#carla y samuel

[gorgeys]

Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

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[couchlovers]

I don't know if you write this, but if you did, you could do Carla Rosón x male reader who might be Samuel's brother, it could be set in season 1

Secret Affair

masterlist elite masterlist my rules

YN -> your name 6,1k words

Hope that u will like it!!

Las Encinas was the epitome of wealth, privilege, and secrets. Y/N had known this much before stepping back onto campus. After all, their younger brother Samuel had spent months venting about the school’s hierarchy and its golden elite—none more infamous than Carla Rosón Caleruega.

Y/N’s first day back was anything but ordinary. Being Samuel’s sibling made them a topic of hushed whispers and curious glances. But Y/N wasn’t fazed. Unlike Samuel’s quiet demeanor, Y/N exuded confidence, carrying themselves with a charm that demanded attention.

It didn’t take long for the elite to notice.

Carla Rosón was perched on a sleek marble bench in the courtyard, her group surrounding her like satellites orbiting a star. When Y/N walked by, her gaze lingered just a second too long, a flicker of curiosity breaking through her carefully curated mask of indifference.

“Who’s that?” Carla asked, her voice silky but low enough that only Guzmán and Polo could hear.

“Samuel’s sibling,” Polo replied, tilting his head. “Transferred back from studying abroad. Supposed to be smart. And bold, apparently.”

Guzmán smirked, leaning closer. “Definitely bold. Look at the way they walk—like they already own this place.”

Carla said nothing, but her lips curved into a faint, intrigued smile.

Later that day, Y/N found themselves in Literature class, seated just two rows ahead of Carla. The teacher had assigned a group discussion, and it wasn’t long before Carla’s voice cut through the chatter, sharp and commanding.

“So, does anyone here actually have an opinion worth sharing?” Carla asked, her tone laced with condescension as her gaze flicked across the group.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Maybe if you stopped talking long enough to listen, you’d find out.”

The room went silent, and Carla’s icy blue eyes snapped to Y/N, narrowing slightly. There was a pause before she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Interesting. You’re not afraid to bite back.”

“Only when someone needs it,” Y/N shot back, holding her gaze.

Carla leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued. “I like people who aren’t afraid of a challenge.”

“Good,” Y/N said, smirking. “Then this might be fun.”

The tension was palpable, a subtle game of power and wit unfolding between them. Carla wasn’t used to being challenged, let alone by someone like Y/N, and she couldn’t decide whether she was annoyed or impressed.

As the days passed, their interactions became more frequent. Carla seemed to appear wherever Y/N went—whether it was the courtyard, the library, or at parties hosted by Guzmán. And while their conversations were often laced with sarcasm and sharp retorts, there was an undercurrent of something neither of them could ignore.

At one particular party, Y/N found themselves leaning against a balcony railing, gazing out over the expansive grounds. Carla approached silently, a glass of champagne in hand.

“You’re different from Samuel,” Carla said, breaking the silence.

Y/N glanced at her, smirking. “Is that a compliment or an observation?”

“A little of both,” Carla replied, stepping closer. “Samuel’s sweet. Kind. You’re… sharper. Harder to read.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Not at all,” Carla said, her voice dropping slightly. “I like puzzles. And you’re proving to be quite the enigma.”

Y/N turned to face her fully, the space between them shrinking. “Be careful, Carla. Some puzzles are better left unsolved.”

Carla’s lips curved into a small, mischievous smile. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Before Y/N could respond, Guzmán called Carla from across the room, breaking the spell between them. Carla shot Y/N one last glance before walking away, leaving Y/N with the distinct feeling that whatever game they had started was far from over.

Back at home, Samuel immediately noticed something was off.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said, watching Y/N as they stared at their phone.

Y/N shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About Las Encinas? Or someone at Las Encinas?” Samuel asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been spending a lot of time around Carla.”

Y/N glanced at him, their smirk returning. “What makes you think that?”

“Because I see the way she looks at you,” Samuel said, frowning. “And the way you don’t deny it.”

Y/N leaned back in their chair, their expression unreadable. “Don’t worry, Samu. I know what I’m doing.”

Samuel sighed, clearly unconvinced. “Just… be careful. Carla’s not who you think she is.”

Y/N didn’t respond, but their mind was already racing. They knew Carla was dangerous—enticing, manipulative, and far from trustworthy. But that didn’t stop the pull they felt toward her, a gravitational force that seemed impossible to resist.

And something told Y/N that Carla felt it too.

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It didn’t take long for Carla and Y/N’s tension to shift into something more tangible. The icy stares had melted into heated glances, and their sharp words carried undertones of flirtation. But for all the allure Carla exuded, Y/N wasn’t about to make it easy for her.

At Las Encinas, power games were a way of life, and Carla was a master at them. But Y/N wasn’t an amateur either.

The next time they crossed paths was in the library. Y/N had been sitting at a corner table, flipping through notes for a history assignment, when Carla appeared. She didn’t announce herself, didn’t ask to sit down—she simply slid into the seat across from Y/N, her presence impossible to ignore.

“You’re becoming predictable,” Y/N said without looking up.

Carla smirked, resting her chin on her hand. “Or maybe you’re just becoming easier to find.”

Y/N finally looked up, meeting her piercing gaze. “So, what is it today? Another attempt to figure me out?”

Carla tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. “Who says I haven’t already figured you out?”

“Please,” Y/N replied, leaning back in their chair. “If that were true, you wouldn’t still be here.”

Carla leaned forward, the space between them narrowing. “Maybe I’m here because I enjoy the challenge.”

