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sageinacage · 3 years

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hellohi i hope ur doing ok!! if requests r still open could u do tommy and tubbo giving ranboo soft teasy tks? they make me go :]

summary: ranboo didn't want to go to sleep and needed convincing to go to bed a/n: i'm genuinely SO sorry for how late this came out. there has been a lot of unexpected stuff coming up irl that has been overwhelming but i'm really sorry for how late this come out. also i'm not that happy with it but at least its something LOL also this is kinda a part 3 to the bench trio meetup fics warnings: swearing w/c: 1.1k IRL

“Run run run!”

“Why are people in movies so stupid?!”

“Mhmmm…”

It was around two in the morning, and the three friends were wide awake and watching an action movie. Well, almost all of them were wide awake. Ranboo was on the edge of falling asleep.

They were all sitting on a now-collapsed blanket and pillow fort and Ranboo was sitting in the middle of them, as both Tommy and Tubbo fought to sit next to him as he just radiated natural warmth.

“Ranboo, you should sleep if you’re tired!” Tubbo looked at his friend’s droopy eyes, head resting back on a pillow as he let out another whine. “Yeah, you look on the verge of death.” Tommy joked, Tubbo scoffing and reaching over to playfully hit Tommy’s arm.

“‘M not,” Ranboo tried to explain, his raspy voice giving away how tired he really was. “Yeah, totally believe you there, buddy.” Tubbo chuckled, shaking his head. They all sat back and continued to watch the movie, both Tommy and Tubbo leaning in at the higher-adrenaline scenes.

“Can he run any faster?!”

“He’s literally about to get caught!"

The two friends were yelling at the screen until they were both interrupted by a loud and exaggerated yawn from Ranboo. “Sleeeep!” Tommy urged, tucking another blanket around his friend, attempting to coax him into slumber.

“No!” A small muffled voice came from the pile of blankets, making them both giggle. “No? Are you sure you aren’t tired?” Tubbo gently pushed the blanket burrito next to him, Ranboo falling over to the side. “He just toppled over!” Tommy laughed, pushing Ranboo back up. “Up you go, now!”

They continued to watch the movie, though as time slowly ticked by, the boy in the middle kept on growing more and more tired- and made sure to let everyone in the room know. “Ranboo I swear if you scream yawn one more time-” He did it again.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“What’s up?"

“Do you think we should try to tire him out?”

“NO!” Ranboo grumbled, sinking down and curling up, instantly entailing what they meant by that. “Why? What’s wrong, Ranboo? We’re just trying to help out!” Tubbo sniggered, trying to unwrap the blankets that were protecting Ranboo, the other resisting and gripping the blankets with an iron grip. “No, you aren’t!”

Tommy gasped, forcing the blankets out of his friend’s grip and unwrapping him. “You did not just talk back! We are just being good friends! I think you need to go to sleep, you’re a little grumpy.” Ranboo let out a small whine as he squirmed nervously, butterflies continuing to erupt in his stomach. Was it always more flustering when you’re tired?!

“Awwww, is Ranboo a little gwumpyyyy?” Tubbo cooed, wagging a single finger over his waist, making little ‘tktktk’ noises on top of it. Ranboo’s hands instantly raised to his flushing cheeks, shaking his head with a small noise of embarrassment. “I think we need to convince him to go to sleep, right Tubbo?”

“N- nohoho!” Ranboo tittered quietly, squirming gently from Tubbo’s soft tickles continuing over his waist. Tommy definitely wasn’t the best at making someone go to bed since he’s more used to riling his friends up instead, but he wanted to try. He reached his hand over to barely wriggle it over the center of Ranboo’s belly, automatically making him curl in on himself.

“Are you curling up? N’awww, you’re so ticklish!” Tubbo teased, pushing Ranboo up to coax him to uncurl, his single finger wagging on his side turning into all of his nails fluttering up his ribs. “‘M nohohoat!” He protested, his giggles still soft and squeaky. “He’s not pushing us away, Tubbo? Does somebody like the tickles?” Tommy cooed, continuing to wiggle his fingers over the middle of his stomach, chuckling at the half-assed protests of his friend.

Ranboo shook his head, turning away to avoid eye contact with them. “No? Are you lying to us? Uh oh…” Tubbo sniggered, his light fluttering shooting down to go to his hips, circling his nails over the bone. “TuhuHUHUBO!” Ranboo’s hips bucked gently, falling back down onto the blankets and twisting side to side.

“Ranboo!” He playfully repeated, his free hand going to give the same treatment to his other hip bone, causing Ranboo’s laughter to rise an octave. “Awww, is your tickle spot a little sensitive, Ranboo?” Tommy chuckled, seeing his reaction to Tubbo’s tickles. Ranboo grumbled, shaking his head side to side as he squirmed.

“I think I need to pay more attention to riiiight here…” The blonde smirked before scuttling his hands down to spider in the backs of his knees. “NOHAHA- P- plehehease!” Ranboo squealed, but still trying not to bend his knees as all the gentle tickles genuinely felt nice.

“Please what? Please keep tickling you? Of course… but I think I wanna pay more attention to your cute lil’ ticklish tummy… don’tcha think that’s a good idea, Ranboo?” Tubbo giggled softly, snaking his hands underneath his friend’s shirt to graze his nails around his stomach. A loud whine tore through the room, followed by happy laughs and squeaks. “Aww, Tubbo, he likes it!” Tommy announced, raking his nails up and down the backs of Ranboo’s thighs agonizingly slow.

“I- I dohohon’t, I swehehar!” Ranboo rebuttals as he throws his arms over his face to hide his deep blush, not wanting to give away his already-obvious flusteredness. “I think that you doooo! You loooove this,” Tubbo sang, unexpectedly spidering his nails over the sides of Ranboo’s belly, the boy arching his back in surprise. “HEHEHEY!” Ranboo shrieked, his arms shooting down to weakly bat at Tubbo’s hands

“Hello!” Tubbo playfully replied, making Ranboo growl at him in response. “Is somebody still grumpy? Uh oh… you know what I gotta do now!” Tommy laughed, gently squeezing the muscle right above Ranboo’s kneecaps, making the boy kick out his legs. “TOHOMMEHEHEY!” He laughed out, trying to curl his knees in but unable to with Tommy’s grip on them.

As Ranboo was distracted by the tickles on his knees, Tubbo took that as a chance to catch him off guard and scribble his nails into his waist while he planted a raspberry over his belly. “OKAHAHAY! I’M TIHIHIRED!” Ranboo admitted, body going limp with all the tickles. “Finally, we can watch the movie without your whining.” Tommy joked, pulling a blanket over Ranboo.

“Mmmm, whatever…” He mumbled, curling in on himself. He somehow managed to fall asleep as his two friends continued to yell at the movie, continuing to sleep soundly in between them, as he never felt as content as he did.

#mcyt tickle #bench trio tickle #lee!ranboo #ler!tubbo #ler!tommy #my writing #again sorry for how late this was

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dahoomanprincess · 3 years

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Miraculous: Tales of Redbug & Kuro Neko

Chapter 1: Origins Pt. 1

3rd Person POV

beep beep beep beep

Luka groaned as he was woken up by the alarm, his sister's alarm. He rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of his bed. He noticed that the alarm was still ringing which meant that Juleka was still asleep, she was a deep sleep after all. He then looked over to her desk and saw the yellow sticky note with the words 'first day back at school :(' written in purple ink stuck to the mirror. Luka smiled, first days back at school were tough, luckily he had finished school the year before, and went over to Juleka's bed to try and wake he up.

He turned off her alarm which, still hadn't waked her up. "Juleka, wake up, it's time for school", Luka said while slowly shaking her, trying to wake her up, but it was no use. She had been sleeping and still remained sleeping. Luka noticed and did the only thing that he knew would wake her up. He removed the sheets from her and started dragging her off the bed by her legs.

That seemed to do the trick as she stirred and woke up. She took notice of what was going on and tried to move closer to the other edge of the bed; where her pillow was. "Luka stoooop, let me goooo, I wanna go back to sleeeep", Juleka whined as her older brother was still dragging her off the bed.

"Hmmm... how about... no.", Luka said, with a mischivious smile on his face. Juleka huffed and said, "okay, okay, I'm awake", which caused him to let her go. "Now what do you want?", she asked, annoyed at him for waking her up. "Come on Jules, it's your first day back at school!", Luka told her. "Oh how exciting", she sarcastically said, adding an eye roll too. "Can't you be a bit more excited?", he asked, knowing well that Juleka despised going to school, and most of all interacting with people that were out of her friend group. "No", she responded with a straight face.

"And why's that?", he asked, even though he already knew the answer. "Oh you know, homework, eventual exams, talking to people, getting asked to answer questions and there's a high chance that Chloè's going to be in my class again.", Juleka answered, playing with the hem of her pyjama shirt. "Three years in a row!? Is that even possible!?" "Everything's possible when it comes to Chloè, Luka, I thought that by now you'd know it.", she said, adding a huff at the end. Juleka hated Chloè, well practically everyone did apart from Sabrina, her 'slave'. "But isn't that the school's thing to decide in which class students go?", Luka asked again. Juleka just shrugged.

