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hi! i saw ur post on omander fic recs, and wanted to shamelessly rec u mine? hahah it's basically a rewrite of s4 and nothing from the actual s4 is in it. it's not complete yet, i just posted the first chapter but hopefully it's something u were looking for!
title: we are alive by all the things we still don't know
by missinglockets
archiveofourown dot org/works/32769631/chapters/81305185
Nice!
Will read it for sure. Keep it up with the Omander fics pleasee, we need more. We deserve better story, heck, THEY deserve it!
I wish I could write too, but my English not really good...
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Omander doing lots of PDA at school and the others calling them out for it
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Ship: Ander Munoz + Omar Shanaa (Omander)
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Going to the same school as your boyfriend was awesome.
For the past few years Ander had watched his friends sucking faces in the halls at school and now, it was his turn to share kisses in-between classes or sneak off during lunch.
Being from different social classes, Ander never thought this day would happen. But, the day has come and Omar signed up at Las Encinas' program - thanks to Azucena for helping him get a scholarship - and Ander couldn't be happier. Not only will they attend the same school, but there will be better future opportunities for Omar than what his old school would have offered him.
Despite both re-doing their final year, Ander and Omar didn’t have all classes in common, which made it harder than they would have liked to see each other at school. But, for the classes they did have together, they made sure to sit at the same table.
At Omar's old school, English wasn't a priority subject. It didn't hold as much importance in your grades that it does at Las Encinas which was an issue for Omar - who wasn't the best at English. It was easier to learn than Spanish - or Arabic -, but he had to maintain good grades in order to keep his scholarship, which meant he had to listen and pay attention in class. In other words, not let himself get distracted by Ander.
This task was easier said than done. Omar was trying to listen, he really was, but Ander slid his hand on his thigh as the teacher had their back to them, explaining something on the large board and all Omar wanted to do was lean into his lover's touch...and open his legs wider.
A small crumpled ball of paper was thrown at their desk, forcing Omar to snap out and look back over Ander's shoulder, catching Rebeca a few seats behind them. She winked at them and Omar knew: she saw.
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Having your next class at the other end of the school was annoying. After going through such long chemo treatments, Ander was still hit by fatigue easily if he made too much effort. It was a pain in the ass and he didn't like using his cancer after-effects for excuses when teachers asked him why he was late. He had gotten enough pitiful looks last year.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Ander’s arm as he passed the hallway and pulled him aside. His first instinct was to shake the person’s hand off him, but once he looked up and recognized his lover’s face, he leaned in and smiled.
‘’Hi,'' Omar said, pressing their foreheads together. Ander brushed his nose with Omar’s, his smile widening as he kept talking. ''Where were you going?''
''My Spanish class...but Spanish can wait.'' He cupped Omar’s face and kissed him, resting his back against the row of lockers, unbothered by the few students passing by.
At first, Ander was hesitant about showing PDA at school, a part of him still worried about others’ eyes on him, but he quickly stopped caring, unable to resist Omar wearing his Las Encinas uniform. Damn, he looked hot.
Ander knotted his hands behind Omar's neck and deepened the kiss, feeling Omar’s hands under his blazer, pulling him closer. One of Omar’s hands moved to Ander’s hair, loving the feel of his newly-grown curls. The first bell rang and Ander ignored it. Just a minute more, he told himself. His next class was two doors down, he can make a quick run if needed.
''Catch a break, you two,'' Guzman said, walking past them in the hallway.
Ander flipped him off, continuing kissing Omar just to annoy his friend.
‘’You’re gonna be late to Spanish. Come on, Ander.’’ Guzman grabbed his jacket and pulled Ander away from Omar, knowing he would go back to kissing Omar and arrive late to his class if he didn’t intervene.
‘’Hey! I wasn’t finished.’’
Guzman ignored his complaint, dragging Ander away, causing the latter to almost trip in the middle of the hallway. ‘’See you later, Omar.’’
Behind them, Omar chuckled and shook his head.
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Omar pulled Ander's tie, knowing Ander loved when he did that, causing the latter to smile through the kiss and force Omar to step back. A soft clatter of metal echoed through the locker room as Omar's back hit the locker.
''Are you just going to tease me or are you going to...do something?'' he asked Omar, leaning to whisper into his ear although they were alone in here.
