#guzmán nunier x reader

[criesinliess]

━MARCH 2023; susan's recs

LOCKWOOD&CO

knock knock. who's there? @klineinie

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

a taste of normalcy @websterss

the stray from arif's @↑

everything @frogserotonin

marker mayhem @oblivious-idiot

no one else @vi-trying-to-survive

public displays @↑

the language of longing. looks and stolen glances @fleetingvow

at times like these @teaandransacking

out the window @givemea-dam-break

patch you up @↑

you left me @↑

anthony @↑

i know it hurts @warrenposts

love me, forever, always @klineinie

dancing with our hands tied @bloodcanbehot

i wish you would @↑

you talk too much @helloooofandoms

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

━━JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

tiktok trouble @ultralightpoe

do you want me to lie, sir? @simpforrooster

the princess and the hangman @↑

howdy, darlin'; part2 @↑

━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

daddy would say yes @roosterforme

GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

six months @grimbanes

the king @magpiencrow

bejeweled @honeyfict

━━NIKOLAI LANTSOV

i want you to want me; part2 @sophierequests

the one you think about as you lie awake; part2 @↑

young royals @clairecrive

stars in the night @↑

currents @lantsovsupremacist

august @↑

sick & stubborn @fleurspun

healer’s duties @↑

the art of pretension @↑

speak up @prince-septimus

SPIDER-MAN

━━ANDREW!PETER PARKER

you're not peter parker; part2 @curseofaphrodite

coffee run @↑

caviar and cigarettes @↑

MARVEL

━━DRUIG

unrequired; part2 @givemea-dam-break

MARAUDERS ERA

━━JAMES POTTER

getaway car @curseofaphrodite

mortal enemies @↑

━━SIRIUS BLACK

collide @curseofaphrodite

━━REGULUS BLACK

drunk nights; part2 @curseofaphrodite

the door @↑

words unsaid @↑

the break-in; part2 @↑

wishes and a gift @↑

of monsters and men @↑

the best man @↑

tricks and charms @↑

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

━━PRINCE CASPIAN

my prince @heliads

OUTER BANKS

━━JJ MAYBANK

assigned seat @quin-ns

fiending for something, might just be a meaning @idcntlikedarkness

a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind @↑

throw another stone at a glass house @↑

went out searching for an angel, then you came to me my darling @↑

━━RAFE CAMERON

whipped @mrsstarkey1

said you’re smoking less, and then you ashed it on your chest @idcntlikedarkness

this too shall pass @probably-writing-x

another? @↑

country club @a-aexotic

rafe defending pogue!reader @↑

no for one night stand @↑

i'd choose you over anyone @↑

cuddle buddies; part2 @fantasylandloser

tear-stained cheeks @sunraies

BULLET TRAIN

━━TANGERINE

safe house @quin-ns-moved

ÉLITE

━━GUZMÁN NUNIER

out of love; part2; part3; part4 @probably-writing-x

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

the way to his heart; part2 @adore-laur

little by little @↑

[oopsiedoopsie23]

Make them pay part 3 | Guzmán x reader

A/N: Hey friends! Thank you for being so patient with me I know that a lot of y’all really wanted this part to come out and had to wait through all of my schoolwork and The princess and the drummer. There will be one more part to this that I promise will be out within the next few days so stay tuned my loves. Also, this chapter is so long that my laptop was fucking lagging so hard as I was writing it so be prepared for a long one babes :)

Prompt: After discovering Polo’s secret, the reader must decide what she’ll do with her newfound information.

The three of you stood there, wide eyed, staring at one another, none of you knowing what quite to say. 

“Please tell me that I’m fucking dreaming, or that this is some sick joke.”

When neither of them responded, or looked you in your eyes, you couldn’t hold back the sob that was released from your body.

You crumpled to the ground, sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you let Ander’s words sink in.

Polo had killed Marina.

The two boys watched you in shock, somber expressions adorning their faces. 

Ander was the first to move towards you, kneeling down so that the two of you were eye level, before pulling you into an awkward embrace. 

After a few minutes, and hearing your breathing starting to even out, the boy pulled away from you, giving you an awkward pat on the back before muttering a soft “It’s okay.”

As Ander helps you stand and pick up all of the money that you had dropped on the ground, you realize that Polo was still standing in front of you, watching you with weary eyes.

He steps forward, arm reaching out towards you, but before he could place his hand onto your arm, you flinch,

“Don’t you dare touch me!” 

“Y/N, please I can explain!”

Polo tried to reach for you again but you just swatted his hand away backing away from him,

“I don’t want your fucking explanation, you fucking killed her! You killed Marina!”

Ander silently hands you the envelope with a terrible attempt of a smile on his face when realization dawns on you, 

“Wait a minute...you fucking knew? What the fuck Ander! Why the hell didn’t you tell the police or Guzmán sooner?” you realized that you were now trembling, shaking with fear as you yelled, but you didn’t care, you were too shocked and angry to do so.

“Because he knew what was right for Guzmán” your eyes narrow at Polo as you watch his eyes harden as he walks towards you once again.

You feel anger and courage begin to course throughout your veins as you take in the words coming out of Polo’s mouth, and before you could stop yourself, or even think for that matter, you slap his cheek as hard as you can.

“You don’t get to fucking talk, you don’t get to fucking pretend that you care about Guzmán and what’s best for him when you killed his fucking sister!” 

You watch as Polo’s eyes suddenly become darker and his jaw clench, he suddenly grips his hands onto your shoulders and pushes you against the lockers, making you grunt from the sudden impact.

“POLO!” your eyes widen but you refuse to give in and show the boy how terrified you truly were, as Ander’s cry falls deaf upon his ears.

“What? Are you gonna kill me too?”

Polo’s grip around your shoulders tighten as he moves even closer towards you, your noses almost touching.

His voice lowers, speaking quietly enough that you would be the only one to hear him, “If you know what’s best for both, you and Guzmán then you wouldn’t tell him about any of this. How do you think he’d react to his best friend killing his sister, and the other carrying his secret hm? I know you Y/N, I know that you’re barely holding him together right now but what would happen if he found this out? He’d fucking explode...and you wouldn’t be able to pick up the pieces.”

As his last words leave his mouth, he lets go of your shoulders, sending you one last glare before leaving you, still pressed against the lockers, on the verge of breaking down once again.

“Y/N I-”

“Don’t Ander...just fucking don’t.”

You take a quick breath, wiping the tears out of your eyes, careful to not smudge your makeup as you push yourself off of the lockers.

You pick up your discarded purse and phone off of the ground and begin to walk away, not once looking Ander in the eyes.

You’re almost at the end of the hallway when you stop, turning your head to the side slightly so that from the corner of your eye, you could see Ander, still in the hallway, watching you leave,

“The envelope is for your mom...tell her that my parents said thank you for the flowers she sent us last week.”

And with that, you strutted out of the hallway, walking past your next class and instead walking right out of the doors of Las Encinas.  

You mentally thank yourself for choosing to drive yourself to school today, as you shakily open the door to your car, releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

The next week~

You quietly mutter a soft apology as you rush into your Calculus class, ignoring your teacher’s remarks about your tardiness. 

