#tom holland x latina! 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.

#tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x hispanic!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff

[witchlyboo]

Definitely, maybe.

Part four: The one who loved you first.

Introduction. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 5.

Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: Implied smut and mention of +18 content, angst??? language, misspellings, and me learning how to write properly. Spanish words, is that a warning?

Word count: 7k

a/n: All body type and skin tone friendly. You can also enjoy it as a no Hispanic reader. I'm a slow writer, what can I say? but I hate short chapters so you can take your time to read this and it'd be like different parts (?) all constructive feedback and misspellings correction is welcome as always. Thanks to everyone that pushes me to keep writing through messages and posts, this is especially for you.

“I don’t think you mentioned my dad yet.” Evan says jumping happily holding your hand. You told him not to bring it up outside the apartment but he’s too excited of hearing about your life and since he looks so happy, you let him win, you always do.

“What makes you think that?”

“It's not Logan because you never stay with your first love, everyone knows that. Ben isn’t like dad, he’s too... I don’t know, he sounds stupid.”You laugh and nod unwittingly, happy that you described the story well enough for your son to catch the essence of the characters.I don’t like Timothée and I don’t know much about Tom. I think you’re keeping him to the last moment to confuse me.”

“I’m not saying anything but people change, I changed, and the person your father was, is not who he is today. You have to be cautious with the details, young Padawan.” You argue caressing his hair softly.

“None of them sound like dad, I don't want them to be him.” He sounds sad for a brief moment, but get distracted by the sound of a dog so you don't worry that much.

“Have a child rocks your entire world, I used to be awake all night, drink a lot, I didn’t like kids, hung out with dangerous people, and I didn’t care for anything that wasn’t me” You start enlisting, not mentioning certain substances you don’t consume anymore... Except for special occasions. “The moment I got you in my arms I became better, and the only thing I cared about was you and I'm sure daddy feels the same.”

“I think you try to distract me because I found out your plan.” You groan audibly but don’t say anything else, he’s too smart for your own good and any other clue might be too revealing. “You kiss Timothée, Ben is outside the town, what happened with Tom?” You sigh not being sure if you are ready for all the stress that comes with this part of the story.

“Tom is one of those things that have to get worse before getting better.” Bad, terrible, horrible, devastating but better. Eventually.

Timothée’s hands slowly go up to your thighs until he finds the border of your underwear. Are you wearing nice panties? Omg, you wish you are, you remember having just two pairs of clean underwear, the black, small, thin fabric that’s not particularly nice but is ok to set the mood on and a white high rise brief with red hearts that you bought as a joke because you thought they looked like the ones the cartoons have, but you wore them and now you love how comfortable they are, that’s why you keep them for those days you feel especially emotional or when the perfectly normal ones are waiting to be washed. Like today, fuck.

“Wait!” You break the kiss and stop his cold hands under your skirt. He's always cold, chilly thin fingers that caress your skin like a cold shower on a summer day, you like it, something in the way you shiver every time he touches you is mystical. He looks at you with confused and urged olive eyes so adorable that you can't help but smile.

“What?” He says squeezing your thighs and giving you small kisses all around your jaw and blurring your mind in the process. You haven't slept together, yet, these daily twenty minutes make-out seasons are all you have of your frozen fantasy only existent in his trailer and nowhere else. A snow globe experience.

“I think we should stop.” You murmur leaning back a little to make him stop kissing you and to watch him, you're sitting astride over his legs on his makeup chair, you started doing his hair but something in between got you distracted and know he is half-dressed and half well... that'll take more than the five minutes you have before the call.

He stops his movements and straightens his back, you feel his grip on your legs ease off. “What’s wrong?” He asks taking his hands out of your skirt and hugging your waist. You know your request is confusing after you’ve been making out for the last twenty minutes, you locked the trailer’s door and unzipped his jeans but the idea of him seeing your ridiculously comfortable underwear is just unacceptable for the safety of your self-esteem.

“Nothing, is just that this trailer isn’t romantic at all.” That would have been a good excuse if this were the first time you get this intimate, but it’s not.

“You humped my leg on this exact chair two days ago and now this trailer isn’t romantic enough?” He asks with a mocked face and you just blush like an idiot. Since the first kiss you had everything changed completely, you passed from hating every cell of his existence to jump into his arms at every opportunity, touching, caressing, biting, and yes humping, all slowly increasing for the last days before shooting and college. You’re not proud of the way things came up but maldita sea, his lips are so damn good and there’s a gentleness on his movements that fix some of the scars of your dented spirit. “It’s ok if you don’t want to do it but don’t lie to me.” Another thing you discovered about Tim is his habit to take everything extremely personal and due to his background, you’re not surprised. He starts fixing his clothes and you find yourself stopping his movements with your hands, no one could tell since you don’t have a bulge to announce how much you want him as he does but you do.

“I don’t want you to see my... calzón” The word ‘panties’ doesn’t sound appropriate to that monstrosity.

“Your what?” He asks scratching in his poor Spanish until something connects, he couldn’t help but burst into laughs when he remembers the meaning. “Underwear? Now I MUST see it.” He tries to raise your skirt fighting with your hands not really pushing them away, just playing.

“I bought it because I thought it was funny, is not what I usually use, I swear, your head would explode just to see me in my regular undies.” You're obviously joking but something deep inside of you wants to believe it.

“Then, since is my first time I'm relieved that you're not using them” He carries you from his lap and sits you on the makeup table in front “May I?” He asks with his hands on your thighs, begging with his eyes for your permission to disturb your dignity, and you agree, obviously, there's not much left to protect anyway.

He lifts your skirt to see what you're hiding, you can see in his face he's fighting to not laugh and thanks for his incredible acting skills he manages not to but that doesn't fade the red of your cheeks “I love them” You whine and laugh in a mix of emotions while he kneels in front of you. “No, I'm serious, I think it's lovely, it's my new favourite piece of cloth you have worn, and you know I love that Powerpuff Girls jeans.” Now he laughs but it's not mockery, his laugh is as warm as his hands can't be “In fact, let me show you how much I like it.” He whispers while his face slowly gets in the middle of your legs.

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You have been drawing nonsense lines with your finger on Tom’s back for the last half hour, Contemporary Art is your least favourite subject, you love the concept but the class is absolutely horrendous, slow and you find it very pretentious to decide what is art and what’s not, that’s why you usually spend this class texting Tom, playing some notebook game, laughing and showing memes to each other. The only reason you survive to this class is that is one of the few you share with him since you study different careers.

People constantly ask you why you choose Arts and not Fashion Design as a degree, and the answer is as simple as ever: Commitment issues. Even when you know costume design is what you love to do the most, you're not sure if you want to do this for the rest of your life, you know you want but you're not sure if you will, and that's why you want to have all your choices on your hand.

Tom has been especially moody these last weeks, silent, absent, as if he has something inside that is slowly killing him but can’t tell, and feels like is killing you as well. He and Sheep are the only people you share everything with but she's busy with the new boyfriend and Tom ignores every intent of communication you have.

“Want to go to the apartment? I have a day off.” You tell him putting your things in your bag when the class ends, not that you actually wrote something. That's how your conversations with him have become, he shamelessly ignores you, you try to make a move and he cuts you right off.

“No, I have something.” There it is. He said so fast and without the courtesy of look at you.

“Really, what is it?” You ask not even trying to hide your annoyance, he seems to notice because his tone is softer the next time he speaks.

“I have to pick something for my mom and then send it to her, there’s a lot of traffic and it’ll probably take me the whole day.” He responds clearly lying, not sure where to look at and stuttering.

“I can go with you.” But you already know the answer before he says anything. He declines your offer, says something like a goodbye, and simply walks away.

“Don’t take it too personal, he’s been like that for a while, there’s this girl he got obsessed with and nothing else matters.” Your classmate interrupts your internal agony talking behind you. “I think she sneaks into his room because he's there all the time.”

“So he's not doing something for his mom?” You ask not truly believing what he says, Tom tells you everything, what he thinks and feels 24 hours per day, well, he used to until a few weeks ago. Why would it be different if he has a girlfriend? Unless she's a witch suckling his soul, time and doesn't want him to see you, but you don't think that's the case, Tom wouldn't do that to you... Right?

“Probably not, but you tell me, I thought you were close.” He ends with a mocking smile and gets out of the classroom leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth. Why does this random extra in the movie of your life knows about the mysterious girl and not you? This is a poor written script, it needs more secondary characters.

You see Tom walking outside the building through the window and an impulse pushes you to run after him, not sure why or how but you want to know if the girl thing is true, or if he’s into something deeper and darker. Is your responsibility to look after him as he has done for you since day one. Even if the cost is violating his privacy? Absolutely.

After a few minutes of chasing him at a prudent distance, he enters the dormitories building as the creepy guy from class said, but that doesn’t imply anything, doesn’t mean he’s lying to you. Your phone rings with Ben's face showing up on the screen, a sign from the universe to respect Tom’s decisions and go to your own place with a precious blonde man who promises to satisfy all your fantasies. Then why are you running after your best friend?