"She won't be in your class this year Jules, don't worry", he tried reassuring her. "She will", Juleka responded. "Won't" "Will" "Won't" "Will" "Won't" "Will". They continued like that until Luka decided to do something. "You know what, I'm so confident that she won't be in your class that I'm betting €20 on it." Juleka smiled and rolled her eyes before saying, "And I'm so sure that she will that I'm betting €20 AND the loser has to buy the winner anything of their choice" "Anything?" "Anything"

Luka smirked and said, "Well Juleka I hope that you thought this well because there is this new guitar that I've got my eyes set on..." She then smirked back and said, "Luka, I hope that you have enough money saved up because there is this nail art set that I have been saving up for too..." They looked in each other's eyes with a challenging look and then Luka held out his hand and said, "Deal?", by which Juleka responded by shaking his hand and saying "Deal".

~~~

beep beep bee-

Kagami hit the snooze button on her mobile for what felt like the millionth time that morning. Why couldn't she sleep till noon like all the others her age that she sees on social media do? She pulled the covers back on her and tried to continue sleeping in the warmth of her bed.

Why couldn't she go to normal school like everyone else instead of being homeschooled? She barely got any holidays as she had to be the best of the best according to her mother. Kagami did want to do good in school, she wasn't one to not care about her grades, but also a break once in a while would also be good. Many people would say that they would prefer to be homeschooled, but it wasn't the case for her.

She wanted to be normal; go to school, have some independence, ineteract with other people, make friends. That's what she wanted most of all; to have a friend. Sure she did go to fencing lessons, but nobody would talk to her. Everyone saw her as the formal, strict, cold fencer, but she wasn't at all like that.

Kagami just needed a chance where she could be herself.

knock knock

She huffed, there went her 'extra' sleeping time. She responded with a groggy "mhm?" and the door to her bedroom creakily opened. One of her mother's servants walked in, stood near the door and said, "Your mother is waiting for you in the dining room." Kagami just responded with a thumbs up while still laying down in bed. The servant nodded and left her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Kagami reluctantly got out of her warm bed and streched before seeing what she had first in the morning. "Fencing first", she thought while seeing her timetable for the day, "I can wear the uniform after having breakfast and shower after fencing. Mother won't know if I stayed in pjs for now anyways..." She wore her slippers and made her way downstairs to the dining room.

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Luka and Juleka were at the side of Françoise Dupont school, where students can park their bikes. Luka had gone with Juleka as he had been called to work at his part-time job in the morning that day.

"Do I have to go to school?", Juleka whined. Luka sighed and said, "Yes Jules, you have to if you want to succeed in life." She huffed and muttered something under her breath which he didn't hear. She then said, "If Chloè's in my class this year will be another bad one..." Luka smiled knowingly, he knew how Chloè makes everyone's lives a nightmare. "Well if she is in your class you will win the bet, and if she isn't you won't have to be bothered by her. It's a win-win situation in the end." "More like a lose-lose situation...", she muttered, but this time Luka had heard her.

"Aw come on Juleka- hey, isn't that Rose?", he started, but changed the topic when he saw Rose, Juleka's best friend (or maybe more) climb up the steps. Juleka looked at where her brother was looking, smiled and nodded. "Then go talk to her, and say to her from me!", he said. He had known Rose as during that summer him, Juleka, Rose and another student, Ivan, had started a rock band called Kitty Section. Juleka nodded and with a "bye Luka, love ya" she went off running. He responded by saying, "bye Jules, have a great day at school."

He then got on his bike and started biking to his workplace when he saw an old man slowly crossing the road while there was an oncoming car. Luka quickly got off his bike, ran to the man, grabbed his arm and took him to the other side of the road, on the sidewalk. "Are you okay sir?", Luka asked the old man whose life he had practically saved. "Yes young man, thank you for saving my life back there.", the old man replied, "I don't know how I can repay you for your act of kindness and for risking your life for me." "Don't worry sir, you don't have to give me anything.", Luka told him, smiling, "I have to go now, have a good day sir!" He crossed the road to get his bike and continued biking to his work.

The old man walked to a side road and took out a black, wooden, octagonal box with a strange Chinese symbol on it in red. He smiled and while looking at the box said, "Thank you very much, young man."

~~~

"We have arrived at your destination, Ms. Tsurugi.", the voice of Tatsu said as Kagami and her mother arrived at Mr. D'Argencourt's fencing academy. She went there three times a week for private lessons in the morning, plus her lessons with the other fencers in the afternoon. She usually went to her fencing lessons alone but since it was the start of a new term her mother had to pay Mr. D'Argencourt for the lessons.

"Tatsu, open the doors", Tomoe demanded. "Yes, Ms. Tsurugi", Tatsu replied and the car doors opened. Kagami went out and was about to head inside the building when she noticed an old man wearing a shirt with a Hawaiian print on the floor, trying to get his cane so he can get up. She cast a quick glance at her mother when an idea formed in her head.

She started jumping, as if she was trying to catch something that was flying away, while moving closer to the old man who was looking at her with a confused look. When she got near him, she quickly bent down, gave him his cane, whispered, "here you go sir" and helped him stand up. He smiled at her and she winked back before returning to her mother.

"Kagami! Where did you go?", her mother demanded. "I'm sorry mother, but a paper flew away and I went to retrieve it.", Kagami said, smiling slightly. Her mother's blindness did have its advantages at times. Not that she wanted her to be blind, but it made stuff like she just did easier. Tomoe just nodded and started walking inside. Kagami went after her, waving to the old man, who waved back, before she went in. After both of them went in, the old man got out another box, identical to the one before but with a different thing inside, and said, "Thank you very much, young lady" before walking away without the need of his cane.

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Luka was almost half-way to his job when the ground rumbled and he almost fell off his bike. He saw everyone's confused faces and then heard gun shots. He saw a lime green glow from a bit further away than he was and saw something rocky grow. Some people were taking out their phones to see what was happening and he did the same. He went on the news website and saw Mayor Bourgeois saying that all Parisians must stay home until the current situation was under control.

Then his mum called him and he answered. "Luka is everything alright?", Anarka said, with slight panick evident in her voice, "where are you? Are you already at work?" "I'm fine mum, and I still haven't arrived to work yet. I was about to head back home." Anarka breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, at least you're not hurt. I went out to do some grocery shopping but I'm staying here till everything's all under control. Now head home and call me when you arrive, 'kay? And try to call yer sister, she didn't answer when I called her." "Yes mum, I will, bye" "Bye Luka", she said, and then he hung up. He got on his bike again and started cycling back to the Liberty, taking the route where there wasn't this supervillain thing.

Kagami had just started her fencing lesson when the ground shook and she fell over, shocked. Her first thought was that there was an earthquake but then she heard a very deep voice, like how monsters sound in movies. It was as if Paris was suddenly being attacked by a monster, but she reminded herself that monsters only exist in fictional stories. Mr. D'Argencourt ran over to get his mobile and it was shown that Paris was indeed being attacked by some sort of supervillain.

Nah, she had to be dreaming. Maybe she had hit her head when she fell over from the earthquake. Yes, that had to be it. Kagami tried pinching herself to see if she actually was dreaming and it hurt so she wasn't dreaming. But then how was there a literal stone monster? Her thoughts were cut short when her mother demanded that she get her things quickly so that they return home immediately. That's what she did and then the two females were on their way back to their house.

Luka arrived to his house boat and immediately called Juleka. It wasn't unlike her to forget to charge her phone or not notice when someone was calling her but he was still worried. Fortunately, she picked up after a bit. "Yes?", she said with a whisper. "Juleka! Are you okay?", Luka said. "Yes, yes, we are hiding in the school so we don't get caught. But this rock monster took Mylene and Chloè with him. I don't mind him taking Chloè but not poor Mylene!", Juleka said. Luka heard a faint snicker from someone near Juleka when she said the Chloè part.

"Are at work or back at home?", she asked. "I cycled back home, do you maybe have any idea on what has happened?", Luka said, wondering what Juleka was referring to when she said monster. "I might have", she replied, "Kim was picking on Ivan about I don't know what-" "Our drummer Ivan?" "Yes, that Ivan, he is in my class. Anyways, then Ms. Bustier sent him to the principal's office and then a giant stone monster thing with Ivan's voice ripped our class wall apart and took Mylene and Chloè since Kim disappeared somewhere." "So you're saying that Ivan got turned into some kind of monster!?", Luka exclaimed. "Yes, but I have no clue how. Maybe he will explain after he turns back to normal.", she calmly said. Juleka had always been a fan of horror movies so she loved these kind of things. "Maybe. Oh, and mum told me to tell you to call her. Tell her that I am safely home, will you?" She said that she will, and after they said their goodbyes Juleka hung up.

Meanwhile, Kagami had arrived home, luckily not attracting the attention of the thing that was outside. She asked her mother if she could go to her room and Tomoe nodded. Kagami removed her shoes and placed them besides the door before running upstairs to her room. She switched on the television and found a channel where the news was being broadcasted to try to understand what on earth was going on.

She rewinded the news a bit to when they started. "As incredible as it seems, it's been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a supervillain. The police have been struggling to keep the situation under control." Nadja Chamack said. "Be confident, the strong arm of the law will come crashing down on the...", Officer Roger said as he tried lifting an arm that was in cast, probably broken. "... I mean the other arm", he continued, wincing after lifting his injured arm.

Kagami got up from the sofa to go change when she noticed an unfamiliar wooden octagonal box on her desk. Luka had also noticed a similar box on his bed when he had walked in his and Juleka's room. They both picked it up at the same time and said, "Huh? What's this doing here?", before they opened them.

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wannabeotakuwritings · 3 years

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Early Mornings

Pairings: Gojo x G/N reader

Prompt/Idea: Reader trying to get Gojo out of bed, so he's not late. Like always

Warnings: Literally can't think of anything except for the fact Microsoft word was my proof reader.

Genre type thing: Fluff

Word count: 764 words

Note: I totally didn't just decide to write a whole ass fanfiction cause I'm bored. I also put the rest of it under the cut to make potential home pages/search pages more accessible or easier to navigate...

I don't own Gojo if I did I wouldn't be here right now.

Art is mine so please don't use it without permission.

The early morning sun rays are usually enough to wake you up in the mornings but today it was the birds chirping on the edge of the balcony connected to your shared apartment that did it today. After lightly tossing and turning for who knows how long, with a quiet whine you finally accept that sleep unfortunately is not an option anymore, you lightly open your eyes blinking to get used to the sudden intrusion of the early morning sun.

As your eyes adjust you move your limbs to start to stretch when you suddenly tap against a soft object, you move to turn you head to the side as you look you see your boyfriend Satoru. You take a second to admire him during the one of the only times that he is not goofing around, being an idiot or just Satoru being Satoru. His chest slowly rising with each slow breath, his body shifting ever so slightly while fast asleep, his hair tousled and his eyes bare without his usual blindfold.

