#carla roson fanfiction

[gorgeys]

Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

@hauntedfictionland @mjl877 @underratedax @androgynouscloudenemy @justyourwritter69 @blondetxxz @nessyishere

#carla #carla roson #carla elite #carla rosón caleruega #carla roson x reader #carla roson x fem!reader #carla roson x you #carla roson x y/n #carla roson imagine #elite #carla roson fanfiction #carla roson fic #elite x reader #elite x you #elite imagine #elite fanfiction #elite fic #elite carla x reader #lesbian #wlw #female reader #ester exposito #carla roson smut #wlw smut #smut

[carladuquette]

It's the most wonderful time of the year// Ch. 5

Another entry (a fluffy one!) in this Elite holiday series. The whole gang ends up at Ander's for Christmas after various family disasters.

"Hey." Guzman sounded… stressed? That almost never happened, unless it was about- "Marina! Are you trying to get run over? Fucking hell!"

Ander heard a car honk. Then Guzman was back on the phone. "Sorry. I realize this weird, but do you think we could come over? Marina and my parents were fighting, it kind of… escalated and I figured the best thing would be to get her out of there." 

"Let me check with my mom." Ander headed back toward the kitchen when something occurred to him. "Wait, are you already on your way?"

There was a beat, then: "We're almost there."

Happy birthday here, too, @lyl-26 🥳

#guzman is not a man of many words/ early warnings #at least they didn't just show up? #of course they would all go to ander's house for christmas #everyone else's family is a nightmare #the whole og friend group is there #ander munoz #guzman nunier #marina nunier #carla roson #polo benavent #lucrecia montesinos #carla x polo #lu x guzman #azucena munoz #christmas #elite #fanfiction

[khun-sam]

Here I'm again, just over a year since I made this fics recommendations post, which contains my favorite works and now I've decided to do another one (thanks to an anon who asked), have fun!

Title: where only the sweetest words remain

Writer: carlasamu

Status: on going (two more chapters to go  😭)

Description: snapshots into their lives over the years, post that slow burn wait while it gets dark. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33038500/chapters/82007764

Title: sunflower

Writer: carlasamu

Status: finished

Description: the proposal (movie) AU, found family excellence

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26718616/chapters/65179588

Title: pull it out of park, put it in drive

Status: finished

Writer: carlasamu

Description: ex to lovers excellence, they broke up two years ago but they meet again through "destiny" and a lot of things happen yeah

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29117886/chapters/71480085

Title: missing moments

Writer: AnxiouslyNumb

Status: finished

Description: s3 one shots,

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/23335147/chapters/55899847

Title: lumos

Writer: dichotomy_of_me

Status: finished

Description: hp au, carla's slytherin and samu's gryffindor

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39709110/chapters/99411717

Title: take me back to the start

Writer: Ophelia_D

Status: finished

Description: this is recent. a post s5 fix it canon?!? AMAZING GO READ IT

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/42331329

Title: drop the game

Writer: Ophelia_D

Status: finished

Description: another hp au

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36925678/chapters/92124910

Title: we are chosen

Writer: Sophie4628

Status: incomplete

Description: soulmate au, i’m sucker for this trope so 

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29272863/chapters/71885178

Again, this is not in specific order or ranking, I like them all. It's a fact that in the last year we haven't had that many new fics, which means we have to support the writers who are still active. Remember, kudos and comments are important. <3 for more, feel free to reach my bookmark or my profile (carlarosonn).

PS: yes, there is no Wattpad work here for simple reason, I hate that place, sorry. There may be good fics there, and if you know of any, feel free to let me know.

#so here it is anon hope you like it #carla roson #samuel garcia #carmuel #samucarla #carmuel fanfic #carmuel fic #carmuel fanfiction

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Caught In The Middle - Valerio Montesinos x Muñoz!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Elite

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

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

Word count: 1781

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Puta madre!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[niskaelster]

hi elite fans, I made an AU video with Guzman and Carla and I would love if you could check it out! (honestly Ester and Miguel’s chemistry is perfect idek why the writers did not consider this).

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[rebesmencia]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23841649

its 2am but yes

#i started with carla and rebe who's surprised #elite #30days #i started writing fanfiction again and now i can't stop #carla roson caleruega #rebeka de bormujo #carla x rebeka

[gorgeys]

So Naive (Carla Roson x Reader)

Carla overhears Guzman talking about you and has to remind him of his place…

Gif Imagine

Carla Roson x Fem!reader

Part 2

1470 words

Carla walked into class, heading for a seat in the back when she overheard Guzman talking to Ander.

“You’re not gonna believe who I was with last night,” Guzman said, wearing a cocky smile and confidently leaning back in his chair.

“Who?” Ander asked, clearly a bit distracted by his phone.

“Y/N,” he bragged, crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.  Ander immediately stopped scrolling, turning his head toward Guzman.  He searched his face for any sign of a lie, but could only find an immense pride.

Carla also paused mid stride beside Guzman’s desk.  His eyes had an arrogant glow, a medal of honor he now possessed for cracking Y/N’s vain and snobby shell.

Y/N was known to be lusted after by everyone, but rejected every advance.  Everytime someone approached her she always led them on, made them believe they had a chance, before embarrassing them with a snarky act or remark.  She took pride in feeling bigger and better than those she surrounded herself with.  Carla had seen it many times.  

Y/N knew how expensive she was so she wasn’t going to let anyone handle her carelessly.

“Did you guys…” Ander trailed off.  Guzman quickly understood what he was implying.

“3 times,” he gloated, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as he held up his last three fingers.

“No fucking way,” Ander exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes fucking way,” Guzman laughed a conceited laugh, his mind replaying the images of the previous night.  Carla didn’t realize the sound could irritate her so much.  But she didn’t show it.  She simply chuckled along with him.

Upon her laughter, both Guzman and Ander snapped their heads toward her.  Neither had noticed her before and didn’t know how long she had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

“3 times?” she questioned with a mocking grin.  Ander stared at her blankly while Guzman’s pride faltered for a moment.  He knew Carla and Y/N were casual friends.

Carla stepped toward the desk, planting her hands on the cool surface as she leaned uncomfortably close to Guzman.  Her hair hung around her face, shielding her patronizing expression from onlookers.

“That’s it?” she asked, her minty breath taunting him.

When he was at a loss for words, Carla snickered once more at his dumb expression.  He had never seen the blonde’s eyes look so possessive and dark.

“Yeah, you’re full of shit,” Carla spat, beginning to turn away and take the seat behind him.  But she didn’t get far before he called her back

“I have proof,” he said, grabbing her by the arm.  His tight grip and locked jaw showed how offended he truly was by Carla’s comments.  She stopped, skeptically looking down at him.  “She sent me pictures.”

“What?  Nudes?”  Carla chuckled under her breath.  It was so unrealistic that it was laughable.  Why would Y/N even think about entertaining him?

“Almost,” he said.  Carla would have instantly called his bluff but his look seemed a bit too stern.  This didn’t seem like a joke to him.  She was somewhat inclined to believe him.

