#i want to try out some mexican recipes

[unityrain24]

ghhh... got lost under mexican cooking tutorials...

[manikas-whims]

Hellooo!

I would love for headcannons of the LADS boys with a Latin reader (Mexican, Colombian, Salvadoran, etc) who loooves to dance and always goes to gatherings (quinceñeras, family bbq’s/ parties, etc). They’re very good at dancing and love to just be on the floor feeling the music. Would love to see their reactions to you having a big family or trying out the food or how you dance and maaaybe convince them to do so too?

hiii, thanks for the lovely request! i must admit i possess limited knowledge about latin cultures but i do hope that you like these..♡

LADS men with a Latin Reader

RAFAYEL

🌊 Remember he told you that he's fluent in many languages? Yeah, he probably already knows and speaks your language well. And even if he doesn't, he knows the commonly used phrases. He'll also ask you to help and correct his pronunciations and grammar.

🌊 He is just like water— easily blends with your family members, entertaining everyone with his lively attitude and forms an instant connection with each one. He's always surrounded by at least 4-5 of your family members.

🌊 He's enthusiastic about your culture. He questions you on why certain rituals are performed in what ways and he loves to learn, and try things for himself. He plans to incorporate it all in his next piece that he's gonna dedicate to you.

🌊 He won't hesitate from the variety of food and drinks offered by your family elders, and will definitely try some of the local alcoholic beverages. He's complimented your mother for her cooking, and by the time you both go back, he's gained a few pounds of weight.

🌊 When Rafayel sees you dancing at a family gathering, he matches your energy on the dance floor. He may not know all the moves but he'll watch you and learn, moving his body in tandem with yours. He might goof around and make you laugh alot. Your family loves him even more for it.

XAVIER

⭐ He’s learnt a few terms here and there from you but he can't speak your language. Though he LOVES hearing you speak it. And even more when you call him nicknames in your native tongue. Definitely gets a lil horny and asks you to use them in bed.

⭐ At first he comes off as quiet and aloof to your family but they slowly take a liking to him. You realize how good of a narrator Xavier is when you see your family members sitting around him in circles at night as he weaves magical tales about princes from distant planets.

⭐ He's a curious kitty. He buys himself flyers about the local specialties of your hometown, and even books tickets to all the historical sites he'd like to visit with you. He enjoys hearing myths about the deities of your lands.

⭐ He loves the food! Every time he experiences a new flavour or spice, you see his eyes light up in delight. He asks help from your mother and other family ladies to help him with some recipes because he wants to cook you some of your hometown food. And all the ladies are swooning. He also enjoys the occasional gossip with them.

⭐ His eyes seem to follow your every move when he sees you dancing. He's recorded a bunch of videos but if asked to join, he's quite hesitant. Though the moment you drag him on the dance floor, he complies. Might step on your foot once or twice, and feel embarrassed about it but overall, he's a fast learner.

ZAYNE

❄️ He doesn't speak your language but he's very keen on learning from you. You deliberately make him say the cheesiest stuff in your language, sometimes even a little naughty things. And when he sees you giggling, he chuckles and calls you childish for pulling such pranks on him.

❄️ Your family immediately takes a liking to him. He's responsible and dependable, and they are happy that you have someone so reliable by your side. They also come to take his advice on every little health related thing when they learn he's a doctor. But they also make a lot of health jokes with him because he's easy to tease.

❄️ He loves hearing about your culture. He complies when you make him try on some of the traditional outfits for men, and is quite pleased to know that you find him even more handsome in them. And he's left awestruck when he sees you in your traditional clothes.

❄️ Zayne does enjoy the variety of flavors in your culture’s food. Though he's even more eager to try out the local sweet dishes. He loves how the recipe varies from hand to hand, and in every household. And he likes the differing tastes of the same sweets.

❄️ He loves watching you dance. He tries to deny you when you ask him to join because he isn't very confident. But after a little convincing, he will comply because it's impossible for him to say no to you. He's awkward on the dance floor but gets loads of encouragement not just from you but all your family members. In the end, you place his arms around your waist and guide his movements, your laughter making him forget his hesitance.

SYLUS

🐦‍⬛ You assume he doesn't know your language and try to prank him by using some bad and naughty words for him but he smirks and responds in the same language, leaving you shocked. He's not fluent but he knows enough to engage in conversations.

🐦‍⬛ Your family is suspicious about his overall persona but soon realize he's quite alright. They are thrilled by the fact that he can sing, and he is definitely pushed by the elders into singing at the family gathering. At least 4 of your cousins have a crush on him.

🐦‍⬛ Just like his grasp on the language, he's quite knowledgeable in your culture. He especially loves the music, some of his favourite musicians being latin. And he most likely knows some of the old songs by heart.

🐦‍⬛ Since he's quite good at cooking, he's given free access to the house kitchen. Your mother and the other family ladies find it charming. They like to discuss seasonings and spices with him, and want him to assist in the arrangements of food. They compliment him for every new dish he learns.

🐦‍⬛ He's not just a good singer but a dancer too. It's surprising when he follows you on the dance floor and begins to match you beat for beat. You don't realize when but you end up having a little dance off between the two of you until he gets bored of competing and pulls you to him so you two can dance together.

» MASTERLIST «

[rpreaperperson]

MOM

Reader is a combat medic, a BIG sweeth tooth and a mother to 141 boys (dont forget can cook too) a waifu material

In case with Los Vaqueros

Masterlist

After they accomplish their mission the 141 task force will be holding a small feast with Los Vaqueros to strengthen their ties of brotherhood

All brotherhood aside...their true intention is....to taste again the meal you made, and now Alejandro and Rudy join the party

Two days before the party, reading your recipe book inside your office, knowing the boys will have a big appetite

'maybe I'll make taco for the snack...or maybe naco with guacamole..?....guhh..but what if they don't like it? I'll be making another country's cuisines, I don't want to offend them or something like that..'

Then you pick up your phone beside you texting Alejandro what they want for the meal, but then you shake your head putting back your phone beside you unfolding your laptop searching for the recipe you're going to make

"I promise them it would be a surprise after all, if I ask him he would know what Im making"

"Making what?" suddenly Kyle barged into your office with his innocent eyes, immediately snapped your laptop shut and gave him a wary smile

"Kyle!~ ohh..hoo...what are doing here hun?"

"Do I have a reason to hanging around with our beautiful Doc?"

"Well since my sweets stock has been decreasing these last few days, Im getting more suspicious with you boys hanging around my office" You shot Gaz a look when he opened your cabinet, and beamed when he saw his favorite candy

"Thanks for calling me beautiful though"

with a mouth full of candy he faced you and gave you a thumbs-up

"Say Doc ...what is the menu for the party?"

"Well...Im just going to research about it..Alejandro, Rudy and some of the Vaqueros will come..I want to try some of the Mexican cuisine...." Gaz furrowing his eyebrow sensing a hesitation in your tone and doubt

"But?" he walks to your desk

"..well our taste buds are different from them and..well..." pursing your lips

"Doc.. Im sure whatever you're making they'll like it.."

"You..sure?"

"Positive..side's who doesn't like your cooking? Ghost always asks for more...."

"hmp...yeah...5 plates,after that he asked for a snack...no wonder he's huge I still remember that one time when the canteen almost lost its ingredients for one month" you huff at him, but because of him it eases all of your worries and you've decided that you're going to make both taco and naco for the snack, now for the main dish and drink...

'Oh well let's just make barbecue and fruit punch, good thing the boys aren't picky....and got a big appetite oh..maybe some cake or pastries would be nice~..'

Notice the beam in your eyes Gaz smiled gladly to ease all your worries

.

.

2 days after, as promised the Vaqueros came to 141 base Captain Price welcomed them followed by Gaz beside him

"Good to see you again Colonel Vargas" Price said firmly shaking Alejandro's hand

"Captain Price, you too comrade!"

"Come Soap and Ghost are waiting for you inside, let just hope they did not gobble up the food..." Price escorted them to the canteen

"I've heard Doc the one who making it?"