Tom’s door is half-closed, which means that he’s open to visits or is waiting for someone, something like it, you just lived in the dormitories for three weeks so you don’t fully understand the system, you just know that he’s not doing something for his mom. You try to see through the tiny crack of the door but you can’t see or hear anything, maybe you should wait at the end of the corridor in case his date comes, you just want to see her, make sure your friend is actually lying to you and then perhaps make a scandal, you haven’t decided yet.

“Look what the south wind brought, Miss Latin America!” Suddenly an annoying voice from behind interrupts you from your espionage mission, Ezra Spencer, the man that tried multiple times to take you out but doesn’t bother to remember which country you’re from. You jump at the sound of his voice and turn around to find his stupid face smiling at you.

“Hey!” You force a kind expression and start to walk away from Tom’s door but it’s too late, the British boy appears behind it clearly surprised to see you there and unnecessarily nervous.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you, I wanted to invite you to my calendar but no worries, you are still on time to be Miss November, sited on a pumpkin with a scarecrow costume…” He starts laughing and you make a disgusted face but you don’t have time to say what you’re thinking because Tom is softly pushing you into to his room holding your arm.

“She’s busy being sexualized by another mediocre photographer, fuck off Ezra.” Tom closes the door with you two inside, he even put the safety on, making clear to your mutual friend that he is not welcome.

There are painful seconds of silence, you hiding your hands in your sweatshirt and looking at your own feet. This wasn’t part of the plan and now you have to explain why you’re there after he told you he wouldn’t.

“What are you doing here?” He asks after what seems an eternity and clears his throat because his voice sounded too weak.

“I came to see Janice, his boyfriend wants me to make a wardrobe from a play he’s making.” Very solid and detailed lie, you’re proud of how fast you thought of that. “Why? I’m disturbing you? interrupting something?” You don’t know why you feel so hurt, the mere idea of Tom lying to slip away with some random girl gives you nausea.

“Interrupting?” He asks folding his arms, his body is trying to protect himself of something, of you. You can see he’s as troubled as you, even more.

“You seem mad that I’m here.” That’s true but you’re inside begging he denies everything and hugs you, your need for his touch is a disturbing surprise, he never touches you expecting to go further and the lack of that kind of attention makes you missing him harder.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He murmurs and sits on his bed, he seems calmer now but dries the sweat of his hands on his thighs, he’s so easy to read to you and that’s why you are so worried, he can’t even see you in the eyes. “Fine, I don’t have to get anything for my mom, I wanted to be alone and I didn’t want to be rude, that’s all.”

“You’re lying, you been avoiding me for weeks, I know you visit Sheep when I’m not there, I know you turn around every time you see me at the corridors, I understand if you don’t want to be near me anymore or if there’s some girl that feels uncomfortable with us being so close” He looks at you with shock but you keep talking surprising the tears “But there’s nothing I hate more than lies.” You take a stress ball from his desk and press it a little “Let’s play the truth game, want you? I start, I actually came here to spy you” You throw the ball at him and he catches it with a confused face “Your turn.”

He stays still for a few seconds and then sighs. “There’s no some girl.” He assures and returns the ball to you, for some reason that answer calms you a little.

“I hate your old cologne, the new one is pretty good though” You raise your eyebrows but he doesn’t seem surprised, just chuckles when you threw the ball back.

“I changed it because Sheep told me you hated it.” He stands up and gives two steps to you, at that distance he could easily reach you but throws the ball anyway. You’re not sure how to take that confession.

“I hate how you’re treating me lately.” Your eyes water a little but not enough for him to notice, you return the ball and he catches without looking at it. “And I miss you.” You finish dancing a little over your feet to take the anxiety out.

He stays quiet again, but way longer than before, a dead silence that vibrates in your ears and makes you want to jump from the window, the way his eyes are desperate to tell you something but his mouth doesn’t is painful to watch. “There’s a girl.” He finally says, the game is over, the ball falls from his hand because you don’t care to catch it.

“I knew it” You claim and intend to walk away but he interrupts you giving a step in the direction you were about to go to, not sure if he has permission to touch you.

“But she doesn’t want me the way I do” That’s enough to stop you, and see the agony in kindest eyes that ever looked at you. “And I want her so much. Sometimes it can be almost too much. It can be so painful.” He gives another step and your heart is trying desperately to escape from your chest, you feel so little and fragile that it feels like a possibility. “And I only exist when she says my name.” He gives the final step, now the air between your bodies wouldn’t be enough to one breath, you're shaking and the number of emotions can’t let you decide what you’re actually feeling.

He closes his forehead with yours not fully touching, just enough to feel the warmth of his soul emanate from his body and enter in yours. “I only exist when you say my name.” He whispers clearing any doubt, he’s talking about you. He holds your cheek with one hand, touching you like never has ever before, that simple touch is more meaningful than any night or furtive moment you had shared with Ben or Tim. “Please say my name.”

“Thomas…” You don’t say his name, it is pumped out of your heart with the rest of the blood that keeps you alive, in a whisper, with the rest of the phrase missed on the course. You really wanted to say something, you must, your best friend is opening your heart to you and the only thing that appears in your mind is how grateful you are for always mask some gum after your classes so you can have good breath.

“Thank you” He answers finally breathing after your not sure how much, and you know it because his breath enters in your mouth before he kisses you, deeply, loving you with his lips, saying between kisses all you saw on his eyes before. Your hands find their path to his neck, the one you hold to stay standing and he hugs your waist firmly.

It wasn't a hungry kiss full of passion and bitten lips, he was showing you how much he means what he said, taking his time to savour the sweetness of your cherry gloss. You can feel him holding himself back for the way his fist clench in your sweatshirt and his breathing accelerate quickly.

Your phone rings again and as a reflect you slap his ear jumping in surprise, he grumbles in pain while you search your phone in your backpack just to see Ben's name again, something that absolutely sets off the mood. Mood? With Tom? That’s not possible.

“I forgot how strong you can be” He murmurs still rubbing his ear and you just realize what you were doing and the panic incarnate inside you like venom, so, clearly, you walk away like a scared rabbit. “No, wait! We need to talk.”

“I know, I just need some time” You reach the door and open it ready to disappear but he's already next to you holding your arm trying to stop you from leaving, you can see the panic in his eyes thinking that he screw up your friendship or any bond with you and you want to say something to calm him down but the words were stuck in your head not able to put together a coherent phrase “It's ok Tom, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”You give him a soft smile to show him that you're not mad at him.

“Why do you have to run away at any conflict sign?” Ouch, even when it's true you don't want to be questioned about your defence mechanisms when you are in the middle of one “Can you just...” Your phone rings again but with it in your hand, Tom can clearly see the name and picture of the sender. “You're leaving for him.” He says frowning severely and tighten up the grip in your arm, not enough to hurt you but it's disturbing.

“No, I'm going home, running away from conflict” But you hide and silence your phone anyway. Why are you feeling guilty? You don't owe him anything. Is clear that he doesn't believe you, especially when his hand in your arm doesn't loosen a bit. “Would you please let...”

“Fine, sorry. Fuck, you can leave, we’ll do this tomorrow.” He doesn’t seem too sure but he knows you so well to tell that keep pushing you is not leading anywhere.

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“What are you doing here?” Ben is waiting for you outside the apartments door, handsome as ever but with some kind of mournful robe over. You feel like you were being chased by your Christmas ghosts.

“You’re ignoring my messages and it’s New York, I thought you were dead” He gets closer to kiss your lips but you move your head and ends with a kiss on your cheek, you're not sure why you did it but kiss two different people in the same day, even in the same hour is overwhelming. “What's wrong Pinky Pie?”

“I didn't have a good day Ben, I want to take a shower and sleep before starting the mountain of homework I have, maybe in a few days when the dust settles...” The door opens when you turn the knob but your way inside is blocked by his arm in front of you and his proximity to your ear, in a common day, with your feet on the ground, that would've been enough to shrink your stomach but right now you're somewhere else. “That's your bad boy move? If you want to hit a wall please hit Merissa's, she’s a terrible neighbour.” You look at him with a mocking half-smile but you don't find the same. He looks… hurt?

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks taking his arm off your way but not the rest of his body, he's barely taller than Tom... But you definitely shouldn't be comparing them in any way. “You don't answer my texts, don't get my calls, and is like the twentieth offer to hang out with me you decline.”

“Don't be ridiculous” You mumble entering the apartment and leaving the door open for him to do the same, there's no sign of Sheep or his importunate boyfriend being there so you don't have an excuse to pass that conversation to another day. “You know I have a million things to do, there's not any actual reason.”

“You've been like this since I told you the friends thing.” He affirms walking inside and closing behind him, is the first time you see him like that, serious, with a lack of funny presumption in the face.

“I'm not a teenage girl with a broken heart that's throwing a tantrum because his crush used her to have sex. I just really want to sleep.” And cry probably, with no special reason, who needs any?

“Broken heart?” He asks with a troubled look, actually worried about what he thinks is a confession.