“Almost?” Carla furrowed her eyebrows while displaying a sardonic smile.  “What does that even mean?” she asked, shaking Guzman’s hand off of her.

Without a word, Guzman pulled his phone out of his pocket.  Carla leaned over his shoulder as he opened up his text conversation with Y/N.  Ander couldn’t restrain himself and leaned over to get a peek as well.

Sure enough, there were two pictures Y/N had sent, back to back.  Guzman clicked on the first one and Carla couldn’t hold back a small smirk.  Even if they were in Guzman’s hands, the sight of Y/N was too good not to enjoy.

There was that familiar shiny skin under the glow of red LED lights, only covered by a red lace lingerie set that perfectly complimented her skin tone.  She had taken a mirror selfie, her top half facing the camera while her bottom half was slightly turned, showing off just a little bit of her ass. 

The shot ended around her shins, showing off her gorgeously long legs and cut off at her neck as to ensure she was unidentifiable in case the photo fell into the wrong hands.  But Carla would’ve recognized that body anywhere, not to mention the silky hair that fell past her shoulders.  Just looking at it, Carla felt as if she could smell coconut conditioner that made her hair so lush.

Even though Carla had memorized every single sculpted curve, the raw beauty of Y/N always stole the breath from her lungs.

Guzman swiped to the next picture and Carla’s eyebrows instantly shot up in surprise, her smirk growing into a shit-eating grin.  That pose was probably her favorite.  Y/N was lying on her stomach over her cream bedsheets, the same red lace barely covering her.  She held the phone a little over her shoulder, allowing her to get some sideboob action, but mostly her arched back and ass.  The lack of face left Carla to imagine her puffy lips and sinful look in her eyes.  It felt like an addictive high every time she even imagined Y/N in such a state.

“So she sent you that one?” Carla said, nodding at the picture, obviously unimpressed.

“What?” Guzman asked, clearly confused by Carla’s knowing smile.

“It’s old.  She sent me that one ages ago,” she said, pulling her phone out of the waistband of her skirt.

“No, but she was-”

“It’s cute that you think she’d do that just for you,” Carla giggled.  “So naive,” she said shaking her head.  Her finger scrolled through her photo gallery until she found the folder titled Y/N.

“Don’t be jealous, Carla,” Guzman lamented, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest once more.  “Like hell she’d send them to y-”

“Holy shit,” Ander mumbled under his breath as Carla showed the boys one of the more recent photos Y/N had sent her.  Watching both pairs of eyes pop out of their heads like cartoon characters was the best feeling Carla could ask for.

It was a mirror selfie of Y/N topless.  Although her free arm was draped over her chest, covering her nipples and pushing her breasts up, it didn’t leave much up for imagination.  Her face was painted in reds and pinks as she had taken the photo before she left to attend an elegant fundraiser her parents were hosting.  Her hair was still slightly wet from her shower, making it slightly curlier than usual as it covered her ears and the corners of her eyes.  She enchantingly stared into her own reflection, lips slightly parted.

It was taken in an effort to tease Carla, who she would see at the fundraiser, and ended with the two of them pushed up against a wall in the bathroom.  Y/N knew the curves of her bare shoulders leading to her breasts and her hips drove Carla crazy.  That’s why most of the photos of Y/N in Carla’s phone were quite indecent and couldn’t be exposed, especially not to Guzman and Ander.

Guzman was simply speechless.  He looked up at Carla before reverting his eyes to the last time he’d ever get see Y/N even close to naked.

Carla felt the boys had enough time to ogle once Y/N made her entrance just before the bell rang.  She stuffed her phone back into her waistband as Y/N spotted her, instantly making a beeline for.  Y/N walked past Guzman without a glance, even though she could feel his pressing stare.

“Hey, baby,” Carla greeted her, using the nickname since they were being watched so intently, although it was usually reserved for when they were alone.

“Hey, Carla,” Y/N replied.  Carla wrapped her arm comfortably around Y/N’s waist while Y/N leaned into Carla.  Y/N brushed the blonde’s hair behind her ear to leave a chaste kiss in the spot where her jaw met her ear lobe.

The two walked to their seats behind Guzman and Ander as the teacher began her lecture.  Guzman peered back at Carla, his shock morphing into anger.  All he received was an insultingly cold smile that made his blood turn to ice.

Carla wasn’t concerned with him for much longer as she had already deemed herself superior.  She had enough time to gloat and now it was time to get down to business.

Carla leaned over to Y/N.  She violently tugged her closer by the collar of her blazer, allowing her lips to barely graze against Y/N’s ear.  A shallow breath escaped Y/N’s lips.

“Guzman told me about last night.  You’re gonna pay for it tonight.”

Kinda tempted to make a pt. 2…

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[carladuquette]

happy speak now tv day! a couple of years ago i wrote a little something based on speak now (the song) and it turned into a whole taylor x elite series. next chapter - no body no crime - coming when i my wrists/arms will let me type without pain again.

ANYWAY, Speak Now - Carla/Samuel

Carla pulled at the hem of her dress, then took another sip from the small champagne bottle Lu had pressed into her hand as soon as she had gotten into Carla's car.

"I'm really not sure this is a good idea," she said one more time. "Maybe we should go home."

"Carla." Lu took her hand and waited until Carla looked at her. "We've talked about this. We're going. You need this. It'll give you… closure or something? Anyway, you can't let that little hairdresser tell you what to do. And we look way too hot to turn back now, ok? Trust me, it'll be fine."

Carla smiled briefly. Whenever Lu said that, there was at least a 50 percent chance whatever they were up to would end in disaster. Hopefully today would be different.

She braced herself and took a deep breath in the back of the car. It wasn't like she was heading to her own execution. Weddings were a happy occasion. A couple expressing their undying love for each love. Two families united as one. A never-ending flow of alcohol from the open bar. Only that she and Lu would never get to the part with the alcohol. They wouldn't go to the reception because neither of them had actually been invited to the wedding they were about to attend.

Well. Technically…

It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be

Samuel had been dating Maria when Carla had returned from London and she'd been determined to be happy for him. They had gone on a few double dates, always with a different guy by Carla's side (and a girl once, Carla had learned some things about herself in college), but eventually they'd stopped.

Samuel had canceled a dinner first, then Carla had feigned a headache and bowed out of a movie she and Sergio (or was it Raul?) were supposed to go see with Samuel and Maria. When Carla had texted Samuel a few days later with the suggestion for another date, he'd said it was a bad time, that he was studying for the final exams for his Bachelor's and Maria was busy at work.

The mean part of Carla had wanted to reply asking what exactly Maria was so busy with at the salon, but she'd just texted him a "Sure, let me know when you come up for air." He never had.

Carla hadn't minded. In fact, she'd been grateful. Going out with him and Maria had been more painful than she had been willing to admit to herself.

They'd seen each other one more time after that, at Guzman's birthday. Maria hadn't been there - "She's visiting her mom on Lanzarote," Samuel had explained - and it had been the best night Carla had had since returning to Madrid. She and Samuel had been inseparable all night. They had talked for hours. His jokes had still been stupid, his dance moves had still made him look like he was having a seizure and Carla still hadn't cared one bit. The way he'd looked at her… No one had looked at her like that in years. Carla had felt like she was right back in high school.

