#shortish

- he’d probably have something in the background when sleeping, i’m thinking sorting algorithms. Though on a more serious note he’d probably like soft rock or something for sleep? Maybe just some old tv (late 90’s, early 2000’s type) running in the background

- i feel like before all the trauma of re7 and re8, he’d have a decent sleep schedule, maybe one or two late nights when working but overall normal. After that? It’s a mess honestly. He probably became a light sleeper and has frequent nightmares.

- Having something to hug at night (you, a gifted plushie, or simply a pillow) as well as the noise helps ground him and keep those nightmares away

- he’s probably got a little bit of anxiety at all times, but if you have anxiety similar or6 worse than his, he’d get that ‘anxiety override’ and overcome it just for you

- you don’t wanna tell the waiter/cashier your order? He’ll do it for you. dreading writing an email? He’ll help you!

- you got him a plush for his birthday one year (probably after re7) and it’s a bat (“it’s cute but why a bat?” “Well.. i know how you have nightmares and I want you to feel comforted by it, so I want you to imagine it’s me protecting you..? I don’t know, sorry it’s probably stupid-“ “no, thats- thank you. I’ll treasure it”)

- okay realistically i feel like ethan doesn’t really yell in his everyday life? like maybe he’s a bit louder if getting annoyed but it probably would get to a point of booming (?). On this note, if you’re sensitive to yelling (like I am.. i flinch and get generally hella nervous when someone is yelling) so he’d make sure to try to keep his voice steady even if frustrated or mad because of how it can affect you

- i imagine one time he got like, really frustrated while on a call and noticed how you started hiding/covering your ears while curling up in yourself. He felt so bad likely quickly finishing the call, before tossing his phone somewhere and hugging you

request: yes|no

summary: you and your s/o broke up because they said 'i love you' to you on your 5 month anniversary and you were shocked, and confused but they took it the wrong way and you broke up. tommy, tubbo and ranboo try to comfort you <3

warnings: swearing/cursing, mentions of break up, crying mention, comfort/fluff, a bit of threatening-

a/n: this actually made me cry-

Every single book from the human world warned you against them.

The lessons were built into the very foundation of your mind, concepts that you should have committed to your heart long before you ever came to the Devildom.

Demons lie. Demons sin. Demons kill. And they have no qualms about any of their transgressions.

What foolery ever made you think they were different? What ignorance compelled you to believe the utter shit that Diavolo spewed into your ear? What raw stupidity made you think that these manifestations of evil were good?

It feels so obvious now—all the signs.

And there were so many goddamn signs.

Just a bad dream. He was safe. He wasn’t alone.

“Chengmei?”

“Yes, that would be me,” said Chengmei and laughed. “Did you expect to find somebody else here?” he asked, but light-heartedly, no bite in his tone. 

Still, Xiao Xingchen shook his head, feeling the need to answer. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here,” he said quietly.

He realized how tightly he clung to Chengmei and loosened his grip. It was probably hard to breathe for his dearest friend. Yet he never complained when Xiao Xingchen held onto him like a lifeline, even though Xiao Xingchen suspected sometimes it had to hurt. He also never complained about getting woken up by Xiao Xingchen’s nightmares, which surely had to be tiring for him too. 

awwwwww Xue Yang... I mean, Chengmei is a real sweetheart, isn’t he? (he isn’t, if you read my headcanons about Xiao Xingchen’s nightmares then you know he definitely isn’t)

"Ino come on I didn't wear your stupid top." I said as my older sister went through all of my clothes

"Are you sure?" She questioned.

"Yeah last I saw it you were making out with Sai in the living room." I said making her roll her eyes at me.

"Whatever Rini I'm going to Sakura's for the night to plan for prom if you want to stop by. Remember your boyfriend isn't allowed in your room after 8." She said making me scoff.

"Yes because before 8 sex is so much worse and more appalling." I tease as she walks out of my room. I watched her leave as I waved goodbye making sure she got all the way down the street in her car before I walked back inside flopping onto the couch. Turning on the TV I began texting my boyfriend that I was bored, which I was, and that I wanted to play chess with him, which I did.

"You're the most . . ." He started when I opened the door for him but I raised my eyebrow at him.

"If you say anything along the lines of troublesome woman one more time I will kick you in that pineapple shaped head of yours." I warned.