“I said that I don't have it. Are you even listening?” You don't really understand what's happening with him. Why is he here anyway? Everything feels like a clouded dream, but you're fully dressed and all your teeth in your mouth, that's how you know you're awake.

“Then why even mention it?” You have the feeling of having this conversation for the second time. Someone complaining about the lack of attention and the other denying the obvious. The difference is that you’re not that close, you’re just one of his many friends.

“Because you’re freaking me out! We were supposed to keep this cool but you’re here acting like a jealous boyfriend.” You don’t really think that, you understand the betray feeling of being ignored, even when there’s nothing more than a friendship, but you’re not thinking clearly and maybe the idea of commitment would make him uncomfortable.

“What if I am? Whatever I said doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you and I don’t care about your life. Fuck, you make me feel like I used you and now you’re doing some kind of revenge.” You know he appreciates you, he told you some of the most intimate things of his life and you did it too. Once you stayed awake all night talking about your favourite childhood movies, the age gap wasn’t an impediment for it since you like old movies as well and at the end of that call, your cheeks hurt thanks to how much you smiled. That was before the thing he said and Tim… and Tom.

“I'm not, but I can't just give my whole free time to someone that thinks of me as one of many.” That was surprising, frightening even. Until a few seconds ago you were sure you don't resent him for what he said but your mouth gesticulated words that didn't pass by the security station in your brain.

“Then there's a reason.” Apparently, it is, fuck. Jealousy isn't a common feeling in you, and to be honest, doesn't fit you, you don't want to enforce the concept of toxic Latinas who makes a scandal for minimum things. Is not jealousy, of that you're sure, but if that's so, then what is it?

“That's not what I meant” But you can't elaborate (not that you have much to say) because the door opens with Tom behind with a tough face and you just want to throw yourself out of the window (again). The last time those two were together was incredibly awkward, with all you know today, is a hundred times worse “Hey.” You say, you know, like an idiot.

“Hey.” He simply responds but is not looking at you, a battle of green and brown eyes is taking place in your kitchen, Ben doesn't seem to appreciate have his only time with you in weeks being interrupted, Tom can see that and takes his time to walk to you and whispers softly in your ear before leaving. “I'll wait in your room.”

“I guess your homework just arrived.” The blonde male in front of you has a tense jaw, and something in the way he's clenching his fist makes you give a step back.

“We have some unfinished issues that apparently can't wait until I've had some rest.” You explain like it means something for him.

“So do we” He says just standing there with wounded animal eyes that threaten to break your heart, that's why you look down at the ground with a growing feeling of guilt. “But I don't want to do it like this” He walks to you slowly, hunting, with a deadly seriousness that'd be scaring if he weren't that pretty. When he's a couple inches from your face you see him smile again, with the scent of tobacco filling your senses. “I get it, I wouldn't want to kiss you either if a just fucked another girl” You want to explain yourself, defend the honor you're suddenly so worried of but he doesn't give you space or time to do it. He kisses your cheek and hurries his way out the door. “You better answer my next call.”

What is that supposed to mean? But he's already gone so you decide it is problem of the future you, the one that is smarter, more mature, and luckily takes better decisions. You look at your dom room and take your time to go for it, yes, you were the one that wanted to talk about this but because you thought it was a jealous girlfriend thing. If you had the information you have right now, you wouldn't be so afraid to open your own door.

He is sitting in your bed but he's not as worried as before, there's some mix of resignation and confidence in his eyes, someone that can't lose something never had. You close the door and he throws a sock to you, a clean one, at least.

“Truth game 2.0, I ask something, throw the sock, you answer, ask something and throw it back. Are you dating Iván Drago?” He asks comparing Ben with that character from Rocky lV, and you laugh like it is another day of fun between you both, however, you take your time to think.

“No” You hear him breathe again and when you return the gaze to him, he's smiling at you. There's a lot of things you want to ask but not know how, or you do but you feel like it's another mission from your future you. “Would you stop talking to me if I was?”

“No” He answers immediately, not even thinking but the smiles fade away “But I don't think I could survive it again. You have to throw the sock.” He announces avoiding elaborate on his answer, it's obvious he's talking about Logan.

“That wasn't my question” cheater, you hear him mumble but doesn't do anything about it. “Why were you avoiding me?”

He sighs, catches the sock, and plays with it to kill some time.

“The day I was going to ask you out on a date you introduce me as your best friend to the lovely med student with a nice car. I know how the best friend role goes, I've done it a million times and was ok with it but I can't do this again. Not with you” Those words were meaningless to you, inside your irritation there's no space for an acceptable explication for his behaviour but you don't interrupt him.”A year later and you were free, sad, moody, and with no energy enough to exist but you still were my girl, I mean, the same as before. And I thought that if I give you enough time to take him out of your mind then it'd be a good moment for us, but again I waited too much and you found someone who spend time with” He is trying to find the correct words to not disturb you in any way. “But now I'm glad you did it because you're not sad and you have that shine in your eyes back. I'll always want the best for you, even when that's not me.”

“Answer the question” You insist again throwing an empty can of Diet Coke to his head, but he catches it before it hits him.

“I thought that if I was away from you long enough you could stop thinking of me as a brother and more as a...” But he doesn't finish his sentence, and you're sure is because he doesn't know how.

“A selfish asshole?” You are not sure how to act right now, how to be a proper human again, this is something you definitely didn't expect, and if he's saying the truth and he wanted to date you since you dated Logan, it's been a long journey. But you can't be that blind, can you?

“A friend! Someone that you don't feel that strange to date.”

“That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.” You claim walking around the room with folded arms, it actually got sense but is mean. If hurt you to have what he wants from you is a price he's willing to pay then you don't know him as you think you did.

“Is it? because I'm sure that before the space I gave you, you would punch me to death if I dare to kiss you.” Not that tragic but now you can’t think what you would do because all the situation is different, you miss him too much but you're not sure if this is the way you want things to happen, and the truth is you don't love him that way.

“It was cruel and evil, you can't force me to miss you to take advantage of that and come back as the men of my dreams. Cabrón engreído, no puedo creer que me hagas esto” At some point of your long walk around the room he corners you with your back on the closet and he in front, he was so smooth and slow that you didn't notice until he talks again.

“Is a very bad moment to tell you that it really turns me on when you speak Spanish?” You punch him on the shoulder and even when you see in his face that it hurt, he doesn't move away. “I know it wasn't the best plan ever but please. Do you have an idea of how hard it was for me to see you with them? Your new Ken is bearable but Logan was torture, the way you looked at him, how your entire body language changed when he appeared. I couldn't go through all that again, that would be the evil thing to do. At least I wanted to know if you are able to do all those things with me.” He holds your hands and joins his forehead with yours, and you allow it because you need his closeness too and you don't have the heart to push him away.

“What if I can't?” You murmur in a delicate sound you're not sure if he catches but you know he does, by the way his eyes close and his lips press. But after a long pause, he answers.

“Then I'll be your best friend again, ready to see you with all of those guys over and over” He opens his eyes again to see you, and something in them makes you know that he really means it “Even if it kills me.”

Now you regret to call him evil, he's not, is a fragile human with feelings that can be broken, like yours, and at the end of the day you can't keep doing what is correct for the rest of the world, you are the exact example of that, you have done it hundred times, no matter the cost. But he accepted to do it for you anyway, that takes a lot of love to have.

You wonder if someday you could feel something that strong.

“Now what?” You ask truly wondering, this is unknown territory, usually when someone likes you, you know what to do, if is reciprocate, you can kiss, fuck or whatever the terms are, and if is not, you kindly decline the offer, you’re not the kind to give false hopes.

This is not reciprocated; it didn’t take you much time to realize that. But there’s something in the way he looks at you that remains you of another feeling, one that you believed was faded away. Being loved. Is it too bad to be loved without love back? Is it too horrible to just accept without giving? The warm touch of his hand traveling along your arm to your cheek sotfed you and for a little moment, you feel you deserve it. You know you don’t.

“I'm not sure, I've only had you this close in my dreams” You try to fight but you finally smile, a gesture he imitates, and suddenly the situation seem less tragic, more natural, like the eclipses the ancestors thought were the end of the world, but knowing of its existence, it’is even beautiful.

“And what do you do then when you have me like this?” Look at you, flirting already. You're going to regret this tomorrow on Monday when Timothée tells you how much he missed you or when you answer Ben's call to listen to all the dirty things he wants to do to you, but you like that, right? You're an attention eager, that's why you broke up with Logan because it wasn't enough for the rest of your life. Wow, is it sexist to slut-shame yourself? Stop it, you're enjoying yourself, there's nothing wrong with it, you don't hurt anybody... yet.

A glimpse of light appears in his eyes but you can't tell what kind because he cuts the space between you both in a kiss more intimate and passionate than the first one. His hands are full of you, one holding your wrist firmly against his and the other traveling around your back, not sure what to do with all the freedom you gave him, his caresses are clumsy and awkward, lost like a dog that finally catches his tail, what's the next step? He finds his path when he takes the back of your neck and pushes backward slowly to discover your bare skin, that's the place where his lips start the fire, one that starts where his kisses touch and spreads to the rest of your body, is like he knows the exact positions of your sweet spots, like if he had studied and planned it multiple times until he prepared the perfect routine.

