#it was either this or the concha

[aloeanemonabee27]

Hey @mrsnofles ...

Boop!

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[corntort]

was talking abt it passionately in the ao3 comments with guts LOL but i think sfarx would have a lot of external oddities to them that raises their biological performance, and i wanted 2 roughly animate what some might look like!!. if that makes any sense. im very tired.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

500 words in this breeding kink fic ............. >_______>

[dam-mar]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN A SHIP IS COMING?!

[maiteo]

first darwin & manu linkup might send me to the er i think

[theamazingannie]

Been looking for my box of holiday earrings all fucking month and now that is it the night of the last day of Halloween I finally found them

[adrienneleclerc]

First Date

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Charles decides to take Y/N and Vidia out for dinner to celebrate his podium in the Canadian Grand Prix

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: so @barcelonaloverf1life commented say that they wanted more parts to “meet and greet” so I was thinking of writing a collection of one-shots that fit in the fanfic universe of Charles dating a single mom if you’re interested

Vidia and Y/N we’re in the hospitality waiting for Charles outside his driver’s room. He came out wearing jeans and a button down shirt.

“Oh, do I look okay for wherever you’re taking us?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, you look great. And so do you Vidia, can’t forget about the little princess. We could just go to a diner.” Charles suggested

“Don’t you have a diet to stick to?” Y/N asked

“They have salads there.” Charles said.

“But you NEED to try a milkshake.” Vidia said, tugging on Charles pants.

“I most certainly will try a vanilla milkshake.” Charles told vidia. They walked to the car that Charles rented. “Now I’m glad I rented a 4 person car.”

“Quick question, are you sure your team principal will be okay with you going out tonight?” Y/N asked.

“As long I make it on time for practice 3 and qualifying tomorrow, I’m sure everything will be fine.” Charles said. He unlocked the door, opening the back door to help Vidia get in, closed it, and opening the passenger door for Y/N to get it.

“Always the gentleman.” Y/N commented and Charles smiled, closing the passenger door and walking around to get to the driver’s side. “Where are we going?”

“NDG Lucheonette, been a few times before, I like the food.” Charles commented. Y/N texted her dad saying that her and vidia were going out to eat, Vidia took a nap on the car, 45 minutes later, they made it to the diner. Charles opened the door for Y/N and she went to wake up Vidia.

“Princesa, we’re here, let’s go.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car. Y/N held her hand as they entered the diner.

“Hello, table for three please.” Charles said and the hostess led them to their table. “So, Y/N, what do you do?”

“Oh I’m a baker.” Y/N said.

“Mami owns a bakery.” Vidia said.

“Really? How’s it like?” Charles asks

“You have to wake up early in order to bake, we provide pan dulce too, you know, like bread to eat with your coffee or hot chocolate.” Y/N explains.

“Conchas with hot chocolate is the best.” Vidia said “Mami has a lot of customers, she makes birthday cakes too.”

“Oh wow, you are a very accomplished baker indeed.” Charles said.

“I’m the best in my city.” Y/N said,

“I should stop by your bakery whenever I’m in New York.” Charles said.

“That would be great.” Y/N said, the waitress came and took their orders.

“And you vidia, what do you do?” Charles asked. Y/N loves that Charles is also engaging with her daughter.

“I’m in school, I watch tv, color, play with friends.” Vidia started.

“And when we get back to New York, you have to start the reading list the school gave you.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t like school.” Vidia grumbled and Charles laughed lightly.

“I didn’t like school either, but reading makes you smart like Matilda.” Charles said.

“Who’s Matilda?” Vidia asked and Charles looked at Y/N shocked,

“Yeah, she hasn’t seen the movie yet.” Y/N commented.

“Matilda is a little girl who reads a lot of books, is very smart, and gains the power to move things with her mind.” Charles explained and Vidia’s eyes widened.

“I want to move things with my mind!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Then I guess you need to read when we’re back home.” Y/N said. The milkshakes came first and then the food. The date went well, they were talking, Charles paid, but unbeknownst to everyone, there were F1 fans at the diner who recorded them together. They got into the car.

“I had a great time.” Charles said.

“Me too. By the way, congratulations on Monaco, can’t believe I haven’t said anything about it.” Y/N said.

“Thank you, you saw the race?” Charles asked.

“Of course.” Y/N said.

“Mami was crying.” Vidia commented.

“Did you really?” Charles asked.

“It was your first home race win, of course I was going to cry, all of Ferrari cried.” Y/N said.

“Well thank you, where’s your hotel?” Charles asked.

“I’ll just type it in,” Y/N said and she did just that. The drive was kinda quiet, just Charles’s playlist in the background until he made it to the front of her hotel.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me to ask for your number.” Charles said.

“Well you met my daughter and took us out on a date, asking for my number is definitely not too forward.” Y/N said, Charles unlocked his phone so Y/N could type in her number.

“Thank you, I’ll see you two tomorrow, call me in the morning so I can give you paddock passes.” Charles said.

“I will hold you to it. Vidia, mi amor, let’s go, we’re here.” Y/N said, getting out of the car while Vidia stirs awake. Y/N carried Vidia out of the car. “Text me, Charles, don’t make me regret giving you my number,”

“You won’t regret it, I swear.” Charles said, Y/N carries Vidia to the hotel room and her dad is awake watching TV.

“Como les fue?” Y/N’s dad asked. How’d it go

“Nos fue bien, Vidia está muy cansada la pobre.” Y/N said, laying vidia down in the bed. It went well, vidia is really tired, poor thing

“Me trajeron algo?” Did you bring me anything?

“No papi, lo siento.” Y/N said. She felt her phone vibrate and it was a text. Sorry

Unknown number: Hello Y/N, it’s Charles, hope you and Vidia have a good night.

Y/N smiles at her phone and replied back to him.

Y/N: Hello Charles, we hope you have a good night too. You need to be well rested if you’re going to be in pole again

Both Charles and Y/N went to sleep knowing that there might be a new relationship brewing.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: hurt me, it’s okay || part two: here

summary_ Spiderman and Spiderwoman from earth 1610 met by casuality, she goes back to the Spider Society, reunites with Miguel and while he debates telling her she’s in his canon events, Spiderwoman makes a decision, to help Miles Morales.

warnings_ age gap! (8/9 years), angst, not a lot of scenes with Miguel, slight canon divergence

note_ listen to my playlist for Miguel!!!!! (Proofreading this later)

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Time healed everything for sure. A prolonged smile rests on your face as you walk through the streets of Brooklyn, New York. Summer is around the corner and you are visiting the state with your parents. But you decided to take an afternoon walk after dinner with them. As the weeks progressed, soon they turned into two months. Deep inside your heart, you resented most of your past. But you did your best to let go of the pain, to forgive Gwen, Jess, Peter, and Miguel.

Some nights you went to sleep with him in your thoughts, wondering if he’d also be thinking of you. Perhaps he cared for you and he sent you home for your security, but… he was so cold, so indifferent towards you. Which only confirmed… it was only you who felt everything.

Either way, many things had happened. In two months, you have changed a lot. You grew quieter, reserved, and slightly insecure. The spiderwoman suit was left behind at the back of your closet. But something told you to bring it to your New York trip.

One thing’s sticking to you, of what Miguel said to you once, about never being ready to assume the role of being a spider. You immediately learned it after losing your best friend.

You got scared, hands covered in blood, sirens quickly approaching the scene, your friend whispering to you to go, that it was going to be fine, to keep going. But the trauma only made you grow mixed feelings towards your abilities.