"Got it. So you wanted to play chess? Or did you mean you wanted to lose at chess . . . again?" He questioned with a smirk.

"Actually I was thinking about playing Rock Band. I mean only if you can do it and not cry when I win." I say making him shrug as he took off his hoodie while I set up the game. It was a very obvious struggle to push out the drum set for me to use.

"Seriously? You have to pick it up to go over the carpet." He said giving in to help me with it. Smiling sweetly I pecked him on the cheek before grabbing the guitar for him.

"Alright what song do you want to do?" I asked as he browsed the songs to choose from.

"You mean I get to pick the song? That's not very fair for you." He said which just made me grin. He didn't know how often I played the game and how I played every song because hey I had nothing else to do when I wasn't at school, doing homework, helping out at the flower shop, and or any of the basic human needs. Finally he settled on a song which happened to be my favorite.

"I haven't played this one in a bit." I say shakily as he smirks.

"Winner gets to make the loser do whatever he . . . or she wants for the rest of the day." He honestly thinks he can beat me.

"Got it." I say before the song starts. Not even three minutes later does the song end declaring that I had won.

"How?" He asked taking off the guitar.

"Easy. This is my favorite game." I say with a grin.

"That's cheating." He complained making me laugh.

"It's called a hustle sweetheart." I quote our favorite movie which made him groan as he sat on the couch.

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked causing me to grin so big that I thought my face would split in half. The rest of the night was spent having him run back and forth from the kitchen, carry me all around the house, and show me his strategies for chess. Around 11 o'clock we both started yawning even though he had been yawning the entire time when he thought I wasn't looking at him. Eventually we were sprawled out on the couch watching some pathetic attempt at a horror movie.

"Oh look the blonde chick died because she was too busy having sex with some idiot instead of finding a way out of the dangerous situation." I said throwing a piece of popcorn at the TV.

"Well if she didn't die then how would they have the hot brunette save the idiot guy who got kidnapped first and kill off the bad guys?" Shika said making me roll my eyes.

"Blondie should've hid somewhere that wasn't as noticeable as inside of a gas station that has gas leaking everywhere." I whine making him laugh at me.

"Are you seriously going to cry about a fake persons death?" He teased sitting up and leaning towards me.

"Only if someone else dies in a worthy manner will I shut up about her death." I say sitting up to better watch the movie. Eventually the movie had ended and I was laying on top of him as he slept. Looking over his face I got an idea.

"Don't even think about it." He said making me groan.

"Come on it would be cute." I whined as he opened one eye to look at me.

"It would not be cute it would be embarrassing for both of us." He tried to convince me. No way was I going to let this opportunity slip.

"I just need one cute picture of us to show everyone to brag about how cute, sweet, and . . ." I trailed off because he was staring at me funny.

"What?" I questioned making him shrug before staring up at the ceiling. After a minute of that I stood up and went into the kitchen. Grabbing a water I took a gulp before walking back into the living room.

"Hey I have a question for ya." He said sitting up to look at me.

"Huh?" I asked before he yanked on my wrist causing me to straddle him.

"How come you get to be as annoying as hell but I can't call you a . .  . you know?" He asked making me glare at him.

"Because it's as you would call it . . . a drag." I say which caused him to grin before leaning up and pressing a kiss against my lips. Placing my hands at the nape of his neck I pulled him closer into the kiss as our lips moved together in sync. He moved so quickly next that I barely noticed me had moved until my back was pressed into the couch. Next thing I knew his shirt was off and mine was showing my stomach. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my nose before continuing the heated kiss.

"Excuse me but that's gross." Ino's voice broke through our moment making Shika groan as he pulled away reluctantly. He grabbed his shirt off the back off the couch and tugged it on. My hands went onto the couch to support myself as I sat up which caused on to go into the couch crevice. I wiggled my fingers as Shika was glared down by Ino and felt a familiar fabric.

"So you two have nothing to say for yourselves?" She asked making me shrug as I stood up holding up the fabric in my hands.

April first, Vidia looked at the calendar and groaned. Her birthday was a joke. It was just another day that marked another year she survived and Lorena didn’t. She tried to pretend the day just didn’t exist altogether.

However, people insisted on making her remember. As she walked into the Great Hall a stack of boxes were at the table where she usually sat. She knew they were presents from her pseudo-friends (because calling people friends would kill her,) and family. As Vidia got closer to the stack she saw a letter sitting on top. She took it in her hands and saw that it was from her favorite quidditch team, the Tutshill Tornadoes.

