#tom holland x mexican!reader

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x Latina gf reader one where y/n finds out that she has been invited to an event that's honoring Selena Quintanilla and her legacy and y/n is one of the actresses that will be honoring her. Tom wants to accompany her to the event and he is also curious about who Selena is so y/n tells him about her and even plays some of her music for him.

...as you can see I'm a major Selena Quintanilla fan lol

Amor Prohibido

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 800+, short and sweet

Notes: reader is of Mexican descent. hope you enjoy! X.

“5, 6, 7, 8”

The music starts as you approach your dance partner to begin performing “Amor Prohibido” the song you were asked to bring to life in the Selena Quintanilla tribute concert they were doing in the Hollywood Bowl to commemorate the opening of the ‘Tejano Museum of the Arts’ in Los Angeles. As a tejana yourself you were elated to accept this opportunity and honor an inspiration of yours that was gone too soon.

“Con ansias locas

Quiero verte hoy

Espero ese momento

En que escuche tu voz”

You walk in a circle around your partner and take his hand for him to twirl you around and begin swaying your hips in unison. You stay in this position until the chorus where you separate from the dancer and begin simulating how you would play into the crowd, dancing and twirling across the stage while your partner mirrors your movements at the other side of the stage.

“Amor prohibido murmuran por las calles

Porque somos de distintas sociedades

Amor prohibido nos dice todo el mundo

El dinero no importa ni en ti ni en mi

Ni en el corazón oh, oh baby”

Unbeknownst to you as you continued rehearsing the second verse, your boyfriend arrived at the studio you were at to surprise you since he spent the last few weeks in NYC doing ‘The crowded room’ reshoots and wasn’t able to be with you during this process, limited to finding out through a FaceTime call and promising to be there for the concert. He flew in earlier than expected and came to see you in rehearsals to be with you in this nerve wracking process.

“Solo el nuestro amor”

Your partner twirled you and dipped you as it was the finishing position of the performance, you stayed still for a few seconds and then stood up to hear the notes from the choreographer.

“I didn’t expect less from a Broadway performer, I truly felt Selena took hold of your body and performed through you!” said Marta the choreographer who was a back up dancer for the late singer.

You blushed and thanked her and your dance partner for being such good sports and waved goodbye to them and wishing them a good weekend, they both had smug faces which you found odd but ignored.

You grabbed your things and was looking for your assistant so you could go home and have a shower, maybe call Tom to see how he was doing. You were missing your water bottle and you asked around until you heard a voice you couldn’t mistake for anyone else’s.

“Are you looking for this?”

You dropped your bag and ran to your boyfriend who engulfed you in a tight hug. You took everything in, his fragrance and how his messy hair fell in his face. You couldn’t be happier.

“Darling, you were incredible in the rehearsal!” He said as he kissed your forehead.

“What are you even doing here? You saw me?” You were very confused, he was supposed to be in the other side of the country.

“We finished the reshoots earlier than expected, I told María and we arranged for me to surprise you.” He pointed to your assistant.

“¡Cabrona! You knew!” Maria laughed.

After having a brief conversation with the crew about preparations and Tom’s arrival (they all knew) you headed home for a chill night in with your boyfriend.

Tom felt bad that he wasn’t there for you in this process so he was very curious about everything involving the concert and even Selena herself. You thought a cute idea would be to have a marathon of her music videos and have a dance party with him.

You both got in your pajamas, ate dinner and began your watchthrough. You would hum or sing the lyrics of the songs and tell him some facts about her, feeling warmth in your heart that you were sharing a big inspiration for you with one of the most important people in your life.

“Have I told you how mesmerizing you are?” He told you softly.

“You’ve mentioned that” you blush.

“I’m so proud of you, I know how important this is for you. Thank you for sharing it with me.” By saying this gave you an idea.

You searched for ‘Bidi bidi bom bom’ and stood from the couch to begin dancing around and singing towards your boyfriend.

“Come dance with me gorgeous!” You motioned for him to join you.

He laughed and stood beside you, shimmying his arms and trying to sway them the same way as you were, you spent the rest of the night sharing these special moments that made you feel more comfortable with giving the performance the following week.

The day of the concert you had your boyfriend by your side until your performance when he was dedicated to being the loudest one cheering and clapping for your performance.

[living-dead-parker]

Tragos Amargo - T.H

A Tom Holland x Mexican!reader

Summary: Tom sees you for who you are when you’re drunk. A Mexican tradition in the making. A very self-indulgent fic bc ya girl is Mexican and I would like to see more of that kind of interaction in fanfic lmao

Warnings: cussing maybe idk, mentions of alcohol, the Mexican stereotype where Mexican parents will get drunk at a kid’s birthday party until like the early hours of the morning and start singing to Chente or Ramon Ayala, but is it really a stereotype if it actually happens bc y’all don’t know the number of times I’ve seen my mother and my grandpa and plenty of others do this at any party really. 

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: The song sung is called Tragos Amargos by Ramon Ayala is y’all want to find and translate the lyrics.

It had been a long night of partying. It really was. A mutual friend of yours, as well as the whole cast of the Spider-Man crew, was having a birthday. You'd known this person since childhood, actually, being a close family friend that you remember seeing at every party as a kid. They understood the whole Mexican party thing. Show up half an hour late, eat and converse for a while, drink until you have the courage to dance and show off, then if you were special enough, you stayed until late to drink more and get emotional. However, you never got that far. Even when you became a legal adult, you never got as far as the last bit. Until now.

Now, you all sit in a circle. Your mutual friend, named Antonio sits in the with his back facing towards his house. You sit next to him, Tom on your other side, holding you close. Everyone would comment on how sick you two lovebirds are, but they think it's cute nonetheless.  On Tom's other side sits Harry, followed by Sam, then Jacob, Zendaya, Darnell, then Harrison and back full circle. The only Spanish-speaker there are you and Antonio, yet everyone kind of knew where the night was going. You're drunk and so is Antonio, they all are in various phases of being buzzed, but none as close to drunk as you. Antonio plays music from his portable speaker, as the time now reads two-thirty in the morning. It's late.

"Y/N, remember being kids and we used to mess with my tia Chema?" he asks loudly, giggling as the alcohol rushes through him.

"Oh yeah, huh?" you ask, your accent coming out a little. It's funny to them all. "Those were the good days, running around and stealing her stuff until it was all gone. She threw the biggest fits and as soon as she left, the real party began."

Antonio laughs heartily as you recall the story of your childhood. Everyone joined in by giggling as well. They watch as you take another swig of your drink; a mixed tequila drink with more tequila than a mixed drink should have. You lean your head on Tom's shoulder as he looks over at you. He leans down again and presses a kiss to your cheeks and you respond in a likewise manner. You're very sentimental and emotional most of the times that you're drunk.

"She was the reason that Luisito broke up with me when we were ten," you tell Antonio, making him laugh at you. "But that's not so bad because I got my Tommy here," you respond, wrapping your arms around the man next to you. He leans into your arms and you can't help but kiss him. "Tom," you call out, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss before pulling away from him. "I love you so much," you slur. "You're so pretty, you're my pretty boy and I want you in my life forever. I love you."

You turn to Antonio and pull him into your arms. He wraps his arms around you and he presses a kiss to your hair, smiling as he rests his head on yours. "You're like a brother to me Tonio," you tell him. He nuzzles his face into your hair. "We've been through so much and I can't believe we're still friends to this day. You're so amazing and you deserve only the best in the world. I love you, man."

You then look straight ahead at Zendaya and smile at her. "You're so pretty," you call out to her, your voice wavering. You don't see it, but Harry has been recording the whole time. "Like, you're so gorgeous, I sometimes question whether I like Tommy as much as I like you. Which I do, way more, but you're so pretty. You make my heart flip with how nice and talented you are and if I wasn't in love with Tommy, I'd probably be in love with you."

