#s/i: Tres Leches

[amateur-selfshipper]

Meet Tres Leches, the catering company’s go-to milkman! She gets along swimmingly with the gang, though she does have a propensity for annoying Mung for kicks. Tres Leches is happy to let Chowder tag along on her deliveries or pull her along on his own adventures. She likes to hang around whenever making deliveries to Mung Daal’s to “visit” Truffles.

[gomosmorodina]

last week me and my friends went to a mexican style cafe and as we sat at the bar i drew the bar in my friend's book

[ctrldoll]

Perfect Home

Wife!Reader/Husband!Miguel O'Hara

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Genre: Angst (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

4.5k words.

Arguments are so tasking to write! They're supposed to be illogical, anyway. :⁠'⁠(

This has been in my drafts for a month! Ideas were not idea-ing! (′д｀σ)σ

Listening to a The Weekend playlist while editing was such a vibe!!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

Warnings: Cheating, Pressure From Parents, Society’s Marital Standards, Desire To Have A Child, Cursing, Envy, Suggestive & Homely Vibes Are Non-Existent.

Peace and blessings to you, My Love!!!

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ [𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐏] ➜ He cheated, you found out. You don't know whether to leave him or not. Now what?

The egg in the pan let out a bitter scent before you firmly flipped it. “Ugh.” You let out as you looked at it from your sunken and puffed-out eyes, breathing in mucus as you struggled not to sob once more. “Over an egg? Over an egg, [Name]?!” You thought and picked up a tissue to brush your tears and stray drops of slick over.

Just yesterday, you found out about your beloved husband's cheating with his ex for two months.

You should have caught on to the signs during your parents’ gala that took place two months ago. Dana’s excitement led her to firmly hold on to Miguel's firm arm as Miguel discussed the success of a deal with Stark Industries with the both of you, which should have been a warning sight. It irked you slightly, but you didn't view it as enough to suggest anything. Maybe how Miguel didn't depart from her hand for minutes on end should have done it.

You've always been a bit credulous. Always having one too many friends who didn't really care about your well-being from the beginning, desiring all that your younger self, who faked sickening sweet kindness, had. The public loved every bit of it, as did your parents. You noticed the subtle hints of disrespect and commented on them much later. Far too late.

You made sure your presented nature wouldn't crawl into adulthood, but it spread itself into your relationship.

Miguel was a quiet nerd when you first got to know him. Never the hot topic, he stuck to himself the majority of the time.

You bonded with him while you visited your friend in the institution, watching as she obviously flirted with Miguel's friend while they walked with one another. Surprisingly, you bonded over an idle conversation about cake.

“Tres leches is fantastic! Dios mío, there's no arguing with that!”

“Yes, Tres leches may be fantastic to you, but [ — ] definitely crosses that!”

You both didn't catch the side-eye both friends gave one another.

The next week, a double date was set.

It was the perfect TV show grounding for marriage. It all feels like a waste now that you look back on it with low eyes.

“Mi Alma.” You rolled your eyes as your husband walked into the kitchen in sweats with a water bottle in hand. You felt the chill of the Five AM air for a moment before you turned to place the egg on your plate and turned off the stove.

The crinkle of the wrapper as you pulled out the loaves of bread constantly broke the silence in the room as you looked away from him.

“Were those four years we spent with one another a waste?” You asked after a moment, then opened your mouth to chew on a loaf. A tear poured down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away.

“No, no, they were not, Cariño. They were the most amazing years of my life.” Miguel sadly sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm so sorry, Mi Amor. I promise I'll be better. For you, for us.” 

“You don't get to call me that. How am I your love when you cheat on me?” You barked, glaring at him. Your fork clinked when it reached the floor. You sighed in exhaustion and picked it up. You tossed it into the pile of dishes in the sink. “Fuck, I feel done.”

“Can’t we just get past this? We've been through so much for something like this to tear us apart. Miguel tsked and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Nervousness ran through them, but he wouldn't show it. “Are you fucking serious right now, Miguel?! I should get over it?! Is that what you're saying?!” You yelled, frustrated, and you took deep breaths to calm down. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Miguel.”

“What about you, [Name]?! You're so damn ungrateful! I’m there for you! I support you, but you never support your husband! You barely do anything useful; you're always so caught up in your work that we can't even spend time together!” Miguel yelled, drawing closer to you.

“I have to work, Miguel! What part of that don't you understand?! I don't do anything useful?! Who's the one who does nearly everything in this household?! Me! You aren't even around for us to spend time together! If you aren't working late into the night, you're fucking patrolling! Do you want me to just sit down and wait for you?! I have other things to do!” You couldn't be more thankful in the moment that the room was soundproof. You could let out more than you would have in other spaces.

“You are so damn stubborn! Fuck! We can't even have a conversation without you trying to form an argument!” Miguel yelled, standing at arm's length as he pointed at you.

“Don’t point at me, Miguel.” You demanded and backed away from him to grab your purse. “If you honestly think that this isn't overdue, you're ridiculous. Stop victimising yourself. I’m the one who was cheated on. Go be with Dana, who probably won't piss you off as much as I do.” You said it with a crack at the end of your words as you struggled not to break down.

“[Name], I-” Miguel pushed his hand forward to grab your arm, but you pushed it closer to your form as you quickly left the hotel room. “Read the letter on the kitchen table. Or don’t. I don't really care.” You closed the door and walked away.

On the kitchen table, a letter in cotton paper was laid on it with your mother’s formal handwriting, inviting the both of you for lunch before your departure. Miguel cursed as he read it, the stress already getting to him as he envisioned how it would be.

Meanwhile, you headed to the café, reassuring yourself to calm down as you walked the longer route to it, hoping to have felt better when you reached there.

What you didn't notice was your mother’s gaze upon you from her balcony as she let out another puff from her cigarette while in her white silk nightgown, a black coat with a fluffy neck covering her as she cocked her eyebrows. Her eyes squinted at the moment you paused to quickly rub your eyes. She let out a hum, watching your figure disappear from her sight.

“These crumpets are quite fantastic.” Your father smiled, spreading another with blackberry jam as he chewed the spongy and soft treat. “We should wait for a few moments before requesting lunch, no? It will only take them a few more moments to arrive.” Your mother smiled at the both of you, a glass of water in hand, before taking in a long sip, bothered.

“So, Miguel, how have you been? Is there any success in the partnership with Calahan Tech? I've heard much about it in the Nueva York Times. Business moguls are just as excited about it as I am.” Your father's eyes twinkled in excitement as he imagined the size of the funding he would receive and the amount of votes the results of the collaboration would bring him in the next election as he snacked on a pig in the blanket.

“I’ve been well, Joseph. The agreement to partner has been a bit tough because we've been trying to convince the funders to work with us, but I’m sure we're about to reach a breakthrough.” Miguel responded, proud, as a smile appeared on his face. His hand shifted to your thigh under the table, alerting you as you took a quick look around before shoving it off of you. You were still bothered; he could tell by the way you struggled not to furrow your brows and the quick way your heart beat at his gesture, which reverberated in his ears as you gracefully downed a glass of water to calm your nerves.

“If you ever need some extra help, you know who to call. I can convince those hotshots to remove the sticks up their asses and agree.” “Joseph!” Mary whispered with a hiss, patting his arm as the man chuckled. “No one heard me, Darling. I whispered.” Your father said it with a wink, placed his hand over his wife's, and squeezed it. Her shoulders slouched, pleased even if she didn't verbally express it, at her husband's gesture, and she looked at their intertwined selves, then went back to her drink.

Joseph winked at the both of you once more and separated his hold from hers for the appetisers.

Your heart squeezed with want as you watched them. It was a moment of love, but also a reminder that you couldn't have that anymore. You looked away with a smile, not wanting to endure the feelings of sadness that weighted your heart.

“Hello, Mary. Hello, Joseph”. You heard in the background but were unable to focus on the two new voices in the background as you focused on calming yourself down.

“Cariño, I-” Miguel whispered in your ear, catching onto your feelings, but a sharp noise broke the moment.

“[Name]! Look at you! You're getting more and more gorgeous by the day! My gosh, you're glowing!” Elle, your sister-in-law, beamed and hugged you from your seat. You stood up quickly to hug her and beamed when you saw your brother walking up to the table.

“Aww, you're so adorable! Gosh, we haven't seen you in a bit.” “We apologise for that, by the way.” Micah shook your hand and led Elle to their seats. He smiled at the stink eye your mother threw at the both of them and rolled his eyes once he looked away from her.

“We apologise for arriving so late. Some business had to be taken care of just at the moment I was to leave the office.” Micah said with an apologetic look on his face. “We wish that we could have arrived on your anniversary as well, [Name] and Miguel. Work, once again, occupied us. Happy belated fourth anniversary to the both of you.” Elle congratulated him with a smile and thanked the waiter when he brought their wine.

You internally giggled at her personality change. Elle was always so casual around you but had to become formal when the fact that she's in public sets in. It wouldn't be good for a model to appear improper.

“How are you, Miguel?” Elle was greeted as Micah nodded. “We haven't seen each other in a while, man.”

“I’m doing well, thank you. I’m just taking care of the missus.” Miguel responded to Micah’s approval and your resistance to roll your eyes. “It’s been four years. I still can't believe that [Name] managed to tie someone down. She's so difficult.” Micah chuckled as you glared at him. “Speak for yourself. I still can't believe Elle wanted you. She could have done so much better.” You giggled and dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

“Don’t you remember when you..." Micah began, but Mary interrupted him. "Children, there is no need to complain about one another. To be quite honest, I didn't expect either of you to get married so soon. I thought that you'd both get married after building up your characters.” Your mother giggled, much to both of your dismay.

“Mum? You're cracking a joke? Are you sure you're alright?” Micah questioned, raising a brow that quickly came down when you kicked him underneath the table. “What was that for?” “What are you talking about?” You evaded his glare with a smile.

“I’m just glad to finally see my children and their spouses in the same spot.” Your mother had a gentle smile as she looked at the both of you as your partners looked elsewhere for a moment. She didn't approve of Elle either.

In her view, her children were supposed to marry someone of their status. Someone who is highly regarded. Not anything but that.

However, she regarded your brother in a higher manner when it came down to who he chose to marry.