But peace cannot last forever, you flip over onto your other side so that you can look at you side table to see how long you have to laze around before you and Satoru are supposed to go into work. The clock says that it is 7 o’clock meaning that you should probably get up so that you can shower and eat breakfast before going to deal with whatever curse has manifested today, as you start to awaken more and more you realize that the idiot asleep next to you had a meeting at the Kyoto school at 7 o’clock. At first you sit there for a moment contemplating if it is even worth it to wake him up and that if he is late AGAIN for the 3rd time this week maybe this time, he might finally learn his lesson.

You realize that you are dealing with the ever non caring, slightly arrogant Satoru, and that this is one lesson he may never learn, you decide that the best course of action would be to wake him up as dangerous as that has proved to be in past experiences. You sit up sure of your plan turn to the side as start to gently shake him knowing that it will with no doubt wake him up because of his superhuman awareness, you where sure even your tossing and turning may have woken him up but he does not even slightly stir with your gentle shaking. You decide to take it up a notch and shake him harder knowing that he is already late for his meeting.

“Y/n-chaaaannnn lemmeeee sleeeep” whined Satoru in a slightly raspy morning voice, “Satoru you are already late for a meeting for the 3rd time this week you NEED to get up” replied y/n while getting out of bed. “Meetings can wait y/n-chaann, I’d rather sleep in with youuu.” Argued Satoru while grabbing your waist and pulling you back into bed, then pulling you flush against him to cuddle instead of attending the meeting he was already late for. You attempt to wiggle out of his vice-grip of a hold but it is no use, after all he is the worlds strongest sorcerer for a reason. Satoru lies there chuckling at your weak attempts to escape his hold.

You know that you are fully awake you are more then aware of how fast your time is ticking away, you have to get up now so that you are not late, you suddenly have an amazing idea and decide that you must do the unthinkable in order to escape his hold. “satoooruuu my arm hurts can I take it out” y/n whines, “of course looovee, but first a kissss” Satoru replies while awaiting his kiss impatiently. Giving in you give him a kiss then he holds true to his statement and allows you to free your poor arm.

With your arm free you decide that now is the perfect time to put your plan into motion, you lift up your arm pretending to be adjusting then suddenly you smack Satoru upside the head then quickly hop out of bed moving quickly to go shower then get ready for work, While Satoru sits there dumbfounded at the fact that you did not wanna cuddle Wasn’t even fazed by the smack lol, before getting out of bed and deciding to actually show up at that meeting despite the fact he's already a good thirty minutes late.

~END!~

Welp my first fanfiction is all done! I probably shouldn't make this a continuous thing.

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themurphyzone · 4 years

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PatB Ficlet: Of BBQ Sauce and Moist Towelettes

Summary: In which Pinky shouldn’t eat mac and cheese and a full slab of ribs in front of rich businessmen because it tends to ruin world domination and sleeping plans.

The plan bombed because Brain had paid too much attention to the golden twinkle of expensive watches and not enough to what his companion ordered on the menu.

The steakhouse had been an upgrade from the last overpriced establishment they’d been to. There were pictures on the menu and pronounceable words for Pinky’s simple mind. The mac and cheese was neither stringy nor runny.

Unfortunately, a full slab of barbecue ribs accompanied the mac and cheese and Brain didn’t notice until the dish was plopped right in front of Pinky. And even a sociable mouse slathered head to toe in BBQ sauce couldn’t charm the Armani pants off snobby Wall Street businessmen forced to do trade with middle class riff-raff. So the plan to stop their watches from working was a failure before he could launch the next three phases that would’ve ensured his successful conquest of Earth.

(Was consuming an entire warthog and letting your unconscious cagemate see its carcass considered a more or less offensive faux pas than eating messy finger food at an important dinner?)

At least the restaurant had provided Pinky with a 12-pack of moist towelettes for their walk of shame to the lab. He refused to let Pinky clean himself with more instinctual methods.

Moist towelettes did nothing to get rid of the BBQ sauce’s savory scent though. It was appropriate for the dinner table, but definitely not for the bed, and especially not in a shared bed.

However, none of that occurred to Pinky, who was attempting to clamber over Brain to his side of the sponge. Why he couldn’t take the path of least resistance was anyone’s guess, but it wasn’t like Brain was gonna allow him into the bed while his olfactory sense was being assaulted.

“Either wash up with soap and water or sleep on the straw, Pinky,” Brain grumbled, pressing his foot into Pinky’s stomach and shoving him off.

“Bu’ I wanna sleeeep, Braaaaain,” Pinky drawled, undeterred by Brain’s refusal. His bright eyes were unusually clouded and drooping from exhaustion. Brain watched Pinky’s limbs instead, combating them with well-timed pushes and kicks.

If Pinky could enunciate his vowels, then he could go take a bath.

“No. You’re sleeping on the straw and that’s final.”

“That’s na fair. Narrrrf….”

“Life’s not fair. Get used to it.” Brain turned onto his stomach with a muffled thump and buried his face into the spongy material underneath. Pinky wouldn’t take the hint, but that’s what wishful thinking was for.

A warm, squirming weight landed on Brain and drove all the breath from his lungs. “Then I’ll make it fair with funnel cake and swirly chairs and Ferris coasters and nacho cheese…can’t forget the nacho cheese, Brain…” he rambled, trailing off into incoherency.

“Heavens, what we will do without the nacho cheese?” Brain muttered once he could breathe again.

“’Xactly…”

Brain slowly pushed himself up to get Pinky off his back, only to flop down again with tired, resigned acceptance when Pinky slid partially towards his side of the bed. He wasn’t getting rid of the ridiculous BBQ-scented lump above him tonight.

But Pinky was definitely washing himself and the sheets in the morning.

AN: This came from one of those pre-sleep late night thoughts. Somehow an entire conversation was born.

#pinky and the brain #patb fanfiction #ficlet

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im-fairly-whitty · 5 years

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The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

[Arc 1]

Arc 2: [Together] [A Talk] [The Visit] [Time] [Shot] [Dropping In]

Chapter 7: Penultimate

When Hector had said he was going to breakfast with his mother, Imelda had been perfectly happy to postpone her Saturday’s plans to keep an eye on Miguel for the morning. But as morning turned into afternoon Imelda began to be annoyed, and as afternoon turned to evening without even an explanatory text from Hector, Imelda was beginning to panic.

Which was ridiculous, Hector was a grown man with his adult mother catching up after years of not seeing each other. Honestly, she should have expected his visit to go longer than they’d anticipated.

But she still couldn’t shake her growing anxiety as the sun set, leaving her alone in her apartment with only Miguel and her unanswered texts on her phone.

“Is Tio Hector ever coming back?” Miguel huffed, pulling his blanket tighter and looking up at Imelda from where he was leaned against her side, both of them on her couch watching yet another episode of El Tigre, having moved to her apartment around lunchtime, “Did Tia Mari kidnap him or something? We were supposed to go see a movie today, Tio Hector promised.”

“Si, I know, but Hector hasn’t seen his mamá in a very long time, I’m sure they’ve just lost track of things.” Imelda said, ruffling Miguel’s hair but only getting a grumpy sigh in reply, “In fact,” Imelda said, checking the time on her phone yet again and keeping her voice light despite the grim feeling she got from seeing the time, “it’s way past your bedtime, even for a Saturday.”

“I don’t waaaant to sleeeep.” Miguel complained, slumping across her lap with a moan, his voice muffled in the thick blanket wrapped around him, “We don’t even have school tomorrow, can’t I stay up until Tio Hector’s home?”

“If I had any idea when that would be I might say yes,” Imelda said, her own annoyance with Hector starting to show, “but as it stands that might mean letting you stay up forever, and I can’t risk it.”

Miguel struggled and twisted in his blanket to look up at her, his eyes wide, “He is coming back right?” he asked, his voice that wavering tone that kids always got when they weren’t sure if an adult was really joking or not.

“Of course he is.” Imelda chided, hefting him up off her lap so she could stand, “Don’t be silly, he’ll probably walk in as soon as you’re in bed.”

“Sorry...I just, I know Tia Mari leaves for years sometimes...” Miguel said, sounding embarrassed as he struggled to untangle himself from the blanket. “Can I at least sleep here tonight?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Imelda said, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that had just come over her, picking up the remote to shut off the TV instead, “Do you want any more blankets?”

“No gracias.” Miguel said, pulling one of the throw pillows toward him and tugging the blanket up, only pausing to let Pepita hop up and curl up by his side.

Imelda hesitated, she really should get him to brush his teeth, but both of them were still in their pajamas from the morning anyway and she’d really rather find out where Hector had gotten to.

“Goodnight, Miguel.” Imelda said, flipping off the living room lights, leaving the kitchen lights on for him.

“Goodnight!”

Imelda pulled out her phone as she walked down the hallway, passing her bedroom door and opting for her front step instead, closing the apartment door behind her and sitting at the top of the outside stairs, the night air brushing past her.

It had been twelve hours without a single response from Hector, the sun had set and they’d had plans that day that had gone un-rescheduled, worrying about him was completely justified at this point, right?

Imelda unconsciously fiddled with her necklace’s pendant as she scrolled through her phone. Sending Hector yet another text or trying to call him again wouldn’t do much at this point, but...maybe...

She sighed, pulling up Ernesto’s number in her phone before she could change her mind.

This is Imelda, have you heard from Hector at all today? I haven’t been able to contact him since he left this morning.

She hit send, chewing on her lip as she rested her chin in her hand. She hadn’t talked to Ernesto in weeks, and from what she could tell he and Hector had been on thin ice for months now. She’d been unable to get Hector to talk about it at all beyond a quick unconvincing shrug and a “he’s just like that sometimes”.

She looked down as her phone vibrated.

Welcome to Mari. Where do you think Hector gets his unreliable idiocy from?

