#traditional Mexican snack

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[ineffable-writer]

Oh my god, as an American living in Scotland I’ve had so many people pull this sort of shit on me when I go back home. “Oh, it must be like a fairy tale!” “Oh, what’s the culture like? It must be so different!” “Oh, have you seen Outlander?”

Sure! Why don’t you visit and I’ll take you to the magical village of Leith? Or Aberdeen! Let’s do Aberdeen!

If you want to “reconnect with your roots”, just come visit the country. (And don’t brag about being 1.432% Scottish while you’re here.) Otherwise it’s just historical LARPing at best and protofascist at worst and tbh most people who ask me about what it’s like living here seem to think it’s still like Outlander which is a whole other category of what.

(To be fair, Scotland is my favorite place I’ve ever lived. I’ve had wonderful times in both Leith and Aberdeen. The only reason I’d ever want to leave are the Tories down in Westminster. But come on, America. Come on.)

my family’s Scottish but we’ve lost touch due to living so long in the US- do you have any suggestions on how to reconnect to our cultural roots?

Look there’s nothing wrong with being interested in your ancestors but outside of America this conversation is pretty icky.

I’d rather be honest and tell you that you’re probably not going to unlock some deep cultural connection by finding a tartan.

You’re more than welcome to take an interest in contemporary Scotland or Scottish history, but I’d make sure it’s a genuine interest first.

[cherrycranes]

Gringo Boyfriend: Feliz Navidad (Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader Summary: You bring your american boyfriend Neil to your family home in Mexico to spend christmas (and keep it quiet when you wanna get freaky) Word count: 5,329 Contents: (Minors DNI). Reader is mexican and has a loving family. A LOT of mexican traditions and yapping. Oral sex (male receiving), orgasm denial. A pause between both sex scenes. P in v, protected sex, fingering, quiet sex. You do all of this in your parents' house btw. Author's notes: This fanfic is written in collaboration with my dear @honeydew-angel and is a part 2 of the Gringo boyfriend fic! Merry christmas babies!

The big light-up speaker one of your uncles had settled on a corner blasted songs from La Sonora Dinamita that barely covered the sounds of chatter and laughter. Introducing your gringo boyfriend to your family in Mexico was a success, despite the language barrier. 

Neil, "el gringo" or "el güero", as your relatives called him, was the novelty of the Christmas function this year. Everybody wanted to talk to him in varying degrees of English proficiency. Your cousins held perfectly fine convos with him, your older relatives tried their best. You could add "live translator" to your resume from that point forward.

He was real sweet, everybody charmed by both his attitude and, of course, his beautiful baby blue eyes. Your grandmother made him stop blinking for about a minute so she could admire the color up close and reminisce about a long dead relative of hers who also had blue eyes. Then Neil's eyeballs were immediately hit with the cool December night breeze again as your little cousins got curious about blue eyes too. He let them, picking the littlest one up so he could see them better.

For being such an angel, Neil got treated to delicious snacks. Chilli powder covered peanuts, bites of crunchy buñuelos and a small cup of creamy apple salad to not starve while awaiting for the main dinner. The prospect of having this every Christmas of his life from that point forward only reinforced Neil’s determination to wife you up one day. 

Once everyone had their time getting to know, admire, and tease your boyfriend, you pulled him away from your aunts and cousins to introduce him to the most important and special people in your life. You were nervous about how they would treat and like Neil. You knew your grandparents well; they were like second parents to you. This made you anxious about knowing their opinion of him.

You approached them in a little corner, somewhat isolated from all the noise and chatter. Neil quickly sensed that you were nervous, so he said he would go to the car to grab something. He had the excellent idea to bring little gifts for each of your relatives, one more significant than the other, since he didn’t know them very well yet but immediately knew what to give your grandparents—some DVDs of the most beloved and famous Pedro Infante movies, which your grandparents adore.

He returned with a small Christmas gift bag, and you assumed it had the classic 50s golden-era films. This seemed to calm you down since it was a perfect way for him to approach your grandparents. Holding Neil’s hand, you led him to sit next to them in that quiet corner. You let go of his hand to greet them with a kiss and a hug—how much you had missed them. Neil watched the heartwarming scene, feeling a bit awkward, unsure of what to do.

After asking them how they had been, you grabbed Neil’s hand and introduced him in Spanish. 

“Abuelitos, él es Neil, mi novio”. (‘Grandparents, this is Neil, my boyfriend.’) You said with a little embarrassment in your tone. Bringing Neil close, he tried to introduce himself in spanish. 

“Hola, m-mucho gusto, soy Neil”. (‘Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Neil.’) Your grandparents laughed a little seeing how nervous Neil was. 

They introduced themselves in Spanish, saying it was a pleasure to finally meet the man that everyone is talking about, while Neil, making a big effort to comprehend, just nodded with a big blush on his cheeks. You found it endearing how nervous he looked, with his cheeks turning red and the way he was trying so hard to understand.

Neil, taking the initiative, moved closer to your grandparents. With great effort and good memory, he repeated the words you had taught him the night before while you were cuddled in bed. 

"Es un pequeño regalo... p-para ustedes," (‘This is a little gift… F-for you.’) he said, struggling to find the words and with the pronunciation, his face full of both a shy smile and embarrassment. Your grandparents laughed and took the gift. You added that the idea for the gift had been Neil’s.

Your grandparents opened the small bag and found five DVDs of their favorite Pedro Infante movies inside. They were surprised, and your grandfather stood up and hugged Neil. Neil responded, now feeling more relaxed after seeing their positive reaction. Ya lo amaban.

"Muchas gracias, mija, qué bonito detalle de parte de ustedes dos, pero no creas que con esto me va a gustar tu güero, eh!!" (‘Thank you so much, sweetie, what a nice gift from you two. But don’t think that with this I’ll finally like your white guy, eh!’) Your grandfather’s comment made you laugh, while your grandmother rolled her eyes and told you not to listen to him. She hugged both you and Neil.

Neil, confused about what was happening, asked you what they had said. Feeling a little guilty for forgetting that he didn’t understand, you explained, and he just smiled. The four of you spent more time sitting together, catching up with your grandparents, and sharing a bit about how you and Neil met and how obsessed he had become with the old Mexican 50s golden cinema movies. You felt proud of that.

Neil felt at home. Knowing that the family of his beloved girlfriend already treated him like part of their own made him feel that he could get used to this.

When your grandparents’ attention was required towards different conversations, your little cousins, finding Neil just as likable as a new toy, came up to him to play. The sight of Neil picking them up, giving them piggy back rides and playing with them outside made your guts whine and beg. He was so patient, so fun, all the potential of being a good dad shining through and giving your insides a longing that did not care for time, money and your current life situation. 

“One baby, just one, please” they cried, volume intensifying at the sound of your boyfriend’s laughter and your little cousins’ overjoyment. You shushed your instincts as best as you could, nearly distracted from the general life conversation with an aunt, but ultimately, you failed. Your eyes always found their way to Neil playing with the kids and everything yours ached and yearned. And while you wouldn’t satisfy the nearly cavewoman-y need to have Neil’s babies right now as your own logical thinking got in the way, there were other things you could and would do.

You couldn't resist the urge of your own necessities as a woman, how could one have a straight face and suppose to feel nothing, watching a man both handsome and cute, treating children as his own? One could never! So you excused yourself with one of your aunts giving her a vague excuse of needing to show something to Neil. 

You made your way to the backyard, where Neil was playing with your little cousins. You just couldn't contain yourself anymore. Watching the way the kids adore him, it was driving you mad insane. So you told your little cousins Neil needed to do something really important, they nodded with a pout on their faces.

“¿Me prometes que vas a volver?” (Do you promise you’ll be back?) The littlest one asked him. Somehow Neil understood that and just nodded, saying “yes, I promise”. You grabbed him by the hand and gave him a mischievous look, guiding him to the upstairs bathroom, you were too clever to do all the depraved things in the downstairs guest bathroom.

Neil, oh, Neil, always a good boy, following you around without any doubt, doing whatever you want when you want it. Doing all the things he could possibly do to make and see you happy. Little does he know what was about to happen.

Once you made sure nobody followed and watched you enter the same bathroom with Neil. You furiously grabbed him by his ugly sweater and pushed him onto you with a passionate kiss. Neil couldn't contain the little whimper that escaped from his soft lips. The savageness with which you pulled him, already making him hard. He struggled to keep up with your needy pace, between kisses he managed to say something. 

“B-baby!,” another kiss. “Baby! W-we, we need to stop!” He opened his mouth, already full of desire, to catch a breath once you pulled apart from his now swollen lips to just look at him intensely into his eyes. This made him flinch. “Uhmm, I- your, I mean—y-your family will suspect where we are!” 

He was all red and flustered, struggling to find the words and maintain eye contact with you. Finding his stuttering a turn on, and the way his mouth heavy opened in search of air. You pulled his ugly sweater off the way and made your way to kiss his neck. You knew how your teasing little kisses excited him a little too much. 

You started by the crook of his neck. Alternating between going to his weak spot—the back of his neck, and going down. Provoking anytype of whimper and whine from him. Leaving a mark right beside his neck mole. How cruel of you. You were enjoying this a little too much. By the time passing, Neil was growing needy. He grabbed you by your hip and pushed you against the wall turning you around, he returned the teasing kisses to your neck. Trying to take off your matching ugly sweater, but you didn't let him. Instead you pushed him, again, into the sink counter. 

Taking his ugly sweater off, your hands making its way to caress and to leave a way of goosebumps throughout his chest. You focused a little too much on his sensitive nipples. You looked straight into his eyes and without hesitation you leaned and suckled one of his nipples. Neil felt like he was about to cum in his pants. You have never tried something like this before, but he sure liked it. He almost moaned by the sensation of your soft lips licking and teasing one of his nipples, he tried to hold back anytype of sound emitting from his lips. You pulled apart and whispered something into his ear. 

“Oh, amor, you have no idea what you did to me out there”. Neil felt like he would explode right there and then.

“Sweetie, I-I have no idea of what you're talking about”. You just giggled. 