"Aye...along she my best medic she is the best cook here, I sure you'll love it Colonel" Price proudly boasts about you

"Can't wait to taste it then...I've heard a lot from Soap"

"heh bloke always bragging about her ..a lot" Price huffs a smirk planted against his face, as they arrive at the canteen

They could smell the barbeque....and hear the arguing of Soap with Ghost

"THE F**** Johnny! you almost burnt it!" barked Ghost furiously fanning the smoke out of his masked face

"Well WHY don't YOU try it?!" challenged Soap as he tried to undo his mistake...but alas what was already done...is done

"Both of you! please just sit down!" you intervene them before getting heated, placing your hand against Soap's chest you quickly flip all the meat and the other vegetables, ordering both of them to sit down with your 'mom stare'

Like a disobedient child they sat, but not before kicking each other legs

Price facepalming as Alejandro just chuckles along with Rudy

"Hermano! We've come!" announced Alenjadro

"Alenjandro!, good to see you again brother!" beamed Soap as he rushed to Alejandro giving him a brotherly hug

As they reunited you huffed and took care of the barbeque, really you just took a minute to take some of the sauce in the kitchen and you asked for Ghost and Soap to take care of the barbecue

"Damn...this one is burnt...oh well..I guess this one is on my plate" mutter you the ever sacrifice placed the burnt one on your plate can't let any these boys of yours eat any burnt food on their off day

"Good to see you again Doc.." greeted Alejandro, as Rudy politely nodded at you

"Ah! yes Alejandro, Rudy! sorry I little late for the prepare, damnit Soap.." you mumbled cursing for your own stupidity to leave the cooking to the boys

"You want any help Hermana?" asks the sweet Rudy, you smile kindly at him

"No need Rudy, you're the guest here-"

"I insist Doc..." he insisted with a soft look in his eyes that made you melted

"Alright then...um..ah could you pour the soda inside the fruit punch there"

"Sure thing..all of it?" you nodded and he obediently poured all of the transparent soda inside the fruit punch, Alejandro stared at you in the slideness focusing on the barbecues pleased to see you again

"Okay..Boys!! the food ready!"

Then Soap immediately rushed to your side and raised his palm, reminding him to eat the vegetables you gave him his plate as you give all of them their portions you take your plate

Rudy  noticed that your portion was full of burnt BBQ, and he huffed at the ever the sacrificed you, when he offered you his good portion you refused him as you chuckled softy at him and said ‘Nah it's alright you enjoy your own I will make it again sides it brings more flavor to it’ tenderly gazing at the boys reminding you of your troublesome siblings

Damn he really want to take you away to his house and make you his wife

With so much laugh and joy they all eat, not forget the snacks and some pastries you make all of their exhaustment and the gore memory of the battle gone when they eat your cooking

"Ahh..s****...mine gone.."

"Damn Soap.. that's your third plate" grumble Ghost

"Betta’ me then you LT" Soap squinting his eyes at Ghosts who munching away his food like a hamster his cheeks storing the barbecue on his cheeks

“need more barbeque Gaz?” ask you noticing his empty plate, shaking his head Gaz takes one of the tacos on the big plate

“no need love, I’ll take the taco”

“ask me if you need more barbeque okay? I’ll make it again” smiled softly Gaz nodded, and then Price walked to you placing his rough hand on your shoulder

“Just take it easy Doc, I’ll take care of the boys  just enjoy the feast yeah?”

“you sure Cap?”

“Positive” he rubbed your shoulder and pushed you gently back into your seat, both Alejandro and Rudy noticed the tender gaze from Price as he caressed your head this went unnoticed by you

Deep inside both of them felt a pang of jealousy, and then Alejandro approached you with his plate in his hand

“Evening Doc”

“Ah Alejandro!  Sorry, I'm not greeting you properly...” Shaking his head Alejandro chuckles

“don't mind it Doc, I really enjoyed the feast you made though wonder Soap bragging about it” he gave you a charming smile that made you flustered (Oh God I thank you for making such a dashing creature like him)

“i-its not really something to brag about...I just love to cook for the boys thats all..” his thick eyebrow twitching

‘for the boys’...now that REALLY making him jealous of the 141 men

“Ever thinking of transfers to another team Doc?” asks Alejandro suddenly

Out of instinct, the 141 task force eavesdropped the conversation, squinting their eyes at Alejandro while Rudy quietly observed them slurping his fruit punch

“Well...”you trail..staring at your half eaten burnt barbeque (made with love by SOAP) the atmosphere becomes tense of course this goes unnoticed by you, glancing at the boys who immediately act like they didn’t eavesdrop on your conversation

Smiled at the boys you glance at Alejandro

“Nope not at all..” raised his thick eyebrows, a disappointment filled his chest alas he still smiled and faced his body towards you his gaze flickering to 141 who smiled proudly at your remark, then back to you

 “...may..I ask why?”ask him

“I..enjoy the time I spend with them..well..except when we are on the mission that is..heh..and I doubt they’ll allow me to transfer  to another team” After that you drink the fruit punch

“Ah..right..of course...they are deeply in love with you Doc” claims Alejandro, you bashfully chuckle while the others snap their head towards Alejandro with their eyes popping out

“yeah...more like they in love with my cooking heh those rascal..”

The 141 sighed in relief but was somehow frustrated that you didn’t take a hint

The Colonel again raised his eyebrow as he glanced at the 141 who were slightly slumped but still munching away their food, then Alejandro realized

‘she..doesn’t notice it ..does she?’

“Why the question?” ask youwhile taking a bite of your taco, Alejandro smirking wiping a speck of sauce on your cheeks with his thumb as he leans toward your face

“A-Alejandro?” your face flushed red and squeak when his nose touched yours

“If you would change your mind..would you like to become one of us? Besides..I would be at ease to have the woman I am attracted to in my team”

“W-wha?!”

A looming and rage aura came from the 141 body , Rudy just could pray that Alejandro came home safely

Suddenly Alejandro chuckles and leans away from your flushed face, booping your nose as you stare at him dazed and confused

“Kidding hermana, but really if you ever change your mind Vaqueros would always welcome you~”

“A-ah..okay..thank you..for the offer..” nomming the nachos you faced away from Alejandro, when you faced away from him Alejandro glanced at the 141 and shot them a smug smirk, Rudy just stared at him deadpan

‘oh...Ale..I hope you are back home safely..’

Note:

Arghhh..!! Sorry for the delay! Im really busy with my project and all

Coffee please?

[ms-demeanor]

You seem like a good sort of person to ask; how does one go about building up a good spice rack? Not only just having the spices, but knowing what they are and how to use them, when and in what quantities, and developing a wider spice palette in general? I grew up in white suburbia and my mother has no idea how to use anything other than salt and ground black pepper, and I want to start making my foods more flavorful. I am tired of utterly flavorless dry roast pork! But I have no idea where to begin lol.

I'd say to start by trying a lot of foods that use a lot of different spice profiles and seeing what you like. If you like Thai food, look into Thai spices and try cooking a few recipes. If you like Indian food, try Indian recipes. If you don't know if you like a particular kind of food, go out and try it and see if you do.

I think the best way to build up your spice rack is to do so slowly over time as you familiarize yourself with different flavors. Don't go out and buy a ton of stuff, go out and buy cumin and make a rice recipe that calls for cumin and see if you like it, then next time maybe add another spice like cayenne pepper to the recipe and see if you like it.

Spices can be really expensive, but they can also be really cheap if you're looking in the right places. Try to avoid the shiny organic spice jars, and see if there are packets of spices in the various "ethnic" food sections of your grocery store (in California it's pretty common to have a Mexican food section and an Asian food section in the store and you'll often find stuff like a packet of cumin for 70 cents that's got the same amount of spice as the organic jar that costs five bucks in the spice aisle).

Once you've got some basics down, start branching out and seeing if you've got any good markets nearby that have more unusual spices. Large Bastard and I get most of our bulk spices from a Middle Eastern market around the corner from our house or at an Indian market a few miles away because it's WAY cheaper to get allspice or turmeric or garam masala from those stores than it would be from the grocery store.

And if you're starting at the basic-basics, like how to season a simple pork roast, check recipe blogs. Find different bloggers and test their recipes until you find someone you trust, then follow their recipes. One good place to start is with Chef John and Food Wishes - he has a wide variety of cuisines that use a lot of different spices and has recipes that range from very simple to very complex.

Large Bastard really likes Food Wishes and trying recipes from Chef John - he cooks less than I do and has less of a sense of what to add to a pot to get something to taste the way he wants it to, but he's gotten very good at taking Food Wishes recipes and tweaking them or adjusting them and figuring out how to mix and match flavors.

Just cooking - finding a recipe that looks interesting and following it - is a really good way to get better at this kind of thing.

That's actually one of the reasons that I think meal kit boxes like blue apron can be worth it for people who want to learn how to cook - they give you recipes you wouldn't have thought to look for and provide small amounts of the required ingredients so you can sample them and figure out if you like them. My dad and sister got blue apron for like two years and it has significantly improved their cooking skills and ability to mix and match flavors.

