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I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

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

Word count: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bumblesimagines]

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

- Patrick Blanco Commerford

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

If Patrick has a million haters I'm one of them. If he has one hater it's me. If he has 0 haters I have died. If the world is against Patrick I am with the world, if the world is for Patrick I am against the world.

"Is it just me or does it feel like Ari thinks she can kill me with her eyes?" (Y/N) quietly asked Ander, his attention focused on the chips bag being slowly pushed out of its line. The vending machine whirred softly and stopped once the chips thumped softly at the bottom. Ander snorted softly, placing his hand on his back and rubbing his palm up and down his spine as (Y/N) leaned down to grab the chips. He took a quick glance in the direction of the short girl and chuckled.

"What'd you do this time?" Ander asked, dropping his head and slipping in front of him to insert a dollar into the machine. (Y/N) scoffed, opening the bag and dipping his hand inside to tug free one of the salty chips. He bit down on one with a loud crunch and spared the brunette a glance, finding her narrowed eyes locked on him. 

"Nothing, I swear. I've been an angel since Carla left. I promised her I'd stay out of trouble."

"I don't believe for a second the (Y/N) Rosón Caleruega has been acting like an 'angel'. A hellspawn, maybe, but an angel? I'll believe it when I see it." Ander snickered softly when (Y/N) lightly punched the back of his shoulder, casting his friend a teasing grin before scooping up the chocolate bar he'd paid for. A chair lightly scraped and pulled their attention back onto the girl, a sharp whistle leaving Ander when she walked toward them. "Good luck with that," Ander whispered, patting his shoulder sympathetically and slipping away to find his boyfriend.

"(Y/N)." Ari greeted through gritted teeth, her arms folding over her stomach and her hip slightly jutting out to the side. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" (Y/N) tilted his head, sticking the bag out in her direction but she crinkled her nose and waved him off. Ari sighed and took a step closer to him, reaching out and fixing his uniform's tie with a sugary sweet smile. What had he done to piss her off? Had he shit-talked her father within earshot again? Ah, shit. He probably had.

"You're lucky I've been in a good mood recently, sweetheart, otherwise I might've told Patrick I saw you cozying up to the janitor the other night. I don't like people hurting my family, (Y/N). I won't stand for it. Get it together or next time I'll go straight to Pat and tell him." Ari adjusted his coat next, smoothing out the wrinkles before dropping her hands to her sides and arching a brow at him. "Got it?"

"What are you talking about, Ari? The janitor? Cayetana? She's my friend, and what I do with my friends is none of your brother's business." 

"None of his business?" She repeated, her brows lifting high. "Of course, it's his business what his boyfriend does! And if I were him, I'd never leave you alone in a room with that girl."

"Boyfr-" (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut, staring at the girl as if she'd grown two more heads. He couldn't help the laugh the bubbled up, partly amused but mostly shocked. Ari scoffed at his laughter and rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and strutting away with quiet muttering. He watched her sit back down in her seat and continue eating her lunch as her words finally settled in. That son of a bitch. His jaw clenched and he found his appetite for a snack gone, irritation rolling over him like a wave. 

Leaving the cafeteria and heading down the hallway, he made eye contact with a puzzle Guzman. The boy opened his mouth to speak but (Y/N) simply pressed the bag against his chest, barely checking to see if he had a hold on them before releasing his grip and turning the corner, heading right for the lockerroom and showers where he knew Patrick would be after gym class. He threw the door open, the sound of it causing many of the guys changing to flinch or curse in surprise. They only took one look at him before scurrying to get the rest of their clothes on, some still dripping with water as they quickly left the locker room. Patrick slowly rubbed a towel into his drenched hair, his eyes flickering between the door and his face. 

"What's wrong?"

"Why is your sister saying I'm your boyfriend?" He almost snapped at him, teeth grinding together when Patrick's eyes widened with realization. He cursed softly under his breath, eyes squeezing shut and a heavy sigh escaping him. "You crossed a line. I told you we were just hooking up, nothing more, nothing less."

"Let me explain, (Y/N). Last Friday, Benjamín saw when I kissed you in the parking lot and he- he asked about it, about us, and Ari overheard so then she started asking and- and I panicked, okay? I lied and told them we were dating." Patrick explained, voice stammering as he crossed the distance. He raised his hands toward (Y/N)'s face but the teen tilted his head away, leaving Patrick to drop his arms in defeat. "It's fine, (Y/N). We're both single, aren't we? What's the harm in a little lie?"

"A little lie would be saying that it was just a dare or a challenge. A little lie would be saying that he must've seen wrong, that he was mistaken." (Y/N) crossed his arms and leaned against the locker behind him, his narrowed eyes digging into Patrick. "You can't lie about being in a relationship with someone, Patrick. People ask questions, they notice shit. Ari thought I was 'cheating' on you or planning to with Cayetana."

"What- What would make her think that?" Patrick's brows furrowed, taking a step back to rummage through his locker and begin getting dressed. 

"It doesn't matter what she thinks she saw, what matters is why she felt like she needed to confront me about it. She's your sister, I get it. Carla would've done the same if she thought I was getting cheated on. Hell, she might've done worse. And that's exactly why I don't need your sisters or your asshole dad getting into my business. We're not together. Tell them or I will." 

Patrick's lips pursed and he inhaled heavily through his nose, tugging up his briefs and slipping on the button-up before he turned to face him. "Why does it bother you so much? We could be together, don't you think? We have the same friends, we go to the same clubs, our parents would get along. We'd be perfect. Besides... no offense but a girl like Cayetana would only hurt your family's reputation, no?" 

The audacity of the Blancos was astonishing, admirable even. (Y/N) snorted, and then laughed, lifting a hand to his face to rub his forehead as more laughter shook his shoulders. "Oh, Patrick.." He sighed and dropped his hand, lips curled upward. "Don't tell me you caught feelings." 

"So what if I did? We don't pick and choose who we fall in love with." 

"Love? You think you're in love with me? Look, I get it. My family comes from money, we own a fancy winery, and everyone likes to call me Marquess. Your daddy probably gave his approval 'cause he thinks he'll be set for life if we're together. Obviously we're compatible when it comes to sex so you think that means we're perfect for each other." (Y/N) dropped his arms and took slow steps forward until he stood in front of Patrick, his hands lifting to grab Patrick's jaw and hold it. "And maybe it would make sense for us to be together. But I'd have to love you for it to work, and I don't even like you. You're whiny, spoiled, demanding and you can't take no for an answer. You're like a damn leech who won't quit. The only reason I even paid attention to you was because you wouldn't leave Ander alone, even after he told you he wanted nothing to do with you." 

Patrick's jaw clenched under his fingertips, his bright blue eyes igniting. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you don't feel anything-"

"You're boring me with this love bullshit, Patrick. I don't like being bored. If you knew anything about me, you'd know you're not the type I go for. Marina, Valerio... they're nothing like you... they're more like your sister, Mencia, actually. If only she weren't so interested in Rebeka... it would've been fun playing with her instead." (Y/N) tightened his grip on his jaw, feeling Patrick tense. A flicker of jealousy appeared in his eyes. "She's persistent but at least she knows when to back off. All you know how to do is throw yourself at people until they're forced to give you what you want. It's pathetic, honestly, but at least it's funny to watch."

"(Y/N)," Guzman's familiar voice echoed through the empty locker room followed by a sharp whistle to fully get his attention. (Y/N) craned his head to look back at him, watching him nod toward the doors. "Come on, leave him. You made your point." 

Releasing Patrick, (Y/N) backed off and headed toward the dirty blonde, slinging one arm around his waist casually. Guzman sent him a disapproving look as he slipped his arm around his shoulder but (Y/N) tilted his head back to look at Patrick with a grin. "See you in class, Pat. Might want to take care of your little friend downstairs first, though." He laughed and let Guzman drag him out of the room.

[namelessgakusei]

Extra EP. 4.3 Rabbiting

Devil May Cry x Reader Insert

Warnings: It's DMC. Based on the New Netflix Series. Spoiler warnings for the actual show. Not proofread.

EP. 4.2 Faith and Inhibition (prev.)

EP. 5.1 Wrong ways to use a sword (cont.)

Synopsis: The amulet's signal led DARKCOM to a run-down apartment building. Mary's values get tested.

A few hours before your plane was destroyed, back at the highway where the White Rabbit's group attacked, DARKCOM members lay dead across the asphalt.

"It's impossible." Sentry's voice trembles as she assesses the damage left from the demons' wake. Rubble filled the road, vehicles were turned over haphazardly, smoke and the stench of metal filled the air, blood splatters from the dead bodies caught in the crossfire. It was a sickening sight in broad daylight.

"We're demon hunters." Patriot grunts as he tightens the bandage around his injured leg. He sighed, wistful, as if it weren't for his lieutenant, he would've died then and there. "Getting killed by the impossible's an everyday hazard."

Sentry seems to take it differently, frustratedly motioning to the chaos. "This time is different!" Her voice faltered for a second due to not being able to stomach the scene around her. "We have no recorded cases of any demon higher than Type 2!" She throws her hands in the air before clutching her hair, pulling at it as she stresses about the possibilities in her mind. Patriot comes over and gently pries it off, shushing her frantic mumblings and smoothing out her hair. "These demons... What they could do..." Her head slowly turned to the hole left by the Rabbit when they fled, large enough to cover the highway and affect the other roads around them.

Sentry collects herself and sighs. "Their power level marks them as Type 4s."

"The real question is," Another person joins in, it's King, as he walks up to them, looking displeased. "Where's this apocalypse at, huh?"

Patriot tilted his head, not following what his comrade had to say. "Whatcha mean?"

"The Rabbit has Sparda's sword and both halves of the amulet." King explains with furrowed brows, mirroring the expression of the man before him. "That's everything it needs to blow our world wide open."

"So what's stopping him from opening the gates?"

"You can ask him yourself." Lieutenant Arkham walks towards her team, with Ninja trailing behind her, holding a tracker that beeps faintly in her hand. "The amulet stopped a few miles north." Besides Dante, Arkham also placed something on his necklace, as another insurance. While she can't track him anymore, at least her team could get back the amulet.

"Grab what you need, we leave in 50." Lieutenant Arkham commands the remaining DARKCOM members as they scurry away to salvage what remains of their equipment. Meanwhile, Anders remains on the side of the road, collapsed on the ground. while clutching his bandaged shoulder. "I admit I had my doubts about you." She cocks a gun, alarming the man before her.

But she only smiled, proud and full of admiration. "But the way you charged in to take the Rabbit on solo..." Lieutenant Arkham offers a hand to help up. "You've got some elite-sized balls. Can you stand?"