One of your hands going down to touch his clothed crotch. This took Neil by surprise, he held back his whimper.

 “Oh!, sweetie, you better stop or someone will come for us”. You didn't respond, to focus on rubbing your hand against his hard clothed cock. Starting to unbuckle the belt, you fell onto your knees. Looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. 

“Hmmm, baby-y, come on, we can't, your famil-” you didn't let him finish his sentence, because you pulled out his cock and give the tip little love kisses. Tasting the sweet flavour of his precum. 

“Ohh, fuck, sweetie, that feels so good”. That gave you more motivation to continue and to lick and suck his thick and large cock like the most delicious mango with chamoy and miguelito ice cream. Neil made a fist with your hair and guided your head up and down at his own pace. 

“Hmm, baby. Come on sweet thing, don't stop.”

You were a mess, drooling down your own spit and sweating a little for the effort. You pulled out for breath, Neil whined and made you go back to aggressively suck his cock. You weren't planning on letting him cum. You  felt Neil twitch inside your warm mouth, that indicated you to pull apart. 

“Mmph! Oh! Sugar. I-I’m about to come. Please! Please don't stop!” He pouted, his mouth into an agape waiting for his silent release. And then you suddenly pulled apart. This seems to make Neil groan. Looking down at you with needy eyes.

“Baby! W-why did you stop?!”. With the same innocent doe eyed gaze and teasing look in your eyes. You stand up, cleaning all the drool you had left on your mouth. Neil was too confused and desperate. 

“What? I thought that was what you wanted after all, precioso.” You didn't even give him a chance to fight back, because you opened the door and walked away. Leaving him all needy, bothered and unsatisfied. You can't deny it though, you are dripping wet and your panties are soaked. You didn't focus on your pleasure, sure there will be more time for that…

You weren't aware of how long you had been over there just teasing and overstimulating your sweet needy boyfriend, when you came downstairs, you noticed how busy all your family was, putting everything into place, accommodating the expensive crockery and silverware on the table and getting everything ready to eat. You felt relieved for a moment, nobody noticed the large amount of time you two were gone.

Poor Neil and his hard cock had to stay extra time in the bathroom, little whimpers muffled by his lip bite as you nonchalantly helped your grandmother to set the table down for dinner. You smiled to yourself, bottles of apple cider and glass cups clinking against the table. Nearly a buffet of several dishes made by your mom, your grandma, your aunts and even your cousins presented in different styles of containers for everyone to choose from. 

“Neil! Amor!. Time for dinner!” You called out for him so innocently yet chuckling pure mischief out of your system. Reluctantly and tucked as best as he could under his pants and ugly matching sweater, Neil emerged from the bathroom. One of his hands rubbed the side of your arm with a clear cute complaint. You smiled and pretended to not understand, taking him to the table to now add “culinary expert guide” to your set of skills. 

One by one, you explained what the dishes were, some more familiar to him than others: turkey with stuffing, baked pork leg bathed in sauce, tamales, mixiotes, mashed potatoes, cabbage salad and creamy spaghetti, along with a variety of homemade salsas. 

Your guidance was meant to be a saving grace for his white guy palate. Whatever was too spicy for him was going to be a no, but Neil didn't want to look ungrateful. That was the story of the first time he experienced "enchilarse": getting overwhelmed by the spiciness and feeling like his tongue burnt.

“¿Qué le pasa al güero?” (‘What’s up with the white guy?’) An uncle asked with just the slightest bit of concern but mostly just amusement, swirling a styrofoam cup of hot fruit punch in his hand.

“Se enchiló.” (‘He got overwhelmed by the spiciness’), you explained just as calmly, with Neil trying his best to act brave and downing his second glass of ice cold coke. 

Your uncle laughed and went his way, leaving you two alone for less than a minute. Neil had not yet recovered from the fire on his tongue when one of your aunts called you both over, a colorful star piñata on her arms and a pack of cousins urging you on.

“So… When it’s your turn, what you’re gonna do is grab that broomstick and hit the piñata with all your pent up rage, baby. Easy!” You explained, guiding Neil by the hand. Your tallest uncle worked the pulley system out in the yard, crepe paper of all the color spectrum dangling and flicking over.

“Don’t you have to be blindfolded for this?” Neil asked, his source, as usual, being the movies.

“Ehh…. Some people do it but, honestly, knowing my cousins… It’s not a good idea…” You grimaced, visions of flying broomsticks and accidental hits filling your head before you shook them all off. 

“Anyways! We sing this song every time somebody comes to hit it. Just… Clap your hands for now…” You smiled, granting him some mercy. Your poor gringo barely knew a few words in Spanish, how would you ask him to sing a whole song? 

“Yeah, babe. Don’t worry. In no time I’ll even be singing rancheras.” Neil smirked, that sweet lovely smirk of his that made your knees weak. You chuckled, where did he learn that from? Probably from one of the many golden era Mexican movies he had watched ever since he first met you. You leaned closer, placing a loving peck on his rosy lips. He hummed in delight, adoration coursing through the veins of his hands that cupped your beautiful face. Suddenly, an auntie patted you on the back.

“¡Déjense ahí, que ya van a partir la piñata!” (‘Knock it off, they’re gonna break the piñata!’) Your aunt exclaimed, your youngest cousin holding a paper decorated broomstick with the help of his mom. Settling with Neil by the sidelines, the whole “dale, dale, dale, no pierdas el tino” chant started, with your boyfriend so graciously marking the beats. 

Organized by age, your younger relatives took turns hitting the piñata, some just grazing it, some knocking whole sections off its structure and making them hit the ground. During your turn, Neil cheered as if you were running an olympic marathon. Sweet on his behalf, although the damage done to the piñata was rather minimal for its dying state. It needed a mercy blow from a guy with strong arms… and pretty blue eyes.

Your family cheered for “el güero”, Neil took the broomstick with charming awkwardness and gave it a tentative blow before hitting the cardboard with a loud thud. 

“Yeah, baby!” You cheered in between chants, Neil’s softball experience shining through with his final blow. Candies of all kinds, pieces of paper and cardboard flew all over the yard in a longed-for rain. Everybody, even your family members who didn’t even take a turn to hit the piñata, rushed to pick something off the floor. Neil’s big hands cradled fistfuls of bubblegum, lollipops, and chocolates that would go straight to one of the cones from the piñata that you rescued from the ground to use as a makeshift goodie bag. 

When everybody’s hunt for candy ended and after a second piñata was brought over the pulley system, Neil found his new title as the piñata finisher of your family from that point forward. A new good amount of candy filled your colorful cone. Neil, being a gentleman, gave you everything he picked up. 

After everyone had fun with the piñata and your younger cousins were fighting over who got the most candy, it was time for the most special and intimate moment as a family: opening the gifts! You had a tradition—after dinner and breaking the piñata, it was usually around 1 or 2 in the morning. That meant it was no longer Christmas Eve but officially Christmas. Time for the presents.

Of course, the youngest ones in the family didn’t waste any time. They rushed to the Christmas tree, eagerly searching for gifts with their names on them. Once they found them, your uncles and aunts took pictures of the huge smiles on their faces when they saw they had received what they wanted.

Then it was time for the adults! The tradition was to start with the youngest and work up to the oldest. A few of your younger cousins went first, their faces lighting up with big smiles as they unwrapped the thoughtful gifts they’d been given. Then it was your turn—and Neil’s.

Neil had the idea to start by giving out the gifts you had brought from the U.S. Naturally, everyone was curious and excited to see what you had brought. Neil, frustrated by his inability to communicate in Spanish, left the talking to you. He stood firmly by your side, holding your hand tightly, as if he thought you might run away.

"Familia, Neil y yo pensamos en cada uno de ustedes y trajimos regalos para todos, espero que les gusten!" (Family, Neil and I thought about each one of you and brought you gifts for everybody, I hope you like them!) You said, a huge smile on your face. Neil was captivated watching how happy you were being with your family. It made him want to be part of it forever.

Neil started handing out the gift bags and boxes to your family. Occasionally, he mixed up the names, but you were always there by his side to help him. When everyone began unwrapping their gifts one by one, the room was filled with laughter and exclamations: "Se la rifaron, prima," "Gracias, güero y prima!" "¿Cómo lo supieron?" "¡Está chidísimo, gracias, mija!" along with the sound of wrapping paper being torn open.

Watching your family so happy and united again made you wish you hadn’t been away for so long. Neil sat beside you, watching your relatives’ joyful reactions. As usual, he didn’t understand a word, but seeing you smile and your family so content was more than enough for him. Neil truly felt like part of your family.

After the excitement of the gifts brought from the U.S., it was the adults’ turn to open their presents. You couldn’t have been happier in those moments—your wonderful boyfriend was right there with you, and your family was having such a great time! And now, it seemed like your entire family adored him.

You felt overwhelmingly grateful and happy for this beautiful Christmas gift—true joy.

After everyone had shown off their gifts and shared their happiness at what they received for Christmas, it was time to dance. Of course, as good Mexicans, everyone hit the floor to dance to the rhythm of classic cumbias from Los Ángeles Azules or La Sonora Dinamita. Watching everyone dance made you want to pull Neil onto the dance floor.

He, reading your thoughts, stood up and reached for your hand. God, you truly loved the courage he showed at times like this.

"Baby, are you sure you know how to dance this?" you teased him.

"Of course, mi amor. At least I can try! Besides, I can’t be the only one not dancing with his beautiful girlfriend here!" The way he called you mi amor made butterflies flutter in your stomach like you were a 16-year-old girl again. You nodded and giggled.

You led the dance, and surprisingly, Neil matched your steps and the rhythm of the music effortlessly. It was almost as if he had been practicing—had he? You couldn’t help but wonder. Lately, he had improved so much, and it caught you off guard.

You were even more surprised when he danced to banda, salsa, merengue, and even the traditional songs at every Mexican party, like El Payaso del Rodeo. He didn’t stop there; he joined in on the most popular reggaeton hits, hyping up the party even more. You had no idea how Neil managed to keep up with so much dancing, singing, and chaos. It was clear he loved Mexican parties—and you loved him even more for it.