Their eyes locked, the tension between them electric. Y/N was the first to break it, a smirk tugging at their lips as they picked up their pen and returned to their notes.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that, Carla,” Y/N said, their tone light but with an edge of amusement.

Carla sat back in her chair, her expression unreadable. For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in control of the situation—and it thrilled her.

Later that evening, Y/N attended another of Guzmán’s infamous parties. Samuel had stayed home, still brooding over Marina’s secrets, but Y/N was determined to let loose. The energy in the room was high—music blaring, drinks flowing, and the usual crowd of elites mingling effortlessly.

Carla, as always, was the center of attention. She stood by the bar, her flawless appearance drawing admiring glances from everyone around her. But when her eyes met Y/N’s from across the room, the noise seemed to fade into the background.

Without hesitation, Carla excused herself from her conversation and made her way toward Y/N.

“You clean up well,” Carla said, her voice carrying over the music as she stopped in front of them.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of their drink. “You say that like you didn’t already know.”

Carla’s lips twitched in amusement. “Confident, aren’t we?”

“Always,” Y/N replied, their tone teasing. “But I think you like that about me.”

Carla stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating. “You think you have me all figured out?”

“Not yet,” Y/N admitted, their gaze steady. “But I’m getting there.”

Carla smirked, leaning in just enough for her voice to be a whisper. “Careful, Y/N. You might not like what you find.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but they didn’t let it show. “I think that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

The intensity of the moment was broken when Polo appeared, his arm brushing against Carla’s as he handed her a drink. “Carla,” he said, his voice light but possessive. “You disappeared.”

“I was catching up with Y/N,” Carla replied smoothly, her smile never wavering as she took the glass.

Polo glanced between the two of them, his expression shifting slightly. “Well, don’t let YN steal you for too long. He’s been looking for you.”

Carla nodded, but her gaze lingered on Y/N for a second longer before she followed Polo back into the crowd.

Y/N watched her go, a mixture of frustration and intrigue swirling in their chest. Carla was an enigma, a puzzle with pieces that didn’t quite fit together—but Y/N couldn’t deny the pull she had over them.

Back at home, Samuel noticed the shift in Y/N’s demeanor as soon as they walked through the door.

“You’re late,” he said, his tone pointed.

“Relax, Samu,” Y/N replied, kicking off their shoes. “I’m not a kid.”

Samuel crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. “Were you with Carla again?”

Y/N paused, their expression guarded. “What if I was?”

Samuel shook his head. “She’s not what you think she is, Y/N. She’s dangerous. Manipulative. You don’t know what she’s capable of.”

“Maybe I do,” Y/N said quietly, meeting his gaze. “But that’s my decision to make.”

Samuel’s frustration was evident, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he sighed and turned away. “Just… don’t let her drag you into her mess. She’s already ruined enough lives.”

Y/N didn’t respond, but Samuel’s words lingered as they lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. They knew Carla wasn’t the picture of innocence. They knew there were secrets lurking behind her perfect smile. But the more they thought about her, the more they realized they didn’t care.

Because somewhere beneath the icy exterior, Y/N could see glimpses of something real—something Carla was trying desperately to hide.

And they were determined to uncover it.

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The next few weeks at Las Encinas were filled with stolen moments and undeniable chemistry. What had started as sharp banter and teasing glances between Carla and Y/N was quickly morphing into something deeper—though neither was ready to admit it yet.

It began subtly: Carla would find Y/N between classes, pretending it was by coincidence. Y/N, ever observant, would notice the slight softening in Carla’s tone when she spoke to them, the way her walls seemed to lower, if only for a moment.

For someone like Carla Rosón, vulnerability was a dangerous thing. But with Y/N, it felt less like a weakness and more like a relief.

One evening, Guzmán threw another party at his house. As usual, the elite of Las Encinas gathered, the air thick with expensive cologne, champagne, and secrets. Y/N arrived late, immediately catching Carla’s attention from across the room.

She was standing near Polo and Lucrecia, but her focus was entirely on Y/N. She watched as they navigated the crowd with ease, exchanging polite nods and casual smirks, their confidence magnetic. When Y/N finally looked her way, Carla felt her breath catch—a reaction she was becoming increasingly familiar with.

Excusing herself from the conversation, Carla made her way toward Y/N.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice carrying its usual teasing lilt.

Y/N smirked. “Fashionably so. Did you miss me?”

Carla raised an eyebrow, but her lips twitched in a barely restrained smile. “You’re getting bolder.”

“Maybe I just know you like it,” Y/N replied smoothly, their eyes locking onto hers.

Carla’s confidence faltered for a brief moment, but she recovered quickly. “Careful, Y/N. If you keep playing this game, you might get burned.”

“Worth the risk,” Y/N said, stepping closer.

The tension between them was palpable, their proximity making it impossible to ignore. Carla glanced around, her mask of composure slipping slightly.

“Let’s get some air,” she said abruptly, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading them toward the garden.

Outside, the cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat between them. The party noise faded into the background as Carla leaned against the railing of a terrace, her arms crossed as she studied Y/N.

“You’re different,” she said finally, her voice softer than usual.

“From who?” Y/N asked, leaning beside her.

“Everyone,” Carla admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground. “You don’t play by the same rules.”

“That’s because your rules are rigged,” Y/N replied, their tone gentle but firm. “You act like you’re untouchable, but I don’t think that’s true.”

Carla’s eyes snapped to theirs, a mix of surprise and defiance flashing across her face. “You think you know me?”

“I think I’m starting to,” Y/N said, stepping closer. “And I think you’re more than the person everyone here thinks you are.”

Carla’s breath hitched as Y/N reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The gesture was simple, but it felt intimate—too intimate for someone like Carla, who was used to controlling every interaction.