From there, you turn to Harry. "Harry, you're such a good guy. Your photography is so good and I think you're such a swell guy," you say. Then you turn to Sam. "Sam, you're also a good guy and Elysia is so lucky to have you. She's so gorgeous and you both make a hot couple, and I love you guys and you're both so precious."

Then you turn to Darnell and Harrison. "Darnell, I don't know you too well, but we're friends, right? I think you're so cool and the fact that you're the Madi to Z's me is astounding. Plus, you're so pretty too. Wow."

You turn to Jacob and smile. "Jacob, you're such a funny guy. You're also a great cuddler and a great listener. You remind me of a lot of good things in the world. I love you too," you tell him. Then you turn to Harrison and smile. "Harrison, you bit sweetie pie," you tell him. "You have really beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful soul. You're so kind and Monty is such a good dog, I love him. I love you too, you're so cool. I can't believe we're friends."

By the time you're done, Antonio hits skip on the song currently playing and everything falls into place as the next song begins playing. Almost like clockwork. You hear the accordion and the drums and everything else kick in and you and Antonio turn to each other. You wrap your arms around each other, sighing dramatically.

"Clavado en este rincón, como tu clavastes a mi corazon. Estos tragos que tomo son pura tristeza y son mi dolor," you and Antonio sing along. The song continues for some time and as the chorus reaches, everyone is watching intently. Both you and Antonio brace yourselves and begin shouting along with the song as you both sing while in tears. Your moment has finally come. "Trago de amargo liquor, que no me hacen olvidar, y me siento como un cobarde, que hasta me pongo a llorar."

It wasn't too long after this shared moment that you were in bed and asleep. The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed. You had been changed into pajamas and you had a hangover. There were some pills placed on the bedside drawer with a bottle of water. After sitting up, you take the pills and hop off, dragging yourself to the kitchen where everyone was. You could smell some food but that's the last thing you want. You just want some coffee and maybe an egg. Maybe.

However, as you walk down the stairs to the kitchen, you check your phone, seeing the video that Harry had posted on Instagram. Of you and Antonio singing and crying together. Today should be fun.

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Comó Está Tu Hija

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Mexican!Reader

summary: Peter gets assigned to help the new girl out, and their friendship slowly turns into something more.

word count: 1329

warnings: none

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"Dude, she's like, really cute." Ned said, nodding his head to the girl that had walked in late.

"Is she new?" Peter asked, watching her walk across the room to an open seat.

"Um, obviously." Ned rolled his eyes, and Peter frowned and Ned shrugged before they turned to the front of the class. Peter tried to find the girl, until finally he heard a voice.

"Is this seat, um," Peter jumped as the girl with a thick accent was right next to him suddenly. He looked up and it was the same girl that had walked in late. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.

"Taken? No? I-I-I mean no! Not at all!" He stuttered, and she smiled softly.

"Gracias." Oh. So she's Spanish. Or Mexican. Maybe she just spoke Spanish?

"Class! This is Y/N. She's our new student. Would you like to say something about yourself?" Y/N's small smile vanished and her eyes went wide. Peter could tell she was instantly nervous and he wanted to fix it. She stood up and looked around.

"Hi, my-my name is Y/N. I'm from Mexico. I just, um, traveled here, um, with my mom." Y/N blushed, and Peter could tell it was an embarrassed blush she wanted to hide.

"Y/N doesn't speak much English, so someone needs to help her out for a little while." The teacher said, smiling the tight smile that teachers always do.

"I'll help her." Peter said, way too fast and way too enthusiastically. It's his turn to blush as she looks down at him and smiles, and he think's it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Oh God. He just met this girl. He can't fall for her already. Ned tapped his shoulder as Y/N sat down, and when Peter turned to Ned, who had two thumbs up, making Peter smile tightly.

~

"Where's your locker?" Peter asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. She looked up at him and furrowed her brows.

"Locker?" She repeated, and Peter pointed to the lockers next to him.

"Oh! Uh," She pulled a paper out of her bag and smoothed it out. "Uno cincuenta y dos."

"One sixty-two?"

"Oh! One fifty-two." She said, smiling shyly.

"Okay, I need to learn more Spanish." Peter said, leading her down the hallway to locker 152.

"I need to learn more English." Her accent was so pretty that Peter almost missed the locker.

"One fifty-two! Right here." He smiled, and she unlocked the locker, putting her extra things into the small space.

"Do you have your class schedule?"

"Huh?"

"Um, ¿tu horario?"Peter said, and she smiled and nodded, getting it out of the still-open locker. "Oh cool! We have a lot of the same classes." Peter said, and she smiled. The more he looked at the schedule, he noticed she was very smart, and that almost all of their classes were at the same time. Except-

"So right now, you have film and lit." Peter said, and Y/N's eyes went wide. She murmured something in Spanish, and Peter tried to keep his smile at bay.

"Not a fan of English?"

"No."

"Me neither." Y/N smiled at Peter's comment.

"But, I can help you if you want."

"Gracias."

"De mucho."

"Hey!"

"Kidding. De nada, Y/N."

Y/N never liked the way that white people said her name. They always messed it up; didn't pronounce it correct, didn't put the syllables in the right place, and used so much of a white accent they sounded like they weren't even trying.

But when Peter said it, her stomach did flips.

~

"That is not a word."

"It is! Come on, just try it."

"Peter," Y/N said in her thick accent, which made Peter smile. "There is no way those letters make a word." Y/N had gotten better with English, and had also been hanging out with Peter, which made her happy.

"The word is in the book you're reading."

"I'm sure I can figure it out."

"Y/N." Peter whined, and she smiled.

"My English has gotten a lot better."

"Then say the word."

"Damn."

"Did you just curse?"

"I told you I'm learning English."

"I'm a bad influence."

"You're tutoring me. How is that bad?"

"You didn't know any bad words in English before I started helping you."

"Okay, fine. Do you want to learn a bad word in Spanish?"

"I want you to read the word."

"You're no fun."

~

"I'm tired."

"You can stay here for the night."

"My parents would kill me. I'm surprised they let me come over this late."

"Why did they?"

"I told them it was for school." Y/N smirked.

"You lied!"

"Well they know my English is getting better." She smiled. Y/N and Peter had been working hard, so they decided to have a night to watch a movie. But it wasn't a date. It wasn't a date.

"I also told them I went to a girls house."

"Oh my God."

"Y/N? How are you planning to get home?" Aunt May asked, and the teens turned around.

"Can she stay here?"

"As long as her parents are okay with it. And you both can't sleep in one bed." Aunt May looked at them sternly before smirking and walking away.

"My parents will kill me!" Y/N said, and Peter smiled.

"Not if they think you're at a girl's house."

"You obviously don't know Mexican parents."

"Look at the weather. Do they really want you going home in that?"

"Si. ¿Eres estupido?"

"You're staying." Peter smiled, and got up to get her one of his sweatshirts and his smallest pair of sweatpants for her.

~

"Do you think if I do enough English, my accent will go?"

The movie continued to play, but Peter had gone stiff. He sat up, making Y/N fall slightly, as she was leaning on him while they were watching the movie. He paused it, then turned to her.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Some Americans that I met in Mexico can speak perfect Spanish."

"You can speak fine English, Y/N."

"But my accent! No one can understand me." She cried, leaning into the couch and crossing her arms.

"I can understand you!"

"But you're used to my accent."

"Y/N!" Peter said, exasperated. He waited for her to look at him, before he continued to talk. "I don't think I could ever get used to your accent."

Everything. Went. Silent.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Even more silence as he leaned in close to her.

"What do you think it means?" He brushed her hair away.

"No hablo ingles."

"Las palabras no son necesarias. no need for words."

"Aye. Muy bien."

"Pesos?"

"Ah ah ah. Besos."

"Por favor?"