Elle was a ‘blantant gold digger’ in her words, ‘a model who just wanted someone to raise her higher in the industry’. Micah was a highly praised film director and writer. Who better to expose her to the world of the rich and famous than him?

“Before we continue, Micah and I have an announcement to make.” Elle announced and stood up along with her husband. Your heart dropped as the next sentence echoed in your brain.

“We're pregnant!” They both grinned and hugged one another while grins appeared on your parents' faces. “Congratulations!” Mary cheered and eagerly stood up to hug the couple. “Congratulations. My boy, you've done it again!” Joseph grinned, to which Micah flustered.

“Congratulations!” You finally joined in, grinning as you hugged them both, a bit too tightly. You wanted the moment to feel real. You weren't upset. You couldn't be. You shouldn't be.

“That's a bit tight.” Elle said, causing you to break it. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm already excited to see your little one or ones.” You grinned. “Congratulations, you two. We can't wait to see the little one.” Miguel smiled next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You could feel the sharp looks from your parents, Micah and Miguel. Elle paused to look at you, and her brows furrowed in worry. "I hope this wasn't inappropriate." She whispered in your ear, looking at Miguel for a moment, holding your hand, to which you tightened the hold. "Elle, are you excited for this new part of your life? I'm so happy for the both of you." You shook your head to hint, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. "Yes, yes, I am." She responded and hugged Micah. He hugged back and smiled at you as a form of assurance and sternly looked at Miguel, to which he looked away.

“I can't wait to find out the gender of your little one. Searching for outfits will be pleasant.” Mary said once you all sat down, smiling at the couple who were in their own moment of adoration as food was brought on the table. Your heart broke as you watched Micah caress Elle’s stomach lovingly, and her hand lifted to squeeze his as they smiled at one another.

You looked at Miguel, whose eyes remained trained on yours, and softly sighed when his hand held yours in assurance, wanting the hurt to end when yours squeezed his. Clinging onto his attention, you hoped that it would rub off the pain you felt, but guilt and shame crawled onto you. You drew your hand from his and onto your fork.

“I just know they'll be spoiled rotten.” Ella giggled as Micah let out a chuckle. “Definately. We'll have to watch out for that.” “I can't wait to meet my first grandchild.” Your mother’s gaze fell on you for a moment, emitting her disappointment in you before having it on the couple as she grinned more.

Much was discussed around the table. The women's attention remained trained mainly on the little one and topics that interested them, as the men were cooped up in their own little world. Soon, it was near the hour of your departure. 

“[Name]. Let's chat for a moment in private.” Your mother said once Micah and Elle left to arrange their hotel room. The frown on her features became more evident the more you both drew away from the public eye. You both stepped into an empty break room. Once the click of a lock was heard, you sighed.

“Do you even realise just how disappointed I am in you, [Name]?” Your mother started. “Micah has a child before you. He hasn't even crossed two years with that girl, and he's made so much progress compared to you. You should be ashamed, [Name].” Anger flared in you as the words sunk in. You had already been through so much in such little time. Why did life’s cards decide to add more to your plate?

“Why does it bother you so damn much? I’ll have children when I want to. What part of that don't you understand?” You responded, glaring at the older woman. “You’ve always regarded Micah highly in comparison to me when it comes to marriage.” You rolled your eyes at her glare.

“[Name], Micah’s a man. Whether or not he has children early, he's alright. If he were to even leave Elle, he'd find someone new. He’d be able to have children, regardless. Men get better with age, unfortunately, unlike us. Your clock is ticking, [Name]. You need to progress into the next step of your life before it's too late.” Mary shook her head and sighed at what she believed was your foolishness.

You drifted into lassitude, it clinging to you like glue, with the realisation that she would never be satisfied with you until you did what pleased her. “I can just imagine how the public will react to this. You've set yourself up for failure.”

“I need to go.” You said, looking at the keys in her hand. “[Name]. Why can't you just listen to me? Did I raise such an impudent child? I’m just looking out for you, [Name]. I don't want you to experience regret. It'll never stop. I’m guiding you towards the right path.”

“Open the door.” You said once more, refraining yourself. “Why do you act so childish? I’m trying to help you.” Mary insisted, only further pushing your buttons. “Open the door.” You repeated it and headed towards it. You hand motioned at it. “You’re going to regret it if you continue with what you're doing.” Mary said, placed the key inside the keyhole, and turned it. “Maybe I will; maybe I won't. I respect you so much, Mum. Let's end this.” You said, then opened the door. “This will only end if you do what is right.” Was all you heard her softly say. You left.

“They offered only sixteen million dollars to help fund the project?” Your father questioned Miguel as he puffed the cigar on his lips and blew it out. The smoke waved in the air, and Miguel glanced at it for a moment as he drank his glass of beer. “Yes, they did. They didn't believe in the project’s potential until recently, when testing made a lot of progress.” Miguel responded, then drank the rest of his drink.

“Your drinking tolerance must be high. You've drank four beers since you arrived, and you're still standing straight. You'd do amazing in the drinking competitions that go on in the basement on Saturdays. Don't tell Mary; she wouldn't be pleased to know about them.” Joseph winked, to which Miguel chuckled as he shook his head. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” 

“Miguel, why won't you have children?” Your father broke the silence and looked at him, somewhat disappointed. “I’m a man as well, Miguel. It's not hard to conclude the possibilities.” The cigar was nearing its last draw.

“My career. I don't think it would let me enjoy the simple pleasures of family life. I do my research late into the night. [Name] does so much to accommodate that. I don't think it would be right of me to bring children into that.” Miguel confessed with a sad gaze as he thought back to your heartbroken expression when you found out about his involvement with Dana.

It hunted him throughout the missions he did that night, rage and shame filling his form, and anyone around him sensed it. Many in the Spider-HQ avoided him in the brief night he was there. Jessica and Peter avoided him as well, aside from brief interactions. They knew he'd pour out his feelings to them eventually. 

“As much as using work as an excuse gratifies you, it's a poor choice, Miguel. You'll regret it if you decide to let it linger.” Your father looked at him from the side of his eye and rubbed his moustache.

“My work was easier in my younger days, but I found it just as challenging as I find it now. I was just an assistant to the previous politician at the time, too. You understand what I’m hinting at when I say that, right?” Miguel nodded, to which the older man smiled. 

“I had my children either way. It was a struggle to tackle the task of raising them and working. I had days where I thought I didn't do enough for them and that I found my work to be more important. Mary had her own career to focus on. She would work late into the night. I’m assuming that [Name] does the same thing since she chose to be a designer just like her mother. Do I need to be corrected?” “No, you don't. You're right.”

“We still did the best we could, regardless. We could have done some things better, yes. But we can't go back in time to correct ourselves. We can only give advice to those who seem to be going astray.” Joseph hinted, looking at Miguel, who looked back at him.

Joseph knew; he could tell by the way he looked at him, disappointed and angry, but chose to contain himself.

“I only hope you won't regret your decision, Miguel. Just know that I will be alongside my daughter when she decides to tell us.” Your father took in one last puff and let it out. Miguel and Joseph gazed at the smoke one last time until it disappeared into the clear, blue sky over the beautiful atmosphere.

Joseph's cigar remained in its ashtray, the soft red of it fading with each passing moment. Both men took in the peacefulness of the atmosphere with sombre spirits.

Moments after you freshened up, you headed to your husband. “We should head out in a bit.” You said, then placed your head on his shoulder and laid your hand on his chest. He noticed how drained you felt. He sensed the irregularity in your hormones. You felt his arms wrap around you, and you wrapped yours around his. You made your decision at that moment.

“Cariño, I am so sorry. I'll be better. I'll never hurt you again.” He whispered in your ear, his soft tone and the warmness of his breath in your ear making you melt in his arms as you tightened your hold on him.

“We will see each other once more.” Mary stated, across both of you with her husband. She hugged you, then Miguel. Her hands held the sides of both your shoulders and shook them. “Drive safe, alright?” Joseph said, then hugged you and shook Miguel's hand. “Yes, sir. We'll be alright.” Miguel responded and shook the keys with a grin.

“We hope to hear some good news soon.” Your mother commented, smiling as she directly looked at you. “We will soon, won't we, Miguel?” Joseph said, looking at Miguel with a grin. “Hopefully.” Miguel responded and straightened himself. You could tell that something happened between them. “Don’t worry, you will soon.” You responded with a smile and left hand in hand with your beloved.

The strawberry air freshener, coffee, Miguel's spicy cologne, and your sweet perfume lingered in the air of your home when you both stepped in. The cosiness hugged your form, and you took it all in, craving the warmth you desperately needed in the last two days.

“Miel, it feels good to be back, doesn't it?” Miguel placed your luggage on the side and hugged your waist, savouring the comfort of the air before him. You squeezed into his warmth, cherishing it as a longing emotion overcame you. You turned to face him, and before anything could pour from his plump lips, you locked them with your own.

He lifted you, soft lips still entangled, his stamina much greater than your own, to the wall, willing to do all the work as you squirmed in eagerness across him. “Let me help you.” You said, in between gasps, need flaring all over your body as he kissed your neck, nearing your collarbone as kisses and tiny licks trailed towards it.

You could feel the slight sting of a canine; the sensation became foreign as it had been a long time since you embraced in hazy lust. Your body missed it—the curl of your back as you felt it draw a messy line down your collarbone.

“Mikey, please-” You drew out a sharp breath, your eyes hinting towards the stairs that led up to your bedroom, then shut tight when he pressed his hips closer to your own, evidently just as excited as you were. He lifted you in a hug, and your legs immediately clung on to his waist as he tightly held on to you, almost as though you'd disappear right there and then.

“Mi Vida, I promise I will never hurt you again. Te quiero tanto. Te quiero, te necesito tanto, Mi Vida, Mi Todo. Por favor, por favor, déjame tenerte.”

[“I love you so much. I love you, I need you so much, My Life, My All. Please, please let me have you.”] 

“You can have me, Mikey. Please.” You dragged on, clinging more to him as want consumed your forms.