“You’re dangerous,” she whispered, her voice wavering.

“Maybe,” Y/N replied, their hand lingering for a moment before pulling away. “But so are you.”

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. Carla’s walls were crumbling, and Y/N was standing there, ready to catch whatever she let fall.

And then she kissed them.

It wasn’t calculated or coy—it was raw, filled with a desperation Carla didn’t fully understand. Y/N responded immediately, their hands settling on her waist as they pulled her closer. The kiss was a collision of emotions—want, fear, and something deeper neither of them could name.

When they finally pulled apart, Carla’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven.

“This is a bad idea,” she said, though there was no conviction in her voice.

“Probably,” Y/N agreed, their forehead resting against hers. “But it feels right.”

Carla closed her eyes, letting herself lean into the moment. For once, she didn’t care about appearances or consequences. All she cared about was Y/N and the way they made her feel—seen, understood, and undeniably alive.

The next day at school, their dynamic shifted. Though they tried to keep their growing relationship hidden, it was clear to anyone paying attention that something had changed.

Carla’s lingering glances became longer, and Y/N’s smirks became softer. When their hands brushed in the hallway, they both felt the spark, even if they quickly pulled away.

But not everyone was oblivious.

Lucrecia was the first to notice, her sharp eyes narrowing as she watched Carla and Y/N exchange a brief but loaded look during lunch.

“Interesting,” Lu said, her tone dripping with curiosity.

“What is?” Carla asked, her mask firmly back in place.

Lucrecia leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You and Samuel’s sibling. There’s… something there, isn’t there?”

Carla’s expression didn’t waver, but her heart raced. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lucrecia smirked, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever you say.”

As Lu walked away, Carla felt a pang of unease. Her relationship with Y/N was becoming harder to hide, and the more time she spent with them, the less she wanted to keep it a secret.

But in Las Encinas, secrets were currency—and Carla wasn’t sure she was ready to spend hers just yet.

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The thrill of keeping their relationship a secret only made Y/N and Carla’s connection more intense. Every lingering glance, every stolen moment felt like a rebellion against the world around them. But secrets had a way of unraveling, and at Las Encinas, nothing stayed hidden for long.

The first crack in their façade came during another Literature class. Y/N and Carla had been placed in the same group for a discussion, much to the amusement of Lucrecia, who was watching them like a hawk.

Carla tried to maintain her usual composure, keeping her distance and deflecting Lu’s pointed remarks. But Y/N wasn’t making it easy.

“Carla, do you agree?” Y/N asked during the discussion, their tone laced with playful mischief.

Carla looked up sharply, her icy blue eyes narrowing. “With what?”

“That the story’s protagonist only pretends to be indifferent because they’re terrified of how deeply they feel,” Y/N said, their gaze locking onto hers.

The room went quiet, Lu’s eyebrows shooting up as she suppressed a smirk. Carla, to her credit, barely flinched, though her fingers tightened slightly around her pen.

“I think they’re smarter than that,” Carla replied coolly, though her voice wavered just enough for Y/N to notice.

“Maybe,” Y/N said with a shrug, their smirk widening. “But sometimes pretending doesn’t make the feelings go away.”

The tension between them was palpable, and Lu wasn’t the only one who noticed. Guzmán and Polo exchanged confused glances, clearly sensing something beneath the surface.

After class, Carla pulled Y/N aside in the hallway, her expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

“Maybe,” Y/N replied, leaning casually against the wall. “Or maybe I like watching you squirm.”

Carla rolled her eyes, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like it,” Y/N said, their voice dropping slightly as they stepped closer.

Carla’s breath hitched, but she quickly recovered, pushing them lightly against the wall. “You’re lucky I find you charming.”

“Lucky, huh?” Y/N teased, their hand brushing hers briefly before they stepped back. “See you later, Marquesa.”

Carla shook her head, but she couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto her face as she watched them walk away.

The next big test of their secrecy came at another of Guzmán’s parties. Y/N and Carla had arrived separately, careful not to draw attention. But as the night went on, staying apart became increasingly difficult.

They found themselves on the balcony again, hidden from the crowd. Carla leaned against the railing, her fingers grazing Y/N’s as they stood beside her.

“This is getting risky” Carla murmured, her voice barely audible over the music drifting from inside.

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” Y/N asked, their hand finally intertwining with hers.

Carla glanced at them, her walls crumbling once more. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that?”

“Maybe,” Y/N said softly, leaning in. “But you’re worth it.”

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, a moment of pure vulnerability that neither of them could deny. But what they didn’t realize was that they weren’t as alone as they thought.

From the shadows, Lucrecia watched, her phone slipping back into her pocket after snapping a picture. Her smirk widened as she turned and walked away, already planning how to use this newfound information.

The fallout came sooner than either of them expected.

The next morning, whispers spread through the school like wildfire. By lunchtime, the entire student body was buzzing with rumors about Carla and Y/N.

Samuel confronted Y/N in the hallway, his expression a mix of shock and anger. “Is it true?”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Sam, I—”

“She’s dangerous!” Samuel interrupted, his voice rising. “You don’t know what you’re getting into!”

“I do,” Y/N said firmly. “And it’s my choice.”

Samuel stared at them for a long moment before shaking his head and walking away.

Meanwhile, Carla was dealing with her own fallout. Guzmán and Polo cornered her in the courtyard, both their voices low but furious.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Guzman demanded. “What are you even doing with them?”

“None of your business” Carla replied coldly, brushing past him.

But Polo grabbed her arm, his frustration boiling over. “You’re going to ruin everything, Carla. Don’t think I’ll let you drag us down with you.”