His free hand finds your leg and puts it on his hip, beating the record of how close you have been for the third time this day. You can feel his bulge, although that's a very vague way to say it, his state is dangerously hard and you can only be there at the moment, a clay dough being sculped by his prodigious hands.

His breathing is heavy, and the speed of his heart is bumping violently against your chest, you can tell how much he wanted this, how desperate he is for your closeness, you didn't need any other proof to that but he gave it to you when a heavy groan escaped from his throat and his whole body tensed for two different reasons. Did he just...?

He hurries to go to the other side of the room looking at the window with his hand holding himself to the wall. You should say something, something comforting. It's ok, that happens all the time. No, that sounds slutty. I didn't know this was a race, but you won! Haha, no, but you mentally high five for that. He's standing there trying to get his regular breathing back, and for the tension of his back you can tell he's mentally struggling too. Say something, it's been twenty long and grievous seconds, say something, say something, please say something, anything, a word, a cow sound. And then, your phone rings again. Thank God!

“Sorry, I need to take this, is my boss” Which is true but at this moment even an unknown number would be an important and unmissable call. You get out of the room and hurry to hide in the bathroom, where you can finally breathe again “Hey, Mr. Chalamet.” You say when answering not sure why, and now you feel stupid, being formal after the way he ate you out this morning is senseless.

“Are we playing Mr. and Mrs. now? I like it, I thought that the whole señorita thing is so burned out already. But I'd like Papi, oh God, can you call me Papi right now?” What's going on? Why can't you have five minutes with a normal and casual conversation with a male specimen?

“Ummm, this isn't a good moment, Tim. Can I call you later?” Or not, that's also a good option.

“Right, no, I want you to come to a party with me, is to celebrate the end of the shooting, an exclusive actor thing. I thought you would like to meet some people from the media and maybe slip away a couple minutes with me in the middle.” He sounds really excited like this isn't something he does every weekend of his life and some of that thrill sticks to you, it actually sounds tempting.

“Can I bring a friend?” You immediately think about Beth and how much she would love to go with you, and maybe you wouldn't feel completely out of place.

“No, sorry, pretty bunny, it's a really private thing, I'll get in trouble just taking you there. But what do you say? Tomorrow at 10?” He doesn't sound sorry and you don't appreciate the nickname but you decide to go on anyway.

“Sure, I'll be ready.” You hear something about what to wear and stuff but you hung up before he finishes because you're worried Tom thinks you're there hiding from him, and even when that is unintentionally true, you really don't want him to feel bad.

But when you open the door, he's gone.

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[misformarvel]

My latina/o people

Should I write a bilingual fanfic? I’m not confident enough but I’ve been posting a lot in English and it’s time to free the argentine in me you know?

Hola, jaja. Ya había publicado un “adelanto” de mi fanfic en español, pero creo que esa historia (abajo dejo los links) va a funcionar mejor en ingles por el backround de los personajes . Entonces estaba pensando en hacer directamente algo más Tom Holland x Latina! reader (aunque también podría ser Haz x Latina! reader, idk).

No me dejen sola en esto, necesito que me orienten un poquito.

Si te tomaste el tiempo de leer esto, muchiiiiisimas gracias, te quiero mucho. 

xx. M

Fic en español 1p.

Fic en español 2p.

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[lucysometimeswrites]

hey!! are you taking request?? if so, could you please write a tom x latina!reader where she’s listening to reggaeton while doing something and tom catches her?? thank you so much 😍😍

hi there!! so sorry this took so long but you know life, here it is tho!! i hope you like it! play some reggaeton del viejo while you're at it ;)

Growing up, Sundays were always deemed the cleaning day. You'd wake up to the musicón playing from the living room and your mom dancing around while leaving everything in her wake spotless. So, naturally, you'd kept the tradition after you moved to your own place and, now, after you moved in with your boyfriend Tom almost a year ago.

The cool morning breeze caressed your skin, just like Tom's arm would have if he were in bed with you. That's what made you wake up completely, wondering where he'd gone and why he wasn't there to give you your morning cuddles and kisses. Then you remembered the faded memory of him giving your temple a soft peck and some jumbled words about going to golf, so you sighed and got up to make yourself some breakfast.

After a nice cup of coffee and a quick meal enjoying the solitude for a little while, you slapped your hands on your thighs with a bueno!, and made your way to the supplies closet to grab the broom. You decided to start your cleaning ritual with the second floor of the house and by the time 10:30 hit, you were doing the living room with your very own musicón blaring through the speaker. You usually would play soft songs, taking your time with the cleaning and doing it meticulously. Today, however, you felt like relieving the memories from when you would help clean back home, so your "latino feelz" playlist was playing everything from bachata to the dirtiest reggeaton ever. The broom in your hands had become your dance partner, its stiffness highlighting your sensual moves.

Wisin y Yandeeel,

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo (Damas y Caballeros)

Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo (La gerencia)

Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo

To' el mundo pega'o, la disco, bailoteo

You squealed as Como Antes by Wisin y Yandel came on and instantly started singing along, pointing to imaginary people as if you were in a nightclub. Just like old times, you thought.

Mírala bien, bien pega'o

Ahora es que es pa' la pared

Ponle dembow, pam pam pam

Ahora es

You popped your hips to the rhythm, ready to drop your ass to the floor when the beat hit and the broom long forgotten.

Si tu cuerpo me pide un deseo

Te lo calmo cuando hay perreo

Y de repente recuerdo lo viejo

To' el mundo pega'o, la disco, bailoteo

You dragged your hands sexily down your body, closing your eyes, perreando like there was no tomorrow as the song went on.

"Well, what on earth is this?"

You jumped in fear and whipped your head to the door, finding Tom there with a shit-eating grin and crossed arms as he watched your little show unfold.

With a nervous giggle you answered, "Well, it's cleaning day".

"I can see that," he said, his eyes raking over your body and leaning against the door, "Oh, don't let me stop you" he chuckled.

I can have a little fun with this, you figured, so grabbing the broom once again, you joined into the chorus and kept swinging your hips (a little extra now that you had an audience).

A faint groan was heard from behind you, so you turned around and with hooded eyes made your way to your lover, with an extended hand inviting him to join.

Tom matched your vibe, and grasping your hand firmly, he twirled you around so his chest was pressed up against your back.

Si tu cuerpo me sigue, entramo' en el juego

Y si recuerdas, no lo dejes pa' luego

Echa to' eso para acá o voy pa' allá

O voy pa' allá de nuevo

En una esquina acequiarte, toda besarte

Baby, conmigo te llevo

You grinded your ass against Tom's front, his hands strongly taking hold of your hips and helping them move. His breath fanned over your neck, and you tilted your head to lean on his shoulder as he placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

Te veo froteando hace rato, tú me quieres dar un roze

DJ sube el volumen pa' que la disco destroce

¿Cómo es que tú dices baby? (Papito, tú me conoces)

You huskily whispered in his ear the last line, which apparently drove him mad because he suddenly turned you around and threw you over his shoulder with smack to your ass.

"Wait, it's cleaning day!" you squealed, but you both knew it wasn't a real complaint.

"That's a shame, because we're about to get real dirty" he answered smoothly kicking the door shut and leaving the broom long forgotten, once again.

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[kookiesmonkey]

whenever i find x !latina reader i get SO happy so thank u to all the authors that write for us and other POC 💗💗

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[spideyanakin]

Un Poco Loco

Peter Parker x Latina! Reader

Synopsis; Peter helps you with bullies because you make him un poco loco. 

To Bless Your Ears

Masterlist

Warnings; none

Requested by; Anonymous // Could you do one with Tom Holland about reader being mexican or Latinx and people making fun or bothering her cause she speaks spanish or her accent? I just had a bad experience recently about me talking spanish in front of people and I've been feeling kinda bad about it. So I hope you can do this one if your comfortable of course ♡

A/n; I truly hope I didn’t offend the latina community in any way. I never knew people got bullied for speaking spanish. Like i live at the border of spain (can see spain from my window lol) so ive always heard spanish and it was never considered weird to speak it. so im so sorry for what your going trough, and second thank you for teaching me about that haha. 

Ps; I made this Peter Parker bc I had more inspo :) hope you don’t mind.

“Here, fresh from Colombia” you chuckled as you handed Peter a pack of coffee candies, giving you a bright smile as you did so. N/A; Colombian coffee candies are freaking amazing like you haven’t lived if you haven’t tried them 💀

“Oh my god thank you.” His eyes sparkled as he opened the pack and slipped one in his mouth.

You looked at him as he was about to take another one.

“Hey slow down with these, my uncle only brought me three packs this time and I want them to last longer than last time.” You shot daggers with your eyes at him and he gave you a sheepish grin, knowing too well he was the cause of them all disappearing last time.

“Yes, babe...”

You laughed as you sat next to him slipping your hand in his and playing with his fingertips.

