#HE SPEAKS SPANISH NANA

[ferusaurelius]

OMFD Ask Game #16?

Thank you for the ask! I answered 'favorite gag' elsewhere, so we'll go with ...

16. What’s your favorite joke?

Jim's diary entry in Episode 02: A Damned Man. The text was originally in English and Vico translated it themselves into Spanish! From Vico's interview with the nerdsandbeyond.com:

The only thing that I added was more Spanish, and David was like, “Love it, here for it.” A couple of the writers are Latiné, and my first language is Spanish, so I said if I ever feel angry, frustrated, scared, I want to express it in Spanish, right? Or when I’m writing the journal — originally that was in English. And I was like, “If I’m writing, I would be writing in Spanish.” So I translated the whole thing into Spanish. David was like, “Yeah, I love that. Let’s keep that going.”

They also have the classic spanish guitar theme going in the background. It's "day twenty-eight on the lam" and we get a peak into Jim's backstory and character, that the disguise has something to do with revenge, and MY FAVORITE: "sweating my proverbial balls off." Said in the most deadpan angry-frustrated voice imaginable.

The showrunners could have kept up the disguise gag a bit longer but it works SO MUCH better to have Lucius threatened with death and to complicate that character relationship early! I had a lot of fun with the whole storyline playing out so naturally and building up to other jokes. See also: Coming Nana! Coming for some cake!

JIM'S FACE.

[motherloads]

Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight

Disclaimer: I absolutely love Jenny in the film! Too bad I like writing miscommunication. No bashing of Jenny!

The reader was supposed to be brooding and menacing? But she’s a wreck with a symbiote lol.

My spanish is also pretty meh in writing despite being Mexican myself. I speak better than I write! Pls keep that in mind ◡̈

Summary: The reader watches on the sidelines as Jenny and her longtime crush, Jaime Reyes become close to one another. Being Milagro's closest friend, she dreads when she has to come over and see the lovebirds.

But who says her little friend would allow this to happen? And who says what she sees is true?

->Pairings: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

-> Use of (Name).

-> Marvel/DC crossover (mentioned Eddie Brock, Peter Parker, and relations to other fic)

->Warning: So much miscommunication, murder talk, and spinal cord removal :(

Once again, please ignore grammar mistakes.

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I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? When you gonna ditch that stupid, you got? It's me you should be seeing.

"Are you just going to continue to stare?" Milagro questions her close friend, who stares at her brother with a pair of love-sick eyes. "Dude, just go talk to him."

"Can't really do that," Her friend hums in response, "Look, Kord is walking over to him. Now he's going to have the brightest smile ever and then they'll hug Then she's going to pat him on the back and start helping him with your house remodel. Look! They're doing it!"

Exactly at that point, Jaime laughs as Jenny pushes him over, grabbing the paintbrush on her own and assisting him with the cream-colored outer walls. Jaime shakes his head in response, nudging her back.

"So what? I'm his sister, and what I can tell you is that they are NOT together. They're just really good friends!" Milagro explains, quieting down when Jaime looks over. "Come on, clear it up. I don't want to see my best friend so sad."

"I'm grieving," She pouts, lowering herself into the chair, "You don't see what I see. They are definitely together."

"Si no lo preguntas, nunca vas a saber," Another voice exclaims. Both girls turn their heads to her mother who shakes her head at them. "Don't be shy! I don't want my future daughter-in-law to lose her chance."

Feeling her face heat up, she looks away from the older woman's words. "I know he's your son, but I can't. I'm sorry."

Maybe if you weren't such a pussy, you would have gotten the guy. Does the K-dramas we watch together not mean anything?

The sudden voice caused her to jump straight into her seat. Narc had been quiet since she had arrive at the Reyes’ house hold. She hadn’t expected them to speak at all since he rarely did when she was at their residence. At first, it was off putting to never hear the familiar voice, but she slowly grew used to the silence.

Born out of wedlock from the original symbiote, Narc had been the symbiote who had begun their stay before she arrived in this Universe. They were the only connection she had to the life she once had. Or was it the other being stuck here as well? She wasn’t sure, she ignored all contact to the woman connected to her in more ways than one.

"K-Dramas are not real, idiot." She hissed under her breath.

"Did you say something, Mija?" Mrs. Reyes questions, resting her hand under the woman's chin. "You often talk to yourself, just like little Jaime."

"Mama!" Jaime calls out, "I'm not little anymore! Come on, don't tell her that!"

"You are little, cabrón. Don't you remember the incident? Naked con tus chiquito huevitos." His Uncle Rudy cackles, "Don't you remember that, ama?"

Their Nana shakes her head in response, smiling broadly at the memory. Milagro begins to laugh as well while Jenny sits beside the girls with a small nod in the direction of (Name). She returns the gesture, crossing her hands as she ignored how hard her heart hammered.

"I'm lost," (Name) murmurs, "So, so lost...But anyway, I have to head out. Thank you for having me!"

"Come by anytime, (Name)." Jaime grins, walking up to her and hugging the girl tightly, "Just remember to ignore anything they say about me, okay? Don't want them ruining anything."

"They're your family, I don't think they are capable of doing so," She pats his back, looking down at Milagro who fake kisses the air in front of her. Jenny seems to notice as she raises her eyebrows at the duo still hugging.

"You can let me go now, Jaime." (Name) murmurs into his ear, "Don't want her getting the wrong idea."

Jaime pulls away, smiling at the girl in front of him. His eyes flickered down for a second before he looked back at her, "Sorry?" She smiles sadly at him as she moves towards her vehicle. She refuses to look at the family behind her as she hears the conversation pick up again.

I think we should kill her.

"Absolutely not. There is a new hero here, Narc. We can't just murder a well-known figure and expect to get away with it." She groans, buckling her seat belt. She looks back at the family once more as she shifts her gear to drive.

We've done it once. And we can do it again.

"I don't think killing the Green Goblin counts for anything! He was already crazier than us, so the headlines were thanking us!" She exclaims.

His brain was nasty anyway.

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"Do you think Blue Beetle is cool?" Milagro asks, absentmindedly moving her straw around in boredom. "Personally, I think he's a huge nerd. What do you think?"

"Who says you can bother me on my shift?" (Name) frowns, cleaning the bar top in front of her, "And how did they let you in?"

"I have my ways," Milagro grins, "Answer my question. I need to know."

"I think he's...unique? From the news I have seen of him, it's obvious he is of Hispanic Descent. His suit is otherworldly, so I'm assuming it's some kind of alien tech he is using. Definitely not Superman, though." (Name) shrugs, moving the alcoholic beverages aside as she begins assisting the bartenders alongside her.

"Do you think he's cute under his mask?" Milagro leans closer, "Would you date him?"

I would eat him.

"I wouldn't eat him," (Name) responds instead. She pauses as the conversation around her began to quiet down. Some stared at her while others whispered to their compadres nearby.

"I...didn't ask that? I asked if you think he's cute and if you would date him. Dude, where the hell is your mind thinking right now?" Milagro whispers, eyeing the men nearby, "God, I’ve always hated this bar. A bunch of chismosos who are almost always cheating on their wives here. They're always eyeing you too. How do you handle that?"

"First, I can't tell if Blue Beetle is cute based on his voice. Second, I wouldn't date him since I am sooo hung up on your brother." Milagro snorts. "Lastly, this is the only bar that offers the minimum wage. I can handle drunk men well, I've always had."

The conversation began to pick up again as most began focusing on the news displayed in front of them. Blue Beetle was shown on live television, fighting off rogue soldiers from Victoria Kord's force. Despite the woman being long gone, the impact she made had not quite disappeared.

"I knew you were still into him! I say you ask him out! You ain't a homewrecker if he isn't in a relationship!"

"Didn't you say Kord and Jaime kissed? That your whole family cheered for the couple?"

"A fluke! It's a fluke I swear, but it is complicated! Just ask Jaime, please? It would be so cool for us to be family."

"If our lives are ever in danger at this very bar, then I'll ask." (Name) turns away from Milagro's eyes, "That means it will never ha-"

Her voice gets cut off when bullets begin hitting the bar's windows, causing the occupants to duck down to safety. Many of the drunken men tried to escape but most were quickly shot down by the bullets.

Milagro screams, ducking down into a crouch as the bullets continue. (Name) ignores the danger as she maneuvers her way through the destruction. She grabs Milagro, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes. "I need you to hide behind the bar, okay? The bullets won't get you. We will protect you.”

"W-who's we?" Milagro cries as (Name) pushes her behind the bar. There was silence for a moment as screams echoed in the bar. "(Name)? Where are you going?" She pushed Milagro down, moving her way from the bar corner as she looked at the bodies around her. Many men stayed below tables, looking at her in fear as she counted the people alive.

"Nobody get up. It’s not ove-" Her words get cut off when bullets pierce through her whole body. She is flung against the countertop as a bullet pierces too close to her heart. She hears her name being called out as Milagro tries to find her way to the woman.

She smiles at the tear-stained face in her vision. The fear in the other girl's eyes was evident as she continued to scream her name. At that moment, smoke bombs are thrown through the window. The screams had begun to mesh together, the fog covering the vision of the little who were still alive.

She feels the blood oozing out of her mouth, the familiar metallic filling up her mouth. She sputters, not being able to breathe.

It's your turn.

My turn.

Shoes stepping on glass were all everyone heard as the perpetrators stepped through the mess they caused. They held their gun up in return, moving through the fog stealthily. As they communicated with one another, they grew unnoticed by the thing they had angered.

"Find the Reyes girl. She is to be left alive." One spoke up, "Kill every survivor." The main soldier calls out. They await the confirmation of the others but they hear nothing. "I need an affirmative."

The soldier gets smacked in response, feeling themselves recoil from the weight against their body. When they look down at the unfamiliar weight, they begin to scream.

The weight crushing them was there comrade. Left unrecognizable with no head in sight. The blood wafts through their mask. They begin to gag as they try to pull the body off of them. They freeze up when a bloodied helmet rolls closer. Empty and dented, the helmet hits their shoe with a loud clank.

The fog begins to clear up, displaying the mess left behind. The soldier tensed when they noticed the bodies presented around the room. Many hung from the lights, their necks cracking from the added weight of their helmet. Others were hazardously thrown against tables. One had a table leg pierced through their helmet.

"Why must humans be so selfish? Is this fun for you, you pathetic piece of shit?" The soldier whimpers in response, turning their eyes away from the figure crouching in front of their face.

The creature, despite crouching, was still overlooking the only soldier left alive. The disarray and multi-color of the night sky reflected back to the onlookers who began to murmur about the new being. They tilt their head and leaned closer to the soldier, their bright, soulless eyes stared into the helmet. They licked the sharp smile forming from the fear they felt radiating off the soldier.

"Unlike the Blue Beetle, we do not care about the lives of our victims. What do you think happens next?"

"W-What the hell are you?"

"If you must know, my host has named us Narc. Will you beg for your life now?"

