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guys splatnet-
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suitphones :) does she know she is the silliest
some extra skectyes under the read more
#splatoon#coroika#splatoon manga#headphones#ocho#headphones coroika#ocho coroika#my art#digital art#procreate pocket#slowly figuring out how to draw inklins especially the coroika ones >_< (its been a year)#implied ship….. :)
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This took so long to make
#coroika#splatoonmanga#coroika goggles#coroika headphones#coroika bobble#coroika specs#coroika rider#coroika army#coroika aloha#coroika mask#coroika skull#coroika gloves#coroika emperor#coroika prince#coroika hachi#coroika mitsuami#coroika horn#coroika tri sun#coroika 8bit#coroika shady#coroika ocho#coroika wireglasses#coroika barreleye#coroika shellmet#shitpost#typing out all these tags took ages also
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more pink panels!! 🩷
#coroika#coroika edit#splatoon manga#hachi coroika#goggles coroika#bobble hat coroika#specs coroika#headphones coroika#ocho coroika#wireglasses coroika#blazer coroika#bamboo coroika#so many tags lmaoo
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hiii ppll, *throws genloss au at u*
so like im listing characters off the top of my head so these wont be all of them yet
ranboo - skull Charlie slimecicle - aloha the gouls - the rest of pink team sneegsnag - rider the rat guy whith a mask whos played by jerma - mask the rat 1 - desighner hp the rat 2 - full moon glasses niki niachu - headphones austin show - ocho
i dont remember the others off the top of my head but uhh yeah :]
#splatoon 3#splatoon#saturns life#coroika#splatoon 2#mask coroika#aloha coroika#designer headphones coroika#rider coroika#ocho coroika#headphones coroika#full moon glasses coroika#coroika skull#generation loss
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Hope "Headphones" Wavian is an [x cuz idk a good exact age for her yet] year old female Inkling, hailing from a small village just outside of Inkopolis City. While usually introverted, easily intimidated and down-to-earth, her fierce loyalty and protectiveness of the people she cares for proves somehow more intimidating than some of the world's strongest inksport players. She has a good aim, thus making her suited for the charger class. One good shot is enough to send someone tumbling back to base.
Made an edit of Headphones using some of my headcanons for her, since she's on the mind again
#you can thank linus s-blast halfrim shady barreleye ocho for this#splatoon#coroika#headphones#headphones coroika#coroika panel edit#panel edit#my art
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puppy love • aurelien tchouameni (2/8)
SYNOPSIS: Ocho has a dog crush...too bad the owner hates both Aurelien and Ocho.
WARNINGS: mentions of dogs humping each other/in love, football b.s., eventual smut, eventual boyfriend!aurelien, cursing, light enemies-to-lovers, usage of the 'n' word. [if not comfortable, then don't read].
PAIRINGS: aurelien tchouameni x black!femreader (Y/N)
TAGLIST: @sucredreamer, @trenterprise, @tchouathon, @trentswrld, @f1-football-fiend, @certainsaturn, @lettersofgold, @hopefulromantic1, @foreverisntenough, @essaysbyciara, @elyseesarchive @deonn-jaelle @alika-4466 @greyishbach, @irishmanwhore, @judesbabymamas, @whoevenisthiz @kj77 @shelovesfootie @mineymak
A/N: Another Aurelien series???? Anyways, please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Also, as always, please like, comment, and send asks! Dividers by @inklore.
P.S.: Should I create Y/N's playlists on Spotify?
Chapter 2: Haterade
The next morning, Y/N hit the pavement for her usual jog around the neighborhood. The air was crisp, the perfect antidote to her simmering frustration. She still hadn’t gotten over that guy—Aurélien—from the park. The way he’d rolled his eyes at her and had the nerve to call her dramatic. She wasn’t dramatic. If anything, Y/N considered herself the quiet type, keeping her head down and minding her own business.
Still, his dismissive attitude pissed her off.
Pausing at a street corner, Y/N stretched her legs, glancing at her reflection in a nearby window. Her expression was still tight with irritation.
Dramatic, my ass.
She shook her head, bouncing lightly in place to keep her heart rate up. The light still hadn’t changed, so she pulled out her phone, and pressed play on her Running playlist. Victoria Monét’s smooth voice flooded her headphones, the beat instantly getting her pumped. Y/N smiled to herself, her body moving to the rhythm as she danced a little in place, forgetting the tension for a moment.
But as she waited for the light to turn green, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to Aurélien. He was attractive, she had to admit. Tall, dark-skinned, with a lanky build that still somehow looked athletic. His hair was shaped in a high taper fade, and his angular facial features made him look like he belonged in a magazine. And those full, kissable lips with that sexy accent to match? Yeah, she’d definitely noticed that, even if he was a dickhead.
He’s just another pretty boy who thinks the world revolves around him, she reminded herself. Y/N didn’t mess with dickheads. Hell, she didn’t mess with anybody lately. She wasn’t about that life, no matter how attractive the guy might be.
Maybe you should, an intrusive thought slipped into her mind. Might help ease the tension.
Y/N shook her head, squashing the thought as she jogged across the street, the light finally in her favor. Nah, I didn’t come to Madrid to mess with boys. I came here to finish my degree and make sure my family stays good. That’s all that mattered.
She kept running, the familiar rhythm of her feet hitting the pavement grounding her. By the time she circled back to her house, her mood had leveled out.
Home. It wasn’t much, but it was cozy, a small rented townhouse on the outskirts of the city, close enough to campus but far enough to give her some peace.
Stepping inside, she was immediately greeted by the familiar scent of breakfast from earlier and the faint hum of the TV in the living room. Y/N closed the door behind her, peeling off her running shoes as she climbed the stairs, only to be met by her little brother, Sutton, standing at the top, already grinning.
