow so he could deal with staying up a little bit longer if he needed. “i get it, sonny. you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” he rested his forehead on sonny’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around his middle. normally he’d be less immediately cuddly, but his brain was a little fogged up and he figured it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. 

“you wanna stay here for tonight? we can talk about bullshit or try and sleep. normally i’d also say that going for a run is a good idea but i’m not quite sure i can stand and you don’t run.“ he adjusted so that his cheek was on his shoulder, smiling lazily as he looked up at sonny. “whatever you wanna do, bud, i’m here.“

Sonny laid back, scooting in close to Noah once he felt the arm around his waist. Fuck, he needed this. He needed to be held close and tight, needed to feel secure, like nothing was going to hurt him. Noah made him feel safe. “Sorry.” He said softly, feeling like he was unable to stop apologizing for this whole situation. It made him feel good, knowing that he didn’t have to explain himself to his best friend, but he still felt like he needed to.

“Yes, please.” He murmured, a small smile finally settling on his lips as he looked at Noah, nodding his head. Sonny’s feelings for his roommate stirred in his stomach, giving him butterflies from the mere fact that they were laying together in his bed, cuddled up with each other for the night. “Can we just talk? I don’t think I can sleep right now.”

“i think i heard on npr that sleep deprivation can lead to a variety of adverse effects on the brain,” tejay always got nine hours a night, he went to bed at a good time and woke up early. he knew he didn’t function well after nights staying up to work on policy or sending emails and mail back to concerned citizens. “i feel like being a liability doesn’t stop a lot of people from getting wined and dined. however, i can assure you there’s little chance i would wine and dine anyone right now. i’m too focused on my career.” tejay had a long stride, one that was confident and determined. he was able to make his way to the diner with ease, holding the door open for sonny to go inside. “you can order anything you want, it’s all on me,” he knew that was asking for trouble. but, he was hoping sonny would be realistic with how much he could eat versus how much tejay could pay for.

“I’m always sleep deprived.” Sonny said with a shrug. He was used to it, though he did love the nights when Noah was home and allowed him in his bed. Sleeping alone was one of his least favorite things, which led to him not sleeping at all some nights - that, on top of his nightmares and general insomnia, made for one sleepy boy. But he’d grown used to it over the years and hated to complain, so he just dealt with it as best as he could. Once they reached the diner, Sonny dropped his cigarette on the sidewalk and ground it out with the toe of his shoe before going inside and heading toward a booth. “Cool, man, thanks. I appreciate it.” Tejay was asking for it, telling Sonny he could order anything he wanted, because the boy had an appetite and could scarf down food like there was no tomorrow. Once they were settled in a booth, he turned his attention to the man and rested his arms on the table. “So, anything, huh? I’m pretty hungry, you might regret that offer.”

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Ya boy got a new guitar this afternoon. DJ Sunny D doesn’t have anything planned for the evening so I’m taking the night for myself and having a well deserved jam session. Sorry not sorry for the noise, neighbors ✌🏻

“well, they do say that early bird catches the worm. i’m not sure what they say about the bird that never goes to sleep,” he jokes, making the sound of a drum symbol afterwards. “maybe the bird who never sleeps gets a free breakfast.” tejay was definitely not trying to wine and dine, he was just hoping to gain the favor and understanding of someone who seemed to take issue with his authority. he does a little face palm, shaking his head. “no wining and dining, just a good deed as charity for one hungover man.” tejay starts walking in the direction of the diner where the bacon, eggs, and pancakes were always piping hot and tasty. the coffee seemed a little burned, but you could always run across the street to bean there, done that for a good cup.

“This bird is always down for free food. I don’t get a whole lotta sleep, like, ever.” Sonny hated nights when he was at home and not out at a party. He was an insomniac and, on top of that, he had terrible nightmares that he couldn’t shake. It’d been that way since he was a teenager, but it had gotten worse after he moved out on his own and away from his family. Nights at home meant tossing and turning in bed, staring at the ceiling, praying for sleep and then regretting it once it came. He felt like he couldn’t win. So Sonny, being the annoying shit that he was, ran on nicotine and spite most days. “Well, I appreciate it,” He said as they walked, taking a drag from his cigarette before continuing, “And I appreciate not being wined and dined. I’m a fuckin’ liability, you wouldn’t want to wine and dine me.”

“the greasy foods and liquor i can get down with, that’s probably what my temple is filled with and what my little people worship,” she pats her tummy like she’s just had one of the big burgers from sparky’s. she could go for one of those right about now. her life in wellcliff consisted of surfing the days away and finding the best spots in town to eat. “ma?” she giggles at the word. “you know, i have a name - it’s stacy.” she flips her hair over her shoulder, for once it isn’t wet from sea water. “i think you’d need a bloody mary more than me, i hear they’re great for hangovers,” she winks. “where do you work? are you from wellcliff or just in town for our radical parties?”

“The nicotine just adds another layer to the worship. My little people would suffer without it at this point.” He said with a laugh, reaching up to adjust his hat. When she laughed - no, giggled - a grin spread across Sonny’s lips and he shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, ma - easy go-to when you don’t know a girl’s name,” He paused, tongue darting out momentarily to wet his nearly-chapped lips. “Stacy - does your mom got it going on?” His mind immediately jumped to Stacy’s Mom by Fountains of Wayne, and he hoped that she got the reference and didn’t think he was being a creeper. “I’m Sonny, by the way,” He extended his hand for her to shake. “I work down at the garage - I’m a mechanic. Lived here for a couple’a years now, actually, but the parties are definitely a plus.”

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