Relieved that his cover wasn't blown yet, Anders assures her that he can and will be able to fight, despite the obvious strain on his face. But, even as he took her hand, the body trauma that he experienced rendered him unable to move as much. "Maybe just a little longer."

Seeing that the soldier can't fight, Lieutenant Arkham insists that he stays behind as she calls for evac, and another soldier walks up to them, offering to take Anders' place in hunting the Rabbit. It was one of the lower ranking DARKCOM soldiers, those involved in this mission only to act as decoys, but got dragged into this mess instead. The determination in his eyes is what convinced her to give him a weapon before going over to brief the others about their current objective.

Those same eyes met with Anders' as it morphed into something red.

The signal leads to an unfinished apartment complex, long abandoned with remnants of the construction still lying around. What remains of the DARKCOM soldiers flanked the entrance, led by Lieutenant Arkham, charged inside, finding the first floor empty, devoid of anything living. While her team remains confused about the situation, the Lady procured the tracker and concluded that the amulet must be at the top floor along with the White Rabbit. But with their current numbers, despite their weaponry and experience, is not enough for the uncertainty that lies ahead. Ninja had called for backup at Arkham's request and notified her that they're at least four minutes away, but with the pressure of Earth's fate being at the hands of a demon bunny, time is running out.

"We go in now!" Arkham orders everyone to take the stairs and stay sharp, before going deeper inside the building and leading the charge. "We have to be ready for any kind of fucked up demon bull—"

The sound of a large metal door falling to the ground and shutting everyone in echoed loudly at the first floor, instilling fear to every DARKCOM member as they became shrouded in pure darkness. "—shit." Arkham curses under her breath. It's a trap.

After the initial panic, a few soldiers tried to contact the headquarters for help after donning night vision goggles, but the signal's jammed, effectively leaving them helpless inside. Suddenly, the White Rabbit's voice booms from the darkness, making everyone turn their weapons at the source of the sound. "Attention all residents!"

But the voice is everywhere, confusing the soldiers on where to attack. "A terrorist group known as "DARKCOM" has just entered the building." Arkham swivels to a pillar, seeing nothing, and slowly raises her gun above, where a speaker lies. It's littered all over the walls and pillars, echoing the Rabbit's voice like a mockery to their current predicament.

"Their intentions are extremely hostile."

"I'm not asking you to fight them."

"I'm simply encouraging it." Faint sounds of locks clicking in place are heard coming from the second floor after that sentence. With the confirmation that there are others inside the building, a small number of DARKCOM members started examining the doors to find a means to escape, only for their equipment to be useless against the enforced metal.

"Anyone caught engaging with them in a friendly or neutral manner will be subject to immediate execution." Realization that they're on the Rabbit's mercy dawns to them.

"Have a great day!"

Despite King's worries about the kind of creatures the residents are, Arkham insists that the mission hasn't changed. They all get to the top floor, get the amulet, and get out. However they can. A moment of silence went through before Ninja spoke up. "We're with you. Let's move." She signals for the others who were nearly petrified at their positions. While the special unit of DARKCOM is here, they also have soldiers who weren't that skilled with them, making the masked Ninja worry over their safety.

The group marches forward, each holding their weapons and guarding the others' six as they follow their lieutenant. A faint slither is moving from the vents but no one seems to notice over Sentry's monologue about the technology used to dampen the communication lines. "What kind of demon did this?"

"One slightly worse than your usual landlord." Patriot quips, making her roll her eyes before it widened upon the sudden pain from her stomach. Sentry drops her gun, the sound echoing in the silence, bringing attention to her position.

A knight looking demon impaled her with his sword.

Blood gushed out of Sentry's stomach as she was lifted in the air. "An energy sword..." She croaked before coughing out blood, smiling wryly. "How... fascinating." The demon kicks her body off of his weapon, sending her corpse flying to a wall, leaving a bloody trail as she tumbles to the ground. The shock lasted for a split second before Ninja screams for open fire.

A mix of lead and anti-demon bullets rained on the demon, who used his wings as a makeshift shield before lunging towards the nearby soldiers, cutting their bodies in half. The DARKCOM's forces slowly gets cut down as their comrades get one by one, adding to that, another demon seems to be nearby.

Vines snatched up their weapons, leaving them defenseless in front of the knight demon, as a plant-like serpent bellows from the ceiling. Multiple vines shot from the demon and speared through the unfortunate soldiers who weren't able to dodge in time, further cutting down their numbers. Even as Arkham shoots at it, it only protected itself with its "petals" before shooting at her with more vines. Ninja threw shurikens to cut them down before it could hit her lieutenant, only for her to become its new target, sending huge thorns her way.

Unable to dodge the incoming projectiles, she could only turn around and curl to herself, hoping for some of them to miss. But the pain didn't come. Looking back, her face contorted to horror upon seeing that King shielded her with his body, taking the hit for himself. "I..."

More soldiers die around them as Patriot holds off the demon knight due to the rest of his squad getting stunned from how fast every single one of them gets taken out. Unfortunately, he ran out of bullets midway, making him resort to close combat with a sword. The demon knight didn't gave him any chance to do so, however, and cut off his arm before he could even draw his weapon. Patriot dies after getting kicked to the wall, landing right beside Sentry's corpse.

Meanwhile, King was carefully laid on the floor while Ninja sobs, pleading for him to hold on. "No... Stay with me... Please!" But before he could reply, his body convulsed before bleeding out from his eyes and going still, sending her into a breakdown. The serpent demon finally revealed herself, aiming for an easy kill on Ninja, only to get barraged with bullets from Arkham to protect her only remaining teammate. Dodging every vine, she was about to land a clean shot if not for a sneak attack that sent her flying to a wall, letting go of her weapon as a vine wrapped itself around her neck. Left choking, she couldn't warn Ninja that the knight demon was behind her when her teammate aimed a gun at the demoness to avenge her lover, leading to another death. "Yes, watch them die." The snake demon slithered towards the horrified Arkham, who struggles against the vine around her neck.

"After all, it was you who marched them straight into our warm embrace." A particularly sharp vine caressed her face before retreating to spear at her head, fortunately, Arkham kicked the wall to dodge the plant, extending a hand to signal her gun back to her, shooting at the demoness and freeing herself in the process. Slamming the button of an elevator, she shoots at the knight demon who rushes to her as the elevator closes, leaving a large dent to the door but effectively fleeing from the scene as the only survivor.

Light passes through the gap of the door, indicating that the lift was moving upwards, but the lone passenger couldn't care less. Arkham is slumped to the floor, panting as flashbacks of her team's deaths replays in her mind. Sentry. King. Patriot. Ninja. And the rest of the soldiers that came with them. Arkham groans, sweat building up on her face. Vice President Baines was right. She's too impatient and can't see the whole picture. She led the charge and didn't wait for back-up. She led everyone to their deaths, and now...

Only she remains.

Arkham took one last sigh and composed herself, changing magazines and ensuring she had enough to last until she got to the rooftop. The mission hasn't changed. She needs to get the amulet even if she has to die doing so.

The elevator stops and pings, signaling her stop. There's no one in the hallway, making it easier to navigate the building. What she failed to take into account is that there will be traps laid around in case intruders come to the residential floors. Purple smoke released itself from the ceiling just a bit after she got out of the lift, forcing chemicals in her system. Coughing, the lady hadn't made it to the corner yet and she's already getting sluggish. This was a mistake on her part, now she's even more handicapped. "Shit..."

The lady slammed a door open, one leading to a flight of stairs, but her body is still acting from the earlier trap. Her sight is tinted red, and her head is throbbing like someone hit her with a blunt object, on top of it all, she's having severe hallucinations. Like how she's seeing her father right now, mouth bloody like how he looked like when he ate her mother, making her flee upstairs in fear.

The illusions got worse, as the moment she opened the door to the next floor, the corpses of her team crawled towards her, blaming her for their deaths. "You killed us... just like you killed—"

"No!" Arkham cried as she ran away, hiding in a spare room that was thankfully open. The serpent demon appears behind her, lunging for an attack, making the lady shoot her in both fear and reflex, only to end up as another hallucination. Her bullet tore holes to another door inside the room, revealing light on the other side, and upon opening, it was her father's study.

A man turns around, smiling at her appearance, with a look of love on his face. "Mary."

"Dad?"

"Look at what you've done." The scene changed from a well kept office to being engulfed in fire, as her father's skin slowly melted from his body. Mary screams as she falls from the floor as her father bares his teeth towards her.

Mary curls to herself as the pain from her fall, alongside her headache from the hallucinogen, became too much for her to handle. In her blurry vision, she could see the demon knight sauntering towards her quivering body, looking down at her sorry state. "This isn't real. You're not real..." She insists, groaning as she tries to sit up, glaring at the demon who lifted his sword in the air to strike at her.

It was the glint that convinced her to dodge, jumping out of the way as the sword made contact with the floor, reducing it to dust. "You're real." Mary aims and shoots the demon, fleeing the moment he shielded himself with his wings. Disregarding the hallucinations, she took haphazard turns to every corner, bent on losing him in the maze of corridors. But she soon reaches a dead end, with only one door in front of her and the danger of running into the demon behind, Mary opted to gamble that the room in front of her is open.

It isn't.

Mary bangs at the door and tries the handle again, before resorting to aiming her gun at the lock, praying that the demon knight won't pick up the sound. Thankfully, before she could shoot, the door opened and the resident inside shoos her away, but Arkham insists that there is nowhere to go. "I know the Rabbit threatened you, has everyone here hostage, but there is a demon right behind me."

The hooded man examines her appearance and lands his eyes on the DARKCOM insignia on her chest, averting his eyes and starts to close the door. "You're with those soldiers. We don't want any trouble..."

"There are no more soldiers!" Mary pleads, desperate even. "The demons killed them all. It's just me. Please."

The man relents. "Quickly."

A moment later, the demon knight knocks at their door, commanding them to open it. He interrogates the man in demonic language, but Mary's benefactor shook his head, taking off his hood, revealing his horns and pointed ears. She gasps silently in horror upon realizing who she got herself involved with.

The demon knight inspected the room, destroying areas where he thought Mary could be hiding, skipping the lockers where she's currently at, readying her gun just in case; but she was never found and the demon left. The man who helped her sighed as his family collapsed on the floor from fear, before opening the locker and pleading for her to leave, only to get a gun pointed at his head. "Please, just go and leave us—"

The man backs away, looking betrayed and scared. "We risked everything to protect you! Now you turn your gun on us?!" But Mary isn't listening, closing in on him while keeping her gun steady. "We want nothing from you. Just leave, please!"