It had happened when Guzman had finally kicked the last guests out at 3:30 am. They had awkwardly hugged goodbye in front of Guzman's apartment building. And then they had kissed.

For the first time Carla had felt like she was actually home again. Then she'd opened her eyes and had seen the guilt written all over Samuel's face.

"I'm sorry," she had rushed to say.

"Carla…"

"No no, don't worry about it. We're both drunk, this didn't mean anything." As if it could ever not mean anything with him. "You're fine. Go home. We'll just forget this ever happened."

A few months later she'd been out for drinks with Guzman, Ander and Lu. Guzman hadn't been able to look her in the eye all night, until Lu had kicked her ex's leg under the table and exasperatedly said "Will you just tell her already?"

Samuel, as it turned out, had apparently done exactly as she had suggested, forgotten all about their kiss and proposed to his girlfriend. By the end of that night, Lu had had to hold Carla's hair back as she threw up in the bar's bathroom.

The invite had been in the mail a few weeks later. "A July wedding, it'll be way too hot," Carla had thought idly as her legs had given out. She had fully planned to attend, with a plus one, of course. But before she'd been able to send her RSVP back, Maria had shown up at her office on a Thursday. It had been raining and Carla had just gotten dropped back off at the winery after a business lunch with a buyer from Italy when she'd seen Maria in the lobby. (She still remembered every single detail of that day down to the color of her shoes - bordeaux - and the overly sweet smell of Maria's vanilla-scented perfume.) Samuel's fiancée had made it very clear that she did not want Carla to show her face at the wedding.

I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

They had actually sneaked into the church where her high school boyfriend was about to get married like it was Teatro Barcelo and she and Lu were 15. Carla took a moment to appreciate the absurdity of her life before she looked around. People were still arriving, so there was enough of a hustle and bustle that the two of them didn't attract attention standing off to the side next to a large shelf holding fliers about the church's membership drive, its Thursday night soup kitchen and the Alcoholics Anonymous group that hosted its meetings in the building's basement. The snob in Carla was appalled that no one had bothered to remove the shelf, or at least the fliers, before the wedding. Stop judging, she reminded herself. You shouldn't even be here.

Lu had no such qualms. "That has to be Maria's mother up there, right?" She scoffed. "Who wears mint green to a wedding? Honestly, that whole outfit is a disaster. I am itching just looking at the fabric from here. What is that, polyester?"

Carla nodded absentmindedly, looking for faces she'd recognize. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Nano already standing up front next to the altar, looking uncomfortable in an ill-fitting suit. "Look." She tugged on Lu's arm. "Samu must be so happy to have his brother here. I bet Nano is his best man."

"Yeah, he is." Lu chuckled. "Guzman was pretty hurt he didn't get the job. Oh my God, is that-"

Both of their mouths were hanging open as they watched a tall brunette walk past them at a distance, quietly cursing and pulling at the ruffles covering her torso. "Wow," was all Carla managed. She couldn't drag her eyes away from Rebeka in a pink tulle atrocity that she realized had to be a bridesmaid dress.

"She and Samuel must still be really good friends for her to be wearing that." Lu was laughing so hard she had to lean on the shelf and Carla shushed her. When she had calmed down she turned to Carla.

"So, I hang back here while you go find Samuel? I can text Guzman about where the room is that the guys-

"Are you insane?" Carla took a step closer to Lu so their faces were almost touching. "I am not going to talk to him! That is not why we came here!"

She was about to elaborate when a familiar voice made her freeze. "Nano!" Pilar shouted as she entered the church, cellphone in hand. "Did you tell the DJ it was next weekend?!"

Carla roughly grabbed Lu's elbow and dragged her along as she hurried behind the shelf and ducked.

Lu stared at her. "What the-"

"Sssshhh!" Carla covered Lu's mouth with her hand. Only when Pilar was far enough away they couldn't hear her shouting anymore did she remove it. "She can't see us, she'd immediately tell Samu I'm here."

The gentleness in Lu's eyes was a rare sight. "Carla, what are you doing?" she asked softly.

"Samu and I just missed our moment." Carla shrugged. She knew her hard work to look nonchalant was in vain, but that didn't mean she'd give up. "He's getting married, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Bullshit! Have you not seen a single romcom ever? Damn it, you are so clearly still in lo-"

"Shut up!" Carla could feel her face heat up. "You wanted us to come here, you dragged me to this even though I told you in no uncertain terms I did not want to go and I still very much don't want to be here! But you don't care because you thought this could be some fun little anecdote for you to tell down the road, right? 'How I crashed a working-class wedding.'"

"That's not true and I hope you know that," Lu said quietly.

Seeing hurt flash across her best friend's face and knowing she had caused it still came with the exact same mix of surprise and regret it did in high school. "I'm sorry," Carla said immediately. "No, of course I do. It's all of this, being here... It has me on edge. But you're right, it'll be good for closure. Let's just find seats in the back and get through it, ok?"

Lu smiled half-heartedly and hugged her. "If that's what you really want."

Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only looking at you

The ceremony passed in a haze. Lu covered a laugh with a cough as Rebeka walked down the aisle, other than that the two of them were silent. Carla kept staring at Samuel, trying to decipher whether he looked happy, but they were too far back for her to really read his face. When Maria floated down the aisle like a pageant queen, Carla grabbed Lu's hand without taking her eyes off the bride. She was squeezing so hard that she thought she could hear their bones crack - she'd definitely have to buy Lu a drink or five once this was over. Once this was over… when Samuel would be married. Carla closed her eyes.

After what felt like hours, when the sickeningly adorable story of how Samuel and Maria had met had been told and a friend of Maria's had sung some 90s love song off-key, the pastor cleared his throat and declared: "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Carla." When she didn't react right away, Lu pulled away her hand and pinched her arm hard enough to hurt. "Carla! This is your last chance! If you don't do something now-"

It was a physical reflex. That was the only possible explanation, because Carla certainly didn't want to get up, but there she was, on her feet, hands shaking.

"Uhm." She cleared her throat. The effect would have been comical had she not been this terrified: Every last person in the church turned to look at her. And they clearly weren't happy. Carla took a deep breath and focused on Samuel, who hadn't moved a single muscle and was staring at her slack-jawed.  

"I… I don't usually do this sort of thing-" Here she could see Rebeka laugh, the only one in the bridesmaids line-up who didn't look horrified. "But I wanted…" What exactly was it that she wanted? What was the plan here? Carla was ready to just sit down again (or, even better, have the ground open up and swallow her whole), when she felt Lu squeeze her hand. Fuck it.

"I didn't want to miss my moment. Not again. Samu, we've done that enough times. I'm sorry I didn't say this earlier, right when I got back from London or even before that, but I love you. I love you." Carla was having an out-of-body experience, but she was still pretty sure the smile slowly spreading across Samuel's face wasn't a hallucination.