Till the day you realized you were capable of opening portals and traveling across dimensions without a gizmo. Like a ghost moving through dimensions, you started doing your job. Remembering your best friend’s words; you kept going.

The temporary barrier you made for your earth was still holding you back, secure from your past, working on the present. Earth - 1610 already had a Spiderman, so their Spiderwoman would serve outside. As soon as the barrier was broken, you knew it was a matter of time before they came for you. And you knew well, if they came, it was because things were going bad.

But for now, you are having a break.

Your smooth steps are calmed and you are feeling relaxed. The city is extremely crowded and you realize how different it is from California. But your gaze lands on something that reminds you of home; a pastelería. As you read they have conchas, elotitos, mantecado, and more, the smell invades you.

Your smile grows bigger as you step closer, and before you can even try to open the door of the place, someone opens it from inside.

“fuck…” you grunt as you feel the impact of the door in your nose.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, I’m in a rush and…” When you look up, you see a kid well, a teenager, who’s taller than you.

Your spider senses connect with him.

“You’re like me…” says the boy.

“You’re the Spiderwoman from California. I thought it wasn’t real!” you frown at him, then slowly nodding.

“And you’re Spiderman too… How old are you?” He’s wearing an oversized jacket, and he holds two boxes of cake.

“I’m fifteen. And you? How long have you been Spiderwoman? Why aren’t you surprised? Why there have been three Spider-people on this earth?”

“Woah, boy, those are too many questions in one sentence. I’m y/n, I was bitten three months ago and I’m twenty, by the way” he nods, looking at the boxes in his hand before looking at you again.

“I’m Miles, and I’m running late. Come with me, please”

“I’m a stranger”

“Oh please, you don’t meet spider people every day,” Miles says and you sigh, remembering you used to be part of the Spider Society.

“I can’t just follow you. Besides, Where?”

“My home. It’s my father’s celebration, he’s getting promoted, he’s a cop” You nod, but still unsure, feeling your nose throb and knowing you have to go back to the hotel with your parents.

“That’s nice, but they don’t know me, neither you do.”

“Please, I bet you don’t have anyone else to talk to about this?” you used to have many people. You fell in love with one of those. But now, Miles is right, so you nod, agreeing with him.

“Just say that you used to study with me at Visions Academy” You nod, feeling that it wasn’t a good idea to go with the kid, but it felt correct.

“Fine, but I won’t stay long enough” the boy smiles, feeling very happy and confused about meeting you.

So to his home, it’s rushed. Miles tells you that he fought a very strange villain that morning, a man who had spots all over his body. He also shares that he’s having some trouble with keeping his secret from his parents.

By the time you arrive at his apartment complex, you realize maybe it wasn’t that much of a bad idea to follow him.

…

For a long time, you had stopped caring about being alone in random places. But Miles had a tough argument with his parents and there you were left in the party where you were the stranger. You ignore the curious looks of the attendants, eyes locked on the two tables full of Puerto Rican food. You grab two alcapurias and after the taste of one, you realize they are to die for. The party is very pretty despite the awkward moment where Miles bolted away after the fight.

“Hi!… Miles said he brought an old friend from school, you are…” Startled, when you turn, you encounter Rio, the mother of Miles.

“I’m y/n” You are beyond embarrassed, with your mouth full of food and sweaty hands.

“Right, y/n. ¿Y hablas español?” Rio asks, her arched brow lets you know she’s judging, but thankfully you will make her happy.

“Así es, mi familia y yo somos chicanos, de California. And I’m so sorry for intruding like this, Mrs. Morales” The woman’s smile grows and you swear she wants to hug you.

“Oh, that’s amazing. You are unlike that other friend of Miles… Wanda. You can call me Rio” You nod, accepting her hand to shake. But all you can think about is that name… you have heard it before.

“And don’t get me wrong, Miles said you were older and you look responsible… but… please be honest with me” You leave the now empty plate on the table because the woman seemed to be serious.

“Is Miles in trouble? Because… he’s been very… difficult. He skips classes, lies to us, and-“

“He’s a good boy. I promise, he loves his parents and wants to make them happy. But he’s under pressure. I promise, Rio, he’s a good boy” Despite meeting Miles two hours ago, you know he’s good. You know he wants to do well, and you know what it is to be hiding your spider persona from your loved ones.

Rio nods, offering a little smile.

“I’m really glad to meet you. I’ll let you go now, pero que sepas que eres bienvenida siempre que quieras” you smile, feeling how good of a mother Rio was. So you nod, waving at her as she walks away.

“Gracias, Rio. Y la comida está riquísima!” she giggles, waving back at you, finally disappearing from your view.

Soon you turned to the food again, now it was time for dessert, which made you get lost and only pay attention to the food. When you look up, you see that the sky has started changing. It was getting very late, so you let your parents know you were still shopping and soon, that’s when you realized you hadn’t seen Miles since he fought with his parents.

You start looking around, the music is still playing and the party is alive. You start moving around when you bump into someone. The person holds you steady with very little pressure, preventing you from tripping or so.

“Woah, sorry… wait, y/n?” A female voice asks, when you raise your gaze, you are shocked. There is Gwen.

“Do you know each other?” Miles asks behind Gwen.

You panic, you panic. So you do what you best do, to bolt.

“I need to go, you know my number, Miles. You can call me whenever you want”

“Wait, y/n…” Miles calls you but you are already gone.

Gwen reveals that you worked in the Spider Society. Miles was a bit angered with you for never reaching out to him. But Gwen also shared that you had been Spiderwoman for less than three months, that you had entered the society and she as your friend, failed you as the others too. And lastly, you had a tough story with Miguel O’Hara.

Miles understood you. And he followed Gwen after she left.

…

You are going back to your hotel with your parents when a hand pulls you to an alley, it is Gwen again. Now with her suit on.

“Oh my god, y/n, it’s you!” She takes off her mask and runs to hug you. And as much as you want to push her away, you hug her back.

“I missed you so much. We all miss you” She looks very excited to see you. And you want to say that you missed her too, but you’re proud and stubborn, so you don’t.

“Why are you here, Gwen? And why do you know Miles?”

“A lot has happened. I promise to tell you everything, but please come back. For now, there’s this anomaly that I need to catch” he shows you her gizmo, and the little hologram of a white creature with dark spots appears.

“That’s the villain Miles mentioned earlier”

“And how do you know him? You said you didn’t know who was the other spider man from this earth” you sigh.

“I met him like three hours ago”

“You need to come back. Miguel was checking daily to see if the temporary barrier you made was broken. You really really need to talk with him” Rolling your eyes, you hear her. But deep inside, you are dying to know everything, every little detail.

“Gwen, I won’t lie that it didn’t hurt me what happened. I felt betrayed. But now I’m happy with the life I have. Despite everything… I’m trying to move on” You don’t have the heart to tell her that you resent everyone a little, that you don’t need a gizmo to travel and save people from other dimensions. And you won’t tell her that as much as Miss Miguel, you won’t give him the satisfaction to go back.

“I’m begging you, y/n. We need you…” suddenly, the tiny hologram of Lyla appears and starts moving around you; smiling.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N!!!, YOU��RE HERE, MIGUEL IS GOING TO FREAK OUT… but don’t tell him I revealed that” You find the humor in her words, so you giggle.

“Hello, Lyla. I love your new glasses” she winks.

“Gee thanks, I also love your new hair”

“Yeah, it’s longer.” Gwen agrees with the AI.

