#rebeka y samuel

[venusflytrpp]

The way you felt - Lucrecia

There you sat on the same sofa that you found yourself on time and time again. The same looks of pity across the nightclub coming in from every direction. Every time you wonder how you got into this same position every Wednesday. Helplessly pining after a girl who barely gave you the time of day in favour of her ex who wanted nothing to with her romantically.

“Y/N!!” Hearing your name being repeatedly called from the entrance of the club you get up making your way through sweaty bodies, shoes slightly sticking to the floor due to spilled drinks by the wasted entitled students of las encinas. “Y/N” You increase your pace getting closer to the entrance locating the source of the voice to be Rebeka, Samuel and Nadia clearly blocked for entrance by a rather burly guard. 

“Right, there she is finally, y/n we were just telling this guy that we are meant to be on the list, but your little Mexican barbie must have forgotten” Rebeka enunciates nodding her head within the club. A blank expression takes homage on your face until you look across all three of them eyes pleading at you to go along with it.

Rolling your eyes, you look at the bouncer “Let them in.  Lucrecia forgot to get their names on the list. I texted her to remind her, but it seems she forgot again” As you see the acknowledgement cross his face you start moving back to where you were previously seated.

They pass the bouncer as he lets them in with Rebeka patting him on the cheek in a teasing manner. Moving to catch up to you she moves her arm to rest on your shoulder redirecting you to the bar. You look at her, eyebrows raising in question only to find a knowing smile on her face. As you arrive at the bar Rebeka calls out to the bartender. 

“6 shots please my good man, I’m tryna get this one tanked” She exclaims patting your back enthusiastically. Your eyes widen in a panic. She sees this laughing at you saying “no there not all for you babes, we get three each.” 

“How do you know I'm not already drunk?” A look from her is all it takes to get you to shut up and down all three of your shots as soon as they are given to you.

“So where is Latino Barbie? “She asks already assuming you'd know where she is due to your endless pining. You nod your head towards Lucrecia who's got herself all over Guzman as he’s looking in the direction of the bar to the girl who appeared next to you after taking off her hijab in the bathroom. 

“You know I'll never understand how you managed to find yourself at the beck and call of a girl like that. Any of the girls in this school would drop their pants for you with just a look yet you chose her.” Rebeka releases her arm from round your shoulder turning you in your seat to look away from Lu. “And before you go off with your pitiful speech on how you didn't choose to fall in love with her, I don't wanna hear it. The girl doesn't give you the time of day and when she does, she somehow manages to convince you that she's yours.” 

Your head drops down to your hands taking Rebe’s words to heart, knowing that everything she's saying is true. “I love her Rebe and every time that I do have her in my arms, I never want to let go because it seems like she finally feels the same way. I thought I was fine with having her once in a while but now it just really fucking hurts.” Tears escape the corner of your eyes rolling down your cheeks into your closed hands.

Rebe takes your shoulders into her hands pulling you forward into her embrace. Whispering comforting words into your ears, kissing your forehead as she goes to look you in the eyes. “Look y/n you can either confront her today and try and get out of this or we can get absolutely fucked and deal with it tomorrow”

A smile makes its way on your lips as you reply “the second option please” A nod from her confirms it as she turns back towards the bartender ordering more shots.

About 6 more shots and a few drinks later you found yourself on the dancefloor with Rebe grinding her back against you and some girl that you forgot the name of behind you. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket causing the unnamed girl to lean forward and shout over the music “Your phones going off!” Nodding your head in acknowledgement you take your phone out unlocking it only getting a glimpse of Lucrecia’s name across the screen before Rebeka leans backwards grabbing the phone and dropping it into her bra.

“Hey-” before you could even begin to protest, she shouts “No y/n, we’re getting fucked and dealing with this tomorrow remember?” This is all it takes to shut you up before you grab her hips and pull her further into you in agreement.

—

Waking up to a pounding in your head wasn't the morning that you'd expect when you got ready to leave for the club last night. But alas here you were laying upside down in Rebeka’s bed the other side vacant. 

Slowly rising, taking caution to moving too fast you get off the bed and make your way downstairs after checking you were decent in the mirror.  Getting to the bottom of the stairs, making your way into the kitchen you see Rebeka and her mum sitting at the kitchen counter with a jug of orange juice on the table as well as a big plate of toast and fruits. 

“Buenos días hermosa! “Rebeka’s mum calls out to you causing you to flinch as her voice seemed to make your hangover worse. “Oh, right sorry, it must have been a long night” She revaluates her words and volume, taking note of your flinch. 

(Good morning beautiful)

Raising an eyebrow towards Rebeka you ask the silent question getting the reply “no, no we didn't do anything last night” With your shoulders falling down in relief she retaliates “Hey! Don't look so relieved you’d be lucky to have me” Chuckling to yourself you reply.

“Of course, I would.” Looking down, patting down your pockets you ask “hey, have you seen my phone anywhere?” Extending her pointer finger to the corner of the table furthest from you, you see your phone.

“I don't know if you even want to open it, Latino barbie went a bit mad spamming your phone last night, it might have been after she saw us leave together but otherwise, I’m unsure” 

Eyes widening you unlock your phone finding about 20 messages from Lucrecia all asking about your whereabouts and why you left with Rebe. 

“Joder” you say locking your phone placing it face down on the table.

(Fuck)

—

Sunlight had vowed to be your sworn enemy this morning as you got out of the car, Rebeka getting out behind you and handing you a pair of sunglasses which you were grateful for.

“I told you you'd need that spare uniform you left at my place sometime” She straightens out her skirt looking you up and down in your maroon pants and matching school blazer, shirt and tie. 

Rolling your eyes, you move ahead of her making your way across the bridge into the school deeply dreading running into Lucrecia, as you knew if you did you probably wouldn't have the energy for your daily facade.

Walking into the classroom you immediately wanted to walk out but whilst turning to do so you bump into Samuel causing you to turn back into the classroom and sit next to Rebe rather than your normal seat behind Carla y Lucrecia.