Carla yanked her arm free, her icy composure returning. “If you know what’s good for you, Polo, you’ll stay out of this.”

That evening, Carla showed up at Y/N’s house unannounced. Samuel was out, and their mom were distracted, so Y/N let her in without hesitation.

“I thought you’d be avoiding me” Y/N said as they closed the door.

“Not a chance,” Carla replied, her tone resolute. “If everyone’s already talking, we might as well give them something to talk about.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you want to stop hiding?”

Carla hesitated, then stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on their chest. “I’m saying I don’t care anymore. About what they think, about the consequences. I only care about you.”

Y/N’s heart raced as they pulled her into a kiss, this one free from fear or restraint. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N grinned. “You’re full of surprises, Marquesa.”

“And you’re full of trouble,” Carla teased, her lips curving into a smile.

The next day, they made it official.

As they walked into school together, hand in hand, the whispers grew louder. Y/N didn’t care, and neither did Carla. For once, she wasn’t hiding behind a mask, and the freedom was exhilarating.

When they kissed in the middle of the courtyard, the crowd around them erupted into gasps and murmurs. Guzmán looked furious, Samuel was conflicted, and Lucrecia simply smirked from her perch by the lockers.

But none of it mattered.

Because for the first time, Carla Rosón had chosen something—or other, someone—she truly wanted. And Y/N Garcia wasn’t going anywhere.

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The announcement of Carla and Y/N’s relationship sent shockwaves through Las Encinas. While most of the school buzzed with gossip, a few people took the news harder than others—Polo being one of them.

For years, Polo had been a constant in Carla’s life, the quiet and loyal counterpart to her icy demeanor. But seeing her with Y/N—a wildcard, someone who didn’t fit into their carefully curated world—unleashed something in him he hadn’t fully acknowledged: jealousy.

It started subtly. Polo’s glances toward Carla during class grew more intense, his usually reserved demeanor cracking. He’d linger in the hallways, always seeming to cross paths with her and Y/N.

Carla noticed, of course, but brushed it off. “He’ll get over it” she told Y/N one afternoon as they sat on the bleachers, her head resting on their shoulder.

“Maybe” Y/N said, though their gut told them otherwise.

The confrontation came sooner than either of them expected.

It was after school, and Carla had stayed late to finish a group project. Y/N had promised to wait for her, leaning casually against the lockers in an otherwise empty hallway.

Carla stepped out of the classroom, her bag slung over her shoulder, when Polo appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His face was tight, his usual calm replaced with something darker.

“Carla” Polo said, blocking her path.

“Not now, Polo” Carla sighed, attempting to step around him.

But Polo didn’t move. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t owe you anything” Carla replied, her voice cold.

His jaw tightened. “After everything we’ve been through, you don’t think you owe me at least an explanation? Why them?”

Carla’s eyes narrowed. “Because I wanted something real. Something you couldn’t give me.”

Polo flinched as if her words had physically struck him. His voice dropped, low and tense. “You think they’re better than me? You think they’ll protect you the way I did?”

Before Carla could respond, Y/N stepped forward, their presence commanding.

“They don’t need to protect her from anything,” Y/N said, their voice calm but firm. “Especially not you.”

Polo turned to face them, his jealousy flaring into anger. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Actually, it does,” Y/N replied, stepping between him and Carla. “You’re harassing my girlfriend, so yeah, I think it’s my business.”

Polo scoffed, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t belong here, Y/N. You don’t understand how things work.”

“I understand plenty,” Y/N said, their gaze unwavering. “I understand that you can’t handle the fact that Carla chose me. But that’s your problem, not hers.”

Carla, who had been silent until now, placed a hand on Y/N’s arm. “Let’s go,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

But Polo wasn’t done. “Do you really think this is going to last, Carla? People like Y/N don’t stay. They’ll ruin you.”

Carla’s eyes flashed, her icy demeanor giving way to anger. “You don’t get to decide what I want, Polo. And you don’t get to insult the one person who actually makes me happy.”

With that, she took Y/N’s hand and walked away, leaving Polo standing alone in the hallway, his jealousy festering.

That evening, Carla and Y/N found themselves in Y/N’s room, the day’s events still weighing on them.

“I’m sorry” Carla said, her voice soft as she traced patterns on Y/N’s hand.

“For what?” Y/N asked, tilting her chin up to meet their gaze.

“For Polo. For everything,” Carla admitted. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this because of me.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, their voice gentle but firm. “This isn’t your fault. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter what he or anyone else says.”

Carla smiled, a rare and genuine expression that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Y/N replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m in this with you, Marquesa.”

Carla laughed quietly, the nickname sounding more like a term of endearment now. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“Only when the girl is worth it,” Y/N teased, earning a playful shove from Carla.

The next day, Y/N and Carla arrived at school together, hand in hand as usual. But this time, they didn’t stop at the whispers or the stares.

As they passed Polo in the hallway, Y/N didn’t even glance his way, their attention focused entirely on Carla. And when Carla kissed Y/N in the middle of the courtyard—deliberately, as if daring anyone to object—it was clear to everyone watching that this wasn’t just a fleeting romance.

This was real.

Guzmán, Lucrecia, and even Samuel exchanged looks, the power dynamic at Las Encinas subtly shifting with every moment Y/N and Carla spent together.

For the first time in her life, Carla Rosón wasn’t playing by anyone else’s rules.

And for Y/N, standing by her side, it was a victory worth every challenge they’d faced.