Later, the karaoke session began. When the most emotional songs started playing, your cousins and aunts grabbed the microphones to sing their hearts out. The songs ranged from salsa to Tex-Mex, banda, and even reggaeton.

By 5 a.m., the youngest kids were fast asleep on two chairs pushed together, wrapped in a blanket. Your cousins, however, were more alive than ever, while the adults were starting to give in to exhaustion.

Everyone finally agreed it was time to sleep. Exhausted, sweaty, and worn out from all the dancing and singing, they were eager to rest. The next day would be just as special—reheating Christmas dinner and spending more time with the family.

The bed distribution of the house was simple, you’d stay in your bedroom with Neil because, in all honesty, your parents were not naive and you two were adults. Neil sighed all the activities of the night away, throwing himself on your bed and bouncing over the cushions. You chuckled, throwing yourself by his side too.

“Did you have fun, love?” You asked with comforting enthusiasm, your arm coming to rest on his chest.

“It was nearly the best Christmas of my life, baby.” Neil whispered, his head turning to gaze into your eyes.

“Nearly??” You rose, an eyebrow curved and a play-pretend offence plastered all over your face.

“Yeah.” He just said, a chuckle hidden in the curve of his lips.

“But why, love?” You whined, leaning over him face to face.

“Because… my girl here decided to tease me and leave me all alone to jerk off in my in-laws’ bathroom like a horny highschooler…” He murmured, cupping your face lovingly but firmly.

“... Can I make it up to you?....” You tested every word out like they were brand new, the neglected dampness of your pussy coming back with fury. To make the statement clear, you took hold of your ugly sweater and tossed it aside, your lacy bra looking right at him. Neil’s expression softened, his mouth went dry. Once again, he was dumbfounded by you. 

“Oh, baby… But won’t they he-” Right away, you devoured the rest of the sentence off his mouth. Sweet traces of candy and cider mixing in both tongues, yours was needy, painfully slow. 

“We’ll be quiet…” You murmured against his plump rosy lips, not resisting the temptation of kissing them again. Tentatively, he rose, the kiss intact. He palmed the back of his jeans in search of something, you sat on your knees and took hold of what he presented to you: his opened wallet, a golden wrapper shining with the filtered moonlight from the curtains.

“As quiet as we can…” You corrected with a grin, the sound of the wrapper stupidly loud in the silent night. Neil hurried up, jeans and boxers down, his cock hard again and seeking you after everything you teased him with. 

Swiftly and well used to this, your hand took the condom and slid it down his aching dick. Neil´s lip stung with the sharp bite of his canine, his hands magnetically attracted to the clasp of your bra. He fumbled, you giggled, easing him with a kiss, anxiety at being heard, the possibility of your parents’ judgement and the pent up desire he felt for you manifesting in the nerve endings of his hands. Finally, he managed, pretty lace tossed into an unknown spot. Your pretty tits did not even have a second to feel the bedroom air when Neil’s hungry mouth stuck to one nipple.

“Neil…” A soft, breathy whisper that would not make it past the bricks, spackle and coats of paint that surrounded you. For Neil’s ears only. His crooked bottom tooth grazed the sensitive flesh, a soft suck to his defined shoulder silencing the louder reaction it got from you.

He sucked fervently, having to open his mouth to let your nipple go without a loud pop. Right away, he searched for the other one, sending shivers down your spine and into your soaked pussy. On instinct, you shifted, the denim around you burning your skin from just how aware you were of its uselessness. Neil resented your absence as you stood up to undress but quickly, the feeling of the rest of his clothes weighed heavy. Soon you were back on top, both fully naked and your dripping pussy looming over the tip of his dick.

“Baby…” He started, your lips shushing him off right away and capturing his low groan when you took hold of his hard latex clad cock.

After a few pumps, you pressed the tip to your wet entrance and sank ever so slowly. Neil fought everything in him to keep it quiet. Your tightness, your warmth, your sweet body… He was done for.

Slowly and quietly, you took him for a ride, his hands grabbed you hips tightly, holding onto you for support. In your thoughts, as you started to pick up the pace and you pussy took him in deeper, you thanked whoever manufactured both your bed and your mattress for unknowingly making them so quiet. You relaxed after a roll of your hips tested just how loud this bed could get, not much, as long as you didn’t fuck him like you wanted him to die on the spot.

Neil swallowed thickly, the veins of his cock pumping madly. He throbbed inside you, you clenched around him and then steadied the pace, gentle enough to not make the bed creak loudly, fast enough to make your tits bounce.

His hands cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples with the same speed you rolled your hips at. He tested a move, bucking his hips and sending his cock deeper in your tight cunt. It was now your turn to muffle out a moan.

It was pathetic to Neil, but after what you did in the bathroom, he was not in conditions to last long, pressure already building up in his balls the more you bounced on him and throbbed around his cock. 

Sneaking out, a moan from him made your quick hands cover his mouth before the rest could resonate within your room. Neil’s baby blue eyes squinted in an apology, you kept riding, accepting it.

Your hips kept rolling, your pussy kept squeezing him so stickily, Neil gripped your hips in need and over all, desperation. His hips kept bucking with some minimal wooden creaking from your bed. He felt everything around his thick cock sizzle and, before he could warn you with a sound muffled by the palm of your hand, a hot spurt of cum filled the condom.

He shut his eyes, his lips pressing against your palm and almost burning his print on it from just how hard he did it. His hips bucked, you bounced on him more, your greedy pussy forgetting for a moment about the condom and eagerly milking him dry. His nails left crescent moons on your hips.

Your cunt nested him for a while, his hot breath tickling the skin of your hand. It was then when, in the serenity of his post-orgasmic bliss and your still not satisfied but content state, Neil caught you by surprise. With a hidden supply of stamina, Neil flipped you over, the bed gently grunting beneath you.

“I should leave you like this…” He groaned into your neck, placing a kiss on the skin there before lifting himself off. A well deserved revenge from the bathroom incident. You whined, your pussy fluttering and begging for more, so close yet so far from an orgasm that he could easily deny you like you denied him. 

And he would, if he had an ounce of cockiness or mischief or the stupidity that would allow a man to have such a beautiful girl like you and just decide not fully please her. But he wasn’t like that. Your sweet, adoring, whipped Neil couldn’t even house the thought in his head for more than a few seconds.

So, he killed you with kindness, giving you a loving kiss and snaking his hand towards your long ignored clit. You moaned, Neil kissed you deeper. The perfect ebbing electricity of his touch made your body tremble. 

“Neil…” You whimpered into his mouth, his guitar scars adding a rougher edge to your sensitive flesh. Neil circled your clit faster, your own slick easing this. Your sweet pussy clenched around nothing right before a finger fixed that problem.

His touch was so certain, so good. Neil did not stop once, he didn't leave you hanging. His finger pumping your tight warm pussy, his thumb circling your clit until your toes curled over the duvet and your cunt fluttered on its own. A second finger came into the scene to stretch you open the curl inside you. You whimpered as quietly as you could, and before you knew it, you had to bite onto his shoulder to muffle out your cry of pleasure.

Neil helped you through your orgasm and guided you along so lovingly, so patiently, even with the sting on his flesh. At the end, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean with a gentle groan, nuzzling against you in a loving embrace, confirming what you already knew: this was the best Christmas of your life.

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[soullessdianthus]

pls could you make a dating headcannon for Rudy? need to feed my delulu thoughts about him!!!

A/N: I love being delulu for Rudy. Especially because I feel so fckn bad lately.

Warnings: both sfw & nsfw

SFW

✧°. Rudy would be the most attentive and loving boyfriend you could ever imagine. Some of his colleagues would acrimoniously call him “too soft”, but they were just simple jerks who wouldn’t treat their woman properly.

✧°. He’s different from most men, Rodolfo is not afraid to show his “less masculine” side, expressing his emotions openly to his lover. If there would be any issue or disagreement between the two of you, he would rather talk it through then proceed with “quiet treatment”, ignoring the real problem. 

✧°. Rudy is a great listener and his patience for you is infinite. He would never raise his voice at you in an angry way, like in an argument. Only when he gets worried about your emotions or health – then he would get adamant and help you out.

✧°. You are sick, a fever making you shiver and sweat? Your boyfriend is rushing towards you with a medicine box full of pills and a cup of warm tea with honey. He isn’t afraid to get infected, so he would pull you close to him while you try to take a nap in his arms – for your health of course.

✧°. He is the type of man that would bring you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every couple of days just to see your face glowing with joy. 

✧°. Rudy is a great cook and specializes in traditional Mexican cuisine, thanks to his mother. He would be more than happy to teach you some of his family recipes in exchange for you sharing yours. 

✧°. He loves your desserts – cakes, cheesecakes, cookies, anything containing sugar that you baked is his favorite treat through the day. Since the two of you started dating, Rodolfo might have gained some weight, but he swears to Alejandro that it is your fault! :((

✧°. Rudy is a kind of lover that won’t point out any of your insecurities or changes in your body that you might find “ugly”. He loves you, that’s what matters, right? 

✧°. However, if it was you who pointed them out, he would take an extra time before bed to pepper the mentioned place with gentle kisses, his lips brushing over your tender skin. 

✧°. Therefore, his love language would be words of affirmation. He would often tell you how much he appreciated you cooking, doing anything around the house or for you just being there for him. 

✧°. If it comes to quality time, Rodolfo enjoys playing board games with you – in the living room, on the floor with some snacks on the side. Or reading a book together before bed, your form clinging to his torso under the sheets. 

✧°. Rudy is also a clingy bastard. One of his favorite sleeping positions is to have his head buried into your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. He secretly melts under your touch, when you massage his head after a long, exhausting day. 

✧°. He is also a kind of body worshiper, you know? Do I even have to elaborate on that? 

✧°. Rodolfo’s love is genuine and strong, taking care of his girlfriend better than himself. He feels responsible for your protection due to his work. If anybody would ever hurt you, he would go fucking feral. 

