#MI GENTE LATINO

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jayvik fanart: 😍

jayvik fanart with whitewashed jayce: 😡

[satinstardrop]

mi amorcito VASSAGO BABEY!!!!!!! I love hot latino representation<3 i love my little feisty birb

[pedriscroquettes]

franco con bzrp, nicki nicole, y duki 🥹

[purrplegyuu]

You don’t know that, but three and a half years ago, i couldn’t even understand one single sentence (i’m still bad at english, but im improving 😭)

[latinotiktok]

Knuckles peruano

[slumpmj]

i will never forgive yall for not telling me sooner that there was a latino THIS BAD in the movie industry😝

[waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle]

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Summary: Life leads you to treacherous roads after deciding to enter the dangerous life you knew well not to follow.Having gojo by your side inviting you deeper and deeper into all that’s wrong in the world, inciting you to be selfish and carefree wasn’t supposed to be to your liking, so why do you shiver with adrenaline every time he decides to be the devil on your shoulder?

Contents: Mafia boss gojo x secretary reader.(civilian au ig)

-Secret crush Gojo!

-Yandere Gojo

Gojo being an egocentric bitch! Wealthy gojo! X no nonsense reader.

Warnings: trigger warning if you’re not interested in anything mafia related. The narration of this story is inspired by Latin and Asian mafia. Violence and use of blood!

Wc:1.8k

🏷:@busyreader17 @starlight5cat @xavlyzn

(Idk If I was supposed to tag y’all in the new chapter, sorry if it bothers you but I’m kinda new to this whole fanfic tumblr thing 🙈🫶🏻)

Chapter 4

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As the busy Shanghai nightlife contrasted your gloominess with its vibrant lights and loud people, you allowed your anger to fuel your fast-paced steps to lead you to your destination.

What destination exactly?

Well…

You didn’t know just yet.

Before you could notice you got lost in the beautiful chaos that is this city, a city where you know no one and all you have on yourself is your cellphone. As you stood still thinking about what your next move should be, then you suddenly smiled at yourself as you remembered you somehow managed to lose that long-legged freak about two blocks ago.

That peace is shortly interrupted as you feel a cold finger touch your shoulder from the Back.

-“I Know I have made a mistake and I’ll accept any punishment that doesn’t include you leaving my side. That one is the most unbearable of them all.”-He muttered as he looked down unable to face your distraught expression.-“Plus did you really think you’d lose me after springing some blocks?”- He said as he returned his gaze to yours.-“ I always come back you know. And for you specifically, I’ll even crawl back if it’s necessary.”

To you it sounded like a joke but you would be surprised if you knew what he was capable of doing for your love.

All you could do was give him a disgusted look as you responded.

-“You make me sick, what’s your fucking problem?! You dare to almost put me and jail and then you show up high and mighty begging for forgiveness?? Why should I forgive you? All you’ve caused me are problems and to your discontent, I’m finally done with all of this.”

He showed a displeased expression as he noticed you didn’t care for his sincere apology, but he wasn’t gonna let this slide so he pulled you into an abandoned alleyway with the hopes that you could talk better.

-“Let go of me! I’m not going anywhere with you.”-you blurted out as you smacked his hand away.

-“Please just hear me out, if you're not content with my apology I’ll let you go.”- He lied through his teeth as he showed you his puppy eyes.He was putting his life on the line with this acting gig , he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you decided to abandon him.

You glare at him in a distrusting matter, but as you recall he’s never been dishonest right up to this moment. So you lower your claws and follow him to where he wants to go.

-“If I’m being honest with you I’m not used to treating normal people like you, I’m used to treating thugs who wouldn’t give a damn if they lost everything in a second. So I could say that I did what I did thinking you wouldn’t care for much for it, now l know it’s not an excuse and I’ll have you know that I take full responsibility for my actions and that I-“

Gojo was interrupted during his speech by a rustle at the entrance of the alleyway.

The next thing you know a beer bottle is being thrown next to your head, you can’t help but scream out and duck to the floor trying to process what just happened, your boss turns as he feels for something under his coat, scanning the area for danger.

As the steps, Drew closer a group of 3 tough -looking guys stomped in, each of them playing with a different weapon in their rough scarred hand. As they targeted the two of you with their eyes the tallest who seemed to be the leader ultimately spoke.

-“Finally I catch you two alone, sorry to break up your lover's quarrel but me and that albino bastard have some business to tend to. So I’ll let a fine lady like yourself leave, but you.”- He spat out as he pointed a flick knife directly at gojo.-“But since this cheating mother fucker doesn’t know how to respect my boss’s territory. I guess I’ll have to teach this preppy son of a bitch some respect.”

