#mis puerto ricans mamis

[natgf123]

Chicos la baby (young miko) le pidió a alondra (streamer) q hagan un stream juntas con Rai y alex *de repente es team alondra*

[tan1shere]

You just started my newfound Miko obsession 😭

Can you maybe do a drabble with reader also being Puerto Rican, but she grew up not learning Spanish (literally my life 😫) and Miko teaching her cute little phrases and just being sweet with her lil no sabo gf

She teaches you Spanish

Young Miko x Puerto Rican female reader !

A/n: Ahh you're a sweetheart I'm so glad and I sure can ml !! Now heads up I know absolutely nothing apart from maybe a few words in Spanish so please my beautiful people correct anything that's wrong if I mess this up .. Google translate isn't always correct 😃

Warnings - none, just fluff !

Masterlist

Was it weird you grew up in Puerto Rico yet you knew zero Spanish. Maybe a little, it bugged you if you were honest but that went away the day Miko said she'd teach you a little bit.

She had just come home from being in the studio all day. You were on the couch, honestly excited for the little lessons she was about to teach you. She sets her bags down and comes over to you. "Hi Mami." She greets, sitting down and bringing your legs over her lap. "Hi baby. Good day?" You asked. "Not bad, not bad. You ready?" You nod at her question. "Where do we start."

"Well we could start with counting? Think that'll be easy so far?" You nod yet again, sitting up a bit. Preparing for this, counting couldn't be hard right? "Uno, is one." She began, you listen carefully trying to get everything right. You repeat after her. "Good! That sounded good ok, dos."

And so on and so on. You nailed them, that was until she started firing sentences at you. "tu eres mi mundo-" "woah woah, slow down." You giggle, she laughs along with you. "Should i say it slower?" "Yes, dumb it down for me." She laughs more. "Ok, say tu. But the way I do not like two." You nod as she says that, saying it exactly how she did. Eventually putting the whole thing together. "Tu eres mi mundo?" She smiles wide. "Yes!! You got it, wooo." She grabs your hands. "What does it mean." She just shrugs with a cheeky grin.

"You didn't cuss me out or anything right?" She shakes her head. "Course, not!" She says way too enthusiastically. Your eyes squint. "I'm kidding mi Chica. I just said you are my world." A smile was brought to your face. "That's cute." A blush creeps up on your cheeks at the thought. "Exactly like you."

"Hmmm how do I say I love you?" "Te amo." You nod going to say it exactly the way she did. "Te amo baby." She smiles wide at you, proud at how well you're getting this. "yo también te amo mama." You stare at her blankly. She laughs again. "I just said I love you too mama." You lean over to kiss her. "Thank you for this I'm actually learning finally." She kisses your cheek before standing. "You're welcome baby, you did really good I'm proud." Just that sentence alone made you feel warm.

"Eres sexy como cualquier cosa." She says while standing. Yet another blank look on your features.

"Huh?" She shrugs. "You'll just have to figure it out."

Future me, hi ! I hope this is good :D

[milesmoraleswife4l]

Miles 1610 X Nigerian Y/N

notes: nigga when I tell you this took my too long to make. Like writing this is not for the weak bruh

warnings: jus fluff ig

summary: y/n takes miles to meet her nigerian parents. ( im nigerian so umm yea)

“Miles, they are not going to like you if you don't take this seriously.” You said this for the 15th time. Miles is coming with you to a party your parents are throwing at your house. You thought it would be a good time to introduce them to Miles for the first time. As much as you were excited, you were hella nervous because this was the first time you ever brought into this household. And not just any household, but a Nigerian one at that. 

Miles needed to understand that one wrong move will ultimately end in your mom gossiping to all your aunts and your dad to the uncles saying, “ arabinrin mi, o ko ni gbagbọ aṣiwère ti ọmọbinrin wa mu fun wa lati pade oh.” (my sister, you won't believe the fool our daughter has brought back for us to meet oh) 

It's like you could hear it from a mile away. The thought made you sweat bullets because you know that they'll never approve if they have a horrible introduction to each other. “ No Miles try again, that's not right! C’mon you actually have to try. “ You said about just giving up and saying maybe this isn't the right time for him to meet them. ‘’Mami por que te preocupas tanto?’’ He said coming closer to hold your waist. “ because you don't know my parents, they're super judgemental and really strict. Like they didn't want me to even think about boys until i was at the ripe age of 30.’’ “ Thats crazy.’’ He said while laughing. 

 ‘Not its not, because as much as i love you, i need our parents to support our relationship.’’ you said as you were pacing around your room. ‘’ Ok ok I understand. Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it ok?” he said while grabbing both of your sides and engulfing you in a warm hug. And you sigh as you take in a pleasant whiff of his cologne.

TIME SKIP

Miles rang the doorbell to your parents house. “ remember everything i taught you please, and just be yourself at the same time.’’ you said while giving him a nervous smile. ‘’ Don't worry mami everything will be ok’’ He said wanting to give you a kiss but the door flew open.’’ e kassan mommy this is Miles” you said very sweetly to your mom. “ ekassan ma o dara pupọ o pade rẹ” Miles said while bending down to greet your mom. You just stand there; completely shook because you never taught him all of that. ‘’ Here are some roses I brought you, and you look completely beautiful, now I know where Yn got her beauty from.” He says smirking a little at you and how surprised you are. “ AHH AHH YN, why didn't you tell me you got with this handsome man?! Please arewa okunrin, what's your ethnicity, let me have three guesses!’’ your mom said begging the poor boy. “ No mom please no, he doesn't need to tell you all of that.” you said completely embarrassed that it even came out of her mouth. Luckily, Miles just laughed and proceeded to answer the question. “ I'm actually African american and Puerto rican ma.’’ “

Ehen so Yn has now gone and brought home a latin boy, ok ohh.’’ Your mom says, folding her arms in astonishment. “ Ok well Yns dad isn't here right now but you're more than welcome to stay.” Your mom says pulling him away for him to meet all your aunties. “ Come and see the fine boy Yn has brought to me ohh.’’ She exclaimed while pulling miles away. You laughed as you saw him being poked and prodded by many aunties at once. When they finally finished, which felt like hours after, he came back to meet you with a smirk on your face. “ Well, that was definitely something.’’ he said like he just saw a ghost. “ This is my family for you.’’ You said while laughing your head off. “ Haha. very funny.’’ He said while rolling his eyes. “ Anyway, im super hungry, can i get something to eat real quick?’’ He asked, wrapping his hand around your shoulder. “ Not too close omo, do you want her to get pregnant?!’’ Your mom yelled from far away. “ Mom! Stop please im begging” you said covering your face in embarrassment. “ Sorry!” Miles quickly said while moving his arm, but still scooting closer to you so that he can be near you as much as possible. “ Ok lemme just get something for you to eat c’mon.’’ You said while pulling him off the couch. 