“You’re coming with us, right?” Lyla asks, making you sigh.

“I will accompany Gwen to capture the anomaly, but I won’t go back to the HQ if that’s what you two are inquiring” you calmly say, walking beside a trash can to take your suit, perfectly folded inside your purse.

“You have to be kidding. Besides what happened with Miguel, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Penny, Noir, Jess and everyone misses you a great deal. You were a very popular spider, you know?”

“Yeah, Miguel is my problem. I deeply resent him and I’m not afraid to admit it” you reveal.

“I swear he wants you back. He has a lot to say to you, Would you come back just to… At least listen to him?… we have a life or death situation growing as the Spot is out there free” Lyla fires back. You shrug, not thinking clearly before slowly nodding.

There are so many things to think about, but you have already nodded.

“I-… I’ll go, but you have to let him know. I don’t want an awkward reunion” Gwen nods excitedly, and Lyla also nods.

“Great, I’ll tell him. Now go, Miguel won’t be happy with you Gwen” and then, the AI disappears.

Oh man, what have you agreed to?

…

To say you had the eyes of the whole world on you, was exaggerated. But at least the eyes of every single spider at the HQ, we’re looking at you.

Some stare, some greet you with enthusiasm and others offer confused smiles. When you arrived in Mumbattan with Gwen, Pavitr gave you a huge hug and didn’t let you go for many seconds. And when Hobie appeared, as the man of few words you knew he was, still shocked you with a long pat on the shoulder and admittedly said he missed you.

“This is so cool, I can’t believe you quit” Miles whispered to you. The teenager also appeared on Pavitr’s earth and you were highly impressed by his abilities.

“They kicked me out” you revealed, Miles looked surprised and Jess heard you, but you avoided her gaze. Back from Mumbattan to the HQ, Jessica rarely spoke to you. Instead, you spent the time with Miles, who had so many questions; and you wished you could just blurt out everything, but you wouldn’t.

“You don’t know the whole story, y/n,” Gwen said, joining the conversation.

“I think I pretty much know most of it. That’s enough…” while you didn’t pretend to sound so cold, you did.

“Please have patience with Miguel. But listen to him…” Jess also adds, you only eye her, but you don’t say anything else, you just nod.

It was at that moment that you realized how freaked out you were to meet Miguel again.

“For sure, Jessica. Just like he listened to me the last time I saw him” the woman looks down with remorse, but you don’t see it because you turn back at the way that Gwen leads.

Everyone can sense that while you are being respectful, there was bad blood running through every corner and step you were taking.

Miles thought you were very bright and sweet, but once you entered the portal and stepped inside the HQ of the Spider Society, your demeanor changed, showing you bitterly defensive and cold.

“Here we are…” Gwen says pushing a button that opens what you remember being Miguel’s office.

“I need a minute…” you say staying behind everyone. Only Hobie stayed beside you.

“You got this, Luv,” he says. And you love that words were not needed with Hobie, he completely understood you.

“If anything happens, you know where to stand, Hobie” he nods after entering the dark room.

You sigh, taking long breaths, mentally preparing for what is coming. It could end well, or badly.

And you had a bad feeling about it.

…

The bad feeling got worse.

Miguel couldn’t stop looking at you. He couldn’t hide the surprise on his face when he saw entering his office along with Peter B. Parker.

You can’t stand the man trying to shamelessly blame a fifteen-year-old. At some point, you know, it’s enough.

“Even if Miles hadn’t been bitten, earth-42 would have remained without a Spiderman. So don’t you dare to keep blaming him” Miguel turns, and you can see and feel he’s getting mad, but you don’t care. You couldn’t care less.

Maybe your heart cared, but your head was winning.

“It’s more complex than that, y/n.”

“Yeah, it worked out when you sent me home without telling me why” Lyla pops out around the shoulder of Miguel and looks worriedly between you and the broad man.

“Woah, Miguel, maybe you should tell her about that…” you frown, looking at the AI.

“Tell me what?”

“It doesn’t matter now, Lyla.” Your head wonders what could it mean, but you brush it away, so you turn again towards Miguel, looking at him with fury.

“I don’t need your stupid gizmo, I don’t need the Spider Society and I don’t need you, Miguel” you spit with anger and confidence, but everyone knows you actually need your friends, and that you are ignoring the feelings you had for Miguel.

“And look where your recklessness brought us. You are a threat and Miles is an anomaly”

“Most of the spiders here were recruited at their lowest points in life. You have manipulated everyone, admit it. You are forcing a narrative to achieve your assets.” His eyes shine bright with crimson anger. He wants to scream at you so bad, you know.

“Calm down, y/n… please” Jess tries to soothe the rising tension but it doesn’t work. When you look around, there’s already a lot of people, all ready to jump and attack in case of need.

“I will never stay quiet again. And to be a mother, Jess, neither you should” She lowers her gaze. You feel a little shame for her, as a grown woman who can’t seem to be able not listen to Miguel for once.

“You need to comprehend this isn’t entirely about you. This is about Miles and your constant travels causing a major disturbance in canon” Jess explains coldly, which makes you even more enraged.

“Yes, and we can save everyone. You don’t know how I’ve seen canon without the gizmo and the premonitory models” Your heart beats faster than ever, and you swear you are passing the edge of stability before collapsing into a panic attack.

“Not always we can save everyone” Peter B. Parker reminds you.

“Peter, please. Please understand me, out of everyone… I know you understand me” the man sighs, and you stare at her daughter. Peter knows it, he looks down at Mayday and knows you have a point.

“The Spot is going to destroy everything…” you almost whisper to one of your old closest friends. You have hope, that you’ll remind him. He looks at you deeply, before turning away, breaking your heart a little.

“I’m sorry, y/n. But you need to stay here” You feel Miguel’s giant hand on your shoulder, so you quickly turn, moving away, standing beside Miles. Miguel shows you he has no other intentions with his hands, he wants oh so desperately to make you understand his point, but he is blind to see or hear yours.

So in the blink of an eye, Miles and you have an obstructed view, reddish and glitchy. Both realize you have been caged, and stare at each other in panic.

Gwen and Peter jump to argue with Miguel, questioning why he had to do that.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” you whisper to Miles, who starts panicking. Hobie gets closer and you elbow Miles to see what he wants.

“Oi oi, Peter Pan. Use the hands…” you turn away, encountering Miguel, who also stares back at you.

“I hate you…” you spit with anger towards him.

“I never wanted any of this to happen, but It’s the best for our canons, only you could potentially destroy The Spot” you frown.

“Ours?…” he stays silent.

“Yes. And I’m sorry, kid” he adds, walking away with Gwen and Peter still at him complaining for caging you and Miles.

“Stop calling me that”

Your head spins, and you hear Jess, Hobie, Gwen, and Miguel speaking at the same time. But Miles has a plan, he gives you a quick look and you get it.

Smart boy.

So you nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

The electricity that envelopes his hands soon invades and infects the cage. The adrenaline keeps building up in your system. Your eyes slowly start to glow as you prepare for the impact.

Boom. The silence is scary.

Miles looks at you when you both are free from the cage.

It’ll be dangerous, very risky. But you got this

You look at how everyone starts moving after the impact. Your eyes lock with Miguel’s, and he knows you will follow the kid. And he can’t lose you again.

Don’t stop running, Miles” you tell him, he nods.

“MILES!, Y/N!” Miguel yells as soon he sees you bolt with the kid.

Time passes so fast, you don’t have time to breathe. You can’t hear what Gwen, Jess, Peter, and other spiders are trying to tell you to stay put.

