#guznadia fic

[jasminejc4525]

It’s never too late

A little fic that I decided to put out after keeping it in my drafts for a year :) thank you @cygnetofthesea for your help and inspiration!

Nadia giggled as Guzman kissed her neck ever so slowly. They were supposed to be making breakfast, but instead Nadia was sitting on the countertop with Guzman in between her legs kissing her with his whole heart.        

“I like being with you like this,” Guzman said with the biggest smile. He and Nadia had officially been dating for 3 years. They enjoyed most of their time in their little apartment or in Central Park where Nadia would read materials for her classes and Guzman would look up at her and play with her hair. They also liked to enjoy late night slices of pizza.

“I’m glad you waited for me,” Nadia said looking deeply into Guzman’s eyes. She knew that when she made her promise to him she wasn’t going to break it. Long distance was going to be hard, so they decided to stay close friends while figuring themselves out for a year. After Guzman graduated from Las Encinas, he went to NYU for a business degree and that’s when he and Nadia reconnected their romantic relationship.

“It was worth it mi amor,” Guzman said as he got from between her legs and opened the cabinet to look for some ingredients. Nadia liked Guzman’s breakfast but she was the best at cooking dinner. “Do you ever miss it?” Nadia asked “Las Encinas?” Guzman asked and Nadia nodded her head. “Well there are a lot of traumatizing memories, but there are also amazing ones...like meeting the love of my life.” Nadia smiled and got up from the counter. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I am so grateful.” She said wrapping her arms around Guzman’s neck. As they were about to kiss, they heard a knock on the door. “I’ll go get it.” Nadia said before giving her boyfriend a quick peck. Nadia opened the door to see her sister May standing before her. Nadia wasn’t sure how to react when May wrapped Nadia in a hug. “Hi Nadia, I’ve missed you so much!” May said as she stepped back from their hug. “May what are you doing here?” Nadia said still shocked. “Well I heard you were in the city from Omar and I decided it was time to reconnect with my family.” Nadia took a deep breath, “It’s a lot to process but I think that would be great” Nadia relaxed and said “Come in.” May stepped into the beautiful apartment that Nadia and Guzman called their home. “This place is amazing.” “Thank you. Guzman and I have been here for a year after we got tired of the college dorms.” Nadia smiled as she thought of a nervous Guzman asking her if she wanted to move in with him. He didn’t want to feel like they were rushing the relationship but Nadia gladly accepted because she was tired of being interrupted by Lu or Guzman’s roommate when they would have those private moments. Guzman parents helped him out with the rent along with his new job. He insisted that Nadia didn’t work so she could focus on school because her major was very hard. May gave Nadia a confused look, ”Guzman?” Nadia smiled, “My boyfriend. We’ve been together for 3 years but we’ve known each other since I started school at Las Encinas.” “Las Encinas? Like the school for the richest kids in Spain? How did you get to go there?” May asked Nadia with wide eyes. Nadia laughed, “It’s a long story, but I’ll explain later.” They walked into the kitchen to find Guzman starting some eggs. “Guzman I would like to introduce you to my sister May.” He looked just as surprised as Nadia did when he first saw her. “Hi nice to meet you, I’m Guzman.” May smiled and was a little shocked because she never thought her little sister would date a white guy. They all sat down and started eating. Nadia looked at her sister and said, “May what happened after you left home?” May took a deep breath and said, “A lot. After I left, I went with some friends to Barcelona and from there I got a job at a bar even though I was underage. I lived there for some time until I met a guy and he broke my heart so I decided I should try to reconnect with the people that really mattered to me.” She looked at Nadia who had a small smile on her face. “I’m really sorry by the way Nadia. I should have never left like that. And I didn’t even try to stay in touch. I’ve missed so much in your life.” Nadia took her sister’s hand from across the table and said, “It’s okay, I understand why you did.” Nadia paused and looked at Guzman, “If you hadn’t, I would have never been with Guzman.” May smiled at the two love birds and asked about their history, “So how did you two meet?” Nadia said, “Well the school I had been going to collapsed and since I was the top student in my class, I was given a scholarship.” Guzman interrupted and said, “Paid for by my father because he was the executive of the company that built her school. He made shortcuts while building it, so when it collapsed, he knew it was his responsibility to pay for their scholarships.” Nadia nodded and continued, “I initially saw Guzman when he got out the pool and I thought he was so hot.” Guzman smiled and said, “ I thought she was really pretty in her hijab and couldn’t stop staring at her as I got out the pool.” “Even though he had a girlfriend,” Nadia said laughing. “Yea well Lu was never really my girlfriend until she helped me after my sister died.” Nadia rubbed his back as he recalled the memory. He gave her a reassuring look and continued, “But when we got back to school for senior year, I knew I wasn’t over Nadia.” Nadia said, “Junior year we were friends and we started developing feelings for each other but decided not to explore it because Baba was gonna take me out of Las Encinas. He thought I was changing too much.” Guzman looked at May and said, “So I made a deal with your father and said I wouldn’t speak to Nadia if he would let her return to school the next year.” May smiled, “Wow, you really did that for her?” “Yea, for the summer at least. It was horrible not being able to talk to her on how I was doing with my sister being dead and all. But when I saw her on the first day of school, I knew I couldn’t keep ignoring her.” Nadia and Guzman told May about everything that happened in senior year. How they kissed and slept together while Guzman was still with Lu and even how they had sex in the locker room. May’s eyes were wide as she looked at them and asked, “What were you guys thinking?That was so risky.” “Yea we didn’t care at the time and I was really horny, but it was all messed up when someone recorded us and shared it to the whole school.” Nadia said. May looked concerned, “That must have been awful Nadia” “Yea it messed up a lot. Guzman and I were going to try a relationship but that video scared me away. But it also messed with me getting scholarships until I earned a scholarship to Columbia.” They continued to talk and Nadia felt completely comfortable being with her sister.