✧°. But coming back to some more comfort with Rudy – he would gladly pull you into his chest during the night, when the storm was so loud that it woke you up, his girlfriend petrified with sudden noises. 

✧°. “Es sólo una tormenta, cariño”, he would mumble through sleepy haze.

✧°. I can picture sweet dates with him, where he would take you on a picnic somewhere secluded, his hand rubbing your arms and thighs – especially trying to sneak under the hem of your skirt. 

✧°. Or that he randomly took you to swim in the river on a Sunday afternoon. It was so steamingly hot in Las Almas that day, he had to chill somehow and the crystal clear water was so tempting. 

✧°. And it was just another excuse to see you standing in the sunshine soaking wet, your underwear and bra drenched in water, clinging tightly to your body. 

✧°. During the day, you would catch him staring at you countless times. But what is Rudy’s fault, that he loved his precious girlfriend so much? 

NSFW

✧°. In the bedroom Rudy is mainly focused on service. Seeing your body flinching, spine arching just because of his touch (his fingers to be specific), makes him proud and a wide smirk twists his face.

✧°. For sure he makes the foreplay last long enough – caressing your body, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs or breasts while sloppily making out. Rodolfo would try to suffocate you with his lips sealed over yours just to hear you little whimpers of struggle.

✧°. He is focused on seeing your face, therefore positions such as missionary, lotus or mating press are his first choice, always. I wouldn’t say he is strict on keeping eye contact all the time, but he adores staring at your glossy eyes, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners. 

✧°. He won’t say it outloud, but please – ride him, on the couch, on the bed or in his car. Doesn’t matter where. Rudy will melt and moan, while sucking one of your nipples. 

✧°. Rudy sometimes uses extra protection, even if you are on the pill. If you’re not, it’s a must for him most of the time to wear a condom. Rudy is not taking the risk, even though he really craves for a family of his own one day. It’s just not the right moment to start trying. Shit, you hadn’t even talked about it with him yet. 

✧°. During sex he is very caring and attentive. Rodolfo takes pleasure from all the noises the two of you make – your whines and moans, especially the cries when you’re cumming all around his length. 

✧°. In the aftercare the most important thing for him is to be close to you. To have your limp, sweaty body pressed tightly against his own, making you feel secure, protected and loved. Oh, how he loves you. <3

[xcherryerim]

Mexican Mike Headcanons

tw: light Death mentions (of his mom and garret) / smut headcanons at the end (gn!reader)

— Mike is a quarter Mexicans from his dad side

— Probably biased asf but he’s norteño

— Mike’s dad is a truck driver. When his dad needed to drive to Mexico Mr. Schmidt made sure to comeback home with Mike’s and Garret’s favorite candies.

— His favorite candies are Bocadin, Duvalin and Chokis.

— The only reason Mike kept getting hired after his awful track record is because he can somewhat speak spanish.

— After Mike lost his family (except for Abby) he didn’t really practice any more traditions like he used to do but, after moving to his now current place (which is mainly for lower class and immigrant families. This is canon in the book btw)

His neighbor which happens to be a 42 year old single mom, decided to help him in subtle ways like cooking meals from time to time for him and Abby. She even invites them to some family gatherings (carne asadas, birthday parties etc) as well.

— The lady always tries to set Mike up with her oldest daughter tho

— Every time winter approaches Mike eats tamales and arroz con leche excessively.

— Mike snacks in peanuts which is SO SPECIFIC but mexican dads always snack on cacahuates. (He’s entering his dilf era)

— After reconnecting with his roots a bit because of his neighbor, he tries to practice more traditions specially Día de los muertos (day of the death). He’s not really a religious person, but he always prays for his mom and garret to be at peace wherever they are.

— If you think Mike speaks quietly, wait for him to speak in spanish. His voice is softer too but that’s only because he gets self conscious when he’s talking to people that only / mainly speaks spanish.

— Mike dosent really mix english and spanish when he speaks unless he’s angry.

— He dosent really curse but when he does is in Spanish. He calls himself “pendejo” (dumbass) a lot.

Headcanons with his partner (+18)🫶🏻

— Mike says he has two left feet but, just give him a bit of alcohol and a slow song and he’ll dance good.

Just imagine dancing to bachata while Mike wears a dumb yet charming drunk smirk as he whispers into your ear the lyrics.

“¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?Que se empañen los vidrios y la regla es que goces. / What do you say if I seduce you in my car? fog up the windows and the rule is for you to enjoy.”

— Mike wouldn’t really use spanish pet names unless he’s trying to get something out of you. “Cariño” and “Amor” are his main ones (and that mf says them slowly to tease the fuck out of you.)

— One time while you two where fucking, he leaned, bitting and sucking on your neck as he praised the fuck out of you in spanish and you swore when he used his raspy voice mixed with his light accent, that was already enough to make you climax.

— After he realized this, however, he tried to only speak to you in spanish for a week to purposely turn you on.

— This man, is a gift giver. He would literally give you a ramo buchón with a big ass bear for no reason.

— Mike mainly calls you his spouse / wife / husband sometimes he also says it in spanish as well. “Mi cónyuge / esposa / esposo”

(But don’t do it to him or he’ll actually plan out the whole wedding in one sitting)

a few of his favorite music in spanish:

[crystalofmoon19]

Día de los Muertos (Day of Death) - Striker x Mexican Catrina Reader! 🌼🌹💀

POV: You invited your boyfriend, Striker, to the Día de Muertos celebration with your family. Striker doesn't know much about the holiday, luckily you were there to help him.

"So you're saying you don't celebrate Halloween, darlin'?"

"No, mi amor, I celebrate "El Día de Muertos" with my family."

"The what?"

"The Day of the Dead, as they usually call them on this side of Wrath."

"Oh yeah, The Day of Death, I've heard of that. Is it the day where they dress up like skeletons?"

"Those are called the catrinas and the catrines, mi amor."

Striker looked at you a little confused, to which you just laughed, you had invited your boyfriend to celebrate the "Day of the Dead" with your family. Your grandma was preparing the food together with your aunts and your mom, your dad was preparing the altar with your uncle, your younger siblings were playing while painting their faces like skulls and you and your siblings close to your age were decorating your home. Around him, more people came to see the wonderful altar that you and your family had made together.

Striker, although he had accepted your invitation to spend the night with you and your family, he was still confused about the holiday, he knew of its existence but did not understand the great background behind it.

Luckily you were there to help him.

"What do you want to know about "El Día de los Muertos", mi amor?" .- You said caressing Striker's cheek, which made him rattle his tail like a rattlesnake and laugh a little, you knew how to make your boyfriend happy when he was disconcerted.

"Well, sugarcube, I'd like to know what exactly you're celebrating? And why are you celebrating death?"

"You know what? I think I'd better show you! Come on, Striker! Do you want to see my family altars?" .- You took your boyfriend's hand and your eyes lit up like stars.

"I'd love to, darlin'. Besides, I can't say 'no' to your pretty face."

"Okay let's go!"

You led Striker running out of your house and took him to where your father and uncle were, they greeted you and your boyfriend, you told them that you were going to show Striker your family altar. To which your dad, a little distrustful of Striker, admitted that he doubted your idea, but in the end you convinced him to give in so your dad and your uncle left for a moment; although your father gave Striker a questioning look and made him adjust his hat a little nervously but you comforted him by taking his hand.

"Look, Striker, this is the tradition of the Día de los Muertos, the altar; here we place a photo of our relatives who have passed away and on this day it feels like they come to visit us. Because as long as we remember them, they will continue to live on our hearts!" .- You put your hand to your heart while you continued explaining.

"In addition to the photos, we place candles to light the way of their arrival, we put the cempasúchil flower..."

"The flower of what...?" .- Striker interrupted you, confused about the Spanish name of the flower, to which you just laughed.

"It's the marigold flower, Striker!"

"Oh, good. Go on, darlin'."

"The name of this flower means "twenty flowers" or "several flowers." Its yellow color made our ancestors associate it with the sun. That is why they always placed them in their offerings!" .- You explained, putting a cempasúchil flower in your hair and smiled. Now Striker had no doubt that you were a radiant sunshine in his eyes.

"We also place typical food of the festival such as bread of the dead, tamales, hot chocolate, candy skulls and the favorite food of the beloved one who has the altar. For example, my grandpa loved my grandma's enchiladas, that's why they're here! So you better not try to eat anything!" .- When you looked towards Striker, he was already about to take one of the snacks from the offering. His snake-like appetite may have gotten the better of him but you weren't going to allow him to eat anything.

"Striker!" .- Your hand slapped Striker's hand who was about to steal a candy skull.

"What? We can't waste food!"

"It's not wasted food if it's for those who come to visit us! Plus if you're hungry we can go eat, I'm sure my grandma already has the food ready."

And said and done, your grandma called everyone to eat, with this you indicated Striker to follow you to the dining room of your house. So when they entered, the table was full of delicious food, which included pozole (a broth seasoned with vegetables such as corn, chili and meat), mole (a sauce that is a combination of several types of sauces seasoned with chili peppers and spices), and tamales (food made from corn, filled with various ingredients, cooked in a package of vegetable leaves).

"Hey darlin'?"

"Si, mi amor?"

"Are you sure your family isn't from Gluttony, instead of Wrath?"

"Why do you ask, mi vida?"

"Because I see that you and your family eat a lot, and you have also served me a lot of food." .- Striker said, satisfied with his food but that he still had not been able to finish his plate. To which you just laughed.

"And wait until you eat the bread of the dead with the atole, mi amor."

"IS THERE STILL MORE?"

"Ay mijo, you are so thin, you should eat more!" .- This time your grandma spoke, serving Striker more pozole, which made him throw his head back, although she thanked your grandma for this. You just laughed softly.

"If you're not from Gluttony, then you must have like three stomachs, right?"

"Yeah, something like that." .- You said enjoying your food while your family also ate theirs. Although Striker still couldn't stop looking at the huge appetite your family had, he had seen many Wrath imps be hungry, but you and your family were on another level.

