#relationship: elite: ander x omar

[smuganya]

ÉLITE 3.02 | 6.02

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Caught In The Middle - Valerio Montesinos x Muñoz!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Elite

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Valerio Montesinos x Reader, Ander Munoz x Reader, Guzman Nunier, Lu Montesinos, Samuel Garcia, Carla Roson, Cayetana Grajera, Omar Shanaa

Summary: You are Ander's twin sister and have recently started dating Valerio. However, Ander doesn't approve of your relationship, and when an incident takes place during a party, he warns Valerio to stay away from you. {Requested}

Word count: 1781

Trigger warning: alcohol and substance abuse, attempted sa, violence, cursing

A/N: I'm noticing a lack of Elite fanfiction here on Tumblr, which I'm not very happy about. Please, feel free to send in requests, my loves.

“Out of all the boys in Las Encinas, you really had to sleep with this degenerate,” your brother’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Excuse me?” you questioned in disbelief. Normally, Ander would keep his opinions to himself- it wasn’t like him to intervene with your personal life- but it wasn’t like you to keep things from him either.

Ander took a deep breath. “When were you going to tell me?” he asked. You frowned, unsure of how you should respond. “Tell you what?” you replied, trying to buy yourself more time to think of an excuse.

Your twin rolled his eyes. “About you and Valerio. I had to find out from Omar, for God’s sake!”

You felt the blood on your face painting your cheeks red. It was obvious you couldn’t hide the truth from your brother any longer. “Look, cariño, I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Ander’s expression softened. “Y/N, you’re my twin sister. You know you can always confide in me, right?”

“I know how much you dislike him,” you murmured. Ander picked up on the fact you avoided eye contact, and took a seat next to you on your bed. His wrapped his arm around your shoulder carefully, and pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t dislike Valerio,” he sighed, “I just don’t think he’s good for you.”

Ander had a valid point. Valerio had a reputation for being a troublemaker, and his involvement with drugs and partying was well-known around the school. Despite all that, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him.

“I understand what you’re saying, cariño,” you said, “but I just hope you can accept my choise.”

Ander took a deep breath before responding. “I will always support you, Y/N, no matter what. Just, promise me one thing.”

There was a moment of silence before he continued, during which you felt your heart pounding on your chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful, and that you’ll come to me if you ever need anything.”

You felt a wave of graditute wash over you as you hugged your brother tightly. “Thank you, Ander,” you breathed. “I promise.”

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As you swallowed the sixth vodka shot, you felt like your soul was elevating heavenwards. The sweet taste of gummy bears mixed with alcohol burned your throat and made you feel euphoric- like the world was still there, but for the moment, it didn't have you by the throat.

“You’re breathtaking tonight, Y/N,” Valerio whispered, his lips brushing over your exposed collarbone. You giggled and tittled your head slightly to the side, placing a soft kiss on his neck. “I could say the same thing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the alcohol continued to flow through your veins, you started to feel lightheaded. The room around you spun in dizzying circles, and you struggled to keep your balance. Valerio noticed your unsteady movements and reached out to steady you, his hand gripping your arm tightly.

“Y/N, you okay?” he questioned. Even though you couldn’t hear his voice clearly enough, you could see the concern etching on his face. You tried to nod, but the room spun even faster, and you felt like you might be sick.

“I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, your words slurring together. Valerio’s grip on your arm tightened, and he led you to a nearby couch, sitting you down carefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured you, kissing you softly on the forehead. “I’ll go get you some water.” And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.

A few moments went by, and your dizziness only got worse.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh, and you looked up to see a stranger leering at you. You tried to push him away, but your limbs felt heavy and uncooperative.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he slurred, his breath hot and stale against your face. You tried to scream, but no sound came out, and the darkness swallowed you whole.

It didn’t take long for Valerio to return to the crowded living room, clutching a bottle of water in his hand. He searched for you in the sea of faces, and when he realized you were nowhere to be seen, he felt his heart skip a beat. As panic set in, he scanned the room once again. He spotted Samuel and Guzman chatting in a corner, and quickly approached them.

“Guys, have you seen Y/N?” he asked with a slightly shaken voice.

Guzman and Samuel exhanged a puzzled glance. “No, we haven’t seen her. Why?” Samuel replied. Valerio felt his heart sinking to his stomach, and his eyes darted the room for familiar faces one more time. He didn’t bother replying to Samuel before rushing to Lu and Carla.

“Lu, have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere.”

Lu shook her head. “No, sorry. We've been dancing together for the past hour.”

Valerio’s concern slowly evolved into fear. His mind conjured up horrifying scenarios, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed to protect you.

“Val, what’s going on?” Lu questioned, visibly concerned.

Valerio took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before explaining the situation. “It’s all my fault,” he murmured, the words weighing heavy on his chest.

“What’s going on?” asked Guzman, arriving at the scene along with Samuel, drawn in by the commotion.

“We can’t find Y/N,” Carla spoke up. The sense of urgency in her voice was palpable.

Guzman’s expression remained stoic as he tried to assess the situation. “Have you tried calling her?” he asked Valerio.

“I did just now. It’s going straight to voicemail,” Lu interjected.

Guzman's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. "Vale. Where's Ander and Omar?" he questioned, his tone serious and firm. “They went to get some drinks, they should be back any minute now.”

“We have to split up and search for her. She must be somewhere in the house,” Carla said, taking charge of the situation. “I’m texting Ander to check the pool and the back yard. Me and Lu will go see if her car is still in the driveway, and you guys head upstairs.”

The group nodded in agreement, and quickly dispersed to search for any signs of you.

Guilt washed over Valerio in waves, threatening to drown him as he imagined the worst. He mentally cursed himself for ever letting you out of his sight, for not being more careful, for not protecting you like he should have.

“Cayetana, have you seen Y/N?” Samuel asked, desperation creeping into his voice. “Si, I saw her and Gabriel going to the attic. She seemed a bit disoriented,” the blonde replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“What? Why didn't you say something earlier?" Guzman snapped, his anger rising at the thought of you being in danger.

"I didn't think anything of it," Cayetana replied defensively, sensing the tension in the air.

“Puta madre!”

Without another word, the three of them raced up to the attic, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they opened the door, they saw you huddled in the corner, shaking with fear. And there, hovering above you, was Gabriel, a sinister smile on his face.

"Ugh, merda. I was just starting to have some fun with your girlfriend."

Guzman and Samuel stepped forward, flanking Valerio on either side as they faced off against Gabriel. Valerio's eyes flashed with anger as he noticed your bruised arms and bloodied shirt. "What the fuck did you do to her, cabron?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

“I didn’t-” Gabriel didn’t get a chance to reply, as Guzman’s chuckles met with his mouth. “You are gonna pay for this, joder!” he screamed. Gabriel’s feet stumbled, as he held his arms up in defense. “I swear, I didn’t do anything. I was just messing around.”

“Just messing around?” Valerio growled, feeling his blood boiling. “Valerio, por favor,” Samuel whispered, grabbing him before he had the chance to hit him as well. “She needs you.”

Meanwhile, you were still curled up in the corner, shaking violently. You tried resisting the urge to throw up, but the mix of alcohol and the metal taste of blood in your mouth weren’t much help. You cried out, in a desperate attemp to capture someone’s attention, but nobody seemed to had heard you.

You were well aware that Valerio and Guzman would never let Gabriel get away with this. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, the screams of your friends, and the shattering of glass all seemed to blend together into one sickening cacophony. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

“Guzman, Valerio, eso es suficiente!” Lu screamed, hurriedly entering the attic. Carla, Ander, Omar and Cayetana followed close behind.