***

They decided to go shopping and spend some one on one time together. May smiled at Nadia and said, “So Guzman huh?” Nadia laughed and asked, “Yea so what? “I don’t know, I never thought you would date while in college, especially a white guy. And you gave me a lot of flack when we were younger for the boys I liked.” Nadia smiled, “Well Guzman was different. He knocked down all the walls I put up to guard my heart. I didn’t need to be scared of loving him. I knew I could trust him with my heart and he wouldn’t destroy it. Yes there have been ups and downs but we’ve always found our way back to each other.” She paused and turned to May, “ And I’m sorry I was so judgmental of you when we were younger. I was just trying to be the perfect daughter for Baba, but that wasn’t truly who I was. I should’ve tried to be there for you more.” May hugged her sister and said, “It’s okay we all make mistakes, I’m just glad those mistakes lead us to here.” Nadia wiped away the tears in her eyes and asked May about her life now. “I’m working on opening my own Palestinian restaurant in New York.” “Wow that’s amazing” Nadia said with the biggest smile. “Have you reached out to Mama and Baba?” “Yes, I talked to them last week and they weren’t mad...I’m very excited to be talking to my family again.” They started walking again and May asked, “So what are you up to now?” “I’m in my last year at Columbia and I’ve started working on certain internships.” May nodded and asked, “Are you happy?” Nadia responded, “Yes, very happy...and you?” May looked at her sister who she loved so much and said, “Now I am.”

[diez-minutos]

Hey There, Nadia (Guzman x Nadia Elite Fic)

Hey, it’s been a minute since I posted something but these short stories are just getting to me I guess. Hopefully more new content to come soon!

Summary: Guzman and Nadia’s call the day after the incident at Rebe’s housewarming party.

Pair: Guzman x Nadia; brief mention of Polo x Caye

Calling Nadia

Guzman distracted himself with his phone as he anxiously waited for her to answer. When her her face finally filled his laptop’s screen, he almost lost his breath-the same way he did every day she had been gone.

She looked distracted and little exhausted but Guzman almost loved these moments more. Papers and books were scattered around her bed. He remembered her telling him about a big paper for her government class that she just couldn’t get perfect. (Although, he knew that this paper was much more eloquent than anything he could ever come up with.) And yet, his smile was so wide his cheeks were starting to hurt because she was just so authentically Nadia. 

“Hey, Gorgeous.” He dropped his phone without a second thought.

“Hey,” she chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“Of course. Are you?”