He followed you to the kitchen and jumped up when he saw plantain. 

“ You guys have platanos too?!’’ “ Mi vida, here if anyone hears you call it that you're in big trouble. We call it dodo or plantain.” You said while rubbing his face by how cute he's being. “ Well whatever you want to call it, give me two big spoon-fuls of that please.” He said  while looking at it like it was his prey he was about to catch. “ Ok OK! It's not going anywhere why are you looking at it like that?’’ You said, chuckling at how hungry he is. “ Oh and gimme some fufu and efo riro.” He said looking over the table. “ Miles bruh, how do you even know about that?’ You said dying of laughter. “ Mami stop asking my questions and just put it please i'm dying over here” He said all dramatic.

Ok so this is litterally my first story so dont judge me pls. :)

[strwbnnie]

i have a feeling connie’s hispanic idk, leaning towards dominican, any thoughts? ;)

Yessss! Dominican or Puerto Rican for sureeee 🥹 he likes to call y/n mami or mi amor, sometimes reina if he’s feeling extra lovey dovey & i just know he be cussin in spanish when he fuckin 😭 I love my Spanish Papi 😭🥹

[lobuenodepuertorico]

Young Miko pintó al “Anfi” de rosa

La noche del sábado, la joven artista puertorriqueña llevó a cabo su presentación en el legendario recinto, con casa llena, donde reinaron las vestimentas y maquillajes creativos

Parecía un mar de rosa. El Anfiteatro Tito Puente fue invadido por miles de personas vestidas en tonalidades de ese color. El batallón esperaba parado sobre las gradas mientras coreaba el nombre de su comandante frente a la imponente tarima de negro: Miko.

Una figura esbelta de cabello largo y rubio apareció de repente sobre la tarima, armada con un micrófono con patrón de arcoíris. A sus espaldas, un escuadrón de bailarines inició una intensa coreografía y la cantante dio voz a sus primeros versos. La masa la recibió con algarabía y en la boca de la figura se dibujó una sonrisa complacida.

El primer concierto de Young Miko había comenzado.

La noche del sábado, la joven artista puertorriqueña llevó a cabo su presentación en el mencionado recinto, con casa llena, donde reinaron las vestimentas y maquillajes creativos, al igual que una variedad de experiencias para sus fanáticos.

Jasper Estrada es parte de ese grupo de fans. Vistiendo un exótico y llamativo vestido de su propia creación, llegó hasta allí junto a un grupo de amistades para disfrutar de la música de Miko, aunque aseguró que su asistencia fue algo “de último momento”. Su cabello colorido contrastaba con las estrellas maquilladas sobre su rostro y una sonrisa amplia le brindaba el toque final a su “look”.

Fotos: así fue el primer concierto de Young Miko en Puerto Rico

“Yo siento que es bien revolucionaria. Tú no ves muchas mujeres representando, y menos mujeres lesbianas o parte de la comunidad [LGBT+]. Me encanta su flow”, opinó, con un poco de timidez. “Yo no dormí casi nada haciendo esto. Yo lo hice. Es de una sábana de ‘Hello Kitty’”, explicó sobre su vestido, entre risas.

Pero más allá de la ropa y el brillo, para personas como Jasper, ver y apoyar a Young Miko es una forma de resistencia. Una apuesta al futuro.

“Yo soy una persona no binarie, y tener tanta representación en la comunidad para mí es bien importante. En este país se necesita mucho la representación. Y lamentablemente hay tanta discriminación. Hace unos días mataron a una mujer trans en Carolina. Yo soy de Carolina. Y como una persona trans, me choca porque puedo ser yo. Pueden ser mis amigos. Es algo bien emocional y espero que cause más cambios en el país y estén abiertos a darse cuenta de que somos personas”, dijo.

Allí, frente a una caseta simulando un salón de tatuajes, decenas de personas hacían fila para poder hacerse tatuajes temporeros alusivos a las letras e iconografía de la trapera. También hubo estaciones de maquillaje, donde se le trazaban diseños de “liner” especiales a quien los deseara. De igual forma, hubo un área donde fanáticos podían escribir pancartas o pegar corazones con mensajes especiales.

Miko empezó su presentación cerca de las 10:00 p.m. y ofreció un espectáculo de casi dos horas interpretando temas como “Putero”, “Puerto Rican Mami”, “Standard” y “Kilimanjaro”.

Fuente: Elnuevodia

[princejibble]

I want to be feminine in the way that my mami was feminine. All my life, I've never seen her with long hair; she always kept it short but blow dried to perfection. She mainly wore black and blue and green with pants because she didnt like how light colors and skirts looked on her, but they always fit her form perfectly. She always had on earrings, necklaces, and bracelets, but they were small and simple because that felt more comfortable to her. She kept her makeup light and easy, and laughs when i put a lot of color eyeshadow or too dark of a smoky eye.

Growing up, my mami wanted me to be the symbol of femininity she felt she couldn't attain. Not just because of her self image or cultural differences, because she's the strongest person I know. But she wanted me to be the woman she couldn't ever feel comfortable being. Pink, fluffy dresses and bright florals and long, perfectly kept hair without an unruly mess of curls. And it wasnt until recently, when learning about my latinx identity and delving into my family history for this, that I realized why she did that. Of course, she wanted me to conform to American society, thats always a given with parents who have to learn to adapt late in the game. But mainly she wanted me to be the feminine she couldnt perform. However, what she never realized and I still have trouble with communicating to her to this day, is I just wanted to be the woman that she was. I wanted her femininity, not the one she wanted me to be.