Besos. Kisses. Y/N decided that besos was the best word in any language that night.

~

"Y/N? ¿Qué has estado haciendo? what have you been up to?"

"You two know each other?"

"Ah, un poco. a little." Y/N joked, smiled at Mr. Delmar, who frowned as he looked from Peter to Y/N, who were holding hands.

"¿Que hacen? what are you two doing?"

"Peter said he really likes your shop." Y/N smiled, but Mr. Delmar was not smiling as much.

"Yeah. I like to get the, uh, number five? With the pickles smooshed." He blushed, which made Mr. Delmar smile.

"How's your aunt?" Mr. Delmar smirked, asking the same question he always did.

"She's good." Peter smiled, knowing he was about to get in trouble but deciding his next sentence anyway.

"¿Como esta tu hija?"

"Peter!" This time, the chastising came from Y/N, which was surprising.

"What? It's a joke we have,"

"She's standing right there, kid!"

"What?" He turned and looked at Y/N. That wasn't his daughter. Her last name was,

Shit. He didn't even know her last name.

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh my God."

[floosies]

floosies mcu masterlist

[Thank you to @indecisivedolly for creating this masterlist all that time ago]

Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

Dancing with Bucky May Include

Trouble - mob!bucky x reader (series)

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - bucky x Noctua, avengers x Noctua (series)

Busy Bees - domestic!bucky x reader

Haunted Heart - Bucky x reader

Escapism - bucky x reader, avengers x reader

Everything Stays - dad!bucky x pre teen!reader

Brooklyn Kids - bucky x poc!reader

She - Sebastian x poc!reader

Postmodern Girl - Sebastian Stan x poc!fem!reader

Celoso - Sebastian Stan x latina!reader

Steve Rogers/Chris Evans + characters

La Muneca del Barrio - mob!steve x reader (series)

Cinderella - steve x reader

Time after Time - steve x reader

Jaripeo - Chris Evans x mexican!reader

Lovely - Chris Evans x poc!fem reader

Here comes the Night - steve x fem!reader

Beyond the Storm - steve x reader

Yes It Is  - steve x reader

Static - au!teen!chris x poc!fem!reader

Artsy Things I Think Steve Rogers is Into

Late Night at the Grocery Store  - Andy Barber

My Blue Heaven - mob!Andy Barber

Sam Wilson

Throw it in the Bag -  sam x reader

Folding Clothes - sam x poc!reader

Rainy Day Rituals - sam x fem!reader

Tiene Tumbao - sam x mob!oc!reader (series) 

A First - sam x poc!reader

daydreaming - sam x poc!reader(fem)

Natasha Romanoff

Girl - Natasha x reader

Fix You - mom!natasha x son/daughter!reader x avengers

On a Morning, in Paris - Natasha x fem!reader

Avengers

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - avengers x Noctua, bucky x Noctua (series)

Escapism - avengers x reader, bucky x reader

An Avengers Christmas - avengers x reader

Gold Medal Ribbon - avengers x reader

Christmas at the Compound - avengers x reader

Some Christmas Cheer - avengers

Could You Imagine? 

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today: Part 2

Tik Tok Trends/Dances I Think the Marvel Cast Would Attempt

Loki/Tom Hiddleston

Coffee - Tom x reader

Amorsito - Tom x hispanic!reader

Coffee Bars - Loki x reader

Dead to Me - mob!tom x poc!reader

The Joy You Felt - Loki x poc!reader

Coffee - Tom HIddleston x reader

For So Long - AU!Loki x oc!character x AU!Bucky

Honeymoon - Loki x reader

The Professor and I - Professor!Tom x black!reader (series)

Peter Parker/Tom Holland

Omened - Peter x reader

Half a Person - Tom x reader

Puppy Love - peter x poc!plussize!reader

Thanks, Little Sis - Peter x Morgan

Happiness is a Warm Gun - Peter x reader

Mio Amore - mob!Tom x poc!reader

I Only Have Eyes for You  - mob!Tom x poc!reader

Tony Stark

She's Mine - dad!tony x daughter!reader

Sides - tony x poc!reader

It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World - tony x poc!reader

Marvel Ships

Tranquil - Thor x Bruce

Everything Stays - Thor x Bruce

Viral - MJ x Shuri

In Another Life - Steve x Sam

I Like the Way You Love Me - Sam x Bucky

Others Marvel Related:

All the Way - Howard Stark x reader

Ned's Day Out -  Ned x Tony&Bruce

Bambi - M'Baku x black fem!reader

Sweetheart - Pietro x reader

The Holidays - Frank Castle x reader

‘Girlie’ - Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Shades of Cool - Stephen Strange x reader

Saviour - Matt Murdock x reader

Personal Jesus - dark!Thor (18+)

Salvatore - mob!Jake Lockley x oc!fem

[missnxthingg]

Hi!! Idk if you’re still taking requests but I was hoping if you can make an angsty one with Tom? Maybe the reader finding out that he’s been going out with someone else but instead of her lashing out, she keeps it to herself. Until one day, she just breaks down and says she she knows? Maybe she’ll give like her promise ring or necklace to Tom? It’s so specific but it’s been in head for awhile. Thank you!!

A/N: And here it is! Thank you for sending me that message to help me understand your request and I loved writting this. I feel like this is the first one who does not have a happy ending, but I like it. Hope you like it too.

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, angst.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

masterlist | main blog | gif source | quarantine playlist | title’s song

DANCE LITTLE LIAR

Over your life you had many examples that love wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. People cheat, people lie, and they eventually grow apart. Your first example was when you and your mother caught your father in bed with another woman after a day out shopping together. You were only five, your sister was eleven, and you watched your whole family fall apart in front of your eyes. The second example came when you were twelve, and your sister was eighteen. She had an awesome boyfriend, the kind of one that everybody loved and that was really nice, but no one really knew that he lied about many things in his life, and ended up trading your sister for another girl before he went to college.

So you never really believed love would happen to you, because it never truly worked for anyone in your family. Why would it work for you? And for a long time you believed that, and you grew up knowing you’d never have a boyfriend that loved you and that you’d be together forever. But you met Tom in High School when your mom decided to register you into a new school so you could pursue your life long dream to be an actress and act in plays. The BRIT School had many talented and nice people, but he was the nicest one in your class.

Tom was the sweet boy that everyone loved to be around. He was cute and funny, and always made people smile somehow. You quickly became friends, because you had so much in common, and one of those things were that you were both playing in a local theater. That made you closer than ever, because you’d see each other a lot. That made both of you develop feelings for each other, but it took many years until they finally got together. He knew it was a big deal for you, and probably that’s why he took his time to finally kiss you for once.

“I wanted to do something.” He said that one day he got you out to have some ice cream and just hang out.

“What is it?” You asked, with a grin on your face. He smiled brightly to you and leaned in, giving you a small peck on your lips. You cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss for once.

“I wanted to do that for so long.” He said between kisses.

“I’m glad you did Tom.” You smiled to him and caressed his face, completely lost in his eyes.

“I wanna give you something.” He looked down to his hand, where he was holding a black velvet box. “I know it’s early to give you something like this, but this means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me, and I just wanted you to have a piece of me so you’d know I’ll be forever by your side.”

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring with a small butterfly set with little diamonds. It was simple, small, but so beautiful. It made you tear up and kiss him so intensely. The ring was the most beautiful thing you’d ever gotten and you didn’t even know how to accept it.

“I loved it so much, it’s beautiful.” He put it on your right hand, and kissed it right after.

“It’s a promise ring, and it means that as long as you wear this, I’ll be yours.” You caressed his face and kissed him again.

“Thank you, you’re amazing.”

You’ve been together ever since that day. You were so young, and even though you thought you’d never find love in your life, Tom made you feel like maybe with you it would be different. You both got what you always wanted, respect roles, him in movies, you in theaters, and life wouldn’t be better for the both of you. Now you were both living in New York for a while. He was doing a big movie and you finally got to Broadway, where you always wanted to be. You couldn’t be happier, until everything started to fall apart.