“Yeah,” she shifted slightly. “It’s just we didn’t talk yesterday. I thought you forgot about me.”

“Never. Yesterday was just a mess.” He shook his head as he remembered the chaos of Caye falling in the pool and he and Rebe covering their faces in all the red nail polish they could find. He was scared shitless, sure. But he had to give it to them, Caye and Rebe were more fun to be around than he thought.

“What happened?” Nadia scooted closer to her laptop, her curiosity shining through.

“Don’t judge me.”

“I would never!” She laughed as Guzman gave her a knowing look. “Only a little bit.”

“Well, I went to a party at Rebe’s-”

“You were hanging out with Rebe?”

“Yeah because I thought Samu and the other guys would be there but apparently Rebe lost her nerve.”

“Oh,” Nadia nodded. 

It felt odd to her that her boyfriend knew more about her best friend than she did. Ever since she moved to New York, she had lost contact with just about everyone other than Guzman and her brother. She expected this; not many people are still close with their same crew from high school. She just had not expected it to happen so soon. They had been through so much together, especially with Polo’s recent passing. She didn’t think everyone would forget about her so quickly.

“Have you seen pictures of her new place? The pool’s pretty cool.”

“I didn’t even know she moved.” Nadia shook her head. “Guess we weren’t as close as I thought.”

“No.” Guzman was quick to rid her mind of any doubts. “I’m sure she was just busy with all the packing. I bet she’ll call soon and give you the full tour.”

“Yeah,” Nadia sighed unconvincingly. “So what happened? Who all was there?”

“It was just me, Rebe, and Caye actually which was weird but somehow fun? Rebe gave us these shrooms and Caye was so out of it she thought she actually saw Polo in the pool!”

“Oh! Is she okay?”

“I think so. She said she’s working at Las Encinas next year. Cleaning I guess. Oh! We also found a shit ton of drugs in one of the cabinets and these guys with guns came looking for it. We were so scared.” 

Nadia was surprised at how much Guzman was laughing. Was she hearing him correctly? “Oh my gosh! Are you guys okay?”

“Oh yeah. We’re fine. I think we may actually be friends now.”

“That’s good.” Nadia couldn’t help how sad her voice sounded.

“What’s going on?” Guzman’s face dropped.

“It’s just weird hearing what’s happening while I’m gone. As much as I love New York a part of me wishes I was avoiding scary men with guns with you all.”

“You didn’t miss much.” Guzman shook his head. “And we all miss you, especially me.”

Nadia smiled slightly and blew Guzman a small kiss. He mimicked catching it and held it close to his heart.

“Do you see Omar much these days?”

“Is that why you call me? To get the dirt about your brother?”

“I have to check in on him. Make sure he’s staying out of trouble.”

“He’s good. We’re in the same study group actually. He seems a lot happier.”

“Good.” She was glad that her brother was on a good path. He had dealt with so much these past few years and all Nadia wanted was for him to have a chance to just be a teenager. “And Ander? How is he feeling?”

“Great. Doctors say he’s looking good and he and Omar are still going strong.”

“That’s great.” Nadia couldn’t help the yawn that escaped her mouth afterwards.

“What time is it there? Do you need to go to bed?”

Nadia glanced at the clock on the bottom of her screen: 1:00 AM. “Soon.”

“Well, I’m sorry I missed you yesterday. And I hope you get a good grade on your paper.”

“Thank you,” she sighed. She stared and her screen still not quite able to believe that the boy she caught having sex in the locker room was staring back at her with all the love and adoration in the world. “Keep an eye on Omar for me, okay?”

“Always,” he nodded and smiled back at her. “Get some sleep. You can always work in the morning.” Nadia nodded and started to clear her bed and get ready to sleep. “Hey.” She locked eyes with him once again. “I love you.”

“I love you. Very much. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

[cygnetofthesea]

Family: Élite Fanfiction

The knife hits the cutting board in sharp movements as Nadia makes quick work of the fruits. She looks over at the clock on the oven and calls out to her husband.

“Guzman! Has Amir eaten?”

She doesn’t see her husband around but hears his exasperated response followed by a little boy’s squeal.

“I’m trying but it seems our son has decided he wants to pick his own outfit today.”