It was your first time coming to school in a week. The first few days were easy, your parents were still on their relaxing trip to America, leaving you to easily skip school and lay in bed, pretending like you weren’t betraying your boyfriend. But when your parents returned, you had claimed to be feeling under the weather, which you could only pretend to have for so long before they rushed you back to school.

So, this morning you ‘pretended’ to sleep through your alarm, earning a harsh lecture from your mother but, allowing you to walk into calculus 45 minutes late.

You quietly sit down in your usual seat, beside Guzmán, doing your best to avoid the gazes of Polo and Ander. 

“Hey, are you alright?”

You tensed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, in the same spot that Polo had, the week prior. You gently shrug it off earning a confused glance from your boyfriend,

“Yes...why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, last week after class, when we were supposed to go to your house after school, I couldn’t find you, on top of that, you haven’t been to school in a week, you haven’t been answering my calls, and I even asked Carla and Lu, and both of them said that they hadn’t heard from you either...it’s just really unlike you.”

You gulped as you put on the most convincing smile you could, “I’m fine Guzmán I promise...I was just sick and my since my parents were in America so I managed to get a few more days of rest.”

“You were sick? Why didn’t you tell me? I could have come over and kept you company...especially since your parents weren’t home.”

You laugh, genuinely, for the first time in a week, “Guzmán being with your sick girlfriend is definitely not sexy.”

“You’re always sexy.”

“Oh stop, now you’re just being cheesy.” you smile, turning to face him to swat at his arm, but once you look into his beautiful, happy eyes, you feel the guilt start to settle in your stomach once again.

Stop Y/N, remember, you’re doing this for him...if he finds out he would fall apart again, he would lose everyone, pull yourself together.

You manage to pull yourself back together for the rest of the class, resorting to tuning out most of what Guzmán’s saying, choosing to just nod and hum in agreement when needed, in order to stop your overflowing amount of guilt.

As class ends, you scramble, gathering your things and trying your best to make it out of the room without having to look at Polo or Ander at all. 

“Hey, I’ll see you at lunch?”

You once again, hum in agreement, trying your best to not blurt out Polo and Ander’s secret right then and there, from how guilty you were feeling.

“Great, I’ll see you then, my love.” 

You felt him give you a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaving the room to go to his next class.

You sigh as you pick up your purse,

This is gonna be a long ass day.

Another week later~

You frown slightly before quickly replacing it with a soft smile, as you find Guzmán leaning against your locker.

“Hey...what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you.”

You roll your eyes and let a genuine smile grace your lips as you push him off of your locker, using your key to open it.

“How come you don’t do that anymore?”

Your heart beats faster, as you try your best to not show how nervous you had suddenly become,

“Do what?”

“Smile, joke...I don’t know be you?”

“Guzmán, I don’t know what you’re ta-”

“Trust me, you do know what I’m talking about. Ever since that day where you showed me the photo of Polo and Carla and we made out on the steps, you’ve been acting weird.”

“Guzm-”

“No, let me finish. Ever since that day, you skipped a week of school, which I know even though you hate being here, you would never skip for that long without at least talking to me. And then this past week it feels like you’re not even fucking here because every time I see you you’re either running away from me or in you’re own freaking world, Y/N! So tell me...please...what the hell is going on.”

You lean into your locker, elbows resting on the bottom, rubbing your eyes with your hands, trying to stop yourself from crying.

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can Y/N please, you’ve gotten me through so much, between Marina, and all of the drugs and alcohol, you’ve been with me through every step of the way, never leaving my side, I promise I won’t leave yours.”

You began sobbing as you felt him pull you out of your locker and into his arms, softly rubbing your back to ease your crying.

“If you did something, we can figure it out...just let me in so we can figure it out together.”

You pull away from him, rubbing the tears out of your eyes as you take a deep breath.

He deserves to know.

“That day that I started acting weird, I-I left school early because someone told me something.”

“What? What is it...you can tell me, my love.”

You take another deep breath, holding Guzmán’s hand so that you wouldn’t bite your nails off in the midst of your confession.

“I-It was Polo...he killed Marina.”

You felt a weight come off of your shoulders as you say those words and the guilt slowly unraveling from your stomach. 

Letting out a breath of relief, you finally look up, into Guzmán’s eyes as you watch as the words begin to register in his brain.

But your heart breaks as he lets go of your hands, letting your hands drop back to your side.

“No...no you’ve got to be fucking kidding me Y/N, I swear to Go-”

“No Guzmán it’s true, it’s true! Believe me, after I was with you, I was going to Ander’s mom’s office to drop off my tuition when I saw Polo and Ander-”

“Oh for fucks sakes Y/N really? Now you’re bringing Ander into this?” you feel your heart break even more as Guzmán scoffs in disbelief,

“Because it’s true! Guzmán trust me! I saw them with my own two eyes!”

“They’re my best fucking friends Y/N why the fuck would Polo kill Marina! And why the hell would Ander fucking know, huh? This is some ridiculous bullshit and you know it!”

“No! You don’t believe me? Well I have fucking proof!”

You shakily grab your phone from your purse and scroll through your camera roll, to show Guzmán the recording you had of Polo and Ander arguing and revealing what had happened to Marina.

“Wait, where the fuck is it? It was right here, it should be right here!”

You scroll up and down your camera roll, looking through all of your photos and even checking your deleted photos, scrambling to find your one piece of evidence that you had.

“You know what Y/N this is fucking unbelievable, you’re fucking unbelievable! I can’t believe that you would say this, that you would do this! I mean my best fucking friends!”

“Guzmán I can explain, the video was right here!”

“No, you were the one person! The one person that I had! That I could trust to never do something like this! To not try to pull me away from my friends, create stupid lies t-to make me all yours or something, that’s fucking disgusting Y/N!”

You watch as he runs his fingers through his hair in anger and frustration. And you feel the tears streaming down your face, revealing your own frustration in the situation.

“Guzmán I’m not fucking lying!”

“Then give me one reason why you can’t be lying, huh? Give me one fucking good piece of evidence proving that my best friend killed my sister and my other best friend is helping him cover it up! God, do you know how fucking crazy you sound right now, Y/N?”

“I-I-” you stutter as you realize that you have nothing to prove your point, nothing to show Guzmán that you weren’t some crazy girl trying to have him all to yourself.

“You know, I thought that I fucking knew you, Y/N. When you moved here, I thought that you were different, that you weren’t like the rest of the girls. I thought that you would never try to make up stupid shit, and play me like a fucking fool to take me away from my friends. An-And to say that they killed Marina, my sister? That’s fucking sick!”

At this point you were full on sobbing, you were pleading, pleading with your eyes, ready to kneel on the ground and beg for Guzmán to believe you. But, he wouldn’t even look you in the eye or even face you.

“You know, I can’t even look at you. I loved you, I trusted you! I called you my love for fucking sakes!”

You gasped as he clenched his fist and punched the locker out of pure anger.

He punched it again and again, and after the fourth time, you were about to throw yourself in front of him, believing that him punching you would at least be better than having to watch his hand slowly start to cut open and bleed.

“Guzmán please.”

“No. No Y/N, don’t.”

“Guzm-”

“Don’t!”

You flinch as he yells at you, finally turning towards you and what’s left of your heart drops when you look at him.

His eyes, the eyes that once looked at you adoringly, that were once filled with passion and love, were now dark and empty. Filled with rage and disappointment. Rage and disappointment for you. 