Ander and Carla wasted no time rushing next to you. “Y/N, what happened?” Carla asked. Her voice was slow and steady, but you could tell she was struggling to keep her composure.

You took a deep breath. The air, however, didn’t reach the bottom of your lungs. You felt like you were suffocating.

“Call an ambulance, now!” Ander demanded. And, for the second time tonight, darkness swallowed you.

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“I don’t want you near my sister ever again. You've been nothing but trouble lately, and I don't want her getting caught in the middle of it."

Valerio took a final drag out of his cigarette. "What are you talking about? Tonight wasn’t my fault- I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Maybe not intentionally," Ander replied firmly, "but you've been a bad influence on her."

Valerio sighed. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I? At the end of the day, you never liked me.”

Ander watched as Valerio walked down the hospital corridor, feeling hurt and confused. He had never meant to cause any harm to you, and he couldn’t deny that he felt a deep sense of loss now that he couldn't be near you anymore. He knew that Ander was only looking out for his sister, and he respected that. Maybe someday, you could all be friends again, but for now, he would have to stay away.

[billy-hargrooves]

Elite writers don't believe in endgame for teenagers and I think thats great lol! Now all that's left is for Omar to join his sister in NY and leave Ander and Guzman's pathetic asses in Spain. Especially Ander...he deserves to be alone.

Ps:

It's not great. It's bad writing!

[archierenauxe]

the shit that people are saying about elite season four…..like goddamn it really was a total train-wreck huh? i will not be watching that thank you

[mindlikethetide]

The one downstairs in the kitchen. The last one. He’s waiting for you. // He’s downstairs. With the crowd. On the dance floor.

[melancholietome]

in loop

[animationbootylover]

Unpopular opinion: Omar should have dumped Ander and moved to New York with Malick😤

If a suggestion leaves you speechless then you have to do it. Hm?

[piecedbytheear]

Unpopular opinions

A lot of the people (mostly girls 🙄) that criticise Carla for breaking up with Polo because she’s “biphobic” are male identified and need to get over the fact that Carla has the self esteem to end a relationship with someone who betrayed her trust over some dick! (Idc if he was exploring 🤷‍♀️) and it was obvious from the start that miss Carla always called the shots and doesn’t play about cheating and betrayal. Carla tried to save their relationship with Christian and Polo ended that relationship with his betrayal with Christian. 🤷‍♀️

Lu and Guzman, had the potential to represent the social dynamics of the “ELITE” 🤷‍♀️ Lu had more legitimacy than Guzman in terms of status and birth. Although foreign, she is a diplomat’s daughter, upper class white Latina who probably comes from a descendant of Hispanic conquistadors in her family tree, hence her status and wealth. Guzman’s family was rich, now corrupt and he’s only claim to his status was by his adoptive family. The show did a disservice to Lu and what she meant to Guzman. It made sense as to why they were together, he needed her on his arm to be fully accepted into “their” world. That’s why Guzman was so insecure and made those unnecessary xenophobic, classist remarks because he knew he was not “equal” to Carla, Polo and even the foreign Lu. If his birth parents didn’t overdose, he would’ve never been apart of that world. Albeit toxic there should’ve emphasized on why Lu believed her and Guzman were the power couple she always thought they were.

Guzman and Nadia is not the pure 🥺🥺🥺 they keep pushing around. Guzman “changed” for his love for Nadia but can’t even defend her when Lu says something racist and islamophobic around her 🤔 💀 it’s built on chliches so your expected to like it but it’s ultimately Guzman has a soft spot for the poor Nadia, after trying to set her up to get raped and humbled for Lu and only stopping coz she’s drugged 🙄 and he falls for her so yayyyyyyy Nadia is the therapist that helps the deranged white boy 👏👏👏 bad boy x good girl is so cringe and disgusting when the “bad boy” is only soft for ONE person 🤮 “he’s toxic but his love for y/z tho 😍😍” Nadia’s character had a lot of potential if they used this romance to highlight problematic social issues and ideas but yeh it kinda peaked s1. I felt like Nadia could’ve been a better change in Guzman if she pushed him to unlearn his toxic masculinity and beliefs but I also don’t want her story to be revolved around a relationship.

Polo x Ander would be too self destructive to work 🤷‍♀️ And they prefer their friendship

Polo x Ander x Guzman - This friendship was sooooo forced pls 😭 they grew out of eachother and Guzman just wanted to control them 💀 Ander checked out a long time ago and Polo stayed because he’s a coward. It should’ve stayed in primary school and just brought up for nostalgia 🤷‍♀️ Polo x Ander were obviously closer because they wanted Guzman to back off them so yeh

Christian x Ander, Samuel x Omar >>>>> GuzmanxPoloxAnder

We didn’t need to see Samuel simping for Carla after he used her to find the truth 🤷‍♀️ these rich toxic girls are no good, especially with their corrupt fathers, you learnt that with Marina, Samuel 🤦🏾 this bitch had Nano incarcerated and snitched on Christian, nearly killing him💀 Samuel falling for Carla’s damsel in distress victims card made him very nieve again 🙄 Samuel’s and Carla’s arch in s3 would’ve been better off exposing Theodore, Carla’s dad. Their dynamic would work since Carla wants her freedom from her father and Samuel would get justice for his old school and somewhat satisfaction for the pain that Carla’s dad caused which lead him to the hell that is Las Encina’s. Side note- Samuel’s character would’ve been better following his s1,ep1 arch, when he was outraged at Marina’s father for covering up and causing his old school’s collapse, but instead they made him fall for the rich, white damsel in distress girls like Marina and Carla, evading them of their actions and consequences 😐

Lu x Nadia was bad writing 🤷‍♀️ if you thought Nadia couldn’t get any dumber, she befriends and gives half her scholarship to Lu... the same girl who gave her a reason to even apply for her scholarship 😭 pls Elite, Lu never even apologised to Nadia and will likely ditch her when she encounters a group of “Latinos por Trump” in New York 😍

Valerio and Nadia had potential with the chemistry they had and I bet those too can actually kiss better than Guzman and Nadia mess...

Omar needed to leave Ander for his own mental health and independent storyline but the writers prefered Omar as Ander’s punching bag 🤷‍♀️ Omar getting accepted by his parents in s3 is a better storyline that should’ve been used than his struggles with Ander and Malick 👏

Cayetana and Polo should’ve been had the Bonnie and Clyde arch to thow everyone under the bus and get away with some short of bit of a happy ending 🤷‍♀️ Valerio was only included into their relationship because him and Lu were done and his Christian 2.0 story was done 😘 It would’ve been interesting and fun to watch Valerio using and betraying Polo and Cayetana, as Valerio’s s3 arch instead of the reused throuple relationship. I barely believed the throuple because Caye seems possessive over Polo and would do anything for him...even having threesomes 😐 yunno she kinda parallel Christian with the whole joining a throuple for one person 🤔

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[christineeej94]

One look❤

a/n:guys, I’m baaack. Finally. I have some amazing requests and I can’t wait to dig in. This one is so cute, I can cry. I hope i done it well. Okay, now I’m being weird. Bye. Stay safe and great. Kisses 🌻

the request:

Anonymous said:

can I request an Aron Piper imagine where the reader attends the red carpet even for Elite & both of them just so happen to be each other’s celebrity crush so when they bump into each other they instantly click & if you include them going on their first date too that would be great!

warnings: maybe bad language, some fluff and bad writing.

word count:2.016

Arón Piper x Reader

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“(Y/N) get your ass here.” My friend yelled from the kitchen and I rolled my eyes. “What?” she pulls her hair on the said and start dancing. I try not to laugh but she is so funny. “What’s happening chica?” I asked again and she start dancing again. “You receive an invitation to ÉLITE season 3 premiere. You are going to see ARÓN FUCKING PIPER on the red carpet.” She screamed so loud that I think the neighbors heard everything she said. I blocked and I look at the open envelop. “You are kidding me?” I yelled and I start dancing too.