The sensual fog filled the house as carnal desire mixed between your bodies late into the night. You finalised your decision as sweat stuck to your body, your gaze on Miguel as he slept soundly. You hadn't seen him like this in such a long time. Your fingers moved to separate a stray lock that stuck to his cheekbone. Pain struck your heart when you thought about how Dana must have seen him this intimately. You wouldn't blame her if she did the same thing you had just done. You just hated that she got to.

The never-ending bustle of Nueva York in the distance was all you drifted off to sleep once more with. You had a fleeting thought of what went on in his mind when he watched you drift off to sleep first. You knew he must have loved it; he must have gazed at you with the same adoration during your first moments together. You missed it all.

“I want a divorce, Miguel.” You calmly let out, scrambled eggs on your plate and his as you ate breakfast with one another, spirits low. He sighed, an indication that he expected this, then looked at you, searching for a sign that you would consider any plea that fell from his lips. He didn't find any. “I’m sorry, Mi Amor.” He apologised, then drank coffee. The cup was placed on the counter a bit loudly for comfort. He looked towards you in apology. You nodded, then turned to eat.

“I know.” You responded, looking out the window at the eggs that softly lay on the nest on top of the tree next to the household, wondering if, by leaving him, you'd unlock the path towards that. The mother bird’s eyes lingered on her eggs for a moment. Maybe it was in adoration.

You let out a hum, making Miguel shift his low eyes towards your own in questioning, and you shook your head, then turned back to your plate.

I’m done!!! Yessssss!!! I don't know whether to continue with this or not. If I do, it'll take a bit to get chapters. This took a bit out of my lifespan but I’m so happy that I wrote this! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Can we get being married to Javier headcanons?? Pls and thank you 🙏

Married To Javier Escuella HC

I see Javier hc and go feral

Warnings: None

He was made for married life

The night of your marriage, he carried you into your home bridal style and kicked open the front door with you in his arms

Said he thought it was super romantic

Probably practiced it a few times before the big day

Wedding cake was tres leches don't argue

He adjusts to domestic life nicely, finally getting a break from all the hardships of life and gets to live out his days with his wonderful spouse by his side

He does a lot of the cooking. Makes you breakfast in bed when he's able to

But he always makes sure you have your coffee

His ring finger is never seeing a break. He will NEVER take that ring off

ALWAYS finds a way to mention you in a conversation with ANYONE

If anyone tries to flirt with him, he just shoves his ring in their face

"ESTOY CASADO"

Honeymoon phases never ends

He is just so head over heels in love. He will continuously do romantic shit throughout y'all's marriage: serenading you, trailing rose petals from the front door toward the bedroom, candlelit baths together, having fully cooked meals ready for you by the time you get home

Indoctrinates you into his self-care routine if you don't already have one

Would do one of those Chicano glamour-shot 2000's couples photoshoots with you (PLEASE TELL ME Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)

Omg I can just imagine y'all living your days out on some terrenos in Mexico with your own ranch and cute little animals. Your wedding gift to yourselves

If you don't already know Spanish he'd teach you some key phrases and words to help you out

Also thinks its very intimate to be teaching someone his language and helps him feel more connected to them

[valentine-cafe]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BABYGIRL(S) EVER!!! Can we give the Rishens a little smooch for their special day, mayhaps? 🥹

-🙇

˖⁺. ﹙ all of the rishens  x reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . awh.. . . thank you darling !! 🍒 :  angel ˖ admiral ˖ guardian angel ˖ preppy nerd ˖ hero ˖ mantis-moth-spider character ˖ admiral spy ˖ assassin character ˖ mad scientist ˖ villain ˖ cultivator ˖ cultist ˖ detective ˖ reader﹙ verse 9948e rishen, 781 rishen, 1311 rishen, 209 rishen, 9819 rishen, 9948v rishen. ﹚

you wish all of the rishens a happy birthday with a lovely birthday smooch

﹙rishen 781. ﹚. . . strawberry shortcake !! 🍓 :

a big smile etches across her face. arms immediately wrapping around your and giving you a big squeeze as he presses kisses all over your face.

“what a wonderful gift.” a bright light takes on her expression and she nuzzles up into your neck before she pulls at your hands. “come on, the other two got cake!”

﹙rishen 209. ﹚. . . red velvet cheesecake !! 🍒 :

the soft lips against his has him melting, in an instant crashing into you. while his arms move to squeeze at your waist. smiling happily.

“Oh cariño. . .” he sighs against your lips before pressing a few more to them. “you always make me feel so good.” he whispers and nuzzles into the side of your neck. teary, but happy eyes spilling onto the fabric of your shirt.

﹙rishen 1311. ﹚. . . vada !! 🍓 :

when you pull away his maroon eyes swipe down to you. the stoic expression melting for once with a hint of a curl at the corner of their lips.

a hand raises and his thumb swipes at the corners over your lips before she pulls you back in, closer. “think I deserve one more. it’s my birthday after all - hm?”

﹙rishen 9948e. ﹚. . . tres leches cake !! 🍒 :

as you pulled him in for a kiss, his wings fluttered happily at the contact. the ones behind his ears and the three sets on his back.

“mi amanecer.” he sighs and brings you up into his arms. twirling you around with a big grin on his face. golden eyes shining, “you’re the best gift i have ever recieved in my eternal life.”

﹙rishen 9819. ﹚. . . choc-raspberry pudding cake !! 🍓 :

when you move to part - he cups the back of your head and presses his lips firmer onto yours. prolonging the kiss and reaching down to hoist you closer by the waist.

“spoil me a bit won’t you? it is my birthday today,” he murmurs once he he pulls away, pressing a smooch to your cheek before fluttering his lashes to yours and smiling softly. a hushed murmur whispered: “thank you.”

﹙rishen 9948v. ﹚. . . kulfi !! 🍒 :

The somber presence that usually loomed the cultivator would come to fade the second your lips were on his and that sweet: ‘happy birthday’ left your lips.

her eyelashes fluttered, while she bit down on her bottom lip. and slowly crept the smile up upon his features. his palm cupping your face. “My beautiful light. . . thank you, for always being so kind to me.”

[mangodoodles000]

I wonder if the cake they got was actually tres leches leches

I'll guess we'll never know...

one more thing, here is the link to the twitter post

(I'm rarely on there but might as well)

https://x.com/MangoDoodles/status/1773192682350784567?s=20

[blindmagdalena]

I always wonder how Homelander would react to Tres Leches. Like I imagine his partner coming back from a Quince and bringing him a slice and explaining to him that yes, the slice of cake has three different kinds of milk. Yes, it's supposed to be soggy.

imagining homelander drinking the triple milk cake with a tall glass of milk is intensely funny to me. calm down, milk man.

i HC that he's not a sweets person, but he would be so smitten over his s/o bringing him such a thoughtful treat. i really think even the simple logic of, "I know you like x, so I brought you this thing that has x" would have him feeling sentimental and soft.

how often do you think anyone really does anything thoughtful for him? it's such a simple thing to give or show something to someone because it made you think of them, but i doubt he experiences that often, if ever.

UGH i'm gonna cry thinking about cake now

[wisteriaw0rld]

Hantengu clones + Zohakuten with a hispanic S/O. Like how would they be with the culture, parties, food (they get to tempted by the aroma of the food and eat it only to throw it up later cuz they can’t eat human food) Thank you have a nice day! 

-ˋˏ ༻hantengu clones༺ ˎˊ-

||the hantengu clones with a Hispanic s/o and how they are with their culture!♡

||additional tags: headcanons + short drabble, gn! hispanic! reader, mentions of vomit (Sekido and Aizetsu’s)

||character order: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi, zohakuten

“te deseo, carino, boy, it’s you I desire.” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚsekidoɞ˚

♡he wouldn’t exactly be too interested in learning about the culture. But that was before you forced him to come to a cousins quinceañera.

♡despite everything being so lively, no matter how many times you asked, he refused to dance. It made since with his cold demeanor that he would refuse to dance.

♡even though dancing doesn’t intrigue him, the food does.

♡while being served the food, he felt himself easily tempted to eat it. He knew it was stupid. But it wasn’t his fault it smelled to good.

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“What is that?” Sekido questioned you while you dug your spoon into the jelly like dessert.

“Flan. You want some?” You asked while raising the spoon close to his mouth. You knew as a demon he couldn’t eat human food. But the interested look on his face amused you.

You watched as he took a small whiff of the dessert before taking the spoon from you and eating the flan. The good and sweet taste only lasted for a few seconds before he ran off to throw it up.

Regret filled him for letting himself get fooled into eating something he knows he can’t eat.

˚ʚkarakuɞ˚

♡the moment you only slightly mentioned your culture, it immediately peaked his interest. How could it not? The way you spoke of it made it all sound so amazing.

♡and of course, he later found out it was amazing. One night you took him to folklórico performance being held.

♡he was quickly mesmerized by the dancing and the way the dress moved. After that, he begged you to take him to a party. 

♡karaku is all in when it comes to dancing. And even when you get tired from dancing so much, he’s making you dance with him until the party’s over.

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“How are you still going?” You asked Karaku, Even though you already knew as a demon he wouldn’t run out of stamina so easily.

After teaching him how to dance to payaso de rodeo, he wouldn’t stop. When the song started playing you already gave up and sat down due to how exhausted you were from previously dancing with him.

“C’mon, Y/n.” Karaku smirked before grabbing hold of your hand and yanking you off the chair to finish dancing to the song with him.

Your feet definitely hurt by the end of the night.

˚ʚaizetsuɞ˚

♡he’s definitely interested in the sweets and candies first. He knows he can’t eat human food and for that reason he’s also too nervous to try.

♡he gets sad whenever he see’s you eating Hispanic candies while commenting on how good they taste. He wishes he could eat them but he knows he can’t.

♡however eventually, temptation gets the best of him.

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Considering it was already night, you had asked Aizetsu to accompany you on a trip to the swap meet to buy a few things.

It was supposed to be a small walk around the our door swap meet. But Aizetsu soon found himself walking over to all the stands selling candies and other sweets.

Seeing the small fascination from him was enough for you to buy a dessert. You bought him a tres leches cake along with a cup of champurrado. 

In the end he did throw it up. But, it was still worth it. At least to him it was.

˚ʚurogiɞ˚

♡he is, without a doubt, most interested in the games. Especially when there’s gambling involved in them.