You try to reach towards him, to touch his arm, his hand, his cheek, something, to let him know that you were sorry, but true. 

He swings his arm away from yours just as your fingertips were about to brush against his, 

“I said don’t Y/N! I can’t, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t!”

Your eyes widen as the words leave his mouth, your jaw drops in shock.

“No Guzmán please, please!”

“I’m done...we’re over. Don’t talk to me ever again.”

You watch as he turns around, not sparing you another glance as he walks away.

A strangled cry leaves your lips as you slowly sink to the ground, sobbing, as he slowly becomes smaller and smaller in your vision before he turns a corner and your vision blurs from the tears streaming down your face once again. 

“Please...please”

And for the second time in weeks, in the same old halls of Las Encinas, you’re on the floor sobbing, because of the boy you loved.

But this time you know that it’s not because you didn’t know what to tell him, but because you know that you’ve lost him...for good.

[shelby-love]

#14 GUZMAN NUNIER

Pairing: Guzmán Nunier x Reader

A/N: I'm someone who has a love-hate relationship with this guy. Sometimes he annoyes me so much that I want to slap him and other times he's sweet and I love him.

Original link: 1st Birthday Bundle

Guzmán used to the primary culprit in trying to belittle you and your friends and make you feel small when you enrolled in Las Encinas through a scholarship.

Your birthday last year was the day you dreaded the most. Because you knew he would take something from it and twist it in a way that would ruin it for you completely.

But just a year later, after many things happened, the two of you were put through temptation which ended in you dating.

That's why your 17th birthday suddenly didn't feel so scary anymore.

You walk outside your home to see Guzmán waiting for you outside. He's leaning against his flashy car with sunglasses covering his pretty eyes.

"Mingling with us mere humans I see?" You tease, noticing his designer outfit.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny." He mumbles amused by your attempt to tease him. He takes a few long strides towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. And another one after that. And after that one too.

Almost as if you didn't see him at school this same morning.

You snatch his sunglasses of just as he's about to protest. "Hap-"

"No!" You clamp your mouth over his mouth. "If I hear another person say those words to me I will-"

In a spur of fast movements and male overpowerement you find yourself on your boyfriend's shoulder.

Guzmán walks around to the passenger seat without a care in the world, almost as if he's immune to all of the stares your neighbours are giving him.

"Guzmán!"

He settles you in the car, "I'm treating you today. You know why? Because it's your birthday mi amor. Feliz cumpleaños."

That's how you find yourself in his car while he sings birthday songs to you all the way to the club where all of your friends are waiting.

The whole night you're pampered with his kisses and champagne while your friends enjoy the fun night meant to celebrate your birthday to full extent.

[christineeej94]

Fight for love ❤

a/n: so, i ask my friend @aronthelacosteboy​ to give me a request. i want to see how she is feeling everytime. i appreciate her and her work so much. also, i’m a very proud friend. returning to the subject, i ask her and she give me. thank you and love you 🌻

the request:  Hi! I wanted to request an Arón x reader, ofc if you are writing this kind of stuff. Maybe where Miguel and Arón are having a fight on the set of Élite and when the reader came between them, it finds out that they are fighting for them and the reader admits that he has feelings for Arón and they share their first kiss. 

warnings: i think bad writing and some  inappropriate language

word count: 1183

Today is a great day on set. Everybody is working hard for the last episode of season 3. I remember when I came here for casting. I was there with my best friend, Miguel, he wanted the role of Guzmán Nunier and I was there for the role of Lu. Me and Miguel were best friends for a long time, since high school. Before I start acting in Élite like Polo’s cousin, I had a crush on him, because he is smart and gentle. Then I realized that he is like a brother to me. On our first day on set, when I met everybody, I was feeling like I am part of a big beautiful family. Danna, Ester and Mina taught me so much things, Itzan shared with me his passion for ski and then is Arón. He was the first who help me when I had a panic attack when we were filming the second season. He calmed me and hugged me the whole time. From that day we were good friends but he is very restrictive when it comes to talk about his private life. At the end of season 2 I figured out that I am in love with him. I love everything about him, his cologne, his curls, his eyes and his height. For me is the definition of perfection.  He just sees me like a friend.

 I finished my scene with Alvaro a while ago and now I am going with Mina to grab something to eat. I was starving, so I take a burger and a donut. I seat beside Mina and Itzan, Ester and Omar join us. Miguel texts me to bring a sandwich and some fries for him, but he is late. When we were finished our food, I get up to find Miguel. His food is cold now but still good and I want him eat because he hadn't a chance to have something in his stomach until now. 

 I'm walking to the makeup room when he is suppose getting  done for the scene with Arón.

" You should tell her, Arón, you can't play with her like that." I heard Miguel scream so I walk faster.

 "I'm not playing with anybody, but she is complicated, she is fucking different then other girls. " Arón screams as well and they find me staring in the door of the makeup room. What the hell they are talking about.

 "(Y/N), what are you doing here? You're suppose waiting for me at the cafeteria." Miguel talk to me and I rolled my eyes. He is so bossy sometimes. Arón watch us for a moment and walks away without saying a word. He looks furious and irritated.

" Why are you guys fighting about? " I ask Miguel, but he change the subject very fast.

" Doesn't matter chica, give me some food. " I put he’s food on the table and go outside to get some fresh air. Tonight is the celebration party for the final season. I'm so glad that I met this incredible people. In 5 weeks I want to move to Barcelona, I got a job for a new movie. I didn't accepted yet, but I will do it. I'm not brave enough to confess my love for Aron, I’m such a coward. In this months I was struggling with my myself to tell him what I’m feeling. Tonight I’m going to let him know. If I’ll be rejected I'll be alright. He didn't show that he likes me so I'm fine with the thought that he is going to reject me. the rest of the day  I spend it with Mina and Omar. When I arrive home I was already late. Danna is going to pick me up in 40 minutes so I start preparing myself. I put on a black velvet dress and some high heels. My eyes are waring a bold makeup. I want tonight to be a great night. I want to drink until I get drunk.  In the mirror I'm looking right now is a different girl from that girl how came in Madrid 4 years ago. I'm glowing. I hope Arón is going to remark me, I hope I can make my move and confess my feelings.

 “Hey, beautiful.” I enter in Danna’s car and I hugged her. She is so stunning with her pink overall and her curly hair.“I think I’m going to tell him, Danna” I told her when she stopped at the red light. Danna is supriesed  and doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds.

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" "I hope he is a smart boy and he doesn't hurt your feelings. You are a jewel, cariña."

 We finally arrive at the party and after a photoshoot with the whole cast we can start the actually party. I get a little bit tipsy after a few hours. Now i'm dancing with Omar on a reggaeton song and I observ Miguel talking with Arón at the bar. Suddenly I was thirsty. I left my partner on the dance floor and being so dizzy I start going to the bar.

"I want to talk to you, mister Lacoste." I approach Arón and he is looking so good in that Balenciaga t-shirt. He came after me on a couch.

"I have something to confess." I screamed over the loud music but he doesn't understand me. He is looking deeply in my eyes and take my hands in his. 

My breathing intensifies and I want to kiss his lips so bad. But I don't have the chance cause he get up and drag me outside.