“Hey paeeeella, you are done speaking so loud? I can't concentrate on my conversation.” You heard flash’s voice from the seat behind you and snapped your head towards him.

“Qué?” You asked a little taken aback from his nickname for you.

“huh? You know this is English class right?” He chuckled. “Spanish ended an hour ago.”

“Uno, I know. Two, Paella is a Spanish dish. Im from Mexico.”

“You think I care?” He laughed before opening his book as the teacher entered the class. You started burning with anger as you turned back to your seat.

“El burro sabe mas que tu.” you whispered under your breath as Peter’s face twisted from Flash’s comments.

You squeezed his hand under the table telling him it was fine.

~

You walked down the hallway with Peter when suddenly Flash and his friends came bursting into the hallway heading right towards you. They were singing, no screaming the lyrics from coco.

“WHAT COLOR IS THE SKY.” You heard two of them scream and then some replied with the rest of the song.

“AY, MI AMAR AR MI AMAR.” You cringed as you heard the group mess up the lyrics.

“YOU TELL ME THAT IT'S RED.”

“AY, MI AMAR AR MI AMAR.”

No matter how much you didn’t want to you turned around to spot flash and his group.

“Hey, Mexico!” Flash screamed exaggerating the accent on Mexico.

“WHERE SHOULD I PUT MY SHOES”

He was walking even closer to you and you finally spotted a pair of muddy shoes in the hands.

“AY, MI AMAR AR MI AMAR.”

“YOU SAID PUT THEM ON YOUR HEAD!” the whole group screamed and flash placed the muddy shoes on your head.

You growled in anger as Peter was ready to fistfight with flash. The group laughed before running away still singing as they left.

“Go back to Mexico, Spanish freak.” You heard flash before they left the building.

On the other hand, Peter was ready to go after them and give them the spiderman treatment.

“Don’t worry about it, Peter.” You looked down as you got the shoes off your head, patting some dirt off.

“I’ll just go and wash my hair.” You gave him a soft sad smile as you walked away, dropping the shoes on top of a locker.

You looked into the mirror feeling some tears spill out of your eyes. You felt stupid for letting it get to you but it did. You did nothing wrong to them and they were treating you like you didn’t belong just because of your mother tongue.

You pushed your thoughts away and washed the last bit of dirt off your hair. You wiped your eyes before leaving straight for home, not even realizing Peter was waiting for you at the school exit.

“Hey. Wait for me.” Peter chuckled as he got closer to you.

“Hey.” You replied your tone being sadder than your usual bright self.

“You sure you ok?” Peter turned your face towards him and saw your red eyes.

You shook your head no before burying your head in his shoulder.

“Hey... it’s ok.” Peter placed his arms around you trying to make you feel better.

“No, it’s not Peter. I can’t even speak without getting laughed at.” You sniffed as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Hey. You know these people are stupid to say that. Im sure that if you bring them to Mexico they're the ones who will be laughed at.” He replied which made you chuckle. “Im sure if they took even the slightest second to know you you’ll have their hearts in your pockets. They’re not half as cool as you are.” You smiled at his words.

“Really?” You sniffed as you looked into his eyes.

“Yes! Plus they don’t know what their missing with your uncle’s candies.” He chuckled as he stuffed his hand in his pocket and handed you one. You rolled your eyes and grabbed one the sweet coffee melting in your mouth

“You want to know something?” Peter said before tucking a strand of your hair under your ear.

“Yes?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well you make me un poco loco ” He chuckled before pressing a kiss to your lips. "It's not even un poco actually. Im just loco about you." You giggled at his words before pressing your forehead on his.

“Well, you make me un poco loco too.”

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[whoispiderman]

Oh, hey guys! So maybe the day after tomorrow (???) I publish my first imagines with Tom and the Latina and black Y/n! I want a lot of criticism about the imagines, so that's it! Just remember, my English (for me) is not very good, so that's it!

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[elizabeth-santana-98]

SPIDERMAN IS BACK IN MCU!!!! JULY 16, 2021

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[cherry-holland]

Hi! Can I ask for the sleepover the headcanons of Tom and Harrison with his girl from Spain? (bonus points if some of them are smutty 👀)

Oooo okay so I guess you’re asking for both of them if they were with a Spanish girl? That’s what I’m assuming 👏🏽👏🏽 also I am not Spaniard so I’m gonna try to do this right (I’m only really familiar with Puerto Rican and Dominican culture as well as Mexican culture so I’m soz if I do this wrong 🙃🤷🏽‍♀️)

Warning - once again, the steaminess intensifies bc apparently I can’t not write smut, thanks to my Taurus side and my Latina ass 😂😂

Alright so tommy boy

Tom would be doing press in Spain for a movie

And I feel like it would be like one of those meet-cutes that’s like, him seeing a beautiful stranger-type deals

So he would see you from across the way and hear your speak Spanish and homeboy knew he was in for it

Harry had to practically shove Tom into you to get him to speak bc he was so in awe of you he got nervous

And once he finally got the nerve to talk to you, it was as if it was meant to be

Y’alls first date would definitely be dinner and salsa dancing

And homeboy suuuuure impressed the hell out of you bc he was keeping up with you on the dance floor

And with liquid courage and adrenaline, he would pull you close so the dance was more passionate

Tom with a Spanish girl would be aaaaall passion

Like I feel like he would love how naturally passionate you are about things, and how passionate you are as a lover

So, needless to say the sex is a m a z i n g

Like y’all would be going at it all night, and both of y’all would not get enough - and it would always be pure love-making bc hELLO most of us Spanish women are aaaall about that

On a fluffier note, Tommy boy would also love to sing with you in Spanish and learn all the Spanish he could

And when he gets it right??? Whew chile it’s the hottest thing ever 🥵🥵

Tom would be so appreciative of your culture though and would be super sweet with learning all about it, which we love bc who doesn’t love a cultured man?? 🥺🥺

Also would really love him and a Spanish girl together bc they would be just so attractive together bye

ALRIGHT YALL

oh my god

This is the best headcanon ever bc I’ve put quite a bit of thought into Haz and a Latina/Spanish girl obviously

Okay

So haz is suuuuper soft yet cheeky and I feel like the dynamic with him and a Spanish girl would be so cute and hot

Haz has this sweet nature to him, and I feel that sweet and spicy just naturally balances out

So he would fall in love with your zest for life and your passion, almost like Tom but in a different way

He likes the intensity you bring to the relationship bc it shakes things up for him

And you love the softness he brings bc you feel as though your life can be a little crazy??

So with your spiciness and his softness???

Y’all could change the world

And as far as the sex??

Haz, in my opinion, is def more of a sub-leaning switch

So he would loooooove it when you take control

Telling him in Spanish all of the things you wanna do to him, and the things you want him to do to you

And he would be all blushy and pupils blown after that

Ok so this isn’t Spanish, but the song “false god”??

Yep that’s y’alls song

ANYWAYS

Haz would loooove cooking Spanish food with you

Arroz con pollo??? Paella’s???

It would be legit all he eats bc it reminds him of you and he loves the bonding experience y’all have whenever you cook together

And he would def call you nicknames in Spanish

“Mi amor, mi vida, mi corazón...”

And hearing the accent that comes out of it??? Like that almost perfect spanish accent???

🥵🥵🥵

And he would def make all spanish music playlists for you

Like he would look up all the lyrics to make sure his emotions come across perfectly in those playlists bc lbr - homeboy is one of THOSE guys who relays their feels in a playlist

And he def has a secret one saved for only you and him so the public doesn’t see it oops

ALSO

The instas y’all would take???

Oh GOD

He would gas you tf UP

“Mi princesa de españa”

All the cute captions 🥺🥺

And to finish it off???

He would be the absolute cutest with your family

Like your fam would be like 🤔🤔 bc, hello, he’s a white Brit who’s entering in your crazy, loud, verrrry Spanish home

But as soon as he spits out his Spanish??

Oh he’s a part of the family

And when he’s playing with your cousins, he’ll go, “I cannot wait until we have one of our own little niñas running around”

🥺🥺🥺

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[toxicxxmyth]

Tom Holland dating a Latina

Authors Note: I got this idea by someone who also made a Tom Holland headcanon about a Latin gf and I cANT FIND YOU ANYWHERE SO IF YOU SEE THIS PLEASE COME FORWARD SO I CAN CREDIT YOU FOR THIS AMAZING IDEA ILY . Also, as a Latina myself(Puerto Rican) this was lowkey hard to make because all of the things I do and my family does is normal to me, so it’s kind of hard to pin point what’s different and how a relationship with someone who isn’t Latinx would be like. I hope you enjoy nonetheless :’).

The poor boy would be woken up almost every Saturday with loud ass Spanish music and you walking his ass up to clean the house.

Even if you don’t like cleaning, it stuck with you due to how many times your mom did it(let’s not pretend that this didn’t happen to us every damn Saturday :’)

Tom always looking forward to your cooking cause you use tHAT ADOBO AND SAZÓN!!

And if you can’t cook than looking forward to your mothers cooking !