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Polo’s jealousy had simmered for weeks, turning into something darker. Seeing Carla and Y/N together only fueled his frustration. He couldn’t stand the way Carla looked at them, how free she seemed—a version of her he had never been able to reach. In his desperation, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

One afternoon, Polo arrived uninvited at Carla’s family estate. Her father, Teo Rosón, greeted him with polite indifference, clearly surprised by the unexpected visit.

“Polo,” Teo Rosón said, gesturing for him to sit. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Polo hesitated for a moment, his resolve wavering. But the memory of Carla and Y/N’s kiss—public and unapologetic—steeled his nerves.

“I came because I’m worried about Carla,” Polo began, feigning concern. “She’s been… distracted lately. I thought you should know.”

Teo Rosón raised an eyebrow. “Distracted? How so?”

Polo leaned forward, lowering his voice. “She’s involved with someone who doesn’t understand our world. Someone who will only drag her down.”

Teo Rosón’s expression darkened. “Who?”

Polo hesitated, but then said the name with venom: “Y/N Garcia.”

The name hung in the air like a curse.

The fallout came quickly.

The next day, Carla was summoned to her father’s study. She entered cautiously, noting the cold anger in his expression.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” Teo Rosón asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Carla stiffened. “Not particularly.”

“Don’t play games with me, Carla,” he snapped, slamming his hand on the desk. “Is it true? Are you involved with that Garcia boy?”

Carla’s heart raced, but she met his gaze unflinchingly. “Yes.”

Teo Rosón’s expression twisted with disdain. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Associating with someone like that? It’s beneath you.”

Carla’s composure cracked slightly. “I don’t care what you think. Y/N makes me happy, and for once, I’m doing what I want, not what you expect.”

Her father’s anger turned icy. “If you think I’ll stand by and watch you throw away everything I’ve built, you’re mistaken. This ends now.”

Teo Rosón wasted no time. That afternoon, Y/N received a call from an unknown number.

“Y/N Garcia?” a voice asked when they answered.

“Speaking” Y/N replied warily.

“This is Teo Rosón. I believe you’re familiar with my daughter.”

Y/N’s grip on the phone tightened. “I am.”

“Then you’ll understand when I say this relationship is over,” Teo Rosón continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re not good enough for her, and I won’t let you ruin her future.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched, but they forced themselves to remain calm. “With all due respect, sir, that’s not your decision to make.”

Teo Rosón chuckled darkly. “You’re naive if you think this is a fight you can win. Walk away before things get worse for you.”

Y/N didn’t tell Carla about the call right away. They didn’t want to upset her, especially knowing how strained her relationship with her father already was.

But Carla noticed the shift almost immediately.

“What’s wrong?” she asked one evening as they sat together in Y/N’s room.

“Nothing” Y/N said, avoiding her gaze.

Carla frowned. “Don’t lie to me. I know you better than that.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Your father called me.”

Carla’s eyes widened. “What?”

“He told me to stay away from you” Y/N admitted. “Said I’m not good enough for you.”

Carla’s expression hardened. “And what did you say?”

“I told him it’s not his decision to make” Y/N replied.

Carla smiled, her anger giving way to affection. “Good. Because I’m not letting him dictate my life anymore.”

Y/N pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, Carla. No matter what he says.”

The next day at school, Carla and Y/N made a point of walking in together, their hands entwined. The whispers followed them as usual, but this time, neither of them cared.

As they passed Polo in the hallway, Y/N shot him a pointed look. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Polo.”

Polo opened his mouth to retort, but Carla cut him off. “Don’t waste your breath. You’ve done enough damage.”

She tugged Y/N down the hallway, leaving Polo seething.

Later that day, during lunch, Carla leaned in and kissed Y/N in the middle of the courtyard. The gesture was bold, unapologetic, and entirely deliberate.

“Feeling daring today?” Y/N teased, their hand resting on her waist.

“Just making a point” Carla replied with a smirk.

“And what point is that?”

“That no one gets to decide who I’m with but me” she said, her voice firm.

Y/N grinned, leaning in for another kiss. Around them, students stared and whispered, but neither of them cared.

Because for Carla and Y/N, this was just the beginning.

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Carla and Y/N’s relationship had become an open rebellion against the expectations set for them. Despite the tension and the growing whispers, they’d remained steadfast, even when the world around them was determined to tear them apart. But what Carla hadn’t fully understood was the lengths her father, Teo Rosón, would go to protect his vision for her life—no matter the cost.

It began with subtle intimidation. Y/N received anonymous messages, cryptic threats, and calls with hushed voices telling them to stay away from Carla. At first, they thought it was just a series of coincidences, a smear campaign led by Polo, who had already made his feelings clear. But when the situation escalated, they began to suspect something darker was at play.

One evening, as Y/N walked home from school, a figure appeared in the shadows near the park. They froze, a chill creeping down their spine as the person stepped forward—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a cold, emotionless gaze.

“Y/N Garcia?” the man growled, his voice low and threatening.

Before they could respond, he grabbed them by the arm, pulling them into the alleyway. “Stay away from Carla,” he warned, his grip tightening. “Or things are going to get a lot worse.”

Y/N struggled, but the man’s strength was overwhelming. “What’s this about? Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of her father’s,” the man said, his smirk full of malice. “Teo doesn’t like people who cause trouble. You’re making things difficult for Carla. And for you, that means consequences.”

Fear gripped Y/N’s chest as they tried to break free, but before the situation could escalate further, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

“Let them go!” Carla’s voice rang out across the alley, followed by the sound of footsteps.

The man turned to see Carla, her face a mixture of fury and concern. “Get away from them!” she shouted, her eyes blazing.