"So… You shouldn't be marrying the wrong girl, I guess is what I'm saying."

A collective gasp traveled through the pews. Maria threw her bouquet to the ground and looked like she was ready to tackle Carla, but Rebeka had taken a step forward and grabbed her by the arm. Carla felt like she was floating, like she had drunk an entire bottle of champagne too quickly. Nothing could touch her. She actually giggled. "I'll be going, but if you're not going to be saying any vows, come find me outside."

She turned around and made her way out of the pew. Lu was right behind her. Once they were outside, the enormity of her actions hit her in the face. "Oh my god." Carla had to sit down on the church's front stoop because the world was spinning. She had apparently forgotten how to breathe right and struggled for tiny gulps of air. "What did I do? What just happened? I never should have come! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-"

"Hey!" Lu was kneeling in front of her, grabbing her face with both hands. "You were fucking fantastic. That was the bravest thing I have ever seen, really, Carla."

"She's right, you know?"

Carla's heart stopped. She didn't dare turn around, so when Lu got up with a wide grin on her face, Carla just kept staring straight ahead. A pair of tux-clad legs appeared in her field of vision. Carla's mouth opened without any contribution from her brain. "You can't wear sneakers with a tuxedo," she said, her voice hoarse.

Samuel's laugh rang in her ears. When she finally looked up at him, his dark eyes were serious.

"Did you really mean what you said in there?"

For the first time Carla allowed the hope that she had pushed down to unfold. She got up and grabbed Samuel's hands. "I just got up in front of all your friends and family and ruined your wedding. Of course I fucking meant it. Every word."

Before she could ask how he felt, Samuel pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. Carla moaned into the kiss and only broke away when Lu cleared her throat.

"You're welcome, bitch."

Carla practically ran the few short steps towards Lu and all but jumped into her arms. "Thank you," she whispered in her ear. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Her cheeks were wet when she pulled away.

"Any time." Lu wiped away a tear, too. "But can we get going now? I don't want to be here when the angry mob gets out."

They started walking towards their car, but Carla could feel Samuel tug at her hand. "Yeah?" She smiled at him.

"I'm really glad you came."

#speak now #speak now tv #taylor swift #carla x samuel #carmuel #lu x carla friendship #carla roson #samuel garcia #lucrecia montesinos #elite x taylor swift #fanfiction

[carladuquette]

Carla's and Lu's first New Year's Eve together

(from Close your eyes, count to ten)

Lu's dad dropped her off and Carla waved at him with a sweet smile as Lu got out of the car. They had counted on him not getting out to talk with her parents, and he didn't.

"He really bought it?" Carla wanted to be sure. Lu's grin was wide as she nodded. As far as Lu's dad was concerned, the two of them would spend New Year's Eve watching movies and painting their nails at Carla's. Why he wouldn't let his 13-year-old daughter go to a NYE party with her friends, Carla still didn't know. Her parents hadn't even blinked an eye when she'd asked whether she could spend the night at Guzman and Marina's. But Lu's bright smile had dropped almost immediately after Guzman had invited them on the last day of school before break.

"There's going to be boys there and their parents won't be home, I'm never going to be allowed to go," Lu had said, her nails digging into Carla's arm as she'd dragged her down the hall and into a bathroom stall. Carla had already decided to help - she'd only known Lu for six months, but they had decided that they would be best friends for the rest of their lives, and there was no way Carla would spend New Year's Eve without her - when Lu had looked at her with wide eyes.

"Carla, I can't not go. We have to figure something out." Of course she'd been desperate to go. Guzman had not just invited the two of them to the party, but also to the post-party sleepover, along with only Ander and Polo.

Carla wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what Lu's hopes for the night were. She didn't get what Lu saw in Guzman, but if that's what her best friend wanted, Carla was determined to help. They spent an hour going through the dress options Lu had brought in her overnight bag and finally decided on a black, sparkly dress so short Carla made Lu sit down in it to ensure she could do it without giving everyone a free show. Her own outfit, a satiny dark-green dress with a sweetheart neckline, had been waiting in her closet for weeks. Carla didn't know indecision. She'd seen it, tried it on and immediately loved it. Polo had started stuttering when she'd come out of the dressing room and asked whether he liked it, confirming that it was the right choice.

Now they were getting ready in Carla's bathroom. Lu's tongue was out as she was trying to curl her hair into perfect waves. When Justin Bieber's Sorry came on on the party playlist blasting from Carla's phone, both of them squealed. Lu put down the curling iron, took another swig from the champagne bottle Carla had swiped from her parents (who were off with Guzman and Marina's parents on a three-day trip to La Gomera) and came up bouncing behind her. Carla laughed, took her hands and twirled.

A few songs later, Carla was sitting on the counter with her eyes closed as Lu applied the metallic eyeliner they had both bought for tonight, Lu in silver and Carla in gold. There'd been a copper tone perfect for Marina's hair color but Carla had decided against getting it for her. Marina's current thing was animal cruelty and Carla didn't want another lecture like the one she'd gotten when she and Marina had gone on a - now pretty rare - shopping trip downtown and she had tried a hand cream that Marina had been appalled by. Researching Estee Lauder was too much work for a small gift like this.

"Ready!" Lu sounded proud and Carla could see why when she checked herself in the mirror.

"I love it," she told Lu. "You are so good at this! Thank god your dad bought that story. I wouldn't have had any fun without you tonight."

Lu stood on her tiptoes to hug her. "Me neither. But now it's going to be the best New Year's Eve ever!"

A few hours later, Lu's eyeliner was mostly gone from the water Carla had splashed on her face in a brief break from having to hold her hair back. They had been in here for at least 20 minutes and Carla was glad she'd had the wherewithal to drag Lu into Laura and Ventura's en-suite, so they didn't have to deal with everyone else wanting to use the main first floor bathroom.

Lu was still leaning over the toilet but hadn't thrown up in a few minutes. Carla rubbed her shoulder. "Better?" She nodded. After a brief hug, Carla let Lu settle on the floor and filled one of the porcelain toothbrush tumblers with water. One of the first things she had been impressed by when Lu had first walked into class after summer break was that she'd looked at least 15. But the girl now crouched in a glittery heap on the floor didn't look any older than the thirteen-and-a-half that she was.

"Guzman didn't see, did he?" Lu asked so quietly that Carla almost missed it. "That I nearly…"

"No," Carla said with utter confidence. "He was in the kitchen getting more chips. Don't worry."

What good would it do Lu to tell her the truth? That Guzman had walked in just as Lu had pressed her hand to her mouth, her face suddenly pale and Carla had noticed in a split-second that they'd only had a few moments before Lu would throw up all over the Nuniers' large dining table. They had made it to the bathroom just in time.

"Thank god." Lu let her head fall back against the wall behind her.

Carla made a non-committal noise. "If you didn't feel good, why didn't you stop?" She let a little grin creep into her voice. "This isn't your first time getting drunk, you should know better."

"I do!" Lu opened her eyes and Carla snorted when she saw the indignant look in them. The pissed off expression stayed on Lu's face for a few seconds longer, then she joined in with Carla's giggle.