Tom usually picked you up in work after you were done with the play. Normally, he’s never late for anything, but for some reason he was always late to get you in work. You first started to notice something was wrong when he got there late wearing his shirt inside out. He was acting weird, but you let it go, not shifting the way you  acted with him because you refused to believe something was wrong.

“Maybe he just had a bad day, that’s all.” Jessica said to you the next day when you were both getting ready for the play. She was working with you on the play, and you were best friends on and off screen. “And the shirt… Well, maybe he just didn’t see it was inside out when he got it back on after the shooting day.”

“Yeah, maybe your right.” You finished you makeup with mascara and looked back to her, that was applying her character’s signature color, deep red. “It’s just… I have some issues with this kind of stuff. My parents are separated and my dad cheated, so it was slightly traumatic.”

“I know babe, but I know that Tom loves you with his whole heart. So you shouldn’t have any doubts about him, because you two are end game.”

But that night you got stood up for one and a half hour, and even had to get your own dinner on a hotdog food truck, and ate it on the cold sidewalk, waiting for him. You were almost giving up and getting yourself a taxi when he pulled over with his car and honked to get your attention.

“I’m so sorry baby. It took too long for everyone to finish the scenes today, and New York’s traffic is horrible.”

Liar. You weren’t stupid, and you could smell a sweet perfume all over his car, and it definitely wasn’t yours, because you hated sweet perfume and it made you want to throw up. His hair was messy, and it wasn’t a common thing, because he always got out of the studio with a great hair because of all the makeup they did to him.

“Uhm, it’s okay. Just go home, I’m tired.”

“Don’t you even want to stop somewhere and have dinner? We could go to that mexican restaurant you love so much.”

“I’m not actually in the mood, busy day. And I ate a hotdog from a food truck. I just want to sleep.”

“Okay, we can cuddle and watch a movie, what do you think?” He smiled to you and even though you were upset, he knew how to make you fall in love with him again.

“That would be nice.”

You decided not to say anything about you knowing, just to see where it would drive you. Maybe he’d eventually stop, and maybe it was only a one time thing and he’d just be over with it soon. But it happened at least three nights every week, and it was starting to piss you off. It was starting to be noticed during sex as well, when he would get so into it like before. It had been weeks since you last had a proper orgasm, and you’d do most of the work everytime. Of course you didn’t want to talk about it, so you’d just get it all over and go to sleep.

But you had great nights together. One day you even went out do dance, and some other one you stayed home and ordered food, drank some wine and sang to a lot of songs together, facetiming people from back home together. You’d still have a lot of fun, but somehow you couldn’t shake it off your head. His lips didn’t taste the same, and you weren’t in sync as before. And even though that night was a lot of fun, during a moment he was in the bathroom and you were talking to his brother Harry on his phone, he got a text and you could clearly see it wasn’t meant for you to see.

Lily: “I can’t wait to see you baby!“

Lucky for you, you were a great actress and you managed to not let him know that you saw it, pretending to be totally clueless, until it eventually it started to piss you off. It was the third time that week he was late to pick you up and you ended up getting drunk with Jessica after your play and letting everything go to her. Her best friend listened to her tell about everything she found out, and got mad at her because she was pretending to not know anything.

“You should tell him you know!”

“I can’t tell him Jess. First of all, I shouldn’t be getting into his stuff.”

“Yes, you should.” She got up and pointed to you with her glass in hands. “Specially when it directly affects your relationship. He’s cheating, and getting away with it!”

“I know! But I don’t know how to do it! If I act like a crazy bitch it won’t be right, but I can’t keep being cool about it.” You leaned back into your seat and finished the last glass of wine.

“You better think about it quickly babes.” Your phone started to ring, and Tom’s name appeared on the screen.

“He’s here. I gotta go.”  You kissed her cheek and gathered all your things.

“Finish him (Y/N)!” She shouted, watching you leaving quickly.

But you didn’t have the courage to do it. He arrived there feeling a little sick, and it made your heart crumble. You wanted to take care of him, and that’s what you did when you got home. He stood you up and there you were making soup to make him feel better. God, you were stupid!

One day it was your four year anniversary and you decided to do a little something for you two since you didn’t have to work that night. Your prepared a nice dinner, and organized the whole apartment with aromatic candles, flowers and good wine. You even dressed up nicely with a pretty lingerie for him. Maybe that night would be the turning point to your relationship and it would be okay for once. But eventually it got late, and you were almost giving up on waiting for him, starving and bored, and obviously upset. It was your anniversary, and he was with the other girl. You fought your urge to cry because you were better than that, and waited for him. You ate the food alone, and poured yourself some wine to watch some comedy movie on TV while waiting for him. Every time half an hour passed, you rolled your eyes and your blood boiled in anger, but you needed to be strong.

He arrived when it was almost 11 PM and you was already considering going to bed, leaving everything you planned behind. He found you lying on the couch with a blanket over you. The candles were already out, and the food was cold in the oven, and your heart was shattered, but it had been for a long time. He removed his shoes and lied over her, giving her a lot of kisses on her cheek and on the top of her head. The smell was there, it wasn’t his cologne, it was the sweet perfume again. The smell made you sick, and it wasn’t because it was too sweet.

“Hey darling, I’m sorry I’m late.” You gave him a forced smiled and nodded, turning your attention back to the movie. He cuddled into you, giving some more kisses on your face and neck. “What’s up with all the candles?” He looked around while sitting straight and you shrugged, fixing your position.

“They just smell nice. And are cheap.”

“Uhm.” He nodded and walked to the kitchen to find something to eat. “Baby, you made lasagna?”

“Yeah, I felt like eating it today.”

“You know that’s my favourite.” He smiled to her and turned the heat on to make it warm again. 

“I know.” She was keeping it short and low, making it clear that she wasn’t okay.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, making his way back to the living room.

“Do you know what day it is?” You asked and he thought a little about it.

“April 18th.” He said and you arched your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Nothing special to relate with this date?” You asked, pouring some more wine in your glass.

“Our anniversary.” He said and you nodded, finishing the wine quickly. “I’m so sorry, I forgot.”

“I’m sure you have a good excuse to why you’re late.”

“It’s just…”

“Traffic was horrible, it took too long to finish the shooting today.” You cut him, not raising your voice not even for a second. He sighed and sat down. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“How long have you known?” He asked and you sighed, feeling your heart crashing slowly.

“Two months, at least.” He nodded and pressed his lips together. Tom couldn’t even look at you in the eyes. “I bet Lily is pretty.”

“She’s not prettier than you.” He said and you laughed sarcastically.

“You’re funny, you know. That’s just something straight out of a comedy movie.” You were pissed of course. “I don’t know why did you do it, and I don’t know why I held it for so long, but I can’t take it anymore.”

“Baby, I’m sorry…”

“You say you’re sorry too much Tom. But it’s okay, love never works anyway, and I’ve known it since I was little. It was eventually going to happen to us too.”

“I don’t know why I did it (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”

“It’s because you never really loved me Tom.” You got up and gathered some of your things such as phone and purse.

“That’s not true. I’ve never loved someone so much before. I really truly love you baby, and I’m deeply sorry for everything I made you go through. I’ll never see her again, and I promised I’ll do anything to make us okay again.”

“You were with her Tom, on our anniversary. I don’t think I believe in such thing anymore.” You finished gathering your things. “How long thisbeen going on?”

“Three months.” He said, keeping his voice low, and you nodded, putting your bag over your shoulder.

“I’ll sleep at Jessica’s tonight. And I’ll be back tomorrow to get my things. And please, don’t bother on trying to win me back, because that’s not happening.”