"Your friends slaughtered my team!" She retorts, angry and in pain due to the hallucinations acting up, making her see them as monstrous. But they only blinked at her in surprise. "You think we're with... with them?"

"She's a sapien." The man's wife, clutching their children, scowls. "Of course she thinks all demons are the same."

Mary looks unconvinced, but was willing to hear them out at least, asking the family why they are here if they're not with the White Rabbit. They replied that they needed a way out of their world, Makai, or what it's commonly known in Earth, Hell; and the White Rabbit provided it. They claim that it's a desolate place, unsuited for life with its toxic atmosphere, adding to the fact that the strong also preys on the weak. "Only the strongest Makaians can stand to love normally."

The wife looks down and pulls her children closer. "For those like us..."

"The air itself is poison." The man looks away, clutching his fists as he remembers their former lives. "Children barely survive their first year. We couldn't accept that fate."

Mary scoffs. "Weak-ass sob story."

Her statement made the family swivel in her direction, offended on top of being scared, as she demands an explanation on how the White Rabbit got demons into Earth. The husband explains that it was due to a device the latter built, saying that the White Rabbit suddenly appeared with it a year ago, offering passage to Earth for anyone who wanted. Many families like them came, mostly for their children's sake and the promise of better living conditions in another world. "Then we realized, there is no better world for us."

The wife looks up at Mary with defiance, saying that the humans despise and fear their kind, and that they can never mix openly with them due to that. She said that they have no choice but to stay in hiding, doing whatever the Rabbit says for survival, and turning blind eye to his experiments. This falters a bit of Mary's apprehension as she inquires more about the Rabbit's actions, only for it to be revealed that he experiments on orphaned Makaians.

"All we're trying to do is survive. Like you." The man pleads once again, hoping to get through the soldier, and Mary's vision of them turned from monsters to actual people. "I know better than to trust the words of a demon," She grits her teeth, but lowers her weapon.

"But after everything that happened, maybe I don't actually know shit."

Lieutenant Mary Arkham walks towards the door, stopping shortly before she could reach for the handle. "My backup should be outside by now."

"I'll find a way to get them in, and then I'm going Rabbit Hunting." The man's eyes widened in both fear and uncertainty, but Mary turned to him with an expression devoid of discrimination. "I'll make sure you're protected."

She then turns to his wife and children. "You and the other..."

"Families."

Mary nods before pushing the door open and running off.

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[thenerdysimp]

“We have”

Pairing: Leo Tekiel x reader

Words: 2,3K

Summary: Leo got asked to perform a duet with a girl in Idol just the year after he competed himself. The girl just happens to be his girlfriend that no one knew about (except for the other competitors during his year), until now!

Warnings: None, just fluff. Not proofread, so potentially spelling errors and I might have mixed up past and present tense. (It’s complicated okay, my brain can’t comprehend it)

Names featured:

Pär - program host

Katia, Peg, Ash, Anders - jury

A/n: This plays out in Swedish Idol next year (2025). I literally remember exactly when this idea popped into my head, it was in the shower on Sunday the 24th of November at 18:23😅 Also, this is definitely not my best writing ever but I’m still learning so spare me please🙏🏼😅

You’re here, in Idol year 2025, the 21 seasons of the program. You were here last year as well, but that was in the audience to support your boyfriend Leo. This time you’re one of the people on stage.

You and Leo met when you started studying at the same university. You quickly became best friends and after about 6 months he asked you out, and now you're here. You and him both loved singing and had great talent for it so when he applied and got in last year you spent a lot of your time singing together, especially duets.

This week was exactly that, duets, but instead of some of the biggest names within the Swedish artistic elite it’s with people who had competed previous years. You just happened to get your boyfriend, but nobody knows that.

You and the other idols left are sitting on the sofa in the so called green room at the side of the stage as Pär starts the program of. “Hello everyone and welcome back to Idol! This week we have some duets happening! Already last week we announced 3 of them and this is what that looked like!”

Last week

“This was the result of today, but for next week it’s duets! And for those of you that don’t know, when it was duets last year the idols got a well known person within the Swedish artistic elite. But this year it’s going to be previous competitors, so idols from previous years!” Pär said, everyone started applauding excitedly. “And we will name some of them right here, right now.” He added. He named 2 names before he got to you, “And Y/n, your duet partner is actually just from last year! It is…” he trailed off as he turned to the stage screen where a picture of your boyfriend appeared. “Leo Tekiel!” You were completely shocked but very excited, nobody here knew that you and Leo were dating so to them your reaction might as well be just as a fan.

“We have an exciting evening in front of us and I want to hear the jury’s thoughts.” Pär said, turning to them, “Katia, what’s your thoughts?” She shifted in her and spoke, “Yeah I completely agree with you, this is gonna be exciting. We have quite high hopes for this, we are of course only going to judge our idols this year but we are looking at the whole performance. Their singing, their stage language and the chemistry they have with their duet partner, these are the most important things they need. We want to see them work together, not overpower each other.” She said, the camera panned from the jury back to Pär, “Well, let’s get this evening started then!” He said

The first duo was introduced, they performed well. So did the second, after them there was a commercial break. Then it was the third and fourth, you were fifth. After the fourth was done and back in green room Pär spoke, “It’s time for another break and when we come back it’s time for our fifth duet with Y/n and Leo! See you then!” When the break was over the camera focused on Pär standing in the middle of the stage, “Welcome back everyone, the time has come to kick off our fifth duet of the night and we do that with Y/n!” Then the intro video with your reaction of getting your partner and when you met up to talk about it started playing on the screen.

Intro video

“…Leo Tekiel!”

“No I was in complete shock, that was honestly very unexpected. Like it could have been anyone but it was him, I’m not mad about it though.” You said sitting in the filming studio.

Leo was standing in the lobby waiting for you, as you walked out and he saw you his face lit up immediately. You walked over to him and gave him a big hug, but trying not to make it completely obvious that this was in fact your boyfriend.

“It was very fun seeing him there, I was in the audience a few times last year so I remember seeing him on stage.”

You and him sat down together in the studio to film, he started talking and praising your performances trying to make it look and sound like you didn’t know each other on the level you actually did. You just tried not to laugh, he was doing a good job but you could barely keep it together, but for the watchers it could be played off as some type of fan girl excitement. “I think this is gonna be really fun, no wait. I know it’s gonna be fun.” You said standing in front of the camera with Leo beside you, “It’s gonna be awesome.” He said looking at you and then back to the camera.

The video ended and the camera turned to you, Leo and Pär standing around a high table. “Y/n and Leo Tekiel, welcome both of you to the duets tonight, and with a very big song as well that probably everyone in this room has heard. How has this week gone, what would you say Leo?” Pär asked. Leo lifted his mig to answer, “It has been amazing, we’ve had a lot of fun. But also being back here so soon, it was just a year ago I stood here myself and I never thought I’d be back like this.” He said looking around the whole room and at the crowd. “Do you agree Y/n?” Pär asked looking at you, “Absolutely, it’s been magical. I never thought I’d be standing on stage with this guy like this so it’s been very fun.” He laughed a little before speaking again, “And how did you come up with this song, how did you guys connect over the music?” You took a breath as you looked at Leo beside you for a second before turning back, “I think we both have very mixed music taste, so really we could have ended up choosing almost anything. I was here in the audience a lot last year actually so I’ve seen him on this stage before and I’ve heard his voice so for me it was quite an obvious choice. It’s a song with a lot of range but it’s a range we both have so it worked out.” You explained. You turned to Leo letting him know that he could add something if he wanted, “Yeah totally. But also I’ve seen how good she is and I have a lot of respect for her. She knows exactly what she’s doing and i'm honored to be doing this with her tonight.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the crowd applauded. “Are you ready to step up then?” Pär asked. “Of course!” You said excitedly. “Y/n and Leo take your place on the stage! Leo Tekiel, a guy who did this himself just a year ago and became known as the falsetto king. He captured the hearts of everyone watching, especially the jury. Now it’s time for him to come back on the same stage, hold on tight everyone because now it’s time for Leo together with Y/n, I don’t wanna live forever!” Pär announced as you walked onto the stage.

The music started playing and Leo started off with his solo, then it just went smoothly. You and him worked great together, you could feel the heat between you as you got close. You were trying so hard not to blush when he put a hand at your waist and looked you deep in the eyes as you sang together. When the song ended you lowered your microphones and wrapped each other in a tight hug with wide smiles on both of your faces. He lifted you up, spinning you around once before putting you down again, turning to the jury. In the audience you could see all of the previous years idols, so everyone who was together with Leo, they were standing up, cheering and applauding, and so was the jury. The jury sat down again and when the applause died down Pär started talking. “That was amazing! How does it feel?” He asked, you were basically jumping on the spot and Leo was just smiling at you adoringly. “It was amazing, I'm so happy!” You said grinning. “I actually noticed something, and that is everyone who competed last year is in the audience!” Pär said as he pointed to them still standing up and waving at you. “How do you feel Leo?” Pär asked. He took a breath before speaking, “I feel great, this was amazing. I really enjoyed it and this was definitely the best out of the times we’ve practiced this song.” He said happily. Pär put a hand on his shoulder and spoke again “Sounds good, let’s listen to what the jury has to say!”

Katia started immediately, “This was beautiful, this may have been the best duet I’ve seen in the history of this entire program. I’m floored, Y/n this might be the best song you could have chosen for you two. And Leo, it's great to see you back here.” She said leaning back in her chair. Peg was sitting completely stunned, she snapped out of her thoughts when Katia became quiet, “I don’t have words, I was in heaven. This was heaven, okay? Like I don’t think anything will ever top this, I would never have thought anything like this was possible.” She said, then Ash spoke, “I agree with both of them. And the chemistry, you two work perfectly together. I don’t have anything to say really, it was amazing. I want a duet with you two on Spotify.” He said pointing at you both. You were just standing on stage taking it all in with the wide grin still on your face. Then Anders spoke, “And I agree with all of them. The song, the chemistry, everything, it was just perfect. It got really hot in here, did anyone else feel that?” He asked with a laugh and the other three members of the jury agreed. Anders continued speaking, “You did this so good, It felt like you have done this before, and then I don’t mean yesterday at the rehearsals.” He said as the speakers played, meaning that the jury's time was up. Pär turned to both of you, “Interesting, but then I just gotta ask. Have you done this before?” He asked. After he asked that you and Leo looked at each other quickly communicating if you should tell them.

