#rebeca fanfiction

[melanieph321]

Gabriel Medina x Black Reader - My Heart Belongs To You

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I have a new crush, and it's my job to force him upon you too. 🤭🙈

Reader is in Paris trying to book another modeling gig. While there she takes her time to meet up with her long distance boyfriend Gabriel Medina, who has just secured a bronze medal in surfing at the Paris Olympics.

Enjoy!

You were late. Very late. Your heels clicked against the stone covered streets in Paris in search of a bar called La République. You had never heard of such a bar, and you knew Paris. Either way, it's where your boyfriend, Gabriel, told you to meet up with him and his friends. And by friends, he meant the entire Brazilian olympic squad.

"Y/N, you made it!"

The people in the bar, along with Gabriel, turned their heads upon your arrival. You stepped through the door, recognizing neither of the dozen faces staring back at you. Except for Rebeca Andrade. The Olympic gymnast whom you may or may not have cheered for like a maniac after witnessing her gold winning floor routine the other day. You were a big fan. The biggest. If it wasn't for your early career in modeling, you would have begged your parents to sign you up for gymnastics instead.

"Can I kiss you?" Gabriel grinned. "Or would that ruin your makeup?"

"No, it wouldn't. And It's actually the way we normally greet each other in—"

You were brought back. Gabriel catching the back of your head in his hand, tilting your body backward before planting a lingering kissing on your lips. It was swift but sweet, laced with a longing for you.

"Come on," He whispered as he pulled you back. "Let me introduce you to everyone."

Gabriel draped an arm around your shoulders, shuffling you towards the bundle of athletes having a laugh and drinking beer. "Everyone, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, meet everyone."

You waved awkwardly. "Hi everyone."   

Despite their reassuring smiles, you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. You were most definitely overdressed for such a gathering. La République was more or less a dive bar. Most of the athletes, including Gabriel, looked fresh off the field, wearing colorful tracksuits, sporting the Brazilian flag. You, on the other hand, wore lavish leather pants, a designer bag, and shoes to match. You had just come from a whole day of modeling castings here in Paris. And frankly, your feet were killing you. However, Gabriel insisted you'd come tonight. He was so excited to show off his bronze medal in surfing. Although he wanted nothing more than to bring home the gold, just getting to represent his home country at such a major event was truly what drove him. You really admired him for that. Really, really admired him...

"Você sabe... Gabriel não conseguia parar de falar sobre você enquanto estávamos fora." (You know... Gabriel couldn't stop talking about you while we were away.)

"Huh?"

You snapped out your mesmerized trans. You were watching Gabriel as he stood across from you in the bar, laughing with his friends over a pint of beer. A woman with bleached blonde hair appeared before you, her blue eyes regarding you curiously. You were caught fantasizing about your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." You blushed.

"It's all good. The name is Tatiana." She offered a hand for you to shake. "I was with Gaby surfing in Tahiti."

"Of course you were. Nice to finally meet you."

"Don't mind me." She grinned and moved to stand next to you, joining the admiration of your boyfriend.

His brimming smile lit up the whole room, along with his new found tanned skin and voluminous dark locks.

"Ele é um exibicionista, não é?" (He's such a show off, isn't he?) Tatiana laughed. Her brazilian accent was thick. But not as thick as other people in the bar, some whom you failed to understand a word of what they were saying. Especially after a few drinks.

"We all wanted Gaby to win the gold. Turns out he has the real prize at home."

"He does?"

"Yeah, it's you."

"Me?"

She smiled. "Like I said, he wouldn't stop going on about you while we were staying in Tahiti. João even tells me that you guys were FaceTiming a lot. So much that he was forced to sleep outside of his and Gaby's shared hotel room one night.

"Oh." Instant heat dabbed your cheeks.

"Don't worry." Tatiana laughed. "We all love it for him. Gaby deserves to have someone like you, someone who makes him happy again. However, it's been a long time since I've seen him this happy."

It was true. Gabriel told you about the dark period in his life going through a nasty divorce with his ex-wife. After only two years of marriage.

"We all worried for Gaby during this time." Tatiana reminisced. "It really fucked him mentally, affecting the way he surfed and his motivation to even surf."

"It did?"

"Yes. Luckily he met you."

You admired her for telling you this. For telling you how happy Gabriel was with your relationship. Believe it or not, but you hadn't seen Gabriel for six months while he was preparing to go to Tahiti, where the olympic surfing events were being held. During this time, the two of you had to settle for late night FaceTime calls, while he was all the way over in Brazil and you in Portugal, where you were originally from. A tormenting time for the two of you, having just gotten used to juggling your busy careers.

Being in a long-distance relationship really didn't make things easier. Sometimes, you thought Gabriel should go for a girl more like Tatiana, a surfer. Then a girl like you, making a living traveling the world, rushing through the streets of luxurious cities just to get your face on the cover of some fashion magazine.

"Either way, I just wanted to let you know how happy Gaby was when you told him that you were coming to see him in Paris. We all had to endure an early flight from Tahiti just to shut him up. I'm still hungover from the olympic medal ceremony."