♡urogi especially loves playing loteria. Even though the game is based off of the luck of the card you have, he’s for some reason always wins.

♡once he learns more about pronunciation when it comes to the cards, he purposefully reads the names of the cards fast to confuse you and whoever else you’re playing with.

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“El borracho!”

“huh?”

You put a small coin on your bored while the other clones remained confused.

“La botella!”

“HEY! SLOW DOWN!” Sekido yelled while throwing a coin at Karaku’s head. The green eyed demon only snickered before continuing to say the names of the cards quickly.

“I still don’t understand how you play..”

“La rana!”

“Wait, rana or araña?” Karaku muttered, scratching his head with a confused expression on his face.

˚ʚzohakutenɞ˚

♡him learning more about your culture and going to family parties with you includes you both being complete menace’s at said parties.

♡in truth, it’s mostly you being menace with him watching you, amused. 

♡since he’s an upper moon, you already know about his physical strength. And of course, you use his strength as an advantage during parties for your younger cousins.

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“Y/n, it’s for kids. Only toddlers are doing it.” Zohakuten sighed while you continued shaking his arm, asking him to hit the piñata. 

“Exactly! They’re gonna take forever to get the candy out!” You groaned, watching the unsupervised kids take turns hitting the colorful piñata.

Zohakuten stared at your pleading face before yet another sigh slipped out of his lips. “Fine.” He muttered, grabbing your hand and walking over to where the group of toddlers were.

It didn’t take long until one of the kids handed over the wooden stick to Zohakuten without thinking. And with one hit to the piñata, candy immediately came crashing down. You and the little toddlers were quick to scramble around and collect candy.

Taisho Secret: Even though he does throw up whenever he tries your food, he still eats all the spicy dishes you buy or make. Sure he regrets it after but he can’t help himself.

Taisho Secret: After Karaku became mesmerized by folklorico, he begged you to learn it and even bought you multiple different dresses.

Taisho Secret: The moment Aizetsu confirmed his stomach wasn’t able to handle human food, instead of eating the sweet dishes, he learned how to make them. Seeing your look of awe is enough to make him happy.

Taisho Secret: Just as much as he loves playing games and gambling, he loves stealing goody bags at little kids parties before fleeing the scene and hiding. He knows he can’t eat the candies. He just likes listening to the kids cry.

Taisho Secret: Zohakuten actually enjoys hitting the piñata. But he’ll never admit that to you. He likes it even more when he gets to hit it first without giving the little kids a chance. He only likes it cause they cry and run off, leaving you with all the candy.

A/n: y’all know I couldn’t forget my little taisho secrets. Also, I apologize for the lack of updates!

[chicgeekgirl89]

Read Chapter 13 on AO3!

T.K. 🍑

[11:10am] Did I leave my AFD hoodie at your place?

Carlos

[11:10am] I don’t know. Let me look.

[11:16am] Yep. Found it. Under the right side of my bed.

T.K. 🍑

[11:17am] Shit. I thought I grabbed it. My dad has the AC cranked up at the firehouse. He read somewhere that cold is better for your metabolism. I feel like I’m in a freezer.

Carlos

[11:18am] Want me to to bring it to you? I’m heading to my parents’ in a little bit. I can drop it off.

T.K. 🍑

[11:18am] Yeah that’d be great actually. You don’t mind?

Carlos

[11:19am] It’s basically on my way. Can’t have my boyfriend turning into a popsicle.

T.K. 🍑

[11:19am] You’d better hurry or you might be too late. My fingers are turning into icicles as I type.

Carlos

[11:24am] On my way. Don’t freeze before I get there.

He pulls up to the firehouse about ten minutes later, reaching for the hoodie on the passenger seat as he opens his door and steps out. He’s heading for the open bay doors when a human rocket in the size and shape of his boyfriend comes hurtling out toward him. “Oh thank god. You saved my life.”

T.K. crashes into him, his hands sliding under the hem of Carlos’ t-shirt. Carlos shouts and tries to pull away as the aforementioned icicle fingers skate up his abdomen. “Ah! Let go of me! You’re freezing!”

“No way.” T.K. snuggles into his chest and gives a little shiver. “Best thing for hypothermia is body heat. And you are very, very hot.”

“You’re not hypothermic,” Carlos says with a roll of his eyes, trying to squirm away again. T.K. is a stage one clinger though and holds on tightly.

“How would you know? You’re a police officer. Not a doctor,” he says.

“People don’t get hypothermic in Austin in May,” Carlos tells him. “People don’t get hypothermic in Austin ever.”

“First time for everything,” T.K. mumbles as he buries his nose in Carlos’ chest.

It’s equally as cold as the rest of him and Carlos suppresses a laugh. T.K. is exaggerating, but not by much. “Do you want your sweatshirt?” he asks.

“No,” T.K. says. “I’m just going to stay like this.”

“Isn’t it going to be hard to fight fires if you’re glued to my stomach?” Carlos asks.

T.K. reluctantly pulls back. “Fine.” He takes the hoodie from Carlos and slips it on over his uniform. “Thanks for bringing this by.”

Carlos runs a hand down T.K.’s sweatshirt clad arm. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

“What are you doing at your parents’?” T.K. asks as he shoves his hands into his sweatshirt pockets.

“My dad is at work and my mom needs something out of the garage that she can’t reach,” Carlos says dryly. “I’ve been summoned.”

“But you’ll likely be paid in food for your services,” T.K. says, his eyes lighting up. “Food you will share with…?”

Carlos rolls his eyes fondly. “Yes, I will save you some tres leches if she made any.”

“Yes!”

Carlos chews the inside of his lip as he considers his next move. “Actually,” he says, “she’s been asking about you. She wants you to come for dinner. To thank you for taking care of me when I was hurt. And probably to be nosy about our relationship.”

“Yes,” T.K. says immediately.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to—“

“Will she make food?”

“Yes?”

“Will she show me embarrassing naked baby photos of you?”

“Probably?”

T.K. looks at him very seriously. “Will I get to meet the chickens?”

Carlos snort laughs. He’d told T.K. about his parents keeping chickens in their backyard at some point in their texting chats and he’d had a thousand questions about it. “Yes, I’m sure my mom would love for you to meet the chickens.”

“Then yes! When? Tonight? Wait, I’m working. Tomorrow?”

“I’ll ask her today, but probably this weekend.”

“Oh. That’s so far away.” T.K.’s lip comes out in an adorable pout.

“I think you’ll live,” Carlos says with a chuckle.

The entire firehouse lights up, alarms and sirens blaring as a call comes in. “Oops, gotta go!” T.K. says, kissing him quick and then running back inside.

“He-ey Carlos!” Mateo gives him a wave as he scurries toward the truck. “Good to see you bro!”

“Hey Mateo.” Carlos lifts a hand and waves back.

“Carlos! You gotta come by for dinner if you’re free!” Paul says as he climbs aboard. “I’m making my mama’s gumbo.”

“Another time!” Carlos calls as the engine starts up.

T.K. sticks his head out the engine window as they drive past him. “Bye babe! See you later!”

He can hear the rest of the team wolf whistling and yelling as they go by and feels color flood his face, but not in a shameful way. T.K. called him babe in front of his teammates. In front of his dad. He’s excited to have Carlos in his life.

It’s a new feeling. And it’s one Carlos likes.

At five thirty on Friday night he pulls the Camaro into the Strand driveway and cuts the engine, giving himself a second to breathe and try to relax. His nerves are all over the place. Whatever happens tonight with his family is going to define his relationship with T.K. for the foreseeable future. And he’s honestly not quite sure what to expect.

He’s never brought a boy home before. For a lot of reasons.

Stepping out of the car he’s almost to the door when he hears someone call his name from behind. He turns to see Owen striding up the front walk, Buttercup trundling along behind him on a leash. 

“Captain Strand,” he says, giving him a nod as he joins him at the front door.

“Owen,” the captain says pointedly. “You’re not one of my firefighters.”

“Yes sir.” What is it about this man that makes him break out in a cold sweat?

Owen uses his key to open the front door, unleashing Buttercup who wanders inside in search of a drink from his water bowl. “Come on in,” he says, beckoning Carlos inside. “T.K.!” he yells up the stairs. “Your boyfriend is here!”

“Be down in a minute!” T.K. yells back.

“Can I get you anything?” Owen says as he heads for the kitchen. “I just got this new cleansing juice. It is full of probiotics. Any interest?”

“No, thank you,” Carlos says, just barely biting back the “sir” that forms on his tongue.

Owen shrugs and takes a swig from his own bottle. “So, family dinner tonight?”

“Yes. Just my mom and dad,” Carlos says. “T.K., I don’t know if he told you this, but he helped me out last month when I was injured. My mom kind of thinks he’s a hero.”

“I like her already,” Owen says. “I would love to meet her sometime.”

The cold sweat turns into a cold panic and Carlos opens his mouth to reply, but T.K. comes bounding down the stairs, his shirt a blur of color as he presses a kiss to Carlos’ mouth. “Hi babe,” he says. He’s made incredibly liberal use of the nickname since claiming it. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Carlos says.

“Well you boys have fun,” Owen says. “Have him home by midnight.”

“Dad.” T.K. rolls his eyes.

“Kidding, kidding! Enjoy!”

T.K. follows Carlos out to the car, settling into the passenger seat with ease. “Should I have invited your dad to dinner?” Carlos asks worriedly.

“My dad?” T.K. looks at him in confusion.

“He said he’d like to meet my mom and I realized I could have invited him. Should I go back inside? My mom won’t care if we have one more, she always makes plenty.”

He’s reaching for the door handle, but T.K. puts a hand on his arm. “Carlos my dad is fine.”

“Are you sure?” Carlos asks, still feeling bad. “I didn’t even think about it.”

“It’s so sweet of you to want him to come but…I’d kind of like this night to be just about us. I know I already met your mom, but I haven’t had a chance to get to know her yet. And I haven’t met your dad at all.” He smiles. “I love my dad. But in case you hadn’t noticed, he kind of pulls focus. And I plan to be the center of attention tonight.”

He flashes Carlos a cheeky smile that makes him smile back and eases his guilt. “Okay. But next time. I’m sure my parents would like to meet your dad.”