(y-and)

“Aye, hermosa you're in my seat!” Valerio’s voice booms out from the front of the class and immediately you want to be swallowed by the ground beneath you. Lucrecia turning round in her seat, starts beckoning out for you but the headache that’s enslaved you causes you to ground yourself further into your arms. Rebeka’s hand moves upwards and downwards rubbing circles on your back. 

(Hermosa – beautiful)

“Right, Ms Lucrecia I’m going to need you to stop calling for y/n like she’s a dog and leave her alone, at least until break, Por favor. And Valerio you can just take y/n’s seat” Rebe calls forward addressing the stepsiblings

“Narco since when did you speak for y/n, I’m sure her mouth works” Lu retaliates ignoring the glare Rebe gives her focusing on you as your head peaks out and all you say is 

“Not today, Lu, Por favor” The positioning of your head causes the words to come out muffled, but she must’ve gotten the message as she turns around, scowl on her face.  A small tap on your back from Rebeka clearly commends you for the decision.

(Por favor – please)

—-

Class finishes and your first instinct is to grab your things and leave before Lu catches up, but it seems she had the same idea, as she’s up before you standing in the doorway, blocking you from leaving.

“And where do you think you’re going? “She questions looking you up and down, choosing to ignore the clear distasteful look you were sporting. 

“I have another class soon- “ 

“It’s in an hour, we both have the same class next.” She interrupts, as you hear Valerio chuckle from behind you. Informing you that everyone can hear the conversation. 

“Look, to be honest I’m tired, hungover and I really don’t want to deal with your shit right now. Can I just get past?” Clearly obnoxious to the current situation you hear Valerio laugh even louder making a few comments to Rebe which you're sure you’ll find out about later.

Lu takes a step back sending a dirty look to Valerio then grabbing at your wrist pulling you towards the girls bathrooms clearly uncaring if you run into people behind her. Due to this your left sprouting apologies left and right in response to the looks you get. Some even give you sympathy looks once they see who's pulling you.

Making her way into the bathroom with you in tow she kicks out anyone that was in there and locks the door behind you.

“What the fuck was that about Y/n?” She turns around giving you a look that makes you pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“I could be asking you the exact same question Lucrecia, you don't seem to have any consideration for other people. Though that wasn't really a surprise to me” you say the last part under your breath, though by the look on her face you can tell she heard. 

“What’s gotten into you- “

“What’s gotten into me is that I’m finally done with your bullshit, you can’t use me as a failsafe every time that your advances on Guzman go wrong” Your head starts pounding a reminder of the hangover you were still nursing but regardless you keep going, “ The guy doesn’t want you and I did, I wanted you, I gave you everything you deserved Love, Comfort and more. Yet every time you were done with me you went right back to him. I knew this yet it took someone else saying it for me to finally get it in my head.”

Her face drops at your use of the past tense 

“Did…” she asks “Did?” she asks again anger rising in her voice as she get louder “Is this about Narco… did you fuck her!”

“Wait, what… did you listen to a word I just said, it’s you, you’re the issue-”

“You still haven’t denied it” Your head tilts in question “After the party last night, did you fuck Rebeka?”

Your brows raise in disbelief at the accusation, but you decide to keep her guessing, avoiding the question again “Can you hear me, Lucrecia? The issue isn’t with who I’m fucking or who I’m not fucking it’s about how you’re messing with me, you know how I feel and yet you can’t give me a straight answer.”

“Feelings were never involved in this, I thought you knew that?”

You feel your heart break at this, looking her in the eyes trying to find the lie in her words but all you see is her looking back at you with a sure look on her face. You take a step back approaching the door, unlocking it.

“Ok, cool… Don’t contact me please, I hope you're happy, But I guess you won't be until you realise that it's never gonna be with Guzman.” 

Getting out of the bathroom, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, you make your way to your previous classroom. Entering the room, you see everyone conversing and get quieter seeing you, clearly indicating they were talking about what was going on between you and Lucrecia. Despite this you walk up to Rebe mid conversation with Samuel and tap her on the shoulder. 

As if recognising the tears threatening to fall, she goes to ask you how it went but you interrupt 

“Can we go back to yours?” you ask quietly “She’ll probably turn up at my house later because I asked her not to call.” 

“Anything to blow off school… and also to help you out clearly something happened with her” She initially grins before realising and replacing it with a soft smile. 

Rolling your eyes, you grab her hand and her bag leading her out of the classroom not before Valerio calls after you 

“Can I join?”

Disgust takes up your face sending him a look that shuts him down then continuing your way out of the class and down the halls. Just as you reach the main entrance you bump into Lu falling back into Rebe, her hand holding your waist steady. She goes to insult you for colliding with her before she realises it’s you. 

Looking you up and down for any discrepancies she may have caused she goes to apologise before she sees Rebeka’s hands still on your waist. This stops her as her look hardens and she stalks past not before barging Rebe’s shoulder. 

You shake your head taking her hand back into yours leading her out of the school towards the car. 

“What was that about? I mean aside from the obvious hate she has for me, it seems it’s gotten worse” She questions.

Begrudgingly, you answer 

“She thinks we fucked”

AN- started off inspired by this song but it kinda goes off it i left the song there if you still wanna listen.

[bumblesimagines]

❛  i know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together.  ❜

❛  do you really think we can make it work this time?  ❜

- Carla Rosón

❛  do you really think we can make it work this time?  ❜

❛  i know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together.  ❜

"Are you stupid or what?"

"Hey!" Whirling around on the couch, Rebeka brought her hand down on your arm, scowling up at you. "You're supposed to be tutoring me, not making fun of me."

"It's my job as your older brother to humble you every chance I get." You grinned, pinching the top of her ear between your fingers. Rebeka groaned, shoving your hand away and turning back to the textbooks scattered across the coffee table. You snickered, glancing toward the door when the doorbell rang.

Pushing yourself off the couch, you left the livingroom and headed down the hallway, approaching the security panel mounted beside the door. Pressing a button, it switched to the camera next to the gate out front. You blinked, feeling your mouth dry as you stared at the person waiting by the gate. Carla glanced in the direction of the camera and you almost contemplated pretending not to be home.