He gave you a small nod and you looked back to Pär and brought the mic up to your lips, “We have.” You said simply. Katia and Peg shoot up in their seats at that, “You have? When? Do you know each other from before?” Pär continued. “Do we know each other from before?” You said teasingly looking at Leo, “You tell me.” He teased back wrapping an arm around your waist. You again looked back to Pär before speaking again, “We’re together.” You said smiling, “WHAT?!” Peg screamed out from the jury table and Katia covered her mouth with her hand with a shocked expression. Ash let out a laugh before speaking, “Then the chemistry makes so much sense.” You nodded at him with a smile, then Katia spoke as she collected herself, “Did you guys date last year as well? Is that why the whole gang from last year is here? Because you know them personally and it’s not just for Leo?” She asked. You nodded, “Yeah, we’ve been together for, what is it, almost 2 years now? That’s why I was in the audience last year. I was here every Saturday.” You stated. Then Leo spoke, “They know her very well, they were the only ones we told except for our families. We’ve all gone out together multiple times too.” He said, “And this song, it’s one of our favorite songs to practice together, we did that last year as well when we were spending time together outside of Idol. That’s why it was such an obvious choice. It’s a song we know well but also knew we could do better, and we did.” You added.

Pär laughed, “That you did. You are welcome to walk back to green room now guys, but give us a kiss first would you?” He said jokingly. Leo shrugged his shoulders before bringing you in for a kiss, the audience and the jury cheering and applauding. When you broke apart he turned to the jury, saluted and then turned back to you, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder walking back over to the sofa. Pär and the jury started laughing as you looked into the camera and lifted your hands up slightly in defeat. He didn’t carry you for long, as soon as you reached the sofa he put you down again and just sat down next to each other.

The rest of the night you were sitting together, your head leaning on his shoulder. And when it got time for the result and you were announced through to next week you immediately ran to him and he again picked you up and spun you around. The group from last year could be heard cheering the loudest. As he slowly put you down he placed his lips on yours softly, “To think that this was all a big coincidence.” He whispered as he pulled away. “The best one ever!” You said holding on to him tightly with a big smile.

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BOYFRIEND WHO GOES TO A PUBLIC SCHOOL - ELITE

X MALE READER

CHARACTERS: Samuel, Omar, Guzman, Ander, Polo, Patrick, Ivan, Valerio, Bilal

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 800+

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SAMUEL

He doesn't care.

Obviously.

You went to school together but separated when he went to the rich kids school.

You meet every day after classes to gossip.

If you need he helps you with school work

He's smart

He was never ashamed to admit to everyone you're dating

You like sitting on a cliff near you at night while he tells you about the assholes he goes to class with

GUZMAN

It took him long enough to actually start dating you.

Both because you're a guy and because of your money status.

So he keeps you a secret.

Of course you don't like it, but you understand.

You meet up almost every day in a secret place only the two of you know.

Or in your house, if your parents or whoever you live with know.

Eventually you get sick of hiding and you get into an argument.

You break up and he feels too miserable without you so he tells his friends first

And than his family

The don't take it so well, not because you're a guy, but because you're not rich.

But they get used to it

He invites you to every party he goes to

And buys you expensive things

You always tell him not to, he listens but occasionally still buys you something

OMAR

If you go to school together you're unseparatable.

You sit together every class, and if you have different ones you meet immediately after.

You try to keep it down and look life regular friends

So his family won't find out.

If you go to different schools you both snick in the middle of the day to meet halfway and smoke

Sometimes you get in trouble cause you arrive late to class

You love making jokes about samu and Nadia, how they're both with the rich kids they used to make fun of.

ANDER

He really doesn't care

Neither does his mom

You practically live with them

She really adores you.

You always go clubbing together, and Guzman really likes you

You make him happy and encourage him to send you to his father

Ander, unlike Guzman, doesn't buy you expensive shit.

He understands it makes you feel weird and respects it.

POLO

It took him time to accept it

He did grow up rich and IS rich

But with that character development I believe he'll be completely ok with it

His moms obviously dgaf about you being a guy, but the fact that you're not rich?

They'll accept it eventually too

He brings you to every event

He takes big pride in you, and if you have a school dance or something he'll absolutely go with you

He likes buying you stuff, but you made a deal it won't be too often or too expensive.

He even picks you up from school sometimes.

PATRICK

He doesn't care, but he does use it as a rebellious act towards his father

He invites you to his house constantly.

Doesn't buy you things, but he does pay for dinner, clubs, drinks etc..

He's afraid you're with him only for his money

He has some trust issues

So he pushes you away.

But you're stubborn and don't give up easily

You constantly have to reassure him you live him and he deserves happiness

IVAN

He honestly doesn't even thinks about that sort of things

He likes you because of you, not your money.

After his dad accepts himself he's very chill with you,

If you like football you're his new best friend.

Ivan prefers staying at your house, to escape all that partying his dad does.

He likes your house, it's small and cozy, and quiet.

He sometimes wishes he was normal like you, not famous dad, no too much money on his hands, but you have to remind him that he's very privileged and he needs to appreciate.

Doesn't like showing up at your school, there are a lot of fans and he doesn't like the attention

VALERIO

Totally ok with it.

Likes to shove your relationship to his dad

He's very handsy with you no matter where or who you're with

Takes you to every club known to men

Buys you so many drinks

Treats you like a prince

If someone says something about you he's already there kicking their ass

He likes randomly showing up to your classes and getting you in trouble so he can have more time with you

BILAL

Doesn't give two shits

He wasn't interested in your money status before and does not now

He even feels more at ease with you because he's surrounded with a lot of rich people, and you make him feel equal

Idk where he lives but you two like going out more than staying home

Just sitting in a random park or abandoned site.

It takes the pressure off of him to be with someone who gets him

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

[d-targaryenshoe]

Pink Haze - Samuel Garcia

Word Count: 2354

Summary: A Valentines day party never ends well when drinking and love is involved, right?

14th February, a day you'd rather not celebrate in a part where it was all about the amount of money that was being collected as everyone tried to purchase themselves a date. 

It wasn't your favorite party this far but you didn't have any choice since Rebeka basically forced you to go, making sure she wouldn't make a fool of herself. 

"This is some fucking shit you're pulling on me." You inhaled the smoke of your cigarette, leaning against the wall as you were dressed in a pink satin two-piece. "I know I'm single but still, joder."

"See? You're single, there are a lot of choices tonight." Rebeka winked at you, accepting the cigarette you were holding out, slightly smirking. "It's one big dinner, one fucking tasty dinner."

"You know what's a dinner, eh? Eating pizza, masturbating, and drowning yourself in wine." You tried to be serious but seeing Rebeka's face you both fell into a fit of laughter. "See?"

"Just try to see if there's someone you like." Rebeka shrugged, destroying the cigarette under her pink boots.

"You two truly look superior, have you seen him yet?" Cayetana nervously shifted back and forth, not truly feeling at her safest at this point. "Yes or no, will do."

You and Rebeka shook your heads in a no, making Cayetana rub her forehead. "Fuck, I don't want to start a conversation with him."

"You don't have to, eh? We are with you." Rebeka smiled, throwing her arm around Caye's shoulder as she leaned her head against Cayetana's, chuckling softly. "No worries."

"Caye, can we talk?"

You turned around noticing the prince standing behind Cayetana, scratching the back of his neck as he already felt the two stares of you and Rebeka.

"No, you cannot, and you wanna know why, eh? It's because you can't keep your rich dirty hands to yourself but instead of that you use our friend as the prey for your sick fantasies, the only thing I can ask, is to kindly fuck off and search for another target tonight, día de San Valentín (Valentine's Day), my ass." You pointed at the door, giving him one of your hardest glares before he got the hint, stepping towards the door.

"You really shouldn't have done that, y/n." Cayetana sighed as she took the glass of champagne from a waiter expressing a quiet 'thank you. "He and Paris Hilton are practically teaming up against me, you made it worse."

"I'm not shitting myself for her, he created this, vale (okay)?" You shrugged your shoulders, glancing at Rebeka as she nodded, knowing it was certainly Philipe who began all of this. "See?"

"He's a dick, won't deny that, but he brought this on himself, Caye, y/n's right." Rebeka lit herself another cigarette, inhaling the smoke. "Although that shower of soda at the movie last week, was a-maz-ing."

The three of you fell into a fit of laughter, remembering how Cayetana turned her back to grab the cup of Soda from Philipe's hand and spill it all over Isadora's head.

"Ah, we're having a nice time, gossiping about the new girl I see?"

The three of you noticed Isadora walking up to you, dressed in a baby pink two-piece decorated with a bow on her chest and two feather gloves as her hair was decorated with silver pearls. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She rolled her eyes at Rebeka, giving each of you a glowing number in a heart-shaped necklace. "That's your number for tonight, you should get in, you're already fucking with my schedule."

"Your schedule?" Cayetana furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, positioning her number 39 around her neck. "You? A schedule? Okay."

"She's right, a schedule? Since when do you have a schedule? I thought your schedule was just the moment when you swallowed pills or sniffed powder?" You smirked to yourself as you detected how fast her smile faded. 

"You see, y/n is having a good time already, so how about you leave us to it?" Rebeka fake-smiled at the blonde girl, still holding her number 13 in her hands. "You're not going to give up are you?"

Isadora shook her head, placing your number 20 around your neck, patting your cheek, before opening the door as the four of you began to walk inside the pink-decorated party.

"What the hell is this? Did Barbie throw up in here?" Cayetana chuckled to herself, crossing her arms.

"Babes, how's it going? Let me clarify a little bit to you how this whole thing functions, yeah? Everyone here tonight has an app on our phones. Associate and keep an eye out for the person you like the most and make a mental note of the number they're wearing, next up you go back into the app and enter the number, that's how you're going to put bids in for that person, that's how you'll score your date" Isadora talked through the microphone, standing behind her booth.

"Okay first off all, what kind of shit is that, what am I? An antique vase?" You looked to your left, where Rebeka was still standing a few moments ago, and so was Cayetana, but now no one was. "How lovely.."

"y/n? Sorry, my name's Ivan, one of the new guys, nice to meet you." A tanned boy spoke up, handing you a mojito cocktail, kissing both your cheeks in courtesy. "You look incredible tonight."

You chuckled to yourself, setting your lips to the straw, noticing how the boy didn't move for an inch, still beaming at you, making it almost creepy. "I'm gonna go and check out the stage of Paris Hilton, I'll see you at school, yeah?"

"Sure, have a nice time!" He yelled over the music as you put your hand in the air, showing him that you've heard what he had yelled to you.

You stepped closer and closer to the stage as you heard some funky music being played by Isadora, even though the blonde DJ looked rather frustrated before she held a pink microphone and two girls started to point with pink guns.

"Babes, I want everyone to pay attention to me because this Valentine's day party is about to get real spicy about fucking now." She strode over the small catwalk, catching your eyes as she smirked. "Cupid was also invited and as the host, I do need to ask him this, who's your first target?"