You looked up at Gojo for some sort of response but all he did was stare at the offender as if he knew something the other party didn’t. As if this confrontation was an opportunity instead of an inconvenience. An opportunity to let go of all of his pent-up frustration, an opportunity to let all his raw, nasty feelings out after caging them up for a gentleman-like facade for your pretty self.

-“3 against one. Your boss’s a bitch for sending you all to do this.”-Gojo said as he looked around for something, as soon as he found what he was looking for his eyes sparkled. He crouched down and cuffed up his charcoal grey suit up to his elbows revealing a tattoed forearm twisted with black and white thorns.

As the tall figure in front of you grasped a long metal tube; he flexed his veins in the dim night light. In your time meeting him you never thought that he had all that ink under those tailored designed suits.

-“Awww how cute gonna defend your girlfriend? If you feel the odds against you; we’ll let her join, we won’t be too hard on her.”-The offender slurred as he looked at your trembling frame, hugging your knees as if you could hide like a ball.

Cold sweat adorned your forehead as you pondered the chances of getting out of this one alive, you couldn’t yell out for help or call trusty Geto without the gangster knowing. All you could do was pray that Gojo could land a hard punch and that your quivering knees wouldn’t give up on you if you managed to run away.

Next, their leader clenched his sticknife firmly in his hand as he launched forward at Gojo, but to your surprise, your boss swung back the metal stick as if it was a baseball bat that then struck the poor man’s head; his head bounced at impact, the force of the hit forcing his body to slum against the brick wall.

-“Gojo!”-You yelled out in horror with the hopes that all this nightmare and suffering would end in a second.

-“Sorry baby, please turn away. Who hits first; hits hardest.”-Grumbled the icy-eyed man as he looked back at you for a split second he wore the biggest smile on his blood-splattered face.

As soon as they saw their leader down the two henchmen tried to attack Gojo but before they could get close enough your knight in rusted armor whacked the pole against oh the guy's stomach causing him to hit the ground in excruciating pain as he grasped his stomach, next thing you know the other guy has his knees shattered as is now sobbing as he clutches his legs, rolling in pain.

You didn’t want this, this isn’t what you had planned, all you wanted to do was explore the city, but before you could continue to lament yourself as you lay there in shock looking at the agonizing figures before you. The noise of the metal stick hitting the ground interrupts you. Slowly your boss starts to get closer and soon you smell the blood reek on his tux.

Before he could say anything you lunged to hug his built torso as you cried into his chest smearing mascara all over the expensive cloth, he felt his heart flutter at the feeling of having you all on him in a disheveled matter. And as soon as he hugged you back, all the chaos was worth it for him. He would beat up as many guys as necessary just so he could sense your small frame quiver under his touch as you looked for solace in him.

And if you were being honest, you hated to admit it but you felt protected and cared as he combed your hair with his slender fingers. Your cheeks blushes as he planted a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

Sniffing his cologne mixed with sweat and blood wasn’t all that bad if he continued to Pat you back with one hand as he swaddled your face with the other. Maybe you were taking advantage of the situation but your heart felt full and warm as he coddled you in his arms.

But as if god heard you and punished you for your thoughts he promptly stepped away to look into your teary eyes and say.

-“C'mon princess, we gotta leave this place.”

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It is currently 12 am and you are back at the villa, as you try to comprehend all that just happened, Gojo swipes a warm wet cloth across your face attempting to remove your ruined makeup. The bed sunk under his weight as he carefully tugged your eyelashes under the damp towel to get you as clean as possible as he sat beside you in clean fresh sweat.

Geto stands beside him as the guilt eats him up for not protecting you as he should have.

All he did was run to your rescue as soon as his best friend gave him your location. But in the end, all he felt like was a useless piece of shit, as he stared at your puffy eyes his cell phone rang in his pocket, he then promptly exits the room putting the bowl on the nightstand so he could take the call and not bother you any further.

As your boss notices you start to yawn, he quickly stands up to cover you with a fluffy blanket that is laid at your bed rest.

-“I feel pathetic, You're the one that saved mebut here you are tending to me.”-You mumbled as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

He just grinned and patted your head.

-“I was the one who put you in that mess, so in the end I hope you find forgiveness in your heart for an idiot like me.”- He responded as he scratched his undercut.

You managed to let out a chuckle.