“Baby, please don’t go.” Tom rushed to her with tears in his eyes and held her arm, but she shook her head and glanced down to her hand. She removed the butterfly ring from her hand and stood it up to him.

“I think I won’t need this anymore.” She let her first tear fall since she found out about him, and he was already lost between his own.

“Please, don’t… Baby. We were meant to be together forever. I was so stupid, oh God. I’m sorry, please stay! We’ll make it work. Please don’t leave me. Don’t give this back to me.” He said and you cleaned your own tear, shooking your head no.

“Goodbye Tom.”

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[onfyexo]

Laundromat cont. - Tom Holland x Reader series

Warnings: none

This is quite short as I’m trying to get back into the swing of things as far as writing.

Oh boy its been a while since i’ve touched upon this fanfic. A lot of stuffs been going on in my life but thats besides the point. To all the people who sent me messages about continuing this: thank you for your support! I appreciate it 💕

*Tom is in bold

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Your life did a complete 360 in just months time. Things had changed in the best way possible.

You and Tom had begun to talk for days on end ever since your last encounter at the laundromat. It was like something out of a novel as cringey as that sounded. After the day you both saw each other again at the laundromat, he stayed with you while you washed and folded your clothes. Luckily, you didn’t have much on your schedule and neither did he. So he insisted on going with you to get breakfast at the local coffee/bagel fushion shop close by. At first, you told him that you would feel bad, but his charisma weakened you. Ever since then, the two of you have messaged and called each other almost every day. The only moments where conversating was scarce, was if you had work or class, or if he was caught up with conventions or filming.

At first, the messages were just as if best friends were talking and joking around but then Tom bought up the subject of a date. Which honestly, you had been waiting on that question ever since you last saw him but you didn’t want to be overly prudent.

All of this needed to go at a steady pace so that if things wouldn’t work out because of his schedule, you could be able to handle it.

You would even be fine with remaining friends if it came down to it.

Tom was actually texting you at the moment while you were sitting in your apartment watching tv.

You had found out that he actually lived in the same city as you but his washer machine and dryer was broken and he needed a place to wash his clothes in the meantime. The conversation about the matter was quite funny considering Tom’s cheeky sense of humor.

You started to sweat profusely as Tom was slowly alluding to nice restaurants to accompany the question of a date.

-How about I call you if that’s okay (Y/N). I want to ask you something and it would be much better to ask over the phone”

You could feel your heart sink like a boat as you read the message once he sent it.

You played dumb in your mind to try and feed your self doubt and troubled mind for a split second.

You lifted your shaky fingers to reply back; making sure not to have any typos.

-Of course ☺️-

You didn’t know how to position yourself while you talked on the phone in the living room.

Should you stay seated? Should you pace the room? Should you sprawl across the couch?

The ringing from Tom’s call interrupted your thoughts and you took a deep breath before hitting the “answer” button.

“Hello?”

“Hello love! I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure! Ask away”

“Uhmm, I-I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time. But would you like to go on a date s-sometime?” The way he stuttered reminded you of how you were when you first saw him. Now the roles were reversed and the realization made you smile to yourself.

“I would love to actually. I know that we were discussing different restaurants earlier. Would you like to go to any of those places together?”

“Yeah actually, I wanted it to be lady’s choice. So whatever you choose, I’m 100% good with.”

“Let’s do that Mexican restaurant that you sent. I looked it up and it has really good reviews!”

Deep down you were surprised at how smooth this conversation was going. Talking on the phone wasn’t something you did often and when you did, it was awkward, especially with someone like Tom which wasn’t normal.

“Alright awesome! I’ll send you my schedule for next week and you can send me yours so it’ll be easier picking a day, okay darling?”

“Okayy, sounds great. I’ll gather that up for your right now”

“Same here. I’ll talk to you late- wait no! On imessage now. Sorry haha” You could already envision him scratching his head or facepalming at his (cute) nervousness.

You giggled kind of loud and you cringed at your voice before hanging up.

Before you could even send your schedule, you ran around your living space like a maniac, trying to hold yourself together.

“Oh my god” You whispered to yourself. The amount of frenzy that would ensue for preparation, actually scared you.

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!! Btw, this is a sequel to a series I wrote a while back. So read the previous parts if you haven’t already :3

Last part: https://bangtanscope.tumblr.com/post/172874718715/laundromat-tom-holland-x-reader-series-warnings

[intothedanvers-e]

Young, Dumb, & Broke

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You just graduated high school and were ready to embark on your last summer of being a dumb teen and going on adventures before having to face the realities of the adult world. One day you were driving to a lake to meet some of your friends when your car broke down in the middle of nowhere. With no service and no gas stations around you wandered a little down the street and found one house where you went to ask for help. You expected to find an old couple living in the middle of nowhere, but a nice young British guy (Tom) answered the door. Due to unforeseen circumstances you spend the rest of the afternoon and most of the night together, but when it’s time to leave he says he wants to see you again. You exchange numbers with the cute British guy and embark on a long, secretive summer fling. You both lie about what you do for a living and what you were both doing in the middle of nowhere, but the moments you too bonded were all genuine. Will he find out about your plans after summer? Will you find out what he actually does for a living? Will this fling extend past summer?

Authors Note: hello everyone! first of all i know i missed an update last week, im so sorry ive hit really bad writers block with this series which i know is dumb bc im only on chapter 5 but ive been trying to get out of that funk recently which is also why this chapter is a little short. i hope you all understand :) thank you again for all the support in this series! i never thought this many people would like it <3 if you want to check out any of my other writing here’s my masterlist! if you have any feedback or comments please dont hesitate to send them my way!! yes i will keep updating this series on tuesdays! i hope i can shake this bad patch of writers block soon bc i genuinely enjoy writing this series so just bear with me and pls pls pls dont hate me. ok i love yall <3

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Chapter 5

You endured through your 8 hour shift without saying much to any of your co-workers. You would usually jump at any opportunity to tell your best friend about what happened to you, but to be completely honest you were still hurt about what happened the night of the bonfire. She quickly caught on that you were giving her the silent treatment and asked the manager to move her position for the day. You weren’t going to lie, it fucking sucked feeling like your best friend didn’t give a shit about you. You knew you only had about half an hour left of work at the restaurant and luckily you got to clock out before the big afternoon wave. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you were really excited about being able to see Tom again. The two of you had made plans for just around sunset, which gave you enough time to get home and get yourself ready and go out with him in an actually decent cute outfit.

“Table 8 got customers,” your manager said to you, snapping you out of your daydream.

You nodded and walked over to table 8. At it were two beautifully stunning women. You handed them two menus and smiled.

“Hi I’m Y/N I’ll be your server this afternoon, can I get you guys started on anything? Drinks?”

The two women gave each other a sneaky smile.

“Um we’re waiting for three of our friends they’ll be here in like 30 to 45 minutes. Can we just order drinks and like a small appetizer and then fully order when they get here?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Unfortunately, I’m clocking out in about 30 minutes so if they don’t get here by then my co-worker Brenda will take their orders.”

They looked at each other slightly disappointed.

“Okay I’ll take a Sprite. You Z?”

“I’ll take a coke. What would you recommend for the appetizer? My friend here Laura is lactose intolerant so it can’t be the mozzarella sticks unfortunately.”

“Honestly I think we have really good garlic bread. It’s handmade and comes with this amazing homemade marinara sauce.”

“I trust you Y/N, we’ll have an order of that.”

You wrote it down on your order pad and smiled.

“I’ll bring those drinks right out to you.”

You got the drinks for them and took it to them. They were both smiling and giggling before you walked to their table but stopped as soon as you got there.

“Hey Y/N are you from around here?” the one her friend called Z asked you.

“Yeah I am. Not too far from here.”

“Do you know where we can get some really good Mexican food? Not that this restaurant isn’t amazing already but a girl needs her burrito fix sometimes.”