"Who is it?" Rebeka called.

"Uhm, a delivery person. I'm gonna go sign the papers." You responded, pulling the door open.

"Delivery? Wha-" You shut the door and made your way down the driveway, approaching the tall black gate. An exaggeration in your opinion but your mother had always been one for the extravagant. You opened the door beside the gate and met her gaze.

Carla still looked the same, perhaps a bit older and with darker hair. But her icy stare, fashion, and demanding presence remained. The blonde stared at you for a moment, pink colored lips parting as she inhaled.

"What brings you back? Was London not up to your standards?" You questioned, head tilting and arms crossing. Carla pressed her lips together, swinging her purse over her shoulder and mimicking your posture by crossing her arms as well. She took slow steps forward, heels clicking on the pavement.

"I came home to see my mother until school begins again. I was in the area so..." She shrugged her shoulders. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"How'd you get this address?"

"Samuel." She responded, smirking when your brows furrowed. "I told him we were back together and that I wanted to surprise you."

"I always knew you were a stalker." You couldn't help but tease. Carla looked away, too prideful to acknowledge she had sought you out unexpectedly. You stepped closer to the young woman, lifting a hand to toy with the ends of her long hair.

"You can go now that you've seen me." You pointed out softly. Carla inhaled, eyes shutting briefly.

"I wanted to talk about us." She admitted quietly and you hummed, letting her take your hand in hers. Carla gave it a small squeeze, meeting your eyes.

"I care about you, (Y/N). Going to London and being away from you... I know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together."

Snorting softly, you leaned forward and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You missed me that much, huh?" You grinned, feeling Carla smack your arm as she huffed and rolled her eyes.

"I can still book a ticket back-"

"No, no, no need for that." You laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and resting your forehead against hers. "Do you really think we can make it work this time?"

Carla smiled and nodded, raising her hands to cup your face. "Obviously." She replied, pressing her lips against yours.

[seredelgi]

My top 3 from Elite:

1. Guzman Nunier Osuna

2. Rebeka De Bormujo Avalos

3. Lucrecia Montesinos Hendrich

[fictionalnation]

This entire season of Elite had me crying like anything.

[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.

[piecedbytheear]

ELITÈ Kisses Ranked 💋

1. Nano & Marina Rain Kiss 🙏 This Rain Kiss certified every couple after them was doomed for endgame 😁 cry about it x 😘

2. Omar & Ander bar date kiss 😝 😍 A smile makes a difference...

3. Nano & Marina party kiss 🥵 Samu who?

4. Valerio & Polo threesome kiss 😁 Polo on his king shit!

5. Samuel & Carla neck grab kiss 💀😁 it’s the toxicity for me, whew!

6. Omar & Ander party kiss 😤🥵 H-O-R-N-Y

7. Valerio & Lu bedroom kiss 😳 Valerio’s tongue 😩🤦‍♂️

8. Nadia & Gooseman s3 finale kiss

9. Christian & Carla kisses

10. Polo & Ander (overrated tbh, the shot was not captured good enough)

Honourable mentions:

Carla & Samuel pillow fight on couch kisses 😁

Lu & Gooseman hookup kiss

Christian x Carla kisses

Fernando x Christian bromance kiss 🤣

Polo & Christian vineries Kiss! 

Nano & Marina WIN for having 2 Top 5s ! 🎉

Nadia & Gooseman be like....

Valerio & Nadia flirting >>> Nadia & Gooseman kissing 😭🤣 Maybe...just maybe, if they had passion and desire like the other couples they could get ranked higher but NOPE! I see comments saying they look like fish kissing and their lips aren’t in sync, I can’t! The acting is mad off with their kissing 😭😩 If you’re gonna be a hetero-cliche get it done right. Getting washed by s2 and s3 couples...yikes!

Tragic that there isn’t a wlw kiss on this list, but I’m sure Rebeka will deliver with her s4 romance 💋

This ranking is based on chemistry and the vibes in the scenes. There is a reason Marina x Nano was a tragedy...they needed to make way for the other couples (flops!) to shine! Top 2, not #2! All is love ❤️

[marvel-ousnesss]

There for you (Valerio Montesinos x reader)

@nervousbailiffpicklecookie's request: 15, 16, 17 w/ Valerio from elite. from this promptlist. 

Warning: abusive parent, alcohol, angst

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Love you all so, so much 

Wordcount: 3140

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You stirred the last sip of your drink in circles, blinking a few times before looking at it with a newfound interest. You were normally a gleeful drunk but at the moment you could only think of what awaited at home. All you wanted to do was enjoying the night but things had been going south ever since you had arrived. 

Samuel had shown up at the club, making Guzman more bitter than usual; hence, Lu was practically joint by his hip. Carla, her head had been spinning around Christian for a few months now and, even if you repetitively tried to drag her away from him and to the dance floor, she gravitated toward him every time. And Ander, well, you hadn’t seen him for like an hour… which left you out of options. 

“What the hell”, you mumbled while you emptied your drink and gracelessly made your way to Nadia and the new girl. They weren’t your usual crowd but you had worked with Nadia for a few projects and she had always been nice to you, so you went for it. 

"Nadia, hey! I can’t believe you're here, you look great." You plastered a smile on your face, determined to give having a good time one last try. You waved a barman and, with a gesture of your hand, ordered shots for the three of you. 

"Thanks, Y/N, you too". She smiled back at you. "Oh, this is Rebeka."

"Hey, nice to meet you."

She gave you a nod. "Won’t Guzmán kick you out of his little clique if he sees you with us?"

"I’ll take my chances", you shrugged. "But he's all bark, no bite."

At that moment, your drinks arrived. 

Rebeka took hold of one of the glasses and so did you. 

She raised one. "In that case, listen up.” She looked between the two of you, prompting you to pay attention. "I'd screw that guy after, maybe, four beers. That one, after two" your eyes followed her finger around the room. "And that one, she laughed, oh my god I would do him after a non-alcoholic beer, she pointed at a last one. Shit, I’d fuck him after drinking diet coke, what bout you." 