Y/N’s heart raced as they watched Carla approach, her usual composure replaced by sheer determination. The man hesitated, then took a step back. Carla reached for Y/N’s hand, pulling them away from him.

“This isn’t over,” the man said darkly before retreating into the shadows.

Carla wrapped her arm around Y/N, her body trembling slightly. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice softer now, filled with concern.

Y/N nodded, though their thoughts were racing. “What was that about? Who was he?”

“He’s someone my father hired,” Carla admitted, her expression darkening. “He thinks he can control me by controlling the people I’m with.”

“Carla, we can’t just ignore this,” Y/N said, their voice strained. “This is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not going to let him get away with it,” Carla said fiercely, her jaw set in determination. “He’s crossed a line, and now he’s going to see how far I’m willing to go for you.”

Later that night, as Carla and Y/N sat together in Y/N’s room, the tension between them was palpable. Carla had insisted on staying over, taking care of Y/N’s bruised arm and making sure they were okay after the encounter.

“Let me see” Carla said softly, her fingers gently lifting Y/N’s sleeve. Her touch was tender, her gaze focused solely on the injury as she carefully examined the bruise forming on Y/N’s arm.

“You didn’t have to stay,” Y/N said quietly, watching her. “You’ve already done enough.”

Carla smiled softly, her fingers brushing against their skin as she applied an ice pack. “I want to take care of you,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “I’ll always protect you, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled, their heart swelling with affection. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Carla’s lips quirked into a half-smile, her eyes softening. “I’m just doing what any girlfriend would do.”

“And what about your father?” Y/N asked. “What’s going to happen now? I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Carla shook her head. “My father will learn that I don’t take orders anymore. I’m done being controlled by him.”

The room fell into a heavy silence as Carla finished tending to Y/N’s arm. She placed a kiss on the bruise, her lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Thank yo” Y/N whispered, their voice thick with emotion.

Carla met their gaze, her lips curling into a tender smile. “You’re worth it.”

The next day, the confrontation was inevitable. Carla’s father called her to his office, his voice cold and demanding.

“You’ve made a huge mistake, Carla,” he said, his tone filled with quiet fury. “If you think this is going to end well for you, you’re wrong.”

Carla stood tall, her back straight. “No, father. The mistake is thinking I would ever let you control me again.”

Teo’s eyes narrowed, but Carla held her ground. “I love Y/N, and I’m not going to let you tear us apart. You can’t control my life anymore.”

Her father’s expression flickered with anger before it settled into a chilling calm. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice a low warning.

As Carla left his office, she walked straight into Y/N’s arms, her heart pounding but resolute.

“I’m not backing down” Carla said, her voice unwavering.

Y/N kissed her forehead, their arms wrapping tightly around her. “Neither am I.”

Carla smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

And though the road ahead was uncertain, with Teo Rosón standing as a looming threat, Carla and Y/N knew one thing for sure: their bond was unbreakable.

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}

Word count: 1k

You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.

“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.

“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.

“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.

“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”

Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.

“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.

Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.

—

“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.

“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”

“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.

“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”

This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.

“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.

“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”

Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.

Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”

“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.

His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”

“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”

“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”

[cellsshapedlikestars]

What fandoms/pairings did you get into before Jonsa? Or the first work/story that made you discover fanfic?

Just randomly sharing, broke my phone other day and looking for my downloaded fanfics made me look even further back.

😭 Final Fantasy VIII rpg game was 25 years ago and beloved fanfics of it published 20 years ago (still there in internet).

Also realized my love for broody, sulky male protagonists with angry chip in their shoulders and female characters that receive hate just bc they’re “princess”-y, “damsel-in-distress” not-the-strongest type was there too. (Prob started it.)

(we def share a ship preference for broody/princess lol)

It's been so long, I can't remember how I found fanfic. Probably in my Sailor Moon phase (elementary school-ish) because I absolutely wrote Sailor Moon fanfic. (I never posted it online or showed anyone, though. I can distinctly remember writing a Sailor Pluto fic where she's still alive after all the other sailors are killed, and she just stands there as the keeper of time waiting sad and alone for millennia for them to be reincarnated. Really fun and chill story, 12 year old me!) I can't remember any fics specifically that I read, though there was this website that used to MST3K "bad" Sailor Moon fanfics, and I remember reading a lot of those. I didn't ship anyone in Sailor Moon.

If you want to know about any prior ships/fics I wrote, below the cut!

Considering how much media I have consumed over the years, I don't tend to ship very hard. I tend to go with what the piece of media tells me the ships are tbh. Jonsa is the first that wasn't canon.

InuYasha

The first fandom I had a ship for, and the first fandom I actively remember reading fic for. I was big into Miroku/Sango. Never wrote anything for that, though.

Harry Potter

I did vaguely ship Harry/Ginny while the books were coming out, and even wrote a few chapters of an alternate book 2. That was on ff.net and is probably purged at this point. I could not tell you what my username or the fic title were lol.

Later, I dipped my toe into the Marauders/Jily fandom, but never went all out, because by that time, I'd become disillusioned with Harry Potter. Every once in a while, I'll go read a Jily fic.

Buffy

While this is my favorite show, I didn't ship too much. I kinda shipped Buffy/Spike (have thoughts on it now) and also Angel/Cordelia. I never read nor wrote fic for either of these pairings.

Veronica Mars

Veronica/Logan. Read some fic, never wrote anything.

Skins

I wrote a one shot for Sid/Cassie. Posted on my old livejournal and now re-posted to an alternate ao3 account. I don't hate it. I'd probably change some things if I were writing it now, but I think it's pretty solid.