Also, your whole family loving him despite the language barrier

Dating you means dating your whole family

Meeting your mom was accidental actually

Let me tell you bout it

So you where on the phone with your mother when she asked about Tom

And you were like “yeah, he’s here”

And she’s like “PÓNMELO!!” (Put him on)

And you were like “aight”

But Tom was like :0

Meeting his family was also loveLY

His mom tried cooking some of your traditional foods

You were so touched you cried cause we’re some sensitive and extra ass bitches up in here

I’m joking

But you were still hella touched at the gesture

Teaching Harry and Sam cuss words in Spanish

Bathing him in Vic’s when he’s sick

Or anything really

Broken leg? VICS

Broken nose? VICS

Nasty cut? VICS

Or if he’s sick sick then you’ll call your abuelita and she’ll tell you to just give him some ginger tea that taste like shit but works wonders, then rub some Vics on it lol

You don’t usually argue, but when you do you end up leaving poor tommy confused asf.

You go from English to Spanish in seconds because sometimes yelling and explaining in another language isn’t easy

And when you do argue, it’s prolly bout dishes or smth

He could’ve left a mess and you and your temper would be yelling at him that you weren’t a maid.

He actually took it seriously and almost cried at the fact that he thinks that you think he thinks of you that way(I hope it makes sense lol)

And you’re like ????? Khe ????

“juST WASH THE GODDAMN DISHES”

Giving you heart eyes whenever you start dance salsa with a broom.

Or twerk against the table

Either way he’s giving you heart eyes

Cause dAMN you fine

Skinny, chubby, flat ass, fat ass, flat chest big ass watermelons yoU FINE ASF

So much ass slapping

Like, you would not hesitate to slap his ass

At first he was like :0

But now it’s like

Y’all feel it coming already

Tom feeling your wrath when he brings a rice cooker

God forbid a rice cooker goes anywhere near your house.

Teaching him Spanish because he wants to communicate better with your family

So many cheek kisses

Like he wouldn’t even be able to mutter a word before everyone is pulling him in for a cheek kiss

You’ll have to silently scold your family bc you’re not suppose to do that to strangers !!!

But after a while in your relationship he’s the one initiating it

Yelling and shouting once he walks in your parents house, feeling comfortable as ever

He’ll literally be at your parents house and you wouldn’t even know

Vice verse honestly

You’re father/uncles/cousins would be iffy for like the first 5 minutes, trying to intimidate him n shit

But then they’d just burst out laughing and Tom is both relieved and :0

You’re naturally flirty so he might get jealous when you’re out and about and guys are practically swooning over you and your kind personality

You calling him papi is his ultimate weakness

Will MELT once you utter the words, papi

Mi amor is also such a big nickname that he’ll absolutely melt over

Him teaching you all about his country and culture

As well as teaching you slangs that leave you confused asf bc you’re so used to American slang

Also leaving him confused asf with your slang because theres like 20 different types of Spanish, you feel me?

So it’s like, you teach him your slang but then he uses it on other Spanish speakers and they’re like ???? Khe ???

Y’alls sex life is sPICY

I’m not going into detail because *blush blush*

But it is sPICY sPICY

Him teaching you British bands while you teach him old classic reaggaeton and bachata, salsa songs

Also you fangirling over cnco and Tom just giving Richard side eye every time you gush about him

“whY ARE YOU YELLING

i’M NOT YELLING, JODIO CABRÓN

Cussing a life style

There’s never a time where you’re not cussing at each other

But in the loving way, ya know?

PDA is all over the roof top

I feel like Tom isn’t into pda but he just can’t keep his hands off you

And you can’t keep your hands of him either so it’s a win win situation

You getting an attitude with him and the he bits back with the same attitude and you’re like :0

Omfg do you have an attitude problem!

But my mans Tom teaches you a few lessons here and there ;)

And you lOVE IT

BUt after the sPICY lesson is over you scold him for shutting you up like that

Leaving him confused bc your moods change in literal seconds and he can’t keep up

Overall, your relationship would be a roller coaster bc of your complete opposite cultures and habits

But y’all make it work!

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[non-stop-imagines]

Injuries and Mean Girls (Headcanon Request)

Request: Hi sweetheart, I would like to make a request where the reader is a dancer and she injured her knee really bad (she needs a surgery an all this stuff) and everyone in her class is so rude and make her believe she’s not going to dance ever again, but Tom comforts her and makes her sure she’s the best dancer in the whole world, thank you.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Afro-Latina Dancer!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, injury, surgery, one mention of throwing up, depricating comments from other people

A/N: A Tom Holland request for @birdonparadise that honestly brought up memories for me, hence the reason why it's so long. In 2015 I tore my ACL and the rehab process was gruling but I eventually got back to my sport better than ever. So I hope that using my experiences helped with making this Headcanon what you hoped for. Hope you enjoy!💖💛💖💛

Remember requests are open! It can be a specific prompt or from the Drabble Request list linked in the bio! Just ask to be on a tags list (or all tags lists)!

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Masterlist

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You have been a dancer for literally your entire life

Like in the womb? When there was music playing you were moving

When you grew up and started dancing with greater intent of doing it as a career, you would stop at nothing to make those dreams a reality

So when you were presented the opportunity to dance over in London you jumped on it

And when you first got there everyone seemed very sweet

You quickly learned that it was because they all thought you would barely last a month there

But literally in a week you showed them that you could dance circles around them, no matter the genre

And you had more rhythm in your pinky toe than they did in their whole body

And during this first couple of months in London you met Tom, who would help during the practices sometimes

And you two hit it off instantly

During a private ballet lesson he finally asked you on a date

"You're an absolutely gorgeous woman and dancer and I was a hoping- er, wondering if you would want to go on a date? With me?"

"Cause I like hair, you know... The curls."

"And how every single color looks great on you."

"Also, I don't find it very fair that they don't accommodate for your skin tone when they order the nude colored items…"

Let's just say he rambled a bit before he let you answer

But now you guys are going 6 months strong

And you were almost at 10 months with the dance company when disaster strikes

During a practice where you guys were learning a new hip-hop group dance with many new and extremely intricate moves, you land wrong on your left leg and feel a pop in your knee

You instantly bring it to your chest and bawl your eyes out.

Your teacher has a couple of the assistants in the room carry you out to their car and take you to the hospital

Tom was right behind you, just as worried, but still worked hard to keep you calm once you got to the hospital

After an x-ray and an MRI, you find out that you have a torn ACL and meniscus and will need surgery

So you schedule it for the next week so you can get everything ready at home

In no time at all, the day of your surgery came and you were not ready mentally at all

Knowing that you'll have to use crutches for two weeks

And how you'll have to go through 4 and a half months of rehab to just barely get back to practicing again

But Tom decided to take a week off to help you that first week, making the situation a little less daunting

You went into surgery and after what felt like a 30 minute nap, but what was really a 4 hour surgery, you were out with a fixed knee

That was in pretty horrible pain

After giving you instructions on how to ice your knee, the medication to take, when you were able to walk on it again, and when your physical training was going to start, Tom was able to take you home

Let me tell ya that first day home was a fricken nightmare

The pain was almost unbearable

You threw up the food you had when you got home due to the side effects of the general anesthesia

Sleeping was even uncomfortable

After the first week you went to the studio with Tom just to show your face and the entire time you were there it was negative whispers everywhere

"I can't believe she came…"

"Ugh, look at those scars on her knee. Those are never going to go away."

"If I were her I wouldn't even try."

"Even if she did come back, she definitely wouldn't dance the same. She honestly shouldn't even try."

Gosh it was horrible and you weren't the same for the rest of the day

And you had Tom worried the entire time

"Love, are you alright?"

"Do you need more ice?"

"I promise it will get better."

And it does… eventually

Sure, PT was absolute hell, but Tom and your trainer we're supportive the entire time

Once you were able to get back into the studio you hit the ground running

Practicing as much as your body would allow

And soon you were back to practicing with the company about 6 months after your surgery

But quickly everything they said about you when you first came back to visit came flooding back to you, and, my, did it affect you

To the point where your teacher thought it would be best if you "sat out" of the performance that was coming up

That ruined you

But Tom wasn't having that

"We are going to show them what they will be missing if they sit you out"

You and him stay after for a private practice where he helps you practice the dance (which was a fast and difficult jazz routine)

But you get frustrated extremely quick

So he slows it down and turns on 1+1 by Beyonce (one of your favorite songs)  then holds out his hand for you to grab and begins to simply slow dance with you

As you guys move around the room he talks to you

"What's going on, love? You're never this in your head when you dance."

"What if I'm not going to be as great as I was before?"

"Why would you say that?"

"That's what they were whispering when I first came back the week after my surgery. I know it wouldn't usually bother me but… being injured just makes it seem like a possibility."

He spins you then stops his movements for a moment

"Listen, you are an amazing dancer no matter what. They are lucky bastards to have you on their team and jealous pricks for not realizing that."

You guys continue to move around the room, the tightly coiled strands of hair that didn't make it into your bun bouncing with every movement

"Well, how do you suggest I get this dance down by next week?"