Nadia doesn’t bat an eyelash at that, all too familiar with their three and half year old’s tendencies. She likes to blame Guzman for their son’s stubbornness. 

“If it looks ok, just leave it.”

“Oh, I’m certain it does not look ok. At least not enough to pass the Nadia check.”

Before she can consider his words, she hears the pitter patter of small feet heading her way. She looks up to see their son barreling into the living room on his short legs, followed by a haggard Guzman. Despite his frustration, Nadia couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. 

Dressed in a black shirt tucked into dark wash jeans, Guzman looked as good as the day she first met him. Their son on the other hand, for all his adorableness, was not dressed in a tidy manner. Wearing only a tank top, undies, and a sailor hat, Amir was far from presentable for a day out with his grandparents. Especially ones with a particular set of standards.

“Oh yeah, he cannot be wearing that to see Baba and Mama. That’ll just give them more ammo about how ‘freely’ we’re raising him.”

“Which is ironic considering they raised their daughter and she turned out to be quite the disciplinarian,” Guzman winks at her while trying to hold out a spoonful of food to Amir. 

Amir, for his part, pays no mind to either parents as he hops up and down on the couch, giggling in excitement. 

“Are you excited to spend the day with Teeta and Jeedo, Amir?” Nadia asks. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Ok well you’ll have to put on actual clothes, won’t you? If you don’t have clothes on like I taught you, then you won’t get to go with Teeta and Jeedo.”

Amir lets out a prolonged whine. “Nooo!” 

Nadia tosses the fruits into a container and exchanges an exasperated look with Guzman. Without another word, Guzman scoops up Amir and brings him over to Nadia while she tucks away the knife and any other sharp objects before they get close to the kitchen island. 

Guzman sets a wriggling Amir on top of the counter, keeping an arm around him in safety. He smirks as he watches Nadia fix Amir with a stern look. 

“My love,” Nadia says softly. “Your enthusiasm is fantastic but I need you to put on actual clothes so that Teeta and Jeedo don't have to wait for you. Do you want to leave them waiting?”

Amir shakes his head before frowning. “What does ethu-ethusam mean, immi?”

“It means excitement,” Nadia says, wiggling her shoulders in a little dance. “Like you really want to do something.” Amir giggles and mimics her movements, setting Guzman off into a boisterous laughter. “Yes, like that. Now, will you get dressed like I showed you?”

“Ok, immi.”

Nadia beams at Amir. “That’s my good boy. Can immi have a kiss?”

Amir leans over and plants a wet smooch on her cheek. Guzman leans in with a feigned look of hurt. “And what about papa?”

Amir leans over with a giggle and smacks his lips on his dad’s cheek as well. “Thank you,” Guzman says, setting Amir back to the floor carefully. “Now off you go. Listen to immi!”

Nadia and Guzman look after their son, trotting away, with a fond smile before Guzman leans his elbows on the counter, the bowl of oatmeal still in his hand. “Can Guzman get a kiss?”

Nadia snaps some containers closed while smirking his way. “Guzman might have deserved a kiss if he had been able to wrangle his son to finish his breakfast at least,” she says looking pointedly at the bow in his hand. 

Guzman pouts while he watches Nadia pack some sfiha and falafels into one container and hummus with carrots into another. “I tried! He kept outsmarting me, which sounds familiar, and I can’t match his energy like in my younger years.”

“Hah! Please, you’re just as fit as you’ve always been.” She slides a palm slowly over his abs, feeling it flex under her touch as he leans in closer. “Just admit it, you’re a big softie when it comes to your son.”

Guzman sighs in resignation, scooping a spoonful of Amir’s oatmeal into his mouth. “You’re right. I never saw that coming.”

Nadia laughs while patting his cheek affectionately. “I knew you were going to be the pushover parent. Face it, Guzman, under that rough exterior, when it comes to the people you love, you’re a softie. It’s ok though, that’s why we work so well together.”

Guzman smiles at that. “We do, don’t we?” He leans in closer to her, waiting for her lips to meet his. He deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling away. He holds out a spoonful of oatmeal to her. 

“This is where we are, aren’t we?” Nadia says before accepting the food. “Eating the leftovers of our kid’s food and you feeding me.”

