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bbissuestm · 9 months

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Do fish think they are flying?

Summary: on the last friday of the school year, your class decided to throw a party on one of your friends' parents club. There, you met the Morales twins.

Tags: fem!reader, underage drinking, twin au, spanish reader.

A/N: Milo is Miles from Earth 42 since its the one ive seen most. English is no my native language so please have it in mind T^T. OH AND THERES NO SMUT, NO MATTER HOW SUS IT CAN GET (my friend said at one point it seemed that it was gonna turn +18 but its not).

You didn't go partying that much, you didn't like the ambient. Half of the time you went partying with your friends, all they wanted to do was get wasted. You weren't interested in that, you wanted to dance and actually have a good time, not drink until you couldn't remember your own name.

So, when your friends told you about the end of school year party, you weren't interested. They insisted on you going, though, saying that it was being held at one of your friends's parents club, one that you actually liked. They had a great mix of music there, all of the genres were ones that you really enjoyed. And they had some good spanish songs!

They promised to not get wasted and actually dance with you, so you agreed to go.

And there you were, in your favourite silk dress, dancing with your friends with a soda in your hand. In the distance, the Morales twins were observing you. While you were on the dancing floor with a few of your friends, they were leaning against the bar top, staring at you.

This was not their place, at all. But, when Milo heard you were coming, he forced Miles to acompany him. Tonight was the night he was going to finally speak to you.

However, the party had been going on for an hour already and he had not made any moves yet.

"Dudeeeeee" Miles let out, exasperated. "Just go and talk to her! Hell, look at her, I bet you don't even gotta talk, just go and dance with her." He said, turning around to his Nestea. "It ain't hard man..." he mumbled.

Milo forced his eyes away from your moving figure to Miles, scowling at him. "Motherfucker, you ain't one to talk. How'd go with that blonde, huh? Still got her hair stuck up your ass?" He asked, his eyes going back to you.

Miles groaned loudly, "What does that have to do with her? And, fuck you for bringing Gwen to this." Miles let out, thinking about the girl she's been missing for the past months. Milo looked back at him, watching as he fidgeted with the rim of his glass. He sighed, leaning farther against the bar top.

"My bad, it's just-!" He said, looking back at you. You were currently mouthing the words to Automotivo Bibi Fogosa while dancing with your friends, your silk dress moving with your body. "I don't know why, it's hard talking to her!" He said, pouting slightly.

Miles stared at him, raising an eyebrow. His brother was known for a lot of things, and his confidence was one of those things. Why were you making him so nervous? He brought the drink to his lips, thinking. "Damn, you must really like her, bro." Miles settled on saying, thinking about how he should be patrolling right now instead of being here. But, as Milo groaned and turned around to bury himself in his arms, he decided he had to stay to help the mess his brother was.

Miles smirked, leaning on his side to look at Milo. "Ok, man, listen. You're gonna go there, get in front of her, place your hand-" "If you tell me to do the 'shoulder tuch' I'm gonna take your arm and shove it up your ass until it's out your mouth." Milo interrupted him, still buried between his arms.

Miles stared at him, smacking his lips with a bewildered look. "O-kay." He said, turning back to his drink. A couple minutes passed like that, when a bartender stood in front of them.

"Hey, you've been here for a while. Why don't you go dance?" He said, while cleaning some glasses. Milo groaned, and Miles smiled at him, apologetically. "Girl problems." He said, finishing his drink. Milo glared back up at him, and the bartender laughed. "Well, I remember having those." He said, turning around to the liquor shelf. Both twins stared at him, raising an eyebrow. They looked at each other, curious, while the bartender poured something on two shot glasses. He then placed one in front of each other, smiling at them.

"This will help." He said, signaling to the drinks. Both twins straighten, Miles stuttering and Milo staring as if alarms had been turned on in his mind. "Oh, uh, we can't, man, we're, uh, minors." Miles let out, laughing awkwardly. Milo nodded in agreement, resisting the urge to down both drinks. Tha bartender laughed, and signaled with his arms to their classmates. "They all are, our boss is paying us to stay silent, so." He said, smiling and nodding his head to the drinks. The twins looked at each other, a silent question between them.