Sneaking to make out in the locker room during lunch hour was something the couple did regularly. They used to go in an empty classroom, but a teacher almost caught them twice and Ander didn't want to get sent to his mom's office for being caught making out with Omar. How embarrassing would that be? They already have to be careful at home and Omar is certain Azucena heard them more than once because Ander cannot be quiet to save his life.
''That depends on you,'' Omar said, leaving Ander’s lips to kiss his jaw and neck, jostling the thin silver hoop dangling from his ear as Ander tugged at Omar's white shirt, trying to untuck it from his pants. It wasn't an easy task, but he got it out, in the end.
Ander pulled his eyebrows, confused. ''On me?''
Omar hummed in response, hooking a finger through the other’s belt loop and tugging him closer, causing their lower halves to brush. It was a small move, but it had a lot of effects on Ander who, once again, proved his incapability to be quiet, hissing in pleasure and at the friction between their growing erections.
They hadn't been kissing for long, but not a lot was needed to get a reaction below the belt. After all, they were still hormonal teenagers.
They resumed back to kissing, adding too much tongue to be school appropriate, and Ander reached up under Omar’s shirt, trailing his blunt fingernails across his back. Omar got started on Ander’s shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as he could before getting to his belt and doing the same.
Ander removed his shirt, throwing it somewhere just like his and Omar’s blazers, feeling too hot for wearing this much clothes. In times like this, uniforms were very inconvenient.
Omar started kissing down Ander's chest and stomach, giving his milky skin a little bite just above the waistband of his underwear as he slowly sunk to his knees. As the palestinian boy was taking his sweet time, Ander's hands found home in his boyfriend's dark hair, pushing his hips forward in a silent message, begging him to get to the point and pull his damn pants down already. Maybe he was impatient, but they were in school, not at home in Ander's bedroom. Time was limited.
Pants pooling around the brunet's ankles, Omar caressed Ander's thigh, the hair under his fingers rising at his touch, making Omar smile as he watched the effect he had on his boyfriend.
Too caught up in their own bubble of pleasure, neither boys heard the door open and close shut. It's only when Omar was about to pull Ander's underwear down and a new voice echoed that the horny lovebirds were pulled from their love drunk haze.
''Someone's having fun in here,'' Guzman pointed with amusement, making Ander snap out of his sexual trance, his jagged breath and impatient grunts cutting short as he saw his best friend standing there, front row to an almost-blowjob between his best friend and boyfriend.
If it had been anyone else, they would've turned around and left, but Guzman smirked, a little too amused by the situation. To make things even better, it wasn’t the first time Guzman caught them at the wrong time. It's like Guzman had a knack to be a cockblock.
Omar rose from the ground to sit on the bench facing the lockers, a deep red blush settling over his cheeks and traveling down his neck. A part of him was embarrassed, but he had to admit that it was still a bit funny. Ander, on the other hand, wasn't humored. At all. He groaned in annoyance and embarrassment, his hard on very visible as it strained the fabric of his underwear, leaving little to imagination.
''Tables have turned, I see. Now, you're the one who likes to play risqué.''
Ander narrowed his eyes at him. He was going to murder him. Why did he have to walk in now? Why?
''Guzman! Get out...'' Ander shouted in frustration.
Guzman's laugh echoed as he left the locker room and Ander let his head fall back against the locker, hands covering his face. As soon as the door shut behind him, Omar was about to get back to his knees and go back to where they left off, but Ander moved away, Guzman's impromptu entrance having completely killed the mood.
''If anyone should be embarrassed by this, it's me. I'm the one who was on his knees,'' Omar pointed out. ''At least it was just Guzman.''
''That may be, but I’m the one that won’t hear the end of this for weeks.’’
Omar chuckled. ''Admit it, we kinda asked for it.''
Sneaking to a place where there was no lock. What were they thinking? They were bound to get caught.
A smile bloomed on Ander's lips, a soft laugh escaping.
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I Worry Cause I Care (Elite Fic)
Requests: Could you write a fic where Guzman is really protective with Ander & something about Omar and Ander talking thing after they make up at the hospital
Pair: Ander x Omar
Characters: Ander, Omar, Guzman
Ander didn’t know what to think when Omar walked through the doors. Was he saying goodbye? Was he trying to hurt him-or was that just a side effect of your first love moving to another country? Shouldn’t he be at the airport? (Not that Ander had kept track of the exact date and time of Omar’s departure.) He definitely shouldn’t be here. And he definitely shouldn’t be smiling at his mom. And he definitely shouldn’t be sitting right next to him.