"Right, congratulations." Tatiana got silver for her performance in the women's individual surfing, making it two surfing medals for Brazil.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." She shook your hand once more. "I hope to see you soon."

The two of you were left acquainted, her kind words restoring your mood for the reminder of the night. You had a good time with Gabriel and his friends. At the end of the night, you even managed to slip Rebeca a used napkin to sign her autograph on. The expression on her face was priceless. However, you were never throwing that napkin away.

"Don't you want my autograph?" Gabriel said, seeing how you victoriously waved the napkin around the streets of Paris. He was walking you back to your hotel, your hand held tightly in his.

"No. Why would I want that?"

"Ouch." He clenching his heart with his hand. "I thought my girlfriend would be more proud to see me more than any other athlete."

"Oh, baby. Don't tell me you're jealous?"

"Jealous?" He snorted. "Of a stained napkin with some gold medalist autograph scribbled down on it?"

"Some gold medalist?"

You stopped in your tracks. Gabriel turned to you, unsuccessfully hiding the twitch of his lips. "Okay, fine...." He sighed. "Of course I'm jealous. While you were at it, you should have gotten me an autograph. I love Rebeca. She's amazing."

"Right! God, I wish I could flip in the air like she can."

"You should try."

"And break my neck during the attempt. I don't think so."

"Not on land." He laughed. "I meant in the water. Like I do with my surfboard."

"Yeah, it's still a no for me."

"I could teach you."

"How? I would die."

"Nah." He pulled your arm, tugging you towards him. "You'd be in safe hands." Gabriel wrapped his arms around your waist, craddling your body by pulling you close. Your back against his front. For a moment, you remained like that. Hugging in the street.

You stood in the middle of the Champs-Élysées boulevard. Now abandoned. The luxurious shops that decorated the streets displayed some of the world's most expensive fashion collections. From stylish haute couture to flamboyant patterned handbags. Here, you found fashion giants like Dior and Louis Vuitton. Not to mention Saint Laurent, who you hoped to hear from after today's castings. It would be a dream come true to walk in one of their fashion shows one day.

"What are you thinking about?" Gabriel's lips pressed against your ear, his breath warm and welcoming.

"I really wish I could work here someday."

"Where, in Paris?"

"Mhmm."

Gabriel tilted his head regarding the manekins displayed in the window shop before you. To him, they were probably just that, manekins, wearing questionable outfits.

"You will." He whispered.

"Will what?"

"Work here some day." His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his lips finding your pulse. You sighed, surrendering to his soft kisses, tilting your head back against his shoulder. For a moment, you allowed his touch to distract you. To drift you away to a relm where time did not exist. Just the two of you. You and Gabriel. His rough hands roamed your body, easing their way down your stomach, his fingertips slipping under the belt of your leather pants.

"Wait!" You stiffened.

Gabriel pulled back to check on you. "What?"

"I need to get back to my hotel. I have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Erm...can I come?" He chuckled.

You stared at him blankly, pushing back the panic that rose within you.

"Y/N, is everything alright?"

You shook your head. "No."

"No?"

"No."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You're going back to Brazil the day after tomorrow, that's what's wrong." You wiggled out of Gabriel's embrace, attempting to escape from him by making your way down the boulevard.

"Y/N, wait!" Gabriel rushed to catch up with you, a troubled expression on his face.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like what I said isn't the truth."

"That I'm going back to Brazil?" He frowned. "I thought I told you that over the phone."

"Well...if you're leaving so soon, why did you even bother coming to see me at all?"

"Y/N."

"Don't..." You took a step back, avoiding Gabriel's attempt to console you. You  hugged yourself tightly, the cold night nipping at your skin. "What's even the point of this, of us? I hate having to miss you. It hurts so much."

"It hurts me too." He mumbled. "Trust me, Y/N, I want nothing but to come home to you every night. To be committed to you in every way possible. But I...can't." He lowered his head. His feet shuffling something invisible on the ground. "Trust me." The night breeze stirring his dark locks. "I would... Marry you."

"Baby?" 

Gabriel's eyes were glossy, looking up at you. His lips trembling slightly. You stepped up to him. Your hands settled on each side of his face. He shut his eyes, allowing the tears to run down his cheeks. "I want to marry you. I will marry you someday. I just need to—"

"No."

His eyes reopened. "No?"

You shook your head. "No. Marriage is not what's important to me."

"No. What is then?"

"This." You shrugged. "Being here with you in the city of love. I just hate missing you  that's all."

Gabriel made the effort to dry his tears, lowering your hands from his face. "But we're in love, aren't we?"

"Is that a trick question?" You laughed. Gabriel, however, did not laugh.

"I love you, Y/N." His words sent a spark to your heart. "I love you because you make me the happiest I've ever been. I'm just afraid that I'll depend on you to make me happy all the time. I have to be able to feel happiness on my own, and until I can do that, I don't want us to rush into anything. It would mean making the same mistake as I've made before. And I really don't want to lose you too."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself up on your toes in order to peck his lips. "Okay." You whispered, your lips brushing against his.

Gabriel's arms wrapped around your waist, his forehead settling against yours. "Can I take you back to your hotel now?"