The bartender went away, having drinks to pour to already drunk teens. Miles shook his head at Milo, and Milo turned slightly, watching as you continued dancing and laughing. He grabbed one of the shots the bartender poured and downed it in one go, cringing slightly. "Milo!" Miles said, surprised. Milo shrugged at him, grabbing the other shot. "I've done worse things, Miles. Plus, it's just two shots, man, I'll be ok." Milo said, downing the other shot in front of a disaproving Miles.

As Milo finished downing the other shot, Miles stared at him, curious. "So? How's it feel?" He asked Milo, curious. Milo stood at his side, feeling the burn in his throat and his head lighten. He felt the music rumble his bones, the lights warming his skin. And he saw you, savouring all those things, moving your body against one of your friends'.

He turned to Miles, smiling slightly. "Feels like I'm getting her number." He said, punching his brother's arm playfully, and jogging to you.

Heaven and Back by Chase Atlantic was currently playing, and you were shouting the lyrics. All your friends had already gotten wasted, and they were all moving without rhythm as they kept drinking. You tried to ignore them and feel the music, with a soda in your hand.

You saw someone walking to you, a slight smirk on his lips. He walked confidently, his braids moving in sync with his steps. He was attractive, and he knew it. You admired that. You saw him mouthing the lyrics slightly as he got closer to you, and when you were close enough, you didn’t let him talk, you grabbed him by the wrist and made him move to the rhythm, your bodies crashing against each other rhythmically as you sang the lyrics.

He looked taken aback, but let you take control of his body. You stayed like that for the rest of the song, dancing and singing together. He seemed a bit self-conscious for the first seconds, but then got used to you. Once the music ended, you saw his lips moving. The music drowned all the noise he was making, so you got closer to him, pointing at your ear with your index. "Can't hear you, get closer!" You yelled, and signaled him to get down to your ear level.

He did, a bit stiff and awkward, but he yelled against your ear. "I'm Milo!" He said, and you smiled at him. You mirrored his movements, getting closer to his ear and yelling while bobbing your head to the music. "I'm Y/N!" You said, laughing slightly. "I know." He said, loud enough for you to hear. He seemed to regret that instantly, and you found it adorable. You stared at him, smiling. "You know?" You asked, teasing him.

You saw him get embarrassed, but covered it by grabbing your wrist and spinning you to the rhythm of the music. You laughed, loudly. Once you were facing each other again, you slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. "Lemme buy you a drink!" You said, leading him to the bar.

Milo's eyes widened as you did, but he led you to where his brother was once you were near the bar. Miles was now sitting in a bar stool with a large glass full of a clear liquid. He had his phone between his hands, typing furiously. You let Milo lead the way, and stood between him and his brother. Milo slapped the back of Miles’ head, and he startled, scowling at him. He went to hit him back but stopped once he saw you.

You stared as he smiled big at his brother, wiggling his eyebrows. Milo rolled his eyes but you missed it, realizing they were the Morales twins. "You're the twins!" You exclaimed. By the bar the music wasn't as loud as on the dance floor, so you didn't need to yell. They both raised their eyebrows at you. You laughed softly, leaning against the bar top. "Sorry, that must sound weird. You're kinda famous in my friendgroup." You made eye contact with a bartender, and he nodded as he smiled, taking notice that the boys had fixed their 'girl problems'.

Miles and Milo stared at each other, surprised. "We are?" Miles asked, taking a sip of his drink. You looked at them, smiling. "Yeah!" You said, and turned around so your back was against the bar top. Milo leaned on his side, watching you, and Miles turned his body a bit so he could see both the dance floor and you. You pointed at one of your friends, she was currently talking to another one with a bottle of alcohol on her hands. "She had a massive crush on you, our first days of school." You explained, looking at Miles. You laughed, turning around. "She wouldn't shut up about you, man. 'Miles this, Miles that'." You let out, laughing. Your friend had been obssessed with him by that time, after he had been obssessed with a guy over summer. She was one of those girls that always had a crush, and none of them lasted more than two weeks.