"¡Joder!" "What do you want, (Y/N), why you are stick your nose in my life and made it complicated." the cold breezze wake me up from my dizziness and realise what Arón is telling me.

"I’m sorry, I think it’s a mistake that I’m here.” I told him and I want to go far away.

 “No, don’t take it that way, I have to tell you something too” he catch my hand and come closer. I feel his breath on my face.

"Ladies first." Aron giggles and I blush. That's the time when I going to screw up everything.

"Forget it, it's nothing important." I whisper and I want to enter back in club.

"Then it's my turn.” Arón took a deep breath “(Y/N), I love you"

First I think he is joking with me but he looks very serious. I feel my heart beating so fast and my hands are shaking.

"I love you too, Arón" I said and he smiles. He is beautiful in every way but when he is smiling is the most beautiful person.

He takes my face in his palms and he approaches his face to mine. Arón pressed his lips against mine. First in a soft, delicated kiss, then becoming more and more special and passional.

"Now, you aren't moving anymore, don't you?" he told me after the kiss and I laughed.

"I don't think so."

"Good, because I want my girlfriend here with me"

[cactiem]

You’re Not Fine

Pairing: Guzmán Nunier x Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: You’re best friends with Nadia who gets into some trouble

Warning: teen pregnancy, mentions of abortion

GIF Not Mine

Emptiness. A sense of dread. That’s what you felt staring at the stick in your hand. Like you were just going to be another statistic. That you were fulfilling what was expected of you. The incoming message on your phone brought you out of your spiralling thoughts. Glancing at it you saw that it was from the last person you wanted to speak to now so you ignored it. You grabbed your things, plastering a fake smile on as you went to your next class, the test tucked safely away in your bag.

Nadia was your closest friend at your new school, having grown closer since moving their. She saw right through your fake smile. After class, she gently grabbed your arm pulling you into an empty room. "What’s wrong, Y/N?" She asked you.

"It’s nothing. I’m fine." You lied, shrugging Nadia's hand off your shoulder.

"It’s not nothing. You can lie to them but not to me." She said, grabbing your arm again to stop you from leaving. You tried to shrug it off again but this time your bag fell, the test falling out. You both looked at each other before rushing to grab it. It was too late though as Nadia saw it. Her eyes widened as your eyes glossed over, tears threatening to fall. "Who’s the father?"

"It doesn’t matter." You mumbled. No one knew about the two of you and you wanted to keep it that way but Nadia was persistent. She asked you again. This time you felt the words spill out of your mouth.

"Y/N." She hissed, almost scolding you for being so careless.

"It was one time." You lied. It was more than that. You had fallen for him. "I don’t know what to do." You cried, your body wracked with sobs.

Nadia wrote down a number and handed it you. "Here. It’s the number to the clinic my sister used." She said. You looked up shocked, wiping away the tears. "It may be against my beliefs but I’m here for you, Y/N."

"Thank you." You thanked her. The bell rang and the two of you went your separate ways to class.

-

You had every intention of going in yet you found yourself standing outside, fixed in one spot. You didn’t have the guts to do it, well alone at least. Nadia had offered to go with you but you didn’t want to put her in an uncomfortable position so you went by yourself. You gave up when your phone repeatedly buzzed, texts coming through asking where you were. You went home after that, working up the courage to come back another day.

It was a shock when you woke up the next day and looked into your post box, seeing an envelope full of cash. As if it was a trigger, your phone started ringing, an unknown number on the screen. "Hello?" You answered.

"Stay away from my son." The man on the other end of the line said. You didn’t get a chance to ask who it was as he continued, although you already knew. "Take the money and get rid of that child. Move out of town. Leave my son." He hung up before you had a chance to argue with him. It was as if it was settled the moment the words left his mouth.

You didn’t have a choice but to follow his orders. You didn’t want to but he was a powerful man who could ruin yours and your family’s life. While you didn’t accept the money you did ignore Guzmán, no matter how much it hurt. What you didn’t expect was to find him outside your window one night. You quickly opened it, ushering him inside before anyone saw him. "You’re alive then." He joked, walking further into your room. You but your lip, nervous what he’ll say when he sees the money which you stupidly left on your desk. "What’s this?" Guzmán asked holding the envelope up.

"I- I can explain." You stuttered out.

"Where did you get this from?" He continued. He had an idea who gave it you but he didn’t want it to be true. "Was it my father? That’s why you’ve been ghosting me because he paid you to?"

"No!" You exclaimed. You hated that he thought you would drop him for some money. "I mean, yes, he tried to bribe me but I didn’t want it. I just didn’t know what to do with the cash."

"Then why have you been ignoring my texts?"

"I’m just going through some shit." You mumbled.

"If you’re going through something you tell me so I can help and be there for you." Guzmán said, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him.

"I’m pregnant." You blurted out, not being able to keep it from him anymore. At first, Guzmán was shocked by your confession, freezing slightly before relaxing again. He leaned his head against yours, your noses brushing.

"We’ll figure this out. Together."

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the party | guzmán nunier osuna

Fandom: Elite Pairing: Guzmán x Female!Reader Warnings: drinking, jealousy Word Count: 587 Summary: You meet Guzmán at a party for the very first time. After hours spent together on the kitchen floor you quickly forget who you came to the party with. 

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The party carried on into the night as Samuel’s tiny apartment filled to the brim with sweaty bodies. Everyone was drinking and dancing like they'd forgotten it was a school night. 

You found yourself in the middle of the crowd with Nano who was moving as if his limbs were made of spaghetti. His arm wound its way around you and his face was an epic picture of pure excitement. One of your hands was playing with his hair to the beat of the song as the other held onto a half empty beer bottle. 

“I told you tonight would be fun!” Nano exclaimed and spun you around. He was now behind you, arms wrapped around your waist with your back pressed tightly against his chest. “All you had to do was trust me!” You rolled your eyes at his comment but didn’t say anything, just swayed your hips to the music in sync with him. 

The song ended and so did his embrace. He kissed your forehead and without saying a word disappeared between the rowdy teens. You finished what was left of your beer and pushed through towards the kitchen. Sighing you searched the place for a clean solo cup, unsuccessfully. 

Suddenly a hand with a clear plastic cup appeared in front your eyes. “Here.” Hesitantly you grabbed it and looked up at your saviour. “I grabbed a few spares at the beginning of the party, couldn't risk catching any diseases.” 

You smiled at the wide eyed boy and thanked him while reaching out your hand to shake his. “I’m Y/N.” He smiled at you. “Guzmán, nice to meet you.” 

The rest of the night you spent sitting on the kitchen floor, talking. Guzmán listened to every word that came out of your mouth. He took in every poorly formulated sentence you mumbled under the influence and replied with wit, making you laugh like you’d never laughed before. And as the hours go by it becomes the best conversation you’ve ever had.  

“You’re Nano’s girlfriend, aren't you?” You laughed at his assumption. “No, we’re just friends.” “It didn’t look like friendship to me on that dance floor.” You raised an eyebrow, “You were watching me?” Guzmán’s smiled. “Maybe.”

The two of you sit frozen for a moment looking into each others eyes. You could feel the world spinning around you but for some strange reason it didn't matter, nothing mattered. 

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the simplicity of your instant connection. Perhaps it was the easy flow of conversation which made Guzmán feel as if he had known you forever. He moved his head closer to yours. Both your breaths shaking from fear and excitement.