“You need to hear, y/n” Peter yells. But you ignore them, and you keep running. Miles took his own route, and you realized many spiders were going after you and the teenager, you knew Miles had a plan.

“Y/n, please!” Gwen begs you, watching how you shoot a web to swing away.

As you slide through the buildings with your webs, your senses alert you. When you look back, as the wind messes with your hair and a few ones stick in your forehead, you get startled. Miguel is coming for you.

He looks incredibly intimidating, his pace is ridiculously faster than anything you have seen before.

“Shoot” you mumble before returning to keep running away. You spot Miles again, which makes you quicken your pace.

You can feel Miguel behind you, only increasing your heartbeats. There are so many things you wish you could say. So many things he could’ve done, but you remember he never loved you.

Jess can get by your side, she throws a sharp kick that you dodge successfully. But she doesn’t give up, she punches your ribs and you can tell she didn’t mean to actually hurt you, but she’s doing everything to stop you from running. Thankfully Miles gets in the way and is more than enough to give you the advantage.

Once you realize you are in an imaginary railroad that keeps going up and up, you fear the height, but seeing all the people you once considered family coming at you as if you were the biggest atomic danger, makes you want to go back in time. Being a Spiderwoman was a responsibility that you wished it never came.

“You have to stop!” You feel a hand grabbing you by the arm, and the next thing is your body getting stamped against the surface. You open your eyes to see Miguel, his mask disappears and you are only able to get a big breath under the strong gaze of his mahogany eyes.

“You won’t try to manhandle my life. You already did it once” you spit, trying to squirm away from his giant hand holding you still.

“There’s a reason…” he yells with desperation since Miles could break his webs at any second.

“WHAT IS IT THEN?” You yell back. You are tired of their secrets and claiming it was for the best but avoiding sharing the truth.

“Y/n…” Miguel is pleading, he is fighting so hard the urge to explode in anger. Just for you, he needs to keep it together.

“JUST SAY IT, MIGUEL!”

“I JUST CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN!” His forehead brushes yours and it weakens your heart. The physical contact is sudden but feels so right. You sigh, feeling his warmth.

You know what is right and what is wrong. You eye Miles who looks at you with fear. You will not deny you still love the man in front of you. So you embrace your free hand with his cheek. He melts into your touch, savoring the moment you lean forward, whispering into his ear.

“My feelings for you haven’t changed. But you never got me back, Miguel” you reveal, caging him with your most potent webs, putting on your mask, breaking free from his touch.

Miles nods at you, to which you only reply with a little smile. You will help him, you can feel it’s what is correct. And under a Quick Look at Miguel who seems shocked by your actions, you let yourself fall.

The prolonged free fall feels like you can breathe again, you have decided, not them. Perhaps you did not know what was that thing that everyone kept debating whether to tell you or not.

The Spiderman of 2099 doesn’t think twice. He immediately goes after you and the kid who almost deactivated his suit. Miguel is confident that he’s doing things right. He can’t risk losing more people. And he can’t risk a possible future with you. It sounded selfish, but Miguel swore to never break canon again, and it was demanding him to be happy with a partner, he couldn’t say no. Even if he was forcing it the wrong way.

Perhaps your heart still lounged to beat in the signature tune with Miguel. But one thing was for sure, you would help Miles. Even when you realized he was sent to earth-42, that you were back in New York of 1610, you would keep the promise of helping him. The Spot was about to danger everyone, but you had to try. You remember all the broken promises, the deceptions and you realize you have to keep going. Letting behind what your heart desired. Miles had to forge his own destiny, and in that way, you would forge yours too.

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I’m so excited for my next Miguel writing. I’m mixing both option I gave in my last poll and it’s gonna be bff to lovers.

Two years ago I had a crash (I still can’t drive), last year I got The Eras Tour concert tickets and today I was notified that my associates degree has been posted.

[cosmic-spider]

Jax x mexican fem reader

He finds you accent funny( if you have one.) especially when you pronounce stores and other thing.

 He finds it funny when you don’t remember the name of something and you just say  agárra me el dese.(get me the thing) it makes him giggle a bit every time.

On the other hand, he does hate it whenever you take off your shoe and start hitting him with it. (He still doesn’t understand how a slipper or a shoe can become a lethal weapon in less than two seconds.)

He still doesn’t understand how you’re able to hit him perfectly on the head when he’s trying to run away from you before you hit him.( later on starts to ask you how to do it so you can hit other people from far away for a prank)

He loves it whenever you sing in your language either in front of the others, or even just by yourself in your room when you think no one is listening to you.( Not that he will ever tell you he dose)

He keeps your room key very close to him at all times in case he hears you start singing in your room by yourself so he can just come in and or peep through the door and listen to you sing.

I also find it fascinating on how many different ways you can dance just one song. Still doesn’t understand how you can move your feet so fast or so fluently especially your hips.

Almost ever fight the two of you have is just you getting pissed off of his jokes, and you cussing him out in Spanish, which were some reason Caine has not censored. Then him yelling at you saying “I don’t speak Taco Bell! “And then you just get pissed off and just start hitting him with your slippers/shoe.

He does love your cooking on the other hand not that he would actually tell you directly. Every now and then he’ll give a comment, saying it was good, or nice. Will eat through the pain of the spicy food. ( Will be drinking so much milk and water that he can find the moment he get out of you eyesight.)

Still doesn’t understand the nickname you call him by conejo morado.( purple bunny)

As a s/o

Loves it whenever you come to his defense and cuss whoever is bothering him. It warms is heart seeing you do that. You’re actually defending. He covered his face whenever you ask him if he’s OK since he’s blushing under the covered up part of his face with his hand.

Find that funny whenever something goes wrong on the dates that you make for the two of you.

Some of the stories about how you grow up and how your siblings active during parties in for piñata’s terrifying him.

Especially since he’s not a kid person. He could just imagine the horror trying to take care of kids that Literally run around and hit each other over candy that comes out of a piñata.( Wonders how you even survive that growing up)

Find the face smashing into birthday cake, tradition hilarious. Wants to try it on you until you told him the story where you literally gave your cousin a blackeye because of it.( things twice about ruining your birthdays now.)

Purposely does things to piss you off just so you can cause I’m out in Spanish he just stays there and looks at you with a smirk, face and flirts with you more to get your even more pissed off try to run away afterward, but gets hit in the head with a slipper.

Absolutely adores it  whenever you make  pan dulce (Mexican sweet breed.) Hid favorite is conchas, galletas, cono, y poquito with some coffee in the morning.

Finds the stories, you tell him about cookouts, funny and entertaining, especially on long and boring days that he has or when you tell him that someone got into a fight.

Both of you start drama and problems for the others. Then watch it on falls on the sidelines. 

Is always impressed on how fast you can run whenever someone gets abstracted. ( like he’s a rabbit and he can run pretty fast, but damn, can you out run him any day)

Hates it whenever you start the cleaning ritual every Sunday or what you believe. It’s a Sunday.(especially when you start singing and blasting music out of nowhere, or when you go into his room, even though he had all the keys and other ways to get into his room.) Its his nightmare

[madlittlecriminal]

[01] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: mention of Dana (this is not comic accurate), talks of gold digging, talks of missing breakfast (miguel), mention of killing

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Your day was pretty slow. The only customers you had throughout the day were for cake testing or birthday cakes. Either way, you reached your goal and were satisfied with the work for the day.