Miles looked at you, disbelieving, and Milo laughed. You turned to him, enjoying his laugh. "Yeah, right, as if someone would like him with a face like that." He said, smirking. You stared at him, thinking he was insulting himself. "Dude, we have the same face." Miles said, mumbling an insult in spanish. Milo turned to him and hit him on the head, Miles returning it. You let the twins play-fight behind you, as you finally had a bartender's attention. "I'll have a Soda, and, uh-" You turned to Milo, giving him a playful smack on his chest to grab his attention. He looked at you and the bartender with his wide eyes. "Uh..." He let out as he let Miles go, clearing his throat. he looked at the random names on the blackboard and settled on the first thing his eyes landed on. The price didn't matter, he was going to pay for the drinks anyways. "A... a Black Russian. Please." he said it slowly, the name new on his lips.

Both you and the bartender stared at him, unsure. The bartender, though, got to work. "Is it your first time drinking?" You ask Milo, without teasing or judgement. Still, he felt like he had to impress you, so he shrugged. "Not really, I-" Miles didn't let him finish. "It is." He said, and Milo glared at him. You laughed, looking at Milo. "Well, then," You said, wacthing as the bartender gave both of you your drinks. "good luck." You said as you brought your soda to your lips. You watched as he did the same, expecting him to cringe at the drink. Instead, he drank it as if it was water.

He felt satisfaction at the way your face showed your surprise. You turned back to Miles, "Are you sure it's his first time?" They both laughed at your phrasing, and you rolled your eyes. "Yes," Miles said, between giggles. "it's mine too." he said, taking a sip of his drink. You stared as he took a sip, and wondered what he was drinking. You felt Milo get closer to you, and mistook his jealousy as curiosity.

"What are you drinking, Miles?" You asked, smiling. You let the curiosity be shown in your tone, and he looked at you while drinking from the straw. "Water." He said, confused. You smiled at him, and raised your arm. "Could I have a sip? So much Soda is drying my throat." You said, smiling at him. You felt Milo placing his hand on your waist, desperate to have your attention. Perhaps he was drinking too much too.

You ignored him, as he had not made you uncomfortable, and took a sip out of Miles' drink, feeling the liquor burn at the back of your throat. You stared at the drink, mixing it while debating wether to tell him or not. You smiled at him, giving him his drink back. "Thanks, Miles." You sighed discreetly, deciding to stay here to look after both of them.

You felt Milo tighten his grip on your waist and turned to him. You smiled at him, and his scowl went away. "So," You said, looking at his now empty glass. "do you go out much?" You ask, curious. Milo took his hand back, suddenly flustered. "Not really our area." He mumbled, looking at a nodding Miles. You scoffed, with a smile on your lips. "Yeah, people say that." You turned around, leaning your back at the bar top, watching your drunk friends stumble between them as they tried to dance. The brothers looked at each other, taking in what you said.

Before they could question you, you hummed to the song that was now playing, lighting up when you recognized it. "Oh my god!" You said, looking at Milo and Miles. "Dama con fama y cama alta gama, corazon partido." You sang, moving at the rhythm of the music. Miles and Milo sang with you, knowing the lyrics. Milo leaned against your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "Me llamo como el cantante. (I have the same name as the singer)" He said, proudly. You laughed, leaning against him. The song playing was Rara vez by Milo J. "Tienes razón. (you're right)" You answered, finding him adorable. You took notice of the new glass he had in his hands, as he looked at Miles in surprise.

"You know Spanish?" They both asked, surprised. You moved away from them, dancing. "Of course," you say, facing them. "I'm Spanish." You said, mumbling the lyrics to the song. The brothers looked at each other, surprise on their faces, and you grabbed their arms, pulling them to the dance floor. "Enough talk, let's dance!" You said, as the two let you lead them to the dance floor.

All three of you stayed like that for a couple more hours, them getting more drinks and you continue to drink your sodas and water as you kept dancing to the music. Though they were also getting wasted, they could at least dance while drunk, so you had fun.