He gently leaned in and kisses your warms lips. Unable to contain yourself anymore, you grab his face in your hands and cradle onto his lap. For a moment he breaks apart, only to catch his breath and smile at you, before he pulls you back into a fiery and passionate kiss. 

The party goers passed by the kitchen paying no attention to the two of you, all but one. After an argument with Samuel, Nano found himself looking for his best friend. The last place he expected to find you was on top of Guzmán, your hands working their way around his body. 

A strange feeling of anger and jealous ran through him as he watched you kiss Guzmán. But to you, it didn't matter who watched because you were experiencing pure bliss. Guzmán was an amazing kisser.      

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Tears In Your Eyes

Summary: After finding out that your best friend got killed you storm off, only to run into the brother of your dead friend.

Pairing: Guzmán Nunier Osuna x Reader

Request: /

Warning: /

Word Count: 1.135

(A/N: This can be read on its own but it’s intended to be the second part to ‘Enemies to Lovers?’ )

     “I know this must be a shock for you,” the detective, whose name you had already forgotten, guessed, causing you to scoff at her. 

     Shock. 

     Of course, you were shocked, more than that, even. 

     Who wouldn’t be when they get woken up by a detective asking them to come to their precinct just to tell them that their best friend was murdered the night before? The second the words left the detective’s mouth you felt like your world was collapsing around you. 

     Marina was your best friend, she had been there for you during every breakup, bad grade and other typical high school drama while you stood by her side when she was diagnosed with HIV as well as when she discovered that she was pregnant with the child of Samuel’s brother Nano. As much as it had pained you to know she would leave with the father of her child you told her, several times, that if she needed any help you’d be there for her, not caring what other people would say about you. 

     And now she was gone. 

     Someone had killed her and the detective in front of you wouldn’t tell you who was responsible for her death. For all you knew, they might’ve suspected you as well but after you clarified that you weren’t at the party, that was held in celebration of another successfully finished school year, when Marina was murdered the blonde woman showed more sympathy towards you. You had left the party early due to a migraine, rushing home as soon as the pounding headaches started where you immediately laid down and fell asleep, your parents confirming your alibi to the police.

     “(Y/N), can you tell us anything about this trophy? It doesn’t matter how irrelevant you think it might be, anything you know can help us find out who did this,” the woman asked you, sliding a picture of the bloody trophy across the cold metal table. It was as suddenly you finally registered what happened, the picture making you realise what you had been trying to deny all this time. 

     “Marina is dead,” you mumbled, almost as if you were in trance, to yourself, the lump that was forming in your throat causing your voice to sound nasal and rough.

     “I’m sorry. We’re gonna do anything we can to find-“

     “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurted out, pushing your chair back as you felt tears rising behind your eyes.

     Opening the door for you the detective didn’t even get a chance to say anything else to you as you stormed past her, pressing your hands against your eyes as you furiously tried to stop the tears from spilling down your face. Just as you entered the waiting hall you nearly collided with a body, the person’s hands steadying you by gripping onto your shoulders. Looking up you looked into the eyes of the brother of your dead best friend, Guzman. Before he could say anything to you, you took a step back, his arms falling to his side as you scurried through the big entrance hall into the hallway that led you to the bathrooms. Absentmindedly you recognised your friends and classmates sitting on the wooden chairs, their eyes following you as you rushed past them.

     Throwing open the door to the bathrooms you couldn’t help the sob that left your mouth, pressing your hand against your mouth to stifle the sobs that wanted to escape you as you pressed your back against the cold, white tiles of the bathroom, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the hard floor. Hugging your legs to your chest you let your forehead rest against your knees, tears freely falling down your cheeks and onto your shirt, wetting the material.

     Just as you were wiping the tears from your cheeks the door next to you opened, revealing Guzman who immediately saw you sitting on the floor of the bathroom with wet eyes, tears running down your face.

     Without a single word he sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shaking shoulders to pull you close to his body, the smell of his cologne filling your nose as you leaned your head against his shoulder. Silent tears escaped both your eyes, his wetting the top of your hair in the process. Not that you cared, you were both mourning the death of a loved person after all.

     “She really cared about you,” Guzman interrupted the silence, causing you to look up to him.

     “I really care about her, too…cared about her, too. She was my best friend after all,” you choked out.

     Guzman tightened the grip around your shoulder, pressing you even closer to his muscular chest as your tears wet his t-shirt while his hand ran up and down your arm, the motion slightly calming you down.

     You spend several minutes sitting in complete silence, both of you trying to figure out your thoughts, what to do, what to say next. All you knew was that your life was turned upside down, thrown off the rails, with the death of your best friend. But if that explained the weird sensation you felt in your stomach? You were not so sure.

     Before you knew it there was a knock on the door, Ander poking his head through the door to check on the both of you.

     “We’ll be out in a second, Ander,” Guzman said before the boy got the chance to say anything.

     Nodding his head Ander closed the door again, leaving Guzman and you alone.

     “(Y/N), I-“

     “Guzman, I’m-“

     You both tried to speak at the same time, causing a soft chuckle to escape the both of you.

     “I’m sorry for being such a jerk to you all this time. I hope you can forgive me at some point.”

     “No, I’m sorry. I was prejudiced and treated you like the worst person on earth. Marina really loved you and she always said you were better than I thought. I-I guess I should’ve listened to her earlier.”

     You looked up into his blue eyes but before you open your mouth again Guzman’s lips crashed into yours, knocking all air out of your lungs. After a few moments, you reached up to tangle your fingers into his soft hair, pulling his face even closer to yours as you felt yourself getting lost in the kiss.

     You didn’t know if you were kissing because of the pent up emotions, because of the loss of Marina or because you both felt like you needed the other but if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you knew you had to learn to live with the pain of losing someone you loved, and maybe even grow from it.

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Trust (Guzmán Nunier Oneshot)

Request: Can I get a jealous Guzmán x reader? Maybe he notices how readers always hanging out with Ander (he doesn't know about Ander's secret yet) and gets all annoyed or something? I feel like some angst and fluff tonight 😹 - @jesuiscielle

Summary: Guzmán gets jealous when you help Ander instead of going on a date with him.

Characters: reader, Guzmán, Ander, Polo, Omar (mentioned)

Pairing: Guzmán (Elite) x reader

Warning: language

Word Count: 700 words

Note: I tried to write it so the reader could be anyone (not just female) and I’d appreciate any improvements/advice/criticism anyone has for me. 

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“(Y/N), dinner tonight?” your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you as you went grabbed your book from your locker.

“I can’t tonight,” you said.

“Why not?” he asked as he spun you around. “You don’t want to hang out with me?” he whispered.

“You know I want to,” you replied as you grabbed his face gently. “But I can’t. I’m sorry.” You turned around to close your locker. “I'll see you in class.” You kissed his cheek.

“See you,” he mumbled.

You walked to your next class when Ander stopped you. “Hey, I saw you talking to Guzmán. You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”

“No, of course not,” you smiled. “I wouldn’t do that to you. What time should I come over?”

“Just...as soon as you can,” he said nervously. “I just...really need you to come.”

“Hey,” you said as you put your hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be there and no one will find out about it, okay?”

“Thanks,” he smiled.