The Soldier rips their helmet off, looking at Narc with a look of fear, "Please. Please. I'm sorry. I'll never do this again, please!"

"He had once told us the same. You are just like the others. Pathetic. Unworthy. A perfect meal."

A scream is ripped through his victim's vocal cords as Narc bites down. Blood seeped through their mouth as they ripped out the spinal cord in one sharp turn. Narc stands, spitting their leftovers to the side.

"Hey, ugly!" A voice called out, "What the hell are you doing, man?"

Narc cranes their neck towards the entrance of the bar, watching as Blue Beetle floated at his place. They both stared at each other, unmoving.

"Blue Beetle!" A voice calls out, Milagro moving from her hiding spot to the blue-and-black-clad hero. "My friend is gone! She was just--where is she?" She turns her head towards Narc, who stares down at the shaking girl.

"Get away from it!" Blue Beetle yells, flying through the bar as he centers himself between Milagro and Narc. "Take it up with me and not the civilians!"

"He just--he ate all the soldiers--" Milagro gasps, stepping behind Blue Beetle, "I saw what he did--"

"You--What the hell are you?" Blue Beetle points his palms toward Narc, who continues to stare in silence.

"Does my figure scare you? I can hear your heartbeat." Narc cranes their head towards Milagro. Blue Beetle blocks her from their eyesight. “Worry not, we do not hurt the innocent.”

With those words, Narc feels their familiar bulking figure die down to their less impending figure. The duo are lost for words at the new figure presented in front of them.

"I'm so sorry I think I misgendered you--" Milagro's eyes stayed pinned to the pair of boobs Narc had.

"Where's (Name)?" Blue Beetle turns his head around, "Khaji-Da says she is still here! She was working, right?" His questions are to Milagro.

None of the three seemed to notice the survivors running out of the bar.

"She is here. With me." Narc hums, moving closer to Blue Beetle, "Is Khaji-Da your symbiote?"

"Symb--what? What do you mean (Name) is with you?"

"Jaime Reyes. You are a host are you not?"

"Stop avoiding my questions! Where is she?! How do you know my name--That is not my name! I do not know Jaime Reyes. Do you?"

"I have known of the scarab on your back since the beginning. Do not worry, (Name) remains clueless, for now."

"Why are you saying her name as if you know her?" Milagro questions.

Narc purrs, tilting their head closer to Blue Beetle who stepped back hesitantly. "We have known each other for a long time. We are bonded together until she dies. She is my key to survival in your world. She is me. I am her. We are one. We are Narc."

“Like Narcotics? Did she get you from a drug? She doesn’t seem like the type to do drugs.” Milagro questions, stepping closer to the duo, “And why are you so close? I can smell you from here!”

“We are host and symbiote. We am not from here, you see. Your alien won’t know of us.”

Milagro and Blue Beetle share a look, communicating with silent words. Blue Beetle lowers his hand, allowing Narc to step closer. The symbiote smiles, their purrs growing louder.

“I see why she likes you.”

With those words, Narc sinks into (Name)'s skin, leaving the woman defenseless from the eyes of her long-time crush and friend. She drops to the floor, her wounds patching over themselves with a familiar goo.

Blue Beetle drops to the floor, bringing (Name) close to his body. He rocks her back and forth as Milagro stumbles beside him. Her eyes were bloodshot and the tears that disappeared has formed all over again.

"Why didn't she tell us? Why didn't she tell me?" Blue Beetle, now Jaime who removed his helmet. He leans his forehead on the woman and murmurs into her hair. He kisses her temple as Milagro continues to cry.

"Why didn't she tell us her hero name is literally short for Narcotics?!"

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(Name) awakes to a horrible headache splintering her head. She groans as she shifts closer to the warmth of an unfamiliar body. She nuzzles in closer to the warmth, groaning at the light against her eyelids.

"Narc turn off the lights...I feel like I've just been shot." She moans, gripping her blanket tighter against her body, "I'm going out with Milagro later. I have to go buy cat food..."

"Milagro is taking care of Eddie, don't worry." A familiar voice whispers against her head, "Just go back to sleep. I'll block the sunlight."

"Thanks, Jaime..." Processing the name that came out, she jumps away from the warmth. She stares at Jaime, who stares back in equal shock and sleepiness. His hair was a mess, pointing in different directions. She presses her hand to her mouth, gasping behind it.

"Oh my god. We didn't have sex, did we? If so, that would be awkward because you are my best friend's brother and you literally have a girlfriend. I can't even get drunk so it's impossible for me to forget--oh my god am I in your house?"

"Hey, Hey," Jaime soothes her, smiling at the woman freaking out in his bed, "We didn't have sex and we were not drunk. You were...shot multiple times and some things came to light, but it's okay now, I promise."

"I'm still sleeping in your bed though! You could have left me, being shot doesn't stop me! We were holding each other?! What would Kord think if she saw this now?" She grips the unfamiliar sweater covering her body, feeling her legs shift through from under the sheets and hit against Jaime's.

"Jenny? What about Jenny? We aren't...We aren't dating if that's what you're worried about." Jaime grabbed her by the face, locking eyes with her who looked anywhere but him. "I can't just leave you when you were hurt."

"Milagro said you two kissed."

"We did once have feelings for each other. But it's long gone now, it was just a...heat of a moment kind of thing." Jaime brings her cheeks towards his chest, which she just noticed had nothing covering him from her eyes. Her hands stopped short on his stomach. She felt his stomach flutter in response.

"Besides, I like someone else. I like you."

She feels her heart stop at his confession.

Knew it.

"No shit." She exclaims, looking up at Jaime who smiles down at her doe-like look.

"I do." He whispers back. They both stared at one another until he leaned closer to her face. She felt his breath fan her face as she wrinkled her nose.

"You stink." She snorts, moving her hands to the back of his neck. He laughs at her words.

"Yours smells much worse. Now, come here--" She cuts him off, smashing her lips to his. He holds her waist, bringing her to sit on his lap. Her tongue finds his, leaning closer as her hand moves to stay on his chest. Biting his lip, she softly sucks it lightly. She opens her eyes to find his eyes half-lidded, enjoying the moment.

When she pulls away, her lips find his neck, kissing down to his collarbone. Pulling her hand back to his neck, she inhales his scent.

"Couldn't have waited until I was asleep. You are always like this. The same exact way with Peter Parker."

They both jump at the new voice, turning their heads towards Narc who floated their head around the room, reading the boxes that held different items. She turns her head to Jaime, eyes wide, waiting for him to begin screaming.

"Narc-uh. They explained more about your origins with each other. After finding them standing in a bloodbath, Milagro and I thought the worst had happened but someone--something told me to let Narc explain."

"They told you about our.... situationship?" She questions, gripping onto Jaime's bicep. "You're supposed to be running away--not making out with me!"

"And you! You aren't supposed to be out. You're grounded!" She growls, pulling Jaime's face into the crook of her neck, "You told him everything, huh? Why can't you ever keep secrets? She'll be angry our cover was blown!"

She ignored the look Narc gives, opting to continue her rant, “Asshole, is it because I’m not letting you meet Red Robin? You know it isn’t allowed!”

"The other youngling saw you get shot. Was I supposed to act as if I ate you instead?"

"Actually, yes! Nobody is supposed to know, you promised. We promised Eddie."

"You made a promise to your cat?" Jaime's muffled voice questions. Despite the situation, he bites her neck. "Who is Peter Parker?"

She glares at Narc, who innocently whistles. "No one Jaime, he is no one."

"Former boy toy." Narc responds instead, "Hell of an amateur kisser."

"You kissed him! Not me!" She turns to Jaime, pulling his head back to stare at him, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why they're acting this way. I'll go right now, seriously. I don't want you in our mess."

"Relax," Jaime comforts, grabbing her hand that stayed on his cheek. He smiles at her, "I can protect myself. Look--"

She felt him shift from under her, watching in shock as his body began to be covered by a familiar suit she had seen countlessly on television. Everything except his face was covered in armor. Whilst she analyzed the markings on his suit, Narc moved closer as well.

"Does your scarab only speak to you?" Narc asks, "It is unlike anything I have seen on my planet. Do you feed them as well?"

"They aren't really fed? They don't need sustenance. Khaji-Da only talks to me in my head so they're like a second voice...and planet?"

"This is going to be a long talk," She sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "At least you don't have to feed them human brains..."

"What?" Jaime recoils, looking at the two with wide eyes, "I'm sorry? Brains? Like Zombies? The Walking Dead? Like zombies from The Last of Us?!"

"I thought you told him everything!"

"I would never tell of my eating habits! Humans are judgemental!"

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

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Headcanon that Laurance knows multiple languages:

Like obviously he’s fluent in Ru’Aunian (english), but I think he’d also be semi fluent in french and spanish (or whatever the in universe equivalent is). He comes from a pirate town, and there are a lot of “french” and “spainish” pirates and sailors that come to port so he picked up some things. I think Joh was probably rather fluent so he likely learned from him.

I think he’d know some conversational Galish (the main language of Gal’Ruk) and Southern Tulian. I imagine Galish is similar to Norwegian and Southern Tulian is similar to Japanese.

Travis definitely taught him all the Galish he knows and Nana, being from Southern Tu’La taught him not only a bit of Southern Tulian but also some common Meif’wa hand signs, as many of them (including her) sometimes prefer to speak nonverbally.

He also knows quite a bit of Old Ru’Aunian, as it’s what they mostly speak in the Nether. He doesn’t like speaking or reading it, as it brings up a lot of bad memories. But it can come in handy when needing a private conversation with Aphmau, when reading old texts, and when they meet Malachi. Malachi really only speaks the old language when they first meet him, so Aph and Laur are the only ones whom he can really speak to, partly why he’s so attached to them and views them as his parents.

Laury really likes learning new languages, and he always has. Like when he met Cadenza.

Cadenza spoke Ru’Aunian (obviously, she’s from Ru’Aun), but she also spoke a regional dialect from her old village Zerimar. This dialect sounds a bit like a cross between english and russian. To most, it’s just jibberish, but if you take the time to break it down it makes much more sense. As kids (and adults) Laurance and Cadenza would speak Zerimarian when they didn’t want anyone to know what they were saying. Much to Hayden and Joh’s disapproval, as Cadenza refused to teach them.

Not only that, but the only other Zeriamrian in Meteli, Kenmur, wouldn’t teach them either. Much too afraid of what Cadenza would do to him if he did.

I also think he’d know a little greek (again whatever the in universe equivalent is). I headcanon him as greek, so I think his parents spoke it. He was young when they died and he’s spoken Ru’Aunian most of his life, but I think as he grows he decides to relearn some to kind of regain a bit of what he’s lost.

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"Childhood Sweethearts"

-Miles Morales/ 42!Miles x Fem!Reader

Y/N had a crush on Miles since always, and something inside her tell her that they were meant to be together. She just knew

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— Nana, quiero volver a casa.— The little girl grips her grandma, her eyes tearing as she walks next to her with her big pink backpack. 