Sutton wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing that look. He wanted something.
Sutton pulled back slightly, the grin on his face widening.
"What do you want, brat?" she signed to him with a shake of her head.
"Can you buy me more Roblox money?" he signed back, his face lighting up like Christmas.
Y/N groaned. Of course. "Is that all I’m good for? Roblox or Fortnite re-ups?" she signed, playfully exasperated.
Sutton giggled, the sound making her heart soften a little. "No," he signed, then added with a mischievous smirk, "And making good sandwiches."
Y/N nudged him gently out of her way, walking toward her room. "Please," Sutton begged, this time using his actual speaking voice. There was barely any strain to it. He had been practicing more lately, and it was paying off.
She turned back, signing, "Fine, but this one time, okay? Also, take a shower—you stink."
Sutton’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "I can say the same about you," he signed back, ducking his head before Y/N could swat at him. She playfully mushed his head before stepping into his room, a complete disaster zone.
Clothes were thrown haphazardly across the floor, old snack bags lay on the dresser, and his bed wasn’t even made. "Clean this up first," she signed, raising an eyebrow at him. Sutton immediately gave her a mock salute before getting to work, knowing better than to argue.
Y/N quickly grabbed the PS5 controller and bought him the Roblox bucks he wanted, deleting her card information right after—he wasn’t slick. With that task done, she made her way to her own room, feeling the sweat clinging to her skin from the run.
She tossed her headphones onto her bed, grabbed a towel, and headed to the bathroom.
Shower time.
The day wasn’t over yet, and she still had things to take care of—just like always. Since their mom passed, Y/N had slipped into the caretaker role for Sutton, SJ, and their dad. She wasn’t just their sister anymore; she was like a second mom, making sure the house was clean, cooking dinner, ensuring the boys stayed alive and somewhat functional.
But for now, she let herself enjoy the simple comfort of a hot shower, washing away the morning’s frustration.
Y/N turned on her Shower Vibes playlist, immediately engulfed by the pounding intro of Meek Mill's "Dreams & Nightmares." The energy hit her right in the chest as she grabbed her loofah and began lathering herself up, rapping along with the track. “When I bought the Rolls Royce, they thought it was leased…” she spit the lyrics with the same intensity as if she was the one who’d just made it out of Philly’s toughest streets.
She felt every word. Meek’s voice fueled her, the bass reverberating through the bathroom as the hot water hit her skin. The frustration she had been carrying since that run started melting away with each bar. This was her therapy.
“I don't say a word, I don't say a word…”
Suddenly, a sharp knock broke through her focus, followed by more insistent banging on the door.
"Siri, pause the music," Y/N called out, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she wrapped a towel around herself and cracked the bathroom door open.
Standing there, her twin brother, SJ, was tapping his foot impatiently, his face already showing that signature pout he had whenever he wanted something.
"Nigga, what the heck are you doing banging on the door?" she asked, irritation heavy in her voice.
"I gotta pee, and you're taking forever," SJ complained, his tone whiny as he looked past her into the steamy bathroom.
Y/N was about to clap back with some snarky remark about his lack of bladder control, but the words died in her throat when she noticed the slight redness around his eyes. She leaned forward a bit, sniffing the air, and caught that familiar scent.
"The fuck? Are you high, SJ?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Yo, you're too loud!" he hissed, quickly covering her mouth and glancing nervously down the hall to make sure their dad wasn’t around. His whole body tensed, clearly panicking. Y/N bit his hand, making him yelp and pull back. "Ouch!"
"That’s what you get for putting your nasty hands on my face," she scowled at him. "What the hell are you doing getting high, SJ? If Dad finds out—"
"Dad ain't even around to notice, Y/N. Quit bitchin', man."
Y/N blinked, stunned. Did he just call me a bitch? Her brows shot up in disbelief. "Did you just call me a bitch?"
SJ sighed, shaking his head. "No, I said you're bitchin'—as in complainin', naggin' on a nigga," he clarified, trying to sound casual about it. "Like I said, Dad's too busy to worry 'bout us, 'specially with this new job of his."
Y/N crossed her arms, her anger brewing again. Oh, so this was what it was about. The new job had him working nonstop. Their father wasn’t just any physio; he was the head physio for one of the biggest football clubs in Madrid, constantly traveling, managing high-pressure situations with elite athletes. It wasn’t like SJ fully grasped the impact their father was making in sports. To SJ, Dad’s absence was just an opportunity to slack off.
"So you thought getting high was the move?" Y/N asked, not even giving him time to answer before continuing. "This isn’t Philly, SJ. You could get in trouble here."
"Nah, 'cause weed's basically legal here—I looked it up," he said with a dopey grin, proud of himself for the bare minimum of research.
Y/N wasn’t surprised. Sure, her brother was a lazy fuck, but he wasn’t a stupid lazy fuck. There was always some girl—or a quick Google search—keeping him from totally failing at life. Still, she wasn’t impressed.
"So that gives you a pass?" she shot back, rolling her eyes. "Y'know how Dad feels about drugs in the house."
"Nah, nah, it wasn’t even like that, lil' sis. I went to one of those weed lounges, so we straight," he said, trying to smooth it over like it wasn’t a big deal. "Anyways, can I take a leak or not?"
Y/N gave him a baffled expression. "No. I'm using this bathroom. Go use the downstairs one."
SJ sucked his teeth, wiping his face with his hand in exaggerated annoyance. "Dad’ll be home any minute, man. You know how he freaks out."
"Of course I do, dickhead. I literally just warned—" Y/N took a deep breath, trying to rein in her vexation. "Y’know what? I’m done. Use the bathroom and wash up too."