As you walked into your next classroom, Polo grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled you down the hall, away from everyone.

“What exactly are you going to be doing at Ander’s house that no one will find out about?”

“I’m not cheating on Guzmán, Polo.”

“What are you and Ander doing then?”

“Ask Ander and maybe he’ll tell you,” you said as you pulled your arm away.

“(Y/N),” he said as you turned to leave.

“What, Polo?”

“Promise you’re not cheating on him?” he asked quietly.

“I swear, Polo,” you answered softly. 

“I’m sorry. I just-”

“I’m his girlfriend. Ander’s his best friend. We wouldn’t do that. I promise.”

“Okay,” he mumbled. “Sorry.”

You nodded “I know you’re just worried about him. He’s luck to have you to care about him.”

He smiled back at you.

You arrived at Ander’s house after school and he quickly let you into his room. “Thanks for coming,” he said nervously.

“What do you have so far?”

“Nothing. That’s why you’re here.”

“Ander, I’m sure you have some ideas. And, I don’t know Omar as well as you do.”

“I just want this dinner to be perfect, (Y/N). I’ve never had a boyfriend before...I’ve never had an anyone before. I don’t know how to plan an anniversary dinner.” You noticed him blushing slightly.

“Ander, don’t panic,” you grabbed his shoulders. “We can do this. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” You hugged him close.

“Do what?” you turned around and saw Guzmán. “Let go of my girlfriend, you asshole.”

“Asshole? What are you talking about?” Ander asked confused.

“I can’t believe you two would do this to me! You’re my-”

“Guzmán, we’re not doing anything,” you glared at him.

“What were you doing?”

You stepped closer to him. “I think you should leave.”

“How do I know you’re not going to do anything?”

“Trust! I trust you when your ex girlfriend touches you all the time!”

“You know Lu doesn’t means shit to me!”

“And Ander is your friend! My friend! Our friend!”

Ander grabbed your arm slightly. “Look, we don’t have to do this now.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled before walking past Guzmán out the door.

You sat in your car in Ander’s driveway. You couldn’t bring yourself to move. You were so pissed you couldn’t stand it. You heard a knock on the passenger window. You glanced at your boyfriend and looked down at your hands. Guzmán slowly opened the door and sat in the seat.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Ander told me everything. I do trust you. When Polo told me what he heard and I just got-”

“Jealous?” you mumbled back.

“Yeah...I’m a real jealous asshole. Who really hopes you forgive him. And who really wants to take you out on a date to make it up to you.”

“I’m mad at you. Stop being cute,” you grumbled.

“You still think I’m cute?” he said as he grabbed your hand.

“You’re still an asshole, too,” you said finally looking him in the eye.

“A cute asshole?” he smiled.

“A cute asshole,” you finally gave in. 

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Make them pay | Guzmán x reader part 2

A/N: Feeling the love from all of y’all for my last 2 posts so thank you so much! And there should be another 1 or 2 parts of this mini series btw, so happy reading :)

Prompt: Guzmán broke up with the Reader after she tells him about Polo and she had known for a while. But once Polo and Carla discover that she told Guzmán she gets seriously injured. (during season 2)

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestion of sex

It’s been a few weeks since you spotted Carla and Polo hooking up in the changeroom and at first you didn’t think much of it, too busy with school and  Guzmán to think about anything else. 

But it wasn’t until today when you had walked into the lunch room with Guzmán that you had remembered about the incident. 

“What do you think is going on there?” you look up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and see him glaring at Samuel and...Carla? The two seemed to be shamelessly flirting, with Carla leaning seductively over the table eating some of Samuel’s pasta. “That’s...odd” 

“Tell me about it, makes me want to gag, Carla better be careful with him, murdering teenage girls might run in that family.” you roll your eyes but keep your mouth shut. “Hey did Polo ever tell you if he and Carla got back together? I thought that they were getting better.” You look back at Guzmán and see that he had set his fork down and was now super tense. “Is everything good with you two?” 

“Yes...and no, I don’t fucking know anymore, him and Ander have been really weird lately, always whispering and keeping each other’s secrets.” he sighs. 

You look at your boyfriend with wary eyes. This was the last thing Guzmán needed, between Marina’s death, always having to see his sister’s murderer’s brother everyday and whatever drugs he was taking with Valerio, you could tell that he was already feeling like shit, when his best friends weren’t being assholes.

“If it makes you feel better, Carla’s being a bitch, but then again what else is new?” Guzmán chuckles, “You shouldn’t say that stuff, she is your friend, you know.”

You roll your eyes jokingly before sighing, “Believe it or not it seems like even Lu is more of a friend than Carla right now, she didn’t even tell me about her and Polo!” you swing your arms into the air in exasperation, to prove your point.

“Wait, Carla and Polo? What the hell?” you looked at Guzmán with wide eyes, “Polo didn’t tell you?” “Tell me what, Y/N?” You quickly dropped your fork and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand, dragging him out of the room and to the stairs.

“Polo seriously didn’t tell you?” “Y/N I think I’ve made it pretty clear that he didn’t tell me!” “Shhh! Stop being so loud, asshole, we can’t let people hear us!” you whisper yelled. “You better explain what the hell is going on!”

You sighed, “Do you remember that day that I had chased after Samuel to work on our French project?” “The one that you nearly failed because you forgot about it?” “Yeah, but you didn’t need to bring that up, jackass.” you both laughed before he cleared his throat, signalling you to continue with your story. “Well...I forgot about it for a reason.” You quickly took out your phone and showed Guzmán the photo.

“Is that?” “Yep, it’s our so called best friends having a quickie in the changeroom. And the best part is that Carla got super weird about it later, when we talked about it, that bitch was basically trying to threaten me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, what? What the hell did she say?” you sighed before intertwining your hands, “Meh, I don’t really remember or care, at this point the only thing I’ve got to lose is, you.”

Guzmán chuckles, you smile, you don’t remember the last time that you saw him smile like this. “You do realize that was super cheesy right?” You peck his lips, “Only for you, my love.” That line seemed to do it for Guzmán as the next thing you knew, he had closed the gap between the two of you once again, and you were making out. 

This definitely wasn’t the first time that the two of you had made out, but it was the first time that the two of you had ever gotten close to being intimidate since all the shit with Marina’s death began. It was as if the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other, as if the more you kissed, the more you could go back in time when the only things that the both of you would argue about was whether pineapple should be on pizza, or how he would get jealous of some lame lowerclassmen trying to flirt with you not to mention, a time where your friends weren’t dropping like flies. 

After a few minutes, the make out session had deepened and you could tell that if you didn’t stop soon, the two of you would be naked on the steps of your school’s atrium. 

You sucked in a breath, trying to stifle a moan as Guzmán began kissing your neck, remembering all of your sweet spots. “Guzmán...Guzmán we should stop here...before we turn into Carla and Polo.”

“Mm but don’t you want to recreate that photo, my love?” he chuckled as you jokingly swatted his arm. You pulled away from him slightly as you tried fixing your hair that was definitely a bit frizzier from Guzmán’s grasp. “I mean I wouldn’t mind it but maybe we can do it at my house later...in my shower.” you whisper seductively into his ear. 