I held onto this femininity of mine even after i moved out for college freshman year and was able to release myself from the performance. I tried a lot of identities, a lot of homemade haircuts and bleach jobs. I went from growing out leg hair to keeping it clean shaven back to growing it out. But even through it all, i clinged onto that single 'she' pronoun even if it held me back during a lot of my life. Part of what i have come to realize as i grow and explore my gender identity, is how intrinsically tied it is to how i view myself as a puerto rican and cuban woman. Im not just a woman. I'm a latina. My femininity is the pilón my mothers used to cook for their families, my own sitting (albeit covered in dust) in my kitchen. It is not the rolling pin. My femininity is the way garlic sticks to your clothes after cooking. My femininity is the sounds of cuatros and trompetas and güiros. It is the smell of cafe con leche rather than a latte (even if theyre the same ingredients). My femininity is the cackling of laughter with family and friends, even on grainy zoom meetings and whatsapp calls. My femininity is the strength i saw in my mami when her father, her nephew, her brother died and she had to remain steadfast to keep the family from falling apart. My femininity is in the way i want to be strong for her, for my family, for my friends, and for my future family and friends. When tragedy strikes, I want to not blink as i dirty my new shoes and skirt as i wade through the mud. Its not hesitatinh to clean after your loved ones when theyre sick and vulnerables. Its the cracking open of vegetables with your hands and using your nails to mix Adobo seasoning into the meat before throwing it on the sartén. Its digging your feet in the sand and sitting by the beach as you watch the sun set and the stars come out, seeing Los tres reyes magos in orion's belt.

Its hard and confusing to speak about femininity in this way, because its very different to how its discussed in class, in queer discourse. I use the pronouns she/they because to me its like saying im a "woman" but not the way youre thinking. Certainly not in the way western society thinks of a woman. But its weird, because growing up, my parents also wanted me to be the western woman. Yet i started to become the woman that i saw in my family. Mi madre, mis abuelas, mis tías.

[thespectraltiger]

¡Así logra Young Miko cautivar a miles de sus fans en vivo!

Video y texto por Antonio Carlos

Young Miko arrasó en su primera fecha en el Pepsi Center en la Ciudad de México. La cantante salió al escenario con un look cabrón e interpretó 27 canciones, incluyendo éxitos de sus colaboraciones, singles y temas de su álbum nuevo. Por eso interpretó algunos de sus grandes éxitos, desde sus primeros singles, como "Puerto Rican Mami"; temas del Trap Kitty, como "Lisa" y "Riri"; colaboraciones, como "Classy 101" con Feid; "Chulo pt. 2" con Bad Gyal y Tokischa; "DISPO" con Karol G; su "BZRP Music Session Vol. 58"; así como "Curita", "Wiggy" y "ID" con Jowell y Randy, cortes de att. su álbum nuevo.

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[tvcul0up1d3l4mbov]

Cooking mama cocino las barras

Atiende a la clase y mira la pizarra

Bad bitch ella saca sus garras

En su cartera mi Glock ella guarda

Doy la orden y lo tira pa' atrás

Arrebata' me di un par de cacha's

What the fuck? ¿Qué acaba de pasar?

Trajo una amiga y me las vo'a llevar

[elitehoe]

ANOTHER WIN FOR THE LATINAS

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

I know I sent you an ask w the same topic but I am vvvv horny for some Damian speaking Spanish headcannons (especially with my latest comment 😂🥵)

😂 It’s okay, babe 😉 And oh, this will be so fun 👀😈

@ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @wrestlersownmyheart , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @aerynscrichton , @thealliasylum , @crowleysqueenofhell , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @ava-valerie

Note: The common popular term for “dick/cock” in Spanish is “verga” however, since Damian is Puerto Rican, I’ll be using “bicho” instead of “verga” so it can be more accurate to the Puerto Rican dialect.

Damian knows his (not so secret) weapon to help him get what he wants

Is turning on his Spanish

He can get you to do ANYTHING he wants with a simple

“Mi gatita... ¿Por favor?”

With a semi pout on his lips and his warm, brown puppy dog eyes

And you hate it

Hate it, because you can’t control yourself whenever he does it

And even though deep down you want to say no so bad

You.just.can’t

Damian was trying to convince you to go to the club that night

But every single bone in your body was protesting against it

You haven’t seen him in over a month

And that’s exactly why you want to stay at home

But of course that whenever Damian gets home

The first thing he wants to do is party

Go to a club, drink until you’re tipsy enough to hit the dance floor and make out like there’s no tomorrow

All.night.long

But today?

Today you were in no mood for that

And of course that Damian just simply used his Latino charm to persuade you

“Andale, mami! Por favor, vayamos al club. Festejemos y disfrutemos la noche juntos (C’mon, mami! Please, let's go to the club. Let's party and enjoy the night together)” He grabbed you from behind and pulled you against his body until your ass rested against his crotch

“Quiero pasar la noche contigo. Apenas el dos de nosotros (I want to spend the night with you. Just the two of us)”

“Quiero que nos divirtamos juntos, tomemos unos tragos y luego nos vayamos a casa, así puedo cogerte toda la noche (I want us to have some fun together, have a few drinks, and then go home so I can fuck you all night long)

“Te gustaria sentir mi bicho dentro te ti, no? (You’d like to feel my cock inside you, no?)” His low voice spoke in your ear as one of his hands closed around your throat while you nodded

Damian chuckled before whispering “Eres la mejor puta que he tenido (You’re the best slut I’ve ever had)”

You moaned softly at his words and Damian smirked, knowing he had won once again

“¿Entonces vamos? (So, let’s go?)” He asked

And how could you say no to him?

[mixed-theater-faisty-tings]

Welcome to the West Side

Summary: Catalina (8 years old) and her mother Isabella just moved into Doc’s with Valentina.

Pairing: Riff x Latina!

A/N: This is a one shot directly correlated with my fic,”Lovin Kind” this is a bit of an expansion on Tony and Catalina’s friendship as well as a glimpse into Riff and Catalina before the Jets, in a chapter of Lovin’ Kind Riff and Catalina are talking about old times in the diner this is one of them. I hope you like it please feel free to read “Lovin Kind”. Thank you so much for the love!!!

DISCLAIMER: you do NOT need to read Lovin Kind to understand this one shot.

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Catalina Pov

“Mami por que tuvimos que salir de Puerto Rico? (Mommy why did we have to leave Puerto Rico)”, I ask as she drags me through the streets of New York searching for my Tia’s store.

“Porque la Tia Valentina necesita ayuda en la tienda desde que murió el Tio Doc.(Because Tía Valentina needs help in the store since Tío Doc died).”, she says with an exasperated tone. I decide not to press the matter and instead help her find the store.

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As we entered Doc’s mi Tia rushes to us leaving no time for us to set our bag down. “Ahhh Catalina mi nina!!”, she twirls me before planting a quick kiss on my head. “Hola Tia”, I giggle. “Isabella que tal el viaje? (How was the trip?)”, she asks mi mamá.