SJ grinned, clearly having gotten what he wanted. “Good lookin' out, lil' sis,” he said, shoving past her and into the bathroom. Y/N quickly grabbed her portable speaker and phone from the counter.
"Suck my dick," Y/N shot back with a smirk as she left, enjoying the shocked laugh that burst from her brother.
"You wildin', man," SJ laughed as he closed the door behind him.
Y/N shook her head, heading back to her room. She still had to finish her morning routine—skincare, brushing her teeth, and maybe waxing later. Typical SJ, always barging into her peace with his nonsense. But she loved him. Still, she wasn’t about to let him skate by that easily. He owed her one, whether SJ liked it or not.
Aurélien gripped the pull-up bar tightly, feeling the familiar burn in his biceps and shoulders as he hoisted himself up, his chin clearing the bar in smooth, controlled movements. His home gym was bathed in the morning light streaming through the windows, but his mind was everywhere but on the reps. He exhaled sharply, thinking about the upcoming match against Real Sociedad. It was going to be a tough one, and he needed to be on top of his game.
His foot still ached sometimes from that old sprain. Just a subtle reminder of how quickly things could go sideways in football. One wrong step and everything could change. He’d been cautious, easing back into training, but the worry never fully left his mind. He had to be sharp, fast, and at his best—no room for doubt. There was too much riding on his performance, especially with Shawn on the team. Having him at Real Madrid was invaluable, and Aurélien knew how much he appreciated Shawn’s insight and leadership. The guy had been a game-changer, both on and off the pitch. Football came first; nothing else could get in the way.
Nothing, especially not Y/N.
Aurélien's jaw tightened as he dropped down from the bar, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. He’d been thinking about her way too much lately, and it wasn’t helping his focus. She was off-limits, plain and simple. He didn't have time to get wrapped up in whatever tension had been brewing between them. He wasn’t even sure what the hell her problem was. Sure, he had called her dramatic, but she was acting like he’d committed some major offense.
Dramatic, he thought again, shaking his head.
As he walked toward the treadmill, Ocho sat by the window with his chin resting on the sill, looking out like a heartbroken lover. The dog’s usual playful demeanor had been replaced with this almost zombie-like state. He wasn’t running around the house or following Aurélien with that happy tail wag. Instead, he just sat there, his eyes droopy and sad.
Aurélien sighed, pausing for a moment to glance over at Ocho. He had read something online about dogs getting depressed when they missed someone. But who the hell could Ocho be missing this much? It wasn’t until it hit him that the last time Ocho had seen Lady, Y/N’s dog, was that day at the park. Since then, Ocho had been in this weird funk. Could a dog have a girlfriend?
Aurélien let out a short, disbelieving laugh. It didn’t seem possible, but Ocho had been acting like Lady was the love of his life. He’d been whining constantly, glancing toward the door like he expected her to just walk in at any moment. It was ridiculous, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore how miserable his dog had been. Ocho must really like Lady—a lot.
"Well, guess I have to deal with it," Aurélien muttered under his breath. He wasn’t about to let his dog suffer over some puppy love, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. Which meant… he was going to have to deal with Y/N, too.
Great.
He hopped on the treadmill and pressed a few buttons, trying to keep his focus on his pace and not on the growing headache that came with the thought of having to talk to her. He didn’t have to like her, but for Ocho’s sake, they’d have to work something out. Maybe they could set up some kind of playdate for the dogs—at least let them run around together for a bit. Aurélien had had it up to here with Ocho’s constant whining and those sad puppy eyes.
The last thing he wanted to do was get closer to Y/N, but if it meant Ocho stopped acting like he’d been dumped, then maybe a truce was in order. They didn’t have to be friends, but at least they could find some middle ground where their dogs could hang out. And after that? Back to business. He didn’t have time for distractions.
He increased the treadmill speed, pushing himself harder as the rhythm of his footsteps echoed in the room. Football first. Always. But even as he tried to center his thoughts back on the upcoming match, Y/N’s face flashed in his mind—annoyed, stubborn, beautiful in a way that he couldn’t quite shake.
He growled under his breath and focused on the sprint. Get it together, Aurélien. Focus.
Aurélien finished his set on the treadmill, his muscles burning with exertion, sweat dripping down his face. The workout had done little to clear his mind, though. Y/N still lingered at the edges of his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to push them aside. He sighed heavily, grabbing his towel and draping it over his shoulder.
"Allez, Ocho," he called, glancing toward his dog who was still sitting by the window, looking utterly heartbroken.
Ocho slowly lifted his head, his tail wagging just a bit at the sound of Aurélien’s voice, but the excitement was short-lived. His tail dropped, and he let out another sad whine before following Aurélien out of the gym and up the stairs.
Aurélien stopped in the kitchen, opening a box of Ocho's favorite treats. He grabbed one, turning to his dog and waving it in front of him. "Qui est un bon garçon, hein?" (Who's a good, handsome boy?) Aurélien said, his voice light, trying to coax a bit of energy back into his dog.
Ocho sniffed the treat but didn’t even lift his head. Instead, he let out a long, mournful whine, his big brown eyes filled with sadness as he rested his head on the floor.
Aurélien blinked, baffled. "Oh non, Ocho… tu ne veux pas une friandise?" (Oh no, Ocho… you don't want a treat?) he asked, shaking the treat in front of him again.
Ocho let out another pitiful whine, followed by a soft, drawn-out howl that almost sounded like a plea. Aurélien could only shake his head.
"Tu manques ta copine?" (You miss your girl?) he asked with a hint of disbelief. Ocho responded with a louder whine, his body sinking further into the floor like his very soul was hurting.
Aurélien scoffed, tossing the treat back into the box. "Sérieusement? Qu'est-ce que vous faites dans ces buissons?" (Seriously? What have you two been doing in those bushes?) he muttered, an amused grin tugging at his lips despite the ridiculousness of the situation.