“You look familiar.”
What was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to send Ander a message? “Oh, I’ve moved on. Let me make it sting in your memory forever.” Message received. Hear you loud and clear. But why did he have to come to the hospital?
“Andres, no?”
And suddenly, Ander understood. Omar wasn’t going to New York. Omar wasn’t pouring salt in the wound. Omar was here.
“Roman,” Ander played along easily.
They both fell sil ent for a moment, and Ander knew he had to tell Omar the news.
But then Omar started going on and on about being a boomerang, and how he wasn’t going to leave Ander. Ander didn’t want Omar to say anything he didn’t mean just because he was under the impression that Ander was still ill.
“I won’t leave you because I love you, Dickhead.” It took everything in Ander to remain calm as Omar placed a hand on the back of his neck. “I haven’t stopped loving you even for one day.”
“You won’t have to,” Ander spoke. Omar removed his hand, shock replacing the anxiety in his stomach. “It’s in remission. They just told me.” Ander couldn’t help himself. “But that was a beautiful speech.”
Omar sighed and kissed Ander with all the love he had. “I mean it,” Omar rested his forehead against Ander’s as they pulled away. “I wasn’t just saying shit. I don’t care what happens. I’m here. You can push me away all you want, but you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”
“I did it because I love you,” Ander mumbled.
“Always need to be the romantic hero,” Omar chuckled softly.
“I mean it. I love you and I want you to live your life. I don’t want you to worry about me all the time.”
“I care about you, Idiot. Let me worry, okay?”
“Okay,” Ander nodded slowly. “But I’m okay. You don’t need to get paranoid or anything.”
Omar nodded in reply. “I’ll work on it.”
Ander smiled slightly in awe. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
“Believe it. I’m not going anywhere.”
Guzman was exhausted. It had been a long day at the hospital, but he was relieved to know that his best friend was going to be okay. That this fight was worth it, and Ander would still be around. What he wasn’t as excited to find out, however, was everything that happened with Malick in the past few months. He couldn’t wrap his head around what he did to Nadia. He wanted Nadia to be happy, with or without him.
He wanted Ander to be happy, too. He spent so much time being angry at him that he almost forgot why it had hurt him so much: they were best friends. Guzman didn’t want anything horrible to happen to Ander again. He remembered the moment at the hospital when we watched Ander see Omar. When he watched Ander hear that Omar would stay. Guzman couldn’t remember the last time he saw Ander so happy. He wanted to save it in his mind and keep it forever.
But the world was cruel. Ander had endured more in a few months than anyone should ever have to live through. Guzman had to ensure that nothing would hurt him ever again.
“See you at lunch,” Ander smiled the smile that only Omar could provide.
Guzman had gotten into the habit of watching them. Maybe it was weird, but he knew he had his best friend’s interest in mind. I just have to make sure. He thought. Ander approached Guzman. “You coming? Class is starting soon.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Guzman replied.
Ander nodded and disappeared into the crowded hallway of students.
“Omar,” Guzman caught up with him as he walked in the opposite direction of Ander and his next lesson. “What’s up?”
Guzman realized he didn’t actually know what to say in this scenario. Too late now.
“I’m going to class,” Omar chuckled. Omar was confused as Guzman grabbed his arm and pulled him to the end of the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Ander is my best friend,” Guzman rushed out when the reached the stairwell.
“I know.”
“I just…I want to be sure that you’re…” Guzman felt embarrassed all of a sudden. What the hell was he doing?
“That I’m what?” Omar laughed. “Satisfying him sexually.”
“No!” Guzman was bright red.
“Then what?”
“Just that…you’re going to treat him right.”
“Guzman,” Omar rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about. I love him. I promise…I’ll be good to him.”
“Good,” Guzman gave a few slow, awkward nods. “Then, I guess we’re good.”
“Good.”
They both stood silent for a moment.
“Can I go to class now?” Omar smiled.
“Yeah, sorry.” Guzman didn’t realize until that moment that he was still holding Omar’s arm. He let go and gave it a light tap.
Omar began to walk up the stairs.
“Hey,” Guzman called just as Omar was about to turn the corner. “Maybe don’t tell Ander about this?”
“Oh, I’m definitely telling Ander.”
#diez-minutos writing#elite#elite fanfiction#elite fanfic#elite fic#ander munoz#omar ayuso#guzman nunier osuna#omander#omander fic#omander fanfic#requested
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Don’t part from me my love 2/?