I’m new in acting and everything, I just got a role in the new series called “Toy Boy” and it’s my first big role. This invitation was a surprise but I think my manager has something do to with this. I was so obsessed with Élite when the first season appeared on Netflix, I love the story line and also, I had a huge crush on Arón Piper, like the other thousands of girls. “We need to find you a fit for the event.” My friend said serious and I rolled my eyes. The rest of the day I spend it searching for some interesting outfits.  

A while ago when I started to shoot for Toy Boy, I went to a private Netflix event and I was so close to meet him. But he left with a problem and I could meet the rest of the cast. I’m a good friend with Ester, Mina and Danna, we are meeting every weekend and we are having brunch at a small and chic restaurant.  “The dreams are over, puta, cause you my friend are going to finally meet him.” My friend talk with her mouth filled of noodles and I laugh, taking a sip from my wine. “Yeah, I’m kinda afraid of this. Just imagine, what if I’m going to step on something and I will fall or something and he will see that and OMG.” I put my hands on my face terrified and it’s my friend turn to laugh. “Look, amor, you are funny, gorgeous and very smart. Don’t let emotions destroy your chance with him.” She said serious and I nodded. “But if he doesn’t like me at all? I’m not thinking at a relationship because I’m not that childish but if he doesn’t like me?” “Then is a very stupid man.” She said and take another huge bite.

The day of event came and now I’m struggling with my anxiety and, also, my hair. I’m on my hotel room waiting for my hair and makeup stylists to do their job, I’m so nervous and so excited in the same time. And I’ve the weird feeling right now. I heard a knock and I hurry to the door. “Ester?” the blonde girl jumps on me and we hugged tight. “Why don’t you tell us that you are coming to the premiere?” she asked and take a sit on my bed. “I wanted to be a surprise.” I smiled and she smirks. “You know that in this hotel are almost the entire cast of Élite, including Mr. Piper.” Ester winked and I blushed. She figured out a long time ago that I like Arón and she advised me to let everything chill for the moment because he is complicated. “I know now.” I look in other direction and I heard a knock again. My stylists come in and Ester went, but first she told me that I should come with their limo. “I already talk with Carlo and I’m coming with him and his girlfriend. Thank you, hermosa.” I kiss her cheeks and we promise to see each other at the premiere.

 After 4 hours, I was ready to go in a small pink and shiny dress, having a pair of white sandals and some tight wave. I look at my sparkly makeup and my manager made some photos for her Instagram. “Carlo is here.” She informed me and I look again in the mirror. “You look amazing. Now, go or they will leave without you.” She pushed me from behind and I took my clutch in a hurry. Carlo and his girlfriend wait for me in the lobby, at the entry I saw Mina, Omar and Arón waiting for their limo. When my group passed them, I stopped to give them my congratulations. “You look absolutely stunning. Congrats for the season 3.” I said and my gaze went to everyone and stopped on the breath-taking guy which is analyzing me. My cheeks got red and after a small chit-chat with Mina, I got in my car.

“You are so in love” Carlo comments and I pinch his arm over the suit. “And he seems like he his liking you too.” I rolled my eyes and he pinch my arm. “Be careful amigo, you can start a war that it’s already over for you.” I joked and he laughs. “Of course.” He smirks and takes his girlfriend in a hug. I want what they have.

At the event we need to take some photos on the red carpet and we arrived too soon so we need to wait for the Élite cast. We wait on the said and I drink without stopping, like 2 or 3 glasses of champagne. “Look who is here.”  Carlo’s girlfriend pointed me the spot when the limos are stopping and I saw him getting out of the car, followed by Mina, Omar, Ester, Miguel and Alvaro. My legs are shaking right now. We let them to do interviews and photos, after them Carlo drag me in front of the blinding lights and a lot of cameras and microphones are around me. “(Y/N), look here. Give us a smile.” The photographers yelled at me and I try to keep up. After the photo session, a guy stopped me for an interview. “How do you think the new season would be?” he asked and I smiled. “Explosive. That’s the word that defines the new season.” “What’s your favorite character?” “I love them all, but more specific, I adore Nadia, Ander and Lu. For me they are the most powerful characters in Élite.” I respond and he asks me other questions about my career and my new role.

At a moment, when I thought that everything is done on the red carpet, Arón passed me and some photographer yelled at us for a photo together. We gazed each other and Arón smiles. “Come here.” He comes closer and puts his hand around my waist. “You look incredible tonight.” He bends and whispers, while the photographers catch the moment. “I don’t outdo you.” I replied blushing and a cute smile rose on his beautiful face. After the photos, we went in opposite directions.

“Finally, you are done. Come, let me introduce you to Arón.” Ester grabbed my arm and she dragged me on the ball room. “Arón, bom-bom, she is one of my besties, (Y/N), she is playing in Toy Boy.” She pushed me from behind and I almost fall in his arms. “Hi.” He said simple and I blushed like a little girl. “Hola.” I respond and I didn’t know what to say so we stayed in silence for a couple of minutes. I just listen to the music on the background and I pay attention to his conversation, and I know it’s inappropriate but I didn’t know what to do next.

I wanted to go away and find someone who I can talk to but he stopped me. “Sorry, I’m such a douche. I’m Arón, nice to meet you. I think I never had the opportunity to meet you in person. I heard some many things about you.” I shake his hand smiling and he smiled too. “I hope are good things.” He laughed at my remark and I blushed. We started to have a normal and relaxing conversation about acting and his next projects. I told him that I’m so excited for him and he is a very funny person. “I wanted to talk more with you, but now my duty calls.” He winked and before go on the stage he placed a small kiss on my cheek. I can tell that place, where he kissed me, burned for a while.

 In the rest of the night we didn’t intersect and I left after an hour because next day I had a fly in the morning. I’m going to visit my family in my hometown.

 After 7 days.

 It’s been a week from the event and me and Arón don’t stop talking from then. I’m starting to catch feelings for him. He is such a nice and talkative person. He asked me on a date a while ago and today is the big day. He didn’t tell me where we are going, but he informed me to dress comfortable. I pinned my hair in a bun, I put on some shorts and a flower print top. I get out of my apartment and his car is parked in front of my block. He leans on her and smiles provocatively and beautiful. “You look amazing.” He comments and I blushed. “Look, you even don’t need blush.” He jokes about my red cheeks. I get in his car after he hugged me tight and he parfum replace my entire air.

He drove to the peripheries of the Madrid and he stopped the car next to a forest. “You are going to kill me now?” I joked and he smirks. “Of course, but first we eat, then I can kill you with the butter knife.” He continues the joke and he get out. Arón took a basket and a blanket from the backseat and in the other hand he takes my hand. We walk on a small path to nowhere, but I see that he knows the way. We finally stopped and I looked over his shoulder and I could see a glade shaded by tall trees. Small rays of light illuminate the place and I’m able to heard the birds' chirp. I’ve never seen a place like this. Is beyond beautiful and because he brings me here, makes my heart melting.

“It’s amazing.” I said and he smiled nervously. “I thought you wouldn’t like it.” “I love it. How you find it?” “Let’s set up everything and I will tell you.” We put together the blanket and while I’m putting the food on the said, he went back to the car to get drinks and napkins.