Fake gunshots were heard through the venue until a spotlight was shining down on you and two guns pointed in the direction as well, as you facepalmed yourself, wanting to disappear into the ground and never come back.

"y/n, our loner of this evening, I love this." Isadora laughed, strolling down the stage as she held your hand, leading you up the small stairs. "Jeez, live a little, let loose, right now I'm not your rival, I'm the fucking host."

"Well, hello hello hello, what do you guys think of this good looking snack, eh?" Isadora grinned at the audience as they started applauding and screaming at the view of the two of you. "That's what I thought!"

You turned the button in your head as you started moving your body to the reggaeton song that was playing, stepping towards the end of the catwalk and back to Isadora.

"Isn't she hot?" The crowd started cheering once again. " Alright party people, there you have it in lights, number 20, the only back luck that this number might bring you tonight is if someone takes her home and that special someone isn't you." 

"Now I want to wet my tongue for a bit, joder (fuck)." You walked off the stage, stealing a girl's glass of whiskey, drinking it as a shot while the liquid raced down your throat before you muttered a quiet sorry to her, handing her the empty glass back.

"You are starting to reach your high, no?" Rebeka laughed, putting a hand on your shoulder before Cayetana joined the two of you, carrying three vodka red bulls, handing each one of you a glass.

"Reaching my high? Nah, that's only when I've had a good fuck, Rebe, Caye, come on, join y/n's late-night dirty talk." You smiled, kissing your best friend's cheek, and placing your arm around her shoulder. "Have you seen someone you want to fuck yet?"

Rebeka snorted at your bold question but decided to keep quiet and just take a sip from her glass, staring at the two of you.

"Honestly, no, boys aren't the main concern for me at the moment, y/n." Cayetana sighed, placing her head on top of yours, slowly moving from side to side on the music, sipping from her glass. "What about you?"

"Well I have for the last five years, the most well-known waiter of Las Encinas, Samuel Garcia, everyone fucking knows, why would you even ask that shit to me, Caye." You muttered, emptying the glass and slamming it down onto the round table. "Otra ronda de tragos! (another round of drinks!)"

You felt Rebeka place an arm around your waist, leading you away from the table with booze. "Eh, y/n, you've had enough, joder (fuck), you should head home and sleep it all out."

"She's right, y/n, we'll find someone to bring you home or to nap somewhere, you're too far gone," Cayetana spoke as she attempted to hold in her laugh while you ignored both of them and moved your hips to the reggaeton music, booing Isadora who was trying to sort out her music. 

"Caye, stay here with her, I'm gonna search for him." Rebeka pointed at your dancing body before walking off and searching for Samuel in the mass of drunk and dancing teenagers.

Coming to a halt she noticed Samuel standing in a corner, taking a sip from his beer, awkwardly moving to the music, catching Rebeka walking up to him. 

"Can y/n sleep at yours?" She questioned, taking away his beer, giving it over to a random student, and placing her hands on her hips. "coño (fuck), you here?"

"Come again? Sleep at mine?" Samuel furrowed his eyebrows, putting his hands in the pockets of his purple jacket, slightly turning red on his face. "Rebe, you know I can't."

"So now you're shitting your pants? Because I ask you if the girl you've been jerking off to since forever can sleep at your place because she's fucking drunk and doesn't notice the difference between a unicorn or a horse at this point?" She rambled, shoving his shoulder in frustration. 

"No, it's because it's y/n, she's not Carla or Ari, you know that shit too." He sighed.

"So you'll do it?" Rebeka lifted an eyebrow at the boy, holding her arm out, signaling for him to start walking with her.

"If this turns out bad, I'll forever hate you," Samuel murmured as he started to follow Rebeka through the crowd, coming to a halt when he caught you dancing on stage with Isadora while Cayetana shouted at you to come down.

He placed his hand on Caye's shoulder, climbing on stage himself before he took a hold of your hand, drawing you away from Isadora, helping you down the small stairs. 

"Samu! You've been hiding from me all night eh? Shame on you." You put a hand on your heart, pulling a face as if you were in serious pain, making him chuckle. "Oh, it laughs."

"Come on, I have the duty of keeping you away from doing anything idiotic, so let's go," Samuel said, guiding you out of the building.

To say that the way to Samu's house went smoothly was an understatement, aside from the moments when you walked up to strangers, threw up in trash cans, and climbed on statues, everything went pretty well as you arrived at his front door.

"There's only one bed, I don't know how you feel about sharing." Samuel scratched the back of his neck as he threw his keys on the kitchen table, taking off his jacket while pouring you a glass of water. "y/n?"

"Sharing is fine, I may be drunk, but the company of a friend is always nice." You opened the zipper from your satin skirt as you stepped out of it, noticing Samuel taking in a breath. "Fucking hell, Samu, it's just a skirt, yeah?"

You accepted the glass of water, taking a sip from it, before turning your back towards Samuel, pointing at the buttons of your satin top on the back. "Wanna help for a sec?"

"Vale (okay), of course, I'm not the best with buttons, so.." You fiddled with your fingers while you felt Samuel working on the buttons on your top until the straps fell on the sides of your shoulders. 

You pulled the top over your head, putting it on the kitchen stool before strolling over to Samu's bedroom, already knowing your way in this house after 5 years, dragging the sheets over your body, you turned on your side, feeling the bed descent, but already being slipping into the darkness.

It was easy to say that last night you did let yourself go, opening your eyes you noticed Samuel sitting at his desk, headphones on his head while fulfilling an assignment for school, beaming to yourself you pushed yourself off the bed, sneaking up to him quietly.

You placed your arms around his neck, placing your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself before he took the headphones off his head. "Slept well?"

You nodded your head on his shoulder, rotating around the desk chair on wheels, softly sitting down on his lap, leaning your forehead against his. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For putting up with me yesterday, for the last five years, for being you?" You shrugged your shoulders, noticing his stare. "What?"

"Can I kiss you?" He placed his hand on your hips, already regretting his words. "I shouldn't ha-"

Before he could answer you placed your lips on his, placing your hand on his cheek, as he got up from the chair and carried you back to the bed, recreating his own pink haze.

[random-imaginess]

OMG OMG so I found this amazing prompt list.

And I was wondering if you could write Ander Munoz x Reader piece with this one:

the couple have been dating for a while but try to keep it a secret from their friends because of how they would react (positively or negatively). ensues a lot of sneaking around, secret touches, and kisses when nobody is looking.

Please and thank you, love <3

This is really cute! There's so many different things that they could do and I can't decide which one I want to do more! Also, thank you so much for sending something in! I really hope I do him justice! I've thought about maybe doing like a continued thing with this pairing where I can post other drabbles that might go into more of their sneaking around. If that's someone people would want to see! I don't think there's any warnings, just fluff!! A bit of a disclaimer, I've only seen this show once all the way through so far, so I'm still not too familiar with how their school is run or how their classes work. So I'm just kind of winging that part... I'm going to be using one of the dialogue prompts as well! "We're supposed to be focusing." "But you're just so distracting."

The best part of your day was when you got to see your boyfriend, Ander. It didn't matter what time of day, you just constantly craved seeing that beautiful face of his. You had always hung out in the same circle, were always friends, but it wasn't until last summer that the two of you got even closer. You spent nearly every waking moment together, and if it wasn't for the fact that your bodies needed sleep, you would have probably spent those hours together, too. It was an incredibly hard adjustment when school started back up again. Right before you both had to come back to reality, you agreed that you would keep your relationship a secret. It wasn't that you were embarrassed to be seen around each other, that part wasn't anything new. But you both knew the shit that your friends would give you if they found out you were dating, and neither of you wanted to deal with that yet. You liked the bubble that you were in and you wanted to stay in it a little bit longer. So the agreement was, when you were at school or a party or anywhere you could be seen by your friends, you kept things on the down low. That didn't stop you from sneaking around and spending a few minutes together before classes. Or quick kisses in the hall when the coast was clear. It was also a bit exciting, sneaking around. The adrenaline of trying not to get caught fueled a lot of heated moments when you were hidden away in the boys locker room during lunch. The second best part of your day was when you were in the same period together. It was almost like a study period where you were able to work on homework, and it was four people at a desk. You and Ander always sat adjacent from each other. Every now and then you'd feel his shoe nudge yours, other times you would initiate the foot flirting. On this particular day, it was hard for you to focus on anything you were supposed to. You wanted class to be over so you could meet at your regular spot and be held by him, and you honestly wouldn't care who saw. You just wanted to be enveloped in him. Ander could feel you staring at him while he worked. It wasn't until the other student who was seated at your table got up that he acknowledged you. "We're supposed to be focusing." He said quietly, not looking up at you right away. You ran your foot against his ankle, a mischievous smirk threatening to break free. "But you're just so distracting." You whispered back. He looked up at you then, fighting to hide the smirk that spread across his face. He looked at the other student as they returned and sat back down, looking at his work again for a brief moment before stealing another glance at you. The period couldn't end fast enough and both of you were growing inpatient. Ander was the first to leave the room when the bell rang, the unspoken understanding of where you were both going to meet up at. You took your time just a bit before finally arriving at the secluded area behind the school. He was standing under a tall tree, his shoulder pressed against the bark.

You kept your eyes locked on him as you got closer, taking in the sight and the feeling it gave you every time you looked at him. Stopping in front of you, you both stood there silently for a long moment. It wasn't until you saw a smile breaking at the corner of his mouth that you broke your gaze to take a quick look around before smiling wide and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms wrapped tightly around you and you nestled your head into his neck. "It's so brutal not being able to do this whenever I want to sometimes." You said, breaking the silence. His grip around you tightened as he kissed the top of your head. "All the sneaking around isn't fun for you anymore?" You smiled at the thought of all the shenanigans that you two got up to and you let out a laugh, shaking your head no. "Of course it is," you looked up at him, seeing the smile on his face. "Sometimes I just want to be able to grab your face and give you a big ol' smooch in front of everyone. I want to walk hand in hand proudly down the hall, and who cares what anyone says." "Mm, sounds pretty nice. You know I'm not opposed to it. But are you ready for all the taunting and jokes our friends are going to do when they find out?" You let out a quiet groan as you rested your head against his shoulder again. "Not really, no... but can you imagine the looks on their faces when they do finally find out? Their brains will probably explode, and all the teasing will be worth it." You both laughed at the idea. "That's probably true. But...." he placed his hand on the side of your cheek to get you to look up at him and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. "I've been enjoying keeping you all to myself." There was no denying that all of the sneaking around was fun. There was a thrill in knowing you were the only ones who knew about this secret. The knowing looks in the hall when you pass by one of your spots and your friends are none the wiser. "I have too," you kissed him again. "Alright, fine. We'll keep our secret a little longer."