His mind wandered back to the park. Ocho and Lady always ran off together, disappearing into the bushes while Aurélien watched from afar. What the hell were they even doing back there? Chasing squirrels? Or were they really looking for a more quiet spot to… Aurélien frowned, shaking his head as he realized what his brain was suggesting. Were they hooking up?
"Non, impossible." (No, impossible.) He chuckled to himself, but the thought stayed. Could dogs really fall in love like this? Ocho had never acted like this over anyone before. Then again, Aurélien had never seen Lady with any other dog, either. Maybe Ocho was just that smitten with her.
Either way, Ocho was in pain, and Aurélien couldn’t stand seeing his dog like this. Whatever Ocho and Lady had going on, they were going to need some serious help. A truce between him and Y/N was now non-negotiable.
"Mon pauvre garçon…" (My poor boy…) Aurélien murmured, crouching down to scratch behind Ocho’s ears. Ocho nudged into his hand, letting out a soft sigh.
"C'est bon, on va arranger ça." (It's okay, we'll fix this.) Aurélien said softly, standing up. He wasn't sure what kind of agreement he could strike with Y/N, but he was willing to try for Ocho's sake. He wasn’t about to let his dog go out like this.
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A few days after Real Madrid's solid win against Real Sociedad, Aurélien finally had a day off to catch his breath. He called Shawn yesterday, and still felt a mix of relief and unease about the conversation they’d had. Clearing the air with Y/N wasn’t something he had ever expected to do, but Shawn had been understanding when Aurélien insisted this wasn’t some ploy to run game with his daughter. Quite the opposite, actually—he just wanted Ocho and Lady to hang out again.
Shawn had revealed that Lady had been acting just as sad as Ocho. He’d even chuckled and mentioned how Lady had been sitting by the window every day, whining and glancing outside as if waiting for Ocho to show up. "I’ll talk to Y/N," Shawn had said, "and give her your number. You two can sort it out."
And that’s how Aurélien found himself sitting next to Ocho now, who looked just as miserable as before.
"J'ai une surprise pour toi," (I have a surprise for you) Aurélien said softly, reaching down and rubbing Ocho’s head. His dog barely moved, just letting out a soft, sad huff in response.
Aurélien gave him a look, knowing that the poor guy had been in this slump for days. But things were about to change. He glanced over at the park entrance just as Y/N walked in with Lady, the dog prancing beside her, proudly sporting a new pink collar and matching lead. Ocho’s ears perked up the moment he saw her, and for the first time in days, he barked excitedly.
Lady let out an equally excited yip, tugging at her lead as Y/N tried to keep control. "Lady, now you know—" Y/N began to scold her dog, but her words trailed off as she watched Ocho and Lady eagerly sniff each other before Ocho gave her a gentle lick on the nose.
Y/N sighed, clearly giving up on trying to control Lady’s enthusiasm as she unhooked the lead. The moment she did, the two dogs bolted off, playing and chasing each other as if they hadn’t spent the last week pining for one another.
Aurélien couldn’t help but laugh softly, watching the dogs with a mix of relief and amusement. He gestured to the bench, and Y/N reluctantly sat down, keeping a decent distance from him.
He stole a sidelong glance at her, noticing how her athletic shorts and cropped top hugged her curves in all the right places. She wore a zip-up jacket over her top, and her braids were piled high on her head in their usual fashion. This time, though, she wore glasses. He hadn't seen that before.
"I didn’t know you wore glasses," he said, trying to make some light conversation.
"Yeah, I do," Y/N replied flatly, barely turning to look at him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching their dogs romp around the park, but the tension between them was palpable. Aurélien tried again to break the ice, throwing out a few comments about the weather and their dogs, but Y/N barely acknowledged him. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What’s your problem?" he asked bluntly, unable to stand the cold shoulder any longer.
Y/N turned to him with a sharp look. "My problem? First of all, your dog humped my dog, and then you had the nerve to call me dramatic for being upset about it."
Aurélien blinked, realizing what she was referring to. "Look, I’m sorry about that," he said quickly, holding up his hands. "I didn’t mean any ill intent. But come on, you were doing the most for something both of them were into. It’s not like Lady was just sitting there.” He pointed toward the two dogs, who were now happily sniffing each other’s butts without a care in the world.
Y/N let out a huff but softened just a little. "I guess I shouldn’t have gotten that worked up…" she admitted, her tone quieter. She glanced over at Lady, her face shifting into something more vulnerable. "Lady’s my baby. She’s… she’s one of the last gifts my mom gave me before she passed away."
Aurélien’s chest tightened at that, feeling an unexpected wave of sympathy. "I’m really sorry," he said gently. "I get it. I know how it feels to be a dog parent. They grow up so fast… but seeing them happy like this is what matters."
Y/N nodded, her expression softening even more. Aurélien grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "And I promise, Ocho’s a good boy. I raised him right. He’ll treat Lady like the queen she is."
That earned him a small laugh from Y/N, and he felt a flicker of pride at being able to crack her tough exterior. Her smile lit up her whole face, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "You’re prettier when you smile."
Y/N’s smile faded, and she turned to him with an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"
Aurélien mentally cursed himself. The last thing he wanted was to spark another argument. "Don’t tell me you’re getting mad about me calling you pretty?" he said, exasperated.
"It’s not that," Y/N said, her voice firm. "It’s the implication that I’m only pretty when I smile, like I have to perform happiness for you."
Aurélien let out a frustrated groan, kissing his teeth. "Oh my God, can we not do this? Our dogs are happy, and you’re getting too worked up over a harmless compliment."