“Hey, if I don’t you’ll eat a bowl of fruits and nothing else.”  

Guzman sticks another spoonful to her mouth. Shaking her head, Nadia accepts and with a full mouth, pecks him on the lips.

Just then Amir comes barreling down the hall once again, half-dressed. Donning a pair of little denim pants, he wrangles with the shirt, trying to get the right parts through the right holes. The collar of his shirt is haphazardly around his forehead, obstructing his view while his arms struggle to find the sleeves. 

“Immi! Papa!” he cries. “It’s not working.”

Nadia and Guzman crouch in front of him, Guzman soothing him. “It’s ok, buddy, you’ve almost got it. Pull this down first, the collar,” Guzman instructs, tapping on the cloth. 

Amir’s bare arms blindly reach for the collar around his foreheads and jerks it down until his head pops up, hair mussed. His little face is flushed in exertion as he woefully looks at his parents. 

“I don’t like dressing myself,” he pouts.

Nadia raises a brow, discreetly placing a hand on Guzman’s arms to keep him from fixing Amir’s shirt for him. 

“Baby, did you tell papa that you wanted to dress yourself this morning?”

Amir’s pout deepens, his brows scrunching in a way so similar to Guzman’s it was startling. They both had the same frowny face when they were annoyed and it had amused Nadia when she first recognized Guzman in their son’s disgruntled expression. 

She had been quick to point it out to him. “Look! Look, he looks just like you when you don’t get your way,” she had laughed. 

It was so uncanny that even when she saw the expression on her son, she was reminded of Guzman and would text a picture of it to him if he wasn’t around at the time. 

Now as she looks at that familiar expression again, she turns to her husband with a suppressed giggle only to be met with his amused eyes. He knew exactly where her mind had gone. 

“Your turn to deal with your twin,” she whispers to him. 

Guzman looks back at Amir, expectantly. “Isn’t that right, Amir?”

Amir looks between his parents, contemplating the truth, but his parents know him all too well and fixes him with a look that says Don’t even try it.

Amir lets out a little huff, nodding before he looks skyward. “But I don’t wanna anymore, it’s too hard!”

“Buddy, your head is already through, you’re halfway there,” Guzman says. “Look, you got your head through, right?”

Amir looks down at his shirt, his pout slowly fading as he fiddles with the cloth. He looks more hopeful as he nods. 

“What comes next?” Nadia prompts. 

“Arms?”

“There you go! Put your arms under your shirt and then through the holes.”

It takes a few long moments of Amir fumbling with the shirt and bumping his elbow into himself but the moment he finally gets his arms through and the shirt perfectly settled over his little body, it was glorious. 

Nadia and Guzman cheer for Amir as he hops happily in place. “I did it! I did it!”

“You did, we’re so proud of you,” Guzman says with a broad smile their son had inherited. 

They wrap him up into a hug, sandwiching him between the two of them as they kiss either side of his cheeks. He giggles, squirming between them. 

“I want to tell Teeta and Jeedo! Can I, can I?”

“Of course, my dear. They’ll be so excited!”

“Ethu-ethusam?”

Guzman laughs, lifting Amir up to sit on his shoulders. “Yes, they’ll be very enthusiastic. And look, there they come.”

Guzman opens the front door while setting Amir down. His little feet barely touch the ground before he’s racing ahead to greet his grandparents, chattering excitedly before they even got out of the car. 

Nadia sidles up and he wraps his arms around her as they look on. It was incredible, really, how far they had come. Once upon a time, it had been hard to imagine her parents accepting Guzman, but now here they were. Almost ten years after learning about him, not only did they love him like a son, but they absolutely adored their little grandson. And most likely the new addition to their family that wasn’t far behind. 

As though hearing her thoughts, Guzman settles his other hand over her still flat stomach. “Think Teeta and Jeedo will be enthusiastic about another grandbaby along the way?”

Nadia beams as she watches her parents huddle happily around a bouncing Amir. 

“I have no doubt they will.”

[falllingthroughspace]

Guzman and Nadia + swimming pools

[gardenofblueroses]

Why is there not more guznadia fics in the fandom. Binge watched the Elite in 2 days and was ready to devour an array of fics but theres sooo little of them in the fandom 🥺😭😭

We need more Elite fics speciallicaly nadia x guzman and samuel x carla ❤❤❤ especially with the way season 3 ended. So open ended.