“So, tell me.” I said curiously and he nodded. Arón have his head in my lap and my fingers are playing with his short hair. He is finishing chowing a grape and when my hand went down on his face, he kissed my back of the hand. “So, I loved a girl so much a while ago, before playing in Élite, and she broke my heart. I found this place after the breakup. I decided to bring here the girl I like the most.” His words filled my mind with a lot of thoughts. “You like me?” I mumbled smiling and he nodded. “I’ve had a crush on you and when I saw you at our premiere, I thought it’s a sign. I know you had a crush on me too, Ester told me after the premiere. (Y/N), babygirl, you are lighting my life right now.” He raised his head and I prone mine, our lips meet each other in a small and cute kiss. His lips taste like cigarettes and fruits. “You taste like a candy.” He smirks and I giggle. “I can’t believe this is real. Weeks ago I didn’t know how to talk to you and look at us now.” We kissed again, this time more passional and after we confess our feelings for each other, we enjoy the food and we took a lot of photos.

I feel inside me my love growing and I know, actually, I’m sure that our life together will be the most amazing and exciting thing ever.

[forgedwinter-blog]

hi! i’m kio, 18, they/them, and i’m lookin’ for some long term roleplay partners on discord who are also 18+! i’m more so into darker/angstier plots that deal with things like t*xic relationships, struggles through self identity and m*ntal illn*ss, etc, so if you’re into that, too, then we’re gonna get along just fine! i’m also completely open to writing sm*t and kinda prefer to for two reasons: one, i need the practice lmao, and two, because i think if you’re into s*x, then it’s a pretty great thing to use to further relationships and build on trust within a dynamic. i’d prefer to have partners that won’t just ghost outta nowhere and who genuinely enjoy stirring up trouble and drama with our characters while also givin’ them some good in-between.

basically, i like exploring flawed individuals who make mistakes? lol

i write mxm, so i’m specifically looking for that dynamic, but i’m also the type who roleplays with two people as, like, our main pairing, but we can also take up little side characters to develop those mains further. for example, if your character has a best friend, then i would absolutely be willing to take up that role so that you can develop your character in a different way outside of just a romantic plotline, if that makes sense? i really just wanna explore every facet of our character’s lives and how they deal with things. i’m also pretty open to faceclaims, so we can discuss that as well if you’ve been really dying to rp against a specific one! i know you wouldn’t really get to see them much on discord, but it’s still important to put a face to a character imo!

i’m open to ocxoc pairings, but some other canon pairings i’ve been really dying to play out are:

ander x omar x patrick (elite) ander x omar ander x patrick ander x oc

eliott x lucas (skam france) eliott x oc

in the case of those above, i’m looking to play ander and eliott respectively, but that’s also something we can talk about if you’re interested! speaking of interest, if any of this at all sounds like something you’d be into, then feel free to add me on discord at thrill ride#7218 and just send me a message! it’s open to anyone who’s 18+, so please don’t be afraid to hmu!

[smuganya]

ÉLITE Ander & Omar - 4.07 | Patrick & Iván - 6.08

[newobsessionweekly]

Save me 🌿

@christineeej94 said: Hi, i want to request an image with Aron when he is at a party and he meets a girl who has a abusive boyfriend. Aron will fall in love with that girl, but he can do anything because of her boyfriend. After a few weeks Aron and the girl meet again and start a relationship. I love everything you do so i hope you can like to write about this. I hope you stay safe and i wish you all the best. Kisses

a/n: I’m back in business guys and ready to write all the requests I’ve been receiving! Sorry for talking me so long. I hope I didn’t disappoint you. Stay safe and enjoy! 🌿❤️

Sorry for the eventual grammar errors, I'll edit it in the morning! word count: 2.607

warning: abuse maybe, idk i’m not good at this.

Arón Piper x reader 🌿

He’s neither the sweetest nor the most careful boyfriend, but he was enough for you. He was there for you when no one else was and he is the only one that cares about you and loves you. But sometimes when he’s drunk or angry, when he sees black in front of his eyes, it seems that his love for you dissapeares. It seems that the boy you had fallen in love with was replaced by this heartless person. This time he got angry when he saw your photoshoot for the new Tommy Hilfinger women swimwear. He didn’t like the idea that other males looking at your naked body and you understood. But that was your job, you tried to convince him, nothing seemed to relent him.

Make up and a pair of jeans covered everything from the night before, everything but the thoughts, the memories and his screams. Since you were little, you were used to avoid your parents screaming, putting on your headphones with maximum volume. But screaming and punches coming right to you, you weren’t really used to that, you didn’t knew how to respond to that.

Your head hurts so much and your stomach seemed like it wants to get out of your body. As you staid there, on the bathroom floor with your head on top of the toilet, you wished for a moment that things were different. You wished for him showing you in a different way his emotions. 

You get your shit together and after you refreshed your makeup, you walked down towards your table. But you’ve been stopped as a boy accidentally bumped into you. The first things you remarked at him were those beautiful brown curls and a pair of the most beautiful and sweet eyes you’ve ever seen. He is tall, with large shoulders, but not that impressive posture. He was wearing black and you couldn’t hide the fact that you are staring at him. You are doing so wrong.

His hands were still protectively around you, “Are you alright?”

You shake your head, “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you sick or something? You look so pale.” his eyebrows approached as he frowned. 

“No, no. The alcohol is just not my best friend.” you forced a smile. Who is this boy and why is he asking so many questions? He is somehow familiar.

“So, tell me. You are not a alcohol consumer, I bet you are not a smoker as well.” he began and made sure you were alright before you two started walking away from the toilet area. “Tell me someting about this girl.”

“Well, this girls is named (y/n) and she is not doing much, but she wouldn’t mind if you would want to share at least your name.” you laughed

“I’m Arón. Arón Piper.” he smiled and damn, that was the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. He easily lighted up the whole club.

“Oh, you are the Lacoste boy.” you realised and maybe it wasn’t a good idea to spoke that out loud.

“I’m what?” he was confused, looking at you as you stopped next to a pole so you could look at him.

“The Lacoste boy.” you repeated. “Your best friend described you this way so don’t blame me.” you let a giggle out.

“Oh, that son of a bitch. I hope he made a good description of me.” he is a very plesant guy, with soft features and very sweet voice.

“Pretty much, yeah. He also said you are very good at flirting and all the eyes are on you.” 

“I like that, I might add it on my business card. So how do you know my best friend?”

“Oh, Omar is a friend of my boyfriend’s.”

“Ah, then you are the Hilfiger girl. He mentioned you. So I guess we have something in common.” 

Your belly hurts so much, but you somehow managed to show otherwise. “Your friend is at our table, come on!”

As you approached the table with Arón’s hand resting on your back, your boyfriend’s sight was never leaving you. His eyes were red and you could tell he had been drinking maybe too much. His sight emanates so much anger, you were scared. You distanced yourself from Arón and sat down next to boyfriend as he put his hand over your shoulders and keep you as close as possible. Arón followed you closely and after he greeted everyone from that table, he sat between you and Omar, his colleague and your boyfriend’s friend.

You ordered some coke and scrolled through your phone as the boys were talking about sports or whatever. When he said to you he has a surpirse, you imagined maybe a dinner with him, telling how sorry he was for hurting you and enjoying yourselves with some wine or maybe some KFC on the cough. But the surprise for your two years anniversary was actually allowing you to accompanied him at some party.

“Aye, chica, I’ve missed you so much. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in months!” Danna screamed as soon as she arrived, before greeting the others. 

Where have you been? That’s a really good question. You haven’t done anything in months and left the house just for your job. No party since your birthday and you didn’t saw your friends since the Elite premiere. But that’s fine, you didn’t mind spending time with your boyfriend. 