She glances over at me sending Valentina some kind of signal as I explore the store. “Mija, toma esta tiza y sal afuera. Solo quédate en la tienda y observa a la gente, comprende? ( Take this chalk and go outside. Just stay in front of the store and watch for people okay?).”, Valentina hands me a box of chalk shooing me out.

I nod and give her a thankful smile before exiting the store. While along the street I am careful not get any chalk on my white blouse decorated in sunflowers and leaves paired with jeans that fit to my knees and old tennis shoes I haven’t grown out of yet.

Sneaking a peek through the window every once in a while only to see mi mamá crying once more, she has done that a lot of that since mi papa left but, she tries to hide it from me. Since then I try not to make trouble for her, he wasn’t mean to us he just didn’t want to stay anymore.

“That flower looks pretty cool!”, my coloring motions pause as my eyes trail from the kids shoes up to their face. He was taller than me, smiley and had brown hair like mine though his was a bit wilder looking. “Gracias!!! It’s a sunflower one of my favorites!”, I smile; he is taken slightly aback by my use of spanish.

“Could my friend and I join ya?”, he asks me gesturing to the box of chalk next to me. “No Tony we were headed to the courts”, his friend complains; bouncing a basketball. He was taller than me but shorter than his friend. “We can still go to the courts later let’s draw with..i’m sorry what is your name?”, Tony says.

“Yo soy..los siento..erm my name is Catalina.”, I manage. “Nice to meet ya Catalina i’m Tony and this is Riff my best friend.”, he smiles before taking a seat next to me. “I’d love the company pero, if you had somewhere else to go it’s okay.”, my voice sweet.

Riff sighs in defeat dropping to join us on the ground. “Could ya pass me the blue?”, he asks politely. I nod and pass it to him. “So any reason you chose to color outside Doc’s?”, Tony asks me.

“Well I know the owner.”, I mutter. “Valentina? How?”, man this kid is nosy. “She is my Tia. Mi mamá thought that we should move here and help her after Tio Doc died.”, I explain adding to my garden. “Man that sucks. I liked that old man.”, Riff adds to the conversation. I try to ignore his lack of emotion.

“I’m guessing if she’s related to you then you’re porto rican? You were speaking spanish right?”. Can’t they just shut up and color. “Si, I moved from Puerto Rico.”, I admit. “Tony how about ya lay off the questioning and tell me what the heck you’re drawing over there.”, Riff saves me a little.

“It’s a dinosaur obviously can’t ya tell.”, his voice slightly abrasive. Riff looks over at me stifling a laugh. “What’s the dinos name?”, I hold back a giggle. “Stanley.”, Tony says matter-of-factly. “Hello Stanley”, I giggle. “How ya doin Stan.”, Riff joins in my laughter.

Both of us belly over laughing while Tony examines his masterpiece wondering where he went wrong.

“Why are you guys making fun of me.”, a hint of sadness in Tony’s word. “Sorry superman Stanley’s great.”, the blue eyed boy pats his friends back. “You two are weird.”, I state randomly. “You’re not too normal yourself.”, Riff looks at me. “I’m new here you know nothing about me.”, I cross my arms. “You uh got some chalk on your shirt.”, his index finger pointing at my now green sleeves.

My eyes look down to examine the damage while mentally beating myself up for not being careful. He wipes his blue colored fingers on his jeans cleaning them off before reaching over and cleaning off the green on my sleeves. I thank him quietly and resume coloring. The three of us coloring in silence allowing the moments to pass.

“Mija es hora de entrar. Oh, ¿quiénes son estos dos? (Time to come inside. Oh who are these two?)”, Mi mamá opens the shop door. “Okay Mamá, um esto es Tony y Riff.”, I introduce.

“We should get going.”, Riff jumps up dusting his hands off. “Nah let’s go in and say hi to Valentina.”, Tony nods in the direction of the store. “You’re right I could use a milkyway.”, his friend shrugs before following us into the store. “Hey Valentina!”, the dino artist says. “Hola Tony- no no no Riff you get out of here!”, My Tia yells frightening me.

“Oh cm’on don’t kick me out i’m here as a customer and a friend of your niece here”, He defends quickly raising his arms in surrender. “Riff I swear if you dont-“, before my Tia could finish her sentence the boy grabs a Milkyway and bolts out the door nearly tripping over his own feet. But not before yelling, “Welcome to the West Side!!”.

I stifle a laugh as Tony approaches the counter. “I’m sorry here’s a quarter for the candy.”, he gently places the change on the counter before facing me.

“Hey thanks for letting us draw with ya. If you ever want to play with us at the courts you’re always welcome. I’ll come back tomorrow and maybe we can play again.”, he flashes a quick smile before leaving the store. I put the chalk away and think about my new friends.

“Catalina vente.”, My Tia calls for me. “Mande?”, my voice soft. “Tony es un buen chico, puedes ser amigo de él, pero ten cuidado con Riff, es un problema (Tony is a good boy you can be friends with him but, be careful with Riff he is trouble)., my Tia gives a warning.

I give her a small smile and nod before going off to find my space I’d be living in for a while. They both seemed nice well until Riff ran off with the candy. Maybe tomorrow i’ll go with them to the courts, I need friends here mi mamá says so. Besides there aren’t many Puertorriqueños here the Americans can’t be so bad?

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~Present day Catalina in the diner with Riff~

Riff Pov

“You know it took me the longest time to figure why you ran so fast with the candy bar.”, her laugher filling the air. “I didn’t know Tony paid for it that day oh that asshole.” my chuckles join her. “I wonder how Stanley is doing.”, her voice slightly animated.

“Ya know I choose to believe Stanley is doing real well. He got a good job and provides for his dino family, wife stays home and cooks then their three kids are already in school gonna follow is pa’s very big footsteps.”, I ramble on a backstory remembering how Stanley was the first joke of mine she laughed at.

“Glad to know he is doing well.”, her laugher dies down to a smile as she sips her coke. “Things seemed so much easier back then. Tony was so nice to me that day too. He was my first friend.”, reminiscence clear in her words. “Yeah it was a time…i’m sorry I kinda turned on ya later on though.”, I pick at the plate of fries.

“Valentina had warned me about you and since I was such a young kid I kind of took her warning and didn’t allow myself to get too close to you.”, she admits hurting me slightly and shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Wish we could go back to playing with chalk outside this store again before all this Jet business.”, I try to lighten up the mood.