"Yes, take me back."

He took you back to your hotel, the Eiffel Tower spotted from the outskirts of the window in your room. The window which Gabriel went to close the curtains, his naked silhouette reflected in the moonlight as he did. He then moved in the dark towards your bed. His hands pressed down on the sheets, tracing the outlines of your body.

"Meu coração." 

He crawled to lay on top of you, his hands finding your hips under the covers, and his mouth....his mouth found your lower ribs as he made his way upwards, tracing kisses until his lips pressed against your lips. His tongue warm against your mouth.

"I feel you, meu coração."

Your breath hitched as his hips grinded against your thigh. His erection growing stiff against your folds.

"Fuck, Y/N. I can feel you." He spoke against your mouth while his hands desperately nipped at the lace of your panties. It was the only pice of clothing you still had on.

"Do you feel me?"

Gabriel's rough hands ripped the seam of your panties. Tossing the piece of fabric in the corner somewhere. His hand then made its way between your legs, his fingers mercilessly creeping into you.

"Gabriel." You moaned, your mouth left open.

"Sssh." He hushed. "Just relax for me baby."

His cheek rested against your breast. He then turned his head and caught your nipple in his mouth, licking the hard pebble, sucking you dry.

"Please, baby. You're gonna make me come."

He hymned in response, his fingers still moving deeply inside of you.

"Shit." You squealed. To which Gabriel hushed you again. "I said I want to feel you, baby. Let me feel you come all over my hand."

"Gabriel, please." Your eyes squinted shut. Your chest heaving up and down.

"Yes baby. Let yourself go for me."

"Baby, I'm gonna....I'm gonna...."

"Yes, yes. Come all over my hand."

As he wished. You squirmed below him, feeling your walls clench around his fingers still curled up inside of you, pressing against the roof of your pussy.

"Baby." You bit his shoulder, dimming your squeals of pleasure.

"Fuck."

He said it. Not you. You were to busy melting into a pile of nothing.

"Was that good for you baby?"

"Gaby."

You nodded, eyelids drowsy. "Now you." You made the effort to sit up. However, Gabriel made sure to push you down with his weight. "Let me clean you up first."

There was no stopping him. He moved downwards, shifting to rest on his elbows with his hands raising your hips towards his face.

"Why do you always do this." You chuckled.

"Do what?" His eyes were foggy with lust, staring blankly at the feast that was presented before him.

"You make me come at least three times before I even get to touch you."

Gabriel shrugged. "What can I say, I like the sounds you make when I make you feel good."

"That's not—"

You gasped with the first swipe of his tounge. Gabriel licked your already sensitive clit, swollen from the previous round. Gabriel didn't mind, however. Devouring the mess he made out of you.

"There." He licked his lips. "All done."

"Fuck." Your head fell back against the pillows, your hand reaching for his head, running through his hair. "Mhhhm." You hymned. The hotel room filled with the sounds of Gabriel sucking and licking you clean. You came hard. A spasm of your muscles.

You watched him with your back against the headboard, curling a finger your way. "Come here."

Gabriel did what he was told, crawling towards you with a sly grin on his lips. He kissed you, opened mouthed. A kiss that went from sweet to filthy in a matter of seconds.

"God, I've missed you." He groaned.

"I've missed you too baby, so much."

He reached for something on the floor. His pants. He found the condom in his pocket and took the time to dress his leaking cock with it.

"Turn around for me, baby."

You whimpered, wanting to see his face when he fucked you.

"Don't cry now baby. I want you like this. Trust me, I'll make it good for you too."

You turned over to lay on your belly. Gabriel then raised your hips with his hand, settling himself behind you. His flesh slapped against your folds, making you flinched as the size of him surprised you til this day.

"Relax." He grunted and with the help of his hand guided his cock toward your opening,  inserting himself slowly.

"Jesus."

He chuckled, moving in and out of you slowly. Thrusting his hips upon you like some beast in the night. He lost control about halfway through, grunting every time his hips crashed against your ass.

You buried your face against the pillows, silencing your cries. It was too much, the pleasure almost unbearable.

"Fuck you feel so good. You have....no idea....how much....I've wanted this." He said between hits. "Meu coração."

"Just like that baby. Arch your back for me."

You met every blow of his hips by arching your back. Welcoming his dick that was shoved inside of you until Gabriel grunted in relief, his body collapsing on top of yours.

You lay still in the night, the after care consisting of lazy kisses and whispers of sweet nothings.

"Fuck Y/N. You're making it hard for me to go back to Brazil."

"The don't." You smiled.

He chuckled. "Or perhaps you can come back with me and travel the world by my side?"

"Perhaps. I might need a day or two to think about it."

"Yes, take all the time thay you need. Just know that no matter wherever I am in the world, my heart belongs to you."

[redheadbigshoes]

Brazilians can be your bestest friends or your worst enemies lol The Olympics are here to prove this.

Just notice how Brazilians are acting with Filipinos, Simone Biles and the Romanian gymnasts.

It literally became a joke that Brazilians and Filipinos are cousins so now every Brazilian win is a Filipino win and every Filipino win is a Brazilian win.