— Mi niña , esta es tu casa ahora, ¿si? Tus papis hicieron un gran esfuerzo en traerte aca.— The old woman whispers, carefully picking her word as she looks at the little girl. She guided Y/n through the stair until the third food when her house was as she made way for her to enter. 

— No me gusta aca, todos hablan raro…— Y/n said pouting, her little hand gripping her shirt. 

— Te acostumbraras , nena. — Those words stuck in her mind as the girl tried to adjust to her first week in New York, which was horrible. Most of the kids laugh at her for her accent or ignorance of English, she only could be comfortable next to her grandma and misses the rest of her family every day, almost crying to sleep. — Doña Carmen, here I have some of your pills.— A pretty woman enters the house as Y/n hides, listening to the weird words that came from her mouth. Rio noticed her as she smiled. 

— Hi, baby. Is she your grandchild? What's your name, bonita?— The woman talk to her, Y/n catch the little accent, but she was unsure. 

— Tu nombre mija. — Her grandma explained to her. — Sorry, she does not catch el English yet, se acostumbrara…espero. — 

— Ay, mi vida, perdon ¿ Asi que hablas español? —

— Si señora…— Y/n was happier to speak spanish. 

— Tonces traere a mi hijo pa’ que juegue contigo, se llevaran bien. — At that moment, Y/n eventually became friends with Miles, almost clingy with the sweet little boy that he was. They draw together, she helps him in his first stages with graffiti, and she also gets used to living around New York and speaking English. But of course, everything is not always fine. Y/n has this gigantic crush on Miles, she was the only girl around him and was kind and flirty with him while they grow up, it was almost obvious to everyone that they would end up together. 

Even his uncle Aaron approved of their future relationship. And then, Miles enters his stupid private school and leaves her behind

...

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— I can’t believe this shit, esta hablando con esa gringa.— Y/n complains to her friend. She had been expecting this party for a long time, she hadn't seen Miles in a while, and she wanted to spend some time with him again. 

Was she clingy? Maybe, but she was always there for him. When his uncle dies, on his birthday when she bought him an exclusive collection figure and always tries to make sure that he was ok. But, that stupid boy lied to her face, he was hiding something, of her, of her mom and dad. 

He always disappeared out of nowhere. 

La señora Rio even thought for a moment that he was on drugs, but Miles was not that type of guy. She knew that he would be late with the cake, so she bring one of her own, just in case. 

She tried to be at his side, not only because of her crush on the boy but because they were friends. Or at least, that is what she thought. 

— Y/n, relax girl. That blondie has nothing compared to you. — Her friend said, smiling comforting. Oh yeah, and now, that Gwanda came out of nothing, from who knows what part of Africa to be with him. 

Both girls saw how Ms. Morales and his husband started talking to Gwanda. Y/n keep giving her a sour look until Rio looks at her and calls her. 

— Show her who would be a Morales! — Her friend pushes him to the little balcony. Y/n put on her best smile, even if she already say hi to the couple, and then she turned with her most cute face to Miles. — Miles, no te he visto en varias semanas, how are you doing? — She throw herself to hug the boy, god l, he was so tall now. Her cheeks were a little red as she kiss Miles’s cheeks. She could feel the blond’s eyes on her, but she didn’t mind. 

— Yea, Ms. Morales, ¿que pasa? — She said, ignoring Gwanda.

— Nothing, mija, Y/n dear, I just wonder that you didn’t greet my Miles.— She said winking to Y/N. — And his amiguita. — Her tone became a little challenging. — Mama! — Miles groans embarrassed. 

— Oh yeah, Gwinda, right?  — Y/n put a superior smile as she also walks to kiss Gwanda’s cheek, her tone a little sarcastic. — A pleasure to meet you. —

The blonde stood there, she was taken aback. 

— G-Gwen… I mean, Gwanda. It’s a pleasure too…— 

— Y/n. — 

— Y/n , yeah! Is good to see another friend of Miles. — Her tone was genuine, Y/N knew it, but it still hurt. 

— Yeah, I know him since we were chamacos. Right, Miles? — She turned immediately back to the boy. He was embarrassed, but Y/N couldn't say if it was because of the situation or because he felt ashamed to be around that gringa.  — Y-Yeah, Y/n is a good friend of mine. — He said, smiling at her sweet as honey.

It was not until Gwen left nervous that Y/N notice how Miles’ smile faded slowly, looking at the way the blonde went. 

God, how it hurt. 

…

Miles didn’t know what to do, he was seeing another version of himself in front of him. He didn’t have time for this! He needed to go to his universe and save his dad. 

He needed to escape and he was about to do it, the electricity running through his fingers, he just need it to touch the chain and…

— Miles Gonzalo Morales, I’ve been waiting for you too since a half hour ago! — a female voice interrupts the scene. Miles could hear it from behind “Shit.” His uncle Aaron said nervously. 

Something in the confident facade of the other Miles broke, and he looked concerned. — In what mess did you end now? Dios mio, no se que espero de ti, en serio. Who did you chain this time? — The steps were decisive, a familiar fragrance reach Miles, and before he could say something, she look at your eyes. — Y/n? — Miles mumbled confused, as the girl kept freezing, looking at him and then at the other Miles. — The fuck? Babe, is this…you? —

— Ma, not now. — Miles grew, trying to push her away. 

— No no, nothing like that! Que mierda es eso? — Y/n look….almost the same, she was wearing a big jacket and Miles could see a gun underneath it. — Also, we had a mission today and you left me alone in the middle of nowhere waiting like a dumb. — She said hardly, pointing at Miles’ chest. 

— The kid was supposed to tell you. — Aaron said, looking away. 

— You! No, babe, he’s lying, he was supposed to text you. — Miles defends himself. 

Y/n scoffed, looking again at the Miles attached to the punching bag. 

— You are? — She asks, her eyes relaxing and turning her head curious. 

— M-Miles, from another universe. I need to go home, Y/n, you should not be around, it’s dangerous and… —

— Why is he tied up?— 

— Babe, can you let me do my things? Let this in my hand, come on. — Miles took the girl by her hands and kissed her palm. She simply pulls away, frowning. — He’s dangerous, Ma. — 

— He? If he looks like a poor and lost puppy. — She said, looking back to Miles on the punching bag. Her eyes were…warm, she smiled softly, looking curios and poking his cheek. 

Her hand was caught by the other one, he was mad.

— Ma, don’t touch him. —

— Why? he’s you….— She pout. — You’re not planning on killing him or something like that.— She smiled. 

Aaron scoff as the room filled with silence. 

— You’re planning something? —

— Babe, calm down, this bastard has everything. Tiene a su papa vivo, una buena casa, miralo! He probably has you too, why do I have to be the one who is the bad here? — Miles growled, his grip tight on her hands. 

Y/n sighed, looking at him and she leaned softly to kiss him. She gave him a peck on his lips as she smiled. 

— Bebito, solo dejalo ir, nothing is gonna change if you keep him here. If you had the opportunity…hey look at me, wouldn’t you do the same?  — She smiles, taking his cheeks in her hands. — Also, if he had me too, in his universe, I’ll be worried sick if he's not around. You want me to feel like that. — Her tone was childish as she hug Miles with those pretty eyes that he could not say no. Miles scoff at her last sentence. The boy with the braid turns his attention to him, his gaze piercing his chest. — Did you laugh? what was that?—

— Papi….— Y/N said, giving him a disapproved look. 

— S-Sorry, that just sounded weird…My Y/N…well, she’s not into me, we’re not a thing. Just friends.— He said nervous. — Someone is too scared to ask her out? — Miles put his hand around Y/n’s waist as he smirked at Miles, the other one blushing. 

— N-No, just…I’m not into her and she’s not into me either so…— 

He explains carefully, the teen next to Y/n giving him the nasties look ever. He was about to speak, gripping his girl’s body until Y/n speak. 

— Believe me, I’m into you….well, she, she’s into you. — She said softly. 

— Babe, the kid’s right, why would you be into him? You only have good taste. — Miles kisses her cheeks as Y/N giggles.

— Gosh, Miles. I’m into you since we were ten. Don’t worry, este baboso didn’t notice it either.  — She said, rolling her eyes, you two are not that different. — She crosses her eyes, looking back at the chained Miles. — So yeah, she likes you. I would like you too, you’re cute.— She wink at him. 

Miles blush softly. 

— Ma…— Miles pushes Y/N against him again, his arms protective as he look bad at Miles. 

— Also, you’re totally into her too, if Y/n is as pretty as this one…—

— oh, she is. — Miles adds, unconsciously. 

— Well, in that case, You don’t know what you’re missing. — his voice was more directed to Y/n. He started to kiss her as the girl lit, trying to pull apart. 

Aaron just rolls his eyes, used to them. 

But Miles… simply stood there. 

Cause on the one hand. You had a crush on him for that long?

And in the other….geez, you look cute when you smile and your cheeks were blushed like that. 

…

E X T R A: 

Shit….shit! 

Gwen was taken back, not just because of the food at Mile’s party, but because of one girl that was looking at her the entire time. It makes her feel… nervous, a lot. The girl was just so pretty. Why was she looking at her? Should she ask Miles to present her to Gwen?

And then, she smiled, god! her smile was just so enchanting that Gwen was so nervous, she could feel melting on her stops. 

“Y/n…” her name will be grabbed on her mind. She said her name!

Well technically, she said Gwanda, but it was the same. And it sounded good in her accent. 

Yeah, Gwen develops a crush in the most award moment and with the most impossible person ever. But still, she catches a glimpse of Y/n's lovely face before going away from Mile’s building. 

She could think of her later. 

She got an anomaly to catch. 

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Thanks for reading, I'll probably make a second part...and another like. Side-storyline with Gwen.

I'm too lazy to traduce the spanich prases, sorry. But basically Y/n came from latin america and since she didn't knew english, she became friend with Miles <3

Leave a comment if you liked, a request or any anon message

Besitos a todo el mundo.

Truly yours, Astrid.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Mornings with Moche & Miguel (and Baby Rosalia)

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CEMICHE - Miguel O'hara x Inca-Spider Moche Huapaya

Mama Moche is a true Matriarch. And Miguel loves it.

The O'Hara-Huapaya Household can be a bit unconventional.

Raised in Earth 802 - a futuristic version of the Inca Empire, Moche's culture is known for having big families. My nana had 13 siblings. My father had 9.

Moche & Miguel have a sensible EIGHT.

And Miguel couldn't ask for more. (Literally. He can't take anymore, he's gonna lose his mind)

The Babies:

A daughter, two sets of twins - identical AND fraternal, and a trio of baby girls their babies are named - Rosalia, Diego & Mateo, Miguel Jr & Gabriel Jr, Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda aka Rosa, Di-O, Maddy, Junior, Riel, Bella, Cam, and Linda

[Below is more info on Moche, Miguel Rosalia, their babies and a little bit about their births.

This post is MEDIUM length. I'm gonna write another post soon on the kids' personality, futures, and Cemiche's parenting style

For more info on Moche and her culture, click here.]