Omar was not able to find sleep that night. He felt bad. Ander seemed seriously stressed when he came into the shop. But as soon as he entered he looked so happy and calm. It was like just to see Omar's face calmed him down immediately, just like it always was the other way around for Omar. But he attacked Ander for no reason and even blamed him after Ander explained himself. Omar felt like the biggest asshole in the world and he didn't even have the chance now to say sorry. When he finished in the store, Nadia was already in bed because she caught a cold. So he couldn't text Ander either. God why did he act so fucking stupid to his boyfriend? It was so unnecessary and now everything went to shit.
Omar thought about tomorrow. How Ander would probably not come to the shop like usually. And it would kill Omar. Their ten minutes together was the highlight of Omar's days, he always counted down the hours until his dad would go to the bank. But tomorrow those hours would just hurt because when his father will announce that he will got to the bank, Ander won't be there. Omar was 99% sure of that, he wouldn't come if Ander snapped at him like that. And there was no way for him to talk to Ander unless he snatched Nadia's phone but he doubted that would make up for how he treated his boyfriend. A simple text message won't solve anything. Omar looked out of the window and stared at the moon for what must have been hours.
The next day was just pure torture. Nadia was even more sick than the day before, which meant she stayed in bed all day which meant Omar had to work the shift on his own. His dad was upstairs doing some orders and phone calls and checking up on his daughter. And Omar? Was bored to the roof, nobody showed up all day, which was probably due to the immense heat wave that came over Madrid. Just some people buying cold drinks and sometimes some fruits but that was it. And that left Omar with a lot of time that he used for thinking about Ander and how much the boy must hate him. All he really wanted to do was to lock the shop, run to Ander's house and apologize to his boyfriend and make up. He wanted to see the face that made those stupid days bearable and light up his insides. Right now Omar was back to the black hole he found himself settling for before meeting Ander. He felt lost.
Suddenly the bell rang and Omar got ready to answer another person where the fridge was. But when he looked up, he saw his best friend's face in front of him. “Samu!" “Hey buddy." Samuel looked sad and lost as well and Omar felt for him. He didn't know what he would do if Ander was brutally murdered. “I'm not going to ask how you are.“, Omar stated. Samuel smiled sadly and shrugged. “Guess no need to hm?" Omar gave him a pitiful look and hated himself for it instantly. He should cheer him up. “But I'm also not going to ask you because to be honest Omar, you look like shit as well." “Well thanks bro.", Omar said sarcastically. “Sorry. But seriously what's up?" Omar shrugged. “Come on tell me. I'd rather deal with your problems than mine." Omar sighed. Why not tell Samu? “I yelled at Ander yesterday. For nothing and he was super mad when he left.“ "Why did you yell at him?", Samuel asked while grabbing a peach and biting into it. Samuel was probably the only person Omar's dad allowed to eat stuff rom the shop without paying. “He didn't show up for the ten minutes the day before and I was mad about it. But he explained that it was because he was there for Guzmán because he needed him." Omar saw the little trace of sadness coming back to Samuel's face at the mention of Guzmán. “Well but then everything is good, no? You know why he didn't show up." “I know yes. Problem is, I overreacted and attacked him because he didn't text me or anything. I know it was a dick move, you don't have to tell me. But now it's done." Samuel sighed. “Okay that was shitty but hey...I doubt he will break up just because you yelled at him once. People do this in relationships...I heard." “Yes they do and then the person who did it reaches out to the other. Which is not possible in my case." Samuel sighed again, but more annoyed now. “Of course it is possible." "You know my dad.." “Never leaves and watched you like you are a dog. I know Omar. But there is always a way." Omar feel the rage coming up, why did nobody understand his situation and that his dad won't let him go out. It wasn't that simple for him.
"Look Omar, I know how it is with your family and stuff. And I know you have it harder and I know you have no phone. But you have feet and you know where he lives. If you really want to, you will find a way. And with the chance of sounding cheesy: I recommend to enjoy your time with the one you love and tell them before it is too late." Omar felt like someone punched him in the stomach. That was the thing, no? He should spend time with his loved one, but he couldn't. He didn't. He doesn't spend time with Ander and he hated it. But was it really his fault? “Sorry if that was too much." Omar looked at his best friend, who looked close to tears now. “No Samu. I'm thankful that you are honest. I'm sorry that you had to listen to this. It must be nothing to you." "If it#s your problem, it's also mine. It doesn't matter what I am going through at the moment." Omar nodded, surprised at how smart his best friend was. “I just wanted to say that it was a small misunderstanding and that shouldn't be any reason to part you two. You love him and he loves you. Enjoy it. Make it up to him. I'm sure he will understand." “Yes. You are right. I just have to find a way to reach him." "You will Omar."