(No, I just re-read it and it's very solid. Kinda proud of this one)

Glee

I am SO embarrassed to say this, but I wrote a Rachel/Puck one-shot after the episode where they decide to date because they're both hot and Jewish. It wasn't a super shippy fic and mostly centered around him telling Rachel Quinn's baby was his. I stopped watching Glee after the first season lol and did not repost that fic from my livejournal to ao3. It can die on livejournal.

Elite

Carla/Samuel!! LOVE me some poor boy/rich girl dynamics. I got really into them and even read some fic, though there wasn't much out there. Never wrote anything. Have debated writing a Jonsa Elite AU

The Other Fandom

Now. I have hinted in the past that I used to be in another fandom that I wrote fic for.

Oh, the OC. You held my heart for so many years (well. 2 years). I wrote so much fic for you (mostly in the first year, kinda fell off and did more experimental stuff in the second).

That fandom was the O.C.

I'm kind of afraid to say the pairing, because there's only 1215 OC fics total on ao3, and for my pairing is not one of the popular ones, and I wrote about a quarter of those, so I feel like you could find my alt account pretty easily...

I dunno. I'm a little embarrassed about some of the fic I wrote back then. Some of it is SO unnecessarily dramatic (AND IN FIRST PERSON. I HATE FIRST PERSON POV!!). I also wrote a wild amount of smut for someone who didn't really know what the fuck she was talking about lmaooo. I've spoken a lot about how skittish I am about writing smut now, but as a teenager I was cranking that shit out. (ok I actually just looked and it's only 5 explicit fics, but still. That's about 1/5 of the fics I wrote)

I'm probably making too much out of it, because there are some fics I'm proud of, but enough that I'm embarrassed by that I have yet to be able to publicly say what my apt account is

[agendaculturaldelima]

#ProyeccionDeVida

🎬 “PADDINGTON. AVENTURA EN LA SELVA” [Paddington in Perú / Lost in The Jungle] 🐻💙

🔎 Género: Comedia / Fantástico / Infantil / Aventuras / Osos / Cine Familiar / Secuela

⌛️ Duración: 106 minutos

✍️ Guión: Mark Burton, Jon Foster y James Lamont.

📕 Historia: Mark Burton, Simon Farnaby y Paul King

📷 Fotografía: Erik Wilson

🗯 Argumento: Paddington y la familia Brown visitan a la tía Lucy en Perú, pero un misterio los envía a la Selva Amazónica y a las montañas peruanas.

👥 Reparto: Emily Mortimer (Señora Brown), Ben Whishaw (Oso Paddington), Madeleine Harris (Judy Brown), Olivia Colman (The Reverend Mother), Samuel Joslin (Jonathan Brown), Carla Tous (Gina Cabot), Antonio Banderas (Hunter Cabot), Hugh Bonneville (Henry Brown) y Julie Walters (Mrs. Bird).

📢 Dirección: Dougal Wilson

© Productoras: Heyday Films, Marmalade Films Ltd., StudioCanal Films & Studiocanal

🌎 Países: Reino Unido-Francia-Estados Unidos-Canadá

📅 Año: 2024

📌 ESTRENO:

📆 Jueves 16 de Enero

📽 Cartelera Nacional: Cineplanet / Cinemark Perú / Cinépolis / Multicines Cinestar

[chancletafilms]

Paralelo 40 "Artificial" ft Antonio Resines from CHANCLETA FILMS on Vimeo.

Productora: Chancleta Films Grupo: Paralelo 40 Director, DP, Editor: Francisco “Pacool” Martinez Jefa de Producción: Ivette Viafara Management P-40: Lesley Salazar y Daniel Fernández Producción: Jorge Culebras y Miguel Ángel Eson Actor: Antonio Resines Actores: Carla Piaget, Covadonga Revorio, Gabriel Gutiérrez, Ismael Ibrahim, Ivette Xiomara, Mikeka Nshimbi, Mitx, Oscar Espada, Paqui Olmedo, Samuel MK Steadycam: Virvi Fraga Maquillaje: Cristina Clavero y Rocio Galera Color: Edu Aranda “Color by Edu" Estudio: Daylight Studios

[carladuquette]

Dhyan, this is amazing ❤️❤️❤️ Cannot believe you wrote this in a d a y!

I’ll join in with one of my older fics, the first in my Elite x Taylor Swift collection. Appropriately it is…

Speak Now (Carla x Samuel)

After what felt like hours, when the sickeningly adorable story of how Samuel and Maria had met had been told and a friend of Maria's had sung some 90s love song off-key, the pastor cleared his throat and declared: "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Carla." When she didn't react right away, Lu pulled away her hand and pinched her arm hard enough to hurt. "Carla! This is your last chance! If you don't do something now-"

It was a physical reflex. That was the only possible explanation, because Carla certainly didn't want to get up, but there she was, on her feet, hands shaking.

"Uhm." She cleared her throat. The effect would have been comical had she not been this terrified: Every last person in the church turned to look at her. And they clearly weren't happy.