It just takes time and money and trial and error. Easy, right? (It isn't, but there's also no way to make it faster other than doing more experiments. Thankfully there are ways to make it cheaper, and yeah looking at local specialty markets is a good way to save on spices)

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

The Moon will Sing

[SAGAU x Mexican! Creator-Reader]

A/n: I love SAGAU but realistically if I was stuck there I would be so sad I can't eat my culture foods ngl. Also y/n is implied first gen. Sorry lol. Also heavy leaning on y/n x Zhongli. Also title is from the song from The Crane Wives.

Also sorry if this sucks, it's kinda rushed and Idk what to do.

TW// obsessive-ish behavior

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You were transported to Teyvat after staying up all night playing Genshin before eventually passing out Infront of your computer.

When you open your eyes, you weren't in the comfort of your room but instead on gold altar.

People you recognized Infront of you as you sat up in shock. You hand hurting slightly as you looked down at it.

Blood.

In matter of fact, the blood was gold.

You watched as the wound healed itself on its own but your thoughts get interrupted as someone speaks up.

"My Grace, we are honored to have you here. The imposter has been dealt with, we pledge our devote loyalty to you."

You straight up passed out after this revelation.

After that whole fiasco, and you woke up to a bunch of crying acolytes.

Turns out, you were asleep for DAYS.

But you eventually grew accustomed to everything, honestly it wasn't as bad you thought it would be. Besides the weird obsessions and yandere like tendencies But there's one thing you missed dearly.

Home.

You were home sick and even the acolytes can see that. You didn't smile, you look off into the distance.

You miss the parties, music, going to swap meet and family members. Even the novellas your mother watched and eating her cooking.

Hell, you missed the internet.

It was just boring.

Then you got an idea, why not share them with your acolytes?! You get to explain your culture and maybe try to recreate dishes your mom made with ingredients here!

You immediately stood up from your throne excited. You immediately ran out of the temple, with the archons following you panicked.

"Your grace wait!" Zhongli yelled out chasing behind you. " You can't just leave abruptly like this! Please take me with you. "

You stood there, looking at a map you summoned looking at the places. "Sure! Let's go!" You grabbed around his waist and flew to places you needed to go.

He was practically beating his heart against his chest. The Creator was holding him! His ears were burning red in embarrassment.

You literally searched high and low, for ingredients alongside Zhongli. You either found substitutes or you quite literally had to create the ingredients. But once you had everything, you went straight to the kitchen.

The Archons were begging you, that they can someone else do it.

But you declined them, deciding to do it yourself.

You think the easiest recipe to do would be caldo de res. It's the one you seen your mother do countless times. And with your powers it should quicken the pace.... probably

Some of your acolytes were watching you, making sure your safe and do any task you asked.

Venti stood by the door way, along side zhongli and Xiao. Making sure your grace was fine.

At this point your at probably your third attempt at making this but you were really determined to get it right or at least

You took a spoonful and blew on it, taking a sip. And God it tasted like home, you place the utensil down and started to cry.

Venti was first to noticed, and thought you were upset. " Your grace don't cry! We can have some one else do it for you if your tired! "

You shook your head, wiping your tears smile. " I'm not sad, in fact I'm happy. Really happy. Would you like to try? It's a soup my mother always made."

Venti was so honored that the creator would even let him try, let alone a recipe the creators mother made!

Zhongli and Xiao whined, they wanted to try it too!

"Don't worry, you'll try it too!" You smiled, as you got a small spoonful.

Venti blushed, he's truly being rewarded, to be fed by the creator itself. He knows Xiao and Zhongli are practically seething in jealousy over this.

You were oblivious to it, feeding Venti small spoonfuls laughing. " Is it good?" You asked practically shaking in excitement.

He nodded happily, unknowingly teasing the other two in the room.

You made the jealousy even worse when you grabbed a handkerchief and clean up ventis face. Getting to be touched and so close to the creator smelling your perfume/cologne.

The other two pushed Venti aside, practically begging to be fed too.

You stood their dumbfounded but reluctantly agreed as well. Spoon feeding both of them, their faces light up.

They were so happy.

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After that, you started cooking other dishes, your acolytes and followers were always so excited to try it.

They saw how much you emotionally improved so they was no discussion over it.

You also started telling them old folktales and customs from your culture. Scholars started to appear and request to write it down and study it. You even taught them Spanish!

Thought they call it, [y/n's] language. And etc.

Sometimes when doing a task, followers can hear you quietly sing songs in your language.

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Your favorite thing, was reactions. The reactions your acolytes and followers had to your culture. They saw it as sacred, but you saw it as home.

You remembered talking to Zhongli because he remembers all of liyues stories and such.

"Zhongli, would you like to listen to a folktale?" You quietly asked, sitting on your throne. Him standing besides you.

" I'll be honored. " He says with a smile.

"There's different variations of this story depending of the region, but this is how I know it. Usually told to children to scare children into obedience. "

You cleared your voice, " long ago, a beautiful indigenous women fell in love with a man of higher social status. They lived happily together, having two children of their own. One day the man abandoned her, to either marry a more beautiful woman then her or a woman of his status. It depends either way, he leaves her. Her feeling threatened by this, consumed by rage and despair. She drown her children, meeting her own demised along side it. God curses her to wonder as a ghost searching for lost children so she can get into heaven."

Zhongli perks up at the story, " did you curse the woman yourself ?"

"ummm...yes?" You said unsurely.

" I see, a fitting punishment of her. " He says proudly.

" ahem, yes of course. Anyway she's called "la llorona" meaning The weeping woman..forever walking near bodies of water in search of her children so she may enter...umm.. heaven? "

Zhongli, tilts his head " what is heaven? " At this point your hands were sweating. " Ummm it's kinda like Celestia? But instead angels and stuff are there and it's like... Holy. You know? Anyway no more questions."

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Random Head Canons and such

If you have curly hair, best believe the acolytes would be fascinated by it. Especially if they give you baths and pamper you.

You would teach Venti songs you know for example: hijo de la Luna.

Sometimes you sing them if you feel like it. Mostly to little kids.

The Adults are definitely not jealous.

The Archons fight each other over being your dancing partner. This is because you needed someone to show how to dance bachata. And ever since they just fight over that spot.

Same for being food taster, they like eating your food and being the first one to try it is such a big honour. You don't know why? Either way they like being spoon fed your cooking.

They all listen to your stories and take your advice very very seriously. It's annoying lol

You taught them your cultures customs, for example birthday customs. You're absolutely not allowed to have your face smashed into cake. They absolutely refuse to do that to you.

Also if you like spicy food, they probably be amazed at your spice tolerance. You'll probably mess with them by eating a whole chile Infront of them.

There are times where you do get very home sick and won't leave your room. When you do, they try their absolute best to comfort you.

Also you have given some of your followers Spanish nicknames for funsies.

Sometimes you and your acolytes would speak Spanish with you. They think it's like the biggest honor to understand your language and speak it with you. But you just think it's nice. Plus you get to have secret convos with people you don't want to know what your saving.

That's all I can think of , off the top of my head lol.

[lucvly]

i loved your chris x latina gf hc’s. could you please do one for us matt girls 🙏

— matt with a latina girlfriend hcs! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, not proofread.

a/n: the amount of reqs i got for this omg??? also i feel the need to say i’m latina but i’m not mexican LMAO sorry to disappoint ☹️

— this isn’t matthew anymore this is mateo LMAO.

— my man was nervous about meeting your family. he kind of got freaked out hearing about the amount of people that were gonna be at the gathering.

— he asked you to help him practice greeting your family LMAOO it’s so cute. (“so, no handshakes?” “not unless you wanna get kicked out, mi vida.”)

— the family’s favorite gringo boyfriend !!

— sorry to burst some of your bubbles but this man cannot dance. sorry Not sorry !!! him dancing merengue or salsa would be sooo goofy. you tried teaching him but he just ends up stepping on you.

— your tías always try to dance with him unknowingly and he always steps on them LMFAOOAOA.

— at family gatherings he’s in the kitchen helping your mom cook and serve the food.

— you get a good laugh out of it because when your mom lets him try a spoonful of whatever she’s making his ass always has to drink at least two glasses of water because my god this man can’t tolerate spice.

— he’s always wanting to learn something new about your culture. he thinks the traditions and celebrations are super interesting.

— the fact that you’re incredibly family oriented is so attractive to him help??? he loves it. seeing you interact with your little cousins is so cute to him.

— ++ your little cousins always leech onto him at the gatherings. you’re convinced one of your baby cousins has a crush on him it’s hilarious.

— the first time you called him gringo he was like Huh??? you had to explain what it meant LMAO, your family calls him gringo a lot in a very loving way but it’s still Really funny.