The change came quickly, but Carla saw it even before Lu lurched forward again. She held her friend's hair as Lu emptied what looked like the last contents of her stomach into the toilet. After wiping her mouth with a piece of toilet paper, Lu made a pathetic little noise and leaned into Carla.

"I really wanted to win," she mumbled. Carla bit her tongue to not say how stupid she'd thought the whole game was from the very beginning. Someone had lined up two rows of tequila shots along the entire length of the dining table. Two people played on both sides. The players took turns downing the shots and the last one standing after the other three had bowed out won. Carla and Lu had both played once and were beaten by Juan, a junior who was on the swim team with Guzman.

When Carla had seen Lu glance at the show Guzman had made of congratulating Juan, hugging him and loudly proclaiming him to be "the man!", she'd known that Lu would want to go again. But before Lu, Ander, Marina and that blonde kid from debate were even halfway done, Guzman had lost interest in watching and wandered off. Lu had made it two-thirds down the table, and Marina and Felipe (Francisco?) had already stepped away, when she'd gotten sick. It figured, Carla thought, that Guzman had more or less ignored Lu the entire night, but was there to raise his eyebrows and smirk at them as she dragged her off to the bathroom.

"Do you want to go home?" she asked as she tugged a strand of hair behind Lu's ear.

"No!" Lu sounded scandalized. "We're doing the sleepover! Can we just sit for a little bit longer? I can't go back out there yet."

Carla agreed, but then she had a better idea. "I know the way to the roof, Marina showed me. How about I grab a Diet Coke and whatever is left of the pizza and we get some fresh air up there?"

"You know I can't have more pizza," Lu said flatly.

Carla latched onto the fact that the reply sounded mostly like a tired reflex. "But you've just thrown up for like half an hour. All the food you've had tonight is out of your body, so it totally doesn't count," she said with as much authority as she could muster.

Lu looked up at her like she wanted to be convinced, so Carla added: "Plus you need something to soak up the alcohol."

"Fine." Her voice sounded reluctant but the small smile on her face was grateful.

Carla moved quickly and managed to sneak into the kitchen and out with the pizza and diet coke without running into Polo, who at this point had to be looking for her. When she got back to the master suite, Lu had made it to the bedroom. Carla instructed her to grab the down comforter ("I don't want to freeze to death"), then dragged her out of the room, around the corner and up the stairs. There were about 15 seconds where Carla was convinced that Lu would fall from Marina's window, hit the ground and break her legs instead of making it onto the roof, and she regretted her decision bitterly.

But that was forgotten when they finally sat on the roof, the sounds from the party distant below them and the clear night sky stretching out above them. Lu's left arm and leg were pressed into her right so they could both fit into the comforter cocoon they had wrapped themselves in. Lu stuck out a hand and Carla gave her the last slice of cheese pizza.

"This is really cool." Lu sounded almost in awe and Carla felt giddiness bubble in her chest like champagne.

"The first time I was drunk was up here," she told Lu. "Marina and I decided we had to know what it was like so it wouldn't take us by surprise when other people were around."

"Smart," Lu managed through her laugh.

"I had brought a bottle of wine and she had swiped like four beers from Guzman. He'd caught her, but he couldn't exactly tell their parents that Marina had taken his beer." Now Carla had tears of laughter running down her cheeks, too.

She told Lu about how her and Marina had been convinced it wasn't working until Marina had tried to get up and almost fallen off the roof.

"Why don't you hang out as much anymore?" Lu asked her.

Carla shrugged. "I don't know. Marina has changed." They were quiet for a moment until Carla decided to change the subject.

"Hey, didn't you say Valerio might stop by after midnight if his friend's party sucked? It is," she checked her phone, "almost 1:30. Do you think he's still coming?"

"No," Lu said immediately.

Carla frowned. That was weird. "Ooook… Did something happen?"

"We…" Lu wouldn't look at her. She pulled the comforter closer around her, which ended up pulling Carla so close, she could hear her friend's quick breaths. "We had a fight." She finally looked up with a smile so obviously fake Carla was almost offended, and rolled her eyes. "Val thinks Guzman is kind of an idiot, I told him he was an idiot and then we were both yelling. So yeah, he's definitely not coming."

Carla was inclined to agree with Valerio at least half the time, but all she said was "I'm sorry." She knew how excited Lu had been about her half-brother spending his three-week winter break in Spain.

"Sometimes I wish I had a brother. Or a sister." Carla didn't know where the words had come from. She had never said them out loud before. Polo would take it as meaning that he wasn't enough to keep her happy and Marina would go off on a rant and offer her Guzman, Carla was pretty sure.

She could feel Lu look at her for a few seconds. "Yeah, I get that," she said softly then. "Being alone with your parents kinda sucks, right?"

"It's a lot sometimes," Carla said. She bit her lip. Why did her voice sound so weird? "They have all these expectations…"

Suddenly she felt Lu's arm around her waist and her head on her shoulder. "Well, I can't take the wineries off your hands," she said with a grin that Carla didn't have to twist her head to see to know it was there. "But you know, you still have me. You're basically like my sister."

Carla couldn't speak for a moment. Then she choked out a "You, too."

Lu pulled away. "Oh my god, are you crying?"

"No!" Carla slapped her arm. "My throat hurts because we've been sitting up here in the cold for forever. Are you ready to go back to the party now?"

"Sure, whatever." Lu dropped the comforter and got up. When Carla was standing, too, Lu enveloped her in a hug. Carla held on tight for a few seconds. Then they made their way back into Marina's room and downstairs to the party.

#happy new year #elite #fanfiction #best friends #lu x carla #close your eyes #lucrecia montesinos #carla roson #writing #new year's eve

[carladuquette]

Carla & Lu - No body, no crime

A new chapter in The ties were black, the lies were white, my Elite x Taylor Swift series. This one is not like the others so far - no happy ending, not with that song (IYKYK). It's violent in places and just... sad. Can be read as a mirror piece to Midnights in October.

"What did you do to her?" Carla's voice was loud enough to make a few people look their way, even with the noise level in the bar.

Guzman laughed, probably to show everyone around them how absurd the question was, but it wasn't real. Carla could tell. His hand landed on her forearm, and he wouldn't let her pull away.

"Not you, too," he said loudly, shaking his head like he was disappointed in her.

The pressure on her arm suggested a different emotion, though, and Carla saw it in his eyes, too. He was angry. Furious that she'd dared to call him out in public.

"I want to get Lu back just as much as everyone else." The patrons next to them were still looking, enjoying the free show, and after a second of silence, Guzman cleared his throat. "More, of course. Because she is my wife and I- and I love her."

His voice gave out, and he let go of her arm to wipe his eyes. The bartender pushed another whiskey toward him, "on the house," looking like she might burst into tears of sympathy any second.

Guzman threw back the drink, then got up to leave, a little unsteady on his feet. When he was just past her, he froze for a second. After he had seemingly made up his mind, he turned back around and leaned in so close that Carla could smell the alcohol on his breath. For a second, his cold eyes locked onto hers. Then he whispered in her ear.