Imelda bristled, nearly shutting her phone off as another text pinged in.

Good luck having that thing as a mother-in-law btw, she’s been making him miserable our entire lives and he STILL rolls over for her whenever she appears.

The sick feeling in Imelda’s stomach intensified. Aside from apparently knowing about the engagement, as snarky as Ernesto was being he was also putting her fears into words and she knew it. What little she’d heard about Mari had been anything but confidence inspiring, making her sound more like an obstacle Hector had been trying to overcome his entire life, not like someone that could make things any better by her return.

And as much as she and Ernesto hated the sight of each other, he was the one who had grown up with Hector, he probably knew Mari as well as Hector did.

Imelda started typing a reply, discarding half a dozen much sharper options before settling on Please let me know if you hear from him.

She sighed, pressing her thumb against her eyebrow. Hector has come in late without telling her before, he’d gone a whole day without texting her before. But it had been so long since he’d done that, she’d thought he’d gotten better than that, that he’d-

“Getting some fresh air, diosa?”

Imelda jumped, looking up to see Hector climbing up the stairway to her.

“Where have you been?” she asked, shoving her phone in her pocket and getting to her feet as he reached her.

“Everywhere, it feels like,” Hector said, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her. As he pulled back Imelda could see how exhausted he looked under his smile, “I’m so sorry I was out so long Imelda, I-”

“Why didn’t you text me back?” Imelda asked, consciously reigning in her anger and keeping her voice down. As much as part of her wanted to give in to his obvious desire to relax together, she couldn’t help the hurt and anxious feeling still roiling inside her. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconnect with your mother, but we had plans today, I had things I needed to get done.”

“I left my phone at home, I didn’t even realize it was gone until after lunch.” Hector said, grimacing as he took her hands, “And then before I knew it, it was already dark. I’m really sorry for worrying you, it’s just, I haven’t seen my mother in so long, and she was so excited for me to take her all over the city.”

Imelda sighed, sitting down on the step again, leaving room for Hector to sit beside her. “So what was it that you two did all day then?” She asked, trying to let her annoyance drop. This was an extenuating circumstance, it would be unfair to stay upset about it. And besides, he was safe, which was what really mattered.

“Well, we did go to breakfast,” Hector said, sounding relieved as he sat down beside her, “then we talked for a long time...after that she wanted to see the school so we went there. Then she wanted me to take her around the city, then we dropped in on some of her friends, then we went to a performance at a bar she’d heard about.” Hector rubbed his face tiredly, “I think that was everything, she’s got an incredible amount of energy, I’ll give her that.”

“Did...you have a good time?” Imelda asked, looking over at him.

“Of course!” Hector said, quickly pulling his smile back on, “She’s my mother, it was amazing to spend a whole day with her, there’s so much I’ve missed out knowing about her.”

It took every bit of Imelda’s self-control to keep from correcting him, that Mari was the one who had missed out on him.

“Well, it sounds like you could use some rest.” Imelda said, moving to get up again, but Hector caught her hand.

“I, uh, actually I wanted to talk to you about something.” Hector said quickly, the anxious tone in his voice putting Imelda on edge as she slowly sat back down. Hector kept ahold of her hand, idly stroking it as he continued, “So, this morning, when we were at breakfast, my mother was talking about an opportunity she has for me and Ernesto.”

“Oh?” Imelda said, only years of professional experience keeping her voice level.

“Sí,” Hector said, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, “she has a lot of connections in the music world, and she has a friend who’s an agent with a recording label that Ernesto’s been trying to get in with for ages. We’ll still have to go through some hoops to get it, but this could be the big break that we’ve been looking for.”

What?

Imelda blinked, completely blindsided. She hadn’t even heard him talk about Ernesto’s channel in months.

“You’re still doing music with Ernesto?” she asked slowly, “I didn’t know that, you haven’t mentioned it in ages.”

“Of course I am! I mean, we’ve both put so much work into it for years, I’ve just been really busy the last few months with other things,” Hector glanced up at her for a moment with a smile before looking down again, “I can’t just throw all that work away...and if this panned out, then it could end up being a lot more lucrative than teaching.”

Imelda stiffened, “You’re...quitting your job?” She said, feeling a bit like she’d slipped off the top step.

“No! I mean, not yet, I’m just thinking ahead!” Hector said hurriedly, no doubt seeing the look on her face, “I mean, Imelda, when we’re married I want to be able to provide for our family, and if I got back to working with Ernesto on music full-time and traveling then I could make plenty of money for us. We could push back the wedding a few more months, maybe until next year so that when we do officially get married we-”

“Hector, what are you talking about?” Imelda asked, staring at him, pulling her hand away from his, “This is a huge change in plans, you’ve never even mentioned a possibility like this. You’re talking about being on the road performing with Ernesto for a living?”

“Look, I know it’s a little out of the blue,” Hector said, swallowing, “but I’d probably only have to travel for the first couple of years, and then when we settle down you and Miguel and, well, any other kids that might come along will have everything they could ever want.”

“Years?” Imelda said, staring at him in shock, “Hector, if you’re out traveling for years then what’s even the point of getting married?”

Hector sat back, looking like he’d just been slapped. The fragile stunned look on his face made Imelda’s stomach twist.

“Hector, no,” Imelda said, reaching for his hand again, “I don’t mean it like that, I’m just, I don’t know why your mother coming into town is suddenly changing everything.”

“It’s not, I just, I just want to make sure that you don’t regret this.” Hector said, the unsteady tone in his voice making Imelda panic, “This could be my chance to make sure everyone’s happy, I’ll get to spend more time with my mother, Ernesto and I will get to accomplish everything we’ve worked so hard for, and I’ll be able to give you the kind of life you deserve.”

Imelda felt disoriented at the extreme emotional charge in Hector’s voice as he leaned in intently, holding her hand tight, as if she’d boarded a bus going the opposite direction of what she’d wanted. She had no idea why he was so suddenly intent on being able to provide, or why he sounded like he was being backed into a corner, or why it looked like he was going to cry under the strain of some unseen weight. Maybe it was the strain of being engaged? Maybe it had something to do with something his mother had said?

All she knew for sure was that she had the distinct feeling that another wrong move on her part could do all kinds of damage, and she had no idea what that wrong move might even be.

“That’s...great, Hector.” Imelda said, pulling on a smile that she hoped would hide her confusion and worry, “Let’s both get some rest, alright? We can keep talking in the morning.”

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, I know I havn’t-” Hector started, looking like he was starting to panic as they got to their feet.

“Hector.” Imelda said gently but firmly as she took both his hands, “You’ve had a long day. We’ll keep talking about it in the morning, alright?”

Maybe by then she’d be able to figure out what to say without scaring him again.

“Alright.” Hector said with a smile, but his shoulders slumped a little.

“Miguel is asleep on my couch,” Imelda said, hugging him, “you’re more than welcome to stay over too if you’d like.”

“That...sounds really good.” Hector said, finally relaxing a little into the hug as he kissed the top of her head.

“You go on, I’ll come in a minute.” Imelda said, giving him a quick kiss before releasing him from the hug.

“Alright.” Hector said, tiredly kissing her cheek before turning to walk to her apartment, quietly letting himself in and closing the door behind him.

Imelda’s smile dropped away as soon as he was gone. She sat back on on the step with a tired whine, holding her head as she stared at the steps below.

Traveling with Ernesto? Quitting his job at the school to pick up a full-time career in music? Rerouting his entire life on the whim of a mother who had dropped into his life unannounced after years of silence?

The worst part was that she couldn’t even put her finger on why exactly the whole mess made her feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it was the suddenness. Maybe it was the fact that it revolved so heavily around two people she didn’t trust. Maybe it was the fact that Hector would be gone so much if his career really were to take off like he seemed to think it might.

But...could she really say no?

She’d spent months learning to let herself trust Hector, to really trust him with everything from their work lives to their home lives and everything in between. She’d had to consciously keep herself from controlling everything again and now it felt natural to let him steer their lives too.

And if this is what he really wanted, if he really wanted to pursue his childhood dream, one that could provide well for their family, could she really put her foot down over some abstract discomfort she couldn’t quite pin down? Being from a military family would make a spouse’s absence for work much easier for her to cope with than most other women...but she’d so hoped that particular challenge wouldn’t be part of her married life...

Imelda grit her teeth, rubbing her forehead hard. It felt like she was trying to do a puzzle with half the pieces and she hated it.

She stared up at the night sky. All she could do was hope beyond hope that the morning would bring some kind of badly needed clarity to her thoughts.

***

Ernesto, I’m REALLY sorry about this morning...I’ve been thinking about what you said and I think you’re right. On SOME things. My mother has a connection with Alex Hernandez at Discos Phenix she wants to set us up with, and I think this could really be our chance to get everything you’ve wanted, we can start over. My mamá says we’ve really got something special, that we can’t break up now. Give me a call when you’ve got a minute. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight.

Ernesto didn’t need to read the text again, it had already seared itself into his mind word for word. He’d thought it was a third text from Imelda, but the prickly relief he’d felt at seeing Hector’s name on his screen had died as soon as he’d read his text.

That monster, that she-demon of a mother had turned his head right around. Promising Hector fame and success that she clearly wanted to hitch a ride on, taking advantage of his talent because she didn’t have a bit of her own in her own tastelessly dressed body. And the fact that Hector would jump so eagerly for her too, so starved for her approval, even when he should have kicked her to the curb years ago for the way she treated him.

Ernesto knew Hector didn’t want that, the kind of life Mari was corraling him into would take him away from his precious teaching job, away from his fiancee and even the kid he’d fought so hard for.

Ernesto rubbed his eyes, an unopened bottle of freshly purchased tequila gripped in his other hand as he sat on the hood of his car, parked near the liquor store he’d promised himself he’d never go to again. At least not when he was upset.

Meaning he was very much breaking his promise now.

He dragged his hand down his face as he looked at the pavement, feeling like his grip on the bottle would shatter the glass at any moment.

