#couldnt find that ask that said carlos would drop everything

[birdclowns]

been thinkin about tk in carlos' lap a lot

[amnmesias]

A BET’S A BET - t. holland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost two hours later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I meant England.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re the best loser ever.”