"You'll never find her. Never." The words wrapped around her throat and cut off her air. "And you know what they say: No body, no-"

The slap made her hand ache, but it was worth it. For a second, Guzman stared at her, surprised. Then he remembered where they were, got his face under control and was the disappointed, dejected husband again.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," he said before walking out the door.

Carla had to hold on to the bar to not slide off her chair.

(@snappy-bambi, you probably thought i would never get this done, considering how long i've been going on about it, lol. but i did ittt)

#carla and lu my girls #their friendship is honestly one of my fav things to write #also: sorryyy i do love guzman #he was just too perfect of a villain for this not to go there #elite #taylor swift #elite x taylor swift #major character death #it felt so good to get back to writing fic! #carla is killing it in this #carla roson #lucrecia montesinos #lu x carla #lu x carla friendship #guzman nunier #lu x guzman #valerio montesinos #cayetana grajera #fanfiction #no body no crime #please check the chapter on ao3 for content warnings

[carladuquette]

Happy Halloween! Here’s a little Elite x Hocus Pocus (feat. Witch!Lu 🔥)

I put a spell on you

"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Garcia," Mrs. Birch said dryly. "I'm glad you're here to hear the story I'm about to tell about some of our town's most famous daughters…"

The whole class intoned it with her: "The Sanderson sisters."

Samuel had never heard of these supposedly uber-famous sisters, but considering that the entire town was bursting at the seams with black cats, pointy hats and broomsticks, he had a pretty good idea of what was coming.

"The Sanderson sisters were the most powerful witches Salem had ever seen."

Yep. Witches. Of course it was witches. Samuel tuned out his teacher's overdramatic voice and stared out the window at the falling leaves. Why did his mom have to get a job not only in New England, where fall was cold and the air annoyingly crisp, but in Cuckoo Central? People here took their childish ghost stories so damn serious-

“Mr. Garcia!" Case in point.

"You should be paying particular attention." Mrs. Birch looked at him with raised eyebrows until Samuel made a show of sitting up straight and folding his hands on his desk. When he saw Polo whisper something into Carla's ear, making her laugh, his fingers tightened.

Mrs. Birch reprimanded Carla, too, who apologized with a sweet smile, then added that she could tell the story of the Sanderson sisters herself at this point. The teacher encouraged her to go ahead and Carla turned around, looking directly at Samuel for a second before letting her glance wander across the classroom.

"The witches didn't just kill livestock, ruin harvests and set people's houses on fire." She paused for effect. "They also stole children, sucked the life force out of them and ate them!"

Samuel snorted. Sure they did.

"What, you don't believe that, West Coast?" Polo asked him with a smirk.

"Not everyone is as gullible as you, you-" Mrs. Birch interrupted before Samuel could come up with a list of names to call that preppy jerk.

"Well, the eating part is still up for debate," she said as seriously as if they were discussing a new theory published in Scientific American. "But Carla is right, they killed many, many children before they were finally caught and hanged at dawn on All Hallows' Eve, 1693. But right before they died, the eldest, Lucrecia, placed a curse on the entire town. If a virgin ever lights the sisters' black-flamed candle on Halloween night, they will return to Salem and kill all the children in it!"

None of his classmates laughed. Samuel looked around to be sure and yeah, not a grin to be seen. How was this real?

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, perhaps a little too loud. "How are you believing this? You do know what all these women we call witches today really were, right? Lucrecia and her sisters probably minded their own business and dabbled in herbology a bit until their Puritan neighbors decided that unmarried women were suspect and hanged them."

"How very feminist of you, Mr. Garcia." Now the entire class laughed. Samuel rolled his eyes. "But you are sorely mistaken. If there was any doubt about how wicked and powerful the Sanderson sisters were, you'd only have to look at the fate of Lucrecia's lover. Who can tell me what she did to poor Guzman Nunier?"

All hands except for Samuel's rose and Mrs. Birch picked Carla to finish her story.

"One night, she caught him cheating on her with her youngest sister, Cayetana." Samuel was pretty sure he wasn't imagining the sparkle in Carla's eye or the glee in her voice as she went on. "Lucrecia poisoned him and hexed his mouth shut so he would never be able to lie again, not even in the afterlife."

#happy halloween #i had a lot of fun with this #especially with the witches #hocus pocus #the sanderson sisters #elite #carla x samuel #carmuel #samuel garcia #carla roson #lucrecia montesinos #guzman nunier #lu x guzman #fanfiction #writing #halloween

[carladuquette]

Close your eyes, count to ten// Ch. 41

I finally managed to post the penultimate chapter and… Guys. This whole thing is almost over 🥺 But before the end, there’s Carla dealing with her past, a guest appearance by everyone’s fav ex-tennis-player, and lots of Lu-Carla and Lu-Guzman friendship goodness.

"I wasn’t alone growing up." Carla looked down at her hands before straightening up, her eyes finding Lu's. "I had Polo."

It took a few seconds for the full weight of Carla’s words to hit - and then Lu crumbled in front of her eyes. She folded over at the waist, and Carla saw the tears in her eyes before she covered her face with her hands.

"Lu…" Carla helplessly reached out a hand, but Lu curled further into herself and away from her.

They had been at this point a couple of times, in the weeks after graduation. Carla had thought she'd managed to reach Lu back then. Managed to convince her that no, it wasn't torture to be in the same room with her. That she didn't hate Lu for what she'd done. Clearly that had been naïve of her.

Finally Lu looked up at her with bloodshot eyes. She was hiccupping and wiping at her blotched face. Carla felt transported back to Teatro Barcelo, that moment right before her world was thrown off its axis for the second time, when she had happened upon Lu barely standing upright in the door to the club's bathroom. Her heart clenched now as it had then, and she had to breathe slowly to not give in to tears herself.

"I’m so sorry," Lu got out. "I don't know how you can even-"

"No, stop." Carla stared into the middle distance for a moment. Then she turned to Lu and grabbed both her hands. "Listen to me. Polo and I fucked it up way beforehand. And then after he killed Marina… It was my fault too that he died. Had he confessed like he wanted to, it would have never gotten this far."

She let her eyes rest on Lu's face. There was pain there. But after sitting on the couch together for a while, the only sound the raindrops on the skylight, Carla saw a little of it melt away. And now there was hope there, too, something Lu's face had been devoid of on graduation night and in the weeks after.

"I don't want to focus on the bad. You shouldn't either, Lu. I mean it. I was never really alone growing up because Polo was always there. That was a gift. I’m grateful he was in my life." When she saw a small smile, teary as it may be, on Lu's face, Carla felt like something had lifted off her chest. She squeezed Lu's hand. "And I’m grateful you’re in it, too."

#i love them 😭 #my girls #val and rebe will be back for the final chapter #lucrecia montesinos #carla roson #guzman nunier #ander munoz #lu x carla friendship #lu x carla #lu x guzman friendship #carla x polo #elite #fanfiction #writing #close your eyes

[carladuquette]

I'm really hoping to get the penultimate chapter of Close your eyes up before Easter. Until then, here's a snippet from Carla's POV- the final time I wrote her, or at least this version of her. I still can't believe it's ending...