You scanned the club and, with a frown, pretended to consider all the different choices. After a few seconds, you drank your shot and smiled at them. 

"Okay, ladies, keep up." Your index finger jumped around the room while you chanted,  "Three, five, three, four, and," you paused, then pointed at a guy in the middle of the room. "Maybe seven," you giggled. "All of those being counted in tequila shots." 

Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile and Rebeka laughed. "What about you?" she asked Nadia. 

"Oh no, I don't drink so I wouldn't really know how to play."

"Your loss," you teased in a sing-song voice. 

"Yeah, you're really missing out," Rebeka lifted her glass.

Nadia's eyes drifted between the two of you and she gave in and took hold of Rebeka's drink. However, Valerio bumped into her when she was about to take a sip as he and Guzmán reentered the club animatedly chatting. 

"Sorry." He turned towards Nadia with a look of concern. "I'm so sorry about that."

She brushed him off and just laughed, "Now that's definitely a sign from above."

Rebeka snorted, "Well if you ask me, he doesn't really look like an envoy from heaven."

"I can be anything you want," his voice was smoky as he stalked behind her.  "A demon, an angel just-" he lifted his gaze and caught yours- "say the word."

He stepped past her and closer to you, then took a small leap and sat on the stool next to you. 

"That's a lie," you scoffed. "You're anything but an angel."

"True," his hand traveled to your waist. “But that has never bored you.”

Nadia gave you and Rebeka an awkward smile, "see you guys in a bit."

At least she knew how to read the mood. Rebeka, on the other hand, showed no intention of leaving. Just your luck, Lu appeared behind her with the plastic smile she had perfected over the years. 

"Hi, good evening, I believe we haven't been properly introduced." she beamed, "I'm Valerio's sister."

Rebeka forced a smile. 

"Half-sister," Valerio taunted, his hand stroking your side softly. 

You leaned into his touch, your body began to remind you how much you had missed him. 

"Anyway," Lu rolled her eyes, pretending not to notice. " Mind if I steal you off for a second? Later guys", she winked, leaving with Rebeka. 

Valerio mouthed a 'thank you' and hopped off the stool, bringing you closer to him. "You avoided me the whole day," he stated. "Why?"

You gulped, trying to find a proper answer. 

"My dad's in Valencia, and, well, my mom's been kind of in a mood lately,” you admitted. "But let's not talk about it now,” Your voice was velvety as you leaned toward him slowly.

Before he could argue, you pulled his golden chain for your lips to meet his in a tender kiss and your hands traveled around his neck. However, he saw right through you. Instead of urging to go deeper, like he usually would, he moved away from you and, when your gaze fell, used one of his hands to lift your chin. 

"I know it's technically not mine, but if you wanna crash at my place, just say the word." 

"Thanks," you smiled and took a deep breath. "But let’s not think about that now, we have some catching up to do.” 

Valerio knew exactly what you meant and, to say the least, was happy to oblige. He guided you to the dance floor, this time stepping behind you. Again, his hands found their way to your waist and began toying with the hem of your shirt, later moving to the sides of the waistline of your pants. Your arm snaked around his collar and tucked on his raven curls, prompting him to bury his face in the delicate spot where your shoulder met your neck. 

You had missed this deeply, even sometimes it troubled you to think of him. Most people didn’t get to see past the drug loving party boy facade, but he had been there for you in your darkest moments and had proven himself one of the most caring and loyal people anyone could ask for. 

That was exactly why you were afraid of losing him. It was one thing to have fun among friends, pretty much what you were doing right now; and a complete other to let any feelings into the mix. Feelings that, you knew, had been haunting you for a long time now. 

Although now was not the moment to think of that, so you let yourself enjoy the rest of the party. Having Valerio by your side gave you a significant boost of endorphins; you laughed, danced, and drank your ass off, momentarily forgetting what expected you once you arrived home. 

Huge mistake. 

A headache woke you up next morning, according to your phone, you still had half an hour before your alarm went off. But there was no use on trying to fall back asleep, your throat was too dry and, for some reason, your room had been invaded by some awfully fruity and cloying smell.

 With a groan, you stumbled to the kitchen and dove into the refrigerator. After grabbing a glass of cold water, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. 

She was in gym clothes, ready to head out for a run, so you prayed for your encounter to be as short-lived as possible. You weren’t in the mood to deal with her right now, and you had to get ready for school if you wanted to head to Ander’s before class. 

“Morning,” you greeted. 

“Glad you’re awake honey, I wanted to talk to you before you left.” 

She asked you to sit with her on the couch for a moment, giving you what she thought was a kind smile. 

You forced out a matching one, “what’s up, is everything okay, mom? 

She sighed. “Y/N, dear, you know I love you. But you can’t let loose like you did last night.” She grabbed one of your hands and you involuntary stiffened. “Our family has a carefully built name, and we all have to do our part to take care of it.” 

There was no point in arguing with her. “It was a mistake, mom, I’m sorry I went a bit over the top.” 

“A bit over the top?” She scoffed, “you arrived home at four in the morning, stumbling through the door. God knows where you even drank that much.”  

“I just went out with a few friends from school. Ander was there, and so was Nadia. Remember her?” 

 She let go of your hand and pinched her temples, exasperated. “It’s not about them. You are our daughter and need to begin acting like such.” 

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again.” 

"you better make sure of it," she foretold. 

Grateful it was over, you let yourself relax. Your hands tangled themselves in your hair and you put it into a messy bun. 

“Honey, I’m only gonna ask this once,” this time, she took hold of both of your hands and turned around to completely face you. “Where did you get those bruises?”

She sounded disgusted and defeated, but tried to evoke interest and concern. You looked at her, perplexed, and checked your hands and arms. "What bruises?" 

her cynical laugh made you gulp. 

Without warning, your mother's hand landed on your cheek, leaving a burning sensation behind. “I told you, I'm not gonna ask again.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, not knowing what was she talking about.