“Who says he can’t play with chalk anymore.”, her voice filled with mischief. “What ya gettin’ at?”, my curiosity taking over. “Follow me”, she says before darting out of the diner; a big smile decorating her features. God this girl. I place some money on the table before following her into the streets of the West Side.

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@whisperofsong @theforgottenmcrmy @belenchies @mikefaistwasinnewsies @riffheartsgraziella @westsidelegendary @dellaspinstales @inkandpen22 @roythespeedy

[detroitpigout]

This Puerto Rican and Cuban restaurant in Southwest Detroit serves up a big, meaty, messy Cuban sandwich that is everything a Cuban sandwich should be. La Nena’s Sabor de Mami Restaurant in Detroit 3503 Junction Ave, Detroit, MI. Open just 2 weeks in a real 1930 Gas station converted to a restaurant with outside dining. The owner had a place on West Vernor at Lawndale in 2015, we visited several times. Today I picked up the Fantastic Cuban Sandwich, Puerto Rican Rice, Pork Chops and a delicious Soup with Pork, Chicken n Noodles OMG Wonderful. Give them some time to post a full menu and get the hours straight. For now open Tuesday till Sunday mid afternoon thru dinner time. Easy to find on Junction just south of Michigan. Show them some Love. Including my review from old location, looking forward to full menu soon. Only 2nd full day open superior quality Puerto Rican n Cuban food a first for us. Outstanding balance of creative flavor tickled our taste bud's. The Yuca WOWED us think Tater Squash slathered with Butter, Pasteles OMG like a Tamale on steroids loaded with ground Pork and small cut Tater n Veggie we ate 4 n going back for many more. Had a great Cubano Sandwich with Chunky Pork n Ham. The winner of the day Arroz Con Grandules Con Pollo Gisado which be a deep Marinated Chicken in chunky flavor infused bites like no other came Salad n Rice with Lentil. Going back in a couple weeks to work on the menu. Note they be slammed with orders, a few growing pains that be why I say give them a few weeks to work out the kinks. https://la-nenas-sabor-de-mami.business.site/?utm_source=gmb&utm_medium=referral #lanenas #cubansandwich #puertoricanfood #cubanfood #eatswdetroit #motorcitymunchers (at SW Detroit) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUDzNhvg0k9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[carmenflores]

ˏˋ self para ˎˊ sunday service

tws: religion, catholic guilt, internalized homophobia 

sunday, july 5, 2020 

the first birthday carmen remembers was when she turned five. her dress had been pink and it matched her sister’s fuschia skirt. she remembers this because she had wanted a blue dress and no matter how much she begged she had not been able to get away with it. even if owen thought it was cute, it didn’t help. even if twice as many people had shown up to her party than her sister’s, it didn’t cheer her up. sometimes, carmen looks at her baby pictures and wonders if it really could be her smiling in front of a birthday tres leches cake at four years old. seemed like a completely different person. 

her fifteenth birthday was the worst one, in retrospective, so many things could have been avoided if her mother had simply agreed to let her out of the stupid quince años party. not that her mother would ever confess to that. the whole ordeal had been dreadful: finding the dress, putting up with her seven aunts basically moving into her house, and, worst of all, picking her chambelanes. it sounds easy, until you realize you live in a small (read: white) town that has no patience for anything different. hey! i am turning fifteen so i’m being forced to partake in a sexist antiquated ritual, would you like to be a part of it? it includes dancing in front of my extended family! no thanks. luckily for her, she is puerto rican and had several cousins to take up space, so she only had to approach a couple guys at school. theo, charlie, and some other friends were happy to help. luckily for her mother, the pastor’s son was handsome and single, and he was happy to take the spot as her main chambelán. victor bosques, fifteen, mexican. the whole package. from the moment he said yes, her mother started planning the wedding.

so carmen turned fifteen in church, giving thanks to la virgen de guadalupe and walking down the aisle in a puffy pink dress. she turned fifteen waltzing in victor’s arms and it would take her eight years to finally spend a birthday out of his clutches. except not really. 

at sixteen, victor gave her a gold necklace with her initials. at seventeen, he added his initials to the necklace. at eighteen, he forgot her birthday. at nineteen, a gold charm bracelet. at twenty, a key to their new apartment. at twenty-one, a hallmark card. at twenty-two, a pair of gold earrings. at twenty-three, silence. carmen can’t stomach golden jewelry anymore, so she puts on her silver earrings and her best sunday dress to go to the same church that saw her turn fifteen. the same church that saw her run away.

she takes the spot that has been hers every week since she can remember and she keeps her eyes down as her almost father-in-law welcomes people to the service. luckily, she doesn’t have to stand with the choir anymore. she can’t face the crowd she left waiting on the day of her wedding. the service goes by in a blur and carmen moves methodically through the songs and prayers. please god, forgive me for i have sinned, she begs on her knees. for all the pain i have caused my family, for my impure thoughts, for being a bad friend, for my cowardice, for my greed, for my selfishness. por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa. 

she kisses her rosary as she returns to her seat. her mother elbows her lightly and carmen forces herself to look up as pastor bosques blesses her for her twenty-third birthday. que dios te guíe, mija. he smiles but his words are flat and lack the feeling he used when he blessed her engagement ring a little over a year ago. she knows he is lying, even if everybody else commends his forgiveness and generosity. see you in hell, carmen thinks to herself and then she shudders, hand clutching her silver rosary. 

victor might not have his arms around her but he sure still pulls her strings with his fingers.

“happy birthday, carmencita,” people tell her as they trickle out of the church and she shoots them her bulletproof smile. once more, she walks out of the church without looking back. she feels her mother’s eyes on her. “what did you pray for?” she asks once they are in the car and carmen smiles. “for forgiveness and for your health, mami,” she returns, resting her head on her sister’s shoulder. her mother turns around, pleased. carmen closes her eyes, because she knows half a lie is still a lie. she prayed for forgiveness, she prayed for her mother’s health, but above all she prayed for the strength to come out to her parents. so she pockets her little sin (her birthday gift to herself) and she chants internally all the way home. por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa.

notes: 

quince años – traditional latinx celebration of a girls’ 15th birthday to symbolize her transition to womanhood. most parties include a religious service, a puffy dress, a waltz with the court, a waltz with the father, gifting the birthday girl with her last doll ever, and the father changing her slippers for heels. 

chambelanes – 15 guys (traditionally family members, close friends, and a romantic interest) who dance with the quinceañera’s court (the birthday girl and her 14 closest friends and age-appropriate family members)

virgen de guadalupe – a latinx (mostly mexican) representation of virgin mary

“por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa” – literally: “through my fault, through my fault, through my great fault [i have sinned]” excerpt from the confiteor, one of the prayers that can be said during the penitential act at catholic mass. 

i based this service in some christian-catholic services that often exist in places near latinx communities. it could be one of various churches in lake wisteria. 