Because this should be everything he’d wanted. Hector agreeing to come back, being willing to give up time to work together again for their music career, getting away from Imelda for weeks at a time. They’d finally be going back to the good days when it had only been the two of them and music on the road together.

But Ernesto could see that was a lie. He had to believe that he’d been smart enough to know that before Mari had gotten involved, and that only made it worse. Because it meant he’d been lying to himself too.

He knew how badly Hector tried to please people, and if his mother appearing had cranked up the pressure enough to break him then Ernesto knew perfectly well that his own performance that morning had done nothing but help her, a thought that twisted his stomach. Hector would only be giving in to a plan like this if he felt like he had no other choice.

If Ernesto went along with it he already knew what would happen, how could he not after knowing Hector so long? Hector would be dedicated at first, they’d make fantastic progress.

They’d start traveling, the marriage would keep getting postponed, when it finally happened Imelda would be resentful of how long it had taken. The longer they were gone the more lackluster Hector would become, the more Mari got involved the more Ernesto would hate it.

And the kid, Miguel, he’d probably end up growing up with an adopted father who was as absent as Hector’s mother had been. And Imelda was probably completely blindsided by all this too.

Ernesto grit his teeth.

None of that mattered to him.

He could make it work, he’d pulled Hector out of slumps before and he’d do it again, once the money started rolling in Hector would see it was worth it anyway to keep his family afloat. Miguel would be fine with an absent father, heavens knew it was miles better than Ernesto’s father had been anyway. No one ever got what they wanted just by waiting, you had to reach out and take it, sacrifices had to be made. And if this was what Hector wanted to do then who was Ernesto to stop him?

Ernesto stared at the bottle in his hand.

When he’d bought it he hadn’t noticed that it was his father’s favorite brand.

Ernesto took a deep breath as he got off the hood of his car, nearly biting through his own lip as he turned and growled, hurled the bottle as hard as he could against the asphalt. The shattering noise was enough to make a group of teens across the parking lot jump and turn to stare at him, but Ernesto didn’t care. Let them stare at the shards of glass and alcohol all over his shoes and the cuffs of his pants. Let them see what a pathetic man looked like.

Ernesto’s hand shook slightly as he pulled his phone out, but his face was perfectly emotionless as he pulled up Carlos’ number.

Coming to crash at your place again. Might be there for a while if that’s alright.

Carlos’ reply was immediate.

What did you do this time?

I’m moving out. For good.

Ernesto took a deep breath as he dialed Imelda’s number before Carlos’ inevitable flurry of texts came. Getting away from Hector would be the first step to making things right, but if things were going to go the way they should then Hector’s fiancée was going to have to know exactly what damage she was dealing with. Both from Mari, and from him.

He still grimaced anyway as Imelda picked up.

“Hector’s already come home, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” said Imelda’s crisp voice from the other end of the line.

“I’m about to tell you everything you need to know to fix this,” said Ernesto, not bothering to shake the glass off his shoes before getting into his car, which he already knew he’d regret later, “and you’re not going to like most of it and you’re probably going to hate me even more, but please know that the feeling is mutual and that you’re our only shot at keeping Hector from being miserable for the rest of his life. ¿Comprende?”

There was a long moment of silence.

“He told you about the music deal Mari’s offering?” Imelda finally asked, her voice as icy and professional as his, “It’s exactly what you’ve been wanting isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Ernesto said, starting the car. It was a good thing so much of his stuff was already at Carlos’ from when he was camped out there after the concert-gone-wrong, he wouldn’t have to stop by the apartment, “And I’m going to tell you, in detail, exactly why Hector should turn the offer down.”

***

Of all the things Imelda had been prepared to hear Ernesto say, that had not been one of them.

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, reflexively checking her phone, as if it had somehow been the source of confusion.

“First of all, Hector’s mother is a talentless, self-serving leech,” Ernesto said, ignoring her, “the deal itself may be good, but if she’s the one trying to rope Hector into it it’s not going to be because she loves him and wants to spend more time with him, it’s going to be because she thinks she can hang on his coattails to get some success herself. She’s never once shown real interest in him as a person our entire lives, and she has no reason to start now. He’ll think he’s reconnecting with her but she’s just using him.”

“Ernesto, I don’t think-” Imelda started.

“Second, Hector loves you.” Ernesto said, surprising her into silence, “If I take this deal I have nothing to lose, but if Hector takes it he’ll be stuck traveling with me for years. He’ll pretend he’s alright with it for as long as he can, because that’s what he does when he’s miserable, you’ve seen it, but the longer he’s away from you the worse he’ll be. His music will get worse, and his relationship with you will get worse, and he’ll start hating me for it and I’ll hate him back. I’d give it two years tops before everything is in shambles, unless one of the three of us dies along the way.”

Ernesto paused, as if waiting for her to push back, but Imelda stayed silent.

“Third,” Ernesto said, his voice getting harder, as if pushing through something distasteful, “I’ve...been pressuring him into something like this for a long time, so he’ll think he has no choice with his mother ganging up on him too, but he does. This morning we had a long talk where...I made him question if he was ready to be married with a kid at all, so...if he’s acting shaky about that it’s not your fault...it’s mine.”

“What?” Imelda said, gripping her phone.

“For the record, I still hate you for the way you treated him the first time around.” Ernesto said, his voice sounding sharp but tired, “But this time...I’m part of the problem, and hanging around is only going to make things worse. I’m leaving town to stay with a friend from now on. Whatever choice you and Hector make is up to you, I’m not going to contact Hector for a long time. We...both need some space.”

Imelda had wanted Ernesto to just leave for so long, but she had never pictured it going like this. The whole conversation was making her feel disoriented.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, the only fully formed question she could manage.

“Because Hector deserves to get what he wants.” there was a tired sigh, “And...that doesn’t involve me anymore.” Ernesto said, “But that means you’re the one who has to look after him, got it? You’d better keep Mari off of him or she’ll eat him alive. And...congratulations on your engagement. You’d better take good care of him. He’d do anything for you, you know that right?”

“Yes. I do. Thank you.” Imelda said, oddly grasping at what might possibly be the correct response to a congratulations-threat like that. She was having strange flashbacks to a certain conversation with Elena back in Santa Cecilia.

“Well. Good luck.” Ernesto said, sounding a little unsure now that they’d arrived at what seemed to be all he’d wanted to say.

“You too.” said Imelda said, just as unsure as he was.

There was a long moment of silence, then a flat buzzing sound indicated that the call had been ended.

Imelda sat staring at her phone for a long minute, quietly processing what had just happened. That was perhaps the longest conversation she’d ever had with Ernesto, and she had no idea how she felt about it. It certainly hadn’t been friendly, but it hadn’t exactly been hostile either. Maybe just...pained?

Imelda stood, pocketing her phone as she turned to her apartment door. Exactly what she thought about Ernesto’s call would have to be decided later, for now it would have to filed away under Confusing Emotions to Unravel Later. The only thing she knew for certain at that moment was that Ernesto had given her invaluable information when he didn’t have to, and she wasn’t going to turn down that kind of help, no matter the source.

Imelda was quiet as she entered her apartment and made her way down the hall, only stopping to briefly check on Miguel, who was fast asleep on the couch. When she let herself into her bedroom she was sure Hector would already be asleep, but saw that he was laying in bed staring at the wall instead.

“Are you alright?” he whispered, looking over as she came in, “I was starting to worry.”

“I’m fine,” she said quietly, slipping off her flats and pulling her hair out of her ponytail as she sat on the edge of the bed, “Ernesto called, we had a chat.”

“What?” Hector sat up, something like panic in his voice, “Why did he call you? I told him to leave you alone.”

“It’s all right, Hector.” Imelda said, kissing his cheek as he joined her at the side of the bed, “He told me about your talk this morning.”

“But- why-?” Hector started, but Imelda took his hand, giving him a look that made him quiet.

“Ernesto told me that he’s decided to leave town.” Imelda said, keeping careful eye contact, “He’s decided to move out, he said he doesn’t want to be around to force your decisions anymore.”

“But...the music deal.” Hector said, looking entirely perplexed, “It’s what he wanted.”

“I think it’s still what he wants, but the question is whether you want it.” Imelda said.

Hector swallowed, looking down at their hands, “I want to make everyone happy, and I want to be able to provide for our family. If this music deal is what will be the best for everyone then I’ll happily do it, I don’t mind.” he looked up at her, “But...you don’t want me to take it?”

It would be so easy to just take control now and make the decision for both of them, like when she’d mandated every bit of their first relationship, or how she took control at work as his boss. She could easily repeat the long, detailed list of reasons Ernesto had given her to convince Hector not to do this. But that wasn’t how she wanted to start the rest of their lives together.

“Hector,” she said, putting a hand to the side of his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek, “you spend so much of your time thinking about others. It’s one of the reasons I love you. I also love you because you always make the best of whatever situation you’re placed in, no matter how tough it is. You always find the brighter side of things, and you always work so hard to reach your goals.”

She looked into his eyes, “That’s why I’m not at all worried about marrying you. I know that no matter what happens, we’ll do just fine if we work together. If you want to pursue this or whether you want to keep teaching I’ll support you, but I want you to choose what will make you happy, I don’t want you to choose based on what you think will make others happy. Not me, not your mother, not Ernesto. If you can see yourself genuinely being happy with your choice down the road then that’s what we’ll do.”

Hector watched her for a long moment in the dark room, lit only by the streetlamp light filtering through the curtains.

“But...what do you want?” he asked, sounding a little sheepish.

“I want you to be happy and fulfilled.” Imelda said gently, kissing his jaw as she put a hand on his chest, “That’s what I want. I trust you.”

“This would be a lot easier if you just told me what to do.” Hector said, resting his forehead against hers, a weak smile in his voice.

In response Imelda just kissed him, not the quick kiss she had given him outside, but a real kind of kiss that got him to pull her closer.