-“You saved my life, I guess we can call it even then.”- Even though it cost you to say that in the end he deserved it. You knew what kind of business you were getting into , and even though he lied to you, he defended you like nobody would. But you still had it crystal clear that is he slipped up again , you would be a goner

His heart melted as those compassionate words left your mouth, he knew he wasn’t worthy of forgiveness. But as you indulged his sins he couldn’t help but love you more than yesterday. He knew he was in debt to you, and it just so happened that he was a man who liked to pay his dues, so he promised to himself that he wouldn’t let anyone including himself hurt you. Even if it meant following you around the world like a shadow, he was willing to make that “sacrifice”.

-“Well after hearing you say that; I guess I can sleep in peace tonight. Goodnight sweet thing.”-He voiced as he rubbed your cheek with his callous thumb.

As he turned to head to the door, your small hand pinched the back of his shirt to his attention. He swiftly turns around and he raises an eyebrow in a playful matter as he waits for you to voice out your need that stopped him from heading to his bedroom.

-“Can you stay here with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

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A/n: omg that was crazy , I tried to write this chapter as realistically as possible since I haven’t been in a gang fight yet but if I am I’ll confirm or deny the readers pov. I hope you guys enjoyed it and if you have any comments or request please let me know it really motivates me to hear back from you guys. Till next week kisses!! 💋🥰♥️ I’ll finish editing the font tomorrow it’s 3am as I’m writing this I’m so sleepy zzzz

[oldestmakkapakkafan]

I just rewatched a lot of 31 minutos and this has been plaguing my mind for two days now

[bunniandhoney]

pls I need jacob w a Latina reader🫶🏻 can be smutty or fluffy🤭

I’m feeling a wee bit of fluff for this.

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imagine you all had been dating for a while, like you are spending so much time together that your family is definitely trying to figure out what’s going on. Your mom, bless her, already knows that this is about a boy and she’s been waiting on this moment your whole life. She gives a slight smirk every time you leave for a date or if flowers are sent to the house.

your dad on the other hand is pretending not to notice, but he’s horrified because you’re clearly no longer his little girl.

your little cousin is finally getting confirmed this weekend at her church and your parents, as her padrinos, are giving her a party after. your mom has suggested that this is a good time to bring your “friend” around. and boy was that an idea lol!

Jacob is slightly nervous when he pulls up to your house that weekend, vigorously running his hands through his curls. He pulls out three flower arrangements from his backseat and heads to your front door. When he rings the door bell no one answers, but he knows people are there because of the music. Just as he is about to ring the doorbell again he see you coming from the side of the house.

“Hey baby, you made it!” you say greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered! Oh and these are for you.” he replies handing you a bouquet of red roses.

“Come meet the family!”

As soon as you all make it into the back yard, Jacob is welcomed with open arms. You lead him around, introducing you to your tios and tias. Your tios are definitely strong arming those handshakes, but Jacob is taking it all in stride. Your tias on the other hand are pulling him in with a kiss on the cheek, like they’d known him forever.

Your mom just might like him more than you after she receives her flowers from him. “Why don’t you ever buy me flowers?” She says hitting your dad on the shoulders. He walks away grumbling under his breath about Jacob showing off. She is playing the perfect hostess as she shows him around the house. When she stops in front of the mantle Jacob’s eyes stop on a doll that scarily looks just like you. When your mom sees where his eyes are locked she pulls down the doll

“Te recuerdas mija? mi muñequita” recalling the memory of her baby girl.

You know what’s about to come next, and suddenly your cheeks are heating up as your mom reaches to replace the doll with the baby pink and white laced photo album. Jacob is still confused, until the first page is open and a picture of 15 year old you is on the page.

“Mama, él no quiero ver esas fotos”

“Y, ¿porqué no? estabas una princesa !” she says tearing up.

You’re shaking your head in embarrassment as your mom shows Jacob the pictures. You never thought you’d regret matching the rubber band to your braces with the bright pink ball gown or the amount of curls you claimed you needed because big hair was essential back then. She shows your dad gifting you the doll and switching your shoes. But when she turns to the picture of you dancing with your chambelan de honor Jacob turns to face you. “Who was that?” he says squinting at you.

“Oh that was my ummm—“

“tu primero novio, no te recuerdas mija?” your mom interrupts, clearly confused about your lack of memory of your quince.

While Jacob’s Spanish is minimal he definitely knows the word for boyfriend. “So you keep pictures of your old boyfriends huh?”

“what? no!”

He raises an eyebrow in skepticism

“Don’t worry, I’ll be up there in our wedding photos!” He says with a big grin.