[t-marveland]

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 | ander muñoz.

Ander Muñoz x Reader

Warnings : sous-entendu

Mots : 99

Masterlist

Quand tu étais en classe, tu ne pouvais t'empêcher de faire des remarques lorsque le professeur disait quelque chose. La plupart du temps, c'était des blagues de mauvais goût qui faisaient rire la classe. Même si tu étais dans une école de riche, il fallait bien que quelqu'un apaise les tensions et cette personne c'était toi.

❝━ Si je peux me permettre, en matière de sexe, les vêtements gênent plus que les principes.❞

Du coin de l'œil, tu vis Ander sourire et te regarder. Tu le regardas en retour et lui souris, fière de toi.

[jaeyunluvs]

vacation with aron includes - aron piper headcannon

a/n: here’s another headcannon bc i thought it would be more fun than writing a huge ass fanfic i’m sorry i love headcannons!

disclaimer: i don’t know aron personally! english and spanish is not my first language so please let me know if i have mistakes! :’)

warnings: none

gif credits to netflix

- okay sooo,, this holiday is a suprise holiday that aron planned for you as a birthday present

- before a day from your birthday, you casually go home after visiting your parents and you see the elite cast including your boyfriend shouting your name and the birthday anthem

- that night was GREAT it was amazing

- then aron pulls to you aside and lets you know that he has something special for you

- he gives you an envelope and you saw the flight tickets that he bought to the place that you’ve always wanted to go

- ‘OMG ARON ARE WE GOING TO ROME?!’

- he just grins at you but you can’t help but jump over him

- so a day before your birthday you guys go to Rome

- before you go you see aron packing a lot of stuff like notebooks and a camera to his bag

- you see he got really prepared and it makes your heart melt

- ‘aron what are those for?’ 

- ‘you’ll see carina’ he just smirks

- the flight session goes pretty normal aron just sleeps the whole flight and you watch a favorite movie of yours 

- you guys go there for 3 days and the first day is basically just discovering a bit

- with arriving in the morning, you guys have plenty of time to discover

- when you arrive at the hotel your jaw drops

- you can see its a huge ass expensive hotel 

- ‘aron but i cant afford this place’

- he insists on paying as he loves to spoil you!!!

- after you leave all your stuff in the room and that day is basically just visiting some places near the hotel since aron planned the whole thing for tomorrow

- the first day basically just goes by

- you guys eat at some famous italian restaurants, look at some famous sightseeing places

- but you can’t wait for the second day 

- cause you guys keep everything for that day

- sooooo finally the second day comes

- aron wakes you up with playing 'Love In Portofino' cause you love the italian song

- and then he makes you get ready,

- have your breakfast

- then immediately go outside to explore

- he takes you more than 823727363

- and he makes sure that you know everything about the places you visit 

- example: in colosseum he acts like crazy

- ‘look Y/N, collesseum is a really interesting place and all the history it has..’

- you don’t really listen to him but instead focus on his face and realize how lucky you are

- oh and he also makes sure that you have fun

- he takes you to many romantic places

-  plus, expensive restaurants to spoil you more!!!

- when you guys walk aroumd together aron notices some glances by guys at you

- poor baby tries not to bother but gets angry inside

- in restaurants, waiters flirt with you

- and then aron finds a way to make them realize that you're his gf

- like he would kiss you a LOT (pda who? lolol)

- or call you by pet names like bebe, carina, etc.

- or after eating, he would write a note on a check

- 'get your ass off of my girl dumb ass'

- when you realize that he's getting jealous you'd be happy a bit

- 'wait, is my aronita jealous?'

- he would deny deny deny and deny

- but deep down would want you to realize that he's jealous

- so after all those things, the third day goes by visiting some last quick places

- sadly, the last day comes by

- you and aron make sure that you guys go to the airport early

- cause he wants to get some stuff from duty free

- 'aron, honey, you can find those stuff everywhere'

- 'nO buying from duty free makes it special!!!'

- he spends almost 2,5 hours in duty free

- 'y/n, do you think omar would like this squid flavored pasta?'

- 'he would like what-'

- 'or should i buy this mug to miguel? ohhh and i should buy for his girl friend too!'

- he makes sure to buy everyone a gift

- including new actors who recenty joined elite

- he decides to buy 'squid flavored pasta' to your parents to impress them

- and buy a simple pasta to omar

- while shopping he makes sure to buy a present too

- after a solid 2,5 hours (as i told that before) you drag him out of the store

- the plane ride goes very quickly

- basically just an cutie baby named Aron sleeping

- you only watch movies

- also admire aron

- you realize how lucky you are

- how a person that loves you so much and does many things to you

- you couldn't help but kiss his nose

- 'i love you more than anyone'

- when you land you have to go to seperate ways

- aron takes you to your parents house

- since they also wanted to take you somewhere to celebrate your birthday

- you arrive, and the sudden pain bEGINGS

- you and aron can't stop staring and say goodbye to each other

- 'aron it was the best time of my life. you're the best thing happened to me i love you'

- you kiss him

- he gets shocked by your sudden confession but kisses you back

- that little kiss turns into a wHOLE make out session

- then... i think you know what and i don't have to explain

- but.... a call from your mom ruins this 'i think you know what and i don't have to explain' session

-'ah- yeah mom i'll be there in 5. yes aron was amazing we had the best time. okay bye i gotta go!'

- aron makes sure you have everything

- 'hey don't forget to give your mom the squid flavored pasta!!!!'

- you laugh and ignore him but you cant help but smile

- it was the best experience you've ever had

[oopsiedoopsie23]

Not another rich girl | Ander Muñoz x reader

A/N: I’m actually motivated to write 2 imagines back to back? Who the fuck am I? Anyways, I know that this request included smut but I tried and it was just super cringe to me so I had to scratch that, but I hope that this imagine is still good! Oh and this is a long one bitches, so happy reading!

Request: hi! i love your writing! could u possibly write something smut with ander (being straight) ? like he goes out one night just to find a girl to have sex with, and the meets the reader and have sex with her and on the next day he finds out she’s the new girl frim his school. and the like fall in love and something like that

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing

Clutching both you and your friend’s drinks in both hands while also trying to keep your favourite clutch from falling onto the floor was not as easy as you thought it would be, not to mention with the crowds of people around you dancing and sucking each other’s faces off.

You gasp when someone bumps into you causing you to stumble, but before you could face plant in the middle of the dance floor, you feel a pair of hands catch you.

“Holy fuck!”

You hear a low voice chuckle, “I just saved your life.”

“Yeah thanks, I think my friend would have killed me if I showed up without their drink.”

You hear him chuckle once again and it literally sounds like music to your ears.

The two of you stand there for a moment in the middle of the dance floor, looking at one another before he awkwardly sticks his hand out for you to shake, 

“Ander.”

you smile, before awkwardly motioning to the drinks still in your hands, “I would shake your hand but mine seem to be a bit full.”

You giggle as his cheeks redden at the realization.

“Here,” you take one of the drinks in your hands and place it in his outstretched one, “now, I can shake your hand.”

He smirks and shakes his head, almost in disbelief, but still shakes your hand,

“Beautiful and smart, I like that.”

“Hot and cocky, not sure if I like that.” you smirk, 

“Would it change if I help you carry these drinks so your friend won’t kill you?”

You pretend to seriously think about the option even though you both knew that there was no way you would turn down his offer, “I’d reconsider it.”

Ander sarcastically rolls his eyes and lets you lead him through the crowded dance floor to a small table in the corner of the room where another girl impatiently sits, with her phone in her hands.

“Y/N c’mon that took you li-” You roll your eyes knowing what’s about to happen, 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize that Y/N would bring something else back besides our drinks.”

You scoff and give Ander an apologetic look, “Y/F/N, chillax, he saved me from falling on my ass and helped me bring the drinks back.”

You practically forced the drink into their hands to stop them from saying anything else before turning to Ander once again, “Sorry, they’re a little drunk.”

He gives a sheepish smile, “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m sure my friends wouldn’t have been much better if I showed up with you carrying our drinks to our table, too.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation, “Holy shit you’re here with people? Sorry, they must be worried about where you are!”

Ander gives another chuckle that makes your heart flutter, “Nah don’t worry about it, we come here often enough for me to know that they’re probably sucking each other’s faces off by now.”

Your face scrunches up into a face of pure disgust making Ander chuckle once again, “Only single one in the group?”

“Is that your way of asking me if I’m single?”

“Don’t flatter yourself pretty boy.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re a boy.”

“Can you two find a bathroom to hook up in, already? The sexual tension between you two is killing me.”

The two of you turn to look at your friend, now with an empty glass in their hand, cheeks tinted red, drunkenly laughing at your facial expressions,

You’re about to give them another rhetorical response when they abruptly stand and walk past you, muttering about getting another drink. 

“Well...they’re...”

“A bitch when drunk? Yes, yes they are.”

The two of you sit down at the now empty table, and the both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you look around the club, watching various drunk teens stumble around.

You’re entertained watching a group of teens around your age on the balcony, drunkenly laughing and grinding on one another when Ander drags you out of your thoughts, 

“And that, is why I’m here with you.”

“What?”

“Those drunken bastards back there,” Ander points back to the group of friends that you were watching, “Are my friends.”

You burst out laughing much to Ander’s amusement,

“Sorry, it’s just that...they seem to be on a whole other level of drunk compared to everyone else in here.” You lift your arm, motioning to the others in the club to prove your point, 

“No, I get it, like, don’t get me wrong, I’m down for getting drunk, but...”

“You don’t want to be grinding and making out with all of them.”

“That, and I’m the only single one in the group.”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t really help that they’re all dating each other too.”

Your faces scrunches up again, making Ander burst out laughing, 

“C’mon then pretty boy, let’s go take shots to take your mind off of your horny friends.” You stand up and take his hand, dragging him out of his seat, 

“You must really like my looks, don’t you?”

“Because of that, you’re paying.”

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After an hour of shots and bottles of champagne (you didn’t bother questioning Ander’s strange mix of alcohol), you and Ander were left laughing and stumbling through the streets after sending your friend home in a taxi. 

Ander led you through streets and alleyways until the two of you were standing at a lookout point, at the edge of town,

The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, hand in hand, looking at the view, until you break the silence, 

“If we spent this whole night flirting just for you to kill me, I’ll be super pissed.”

Ander chuckles for what feels like the hundredth time that night, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter, 

“How would you even be pissed at me if you’re dead?”

“I have my ways.”

Another comfortable silence engulfed the two of you before you broke it once again, 

“I wish this moment lasted forever.”