Okay a lot of us are unnecessarily hating on Simone, but from what I’ve seen the vast majority is loving her and Rebeca (there’s even so many fanfiction already 😭).

And when it comes to the Romanians so many Brazilians are showing their support for both girls for the unfairness of the judges (want to clarify this has nothing to do with Jordan, it’s the judges fault).

And we also have the opposite happening with that basketball (or is it American football?) player who talked shit about Simone and Jordan’s gesture with Rebeca. So many brazilians instantly started to hate on him because of what he said.

And also how Brazilians are reacting towards Hermoso lol

People really don’t want to be on our bad side.

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

Full name: Faina Necronomicon (maiden name Levek) Fredovna

Date of birth: December 1, 1915

Character: sweet, kind, hardworking, caring, brave

Loves: his family, his friends, helping others

Dislikes: loneliness, losing family

Russian voice acting: Natalie (real name of singer Natalia Anatolyevna Minyaeva)

English voice acting: Becky G (real name of singer Rebeca Marie Gomez)

First appearance in Fanon: The fifth chapter in the fanfiction "SCP Foundation: The Last Pages of History" (as a story)

Last appearance in Fanon: Currently unknown

Story: Faina was born in the Island of Unwanted Mice and grew up with her parents Fred and Willow. She also grew up with her younger brother Bahram. In Fanon, she is Billy's maternal grandmother. About her childhood, it is said only that when she was young, her father was carried away by a Snowy Wind. When she first saw Linus, she immediately fell in love with her and began an affair with her that eventually she married and gave birth to Sheila and Orm from him. But after the birth of her second child, it happens to her the same way as her father and eventually she dies where the Snow Wind came from. And then, almost throughout the fifth chapter, she appears as a story in the form of a spirit.

Interesting facts: her name is a reference to the song "Faina" from the music group Na-Na.

[theshiki]

Fanfic MCM

“Primer beso de Menma”. Autora: Rebeca Hanahaki. Two shot. Ninjaverse. Romance. MCM Resumen: Menma era el único de su generación que no había recibido su primer beso. Esto es causa de que sea una excusa para burlarse de él pero Charasuke lo ayuda con su problema. Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13026084/1/Primer-beso-de-Menma

[cacoetheswriting]

‘tis the damn season - rebeca de bormujo ávalos

Warnings: mild cursing, little angst but honestly just fluff Word Count: 0.6k Request: anonymous: “hi could you maybe do something for rebeca from elite if you can? tysm!” A/N: i wanted this to be angsty, since i was inspired by taylor swift’s song of the same title, but honestly it turned out into a fluff... 

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“Okay..” Rebe muttered. Her hands were gently placed over your eyes covering them shut. She led you carefully around the place, making sure you didn't bump into anything. “Now, when I take my hands away please keep your eyes closed.” She instructed. “Can you do that for me?” You nodded, a small smile of anticipation circling your lips. 

You’ve been friends with Rebeca for a few years now. The two of you have been through quite a lot together, and quite frankly you’ve become the only family either of you needed. That was until you moved away. 

The sudden distance caused you to drift away. Being in a new social circle, you barely had time for your old one. You had no time for Rebe. Daily calls turned to weekly then into update texts before all communication completely stopped. 

She was no longer your number one, while you always remained hers. 

Because what you didn't know was that the brunette teen was madly and desperately in love with you. And before she mustered up the courage to confess her true feelings, you were gone out of her life. 

Rebeca wanted to hate you, she really did. She wanted to be angry with you for abandoning her and making her feel worthless. She wanted to be angry with you about throwing your friendship out like trash but no matter how hard she tried she simply couldn't. She loved you too much. Instead she wanted to try and move on, forget about her undying feelings. That worked for a while. 

Until one day you showed up at her doorstep out of the blue. Beginning for forgiveness. Beginning for her friend back. 

And as if no time has passed, as if nothing happened, the two of you were back being friends. With that, all of the feelings Rebeca had buried came back flooding to the surface. 

“Perfect.” The brunette teen let her hands fall. Just as you promised, you kept your eyes tightly shut. You could feel her manoeuvre around you. You tried to focus on the sounds, maybe figure out what she was up to, although your excitement made that nearly impossible. 

“Three, two, one. Open.” 

You did as you were told and instantly your jaw dropped. “Holy fuck!”

The bedroom you currently stood in, Rebeca’s bedroom, was illuminated by what looked like thousands of fairy lights. Different colours, different shapes, different sizes. The strings of lights stretched from each side of the room leaving no corner dark. 

You scanned the room in awe, completely mesmerised, before finally focusing your attention on Rebeca. 

“Do you like it?” She asked, a wide grin on her face. 

“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” You breathed.

“It looks a little like Santa threw up in here.” She joked shrugging. “But for the look on your face, totally worth it.” 

“I love it! I so totally love it!” You exclaimed throwing your hands up in the air. 

“I’m glad because it took me fucking forever.” She teased while plopping herself down on her bed. She patted the spot next to her, and you made your way over. 

“I can only imagine.” 

The two of you lay on her bed looking at the fairy lights for hours, talking, joking around, and simply enjoying each others company. Honestly, you haven't laughed this hard in a very long time. You haven't felt this good in a really long time. 