"Samuel! Long time no see, how are you?" "Well I've seen better days but I'm okay. And you?" “Yes Omar told me you were linked to the girl, who..well." Omar's father looked down, not finding words. “Yes I did." "I'm sorry that happened to you Samuel. You deserve better." "Thank you sir." "But you are doing okay?" “I try. I try to distract myself as much as I can. But it's hard since I have no friends and my only real one is..well here." Omar looked at Samuel in an alarming way. But to his surprise Omar's father didn't have a snarky remark, and when Omar looked at his father, he saw something like pit yin his eyes. He looked at Samuel with such a sad expression, like he really felt his pain. And the next thing surprised Omar more than anything in his life.
“Well maybe I can make a little exception?", his dad said. Samuel's eyes snapped to Omar. “Maybe you two boys can go out later after we closed the shop? I need him until then because Nadia is ill in bed." Omar and Samuel just looked at each other with a confused expression. His dad actually lets him go out? “Dad! Thank you!" “I'm mostly doing this for Samuel. But you're welcome. Can't hold you hostage here forever hm." Omar didn't care if he did it for Samuel or not. He was able to leave home and enjoy life again. “Thank you! That would help me so much. To spend time with Omar.“ His dad smiled to Samuel. “I'm going back to work now. It was nice to see you Samu. I hope you will be better soon." Samuel smiled and nodded.
#omander fanfic#omander#omander fic#ander / omar#omar shanaa#ander munoz#elitetvshow#elite netflix#elite s2#elite
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Puppy-Love
Pairing: Omar/Ander
Rating: Teen+
Summary: Omar and Ander have said it before - they’ve both said "I love you" but only under very intense circumstances and only exactly once, and it's getting to Omar. Because his heart is way too full. And Ander means way too much to him. And maybe they're the type of couple that only says these things once, but...
Additional Tags: takes place between season 1 and season 2, they live together without it affecting their families because life's too short and i said so, my brain said "tackle ander's drinking issue!" "the internalized homophobia!" but my heart couldn't take that shit right off the bat so here’s fluff instead
[read it on archive of our own]
i had to get this shit out before i exploded pls excuse me
#omander#omander fic#elite#ray writes#yes im still doing klance shit don't worry#just had to work through my feelings lol#i know no one's interested just gotta rep innnnn casssse u feel?
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Summary:
“What the hell are you doing?” Ander whispered to Patrick who was grinning back at him. “Just to prove that I always get what I want. In front of a prince or my father.”
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The class handjob scene in 4.06
#elite#Omander#ander munoz#patrick blanco#elite4#elite fanfic#elite fanfiction#my fics#elite netflix#lgbtq#gay
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Can you write Omar telling ander about malick 😈 (but really I wish we had seen that)
Anon #2: Yesss I’ve got a prompt: Omar’s apologies to Ander would be nice!
Anon #3: Hiii! You still taking prompts? Id like to read Omar’s pov and how he was dealing with the situation and Ander’s illness
Anon #4: Hi!! Of you are taking prompts maybe you could write somthing from Omars pov like when Anders hair started to fall. Thsnk u
I want everyone to know that I tried to add fluff to this and it just did NOT happen
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Omar wakes up with a jolt.
His dream swirls around his head, vivid, lingering, all-consuming. His heart pounds in his chest. The nightmare that had woken him courses through his veins with every heartbeat, making his arms shake and his breathing shallow. For a moment, Omar thinks he can’t breathe, or if he’s breathing, oxygen is not reaching lungs. He shakes his head, blinking his eyes open, then squeezing them shut. The dream lingers in his thoughts, in his heart, too real to shake off, refusing to leave his system.
It had been brief and cutting, culminating in a single, horrifying text.
He’s gone.
Omar shivers as the dream replays in his mind. He can see the text from the dream displayed behind his eyelids.
He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.
Omar quickly opens his eyes and turns his head.