“I think we should both get some sleep.” Imelda said softly, running her fingers through his hair, “You’re exhausted.”

“Alright.” Hector said, his eyes still closed as he gently kissed her neck, “I’m sorry for today.”

Imelda shushed him, pulling him to lay down beside her and pulling the blanket up over them both as she curled up against him.

Tomorrow would doubtlessly bring it own concerns and issues, Hector would still need to decide what it was that he really wanted, but for now Imelda had to trust that he would make the right choice.

And make sure that Hector knew that whatever it was, that she would be with him every step of the way.

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Hey guys, as the chapter name suggests, this is indeed the second to last chapter of teacher!au. This is the last chapter I’ll be writing for the main storyline and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. <3

@slusheeduck will be posting their last chapter soon which will be the end of the main timeline. After that we will each have an epilogue piece we will be posting, but this is pretty much it you guys, after a year and a half of writing this thing I can hardly beleive it.

Thanks so much for being such a wonderful audience, I hope you enjoy the upcoming grand finale end of Coco Teacher!au. We’ve had such an amazing time writing it for you all.

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fuckboy!au — s. changbin

( she/her pronouns, i’m sorry )

→ GENRE: not fluff, not angst, not smut,, idk neutral what other “”genres”” should i put this iN SOJDJD

→ WARNINGS: intense makeouts n everyone of skz’s a senior in high school aka they’re all in the same grade, cussing, hella long,, halfway proofread

okay so you know changbin’s literally the world’s most softest most energetic most diligent rapper right ,,,,,, and you know how people like to make high school fuckboy scenarios where the fuckboy is soft

okay no ma’am. fuckboy changbin is THAT fuckboy that people don’t want to be around. but then they somehow end up befriending him.,,, and then being dropped in the next few days by him unless he’s expected into his friend group (which only happened three times)

he has an ear cartilage piercing, lip piercing but rarely puts it in and in his words,, “he keeps it in when he’s kissing bc it feels cool” , wears stylish yet somewhat baggy clothes, and yeah

changbin is the hottie, all the girls know it, all the boys know it, and even he knows it

but he still kinda has this empty void within himself that gets filled with his humor to make himself feel better about himself how many more himselfs do you think i could put jfc

he likes the way he looks, that has nothing to do with that wkfjxkej poor baby doesn’t feel like he’s proud of who he is as a person right now. and he wants to change that aww bABBe

so onto the story ekxjskd today, saturday,, was the biggest party of the whole year. everyone knows about it, and sO many people go and of course your buddy was willing to drag you along for the first time

“y/nnnnnnnNNNNNn” your best friend of six years aka lee minho 🤑 grabbed you by the ankles and fuckin SHOOK you so that he could get you to get ready for this party

“all anyone does is drink and have incorrect sex because they’re all dumb it’s all stupid let me slEEEEP“ you stuffed your face into your pillow which was v comfortable

“bITCHASS that’s not what normally happens there you never go to these just come with me once pleeAAAASseee ):” “what do you do then play bingo because if so i’m down”

“y/n i hate u i swear to god if i have to pick you up like a DOG i’m going to do it to make you get dressed”

“do it. i dare you” two seconds later you were being lifted and you just ??? you didn’t know that he could do that

“what the hELL MINHO” “YOU TOLD ME TO” and suddenly that’s how you were forced to go to this dumb party

and that’s also how a whole big mess began (((((((: you walked inside with the most miserable look on your face and minho had already left you the second you walked into the massive house so you were sad lol

you found your way to a couch but you bumped into three people on the way ,,,,,,embarrassing yourself how fun!!

then when you finally had calmed down, there was an extra pressure down how do i describe what’s happening lol on the couch next to you and in the dim light you saw the most kind looking face you’ve ever seen like wow ?? it was a boyo and he was smiling and fixing his messy hair

“hey, pretty, how come i dont know you?” the boy smiled even wider at you and you just went sowuzAkbdmxj and got all flustered once again

“i’m y/n, my friend minho brought me here,, i don’t know anyone else though. he tries to drag me to things like these, but i don’t like to— eofhxkKSBDMZHS too much info sorry” you tried to cover your laugh and stayed quiet and just kept looking him in the eyes (((‘; he giggled and called you cute )))))))): get it y/n

“minhoOO love that guy i’m changbin by the way” and instead of holding out a hand he hugged you and now your heart was going 1974927 miles per second “he’s one of my best friends too, i don’t know why i didn’t know you before” he sat there and pouted poor bb

you knew of him and people said to stay away, but he didn’t seem so bad of a guy. he was being suUUper sweet to u,, aaaand that’s how everyone knew you were his next target

“do you know where minho went?” you said quietly ?? “someone has an interest in their friend, huh?” he started to smirk which kind of scared you hekxjsndh his face and a smirk aaAA hot & scary lol

“no i don’t i just don’t know anyone and don’t want to be alone.” you awkwardly laughed because you legitimately didn’t have feelings like that for minho

he laughed and your face turned red and you wanteD to slap yourself because that’s obvious that you think someone,. whether it’s minho or cb,, is cute

“good because i want you to have an interest in me. you won’t have to be alone while i’m here.”

jesus christ that was so weirdly cringey ((((or maybe i’m just bad at writing)))) that you wanted to lay on the floor and be stepped on but at the same time you liked it

“who knows, maybe if i talk with you more i may or may not be interested,” you played back and he smiled, completely turning and throwing his arm on the back of the couch

“that was good i like it.” AlfjzKajfmxnhs your face was now as red as a tomato && he scooted closer to you. he doesn’t seem like the person to say those confident things oR do what he did next

he leaned in quickly and grabbed your hand in one hand and cheek in the other. he kissed you hard, mking your brain just go WEE WOO !! BOY ALERT ya know but if a cute boy kisses you i think you may kiss back

it continued on for a long time until somehow you were hovering on top of changbin, his hand on your lower back and this was now a full on make out session.. it kept getting rougher and rougher aka hair pulling and tiny ass grabs until something was definitely gonna happen

y’all he was moaning into the kiss as you were taking over and kissing his neck skdhxkhs he was loving being underneath ( which he never is B) ) biiiitch his best makeout session 100% all thanks to you

“wow.” he had like heart eyes wkdjxmsnd all you needed was a good makeout session for changbin to consider playing you but hEck yours was too good

he held a grip your legs once you finished kissing and sat down on his thighs (๑╹◡╹),, your face becoming all flustered and red while your brain was having a seizure

he slouched and rested his eyes aka closing them which made you want to kiss him more and then bAm the split second he opened them, you did one last kiss, bodies touching this time cool

it lasted a short while that time, he probably spanked your ass unintentionally once or twice

“woo y/n and changbin! a match made of two somewhat nice assholes! how perfect!!!” “shut it, twat,” changbin spat. minho laughed and held out his arms in a t with palms up and a fat smile on his face !! look at his girl get a boy !! and that boy is his friend !!!!!

you stumbled to get up from changbin’s lap, but he held your legs once again so he gave you the sign he didn’t want you to leave

after minho left you two alone, you got up and brushed your jeans, looked at him and he had a saddened look on his face now. you became scared for no reason, so you gave a side half-assed smile and walked right out the front door without telling minho and AKEJCMSHSMHD still going through your brain. and he was all you could think about.

the next school day, your ass wanted to be back in bed but sadly you could not be

so you walked through the doors, ignoring making eye contact with others, putting on earbud in your ear and you were all ): because you sTILL hadn’t stop thinking about changbin

and suddenly: “y/n!” you turned around and your heart just went GOODBYE and dropped to the floor when you saw the one and only changbin! he had a smile on his face, but his eyes weren’t smiling, they were like a half closed look yknow skdhxkhs i forgot how to describe it h sorry lmao it’s late rn

you stopped kind of just like ,, tensed as everyone around you walked slower and eyeballed you

changbin quickly walked up to you, grabbed your hips and fuckin slammed his lips into yours for like mmm about five seconds and pulled back and hugged your neck wow what a cutie

“do you want to go out with me later?”

“changbin, you ask that to every girl you see, it’s enough. y/n, don’t do it.” felix said, rolling his eyes and it made you pout. he walked away, all 7 other boys following behind, a few parting in a different direction for first period autobots roll out yknow

but changbin stayed with you. “i’ll think about it.” you walked away with the image of the people around you two whispering. it scared you knowing people who didn’t know you now know you because of a guy who just likes kissing a lot

after school !!! all the boys walked to each other’s houses like normal “changbin what the fucK BRO,” seungmin agressivly ? yet ? softly ? slapped him across his head

“do you just like her for her makeout s or something pls say no we need valid reasons” hyunjin said quiet !! he was scared to speak up in front of changbin,, sometimes changbin has mood swings and gets salty so that’s fun

“,, she’s a good kisser.” everyone yelled “CHANGIN” in unison and it was fucking hysterical okay i’m imagining this and i’m actually laughing

“okay, changbin, y/n’s my mofo GIRLIE if you hurt her i’m coming for you. just because you’re going for her doesn’t mean i’m gonna let this slide.” minho was ready to FIGHT for you as well as jeongin since you three were the buds! “ʸᵉᵃʰ” jeongin went all ):< CUTIE

he rolled his eyes and sighed “fine. but if i don’t feel anything for her you can’t come for me.” “,,, fair enough.”

you squealed into your pillow once you got home ,, calling minho to squeal to him even more

“HHHHHHH MINHOOOOOOOOOO hes so wkcjskhdkhd heck he’s gonna dump me isn’t he” “,,,,,, i mean he’s right next to me if you want to talk to him”

WKJDKXHS you ended the call right then and there no ma’am no way were you talking to him

so you reached level 1 of getting his number and y’all set up a cute little lunch date at around 4 !!

changbin was being extra sweet to you, he payed, looked at you all 💘💓💖💝💞💕💓💞💘💝💗💓💞💘💓💞💘💝 and not like you were just some random girl, he walked you home, all cute lil couple stuff

and you two made it official!! you guys are a thing (((((((;

it’s been two weeks, you were over changbin’s house (: he invited you for a little movie date even though he wanted it to just consist of kissing. but that’s all he wanted. he didn’t feel anything for you. right? yeah.