You and your mom turn to him shocked. But he just turns back to the book wanting to see more of your quince pictures.

Your mom looks up at you, laughing “guapo y romántico, que bueno mija!”

Watching him laugh with your mom you know you’ve picked your forever. 🤍

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hope you liked this one was sugarplum! 🤍🧚‍♀️

this was so fun, but was having flashbacks of all the times i’ve been one of the damas😭 and my mom has been a madrina like 4-5 times, so stressful!

please send in more requests, i’m having a ball over here!

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oop also translations:

Te recuerdas mija? mi muñequita: do you remember my daughter, my little doll.

Mama, él no quiero ver esas fotos”: Mom he doesn’t want to see these pictures!

Y, ¿porqué no? estabas una princesa !: And why not, you were a princess!

tu primero novio, no te recuerdas mija: Your first boyfriend, you don’t remember

guapo y romántico, que bueno mija!” : handsome and romantic, how good!

[xhiale]

Ya va, eres latina?

si, soy de México ✨

[run-towards-something]

it is my duty to inform you all that Franco was at the Telcel after party with Checo yesterday

[sincenewyorks]

oh they are taking it

[sweetpupii]

unbelievable, honestly.

the baby has been absolutely restless lately, still getting used to the fact that she is no longer in the womb. poor girl, she is suddenly very aware of the lack of warmth 24/7 now that she started to experience what's called weather and the daily breeze of an open window.

handing baby girl to rudy after nursing so he could put her to sleep while you take care of yourself was a wonderful idea. she gets sleep, he gets baby cuddles and you get to shower. everyone's more than happy with the deal.

for a moment, everything was perfect. stepping out of the bathroom, hair and body comfortably wrapped in a towel, you sighed with relief. clean, refreshed, and feeling human again—you dared to hope for a tiny, well deserved moment of peace. you just gave birth after all. ( gotta give mama a break ! )

but that hope was short-lived because there he was, laying down on the bed, baby nestled against his chest, crying.

not the baby. rodolfo.

“jesus, what happened? why are you crying?” you asked, alarmed while quickly approaching the bed. every single disastrous scenario automatically finding their way into your mind. was she hurt? did she stop breathing for a second? did he feel something weird on her body? did she—

instead of answering, he simply handed you his phone to show an Instagram reel about a quinceañera and her father swaying side to side to ‘tiempo de vals’ by chayanne. the song tugging at his heartstrings with every note. it's like the phone was mocking him and his emotional dad brain, cruelly reminding him that she won't be a baby forever. that one day it's gonna be her on a big, beautiful dress wearing a shiny crown and looking like an angel on her birthday party.

this man was desperately trying to keep his sobs quiet, taking off his glasses to wipe away tears with the back of his hand to not wake her up. he was clearly losing the battle, though. last time he cried like this was after your labor during skin to skin. ( the picture you took if it already his favorite, decorating the lock screen of his phone. )

“she’s growing up so fast,” he managed, voice cracking.

rodolfo parra, the respectable sergeant major of los vaqueros who was trained to be cold and show no mercy on duty, was weeping because of a newborn baby that was nowhere near fifteen years old and currently drooling onto his shirt completely oblivious of her father's sorrow.

you blinked, baffled. “...she's barely three weeks old.”

“¡por eso!” he cried, his face scrunching up in anguish. absolutely heartbroken about how fast time goes. she was out the womb yesterday, whining on your chest while the nurses cleaned her up and now she's already three weeks old? when did that even happen!

maybe it was this new type of love—one that he has never felt before—that filled his heart as soon as he found out he was gonna be a dad, the fact that he would already do anything for his little princess of maybe the fact he was still overwhelmed or the fact that his parental leave comes to an end in nine weeks that made him so emotional.

sure, that sounds like a lot but it sure as hell don't feel like it.

how is he supposed to go back to the base, work and focus when the love of his life is spending the day with the other tiny love of his life, at home being all warm and cozy and cute and—ugh! it sounds like a bad joke but sadly it'll be his routine.

“look at ‘er…” he sniffed, trailing his eyes down her tiny face. she's so adorable he wanted to scream into a pillow and protect her from all the awful shit that happens daily, give her the best life she could ever have and show her that she is and will always be the most important thing in his whole entire world.

how can you even comfort a forty-five year old man that's crying for something that's gonna happen in more than a decade?

well, better find a way soon because it's gonna happen reaaaaaally often.

masterlist ♡ taglist

[hylianane]

Mexican-Brazilian Luffy my beloved, Zoro’s working out on deck building up a real stink and sweat, Luffy plasters himself to his back and calls him ‘Zorillo’. Zoro corrects him, “It’s Zoro” and he says “I know what I said”. They’re at a victory party and Zoro’s drunk and practically disrobed, trying to goad handsome pirates into a fight, and Luffy calls him ‘Zorra’. “It’s Zoro.” “I know what I said!”