Rosalia O'Hara-Huapaya

Their oldest - Rosalia - is the apple of Miguel's eye, and a little terror. Almost the exact opposite from Gabriella, Rosa is a loud, talkative, rambunctious tasmanian devil of a child (in the best way possible), and she enjoys playing in creeks, talking to Lyla, and rawr-ing at things. Born with Miguel's unstable DNA - paired with having a dual-universe coded DNA similar to Miles' - Rosalia (as well as all of their children) must take stabilizing shots, the same as their dad. Each child experiences the effects to a different degree. As a result, Rosalia possesses retractable fangs, red eyes and super strength, the same as her father. And as she grows older, Rosa even develops her own venom - one known for causing excruciating pain in addition to paralyzation. Conceived almost immediately after their marriage, Rosalia has always looked up to her dad. And although they have a complicated relationship for much of her life (mainly due to the fear of living in Gabriella's shadow), Rosalia and Miguel are extremely close, and extremely alike - Trained by her father at Spider HQ for most of her life, Rosalia one day grows up to be 'Viper' - a snake themed anti-hero.

Up-Bringing:

Raising their children in Moche's village back on 802 - Moche and Miguel's have a traditional and loving Quechua family with Moche as their mami and Miguel as their taita (dad in Quechua). Their kids speak Moche's native language - Quechua, and Spanish as their first languages (with English after that). And all of their kids were born in the traditional Quechua sense - homebirths with only Moche, and Miguel as her midwife. Being from a communal and communist culture, raising eight kids is a lot less hectic than it sounds, and it's not usual to have all the kids in one place unless it's night time. Different kids are integrated into different places in the community, with multiple people watching one or two kids at a time. [Ex: Miguel might take Rosalia and Diego with him to HQ, while Mateo stays at the Inti temple back on 802. MJ watches Miguel & Gabriel Jr., while Moche is at home with the triplets. After, Moche goes to the temple to get Mateo, and Miguel picks up the fraternal juniors on his way home from work.] With each kid affected by Miguel's mutated DNA, combined with having parents of two different universes, each of their eight kids experience a different level of effect and treatment. Trained by their mother and father as an elite unit, most of their kids goes on to be a hero, anti-hero, or agent in some capacity. Rosalia goes on to become the anti-hero, Viper. Diego & Mateo go on to become twin-heros Katari & Kuntur a.k.a Tari & Tur - Katari meaning 'Snake' (Diego), and Kuntur meaning 'Condor' (Mateo). The snake and condor being two sacred animals in Andean religion (symbolizing the underworld and overworld respectively) Miguel & Gabriel become experts in AI and multiverse technologies. Isabella becomes a healer - taking her mothers mantle as Avatar, gaining her powers comparable to Rosalia. Camilla & Valinda are not heros - Cam is a Boxer/Private Investigator & Valinda is a professional gymnast.

The Timeline:

Rosalia - their first - was conceived almost immediately after their wedding. Though having grown up an only child herself, Moche feared Rosalia being an only child, and Miguel agreed, so they tried for another. Diego & Mateo - their second and third - are identical twins. Miguel's first boys, and his first set of multiples. Having boys, plural, was definitely and adjustment, but everyday Miguel fell in love with being a dad more and more, even when the days got hectic. So when Moche accidentally got pregnant again - he thought 'What's one more, four's a good number.' When the village elder told them she'd be having twins again - boys again - Miguel didn't believe her. I mean, the mystic woman was reading coca leaves and river stones - so how much could she really know? A lot. Cause she was right. Miguel & Gabriel - their fourth and fifth - are fraternal twins. Named after Miguel and his late brother Gabriel, the two often go by 'Riel' and 'Junior'. Five kids. Five kids Miguel adores. But FIVE KIDS. ONE girl and FOUR BOYS. ALL CLOSE IN AGE (Like within 4/5 years of each other) ALL SUPER-POWERED. Miguel loves it - Miguel is EXHAUSTED. But they're like super-parents. And they finally have the family they want. But more than anything, Miguel wants one more girl - a sister for Rosalia. And with Rosalia not showing interest in the path of curandera (a healer) - they both figured, 'hey, why not ONE more'. One more was okay. Six was good - six was Miguel's LIMIT. And like - the chances of Moche having twins AGAIN is next to zero. So they agreed to try for one more. They went to the Inti temple together, to pray to Mama Allpa - the fertility god of Moche's people - for a daughter. Seeing the sincerity and desire in their hearts, Mama Allpa received their prayer - and gave them triplets. This time, Miguel believed the village elder. He passed out when he heard. Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda are identical triplet girls, their youngest (and LAST Miguel swears), bringing the total up to eight. Just like Moche wanted. She's very happy with this outcome. And so is Miguel.

Pregnancy:

Moche & Miguel pride themselves on having traditional Inca pregnancies, according to the traditions of her country. For the Incas, pregnancy was the ultimate test of marriage and commitment - with the husband expected the utmost attention and care to his wife. Needless to say, this is something Miguel loves - an excuse to treat his wife like a big softie. Usually a tough cookie and a workaholic, Miguel gets to act like his 4'11 warrior of a wife is a fragile, glowing queen for 9 months straight. Which, paired with Moche's pregnancy irritability can usually result in what Miguel likes to call 'Matriarch Moche'.

Having been through 4 pregnancies throughout their marriage, during this time Miguel often becomes Moche's caretaker - a role her village takes very seriously (they've got their eye on him). A time where a couple is almost inseparable, Moche & Miguel are no different. And it can extend to everything from making her meals to opening doors for her.

Unlike Jessica though, Moche does NOT do Inca-Spider stuff while pregnant. (Even Miguel was like 'yeah not happening')

And since her and Miguel are always together, that usually results in an irritable and hangry Moche padding around Miguel's lair barefoot with food court food while he does his usual work.

He'll continue his work of being boss and handling missions - while occassionally stop to dote over his wife he just wants to watch soap operas in peace.

The two usually trade responsibilities around this time - with Moche handling most of the Society administrative work, while Miguel handles most of the active mission work, and watching over her universe.

Usually a formidable fighter and a fiercely independent, Pregnancy one of the rare times Moche feels like she can put her self in someone else's hands - knowing that she should reserve her spiritual energy for her baby.

And Miguel is more than happy to oblige (most of the time).

Miguel: *Giving an mission briefing to the Spidey-teens* I need you all to FOCUS, I'm serious. Every detail of this mission must be followed to- Moche: *from Miguel's platform* Miguel, I'm getting heartburn. Also, I can't find the remote. Miguel:.....ask Lyla to change the channel. Moche:..Migggueeell, where's the garbage bag? I'm feeling the nausea again. Why did you give me queso? Eating that queso was a horrible idea- Lyla: Miguel, you better hustle. Last time she barfed on your desktop my server was out for 2 hours. Miguel:....*sighs* If you'll excuse me.. I- just a minute.

Birth:

All of the O'Hara-Huapaya children were born in the traditional Incan way - by their parents, with no extra assistance. In Moche's tradition, there is no midwife or doctor - that responsibility falls unto the husband, to educate himself and support the mother of his child. This is what Moche wanted, wanting the moment to be shared solely by them. Admittedly, the days leading up to Rosalia's birth were terrifying for Miguel, and he did exhaustive research. And as her husband, it was his responsibility to prepare the space for her, deliver the baby, and help ease her pain - with aid just a call away if they needed. Rosalia's birth was not an easy one, with Moche choosing to give birth in the upright position - but Rosalia is born healthy and safe, and Miguel doing so well, that they gave birth to the other seven just the same (thought with the triplets, it did require a little help, that's SO many babies). After the birth, Rosalia was bathed and dressed by her godparents (Asa & Jess) before spending the night with Miguel while Moche recovered. The morning after Moche was prepared by the Mamaconas to meet her daughter. Miguel and Moche love this - Moche feels like it helps her shoulder the responsibility of pregnancy, and their babies' health. And with Miguel directly involved with every step, it allows him to understand her and their baby on a deeper level. Although Miguel had only asked for one, the first night alone with Rosalia, he knew he wanted as many as Moche would give him.

About Moche's Maternity Outfit:

Moche's outfit takes inspiration from a number of actual Moche, Inca, or Quechua sources - including this outfit of a Moche girl from an exhibit in Peru.(left). Moche's forearm tattoos are also inspired directly from the tattoos found on The Lady of Cao - a mummy found in Peru. The Lady of Cao was thought to be a potential priestess or ruler - and as Moche holds the title of village healer, she has similar ink. Moche wears a headdress similar to a rising sun. As a Mamacona (priestess of The Sun God Inti), the sun holds a lot of significance for her. Moche wears the headdress throughout her pregnancy as a signal to others the 'rising of a new sun' - or rather the in-coming birth of her child. The sash at her waist is woven, and underneath embroidered with symbols in order to spiritually protect and shield the babies.

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 10

warnings- swearing, kissing, slight-teasing

words- 1.9k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... oh well

(I'm so sorry I've not done one of these in fucking ages but I've been so caught up in things and tomorrow is my sister birthday so this last week we've been doing things for her!)

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Bill's words stuck with me the whole day- what were we now? I didn't have a title for us and neither did Tom so we looked blankly "it's a bit early to tell yet" I spoke curling my lips between my teeth, Bill rolled his eyes and stood up heading to the front door

"well when you decide, tell me" and he left leaving me and his brother sat, Tom just smiled warmly to me, his arm hooked around my waist and we fell back into the seat his face finding it's way to the crook of my neck

"can we stay like this for a while" he spoke into my skin "you're so warm" I hummed a laugh while drawing shapes onto his shoulder "sorry that happened by the way..."

"it's okay" he breathed "I can't believe he found you" I giggled feeling a smile spread across Tom's lips "but I guess it's not to bad him knowing- it's if the press see or fans or just anyone besides a few close people" we sat cuddled up for a while, speaking small sentences and keeping each other warm and comforted until the time rolled around and Tom had to leave

"I'll call you tonight" we stood at the front door, arms wrapped around each others waist "you'll have to tell me about what you did for the rest of the day"

"well I could probably tell you right now- I'll be sat in my room reading a magazine then falling asleep, fun right?" the dreaded boy laughed pressing a kiss to my head

"thrilling- right I actually gotta go now, love you" I pulled his head and our lips connected, a hum of pleasure came from his lips "I fucking love that I can do this now" he kissed one last time before saying goodbye and running back to his own house, I shut my door and stood In the hall thinking over the last day- so much has happened

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"it was wonderful sweetheart! I didn't know you could cook so well" my dad grinned collecting all our plates "tasted just like nana's"

"well I thought I'd try it out as a surprise for you all coming home- what do you think Stella?" the little girl clapped her hands with a huge gummy smile across her sauce covered lips "good?"

"yeah!" she laughed as mom lifted her from her seat to clear her up "momma good?"