(Read the rest on AO3)
#elite#elite fic#omander#nia writes#this is not as long as my usual fics i'll do better next time#elite season 3 reaction fic#Anonymous
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I want a fic where Ander and Omar talk after everything and Omar comes clean about Malick and Ander is like yea I know, I accidentally, totally intentionally, read your texts.
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I had zero plans to ever write another fic but then I read the greatest love story of our time, the one about the reddit waffle house guys. I couldn’t help myself, so here we are. *runs and hides*
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Elite (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ander Muñoz/Omar Shana, Ander Muñoz & Omar Shana
Characters: Ander Muñoz, Omar Shana, Rebeca "Rebe" de Bormujo Ávalos
Additional Tags: Randomness, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Mild Language
Summary:
Ander is a cook at Waffle House, Omar is very particular about how he likes his eggs, and so begins a feud.
The only reason this is rated T+ is for mild cursing.
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ou of touch // omander.
escrita e capa de minha autoria.
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Floating Above the Depths
Netflix’s Elite Fanfic. I was asked to write a fic where Guzman almost drowns in an alcoholic stupor and Nadia, Omar and Ander saves him and helps him rehabilitate. Warning: it is a bit dark and I’ve included tags accordingly. If any of this is triggering and uncomfortable, please do no proceed with reading this. Otherwise, feel free and hope you enjoy this.
To the anon that requested this story, thank you for the idea and I hope you enjoy it! <3
Denial.
They say it's the first stage of grief. Guzman's parents were both very much stuck in that state despite it being two months since Marina…he could barely even form the words in his head.
But it's like when they tell you not to think of an elephant and that's the first place your mind goes to. The elephant. And try as he might, the words flicker in his mind against his will.
Marina’s murder.
He clenches his eyes in anguish. Maybe a part of him was still in denial. But no. The reality was that he, on the other hand, was firmly in stage four: depression.
That cold, sinking feeling as though there was no hope for sunlight consumed his every waking moment. He's taken to drinking himself into a stupor on a regular basis at this point just to get himself to sleep, but he's haunted even there.
The blue tinge in her skin, the dark, thick blood that was smeared across her temple…he could see it as clear as day every time he closed his eyes. He'd never see his baby sister smile again, never hear her laughter in the house, never banter with her. His precious sister that he had tried so hard to protect. From foes and from herself.
But he had failed. In those last moments when she needed him most, he turned his back on her. Goddamn, even the skinny kid fought for her harder than he had. He was her brother and a fucking failure. He even managed to lose Nadia in the process, the one person he was ever in love with. He was a mess of a person and didn't deserve Marina or Nadia.
He thinks about how Marina teased him endlessly the day she found out he was in love with Nadia.
"You want to hug her, you want to kiss her, you want to looove her," she sang, dancing around him as he tried to make lunch for himself.
"Shut up," he mumbled even as a smile broke across his face.
She paused her dancing to look at him carefully before her eyes widened. "Oh my god. Guzman, you really do love her, don't you?"
"I…" He had already admitted it to himself and he was not ashamed of his love for her, but he didn't want to give Marina the satisfaction as she looked at him smugly.
"My, my, my looks like my big brother finally grew a heart. And what a miracle, it wasn't for that witch Lucretia." She said her name with such disdain, he couldn't help the chuckle.
"I never saw Lu like that," he said truthfully.
"Thank god," Marina said, rolling her eyes before perking up. "Well, now I'll actually be really happy about you getting married!"
"Relax Marina, I can barely get a date with Nadia. I'm fighting against her father and Nadia."
"Yeah well, I think you two were meant for each other. Nadia will come around, she's just working through some things and I think she needs a moment to figure out who she is and own it. She's a confident girl, but I don't think even she realizes just how amazing and powerful she is."
Guzman looked at Marina with a soft smile. "That was really nice."
"Well, it's true."
"Oh, you won't catch me denying that," he said, sighing heavily. "I just wish she would see it. Even if we don't get together, I just want her to be happy and live the life she deserves, you know?"
She patted him affectionately on the back. "That's called love, darling brother of mine. And that is exactly why I know things will work out for you guys. Nadia may not know it yet, but she has feelings for you. And once she realizes them, I'm going to have worry about little Guzmans and Nadias running around."
Guzman shook his head skeptically. "Yeah, not for a while, I don't think."