[esterexpsito]

What your opinion on Rebe ? Is she bi ? Do you think they will bring a new love interest for Samuel or Guzman ?

she’s definitely bi! and hopefully they don’t bring a new love interest for samuel i’ll be mad lfmskdnskf

[itsevidentvery]

Is there an inverse correlation between actual representation of sexual/romantic attraction and the horniness of fan works?

I don't know if this is just a function of the elegant perverts who ship the same Tumblr White Boys as me, but usually, if not always, these ships are not canon* and sex isn't a big part of canon. The fic, on the other hand? Exuberantly, explicitly filthy.

Whereas on shows with fairly frank sexual activity (het and otherwise)? Well firstly there isn't that much fic and when it is it seems pretty... Tame.

Is this because fan works fix problems in canon and when representation isn't an issue fandom doesn't have to fill in the gap?

* with the honourable exceptions of Good Omens. And of course Hannibal. God bless that show's horny heart.

[bowenandjohnson]

I tried my hand at writing fic for the first time in a long time. It would be great if you could send me some love!

[sabrina-spellman]

Humbly requesting the Kastle & Guznadia fic links plzzzz

youre so sweet lol sorry for the late reply today was a suck-ish day lol

all of my fav kastle fics are by punkynemo on AO3 and the BEST is “be my saviour and I’ll be your downfall” but I’ll add more below. But tbh the entire ao3 tag for kastle is ART, some of the best fic I’ve ever read has been from that fandom

Be my saviour and I'll be your downfall (truly one of the best pieces of writing I’ve ever read PERIODT)To make the angels weep Beneath the black and blue Ballads for a dead man (it’s a 3 part series thats *chefs kiss*) 

Guznadia has some of the best videos I’ve ever seen. the fic is a bit hard to come by but I found some gems 

Elite s2 series (a five part series) here it's never ending (can't remember when it started)he wants herhaunted (*this one HURTS in the best of ways)temptations 

[carladuquette]

Close your eyes, count to ten// chapter 30

Lu-centric future fic, this time featuring Guznadia and Lubeka (of course).

"Every time I wanted to strangle Melanie, I just took a deep breath and walked away," Lu said. "I had the 'emotional bandwith' to deal with her without being a bitch. That's how Dr. Ferreira would put it. Not the bitch part, but the rest. Had this shit show happened three months ago, I would've completely lost my shit by like the middle of the day and had to go home. But now…" Lu looked away from Rebe and busied her hands with wiping down the counter. "I guess I'm in a more zen place or whatever."

She turned around to face Rebe with a bright smile. "So I figured we should cheers to me not killing the intern! Hence the mango margaritas."

Rebe could tell Lu was trying to play the situation off as a bit of a joke. But that's not what it was.

"I'm proud of you." She looked Lu straight in the eye, her voice softening. "And I'm glad you're doing better."

[diez-minutos]

Time

Requests: I wish you would write a fic where we have a double date with omander and guznadia & Could you write something about Guzman and Nadia like right where season 2 ends of and what will happen with them

Pairs: Guzmán x Nadia // Omar x Ander

“What would you say if I said I wanted to go on a date?” Nadia casually mentioned in the hall.

“A date?” Guzmán tried to hide his excitement.

She nodded. “A real one.”

“Consider it done.” He gave her a quick kiss.

“You wanna go out tonight?” Omar stroked Ander’s back as they laid in bed.

“I really don’t want to go to the club tonight.”

“Not the club...more like…a date? At a restaurant or something.”

“Sure, Hon.” Omar couldn’t hold back his grin.

The second they walked in the restaurant, Guzmán turned to leave again. “No. I can’t do this.”

“Come on.” Nadia grabbed his arm. “He’s your best friend. Let’s just try to talk this out.”

“Nadia. This isn’t a date...it’s an intervention.”

“We’ll have our date, but the two of you have been miserable for weeks. Omar and I just want to help you fix it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Really wishing we were at the club right now,” Ander whispered in Omar’s ear.

“Let’s just try and if it’s awful-”

“Which it it will be.”

