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Blackened Salmon with Jalapeño Mango Salsa over Cilantro Lime Rice
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mintjeru · 7 months
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i just think they would be good friends
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open for better quality | no reposts
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everydaylouie · 1 year
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GORON CITY SALSA (been listening to Fania Records stuff!)
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andonuts-about-you · 4 months
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oh. oh Itoi wants my wallet DEAD
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haveyouheardthisband · 2 months
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catfindr · 4 months
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nickpeppermint · 3 months
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‼️ THE SCRUNKLIES ‼️
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH !
THANK YOU HOBONICHI ! 💖✨
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scoutingthetrooper · 1 year
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phonographica · 3 months
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Johnny El Bravo – Te Imaginas (1989)
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brattylikestoeat · 3 months
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morethansalad · 16 days
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Pineapple Chipotle Salsa (Vegan)
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fattributes · 2 months
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Crispy Chicken, Rice, and Bean Burritos
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secr3tlover · 9 months
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Dancing with You
pairing: 1610!miles morales/fem!latina!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1,058
warnings: nothing that i can think of tbh?
summary: reader and miles are in an established relationship, there’s a roof party happening at miles’ house and they sneak out to a more private area :)
fyi: i’m latina so all the spanish should be absolutely correct 👍 i didn’t translate but google translate is only a couple clicks away for any non-spanish-speaking readers
“Ay! Mierda.” You exclaimed as you accidentally tripped over your shoelaces, climbing up the stars to the roof of the Morales’ building. You had gone downstairs to get a drink, only to find out that they were out of Coca-Cola, so you figured you’d just settle for the punch they had back on the roof—although you had a sneaking suspicion Tia Marta had spiked it.
Tying your shoes quickly you burst open through the door, out onto the fresh air of the roof. You were glad to get out of the tight staircase, filled with cob webs and bad energy. Not that you were doing much during the party anyways. You were waiting for Miles, your boyfriend, who was running a little late due to being held up by his Spider-Man duties.
He had revealed his identity to you a couple months ago, your immediate reaction being shock but then settling. You were very understanding, and when he confided in you that he was nervous about how his parents would react, you encouraged him to tell them. They’d reacted similarly to you at first, shocked, then a bit angry at the deception, but accepting. Telling them was better for him anyways, they understood his tardiness at times and his responsibilities not only as a student but as the caretaker of the city.
You were brought back out of your reverie by a buzzing coming from your back pocket. Pulling your phone out as you were walking to the drinks table, you saw the incoming message.
Almosr therd, ser yiu soom
Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you replied back.
oye! no swinging while texting!
As the message finally sent through, you heard the door bursting open behind you. Turning around, you saw Miles still fidgeting with his shoe, hopping on one leg in your direction.
“Miles!” You beamed happily, smiling and rolling your eyes at his foolishness.
“Hey baby.” He piped as he finally caught up to you. He slipped his hands around your waist and lower back, giving you a chaste kiss before pulling away.
“Where are our parents?” He questioned, looking around for them while still keeping his hands on your waist.
“They’re over there, making conversation I guess. Do you wanna go say hi to them?” You replied, offering the option.
He looked down at you, “I probably should… or,” He leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling you, “we could sneak away?”
“Sneak away? Miles acabas de llegar!” You chastised.
“Not that far! Just up there. Cmon…” He pointed up to to a little area covered by a bulky-looking roof, away from everyone, trying to convince you.
Well… you guys didn’t have to be gone for that long, just a little while. Plus, once everybody saw he was here you’d never get any alone time with him…
“Fine.” You sighed, shaking your head at how easily you caved. “Awesome! Dale cmon, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling you through the crowd of people as quickly and discreetly as possible. As you were walking you saw him sneakily swipe a plate of croquetas and galletas de soda. Grinning and rolling your eyes, you continued to be pulled by him until you finally arrived to the little secluded area.
It was way quieter up here, although the low bustle of the party and the music could still be heard pretty clearly.
He set the plate of food down on the railing and leaned against it, pulling you into him. You placed your hands on his chest as he wrapped one hand around yours.
“You look pretty today, I mean-“ He stumbled over his words. “You look pretty everyday, but you look extra pretty today.” You smiled, your face getting red and leaned your head against his chest, your arms going to wrap around his middle.
“I missed you today.” You mumbled into his sweater. “Me too mi sol, me too.” He replied, sighing in content at having you in his arms, pressing a kiss onto your head. You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.
Eventually you pried yourself from his arms, leaning against the railing next to him and munching on the food you brought. For a while you both talked about your day, making jokes about the people at the party, teasing each other, having an easy conversation.
“Wait why didn’t Ganke call dispatch again?” You reiterated in question.
“Something about not wanting to be my ‘guy in the chair’ because the old Spider-Man’s ‘guy in the chair’ turned into a lizard… I told him I wouldn’t let that happen but he just said Peter Parker said the same.” He said, frowning, obviously still a little salty about the situation.
You snorted, “Poor baby,” Going up to him to pinch his cheeks, you shot him a sympathetic smile “It’s okay, you don’t need a guy in the chair anyways. You’ve got me, and your parents.” He grabbed one of your hands, placing a light kiss on it. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
He leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours, opening his mouth to say something before, “Oh my gosh! Miles! I love this song!” You shouted in joy as ‘Ven Devorame Otra Vez’ flooded your ears.
You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the center of the area, “Dance with me! Please…” You pleaded.
“Okay, okay!” He chuckled, letting you pull him. He placed one hand on your waist and held your other next to your shoulders, in the typical couple position for salsa. You guys started dancing to the simple salsa steps, him performing them with ease now as you had taught him not long ago, that whole day spent in your room with salsa music blasting, you both laughing and correcting his missteps.
As the song got more lively you started doing more intricate but fun turns and spins, laughing and dancing to the beat of the music. You continued dancing, him missing a couple steps every now and then but you just shaking your head at him.
“I think your salsa teacher wasn’t very good…” You joked, as he missed another step by accident.
As the end of the song approached, you did one last spin, him ending it with a dip, surprising you. “Nah, fue perfecta.”
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everythingwithwasabi · 8 months
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Zesty Loaded Black Bean Salsa
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izzypaw · 9 months
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lucasposting again
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visualbite · 10 months
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Carne Asada Torta
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