Hey Violet Preferences/Imagines!

How They Comfort You When You Miss Them

|Rena|

Rena loved phone calls. There was something about the ability to hear your voice despite you being thousands of miles away that made her impossibly happy and it was a strong second best to being physically beside you. She always ensured to ring you at the most convenient of times so that you could talk for hours – never having to cut a conversation short.

The demeanour of today's discussion seemed to be different entirely – your voice wasn't cheerful and bubbly like usual and your laugh didn't have the same tone to it.

"I miss you, babe." She finally mumbled, you returning the sentence and shocking yourself with a slight crack in your voice. "Woah, (y/n), are you okay?" You could practically see her sitting up straight, her eyebrows furrowing as she took her lip between her teeth, instantly becoming overly concerned about you.

"I just miss you a lot, Rena. It seems like it's been forever."

"I know. I know, babe. Just think – a few more weeks and I'll be able to spend a whole week with you. What shall we do when I get home?" She quickly asked, but refused to give you a second to answer. "We could go to the cinema, or... Hey, All Time Low will be in town then, we could go to their show?"

"Really? That would be so cool; I've wanted to see them for so long!"

"Perfect, I can't wait." She smiled to herself although you couldn't see it as you continued to talk about what you would do when she finally returned home. She was content with knowing that she had taken your mind off of your troubles and that the smile in your voice had come back, determined to keep it that way for as long as it stayed within her capability.

|Nia|

"Why can't you come home?" You sulked, looking away from the computer screen where Nia's smiling face shone brightly in your dark room, almost willing yourself not to cry.

"You know I can't, love." she laughed, her smile somewhat apologetic although she tried to keep the mood from taking a turn for the worst. You childishly frowned, exaggeratingly pouting your lips and crossing your arms over your chest, completing the action with a loud huff as Nia smiled once again. "That's not a pretty face." she joked, her attempts to cheer you up seemingly feeble as she felt the exact same way – wishing more than anything that she could go home with the blink of an eye. You brought your laptop with you as you lay down in your bed, the covers almost completely covering your face as you looked at her as she seemed to be in deep thought.

"(Y/n)?" she questioned, as if checking you were still listening, to which you nodded slightly. "Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do." she started to sing quietly, her voice husky – in need of both sleep and warming up as she sang the tune you loved to you. "Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true." Nia continued, your eyelids feeling heavy in spite of the smile you could feel creeping on to your lips.

|Miranda|

"Babe." Miranda whined, dragging out the syllable as you sighed on the other end of the phone. "Why aren't you talking?" Finding yourself practically unable to respond you simply groaned, slumping onto the sofa behind you. "What? What is it?" she impatiently questioned being the hyperactive person you knew so well.

"I just miss you, that's all." You muttered, confused when she stayed silent. Unknowingly to you – Miranda was in deep thought.

"Hey, you know those really old jeans I have?" she suddenly piped up, her voice a slightly higher pitch than usual and sounding almost giddy as you could tell she was holding back laughter. "They're so ripped that the hem on the bottom has come undone, and the other day we we're in front of like a billion fans and I stood on the fabric and spilt my drink all down myself." she spoke quickly and excitedly like a small child and you let out a short chuckle. "Is that it? I embarrassed myself and all I get is a 'hehe'?" she quipped, you almost falling into fits of laughter at his pathetic impression of your laugh. "Now you're just making fun of me." Miranda started to laugh with you.

"I think you're the one making fun of me." You retorted, your laughter ceasing as you seemed to calm down from the small episode you had both just shared.

"At least you laughed, even if it was at my expense." she mumbled, happy that her clumsiness had been put to good use, and she had been able to hear your melodic laugh even if it were just through the phone and not in person.

|Casey|

"Is that my shirt?" Casey giggled as your face appeared on his screen, you holding your phone out in front of you as his face brightened up yours.

"Maybe." You raised your eyebrow, looking down at your attire to come to the realisation that yes, you were in fact wearing his shirt – it had gone completely unnoticed by you as now it seemed to be a part of your everyday routine. "They're more comfortable than mine." You argued your point, causing Casey to flash a perfect smile.

"It's just a t-shirt, how is it more comfortable?" He laughed, confusion clear on his features as he somehow remained oblivious to the real reason you had stolen it from his almost bare wardrobe.

"I just like it. It reminded me of you." You mumbled, looking down at the shirt and inhaling his lingering scent.

"Aw, did you really miss me that much?" He teased, his hand covering his chest in mock surprise.

"Shut up, Casey. Just hurry up and come home."

"You know I'd love to come home, (y/n)." He reassured, his eyes seeming to soften as somehow your gaze met between the two phone screens. "Not that I'll have anything to wear when I do get back, seeing as you've taken it all."

"I don't mind if you walk around shirtless, honestly." You smirked, Casey once again bursting into fits of laughter before he winked at you not-so-subtly.

"Oh really?"

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guys i had to come home from school early so i wrote this although its creds to the owner once again i just changed it up a bit. 

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