When Miles gets mad, he speaks Spanish. And I'm talking bout that, "Rio is mad about to beat somebody ass" type of Spanish. That's how any spider-person knows they've pissed him off.
And it scares a good amount of them too because he's acting like somebody Mama snapping his fingers when they aren't paying attention to what he is saying, pacing back and fourth, shaking his head, mumbling stuff ect.
But you know Miles, he is switching back and forth from Spanish and English. Which makes them like 10times more scary. Because to them it's like "I understand you man and I'm sorry," then it's "I lost you- what did you say!? What am I supposed to do!? Oh my gosh!!" And he ends ever angry rant with either, "Don't do that shit again" or "do you understand me" (like I said - like somebody's mama)
And Hobie? Hobie is the biggest instigator, so if he so happens to hear, walk by, be in the room whatever- he will back up Miles all the way. Because he thinks Miles looks cute when he gets mad. Yea, he's scarying the crap out of whoever he's screaming at, but to Hobie, it's cute. The way his face is scrunched up and the way he's probably cussing the person out. Hobie doesn't understand him but he backs him up all the way even if Miles is wrong.
Bonus:
Miguel agrees with everything Miles is saying when he's mad because he found out that Miles got a B in Spanish, so he is shocked when Miles comes into his office one day going on a full rant (in Spanish) about some of the spider-people who where being openingly racist. Miguel is so shocked that he doesn't say anything, making Miles walk out of the room to sit them straight himself.
And ever since then, Miguel just agrees every time he hears Miles say, "Right, Tio!?" And he records and sends it to Rio.(I believe that Miguel, MJ and Rio have become Mom Friends you can't change my mind-)
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“should i order something for dinner?”
sae glances up at you before looking back at his phone, frowning. “no sé.”
you bite back an aggravated sigh, brows knitting in annoyance at his response.
recently, sae has developed the habit of speaking in spanish when he’s mad at you.
(he used to give you the cold shoulder, but he realized it started to backfire when you ignored him in return, so he settled for making sure you had a hard time understanding what he was saying instead.)
you lean against the couch, “how do you feel about getting some pizza?”
he doesn’t look at you, “no quiero.”
you make a face, “stop being so difficult.”
he turns to look at you sticking his tongue out, his brows knit in anger.
a frustrated sigh leaves your lips, your head dropping against the couch cushions. “you can’t stay mad at me forever!”
“sí puedo.” your eyes close in annoyance when you feel him glaring at you.
you lift your head up to look at him, glaring back. “i already apologized!”
“it wasn’t sincere!” he huffs, angrily turning away from you and crossing his arms.
a triumphant hum leaves your lips, a satisfied grin settling on your lips. sae turns to look at you with thinly-veiled curiosity.
a mocking huff of laughter slips past your lips and you stick your tongue out at him in satisfaction, “you stopped speaking in spanish.”
his face flushes, his eyes widening in realization before he glares at you again. “no i didn’t!”
“you did it again!” you hide your mouth behind your hands in a feeble attempt to hide your laughter.
a pout grows on his lips, the tips of his ears flushing, “…mentira.”
you slump against the couch, “what are you even mad for anyway?”
sae makes a face, looking away from you. his brows furrow even further as you stare at his cheek.
“…no sé.” his voice is laced with embarrassment, the tips of his ears a bright red as his cheeks slowly flush.
(you don’t need to know what he’s saying to conclude he doesn’t even know why he’s mad. it’s somehow even more annoying.)
confused frustration writes itself in your face, “why are you still being so petty, then?”
“i’m mad at you over something!” he groans, running a hand down his face.
“you wanna know what i think?” you smile.
“no.” you think it’s funny how he still says it in spanish.
you lean closer to him, “i think you should stop being mad at me.”
he gives you a look. “no thanks.”
“sae,” you lean even closer, pouting, “i’m sorry.”
he turns to you, raising a brow, “sorry for what?”
there’s a best of silence.
“you don’t even know what you’re sorry for!” sae glares.
you glare back, “you don’t either!”
his face flushes a deep red. he looks away from you, pausing for a second before glancing at you shyly, “te odio.”
you roll your eyes. “whatever.”
(you also don’t need to tell him you’ve started picking up on what his words mean. or that you’ve started to secret my learn a few of them.
it’d be a shame if he learned yet another language just to be petty.)
“you don’t know what you did?” he looks at you, pouting.
“not really.” you blink, crossing your arms, “do you?”
his lips curl into a fine line, his face flushing before he clears his throat in embarrassment. “not really.” (you think it’s cute how he repeats your words.)
you playfully poke his cheek. “how about we forget what you were mad at me about and order food already?”
he cracks a small smile, “depends on what we’re getting.”
“whatever you want.” you cheekily smile at him.
(you both know he’ll end up choosing whatever you’re craving.)
a sigh leaves your lips when you stretch your arms out, reaching for your phone. “you’re cute when you’re speaking spanish.”
“oh yeah?” he sounds smug. it makes you almost want to forgive him for being petty. (but you won’t.)
a smile blooms on your lips your eyes sparkling with mischief as the words slip out of your mouth, “totalmente.”
(you wish you’d taken a picture of his shocked face.)
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