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "I’m not getting worked up. Do you know how many times I’ve heard stuff like that? ‘Oh, smile girl, you look grumpy,’ or ‘You’re too pretty to be mad.’" She deepened her voice, mimicking the way men usually spoke to her. "It’s demeaning."
Aurélien had to bite back a laugh at her impression, though he understood where she was coming from. Still, this woman was driving him up a wall. "Okay, but I didn’t mean it like that," he said, trying to be reasonable. "You didn’t have to go off in an unnecessary rant about being catcalled—"
"Unnecessary? Are you—" Y/N stopped herself, taking a deep breath. "Lady, sweetie, it’s time to go home!" she called out, standing up abruptly.
"Merde," Aurélien muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself. He reached out and gently touched her arm. "Y/N, come on," he said softly. "Please. Just sit down. Let’s talk about our dogs, okay? We came here for them."
Y/N shot him a sharp look but sighed and sat back down. Aurélien could feel the tension in her shoulders and saw the exhaustion in her eyes. She’d been through a lot, that much was obvious. Losing her mother, moving across the world, juggling school—he couldn’t imagine how much she had on her plate. But right now, their main priority was keeping the dogs happy.
"Let’s just keep things cool for them, alright?" Aurélien said, glancing over at Ocho and Lady, who were now rolling in the grass, blissfully unaware of the human drama playing out around them. "That's all that matters." He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful they looked, the tension between him and Y/N forgotten for just a moment. Then, an idea hit him. "You know," he began, his voice casual, "I think Ocho and Lady should hang out more often."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Oh? And how exactly do you see that happening?"
"We could set up playdates," Aurélien suggested, leaning back a little, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "Or even better… sleepovers."
Y/N let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Sleepovers? You’re kidding, right?"
Aurélien shook his head, completely serious. "Not at all. Think about it—they’re basically together at this point. Why not let them have some extra time to bond? It’s only fair, considering how much they miss each other when they’re apart."
Y/N stared at him in disbelief. "You're suggesting that our dogs… have sleepovers?"
He nodded, looking entirely unbothered. "Yeah, why not? They’ve already been acting like a couple. It’s only logical."
Y/N let out another chortle, shaking her head. "That sounds insane. They're dogs, not kids planning a slumber party."
But Aurélien doubled down, leaning forward with a playful grin. "I’ve given it a lot of thought, actually. Ocho clearly adores Lady, and she seems pretty attached to him too. It’s not as crazy as it sounds." He paused for effect before adding, "Even your dad agreed with me."
Y/N blinked, her mouth falling open slightly. "My father agreed to this?"
Aurélien nodded, looking pleased with himself. "Yep. Shawn said he thought it was a good idea. Said it might help with Lady’s loneliness."
Y/N narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Still not happening, Aurélien."
He laughed softly, leaning back with a casual shrug. "You’ll come around. Just wait until you see how much happier Lady is after a few hangouts."
Y/N rolled her eyes, but despite herself, she couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re absolutely ridiculous, you know that?"
"Maybe," Aurélien said with a smug grin. "But I’m right about this. Just wait."
Y/N gave him a side-eye but didn’t bother arguing any further. Maybe the idea of doggie sleepovers was ridiculous—but there was no denying how happy Lady seemed to be with Ocho around. Even if she wouldn’t admit it, part of her liked the idea of them hanging out more. Just not too much more.
"And if our dogs are going to be hanging out together, you should at least know how to say my name correctly,” Aurélien said, fixing Y/N with a playful but pointed look. "It’s Aw-ree-le-an, not Ah-reel-lian. You’re butchering the shit out of it."
Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as she shot back with a smirk. "Same goes for you too. But don’t get mad at me just because your name’s hard to pronounce. Who even says it like that anyway?"
"French people do," he replied with a cocky grin, crossing his arms as if he’d won the argument already. "And you wish your name was as cool as mine."
"Bullshit," Y/N said, shaking her head.
Aurélien leaned in slightly, and kissed his teeth in annoyance. "You know it’s true. Just admit it. My name sounds like royalty—yours is just… basic."
Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "Please. Your name is a mouthful, and no one outside of France is saying it right. I bet even your teammates struggle."
Aurélien let out a chuckle. "They do, but that’s their problem. You? You should be better than that, especially if we’re going to be around each other more often."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, Aw-ree-le-an, I’ll try my best. But I make no promises."
Aurélien gave her a playful wink. "You better. I won’t let you keep messing it up."
Y/N scoffed at the title he gave her. "Don’t push it."
"Hey, if our dogs are basically dating, that makes us dog parents-in-law. You better get used to it,” Aurélien teased, enjoying the banter between them.
Y/N shook her head, laughing softly. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Aw-ree-le-an." Y/N stood up, brushing the dirt off her shorts as she glanced at Aurélien one last time. "Alright, I’ve gotta head out. But I’ll let you know when Lady can hang out with Ocho again," she said, her voice neutral but her gaze sharp.
"Bye, hater…" Aurélien called after her, settling back into his seat on the bench, legs stretched out wide in an exaggerated manspread, arms draped casually across the back. His smirk was infuriatingly confident.
Y/N froze for a second, narrowing her eyes. "You must really want your ass beat, huh?" she shot back.
He shrugged, his smirk deepening. "Name the time and place."
What a fucking asshole, Y/N thought, clenching her jaw as she walked over to Lady. She clipped the leash onto her collar, and of course, Lady put up a small protest, whining and glancing back at Ocho as if they were tearing her away from her soulmate.
"We’ll see him and his annoying-ass owner soon, baby. Let’s get a treat," Y/N muttered under her breath. The word 'treat' instantly snapped Lady’s attention back. She let out a happy yip and gave Ocho a parting lick on the face before trotting obediently next to Y/N.