Omar glared at him. “Let’s try and then we’ll go home, okay?” Omar squeezed Ander’s hand.

“Okay.”

A waiter led the four to a table towards the back of the restaurant.  They quietly took their seats and looked over their menus. After a few uncomfortable moments of silence, Ander looked up at Guzmán. “How have you been?”

“Don’t.”

“Guzmán-”

“You lied to me.” His voice was tense. He was angrier than Ander ever remembered seeing him.

“I know,” Ander swallowed slowly. “And I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” Omar noticed Ander’s knee bouncing up and down under the table. He could sense how upset this conversation was making his boyfriend. Why did he do this to him? Maybe this was a mistake.

“It was an impossible situation,” Omar finally spoke.

“Omar,” Nadia hissed. They promised they wouldn’t but in the conversation or take sides. This was for Guzmán and Ander, not them. 

“He was. There was no right answer. Polo manipulated him and-”

“And he lied to me. That’s all there is to it.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Omar, stop,” Nadia nudged him.

“Ander felt like hell for weeks! It was killing him! He wanted to tell you.”

“I should have told you. I know that.”

Guzmán didn’t know what else to say. He glanced at Nadia. She nodded comfortingly. He sighed deeply. “It just felt...when I found out you were hiding his secret, it felt like maybe you were picking him or that he was more important to you or something…”

“Guzmán, we’re best friends. No one could come between us. Polo doesn’t mean anything to me, not anymore.” Guzmán nodded slowly. “I’m not expecting everything to just go back to normal right away. I know that’s not realistic, but...if you could think about it…”

“I need time.”

“Of course,” Nadia rubbed his shoulder. “We know.”

“Everything has just been so hard recently.” He glanced at the three of them and he knew they understood, and even if they didn’t they were trying to. Fuck Guzmán thought. This is making it so much more difficult to hate Ander right now. “I want to forgive you, but I’m not in that place yet,” Guzmán said quietly before calmly standing up and leaving the restaurant.

“I’m sorry, Ander,” Nadia sighed. “I thought this would help, but…”

“It did. It’s a start. Thank you.” He turned to his boyfriend. “Thank you.” He gave him a quick kiss.

“Let’s go,” Omar stood and offered Ander his hand.

“Gracias, Nadia.”

When Nadia finally gathered her emotions and managed to get the courage, she texted Guzmán. 

Where did you go?

Cafe. Sorry.

She took a deep breath and made the short walk to her favorite cafe a few blocks over. When she stepped inside, she immediately found her boyfriend. He was the only customer, but still forced himself into a seat tucked in the back corner of the building.

“Lo siento.” She sat across from him.

“I got your favorite,” he gently nudged a mug in front of her. Even when he was upset, he remembered the little things.

“Lo siento,” she repeated. “I really thought it would help.”

“I know you did.”

“Hey,” she reached her hand across the table. She interlaced her fingers with his. “We finally got our date.”

Guzmán let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, we did.”

[mytrashs-blog]

So we're all collectively gonna forget that Season 4 of Élite ever happened, right???

SEND ME FLUFFY OMANDER, CARMUEL AND GUZNADIA FICS TO FIX THIS BULLSHIT PLEASE

[broashwhat]

500 followers celebration

Thank you so much for following my blog! I have finally reached 500 followers! This fandom is my light in a dark place as well as bellarke and 100. Send me and ask if you would like to request one of the following with the emojis you choose. Yes you can request more than one. Also like and reblog.

💌 for a moodboard of any fic that is written or being wrote for a friend or you.

💓 for a mood board and prompt (you can request something or ask me to come up with one)

😍 for a compliment on your blog (for followers only)

🎵 for a playlist on spotify (for followers only)

💘 for a compliment on what I love about you personally (followers only)