“Next time,” T.K. agrees. “Now let’s go! I’m starving!”

It’s only about thirty minutes from T.K.’s house to his parents’. T.K. chatters on the whole time about Harry Styles and Jackson Pollock and how New York City has the best water in the entire country. T.K.’s voice is animated and poassionate, but it’s still kind of soothing. Like listening to a podcast.

“Whoa,” T.K. says, stopping mid-stream when they finally turn onto the right street. “Somebody’s having a party.”

“Looks like,” Carlos says, carefully navigating between the cars that are parked along the road. 

And then he spots a familiar pick-up truck followed by an equally familiar minivan and his heart plummets into his stomach. “Oh no,” he says quietly, barely aware that the words have escaped his lips. 

“What?” T.K. asks.

Carlos puts the Camaro into park in his parents’ driveway and looks at T.K. “You remember how I said this dinner was going to be just you and me and my parents?”

“Yeah.”

He nods toward T.K.’s window. “That minivan? That belongs to my sister Ana. That truck over there is my Tía Lucy’s. The Subaru? That’s my Tío Ramón’s.”

Understanding slowly dawns in T.K.’s eyes. “Oh. The party is at your house?”

“I’m afraid so.” Carlos tightens his hands into fists on top of his thighs. “Do you want to leave? This is not what you signed up for.”

“Leave?” T.K. gives him a look like he’s crazy. “Why would we leave?”

“Because my family is big and loud and overwhelming and you were expecting a quiet dinner to get to know my parents?”

“Will there still be tamales?”

“If the kids haven’t eaten them all already.”

That is when the look of concern that Carlos was expecting finally crosses T.K.’s face and he starts to fumble with his seatbelt. “Well okay let’s get in there then!”

“T.K. are you sure—“

“Carlos,” T.K. looks straight into his eyes, deadly serious. “You promised me your mom’s tamales. Nothing is going to keep me from them. I work in a firehouse full of loud, nosy, obnoxious people. They were all there on our first date. Your family doesn’t scare me.” He opens his door. “Now can we please go before all the tamales are gone?”

Carlos has no choice but to get out and follow T.K. to the door even as he is internally panicking about how this is going to go. He’s out to his family. But it’s not something they talk about like…ever. He doesn’t quite know where they all stand on him dating a man, especially some of his more devoutly Catholic tíos and tías.

But T.K. practically bounds up the front steps with the energy of a golden retriever, so Carlos tries to put on a brave face as he pushes open the front door. “Mom! We’re here!” he calls as they step inside.

There’s music going and people talking and laughing, the smell of food in the air. All the feelings of home that Carlos greyed out of his condo for so many years because it was easier to pretend it didn’t exist than it was to invite people in and be rejected.

“Carlitos!”

His mom appears from around the corner, the same floral apron that she’s worn for thirty years covering her outfit. She pulls him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning her eyes to T.K. “T.K.! Welcome! Bienvenidos!” She gives him the same hug and kiss along with an extra pinch on the cheek. “We are so glad to have you here! Come in, come in.”

She shoos him in front of her and Carlos gently grabs her arm. “Mom, I thought you said this was going to be small.”

“It is small mijo.” She looks puzzled. “Tía Dolores and Tía Eduardo are out of town on their cruise.”

His mom would think that having one sister and brother-in-law absent from their party constitutes a small gathering. “I thought it was going to be just you and me and T.K. and Dad,” he clarifies.

“Well I mentioned it to Ana and she wanted to come, so then of course I had to invite Luisa too,” she says. “And then Tía Lucy was over on Sunday and asked about you so I told her you were coming over and she invited herself and then…” she waves a hand, “you know how it goes.”

He does indeed know how it goes. In all honesty, he should have anticipated this. It’s his own fault really that he didn’t see it coming.

He follows his mom and T.K. into the living room and open kitchen where his family is waiting. There’s a chorus of hellos and he receives several hugs around the knees from the kids in the room as his mom introduces T.K.

“Everyone this is T.K.!” his mom says proudly and T.K. gives a little wave to the room.

“Hello,” he says all smiles and sunlight. 

Aware that he only has about three seconds before his family swarms his fledgling of a boyfriend, Carlos grabs T.K.’s hand and steers him out the back door to where his dad is working the grill with a couple of his tíos and cousins.

“Dad?” Carlos says as they approach.

“Carlitos!” His dad hands a pair of tongs over to Tío Lucas and wipes his hands on his apron. “Good to see you.”

“Dad, this is T.K. My boyfriend.” He watches with cautious eyes as his dad takes in this information. He knows his dad knows, his mom definitely told him what tonight was all about, but he’s still nervous about what his dad’s reaction will be.

“Well of course it is!” His dad holds out a hand, grabbing T.K.’s and shaking enthusiastically.

Carlos relaxes, just barely containing a sigh of relief. Not awkward. Good. 

“I’m Gabriel. So nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard you’re quite the superstar firefighter,” his dad continues.

“Well I don’t know about that,” T.K. says, oddly modest, though the color on his cheeks indicates that he’s pleased by this description.

“According to my wife you’re quite something,” Gabriel says. “She was very impressed with how you helped our Carlos.”

“I was happy to do it,” T.K. says, looking at Carlos with soft eyes. Then they drift to something over his shoulder and go wide. “Oh my god! Is that the chicken coop?!”

He almost knocks Carlos over in his haste to head for the far corner of the backyard. Carlos laughs. “We’ll be back,” he tells his dad, then heads over to where T.K. is already kneeling in front of the chicken wire fence, making soft noises at the hens inside.

“Oooh look at you, you’re such a pretty girl aren’t you?” he’s saying when Carlos reaches him. He turns and looks up at Carlos. “What are their names?”

“The black one is Bubbles. The brown is Princess Sparkles. And the white one is Marisol. My niece and nephew named Bubbles and Princess Sparkles. My mom named Marisol.”

“Can I pet them?”

“Um…you can try. They’re not super friendly. They really only like my mom.”

T.K. is already opening the enclosure and picking Bubbles up, cooing softly. “Hi Bubbles. Are you a good girl? Yes you are. Yes you are!”

Carlos watches in amusement as T.K. snuggles each chicken in turn without a single peck. They all cluck softly and let him stroke their feathers, then calmly wander around his feet, searching the dirt for food.

“What are you, some kind of animal whisperer?” Carlos asks.

T.K. shrugs and sets Princess Sparkles down. “Animals are easier to understand than people sometimes. And they’re very, very cute.”

“Boys, oye!” his dad calls, beckoning them back toward the house. “Food is ready. Let’s eat!”

It’s a chaotic night, the way family dinners always are. One of Carlos’ nieces spills an entire glass of milk at the dinner table, Ana loses her car keys only to find them an hour later in the freezer, and T.K. is pulled from one person to the next to be lovingly interrogated. Carlos tries to stay with him, but he keeps getting pulled in a hundred different directions to help with food, find the aforementioned lost keys, move a table from the garage to the living room, and a host of other things.

He does get to sit down long enough to watch T.K. demolish an impressive number of tamales along with a huge portion of arroz con pollo, refried beans, and steak with chimichurri. His mom keeps refilling T.K.’s plate, chatting away with him the entire time, to the point that Carlos is a little worried he might have to take T.K. to the ER to have his stomach pumped.

It’s almost nine o’clock by the time they leave, his mom handing him several tupperwares full of leftovers to take home for him and T.K. “Thank you for coming.” She pulls him close so she can whisper in his ear. “I love him. Make sure you bring him again.”

Those words make Carlos feel like he could crumple to the ground in a ball of tears. The open acceptance of his relationship is overwhelming. When he’d come out to his parents at eighteen it had felt like his entire world was balanced precariously on their reaction and he’s kind of been living that way ever since. Never fully himself, always putting on a front for their comfortability.

“Thank you,” he says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out half cracked.

“T.K.!” his mom throws her arms around him. “You are welcome anytime. You make sure Carlos shares some of that ropa vieja with you; it’s his favorite and if you’re careful he’ll eat it all himself.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure he shares,” T.K. says, throwing him that charming smile that endeared him to the hearts of everyone in this house tonight. 

“You’re quiet,” he says as they drive back to Carlos’, the tupperware sitting in his lap.

“Just thinking,” Carlos says, flashing him a quick smile as they stop at a light.

“Good thoughts? Or bad thoughts?”

Thoughts he can’t say yet. Thoughts about him, his family, T.K., how they all fit together. Maybe someday he’ll be able to share them, but for now he keeps them to himself.

He sends T.K. a flirtier smile. “Thoughts about how I’m going to say thank you for tonight.”

“Ooh,” T.K. smiles and shifts in his seat. “I would say you don’t have to, but I’m very excited to find out what that looks like.”

“You should be.”

[romanticvampiric]

ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 07

ㅤCW: Bodyshaming, scorpions and mention of vomit / Bodyshaming, escorpiones y mención de vomito.

English ver.

Romantic: ( Aah, but what a boring day. )

( I‘m a little hungry, but I don’t understand. I supposedly had lunch a while ago. )

( Maybe I’ll buy something after the next class, or before? ...I’ll try not to spend my money impulsively. )

For now... there must be something I can do. I’m tired of sitting here doing absolutely nothing.

( Now that I think about it, I should continue my research regarding the Sakamaki. I can’t deny that those guys are terrifying, after all, they are not human. )

( But who else would do the dirty work? I highly doubt anyone else would suspect them of being vampires within the Institution. )

( Could they be accomplices? ...This whole situation makes me feel so insecure, so uncomfortable. )

Ayato: Haa? Are you still sitting here, Chibimushi?

Romantic: ( It’s Ayato-kun... Again. )

Oh, well... Yes, something like that.

If I’m being honest with you, I’m surprised you actually noticed.

Ayato: How can you not? You’ve been sitting there for hours.

What? Are you afraid that others will start to notice how tiny you are?

Romantic: ——!

( He didn’t say that...! )

Ayato: Heh. What’s happening? Don’t worry, Chibimushi. Everyone here already notices it perfectly.

Is your height affecting you? Haha!

Romantic: ...It’s not funny. Also, I already told you to stop calling me that.

Ayato: But I don’t even remember your real name. This one suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?