After two and a half hours, though, they started to get a bit too drunk. "Do fish think they are flying?" Milo asked, while you were all waiting for more drinks. You made eye contact with the bartender, her stilling as Milo let his thoughts out. "I don't know, but I love you, man. I think I don't tell you enough." Miles said, looking at the brink of tears. You silently told the bartender to put water instead of alcohol, and she did so gratefully.

"Ok, well, it's getting late, maybe we should get going." You said, slipping some cash to the bartender. Milo looked at you, as if he hadn't heard you. "Think about it, the water is like air is like for us, right?" He said, words slurring. Miles looked at him, as if his mind was going meters per hour. "Dude..." Miles said, looking amazed. Milo looked back at him, as if he thought he was a genius. You calmly sipped on your drink, enjoying their bickering for a bit. "Right? And-and" he said, hiccuping. "they can see sand, were crabs are. They gotta think they flyin, man." He said, as if it were the most important topic. Miles motioned as if his head was exploding, making a little 'whoosh' sound. You laughed at their antics, grabbing them by their arms. Forget the drinks, you had to get these two home.

"I guess it has logic." You said, amazed at their drunk thoughts. Milo kept talking all the way out the bar, but his voice got muffled by the music. Miles answered from time to time, pretending to listen to his brother. His brother did the same. You rolled your eyes at their behaviour, with a small smile on your lips.

Once you were outside, they both linked their arms between yours, leaning against you to be able to walk. Miles was currently saying something about how much he loved both of you in slurred words, when Milo spotted a tree. You led them to a side-walk, stopping when you realized you didn't know where they lived. You turned to Milo, going to ask him for directions, but once he saw he had your attention he opened his mouth. "Do you think plants are farming us? They give us... they let o, oxygen for us until we die... and, and then, they use us as- then we turn into mulch and they consume us." You stared at him, processing it.

You turned to Miles after smiling softly at Milo. "Hey, Miles," you said, and he looked up at you, his vision blurred. "where do you live?" Miles looked at you, dumbfounded. A moment later, it looked like a lightbulb had been lit in his head. Milo looked the same. "Oh, towards there." They said in unison as they both pointed opposte sides. You sighed, running out of patience. As adorable as they were, you wanted to get out of the heels you were wearing.

Milo noticed your change in demeanor and separated his arm from yours, smacking Miles on the head. "Estás tan pendejo que no sabes ni dónde vives? (are you so stupid you don't even know where you live?)" Milo let out, annoyed. Miles looked at him with glimmering eyes. "Si sabo- uh... sepo, sapo...?" Miles started, looking at the distance, struggling with his words. You laughed, finding that adorable. "Se." You helped him, Miles light up and Milo scowled, jealousy filling his body. "Si sé dónde-" Miles started, his english accent thick on the spanish. "Si si, shut up already." Milo said, rudely. Miles roll his eyes, used to his brother's manners. However, alcohol seemed to make him defensive because he didn't shut up. "Well, at least I don't need alcohol to talk to a girl." Milo turned around so fast he almost fell, but you grabbed him and linked your arms again, following where he went. You weren't paying attention to what they were saying, thinking they were just letting out drunk thoughts.

"Fuck you." Milo said, seething. He didn't want to be embarrassed in front of you, he knew he was already going to regret this tomorrow morning. His tone brought your attention back to them, thinking they were going to fight, but you watched as Miles stuck his tongue out to a scowling Milo. Milo seemed to be thinking about hitting Miles, so you blocked his view of him with yourself. You nodded to the right right, "is it there?" You asked him, smiling. Milo's brain seemed to stop for a second, staring at you. You waited patiently for him to answer, and after a couple of seconds he seemed to get out of his trance, flustered. He nodded, but walked straight ahead. You laughed, letting him guide you.

"Do you-“Miles started, hiccuping "do you think mom will kill us?" Miles said, looking at Milo. "She isn't… there's no one home." Milo said, sure of himself. Miles sighed, relieved. He then pouted, lip trembling. "She's amazing, she deserves sons better than us." Miles said, Milo agreeing. Your eyes widened, watching as both of them saddened. The deep drunk thoughts were the worst, so you cleared your throat, awkwardly.