Tagging a few friends I usually tag for bfsn @mmstorytracker @niyennor @nvermindiseeyou @bellarkatie @river-kom-spacekru @blvke-bellamy @guznadia @starboybellamy @kombellarke @pawprinterfanfic @eyessharpweaponshot @geekyogicheese @daenerya @pendragaryen @moonshoesreyes @joanna-lannister @captainwilldameron @shippingenthusiast @catastrophic-chloe @shaeheda @octaviadblake @swainlake @carrieeve @junebugninja @hellyeahbellarkee @hostagetakerandhistraitor @sallysimpsons @allthingsfandom101 @biconicclarkeyg @natassakar @captain-effy @iishallbelieve @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @bellamyfknblake @goddess-clarke @angstybleuskies @bellamysgriffinprincess @the1oo @piningbellarke @clarkgriffon @bcllamy @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 @animmortalist @johnmurphysass @talistheintrovert @important-metaphors @helloeurydice @wankadi @taylor-morley

[shaeheda]

happy bfsn! i've missed seeing all your beautiful faces 💖 i participated in the bob morley challenge over on twitter and thought i'd share my photo here as well!

thank you to @angstybleuskies @bellamysgriffinprincess @the1oo @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 @piningbellarke @sassmasterblake @carrieeve @river-kom-spacekru @igotbellarkeforthat @hellyeahbellarkee @brennanblue @biconicclarkeyg @famousflowermagazine for tagging me! you're all so wonderful!

can't believe this is going to be the last season! i'm a little nervous about how it will end to say the least, but no matter how it ends it's brought me to all of you beautiful, talented, and downright amazing humans and that's more than i could have ever hoped to get when i started this show!

hope everyone is taking care of themselves and staying safe right now! i haven't worked in over two months and therefore have been forced to attempt a multitude of hobbies to keep sane! i've updated 'why do you love me?' as well as writing other fics, making edits on instagram, and being an all around clown on twitter. what have you guys been doing to keep busy during quarantine?

tagging: @bellarkatie @whatscaitdoing @commandermadi @angstybleuskies @choose-wonkru @junebugninja @hostagetakerandhistraitor @icantloseyou-too @spacewalkerprincess @igotbellarkeforthat @skrrtbitch @bellarkyy @flawlessbellamy @wolfheartgirl @asroarke @wankadi @notsoplatonicsoulmates @charmainediyoza @blvke-bellamy @captainwilldameron @clarkesgrfin @deliciouswordvomit @joanna-lannister @lameblake @ohbellamy @octaviadblake @broashwhat @niyennor @mmstorytracker @murphystartedthefire @viviansternwood @yourereallyhere @nothing-but-sand-and-dust @kombellarke @guznadia @nightbleeder and anyone else i might have forgotten (pls don’t hate me) or anyone who wants to participate

[animmortalist-archive]

happy bfsn!!!

tagged by the amazing/iconic/outstanding: @broashwhat, @wolfheartgirl, @hellyeahbellarkee, @firelordozais, @cominguproses13x

I just wanna express my utmost gratitude and love for all the people in this fandom. you really make my experiences so wonderful and I will never stop being thankful for having met you. enjoy this sweet pic of a baby elephant and some birds hanging out. 

now, I’m feeling a bit nervous about the episode but I am mostly excited to go in without spoilers so!! let’s gooooooo!!

also, a psa that I’m participating in @bellarkefic-for-blm in which I will take prompts and write them in exchange for a donation that helps aid organizations that support blm. 

here are the other amazingly talented writers participating (and not all of them are just writing bellarke fic so check them out!!):  @burninghoneyatdusk | @nakey-cats-take-bathsss | @elora-lane | @sassmasterblake | @bellarkestitchdelena | @animmortalist | @useyourtelescope | @cominguproses13x | @changingthefairy-tale | @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 | @river-kom-spacekru | @queentheea | @that-english-nerd | @fanfictionworlds-blog | @excuseyouclarke | @bellarke-addict | @kletiworld | @ravenreyes-0g | @bellamythology | @asroarke | @mobi-on-a-mission | @easilydistractedbyfanfic | @osleyakomwonkru | @mareap

here’s my tag list! (though please consider yourself tagged if listed above and if you’d like to be added or taken off just dm me and I’ll do so!): @shaeheda, @queen-of-the-wallflowers15, @captainwilldameron, @broashwhat, @lameblake, @hellyeahbellarkee, @legendarybellamy, @sassmasterblake, @biconicclarkeyg, @shippingenthusiast, @octaviadblake, @guznadia, @wankadi, @bellamyfknblake, @hostagetakerandhistraitor, @clarkesplaylist