“Yes I do actually!” you said taking out your order notepad, “I can write the address for you guys. They have the best salsas there, no joke.”

You ripped the paper and handed it to them.

“Y/N you are a lifesaver. The best waitress we’ve encountered here so far.”

You wrote your name on the paper and smiled.

“I know the owner, if you mention me and order the deluxe salsa and chips she’ll give you the salsa she usually saves for her regular customers.”

“You’re a real one,” the girl named Laura said smiling at you.

You walked back over to the registers where you heard the cooks gossiping about some people.

“Yeah they’re part of the thing that shut down all of downtown!” the main cooks said.

“Wait who?” you said sticking your head in the window that connected the kitchen and the register.

“The girls on 8. They’re actresses.”

You made a surprised face. They seemed so nice and genuine. The cook slid you a plate with garlic breads and a bowl with marinara sauce. You grabbed it and took it back to the girls.

“Here you are girls. Unfortunately, I am clocking out for the afternoon so my co-worker Brenda will be helping you from here on out.”

“Aw man! We were hoping to introduce our new friend to our friends, but I guess they’re taking longer than expected. Well it was nice to meet you Y/N, we will definitely be back here to see you again.”

“I’ll be here all summer,” you said smiling at them.

They handed you a 50-dollar bill.

“From two former waitresses who know how much doing this sucks. You are one of the good ones.”

You smiled at them and put it in your pocket.

“Thank you ladies. I hope you’re enjoying my city and I look forward to seeing you both again.”

You walked to the backroom and clocked out. You were going to leave out of the front like you always do but you didn’t want to risk seeing your “best friend” so you left out the backdoor. You got into your car and drove home with a huge smile on your face.

A few hours later you were dressed and doing your makeup. You didn’t want to overdo it so you did some natural looking makeup. You finished by 5:30, an hour before you were supposed to go get Tom. You went downstairs to make yourself busy, but came face to face with your mom bringing her luggage inside.

“There you are,” she said locking the front door.

You froze on the last step of your stairs.

“Didn’t realize you were back.”

“Came home as soon as I heard the voicemail you left me.”

“But you didn’t think to call me or text me or maybe ask what happened?”

“I came home didn’t I?”

You sighed and started climbing up the stairs again.

“Well it was taken care of so you shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?”

You didn’t answer and went upstairs to grab your bag and a jacket. You came back down to your mom standing at the bottom of the stairs checking all her bank statements.

“What do you mean it’s taken care of, I don’t have a charge on the card?”

You grabbed the car keys off the table next to the front door.

“I took care of it, alone. Again. I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

Before she could say anything you walked out the door, and took off in your car.

You arrived at Tom’s house about 30 minutes earlier than you were supposed to be there. You were going to call him but then remembered this was a dead zone in terms of phone signal. You parked your car in his driveway and went to knock on the front door. You heard footsteps, and suddenly a shirtless Tom with a towel wrapped around his waist opened the door. You’d seen him shirtless before, I mean you guys were in the pool late at night, but this time it really caught you off guard. You looked up at the ceiling and apologized.

“Shit sorry, I just uhh left my house a little earlier so I got here earlier and I was gonna call you but um- “

“Yeah no service, that’s fine. I was just getting out of the shower. Come on in.”

You walked behind him, still refusing to look at him. You were trying to hide how flustered you felt.

“Are you ok?”

You sat on the couch and looked at your feet.

“Yeah why?”

“You just haven’t looked at me,” he said laughing.

“I, uh, didn’t know if you wanted me to so.”

“I don’t mind.”

You looked at him as he stood there with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Go get ready Holland!” you said throwing a couch pillow at him.

“I’m just saying if you feel inclined to end the date early, be my guest.”

You gave him a fake shocked expression.

“You’d have to be lucky enough to get at least 4 or 5 dates before that Holland,” you said winking at him playfully.

“Oh look forward to it baby,” he said before disappearing up the stairs.

What a flirty little shit.

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[amnmesias]

A BET’S A BET - t. holland

summary: méxico vs. england, that meant you vs. tom. what would happen when two competitive people have their teams playing against each other on a decisive game of the world cup? the result: enough bickering to make a story about it.

pairing: tom holland x latinx!reader (i made them mexican but you can change it to your country)

warnings: cursing, drinking, fluff?? also, the pronouns are gender neutral!!

a/n: there are some sentences in spanish but do not worry, i translated them for y’all! also, this was inspired by a tweet and i couldnt help but imagine and write this. so enjoy! 

A smile crept onto your features as you stared at your reflection in front of the mirror, you dived your index finger inside the red face paint and brushed it on your left cheek. Your brother laughed mischievously by your side as he did his own job painting your country’s flag on his own cheek. The two of you continued finishing your face paint and giggling until a faint voice began calling for your name.

“Darling, where are you? The game’s about to start.” Tom emerged from the room searching for you.

“We’re here, hold on.” You finished applying chapstick on your lips and winked at your brother. “We have a surprise for you.”

Tom chuckled. “I really don’t know what to expect from you two.”

You and your brother looked at each other and closed the paints to meet Tom in the living room. Your ears picked the sound of his brothers and friends chatting and making bets about who was about to win the important game ahead.

“Are you serious?” Tom laughed loudly as he stared at the both of you with amusement. “That’s all you’ve been doing in the bathroom the whole time?” He walked closer and held your hand.

Your brother shrugged. “We’re passionate, man.”

“I can see that.” Your boyfriend nodded and reached to kiss your cheek, but you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back playfully. “What?”

“Uh, uh, you’re going to ruin this masterpiece.” You winked and walked deep into the living room to find a place to sit.

Tom followed you and grabbed your hand to pull you back. You crashed against his chest and he laughed, a hint of mischief behind the playful look he was sending you.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Let’s make a bet.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

To this, his brothers turned to look at you two with a smirk. “I heard a bet it’s happening?” Harry voiced loud enough to catch the attention of everyone.

You turned back to meet Tom’s challenging stare. “Indeed, a bet is about to happen.”

The others cheered. “If England wins, you have to wear the England jersey and, boys… what’s a good challenge?” Your boyfriend asked.

“They’re going to be your assistant during the Spider-Man 2 filming.” Sam suggested, you sent him a death glare. He knew how much you hated being bossed around. “What?” He asked innocently, meeting your eyes.

You smiled mischievously and looked at your boyfriend. “Okay, and if México wins, you have to wear the México jersey and let me meet Jake Gyneahall.” Tom’s smile dropped.

“That’s what I call having your priorities in order.” Zendaya popped in with a laugh and high-fived you, she was wearing the same jersey as you and your smile widened. “You gotta do it, Tom. They said it.”

“So?” You raised an eyebrow, stretching your hand out. Tom frowned, his jealousy made him still, but the more you stared at him, the more he wanted England to win. “It’s on?”

He clasped your hand and shook it with a challenging smirk on his features, you smiled back and turned to sit on the couch. The match was about to begin and your brother was already taking the flag out if his backpack.

“We’re going to win. I know it.” He kissed the flag and you laughed.

“Don’t be so sure of that.” Tom called out, gaining a few cheers from his brothers and Harrison.

“Oh, so we’re bickering now?” You turned, smiling. “You asked it, don’t come crying when we win.” This time, you turned to your brother. “Este wey, ¿quién se cree que es?” (this guy, who does he think he is?)

“Hey, hey! No trash talking in Spanish!” Harrison pointed. “That’s cheating.”

“Who said that?” Zendaya asked placing an arm around your shoulders. “How many languages do you speak, Harrison? Oh, wait…”

“Ohhhhh.” The twins chorused. “It’s getting hot in here.” Harrison rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“And the match hasn’t started yet.” You pointed with a smile.

“That’s why you’re so happy, because you still think you have opportunity.” Tom smiled, pointing at you with a beer.