he normally just plays a few girls, leaving them when they’re uninteresting to him aka maybe like two weeks or something. you were different. every time you guys kissed, a spark would go off in his head and he didn’t know why

your kissing was the best he’s experienced !! it put him in some kind of trance and he lOved it

he let you put on a movie and you put on mean girls bc i can’t think of any other movie right now kenckencmdh anywAy

but you didn’t want him to see what you were choosing at he did, you saw his eyes peeking through his hands ))):

“close ur eyes that’s cheeting changbin ):<< “ “,,,cute” KWFKZNWMCHD

the he saw you laying on the end of the bed and wiggling your eyebrows as the beginning became to play and he didn’t know how to react so his cute lil laugh came up and your heart stopped he’s so cute

halfway through the movie, binnie was getting bored bc half of the girls and a few boys he’s been with made him watch this movie,,, he still wanted to kiss u but you weren’t catching the hint when you turned around to comment and he was staring at your lips ??

he had enough ): so the boy scooted closer to you until you were laying on his chest in his lap how cute (‘:

he felt his heart flutter once you were in his lap all squishy and pretty and he didn’t know how to react !! that was the first time he’s felt that !! little miss y/n scoring it

he smiled to himself and embraced you into a hug but decided to ignore it and force it down his throat bc seo changbin doesn’t have feelings for ppl 😎

he started to kiss the side of ur face to distract himself, and boy it did

he tried to take your attention off the tv and hell once he started kissing down your face and onto your neck, he melted and so did u !

you turned around and sat face forward on his lap and denied his kiss to the lips (: instead you brushed your fingers over his lips and told him how great he is while you also ran your fingers through his hair and maybe his heart rate was increasing heck he thinks he’s catching feelings too quick

he pouted when you wouldn’t kiss him, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red making you giggle!! you pressed your hands against his cheeks and squished them, earning a small smile from the boy in front of you

your thighs have always been his favorite place for you to sit, he loves seeing you all happy and huggable u didn’t hear that from me

all he can think about is you since that first day you met, and he knows when you sit in his lap,,, it completes him to see his gf in lover mode (:

he didn’t know he could have feelings for a girl as wonderful as you

you turned around and once the movie was finished ,, you fell asleep on top of him laying down <<<3 and maybe changbin couldn’t handle how cute you looked asleep, maybe he loved the way you clenched your hand around his in the middle of your sleep,, maybe - just maybe he had mega feelings for u

he fell asleep soon after you with a big smile on his face

“shit, y/n, it’s monday” his croaky voice said and woke you up

“fuuuUUUCK i gotta go” “nono y/n stay! issok you can just wear one of my hoodies” “,, i need my backpack” “i’ll drive you back then to get it,, we can be late”

you didn’t say anything in return,, just smiled to yourself and found the drawer his hoodies were in while he washed up ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

he came back out and saw you in his favorite black hoodie and your shoulders scrunched up HELL did it look cute on u

he smiled,, without a word,, walking back into the room and opened his arms out for you to come hug him

“.. are you okay u never do this..?” “i’m 1000% fine it’s just that i happen to really really really like my gf ,, now hug me”

once you got to your house to get your bag,, you said hello to your doggie and took your back from next to the door and yelled out a “hi mom sorry mom talk to you later mom love u gotta blast”

when you get back in the car changbin has a really weird look in his eyes,, but he was smiling !! he started the car back up

and with his eyes back on the road he spoke skdjdk “y/n, i thought you would just be a fling or something because that’s just how i go but . something about you. makes me. go nUuUuuUTTTts and i love that feeling!! i just ,, wanna squish you all the time now and it’s been not even 24 hours since i’ve first felt that”

“half of me wants to slap you and half of me wants to bring you into a tight hug”

“do both i deserve both”

when he saw you in the hallway,, he was with minho and felix, and they both widely smiled at you while changbin grabbed you and pecked your lips and then walked away

we love a confident couple

a few weeks after he told you that ,,, and when the school day was over ,, and he dropped you off at your house,, when you got out of the car,, he followed you ,, ))): and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. he nuzzled his nose into the crook of ur neck and you felt his lips curl into a smile

“y/n i think i may love you. you really make me happy and i keep getting these butterflies when i see you. uGh i want to smooch you all the time pls stop being so cute” you did it y/n. you helped him fill that void

“may love me?”

“i love you.”

“that’s more like it (((: i love you to baby”

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siodium · 4 years

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第四日：長野

headed down to shirakawa-go first thing in the morning!! it’s in the middle of nowhere so the bus ride was really long

well i can’t do much on the bus bc i have motion sickness so all i did was sleep

this place is so scenic holy shit it feels like i jumped right into a painting

kinda disappointed that the place wasn’t covered with snow as advertised but well it’s still a sight to behold

sorry for the crispy pics... i don’t know how to handle harsh sunlight weh

my cousin wanted to pose like the thinker lmao

i was wondering how ppl here make a living?? cuz it’s mainly a tourist spot but it’s not very popular during other seasons i think

even though it’s really cold out i wanted to try the soft serve... it’s the best time to eat ice-cream!!

got the black sesame one c: it was tasty... the cone part tasted mildly salty... kinda like potato chips mmm goes well with the sweetness of the ice-cream

idk why the ice-cream is doing a lean though...

i would put up the full pic of the tanuki but it’s kinda inappropriate

tour guide said the view from above would be super nice but?? ?? ?

lunch!! i traded my meats for more fish (my uncle doesn’t like fish) but tbh the fish was too sweet and not tasty...

the place we had lunch at had this nice display!! i think it’s a hinamatsuri display but i’m not sure

next stop: takayama

story time: me being a dumb dropped one of my gloves (which i borrowed from my aunt) somewhere and i only realised it 30 minutes before we had to assemble with the rest of the group

i went into the grocery shop where we bought some food from bc i thought maybe i removed my glove there and forgot about it (the gloves are rly bulky and not suitable for tasks that require high dexterity like counting coins)

took a look around and couldn’t find them so i decided to ask the owner (an elderly lady) if she had seen my glove with my terribad japanese

sHE THEN ACTIVATED HER EMPLOYEES TO HELP ME LOOK AROUND THE STORE FOR IT

they even offered to give me their work glove???

i don’t deserve their kindness

anyway it wasn’t at the grocery shop so i told them i’ll look elsewhere

ran at max speed to the family mart

found the glove

guess where i found it

apparently i was looking at tHESE GUYS when i dropped it

clowned myself

since we wasted a lot of time searching for my missing glove we couldn’t visit the shopping area :c

in the end we only got some rice crackers, pokemon cup noodles and beef furikake (for bro) from the grocery shop

but i guess walking around isn’t so bad... the view’s nice

later on when we returned to the tour bus we found out that we were actually walking the wrong way lol we went into some ulu place instead of the shopping district due to miscommunication

so even if i didn’t lose my glove... we wouldn’t have done much shopping anyway

last stop: sky park hotel

the temperature dropped drastically and we started to see snow as we drove up the mountains!!

bus driver and tour guide were kind enough to let us stop in the middle of nowhere to play in the snow (albeit only for 5 minutes but still)

had a fun time scooping up snow from the ground and tossing it around!!

this is the only non blurry pic i have of the balls in the snow oof

but hey goal achieved!! chi, cha and piff piff have now seen and touched snow!! they acquired bragging rights

when i retrieved the trio their bottoms were caked with snow... brain lagged for a bit trying to think of how to handle the situation

didn’t know snow would be sticky

too bad we couldn’t spend more time playing in the snow or i would have made a snow chi :c

here’s my aunt tossing snow at my cousin hahah

after a long and exhausting journey we finally made it to the onsen hotel!! going up the mountain was not fun bc the path was windy bleh

dinner was delicious!! it was buffet style but i had to exercise some self-control so i won’t eat too much... i didn’t wanna feel sick in the onsen

donned the yukata provided before going to the onsen for the Full Onsen Experience

i was expecting them to have a guide somewhere on how to wear it but there wasn’t any so i had to google

i felt like sejima...

ONSEN WAS GREATTTTT ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i thought the water would be super hot but once i went in it felt normal?? like the normal temperature that i like to take my showers at?? which is hot but not scorching

there were two other japanese girls but they didn’t come in until much later so we pretty much had the entire bath to ourselves

i didn’t realise there was an outdoor bath O: i’m not really sure how healthy it is to have half my body at -8 °C and the other half at whatever temperature the bath water is so i only went out for like 10 seconds to check out the place before returning to the warmth of the indoor onsen

after that it was time to sleeeep

i wanted to sleep on the tatami floor but it was too much trouble to pull the futons out of the cupboard and i didn’t add points to strength so

bed it was!!

#log

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lilnasxvevo · 5 years

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I gotta sleeeep im so tiiiiiire

Today was weird bc I was super tired from lack of sleep and Therefore didn’t feel like I had the energy to prepare real food so I kept eating leftover lo mein which is like, I mean, they’re noodles. That’s only eating noodles all day and expecting that to sate your hunger, which it DIDNT

so yeah I didn’t finish all the daily chores I’ve been trying to take over today and my parents had to do parts of them instead (my dad fed the pets in the morning and I did it in the evening, I washed the dishes but my mom wiped down the counter) BUT! I will do better tomorrow. I used to never do anything around the house because no one ever asked me (I was probably too unpleasant when asked that it wasn’t worth it, but also like in general our parents have never really assigned many chores to us), and now I have taken two fairly important tasks on myself that need to be done multiple times a day and it feels really good to be doing that stuff.

And it actually all came from that graphic that says like “Men and boys! Revolution begins in the sink!” aka the idea of men need to do their fair share of labor if we really want to create an equal world.

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randomotakugirl · 5 years

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So why didn’t you tell?