She tore through the envelope and quickly opened the letter.

Dear Ms. Ligeiro,

We are writing you back after your inquiry about scouts earlier in the year. While your talent is rare, your blatant disregard for the rules and your recent disappearance for several games, we regrettably inform you that the Tutshill Tornadoes are not interested in offering you a position on our team for this pending season.

We hope this doesn’t discourage you. If anything, perhaps this will inspire you to work on your sportsmanship and team spirit.

Regards,

Michael Andrews

Representative for The Tutshill Tornadoes General Manager

Vidia swallowed hard as she tried to keep the pin prick feeling in the corner of her eyes at bay. She folded the letter and put it in her sweatshirt pocket. Vidia’s silence was more terrifying than her outbursts of rage. She was deep inside her mind, wounded and afraid. What did this mean? Would any other team even want her? She pinned her hopes and dreams on becoming a professional quidditch player. Now they wanted nothing to do with her.

With her thoughts busy at work, Vidia brought her things back to her room. She didn’t even open any of them. She looked at the poster of the Tutshill’s starting line up for the year and tore it down. “Stupid team! Stupid shitty team! Fuck!” She let out a string of curse words as she tore the poster into tiny pieces. The act did little to quell her anger.

An owl came knocking on her window and gave Vidia a distraction. Her parents wanted to see her. They always gave their present in person. With the promise of calzones rotos and coffee, Vidia left for her parent’s house in Hogsmeade.

“Mamãe!” She shouted when she walked into the house, “Papá!” Then they came into the entryway from the kitchen. “Oh lord, no.” She muttered as they wore party hats and noisemakers with a candle stuck into the center of a calzone roto.

“Parabéns a você!” Her parents cheerfully started to sing Happy Birthday to her.

“Stop. Just stop.” Vidia exhaled deeply. “You know I hate birthdays.”

“Mija,” Vidia’s father said with a plea, “But you’re our baby.” 

“I don’t care. Just please don’t sing.” Vidia pinched the bridge of her nose and walked pass them into the kitchen. She knew there would be more than just one calzone roto. 

“So, what do you have planned for today?” Vidia’s mother, Alda, came walking into the kitchen and blew out the candle Vidia refused to indulge in.

“Nothing.” 

“How about dinner with your father and I in town?” Alda possessed an air of gentleness that Vidia seemed to never inherit. Her grin was genuine as she sent waves of love toward her daughter.

“No, I’d rather not.” Vidia poured herself a cup of coffee and piled a hefty serving of calzone rotos onto a plate. 

“What’s wrong? You’re usually not this bitter on your birthday. Did something happen? Was it a boy? or a girl?” Vidia’s parents were slowly catching up with her sexuality. They tried to be inclusive of all options for a future in-law. Although, Vidia reassured them that marriage was not in her future.

“It wasn’t a boy or a girl,” Vidia laughed and shook her head at the assumption.

“Then what is it?”

Vidia contemplated telling her parents about the letter. She really didn’t want to but they were her parents and they had no other choice but to love her. She also didn’t want them to know the reason she wanted to go pro so bad was to avoid living their lives.

“Come on, Mija. You can tell me.” Vidia’s mother tapped Vidia on the nose.

“The Tutshills don’t want me.” She muttered.

“I’ve got presents!” Luis, Vidia’s father, entered holding two boxes and a bag.

“Not now, Luis,” Alda whispered.

“I’m a good player but apparently my style isn’t desirable.” Vidia put it lightly.

“I’m sure other teams will want you.”

“I doubt it. The Tutshill Tornadoes were my favorite team.” Vidia gritted her teeth as she tried not to cry. 

“Don’t worry. You can always get a job with the Ministry.” Her father piped in cheerfully.

“I don’t want a job with the Ministry. I want to play quidditch.” Vidia pushed around the rotos on her plate before stuffing one into her mouth. 

“What about becoming a referee? Consuela at work has a son who recently became a referee. I can ask around about that.” Alda nodded happily.

“You do that. I’m going to take this one on the road.” Vidia chugged her coffee and stuffed a few rotos into her front pocket. She recoiled as her fingers hit the letter. 

“Okay, well,” Alda looked at Luis, “At least open your presents before you leave.” Vidia looked at them both and couldn’t help but appease them.