"Reading 'do not touch' in braille must be one of the scariest things." You said, trying to get the twins back to their dumb bickering. They both stayed silent, thinking. Milo looked up first, looking at you with a bright smile, it made your insides warm. "Bro, you're right." Miles then processed it, and looked like his mind had exploded, again. You laughed, watching as they both got back to these weird random thoughts. You interjected from time to time, saying things that made their floating minds explode.

You were all currently singing to Bad Bunny's WHERE SHE GOES when the twins stopped in front of a building, detaching themselves from you as they yelled the words to the song, between laughs. You stared as they attempted to get up the stairs, helping them when they stumbled. "We gotta blast it when we get inside, 'Lo." Miles said, talking about the song they were singing. Milo nodded, humming the rhythm as he struggled to get his keys out.

Miles turned back to you as Milo still struggled with his keys. You watched in desesperation, thinking that now you had to go back to your house. In heels and a short dress. You were definetely not getting home safe. "You heard that song, Y/N?" Miles asks you, smiling. You laugh at him, nodding. "It's amazing! I really like-" Miles hiccuped, bringing his hand to his chest. "Bad Bunny, I also like Andrea, the song." Miles says laughing and leaning against the railing, as Milo finally got his keys out.

You grabbed them from him, smiling at him when he pouted at you, and opened the door for them. Miles got inside first, yelling. "HOME SWEET HOME, WOO!!" You laughed as Milo rolled his eyes. Milo got inside then, turning back to you. You threw him his keys and went to turn around, but he stopped you. "Where are you going, ma?" You stopped.

Ma? The fuck? You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. "Um... home? Where else would I be going?" You said, blushing slightly at the nickname. Milo rolled his eyes, turning back and motioning you to come inside too. "Milo! Close the door!" You told him, making him turn back around. Before he could open his mouth, Miles appeared with a speaker in his hand, blasting Bad Bunny’s song. They laughed and started singing, but you quickly grabbed the speaker, turning the volume down. “Miles, it’s too late- early…? Whatever, it’s not a good hour to blast music!” You said, scolding him. As you said this, though, you heard the door close. You turned around, looking at a mischievous looking Milo. You stared at him, processing everything.

He smirked, placing the keys on a high closet that he was sure you couldn’t reach. He joined his brother, both singing to Bad Bunny, loudly. You sighed, pressing your hands against your closed eyes as you felt a migraine coming. You stared at the boys, leaning against a wall. You sighed, watching them dance and sing.

Well, at least they weren’t trying weird things with you. God, how’d you end up here? You sighed, taking your heels off. They trapped you here, so you decided that manners were useless right now. You placed the heels against a wall and approached the twins, turning the volume down. They turned to you, and they looked surprise. Miles got closer to you, comparing your heights. “Bro, you were taller.” He said, genuinely confused. Milo jogged next to you, and tilted his head, also comparing heights. You took a breath, controlling yourself. Milo scoffed, leaning against his brother. “You’re right, she’s a midget now, bro.” They giggled and you decided you’ve had enough. You punched both of their shoulders before smacking them in the back of their heads. “Ok, both of you, fuck off and sit down.” You said, pointing to the couch.

They did, one rubbing his head and the other rubbing his shoulder. They looked at each other, feeling guilty. Miles’ eyes seemed to be watering and Milo looked down, feeling bad. You sighed, softening. You rested a hand against your hip. “Where’s your kitchen?” You asked, tired. They looked up at you and pointed to a room. You smiled, watching them. They looked like puppies that had been kicked out. “Thank you,” you said, ruffling both of the brother’s hair, your hand lingering in Milo’s.

You headed to the kitchen and started looking around slowly, trying to not make a mess. You grabbed two glasses and pour water in them, you brought them back to the twins, who were now resting on the couch. They looked about to doze off, so you let the glasses make a soft noise against the table, startling them. They looked up at you, curious.