"it was, sunshine it was great! you'll have to cook more" I rolled my eyes playfully at my mother as she patted my shoulder walking by "right well I need to give Stell a bath- oh y/n could you do me a job, pop next door and ask if they have...oh whats the word?" my mom stood bouncing my sister on her hip

"your dress by any chance love?" my dad spoke pausing from washing the dishes

"yes yes! my yellow dress, tell Simone I'll pay her tomorrow" I nodded standing from my seat and grabbing my hoodie off the stairs, I grabbed my keys and went out, cutting across the lawn and jumping the wall over to their house, I went straight to the door and did my special knock, I herd a few shouts before a groan and the door flew open

"yeah- oh Y/n!" I saw Tom stood holding a bottle of coke in one hand and the door in the other "hey babe" he came out shutting the door behind him and pressing a kiss to my lips "what are you doing here?"

"hey I've come to get moms dress, that yellow one" he nodded re-opening the door and holding it for me, I walked in to see the Kaulitz's huddled round a table covered in monopoly "hello"

"Bill no you cant-hi sweets, you okay?" Simone asked coming over "wait let me guess- your mothers wedding dress? well wedding guest dress" I nodded "follow me" Tom smiled letting me follow his mom up the steps and him closely behind "it should be a better length now, if not tell her bring it back"

"it looks amazing, moms going to look beautiful- oh she told me to say she'll give you the money for it tomorrow" I watched Simone sigh giving the dress over

"your bloody mother- she's not paying me, I know she wouldn't make me pay. anyways; whats your dress like I herd it's a dark purple one right?" she asked sitting herself on her bed

"yeah it goes to my ankles, I have these black shoes to wear but the dress its self is like purple in one light then a blue shine? I guess you could call it that- kinda iridescent"

"you'll match Tom's tie! you two could go as a date" I turn to the boy who was already looking to me "Bill can take.. well I don't know" she trailed off as the two off us laughed at her words

"we could love" Tom elbowed my side and his moms eyes shot up "erm anyways- whats Stella wearing Y/n?" he tried to ignore his mothers gaze but I could already hear her words

"whats going on between you two?" she raised an eyebrow and a hot flush lay across my cheeks "Oh! I see- Bill was right then" she rubbed our shoulders then walked out with a small giggle

"right so mom now knows..." Tom huffed chewing his cheek

"its okay, I mean maybe its good? we said we'd only really let close friends and family know- bit earlier then we planned but" I rested a hand on his clenched one and felt him relax "it's gonna be okay"

"I love you Y/n" his free hand cupped my jaw bringing me close to him bar a few inches "so much" I pushed forward connecting our lips "fuck" he groaned arms moving to circle my body, his mouth moved down to my neck to my sweet spot

"Tom- no not there" I hummed trying push him away not that I didn't enjoy it, I was terrified his family would hear "To-ahh-Tom please" he pulled away with a smirk "such a idiot"

"aww" he purred tucking loose hair behind my ear "can't take it?"

"sure if you wanna think that but I'm going home now" I laughed trying to walk out the room but felt a hand grab my wrist "Tom!" he pulled me back jabbing his fingers into my side making laugh as it tickled "TOM STOP!" I cried falling to the floor throwing the dress to the side while trying to kick him away "STO-HAHA PLEASE STOP" He finally stopped helping me back up and kissing the corner of my mouth "fuck off being all lovely now- I'm going" I got the dress and walked out the room back down the stairs were Bill was giggling along with his mom

"okay Y/n" the black haired boy grinned

"goodbye" I walked out the house hearing the laughing begin again and I couldn't help but join in, I mean the whole thing was crazy I guess. I made it home giving the dress over and getting ready for bed as we had practice for a show soon and have to be there for 8 so I showered, shaved, did skin care, cleaned the bathroom and in no time it was 1:24am- I sat on my bed re-painting my nails before my phone started to ring saying Gustav "hm" I grabbed my cell and answered "Gus?"

"hellllooooo Y/n/n we need you're help especially Georg- he wants you" he sung

"huh! whats up with you?" the boy giggled before the phone was ripped from his hands "oh"

"hey Y/n" it was Georg "Give me the phone- erm sorry about that but ah... have you by any chance got time to come to..- Georg give me my fucking phone you asshole- I don't know the name.. okay its the bar by McDonalds and get me and Gustav?- Georg I.... I don't feel good- or get Tom to get us, we can't get a fucking cab and" Georg was interrupted by a heaving sound then splat "ON MY FUCKING SHOES YOU CUNT REALLY?" I began laughing "FUCK OFF OVER THERE- ima kill him"

I couldn't hold back my laugh hearing the angriness of the bassist "I'll get Tom to come get you because I don't drive yet but, I'll make the spare room up for you guys" a quick thanks was said before the line ended and I found Tom's number

"hey.. what's- whats up?" his voice was sleepy and I mean it was 1:30 almost

"hi so erm... Georg and Gustav need you to pick them up from the bar next to McDonalds- like now" I herd him groan but then the shuffling of bed sheets and his feet dragging

"I'll meet you in the car babe" I laughed but he was serious

"I'm not coming I need to get the spare room ready for the two"

"I'll be waiting" and he ended the call 'great'

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"this is fucking stupid- why couldn't you guys walk to Y/n's instead of making me get up as well and drive to get your asses?" Tom scolded as the two clambered into the back

"well it was Georg's idea, he wanted to see Y/n" I herd a slap then a shrub from the bassist "what?!"

"dickhead" Georg grumbled staring out into the black streets, I saw Tom's jaw become tight, eyes narrower

"just say it dude- come on" Gus whispered erring another punch

"say what?" Tom turned back as we stopped at a red light "what's gotta be said?" he looked deadly, the red hue from outside making his features more intimidating

"Tom" I called giving him a 'look' but he ignored it "leave it they're drunk" I spoke just quiet enough for him to hear

"nothing has to be said man- he's bringing up shit" Georg protested, the lights switched and the guitarist turned back around giving me an angry look

"can you just take us home now" I asked turning to him, his body tense, knuckles like white mountains on his hands

"I'll fucking find out"

we made it home and the two boys had to help Gustav into the bed, quietly I stood watching Tom tuck in the drummer with an annoyed frown "thanks for this Y/n" Georg smiled nudging me "I'm sorry for what that dick was saying- his on a hole different world I promise I didn't wanna see you.. No no not that but- tell you what" the brunette rubbed my arm gently before walking away into the room nodding at Tom before getting in the bed. me and Tom tip toed into my room, shutting the door silently

"what did he say to you?" he spoke perching himself on the edge of my bed, I stood between his legs playing with his loose dreads

"that Gus is on his own planet and he didn't want to see me, but not like in a rude way but he gave up talking to me and just went to bed" Tom huffed resting his head on my stomach "you were a bit angry earlier Kaulitz?"

"of course I would be- don't want anyone acting like that toward my girlfri-" he stopped himself looking up to me and I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face and nor could he "my girlfriend.. you... Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" I nodded whispering yes repeatedly "good" he spoke before our lips linked and I fell onto him, straddling him, his hands perched for a place to rest before getting comfy on my hips "love you baby"

"I love you too"

[dilftesbiggestfan]

more dante pookie hcs plz its rare to see dante stans

on it bro I’m giving u mys and diaries hcs cuz why not we gotta be more annoying like laurence stans

Mystreet:

he gets Gene gifts every Father’s Day since from his perspective he was the one who raised him alongside his mom and was the only father figure he had :,)

Has like 12 guitars (this isn’t over-exaggerating)

started dyeing his hair blue after freshman year of HS, his natural hair color is black

he was a late bloomer so he looked more feminine while the others looked masculine and were developing quickly, Nana thought he was adorable which is why she dated him also at some point Zenix thought he was a girl 💀 after 16 he started developing quickly and becoming more masculine till he finished puberty at 20

grew up in Nashville before moving to the city pdh is located in then he went to college in Spain then he moved to wherever Mystreet is (still haven’t decided but its the USA).

has a masters degree in engineering, and has a great paying job which makes it easier for him to travel a lot, he always takes Gene and his friends/family with him though, he hatessss travelling alone

ages gracefully currently he’s 34 in my rewrite and he still looks 24 same goes to gene (but Mystreet seasons 1 - 3 takes place in their early 20’s and mid 20’s; which is the past I know it’s confusing but so is my head so yeah. If ur wondering seasons 4 - 6 don’t exist and never will be canon to me :))

pretty masculine but still uses makeup and “women’s” perfume / skin care doesn’t care tho

cooks really well but he’s not the best because Laurence is and no one else can compete

when he was dating nana he learned Japanese for her and can speak around 80% of it, basically he can hold up a long conversation he can also speak other languages:

English (obviously, American accent)

French 65% Spanish (Mexican dialect cuz he’s Mexican)

(Spain dialect, he learned the European dialect first then worked his way up to Mexican dialect, he can switch between dialects easily)

he can also understand some Portuguese :)

very picky with fast food, he prefers healthy food but he does like pizza

really calm and chill (unlike his canon version) opposite to Travis who’s extremely chaotic and messy

long hair and refuses to cut it

Eventually he does dye his hair back to black in his 30s after feeling like he damaged it (thankfully he didn’t and won’t be balding like dilfte 😇)

Favourite band is Metallica

nerd when it comes to astrophysics and astronomy

only ex he’s in good terms with is nana who he dated for a while in HS before they decided to mutually split up (no he never dated Nicole I hate that ship)

MCD:

Loves wolves and tames them he treats them like puppies even though they can rip apart peoples flesh :3

is 7’2… …. ..

insanely beefed up because bro ran a village all by himself for 15 years and trained hard everyday also he canonically beat both laurence and garroth in a fight after the timeskip he’s a beast

ambidextrous and can use both arms efficiently when it comes to combat and fighting

Dilfte rarely shows his face like how Garroth used to wear his helmet back in s1? it’s like that

Extremely gentle and cautious with his wife and kids because of his size

has 7 kids including Dmitri and naoki (so 5 other kids) yeah he been busy

in s2 he’s in his early/mid 30s but in s3 of MCD and afterwards he’s in his early/mid 40s

Still madly in love with his wife and still in that honeymoon stage

Unlike Nicole he let Dmitri pick who he wanted to live with and Dmitri chose Dilfte and Nana

Wraps injured people up in his cape and carries them in it

physically very strong slightly above garroth (if we’re counting physical strength and not magic)

as intimidating as he looks he’s super sweet and wouldn’t hurt a fly

likes to go on picnics with his kids and wife

Extremely supportive of his kids and very progressive (keep in mind this is the medieval ages so it was rare)

finds lizards intimidating

bisexual but he doesn’t know what it means all he knows is women and men are both hot

Moved on “quickly” from Nicole because they already were unhappy and distant before breaking up, for months he thought they’d break up the next day so he spent that time wallowing and grieving their relationship until she broke the news to him and left him alone, then he moved on with Nana 2 months later. Which isn’t even quick if we’re being historically accurate.

limits drinking and refuses drinking around any kids, not that he’d go crazy and hurt anyone but still he’s extremely cautious.