You see Guzmán bite his lip and smile. But, before he can respond (or get you to do it sooner rather than later), you stand up, smoothing out your skirt and kiss him on the cheek. “Time for class my love, don’t think about me too much.” you smirk. You turn around, feeling his eyes graze over your body as you sway your hips and hear your heels clicking on the tiled floor.

“You’re such a fucking tease Y/N!” you giggle as you stick your middle finger to the air.

You had around 10 minutes left before your next class, but you wanted to stop by Mrs. Muñoz’s office to give her an envelope from your parents that included all of next semester’s tuition (in all cash baby). But as you rounded the corner, you couldn’t help but notice Polo and Ander talking, but it seemed like they were more like arguing at this point. 

You move a little closer, hiding behind a wall of lockers, trying to listen in on their conversation. 

“Polo, you need to turn yourself in before this gets worse!” “I can’t do it Ander! I just can’t!” your eyes widen as you realize how important their argument probably was. You quickly and silently dig into your purse, finding your phone and start recording to show Guzmán later. 

“You need to turn yourself in before I tell Guzmán that you killed Marina myself!”

You drop your envelope, thousands of euros falling to the ground.

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

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Make Them Pay | Guzmán x reader part 4

A/N: Here it is folks the end of this series! Thank you all for bearing with me, I had gotten so many comments over the past few weeks (I think that’s how long this series has been a thing honestly I’ve lost all sense of time). Anyways, this series has truly helped me grow as a writer while also challenging me like hell! Also, fun fact this was originally intended to be a one parter but after realizing how much I write for the smallest and literally least important scenes I had to turn it into a series lol. I think this kinda sucks but I hope y’all like it! Enjoy my loves!

Prompt: After telling Guzmán about Polo the reader has to deal with the aftermath.

Warnings: angst, blood, ambush, death, swearing

It had been 1 week, 1 week since your heart was shattered and you truly had no idea how you were supposed to continue life as if nothing had happened, at least that’s what your parents had told you to do.

After coming home early from school, eyes red and, snot running down your nose, your parents had allowed you to miss exactly 1 week of school. They allowed you to stay in bed, sobbing over Guzmán and your broken heart, letting you wallow in your shame and pity. 

But once your 1 week of allowed heartbreak was over, your mother had dragged you out of bed, tossed you your uniform and, shoved you out the door claiming, “There’s more to life than Guzmán.”

As she said that, you had to hold back tears, on the verge of another meltdown in the back of your family’s luxurious car. 

“Miss, we’ve arrived.”

You looked up and saw your driver giving you a sympathetic smile through the mirror.

You nodded, giving him a gracious smile in return, quickly wiping the rest of the tears out of your eyes before slowly opening the door of your car.

You took a deep breath before slamming your car door shut and walking up the steps to Las Encinas, keeping your head up high as you heard students gossiping amongst themselves as you walked by.

Within seconds, the murmurs and whispers around you had begun to piss you off, turning your sad and depressing mood into anger and frustration. Before you could punch some Freshman girl in the nose when you heard her not-so-subtly mention Guzmán at the sight of you, you decide to take out your headphones, plopping them onto your ears, playing the first song that was on your playlist.

You let your mind wander as you hear the familiar melodies travel through your ears as your body subconsciously takes you through the familiar hallways.

But it wasn’t until you had reached the main atrium, at the top of the steps when a familiar pair of eyes meets yours and you feel your heart stop.

You hear students grunt in annoyance as they weave their way around you, but you don’t move, as if you were frozen just by looking into those damn eyes.

To your credit, Guzmán seems to be in the same position, standing in the middle of the hallway, staring back at you, eyes also on the verge of tears. 

But it isn’t until Polo notices, pushing Guzmán a little, forcing him out of his trance and moving him along in the crowded hallway, not before sending you a quick glare.

“Well...guess the day’s already off to a great start.” you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

Today’s gonna be a long ass day.

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By the time lunch rolled around, you were completely over it.

You were over the sympathetic looks that all the teachers gave you, you were over all of the kids whispering to one another as you walk by and you were sure as hell over the glares that Polo would send you every so often.

But it seemed that the one thing that you couldn’t get over was Guzmán.

That morning, a few minutes after the incident in the hallway, you had stumbled into your first period class, mumbling your apologies to the teacher for being late (you had ‘accidentally’ lost track of time in the bathroom). And you had felt everyone’s eyes on you as you awkwardly stopped beside Guzmán and your usual seat, leaving you to mentally debate whether it was worth it, sucking it up and sitting beside him or, if it was better to just run out of the room.

Luckily, Nadia had pitied you and heard your silent pleas, as she silently got out of her seat, allowing you to sit beside Samu and leaving her to sit beside your ex. 

After that, you had pretty much skipped the rest of your classes, opting to just sit on the main staircase, staring at the empty hallways,

“Oh fuck this.” you sighed

You got up from your sad spot on the stairs and walked straight out the door of the school, taking your phone out of your purse, calling your driver.

“Hello...yes, are you able to pick me up from Las Encinas? I’m not sure I can survive being here much longer.” you sarcastically chuckle

But your driver responded with an apologetic no, saying that he was busy driving your mother to run her ‘errands’, which you knew really meant that she was getting her nails done on the other side of town.

“No...no...don’t bother I’ll just walk home, it’s fine.” you end the call and sigh, preparing yourself for the long walk ahead of you.

“Well...that’s just great isn’t it.”

You take out your headphones once again, letting the music relax your body, as you start your long walk home.

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By the time you were halfway home, you looked like a mess...but for the first time in weeks, you were happy...you felt carefree.

You still had your headphones covering your ears but, your shirt slightly untucked from your skirt and your heels in your hands, bopping and dancing to the music playing in your ears as you walked through the streets singing loudly, without a care in the world. 

You felt...free.

In these streets, by yourself, you weren’t Y/N L/N. You weren’t a rich teenager from the school of death, you weren’t the infamous Guzmán Nunier’s ex-girlfriend and you weren’t the girl that knew one of the darkest secrets at Las Encinas. You were just some girl wandering carelessly through the streets of the town. 

But all good things must come to an end right?

Because just as quickly as your happiness came...it left.

A car had come out of nowhere.

One moment you were giggling, wandering through the streets, belting the words to your favourite song and the next...you were laying on the ground, soaked in your own blood, staring at the sky, dying.

So this is how it ends.

Not with you laying in a hospital bed, in the arms of Guzmán, wrinkled and, hair grey. But with you, a teenage girl, laying on some random street, left to die. 

You sputter, choking a bit on your own blood as you reach your arm out looking for something, anything to get attention, to get help.

You stretch your right arm out. Nothing.

You stretch your left arm out. And you feel your fingertips graze a familiar material.

You gasp. 

Your phone! It was your phone!

You lift your shoulders slightly off of the concrete, gritting your teeth as you feel pain ripple throughout your body but instantly relax as you wrap your fingers around your phone.

You bring it to your ear, dialling the first number that was set on your phone, praying that whoever it was, picked up.

“Hello?”

You paused, taking a shaky breath.

“Y/N?”

You began sobbing, your body shaking with fear and emotion.

“G-Guzmán, I-I need help, p-please.”

“Y/N I swear to Go-”

You can almost hear him put his head in his hands, debating about whether or not to hang up on you.

“P-please Guzmán...I-I’m dying.”

You hear silence on the other end of the line and take that as a sign to keep talking.