"Yeah, but someday. Yours and Nadia's kids are going to be best friends with mine and…"
"With yours and the waiter’s?" Guzman supplied helpfully. "I'm only say this once…maybe he's not as bad as I thought."
Marina looked outside for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Are you alright?" Guzman asked.
Marina turned back with a sad smile. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you finally came around to Samuel. He is pretty wonderful. And deserves so much better," she added almost to herself.
Guzman leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at her. "Better than you? Marina, please, you're the one too good for him. He better not forget it either or I'm going to have to have a serious talk with him." He cracked his knuckles with a smirk.
Marina rolled her eyes and smiled. "You are a Neanderthal. You're lucky Nadia can somehow see past that."
"Let's hope. After all, your kids are relying on us to provide them with best friends aren't they?"
That day was just two months ago and yet it feels like a lifetime. Guzman feels as though he was choking on his own breath as he thinks about that day. How was he supposed to go on? How was he supposed to move on with his life, grow old, have a job, maybe even get married? How could anyone even expect that of him when his sister would never get to experience any of that? He was going to grow older every day and Marina would be forever sixteen.
His sister, who had always wanted that more than he did. She was the one with ambitious dreams of being a revolutionary, falling hopelessly in love and filling a house with happy children.
That's what finally broke the numbness. The thought that he'd never get to be an uncle to Marina's kids. He didn't even deserve to be a father. A whimper escapes his lips before a hard sob wracks his body. And before he knows it, his entire body is convulsing and he can barely hold onto the bottle of rum he had brought with him to the pier.
It was one of Marina's favorite places to visit when they were kids. They'd sneak out there because their parents has forbade it, but it was always a beautiful sight at the pier, no matter the season. He'd come there every day since her death just to feel close to her in some way.
But in that moment, as he stood there, he didn't feel close to her. All he felt was despair.
He looks down at the water below him and thinks maybe that’s what he needs. A nice swim to feel weightless, just for a moment. Let water surround him and carry him into a dark abyss where he can finally find peace at last.
He yearns for that feeling, for peace and it's what make him drop the empty bottle of rum onto the boardwalk. He doesn't even register the sound of the glass shattering against the wood, his eyes fixated on the dark waters below him. It was a beautiful sunny day and the water sparkles against his sallow reflection.
He'd be ok, he thinks as he climbs up. His usual finesse was gone but he's none the wiser and before he knows it, there's a splash as he hits the water. He thinks he's moving his arms, wading in the coldness, but suddenly his arms feel too heavy, his body too heavy. He can’t seem to move. He doesn’t mind though and when his lungs feel like they're burning up, he's ok with that too. At least he can feel something.
And slowly, slowly, his eyes shut and there's only peace.
"Shit! Guzman!"
Ander whips his head around at the sound of Omar shouting. His heart jumps in his throat as he follows his gaze. He doesn't see anything, but he runs over to Omar anyway, the picnic basket jostling on his arm. He sees Omar kick off his shoes before diving into the water.
"Omar!" Ander shouts. His eyes scan the water in confusion, wondering what has Omar panicking. He drops the picnic basket onto the ground and scrambles to the edge of the beach, his eyes tracking Omar's movement.
"Omar!" he shouts again. He sees Omar dive under water and waits with bated breath for him to resurface. His heart thumps uncomfortably in his chest and he begins kicking off his own sneakers when he finally sees Omar break the surface.
But he wasn't alone. He can't tell from his vantage point, but Ander sees Omar dragging a body closer to shore.
No, no, no, he thinks. Oh god no, please, not another dead person.
When Omar gets closer, Ander splashes into the water to help him and it's only then he sees just who Omar was pulling to safety.
"Oh god, Guzman!"
He takes ahold of Guzman's torso as Omar keeps a steady grip underneath Guzman's armpits.
"Shit, what the fuck happened?" Ander gasps, hefting some of Guzman's weight. His muscles clench under the weight of Guzman's dead weight and the water soaked in their clothes.
Omar drags Guzman onto the beach, gasping. "I-I don't know," he splutters. "I was waiting for you and then I saw him fall into the water."
Ander checks for Guzman's pulse, his own thrumming against his skin. "I think he's still got a pulse, but it's weak."
"We need to get the water out of his lungs," Omar says.
Ander tries to calm his heartbeat and remember the CPR class he had to take when he briefly joined the swim team with Guzman. It had been years since he had to practice CPR, but he clenches his eyes shut and gets to work.