Dilfte is probably the only dad who wants his kids to surpass him in the series 💀 he’s very proud of them no matter what though

long hair he puts it up usually (balding and short haired dilfte/dante ur dead to me.)

beard

Still tried to talk to Gene using the amulet even after the incident, Gene would always listen but never respond.

thanks for fuelling the hyperfixation

[callsigndragon]

Make it Spicy | 17. the call (written)

Warnings: idiots in live

word count: 1k

A/N:there's only three chapters left aaaa :(

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You unlock Mickey’s number, and it only takes him a few seconds to call you. He has never called you before, and you had agreed on not sending videos or audios, or calling each other. It kept the magic of not knowing who the person was on the other side of the phone. It was special. 

You should have called each other earlier... So all this mess could have been avoided. 

You swipe the button, accepting the call, and press the phone to your ear. 

“Hey,” he whispers at the other end of the line. 

“It's... weird to hear your voice without you yelling at me or my Nana," you mumble, wrapping an arm around your legs, bringing them close to your chest.

"I'm so sorry for all the things I've said to you and your grandma. I went to her restaurant this afternoon, but it was closed." 

"Oh, yeah. She closes one day every week, so all of her workers can have two days off every week. Sundays and another day. It changes each week." You explain it to him, moving your fingers over the seam of your pants. 

"That's really nice," he says, speaking a bit louder than before. "Pepper, I was an idiot." 

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a bit overwhelmed by this whole situation. You don't want to cry again. "I tried to talk with you, but… you blocked me." 

"And I'll never forgive myself for that," he adds quickly, feeling horrible about his actions. "I was… so mad. All I could think is that you, Susie’s granddaughter, were my Pepper." 

“And was it so bad that I was your Pepper?” You ask, feeling your throat close due to the lump of emotions. 

“I thought so at first, but then I realized that it was the best thing that could have happened to me.” You swear that he’s smiling right now. 

“Why?” 

“Because you live in my city, really close to me, you’re really who you said you were: a chef. And you have been telling the truth all this time!” 

You scoff, lying down on your bed. “You thought I was lying?” 

“Ninety percent of the people who fall in love on the internet end up finding out that they were lied to, and that the other person was catfishing.” He explains, and you know he’s right. That’s why you wanted to see a picture of him before agreeing to be more. “And that was my biggest fear.” 

“Neither of us was catfishing,” you say, smiling a bit at the idea of being completely truthful with each other. 

“Yeah, we didn’t.” 

“But one of us was an idiot.” 

“Amor, I wasn’t the only one that talked about blocking.” His voice sounds more lightweight, as if he had noticed the subtle change in the tone of the conversation. 

“I like when you call me that.” You admit, biting your lip. 

“Amor?” 

“Yeah… It means love, right?” 

“Yes, it means love.” 

“Sounds better in Spanish, though.” 

“A lot of things sound better in Spanish.” You hear him shifting in his bed, maybe adjusting his position to be more comfortable. 

“Like what? Tell me some examples.” 

“Hmmm… Lo siento. It means ‘I’m sorry’” 

“Huh, that’s cool.” 

“Then there’s perdóname. It means ‘forgive me’” 

You chuckle, realizing the intentions behind his choice of words. “Go on.” 

“And then there’s te amo.” 

You feel your whole face heating up at the way he pronounces the last words. The soft, husky voice whispering such a confession in your ear... You kind of wish he was there to say it face to face. 

“I think I know what that one means.” 

“Yeah?” He keeps using the same tone, and you know that if you were standing right now, your knees would be weak. “What does it mean?” 

“I love you.” You reply, hugging your pillow and wishing it was him instead. 

“I love you too, Peps.” 

You get up from the bed, shocked by how he twisted your words. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Don’t lie to yourself, you love me.” 

“Well yeah, but I was saying—” You stop talking when you hear him laugh. “Smooth, Garcia. Really smooth.” 

He laughs, and you marvel at the beautiful sound. “How much do I have to grovel so you can forgive me?” 

“You said sorry a lot of times already. And you tried to apologize to my grandma, too.” 

“I’ll be there tomorrow as soon as she opens the door.” He promises, and you believe him. 

“Apologize to her, and cook for me those super special tamales you always talk about.” 

“They’re spicy, and the last time you tried one of my spicy recipes, you ended throwing up.” He recalls, making you roll your eyes. 

“It was one time, Miguel.”

He laughs out loud, remembering the dozens of messages you sent him while trying to overcome the pain of that spicy recipe. “And somehow you ended up with Pepper as a nickname.” 

“Because you won’t ever let me live it down!” 

“Never.”

You stop for a second, thinking about how he has made you laugh in only a few minutes, making you forget how mad you were with him. “Mickey, I forgive you.”

“Don’t. Not yet. Let me earn it.” 

“But—” 

“Not yet,” he repeats. “Please.” 

“Okay. I'll take it back, then.” You pause, relishing the comfortable silence. “I missed you.” 

“I’ve missed you too, amor.” He sighs, and then, when you are sure that he’s going to hang up, he says. “Have you seen the Barbie movie trailer?” 

“OH MY GOD, YES! I have so many things to comment on.” 

“I have time.” 

And that’s how you spent hours talking about a movie trailer. Hours. 

Maybe it’s not about the movie... It’s just that you don’t want to hang up. You want to talk to him for hours. 

You two only stop talking when you end up falling asleep, Mickey calls your name softly a few times, and only hangs up when the only thing he can hear from the other side are your soft snores. He chuckles, and whispers good night before hanging up.

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[knowlesian]

tiny beat of the day i am now going to spiral over forever: the way olu doesn’t need to answer when jim asks him if they can just go back to letting olu speak for them.

on one level, i’m just sort of always quietly dying over the level of trust jim places in olu and what that means, given how generally guarded they are: they don’t tell olu things like their favorite color or where they’re from until forced, but they trusted olu to understand exactly what they would want said and then say it for them.

because olu could choose to be a real jerk about this at any point! and jim would have no choice but to shut up and deal or risk blowing their cover. there is an astronomical level of trust flowing between them.

instead: olu respects that trust, never takes advantage of it, and just always knows exactly what jim wants said, because he knows jim. (picking up that thematic thread again by olu speaking spanish, once jim is speaking for themselves again: fucking perfect.)

but this flips the dynamic. jim asks, and olu doesn't need to answer: he just gives them a smile so sweet it’s honestly weapons grade and a little nose scrunch. i know on the surface it’s a gimme, and not exactly a complicated ‘nah, you got this’ to work out, but on a thematic level and an emotional one this is fucking gold.

because yeah, on one level olu is just confirming the thing jim already knows. on another, he’s saying: you don’t need me to do that, anymore. i was so happy to stand in when you needed that space to hide in ways both literal and metaphorical and have someone else speak for you, but the goal was never to keep you reliant on my voice forever. the goal was to find you yours, and i am over the fucking moon to see you not need me on this anymore. 

olu looks at a jim who is now free to start changing and growing and expressing their inner thoughts on their own without his constant and direct assistance and feels nothing but joy. no jealousy, no fear of being left behind. 

just: this is my beloved, and this is my friend. look at them fucking go.

discomfort in a married state is the fucking opposite of olu and jim’s textual basically married state, rubber-stamped by nana and all. they are all comfort, and all honesty.

it’s really fucking cool. (also, vico and samson are just. jesus. L O R D. the levels of collective hot in that relationship: also weapons grade.)

[luvly-writer]

"But oh..cara mia"

Ch. 6: There is love there

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warning: Fear toxin

Author's note: Genuinly, would love some feedback, how have you guys enjoyed the first five chapters? How are you guys liking the story so far?

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00

Series Masterlist:

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The following weeks were interesting for everyone else. Now that everyone had context of the situation, the infatuation the two of them had with each other was even more obvious to see.

First, it was Duke. He was having his weekly scanning when Dick bust down the door of Yn's laboratory, smiling sheepishly at her. Yn was behind the computer looking at Duke's vitals after he had accidentally hurt himself with his own powers. She looks up, glasses sliding down a bit, sees him, and lets out an annoyed groan. "Richard, this better not be another visit because you opened the stitches of your suit again after I told you to use the red one whilst the microbots worked their magic," she says, looking back at her desktop. Duke looked back at Dick, who for a second seemed lost in thought just looking at her. He recovered quickly and smiled bashfully, "I forgot?" he answered and she huffed a small laugh, "Are you asking me?" Dick shakes his head and answers no. Yn quickly tells him to put on the suit to see where the damage was again and how she could fix it. This was the third time Dick came for the same thing. Dick left to go wear his suit and Yn walked towards Duke. She assured him that it was just a small mishap since he is still learning about his powers and advised him to be more careful next time. Finally, Dick arrived and Yn told him to change places with Duke at the center of the lab. Duke stayed behind, wanting to observe how the two of them acted when not many people were around. The cut in Dick's suit was about his left pec, above his heart. Duke observed Dick carefully and saw how his eyes brightened when the girl paid attention to him and how they soften when she got closer to examine the cut. Dick looked mesmerized by her, the textbook definition of lovestruck. She began murmuring to herself and he started laughing. "You are speaking in Spanish again, Yn. How am I supposed to understand what you are saying?". The girl looked at him unimpressed and he flashed a charming smile at her, making her roll her eyes and get back to work. Now, changing to speaking Greek. Dick looked at her in disbelief and said, "You are the living example of pettiness, you know that right?" and the girl walked away smiling slightly. Duke watched the interaction. She kept on speaking in Greek, annoying Dick to no end, a playful hint in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Dick would deadpan and huff another complaint about how she wasn't cooperating and she would smirk and answer in Greek. Duke started to laugh seeing them bickering, finding amusement in how she could get under his skin so easily. Finally, Yn spoke in English, "This is the last time I will fix your suit if you keep on ignoring my instructions, pigeon boy." She walked towards him with a needle and macrobiotic thread. She told him to stay still and began fixing the hole, Dick huffed a response, "First of all, it's Nightwing" he said staring down at her and she retorts, "yes, as you never fail to remind us." Ignoring her comment, he continues, "Secon of all, I'm sorry, I get impatient. You know blue looks better than red on me. It highlights my eyes, OUCH YN!" He yelped when the girl she teasingly pinched him with the needle and glared down at her. "Done," she said backing away and smirking up at him, "Considering you wear a mask, Grayson, what difference does it make?" she finally answered and he rolled his eyes. Knowing she won this fight, she walks back to her desk and sits down. Dick starts to walk away, Duke following him when they hear her say, "A week without the blue one, Richard, I am not kidding, or else you'll fight in red for the rest of your life." Dick rolled his eyes and mocked her childishly, making Duke laugh at their antics. Yeah, there definitely was love there.