Lost in the moment, Rebeca reached out and intertwined your fingers with hers. Still looking at the ceiling above, she gave your hand a gentle squeeze. You couldn't help but smile. Heart fluttering.

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masterlist

[probably-writing-x]

Healing heart.

Rebeca x Reader

Request by anon: Hi ! Can I request an imagine of Rebeca meeting someone (girl or boy) I don’t care and just being really happy with him/her ? She didn’t get that with Samu and she deserves it ! Thank you for your writing! Stay safe 🤍🤍

Gif is not my own

Requests are open 🤍

“There’s no catch, I just want to take you somewhere nice,” You laugh as you and Rebeca walk down the path towards Ander’s house.

“We really don’t have to, you took me out last weekend,” She encourages, pace slowing as you feel the tug against your hand.

You turn around to where she now stood stationary behind you, “What’s the big deal? You’re my girlfriend and I want to take you out.”

She swallows the lump in her throat and smiles, “It’s just really nice of you.”

You chuckle and lean in to kiss her softly, “You’re adorable.”

The two of you had only been dating for a couple of months after you’d started at Las Encinas in their year and you’d quickly fallen closer to being in love with her. She had a heart of her gold and her difficult history did nothing to tarnish that, she was in all forms a good person in your eyes. There was just something about her confidence that always killed you to see, like she didn’t feel right to be treated so well. You never pried, it seemed like something she would speak about on her own terms and you were more than willing to accept that.

“So, what did Ander say we were doing today?”

Since Ander had been in remission, he’d made it a goal to do all of the things he’d been reluctant to do before. Partly with Omar’s influence, he’d been doing a lot recently and you were more than happy to join in whenever he came up with another idea. You hadn’t known any of the group before a few months ago, but you were glad you’d met them all - mostly Rebeca but the others were great too.

You’d always count your lucky stars for finding you someone like her.

- - - - - -

“Good morning guys,” You smile as you walk into the class where the group all sat.

Instantly, you direct yourself toward Rebeca as you kiss her cheek before you sit down.

“Hey,” She smiles as her cheeks light up with a blush.

“How did things go with your Mum last night?” You ask, pulling out your book for the lesson.

She looks at you and sighs, “Not too bad, I just avoid her when I can.”

The two of them had been arguing recently and it had clearly had an impact on her. Her mum was the only family she had and it was never easy to lose that.

“Well, if you want to, you can stay at mine tonight,” You suggest, “We can put on a movie, order in some food, whatever you want.”

“No, we don’t have to...” She begins but you can tell that the prospect feels too tempting to reject, “Are you sure?”

You laugh, “You can even pick which place we order from.”

“Stop it you two,” Guzmán warns as he walks in, eying you and Rebeca, “You’ll make me throw up again.”

“And good morning to you too Guzmán,” You laugh, your hand reaching for Rebeca’s easily as you turn to face him, “How are you?”

“I’d rather be anywhere but here,” He sighs as he flops down to sit beside Samuel.

“You mean you’d rather be in New York,” Omar scoffs.

“Just because these two have found the love of their life, doesn’t mean we have to mention mine,” He raises his hands in defence, “Can we please not talk about Nadia?”

You glance away at his choice of words. Love of their life. Maybe that was the case with you and Rebeca. It was exciting and daunting to think that it could be. You were both still so young that you’d never thought to consider it too much. It seemed silly to expect a feeling like that when you were still learning to experience the world.

“She’ll be back soon man,” Ander assures Guzmán who simply raises his eyebrows as a form of response.

- - - - - -

That night, you’re sat at home with Rebeca watching the film that she’s chosen. Something seems so certainly off about her and you can’t simply blame it on the situation with her mum.

“Everything okay honey?” You frown as you see the film turn to a less important scene.

She glances up from where she’d been fiddling with a thread on one of the cushions, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Come on,” You reach over and tug it out of her grasp, “What’s going on?”

She looks at you and sighs, “I’m just thinking about us.”

The words make your heart drop. So simple and yet somehow they manage to carry such a weight.

“What do you mean?” You ask cautiously, thinking of all of the things you could’ve possibly done wrong.

“No, no, it’s not you,” She quickly assures you, “I just feel like I don’t really deserve all of this.”

“All of this? All of what?” You frown, “We’re watching a film.”

She laughs a little, “No, like how you treat me, you’re so good to me (Y/n).”

You toss aside the cushion and shuffle closer to her on the couch so you can take her hand in yours, “We’re in a relationship Rebeca - that’s how it should be.”

She looks down at your hands, “You know that before you got to Las Encinas I had that whole thing with Samuel. I was so certain that I loved him, and he never felt the same way. I think ever since then I’ve just convinced myself that I’m never going to find someone who treats me right.”

You pause and let her continue.

“And then I met you and it seemed like you were just set on proving that wrong, and you did everything you could to prove it without even trying. I guess I’m just waiting for the time you realise you’re too good for me.”

“Rebe...” You sigh, “I’ll never be too good for you. The reason I want to treat you so well is because I’m trying to prove to you that I do deserve you. Anybody who treated you less than that is clearly not worthy of you.”