Carla felt an honest smile spread over her face when Andrea stepped next to Begoña and reached out to squeeze her hand.

"We are so proud of you, honey."

Seeing the two women in front of her, with equal parts pride and melancholia on their faces, made Carla's heart ache. She didn't doubt that Andrea meant what she said. But she also knew that a part of her and Begoña would always long for Polo whenever they looked at her. That they were probably so free with their affection toward her because they regretted criticizing Polo so much while he was still alive.

#lots of bittersweetness in this one #close your eyes #carla roson #polo benavent #carla x polo #elite #fanfiction

[carladuquette]

The ties were black, the lies were white: Taylor Swift/Elite series.

Ch. 1: Carla/Samuel 🎵 Speak Now

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Carla." When she didn't react right away, Lu pulled away her hand and pinched her arm hard enough to hurt. "Carla! This is your last chance! If you don't do something now-"

It was a physical reflex. That was the only possible explanation, because Carla certainly didn't want to get up, but there she was, on her feet, hands shaking.

"Uhm." She cleared her throat. The effect would have been comical had she not been this terrified: Every last person in the church turned to look at her. And they clearly weren't happy. Carla took a deep breath and focused on Samuel, who hadn't moved a single muscle and was staring at her slack-jawed.

"I… I don't usually do this sort of thing-" Here she could see Rebeka laugh, the only one in the bridesmaids line-up who didn't look horrified. "But I wanted…" What exactly was it that she wanted? What was the plan here? Carla was ready to just sit down again (or, even better, have the ground open up and swallow her whole), when she felt Lu squeeze her hand. Fuck it.

#taylor swift #elite x taylor swift #carla x samuel #carmuel #carla roson #samuel garcia #alternative title: #how i crashed a working class wedding #i’m excited for midnights so i’m bringing this back #elite #fanfiction

[carladuquette]

A little Close your eyes NYE flashback. Have a great start to 2023, everyone!

** Carla's and Lu's first New Year's Eve together

Lu's dad dropped her off and Carla waved at him with a sweet smile as Lu got out of the car. They had counted on him not getting out to talk with her parents, and he didn't.  

"He really bought it?" Carla wanted to be sure. Lu's grin was wide as she nodded. As far as Lu's dad was concerned, the two of them would spend New Year's Eve watching movies and painting their nails at Carla's. Why he wouldn't let his 13-year-old daughter go to a NYE party with her friends, Carla still didn't know. Her parents hadn't even blinked an eye when she'd asked whether she could spend the night at Guzman and Marina's. But Lu's bright smile had dropped almost immediately after Guzman had invited them on the last day of school before break.

"There's going to be boys there and their parents won't be home, I'm never going to be allowed to go," Lu had said, her nails digging into Carla's arm as she'd dragged her down the hall and into a bathroom stall. Carla had already decided to help - she'd only known Lu for six months, but they had decided that they would be best friends for the rest of their lives, and there was no way Carla would spend New Year's Eve without her - when Lu had looked at her with wide eyes.

"Carla, I can't not go. We have to figure something out." Of course she'd been desperate to go. Guzman had not just invited the two of them to the party, but also to the post-party sleepover, along with only Ander and Polo.

Carla wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what Lu's hopes for the night were. She didn't get what Lu saw in Guzman, but if that's what her best friend wanted, Carla was determined to help. They spent an hour going through the dress options Lu had brought in her overnight bag and finally decided on a black, sparkly dress so short Carla made Lu sit down in it to ensure she could do it without giving everyone a free show. Her own outfit, a satiny dark-green dress with a sweetheart neckline, had been waiting in her closet for weeks. Carla didn't know indecision. She'd seen it, tried it on and immediately loved it. Polo had started stuttering when she'd come out of the dressing room and asked whether he liked it, confirming that it was the right choice.

Now they were getting ready in Carla's bathroom. Lu's tongue was out as she was trying to curl her hair into perfect waves. When Justin Bieber's Sorry came on on the party playlist blasting from Carla's phone, both of them squealed. Lu put down the curling iron, took another swig from the champagne bottle Carla had swiped from her parents (who were off with Guzman and Marina's parents on a three-day trip to La Gomera) and came up bouncing behind her. Carla laughed, took her hands and twirled.

A few songs later, Carla was sitting on the counter with her eyes closed as Lu applied the metallic eyeliner they had both bought for tonight, Lu in silver and Carla in gold. There'd been a copper tone perfect for Marina's hair color but Carla had decided against getting it for her. Marina's current thing was animal cruelty and Carla didn't want another lecture like the one she'd gotten when she and Marina had gone on a - now pretty rare - shopping trip downtown and she had tried a hand cream that Marina had been appalled by. Researching Estee Lauder was too much work for a small gift like this.

"Ready!" Lu sounded proud and Carla could see why when she checked herself in the mirror.

"I love it," she told Lu. "You are so good at this! Thank god your dad bought that story. I wouldn't have had any fun without you tonight."

Lu stood on her tiptoes to hug her. "Me neither. But now it's going to be the best New Year's Eve ever!"

A few hours later, Lu's eyeliner was mostly gone from the water Carla had splashed on her face in a brief break from having to hold her hair back. They had been in here for at least 20 minutes and Carla was glad she'd had the wherewithal to drag Lu into Laura and Ventura's en-suite, so they didn't have to deal with everyone else wanting to use the main first floor bathroom.  

Lu was still leaning over the toilet but hadn't thrown up in a few minutes. Carla rubbed her shoulder. "Better?" She nodded. After a brief hug, Carla let Lu settle on the floor and filled one of the porcelain toothbrush tumblers with water. One of the first things she had been impressed by when Lu had first walked into class after summer break was that she'd looked at least 15. But the girl now crouched in a glittery heap on the floor didn't look any older than the thirteen-and-a-half that she was.

"Guzman didn't see, did he?" Lu asked so quietly that Carla almost missed it. "That I nearly…"

"No," Carla said with utter confidence. "He was in the kitchen getting more chips. Don't worry."

What good would it do Lu to tell her the truth? That Guzman had walked in just as Lu had pressed her hand to her mouth, her face suddenly pale and Carla had noticed in a split-second that they'd only had a few moments before Lu would throw up all over the Nuniers' large dining table. They had made it to the bathroom just in time.

"Thank god." Lu let her head fall back against the wall behind her.

Carla made a non-committal noise. "If you didn't feel good, why didn't you stop?" She let a little grin creep into her voice. "This isn't your first time getting drunk, you should know better."

"I do!" Lu opened her eyes and Carla snorted when she saw the indignant look in them. The pissed off expression stayed on Lu's face for a few seconds longer, then she joined in with Carla's giggle.

The change came quickly, but Carla saw it even before Lu lurched forward again. She held her friend's hair as Lu emptied what looked like the last contents of her stomach into the toilet. After wiping her mouth with a piece of toilet paper, Lu made a pathetic little noise and leaned into Carla.