"You'll practice, during class and with me. And if I know you well enough as a person and my girlfriend, you'll probably practice at home too."

He smiles at you a smile that practically melts you, then turns you one last time and dips you, giving you a kiss when he pulls you back up.

"Let's get to work."

You knew you should have never doubted Tom because, like he said, after practicing non-stop (which included probably a bottle of ibuprofen, half the ice in the antarctic, and a couple of good crying sessions) you went to your instructor and did the whole routine flawlessly, earning your spot back in the routine

Making those pale-ass, blondy London bitches jealous of you once more

And making Tom the proudest boyfriend in the world

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[mcu-hoes]

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[witchlyboo]

Tom Holland dating a Latina Pt. 3

Christmas edition 🎄

Holaaaaaaaaa. The audacity of coming here after months, I know but I’m 100% that bitch and I’m here anyway with a nice HC, if you’re nice with me you can have a proper fanfic later in New Year...maybe.

Two things first:

English isn’t my first lenguage (obs) you’ll probably (surely) find some spell mistakes, let me know.

I know it’s not Christmas anymore, that’s it, that’s my argument.

What do you mean this isn’t a Christmas gif? Well, find one that everyone haven’t used and send it to me, you criticona whore.

This is mostly Mexican bc I’m Mexican but if you could tell me typical things of your country so I can make it more inclusive, I’d be really grateful.

Thanks for read my mental breakdown, really appreciate it.

Say it louder for those in the back!

WE DON’T STAND STEREOTYPES.

bUT

Hehehehe

face it, Latin Christmas it’s like pretty relatable.

you weren’t nervous for take Tom to meet your family.

of course you weren’t.

you were in fuCKIN’ HELL.

ok, I’m exaggerating.

but your family can be...irregular, for a british boy who barely knows them.

This was the deal: you will spend Christmas with your family and New Year with his.

Stupid hermoso puppy eyes boy who can make you think everything he says is a good idea.

“It’s not to late to regret”

“We just landed”

you love your family more than anything.

even when they are so caotic.

and loud

and explosive

no one could blame you for preparing for the worst.

so, there you were, in la casa de la abuela.

“It’s not to late to regret”

“ Are you worry they don’t like me?”

“I’m worry they like you more than they like me”

he held your hand and all your worries fainted.

“K fine, chingue su madre” you said to yourself.

You finally get in.

5 seconds of solid silence, for a moment you thought you were in the wrong place.

It didn’t last to much.

Everybody SCREAMING

Hugs, handshakes, kisses everywhere, not knowing exactly who they come from.

He has to hold your hand hard so they won’t tear him apart from you.

Your family barely knows English, just basic words.

Your Tom barely knows Spanish, just basic words.

that gave you a safety zone where you can control the information.

“what did she said?”

“she asked if we are living together, say no”

“but we are”

“oh, I see, I didn’t want to buy that carpet and now you want to break my abuelita’s heart.”

“...No”

Your primos y sobrinos were so exciting running and trying to be with him, specially the little ones.

Bc omg he’s spIDERMAN.

he playing with all of them, looking so excited because they have Spiderman toys.

as usual you helped in the kitchen so you left him in la sala.

and of course.

*pretends not to be shocked*

your cousins and uncles were trying hard to put him drunk.

“Chúpele, mijo”

you saved him just in time, he started to feel dizzy.

the dinner is ready.

Even when Christmas is a big thing in England too, he never have seen this quantity of food.

not just the quantity, all types of colors, smells, textures, tastes.

and your mom doesn’t stop putting food on his plate

“No, mi amor, that’s spicey.”

*eats it anyway*

*pretends had to go to the bathroom*

*cames back with tears in his eyes*

“Told ya”

All your tías were fascinated with him.

i meAN

This was the very first time you don’t hear the:

“¿Y el novio, mija?”

everyone know his name but rather call him “El wero”

tom smiling the whole time, laughing even when he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

but he’s so happy, not just for being half drunk, he could finally know more about you

he’s exactly what you expect him to be and more

saying a soft “gracias” all the time

offering his help in every opportunity

holding your hand, back or shoulder

and giving you random forehead kisses at any chance

random pause to go cry

anyWAY

you took him away when they started to discuss something

he wasn’t ready for a family fight.

los terrenos del abuelo, los platos robados, quien puso más dinero, opiniones del aborto, the basics, you know.

you take him outside holding his hand and tell him a childhood memory that you have in that garden

he can’t takes his eyes of you, almost breathing.

“What?”

“nothing, just... you’re just the way I imagined you will be”

“Imagined what?”

“The love of my life”

Yep, that sound was my heart breaking

“Feliz Navidad, mi amor”

“Merry Christmas, my love”

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[unicamendes]

CRAZY

A/N: another shitty story that I will delete bc it sucks ass and it will flop.(: enjoy the bad writing and nonsense.

Warnings: lots of swearing 🤬 and murder??¿

“Are you fucking insane?!” She hollers at him. He turns to her, face smeared with blood that didn’t belong to him

“Would you shut the fuck up!” He was all over her face, the two arguing while two of their friends were scared to shit. It was supposed to be a fun summer last night out, getting shitfaced, spending time with friends before they all went back to college, but everything went wrong. It happened so quick, one minute their laughing and the next they hit something. The four were in shock and scared. It was an accident they say. Just an accident.

“Stop! Arguing isn’t going to solve anything, alright. Let’s calm down.” The brunette haired boy intervened.

“Calm down? Mate, we just killed a fucking man!” He cried out in fear.

“I know. It was an accident we all know that!”

“Bullshit! Everyone will think we killed him, and it shows. It’s fucking manslaughter.” It was true it did show, the alcohol reeked on all of them and the blood on the bumper will be hard to take off.

“We can’t just leave the body here, we have to do something about it.” The other friend british accent was thick and harsh now.

“Wait. Hold up, what do you mean we can’t leave him here? Are you suggesting to get rid of the body?” The black haired girl murmured, tears staining her cheeks.

“No, that’s not what he meant-“ the brunette haired boy stated before he was interrupted by his blonde haired girlfriend.

“Actually that’s not a bad idea,” she recalled, “we can drop him on the shore, no one will ever find the body due to the strong waves.” Three of them looked at her, as she was crazy to think such a thing.

“Mate, is your girl alright?” The british friend asked.

The four of them were standing in the middle of the road debating what to do with the body, but everyone seem too distraught to think of a plan. That’s until the blonde girl spoke of a plan which is an awful thing to do.

“I’m alright you dipshit. I’m just not gonna let this whole thing ruined my fucking scholarship.” She claimed.

“And you think throwing a body of the shore is going to solve everything. What kind of brain you have!” The small black haired girl scoffed.

The british friend was now pacing back and forth, a hand on his chin thinking on what to do, that’s when they all heard a car coming. All of them looked at each other in horror. Shit.

“Quick get the body and take it to the other side, near the trees. I’ll handle this.” The blonde girl explained. Three of them grab the body rushing to the other side of the road. As the car slowed down, the man who was driving, was seeing the damage on the black bmw car.

“Everything alright young lady.” He hesitated, trying to get a good look on her friends behind her.

“Yeah. It’s all good sir. We just had to stop and take care of a friend, you know..don’t want any vomit inside the car.” She gave a stifled laugh. He nodded in agreement. “That’s true. You need any help, maybe I can drive you all-“

“No we’re fine. We should be able to get outta here in a few minutes. I appreciate the help.” She smiled. And at that he gave an approved look and started to speed down the road again. The blonde girl let out a sigh of relief. She walked over to her three friends.

“Shall we start then?” She questioned.

There was no way of backing out now, the three of them had already touched the body and moved it. It had to be done.

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[lucysometimeswrites]

Hey can you please make a award season one but for a latina reader, if you would like you can keep the tom element. Sorry I'm asking again I accidentally deleted the last ask I made. I love your writing, you are amazing.❤️☺️

thank you thank you so much ur so sweet and of course! here you go and i hope you like it :) absolutely loved writing for latina!reader 

Awards Season (latina!reader)

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“Here to present the award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, please welcome Meryl Streep!” the host announced. A roar came from the audience at the mention of her name, the very acclaimed actress welcoming the attention and making her way to the microphone.

“Oh, stop it” she said and waved them away, earning a laugh and even more cheering from the theatre. “If I’m honest, I really considered not presenting this award because it breaks me inside to give the Oscar to someone else when it’s rightfully mine” she said in a funny, raspy evil voice, resembling a witch, “But you know, sharing is caring or whatever. Alright let’s get to it.” she continued dejectedly, still joking.

“This year, we have been blessed with beautiful films and, along with them, incredible performances from beautiful and talented actresses. Viola Davis, your abilities to embody different characters and raise awareness to ongoing issues in society has always amazed us, and it does once again in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom”, Meryl announced, the camera going to Viola who was sitting about 10 seats to my left, the audience (including me) applauding and praising her. Literally all of her performances are incredible.