— he’s such a kid bye? he’s exactly like one of those primos who’s absolutely wiped out by 10 pm. you always end up making those makeshift beds with two chairs and a blanket for him so he can take a nap.

— “y el novio?” except now your family just teases you because they know wherever you are, matt’s right there with you.

— your dad loves telling him embarrassing stories about you from back when you were a kid. it’s so bad ugh.

— surprisingly, he’s actually a really good cook. he’ll secretly ask your mom for your favorite recipes and make them for you. you think it’s the cutest thing ever. (he’s not very precise with the spices but he’s getting there.)

— takes spanish lessons without telling you so when you hear him talk to one of your tíos in spanish you’re like ?????

— he can’t roll his r’s SORRY!! you tease him for it all the time, so does your family. he thinks it’s funny because you’ve tried to help him pronounce “carro” or “burrito” over a thousand times and he still can’t do it.

— when he’s not driving, he sits in one of those plastic chairs in the backyard and drinks ice cold beer with your tíos.

— i feel like he’d be terrible at alcohol management so he’d be drunk with around three beers. your tíos get along so well with drunk matt, trust.

— spanish pet names?? he’s all for it. (“cariño”, “corazón”, “querido”.)

— + right before hanging up a call, he goes “te amo.” it’s SOO cute you’re gushing ugh.

— he definitely can’t dance but he loves listening to spanish music. i feel like he’d be a huge romeo santos and ozuna fan. argue w the wall !!

— he was so confused when you told him to take a bite of his cake and then pushed his face onto it. chris and nick were rolling on the floor laughing (he ended up doing it to them as well.)

— he asks if you can get some tres leches for his birthday because he loves it LMAOO. your dad introduced him to tres leches and it’s all he thinks about on a daily basis.

— he’s tried learning the cumpleaños feliz song– and yeah, he knows half of it, but he hasn’t managed to learn it all LMAO.

— if you grew up somewhere else, he desperately wants to go to your hometown just to get to know you better. when you do, he does everything to indulge in your culture. (going to festivals, meeting the people you grew up with, etc.)

— he loves obleas and arroz con leche. he thought arroz con leche was hella odd at first glance but once you convinced him to try it he was addicted HELP??

— ^ your mom gave him some arroz con leche to take back home because of the amount he ate throughout the whole night.

— when your family facetimes you and you’re with him it’s always: “bueno, y la boda cuándo es?” and once they say hello to you, they ask about matt and end up talking to him over the phone for like an hour.

— when you yell at him in spanish he’ll just wait until you stop and then asks you what that meant because he genuinely wants to know. his head is all: “wtf does maldito mean????”

— trying traditional candy from wherever you’re from is sooo funny. he’d be so obsessed with dulce de leche and arroz con leche, but make that man try any sort of candy with coconut in it (cocadas perhaps) and he’s fucking throwing up.

— his personal youtube channel would be active as fuck, at this point it became a vlog for the two of you with videos like: “trying traditional snacks with my gf!”, “cooking competition with y/n (she won)”, “traveling with my girlfriend.”

— he loves how many photo albums your family has. he especially loves your quinceañera album LMFAOO. you think it’s hella embarrassing because you were literally fifteen but he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

— when you cook, matt always takes some food back home and his brothers end up eating it. he gets so pissed because he strictly tells them not to touch that and since they know you cooked it, they steal it LMAO.

[iloveslllycatss]

## — “𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊.”

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦)

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘠𝘈𝘛𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘕 @rinniezz

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴

miguel diaz ! 

★ — this mf already knew EVERYTHING about periods

★ — his mom and yaya taught him about it since he was young

★ — so when u got ur period? easy.

★ — if you have cramps (obvi everyone had cramps… right?) hes already right there for you, cuddling u

★ — if he can’t cuddle you (like if ur out in public) he’d always have ibuprofen or like tylenol for you

★ — makes sure your always hydrated

★ — this dude is like a personal ass heater, u don’t need a heating pad when he’s with u.

★ — he still gets u one tho

★ — wouldn’t make a big deal about it if you bleed on the sheets

★ — if you ever bled through your pants in public he’d let you tie his jacket or flannel or whatever around your waist to hide it

★ — he understands you have mood swings and just does his best to not provoke you or anything

★ — hes the type of boyfriend that as soon as he finds out you’re on your period he suddenly teleported to the mini mart and comes back with all your favorite snacks and pads/tampons

★ — hes just so perfect bro (i want him.)

★ — would definitely give u a hoodie or jacket of his to let you wear since he knows you love them

★ — if your at his house and need a pad/tampon he’s suddenly left to grab u one from the closet

★ — sorry not sorry but his mom probably only has pads so if ur a tampon girl then idk what to tell you

★ — he’d just buy u some dw

★ — def has asked his mom or yaya for recipes of your favorite mexican dishes so he could make them for you.

★ — he failed miserably… but atleast he tried 😞 

★ — he knows your cycle so he’s already prepared for it every time

★ — hes just so perfect. 

★ — i love miguel

★ — best boy

robby keene !

★ — i’m sorry but man didn’t know what to do when u got ur period

★ — he TRIED tho

★ — when u get cramps he probably wouldn’t cuddle you unless u ask.. 

★ — he would get u ibuprofen or tylenol tho

★ — hes prob one of those bfs that you’d have to explain what a period is to..

★ — BUT HES A QUICK LEARNER SO after the first 2 time you explained it he got it right away

★ — if you’d ever ask him to buy u pads or tampons he’d go, no shame

★ — hed bring back a bag of ur favorite snacks and candy and pads

★ — would spoon u to bed 

★ — would do everything for you

★ —  water? he got u one. hungry? doordashing food rn. cramps? cuddles.

★ — would understand your mood swings but sometimes it’d get on his nerves…

★ — like one time you snapped at him and instead of him trying to calm u down he snapped back..

★ — he said sorry first, and gave u 934829384838 kisses after

★ — would try to motivate u to be productive if your unmotivated 

★ — hed prob say something like “if you get up we’ll go on a date this weekend.”

★ — the first time u bled on the sheets he was a little disgusted 

★ — but after a while he realized it was normal and you can’t control it

★ — wasn’t disgusted after that, but he still didn’t clean it off, he let u do that 😭 (since u have to hand wash the sheets so blood comes off)

★ — gives u massages to untense ur muscles 

★ — hes so cute bro

★ — 10/10 boyfriend

small hc i have for hawk !

★ — asks you what size pussy u have when he goes to buy u pads.

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[oddballwriter]

Made with Love

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Summary: A blurb where you cook Steven some traditional hispanic food because he's curious about how it tastes. 

Warnings: No actual warnings that I actually know of. Reader is meant to be read as hispanic or be of some hispanic/latin background. Steven centric but Marc and Jake are also mentioned.  

Author’s Snip: Listen I just wanted to make something kinda cute and wholesome that also involves a bit of some culture that I have from my hispanic/Mexican heritage, I also just wanted to fully embrace latino Jake because I just wanted to.

Notes: I'm not translating the dishes just look it up if you don't know what they are. Also this wasn't proof read before posting 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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One of Steven's, and the rest of the system's, favorite things after a long day of working is coming home to your cooking. You taken on the role of being the one to make dinner after you saw that the boys could barely scrape together good food for themselves thanks to their short free time and deemed their boy dinners unacceptable.

You had a knack for making their favorite foods and keeping track of their varying palates and preferences. Of course there was Steven being vegan, but the other two had their own preferences. Marc didn't really have much of any preferences but you did find that he was a big fan of the french onion soup recipe that you make.

Jake wasn't all that picky either since he hardly came out and would just eat left overs. But after a while you found that he loves himself some hispanic foods, and by god were you happy to accommodate. When he came back from missions he would usually crash on the bed and let the others wake up in the body afterwards, but you would somehow figure out that he's the one fronting and make him some traditional dishes which he couldn't help but stay just to eat it.

You made him all kinds of dishes. Tamales. Pollo y arroz con mole. Chilaquiles. Ceviche con tostadas.

You did feel a bit bad since you knew Steven didn't like meat. But Jake would beg you to make the dishes how they're usually made, which commonly involves meats, and Steven never held it against you if you did feed Jake using the traditional recipes.

Though Steven did mention that he always wondered what they tasted like. Just he's had a vegan taco but at this point everyone in the world's had a taco and the like. He wants to try the food that actually comes from and is made with their original recipes. But he knew that hispanic food often had meat in it and he didn't want you to have to go through the trouble of making a new recipe just because of him.