“Well it would if you could keep quiet for more than 30 seconds.”

You pout causing a wide smile to spread on Ander’s face while he pinches your cheeks. 

“Anyways, tell me why you want this moment to last forever.”

You sigh, turning away from the boy to face the beautiful view, 

“My dad just got a huge promotion and apparently I’m not good enough for a regular public school now, so he’s sending me to some fancy, rich kid school.”

Ander smiled, wrapping his arm around you, 

“C’mon it probably won’t be that bad.”

“There’ll probably be a lot of people acting like your friends, there.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“You tell me.”

“Touché.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol still coursing throughout both of your veins, or the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach but the next thing you know, Ander’s lips are on yours, your hands are on his face, tracing his jawline and his hands are drawing circles on your hips. 

The two of you move in sync, hands travelling down the others’ body, trying to get as much as you could of the other before either of you could change your minds. 

Ander slowly pulls back, letting you both catch your breath before silently leading you down a set of stairs to an abandoned couch.

“This totally isn’t sketchy at all.”

Ander turns to you, eyes sparkling, “Do you trust me?”

You smile and close the gap between the two of you once again, letting your lips connect, “Of course I do.”

“Good.”

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a bright light shining on your face, at first you just groaned and rolled over but when you bumped into a hard chest, your eyes widened in realization and you had to cover your mouth quickly to stop yourself from screaming. 

You sit up and quickly scramble for your phone, sighing in relief when you find it on the ground with your abandoned clutch and heels. Turning it on, you gasp when you see the time, 5:00 am. 

You had exactly 3 hours to find a cab, explain to your parents why you were still in your dress from the night before, sit through their boring lecture about being responsible, change into your new uniform, and run out the door. 

You sigh and pick up your shoes, making sure you had all of your things before a new realization dawned on you...Ander.

Sweet, charming, Ander, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, oblivious to your leaving. 

You walk over to him, running a hand through your hair before giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

May we meet again, sweet Ander.

Giving the sleeping boy one last look, you turn around, and walk away. 

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Ander grumbled as he walked into the full classroom. 

“Did someone not get enough sleep last night?” 

Ander shot a smiling Guzmán a glare before sitting down at his usual table.

“I saw you with that hot girl last night.” Guzmán sang once again, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ander let out a groan, trying to ignore Guzmán’s childish gaze.

“I mean, where did you even go? Your mom called and I had to tell her that you were sleeping at my house.”

“Drop it Guzmán.” 

Guzmán��s smile dropped as he scooted closer towards his best friend, a concerned look adorning his face upon noticing the anger and sadness laced in Ander’s voice,

“Ander, I know you’re not okay, what the fuck happened?” 

“She fucking left me, okay? She left this morning without a word.”

“Ander...”

“I’m fine Guzmán, seriously it happens, I just- I thought that she was different.”

Before the boy could respond, the two hear the voice of Ander’s mom interrupt their conversation,

“Attention all of you, we have a new student today and I hope that you all give her a warm welcome.”

Ander groans, “Jesus Christ, not another rich girl.”

But his heart stops when a familiar pair of eyes are looking back at him, from the front of the room. 

“Now everyone, this is Y/N L/N, would you please have a seat next to Ander, over there?”

He watches in shock as you give a slight nod and smile to his mother and slowly make your way towards him.

“Hi...” you awkwardly mutter as you sit down in the empty chair beside him.

His jaw clenches but he doesn’t say a word, instead trying to ignore your pleading look and Guzmán’s confused one. 

But after about 15 minutes of silence, he couldn’t take it anymore, 

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he whispers, so only you could hear,

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you gulp and hesitantly turn towards him, 

“I didn’t know what to say...hey I got to go home and get ready for my first day at the best school in the fucking country that apparently you go to, too?”

Ander couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him and gently nudged your shoulder with his, 

“Hey, now you can go to the club with the horny bastards and I.”

He laughed as you made the scrunched up face of disgust that made his heart beat ten times faster.

“Jesus Christ, do I have to?”

[yungbludz]

so i’m on another mood swing and now i’m h o r n y so i was wondering if you could do an imagine where aron and reader are at victoria’s secret and he comes into the room w you and you try on some leggings or something and he gets hard then we have sex in the changing room and choking and we don’t get caught and just a loooot of dirty talk again ilysmmmmmmmm your writing is so gooddddddddddd💖💝💞💕

Author: I think Im going crazy, can’t stay home any longer. I miss my friends, my routine, my life. Sorry guys, I needed to let it out... also he’s 23 now and I want to cry😭

Warnings: smut

You and Aron have been dating long enough for you to ask him to go shopping together, he wasn’t happy about that but he accepted and drove you two to the nearest mall. You didn’t need many things, just a skirt and some lingerie. The ride to the mall was fun, as always you would annoy by putting some music, he didn’t like your taste in music but you didn’t care. You two laughed the whole time as the hot wind of june hit the both of your faces, you were wearing your favourite sundress and he wouldn’t keep his hand off your thigh, which kind of turned you on.

“First stop?” He asked you holding your hand, you pointed at the shop you used to go every time. He accompanied you there and waited for you to try all the skirts in the world, as he liked to say.

“What about this?” You asked him as you opened the curtains and stepped out of the dressing room, with a black jeans skirt. He nodded, his eyes scanning your naked legs with devouring eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t have sex, you did, a lot, but maybe it was the hot summer or the skirt or just his hormones. You were quick so you didn’t spend more than twenty minutes in the store.

“Oh my god! Didn’t know there was Victoria’s secret here.” You tightened the grip on his hand as you ran towards the shop. He chuckled and let you wandered in the store as he walked around, looking at the lingerie. There were many underwears or bras he would love to see you wearing, but he didn’t want to sound like a creep so he kept it to himself. Meanwhile you got a few things and headed towards the changing rooms, where your boyfriend followed you.

“I’m gonna be quick, don’t worry.” You didn’t want to annoy him because you wanted to shop, indeed you wanted him to see something for himself too. You stripped out of your clothes and tried on a black lace bra and its matching panties, obviously on your own ones because it would be gross otherwise. You weren’t sure about it, so you opened a bit the door to ask him for help. He was standing against the painted wall, his phone in his hands as he texted someone, his sunglasses hanging from his lips.

“Hey babe, can you help me? Do I look good in it?” You questioned as his gazed fell on you. He tried not to widen his eyes but it was nearly impossible: you were so hot and that bra lifted up your breast so good he wanted to rip it off you right there right now.

“Uhm... Yea babe, you look amazing.” He gulped his eyes scanning your body over and over. You smiled and closed the door, looking at your reflection for a bit longer. Meanwhile Aron couldn’t get the image of you half naked in fron of him out of his mind and he was starting to get turned on. He looked around to see if there was anybody, but no one seemed to be there with you two. So he knocked on the door and as you opened it he didn’t waste anytime and kissed you.

“Babe what?!” You pullled away confused, Aron didn’t like to be so needy in public but you didn’t know how much that bra turned him on. He smirked and kissed your neck making you moan, he quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

“Gotta be quiet.” He whispered kissing you. You immediately unbuttoned his jeans as he pulled you out of your shorts. Aron could easily turn you on, also you were doing something you shouldn’t be doing in a public space, which turned you on even more.

“This fucking bra.... Me dan ganas de hacer cosas no santas.” He told you as he grabbed you and managed to lock your legs around his waist. You whimpered and tried to be as quiet as possible. Aron moved your panties aside, realising how wet you have gotten he smirked.

“You already horny for papi, uh?” He bit your bottom lip and pulled down his briefs. You needed to be quick if you didn’t want anyone to notice what was going on. You pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him, he then slipped inside you without warning. You moaned in his mouth luckily.

“Joder...” he cursed as he started to pull in and out of you with a costant pace. You whimpered as he slammed you against the door and you could see your reflection: him pounding into you was a real turn on. You pulled his hair as he kissed your neck and bit it.

“Keep it quiet babe. Don’t want to have an audience.” He joked between moans. You giggled and bit his shoulder to cover your groans. You knew it would be a problem to cover up all those hickeys but luckily enough he wouldn’t have to shoot for another few weeks. You could feel the air getting hotter and you knew you both were about to collapse.

“Gotta be quick for papi.” He whispered and moved his fingers towards your clit, starting to play with you almost saw stars as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head. He pushed himself inside of you one more time before you came with him. You felt him pulling out of you and helping you getting on your feet. He chuckled while pulling up his jeans.

“Ms is everything alright? Do you need me to bring you something else?” You heard the shop assistant talking behind the door and you immediately froze. Aron tried to not laugh and looked down at his feet as you pulled up your pants.

“Yes, don’t worry. I think I’m good, thanks.” You replied and waited to hear her footsteps leaving the dressing area. Then you both bursted into laughs, it was close. You couldn’t even imagine what an embarrassment it would be if she heard you fucking in there.

“Buy it, it looks good on you.” He pecked your lips leaving the dressing room. You sighed and smiled staring at yourself in the mirror. You felt hot too, also every time you would wear, you would remember that day in Victoria’s secret. The two of you walked to the register where you payed for the bra.

“Thanks for coming to Victoria’s secret. Have a nice day.” The guy told you and you had to stop Aron from laughing right to his face by pinching his arm. Once you were out of the store you both laughed so hard, your stomachs hurt afterwards.

“I like this shop, we should come more often.” He joked as you made your way towards his favourite shop. You hit him on the arm and then stopped him to peck his lips, but he pulled you for a proper kiss. You were definitely over heels for this guy.

[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.

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Catching Mencia's attention

Request: Yes or No

~

You listened to the music flowing through your headphones, gaze on the ground and head resting on Guzmans' shoulder. You felt him give you a nudge, making you lift your head to look at him. Your headphones were slid off your head, making you blink and look up at the new principal.

"Come to my office after school and you might get these back." He said, frowning before he turned away from you and continued his little speech. You scoffed softly, feeling Guzman wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"What a dick, right?" Guzman whispered into your ear. You crossed your arms, standing once the speech ended and everyone was dismissed. You walked out with Guzman and Ander, shaking your head.

"It's not like anybody else gave a shit about his speech." You mumbled. Ander chuckled softly, patting your shoulder.

"Don't worry, he caught Omar sleeping. You're not the only one he had to discipline."

"Discipline my ass. He just wanted to be a dick." You mumbled. You parted ways with Guzman and Ander, walking to your locker and getting your jacket out. You closed it and walked to class, entering the classroom and taking a seat. You sighed, burying your face into your arms. You were about to shut your eyes when you heard a light tapping on the desk. You raised your head, looking up at the girl. She gave a smile, setting your headphones on the desk.