You smiled at them, motioning for them to grab the glasses. “Water, drink it.” You looked as they did so, both smiling at you. “Thanks!” Miles said, chugging the water. Milo looked at you with a smirk, slowly grabbing the drink. “Thank you, ma.” He said, teasing, and you felt your cheeks get warm. Your rolled your eyes and sighed. Miles made himself comfortable against the end of the couch and Milo left space between them for you to sit there. You hesitated, but sat next to him. The smile he gave you was worth it.

He leaned against the back of the couch, and you mirrored him. He placed his arm on the top of the couch, around your shoulders. You wondered if he’d do the same if he was sober. He started to doze off, but you had to go home. “Milo,” you said softly, as to no startle either of them. Miles was fast asleep so you didn’t worry about him. Milo turned to you, sleepily. You smiled at him, enjoying how he looked. “I should go home.” You said, apologetically.

He scowled, pouting slightly. “Why?” He said, childishly. You laughed at that, throwing your head against the couch top (and inevitably, against his arm). “What do you mean why? It’s where I sleep!“ You said between laughs. He smiled, memorizing your laugh. “Sleep here.” He said, and went back to dozing off. You laughed softly, shaking your head. You started getting up, careful to not touch Miles. “Nah, I can’t. C’mon, gimme your keys.” You said, but Milo made no move to get up. Even more, he blocked your way out, smirking slightly. You rolled your eyes and turned around. “That’s cool, I’ll just get a chair-“ you said walking away but you weren’t able to get far because Milo grabbed you by the waist and brought you back down to the couch, making you lay down between his arms.

You tried to turn around or get out, embarrassed. “Milo!“ You cried out, flustered. He shushed you, tightening his arms around you. “I’ve been waiting too long to talk to you, I am not letting you go so easily.” He mumbled, and you felt his breath on the back of your ear. You sighed, feeling your cheeks burning. You relaxed into his embrace, processing what he said. “What do you mean by that?” You whispered, turning around a bit to look at him.

Now he was embarrassed. He buried his face in your head to hide it and you turned back, smiling. “I’ve been trying to get your attention this whole year. A bartender gave me a couple of shots to gain the courage.” He said, burying himself further into you. “It helped.” He said, smiling. You rolled your eyes and turned over to him, surprising him. “That’s stupid. Just talk to me next time, there’s no need for you to get wasted in order to do so.” You said, scowling at him. He laughed, changing your positions so you were resting your head on his chest, an arm around your waist and the other over his eyes, covering the light. “Ok, I’ll have it in mind for the next time, ma.” He said, dozing off.

You sighed, staring at him. This had been the weirdest night ever. You smiled, thinking that it was also the most fun you’ve had the whole year. You grabbed your phone to send your mother a quick text that you were staying over your friend’s and got comfortable in Milo’s arms, dozing off too.

Bonus:

Rio took the keys out her purse, explaining something that happened at her shift to Jeff, who was nodding at her, showing that he was paying attention. It was almost 5 AM and they were exhausted. After their shifts, they had decided to go out for dinner, their sons having a sleepover at their uncle’s. They were also excited, having the house for themselves. “And, so, this woman from urgencies, comes, verdad? She comes, yelling and panting, and-“ Rio stopped, standing over her entrance door.

Jeff looked at her, attentive. “What? What’s wrong, were we robbed?” Jeff looked around, trying to see if anything was missing. Rio just pointed at your heels, with a murderous look on her. “Jeff. Those are not mine.” Jeff looked at them, raising an eyebrow. He honestly couldn’t tell, Rio had many heels. She huffed angrily, going to the living room mumbling insults and prayers in Spanish with Jeff behind her, matching her energy.

She stopped in front of the couch, watching all three of you sleep. Miles was sprawled on one end of the couch, snoring loudly. Milo was on the other end, both of his hands around your waist as you were on top of him, resting your head on the crook of his neck. Both twins reeked of alcohol and Rio and Jeff noticed.

They crossed their arms, looking at you. “They are grounded.” Rio said, angrily. “Oh, for sure.” Jeff said, scoffing. “Until college.” Rio said. “Mhm.” Jeff agreed, matching his wife’s energy.

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