But when Steven set aside his bag, took off his coat, and sat down at the table he found what looked like food that was intended for Jake. It was what he learned was called ceviche and tostadas, which often contained shrimp. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

"Don't worry. It's completely vegan." you smile. "Love," he mutters, "Thank you. But you really didn't have to go through all this trouble just to make me something tha-" he continues, but you stop him again.

"It wasn't that troublesome. It's the same process. I just changed the shrimp out for something else." you explain. "But," you add, raising your finger. "That's the only thing I changed about it. Everything else is authentic to the original, like you said whenever you mentioned you wanted to try some food, so I held back no spices." you warn.

Steven smiles and nods as you go and grab some drinks before sitting in your chair. "Thank you then." he chirps. "I know that it shouldn't be that spicy. At least by Jake's standards since he douses his in hot sauce." Steven comments. You giggle, "I always tell him that if he wants something spicy then I can just make him aguachile." you remark.

As it turns out Steven held up just fine and even said that he enjoyed how much flavor the dish had to it with an added"I understand why Jake likes it so much.".

[shirefantasies]

Hi! I love ur account and saw u were going matchups so I wanted to participate! My names Mari, and appearance wise I’m pretty short, around 5’0, Mexican with long wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I’m bi with a preference for men. Um personality wise I’m pretty extroverted and I like think I’m a pretty open person. I love cooking, reading, and history, and I love talking about my interests and meeting new people. I definitely have a pretty low social battery though. I hope that’s enough! Tysm!!!

Hi Mari 🙋🏻‍♀️ hope you enjoy this matchup & me throwing in some silmarillion references cuz why not! My heart spoke to me in this moment & it said…

Boromir 😌

A woman of Minas Tirith, your path crosses Boromir’s quite naturally. You run a stall quite unlike the others he passes that day in market, enough so that he stops and dallies there, and you are happy to entertain this new face. When he introduces himself as Boromir, son of Denethor, you give pause, unaware this man was the heir to Gondor's stewardship. You make to curtsy but he stops you, insisting that's his father's business. He is just a man, you quite the charming book binder. At that, he selects an empty journal and purchases it, walking away with a smile. He was flirting with you, was he not? Least of what you expected that day was such an occurrence.

Boromir, it is plain to see, is not one for the books. He is an active captain and student in the ways of his people certainly, but not one to have his nose in one of your historical documents. Classics escape him, and yet there he is browsing your wares once again, his eyes drifting to yours as he smiles. Asking which one is your favorite. You cannot help the giggle that escapes your lips at the musing that he came with little aim to find a new volume. Instead of indulging him, you point out something he might like to read: recently you re-bound a particularly stunning account of a great victory Gondor won years back. "Your father would surely like you to study this, no?" You teased as he lit up. "This is brilliant, Mari," he exclaims as his eyes wander the small book, "truly! I want to know what you enjoy, too. Perhaps these pursuits give a greater insight, a key to unlock the natures of others. Values. Desires. Whims, even. Will you share yours with me?" Eyes lighting up, you nod. "That is what it is about! Why I do what I do. You are exactly right. Maybe you've guessed, but I have an affinity for history. Have you any knowledge of the accounts made of the days of the Silmarils?" "The old legends? My brother loves them."

Under what you would claim to be a guise save for its earnest, Boromir returns again and again to hear you read your favorite tales to him. The scanning of words on a page scatter his mind, lack the dynamism of oral storytelling, he tells you. You do not mind, especially when he comes bearing gifts of flowers, sweets, or tea for you to share. Besides, having a captive audience to discuss your favorite stories with is a rare treat, and you love watching new eyes take in the folly of the elves, the tragic romances and epic battles of your land's early days. Relishing in storytelling, you give your all to the voices and presentation of it, and your captain in enthralled. Boromir becomes an unofficial salesman in your stead, calling others to experience Gondor's culture through your wares and even taking sales for you when you need some time to refill your social glass. People smile, shake their heads fondly and knowingly at the captain's animated interest.

His feelings for you slip out one night when he stays past the hours of the afternoon and you offer him dinner if he has no noble duty. He does not, and there you are letting him try one of your family's old stew recipes at your table, the surprise of his warm company not totally lost on you. How one passing meeting turned into something you cannot help questioning...but not for long. Boromir gushes over your meal, going on until you're laughing from the other side of your little table. "No, I mean it. I knew I loved you before I was aware you could cook, but now?" Pausing, you lean forward, offering him a simple look of challenge. Dare he repeat it? Green eyes widening, Gondor's captain meets your look, sees your smile and grows into one himself. "Well, now that my secret is out: will the book-binder have a simple knight?" You will and you do.

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[ginxparker]

Ghost Drink Scale

i like this headcanon that lives in my mind, that Ghost is a excelent drinker, but a terrible one if we are talking about tequila.

So obv one day, los vaqueros bring tequila to a kinda off party that 141 is having (except there is no music, only a bunch of dudes in small circles chatting, drinking and being loud -and sometimes a little fight, but is all friendly).

141 knows for a fact that Ghost is a awful tequila guy, that is gonna drive someone insane that night, and give everybody headche tomorrow, but the AleRudy have never seen Ghost even tipsy so they dont belive that this is possible. In some way, Gaz convince Soap to prove for the couple that Ghost is indeed a horrible tequila drinker.

So Soap offered LT a drink and the mask man did not refuse while being swip by the nice talker.

And from that day they ended up creating a scale of how much Ghost can change with a glass of tequila:

One Drink Simon: He does space out more frequently, nothing too alarming for now.

Two Drink Simon: He is loud. You can hear his voice across the street. And he dont volume down if you ask, he only whispers loud and in seconds is being loud again.

Three Drink Simon: Extremely confident. He passes to flirt non-stop with Soap, witch makes Jhonny go red. Rudy is dying of laugh with Gaz, and he just promeses that makes better. Four Drink Simon: He speaks all in any language, but none of them are English. Seven of the ten sentences the group can decipher are profanity (Simon is a real potty mouth with tequila on his head), two are something inexplicable about Soap, and one is a dead mystery because they are 100% sure the language doesn't exist (it is dead Latin, and it's a recipe that reminds him of his family).

Five Drink Simon: He's kind of bummer. He is very sad. He doesn't cry, but he will question the existence of life with himself, that nothing should matter because everyone is going to die, and before he gets to damn emotional, everyone agrees to give it another shot of tequila.

Six Drink Simon: His head doesn't work anymore, he dont wants to know about sad things, or whatever. He just needs to move, he stands, he walks, he can't stay still, until Alejandro drop the best mexican music and Simon starts an awkward dance in place. (At this point everyone is so drunk they aren't the only ones dancing).

Seve Drink Simon: he is sweating duo the dance moves, but he cant care less. He is a little pervert horny guy trying to get in Soap pants like his life depends on this.

And at this point, Gaz is lost in some place with Alex, AleRudy are too distracted burning everyone in the dance floor to notice that Soap likes this Simon too damn much, and leaves with him to some room where them can do all the dirty things that Soap dind't know that Simon could even think of doing with him, but here he was, having all of this being whispered in his ear in one of the sexiest voices that he can ever hear.

They stop in Seven Drink Simon for now, but 141 and los vaqueros are not done with Ghost, some day he will not be able to run way with Soap before they can feed him another shot of tequila.

who would imagine that even the might Ghost have a little weakness like tequila. And, well, at least now they have Soap to relief the headche that Ghost in definilly give everyone in the next morning.

[happyk44]

Jasico prompt for @butt-puncher based off this tweet

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Leo peered over Jason's head. "Who's XghostkingX?" His chin came to rest on Jason's shoulder. "Sounds likely a freaky dude."

Jason swiped away the notification and kept watching the dog training video Piper sent with the caption "You" and a pink heart emoji. "Just this guy who sends me recipes." Jason frowned as the video ended and typed a quick rebuttal back at Piper that just because the dog was a golden retriever did not mean it was him. "I don't know him."

Leo's breath went hot against his cheek. "Then why," Leo said, drawing out the "I" sound for as long as his breath lasted. He rolled over, locking his head backwards over Jason's shoulder, face to the curling and finally inhaled. Coughing briefly, he continued, "is he DMing you?" Leo flicked his cheek. "What, he is a potential booty call?"

Jason scowled. "I don't do that, Leo."

"You should," Leo huffed. "I got pegged on Tuesday by a hottie boom-booty and her boyfriend. All with the sweet send of a "You down to clown?" meme."

Rolling his eyes, Jason shifted ever so slightly and grinned when Leo slid off his shoulder and crashed to the ground. "You give all aroace people a bad name."