Grumbling something under her breath, she grabbed your arm and stood up, guiding you to the guest restroom. Once there, she pushed you toward the mirror. "These bruises, you little slag."

You mentally cursed, flashbacks of the party coming back to you at speed of light. Then you faced her once again, her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at you with disgust. 

You released a breath, thinking of a plausible excuse. “I burnt myself with my flat iron.” Your tone showed no emotion, but your nose wrinkled, giving you away. 

“Like hell you did.” She breathed deeply, then looked at you in a much sympathetic way. "Please, don't lie to me."

“I’m not,” you insisted, "I burnt myself getting ready".

“Oh dear, why do you do this to us?” She sighed, pacing back to the living room. “Your father and I are just trying to do what's best for you, honey.” She sat back down burying her head in her hands. 

A lake of tears spouted in your eyes. "Do you even think of what's best for me, mom?

Sometimes I feel like you just see me as a vessel for all the label 'Y/L/N' is to you."

As soon as the words left your lips, you realized the mistake you had made. Again, your mother's eyes shot daggers at you. 

“You ungrateful brat, after all that your father and I have done, after what we've sacrificed to give you the life you have.” She stood up. “Of course, we see you as a Y/L/N 'cause that's you are. Without us, you're worthless.” 

As she advanced toward you, you stepped back.

"Please, don't hit me," your blurted, eyes invaded by fear. 

She closed her eyes and huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Just, go get dressed, you're gonna be late."

You quietly got ready for school and exited the house without saying goodbye. As you rode your bike to Ander’s house, which was a few blocks away, you found yourself stopping a minute to call your father, but didn’t say anything aside from the usual, awfully brief ‘good morning’ that was routine. 

You opened your front camera and relaxed a bit when you saw the slap hadn’t left any visible marks - yet. What you were going through was still a bit new to you, your mother had hit you for the first time a month after your uncle’s death, two years ago. No one at school knew about it, aside from Ander, and you intended to keep it that way.

You put your phone away and continued pedaling through the familiar streets. Once you arrived at your friend's house, you left your bike on the sidewalk and knocked on the front door. Azucena was the one to answer, making you unconsciously guide your hand to the spot on your arm where your mother's had been. 

She greeted you with a sense of warmth that put you at ease and invited you in while Ander finished getting ready. You almost spit your coffee when she nonchalantly asked about the red spots on your cheek but assured it was just an allergic reaction to a new powder. 

“Took you long enough,” you sneered. 

He rolled his eyes but greeted you with a hug. After kissing Azucena goodbye, the two of you left his house. You arrived at school with a few minutes to spare, even after the small detour to Nadia and Omar's shop. You fixed the folds of your skirt and stepped inside, parting ways with Ander and heading to your locker so you could fetch some books for the day. Staring at yourself through the small mirror hung on the small door, you sighed and used a small green stick concealer to get rid of the redness.

As if on cue, Valerio's frame appeared behind your shoulder as soon as you were done. You smiled at him through the mirror and closed your locker, turning around to face him. 

"Just who I wanted to see," he hummed, stretching a hand out for you. 

Once you took it he twirled you around, bringing you closer and landing his arm on your shoulder. Looking up at him, you quirked a brow

"Anything, in particular, that's got you this happy?"

"Nope."  He popped the 'p' sound. ''Guess it's your doing."

You dismissed him with a hum and a quick peck, then began walking to class. The rest of the day went by uneventful, until the classes ended. You headed straight to the locker room, changed into a tank top and a pair of gym shorts, and made your way to the school gym. That was one of the safest places you could think of, as none of your friends used it. 

Popping your earbuds in, you jumped on the treadmill and began warming up. The sweat ran down your forehead as you ran, panting and mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. Right after slowing the pace so you could cool off, you saw someone entering out the corner of your eye but gave it no mind. To get your attention, Valerio stepped onto the treadmill next to yours and began jogging. 

You took an earbud off.

"Hello, Jell-O,"

"Hey V," you snorted, patting your face dry. Once done, you placed the towel on your shoulder, covering the plum subtle marks that had began to appear on your arm.

"Wanna bother my sister? Guzman and I are headed to Cayetana's and-."

Your brows frowned as you took a sip of water. "Not really, no."

Any trace of excitement left his face as he turned the treadmill off and stepped behind yours, waiting for you to finish. "Come on, Y/N/N,"he whined. "Just gonna be like- two hours, and I'll personally escort you to the mass."

"I can't." You stepped down, facing him. "Besides, I have to shower and stuff. It's better if I head home."

"Why don't you shower here?" He strode next to you as you exited the gym. "That way, we can make a pits stop at your place and the three of us head over to Cayetana's."

"Sorry V, I can't, I-" 

You let your words die when you caught him staring at your face. The blush you got after running was already beginning to wear off, and the concealer you'd been wearing had worn off with all the sweat. Valerio's fingers caressed the crimson bruise that had appeared on your right cheek. 

"How long have you been hiding this?" His voice was barely above a whisper. 

"It's nothing, really," you tried to disregard the topic, "just an allergy I got from this new powder I'm using."

"Please don't lie to me."

Those words sent a chill down your spine, your eyes tried to widen but you forced yourself to kept a straight face, although it didn't last. Defeated, you looked at him with glassy eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to lie to him anymore, not when he was looking at you with concern and shock radiating from every feature of his face. 

"Two years," you disclosed, swallowing hard. 

It hurt him to know that you hadn't confided in him when you were at your worst, you could see it. But he knew that, now that he knew, he needed to place those feelings aside and be there for you, like he should have been from the beginning. 

"And, you've been dealing with this on your own?"

He moved closer to you and moved to bring you closer, knocking the towel off your shoulder. When he saw the rest of the bruises, he stepped back so he could properly study them. Your head fell to the side in shame. His hand trailed up your arm delicately and traced a feathery touch over the sore skin. When you gathered the courage to look at him, his eyes revealed a glimmer that match your own.  

He couldn't stop the question from rolling off his tongue. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I- I," "I'm sorry." Your throat tightened and, after a sharp intake of breath, you pleaded, "I- please, don't be mad."