"I really wanted to win," she mumbled. Carla bit her tongue to not say how stupid she'd thought the whole game was from the very beginning. Someone had lined up two rows of tequila shots along the entire length of the dining table. Two people played on both sides. The players took turns downing the shots and the last one standing after the other three had bowed out won. Carla and Lu had both played once and were beaten by Juan, a junior who was on the swim team with Guzman.

When Carla had seen Lu glance at the show Guzman had made of congratulating Juan, hugging him and loudly proclaiming him to be "the man!", she'd known that Lu would want to go again. But before Lu, Ander, Marina and that blonde kid from debate were even halfway done, Guzman had lost interest in watching and wandered off. Lu had made it two-thirds down the table, and Marina and Felipe (Francisco?) had already stepped away, when she'd gotten sick. It figured, Carla thought, that Guzman had more or less ignored Lu the entire night, but was there to raise his eyebrows and smirk at them as she dragged her off to the bathroom.   

"Do you want to go home?" she asked as she tugged a strand of hair behind Lu's ear.

"No!" Lu sounded scandalized. "We're doing the sleepover! Can we just sit for a little bit longer? I can't go back out there yet."

Carla agreed, but then she had a better idea. "I know the way to the roof, Marina showed me. How about I grab a Diet Coke and whatever is left of the pizza and we get some fresh air up there?"

"You know I can't have more pizza," Lu said flatly.

Carla latched onto the fact that the reply sounded mostly like a tired reflex. "But you've just thrown up for like half an hour. All the food you've had tonight is out of your body, so it totally doesn't count," she said with as much authority as she could muster.

Lu looked up at her like she wanted to be convinced, so Carla added: "Plus you need something to soak up the alcohol."

"Fine." Her voice sounded reluctant but the small smile on her face was grateful.

Carla moved quickly and managed to sneak into the kitchen and out with the pizza and diet coke without running into Polo, who at this point had to be looking for her. When she got back to the master suite, Lu had made it to the bedroom. Carla instructed her to grab the down comforter ("I don't want to freeze to death"), then dragged her out of the room, around the corner and up the stairs. There were about 15 seconds where Carla was convinced that Lu would fall from Marina's window, hit the ground and break her legs instead of making it onto the roof, and she regretted her decision bitterly.

But that was forgotten when they finally sat on the roof, the sounds from the party distant below them and the clear night sky stretching out above them. Lu's left arm and leg were pressed into her right so they could both fit into the comforter cocoon they had wrapped themselves in. Lu stuck out a hand and Carla gave her the last slice of cheese pizza.

"This is really cool." Lu sounded almost in awe and Carla felt giddiness bubble in her chest like champagne.

"The first time I was drunk was up here," she told Lu. "Marina and I decided we had to know what it was like so it wouldn't take us by surprise when other people were around."

"Smart," Lu managed through her laugh.

"I had brought a bottle of wine and she had swiped like four beers from Guzman. He'd caught her, but he couldn't exactly tell their parents that Marina had taken his beer." Now Carla had tears of laughter running down her cheeks, too.

She told Lu about how her and Marina had been convinced it wasn't working until Marina had tried to get up and almost fallen off the roof.

"Why don't you hang out as much anymore?" Lu asked her.

Carla shrugged. "I don't know. Marina has changed." They were quiet for a moment until Carla decided to change the subject.

"Hey, didn't you say Valerio might stop by after midnight if his friend's party sucked? It is," she checked her phone, "almost 1:30. Do you think he's still coming?"

"No," Lu said immediately.

Carla frowned. That was weird. "Ooook… Did something happen?"

"We…" Lu wouldn't look at her. She pulled the comforter closer around her, which ended up pulling Carla so close, she could hear her friend's quick breaths. "We had a fight." She finally looked up with a smile so obviously fake Carla was almost offended, and rolled her eyes. "Val thinks Guzman is kind of an idiot, I told him he was an idiot and then we were both yelling. So yeah, he's definitely not coming."

Carla was inclined to agree with Valerio at least half the time, but all she said was "I'm sorry." She knew how excited Lu had been about her half-brother spending his three-week winter break in Spain.

"Sometimes I wish I had a brother. Or a sister." Carla didn't know where the words had come from. She had never said them out loud before. Polo would take it as meaning that he wasn't enough to keep her happy and Marina would go off on a rant and offer her Guzman, Carla was pretty sure.

She could feel Lu look at her for a few seconds. "Yeah, I get that," she said softly then. "Being alone with your parents kinda sucks, right?"

"It's a lot sometimes," Carla said. She bit her lip. Why did her voice sound so weird? "They have all these expectations…"

Suddenly she felt Lu's arm around her waist and her head on her shoulder. "Well, I can't take the wineries off your hands," she said with a grin that Carla didn't have to twist her head to see to know it was there. "But you know, you still have me. You're basically like my sister."

Carla couldn't speak for a moment. Then she choked out a "You, too."

Lu pulled away. "Oh my god, are you crying?"

"No!" Carla slapped her arm. "My throat hurts because we've been sitting up here in the cold for forever. Are you ready to go back to the party now?"

"Sure, whatever." Lu dropped the comforter and got up. When Carla was standing, too, Lu enveloped her in a hug. Carla held on tight for a few seconds. Then they made their way back into Marina's room and downstairs to the party.

#close your eyes #lu x carla friendship #bffs #nye #new year's eve #elite #pre canon #fanfiction #lucrecia montesinos #carla roson

[carladuquette]

I put a spell on you// Ch. 1

Elite meets Hocus Pocus. Samuel just moved to Salem and thinks all the witch stuff everyone obsesses over is dumb. But his crush Carla believes in witches, too, so he goes along with it on Halloween. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

"The Sanderson sisters didn't just kill livestock, ruin harvests and set people's houses on fire." Carla paused for effect. "They also stole children, sucked the life force out of them and ate them!"

Samuel snorted. Sure they did.

"What, you don't believe that, West Coast?" Polo asked him with a smirk.

"Not everyone is as gullible as you, you-"

Mrs. Birch interrupted before Samuel could come up with a list of names to call that preppy jerk.

"Well, the eating part is still up for debate," she said as seriously as if they were discussing a new theory published in Scientific American. "But Carla is right, they killed many, many children before they were finally caught and hanged at dawn on All Hallows' Eve, 1693. But right before they died, the eldest, Lucrecia, placed a curse on the entire town. If a virgin ever lights the sisters' black-flamed candle on Halloween night, they will return to Salem and kill all the children in it!"

None of his classmates laughed. Samuel looked around to be sure and yeah, not a grin to be seen. How was this real?

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, perhaps a little too loud. "How are you believing this? You do know what all these women we call witches today really were, right? Lucrecia and her sisters probably minded their own business and dabbled in herbology a bit until their Puritan neighbors decided that unmarried women were suspect and hanged them."

#elite #hocus pocus #samuel garcia #carla roson #carla x samuel #carmuel #lucrecia montesinos #or rather: lucrecia sanderson #and potentially my fav character: nani garcia #no that’s not a typo #the sanderson sisters #halloween #witches #i had a lot of fun with this 😅 #fanfiction #writing