However, Striker did not mind this trait of you or your family, on the contrary he was grateful that your family was very warm to him (perhaps with the exception of your father) since they let him be there as part of one of them, He also felt that this had been one of the best meals he had had in a long time. There were days when he would only eat a can of beans or instant noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and now having an entire feast with you and your family was something that had warmed his heart as well as his stomach.

So Striker took advantage of the fact that no one was looking to hold your hand under the table, which made your cheeks turn pink, and you also held his hand while they ate.

Later, when they finished eating, it was already starting to get dark and you told Striker to take care of your little brothers while you waited in the living room. Clearly the rattlesnake demon was quick to protest.

"Hey, I'm not gonna-!"

"Do it!" .- You gave Striker an angry look and how he already knew that if he didn't obey you it would end up with him sleeping on the couch for a week or more.

"Fine." .- The rattlesnake demon said resignedly as he watched you climb the stairs of your house in the company of your sisters.

"Just wait until I finish getting ready. I won't be long!" .- You told Striker until you went up to the second floor of your house. But Striker knew that when you said that, it was actually going to take a long time, so he just resigned himself to taking care of your little brothers while he waited.

Which wasn't an easy task, Striker wasn't one to take care of children, but your little brothers were getting on his nerves. Since they started running around the room and even though the cowboy scolded them not to do it, they did it anyway and one of them stole his hat.

"Give that, you little one!" .- Striker said annoyed while only your little brother made fun of him by sticking out his tongue and putting on his hat even though it was too big for him.

The only one who didn't seem to cause Striker any problems was your little sister, who was the youngest of the family, barely being about two years old, as soon as she had found Striker's leg she clung to his. For a second Striker calmed down a little for the baby, he even carried her to his chest, everything was fine until the baby started crying.

Striker complained loudly, he swore that he would be careful not to have as many children with you, at least in the amount that your parents had. He really felt that time flew by when he was taking care of your little siblings, although he was able to retrieve the hat from him he still wasn't enjoying this and when he was close to catching one of them that's when he saw you coming down the stairs. stairs.

You were dressed as a catrina, where you had made up your face as if it were a skull, you combed your black hair in a braid and you were wearing a red dress with an opening on your right leg that was decorated with yellow flowers very similar to the cempasúchil flower that decorated your entire outfit. You were also wearing red shoes along with a red hat that matched your dress and was decorated with flowers and pink feathers.

Striker when he saw you, his tail stood on end and his eyes widened when he saw how beautiful you were, you had practically left him speechless by your beauty.

"Y/N! You look so pretty!" .- One of your little brothers said when he saw you.

"Gracias." .- You thanked your little brother as you went down the stairs and headed towards where Striker was.

"How do I look, mi amor?"

"You look like a real angel in hell, darlin'." .- As soon as you approached him, Striker had taken your hand to kiss it, to which you laughed.

"Gracias, mi amor." .- You smiled at your boyfriend, who now approached to kiss you, but you stopped him with your hands while you laughed.

"Eww!" .- Your little brothers said in chorus for the show of affection.

"Not in front of my little siblings, Striker!"

"Why not? They are not your dad."

Without warning your dad appeared and stared at you and your boyfriend, this made Striker eat his own words and with that he distanced himself from you. You reassured your father that everything was fine and with a lot of effort on your part, you managed to get your father to leave you alone, with this done you had fun with Striker for the rest of the night.

There was a moment when you returned to your grandpa's altar, there you noticed that Striker behaved differently than usual, so you asked him what was happening. To which he in response tipped his hat to you.

"Is something wrong, mi amor?"

"I... I'm very grateful to you and your family for showing me the "Día de Muertos" holiday, did I say that right?" .- He asked you, seeking your approval in the pronunciation of his Spanish.

"Yes, that's fine."

"Well, I also enjoyed how well your family treated me, the delicious food I ate, and seeing you more beautiful than ever." .- He said caressing your cheek to which you smiled and took the hand he was caressing you with.

"Oh, mi amor, I'm glad to know that you liked the celebration."

"And I want to show you somethin' too, darlin'." .- He removed his hand from your face to take out a somewhat neglected photo from his jacket pocket and showed it to you.

At first you couldn't tell who it was, it didn't look like anyone you'd ever met, until when you looked closer at the photo you noticed that it was a snake demon. She was a young woman, with a green scale and snake fangs but she had white hair, when she saw her eyes that were an intense yellowish green you immediately knew how much the woman looked like Striker.

"Striker, is that your…?"

"Yes, that's my ma'." .- Striker answered you before you finished asking.

You looked closer and compared her to Striker, the resemblance was undeniable, you were sure that if Striker was a full snake demon she would completely resemble his mother.

"Mi amor, I haven't seen your mother before, what happened to her?" .- You tried to sound as soft as possible, but you still couldn't stop Striker from lowering his gaze a little.

"She was murdered by royalty." - Striker said with some resentment in his voice.

"I'm so sorry, mi amor. I had no idea." .- You put one hand to your mouth and another to your heart surprised.

"It's okay, darlin'. I didn't want to tell you about my ma' before either, because I didn't think you were close to those deceased relativies until now." .- This time Striker sounded a little more understanding, leaving his resentment for royalty aside and he did something you hadn't seen him do before; he took off his signature red handkerchief and handed it to you.

"Striker, what are you doing-?"

"This used to be my ma's and she gave it to me when I became independent enough from her." .- Striker explained, adjusting his hat again while he looked at you.

"Listen, darlin'. Before I met you, I used to think that life was something to be taken for granted, and death was the only way to give value to a life. When I was in a near-death situation I would run away fearing for my life; but when I met you, you gave value to my life and taught me the purpose of this holiday, I remembered ma' and the good times I had with her." .- You noticed how your boyfriend's tone of voice had changed and it was the first time that he was vulnerable to you in this way and you were going to support him.

"Your mother is here, Striker. She will continue to live as long as you remember her in your heart, and when you remember her you will always feel the warmth of her, but it is similar to the love you feel when you are with your loved ones." .- You said, putting your hand on Striker's chest and smiling at him with your warmest smile while still holding the photo and his handkerchief in your other hand.

"Can you feel her?"

"I think… I can feel her."

You smiled as you silently handed Striker the photo of his mother and placed his handkerchief around his neck. The rattlesnake was nostalgic. This gesture had not worn his handkerchief like that since he was a child. It reminded him of his mother, you may not have been a snake demon like her but you still had the same love that she gave and you gave it to him as his lover.

Striker moved much closer to you and you gladly accepted it, moving closer until his lips were a few centimeters away.

"Can I-?"

"Yes, you can." .- It was your turn to interrupt your boyfriend so that you could give him a kiss on your lips and he gladly reciprocated while both of you put your tails together and your hats fell to the ground but that didn't matter to you now.

You had a "telenovela kiss" with Striker, like he was taken from a clip of a Hell-a-Novela episode with Gabriella kissing Alejandro. After the party you told Striker that next year you were going to prepare an altar for his mother and he couldn't but agree with that and even told you that he was going to help you do it as long as you told him how to do it. one.

Thanks to you he not only now had a new favorite holiday and now he could always honor the memory of his mother thanks to you.

[ewesless]

Found a Drabble in my Notes App #1

Finished it!

Original Note: Barbatos has been meaner than usual because the dumbasses surrounding him have been dumber assed than usual so time for a fluffy fix fic of everyone getting along!

Summary: Mammon, Leviathan and Barbatos open a food truck together.

Genre: Fluff, Food, Comedy... sort of

No pairings, GN!MC mentioned in a non-romantic way, Levi's fanboy kokoro doki dokis briefly because of Barb.

Levi got the idea from watching a series about a character who braved leaving her soul destroying corporate job to follow her dream of having a food truck.

Mammon helps him out because he is entrepreneurially savvy and can see the Grimm avalanche on the horizon. He provides the truck by cashing in on a favor.

MC is about to leave season finale style, but as an alternative to a sad and withdrawn goodbye they team up to teach them about Tex-Mex cuisine and help them get their food stall up and running.

They serve Street Tacos, Burritos and Tamales, traditional Mexican food, desserts, drinks, imported popular snacks and other deliciousness. Since Human culture and food is always a huge hit the exotic Human World food and Demon Fusion Cuisine is taking the Devildom by storm. (If I recall correctly Mammon got street tacos for he and MC, with grub sauce on his or something?)

Things are going pretty damn good, but then they get in serious trouble for having an illegal food truck (M: Wha?!? That guy lent it to me as a favor! L: Lololol Mammon nobody owes you favors!) and working without a foodhandling license.

Barbatos to the rescue. He had been out shopping and was observing the fiasco so he steps in and has a conversation with the Health Inspector about their options. He presents the bros with a one of a kind opportunity: "If I like your food then I shall acquire the truck and ensure that it is up to code, acquire all necessary permits, kitchen equipment, and ingredients for the two of you to remain in business.

Think "The Bear" meets "Ratatouille" (with no rodents of course) Turns out their stuff is the freaking bomb. Or as Diavolo once said (sic) "bussing". It completely knocked Barbatos's socks off. He is particularly impressed with their ultra flavorful, super slow simmered zebra barbacoa (their idea because they figured Barbatos Barbacoa would be a subliminal positive association for him too) and Mammon's salsa recipe that is made with the peppers used in Hellsauce.

Now that Barbatos has joined their team they become gods among chefs. Celebrities visit, it becomes a must have for travelers, Mephistopheles covers their story extensively and proudly and does an exclusive interview (but edits it equally extensively because Leviathan spent all his time talking about the anime and its manga) Asmo does lots of photos and designs their logo, uniforms, menu and social media page, Beel generously provides the funding for the ingredients so that he can eat without getting chased off)

It's when Diavolo and Lucifer come during a slow night and dine with them that it really drives home how well they've done.

Lucifer compliments them all on the food, acknowledges their hard work and success, how well behaved Levi and especially Mammon have been because they're hyperfocused and motivated. And he's also very proud of them for getting along too. (Both fight to hold back the tears and sniffles.)