“T-there was a car, it came out of nowhere and...I’m dying.”

You hear him take in a breath and his voice become shaky.

“W-where are you, I-I’m coming to get you, everything is gonna be okay. Okay?”

You hear yourself reciting your location. Before your eyes start to feel heavy.

“G-Guzmán? H-hurry.”

He can hear it. 

He can hear how your voice starts to become quieter. 

He can hear how your breathing starts to become unsteady.

And he’s sobbing, begging into his phone for you to stay with him. To wait for him. To hold on. For him. 

But by the time he reaches you, he knows it’s too late.

You’re laying in the middle of the road, in a pool of your own blood, chest barely rising and your eyes fluttering open.

He runs towards you and tentatively holds your hand, and lays your head in his lap, trying to ignore how his hands instantly stain red.

“Hey, hey look at me...Y/N I-I’m here.”

“Guzmán?” you speak as loud as you can, but it comes out as a whisper.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

He watches as tears slowly spill out of your eyes as your eyes struggle to stay open. 

He squeezes your hand and strokes your head, trying his best to put on a brave face while whispering “it’s okay” and “I love you” into your ear repeatedly.

“G-Guzmán.” you whisper

He immediately looks up at you and props himself up onto one forearm so that he was hovering over you. 

You feel your chest begin to feel heavy, making it harder to breathe, and you know that your time is coming to an end.

“Y/N, Y/N no! Okay, stay with me!”

You hesitantly raise your hand so that it’s resting on his cheek and you vaguely feel his hand covering yours, helping keep your hand in place.

“Make them pay...”

And with that, you let the darkness overtake you, letting your chest fall for the last time and your eyelids flutter shut, leaving a sobbing, broken boy laying on top of your now still chest, crying for revenge. 

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[writingsbychelle]

Enemies to Lovers?

Summary: Guzmán and you are basically sworn enemies…until one eventful afternoon in the lockerrooms.

Pairing: Guzmán Nunier Osuna x Reader

Request: /

Warning: /

Word Count: 1,143

     Guzmán Nunier Osuna. 

     God how you hated him. 

     He embodied everything you despised, he thought he was oh so great, like he was the king of the school with his little clique following him around wherever he went, Lucrecia clinging to him like he was the air she needed to breathe while he was clearly done with her, having thrown her away like so many little girl toys before her. And still, seemingly every girl around you was head over heel in love with the swimmer. Luckily you were friends with Marina, even though that meant you had to see him outside of school as well, his sister was usually a great distraction from the asshat that was her brother. You had to give Guzmán one thing, he cared about his sister more than he cared about himself, which said a lot, seeing as he was basically the most self-obsessed person you had ever met in your entire life. And you had met many since your parents were highly influential people in the government of San Esteban so that really said something about him. Marina had tried to convince you countless of times to give him a chance, “he’s nicer than you think he is, (Y/N)” she had said but your mind was set. 

     Guzmán was like an eyelash stuck inside your eye or a rock in your shoes, annoying, unnecessary as hell and a pain in the ass.

     “Okay, that’s it. Class dismissed,” your teacher finally released you from the torture that was called biology class, “(Y/N)? Could you stay back for a few minutes?”

     Looking up from shoving your things into your bag you quickly nodded, taking your time to wait for everyone to exit the classroom.

     “Ohhh, princess, what trouble have you gotten yourself into again?” Guzmán nagged, Lu and Carla giggling behind him, not even trying to hide their amusement.

     “Fuck off, Guzmán. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

     You rolled your eyes at them, especially at the nickname Guzmán had decided to give you, while they were finally leaving through the door, allowing you to approach your teacher, expecting him to scold you for doing something wrong. Fortunately, he did the complete opposite, praising you for the last assignment you handed in and he even told you about the opportunity to send your essay to a national contest. Happily, you agreed, saying your goodbyes to your teacher before finally leaving the room, ready to head home and enjoy your weekend.

     “Want me to walk you to detention?” Guzmán snickered as he threw his arm around your shoulders, pressing his firm body against your side.

“Oh, piss off, jerk,” you groaned, shoving his arm off your shoulder in hopes he’d finally leave you alone. 

     No such luck, Guzmán just continued to follow you through the mostly empty hallways. You knew that most people actually stayed behind, yes, even on Friday afternoons, since a majority of students had after school actives on Friday’s. Lucky you, you didn’t, allowing you to head straight home after your biology class was over.

     “Oh, come on, princess, don’t ignore me.”

     With a sudden jerk, you found yourself facing the annoying boy, rolling your eyes at him before you attempted to free yourself from his grip.

     “Let me go, Guzmán. I’m tired and I wanna go home and you’re being extra insufferable today,” you snapped, causing a grin to tug at his lips in reaction to your outburst.

     “What if I don’t want to let you go, mhm? What are you gonna do then, princess?”

     “You’re playing with fire, Guzmán,” you threatened, taking a step forward so your faces were only centimetres apart.

     “Well, maybe I like the heat…princess,” he mumbled, his breath fanning over your face before he suddenly turned and dragged you down the hallway. “What the fuck? Where are you taking me, Guzmán?”

     Without an answer he shoved you into one of the changing rooms near the swimming pool, slamming the door close behind him only to smash his lips into yours, the hot tension between the both of you snapping like a twig as his hands rested on your cheeks, your fingers wrapping themselves around his wrist as he took step after step until you felt the cold and hard tiles of the changing room brushing against your back.

     “God I hate you,” he growled, pinning your body against the cold tiles, his lips attacking your neck and leaving marks to be seen later on.

     “You’re such a dick, Guzmán,” you tried to say with an even voice but ended up whimpering the words, causing a cocky grin to spread on his face, ”why don’t you ever shut up?”

     “How about you make me, princess?”

     With no hesitation your head snapped forward, your lips crashing together once again as you dug your fingers into his soft hair, tugging on the strands which caused a low groan to escape his mouth. In a flurry your fingers got rid of the tie around his neck, opening up the buttons of his shirt and slipping it off his broad shoulders together with his blazer. Guzmán reunited your lips in a hot frenzy after throwing his clothes aimlessly behind him, not caring where they went. Your tongues started battling  for dominance, trying to finally settle the everlasting back and forth between the both of you, teeth clashing together as more clothes were being shed, joining his white button-down on the tiled floor of the changing room, creating a mess which you couldn’t care any less about, your mind too preoccupied with all the things Guzmán did to you.

     “Just to be clear…this doesn’t change anything, I still hate you and think you’re an asshole,” you explained while you pulled up your skirt, reaching around your back to zip it up only to feel Guzmán’s warm hands grasp onto yours, fastening the zipper for you.

     “No problem for me, princess,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing against your ear, his bare chest pressed to your back as goosebumps raised on your skin, causing his amused chuckle to echo off the tiled walls.

     “I…I gotta go,” you breathed out, hurriedly fixing your hair and gathering your stuff only to rush out of the changing room, the cool air from the hallway hitting your slightly damp skin as you exited the hot room. 

     You quickly made a beeline for the bathrooms to make sure no one would know about the sinfully dirty things that just went down in the changing room, hoping to not bump into anyone, especially not your friends or any of Guzmán’s minions. Resting your hands on top of one of the many sinks you leaned forward, your head hanging low as you tried to pull yourself together.

     “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into, (Y/N)?”

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