At least, when it comes to the outside world as it was now 10:43pm and you were waiting for the ovens to cool down as you cleaned your kitchen. After washing the dishes and mopping the floors, you took off your apron, putting it on the hook in the kitchen before wiping your face. You cleaned off your chalkboard and double checked the ovens before closing them and grabbing your things along with your dessert box for the club workers across the street after locking your bakery up.

Little did you know when you entered, he was there in the VIP section.

His whiskey went down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke after spitting the drink out.

Obviously, not one of his best moments, but he was thankful he removed the carpet because it would be one hell of a mess he'd have to clean up.

"Everything alright, boss?" Lyla asked, tilting her head to the side and adjusting her heart shaped glasses.

Miguel gave her a nod, but his eyes were glued onto you as you smiled at the bartender, denied a drink and made your way out.

"Oh..." Lyla teased as she poked Miguel's shoulder. "Someone has his eyes on the baker from across the street. I don't blame you, she's gorgeous." She giggled and rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward. "Also, this will probably be the first time I see you with a woman."

"No, you've seen me in a relationship before."

"She does not count! I didn't like her." Lyla crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"And why not?" He furrowed his brows as he looked at his right hand and best friend.

"She was ignorant and a gold digger."

"She was not."

"The fact that she wanted her name plastered on this club, which is your popular club by the way, is enough to prove she's a gold digger. Remind me how the relationship ended."

Miguel sighed, knowing Lyla was right. "She broke up with me because I refused to give her some of my profits from my businesses."

"Exactly. However, the darling from across the street has her own business so she's making her own money. Plus, she's a baker! I saw you munching on her conchas after the meeting this morning. When did you even get it?"

"It was almost lunch time, and I haven't eaten all day. After you left the club, I came by and reimbursed everyone. I ate them and then told Jessica to get a new register for the club."

"Now, why would you tell her to do it knowing she's going to pop her baby out pretty soon?" Lyla crossed her arms.

"She picked it out and Noir helped carry it for her." He explained, gaining a nod from Lyla.

"Good, but now I need to know. How suave were you with the baker?" She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the romantic in her making an entrance.

"If stuttering and hardly saying a word until telling her to keep the change and that I didn't need a receipt was suave, then I guess I did pretty well." He leaned back against the navy velvet couch, groaning to himself as he realized his mistake.

"Hold on. The man that can make a deal as if were as easy as making a bowl of cereal, can..." she lowered her voice before continuing, "kill a man without flinching, couldn't speak to her?" She glared at him in confusion.

"So?"

"Miguel, you spoke to Dana without an issue."

"Well, this one is different!" He rubbed his temples. "No sé qué es, pero sé que ella es diferente en comparación a Dana." (I don't know what it is, but I know she's different compared to Dana.)

Lyla smirked. "You got bit by a huge love bug, Mig. Now, would you say it's love at first sight or are you just attracted to her?"

"I'm very attracted to her, but I want to get to know her first before I declare if it's love." He explained before running his fingers through his hair. "I just don't know how that'll happen if I can't get one word out that isn't rushed or broken from a stutter."

"Just one question. Didn't you say you wanted to expand your businesses?" Lyla asked, tilting her head to the side, a strand of her hair falling in front of her heart shaped glasses.

"Yeah?"

"And didn't you say you were interested in 'Love Language' because they made money compared to other bakeries near you or any other business?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm just saying, I thought you were glad Dana ended things because you don't mix business with pleasure." She shrugged, causing Miguel to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Ya dígame, Lyla. What's your point?!"

"Do me a favor and look across the street and tell me the name of the bakery."

Miguel rolled his eyes before peaking his head out of the VIP area towards the glass doors of his club. The streetlights illuminated the burgundy letters on the cream background of the dome shaped window awning.

"Mierda." He cursed under his breath, seeing the title of your bakery was the one he wanted to invest in or create a partnership with.

"Hey guys! You have to try these jelly doughnuts!" Miles called out to two of them.

Lyla got up and patted Miguel's shoulder. "Sorry big guy, but it's one or the other...unless you want both. Then again, it's her choice too. Good luck."

Miguel was convinced it was the unluckiest day he's ever had in his whole life. He wasn't sure if he could pick, but he also knew it was all up to you.

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@deputy-videogamer @barbiecrocs @deepinballs @faimmm @wakeupr41 @bubblegumfanfics @smartyren @kimmis-stuff @latenightcravingz @youcantseem3 @corpsebridenightamare @thedevax @cicithemess

[ghosts-bandwagon]

youre hispanic, im hispanic… so ghost with a hispanic reader… but theres a language barrier 🤭 they probably meet during the time he was in las almas, they dont understand what either one is saying but theres a mutual attraction 🫶

Literally kicking my feet and screaming rn I love this ❤️ every time Ghost or Soap speaks Spanish I have to stop bc I get palpitations I love them so much 😭❤️

You’ve been with Los Vaqueros for years now, you share their love and passion for your home, and Alejandro and Rodolfo became like family to you

So it’s no surprise that you’re on the same team when Soap and Ghost arrive, you’re in the same car when you crack a joke about Ghost and his mask

Little did you know, he heard you and had to bite his tongue to keep from huffing out of his nose in amusement

(That little shit definitely knows Spanish- he can understand it but not speak it as well and you can’t convince me otherwise)

Still, you couldn’t help the gravitational pull he had, even if you struggled to understand him

You could still communicate, but it was broken and you both had to slow down when you spoke to one another

During a rare moment of down time, you approached him while he was cleaning his guns, you had two mugs of café con leche balanced in one hand and a concha you managed to tackle a rookie for in the other

He watched you as you set the plate and mugs down while you cradled your own in your hand

“Para que no digas que no te hago nada.” So you can’t say I don’t do anything for you

Ghost couldn’t help the chuckle as he gratefully accepted the coffee and pastry (despite not having much of a sweet tooth)

“Gracias.”

Your heart burst when you heard him say it, your cheeks warmed up IMMEDIATELY and a wide smile threatened to split your face in two

You sat down across from him and watched him silently as he meticulously took apart and reassembled his gun, your leg bouncing under the table as you tried to keep yourself from kicking your feet like a schoolgirl

You couldn’t tell, but he was smiling softly under his mask, his cheeks as warm as yours

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 2 18+ Ft: Chifuyu, Kisaki, Mitsuya and Sanzu MINORS DNI WC: 800+ TW: cursing in spanish, slight degrading, hair pulling and sexual tension(with Sanzu)part 1 A/N: Hello babes! Part 2 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Chifuyu 

He caught on pretty quickly to how to pronounce the words, even phrases. When he’s in the shop and when he has a bit of downtime, he has a booklet of phrases that he would repeat to himself, and make sure he said it correctly. You are helping stock some supplies and when you hear him scolding Peke. “No peke J! Uno, dos, tres. Ahhh Merida.” Chifuyu began picking up the items that fell off the counter.

“You okay???” You asked about walking to the front. Peke J saw you walking up, and he began making his way towards you, purring as he wanted to be pet by you. “Was your daddy trying to discipline you by counting in Spanish?” you chuckled Peke responded in a meow “ mi precious” you spoke in a cute tone which he liked.

Chifuyu squinted his eyes “I’m trying to get him used to understanding it. He only seems to like it when you speak to him in spanish. And when I  say it he does the opposite. ”  Looking at Peke J who was now cuddling in your arms.

“Well  you should try on a softer tone like I do and not sound so gruff ” Kissing the top of Peke’s head. “Huh, mi bebe.” 