Diavolo's glowing praise of Barbatos (as well as the bros) sends Barbatos into a blushing fit because he's being praised in front of everyone present. He can barely keep his pokerface up because he keeps breaking into a smile. (Leviathan goes 💓 because of his blushing face and genuine smile)

They have had an incredibly successful summer with the truck. Now that the season is changing trends change with it and new anime is released. Levi's infatuation ends and he gets into a series about Badminton. Mammon's taken his share already and he's been skimming off theirs. Barbatos had one too many frustrating encounters with Beelzebub sneaking back in line by wearing disguises and claiming he's getting them for his Fangol clubmates or someone else since he has a strict limit of items since it's part of the first come, first serve appeal.

It's officially over. A farewell is celebrated and the truck is closed.

When Season 2 of Levi's food truck show rolls around he reaches out to them about it.

"What do you say about reopening the food truck again? Maybe for a few months a year. Oh, how about a different cuisine each time?"

Though they won't openly admit it, they each realized they'd really missed it. Working together had been satisfying and they discovered that they enjoyed each others conpany and the new respect for one another.

End...?

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.4<< >>Ch.6

Notes: He's only visiting to just check in to make sure you're not doing anything suspicious.

Also plz forgive my horrid Spanish, I failed it in high school (and still fail at it in life), and that good ol' English to Mexican-Spanish translation will be showing. But, I will be happy to have any advice/corrections.

Chapter 5: I'm No Good Without You

Word count: 2.3K

You scrambled around the living room, triple-checking if everything was in proper order. “Snacks, check, records, and record player? Check, check! Decently clean apartment?”

You scoured the place as it was virtually cluttered, yet with a satisfactory, homey sort of approach. “Check! Comfy clothes? Checkity check. I'm ready for tonight!”

Peering at the clock on the TV, it was nearly ten. Seven minutes away, to be exact. A perfect stretch to do another rapid once-over before he arrives. Then a knock screeches you to a full stop.

You twisted your head toward the TV and then over the door. He's ahead of schedule, but you were struck by his punctuality. Dusting your stretchy checkered pants, you skipped over and opened it.

“Oh, you look really nice.” You smiled, bending one knee to the next.

Miguel loomed over, wearing comfy jeans, a tight-fitted red shirt, and a black jacket to pull it together.

“Thank you, and you look lovely too.” Miguel stiffly strolled in and removed his casual dress shoes, propping them on a wooden shoe rack.

“Thanks, but this is more of my chill style, if you catch my drift. But come on, things are about the same as the last time you were here.”

Fiddling with some lint in your pocket, you clumsily shuffled past him and gestured towards the couch.

Taking a spot on the left side, his back refused to recline into the cushions, his face flashing that frigid hold.

You both were strained. Besides concealing behind screens and exchanging messages, being face-to-face was a new notion for you two. Especially with the previous incident involving him unintentionally sleeping over due to fortuitous drug consumption.

Then, in a well-endowed chat that descended into him frantically striding over your place, there certainly wasn't any affable history within reach.

“Did you have trouble finding your way around? Hungry?” Your mind rushed back to that morning. That polar atmosphere slithered its way right into the air, hovering.

“A pretty easy find. I remembered the route. Not specifying that I made a point to recall, the landscapes were familiar to me.” Miguel's strain refused to fade. “And I'm good, thank you.”

“No, no! I understand. My complex can be simple to spot. Especially with those overly deflated balloons they seem to not want to remove.”

You placed a veggie platter, water bottles, and some cut-up mini sandwiches on the coffee table just in case. 

“You noticed how there's some that have more float to them than others? Sometimes the people here like to tie some next to the floppy ones. I'm guilty of it too; I can't lie.” You chuckled, settling on the farther right of him, that middle gap in between. 

“Yeah, I noticed. I was going to ask you about that. Is it a sort of tradition in this community?”

“In a way. It's more of a ‘hey, I should do this because it's spontaneous and silly, and it's not hurting anyone.’ I try to make it a habit to clean up the ones that do find their way to the ground and toss them.”

Miguel gave a quick nod of understanding. Then instantly, that dead silence returned. Miguel's massive uneasiness fixed on his shoulders.

This was a bad idea. He should have declined the invite.

Abandoning his work? This was arbitrarily gut-speak. This moment, his gut somehow clambered through, striking any common sense inhabiting it.

You purse your lips into a thin line. You deduced his body language. It seemed like a good idea to have him over. You spoke pretty well when he allowed his guard to falter, and even your texts sparked volumes of personality. 

Those constraints he has strangled around are vastly keeping him from having a decent time.

“Would you like to look at the albums? They're in pretty tip-top shape after so many years.”

Before he could reply, you hobbled towards the shelf, grabbed them, and made your way back over. Gently sticking them on his lap, you decided to occupy the middle cushion.

Miguel glared at the records for a few seconds, seemingly fretting whether to even handle them.

“Hey, these are for you, remember? Go ahead; I'm sure you'll be careful with them.”

Your eyes met, and a diligent smile crossed your face as you gently patted his shoulder. He was certainly strung out, evident in his overly compressed muscles.

He turned his attention to the music, concealing the shaking anxiety that was battering him internally. Gleaning the Selena album in his unsheathed clawed hands, he flipped it back and forth.

“She has a very beautiful voice. I heard a few of her songs, but I'm willing to delve into more.”

He pulled the sleeve off the record, delicately removing it, his eyes glossing over with memories.

“My mother played her music every Saturday. I remember waking up to the sounds of clattering in the kitchen as she sang along.”

“Did she have a favorite?”

Miguel huffed out a noise that almost sounded like laughter. “Nunca hubo ninguno. All of them were her favorites. Whenever someone asked, she would pull this most offended face, cursing about how dare they make her choose only one.”

You snickered at that before grasping the record, heeding the fragile object. Sprinting over, you inserted it on the turntable, placing the needle on it. 

You refused to allow the silence to triumph between you two.

Selena's voice unrolled effortlessly through every corner of the apartment as you bumbled your way to your respective seat.

“I may have done some peeking into the tracks.”

“Oh?” Miguel finally managed to scoot back on the couch, though he was still a bit on alert.

“Just to make sure they weren't scratched. Tippity top shape, as stated previously.” You displayed the ‘okay’ gesture.

“Well, that's really good to hear. I don't want them messing up on me.”

“Don't worry, I got you! I would never bestow any materials that will fall from grace!” You dramatically slapped your hands over your heart, head propped high as if reciting some melodrama poetry.

Miguel returned it with a lopsided smile. “I'm trusting you did well.”

“My efforts haven't gone unnoticed! But what made you pick those three artists? Well, I can guess with the Selena one.” You huffed, swinging your legs on the couch, crossing them, elbows on your knees, and giving all your undivided attention to him.

“Just the first three that popped into my head. Well, besides Miss Selena,” he nonchalantly waved his hand. “I picked something that I think you may also appreciate.”

Miguel only spoke half the truth. He rehearsed lines and answers that he suspected you would pose on the venture here.

The full reason? He wished to share all of the music that he personally grew up with. To watch your reactions up close and in person.

And that's what was unnerving him. The uncertainty of this non-disclosure, undistinguished bond.

“Aw! How sweet of you! I personally know some Santana, and didn't Jorge Ben sing Mas Qué Nada?”

“Si. Considered a classic by many.”

“Ah-ha, I knew it!” You shimmied at your correct response.

You and Miguel didn't register how much time passed as a third of the veggies were eaten, and so were half of the sandwiches.

Your arm was perched on the sofa head as you shifted into your tunes, chilling to the fifth album you put on. Miguel rested his back fully into the comfy cushion, unwinding as his concentration was now focused on you. 

“Espere, Espere, hold on. They tried to do what?” Miguel chuckled.

“Yes, they tried to bargain a bicycle without the handle bars, the wheels, and the seat! Even the bell was missing, but the ringer managed to cling on for dear life.”

“So, what did you all do?”

“My boss Ronnie was ready to tear them a new one, but I managed to calm her. I negotiated with them, telling them if they can take apart all the pieces, then we'll find better uses for them.”

You dipped a carrot stick in the ranch. 

“So they did, and we managed to reach a compromise. We got rusty bicycle parts, and they were about fifty bucks. But here's the kicker.”

Miguel leaned in, oddly invested.

“Apparently, a piece from the bike was valued at seven thousand dollars. I can't recall which part, but I remember Ronnie freaking out. Now, she tried to hoard all the cash for the store, but I had her call the people who gave us the bike to get a cut from it.”

You placed your balled hand on the side of your cheek. “They turned that fifty into three thousand. I swore I could see the angels floating down as ‘Hallelujah’ sang from the heavens when they received that money!”

You spread your arms toward the sky as you both heartily laughed.

Miguel couldn't remember the last time he'd been so content. This is loose around somebody else.

Well, besides Gabriella, of course.

His eyes directly sank as his muscles began to taut from the crushing waves of paranoia, of the memories, and of the cruelty he faces.

“Hey, Miguel, are you okay?”

You warily made light feather touches with your fingertips on his upper arm, your eyes creasing with dismay at the instant change of behavior from him. He was a bit jostled. He whipped his head towards you, his extreme disorientation and attentiveness written all over his face.

That look. That concerned, considerate expression you showed.

“Why? Why?” That quivering dread in his voice, that sneaking dubiety of this situation.

“W-why?”

Just like the first time. The uncertainty of it all. Miguel despised it, but straying away wasn't an option for him.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you not…”

His heart raced, competing with his mind. His leg bounced in rapid spurts as he fought to retain composure. 

You held that docile, warming gaze.

“Why did you agree to have me over? Why did you invite me?” He calmly asked.

His voice deceived what his body and mind were truly undergoing. Purposely hiding that pang of bitterness. Of anxiety.

Stunned, you blink your eyes a few times.

“Oh! Well, I genuinely wanted to hang out with you. You are a good person, and I'd like to think I have some decency in picking up characteristics. Even though judging is wrong, I'm sure you understand what I mean.”

You drifted your right hand over his shaky knee, keeping it there until you were given any permission to put it there. Miguel studied your motion before reluctantly slowing down. You inched your way until your palm was settled on top.