 “I’ve been busy with my job, shooting after shooting, it was kinda tiring!” you embraced Danna and Omar agreed with you.

“Sí, sí, you should see some photos. She’s amazing!” your boyfriend’s fists clenched on your arm as Omar let those words slip out of his mouth.

You find yourself watching Arón as he lights up a cigarette, as he dances on the dancefloor with a drink in his hand or when he simply talks with his mates. You stood at the table, beside your boyfriend, all night and watched everyone having so much fun. When the depression started to fill your body, you excused yourself and hurried towards the toilets.

You just stood there, gazing at the wall, watching all the people passing you. You are not a drinker, but being the only one at the table drinking soda, smelling the alcohol coming from everywhere, is hard. Maybe some cider would made everything a little better, but you know he would get mad. You started regreting coming, you thought you should stay at home, binging your favourite tv show.

“I´m starting to think that you enjoy more staying in the toilet than at the table with us.” Arón half-laughed and proped his shoulder on the wall beside you.

“I could tell the exact same thing about you.” you smiled at him. “I didn´t know you are so close to Danna and Ester.”

“Well, I played beside them for three years so they are like a family to me.” he took a sip from his beer.

“You played in Élite?” you were shocked, but it makes sense now. That’s why he looked so familiar.   

“Sí. Ander Muñoz. One of the gays, you know.” he scratched his back of the head.

“I guess we don’t know much about each other, huh?”

“Then let’s change that. Give me your Instagram.” you look suspiciously at him. “You know, from a social media profile you could learn a bunch of things about a person.” 

You laughed and give him your username, “And you learned that from season one of Élite?”

“Maybe.”

”You know, maybe we shouldn´t hang out that much near the toilets.” he laughed and that sound made you smile.

You were talking only for a few minutes and he already managed to put a big smile on your face. He’s a sweet person and has a colorful soul, filled with so much happiness and love. He is surrounded with a warm brightness even when he has on that “bad ass” face. Your laughter made a lot of people turn and look strangely at you, but that laugh ended as soos as your boyfriend approached.

“Am i interrupting something?” his eyes are so red, you don’t know how he still manages to walk properly. Your blood freezed in your veins and stealthily looked at Arón.

“No, amor. We were talking about that TV show, Élite. You know, Omar is one of the main characters.” you smiled softely at him, trying to calm the storm in his eyes.

“Do you mind?” he adressed to Arón and you prayed that Arón would understand that he needs to leave know. He lifted the beer bottle at you as in a unspoken “I understand”. He waited for everyone to mind his own business before he turned to you.

“I don’t want to make a scene out here.” he started, surprisingly his voice was low, indicating he was trying to mentaing his anger at a reduced level. “But you provoke me so much, bitch! Were you flirting with him?” he grabbed your arm and hold you still.

“I wasn’t flirting with him.” your trembling voice barely heard.

“Bravo, bitch, now your lying!” his voice almost heard over the music and turned some heads towards you. Arón was watching you and Omar is holding him back, not to intervene. Omar knows about his angry outings, about the screams, but he didn’t know about the punches you received. “That’s why you are not allowed to hang out with them. Because you are a slut. But I forgive you, because I love you.” He grabbed your face and forced you to look him in the eyes. “I love you, do you understand?” in his desperate delirium, he smashed your head on the pole behind you. Your painful groan cought the attention over you. Arón was trying to come closer and check if you are alright, but Omar was still beside him.

“Don’t do that here. Let’s go home.” your head hurts so bad and you couldn´t understand how you still manage to stand on your feet. There is no reaction on his face, but he responded to your words and made room for you to move from the cage he built with his body. 

Danna looked concerned at you and tried to come closer, but you smiled at her and assigured her you are alright. And you were alright, you were the only who can calm him down. 

“(y/n)...” Arón tried to grab your arm, but you avoided any contact with him. 

“Don’t!” you collected your things and left the place with your boyfriend.

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Few weeks later, when the things got messier, you finally had the courage and told Omar everything. And since there, you were stayed at his place, helping you get over those years and those bad memories that had been haunting you. You were afraind that he would come to find you, you had nightmares and Omar was there for you every single time.  

Because his birthday just passed, you organised a big party with the purpose of thanking him about everything. Arón helped you and sinced you moved provisionally with Omar you talked more and more, almost becoming inseparable. He’s a great man, with a golden heart and the power of making you smile even in the darkest days. 

In these few weeks you did so many things your boyfriend didn’t allowed you to do in two years. Now, with a cider bottle in your hand, your feet resting on Arón’s lap, you are happier than ever. Laughing and being able to enjoy this group entirely feels like heaven. But that heaven turned immediately into hell and all your fears came to life. 

“Where’s (y/n)?” his voice gave you chills and tried to hide your shaking hands. You didn’t want to show how scared you are of him anymore. 

 “She’s not here and you need to leave!” Omar asserted, but he didn’t care, pusing past Omar and into the house. Your heart is hurting seeing him like this, broken. You almost thought of going there and hug him, telling him that it’s gonna be alright. 

“I have the right to see my girlfriend!” he screamed, searcing the room for you and he approached as he saw you on the couch. 

You stood up and confronted him, “I’m not your girlfriend anymore. Go away!” 

His eyes immediately filled with anger, “What did you just said, bitch?” he raised his hand at you, ready to slam your face, but he was stopped by Arón. 

“You don’t have the right to beat her up! Now, get the fuck out of here!” Arón pushed him, trying to make him move.  

The man threw the first punch, hitting Arón in the nose and Miguel punched the man in return, but he was stronger than MIguel and landed one to his jaw. Omar came between them and tried to separate them, but he got hit in the stomach.

It was your fault, you shouldn’t let that happen, now all your friends are hurting, trying to keep that man away from you. You tried to go closer, to separate them somehow, but Álvaro stopped you and helped them. Four men hardly managed to fight with that anger. The man stopped eventually and looked at all of you.

“I love you so much and I’m sorry, would you please come back home?” he faced you and you saw something in his eyes.

“She’s not going anywhere, but you are. Before I call the police.” Miguel stood up and put his hand on your shoulder.

The man turned his body when Miguel mentioned the police. He doesn’t want to lose his job so he just slammed the door as he left the house as unexpected as he entered. Your tears broke down with fear and anger at the same time.

“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry!” your voice is trembling seeing the red spots on the boys faces.

“We are men, that’s doesn’t even hurt.” Miguel said and everyone laughed a little.

You nodded as you made your way towards the balcony. You stood there, gazing at the stars, with tears running down your cheeks. Arón came closer with a cup of hot chocolate and a little but warm smile on his face.

“Aye, what are does tears for? It’s over, honey. You had four knights in shining armour saving you.” he joked trying to make you forget a little. You smiled as you took the cup from his hands and put it on the table.

“Yeah, but what if you weren’t there? What will happen when he will come back and i’ll be alone?” you looked him in the eyes and put your heart on the plate. He’s the only one you can trust entirely and the one you know he’s not gonna judge you.

“You won’t be alone, amor! You have me and I can be at your door nonstop if you want to.” he put his arms around you and you rested your head on his chest. He’s so tall, you could barely reach the shoulders to hug him.

You shook you head, “Thank you, but you don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to. Because I want you to be safe. I want you to be happy and to feel the love you deserve!” he cupped your cheeks and wiped away the tears. Then, without any warnings, he placed his lips over your and embraced with so much warmth that you could melt. He kissed you so softly that you wanted more and more. And after you pulled away, you had to wait for a moment until you came back on earth.