She smiles gently, her hand squeezing yours again.

“I could say it a thousand times but I need you to realise it for yourself, you mean so much to me Rebeca. And there’s nobody else I want, no complication or confusion in that. I know we’re only just starting out but I really like you, okay?”

She bites her lip and nods, “Okay.”

It’s like you visibly let out your relief, leaning in and kissing her softly. You go to pull away when she tugs you back.

“Forget about the movie.”

[momentinparadise]

this happened on my photoshop today

i’m too obsessed, help

[worldwithinworld]

WWW’s Weekly Winners (July 25-31, 2021)

These are the best things I read, watched, and listened to over the past week. Let me know what you think!

Movie or TV Show: Olympics (I get very into the Olympics, so I watched many hours of events and have done little else.) 

Song: “Speak to the Mountains” by Chris McClarney (I love the big ending to this song.)

Fanfiction: “Brothers in Arms” by selstarry (SA. This is a cute fic about Gavilar and Dalinar that was written before Oathbringer came out, and what’s cool about it is that nothing in Oathbringer or Rhythm of War really contradicts it. Instead the recent books just cast the story in a new light.)

[renati94]

Amestris School (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/282756068-amestris-school?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Renati94&wp_originator=x89i6Nof1D7j6SDe4RHoL0dG7850vo4TLXUGaviuyf3lgQo2%2F5%2BIbl24%2Bwaq1tXAHhrOfvTuPlxP22Vmm783v82ErlhNRQ2rARuM%2B49MUGa4jPXVOiASyENXTM2m1qO8 AU. En la escuela Amestris, se abre una nueva vacante para ser profesor de Literatura. Ante eso, Rebeca llama a su vieja amiga para que postule. Ella es aceptada y contratada, pero no se imaginará las cosas que ocurrirán en su vida con este nuevo empleo. Royai, un poco de EdxWin. También se está publicando en Fanfiction.

Estoy retomando un fanfic que hace unos años dejé en hiatus. También se puede encontrar en fanfiction  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12213214/1/Amestris-School

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500 Followers: Meet The Writer

Hello there! Look at us reaching 500 followers just in time for CFWC One Year celebration! We’re grateful to all of you who continue to share your work with us and support the fanfic authors of the fandom.Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff!

For some reason that only the forces of the random picker website we use can explain (lol), the tenth fanfic author interviewed is extra special to us. It’s our pleasure to introduce you to our dearest @mod-queen​’s fanfic blog:

Blog: @thequeenofpixels

Name (or petname): Tamires, but you can call me Tammy

Birthday: March 12

Nationality: Brazilian

Current residency: Brazil (somebody save me)

Languages you speak: Portuguese, English (or at least I try 😂)

Masterlist/AO3: Tammy’s fanfiction masterlist / thequeenstories

 1. Is there a meaning behind your url name?

Well, not much of a meaning, but more of a part of a user I already use for all my social media (thequeen) and the 'ofpixels' part is just because this blog is now for all games I play, and all of them are made of pixels... so.... yeah, not much creative but that's it.

2. When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played? 

Back in 2017, The Freshman (When we had the option to choose between Romance and Adventure at the beginning.)

3. When did you decide to join Choices fandom? 

Dec. 2017. At first I created a sideblog in another tumblr of mine, but it really annoyed me how we can’t follow/comment/send asks from the sideblog, so I decided to create a new one exclusively for choices and here we are.

4. Go back to your archive and tell us what your first post on your Choices blog was about.

It was a screenshot from HSS. Oh man, this made me miss the good old days, the magic...

5. How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since 2015.

6. Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

The tour after the tour. Yeah I still like it. I wrote after getting really frustrated with TRR, I had to write how I wanted the scene to go  since book 2. Maybe now I’d change a few words here and there, but not what happened in it.

7. What are your favorite Choices books to write about?

Perfect Match and The Royal Romance, but I think it’s more about a few characters than the whole book.

8. What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?

I don’t think I have one…? But I enjoy writing smut and I’m enjoying writing fluff lately.

9. If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

OMG this is one is difficult, and even though I'm getting in the fluff scene I'd choose smut 🤭🤭

10. Do you ever recognise yourself in what you write?

Always. I always put something of mine in my main characters, be it the way they act, speak, the way they feel or express their feelings... Or the way I can’t extend a plot, I tend to solve everything as fast as I can or I lose patience  🤭

11. Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

Of course! I couldn’t not mention my dear friend Maria ( @marijo37​ ), who’s the one who gave me the biggest push to start writing. She always inspired me with her writing. And later on J. R. Ward with the Black Dagger Brotherhood helped me discover my liking for the erotica genre and inspired me starting writing it and a few years later Sparrow Beckett did the same with BDSM for me.

12. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Definitely describing places, I don’t know why but for me is really difficult (and boring) to do it, I mention which place the scene is happening and that’s enough for me, but I know it is not enough for some people, so I’ve tried to do it twice, but it didn’t work really well…

13. Is there any neglected work yours you wished you would finish?

A Drake x MC unfinished story that is resting in my archive… I never finished it because the thing I mentioned before: it was being too much prolonged, I lost my patience because it had a plot it couldn’t be solved as fast as I wanted, and so I gave up a while ago… But I never forget about it, if I can change something in it and finish I’ll post, I promise.

14. Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Oh man, definitely The truth in the burn. All the drama of Eros using humans instead of robots in their mind experiments… (Ngl I did imagine a follow up for this one, but I didn’t want to go on there after all, because of all the possibilities it can lead so I’d rather let to the reader imagination.)

15. Do you write original stories?

Yes! I have one already finished (https://www.wattpad.com/story/44646174-rebeca but it’s in Portuguese) and I’m writing a new one that I haven’t post anywhere yet, I didn’t even gave it a title yet to be honest 

  Thanks for reading! Reblog to share your appreciation for @thequeenofpixels​ ❤️

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Introductory information!

🌈General information/Información general🌈

🌈Name/Nombre: Dulce  🌈Gender/Género: Femenino. 🌈Pronouns/Pronombres: She/Her-Ella/La 🌈Birthday/Cumpleaños: May 12/12 de Mayo 🌈Sign/Signo: ☀️Tauro🌙Tauro💫Acuario 🌈Language/Idioma: My first language is Spanish, but I speak some English and continue to learn it. / Mi primer idioma es el español, pero manejo el inglés y sigo aprendiéndolo. 🌈Activity/Actividad: I’m drawner and fanfiction writer / Soy dibujante y escritora de fanfics.

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🌸Undertale & Deltarune 🌸FNAF 🌸Funamusea: The Gray Garden, Wadanohara, Mogeko Castle, Obsolete Dream, etc. 🌸Indie RPG (Misao, Mad Father, Uri games, Charon, Akemi tan, Good bye Rebeca, Commodorette games) 🌸Doki Doki Literature Club 🌸Invader Zim 🌸Danganronpa 🌸Percy Jakson and the Olympians. 🌸Mo dao zu shi 🌸Friday night funkin 🌸Mystic Messenger 🌸Vocaloid 🌸Miraculous LadyBug 🌸Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss 🌸She-ra and the princesses of power 🌸Steven Universe & Steven Universe Future 🌸Metal Family 🌸Be more chill & Dear Evan Hansen & Heathers & Mean Girls & TGWDLM

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✌️My drawings: Content of my art/Contenido de mi arte. ✌️SweetGirl90: Content that cames from me in general/Contenido general que viene de mí. ✌️Ask/Answer: Ask content. ✌️Dulce habla/Dulce talks: Nothing but me saying stupid stuff/ Nada más que yo diciendo huevadas o dando avisos. ✌️Original art: Original characters and story/Personajes originales e historias. ✌️Reblog: Other counts reblogs/Reblogs de otras cuentas.

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❤️Together at last AU  ❤️Undertale (Undertale in general/Undertale en general) ❤️Undertale AUs (If you want to see some specific AU content you can search the hashtag/Si quieres ver contenido específico de un AU busca el hashtag) ❤️MistakeTale (Soon/Próximamente)

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🖤Failed ritual AU 🖤WangXianYu/WangXian/XianYu/WangYu

💫Commodorette/Polka/Time traveler/Geppaku: Monogatari💫

💫Gardenverse 💫Lothelios/Heliotus/Lotus x Helios

[redheadbigshoes]

I can’t believe there’s already fanfiction pairing Simone and Rebeca 😭

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

MAZEL TOV!

(A Comissary Yakovlev x Rebeca Rosenfeld fanfiction)

FANDOM: Nicholas and Alexandra 1971

A fanfic describing the wedding of my Comissary Yakovlev with my OC, Rebeca Rosenfeld.

@amalthea9 @princesssarisa @mademoiselle-princesse @superkingofpriderock @lioness--hart @hmmm-what-am-i-doing

Two weeks had passed...

Now, Rebeca was seeing herself in the mirror, while her sisters  brushed her hair.

Aunt Masha had taught her about the charm of, in the wedding day, wearing something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, to have luck and happines in her married life.

Her mother’s wedding dress was the something new.

Blue and new was the ribbon that she was wearing in her hair, tyed in a coque.

And borrowed by Hannah were a pair of nacre earings and a silver brooch.

She was about to cover her face with the white veil, when she heard steps entering the bedroom.

Rebeca turned her back, and saw that it was her father, entering with extended hands.

-How does the dress is on you, daughter?

Rebeca camed close to her father, and he delicately touched the veil behind he head, and the fabric that involved her shoulders and arms.

Old Abner smiled, and letted a tear fall, while he sayed:

-You are beautifull. Like your mother, in our wedding day.

Rebeca, also smiling and starting to cry, answered:

-I wished that Mami was here.

Old Abner responded:

-I know, that wherever my Sarah is, she is watching you and praying to God for your hapness.

At this moment, Aunt Masha got up and asked:

-Now, good old Abner, what do you think if us two give our arms to our *devushka to the registter’s office?

Old Abner nodded with his head.