“Miguel, do… Do you not receive many requests to hang out outside of your work? Does anyone ever check in just to check in?”

“I don't—no. Not really. I'm the leader. I'm not allowed to just go wherever I want.”

You nodded, whispering a faint okay underneath your breath as your hand rubbed his knee.

“So you're putting yourself on this level higher than others, that because you oversee everything, you're not allowed to do things normally many do.”

Miguel kept quiet as his eyes followed your fingers.

“But that isn't the case. You did choose to be here with me. You had to talk with someone to take a bit of a break to come here, right?”

His heavy brows lowered into a vacant, thinking stare.

“Huh. I-I guess I did do that.” His shoulders slumped.

“Mhm, and you've been here for nearly, um.” You peered at your phone, then back at him, “nearly two hours. Are you at least having a nice time? Am I being a decent hostess?”

A goofy grin plastered on you as he couldn't help but twitch his lips as they curled up.

“I mean, I think you're an alright hostess.”

“Hey, you're getting three albums from me! And you had some veggies and sandwiches, so I believe that warrants a push-up in the grading department.” You nudged him as he rolled his eyes, snorting at you.

“Alright, alright, you're absolutely correct. Hiciste un hospedaje increíble y un gran trabajo con todo. Llamaré a esto un éxito.”

You scrunch your face as you take a crack at figuring out what he said.

“I didn't even take Spanish; I took French. Uh, I heard the word incredible in there, so that's sufficient enough for me.”

Miguel momentarily eased up, that smile never fading. “Thank you for this pleasant night, missus.”

“Hey! None of that. Or I'll revert to calling you Mr. Miguel.” You poked at his muscular arm.

“Usually I can't stand that, but hearing it from you will be a very nice change of pace.”

You stuttered at that, briskly setting your hands between your thighs.

“So you can be smooth.” You muttered to yourself.

“Hm, what was that?”

“Oh nothing. Just saying how smooth this track is.” You motion at nothing in particular.

Miguel smirked impishly, highly aware of what was said. “So are you calling me the song?”

You whined, burying a pillow in your face, mortified that he clearly caught what you said as he sweetly taunted you about it.

One of the daunting strings snapped. 

One of the many strings imprisoning him from his own faith lies bleak.

Nearly one in the morning, with the three albums cradling in his forearm, Miguel took deliberate, meticulous strides back to the base. The nipping, chilled wind felt nice. Body warmer than when he arrived.

His mind went back to you. The goodbyes and courteous ‘thank yous,’ ‘we should do this again,’ chimed all over.

How that handshake turned into a comforting hug. For you, it was a friendly gesture; however, to him? To him, it was more.

He still sought to combat the sentiments resounding inside, but for this moment, for this period, he spared them. For this night and night only, those qualms can stay motionless. Tattered away in a distant, barren field.

Because of this night, the flame gathered the twinge of a single burning droplet.

[cupofmilkyway]

I saw some people putting the dunmeshi gang in their own country/region and thought it was a fun idea! So here's some art and thoughts on a mexican setting:]

We have Marcille enjoying a cup of arroz con leche (rice and milk dessert), divorced dad Chilchuck eating chapulines (fried/cooked crickets) and the Touden siblings representing me and my sister when we get esquimos (icy milkshake)

More rambles + extra Chilchuck doodle under cut <3

Basilisco con tenis :)

I'm from the mainly urban part of México (basically next to the capital, if you know you know) so I didn't have a lot to draw from when it comes to traditional or regional clothing in my area, so I avoided it. But I put them in outfits I see around me commonly so I think it counts.

Chilchuck says early on that he actually enjoys eating coin bugs, so I think he'd like chapulines and other bug snacks too! He's also wearing a paliacate that he sometimes lifts up to his head when it's too hot.

All of them probably get sunburnt a lot from the climate, but I think Laios suffers the most from it since he doesn't like to put on sunscreen.

Senshi (not pictured here) has a very shady looking but delicious street food stall near Marcille and Falin's school, they met when Laios forced convinced them to try it's menudo (a soupy dish made with animal innards). He changes locations regularly but prefers to sell near universities and other schools.

Falin has hiked up the Popocatepetl at least 3 times and everytime she brings home some sort of bug for Laios to stare at.

[my-my-my]

For the Christmas ask game: eggnog, pudding and glitter! 🎄✨💖

Eggnog: What’s your favourite Christmas time drink?

I am a sucker for peppermint mochas and Mexican hot chocolate! My friends and I have started a tradition of going to the big Christmas market and wandering around with a Mexican hot chocolate, so now I associate that flavour with this tradition.

Pudding: Name your perfect Christmas dinner!

So another person asked me this so I’ll answer this one with my perfect Christmas appetizers and desserts!! My family loves Christmas so our Christmas dinner party is something we plan out months in advance. We are also Sri Lankan Tamil, so there’s a lot of ethnic food we serve too!

I’m putting it behind the read more because it’s image heavy.

I absolutely love Sri Lankan mutton rolls. I’m actually super picky about them too, so as of late I’ve learned how to make my own. Curried goat mixed with mashed potatoes, wrapped in a chewy wrapper, breaded and then shallow fried.

Another one is Sri Lankan fish cutlets. We call them cutlets, but it is what non-Tamil people would call “croquettes.” My family’s version uses shredded king fish, but I’ve seen some families use salmon and tuna. You combine it with potatoes, red onions, green chilies and parsley, then bread and shallow fry!

It can be really spicy depending on how many green chilies you put in lol.

One year I made chili lime shrimp cups with arugula and I still think about them.

To balance out all the savoury, my sister’s shortbread cookies. Specifically with her Miffy cookie cutters.

As for dessert, I like having options 🤪

Williams Sonoma peppermint bark (ok, I also just snack on this lmao)

Watalppam: my aunt makes THE BEST version of this. It is a Sri Lankan coconut custard pudding topped with cashews.

Payasam - I think non-Tamil south Asians call it “kheer” but our version is a saffron/cardamom-spiced tapioca pudding. I specifically only like the Tamil version (I’m so biased LOL), because we make it “tropical” by adding in pineapple, mango or splashes of coconut milk into it.

Bûche de Noël: I love love Christmas cakes and this version is my favourite. So much so that this year I got one as my own birthday cake (my birthday is a bit after Christmas). There’s a French bakery here that makes this “modern” version that I loved:

It contains: vanilla mousse and chocolate mousse, crunchy hazelnut/almond Praliné Feuilletine with a chocolate sponge.

Glitter: What is the weirdest Christmas decoration you own/owned?

So to be completely honest, I don’t think I own any. My family and I are very into having particular Christmas trees (every year I decide on the colour scheme LOL), so this was really hard to decide! I think maybe the giant nutcracker? I personally like it but my sister thinks it’s creepy.

The bear is cute but it has this annoying song it dances to. I took out the batteries because it pissed me off LOL.

[marshmellowjay]

Hear me out y'all. Reader who is a foodie.

I know damn well I am and I LOVE making food for my loved ones. Like I'm constantly eating either a snack or cooking in some way. Personally I love Mexican food and traditional soul food, as well as some nice Asian dishes.

This could go so many ways, like if your writing for a specific race of y/n(reader) like say they are Korean then you could write about them eating their cultures food and being a complete foodie, as well as readers love language being feeding their loved ones (my love language lol)

Kinda reminds me of mitsuri from demon slayer which I find really nice.

Opinions?

Also what's your favorite culture of food?

Repost plz!

[lavistamexicanrestaurantbar]

Side Dishes that you can Have with Nachos

Nachos are a traditional Mexican snack, originated in Piedras Negras, just beyond the boundary of the American state of Texas, where Ignacio Anaya, commonly known as Nacho. These were introduced in 1943, their popularity has grown worldwide due to their rich flavor and crunchy lightness.

Read More: https://lavista.hk/side-dishes-that-you-can-have-with-nachos/

[trivialbob]

During our vacation Sheila hired a guide to take us to really local places to try some food and drink. Ours was a walking tour. Golf cart and bike tours are available too. Next year I want to try the bike version.

We started the evening taking a taxi from our place at the north end of Isla Mujeres to the La Gloria neighborhood. We met up with our guide, Jose.

(much more after the cut)

First stop: Dessert! Jose explained that people were getting too full by the end of the tours and skipping dessert. So now he likes to start with that. I don't like sweets and desserts a lot, so this was definitely the way for me to eat some -- on an empty stomach.

We entered a small courtyard in front of a home. There was a stove and griddle and one four-top table under a tin roof. Our hosts served us flan. It was excellent. This is probably the first time I've finished any dessert in years.

Second stop: This was at a food cart parked in the street. A handwritten sign said "Hay Tamales," which I think means "Here are tamales."

We were served elote, a Mexican street corn salad. The portion was decent-sized and the elote was like comfort food. Had Sheila or I made this at home, it would be the sort of thing I would have left on the stove so I could snack on it all night long.

Had there not been five local people waiting in line, I probably would have broken open the foam cup to lick the bottom after I'd spooned out everything else.

Third stop: Panaderia Emmanuel Bakery. Jose explained that Mexican bakeries are open in the evening, unlike the American ones that open early in the morning. We had our choice of various fresh buns, donuts, and pastries. Sheila and I each selected an item. They were tasty and large. Thank goodness we were able to take home what we couldn't eat. Had we finished the bakery items, we would have been too full to go to the next four stops. (Here is the bakery in a Google Maps picture.)

Fourth stop: This was at a small, outdoor kitchen under a canvas roof. Two women were cooking food. We were served pork carnitas on a fresh bakery roll. I really liked this place. The sandwich was huge, and for real I started to wonder if I could keep eating at the remaining sites. I brought home half of the carnitas that night.

Fifth stop: We entered a small, private bar. It was beautiful inside; my phone just didn't capture a decent shot of it. The pandemic killed business here. The place now is open only for small, special events.

We were here for a mezcal tasting. First we sipped Fandango, accompanied by lime and salt. I loved it. Next we sampled some house mezcal, infused with honey, vanilla, and cinnamon. Here's where things get more interesting. We drank this one with some pinches of a mixture of black pepper, salt, and crickets.

