#the drive between my mother's house and mine is like 30mins and that gives me a lot of thinking time lmaooo

[buttdumplin]

just some hc's for the 141 boys with latin music <3

Soap 

Fucking loves Ivy Queen. She features at least once in every one of his playlists, and it has him jump up to dance when he hears her. Every time “Quiero Bailar” comes on, he’s shouting “CONSENT QUEEN!!!” as he throws ass. He explains, in detail, the important message in the lyrics when he’s done dancing, breaking down lines almost word by word. Every time. 

Kyle 

Had an extensive conversation with you about his complex feelings on “Atrévete-Te-Te” because the oversimplification of it hurts him, but he also refers to it as his “slut song” and again that ass is thrown. No one ever complains. He may or may not be considering getting a little white skirt for it. You may or may not have already bought one for him.

Really into Miranda! as of late because of the sounds and he’ll draw out the accent in a goofy exaggerated way. It gives him the perfect chance to be playful, eyes shining and hands wandering. He’ll play coy at red lights, swatting your hands away when you reach for him as if he hasn’t milked the opportunity to refamiliarize himself with your body.

Sings with you every time you’re in the car. It doesn’t matter what song it is, he’s there to match every word. He’s able to keep up with the lyrics that are too fast even for you, and he always does it with a smile. He likes the ad libs best. He’ll do them in a funny voice, projecting louder than the music, because he loves how it makes you laugh. 

Simon 

Borrows your speaker and listens to your playlists while he showers, picking up the habit from you incredibly fast. Sometimes you and Kyle will stick your ears to the bathroom door to hear him sing, voice smooth and low. If you all pause what you’re doing throughout the house, his voice carries clean and sweet.

Sneaks up on you in the kitchen, pulling your body into his and dancing a perfect huapango, slotting his massive thigh between yours and guiding your movements with his hand low on your back. It’s always slow and crushing, using his strength to control your body, and ends with toothy, too-eager kisses. No one has caught him yet, but the boys’ smiles often say they have an inkling.

Price 

Blushes like a madman when you tell him you noticed the pattern of some of his favorites. He likes love songs. Lost love, new love, love that never was, all of it. You hear him play a whole lot of Los Angeles Azules and Adolescent's Orquesta, and you've even caught him with some Conjunto Primavera. He fumbles a little, explaining that it’s not always the narratives that draw him in, but more how they remind him of what he’s been able to cultivate with all of you.

 A fucking sucker for any song with an accordion or a prominent horn, sends him directly into his feelings. It takes a minute for you to notice the pattern, but it’s the melancholy of the songs that calls to him. Sometimes you can catch him singing along silently as he drives, and his face is just so fucking expressive when he does. 

They have a shared playlist titled “I’m Literally Mexican,” which tells you exactly who created it, where they add some of their personal favorites. It started as a “now that I’ve heard this, I want it in my life more” situation that quickly turned into the boys sharing new songs from their respective tastes. They now aim to surprise you with songs you’ve never heard before.