‘Little shit.’ Chifuyu said to himself as he was looking at his biggest competition who had your attention at this moment.

Kisaki 

He would memorize everything fast and in a matter of months he would be fluent. He noticed when he spoke to you in Spanish you would literally gawk at him like your star struck. He wouldn’t deny he liked that attention you gave him but when it came down to actually working it was a bit more bothersome. “Did you understand all the directions??” He asked as he was signing some paperwork. “_______…..” he looked up to see you almost in a trance. 

Snapping out of it. “Sorry, what did you say?” Looking at the blond hair man.

Taking his glasses off he pinched the bride of his letting out a sigh. “Necesito que prestes atención. Esto es importante ( I need you to pay attention. This is important.)”  you nodded at his response literally you went a bit tone-deaf hearing him speak again. “Do you understand?”

“Kisaki can I just say.” You were trying to speak but him knowing you so well he cut it short.

“afuera (out)” he pointed to the door. 

You huffed while walking out “You expect me to pay attention when you speak Spanish to me and you know how I get when you speak it to me.” You walked out still ranting. 

Mitsuya 

You were his model as he was getting rough estimates for a current design. The ball of pins was right next to him as he was making adjustments “Por favor da la vuelta (please turn around)” turning around at his sweet command. “Gracias”  he was folding the access fabric and then pinning it. 

“De nada (you're welcome)” you made sure you didn’t move because there would be times when you move you got poked.

The first time he heard you speak Spanish he thought it sounded so elegant. They way you had a form of grace in your tone the way the words sound more as he would call it 'enchanting'. But then there was also that side that sounded way worse just by the tone when you spoke and how you were saying things they were either bad words or bad phrases. Hearing you hum as he was finishing the last pin, you always did a cute hum when you were his mannequin.  Turning around once more. “Ay, qué lindo eres (Oh, you're so cute.).” he smiled 

“Stop saying things like that babe.” he was making you blush. “I only speak the truth.” Getting up kissing the tip of your nose. 

Sanzu

His hands were very grabby with you feeling him squeeze your ass . Another hand on the back of your head fist full of your hair. His tongue dancing against yours. You were feeling flustered any moment he was with you. Giving into him as always when he entered your home. You couldn’t reject him, not even a bit. He was your addiction and you loved it. With his hand he yanked your head back “Tienes una cara muy bonita (you have such a pretty face).” he spoke to you feeling his other hand gripping your chin as you could see his eyes dilated. Shoving his lips against yours feeling his teeth dragging on your bottom lip as he pulled away. Biting your lower lip you look at him as he sends chills down your spine. “te necesito ( i need you)”  looking into the eyes of your chaotic lover.

Letting out a devilish laugh that matches a smile. “You need me sucia(hoe)?”. You nodded at him. “Well, then I have to give you what you want…. Let’s sin up the fucken place then. What does a sucia like you want first?” 

“Anything papí.” The moment you said this to him his lips latched onto your lips once more his hands began to travel up your shirt.

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[thejaytapes]

Gotta treat your inkling captive with great care, starting with some patching up after her long fall.

[The following is a scene co-written by me an @universeskies]

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"Wow… Such a beautiful Angelfish."

Those words had struck Marina like a bolt of lightning. The Octarian found herself practically recoiling in shock, making her fumble with her weapon and panic. By the time she recovered herself and pointed her weapon back at the invading inkling, he had passed out.

…Well, that had made her job easy enough. And she couldn't waste this moment.

She quickly frisked the inkling for weapons. No weapons.

But the bracelets on her arms looked sharp. She slid them off, carefully avoiding the studs in case they were laced with toxins and she kicked them off to the side.

Her heart raced, even through her intense focus, at how surreal this was.

She had never encountered an inkling invader this close. Usually, they were quick on their feet, focused, and deadly, just like DJ Octavio had told them. This inkling was at her mercy, bruised and bleeding.

Even as she carried the invader over her shoulder back to DJ Octavio to report her, the way the inkling's body slumped over her shoulder grabbed her attention.

This was a unique opportunity. If she played her cards right, she would have a subject to study - to extract more information about inklings and their weaknesses, she reasoned. Dig deeper into what kind of technology the Inkling Menace had in their arsenal - and what they didn't have. The more they knew about their enemy, the better she could help her people.

Although… admittedly she had her own personal interest behind her idea. Despite inklings being their sworn enemy, Marina always found herself deeply intrigued by them. She needed to study them to finally put her own nagging fascination to rest. As long as her curiosity blazed through her mind, she knew she wouldn't be able to proceed on her current projects. Not while a whole inkling fell right into her hands.

And that was when those few words the inkling spoke crept back into her mind.

What a beautiful angelfish…

Did he know what he was even looking at? What she was even saying? Marina doubted it. And yet, for her, those words made her skin prickle in a... surprisingly nice way.

Beautiful angelfish. Her. Beautiful angelfish.

No one had ever called her beautiful before. Her younger years were full of elder octarians cooing over how she was such a handsome young man, so polite and respectful for her age, and so well dressed in the typical attire meant for a young octoling man.

…What made this inkling find her to be beautiful? Now that... she needed to find out too.

Pearl's groans were very audible and the inkling that had fallen was squirming and wincing in pain from the tremendous fall.

Slowly, Pearl find herself conscious once again. "Ughhhhhh…what happe-!!! OUCH! URGH!!" Pearl was wide awake now. As he regained consciousness, the pain was more prevalent than ever.

"Ouuuuuuchhhhh… Jue la gran puta…la concha de la madre…" He hissed aloud and looked down at all his injuries. "What the shell just happened?? I feel like shit…What…" The fallen, and now confused inkling investigated her surroundings.

The MC Princess found himself far from any ordinary infirmary… or hospital room. It wasn't even any place she could recognize. The flickering lights and the rough state of the room made that clear.

"Oh!" Pearl laid his eyes on to the… inkling? No. This Inkling didn't look at all like, well, an Inkling. She had round ears, and hair that was curlier than any of the squid tentacle he has seen. No conjoined mask either, just a beautiful mask around both of her eyes, framing that very peculiar and special pupils.

Who was this? Her attire was very peculiar too, but then… slowly it dawned on him.

The image of this beautiful angelfish. pointing at her with what it could be a .52 Gal? Or a .96 Gal? Who knows, but Who cares as well.

"Yo! You're the beautiful…uhmmm, Inkling? Well no, more like Angelfish, yeah, that I saw! It wasn't a dream!" Pearl said outloud, almost forgetting the state he was in, but the wincing and soreness soon followed. "Ouch."

The Angelfish looked up from the medical supplies she was quickly gathering when she heard Pearl stirring, tensing up at the sight of his movement.

"Don't move." She ordered, in an alarmed but steady tone. "I'm going to stop the bleeding."

The tone and the way that this… (Healer? Nurse?? Medic???) spoke... It was so…magical yet so different to what Pearl had heard back in Inkopolis. Who was this?

However, the stern, concerned tone to her voice made the Punk Princess put her questions aside and made him look down at himself.

His spiked bracelets were gone and her hair wasn't tied up anymore. Her wounds that were barely clean and moving was just pushing for the bleeding to get worse.

"Oh! My B. Sorry." Pearl listened and stayed put. She could ask for his belongings later, but right now... She couldn't stop looking at this…Angelfish.

Pearl could've sworn that he had seen this kind of curly hair before.

The Angelfish frowned, intense with focus as she dabbed some pressure over Pearl's cuts. Her gaze trailed carefully over the inkling's mask, the wide shape of her tentacles, and the long, pointy ears… Then she quickly looked away, searching for a cleaning salve. She worked to clean each wound, leaning in closer as she seemed to take in more details of his face.