"Don’t forget to text me about the doggie sleepover, Y/N!" Aurélien called out as she walked away. Y/N didn’t even bother to look back; instead, she lifted her hand and flipped him the bird, her middle finger a clear response. His deep chuckle followed her, adding to her irritation.
Y/N inhaled deeply, forcing herself to exhale slowly as they exited the park. Aurélien was so damn cocky, so insufferably full of himself. His arrogance, that smug grin, the way he acted like everything he said was charming—it got under her skin in a way she hated to admit.
But she was doing this for Lady, not herself. Lady deserved to be happy, and if that meant dealing with Aurélien and his ridiculous dog-parenting antics, so be it.
Still, the thought lingered as she adjusted her grip on Lady’s leash, her fingers flexing a little. Wouldn’t it be great to just rock him right in his big-ass mouth? Just once?
Y/N sat at her desk, laptop open, camera on, though her gaze wandered. She wasn’t sure if therapy was supposed to make her feel better, but lately, it hadn’t. The video feed of her psychiatrist, Dr. Morgan, looked back at her, full of concerned patience.
"You’re clearly stressed, Y/N. Your anxiety’s been through the roof. This isn’t healthy for a 22-year-old. Have you thought about trying meditation? Yoga? Anything to relax?"
Y/N crossed her arms and scoffed. "I’m not stressed, Dr. Morgan, I’m pissed."
Dr. Morgan paused and tilted her head. "Why are you pissed?"
Y/N stared at the screen, her lips pressing into a thin line. The reasons whirled around in her mind, but none of them made it out of her mouth. Because mom died too soon. Because since then, I had to carry everyone else’s burdens— dad’s grief, Sutton’s needs. And moving to Madrid? Who would’ve taken care of them if I’d stayed in Philly?
There was no room for her own needs, no space to breathe, to just be a 22-year-old college senior.
"I don’t know," she muttered, unwilling to voice the chaotic swirl in her head.
Dr. Morgan’s voice softened. "Y/N, you need to step back. You’re acting like a surrogate mother to your family. You have to let yourself be a young adult, to be a student. Consider hiring help, a maid or a nanny, just to take off some of the load."
Y/N sighed but said nothing. She had been slacking on making friends since her mother passed, but who had time for that now?
"Grief affects everyone differently," Dr. Morgan continued. "But what you’re doing isn’t sustainable or healthy."
Y/N offered a curt nod, and with that, they hung up. She slammed her laptop shut, the sound echoing through her room, her frustration simmering. Just as she was about to throw herself onto her bed, there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," she called, pressing the small button on her bedside table that indicated it was safe to enter. She expected Sutton, but it was her dad who poked his head in.
"Hey, just checking on you," he said, stepping inside.
"I’m fine, Daddy," Y/N replied, her voice tight, though she was trying to sound reassuring.
Her dad frowned. "You always say that, Y/N. Listen, I appreciate everything you’ve done around here, but why don’t you go hang out with your friends or something?"
Y/N rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, Dad, not right now."
"My bad," he said, putting his hands up in surrender. "But for real, Y/N. Go out, do something for you. Go shopping or something."
She raised a brow. "Are you going to give me your AmEx, then?" She was half-joking, but what came next shocked her.
"If that gets you out of the house, then sure." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Y/N’s mouth dropped open as he handed her the card. "You’re basically an accountant, and you’ve always been good with money," he said with a shrug. "If there’s anyone I trust with my credit card, it’s you."
"Really?" Y/N asked, taking the card, unsure whether to laugh or protest.
Her dad nodded. "Go out, spoil yourself a bit. SJ can watch Sutton, or we can get that part-time nanny I’ve been talking about."
"I don’t know about a nanny…"
"He’s eleven, Y/N, not a baby. He’s smart. We can get someone to help out, offset some of the responsibility."
"We’ll see," she said, tucking the card into her jacket pocket.
Her dad lingered for a moment longer. "Anyway, how did things go with Aurélien and Ocho?"
Y/N groaned. "He wants the dogs to have sleepovers."
Her dad grinned. "That’s a good idea."
"He told me you liked the idea, too."
"Of course I do. Gives Lady more socializing skills."
"Or lets her get humped by that damn dog of his," Y/N muttered.
Her dad just shrugged. "Dogs are dogs. Maybe you should go with her."
"Excuse me?"
“I meant hang out with Aurélien. Him, Cama, and Jude are good guys. You need friends, Y/N."
"Guy friends though? Aren’t you worried about that?"
"Nah. I already gave them a warning. Told them you’re off-limits."
"Daddy!" Y/N exclaimed, horrified. "What the hell?"
"What? They know what’s up. But if you ever wanted to go down that route, you’re grown."
Y/N stared at him in disbelief. "Wait… so I can make a move, but they can’t? Isn’t that messed up?"
Her dad just shrugged again. "It is what it is. But seriously, Aurélien’s dope. You two are more similar than you think."
He left the room with that parting comment, leaving Y/N to groan in frustration. Of course her dad liked Aurélien, while all she saw was an arrogant nuisance. Still, she reached into her pocket and felt the cool plastic of the AmEx.
"Well, screw it," she muttered. "At least I can buy some new shoes."
Grabbing her sneakers and car keys, Y/N headed downstairs, ready to burn a hole in her dad’s pockets at the shops. A little retail therapy couldn’t hurt, right?
TO BE CONTINUED....