[probably-writing-x]

If your world ends

(Guzmán x reader)

-Hello! I’ve made a semi-return. I’m not really expecting anyone to read this but I’ve had such an urge to start writing again sooo... here we are! Elite is my absolute favourite so here’s my first writing for that, I hope you enjoy. Criticisms are absolutely welcome if you feel like I could be doing better. But anyway, if anyone wants to be tagged or wants to have a chat - let me know! Have a wonderful day!!

Fun fact of the day - I got a haircut and I’m already regretting it :))))

The traffic today seemed to be relentless today as Guzmán tried to make the drive home. The sun had set almost two hours ago now and Guzmán’s drive to get dinner suddenly felt like the worst idea ever. The takeout food was already long gone. He’d been stationed in the same spot for so long that he’d shut off the engine and was now trying to find any way of distracting himself as to not get excessively bored. He fiddled dismissively with the loose thread around the rip of his jeans and tapped along to the beat of the music on the other leg. It was only then that the sound of his phone ringing offset his distraction and made him jump back to reality.

“Hello?” He begins, setting his phone onto speaker like he still had slight faith that this traffic could start moving at any moment.

“Guzmán?” It’s Ander on the other end, “Thank god I got through to you.”

“Ander!” Guzmán grins, “How are you man? How was your trip?”

Ander and Omar had recently got back from their first holiday together and he’d almost grown bored of hearing how excited Ander was about it.

“Guzmán listen, it’s (Y/n),” Ander begins, “She just got some really bad news and I think it’s best that you know.”

“What? What is it? Is she okay?”

“Her father’s just passed. He was in a car accident, they think it was a drunk driver crashing into him. They pronounced him dead at the scene.”

Instantly, with no warning, his heart sinks so far that it feels as though his stomach is turning in on itself. That couldn’t be it. He must’ve fallen asleep - dreamt it. No. (Y/n)’s father was the only family she had, always. Her Mum had left her when she was young and she’d never had any siblings. So it was just her and her Dad. When Guzman, her, Ander and Polo were young, they’d go round to hers because he’d let them get away with not doing their work, he’d trust them to not mess up the kitchen too much when they decided to bake his birthday cake. He treated them like three sons with his one, wonderful daughter. There was no way that he’d gone. That she’d lost him.

“She’s in a really bad way man, we’re here with her now but I’ve never seen her like this,” Ander explains, “I know you guys don’t talk but you deserve to know, he was part of all of our lives.”

It’s true. Even when she and Guzmán had started dating, he’d been that perfect mix of caring, protective, and everything you’d want in a father in law. He even told him the truth when they split up - that they’d both lost something beyond special. He’d be there for his daughter, Guzmán hurt her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t clasp him on the shoulder and show some sort of sympathy.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m glad you told me - send her my love I guess.”

Guzmán knew he wouldn’t do that. Having not spoken to each other for a year, the first way they communicated would not be through Ander.

He bids farewell and ends the call just as the traffic ahead starts to move slightly. The exit for his house was just past this one. But there was too much of a pull to not turn off at this exit - the one that would take him to hers.

It’s as he’s driving that a thousand thoughts of her cross through his mind. Where was she when she found out? Was she out drinking with her friends, even a boyfriend? Had she winced at the taste of wine and tried to swallow it down without anyone noticing? Maybe she’d been sat alone in the house waiting for him, putting on a show she didn’t care about so that they could watch their favourite as soon as he came through the door. Either way, he’s convincing himself more and more to drive to her without a second thought.

- - - - - -

As he’s nearing the door, it’s like Guzmán can hear the thousand reasons for him to turn back and leave her be - he wouldn’t want to cause any more problems for her on a night like this. But something told that young boy that he couldn’t possibly turn away from her, he’d regret it for the rest of his days.

His knock feels like it’s basically silent but it’s Omar that opens the door.

“Guzmán,” He says it like he’s just as surprised as Guzmán is.

Omar must see the lost hope in his eyes, the drop of his shoulders and the fear behind his quivering lip.

“She’s just through here.”

And there you are. As he walks through the hallway into the grand lounge, it has never looked more empty. All his eyes can focus on is you. Ander’s arm is wrapped around your shoulders but you’ve never looked more emotionless. Your eyes are reddened and swollen and are fixated on no point in particular, your hands clasped around an unused tissue.

When Ander’s gaze glances toward the boys, he instantly loosens his grip on his friend. It’s the only thing that shakes you slightly from your daze. How long had you been like that?

“Guzmán,” She half mumbles, barely audible against the blaring silence of the large house.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?” Ander settles his hand over your knee.

You turn and glance at him quickly, “Yeah, you guys go home honestly. You need to get some rest.”

“No, you can’t be alone,” Omar encourages, stepping forward behind Guzmán.

“I’ll stay,” Guzmán speaks, his eyes never leaving you for a split second.

Ander glances between the two of you like he’s flashing back to a year ago - when you’d been crying over losing Guzmán and him and Omar stayed to comfort you.

Once they’re gone this time, it’s just you and him.

He steps down the few stairs until he joins you and takes a seat on the sofa just a few inches too far away from you.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n),” He croaks out, not expecting to lose his strength so quickly.

You take in a deep, shaky breath and try your best to respond, “I can’t believe he’s gone. He was meant to see me graduate, get my degree, he was meant to see me get past eighteen Guzmán.”

You’re trembling again as another load of tears resurface.

“Hey, hey, hey,” He sighs, shifting closer to you and settling a hand on your thigh.

He doesn’t grip too tight, and doesn’t move his hand too high - he’s too fearful of you pulling away from him.

“He’s gone,” You sob, realising now that it’s too much as you collapse into his side instantly.

His arms wrap around you instinctively and pull you as close as you can possibly be to him. He’s afraid you’ll break if he grips too tight, but even more afraid you’ll slip away if he loosens his hold.

- - - - - -

Time passes quickly with the two of you like that. Guzmán never takes his sight off of you as your son slowly slows and you’re simply holding onto him just as tightly as he is to you.

It had been a year since he’d let you go, since you’d decided to cease all communication and admit that this wasn’t working. The end of your relationship was a twisted story of fear of losing each other, the fear of not being enough, of losing everything you’d had since you were four years old - it caused you to force yourselves into believing that you weren’t meant for each other. That this wasn’t forever.

But now that it felt like your world was coming to it’s premature end, Guzmán wasn’t letting go.

“You should probably go home,” You finally pull away, sniffing and wiping your nose, “I don’t want you driving too late.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

You pause and swallow the lump in your throat.

“I can go if you want me to,” He points out, not wanting to overstep and cause you anything more than you were already going through.

“You can stay, if you want to...”

He feels the lump in his throat build, “No, no, honestly, I don’t have to-“

“No,” You’re quick to interject, “I want you to stay.”

He can’t help himself when he lets a small smile shadow on his lips, “Of course.”

- - - - - -

“I’ll set up on the floor, the blankets are in the cupboard down the hall right?” Guzmán asks as he faces the wall to let you get changed.

You hadn’t asked him to - he’d taken it as a given. Of the two of you were dating, he’d have grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, scattering your skin in kisses until you were giggling.

“Guzmán,” You say before he can leave, “Would you mind sleeping in the bed with me?”

He holds back a smile again. You were stood there, asking him to stay with you, in a jumper that he knew you’d stolen from him when you two were dating. You looked weak and broken and all he wanted to do was wrap you in that jersey and hold you tight all night. And the morning, and for every day to come where you didn’t feel strong enough to face it on your own. In fact, he wanted to be holding you on the days when he felt that way too, only you.

That’s how the two of you stay all night. He climbs into bed beside you, wearing his clothes from the day. He knew he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway. Guzmán stretches out an arm and you tuck yourself in beside him, letting his scent and strength engulf you.