Could I still believe I was here? Definitely not, and not any time soon. From small skits to my big break with Tom Holland in a stupid rom-com that I didn’t even want to make, to now. Tom knows it’s nothing against him, it’s just that I haven’t learned to appreciate romantic comedies the way he has, but the thing I loved most from doing it was finishing it with Tom. He had become such an important person in my life since that moment, what with guiding me through the newfound world of fame and being there for me when I joined the Marvel franchise, it was just more than I could ever dream of. Now I sit here at the freaking Oscars, with Tom Holland as my date, and having done one of the greatest films ever, nothing could keep the smile off my face. Or the nerves.

 My leg kept bouncing up and down, a nervous action I often did and one that the guy beside me had caught on to real quick when we first met. His warm hand gently squeezed my thigh, and I turned to look at him a little surprised.

“Hey, it’s okay” he softly said, his gaze soft and comforting.

“I didn’t even realize I was doing it” I answered in the same tone, whispering a thank you and letting my hand rest on top of his, weirdly interlocking our fingers. 

Meryl turned to where Olivia Colman was sitting, “Your Majesty,” she started, referencing her portrayals of royalty and causing her to chuckle, “your moving performances have always left us wanting more, and I’m sure that is what I and everyone felt when we saw you in The Father” a big smile broke out on her face, and cheering ensued once more for our queen, or at least one of mine.

“Aging is some we all go through...unfortunately,” Meryl uttered into the mic, touching up her almost white hair, “and you, Cynthia Erivo, made us relate to your character this way with your brilliant acting in Reaching 39″, that woman is simply amazing, I thought as I clapped and cheered with the audience.

“My dear Kate,” the camera panned to Kate Winslet, who just stared fondly at the woman on the stage, “watching you grow as an actress has been one of the pleasures of my life and you reach new heights both professionally and literally in Misdemeanors”, she is such an icon, oh my.

Finally, Meryl Streep turned to look at me in the front row with a grin on her face, and I quickly got into “camera mode”, as I like to call it. I sat up straighter, looking at her with gentle eyes and smile. 

“Señorita Y/N Y/L,” she started with the heavily accented Spanish word for Ms., “with your entrance into the world of filmmaking, you have set new expectations for all of us to reach. Even though this is your first nomination, I feel in my heart it won’t be the last, and we can’t wait to see more of you like we saw with your extraordinary performance in Paraíso” she finished, bringing a big smile to my face at her words. Turning to the camera, I became a bit shy and gave a small wave, feeling Tom squeeze my hand in comfort and another hand on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Salma Hayek, one of my co-stars in the film, who gave me a strong nod and smile, loudly saying “Eso!” as a cheer for me.

“And the Oscar goes too...” ayyyyy no ay no que nervios que nervios que nervios me muero- all of this going through my head repeatedly but having to put on a smile and a calm façade for the camera was exhausting. Tranquila, tranquila, si no ganas está bien igual solo el hecho de estar aquí ya es lo más-

“Y/N Y/L, Paraíso!” Meryl announced, and all I heard were screams and loud clapping from around me. 

Shocked, I looked up with wide eyes and my jaw going slack a little. I felt a buzz fill my body and the idol on the stage beckoned me up, when I realized I hadn’t moved. I slowly stood up and instantly turned to Tom who quickly pulled me into his arms with a strong hug and whispering in my year, “I knew it! I knew you would do it darling. I’m so so proud of you babe, go get your award!” not giving me a chance to answer as he gave me a quick kiss and turned me around in the direction of the stage. Still in a bit of a daze, I didn’t see Salma, Eugenio (Derbez), and Benicio (del Toro) make their way to me, ambushing me in a group hug as they started jumping around and sort of with me, chanting “EH! EH! EH!” like Latinos at a party and causing me to laugh and come back to my senses. I hugged them all and continued to the stairs, stopping to hug my directors Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón. 

I lifted my dress as I ascended the steps, and in true nervous fashion, stumbled and almost face planted in front of thousands of people. 

“Uy, mierda” I chuckled to myself, and accepted the help of none other than Chris Evans who lent his arm for the remaining steps. I thanked him with a smile and after his Congrats!, I made my way to Meryl who held the famous award in her hands. She handed it to me and pulled me into her embrace, saying “Beautiful job, sweetheart, you’re amazing”, and all I could answer was “Oh my, thank you so much, you’re the amazing one”, sharing a laugh with her and standing in front of the mic.

I looked out into the audience, who were still giving me a standing ovation. Almost like a camera in my head, I tried to ingrain this moment in my mind and took a deep breath, starting my speech.

“God, I really hope I don’t forget any words in English right now” I said with a breathless laugh, inciting one from the people below me. “Thank you so much. Thank you to...um...so many people. To the Academy for this great, great honor. To my fellow nominees for inspiring me every single day. Being in the same room as you is already insane, let alone being nominated with you, it’s just- it’s truly out of this world. Viola, Olivia, Kate, Cynthia, you are my literal idols and if I could physically cut this Oscar into five pieces,” I said as I made a motion of cutting the award and humoured the audience, “I would give a piece to all of you. Um, thank you to my team, my agent, Victoria, te adoro y te agradezco for believing in me and helping me live out my dream. Sorry, I’m probably gonna switch between languages during this.” I said with a laugh. 

“Paraíso was a project that, for me, came out of nowhere. But for my extraordinary directors los señores Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón, it was a life’s work so to you, gracias por darme la oportunidad de darle vida a Marielos and for giving me the experience of a lifetime. Salma, Eugenio, Benicio, Gael, and all the cast and crew, thank you for becoming my second family and supporting me every step of the way. It has been my honor to work with you” I said with a hand on my chest, showing that I was speaking from my heart and smiling at the kisses and cheers sent to me from them, hearing a crazed Te amamos! from Eugenio. It eased the tension in my body which I was incredibly thankful for. 

“I also want to thank-” I stopped, getting a little choked up, “ha, sorry, it’s my family that couldn’t be here” I said, a wave of claps and cheering in comfort came from the audience. Quickly composing myself, I continued, “Ya, okay. All the way back home, lo hice! Familia, les dije que no les iba a agradecer si me ganaba un Oscar algún día por no creer en mi y hoy es ese día, pero no me lo perdonaría si no les agradezco. Gracias por apoyarme a pesar de que yo sé que les dio un ataque que quisiera ser actriz. Gracias por siempre estar ahí para mi, por quererme incondicionalmente y por enseñarme que trabajando duro todo se puede lograr. Los amo infinitamente.” I finished, with tears threatening to roll down my eyes. I tilted my head to the sky to prevent them from falling, and with a deep breath I turned to Tom who had his hands in a prayer stance while looking intently at me, the same smile from before still gracing his face.

“Tommy...” I started, and the audience audibly awed at the nickname, “Oh, you don’t even know what I’m gonna say to him” I said with narrowed eyes, but my gaze found my love once more.

“Thank you so much for being my rock ever since we met. I’m beyond thankful for you and all you do for me, baby. You make me the happiest and thank you for pushing me to do things that scare me. For being there for me in case I fall and for being my person. Te amo, amor.” I blowed him a kiss which he caught and jokingly used to wipe his tears, making me and the other celebrities laugh.

Please wrap up, I read from the screen, and let out and “Ay, perdón! I gotta wrap up sorry sorry” hurriedly finishing up my speech. 

“Lastly, this award goes out to all the Latina girls out there with big dreams. Nunca se den por vencidas. No dejen que nadie les diga que no porque de que se puede, se puede. Querer es poder! I love you guys, my fans oh my gosh, thank you thank you, gracias!” I rushed out, raising the award to the air with one last big smile as Meryl guided me backstage to answer some questions. Just before I was off sight, I turned and looked out to the stage once more.

Lo logré...

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[peeterparkr]

Okay remember that time that tom broke his nose in bogota? so tom calling you so you could explain his nose broken to the nurse.(you know latina power💪🏽 Ive imagine since i heard tom talking about this 😂)

s OH MY GOD, this will be easier like this 

So he’d call you

Hey darling

Hey babe, how are you?

I’m good but hey FUNNY STORY

and you know it’s not gonna be funny for you 

ay dios mio, tom? 

Look, I broke my nose and I don’t know how to say that to the nurse

you obviously laugh

but you’re okay right?

totally and stop laughiiing they tried pulling my trousers down

you don’t stop laughing

YOUR TROUSERS? 

babe they injected me?? 

STOP

 LAUGHING 

OH 

MY 

GOD

now he’s laughing as well

how do you say nose? 

nariz

right, nariz, got it

okay go to the nurse and tell them: Me rompí la nariz

me roti da nairz

AdOrABle 

you can’t stop giggling

because him speaking spanish gives you LIFE

nO, NO, honey

don’t laugh 

asldlka

I said it just like you diiid

No, you didn’t

No, I didn’t

You can hear people in there talking in spanish

Babe, okay say this: Mi nariz está rota

Mi nar..iz ehstah rotah

it was a broken spanish

 but it was spanish

“OH” that’s all you can hear from the nurses

and the laughing starts again

Hey, love,it worked now, I’ll keep texting you

Ay, chiquito, cuídate, take care baby

blurb night!  💞  this sucked sorry

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