#emjayewrites#aurelien tchouameni#aurelien tchouameni x black reader#aurelien tchouameni x black oc#real madrid fanfic#football imagine#football one shot#football fic#footballer x reader#footballer x black reader#puppy love
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Day 6, Very rare Best 8 fanart with Ocho
I haven't read the arc so I have no idea what this guy is like other than the fandom interpretation so sorry if I got him wrong ;;
The headphones look a bit wonky but I tried my best
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lemon hivemind is a salesman with weird things in his pocket and is a confusing mistake of God's hand
@noah-infinity and i were being so silly
#we also cant forget:#small ocho#large wire#headphones playing with ocho's tentacles#gloves being annoying to halfrim#etc etc
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consider ocho & headphones. headphones is generally considered the strongest of team blue, so i think it'd be fun if ocho sees her potential and tries to get her on his team :3 they're like yaoi to me
Today's Coroika Crack Ship Is!
Headphones and Ocho!
It's Friday, time for a requested ship!
We have here two headphone wearing main characters here with us today. Headphones is generally a nice person to be around, she just works well with just about anyone. I definitely see Ocho liking more than the rest of her team, not only because she is the best player on the team, but also she is one of the most sane people in the series. She's one of the few people that doesn't make Ocho want to grind a cheese grater on his head. I can see Ocho trying to get her to team up with him, while Headphones considers it, only because she wants to help Ocho be more of a team player and care for other people other than himself. Headphones could totally mellow Ocho out after being together for some time. But that can be said for any lone wolf characters lol. Regardless, I like the possible dynamic they could have. Thank you for your suggestion!
Wanna have you're crack ship called out? Just ask and by every Friday, I'll pick out one that interests me the most!
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Why aren't there affectionate nicknames made for people of color?
I mean we have things like "Blondie" for blondes, fire-related nicknames for people with red hair, things like "Cherry" or "Carrot Top" for gingers, and so on!
I propose we make it more equal. Some suggestions I have are "Nebula," "Moon," and "Night/Night Sky."
This post was inspired by me simping over Ocho, by the way.
Look at him and tell me that "Nebula" wouldn't be a good affectionate nickname for him. He looks like a nebula and I love it.
(For non-Coroika fans, Ocho is the one with the red headphones. I'm sure you could figure that out, but I wanted that to be clear.)
(Art source: An official manga cover, don't know which volume)
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An AU for the Coroika gang AND the promo kids gang!!
So who here's seen Shadows House???
yeah, i figured it's be nobody. Allow me to extremely badly explain the premise of this AU: Take two characters who look extremely similar if not the same, turn one of them into a literal living silhouette, and put them in a master-servant exploitation dynamic in a shady ass Victorian mansion with a shit ton of rules to follow. The Shadows, due to being pitch black, have Living Doll doubles that serve as their face, which means Dolls have to learn to act in perfect sync with their masters. and when I say pitch-black, i mean if you look at them head on they are a silhouette. it takes five minutes of the first episode for us to learn Kate has eyelashes and a nose because we don't get any side shots. there's a bunch of other details too but i'll go into that later.
Fun, right? Probably not for them, but Shadows House has such an original concept I can't help it. Splatoon has a LOT of characters that share similarities (a lot of promo kids get Coroika equivalents!) so this is a really fun AU for me to think about. Let me explain my thoughts, because if I have the time I'll write this out as a fic.
So, I explained the premise up there. But not everyone in Coroika has a double! So who's in the AU? Well, everybody- in a way.
First of all, we have our Shadow and Living Doll pairs. These are the characters with doubles- basically, everyone with a promo kid or Coroika equivalent- or similar, since there's an exception to that rule. For the characters that only have small gear differences (such as their shirt being different) I've counted them in, but if there's too many differences they won't show as a pair. (N-Pacer is in because I wanted more than one person from Team Emperor in, lmao.)
The Shadows are:
Goggles, Specs, Bobble, Headphones, Gloves, Half-Rim, Prince, N-Pacer, Hachi, Nana, Ocho, Mitsuami, Shady, 8-Bit, Barreleye, Shellmet and Hornmet. (if there's anyone else that bears extremely similar resemblance to a named promo kid, do tell please, I'll add them in.)
Their Living Dolls are, in the same order:
John, Rui, Mizuho, Kaori, Cuttlefrsh, Kensaki, Emperor, Tof-U, Steven, Patricia, Hiro, Veronika, Calamar, Anemone, Yarrwhal, Takotruck, and Stephanie.
Well. you might be asking, "hey Thespian, if it's a master-servant dynamic, why is Prince the Shadow and Emperor the Doll? Why is Mitsuami in control of Veronika and not the other way around?" well. that is extreme spoilers for the Shadows House plot, so I Shall Not Say. But, as you might've noticed, some of the characters put in Doll position are quite headstrong... so that dynamic will be rather fun to see. Which characters will be in perfect sync by their Debut, and which will have trouble matching up?
Oh, and an extra layer of Shadows House canon- if a Shadow and a Doll can't mesh well enough and don't put enough effort in getting to know each other, the Shadow dissolves and dies, and the Living Doll is forced to become a masked doll that does tasks around the mansion in absolute silence. Not like they're told that, but they're gonna wanna avoid it anyway.
What's a Debut, you ask? in short, a trial young Shadows undertake to prove their Doll is in sync enough with them to be let out of their rooms as a pair and interact with everyone else in the children's wing of the house. The adults wing is a whole nother can of worms that i am NOT opening unless someone actually wants me to.
ANyway, if anyone else is interested in that... well. talk to me about it!! i would gladly ramble! or push me to write the fic for it, haha.