At the office, Yakovlev was on his foot, in front of the peace judge, wearing his boots,  black pants and a blue *kosovorotka, waiting for the arrival of Rebeca and his family. At his side, there were his friends Dr. Ivan, also wearing boots, combined with blue pants and a white *kosovorotka, and the photographer Benjamin, wearing black shoes and a black pants, tux and tye combination.

-Are you nervous?

Asked Ivan to Yakovlev, who answered:

-Happy.

First, camed Hannah, who stayed at her husband Ivan’s side. She weared a purple dress.

Them, camed Yakovlev’s younger sister, Sophia, alongside Noemi and Lilia, Rebeca’s younger sisters.

Sophia was wearing a blue dress, in a tone close to the kosorovotka of her older brother. She stood by her friend Benjamin’s side.

Noemi weared a red dress and was holding and old cup made of clay alongside a piece of white fabric, while Lilia weared a yellow dress.

Them camed Rebeca, holding arms with Aunt Masha, who weared a magenta dress, and her father Old Abner, wearing black pants and suit, with no tye, and a black *kippah on his head that he always reserved for special ocasions.

They brought Rebeca to her groom, who offered his hand to her.

Aunt Masha sitted alongside the other ladies, while Old Abner followed soon after kissing the forehead of his older daughter and say to Yakovlev:

-Always look after her.

-I will, Mr. Rosenfeld.

Answered Yakovlev to him.

As soon as the old man sitted down, Yakovlev and Rebeca turned their faces to the peace judge, who asked:

-Before i start the ceremony, i need to ask if there is anyone who oposes the celebration of this matrimony.

-If there was someone, we kicked him out!

Exclaimed Aunt Masha from her chair, making everybody laugh.

-Them, let’s start. First, the age of the bride.

Rebeca answered:

-26.

The peace judge now turned to Yakovlev:

-Now, the age of the groom.

Yakovlev answered:

-36.

The officer turned his face back to Rebeca:

-Rebeca Rosenfeld, do you accept *Mikhail Sergeyevich Yakovlev as your expouse?

-I do.

Answered Rebeca, looking at Yakovlev with a smile.

The officer them turned back to Yakovlev:

-*Mikhail Sergeyevich Yakovlev, do you accept Rebeca Rosenfeld as your wife?

-I do.

Answered Yakovlev, smiling back at Rebeca.

The peace judge extended a pen to the couple:

-Now sign the papers, please. And them pass the papers to the testimonys.

Rebeca and Yakovlev signed the wedding papers, and them they passed the pen for Hannah, Ivan, Benjamin and Sophia, to sign their roles as testimonys.

-Noemi. Lilia. Aunt Masha. Come sign as well.

Called Sophia. The three ladies camed and signed.

The peace judge them sayed, to finish:

-Now, for the power to me invested, i declare you both, now married.

Just as he sayed that, Noemi raised her hand, where she holded the cup of clay, and sayed:

-Before you two kiss, i would like to ask to the groom to break this cup with his foot. This is a tradition of our people, to remind us of the fall of the Temple of Israel.

-I will be honored, Noemi.

Exclaimed Yakovlev.

While Noemi covered the cup in the piece of fabric she brought, Aunt Masha sayed a few words:

-The holly book has sayed: “Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself”.

Yakovlev asked, looking at Rebeca’s face:

-And who is my neighbour?

-Is me.

Sayed Rebeca to Yakovlev, who answered, while the veil away from her face:

-I love you.

Noemi putted the rolled cup on the floor, and her now brother in law broked in it with his foot, while her and Lilia exclaimed raising their arms to the air:

-Mazel tov!

And them, Yakovlev holded Rebeca by the waist, and raised and turned her around, while exclaiming in joy:

-My wife!

Before finally kissing her, who hugged his shoulders.

NOTES

*Devoushka is ‘girl’ in russian.

*Kosorovota is the traditional russian male shirt

*Kippah is the traditional jewish male small hat.

*I chosed to use Mikhail Sergeyevich as Yakovlev’s first two names as an homage to two Anton Chekhov characters that Sir Ian Holm has played: Michael L. Khrushchev in The Wood Demon and Peter Sergeyevich Trofimov, from the Cherry Orchard.

The music that i imagine to be the theme of this story is this one:

[theshiki]

Fanfic Sasunaru

“Tal y como es”. Autora: Rebeca Hanahaki. One shot. AU. Romance. Humor. Sasunaru. Shonen ai

Resumen: A Naruto le gustaría que Sasuke fuera más atento con él y le demostrara su cariño de una forma más encantadora. Este sabe a la perfección que no cambiaria la actitud del azabache

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12449005/1/Tal-y-como-es

[cacoetheswriting]

dating rebeca would include:

a lot of cuddling

she likes to climb through your window at night and fall asleep with you

being there for her through everything

you don't shy away from PDA

“bella”

she gets jealous when someone else is flirting with you

which often leads to heated arguments in your honour

creative date nights

amazing s e x to be honest

thinking she's adorable

“carino”

walking down the school halls hand in hand

TRUST IS KEY

laughing at each other’s stupid jokes

doing schoolwork together

p h o n e  s e x 

lots of hickeys

listening to music together

she’s made you about a billion playlists

“amado”

she’s the one for you

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