“That’s what you told yourself after I accepted to go out with you after that mess of first date?” Everyone chanted, Tom simply laughed bitterly.

Almost two hours later...

It was already past half-time and neither the Mexican team nor the English team had score a goal, the tension around the room was starting to grow thicker as everyone heard the constant bantering between the couple that caused some laughs but, in reality, the pressure of the bet was starting to weigh in the both of you.

“What are you doing? What are you doing?” You yelled at the screen, pointing at one of the players. “Mete el maldito gol ya!” (just score a damn goal!)

“You know they can’t hear you, right, darling?” Tom interrupted you with his sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes and sat back on the chair.

“At least my team is trying, unlike yours, or did you forget the almost own goal stunt your team pulled on the first half?” You pointed, gaining an eye roll from Tom.

“Don’t get too comfortable, shall I remind you that México wouldn’t be playing if Korea hadn’t won the match against Germany.”

“So? We won against Germany, so that’s better than England has ever accomplished during this world cup.”

“And Sweden, they literally ruined your team. 0-3?” The young man scoffed sarcastically. “Hardly something to be proud of.”

You sighed with annoyance and turned to look at the TV, in time to see Javier Hernández running like a maniac towards the goal line, you, your brother and Zendaya jumped from your seats and started clapping and pointing at the screen. Tom couldn’t help but smile, seeing you be so passionate about this, to give your soul and commit yourself to support your country even from another country.

A frustrated cry left your lips. “Pásala pendejo!” (pass it, asshole)

“Shit-” But before Zendaya could even finish her sentence, you screamed louder as he scored a goal.

You and your brother yelled, hugging each other and pulling Zendaya to you two. The living room was suddenly roaring with your screams and songs as you cheered and watched the stadium go wild in the TV. Tom, the twins and Harrison groaned, but your boyfriend sneaked a peek at you singing the most known Mexican song “Cielito Lindo” at the top of your lungs, your arms around your brother and Zendaya. A laugh left his lips.

“Now, who’s the one laughing?” You walked to him with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He side-eyed you and rolled his eyes.

“I guess this is something to be proud of, don’t you think?” You teased with a smirk.

“Don’t sing victory yet, there’s still 5 minutes left.” Tom closed his arms over his chest with a smile.

You scoffed. “So? If they didn’t score the first two halves, you really think they’ll do it now?”

“Don’t underestimate my team.” He placed his hand on his chest, clutching the jersey on his hands. “This is not over.”

“The scoreboard says otherwise.” You winked and turned to your brother. “Hand me a beer, I guess we deserve it. You know,” Your eyes met Tom’s. “For winning.”

“It’s not over yet.” He repeated with a challenge. “They’ll score, I’m sure.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Keep trying to comfort yourself.”

As your brother handed you a cold bottle of beer, you continued staring at the TV in hopes of your team to score one last goal. As if they heard you, Guardado passed the ball to one of your favorite players, Carlos Vela, and he proceed to dodge the English team members and kicked the ball towards the goal, it flew above the goalkeeper and the stadium went wild like you and your brother.

The scoreboard changed to 0-2 and the twins groaned loudly, but Tom stood up and tried to walk to you despite the small circle you, your brother and Zendaya made to celebrate.

“Well that backfired, don’t you think?” You smiled to Tom. “When you said they’ll score a goal you obviously meant México, right?”

“I meant England.”

You tsked. “Well, the charm fell upon my team.”

Tom laughed as your brother continued to cheer with the México flag around him, Zendaya recording everything and cheering with her green jersey on. He turned to you as you hummed Cielito Lindo under your breath and clutched onto your jersey, your eyes on the TV and admiring the team cheering their victory and the stadium waving flags everywhere. His smile widened as he saw small tears beginning to take over your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He turned, reaching to clean a small tear on your cheek and ruining the small flag painted on it. “Why are you crying?”

“I can’t believe we’re one game close to the final one.” You smiled, turning to meet his gaze, he smiled back. “And I’m meeting Jake Gyneahall.”

“Oh, don’t remind me.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Hey, a bet’s a bet!” You tapped his chest with a frown. He smiled and lightly slapped your finger from his chest to pull you close to him.

“I know, I know.” He nodded, admiring your stained face. “When have I broken a promise?”

“Never.” You instantly replied, wrapping your arms around his torso with a smile. “I’m excited to see you wear the México jersey.”

Tom laughed and shook his head. “You’re something else.” He smiled, you fixed your arms around him. “I guess I’ll have to wear it during the final, I have to support my darling’s team, right?”

Your smile widened and jumped to crash your lips against his.

“You’re the best loser ever.”

[forever-rogue]

Smitten

A/N: Hey guys! This is just a short cheesy one shot that I had an idea for when I was watching Spider Man! If you have any ideas, requests, or prompts feel free to send them in!

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: (non actor) Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None

Y/N stared in the distance, zoning out, with eyes focused on the back wall of the coffee shop. Her mind was racing with all sorts of different ideas for the marketing campaign she was working on. She knew she must have had an extremely goofy look on her face but she was too focused to care. She was only startled when the spot her eyes were trained on was covered by a body.  Y/N cleared her throat and shifted her gaze back down to her laptop, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught.

After a few moments she dared to look up again and see if the person was still there. She let out a sigh of relief when she didn’t see anybody standing there. She suddenly heard a small  cough next to her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that same body standing next to her. She bit her lip and turned her head slowly, only to meet the face of a handsome young man. He looked to be about her age, with dark hair and eyes, dressed smartly in a button up and well fitting jeans. He had an air about him that suggested he knew just how good he looked.

“Hello there,” he said with a smile, an English accent apparent, and pulled out the chair across the small table from her. She was taken about by his forward nature but tried not to give away her thoughts.

“Hi,” she said shortly, “look I didn’t mean to stare earlier, I was just zoning out and happened to be staring at that wall.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think you were being weird or anything,” he took a swig from his coffee, “but you caught my eye so I figured I’d come over and introduce myself.”

“I caught your eye, huh? And you are?” She was getting a little annoyed; all she wanted to do was turn her attention back to her work and make sure she captured all her ideas before they went away and were lost forever.

“Oh, right! I’m Tom, Tom Holland,” he stretched out his hand across the table and waited for her to shake it. Y/N cast him a wary eye and raised her eyebrow as she ignored his request for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Tom. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a lot of work to do,” she didn’t even look up at this point but started typing again.

“Oh ugh, what’s your name?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. Girls didn’t usually turn him down like this.

“Y/N,” she said quietly.

“Just Y/N?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she sighed, “look Tom, I’m sure you’re a great guy and all, but I really need to get this project done. Don’t take it personally.”

“Oh yeah, no it’s fine. I’ll ugh, just go then and leave you to it,” he got up awkwardly and pushed the chair back in. He took one last look at Y/N and walked away without another word. His pride was a little hurt to say the least.

Y/N spent a few more hours typing away as she put the finishing touches on her project. Once she was satisfied with it, she closed her laptop and gathered her things to leave. The cafe was quiet now as it was getting later in the night. She was usually here late, working on assignments. She enjoyed working in the warm and cozy atmosphere. She was waving goodbye to her friend and barista, Karen, when she called her name.

“What’s up, Karen?” Y/N turned on her heel and walked back over to the counter.

“That guy that was trying to talk to you earlier left this for you,” she gave Y/N a smirk as she handed her a napkin. Y/N  looked at it and saw that he had left her his number.

“Oh wow,” she laughed a little bit as she balled it up and threw it into the trashcan, “he’s really trying.”

“He even asked what you normally order. I’d wager that he’s got a little crush. You have caught his eye Ms. Y/L/N,” Karen made a kissy face at Y/N.