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is this yaoi
#the world will never know#splatoon#coroika#ocho#headphones#coroika ocho#coroika headphones#headphones coroika#ocho coroika#my art#digital art#procreate pocket#no one will ever understand the complex innerworkings of my mind
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My HCs for the coroikas' favorite aesthetics bc I'm kind of one of those internet aesthetic weirdos
Goggles- Kidcore
Glasses- Frutiger Aero
Headphones- Holosexual
Bobble- Weirdcore
Gloves- Skater
Metry- Lovecore
Hachi- Dieselpunk
Rider- Biker
Army- Dark Academia
Aloha- Vaporwave
Mask- Emo
Skull- Punk
Emperor- Art Deco
Prince- Dreamcore
Eging Jr.- Synthwave
N-Pacer- Afro-Futurism
Laceless- Cottagecore
Vintage- Cyberpunk
Omega- Dark Nautical
Double- Grunge
Red- Pastel Goth
Fierce- Western
Jet- Steampunk
Justice- Abstract Tech
Hivemind- Minimalism
Mitsuami- Western
Tri-Sun- Vaporwave
Horn- Post-Apocalyptic
Shady- Scene
8-Bit- Casette Futurism
Barreleye- Atompunk
Shellmet- Campcore
Ocho- Imperial Aztec
Wire- Hip-Hop
#coroika#splatoonmanga#blue team#s5#best 8#x blood#guardians team#monarch team#coroika gloves#coroika metry#coroika hachi#headcanon
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bored and obsessed, RANDOM COROIKA HCS GO!!!! 😋✨✨✨✨
mitsuami is aroace
gloves is bi
aloha is the fruity guy who "has a wife and kids" (LIAR)
prince is trans he like me fr
mask is aromantic but not romance-negative
ocho is GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY
rider made emo bart simpson edits when he was 13
headphones is LESBIAN LESBIAN LESBIAN LESBIAN
red sole and omega are the x-blood's spongebob and squidward
hachi and nana are siblings
wireglasses is actually kinda chill when he's not battling
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The most popular new gear of Splatoon 3 Drizzle Season 2022.
So at the beginning of April I posted a google docs poll with all of the 100+ new gear pieces introduced at the launch of Splatoon 3, intending to follow up on it a week later. Unfortunately, it didn't get much traction, only having 92 responses as of the time of writing. This made me a bit sad, so I just kind of forgot about it. That said, 92 responses are still something to work with, so let's take a look at them!
As a reminder, the poll let you pick multiple answers for each category, which makes the percentages look a bit weird if you just look at them in a vacuum. So when I give numbers now, keep that in mind.
That said, let's start by looking at Headwear! This is by far the spikiest category, meaning this is the category where votes were the most split. That said, eking out the number one spot by just one vote is...
The Cephalo Pods! (29.3%)
And yeah, I get it. A lot of headwear is very large and cover up a lot of your character, and often changes colors in a way you can't control. So why bother with that when you can just put these bad boys on to keep your look clean and simple? Not to mention, you start with these. They're one of your very first gear pieces!
After the Pods we come to a shared second place, as both of these have exactly 28.3% of the votes, and I think they have some things in common with the Pods, too.
The Ocho OctoPhones and the Teddy Band!
Note that neither of these cover up your head. A bit of a trend with the most popular gear in the poll in general. Headphones have always been very popular, and with that bright red, the gold highlights, and that sleek 8-design, these were sure to be a hit. I'm not surprised to see the Teddy Band so high up either, how can you say no to something that adorable? (Also I have to imagine there is some effort justification at play, considering just what you need to do to get them...)
Also, quick shoutout to the third, fourth and fifth place, which are all just one vote apart!
The Howdy Hat (26.1%), Retro BluFocals (25%), and the Bream-Brim Cap! (23.9)
Now, let's move on to Clothes, which looks very different from Headwear in terms of how the votes are spread out. This is also by far the biggest category, so it's natural that the votes would be more evenly spread, but there are still a couple of clear favourites here, and none are more obvious than the number one, which is...
The Orca Bolero! (33.7%)
That's right, a whole third of all votes included the Orca Bolero. I can't say I am that surprised, though, Toni Kensa has been one of the most popular brands ever since their introduction in the second game. Their stark black-and-white aesthetic actually mixes really well with the bright ink colors on display in turf wars, and they pull on a lot of real-life fashion trends I think really resonate with a lot of Splatoon's audience.
In second place, we actually have another shared spot, but it's a pretty steep drop compared to the Orca Bolero, all the way down to 26.1% each.
The Annaki Choker Tee and the Patchwork Bomber!
Outside of the Pearlescent Hoodie, we don't get a lot of accessories in Splatoon, and I think this alone gives the Annaki Choker Tee a lot of appeal. The shirt itself isn't half bad either, with a slick Annaki logo over a really nice dusty red.
That said, I will admit I don't quite get the Patchwork Bomber. It's a real messy piece, mixing colors and materials in a way I can only describe as bold, but I have to imagine that's the point. If you voted for the Patchwork Bomber, please sound off in the comments! I'd love to hear why you like it so much.
Finally, let's take a look at Shoes! This is by far the most even category for the most part, but it has a couple of large standouts, including the single most popular gear piece in the entire season by an enormous margin...
The Punk Pinks! (50%)
That's right, fifty percent. Half of all votes in the shoes category included the Punk Pinks. And I don't blame anyone, honestly. This is a new version of maybe the single most popular shoe model in the entire series, and they're pink! These were a surefire hit, and the results show.
The second place is behind with a whole ten votes, but it still holds a dominant position of its own in the category with a whopping 39.1%:
The Pearl 01STERs!
These aren't my cup of tea, personally, but I absolutely understand why people like these. They're really big and bulky and overdesigned, and if you like that then these are perfect for you.
After that, there is an enormous drop, all the way down to 23.9% with the Red Hammertreads. These are just some cool punk boots, with leather straps all over. I'm honestly surprised we haven't gotten more of these yet, because with a name like "Red Hammertreads" it sure seems like they're setting it up.
And that's it for Drizzle Season 2022! Next up is Chill Season 2022, and we've not thankfully gotten to more manageable numbers of new apparel. So manageable in fact that going forward I can actually fit them into a tumblr poll, so stay tuned for that!
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