Ethan Dolan Imagines

mexican food ❁

i tried to make it funny, but i failed. im sorry!

and also mexican food is the best thing to ever happen on planet earth. im half mexican, and my family makes the best food. anyWAYS, k bYe.

requested by : @-peachyavocado

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"you look f.ucking hot still. grayson actually cut your hair really well," you complemented his new haircut. he didn't feel the same way.

"i look like a goldfish, like a little tiny baby goldfish," he whined and sipped at his coke. "where's the food? it feels like we've been waiting for years!"

"it's been two minutes, calm down," you roll your eyes.

"cAlM dOwN," ethan mocked.

"f.uck boy," you muttered under your breath.

"did you say something, ash?" he looked over at you with raised eyebrows.

"sorry, f.uckboy," you coughed in your hand. "whoops."

he gave you a plain look before the food arrived at your table. you got enchiladas because they're the best thing to happen on planet earth. and ethan got menudo. you both thanked the waiter as he placed your plates down and walked away.

"this is my first time actually having real mexican food. i'm kinda nervous," he reaches for his spoon.

"it's food for crying out loud. just eat it!"

he laughs and eats his menudo when his face lights up. "holy s.hit! this is good. excuse me? mr. waiter, sir? can i get like twenty of these to go?" he takes another bite and shakes his head. "why is this so good?"

"because mexican food is always good?" you say while eating your enchiladas.

"i want to bathe in this," he says. he stands up and puts the hot menudo in himself before rubbing it all over. "f.uck! im gonna taste so good, baby girl!" the other people in the restaurant looked at ethan with worried eyes. you sat with an amused look on your face as you ran to the bakery part of the restaurant to grab a sweet bread. he grabbed a pan dulce and took a big bite of it. "ohmygosh." he had a tear run down his face. "how can it be this good?"

"sir, are you alright?" the waiter asked with his hands out.

"he's f.ucking mental!" you yell to the waiter. you didn't mind ethan's outburst because you had enchiladas and guacamole by your side.

ethan grabbed the waiter by the shirt and shoved the pan dulce in his face. "give me more. give me two more!" he yelled. "im mexican! im a mexican!" he suddenly stops and turns to you. "wait, you're mexican. do you taste this good, princess?"