“Ha ha, very funny. I’d say he didn’t take the hint very well,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I gotta go. I’ll see you later!” Karen gave her one last smirk as she waved at Y/N’s retreating back.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N fell back into her usual habit of leaving her office and going to work in coffee shop most afternoons to work on her various projects. After their initial encounter, she’d hadn’t seen any more signs of Tom, which made her feel a little better. She had felt a pang of regret throwing out his number and not sparing him a chance, but had decided it was really not a big deal. Besides, what if he had ended up being a weird stalker?

Y/N had come in and out her bag and laptop down at her usual table, getting everything ready to work before going to order her coffee. She had just started up her programs when Karen walked over and let a cup in front of her.

“Thank you, Karen! That wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it,” she gave her a big smile and took a sip of her customary toffee nut mocha.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not from me,” Karen winked and  stepped to the side and Y/N could see Tom sitting on the other side of the cafe, pointedly not looking in their direction, “it’s from him.”

“Are you serious?” Her eyes grew wide and threw back her head, “please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m afraid not, Y/N. He’s been coming here almost everyday since he met you. Sometimes he asks about you,” Karen revealed as Y/N’s face registered a look of surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How did I not notice!?” She went through the last few weeks in her mind, trying to remember seeing him there or anything.

“He never did anything weird. He’d just come, get a coffee and read or do work. He asked a few things about you, but nothing I’d think you’d be worried about,” Karen had quite enjoyed watching Tom try and get Y/N’s attention, “I think he’s got it bad for you. One might even say smitten.”

“Really?” she sighed in exasperation, “what do you think I should do?”

“Just go and talk to him. I think that’s all he really wants. Give him a chance, he seems like a nice guy.”

“Fine, you’re right,” Y/N took another long sip of her coffee before standing up and walking over to Tom, who was extraordinarily investing in the book in his hand.

“Hello Tom,” she said softly as she sat down across from him. She set her down her coffee and he slowly put down his book, “it’s nice to see you again.”

“Oh hello. Y/N, was it?” He was so clearly trying too to calm. Y/N could see right through his little facade.

“Yes, and I think you know what my name is,” she gave him a small laugh, “you see, my friend Karen told me everything. That’s one of the perks of having the barista be your friend.”

“Oh, wow. I hope you’re not completely weirded out, I never intended for it to be creepy,” he had a deep red blush starting to creep into his cheeks as he stammered nervously.

“Don’t worry, Tom, it’s okay, I’m not going to call the police or anything for you stalking me! I’m flattered you find me interesting enough to come here almost everyday.”

“Well, what can I say, it’s not all the time someone intrigues me so much,” he looked at down at the cup she was drinking from, “I see you got your coffee. I hope it’s good.”

“My favorite, of course. Look, I just wanted to say sorry for being so rude to you when we met. I just had a big project deadline coming up and I was finishing and didn’t want to lose all my ideas.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I was probably too forward. But it’s not everyday you think a pretty girl is staring at you...and then get it wrong and make yourself look like a fool,” he pursed his lips and made a face and Y/N laughed lightly.

“To your credit, I was staring at the wall pretty intently, so I can see the mistake,” she patted his arm as she went to stand back up and get back to her spot to work, “thanks for the coffee, Tom. I appreciate it.”

“Y/N, wait!” Tom quickly called after before she got too far away. Y/N stopped and turned around, “I just wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime.”

She gave flashed him a large smile, “I think that sounds nice, Tom.”

“Really? Great, just let me know when you have time or whatever. I’m pretty sure I left you my number,” he said sheepishly.

“Yeah, about that...I’m going to need your number again. However, now works for me, if you’d like to go and get dinner?”

“Now? Yeah, absolutely,” he grabbed his book and shoved it into his coat pocket as he stood up and eagerly followed her.

“Yes, I’m starving, I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch today,”  she started reaching for her stuff and he helped her pack up her things. She went to sling her bag over her shoulder, but Tom took it out of her hands put it over his own. He went over and held the door open for her. She smiled inwardly to herself at his small, but kind gesture.

“Do you like Mexican food? Because I know a great place,”

“One of my favorites! Lead the way,” she entwined with her fingers with his as he held them in the direction of the restaurant.

Their conversation flowed so naturally as they walked together, and Y/N was glad Karen had encouraged her to give him a chance. Maybe this was the start of something special after all.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

So I have a few ideas for 12 days of deadpool

Two Including Mexican!reader x wade. So any other ideas? It can be deadpool x reader or spideypool x reader?

Note on my spideypool, it's not tom holland version.

[spooderham]

If you don’t know how to write a poc reader, don’t

Who writes offensive stereotypical television tropes and doesn't acknowledge people when they nicely ask them to fix themselves?

@imvoidlangdon

See she posted this Latina x Tom Holland headcanons and most of them are offensive when they aren’t borderline racist.

She actually decided that 'Yes when I say Latina I mean Mexican’ when we all know Latina does not just mean Mexican. 

She writes how you, a Latina reader loves JLo and Selena when there are so many other people to love, not just two Hispanic women whites tend to hypersexualize and try to be. 

She also thinks that a Hispanic person would call their boyfriend ‘papi’, and honestly, that's the equivalent to a daddy kink only it's the version men have pushed onto Hispanic women because we're nothing more than our 'breeder hips'. 

She put in that a Latina close family = everyone in their family when, yes in some cases that are the truth, but in most it's not, close family is your mother and father and siblings and grandparents. 

Same with the overprotective father trope, yes some of our fathers are over protective but that trope is toxic and misogynistic, 

and right before this there's this line "Y/N I'm nervous is your family violent?" Like if that's not the most racist thing some white motherfucker can say. and do you know what @imvoidlangdon has the reader do, go 'oh Tom not all Latinas are violent' when the truth is the reader should have dropped his ass so fast white boy turned into light. She should have after that, had the reader burst into her home singing Single Lady's, not take him home. 

link to post in case you don’t believe me

[nothingbutimagines]

Three Kings (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Hispanic!Reader

Warning: None

Summary: Y/n is excited for the day because it is their favorite holiday while Tom is excited for very different reasons.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This amazing idea was submitted by an anon who said, “hi!! sorry if it's too much to ask but would you do a Tom Holland imagine where the reader is hispanic (puerto rican) please??” I'm not Puerto Rican, I'm Mexican but will try my best to make this work. It’s a little short.

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You jumped onto your shared bed, waking Tom up in the process as you laughed.

“Tom! Wake up! It’s three kings day!” You squealed.

“Y/n, it’s six o’clock in the morning. Go to bed.”

“No way! It’s like Christmas all over again! We gotta open presents before we go to my parent’s.” You explained.

“You sound like a little kid on Christmas and I can’t help but find you cute.” Tom stated, sitting up in bed as you pushed a present into his hands. “What’s this?”

“A present. I know we agreed not to get each other gifts since you still don’t quite understand my culture and you’ve never experienced this holiday, but I had to get you something.”

Tom opened the gift and smiled as he pulled out a Spider man action figure and a few new t-shirts. His smile grew as he leaned forward and kissed you. He set the present aside and ran a hand through his hair.

“I actually got you something as well.” He confessed. “I know how much it means to you for us both to experience one another’s cultures, so I got you something.”

He climbed off the bed and went to the closet, his back to you as he pulled out a medium sized box and set it down in front of you.

“What is it?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Just open it.” Tom said with a smile.

You nodded and started to unwrap the box and opened it, only to find another wrapped box inside. You gave Tom a look before opening the other box to find another wrapped box. You opened box after box, starting to get annoyed until you opened the smallest box to find it wrapped in a silver wrapping paper, much different than the red wrapping paper the rest was in.

“Quit looking at me like that and open it.” Tom instructed.

You opened the box to reveal a small black box inside. You gasped softly as Tom put his hands on yours and opened up the box to reveal a beautiful ring.

“Will you marry me, mi amor?” Tom asked softly, looking up at you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded quickly. “Yes! Yes, of course!” You cried, kissing him passionately.

Nevertheless it was the best damn Three Kings day of your life.