Tears began to fall down your cheeks and Valerio's heart broke. As a harrowing whimper abandoned you he wrapped his body around yours and rested his head on top of yours, letting you bury yourself in the comforting scent of his Versace cologne and the warmth of his embrace. 

"Never," he mumbled against your hair. 

You immediately hugged him tighter. Hearing that soothed you, but your crying didn't stop, it had been a long time since you last let yourself go and, right now, this was just what you needed. You focused on the strong heartbeat pounding against your ear and relaxed, allowing yourself some much needed catharsis. 

"I love you," you breathed, tilting your head to look at him.

"I love you too." The smile he gave you took your breath away.

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[cacoetheswriting]

more than friends - samuel garcia

Warnings: light cursing, SMUT, unprotected sex Word Count: 1.6k Request by: anonymous : “I know you’re probably busy but could you do an elite entry, starting with first day at school meeting Samuel, slowly being friends moving into “this first time””

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You can still remember the first time you laid eyes on him. It was your first day at a new school, Las Encinas. He was standing by some lockers with what looked like his friends. They were lost deep in conversation and laughter, probably catching up on summertime memories.

You were walking down the steps nervously looking around, that’s when your eyes locked. He stopped whatever words were coming out of his mouth, and you swore you could see him lick his lips. It made your heart flutter. 

The crowd of teen disappeared at the sound of the bell. You made it to the bottom of the steps and looked at the pamphlet in your hand, wondering where you were supposed to go.

“Hola.” Your head sprung up to meet the wondrous boy from the lockers. He was smiling at you kindly and you couldn't help but smile back. “Hola.” “You look like you need a little help.” “That obvious?” You asked rhetorically and lifted the pamphlet to cover your face in embarrassment. 

The brown haired boy smirked and grabbed the pamphlet from you. He examined it for a moment before looking back at you. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.” You raised a curious eyebrow. “We’re in the same class.” He tilted his head motioning for you to follow, and without even knowing his name he lead you to the correct room.

That day he spent the whole day with you. Leading you to each class, picking you up after ones you didn't share and even taking you to lunch. In a spare period he gave you a tour of the whole school - honestly you have never been greeted with such kindness in any new school.

“This is going to sound incredibly silly.” You began as the two of you stood at your locker. “But we spent the day together, and I still don't know your name.” The boy smiled. “That makes two of us.” 

“Well,” You reached out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” He took your hand and shook it gently. “Samuel.” “Nice to meet you Samuel.” Nice to meet you too Y/N.” 

The way he said your name made your heart flutter. It was that moment you decided that the two of you would be good friends, maybe eventually something more.

It wasn't long before the two of you became insepreable. He introduced you to his group of friends and you did everything together. Samuel picked you up every morning, even though it wasn't on his way, and you walked to school together. You did your homework together, went out for food together and he even invited you over every Thursday for his infamous pasta. 

The tension between the two of you rose with every moment you found yourself alone. There was no denying you found Samuel incredibly attractive but you contained yourself since you didn't want to ruin the friendship that you had built. 

“Okay, okay, my turn.” You squealed. “Rebeka, truth or dare.” The group was gathered in Samuel’s living room, instead of doing homework playing a drunken childish game. “Truth.” “Would you kiss anyone in this room?” “Yes.” The brunette replied swiftly winking at Omar. Everyone laughed as Omar rolled his eyes. “Sorry honey, you’re not my type.” Rebe shrugged. “Just wait till we’re alone.” She blew a kiss in his direction causing the laughter to increase.

“Ey-” Ander joined in. “Find your own man to make-out with.” He threw a handful of peanuts at the girl who just stuck her tongue out. 

“Alright, alright.” She composed herself and cleared her throat. “Samu-” Rebeka turned her attention to the brown haired boy sitting beside you. “Truth or dare.” He replied swiftly. “Is it true you’re godlike in bed?” Guzmán erupted in laughter hitting his best friend on his back. “What?” Rebeka exclaimed. “Carla talks like a lot.” Guzmán put his hands up in surrender and leaned back in his seat. 

Samuel ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, an action that you would replay in your mind again and again every night. 

“I don’t like to brag.” He stated with a smirk on his face. “You’re no fun.” Rebe sighed and took a sip of her beer. 

The game carried on into the night. Empty bottles were scattered around the room, peanuts all over the floor and discarded bags of snacks shoved under the seats. One by one everyone left leaving you alone with Samuel. You said you would stay and help clean, an offer he gladly accepted. 

He took care of the vacuuming while you picked up the bottles of beer. You could have sworn his eyes were on you constantly, trailing down your body and lingering on your ass every time you bent down, but you shook the feeling away. “Your mind is playing ticks on you.”, you thought. 

When the room looked somewhat in order Samuel placed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you.” He said and walked into the kitchen. You stood frozen for a moment, smiling to yourself.

“Are you hungry?” He called, brining you back to reality. “Sure.” 

The pizza arrived maybe twenty minutes later and the two of you snuggled on the couch turning on a movie. Samuel had one arm around you, his fingers trailed gently up and down your bare skin. Honestly, it made it hard to concentrate on the movie.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about something.” You said. “Yeah?” Samuel enquired tilting his head slightly to meet your gaze. “About Rebe’s truth or dare question.” You couldn't help but smile which made Samuel smirk. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow as you nodded. “Sorry if that’s inappropriate.” Smiling you hid your face in his chest, he smelled so good. 

Samuel placed his free hand on your cheek and pulled your face back gently so that your eyes locked again. He didn't say anything. Everything happened so fast.

His lips were suddenly on yours. They were softer than you imagined. You adjusted your position so that you were on his level and placed one hand on his chest. His hands tangled in your hair as he pushed your face in even closer to his.

Your mouths opened simultaneously and soon enough your tongues were dancing together. Despite the pizza and beer he still tasted like mint. 

He ran one hand down your neck and pulled the strap of your tank down, letting it fall slightly on the one side. His hand wondered to your breast and rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned softly in his mouth and causing Samuel to do the same. 