“que dios te guíe, mija” – literally: “let god guide you, my daughter” 

[anninhiliation]

You Like That?

A/N: Hi so I am very hungover and four requests were sent to me, and another was sent to me a while back while I was writing Room Service. So the order is Richard, Chris, Joel, Richard again, and Erick MY SON. This is a bit of me-time because I am still dead from last night and your nasty girl has been craving a Lil nasty kink called Knife Play. (We don't kink shame on here unless you're into rape play or spousal abuse) Let’s be honest, I can not see any of the boys into knife play so I have to steal De Cero Zabdiel. I know I just wrote about Zabdiel so I might post this between requests. Finally, I want to let you guys know my workload this semester looks heavy! If I get overwhelmed with balancing school, work, and this I will have to pause my nastiness not that I want to, it's just I need to do good this semester unless one of the guys wants to make me their sugar baby or wife. As usual, I do not own the picture and I would add nasty gifs but I do not feel like dealing with Tumblr flagging me and having to fight it. I am too dead at the moment. 

Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Warnings: 18+ It's me, your nasty girl having me time so thats double the nasty. knife play, unprotected sex, oral, breeding kink

You climbed up the white marble countertop, opening a cabinet in search of a snack. Peering around the shelves, an old beat-up wooden box caught your eye. You grabbed it and rested your thighs against your calves placing the box in front of you. Curiously, you slowly opened the box, finding a collection of pocket knives. The biggest knife piqued your interest, so you grabbed it and inspected it. The handle beat up, the once black paint had chips and scratches. You flipped open the knife, realizing it was a switchblade. Zabdiel came home from his “meeting” and was about to call for you until his eyes landed on you. Lust filled his brown eyes as he watched your small manicured hands play with his knife. A small smile would form on your lips every time the blade would open for you. 

“Niña you like playing with knives?” Zabdiel growled as he walked towards you. 

You let out a small yelp, “Zabdiel! Don't scare me like that!” 

He pressed up against you, towering over your body with his. Zabdiel's calloused tattooed hand reached over you and covered your smaller hand with his. His warm breath hit the side of your neck as he whispered,

“You like playing with knives?” 

“I didn't know it would be this fun.” You innocently said as Zabdiel slipped the knife out of your hand and into his.

He placed the sharp blade against your knee cap slowly feathering it up your thigh. The cold metal that could so easily harm you sent waves of pleasure to your core.

“Do you like this mi amol?” Zabdiel asked as he planted his lips against your skin sending shivers down your spine and igniting heat in your core.

“Y-Yes..” you moaned out as Zabdiel placed the edge of the blade against your clothed core.

“Good.” He mumbled as he tugged on the shell of your ear with his mouth. 

He glided the blade up your soft skin and placed the sharp metal against your neck.  

“Mi vida you are going to need to stay very still so I don't hurt you. Got it?” Zabdiel instructed.

“Okay” you murmured 

Zabdiel carefully moved the knife away from your neck, placed the handle in this mouth. He wrapped his tattooed arms around you, lifting you up bridal style and placed you on the white marble island that was behind him. The tall Puerto Rican stood in between your legs, taking the knife out of his mouth and placed the edge of the blade on your collar bone. He guided the blade down your cleavage and to the hem of your tube top. Your nerve endings pulsated as Zabdiel cut the fabric covering your harden buds. The small fabric slid down your back and onto the counter. Zabdiel placed the switchblade next to you as he lustfully kissed you. One hand interlaced with your locks and the other roamed your body. He massaged your breast, and your hands wrapped around his blonde hair as he pulled away. He kissed your jaw, neck and collarbone sucking it leaving a light purple cloud. You arched your back as his lips lowered down your body and on to your hardened nipples. He gently used his teeth, making you moan out his name and grasped the edge of the counter with your free hand. Zabdiel kissed down your stomach and stopped at the top button of your jean shorts. He pulled his warm lips away and unbuttoned your shorts. You laid down on the counter and wiggled your butt out of the shorts. Zabdiel picked up the knife and ran the blade down the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. He stopped at the hem of your underwear.

“Stay absolutely still” Zabdiel growled as he ran the blade over your clothed slit. 

He picked up the hem of your lace underwear and cut through. The fabric ripped apart easily against the sharp blade. You whimpered as the cold air nipped your sensitive skin. 

“Nena you’re so wet” Zabdiel cooed as he delicately ran the blade around your inner thighs making his way to where you needed his touch. The cold blade finally made contact with your sensitive skin, as he soaked up your juices against the blade. He pulled the knife away and placed it against your plump lips.

“Taste yourself.” He commanded as his lustful eyes watched your every move.

You gingerly ran your tongue up the sharp blade collecting your juices. 

“Why don't you taste me papi?” you flirted bucking your hips towards his bulge 

“I wanted you to get first taste mi amol” Zabdiel purred as he ran the blade up and down your skin. 

He lowered his head between your thighs and buried himself in your core. Your thighs squeezed Zabdiel’s head as his tongue attacked your sensitive swollen clit. His calloused hands opened your legs back up fighting against your pulsating body. Your small hand tugged on his locks as the other flew back to the edge of the counter above your head. Your knuckles turned white as he let go of one thigh and inserted his middle and pointer fingers inside you. He pumped quickly and curled his fingers hitting your sweet spot. You curled your toes as Zabdiel removed his other hand from your thigh and grabbed your breast. You felt a familiar knot begin to form in your stomach. 

“Zab...I'm close” You coherently moaned 

He let out a moan of understanding, which vibrated your core making you let go sooner than expected. You saw white and screamed Zabdiel as you slipped into sweet ecstasy. While you were coming down from your high, Zabdiel unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers. He aligned himself with you, rubbing his shaft against your slit hitting your swollen nub each time. You were a moaning mess squirming underneath him. 

“So needy mi vida,” Zabdiel smirked

“Just fuck me Zab!” You whimpered 

He buried his member deep inside you and pumped hard giving you no time to adjust. 