Then, it was Stephanie and Cass who noticed how obvious those two actually were. They had decided to take a break and go to one of the parks near the manor. The girls were all laying down on a blanket on the floor, talking about their outfits for the upcoming gala and planning to go shopping for the dresses together. The boys were throwing around a football and Damian was playing with Titus "I wanna try something different," said Steph looking at her nails and Barbara laughed, "Steph you always say that and always end up in different variations of the color purple" making the rest laugh except for Steph who pouted at her and retorted, "It's not my fault, purple is superior" which made the girls laugh even harder. "You know Babs, you should go in green this year, kind of a Poison Ivy maneater moment. You know? Would look great with your red hair," said Yn, and Barbara thought for a moment, and was about to answer when... "LOOK OUT!" A frisbee was going straight for Yn and if she hadn't moved out in time, it would have hit her straight in the face. Some guys were playing close to them and one miscalculated his throw. The guys stopped for a second to see what was going on in case the girls were in trouble. Yn stood up and retrieved the frisbee, handing it back to a VERY cute guy that came to look for it. "Here you go, careful next time, you almost blew my face off," she said and the guy laughed. "Well, I'll definitely be next time, wouldn't want to hurt such a pretty face" he flirted back making Yn smile. He began to make conversation but his friends called him out so that he'd return to the game. "Soooo, by any chance, I could get your number? Maybe a date?" he said and Yn went to get her phone. They exchanged numbers and he promised to text her as he walked toward his friends. The girls looked at Yn and whooped for her newly made friend, making the boys laugh and Yn blush. During this whole exchange, Stephanie and Cass watched Dick carefully. The moment the guy began talking to her, Dick slyly watched them like a hawk. The more Yn laughed at what he said, the more his jaw became tighter. He returned to the game, but would still keep an eye on her. Cass and Steph exchanged looks. Dick Grayson was jealous. They saw him squeeze the ball a bit tighter and throw it with more force. When Tim caught it, Jason and he exchanged knowing looks. Dick Grayson was jealous that someone made a move on her. What a sight! Cass discretely signed at Steph, "If he is mad, why won't he do anything about it?" Steph shrugged her shoulders and answered, "No idea, Cass". They knew there was love there.

Next, was Tim. Yn was berating him for his lack of sleep in the last weeks. She was using her big sister voice and Tim was left to helplessly look at her with sad puppy eyes. "Tim, I know being CEO and Red Robin is important to you, but your well-being is important to me. You need to get some rest. I swear, I will make my cousins stop sending you Puerto Rican coffee if you won't at least get 5 hours of rest each night!" Tim's eyes widened. He loved that coffee and because of that he turned off the batcomputer and promised to get more sleep. Yn let out a soft sigh of relief and brought him for a tight hug. Reveling in his older sister's embrace and affection, Tim hardly processed Dick entering the Batcave. She let him go and he begins to walk towards the stairs when he hears Dick tell her, "That should also apply to you, you know?" Tim hides, making sure to stay out of both of their eye sights. Yn turned to look at him, not amused. She crossed her arms and waited for him to continue talking, cause he ALWAYS had something else to say. "You shouldn't be fucking yourself up at our expense" he continued. Tim was able to deduce the underlying tones of his words. Concern and care. "And why should I listen to you?" she said, annoyed that he once again was insisting on this for the third time that week. "Because if you aren't rested, you won't be in the correct state of mind to actually do your job well. We can't have you fucking up knowing damn well you are the one that is in charge of our vitals." He responded with a dry tone. 'Hiding your feelings much, Dick?' thought Tim. Yn rolled her eyes and moved on to clean up her workstation. "I'll be fine, Richard, I always am" she answered giving her back to him. Tim observed Dick, even more, seeing how he would act when she wasn't looking at him. His facade fell and he looked at her fondly. Softening his voice, he finally said, "Just get some rest....please, we wouldn't want you hurting yourself" and he left. He definitely cared about her. Yn turned around and watched him leave. Her face softened and her eyes saddened. She finished cleaning up and turned off the lights, closing off for the night. Huh? So she followed his advice. Tim had gotten to a conclusion. There was was love there.

Finally, Damian was able to see them as they were. Unlike the others, this wasn't a moment of soft looks, raging jealousy, or unspoken care. This was raw emotion. Riddler's recent torments were proving difficult to crack and the entire family was stressed. It had been a terrible week and everyone was moody and feeling shitty as fuck. It was a hands on deck situation and Calvary had made an appearance. Damian was able to see her fighting in person and respect was little compared to what he felt right now. Her formation was excellent and her precision was wonderful. Aside from that, everyone was able to see that when they weren't arguing, Calvary and Nightwing were a force to be reckoned with. Originally, she didn't want to get on the mission, comfortable with managing the comns, yet the moment she heard both Jason and Dick were cornered and no one was around to help, she sprung into action. They underestimated Riddler. He had formed an alliance with Scarecrow and had injected makeshift fear toxins into a few of his riddles. The very same riddles Dick and Jason found themselves in the room trying to solve. Yn got there quickly, trying to disarm the riddles before it was too late. The toxins had been injected into a smoke machine and unfortunately, it had begun to spray. Yn was working desperately. She couldn't let either of them get harmed. Some of the others had finally finished disarming their riddles across the city and were on their way to them. Finally, Yn was able to break the machine from the inside and stop the smoke. She stood up anxiously and saw the door open. Jason was carrying a twitching Dick. Because of his helmet, the toxin didn't get to affect him in time, but because Dick wasn't wearing anything aside from his face mask, he got hit really bad. "We have to get to the cave as soon as we can!" He said just as Bruce arrived. They strapped him to the seat of the Batmobile and headed towards their bikes. Making their ways towards the manor as fast as they could.

When they got there, Dick was already trashing in one of the beds at the med bay. Yn assigned Alfred to take a sample of his blood and bring it to her. They needed to know if this was the same fear toxin as always or a new one in order to help him. "GO AWAY! I WON'T BE YOU SLAVE!" screamed Dick as Alfred neared him. Jason and Bruce held him down by his arms and legs so that Alfred could work. "FUCK OFF, SLADE!" he screamed again and Yn looked up at him alarmed...oh no...Alfred finally brought back the sample and she began to work on it as fast as she could. She was too busy stressing over it to see the others arrive. "Slade, STOP NO NO NO STOP" he begged, voice cracking under the strain of too much emotion. Finally, the sample matched and it resulted in the same formula as always. "INSERT IT! IT IS THE SAME FORMULA!" She screamed desperately, and Jason took the antidote tube and injected it into Dick. "You...you aren't real" huffed Dick out before passing out. Yn ran over to the table. Looking down at him, she began to breathe heavily, the name bringing back horrible memories. "You okay, Y," asked Barbara pulling her away from Dick. Yn tugged her hand away from Barbara's hold and looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't used her colors in a long time...and it brought back memories...memories of Slade she wanted to keep buried. She ran towards the changing room almost ripping her suit off her and took a shower. Scrubbing her skin so hard it was almost red. Everyone stayed silent for the rest of the night. Having witnessed Dick's episode and Yn's reaction to it, no one knew what to say. It was a heavy night.

The next day, everyone else gathered around Dick asking how he was. It was the first time they had seen an episode so strong from Dick, so you could tell most were shocked. Yn decided to stay and examine the extract of the toxin they had taken out of Dick's blood. "It has the same variations and properties, but something is off..." she murmured. Then she heard it, "why sHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU, GRAYSON! You were just a circus freak! You haven't died, you weren't trained from birth, and you aren't a meta or a prodigy SO WHY? Why should I listen to you berate me over something meaningless!" Damian screamed. She ran out of her lab and saw it. The empty look in Dick's eyes. One she knew VERY well. One that hid so much anger that it went beyond consideration for the words that would come out. "But you see, Damian, I do know. I may have not been born a fighter, but I was crafted by the burn of my survival! A good part of my skill comes from practice. The rest? From the attempts of destruction to my soul. And just because you don't deem me worthy enough to take my words into consideration, doesn't make them any less true. You were reckless and that fucked the entire mission." Dick seethed between tight teeth. There it was, the side effect. Raw unrepressed emotional lash out. Normally, Dick wouldn't say it so harshly but the fear toxin had already influenced his system. They still had to wait a few hours for it to go down and finally leave him. Damian tensed up. Jason's eyes widened he hadn't heard Dick be like that in years. Tim's back straightened. He knew that side of Dick; he had grown familiar with it after Jason's death. Bruce felt his heart drop, "He hasn't been like that in years..." he whispered to Alfred who nodded in agreeance. Barbara exchanged looks with Yn and Yn nodded. Damian spoke up, "What has got into Grayson?! I sho-" "No." Yn interrupted him and everyone looked at her. She was looking at the place where Dick disappeared, "I'll go" she said and Damian looked at Bruce, who nodded at her. She left to go find Dick. "Worry not, master Bruce, she is here," said Alfred, and both he and Bruce exchanged Knowing glances. Yn would be there to soothe Dick's pain like she always was. Damian finally saw it. She was the only one that had been at the receiving end of Dick's anger the most, but she was also the one who had seen him be the most vulnerable. She was the key to his peace. Oh, there was definitely love between them, whether they were aware of it or not.

[hoperays-song]

Ok, last random assorted headcanons before a big surprise!

Ryan was born and raised in Redshore and currently lives with his mom, step mom, and two baby sisters who are named Lila, Ellie, Amy, and Bella (in that order).

When Johnny is tired, stressed, or dealing with a lot of emotions, he will subconsciously switch to speaking Hindi instead of English because his mother taught him it as a baby and it makes him feel closer to her.

Buster wears a binder and is horrible at remembering to take it off to the point Rosita has numerous alarms on her phone to remind him.

Eddie was running the theatre while taking night classes during Sing 2 so the troupe could go to Redshore and not leave anyone behind.

Nana and Clay have been friends for years due to performing a few times together and at the same events when they were young.

Marcus does not understand like 90% of any of the music or theatre references Johnny makes, like not even close to understanding. He is pure confusion.

Meena makes birthday cakes for all the members of the troupe and will also bake things for holidays people celebrate, completely unprompted. She has a list of everyone's favourite flavors and everything.

Ash and Rosita talk to each other in Spanish a lot as they are the only two members of the troupe who are fluent in it. This also makes them the only members of the troupe to have someone else there speak the same non-english language as them.

Gunter, despite having a German accent, is Finnish. The only reason his accent is German when he speaks English is he learned English when he was living in Germany for work.

[zyx]

mingyu clowning joshua on that interview for saying he speaks spanish BUT watching nana tour josh keeps pronouncing italians words like spanish hduejdjfjf MI GENTE LATINOOOOO

[gentrychild]

Do you have any silly little Nana headcanons?

*cracks knuckles*

is Inko's bio mom.

is addicted to caffeine.

was extremely oblivious to people's crushes on her and several confessions flew over her head.

threw a fire extinguisher at AFO's face before she had OFA. To this day, AFO didn't know it was her.

Would have been an okay cook if she wasn't quite so... innovative.

Once put three eggs in a bowl and microwaved the whole thing in the hope of creating a new recipe where eggs are cooked faster. Kotaro and Gran Torino survived, but the micro wave, the bowl and her dignity didn't.