From the ground, Leo swatted at Jason's ankles. "Just because I don't get the attraction part doesn't mean I don't know what good feels like. And there are some angles only the thick fingers of a college football player can hit, alright?'"

Jason snorted and opened up Instagram. He switched to the messages section and clicked the top one. A link to a recipe popped up. Above it were a thousand other recipe links. No messages, no words, no comments.

Just other people's posts.

Jason didn't know who this Nico guy was. It was spring break in his sophomore year of high school. His step-mom dragged them all out to some meditative retreat that banned all use of electronics. It was supposed to be some kind of spiritual cleanse. All Jason remembered was doing yoga, eating really bland meals, and Thalia sneaking out of their room through the window in the middle of the night and coming back six hours later smelling like weed and wearing someone else's bra.

She had a lot more fun than he did.

But when he finally got his phone back, he had twenty-three messages from XghostkingX, all recipe posts from different accounts. He checked out the account, trying to figure out who "Nico" was. But the account was private. He checked out the recipes too. They weren't weird. Seemed like completely normal recipes. Bread, pasta, Mexican dishes, Indian dishes, pastries, keto, high protein, vegeterian. Pretty much everything except Italian.

Which Jason found interesting. He wanted to ask about it but...

He turned and flashed a sprawled out Leo the messages. "They're just recipes. He started sending them to me when I was on that no-phones thing with my family."

Leo snatched the phone from him and begin scrolling at top speed. "Wasn't that, like, five years ago?" Jason shrugged. Leo stared at him unamused. "Seriously, man? And you haven't said anything?" He shook the phone. "You don't even know this guy!"

Jason reached for his phone but Leo rolled away, spring up to his feet. "Leo, give me my phone."

"Just one second," Leo said, very clearly typing something.

"Do not talk to him, Leo!" Jason shouted, shooting out of his chair and towards his best friend.

"I'm just gonna hit him up!" Leo yelled as he scrambled away on his gangly twig legs. "See what's up!"

Jason grabbed a pillow off his bed and hurled it at Leo through the doorway. Leo squawked loud, without dignity, as it beamed him in the back of the head and knocked him down. Darting through the doorway, Jason threw himself over Leo. All the air fwooshed out of his lungs.

Grunts and grounds filled the air as they wrestled for the phone. Leo curled inwards of himself. Jason rolled him over onto his back. Leo kicked at him. Grabbing at his legs, Jason pinned him down and started tugging at his arms. He ripped the phone of Leo's hands and sat on his chest in retaliation.

Leo spread his hands behind his head and fluttered his eyelashes, before wheezing, "Why, why Mr. Grace, you're so forward."

Jason shoved his foot in Leo's face. Leo shouted and slapped it away with spluttering indignation. "Fuck off and suffocate, Valdez." He turned to his phone. His heart exploded in his chest. Panic induced upwards his throat. "Oh my fucking gods, Leo." He shoved both his feet into Leo's face again, kicking at his jaw.

Ignoring Leo's protesting yells, Jason scanned the string of messages in the chat. The first one started off okay. Yo, who is this? Then they slowly began to deteriorate into complete nonsense. Probably as Jason and Leo were fighting over the phone.

Crap, crap, crap, he thought, as he began typing out apologies.

Sorry for that, it was my friend, he was wondering why you keep DMing me even though we don't know each other. He sent the text and closed out of the app before planting both feet beside Leos face and flaring down at him.

Jason bonked him again then twitched as his phone buzzed. The notification read XghostkingX sent you a message. Leo squirmed under Jason's weight. "Did he respond? Is he telling you why he keeps sending you messages? Is he hot?"

Leo batted his eyelashes Sweetly. Jason bonked him on the head with his phone. "I am going to eat you one day, Leo."

"I don't care what you do to me, so long as I get to come first," Leo said.

Jason swatted at him as he opened up the text.

Haha, no problem. I was wondering when you were going to say something. I'm Nico. Sorry for all the recipes. I was sick with the flu and couldn't remember how to save them to my notes app. I meant to send them to my sister, but I messed up on her username. I'm dyslexic. Powered through it but it does get worse when I can't think straight. Actually using speech to text right now. Filling in the punctuations after the fact. Anyway, you never said anything so I just kept saving there here to refer back to. Kind of easier than opening my notes app all the time to be honest.

Another text popped up. A picture this time. Followed by a series of more pictures. All of food. Jason recognized some of them from the recipes he'd clicked through out of curiosity. The plating was different. A little less professional, but they looked just as good as they had in the videos.

Some of the photos had a cute boy in the background. He presented the plates with a shy look on his face. His dark shaggy hair was pulled back in a few photos.

Some of my successes, the next message read.

Quickly Jason texted back, Is that you?

Yeah, Nico's reply read. My sister took them to send to my grandma in Venice. I usually just photograph the food. I have other pictures on my page. You can follow if you want.

Jason didn't hesitate before replying, Okay.

He clicked Nico's username and hit the follow button before waiting patiently. A second later the page opened up for him. Nico had a lot of pictures of food, dogs, paintings. There were few pictures of him as Jason scrolled mindlessly through his accounts. The ones that did feature him were always flocked by two other girls - one white and tall, with a braid tucked over her shoulder and fierce eyes, the other short and black with a wide smile, typically tucked under one of their arms.

Jason clicked on a picture of what looked to lasagna roll-up but much fancier and sent it to the chat. That looks good. I don't remember seeing a post for it.

That's my grandma's recipe, Nico typed back. It's a chicken cannelloni. Trade secret though. Can't give it to you. There was a brief lull before another message popped up. But I could make it for you, if you're interested. Make up for spamming you these last five years. Laughing face emoji.

Jason paused. Then, Does it travel well? Who knows if the USPS will keep it fresh.

My dad lives in the Bay Area, Nico replied with a laughing face emoji. And I'm here for the next couple months. Another brief pause while Jason's mind caught up with the air in his lungs. If you didn't want people to know where you lived, you shouldn't post pictures of yourself at university. Congrats on your win by the way.

A deep heat crossed Jason's face. So Nico had checked out his page? What did he think of the personality Jason exhibited through carefully selected photographs and captions? Did he think he was cool?

Beneath him Leo was still struggling and wheezing. Jason ignored him as he typed. I'd be creeped out, but that cannoli thing looks too good, so yeah, why not?

Nico's reply was a cute smiley emoji. Here's my number, he wrote. Call me when you wanna come over. Takes a while to make the pasta from scratch but I'm sure I can keep you entertained. Another smiling emoji.

Jason swallowed around his rising emotions. Sounds good. I'll let you know when I'm free.

A thumbs up and another smiley face.

Finally, he slid off of Leo's chest and landed on the hardwood floors. Leo inhaled dramatically then coughed rapidly before flipping over to his stomach. He groaned as he pushed himself up to his knees. Jason exited the chat.

"So, you getting that dick or what?" Leo drawled. Jason shoved him back as he laughed deliriously.

"Shut up." He pushed up to a stand and dragged Leo off the floor. "He's gonna make me one of his recipes."

"Ahh, dinner date."

Jason cuffed Leo's shoulder before wrapping him in a headlock. Leo laughed boisterously and didn't fight back. Instead he licked a long line down Jason's arm. Jason rolled his eyes and pinched his ear before letting him go.

"It's not a date." He smoothed down his shirt and began looking through his calendar. "He's just trying to make up for spamming me these last five years."

"Uh huh," Leo said, with a twinkle in his eyes that Jason sometimes loved and sometimes hated.

"Yeah, uh huh," Jason muttered back.

Another notification popped up. Without a second thought, Jason clicked it. A picture of a small cake with elaborate icing work and chocolate drips. Nico was in the background, crouched low so all you could see was his face, flour in his hair, a little bit of icing smeared on his cheek. He was smiling wide, eyes glancing up at the person taking the picture. Underneath the photo were the words, For dessert?

Jason hearted the photo immediately and wrote, Sounds good. It looks delicious.

Leo leaned over his shoulder. "He does look pretty delicious."

Jason swatted him away, cheeks burning. "Fuck off, Valdez." Leo cackled behind him before jogging back into Jason's bedroom. Jason turned back to the photo. Nico did look really nice. Messy in a cute way.

Maybe if Jason played his cards right, he could score more than a free dinner and a cute dessert.

[cha-melodius]

Has anyone done Director’s Cut for All the Old Showstoppers yet? I don’t have anything specific, just your favorite tidbits from the story or something?