It’s another story! Woo! Featuring Vampire Mask

Cod Mask was bored.

Right now he’s trying his hardest not to fall asleep while Army was giving a lecture for their next battle against Green team. Last time he did that, well he got such an earful for Army. “And that’s all we have today” Army voice rang out, as he put his manual away he was using to write on the board. “Finally~!” Aloha said, stretching as he got up from his seat. “Really Aloha? Were you that bored?” Army asked as Aloha shook his. “Nah~ I’ve been feeling tired a lot lately” Aloha replied, getting a look from all three of them. “Are you okay?” Skull asked, Army wondering the same thing. “Yeah~ Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard that it finally caught up to me~” Aloha smiled as Mask stared at him. “Yeaaah right. Yoooou’re alwaays staying up paaaartying!”

“Shut it, otaku!” Aloha replied as the two started to bicker back and forth, only it to end with Army slapping his hands on the table telling the two not to fight before dinner or else.

Night came as Mask laid on his bed with a soft grumble. Of course he had to be hungry tonight, huh? Not to mention he never told the others that he was a vampire squid, even though he was okay eating normal food. Getting up from his bed, Mask quietly left his room heading down the hall, stopping by a door.

Mask slowly opened the door, seeing Aloha’s asleep. Cod he was hungry. Not to mention he’s been secretly feeding off on Aloha for quite a while now. It’s not like he had any other choice since Skull was too overly sweet and Army smelled too much like curry which gets tiring. Quietly walking to Aloha’s bed, he slowly got on Aloha’s bed, hopefully not to wake him. Seeing Aloha hasn’t stirred yet, he carefully moved to Aloha’s hand, a sigh escaped his lips. ‘Better make this quick’ Mask thought as he bit down on Aloha’s wrist and started feeding off the other. He pulled away after a few seconds before quickly cleaning the wound, leaving quickly. As much as he disliked the other, Mask wouldn’t lie that he enjoyed the other’s blood as he laid back down on his bed, deciding to sleep.

Aloha couldn’t sleep as much as he wanted to. He’s been feeling tired, despite being one of the most energetic inklings, and he noticed strange bites on him. With his eyes closed, he hoped he’ll fall asleep soon until he heard his bedroom door opened. Keeping his eyes closed, he didn’t know who was in the room until he heard a bit of shuffling and a familiar sigh. Mask? What was he doing in his room? Aloha felt the bed move a bit and before Aloha could open his eyes to confront him, Aloha felt a sharp pain on his wrist. He started to feel woozy before the pain went away and Mask leaving. What just happened? Sitting up on his bed, Aloha turned on the lamp on his nightstand looking at his wrist. The same bite marks he seen were on his wrist.

Now that Aloha thought about it, the bites look oddly familiar from the horror movies he seen before. That’s when he remembered the vampire squid horror movies he seen. He had a lot of questions to ask to Mask now.

The next day, Mask groggily got up from his bed, automatically putting on his Gas Mask. ‘Cod I hate the morning’ Mask thought as he left his room and head to the kitchen, seeing Aloha cooking instead of Army cooking. “Is Army noooot awake?” Mask asked, scaring Aloha. “Heh?! Mask? No he left for something.” Aloha replied, turning his gaze back to the frying pan. “Uuuugh, really? Then why are you cooking?” Mask asked, though got no reply from Aloha. He thought it was rather strange, knowing Aloha was quite talkative, though he was probably tired, Mask knowing why.

Mask started to slowly let his mind wander while he waited, only to snap out of his thoughts when he heard a plate clattered in front of him. “Breakfast is ready~” Aloha winked, causing Mask to roll his eyes. While Aloha sat on the other side of the table, Mask noticed something. “Where’s Skuuull?”

“He left with Army” Aloha replied with a small shrug, “don't ask me why. All Army did was left us a list of things to do why they’re gone.”

“Uuuugh great, staying with only yoooou” Mask groaned, as he started eating. It wasn’t bad, Mask noted, but it wasn’t as great as Army’s cooking. Though the entire time was silent, Mask had caught Aloha eyeing him a few times. “Whaaaat is it?”

“Nothin’. Just wondering why it couldn’t be Skull here” Aloha replied with a shrug before leaving, grabbing his dish and put it in the sink.

Aloha sighed as he read the list of things to do while both Army and Skull were gone to a city quite far from here. Though maybe he could try making lunch seeing one of the things on the list is grocery shopping. ‘Cod I don’t know how to cook that much’ Aloha thought, looking at the list of what to buy, ‘though I could make some cream stew. Cod I hate doing chores and errands for him.’ Grabbing the list, he head out of the kitchen, turning to Mask. “I gotta do some shopping, so I’ll return” he said before leaving the silent Mask all by himself.

Lunch came around, Mask came out of his room just as Aloha came back from Mako Mart, carrying different bags. “Cod how much did you buy?!” Mask exclaimed as Aloha rolled his eyes. “Whatever Army wrote, including a few extra” Aloha said, heading to the kitchen to put the things away, “Army text’d me by the way. They’re not returning till tomorrow night.” Mask didn’t like that, as he showed his annoyance to the usual loud inkling. “Seriously? Coood!” Mask frustratedly covered his face as Aloha rolled his eyes. “Could say the same thing. Anyways I’m cooking again.”

“Uuuuuuuugh. I dooon’t want to eaaat whatever yooou cook!” Was Mask reply as Aloha gave him a weird look before shaking his head. “Too bad Masky~ Besides we’re eating it for dinner too~” Aloha said as he continued to put things away. “Whaaaat is it?” Mask asked, surprised by Aloha’s answer.

“Cream Stew~”

Night came fairly quickly as Mask started to play one of his games. While he wouldn’t say it, Aloha was better making cream stew rather than having to eat curry. Mask heard a knock on his door, making him pause on the game he was playing. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was already past 12 in the morning so why was Aloha up this late?

“Heeeeeey Masky~”

Cod it really had to be him, huh?

“Whaaat do yooou waant, Alooooha?” Mask asked as Aloha only smiled at him. “What~? I can’t hang out with you~?” Aloha asked as Mask rolled his eyes. “It’s fricking past twelve in the morning, Aloha. I’m pretty sure it’s late.”

“Says you~ Besides, I can't sleep anyways. Especially since Skull isn’t here.” Mask frowned at Aloha’s reply, making him feel a bit bitter. Not to mention Aloha’s always making sweets for the other. Why couldn’t he try one? Rather, why didn’t Aloha go to him? He seen him go to Army a couple of times and Skull a lot, but why not Mask? As much as Mask would hate to say it, he was quite bitter and jealous about it.

“Who caaaares” Mask replied, before going back to his game. The room begin to become quiet, Mask think Aloha had left until the other had spoke up.

“Hmmm~? I wanna know something Mask~”

Aloha said, getting a tired look from the other. “Whaaaat?” Mask replied, tired, though his eyes snapped opened when he heard what the other had to say.

“Hmm, why didn’t you tell us you are a vampire squid?”

Mask almost dropped his controller hearing those words coming out of Aloha mouth. How did he find out? Aloha took Mask’s silence and shock look as the truth. “Heeey now Masky~” Aloha said, plopping down on Mask’s bed, sitting down by him, “I know there’s other vampire squids around man, though I wanna know why you hide the fact you are one from us?”

“I doooooon’t feel comfortable talking abooout it” Mask replied, going back to his game. While it’s true there were other vampire squids out there, Mask hated how both normal and vampire squids treated each other.

“By the way Masky” Aloha said face to face with a serious tone, making Mask pale a bit. He never seen the other too serious before. “W-Whaaat?” Mask stuttered, moving back more into his bed. “It’s quite rude to bite someone without asking, y’know!”

How did Aloha knew that?

“How did you know-“

“Last night dummy! You came to my room and bit me. I couldn’t sleep during that time!” Aloha said, pouting towards him, “If you did told us, you could have asked y’know! Not secretly biting me cod who knows how many times.”

“Fifteen….incluuuding last night” Mask replied, Aloha staring at him. “Uuugh, no wonder why I’ve been tired” Aloha replied, lying down on Mask’s bed, “You’re the worst.”

“Says the one who’s taaaaaking my beeeed!” Mask grumbled, “geeeeeet oooff!” Aloha shook his head, refusing to move, “Nuh-uh! I don’t wanna move since I’m tired~ It’s your fault after all~” Aloha replied, turning on his side.

“Cod if we’re in a relationship, you’ll definitely be the one wearing the dress” Mask grumbled as Aloha look at him confused. “I have no clue what you’re talking about” Aloha replied, causing Mask to groan. Of course he didn’t. “Haaaaa? You’re the one who keeps acting all cute and all!”

“Ooh~ You think I’m cute Mask~?”

Mask bit down on his lips. ‘Cod I had to say that’ Mask grumbled to himself, deciding to save and quit his game. “You’re sooo annooooying Alooooha” was Mask’s only reply, “I doooooon’t want yooou to sleeeep here agaaaain!”

“It’s just for one night! Geez don’t be sour!” Aloha replied, getting under the covers.

“And no biting while I’m sleeping” Aloha huffed, “I don’t want to feel tired tomorrow morning.” Mask rolled his eyes as he got under the covers. “I make no prooomises to yoooou.”

“Then I won’t make anything sweet for you.” Was Aloha’s reply as Mask let out a sigh. “Fiiiiiine. I won’t bite yoooou” Mask replied as Aloha let out a small good. “It’s rude to bite without permission!” Aloha said before he got a bit more comfortable, his eyes slowly fluttering shut as sleep took over.

Mask on the other hand watched as slept. As much as he wanted to bite the other again, a promise was a promise. Not to mention he really didn’t need any. Deciding it was best to sleep rather than watching the other sleep, Mask leaned forward to give a small peck on Aloha’s forehead, signaling the other was asleep as Aloha didn’t stirred. Moving away, Mask laid his head back to the pillow and decided to get some sleep too.

#aloha kun #mask kun #splatoon manga #splatoon #splatmanga #coroika

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