“So tight mami” Zabdiel groaned out 

“Only for you” You choked out between the moans

Your hands gripped his biceps and he planted his lips on your neck. Purple marks began to form on your neck, as you moved his head to connect his lips with yours. You moved your hands from his biceps leaving trail marks to the back of his neck and hair, deepening the kiss. Zabdiels thrusts started to get sloppy and your walls tightened around him. 

“Papi fill me up.” You encouraged feeling Zabdiel’s dick pulsate inside you. “I want to walk around and have you drip down my thigh” 

“Fuck” Zabdiel mumbled as he released, shooting his head back as his warmth spilled inside you.

The second the warmth hit you, you released as well tightening around him and falling back into the euphoric feeling Zabdiel always made sure to send you to. Panting, he slowly pulled out of you watching his cock glisten with the mixed juices. Zabdiel ran his calloused pointer finger up your slit and pushed some of the juices back inside you. 

“Taste us” he growled as his fingers feathered over your lips. 

You grabbed his hand and opened your mouth. Your tongue ran up the pad of his finger and you slowly took the whole thing in. He groaned as he watched you suck him clean. As you pulled him out of your mouth Zabdiel swiftly grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” You giggled 

“Mi amol you can't just do that and expect me not to bury myself inside you again.” He explained as he grabbed the switchblade with his free hand and carried you upstairs. 

[zabdielsdejesus]

okay i love your writing!!! can u do something about Chris or zabdi getting jealous bc you like lunay a little too much?? (just found out about that boy and im in love 😍)

OMGGG do not even get me started on Lunay! i’m so glad you found out abt him because he deserves to be known!  ok i’ll pick zabdi for this one because they’re both puerto ricans so that could be an extra factor for the jealousy thingy fdhs

It took you one music video to be hooked on the charm of this new Puerto rican artist. Just one. But one video soon turned into two, three…until you watched the young man’s entire discography. During car rides, the volume would instantly go up once Soltera Remix would play on the radio, showing your boyfriend the new piece of gold you have found. And he liked it. The song was a hit, no one could deny it. As a latin boyband member, he naturally asked about this new artist. Where he was from? What was his name?

Lunay

But one night, your boyfriend’s reaction to your love for a new artist switched when his brown eyes studied his Instagram activity feed.

Y/INSTA USERNAME liked 8 posts

Y/INSTA USERNAME left a comment on @lunay’s photo: daaamn papi 🔥

They were all pictures of Lunay and your boyfriend was surprised to see how attractive this young man actually was. Soon, the pictures and your comment were enough to take a toll on his confidence.

Thursday, July 18th, the date displayed on your phone screen.

It was an important day for Zabdiel as he and his bandmates would host Premios Juventud for their very first time.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you applied your favorite lipstick — the final touch of your daytime outfit. 

“Where are you going?” he inquired as he grabbed his jacket.

“I’m coming with you. I want to support you during the final rehearsals, baby,” you said. It was the truth but not entirely the truth. When you saw Lunay’s instagram stories as he stood inside the venue of the show, you couldn’t help but want to go with your boyfriend so you could meet him.

The place was overwhelming. Cameras placed in every corner of the spacious venue, production assistants running everywhere to make sure every little detail was impeccable. Purple strobe lights illuminated the imposing stage while your boyfriend gave you a small kiss on your cheek and left you.

He climbed on stage with the rest of the band, a mic in his hand as they started to rehearse the introduction part of the show.

You watched, a sheepish smile on your face before you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Mi gente, Premios Juventud esta noche, hay muchas sorpresas…”

You turned around to see your favorite current artist recording an Instagram Story and your heart skipped a beat.

Oh shit. He’s so good looking. Do I come and talk to him? Should I wait until he’s finished recording his story? 

Many thoughts ran through your mind while your eyes were still glued on the attractive Puerto Rican.

And his gaze finally met yours as he pushed his phone back into his pocket.

“Hi,” you timidly said.

“Hola mami!”

Oh God, help me. You were internally fangirling like an idiot but tried really hard not to let it translate through your body language.

“Hey,” you repeated. “Um, can I get a picture? Una foto por favor?”

“Si, of course!” he spoke, his infamous smirk playing on his lips. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, ready for you to finally take a selfie with him.

“Thank you so much, I’m a big fan!” you smiled.

“You’re welcome, mi amor,” he first said as he kept his grip on you. You were surprised to hear that he could actually speak english, his Puerto rican accent very similar to that of your boyfriend’s.

“Come on, show me the picture,” he suggested as you leaned forward and showed him the selfie you both had taken.

“Ah, we look good!” he exclaimed. 

Your cheeks flushed a light pink and a giggle escaped your lips.

While the man started to ask about yourself: your name, what you were doing here and so on, in the background, the boys were introducing the next nomination category. 

But when Zabdiel’s line came, he froze. For the past five minutes he had been staring at you and Lunay. While he couldn’t hear what you were both saying, you giggling while his hand rested on your small waist surely didn’t look good from where he was standing. 

Chris nudged his side, indicating him that it was his time to speak but instead he stuttered, eyes still locked on you.

Naturally, the boys followed his gaze and soon five pairs of eyes were on you while a heavy silence set in.

It was only then that you looked around, wondering what had happened before you noticed the dark gaze burning into you.

“Okay, take five!” one of the production assistants yelled as Zabdiel handed him back the mic. His steps were heavy, almost aggressive as he walked down the stage.

Having a crush on an artist was fine. But when this artist was clearly flirting with his girlfriend while she seemed to enjoy it, then things became a little more serious to him. In addition, the two men shared the same nationality and as he made his way towards you, all he could think of was how you’ve told him before that Puerto Rican accents were your weakness.

Gently, you pulled away from Lunay, offering him a small smile. One look was enough for the young artist to understand what was going on. 

Surprise washed over your face when you saw your boyfriend greet Lunay as though nothing had happened. They introduced eachother, complimented eachother’s work until Zabdiel mentioned you.

“So I see that you met my girlfriend?” he rhetorically inquired.

“Yeah, she’s very nice. Tienes suerte, papi!” Lunay politely answered, clearly not looking to get into trouble with the older man.

Neither was Zabdiel. He wasn’t the type to go and fight a guy who clearly was innocent. Obviously, he didn’t know you were taken nor did he know you had the biggest crush on him. But Zabdiel knew. And that was enough to provoke him. 