I would say it even goes with your personality. Chi-bi-mu-shi.

Romantic: ...!

( Ugh... He’s just trying to provoke me. I’m not going to give him the luxury of responding now. )

( I’m not even that small! )

...Whatever.

Ayato-kun, do you know if the cafeteria is still open? I... I want to eat something before the next class.

Ayato: Bah. The cafeteria has been closed for a few hours, Chibimushi. You should have gone there sooner if you were that hungry, you know?

Romantic: ( Haa, I thought so... )

Ayato: But when it opens, I can bring you something delicious if you want, what were you planning to eat?

Romantic: No need, Ayato-kun, thank you. I wasn’t that hungry either, so I’ll stay here.

Ayato: Come on. I’ll spoil you a little, how about I bring you something sweet? Ore-sama is quite a gentleman after all!

Romantic: ( Huh? )

Ayato: They opened a sweets store very close to the school recently, Kanato showed it to me one day.

Romantic: ( Kanato-kun? )

( Well... I’m aware of how much Kanato-kun loves sweets. But surprises me that he would want to share the store with Ayato-kun. )

( Most likely he didn’t actually do it... It’s even allowed to leave the school during class time—?)

Ayato: Now, is there something you want exactly? Although, I guess anything would be good for a Chibimushi like you.

Tell me, what you think?

Romantic: ...Okay, I’ll accept your invitation, but... I'm not sure what to choose.

Ayato: Oh, that’s simple. You just have to think of something that you like too much. Come on, choose now!

Romantic: ( All this situation is so strange. Ayato-kun acted too kind... The sweets, the store... )

( Is this «kind act» to ask me for something in return? Blood, perhaps? )

❁ㅤAyato stands up from his seat and stares at Romantic as he stands in the classroom with his arms crossed.

Romantic: Well...

Ayato: So! What do you want, Chibimushi? Sweets? Ice cream? Cake? Chocolates? Name it and it will be yours.

You better not reject me this time!

Romantic: ...Maybe I would like some cake, I really like tres leches, I haven't had it in a while.

❁ㅤHe laughed without hesitation and leaned towards the boy again, smiling at him while shaking his black hair until it looked like a bird’s nest.

Ayato: You really are unique, aren’t you?

Romantic: S-stop already!

Ayato: Hahaha! I’ll go get the cake you want, so don’t go anywhere else without my permission, okay? I’ll be right back.

Romantic: Please, don’t let other people see you!

Haa... this boy is going to get me expelled one day...

❁ㅤWith that, the vampire looked up, turned around and walked towards the classroom hallway in search of the small gift, his salmon eyes completely stunned by his strange behavior.

Romantic: ( I’m not going to distrust Ayato-kun, I don’t like him, but... I do know him. )

( Maybe... he just wanted to do it. But nobody gets that kind of thing out of nowhere, right? )

I wonder what he has in mind.

—25 minutes later.—

❁ㅤAfter a while, the door opened and Ayato re-entered the room; he is now standing in front of Romantic while he is holding behind his back what appears to be a white box labeled: «The Sweet Aroma».

Ayato: Well, well! Here it is.

Romantic: Wow! I can see?

Ayato: Of course, watch carefully.

❁ㅤA small smile from ear to ear appeared on his face as soon as he spoke, offering his companion the large box of cake that he had agreed to buy, while he showed his fangs on the outside.

Romantic: Wow!

Hee-hee! ♪ The box is quite big for a cake…

Ayato: Oh, you’d be surprised how big this cake is, Chibimushi.

Come on, take a look.

Romantic: Really? Well, I wouldn’t want to eat it alone, wouldn’t you like a slice, Ayato-kun?

Really, I don’t mind sharing it with you.

Ayato: Che, why would I do it? I gave it to you. Therefore, it’s natural that you, as the receiver, eat it up.

I was kind enough to bring it to you, so hurry up and open it!

Romantic: ( Ayato-kun... He doesn’t want some cake? But he loves food, and making me angry... )

( What should I do? I’m starting to think this is suspicious, and if possible, I would like to avoid having to eat something weird... )

( This was already planned... Wasn’t it? )

I...

Ayato: Ah, come on! I’m telling you to open it now!

Romantic: I’m on it, be patient, please.

( I have to act now. Do whatever, but do it now.... Otherwise Ayato-kun is going to get tired of waiting... )

Ayato: Shut up. It’s your fault for taking forever.

Romantic: Let me open it, okay? Let’s see how it is...

Ayato:...

Romantic: ...

...

( ...Oh my God, it can’t be true... )

Aah...! No—!

( T-they are... they are scorpions! There are scorpions in the cake! )

Ayato: Hehe, it seems like you liked it a lot. You jumped with excitement.

Romantic: ...

Ayato: What’s wrong, Chibimushi? You’re shaking...

Romantic: Ayato-kun! Did you—?!

Ayato: Yes, it was me.

For a moment I thought about just bringing you the cake, but there’s nothing better than a complement, right? Enjoy it.

Romantic: ...!

( I knew it. Ayato-kun couldn’t be that kind. I really was a real fool... )

Ayato: Hehe! You have no choice when you are like this.

Come on, eat one of those. They’ll probably be delicious too, right?

Romantic: W-what?

Ayato: What you heard.

Don’t be shy, Chibimushi. Go on, take advantage of the fact that you are the only one who will have it, take a huge bite.

Or... are you too afraid to eat one of these? Don’t tell me they scare you.

Romantic: ( That smile... How did he know? )

❁ㅤThe young man struggled, trying to remove the various scorpions from his sight. He knew that he didn’t have many options available to him, but still...

Romantic: Ayato-kun...

N-no, Ayato-kun! I can’t do it!

Ayato: Oh, of course you can. Just trust me...

Romantic: No, no, no!

Ayato: Shh... you’ll like it, believe me.

Come on, close your eyes and open wide.

Romantic: ( I don’t want to look...! I feel like I could die right now from the disgust... No! )

Ayato: Here it comes... yum! ...Delicious, hehe.

Romantic: Nh—!

Ayato: Wow, Chibimushi, you’re really making a mess, huh?!

H-hey! Don’t you dare throwing up. Open your eyes, pay attention to what you’re doing.

Romantic: ( ... )

( Huh? )

( ...Wait, these aren’t scorpions. )

( These are... )

Candy...?

Ayato: That’s right. Why so upset? You haven’t even swallowed it yet. I can give you worse to eat, so consider yourself lucky.

That face of yours... you’re totally hopeless, I almost feel sorry for you. Haha!

Romantic: Ugh...! Ayato-kun...! I can’t believe it!

I thought they were real...! I—!

Ayato: Hahaha! How could you believe something like that? You really are an idiot, Chibimushi! Haha!

Romantic: ( In the end... he was just making fun of me, again. But this time... Ayato-kun crossed the line. )

( I can't believe I let myself be fooled, I never learn! )

Ayato: Ah, hehe... my stomach hurts. I shouldn’t have laughed so much...

Here, take this, nerd.

❁ㅤThe redhead extended a small white handkerchief from one of his pants pockets and handed it to the minor with a certain mocking tone.

Romantic: ...Thank you.

❁ㅤHe sighed, taking the piece of paper to wipe his mouth. He had made a total mess on his face.

Ayato: That’s the Chibimushi I know.

Alright! This is making me hungry, so let’s change plans, okay? Let’s finish that cake you and I together.

Make sure you enjoy every bite, so put that face away. Whether you like it or not, it’s a gift for you.

Romantic: ...Okay, I promise to be grateful.

( I don’t know what to think... )

—Monologue.—

Ayato-kun and I didn’t have cutlery during free class, so we ate the entire cake using our hands. Making sure not to throw anything on the floor.

To be honest, I had a lot of leftovers on my «plate». I didn’t have much of an appetite back then, so I just gave it all to him.

Not because he wasn’t delicious or because I wanted to ignore the detail. However, the presence of a scorpion, even if it is made of candy or even as an ornament, seems very unpleasant to me.

I had to eat at least five of them, and I imagined their legs moving when I bit into them, or worse, their stingers stuck in my tongue as I chewed.

In the end, it seems that Ayato-kun liked the cake he bought more than I did.

ーー END OF DARK 07ーー

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You may be wondering why this is on my main blog and not on @lovebatty... Well, I was editing this post and then realized that this was the wrong blog 😭 funny story.

But it doesn't matter, hopefully it won't happen to me again. As you can see, we saw more of Ayato's cruel behavior on this point of the story❕ This chapter gives me chills, because I really DON'T like scorpions❕❕ So I feel bad for Romi, he doesn't deserve this.ㅤ(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

If you like it, please consider giving this post a fav, reblog and why not, even follow me❕ As always, thank you so much for reading. Have an amazing day.

Versión en Español.

Romantic: ( Aah, pero que día tan aburrido. )

( Tengo un poco de hambre, pero no lo entiendo. Se supone que ya había almorzado desde hace rato. )

( Quizá vaya a comprar algo después de la siguiente clase, ¿o antes? ...Intentaré no gastar mi dinero impulsivamente. )

Por ahora... debe haber algo que pueda hacer. Ya me cansé de estar aquí sentado sin hacer absolutamente nada.

( Ahora que lo pienso, debería continuar con mi investigación respecto a los Sakamaki. No puedo negar que esos tipos son aterradores, después de todo, no son humanos. )

( Pero quién más haría el trabajo sucio. Dudo mucho que alguien más sospeche que ellos son vampiros dentro de la Institución. )

( ¿Podrían ser cómplices? ...Toda esta situación me hace sentir tan inseguro, tan incómodo. )

Ayato: ¿Haa? ¿Todavía sigues aquí sentado, Chibimushi?

Romantic: ( Es Ayato-kun... Otra vez. )

Oh, pues... Sí, algo así.

Sí te soy honesto, me sorprende que lo notarás.

Ayato: ¿Cómo no hacerlo? Has estado sentado allí durante horas.

¿Qué? ¿Tienes miedo de que los demás comiencen a notar lo diminuto que eres?

Romantic: ¡——!

( ¡Él no dijo eso...! )

Ayato: Je. ¿Qué pasa? No te angusties, Chibimushi. Todos aquí ya lo notamos perfectamente.