He knows you’re too drained now to talk. He just knows he needs to be with you. To hold you and to tell you that you didn’t need to be alone in this mansion tonight. You wouldn’t be alone when you saw your father’s empty bed, or when you woke up in the morning and he wasn’t making breakfast for the two of you, when his car wasn’t on the drive. Guzmán knew you needed someone. Your world felt like it had stopped when you’d got that news, and he would be there until it started back up again. Every step of the way.

He knows that you don’t fall asleep. You both just lay there in silence - trying your best to digest the ongoings of the evening and make sense of the news you’d been hit with. That’s how you stay. For hours and hours, in pure insomniac silence.

- - - - - -

When Guzmán wakes in the morning, he’s probably only got through a couple of hours sleep, he heard you crying in your sleep and had to fight the urge to wake you up instantly. He dreamt for a split second that you weren’t there and had to jump awake to make sure you still were. You hadn’t let go of him all night - only tightening your grip when your dreams got the worst of you.

He slips away when he knows you’re still sleeping and pads down to the kitchen, trying to avoid making any noise in this eerily quiet house. He should be able to hear your father on an international business call, or be sneaking past his ajar door when you’d convinced him that Guzmán wouldn’t be staying the night, he should be having an early morning conversation with him about his dreams and where he saw his life going. He shouldn’t be questioning how you’d get through the loss of the most important person in your life. The thought made tears pool in his eyes.

One night he remembers vividly trickles into the front of his mind as he stands behind the kitchen counter, brushing a finger over the marble surface. You’d been out at a party hosted by Lu and the two of you had been competing all night in far too many drinking games. Your father had been away on business and the two of you certainly made the most of the idea. You’d stumbled through that door at an ungodly hour and didn’t even make it past the kitchen when he couldn’t get enough of you. In the end, you woke up outside beside the pool and found yourself in hysterics of laughter as you tried to piece together what on Earth had happened the night before!

That’s where he finds himself now, sat on the edge of one of the loungers by the pool. He wanted to take you back to then. When your biggest fear was falling asleep before your Dad’s flight landed. Or when you were forcing your Dad to trust you at parties, when he first started teaching you how to drive. When Guzmán first told him that you weren’t just a friend to him anymore. He wanted to pocket all of those moments and relive them all so you’d have another eighteen years with the man who took on the ‘both parents’ role, practically for you, Guzmán and Ander at times.

The thought made him want to rip his heart out and give it to you until yours found a way to bandage itself up. That’s when he finds himself crying. Because he’d lost a great man too.

He’s oblivious that you’re even there until you’re right beside him, wrapping your small arms around him to try to give as much comfort as you could.

“Shit, sorry,” He grumbles, dragging a hand over his face, “I shouldn’t be the one crying.”

You shake your head, “He loved you too, Gus.”

Guzmán smiles gently at the nickname - it’s one that your Dad gave him when you first became friends and he couldn’t remember his name, all those years ago. It sort of stuck ever since whenever your father tried to wind him up.

“Thank you for staying with me,” You say it quietly because you know your voice is broken down from your many waves of tears yesterday.

He shakes his head and squeezes your thigh lightly, “I’ll stay as long as you need. No reason to say goodbye just yet.”

You take in a deep breath and settle your hand over his on your leg, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. Your bottom lip trembles once again and you draw in a shaky breath as your tears betray you. But he’s there with you, and he hasn’t left your side. And, somehow, that feels like the weight of the world isn’t only on your shoulders.

He sticks to his promise - he’ll be there for as long as you need.

- - - - - -

(I’m sorry if this was hella sad :/ I love you if you got this far! Let me know what you thought!!)

[coolstorymonica]

Las Encinas to Columbia

SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T FINISHED SEASON 3 OF ELITE. 

I really enjoyed the relationship between Guzmán and Nadia and I wanted to continue their relationship more with letters. I know in the show they used a lot of voice messages, but the romance in letters is beautiful. 

These are just my thoughts based on how I saw their relationship and I’m really excited to bring these letters to life. I have never written a fan fic before, but i’m very excited about this. 

--

My dearest Nadia, 

life isn’t the same without you here. to see you in the hallways, passing by, the smell of your perfume, your smile, your sweet kisses that gives me hope for a wonderful future together. those last words you told me, “I promise I’ll come back for you.” I hope new york is treating you well. 

my life here is fine, but it’s not the same without you. it’s not the same without everyone here. it feels like two ghosts walk these halls, and the people that I need the most, aren’t here. it’s a strange feeling, to feel alone but having a support with me is comforting. 

there is a new group here, and I don’t know what to think about them just yet but what I do know is that these people...they aren’t our family. they’ll never understand the bond we have together. what we have endured the past couple of years.

your parents are doing well. whenever I have the time, I stop by the store and help with inventory and working the counter. I’ll never forget the time when I started working there just to be in your presence. 

I am thinking about flying to you for the holidays. it’s something that I have been discussing with ander and omar. they would like to join me too so we can see what new york is like. I hope it’s anything and everything that you’ve described to me. 

with all my love 

x Guzmán

[fcbabyx]

Elite S2 - Worth It

Hola, hola, hola, ¿cómo están? 

Netflix España’s hit teenage drama, Eilte, is back with its second season and surprisingly, is worth it. In only 8 episodes, the writers managed to reveal who Marina’s killer is to the Elite squad while introducing 3 new characters that serve as catalysts for some of the main characters. - spoilers ahead, just a heads up.-

The Good

The writers found a new way to keep Marina’s storyline alive with a different point of view. The communication between the teens and how open they are talking about sex, drugs, problems, etc... is nice to see that. 

The Bad 

The temporary write off of both Nano and Christian was unnecessary. To some point, I understand why Nano would leave, but Christian’s case, that was some real  class bullshit right there. You have the one main character that knows the truth and you decide to get rid of him in the first episode? The fuck? Oh yeah, you know why? Cause, that’s how you set up the whole Samuel x Carla bullshit... 🙄

The show is still 8 episodes long. I personally believe that at this point the show could afford to at least hit the double digits. 

The Ugly 

Cayetana - Talk about a fucking unnecessary character. Her arc is so bland that  the best the writers could do was turn her into a modern age con-artist, cause mind you that’s what she is, until her purpose was finally exposed a.k.a Polo. Also, Cayetana is the one character that is used to give in house bitch, Lucrecia a redemption arc and humanize her again, she is still a bitch tho. 

Breakdown 

Samuel goes missing. Okay. Christian gets run over by Carla’s dad hit squad. Okay. Let’s stop. As mentioned above Christian gets written off by a car “accident” that paralyzes him and hey, the in laws are willing to pay for his recovery in Sweden....so  off to Sweden and just like that the one character that could have ratted out both Carla and Polo is taken care off. The only reason that shit had to happen is cause Carla had to fall for Samuel. I personally think is bullshit, that Christian didn’t asked for a moment by himself and Samuel and just spilled the beans. Por que puñetaaaa, if your bestfriend’s brother who is also your other bestfriend is in jail, you would think some he would try to do something, realistically speaking that’s what teenagers would do. However, that shit doesn’t happen. So Bye bye Christian. 