Some might think eating crickets would require a healthy dose of mezcal first. But our drink portions weren't of a size that could make me abandon all caution and agree to something like bungee jumping or swimming with great white sharks. Sheila and I didn't hesitate to try the black, powdery mix.

I would have been fine ending the tour right here, assuming I could keep drinking mezcal with the sides, including the non-vegan one.

Sixth stop: This was at a small, yet traditional bar and restaurant named Chile & maíz. The night we did our tour was the start of Carnival. Many people had gone to the north end of the island for the celebration, leaving this restaurant empty for the evening.

The cook prepared for us chicken tinga sopes. Could the food keep getting better that night? So far, yes. The chicken stew on a fried tortilla was delicious. And filling. Sheila and I got a to-go box for some of it.

Apparently Chile & maíz is fairly new. I checked Google Maps to get a daylight picture (below). The logs that will eventually support a sloped roof are visible, but nothing else indicating a restaurant is being constructed. What we saw last night was very well done.

Seventh stop: Jose brought us to Daria's Delivery. The chef is staring up a new business. So far it is a kitchen on the second floor of a building. There is a commercial cook top, a table with four chairs, and one green bird in a birdcage. As we entered, the chef's adorable young daughter (maybe 4-years-old) came out from the living quarters right behind the table and greeted us with a big smile.

Our final dish of the night was chile relleno which is one of my favorite Mexican foods. Daria's didn't let me down. Very tasty.

During the tour we got to know more about Jose, his restaurant experiences, and his family. At the end he walked with us for a bit. He explained how the food tour supports the local cooks.

The tour was really fun because there's no way at all Sheila and I would have found all these small places on our own. It's not like they all had neon signs.

We ended up quite full. Walking around the La Gloria neighborhood helped burn off a few of those calories. I'm sure I'll return to Isla at some time, and this will be on my to-do list.

[lostgracestories]

Distant Sparks Part 6 (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Okay so I totally did not want to wait to write this until I got home so I wrote this in the middle of my algebra class LMAO I COULDN'T HELP IT. So, I totally got huge motivation out of nowhere and ngl I think this part is my favorite and I think it will be your favorite too, I hope you enjoy!

TW: SO MUCH FLUFF

wc: 1.2k (NOT PROOFREAD)

sidenote: there's mention of a food named chilaquiles. It is a traditional Mexican breakfast that I just got to try recently (mama cooked em) and I 100% recommend them even for people who don't like spice <3 alright I'll be quiet now, enjoy pookies <3

You arrived at Miguel’s place around midnight and looked through his kitchen for a snack. The pantries were full of Mexican spices, snack foods, and a couple boxes of cereal. As for the fridge? There was a bag of apples, a case of beer, some Jarritos and the freezer was no better. You placed your hands on your hips and sighed. You knew he didn’t come home very often but this was still a sad sight. 

You gathered any ingredients you could find to make something for Miguel to heat up as leftovers. You worked for about an hour in the kitchen as the aroma of spices swirled through the air. You felt so calm and relaxed in his home and couldn’t remember the last time you had the chance to cook something. As you finished up the food you carefully transferred it into a tupperware container and used a sharpie to label it, “Miguel’s chilaquiles” you wrote the date underneath and also the date when it should be finished by or thrown out.

After putting the chilaquiles into the fridge to store, you went and cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. You spent the rest of the night cleaning up and finally sleeping. This had been the most peaceful you had ever felt.

—————

Miguel stood in front of his monitors, the soft yellow glow just barely illuminating his face. Miguel had lost track of what he was doing at least 3 times now and that frustrated him. No matter how hard he tried to focus his mind kept wandering to the thought of you, intrusive thoughts slipping into his mind imagining how peaceful you might look while sleeping. 

Miguel grunted in annoyance at the intrusive thought and shook it from his mind as he sighed and looked into a screen on his far right. A video of his daughter played on the screen, no audio to accompany the bright smile on the little girl’s face. Miguel felt his heart sink at the thought of his late daughter and found his mind wandering to you again.

Maybe just tonight he would go home. Just to see how you were doing.

—————

You were snuggled comfortably under the covers of Miguel’s king sized bed as you slowly felt yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep. Just as you were about to pass out a click sounded and a quiet squeak echoed through the halls and you jolted awake, sitting straight up in bed. Someone had come in through the front door, surely no one would have the guts to break into Miguel’s house, he would rip them to pieces if he found out.

You subconsciously leaned closer to the bedroom door as the creaking of the floorboards echoed closer to the room. He sat stiff in bed until a shadow cast under the door across the floor and the door handle rustled quietly. You quickly laid back down and closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. Whoever it was, maybe they would leave you alone if they thought you were asleep.

–––––——

As Miguel opened the bedroom door he saw you sprawled out on his bed and caught a smile forming on his lips. He quietly walked closer to you, kneeling by the side of the bed your face was facing toward. He whispered softly and you felt yourself hold your breath as you realized who it was.

“Hey… I’m home. Are you sleeping?”

Miguel questioned to see if you would answer. 

You pretended to just be waking up out of a deep sleep, rubbing your eyes and blinking them slowly open, looking across the sheets at Miguel. This interaction felt… different. Yes, on one hand you were laying in his bed but Miguel had actually come home. And he had told you that he was home too. It almost made your heart skip a beat.

“I am now…”

You mumbled and he pursed his lips.

“Sorry if I woke you up… I was worried…”

His sentence catches you off guard. He was worried about you? That wasn’t like him.

“Worried? Are you sure you’re Miguel?” You carefully sit up and he watches you closely with his eyes and nods to you.

“I was watching videos of Gabriela and it made me think of you… I think… you remind me of her and my wife…”

The room is filled with silence after he shares that information with you. Is that why he had begun to spend more time around you at work? Moreover, you weren’t sure how to feel but it seemed like your body had already decided that for you as you felt your cheeks and ears heat up and your heart practically thumping out of your chest. Miguel could hear it through the silence. He’d always had great hearing since he had become spider-man.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

You quickly intervene.

“No! I’m not uncomfortable! I just didn’t expect you to say that… it caught me off guard, that was really sweet of you…”

Miguel studies your face a while longer before looking down to the floor.

“There’s something about you that has been keeping you on my mind… no matter what I’m doing I can’t stay focused… I don’t know what it is…”

It takes you a moment to process what he said before realizing what those feelings typically mean.

Miguel O’Hara was falling for you.

Before thinking you blurted out your thoughts.

“Love-”

You quickly pause and his eyes shoot up to meet yours as he understands what you’re getting at. He thinks about it for a moment before nodding slowly, processing the things he’s been feeling and deciding that made the most sense.

“Yeah… I think you’re right…”

You gaze into his eyes, noting the mixture of red and brown swirling in them. Had you noticed that before? You notice that both of you seem to only have inches of distance between eachother as you continue to study his face.

Miguel knows he’s moving closer to you but he can’t seem to stop himself as he brings a hand carefully to hold your cheek. His hand is so big compared to you and it intrigues him. Before he knew it his face was just centimeters away from yours. He seemed to be looking deep into your eyes for so much as a hint of permission to go further. You give him a small nod and he locks his lips into yours, his hand wandering to the back of your head, your hair loosely tangled around his fingers.

Miguel shifts himself, keeping his lips locked onto yours as he carefully makes room to get in bed next to you. As he lays next to you, you pull your lips away to breathe and you give him a dazed expression. He smiles at how boggled you look.

“Is that a confession…?”

You breathe the words out almost inaudibly and he places a gentle kiss on your lips in response.

“Yeah… I suppose so…”

Miguel pushed his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent, his body visibly relaxing as he does so, his eyes closed and his breathing slowing. You realize that he’s falling asleep and gently pet his head with a small smile, placing a gentle kiss to his head and closing your eyes aswell, falling asleep with your arms wrapped around him.

It couldn’t get better than this.

[mischiefbuckley]

see I wonder where from mexico eddie’s family is from (most likely Chihuahua is what I am assuming with it being right on the border with Texas, but again we don’t have the confirmation it’s just Mexico), what mexican candies/snacks eddie likes, what other mexican food he enjoys, what mexican traditions they followed growing up, if he ever stayed up late at night with his tia pepa and his abuela drinking abuelita’s hot chocolate… essential I want another eddie centered episode with more of his childhood upbringing and like more of eddie as a child yk how we saw young buck in the buck begins episode

[desertdollranch]

It’s 1978, and Antonia Snow-Flores is in fifth grade. She brings her lunch to school every day in this cute flower-patterned metal lunch box! On mild winter days when the sun is shining, Antonia and her classmates have the option of eating lunch outdoors in the schoolyard. 

I got lucky at a thrift store recently and found this lunch box from Julie Albright’s collection, stuffed in a plastic bag with a bunch of stinky candles I threw away immediately. It was empty, so I made some little food items to put inside it. I used mostly clay and small plastic containers. 

In addition to lunch, she also packed a few snacks for after school, when she attends basketball practice. She has a mix of traditional New Mexican foods, and some others that a girl growing up in the 1970′s of any culture would love.

These green chile tamales are her favorite. Tamales are like dumplings made with a cornmeal-based dough, stuffed with fillings, wrapped in corn husks, and steamed until the dough is cooked. In modern New Mexico they’re a traditional food during the Christmas season, although tamales themselves originated a few centuries before Christmas was ever celebrated!

Ritz crackers with guacamole are another favorite. In the 1970′s, avocados were still unfamiliar to most Americans outside of California and the surrounding states, where they grow easily. New Mexican cuisine borrows a lot of elements of traditional northern Mexican food, and so Antonia and her friends all enjoy California avocados when they’re in season and available.  

Late winter is citrus season, and California navel oranges are at their ripest and sweetest!

For snacking, she’s got a bag of pistachios and some circus animal cookies. Pistachios and pecans are grown abundantly in southern New Mexico. Circus animal cookies have been around for a very long time, long before Antonia was born, and they’re still popular in the 21st century!

All done. Time to get back to class!