[strongestbanner]

What If:

Logan and Victor decide to forgive each other, escape together and live in a small cabin located in Argentine Patagonia (probably in the Río Negro province, towards the mountains of the west) 🏡❤️‍🩹🇦🇷

They both accepted that they are two sides of a same coin, and they'll always be there for each other, no matter the circumstances <3

(If you wanna cry at the end, keep reading)

Logan gets addicted to drink mate and can't live without his thermo (he choose Lumilagro when he just arrived bc he didn't have enough money for a Stanley thermo, but he doesn't give a f*ck). His favorite yerba mate is Rosamonte: the most bitter yerba mate for his taste 👌🏻

Vic shows off Logan the words he already knew in Spanish after so many missions. Now he learned to say to Logan: "enano boludo" (fool runt) just for piss him off.

Victor has become very punctual at merienda time, he always waits for Logan with sweet facturas (like biscuits, croissants) (sometimes Logan is sick of eating sweet, so he asks Vic to bring salty facturas too). Also, Victor LOVES membrillo's facturas (quince jam) (his beard always ends up dirty as if he had blood on it, never forgetting his animal instincts).

Of course, Logan got a job at a sawmill, he has too much experience with wood hehehe. And Victor worked for a time in a food distributor for a bakery, but he got fired bc he was caught stealing some cookies with membrillo. So, now he stays at home doing housework (surprisingly, he's very clean and hates finding cobwebs on the ceiling).

Logan secretly listen to Tango music, somehow he feels internally moved and sometimes cries too!! He also bought some Carlos Gardel vinyls to send for Laura's birthday <3

They both bought earplugs to use once a month bc they discovered that they have a lobizón neighbor 2 km away (the argentine werewolf 🐺).

At first they slept in different rooms, until Victor decided to have a sleepover after watching a chick flick movies marathon with Logan over a weekend (yes, they have Netflix). How did he convince him? He used his secret weapon: kitten eyes ✨ This is how slowly Victor's old room was transformed into a leisure room. Now they have a shelf full of classic literature books (and Spanish literature too bc Vic is so interested in it and he wants to still learning). Some CDs and vinyls of Logan bc he also likes argentinian national rock (He seems to like "Los Piojos", "Intoxicados", and "Patricio Rey y sus Redonditos de Ricota" 😂).

This is for the argentine fans: LOGAN SUPPORTS BOCA JUNIORS CLUB 💙💛💙 He's not a very huge fan for football games, but he stays focused watching them. While Vic usually falls asleep at half time on the sofa with him.

Victor convinced Logan that he would control his bloodlust, so their household is never short of a good supply of meat. Unfortunately, this is a vile lie. When Logan is away, Victor takes advantage of those free hours to hunt and devour little animals like hares or deer. He knows his schedules and how much time he has to clean up his tracks. Who knows how long he can sustain the lie 🫣

In my mind their first kiss was PURRFECT. The coldest month is July (it's winter there), so, after a week of overcast skies, one night Logan went outside the cabin to smoke a joint. He observed the number of visible stars until he realized that Victor was stalking him with a cup of tea in his hand. They both sat on the front steps and IT JUST HAPPENED. Logan tried to deny what happened, FOR SEVERAL DAYS. But Vic managed to take away his embarrassment and make him enjoy it many times more bc he ✨obviously✨ kissed him first.

It hadn't been a year yet and Logan had invited the X-Men to his whereabouts to celebrate his birthday in October. Logically, Victor didn't like this idea at all, so he decided to flee to the forest. Logan had so many feelings fluttering in his chest, but he knew better than to waste such a beautiful and special day. He looked for Victor and found him cooling off in a river. He was so upset and a little jealous, but Logan convinced him because they would make barbecue. It was a VERY uncomfortable moment for Victor, he was not sorry for what he did, but Logan took care of making him feel part of his family <3

Ofc, I wrote all this with my tears.

I don't consider myself a good writer and my English is very poor, but if anyone wants to make a fanfic or fanart of this TAG ME PLS 😭💖

[reinersprozacbottle]

Why was Connie this episode kinda…

Literally the only AOT man Mappa did not uglify aside from Levi