Your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as he grabbed your jaw a little harshly than usual and leaned in for a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Behave,” he whispered against your lips before he saw his competition leave.

He finally got what he wanted : making sure your celebrity crush knew you weren’t available as well as teaching you a lesson by ruining your fangirl moment.

[pinkykitten]

Breakfast + Dancing

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x female! reader

Warning: lots of fluff youll die

Specifics: fluff, romance, comedy, race neutral reader, one-shot

People: gabriel reyes / reaper, widowmaker 

Words: 1,106

Requested: By @harrington-lover Hey I saw u write for Gabriel Reyes! I love him! Can I get a fic of the reader waking up and finding Gabriel cooking for her like he’s dancing/singing while doing it and being the beautiful Latino he is. Like a very fluffy morning and if u could can they also be recently engaged? Thanks so much

Authors Note: i loved this request so much because this is my life. my grandma used to wake up every saturday and play spanish music and dance while cleaning. i love hispanic music it makes me feel at home. to me gabriel is Puerto rican so this is him as that. i love being a latina and im glad someone requested this. 

Life was perfect. It was pristine and simple. You had everything you could ask for. 

You had him. 

The birds chirped outside as you laid against the soft mattress. Your breathing calm and collected, feeling at peace with the Saturday morning you were experiencing. Your eyes fluttered open and you rubbed off any drool you had from the sleep. Thinking about Gabriel, you patted his spot beside you thinking you would feel him except the spot was empty. There was no one laying there, yet it smelled of him still. He had this delicious smell. Everyday he would put his favorite cologne on. He knew how weak it made you so sometimes he would add a little extra just to get you going. You smiled at the smell, you did truly love this man with your whole being. 

All of a sudden music began to play. It was no hip hop, pop, this generation music, no it was his music. Moviendo las cadereas started to play loud on the speakers. You rolled your eyes. Every Saturday was like this! It was either him cooking or cleaning. Every time he said the same thing, “mi abuela (grandma) used to do this okay, it has passed down to me.”

Chuckling you threw the sheets off of you and planted your feet into your comfy, soft slippers. You were gonna kill this man!

“Gabriel!” You tried shouting over the music. You walked in on him with just sweatpants on and no shirt. He was shaking to the music. Dancing salsa, moving his butt with the beat. His dog tags slapping against his thick chest. His curls bouncing with each step he took. He stood by the stove cooking you breakfast. He held the spatula in his hand and pretended it was a microphone, singing, “ Moviendo la cadera, moviendo la cadera moviendo la cadera, moviendo la cadera, moviendo la cadera, moviendo la cadera.”

“Hey baby,” you called out to him. 

“Hey mami, what are you doing up?”

It took everything out of you not to burst out laughing seeing him dancing. You giggled and Gabriel raised a brow. “Are you making fun of me?”

You shook your head, “no its just...okay yeah I am. Your dancing!” You laughed, throwing your head back. Gabriel loved to see you smile and laugh. “Oh you mean this dancing?” He shook his hips as he danced to you. 

“No Gabriel, no!” You tried running away. Gabriel wrapped his arms around you. 

“A la derecha, a la izquierda a la derecha, a la izquierda a la derecha, a la izquierda”

He started to dance with you. You were okay at dancing salsa since he taught you a while back but you were still learning. He twirled you around and kept his hands at your hip the whole time. “There you go baby, you’re doing it,” he encouraged you. His hands trailed lower and lower and you swatted them away, “keep the hands away from the merchandise.” Gabriel smirked and twirled you to sit at the table. Then he grabbed the cuban mop and started to dance with that, singing the lyrics to the object. You cackled at his silliness, clutching your stomach. 

The song finished and Gabriel kissed your lips out of breath. “What’d you think of that performance?”

You clapped your hands, “bravo! Bravo! Better than Amélie!”

Gabriel bowed and kissed atop your head. “I didn’t want you to wake up just yet though.”

“Oh was this supposed to be a surprise?”

Gabriel cooked your eggs just the way you liked them and nodded, “yeah it was.”

“I’m sorry,” you embraced him from behind as he cooked and kissed his back. You could feel the goosebumps that littered his skin at the contact. “Can you forgive me baby?”

Gabriel turned around, “of course mi corazon (my heart).” He gave a peck at your lips, but then deepened it, placing his strong, calloused hands on your cheeks. With a whisper Gabriel said, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” your nose scrunched as you kissed him again but then took notice of the smell. “Is something burning?”

Gabriel’s eyes widened and he turned around, “my maduritos!” Most of them were black (thats actually how i like them) but they were still edible. Gabriel placed them on the plate and looked disappointed, “I ruined your surprise.”

You felt so bad but wanted him to see that you didn’t think that. Your hand went to his face, against his cheek, “no my love, you didn’t ruin it. I love it still the same and I am so hungry.” Gabriel looked to you and saw your beaming smile. 

“How did I get such an amazing woman in my life?”

“I think your dancing is what caught my attention and made me fall for you,” you winked as you helped him set the table up.

“Oh and my cologne, don’t forget about that.”

You two situated yourselves and after Gabriel’s prayer started eating. He made you a complete Puerto Rican breakfast. Eggs, maduritos, pan sobao, oatmeal and to drink cafe con leche, and parcha (passion fruit) juice.

“What do you think mi princesa (my princess)?”

You were shoving all the food in your mouth that you couldn’t speak. You moaned. You were in heaven.

“Mi gordita linda.” (my beautiful fatty; ok so i know what ur thinking that sounds rlly mean well in latin culture that is actually like a joke and funny, i get called this all the time by my sisters and mom when i eat like crazy its just something funny and taken lighthearted if it is meant that way)

You lifted your slipper up and almost slapped his face but he put his hands up, “I surrender, I’m sorry.” He chuckled. 

“Thats what I thought.”

“How about mi pollito (my little chicken)?”

“Gabriel!”

“Okay, okay, okay I’m sorry, how about then nena (my baby)?”

“Thats better.”

As you picked up a piece of bread your ring glistened from the morning sun. Gabriel paused and got a good look at it and then you. This was his life. You were his and he was yours. That ring signified that soon, in marriage, you two would become one, husband and wife. It made his heart pound in excitement as he looked forward to the future with you. You made him happy, you made him smile, you were worth everything. His whole life would always be devoted to you, no matter what. You are his life. Gabriel grabbed your hand that carried the ring. He kissed the ring and grinned, “to my future, beautiful, wife.”

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