Quickly, and without breaking the kiss, you leaned back with your head resting on the armrest. You arched her back leaning into the couch, your hands running up and down Samuel’s back. 

He broke the kiss and pulled up your top leaving you half naked. He explored you with his eyes and licked his lips. “Fuck.” He whispered. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” 

The sentence made you smile. Yet you didn't have time to reply as Samuel leaned down and began kissing down your neck. He placed one hand on one breast and manipulated your nipple, while his mouth sucked and teased your other  nipple. You closed your eyes and moaned softly.

Samuel’s member twitched through his pants against your crotch. Your eyes remained closed as you lifted your hips up and removed your shorts. Then you proceeded to the buckle of Samuel’s trousers and you unzipped them as if your life depended on it.  Samuel’s lips once again found yours. This time the kiss was messier, more passionate. With his finger he moved your underwear to one side and slipped his finger up and down your wet slit. 

You couldn't take it any longer. You had to know what it felt like to have him inside of you. 

“Please...” You whispered opening your eyes and Samuel knew exactly what that meant. He got to his feet and quickly stripped down releasing his hard cock. 

He situated himself back on the sofa, positioning himself between your opened legs. You took his hard member in your fingers and stroked it gently for a moment. Samuel groaned. 

He started to rub the head of his dick against your wet pussy. Your fingers dug into the sofa in a burning anticipation of what was about to happen. Samuel leaned down and met your gaze. “Are you sure you want this?” He whispered softly, his whole demeanour changing. “Yes.” You responded quickly. “Definitely yes.” Samuel smiled at your answer and pecked your lips. 

He pushed in as far as he could go. A moan escaping your mouth in the process. He began to build up rhythm. Each thrust felt harder, more powerful - it felt like he was splitting you open over and over again as you groaned in pure ecstasy. 

Samuel grabbed your bare legs and put them over his shoulders to get a deeper angle. His hands travelled to your ass as he gently squeezed your cheeks. The whole sofa was shaking underneath you at the rapid movements.  You felt an inevitable orgasm come over you. Your legs began to shake as your back arched. Samuel’s pace only increased - it wasn't long before the two of you simultaneously released. A groan escaped both of your lips, followed by your bodies relaxing. 

Samuel pulled out and leaned back on the couch. He placed one hand on your bare stomach and tilted his head to meet your gaze. 

“That was-” He began. “Amazing.” You finished the sentence with a smile. “Definitely something I’d like to keep doing with you.” He teased making you roll your eyes. 

He helped you up and handed you your tank top. “Does it answer your question?” Samuel asked as he pulled up his pants. “What do you think?” You replied with a grin and took a step forward towards him before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

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Elitenetflixsource’s October Featured Ship as voted by our followers - Rebeka x Samuel

“If this means choosing the cash or you... I’ll flush that shit down the toilet right now.”

[rxymiranda]

Samuel y Rebeka

[teenshipp]

DANNA PAOLA!!!!!

Al aprecer cada canción de este disco está dedicada a una pareja de ELITE

Sodio: Nadia y Malik ❤❤❤ (He is gay)

Lo que no sabes: Samuel y Carla 😍😍😍 (The perfect match)

Final feliz: Valerio y Lu ❤❤❤ (An impossible ship)

Dos estraños: Guzmán y Lu 😍😍😍 (True love forever)

Polo a tierra: Da pistas sobre la muerte de Polo 😭😭😭 (La venganza, demasiados enemigos)

Mala fama: Todas las parejas anteriormente (Incluyendo Rebeka y Samuel)

Valientes: Habla de la unión de todos los personajes y de la protección para encubrir a Lu

(Juntos hasta la muerte)

[venusflytrpp]

Rebe Gif #1

This is after Samuel had fucked her over causing her to develop trust issues, she's talking to Samuel about her interest in you.

"Rebe, I know I'm a jerk I've never forgotten and you've never let me forget but don't stop yourself from being happy because of my actions." Samuel exasperates frustrated at himself for leading Rebeka on causing her to second guess everything.

"You just don't get it do you" Rebeka holds Samuel under a piercing glare "It's not only you, you aren't the only one to leave me vulnerable after giving everything"

"But -" Samuel starts only to get cut off

"But nothing you aren't the root of my problems don't act as if your actions have turned you into a wise old man Samu, my problems are mine and I will deal with them how I want to. If I decide to tell Y/N I like her I'll tell her that, fortunately, has nothing to do with you."

Unknown to her you had heard the last part of Rebeka's rant on the way to your seat.

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“ i’m worried that if we go there, and things don't work out... things might never be the same. “

“ grow some balls and be honest with her. “

Rebeka

“ grow some balls and be honest with her. “

“ i’m worried that if we go there, and things don't work out... things might never be the same. “

Rebeka scrolled through your Instagram, looking over the pictures you posted and being careful as to not like any of the older posts. She bit down on her acrylic nail and sighed.

"Stalking (Y/N)s instagram again? This is the fifth time this week I've caught you looking at her pictures and it's only Wednesday." Rebeka shut her phone off and looked up at Omar, taking in his amused smile.

"Are you stalking me now?"

"You should ask her out." Omar ignored her question and sat down, opening his bag of chips. Rebeka scoffed and shook her head, taking one of the chips and eating it.

"I doubt she even likes me like that."

"She flirts with you all the time, Rebe." Omar reminded her, chuckling and scooting closer. "Just invite her out and ask her."

"But.. I’m worried that if we go there, and things don't work out... things might never be the same. I mean, you saw what happened with Mencia. She woke up one day and decided she didn't want me anymore." It stung to talk about her ex but it was the truth. Rebeka still couldn't understand why Mencia had decided to be cold towards her but she knew she couldn't stay hung up on her. She learned her mistake once with Samuel.

"For starters, (Y/N) and Mencia aren't the same person and (Y/N) has a record of good relationships. We could all learn a thing or two from her." Omar muttered the last sentence, gazing at his phone longingly. Rebeka rubbed his arm and sighed.