"Here, looks like you missed these." She said with a soft giggle. You furrowed your brows, grabbing your headphones and sliding them around your neck.

"Can I sit with you?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." She set her bag on the table, taking a seat beside you and leaning back.

"Name's Mencia. What's your name?"

"(Y/N)." You replied, looking at her. "How'd you get these back?"

"A little sweet talking." She replied, shrugging. The flirty smile stayed on her face. You turned your head when Ander and Guzman sat down at the table beside yours. Ander raised his brows, motioning to Mencia with a nod. You rolled your eyes in return, looking forward.

"Your sister was the one who dated the murderer, right?" You frowned, turning towards Mencia.

"If you're gonna ask me question about Polo and what happened, don't bother. I've had a rough time with it as is." Mencia raised her brows, smile dropping as she shook her head.

"No, no, I was just curious. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Mencia assured you. She seemed genuine, offering an apologetic smile. You looked up at the guy that had approached Ander and Guzmans table. You didn't bother listening in until Ander abruptly stood up.

"You and your father can both go to hell." Ander sneered. You noticed another girl grab the guys arm and pull him away. You licked your lips, turning towards Mencia.

"So, if they're new and related to the principal then that means.." You trailed off, raising your brows. Mencia let out a heavy sigh, nodding.

"They're my siblings and.. Benjamin is my dad." She nodded.

"But I'm not like them, I swear." She quickly added. You pressed your lips together, standing up.

"Thanks for getting me my headphones back but.. I don't feel like getting suspended just for talking to you." You gave her a shrug, noticing the disappointment that passed over her features. You went to a different table, sitting down. Mencia huffed softly, sending her siblings a glare. You glanced back at her, meeting her gaze briefly before looking forward again.

Gifs aren't mine.

[ferrstappen]

she’s my popstar l Arón Piper Imagine.

(a/n): HEYYY! I’m sorry it took so long, but with this whole online classes I've barely had time to eat :( anyway, I hope you enjoy this! 

summary: she’s a popstar and Arón’s shy.

From the moment you were standing on stage on the stage of the 40 Principales Awards, his hard gaze caught your eye. It probably was the way you could perfectly see the outline of his curls with the spotlight pointed at you.

You didn’t want to be obvious, but even on your position on stage, thousands of eyes on you, tens of cameras trying to find the perfect angle for the Versace short dress hugging your body as you presented Dua Lipa.

For some reason, being a famous singer usually spooked every man you showed interest in, so your mind was settled on just admiring from afar before catching a plane to London right after the after party to continue with recording your next album.

The change of scenery was quick. The stylist gave you a long blazer to put over the dress before someone opened the door of the black SUV, blinding your eyes with the hundreds flashes trying to catch a picture worth a few bucks.

Your assistant told you had two hours before heading to the airport. Taking a champagne flute from a waitress, thanking her before walking further inside, stopping to say hello to people you knew.

You didn’t have time to start a decent conversation when a tall mop of curls approached you with a friendly grin.

“(Y/N)!”

Your eyes slightly widened, knowing you knew his face from somewhere, but didn’t know where. “Hey!”

“I’m Jorge, I'm a fan!” He said making you a smile. “I’m starring on a show called Elite.”

“Right! I’ve heard about it, I'm pretty sure it’s on my list!” You smiled at him.

He was great with conversation, it felt like you had known each other for ages, your gut telling you this was the start of a great friendship, even if the music was loud and the lights were dimly lit.

“Jorge, I lost you!” A brunette girl took his hand, diverting his attention. “Oh my God, hi! Long time no see!”

“I knew you had to be around!” You greeted Danna with a hug. You had met a few years ago, you weren’t the closest of friends, but had gone out a couple of times.

“Hey, you should come with us! Aitana is there as well, and I'm sure you’ll love the rest of the crew!” Danna suggested and, seeing as you weren’t in the mood of dancing and drinking that much, you agreed.

Jorge introduced you, and as you were met with a chorus of hellos, you saw him.

Same curls, with his ring decorated hand holding a beer.“(Y/N), it’s been a long time since the Latin Grammys! How’s life?” Aitana asked, giving you a quick hug.

“It’s been busy, but great!” You carefully hid the fact that your legs were slightly shaking, feeling his foreign eyes on your back.

“This is my boyfriend, Miguel.” She introduced you to a tall, handsome lad.

Was everyone on this cast gorgeous? Minutes went by and champagne was flying around like water, you were squeezed between Omar and Danna, both of whom were drunk and loud, making you laugh until your ribs hurt, but he just kept checking you out, not saying a word. “You know, Arón’s working on a few songs!” Omar said, subtly eyeing his on-screen lover.

“Oh yeah? That’s great!” You said looking at him, sipping on your glass as you made eye contact for the first time.

“It’s just a hobby, I don’t think I'll do anything with them.” He spoke for the first time since you arrived.

Yes, he probably didn’t like you. Why? You didn’t know.

Pity, he looked like he would've been a great lay.

“Well, I'll be looking forward to listening to them If you ever release them.” You told him and he gave you a tight-lipped smile. The night went on and you lost track of time, laughing, drinking and screaming with everyone from the cast. You didn’t notice your assistant approaching, telling you it was time to leave.

“Noooo, just a little longer, please?” You pouted, your sight blurring from the sudden movement.

“(Y/N), there’s paparazzi outside and we have to be in London tomorrow, we’re meeting with the producer.”

“Girl, it’s been suck a good time! Don’t leave!” Ester drunkenly said, wrapping her arms around your neck.

You carefully made your way saying goodbye. You sensed Arón was bothered by something, so you were planning on just waving goodbye, but he surprised you by getting up from his seat, his slim frame towering over you.

“It’s been a pleasure to meet you.” He said looking for your eyes after whispering in your ear so that you could hear him over the loud music.

You lost your breath for a second. “Likewise.” You held onto his bicep before leaving a kiss on his cheek.

His hand carefully pressed on your back before returning the innocent peck on the cheek.

Your body was covered in chills, not noticing when Jorge hugged you goodbye and whispered on your ear:

“Arón��s just shy, you should give him a chance.”

Next think you knew, you were met with flashes as you were driven to the airport.

On the other side, Arón’s head was spinning, intoxicated by the smell of your perfume.

For him, the night left as soon as you left. He didn’t say much, but he hoped you knew he was infatuated, his eyes eyes couldn’t get enough of your body and his body covered in chills every time he heard your laugh.

He was lying on his bed, his cold hand resting on his naked torso when he got a notification. He rolled his eyes, he only got notifications from verified accounts, so it probably was another Instagram model trying to get his attention.

@(y/n) is now following you.

Fuck, he wasn’t going to sleep.

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Next morning, you woke up on your bed, your head pounding, not really remembering how you got there. You didn’t even remember getting on the plane, let alone getting home.

The phone buzzed. You tried to ignore it, but when it vibrated for the third time, you know it was your assistant telling you that you were supposed to be in the studio.

The day went by quickly, smiling when you were back home, finally giving you time to check your instagram, where Jorge had tagged you in a story. Now you were remembering that you followed everyone from the cast on your way to the airport last night. And you realized they were following you too.

Yes, Arón included.

Remembering the new pair of underwear Calvin Klein sent you after their newest campaign, you put on the red set with the white elastic with the brand name written on it.

You didn’t think before posting.

@(y/n): thirst trap ;) #MyCalvins

On the other side of the screen, Arón refreshed his feed on the right time, releasing the smoke from his lungs as he cursed to himself, not realizing he was typing.

@aron.piper: it worked. 

Now he was counting the days to see you again, swiftly writing your name to send a private message. 

we should meet again soon.

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I'm thinking about turning it into a series, so let me know if you like it!

[r0b1ns]

ELITE MASTERLIST

Guide:

🔥 - SMUT

💙 - MALE READER

💚 - GN READER

🌺 - FLUFF

🌧️ - ANGST

ALL

BOYFRIEND WHO GOES TO PUBLIC SCHOOL💙

PATRICK

FIRST MORNING 🌺💙

[iwriteimagines]

jealous | arón piper imagine

a/n: sorry for the mistakes. english isn't my first language. requests are open.

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starring in a netflix tv show has been one of your dreams ever since you started acting. when you got a role in the famous show, élite, you were ecstatic. you were so anxious on your first day, because you came when they started shooting season 3 and the cast already knew each other. even though at the end of the day, you were there for work, not to make friends. that would be just a nice bonus.

and it was a nice bonus. amazing one actually. there wasn't one person you wouldn't like. everyone was sweet and nice. they all made you feel welcomed. you knew you'd be friends for a long time.

you were shooting with arón the most since you were playing a character that was ander's new best friend. that meant you spent a lot of time with him. not only during the scenes, but also when you were on breaks and you shared rides home. you weren't best friends only in the show, but also in real life. but you started to catch feelings. who wouldn't after spending every day with someone. and you knew he felt something too. he had to. you weren't oblivious and he wasn't good at hiding it. every time you had to kiss someone on the set, he either just stared at you and then wouldn't talk to you for a while or he left the room.

it was like this until the final day of shooting. hanging out every day, flirting constantly. you wanted him to make the first move. but you were also getting bored. so you thought why not prove that you're right. and there was only one way to do that. to make him jealous.

after the final scene, you all decided to go to a club to celebrate.

you all were starting to get a little drunk. arón was searching for you with his eyes all the time. that's when you decided it was a good idea to do what you were about to do.

"it's show time, ladies." you said as you looked at estér and danna who knew about your plan and your feelings the whole time.

you went over to a random guy and started dancing with him. really closely. you didn't expect arón to come over as quickly as he did. he grabbed your hand and pulled you outside.

"y/n, are you out of your damn mind?" he yelled. "that was a stranger. he could've assaulted you or something."

"and why do you care?" you got him exactly where you wanted.

this caught him off guard. "i don't." he turned around and went back into that club. you didn’t expect that kind of response. you thought he’d confess his love for you.

those two words made your night worse. you returned to that club, danna and estér already waiting for you with a drink, assuming what happened since they saw arón storm in.

"why does he have to be so stubborn? why can't he just realise that he likes me?"

"maybe this is all new to him or he's just scared of admitting his feelings to himself and to you." estér said.

"you should go and talk to him." danna added, looking at arón sitting in a booth with a drink in his hand.

you stood up and made your way over to him.

"i'm sorry." you said while sitting down.

he just looked at you with a weak smile. "i've liked you for some time now and i thought you liked me too. so i tried to make you jealous, but obviously it didn't work." you said while looking on the ground. he was silent for a while.

"hey, look at me."

"i like you too." you both smiled and he leaned in. "and you did make me jealous." you chuckled at his remark and smashed your lips onto his.