¿Tu altura te está afectando? ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ...No es gracioso. Además, ya te he dicho que dejes de llamarme de esa forma.

Ayato: Pero si ni siquiera me acuerdo de tu verdadero nombre.

Ese te queda bastante bien, ¿no? Diría que hasta va con tu personalidad. Chi-bi-mu-shi.

Romantic: ¡...!

( Ugh... Él tan sólo busca provocarme. No pienso darle el lujo de responder ahora. )

( ¡Ni siquiera soy tan pequeño! )

...Como sea.

...Ayato-kun, ¿sabes si la cafetería todavía está abierta? Yo... quiero comer algo antes de la próxima clase.

Ayato: Bah. La cafetería lleva cerrada unas horas, Chibimushi. Deberías haber ido allí antes si tanta hambre tenías, ¿sabes?

Romantic: ( Haa, lo suponía... )

Ayato: Pero cuando abra, puedo traerte algo delicioso si quieres, ¿qué pensabas comer?

Romantic: No es necesario, Ayato-kun, gracias. Yo tampoco tenía tanta hambre, así que me quedaré aquí.

Ayato: Vamos. Te consentiré un poco, te traeré algo dulce, ¿de acuerdo? ¡Ore-sama es todo un caballero después de todo!

Romantic: ( ¿Eh? )

Ayato: Recientemente abrieron una tienda de dulces muy cerca de la escuela, Kanato me la mostró un día.

Romantic: ( Kanato-kun? )

( Bueno... soy consciente de lo mucho que a Kanato-kun le encantan los dulces. Pero me sorprendería que quisiera compartir la tienda con Ayato-kun. )

( Lo más probable es que en realidad no lo haya hecho... ¿Está siquiera permitido salir de la escuela durante el horario de clases—?)

Ayato: Ahora, ¿hay algo que deseas exactamente? Aunque, supongo que cualquier cosa le vendría bien a un Chibimushi como tú.

Dime, ¿te animas?

Romantic: ...Está bien, aceptaré tu invitación, pero... no estoy seguro de qué elegir.

Ayato: Oh, eso es sencillo. Sólo debes pensar en algo que te guste demasiado, ¡vamos, elige ya!

Romantic: ( Toda esta situación es tan extraña. Ayato-kun actuó muy amable... Los dulces, la tienda... )

( ¿Es este acto amable para pedirme algo a cambio? ¿Sangre, tal vez? )

❁ㅤAyato se levanta de su asiento y mira fijamente a Romantic mientras está de pie en el salón de clases con los brazos cruzados.

Romantic: Pues...

Ayato: ¡Entonces! ¿Qué quieres, Chibimushi? ¿Dulces? ¿Helado? ¿Pastel? ¿Chocolates? Nómbralo y será tuyo.

¡Será mejor que no me rechaces esta vez!

Romantic: ...Quizás me gustaría un poco de pastel, me gusta mucho el de tres leches, hace tiempo que no lo he tenido.

❁ㅤSe rió sin dudarlo y se inclinó nuevamente hacia el chico, sonriéndole al mismo tiempo que le sacudía su cabello negro hasta dejarlo como un nido de pájaros.

Ayato: Realmente eres único, ¿no?

Romantic: ¡P-para ya!

Ayato: ¡Jajaja! Iré a buscar el pastel que quieres, así que no vayas a ningún otro lado sin mi permiso, ¿vale? Ya vuelvo.

Romantic: ¡Por favor, no dejes que otras personas te vean! ¡Ve con mucho cuidado!

Haa... este chico va a hacer que me expulsen algún día...

❁ㅤDicho esto, el vampiro miró hacia arriba, se dio la vuelta y caminó hacia el pasillo del salón de clases en busca del pequeño regalo, el ojos asalmonados totalmente atónito ante su extraño comportamiento.

Romantic: ( No voy a desconfiar de Ayato-kun, no me agrada, pero… sí lo conozco. )

( Tal vez... sólo se sentía cómo tal. Pero nadie saca ese tipo de cosas de la nada, ¿verdad? )

Me pregunto qué tiene en mente.

—25 minutos después.—

❁ㅤDespués de un rato, la puerta se abrió y Ayato volvió a entrar a la habitación; está vez parado frente a Romantic mientras que iba sosteniendo detrás de su espalda lo que parecía ser una caja blanca con la etiqueta: «El Dulce Aroma».

Ayato: ¡Bien, bien! Aquí lo tienes.

Romantic: ¡Vaya! ¿Puedo verlo?

Ayato: Por supuesto, observa con atención.

❁ㅤUna pequeña sonrisa de oreja a oreja se le formuló en el rostro apenas le habló, ofreciéndole a su acompañante la gran caja de pastel que se había comprometido a comprar, mientras que mostraba los colmillos de fuera.

Romantic: ¡Guau!

¡Je-je! ♪ La caja es bastante grande para un pastel…

Ayato: Oh, te sorprendería lo grande que es este pastel, Chibimushi.

Vamos, echa un vistazo.

Romantic: ¿En serio? Bueno, no me gustaría comerlo solo, ¿no te gustaría una rebanada, Ayato-kun?

De verdad, no me molesta el compartirlo.

Ayato: Che, ¿por qué iba a hacerlo? Te lo dí a ti. Por lo tanto, es natural que tú, como receptor, te lo comas.

¡Vamos, tuve la amabilidad de traértelo, así que date prisa y ábrelo!

Romantic: ( ¿Ayato-kun... no quiere pastel? Pero él ama la comida, y molestarme. )

( ¿Qué debería hacer? Empiezo a creer que esto es sospechoso, y si es posible, me gustaría evitar tener que comer algo perjudicial para mí. )

( Esto ya estaba planeado...¿no es así? )

Romantic: Yo...

Ayato: ¡Ah, vamos! ¡Te estoy diciendo que lo abras ya!

Romantic: Ya voy, se paciente, por favor.

( Tengo que actuar ahora. Haz lo que sea, pero hazlo ahora... De lo contrario, Ayato-kun se cansará de esperar... )

Ayato: Cállate. Es tu culpa por tardar una eternidad.

Romantic: Déjame abrirlo, ¿de acuerdo? Veamos qué tal está...

Ayato: ...

Romantic: ...

...

( ...Oh Dios mío, no puede ser verdad... )

¡Aah! ¡No—!

( ¡S-son... son escorpiones! ¡Hay escorpiones en el pastel! )

Ayato: Jeje, parece que te gustó mucho. Saltaste de la emoción.

Romantic: ...

Ayato: ¿Qué ocurre, Chibimushi? Estás temblando...

Romantic: ¡Ayato-kun! ¡¿Acaso tú—?!

Ayato: Sí, fui yo.

Por un momento pensé en traerte sólo el pastel, pero no hay nada mejor que un complemento, ¿no es así? Disfrútalo.

Romantic: ¡...!

( Lo sabía. Ayato-kun no podría ser tan amable. Realmente fui un verdadero estúpido... )

Ayato: ¡Jeje! No tienes remedio cuando estás así.

Vamos, cómete uno de esos escorpiones. Seguramente estarán deliciosos también, ¿verdad?

Romantic: ¿Q-qué?

Ayato: Lo que oíste.

No seas tímido, Chibimushi. Anda, aprovecha que eres el único que lo tendrá, dale un mordisco enorme.

¿O tienes demasiado miedo para comer uno de éstos? No me digas que te asustan.

Romantic: ( Esa sonrisa... ¿Cómo lo supo? )

❁ㅤEl joven luchó, tratando de quitar a los distintos escorpiones de su vista. Sabía que no tenía muchas opciones a su disposición, pero aún así...

Romantic: Ayato-kun...

¡N-no, Ayato-kun! ¡No puedo hacerlo!

Ayato: Oh, claro que puedes. Sólo confía en mí...

Romantic: ¡No, no, no!

Ayato: Shh... te va a gustar, créeme.

Anda, cierra los ojos y abre grande.

Romantic: ( ¡No quiero mirar...! ¡Siento que podría morirme en este preciso instante del asco que siento...! )

Ayato: Ahí viene... ¡ñam! ...Delicioso, jeje.

Romantic: ¡Nh—!

Ayato: Vaya, Chibimushi, realmente estás haciendo un desastre, ¡¿eh?!

¡O-oye! No te atrevas a vomitar. Abre los ojos, fíjate muy bien en lo que haces.

Romantic: ( ... )

( ¿Eh? )

¿Caramelos...?

( ...Espera, estos no son escorpiones. )

( Estos son... )

Ayato: Así es. ¿Por qué tan disgustado? Ni siquiera te lo has tragado todavía. Puedo darte algo peor de comer, así que considérate afortunado.

Esa cara tuya... estás totalmente desesperado, casi siento pena por ti. ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ¡Ugh...! ¡Ayato-kun...!

¡No puedo creerlo! ¡Creí que eran de verdad! ¡Yo—!

Ayato: ¡Jajaja! ¿Cómo pudiste creer algo así? ¡Realmente eres idiota, Chibimushi! ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ( Al final... sólo estaba burlándose de mí, otra vez. Pero está vez... Ayato-kun cruzó la línea. Me siento... )

( No puedo creer que me deje engañar, ¡yo nunca aprendo! )

Ayato: Ah, jeje... me duele el estómago. No debí haberme reído tanto...

Toma, nerd.

❁ㅤEl bermejo extendió un pequeño pañuelo blanco de uno de los bolsillos de su pantalón y se lo entregó al menor con cierto tono burlón.

Romantic: ...Gracias.

❁ㅤSuspiró, tomando el pedazo de papel para limpiarse la boca. Había hecho un total desorden.

Ayato: Ese es el Chibimushi que conozco.

¡Bien! Esto me está dando hambre, así que cambiemos de planes, ¿vale? Terminemos ese pastel tú y yo juntos.

Asegúrate de disfrutar cada bocado, así que quita esa cara. Te guste o no, es un regalo para ti.

Romantic: ...De acuerdo, lo prometo.

( No sé qué pensar... )

—Monólogo.—

Ayato-kun y yo no teníamos cubiertos durante la clase libre, así que nos comimos todo el pastel usando nuestras manos. Asegurándonos de no tirar nada al piso.

Para ser honesto, yo tenía muchas sobras en mi «plato». No tenía bastante apetito en ese entonces, así que simplemente se lo di todo a él.