"You and (Y/N) would be a match made in heaven. You're both into girls, you're both sporty, and you can both kick ass." Omar shrugged and gave Rebeka a smile. "Don't waste your time moping and worrying when you could be spending it with someone you love."

"When did you become a therapist?"

"Always have been." Omar grinned and nudged Rebeka. She sighed and took a handful of chips, sliding her phone into her back pocket and eating as many chips as possible. She left the small lunch area and searched the hallways for you until she found you standing by your locker.

"Alright, Rebe.. How hard could it be? Grow some balls and be honest with her. The worst she can say is no." Rebeka muttered as she approached you, raising her head up high and standing beside you.

"Oh, hey, Rebe." You greeted her with a smile, shutting your locker and turning to face her. "Need something?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if we could talk?"

[bloodmoree]

Cosas que necesito para la s3:

-Guznadia

-Más de Samuel y Carla porque los shippeo muchísimo

-Que le hagan pagar a Polo de una vez por lo de Marina

-Más de Rebeka

-Que vuelva Nano en plan se los dije que yo no había sido cabrones

[el-manguito]

De ELITE e aprendido más de la vida más que por mi misma:

Lu: hay veces que por más que demos y seamos las personas correctas, terminaremos decepcionados.

Carla: que a veces tu secreto más grande, es el mismo el que te carcome por dentro y no te deja ser.

Samuel: que nos podemos enamorar de la persona menos indicada.

Guzman: que podemos cree conocer a esa persona, pero realmente no sabemos quien es.

Calletana: que solo a veces necesitamos unas palabras de apoyo para podernos sentir bien.

Nadia: a veces el que dirán te detiene a hacer lo que más quieres o a decepcionar a la gente.

Omar: que no es bueno fingir alguien que no eres, solo por no fallarle a la gente.

Ander: que distanciarte de las personas que te quieren, puedes hundirte más que estar solo.

Polo: que no importa la cantidad, si no la calidad de las personas.

Valerio: que podemos llegar a cegarnos por una persona, al grado de no saber de quien te estás enamorando.

Rebeka: que por más que tengas, puede que te sientas la persona más vacía.

De ELITE aprendí que la vida suele estar llena de muchas decepciones, muchas subidas y bajadas, pero que siempre por mas que lo ocultes, LA VERDAD SALDRÁ LA LUZ

[justdreamstars]

Samuel Garcia | Say Something

Pairing: reader x Samuel Garcia

"I need her to confess," Samuel said looking at you and holding you by the arms, "That's why I'm getting close to Carla."

"What if something happens to you? Look at Christian! I'm sure that she's behind the accident!" You tried reasoning with him multiple times, but he wouldn't budge. Of course you were worried for the safety of your boyfriend, but it wasn't only that. You were scared that he would get too close to the Marchioness.

"Y/N,  nothing's going to happen to me. I will be very careful".

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. Samuel tugged you closer and kissed your forehead. You smiled, then watched your boyfriend leave. You had to trust him. You did trust him. You just couldn't trust her. She was gorgeous and evil.

A few days passed and you decided to visit Samuel at home, as at school you weren't much in each other's sight. You faked an argument to make everyone believe that you broke up so his plan could work. As you knocked on the door of the Garcia family, Nano opened.

"Samuel's not home," was the first thing he said, "but you're welcome to come in."

You entered and propped down on the sofa, your disappointment clear on your face, "I thought I could see him a bit. You know, it's strange not talking to him and avoinding him when I know he's right there and we're actually together. I mean, people think we've broken up, but we haven't," you looked up at Nano and lowered your voice, "and I already miss him."

"Didn't you come by yesterday?"

"No, why would you think so?"

Nano shrugged and offered you a beer which you accepted. You chatted with him and once you finished drinking you went home.

You were at Rebeka's Halloween party, looking for something to drink when you bumped into Samuel.

"Hey," you smiled sweetly at him, "can we talk?"

For a second he seemed confused, then smiled, "Not here." He took your hand and led you away from the chaos. You looked at your hands and felt relieved. As soon as you stepped into the safety of the room, you threw yourself at him. You kissed him, but he didn't kiss back.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he avoided your eyes and sat on the bed, "I thought you wanted to talk."

"Yes, because you're ignoring me," you crossed your arms over your chest, "and this is not exactly how I expected you to react right now. I thought you'd be happy to have a few moments only with your girlfriend." He was silent and that scared you, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "And Nano's here."

"What? Where?" he bolted through the door. You followed him but lost him in the crowd of people. The fact that he used his brother as an excuse to run from you angered you.

When you reached him, he was beating the shit out of Nano. And Carla was there. You tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to you. He didn't stop until he was pulled away from his bleeding brother.

"What is wrong with you?" you shouted at him, helping Nano to get up.

"I'll tell you what is wrong with him," Nano sniffed, wiping some blood from his nose, "he's falling for the Marchoiness!"

Your eyes met those of Samuel, and in that moment you knew Nano was telling the truth. You blinked furiously a few times to stop the tears that were already filling your eyes, "This is why I didn't want you to do that," you shook your head, "did you have sex with her?" He lowered his gaze and the first tears started to fall down your face, "of course, you were. Why else wouldn't you answer my texts? Or ignore me like that? And you know what hurts most, the fact that you cheated."

He took a few steps towards you but you backed away, "Y/N, I'm sorry... I... I..."

"Why didn't you say anything?" but he didn't know how to answer,  "What aren't you saying anything right now?! Samuel I was always there for you! I was there when Nano was arrested, Marina chose your brother instead of you, I was there when she died, and even in this fucking mess I trusted you and would've done anything for you!" By now you were shaking hard, "The least I deserved was the truth."

He was still silent. You felt your heart break as you spoke the next words, "No more, Samuel. I'm letting you go. I won't be there anymore to catch you when you fall. Even though it's breaking my heart, I'm giving up on you. I didn't expect you to love me so soon after everything that happened with Marina, but still I was hoping... And there you are falling in love with another girl." You wiped away the tears, but new ones kept on coming, "Goodbye, Samuel."