Then she moved on to her arms, holding out each arm to apply the salve there. Her gaze raked along the length of his arms, and then she pulled back to inspect his hands. "You inklings don't have any retractable barbs or claws, do you?" She asked, "Anything venomous?"

Pearl couldn't help but to look at her with curiosity at those questions. In fact... the way that He was being questioned… did he break something? He must have. That would explain why he had those injuries.

However, the stinging pain from the Angelfish's treatment made him focus and keep still. At least for now. But it still made him nagged at him…

"Ahhh shit, did I do the stereotypical bullshit that music stars do? Maaaaaan, I hope not." Pearl thought with a bit of sweat, hoping that wasn't the case. He didn't like drinking at all and never would, and she knew she wouldn't break anything... Well... if she doesn't find reason to do it.

Nonetheless, the Inkling shook his head. "Nope! I don't think We have those barbs or like… claws… Yours look pretty cool though!" Pearl said with a sincere smile, looking at the claws on the hands that were attending him. Surely this must be an Angelfish, and the most beautiful there ever was.

"Would be pretty cool though, if we had like… that power though. With flying! Oh man! That would make it extra cool!" The so-called Inkling Menace responds.

Then she paused, and added soberly, "Yo…if I like, broke something, I'm really sorry."

The Angelfish paused, glancing at her own fingers. She seemed to be having an internal battle with herself at the compliment. But Pearl saw her focused expression shift into a more... flustered expression.

Then she gave her head a little shake, and moved to grab the bandages and start to patch over the cleaned injuries.

"You broke through one of our domes. It'll be a simple repair." She explained, before turning her gaze back to look the inkling in the eye. "You don't have any weapons, and clearly you didn't… plan your trajectory, if I had to take a guess…" She said, glancing up and down at his injuries. "But you're still an invader, and you caught us at a really bad time, whatever you set out to do."

"Ohhh…" Pearl took time to fully process that. She fell… on the domes? He does remember hearing glass shattering and a really rough landing, and then seeing the pretty lady pointing the shooter weapon towards him. "Huh. That explains why I'm sore as shell! Hehe…" Despite it all, the inkling couldn't help but to laugh at the events that lead to here. A heartfelt laugh, with the feeling relief washing over her.

"Ahhh, Thank You though for patching me up…" Pearl said, gazing at her nurse in this case.

Looking closer at those eyes, the Punk inkling's gaze was so attracted to those round and soft, warm eyes. Eyes full of wonder. It set off so many thoughts for Pearl at that moment…

"Pretty eyes…" "That look…so beautiful" "Those are some cute eyebrows" "She is looking at me….I feel…good…"

The Angelfish seemed to jump a little after their eyes met for a long moment. She seemed... flustered. Which only made Pearl smile more.

"I-I… really appreciate it. My name's Pearl by the by." Pearl put in.

"Pearl…" The Angelfish echoed quietly, patting Pearl's now-bandaged arm. "I'm… I prefer Marina." She stated.

"Marina…" Pearl repeats it and smiles warmly.

"Thats a pretty name. Fitting for an Angelfish like You." Pearl felt like her hearts were thumping so much.

Almost like... The world seemed a bit brighter, as though a bit of a color has been regained ever since starting her journey in her music career, as none other than the MC Princess. "…But You are much prettier."

Unbeknownst to him, as he made his forward comment, Marina felt as though the world was just a little more colorful as well.

[dam-mar]

Since Thorn hatched, that means the other little guy is gonna hatch and I think his rider is either gonna be Arya or someone on the King’s side

[milkboydotnet]

Friends of the Filipino People in Struggle (FFPS) extends its highest salute to the 10 revolutionaries who were martyred in a sustained military operation by the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) on the island of Panay over the past two weeks. We are deeply saddened to learn about the reports that among the martyred was Concha Araneta, a 73-year-old NDF representative in Panay and NDF peace consultant.

The island of Panay has faced escalating militarization, particularly following Duterte’s Executive Order No. 70, which established the NTF-ELCAC and implemented the “whole-of-nation-approach”, and Memorandum Order No. 32, which increased military deployment in the region. This trend of militarization and the accompanying violence against the masses have continued under the current US-Marcos regime.

The recent International People’s Tribunal (IPT) specifically denounced the Tumandok Massacre in 2020 in Panay as a war crime committed by US imperialism and its local allies, where nine Indigenous Tumandok leaders were extrajudicially killed by AFP forces. Rural communities in Panay, especially the Tumandok, have suffered continuous fascist attacks, including hamletting by the AFP. The AFP’s intensive military operations over the past two weeks have brought further extreme violence and violations of international humanitarian law. Reports by Human Rights organizations indicate that there were attacks on peasants’ livelihoods, withholding of the remains by the AFP and that at least six of the martyred revolutionaries bore injuries which suggest the possibility of torture, cruel treatment, and summary execution.

The AFP’s counterinsurgency operations, falsely dubbed ‘counter-terrorism’, are in fact a terror campaign against the Filipino people who are struggling for liberation from foreign domination, landlord exploitation and a corrupt fascist state. The revolution remains as valid as ever, since these basic problems to Philippine society remain present. 

Why else would thousands of Filipinos answer the call to go to the countryside and serve the masses in an armed revolution, if not because they clearly see the oppressive and exploitative nature of foreign domination and local reaction? The semi-colonial and semi-feudal system holds no viable future for the majority of the Filipino people. Even though the US-Marcos regime likes to pretend and propagate that the Filipino people in struggle are either foolish or brainwashed, those who join the armed struggle are among the bravest, sharpest, and willing to sacrifice their lives in order to serve the people. And their deaths weigh heavier than all the mountains in Panay, as they gave their lives for the liberation of the Filipino people and of all oppressed.

Those of us who met ka Concha when she was overseas to participate in the peace negotiations as NDF consultant, remember her as warm, dedicated and with good humour. She gave her whole life to the revolution, and to all of us from FFPS, she is a shining example of the resilience, compassion and revolutionary spirit of the Filipino people in their struggle for national and social liberation.

As US imperialism and its allies escalate violence, especially against those engaged in national liberation struggles, it is of the utmost urgency for all of us to strengthen our solidarity with oppressed peoples. We know that the Philippine ruling classes and their US imperialist overlords will not relinquish their wealth and power voluntarily. They willingly wage war not only on the Filipino people who resist their rule but on all basic classes of Philippine society. But the Filipino people demonstrate that revolution is the only solution. Sacrifice is an inevitable part of this struggle, and to honor those who have given their lives, we must intensify our own efforts.

For us, the best way to honor the martyrs is to strengthen our commitment, our revolutionary optimism and our all-rounded solidarity to the Philippine revolution. Let us ensure that for every martyr, a hundred solidarity activists take up the work of supporting the Filipino people and their just revolution. As we approach our Global Day of Action on August 26, which would have been ka Concha’s 74th birthday, let us pay tribute to the martyrs of the Philippine revolution with our most extensive global effort, demonstrating our unwavering commitment to support the Philippine revolution. The Filipino people’s revolution still grows stronger and we continue to support it until liberation!

Let us be brave like Ka Concha and all other martyrs, and all the fighting Filipino masses and stir up and spread the flames of solidarity with the Philippine revolution all around the world! 

[imagine-by-susu]

Wolverine/Logan Howlett x F!Latina!Reader - Shut Up!