Samuel and Carla, talk about, de el odio al amor hay solo un paso, bullshit. Fans are going crazy over this ship but is an excellent example of the writers doing a good job at setting this bullshit up and getting away with it. Let me remind you that Carla not once looked at Samuel, like oh yeah I wanna fuck him in season one. She was swayed by Christian and that was the introduction to the Polo x Carla x Christian dynamic. So in season  2, it took Samuel giving her a little attention when her boytoy, Christian is not around, and she just gives in. Literally that’s all it took, like one episode. It took Christian more effort than Samuel, just  throwing that in there. However, this happened because, in order for Samuel to be found, Carla had to “break” and confess and expose Polo. That is the plan that both Samuel and Guzman come up with and it works. She “out of love” breaks and exposes Polo. 🙄To be honest with you, i was waiting for the moment that she would also deal with legal consequences for helping him out but you know, una puta con corazon de oro. Let’s be real Carla’s character has no purpose except for sex appeal and the Polo expose, that’s it, that’s the character. Cool thing that came out of it is Samuel and Guzman’s friendship. 

Nadia and Guzman, let’s be real, their  appeal is the whole Romeo and Juliet trope in a modern society. Guzman goes through a lot of emotions due to Marina, Lu, and Nadia. Eventually he breaks, it was bound to happen but he also finally,  leaves Lucrecia. Now, it is  Nadia that is getting all the backlash from the fans. Nadia in the eyes of many has been reduced from a badass proud Muslim girl to I’ll do anything to get Guzman, which is bullshit. Nadia’s transformation is 2 seasons long. One she finally breaks free on her own accords and 2, she takes control of her own actions without being forced by outside forces. Example, Lucrecia and the hijab bullshit at school. People have to realize that Nadia is the character that will defend her right to do what she wants, when she wants to, not because someone is forcing her to do so. It takes two seasons of context for her character to come alive.

She also gains a new female bestie, Rebeca. Rebeca is one of the catalysts of this season. She is one of Nadia’s biggest cheerleaders and confidants. A teenage girl usually needs a female bestie, and Rebeca is that for Nadia. Rebeca is also kinda used by Samuel, but Samuel is also used by her mom. The point is that Rebeca’s biggest purpose in the show is to be Nadia’s girl. I’m okay with that. 

Lucrecia and Valerio, the Cruel Intentions + Flowers on the Attic dynamic, just doesn’t cut it. So here is my theory and the more I think about it and analyze it, it makes sense. The writers needed someone to beat Lucrecia with her own tactics, and who better than her half brother former lover Valerio? This is the perfect example of taste your own medicine. Nadia went head to head with Lu and won and lost. Guzman, lord knows it took too damn long for him to call it off and be honest about his lack of love for her, so here comes Valerio and does what needed to be done, he breaks her but in the process he breaks himself as well. I am not a fan of the incest, but Valerio is by far the best introduction this season. He, for the wrong seasons, wanted Nadia and Guzman together; however in the process he becomes friends with Nadia, which I personally appreciated. He also, makes the selfish stupid decision in recording her and Guzman having sex and sending the video to Lu, hoping that Lu would wake up from Luland and see that Guzman, just doesn’t love you anymore and it works. The backlash is that she spreads the video, to which he tells Nadia that he is the one who took it, and there goes their friendship. Mind you, all of this is after, he tells Nadia the whole incest thing. Eventually Lucrecia snaps in a fake gala by truly yours, Cayetana, exposes Cayetana, Guzman’s relationship, and has her emotional bullshit breakdown after she fucks her brother, then she fucks him again. So Valerio done with her bullshit, in the family dinner text’s daddy to look underneath the table y puta madre, quedo cabron!!!! Daddy gets to see how close his 2 kids really are. Now my only complaint is that at the end of season 2 Valerio is nowhere to be found while Rebe and Cayetana are still there, which makes sense. I personally would have liked to see the del amor al odio es solo un paso, cause let’s be real, Lucrecia will always be the greedy bitch of my way or my way and the only one that can beat her at it is her own fucking brother. I needed that. I need that. 

Ander and Omar,  the growth, their communication, the trust, the love, the love, fucking amazing. Omar, gets kicked out for finally standing up to his father, so he goes to Ander’s. He gains freedom and a non-toxic home that he, himself, said he is not going back to. He gets a job, he gets to dress up, and just be himself, fucking shit, HE DESERVES IT, PUÑETA! Ander on the other hand, has to deal with the hey my bestfriend killed my other bestfriend’s sister, cause Polo actually tells him. Ander’s emotional and mental state, did get the best of him to some point, his relationship with Omar gets affected, his relationship to Guzman eventually goes to shit, and Polo, well you know. However, Omar and Ander do figure things out, cause somehow, they are a mature couple that do loves each other. 👏👏👏👏👏👏

Cayetana and Polo, let’s be real, I don’t like the bitch. She gets introduced as another high class snob and immediately becomes friends with Lu. In the process she falls for Polo. Cayetana is ashamed of her poor life background and literally lies and fakes her way through life. It gets to the point that to pay off a debt of a dress she stole, she makes up this fundraiser gala that Lu eventually makes it a reality for her, in order for her to get the money to pay off the debt and keep the rest for her school, family, etc... that’s a con-artist, period. This bitch has no purpose except that she becomes Polo’s new partner in crime.  She hides  the trophy, y’all. That’s it, that’s the character.  She’s so bland. She is so useless. In all honesty, she is not needed, Polo could had turned on Carla and bring her down too, but deep down he is still in love with her and  his anxiety gets the best of him, and that I understand. Cayetana is now the worst character in the series. Con artist and partner in crime with a killer. 

Also, Polo is technically a killer but not really. He killed Marina, in what it looks like as a pre-anxiety breakdown and a fit of rage trying to protect Carla. Keep in mind he didn’t wanted to kill her, he actually asked  multiple times for the fucking watch , is not premeditated murder, he was trying to get the watch back and his worry over Carla pushed him to a breaking point. On top of that Marina coming at him made him snap. In season 2 his anxiety is in an all time high, due to the secret. He and Ander do bail out  Nano, but he never confesses. In a way I  do blame the writers in not wanting to bring Carla down, by not having Polo confess and point her as the one to suggest to cover up and shit, cause she was trying to protect daddy, who needs no fucking protection. This would have been completely different season, if Polo and Christian would had teamed up against Carla. That right there would have been fucking fantastic. In reality the culprit and catalyst of this are Marina and the watch, but the main problem is Carla’s dad. If Polo and Christian would had teamed up with Samuel and Guzman, it would have been a total different season, granted that also meant that Polo had to confess his act to Guzman, but it would have been a total different season. In reality Elite needs a villain and right now Polo is the easier choice. Is clear that if season 3 comes through, it will be a them vs  Polo + Cayetana, which is fine I guess, but it steers away from the actual reason it happened, the fucking watch. I’m not saying Carla’s dad is corrupt, but Carla’s dad is corrupt. 

Tl;dr: Season 2, exposes Polo by making Carla fall in love with Samuel. Lucrecia breaks cause she can’t have everything she wants, from Guzman to her brother, so she spreads a video of Nadia and Guzman having sex, real classy. Omander is still alive. Rebeca is a true friend. Guzman and Samuel are a good combo. Cayetana is a con artist that helps Polo to walk free by retrieving the trophy from the lake and hiding it. That’s it that’s the season. 

I do believe that Elite’s downfall is not wanting  to finish the murder storyline. Ideally they would wrap up the Marina murder storyline and shift the focus onto Carla’s dad and the  watch, but that shit  is not  going to  happen let’s be real. 

Overall score : Is a solid 4/5. 

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Ok you see i‘m not just into the Elite for the couples I want to see Nadia and Carla you know like damn but also Polo Guzman Christian Ander Omar I want them all to be happy and get their fair share of character development and attention while not just being reduced to their relationships

But then again I am like

Just give me Omar x Ander and make them happy!

Let Nadia x Guzman get the beautiful love story they deserve

Please have Polo sort his shit with Carla and Christian and give me some bi love

I waNT MY LOVE

also where tf is Christian??! I really need him to be there