I reread it over coffee this morning and it inspired a lemon olive oil cake, so’s you know ;)

Hello my dear!! I believe you saw my other discussion of this fic in a previous ask, but I'll link it again here. I love that it inspired you to bake!! God, writing this fic made me so hungry. 😂 In that spirit, I'd like to talk about the recipes/baked goods in All the Old Showstoppers.

I did a lot of looking at previous Celebrity Bake Off challenges to try to figure out what they might get as challenges. Generally, they're easier than the main Bake Off challenges, but they've definitely been getting tougher! I wrote the part where Henry is practicing macarons before they actually put macarons in the Celebrity Bake Off in the recent season, lol.

On Bake Off they have the contestants bake a Victoria sponge before the competition starts to test the equipment. I suspect (but do not know for sure) that some celebrities get a crash course in baking at this point, too. Victoria sponge was, of course, a perfect opportunity for a joke about Queen Victoria.

Signature: sweet pies. I knew from the beginning that Alex's would be a pecan pie with a bourbon kick because Alex is a bourbon drinker. It seemed reasonable it could be a Grandma Claremont recipe, while he'd honor his Mexican relatives in a later challenge. Henry's I chose kind of at random after browsing pie recipes on BBC Good Food, but also for the ripe opportunities for apple pie jokes.

Technical: I wanted it to be meringue-based because of the potential timing issues, and also to play off Henry's macaron technique. I considered pavlova but then discovered these little Petit Merveilleux which seemed exactly like the thing they'd put in a Bake Off technical.

Showstopper: tiered cakes. I needed Henry to make a giant cake (iykyk), and I knew I wanted it to be a tribute to Arthur. The jaffa cake-inspired recipe was all me daydreaming, but I'd love to make one sometime. Alex's cake being tres leches for his Abuela Diaz also seemed like a gimme but, as he says in the fic, it doesn't make for good tiering or carving. I found some Mexican food blogger that had done a cinnamon cake with cajeta buttercream and it felt perfect. I can't actually remember where the strawberry-guava jam filling idea came from?

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[itsfairly]

this one is for my latines cuz have you thought how fascinated Nanami would be if he stepped into one of our bakeries? I saw this post talking about how obsessed Nanami would be in a Mexican bakery and it got me thinking about it.

I know he said he isn't good with sweets, but imagine him seeing pan dulce. Conchas, torcidos, empanadas, orejas, ojo de buey, and whatnot.

I would a hundred percent pull up with a bag filled with different pan dulce and try them out with him. Having them out on the table on a plate after pulling them out of the bag, seeing the way his eyes scan over the different colors and textures as he imagines the kind of taste they have.

They look different from the kind of bread he usually gets and I know he might doubt whether he will like them. Sweet is in the name after all and he doesn't have a sweet tooth like others. But still, the bread is already laid out, making him curious. It's bread at the end of the day, it can't taste that different?

The moment he bites that piece off the oreja, the glint in his eye makes it obvious he liked it. And the same goes for the concha. And the mantecado. And the bolillo. And the many other breads on the table until they are all missing a piece.

While some of them are practically sugar bombs, most of them aren't. Sure, they are sweet, but not as sweet as they look. Some are buttery, some are crunchy while others are fluffy. I imagine bolillos being one of his favorites, along with puerquitos since the pig-shape of the cookie is pretty cute.

You're gonna see this man, know that he loves bread, and tell me he wouldn't be in awe at pan dulce? It simply doesn't click in my mind how could he not. He would try to learn the names of the types of pan dulce, ask for the kinds I like the most and trying them as soon as I point to the bread. Hell, he might as well make some coffee so he can enjoy the bread as he should.

I imagine that with time many other kinds of pan dulce may grow on him, maybe crave it with a cup of coffee (I would a hundred percent introduce him to cafe de olla too), maybe have it as a quick breakfast or a small snack before going to bed. Who knows, there's a chance he might give it a go, and start looking up recipes. He may or may not want to learn to do his favorites himself.

I don't know about y'all, but the idea of this man liking pan dulce seems like a no brainer for me.

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For the gift thing, how about something casteshipping with eggnog for a prompt?

I was going to wait another week before posting any of my Holiday Prompts, but this one has been done for a few weeks now, so I'm throwing it out into the wild.

This ended up as an Office Party AU. Enjoy!

Atem sipped the hot cocoa in his hands, subtly listening to the conversations being carried on by the people around him and eyeing others as they celebrated the holiday festivities. He was glad to see that everyone was enjoying the party he’d set up for them.

Most of the people that attended these things worked in one of the offices or cubicles of the building, so seeing one of the janitorial staff was a bit surprising. Though, given who this particular janitor was…he shouldn’t have been.

He’d seen the white haired man a few times, and had even spoken to him on occasion. The man made it clear how he felt about the higher-ups, apparently not realizing Atem’s role in the company.

He had to admit, he liked how refreshing it was to have someone that was straightforward and honest with him, instead of kissing ass in an attempt to get into his good graces. He’d thought about revealing his position to the janitor a few times, but decided to wait until the right opportunity presented itself.

Right now, the man was getting a lot of annoyed glares. The fact that he kept walking up to everyone and slinging an arm around peoples shoulders like they were all close friends probably didn’t help.

Every group he approached treated him the same: Shrugging off the arm, rolling their eyes (sometimes with an arrogant scoff), and the group walking away to be somewhere else. He didn’t seem to be too put out though, as he’d just shrug and move onto the next group.

After massively failing to be included with any of the groups, the man finally made his way over to where Atem had been casually observing the room.

“What a snore-fest,” the man commented as he leaned on the wall and turned a scar-stitched eye towards him. “I always hear how wild these things can get. I have to say, I feel really let down.”

This prompted a smile and a small laugh out of Atem. “I suppose their boss being in the room keeps them on their best behavior.”

“Pffft, who cares,” the man said dismissively. “You can’t tell me he set out alcoholic eggnog with the expectations of his underlings being on their best behavior. No, this man wanted to see them loosen up.”

Atem glanced at the cup in the man’s hand. “I see you had no problem giving it a taste-test.”

The man took a large drink from the cup, making it obvious he enjoyed it.

“Best I’ve tasted. My guess is this shit is made from scratch with some top shelf booze. None of that cheap store-bought crap spiked with something just as cheap. Honestly…” He motioned towards everyone else in the room. “...those stuck-up assholes don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

Atem peaked a curious brow. “It’s that good?”

“Fuck yeah,” the man said casually. “Here, you should try some,” he said while holding the cup out towards Atem.

Atem took the cup from him, then gave him a sly glance. “Before I go drinking out of the same cup as you, can I get a name? You seem to have a bad habit of keeping your badge hidden when working.”

The man chuckled. “That’s because it keeps getting caught on everything when I’m cleaning up after these slobs…not that they care to know the name of the person that has to plunge the toilets after them. Seriously, that guy over there, he should lay off on Mexican food. I’m this close to calling a bomb squad each time I see him walk into the mens room.”

Atem couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that remark, and the man joined him, earning them quite a few stares.

“The name’s Bakhure,” the man stated once both he and Atem had subsided from their laughter.

“Well, Bakhure,” Atem said while raising the glass in his hand. “It’s nice to know that you enjoy my personal recipe.” He took a swallow and handed it back to Bakhure, who seemed to be suddenly piecing things together.

“Oh shit…you’re the boss…like…the Big Boss…”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I like ‘Big Boss’,” Atem said while pretending to think. “I think ‘Corporate Asshole who doesn’t have a clue what it’s like having to come to work sick because they can’t afford the day off’ was much more creative. Sadly, no one has been able to tell me if the ‘lowly peons’ like being able to accrue paid sick leave regardless if they are part or full time.”

Atem waited to see Bakhure’s reaction, feeling amused as it was obvious that more things were beginning to fall into place for the man.

“Okay…I gotta admit, that was a real breath of fresh air. We don’t spread whatever one of us has through the ranks now, because we can actually stay home and rest instead of coming in with a fever.”

He looked warily at Atem. “How come you never told me you were the one running things?”

Atem quietly laughed. “And ruin the opportunity to hear an honest review about myself and how I’m running things? Why would I have wanted to do that?”

“Okay, let me rephrase the question. Why tell me now?” Bakhure asked earnestly.

Atem sighed, keeping a pleasant smile on his face. “Because I’ve been curious for a while now as to whether you genuinely didn’t know, or if you just didn’t care who I was. I’ve also been curious if you’d be like everyone else and just start backpedaling and trying to kiss ass.”

Bakhure snorted. “I only kiss ass in the bedroom…and occasionally bite.”

Atem gave him a curious glance. “How much eggnog have you had?”

Bakhure grinned. “Not nearly enough.”

“So…does that mean…?” Atem asked, giving Bakhura a knowing look.