After her husband died, she felt into depression and couldn't use Float correctly. She had to see a therapist/grief counselor to get better.

Not a morning person.

She snore. Her husband found it cute. But seriously, it was so bad that Gran Torino would yell "EARTHQUAKE!" at full lungs to wake her up.

Dresses pretty much like Izuku, in shorts and silly tee-shirts, when she is lounging at home.

The first time she technically met Gran Torino was while he was asking for back-up as he was trying to wrangle a group of very drunk and very naked people. She was sitting at the terrace on a café (in civilian clothes, of course) and not only did she not help but she pretended not to speak Japanese. The second time, she was in costume and Gran Torino recognized her because her horrible Spanish accent was branded in his memories.

Has worked in retail.

She celebrated everything. Every little victory, every celebrations, out to be enjoyed, even if it was just a cupcake in the middle of the worst situation you had ever seen. Gran Torino and Toshinori didn't have the right not to celebrate their birthdays. When Toshinori entered UA, they had several celebration a week. It got so bad that Nana celebrated every high mark.

Gave excellent hugs.

Great drinker.

Would sometimes poke her head in the room of Gran Torino/Toshinori/anyone she loves and make sure they were still breathing. Toshinori almost had a heart attack the first five times she did that.

[deathsmallcaps]

Blue beetle spoilers. And spoilers for Macario (1960)

There’s plenty of articles out there already with this info but these are my thoughts.

Ok I just saw Blue Beetle and I’m in love with Xolo Maridueña!!! His character Jaime Reyes is so enthusiastic and loves his family and ultimately kind. And he has sweet eyes XD. It’s really cool he got the role because of his martial arts skills.

Harvey Guillén is in there! He plays another character with the same last name, de la Cruz, so maybe we can jokingly have crossovers in this universe with What we do in the Shadows. Blade (admittedly Marvel but still) is semi-canon already. (I didn’t catch the entirety of his real name sorry, just definitely the end.)(idk if Guillermo de la Cruz is his full name or if his name was shuffled around/inaccurately represented due to USian naming customs)

I loved George Lopez as Uncle Rudy. He rocks the kookiness!

Nana was hella cool. Between her implied revolutionary backstory (she hates Imperialists! The way she pulls out her braids when it’s time to attack makes me think that she was part of a pro-Mexico or maybe pro-Indigenous force back in the day) and Ignacio’s backstory (his mother, his only family, murdered in a ‘anti-communist’ attack in Guatemala, and then he was sent to ‘Escuela de las Americas’, a USA funded ‘school’ that basically churned out child soldiers and later adult destabilizers sent out to disrupt Latin America in the name of USian interests (its still in operation), and then he was experimented upon by the very people that ruined his life (a la the Tuskegee Airmen Experiment) really speaks to the racism and imperialism that affects the family in the movie and many people face today (preaching to the choir I know). The fight ain’t over.

(First link is in spanish, second link is the English Wikipedia page)

I appreciate that a good half of Jaime’s family were not in the US legally. The constant terror and unwillingness to seek help for fear of attention was quite palpable, and I think really adds to the idea that superheroes are supposed to make sure ALL people live safely and happily - legality should not contradict human rights. And hell, even though they were in the USA, their home was still threatened - by gentrification!

The poor Dad’s death is sadly not an uncommon phenomenon. Many immigrants, but especially undocumented ones, work themselves to the bone, both physically and emotionally. Poverty and instability kill more than any capitalist would ever like to acknowledge. And yet Alberto still found it in his heart to be kind whenever possible. I really respect that. And I think his kindness inspired Rocio (the mom, who is totally cool) and Milagro (sister) to keep on after his death.

The body horror aspects were interesting, for both Jaime and Ignacio Caripax. I hope they lean into that in later works.

But what really caught my eye was the cave of candles that appeared twice in the story. There’s a European story, Godfather Death, about a godchild of the personification of death who gets given the power to heal, and ultimately (in some people’s views) wastes it in greed and/or love. He gets to watch his life, represented as a candle, blow out. However, in Spanish, death is a feminine concept, and so Death is a godmother in that situation. Godmother Death* is thus a common story in Latin America too, but especially in Mexico and Guatemala, where Maya beliefs mixed with Catholic ones.

It turns out, the creators wanted to bring in some Latine magical realism and reference the classic Mexican film, **Macario, which is based on a novel based on a local legend that was likely based on La Madrina Muerte. I’ve ordered the book, lol, and will watch the movie soon. I’m quite excited to see it.

I found it quite interesting that Jaime’s acceptance of Khaji Da and the Macario/Madrina Muerte scene happened really close to each other. In a way, he chose compromise to continue with life, as opposed to Macario’s/the Godson’s stubbornness which lead to their deaths. His willingness to work with Khaji Da (scarabs are symbols of rebirth btw) shows a willingness to work with his place in the life and death cycle, and the Madrina Muerte themes showcase his interest in alleviating suffering***.

In any case, if you have money for a ticket, I highly suggest going to see Blue Beetle! It’s totally worth it.

*La Madrina Muerte, in Spanish. I’ve been somewhat obsessed with it since I was a preteen, as I came across the Spanish version translated to English first. My tumblr name is *somewhat* related lol.

I was somewhat inspired by La Calavera Catrina art, Santa Muerte and the Grim Reaper when I drew this.

**for some reason tumblr has decided that two links is quite enough for this post. Sometimes it just doesn’t let me add more links? Or copy/paste!!? Anyway if you’d like to read a more knowledgeable article about the relationship between the two films, look up ‘macario blue beetle’ & then an article by slashfilm will appear.

***In the legend, the godson is given a plant, a potion, or just the power to heal. But he must abide by Death’s position by the bed of the afflicted person. If death is at the foot of the bed, then they were meant to live, and he gets to take away their suffering and cure them entirely. But if Death stood by the head of the bed, then the person was meant to die soon, and so the Godson had to leave them be. In either case, Death prefers to end suffering - through complete healing or a cessation of life. However, Jaime makes sure (when he can) to help people live and be able to choose what to do with their life (like in the case of Ignacio). And Khaji Da respects that.

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: ted lasso from 2x02 to 2x05

jamie’s such an asshole 😭

“…oh.” skfjgjvjfjs

the sad music playing in this jamie scene is taking me out

i hate jane, beard deserves so much better

maybe frank sinatra was the problem

nate and his asshole attitude is getting really old

“why’s it smell like my nana’s house in here?” i don’t know why but the line delivery is sending me

“you ain’t even speaking spanish” CACKLING

“evidently she doesn’t eat sugar” “what a fucking asshole” 😭😭

the littles being absolutely thrilled when roy swears is so funny

we all have our kinks i guess skfjgkvkns

“when it sucks and i hate it, i’m gonna hire a bunch of children to follow you around and scream ‘told you so, told you so.’ for centuries” “i look forward to the attention” i love keeley 😭

“old people are so wise. they’re like tall yodas” WHATKGKFJFJS

dani finding it funny that ted and jamie look like they’re sitting in the guys hand while everyone else is upset is so on brand 😭

jamie better get on his hands and knees and beg sam to forgive him, that’s all i know.

sam is so precious, i freaking love him

higgins keeps showing up in the most random places 😭 someone get that man an office

nate talking about how jamie being back would ruin morale by belittling everyone then having him immediately doing it to will was such a smart move

ted got through to dr fieldstone 🥹 i knew she’d grow to love him eventually

oh shit, this is gonna be a disaster

- 2x03

sassy!! i’m so glad she’s back

“you finished on my-“ YELLING

“did he talk like that-“ “the whole time. and so eager to please. it was fabulous.” 😭

genuinely forgot about their hookup til now

“uncle roy, can we have ice cream for dinner?” “no, that’s dumb” “you’re right, thank you for helping me set boundaries” pls

“wow, she really loves you” “i know, it’s fucking annoying” 😭

i really hope we see more of rebecca and nora’s relationship, i’m loving it so far

nora being a sam girlie is so real of her

what the fuck did i just witness?!76(;;$(85&

“charles edgar cheeserton the 3rd” wake up babe new chuck e. cheese name just dropped

“sincerely, boss ass bitch” this whole scene has me in tears

“jamie tartt is a muppet and i hope he dies of the incurable disease of being a little bitch” that’s actually a really good insult 😭

so proud of sam!!

that entire scene with the tape was so powerful

IT’S ABOUT SUPPORTING YOUR TEAMMATES EVEN IF IT MAKES OTHERS UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!

THEY’RE A FAMILY 🥹

- 2x04

colin and moe aww

i’m not gonna lie, this look is really doing it for me

did jamie just bless HIMSELF??? 😭😭

keeley sticking her tongue straight into the chocolate fountain was sooo me coded

God, it’s me again-

a mini dartboard 🥹 henry is so precious

ted is all alone :(

“i think you might be dying” FUCKFKGJFJDJS

“i brought friend chicken!” “is that a christmas tradition in holland?” “no :D” 😭

“i just walked into your neighbors house! oh my God” idk why but this ep is making me lose it

“let’s get drunk!” pls he sounds so happy

rebecca’s look of disbelief at ted being called a wanker dkfjgjgjs

that nerf scene I’M CRYING

“mom! there are two white people at the door and they’re smiling!” BYE

the guy wanting a selfie with keeley instead of roy skfjfjsdjgkd REAL 😭

PLEASE

losing it at dani and mrs higgins drinking together, they looked so happy skdjgjvkd

ted and rebecca spending christmas together and delivering presents to kids 🥹

“you want me to drive?” “the…steering wheel is on the other side” “right, i’m the one with the accent here” 😭

NOT THE LOVE ACTUALLY REENACTMENT

THIS IS SO SWEET

i love rebecca’s voice so much

this was such definitely my fave ep so far and i desperately need a holiday episode every season

- 2x05

ted laughing when nate said he’d talk to isaac was fucked up but so funny

“so can i like give this back to you and you give me cash? is that a thing or…?” “no.” lmfao

“i don’t drink coffe, my mother says i was born caffeinated” she’s not wrong 😭

nate is taking hit after hit this episode and i can’t even feel bad for him after how he’s treated will

God, i love the way higgins talks about julie 🥹

alright, who wrote ‘yum’ on roys picture? cause i know it wasn’t him lmao

i don’t care if it was just brett almost breaking character, i’m gonna believe that there was a slight smile on roys face cause he was happy to see ted

“you’d look well fit with pigtails” “i do 😁” petition for rebecca to wear pigtails at least once before the show ends…for science.

roy asking ted if he did alright with coaching isaac is something that can be so personal

isaac stopping in the middle of the game to tie that girls shoe just made me love him more

roys reluctant friendship with ted is everything

when harry met sally 😭

every time i believe i can’t love roy more than i already do he goes and proves me wrong

roy seeing the impact he had on isaac 🥹

HIGGINS AND JULIA ARE SO CUTE

keeley looks so proud of roy aw

don’t know if i’ve said this before but isaac has such a beautiful smile

“shut up. just shut up. you had me at ‘coach’” and if i said this is the funniest show on television?