It fills me with such pride and joy to announce that my version of Speak Now will be out July 7 (just in time for July 9th, iykyk 😆) I first made Speak Now, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. The songs that came from this time in my life were marked by their brutal honesty, unfiltered diaristic confessions and wild wistfulness. I love this album because it tells a tale of growing up, flailing, flying and crashing… and living to speak about it. With six extra songs I’ve sprung loose from the vault, I absolutely cannot wait to celebrate Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) with you on July 7th. Pre-order now at http://taylor.lnk.to/SpeakNowTaylorsVersion 💜💜💜

[cada-atletismo]

Curso de Administracion Deportiva en Las Varillas

En la ciudad de Las Varillas Córdoba sede administrativa de la Confederación Argentina de Atletismo se desarrolló desde el 31 de mayo al de 3 junio el curso de Curso de Administracion Deportiva en asociación entre el Comité Olímpico Argentino y la propia Confederación Argentina de Atletismo. Es esta una capacitación propuesta por Solidaridad Olímpica y de la cual fueron directores Andrea Martínez Funes y Fernando Molinero. El curso estuvo destinado a dirigentes deportivos, miembros de entidades deportivas gubernamentales y privadas, profesionales asociados al deporte, docentes de Educación Física y autoridades de clubes, escuelas y grupos deportivos, en total 51 que quieren formarse y/o ampliar sus conocimientos técnicos en administración deportiva. Debe señalarse que la participación de personas relacionadas con el atletismo fue muy numerosa. Estuvieron presente varias presidentes de federaciones provinciales de atletismo y otras personas que cumplen importantes funciones en este deporte. La nómina total de inscriptos fue la siguiente: Almada juan Carlos Sánchez Roberto Carlos Zapata Mirtha Esther Perugini Samuel Amadeo Ayala Moreno Marta Cristina González Ana Ailén Cabral Nicolás Gabriel Cabral Enrique Nicolás Chatich Monica Gladys Noseda Gómez Aldana Lihué Perez Jorge Nolberto Garoglio Lepez Mayka Emmi Sassaroli Garoglio Renata maila Barrera Claudia Elhall Yamil Zarate Kevin Omar Gamboa Lilia Peretti Matías Martina Andres Racca Jose Maria Cabrera Gimena Graboviecki Linda Carolina Villafañe Walter Antonio Bianchi Leandro Ferratto Cesar Martin Aab Ayrton Diaz Silvia Marylín Painecura Fabio Gabriel Gimenez Liliana Obdulia Beltrami Carla Gamba Micaela Borgiattino Nicolás Muñoz Fernando Gabriel Beltramo ANABEL Bustamante Matías Cabrera Dolores Virginia Pacci Omar Silvio Oliva Sonia Castillo Diego Sebastián Rossi Fernando Sanchez Daniel Jorge Clementi Leandro David Correa Barcena Claribel Romaszczuk Andrés Fabián Cederstrom Andrea viviana Paternoster German Andres Godoy Rosa Liliana Altamirano Liliana Beatriz De Torres Christian Alberto Genovese Santiago Valdemarin Ariel Pagani Cesar Sanchez Gracias Teresita Villagra José María Silio Antonio   Read the full article

[acapulcopress]

Exitoso arranque del Aca Bowl 2023

ACAPULCO * 28 de abril de 2023. ) Gobierno de Guerrero El #AcaBowl2023 inició con gran éxito en Acapulco con la llegada de más de 4 mil

visitantes de diferentes estados de la República Mexicana, los que se contempla dejen una derrama económica estimada en 24 millones de pesos. El torneo organizado por la empresa Football Flag México cuenta con la participación de niñas, niños y jóvenes, quienes junto con sus familias disfrutan de diversas actividades recreativas y deportivas. El gobierno de Guerrero apoya el turismo deportivo como una forma de impulsar el desarrollo económico en la entidad. En ese sentido, el Aca Bowl 2023 se ha convertido en un evento que genera un buen desempeño de los indicadores turísticos en Acapulco. Durante el acto inaugural, Samuel Sahade, director del Aca Bowl 2023, agradeció el apoyo

de la gobernadora Evelyn Salgado Pineda, así como del subsecretario de Administración, Ricardo Salinas, y del equipo de la Secretaría de Turismo Guerrero, por trabajar en sinergia para garantizar el éxito del evento. Correspondió a Iván Israel Ruiz Vargas, subsecretario de Servicios Turísticos del estado, dar la bienvenida a los participantes y les deseó éxito en el torneo Aca Bowl, quien manifestó a los concurrentes, a nombre de la Gobernadora Evelyn Salgado y la Sectur Guerrero: "recibirlos para nosotros es una gran bendición y les agradecemos mucho por estar aquí en Acapulco”. En el acto inaugural estuvieron presentes JT Jhonas, ex jugador profesional de la NFL del equipo de las Águilas de Filadelfia; así como Christopher Padrón, preseleccionado nacional de Flag Fútbol, y Carla García y Vanesa Ortiz, directivas del torneo en esta edición 2023. ) Síguenos en nuestra página Facebook.com/acapulcopress.news Read the full article

[mind-over-looks]

[someintimatesecrets]

[problemduetest4life]

The difference between Elite and other teen shows (like Riverdale) is that though Elite may have dramatic and wild storylines, they are executed well. They focus on main themes each season, new characters are used well, character development occurs and music slaps and has meaning.

[just-how-fast-the-life-changes]

"...Pero me alegro de que nos hayamos dado este final."

[jameslovships]

What did you think of the Carmuel short story?

*sighs peacefully*

Honestly, I’m content as can be. Last year, I was absolutely devastated with the whole theme of season 3 so to be able to have had Carla and Samuel alone, in their own bubble, for just three episodes was heaven on earth.

I never expected to ride so hard for a ship like I did with Carla and Samuel and it’s been a hell of a journey. From 2019 up until now, I’ve loved seeing Itzer portray their impossible love.

I’m gonna miss them so much but I know that I just have to let go. Grateful that the writers and the whole team gave us this as without it, I’d be a wreck.

Carmuel, forever and ever ♾ ❤️

[fuckyeahvenividivici]

[wulf03]

Can someone make a petition to make the Élite writers not change the cast for seasons 4 and 5? I just refuse to let the show end like this. These characters deserve justice and love!