No porque no estuviera delicioso o porque quisiera despreciar el detalle. Sin embargo, la presencia de un escorpión, aunque sea de caramelo o incluso como adorno, me parece muy desagradable.

Tuve que comerme al menos cinco de ellos, y me imaginé sus piernas moviéndose cuando los mordí, o peor aún, sus aguijones clavados en mi lengua mientras masticaba.

Al final, parece que a Ayato-kun le gustó más el pastel que compró que a mí.

ーー FIN DEL DARK 07 ーー

Comentario del admin 🧚🏻‍♀️

Quizás se esten preguntando por qué esto está en mi blog principal y no en @lovebatty... Bueno, es que estaba editando esta publicación y luego me di cuenta de que este era el blog equivocado 😭 qué gracioso.

Pero no importa, ojalá no me vuelva a pasar. Como puedes ver, vimos más comportamiento cruel de Ayato en este punto de la historia❕ Este capítulo me da escalofríos, porque realmente NO me gustan los alacranes / escorpiones❕❕ Pobre Romi, él no merecía.ㅤ(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Si les gusto, consideren darle a esta publicación un fav, rebloguear y, por qué no, incluso seguirme❕ Como siempre, muchas gracias por leer. Qué tengan un maravilloso día.

[amateur-selfshipper]

Mung: I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK MY WIFE! 

Tres Leches: And I did anyway! 

[maidenofartemis]

Tres Leches

Summary: Gareth and his Latina girlfriend cuddle on a couch and talk about parties and cake.

A/N: English isn't my first language but I tried my best to make a cute story for Gareth.

It was a quiet evening after school as Gareth and his girlfriend cuddled on his couch, he lay on her chest, humming in content as she played with his soft curls. Most days, it was difficult for the couple to find the opportunity in finding themselves on their own. At Gareth’s house; there was his mother, stepfather, older sister, and his two younger sister’s that were constantly in and out of the house. It might have been a family unit of 6, but (Y/N) had him beat with her own family. She had numerous family members at her trailer at all times; from grandparents, aunts and uncles, to cousins and siblings. 

It was actually at the trailer park that the couple was able to meet properly rather than hearing of one another through the metalhead known as Eddie. Although Eddie and (Y/N) had both grown up in the same trailer park, the boy and his uncle being frequent guests to the carne asada, she and Gareth hadn’t met until he came to visit his friend during one such cook out. 

Gareth had come to the trailer park in hopes of finding Eddie and possibly hanging out instead doing nothing at his own house, only to knock at the door and no one to come answer. In frustration that he couldn’t find his friend, Gareth had almost left when he heard numerous chants of Eddie’s name. Following the voices, he found his friend blindly swing a colorful stick as he attempted to break the piñata and surrounded by many people. 

It through the drummer for a loop to see so many people treat his friend with kindness and his presence had caught (Y/N)’s attention when she spotted him a distance away from the crowd. She thought the boy was cute and went to introduce herself as everyone else rushed around her as Eddie had managed to break the piñata. 

Since then, Gareth and (Y/N) were practically inseparable, even more so after they began dating. 

“Oye,” (Y/N) mumbled as she continued to play with his hair. 

He hummed in reply. 

“My cousin Marisol wants to know if you’re going to come to her kids’ birthday party this weekend.” 

“Did she buy a tres leches cake? Or did she get the kid a plain vanilla?” 

“You and your tres leches,” she giggled. “I can ask, but no promises that it will be what you want.” 

“Then how about we make some tres leches cake one of these days that you come over?” 

“Eres chulo, pero no tan chulo” she giggled. “I wouldn’t even know how to make it, all we would wind up doing is making a mess.” 

“Well it has three kinds of milk, right? Easy peasy, normal milk, chocolate milk, and strawberry milk” he said smugly. 

“That isn’t how it works, mi amor” she said with a quick peck to his lips. 

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll figure it out as we make it” he said. “Even it doesn’t turn out how we would like, you’ll still be sweeter to me than any cake.” 

Gently (Y/N) tangled her fingers through his soft waves, “What would I do without you?”

“I don’t know,” Gareth said honestly with a smile. “Probably make an actually decent tres leches cake?” 

The two giggled as they stayed cuddled in their partner’s comforting embrace. 

[wtfuckevenknows]

Okay, Nice Ask Week Ask -

You're invited to a potluck, what are you bringing?

Bonus round - it's a themed potluck and you have to bring a dish that is somehow emblematic of the last book or movie you loved. What are you bringing?

Alright Lim, I’m not sure I would call an existential crisis NICE exactly but here we go 😂

I have thought long and hard about this and as always I’m gonna cheat because I would need more Information for a straight answer. Am I responsible for a certain type of food, is there a general theme, what’s the occasion, what time of year is it?!

First of all if I could I would ALWAYS bring a charcuterie board!!! I have so much fun making them so if I could bring a snack (or two) that would be my offering.

Am I responsible for sides?! I’d bring a Mediterranean salad (with or without orzo) or my families secret recipe pasta salad or I’d bake some fresh bread (maybe olive bread, maybe cheddar bay biscuits).

Am I bringing a main dish?! This is actually the hardest one to decide but maybe I’d bring my chili mac or the taco pasta. If the potluck is around Christmas I’d ALWAYS bring my meatloaf stuffed with apples and chestnuts.

Am I bringing a drink?! Selfmade pink (cranberry) lemonade during summer, apple cider during winter.

Am I bringing desert?! My Mousse au chocolat made out of silken tofu (I was gonna try it out with gingerbread seasoning this winter, but then my body happened so if that’s any good I’d bring that at Christmas time).

Am I bringing sweets? Chocolate orange fudge hands down!!!

Am I bringing cake?! Tres Leches or my no bake straciatella torte.

Onto that second part of your ask 🙃

The last book(s) I really loved were a hockey series and I have a cake tin in the form of a shirt. Soooooo I’d bake a cake and decorate it so it would resemble a hockey jersey obviously. I’ve also baked hockey cookies before.

Not sure I am happy with these answers but I also wanna stop thinking about it 😂

(And now I’m gonna unfreeze the silken tofu and @loveconquersall is just gonna have to suffer through a food coma this weekend)

[parsheliii]

Imma translate one of my posts so more ppl can undertand, I added some stuff as well

I have seen some ppl talking bad things about q!Roier and saying he called Tilin "Las tres leches" (it means something like q!Q had more than one partner -in this case they didn't know if it was q!Luzu or q!Wilbur- so that made Tilin a kid that was made with more than one, ya know, no more explaining)

And in this case q!Roier didn't call them THAT, Tilin took that from nowhere. And q!R "mocking" on that, well it's spanish talkers' humor, that name was and IS funny, no one tought about it until Tilin said it 😭😭

And that "q!Q trusted q!R to take care of Tilin", well fuck it, Tilin wasn't obliged to be with q!R, if Tilin wanted to go with another of their uncles, in this case q!Slime, they were allowed!! The thing is, q!Q wasn't there, he was responsible of his own child but he was never there for Tilin, if it wasn't for q!Roier, Tilin would have died the second day. And q!R trusted q!S to let Tilin go with him, and what q!S did was an accident, no one would have expected that to happen.

Another thing, maybe for english speakers is really agresive that q!Roier mocked q!Mariana about Juana's death, but it's his humor!! Roier and Mariana are really close friends and like to mock each other, and in this case it was funnier 'cause Juana lasted just two days since she revived, Roier even got out of rp to ask him if he was seriously sad and stopped. And q!R babysitted Juana just a little time, even Juana was at his house when q!R came back without knowing she was there. Q!M came back and he was the one taking care of her, q!R doesn't have anything to do with her death.

q!R is a good father and a good man, he took care of an egg without doubt from someone that betrayed him. He is even going to open a therapy and will help ppl's mental health. It's unfair how other ppl from there are treating him :[

[thef1diary]

☕️: hiii,

Question - where are you from?any other hobbies? Whats you favorite music band ?

Im from Puertorico ,to many hobbies to tell and i really love artic monkeys

Just so we get to know eachother better

Hi lovely!

I was born in Pakistan but grew up in Canada (moved here once I turned 3). F1 has quickly become a big part of my life that I rarely spend time on other hobbies 😭 but when I do, I like to bake; mainly desserts. However I don’t have a big sweet tooth so I’d just make it for my family. Though I do want to try out some recipes that aren’t too sweet yk. I actually just made a tres leches cake today!!

I don’t think I have a favourite band tbh, I know it’s weird but I usually just listen to anything most of the time, whether it’s a friend’s playlist or the dj mode on Spotify. I am a huge fan of Bollywood music tho, especially the classics (90’s vibes)

[randoimago]

S/O Introducing them to Mexican Food

Fandom: Fire Emblem

Character(s): Ferdinand, Caspar, Dorothea

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I recently found a Mexican restaurant close to where I live (and I live in the country) and am v happy 😊. I also did some research into the foods since I don't know all of what's popular so hopefully I wrote this okay!

Caspar

Absolutely loves the amount of meat and seasonings. He gets a good helping of protein and it tastes great? Goddess sign him up!

He's not really a veggie person, but he loves how they taste in this style of cooking? There's just something about all the flavors that helps him forget about the vegetable taste.

He's not picky either when it comes to eating (besides the veggie thing, but again, he likes them combined with the different seasoning and meats). A really big fan of trying anything you make.

Dorothea

She loves the desserts so much. Even if they're bad for her figure, they're so tasty! Tres Leches cake is a favorite but she always feels guilty after eating a piece.

Constantly asks you to make her horchata. She loves cinnamon and for it to be in a drink? Genius. The idea of rice in it threw her off a tad, but it's so good so she doesn't mind at all.

Ferdinand

I'm sorry to do him like this, but Ferdinand just gives me stereotypical white boy vibes of not being able to handle spice. Would enjoy just a bowl of homemade tortilla chips.

He really does eat mostly tacos or quesadilla. If he's feeling adventurous, he'd try eating a chimichanga.

I can see Ferdinand really enjoying nachos. Like the kind with all the veggies and cheeses. He hates making a mess so it's such a bad food for him, but he enjoys all the different flavors (as long as it isn't spicy).