“Depends. Will sleeping with the boss get me a raise?”

Atem laughed again. “I was planning on giving you one anyways…but it would mean having to take on a new position.”

Bakhure gave him a playful look. “I like new positions.”

“I meant within the company,” Atem clarified, trying to keep his face from betraying his other thoughts to the rest of the room.

Bakhure’s playful look turned to disappointment. “Oh…”

“Though,” Atem began, his voice low and seductive, hoping no one would overhear what he said next. “If you wanted, we could go up to my office and ‘discuss’ the new position in more detail. Maybe grab some more eggnog on our way out? I’m certain you are more than qualified for multiple ‘positions’.”

Bakhure raised his cup in a toast to the air before downing the rest, licking his lips after.

“I assure you, I am very qualified…and I won’t leave you disappointed.”

Atem gestured for Bakhure to take his leave first, both stopping by the bowl of eggnog before heading towards the room’s exit.

[themuse-if]

20 (or so) Questions with De Hartley

Let's find out more about the tall, dark and gorgeous bassist of The Rebel Rejects! Are they all work and no play?

Interviewer: Delphine/Desmond, thanks for diving into a more detailed conversation with me. Let's start with your birthday – Capricorn, right?

De: Absolutely, January 9th. It's right at the beginning of the year, and I guess it adds a bit of structure to the chaos.

Interviewer: Makes sense. Do you go by any nicknames, or is it all about Delphine/Desmond?

De: Most people just call me Delphine/Desmond. You can call me De though, my friends do, and we're friends right. *saucy smirk* It's short and sweet. And I'm one of those things. *winks*

Interviewer: Indeed you are pretty tall. Got it. Wait are you flir... *intensely flustered* Uh anyways so, beyond the Rebel Rejects and the music scene, what are some of your good traits?

De: Determination, adaptability, and a good sense of humor. I find humor to be a great coping mechanism, especially when things get intense.

Interviewer: Solid combo. And what about the flip side? Any challenging traits?

De: I can be a bit too serious at times. The weight of high expectations, both from myself and others, can make it challenging to lighten up.

Interviewer: Understandable. Hobbies outside of music – tell me more about your love for cooking.

De: Cooking is a therapeutic escape for me. It's a creative outlet, and the first fancy thing my dads taught me was mushroom risotto with seared scallops. Been perfecting it ever since.

Interviewer: Sounds delicious. Let's explore strengths a bit more. Besides the music, what do you see as your greatest strength?

De: Adaptability. Life throws curveballs, and I've learned to roll with the punches. It's like a survival skill.

Interviewer: Admirable. And your biggest weakness?

De: Perfectionism. I set high standards for myself and others, and it can be a challenge to accept that not everything can be flawless.

Interviewer: It's a common struggle. Describe yourself in one word.

De: Driven.

Interviewer: And how do you think others see you in one word?

De: Reliable.

Interviewer: Moving on to fears. What’s your greatest fear?

De: *deep sigh* Failing to meet the expectations set by my dads. I want to succeed and make them proud. The pressure is real.

Interviewer: Tough pressure indeed. What are your top priorities at this point in your life?

De: Success in the music scene with the Rebel Rejects is paramount. Making my dads proud and ensuring the well-being of my friends – they're like family.

Interviewer: Speaking of family, tell me more about your relationship with your dads.

De: They're both amazing individuals – a jazz bassist and an NY Times food critic. They've been incredibly supportive, giving me all the tools to succeed. Sure they can be a bit tough on me but it's only made me realize my true potential. And they've always made sure to make time for fun family shenanigans. They're my role models and my biggest cheerleaders.

Interviewer: It sounds like you've had a wonderful support system. Future goals – what's on your agenda?

De: Success in music, of course. Beyond that, I want to explore different cuisines, maybe even try my hand at culinary pursuits. Travel, see the world – there's so much out there to experience.

Interviewer: Sounds exciting. How would you spend a rainy day in more detail?

De: Cozy at home, experimenting with new recipes, maybe indulging in a good book or movie. Rainy days have this calming effect, perfect for culinary creations.

Interviewer: Perfect. Favorite book?

De: "Mexican Gothic" by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. It has a bit of a slow start but once you get to what lies beneath, it's absolutely gripping. I could barley fish it since I was so invested...but I won't give too much away.

Interviewer: Great choice. And your favorite movie?

De: I'm actually a sucker for musicals. I think my favorite would have to be "Across The Universe" and I'm not even a Beatles fan. The music, the visuals, the artistry to take songs made wholly by someone else and then create a fully fleshed out story. The film captures the essence of the time and the bittersweet reality that people were facing, and it does it in a fantastical surrealist way.

Interviewer: Lovely. Any dark secrets or unconventional experiences you're willing to share in more detail?

De: Honestly I'm an open book. Not really a secret, but I'm adopted. It's never been a complex for me. My dads are my family, and that's what matters.

Interviewer: Beautifully put. Switching lanes, What's your best physical feature?

De: Hmm maybe my beautiful brown eyes, or my full lips. *looks from your eyes to your lips and back* Why don't you tell me?

Interviewer: Oh you're trouble aren't you?

De: I don't know what you mean. *small smile, unassuming shrug*

Interviewer: *clears throat* Could someone get me some water? Ah thank you. *takes a sip staring at De* Anyways, next question. What about your worst physical feature?

De: *chuckles* Um I don't really think I have one. *looks down at their hands* My fingers maybe they're a bit calloused and rough from playing bass and occasional cuts in the kitchen.

Interviewer: Ok, and lastly, how would you describe being in love?

De: Shared passions, shared dreams, and supporting each other's individual goals. It's not just about the destination – it's the journey, experiencing the highs and lows together. It's knowing that someone will be there for you not only to enjoy life with you, but to hold you accountable and make sure you're happy with the path that you've chosen.

Interviewer: Well expressed, De. Thanks for sharing your journey in more detail. Excited to see where life takes you and the Rebel Rejects!

[ihavemanyhusbands]

ooooo for a one shot or blurb imagine aaron trying SO HARD to perfect one of latina! readers cultural foods as a way to surprise her when she’s sick 🤗 i just know he’d be so sweet like that 🥰🥰 waking up earlier than usual and travelling to multiple stores just to get all the right ingredients for it 🤭

(I'm Mexican so I'm gonna use a Mexican dish -- Sopa Tolteca!)

Papasito Hotch making soup for his nalgona <3 😩

"Shit, okay..." Aaron muttered to himself, eyes scanning the entirety of the produce section.

Thankfully, a store clerk appeared from another aisle, and Aaron flagged him down.

"Excuse me, do you guys have, uh..." he double-checked his phone, where he had his list of ingredients. "Nopales?"

Entirely too amused at his slight panic, the store clerk pointed him in the right direction. Aaron felt like deflating from utter relief. "Okay, now how about some Poblano chilis?"

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"Yes... I mean, si," Aaron stirred the pot, his cell phone cradled between his shoulder and ear. "Er, tres chiles, si..."

The kitchen and sink were littered with pots and pans and other utensils. Ingredients were laid out on the island, some chopped, others washed, and a couple ready to be thrown into the soup.

He'd been on the phone with your mother for over an hour, having her walk him through the recipe of one of your favorite soups. You were napping in the bedroom, oblivious to his culinary experimentations.

You had a bit of a cold and hadn't been feeling all that great. He'd immediately jumped to take care of you, bringing you medicine and blankets and anything that might help ease your discomfort. The most daunting task was cooking this for you, but he tried anyway because he wanted to make you happy.

He blew on the spoon to cool down the broth before tasting it. He felt a swell of pride in his chest as he realized he'd actually done a pretty decent job. He snapped a pic of it to send to your mom later, sure that your entire family would also be seeing it.

"Listo! It's ready," he said into the receiver. "Muchas gracias, doña. I'll let you know if she likes it. Wish me luck! Suerte!"

Hanging up, he ladled some soup into a bowl and brought it to the bedroom, knocking on the door softly. You had woken up from your nap not too long before he came in, so you smiled blearily at him, rubbing your eyes.

"Look, mi amor," he said, presenting the steaming bowl to you as he sat on the bed next to you. "I made you sopita."

Your eyes widened a little in both surprise and delight. Your lower lip quivered with emotion as you felt a tidal wave of love for him washing over you.

"Awww amor! This is so sweet!" You sniffled, squeezing his leg appreciatively. "Oh, I really wish I could smell this right now..."

"Here, let me feed my Preciosa," he said, dipping a spoon into the bowl and then blowing on it before bringing it closer to your lips. "Say 'ah'."