______________________________________________________________ GIF IS NOT MINE AN: I used the internet for all Spanish words and phrases, so bear with any mistakes and correct me if needed. I wanted to make this a bit more authentic. Word Count: 1,634 Warnings: A bit of swearing in English and in Spanish (via translator), a tiny bit of spice in the end but nothing graphic Summary:  It was a mystery to most of your anger was part of your fiery mutation or your Latin-American upbringing. Either way you were force to recon with. Requested by @thefandomdiaries07 Requests are open                ______________________________________________________________ The Jet barely touched the ground, ramp just barely kissing the floor underneath as you jumped out of it. Face pulled into a snarl and Rogue who had impatiently waited for the return of you and your group stopped after she had taken one step in your direction. She knew you long enough to see when you were angry and when you were angry you were unapproachable. Many had first hand experience on it, Rogue included. It was a mystery to most of your anger was part of your fiery mutation or your Latin-American upbringing. Either way you were force to recon with. “What happened this time?” Rogue asked as you pushed passed her and you stopped dead in your tracks before swirling around, the fire literally burning in your eyes. “Ask this pinche estupido (fucking idiot).” With a finger she pointed to the Wolverine who just happened to exit the jet just as pissed as you seemed to be. “Don’t give me that look, firecracker!” he shouted at her as he got closer. Rogue didn’t need to hear any more as she pushed between them before the situation could escalate. She placed a gloved hand on each of their shoulders to stop them from getting closer. “How about we take a nice little walk (Y/N). I need to tell you what happened when you were gone.”

Letting go of Logan who was still very much angry Rogue shoved her friend to the exit looking over her shoulder to signal Logan to better not get to close to you for the next couple of hours.

You barely entered your room when you started to curse profanities in Spanish. Rogue might not understand what you were saying but whatever it was it was clear that every sailor would’ve blushed in shame at it. In concern Rogue watched on as you paced your room pulling off your gear and tossing it out of sight before pushing open your wardrobe to grab something more comfortable. “I just can’t believe that Canadian la concha de tu madre (motherfucker) had the audacity to get in my way and now he’s the angry. I told him to piss off.” Your accent laid heavy in your words and Rogue flinched a little when you closed your wardrobe loudly and made your way to your bathroom. “By god, (Y/N) what did Logan do exactly?” she asked through the door after you had made your way to the bathroom and locked it. From behind the door you were cursing up yet another storm under your breath before Rogue heard the water starting to run. “It was supposed to be a stealthy mission, dios mio (my god), and I told him I got it under control. Just a little distraction with fire, but no he had to run into the fight like the cabrón (bastard) he is and then blame me that he almost turned into fried…how would you say it? Ah yes, a fried chicken.” Rogue hold back a laughter knowing that if you would hear it would only add fuel to the literal fire. “It’s not like he wouldn’t recover from it in minutes.” A huff came out of your mouth. “Gracias, mi amiga. I told him the same, but no, he had nothing better to do than blow up in my face what a reckless idiot I was.” Rogue couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her lips. You and Logan always clashed together whenever you two were in the same room. It was more concerning these days if a second goes by without you two fighting. Both of you had a talent to rail the other up but in the end no one ever gets hurt and only little scorch marks were found in the mansion that were easily hidden by paintings or vases. In general you two worked great as a team, teased each other on good days but today the teasing seemed to have railed you both into a loop of insults and accusations once again. “It could help if you finally fuck each other’s brains out.” Rogue thought that her suggestion would fall on deaf ears when a sudden silence came from the bathroom. The water had stopped running and Rogue laid her hand on the doorknob concerned that something happened before the door was ripped open and you stood there a towel wrapped around yourself and (Y/H/C) hanging wet into your face with your eyes gleaming at your best friend. “What did you just say?” both of you stared at each other with wide eyes before Rogue started to grin widely. “Oh, you heard me (Y/N). And don’t even think about denying it. You’re literally eye fucking Logan whenever you fight.” “I believe, mi amiga, it’s time for you to leave.” Rogue still smirked as she wiggled her eyebrow at you laughing loudly as she ran out of the door before you could throw anything at her. - You haven’t left your room after Rogue had ran out. Her words still echoed in your mind and you desperately tried to get them out. It was just stupid girl talk, right? Just a teasing comment from one friend to the other to ruffle their feathers, right? With a groan you decided that now that probably most in the mansion had gone to sleep for the day since it had become night fall, it was time to get a little midnight snack before heading to bed. Still to loaded to even consider to go to sleep right away despite the tiring mission that laid behind you. So you tip toed silently into the kitchen concentrating on not to make any noise whatsoever, since Rogue had caught you one to many teams with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth in the middle of the night. But it seemed you weren’t the only in the kitchen at this time of night. You stopped dead in your tracks. “Mierda.” Your cursed under your breath at the bent body that seemed to have caught onto your whisper. Said body raised to its full height and turned around and instantly you wanted to go back to your room at the sight of Logan before you. Instead of a teasing comment like usual he only raised an eyebrow at you with a bear in one hand. “Rogue won’t be too pleased to see you here.” Desperately you tried to not let your eyes wander  over his exposed chest and down to his way too low hanging sleep pants. Why in the world does he refuse to sleep in a shirt like any normal person would? Rogue’s comment for early didn’t help your mind from wandering around before you caught yourself and pushed passed him to roam around the fridge. “Rogue isn’t here now, is she?” you replied no glancing once at him. You heard him huff before he took a swig from his drink. Shaking your head you bent over to grab for the ice cream that Rogue probably tried to hide in a poor attempt. As you felt a pair of eyes on you, you stood back up with the ice cream in hand and closed the fridge, glaring at Logan. He took another swig of his beer to hide his smirk which still didn’t go unnoticed by you. “You enjoy standing in a dark kitchen watching girls bending over?” you could feel the fire of anger boil in you ready for another round of bickering between you and him. Logan placed the beer down onto a table before he took step forward, you on the other hand stayed still looking up at him. “I enjoy standing in a dark kitchen watching you bend over.” You blamed the boiling anger in your for the warmth that spread into your cheeks at his words. “No insults? I’m disappointed.” You didn’t stop him when Logan snaked an arm around you to pull your closer to his naked torso. “Are you now, princess?” his breath fanned over your face, your hands simultaneously balled into fists on his chest. “Yes, it’s the only redeeming quality of yours.” You retorted back smirking at your own comment while Logan pulled his face back a little an irritated look on his face. “Well then,” he came closer again his lips brushing over your neck, his beard scratching your pulse point. “Maybe I need to show you more of other ‘qualities’ as you so nicely put it.” Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him impossibly closer. “¡Cállate! (Shut up)” You muttered onto his lips and you could feel how he titled his head to the side a little. “It means shut up.” you explained at his expression. “Why would I shut up if it gets such reactions out of you?” an annoyed sighed left you before you pushed yourself to loose all the distance between you two. As Logan had expected the kiss was fierce, passionate and hot. His arm that was wrapped around tightened, his unoccupied hand travelled to the back of your head to you closer to him. It was a bruising kiss neither of you wanted to submit to. And like a silent agreement you both pulled away from each other breath heavy from the lack of oxygen but still not letting go of the other. “Mierda, Rogue was right.” You mumbled over his lips as he brushed them over yours lightly and he hummed in question. “We do need to fuck each other’s brains out.” A low rumble escaped his chest and you too couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips. “Why don’t you grab your ice cream than and we’ll move this to your bedroom?” never in your life had you run up to your room in such a haste before.