Pinch the nose, breath into the mouth, pump the chest to the beat of Stayin' Alive. It was a silly thought that entered his mind, but it was enough to get him to do something.
Please, please work.
He pinches Guzman's nose and breathes into his mouth, tasting the lake's water and traces of rum against Guzman's lips. It makes him want to gag, but he could only imagine what Guzman was feeling with that water clogged in his lungs.
Or maybe he wasn't feeling anything because he's dying.
"Ander. Is it working?" Omar asks, feeling helpless himself.
"I don't know." Ander laces his fingers together and pumps against Guzman's chest. "C'mon, Guzman. Wake up. Wake the fuck up. It's not your time."
Ander pinches Guzman's nose again and breathes into his mouth. His laces his fingers again and begins pumping. "Come on, you asshole. You know you were always better at this than I. Sing that stupid song."
Omar brushes the wet hair from Guzman's eyes and pleads. "Come on, pretty boy. You gotta make it or my sister's going to kill me. You can't do this to Nadia."
They both look down at Guzman who was so still, the panic slowly rising again. "Guzman." Ander's voice breaks and he can feel the hot tears building in his eyes. "You fucker, wake up."
But there was no movement. Desperately, Ander tries again and pinches Guzman's nose. When he begins pumping his chest again, it's with more vigor and he vaguely wonders if it'll leave a bruise. "Come on, wake up."
Omar watches Ander desperately trying to revive Guzman and the panic settles into his chest. But this time it’s because he thinks of his sister. What the hell was he supposed to tell his sister?
Suddenly Guzman jerks, coughing violently against the water that spurts from his mouth.
"Fucking hell," Omar sighs. He sits back heavily as Ander tries to calm Guzman down.
When Guzman finally settles down, he looks up at them bewildered. "What happened?" he rasps.
Omar and Ander share a look before Ander looks down at Guzman. "You uh, you fell into the water."
But there was something in Ander's voice that sounded like doubt and Omar catches it. Perhaps because Omar had doubts himself. It was no secret that Guzman wasn't dealing with Marina's death well, much as he liked to pretend he was fine. But was Guzman so filled with despair that he would actually take his own life? How could he do that to his parents?
"Nadia."
Omar looks at Guzman, who was slowly closing his eyes again. He looks so pale and sick. "What about her?"
"Nadia," Guzman repeats weakly.
Ander touches Guzman's face and feels his heated skin. "He's really burning up."
Omar looks at Ander. "We have to help him, but I don't think it's a good idea to take him home. His parents are a wreck already, they don't need to see him like this."
Ander nods. "Yeah, I agree. I'll call and say he's saying over with me."
"We should take him to my sister. She'll know what to do."
Ander looks at him in silent agreement before moving Guzman.
Nadia looks up at the sound of the store bell ringing above. She had her tailored "friendly store owner" voice ready only to be greeted by her brother. The smile drops from her face at his haggard appearance.
She scrambles around the side of the counter and grabs his arms. "Omar, what happened to you? Why are you wet?" she demands.
Omar simply grips her shoulders in reply. "Are mom and dad back yet?"
"No, they don't get back from the conference until tomorrow night. Why, what's going on? Can you tell me why you look like this, Omar?"
"It's Guzman. He's sick and we need your help."
Nadia's breath catches in her throat. Guzman? She hadn't spoken to him since their fight. Her heart picks up its pace just at the thought of him before Omar's words register.
"‘We’? Who's we?"
But Omar is already walking back out of the store and towards a car that she only just noticed. She follows him out and sees Ander climb out of the driver's seat, half-wet himself.
"What the hell is going on?" she asks him. "Did you guys all go out for a swim or something?"
Ander answers her as he pulls open the back door. "Guzman j-fell…fell into the lake and almost drowned. He's breathing and we got the water out of his lungs but he might be sick. The lake's water isn't exactly prime for drinking."
"What?" Nadia gasps. She walks over to Ander and spots Guzman's pale and unconscious face over Ander's shoulder. "Oh my god."
She steps out of the way as Ander and Omar pull him out and carries him toward the front door of the store. Nadia runs to get the door to let them in before shutting it behind them. She quickly locks the door and flips the sign so it says 'CLOSED.'
"Wait, why aren't we taking him to the hospital? If he's sick and almost drowned, he needs medical attention." But despite her words, she leads them toward her room, which was closest.
"Nadia, if we take him to the hospital then they'll have to call his parents and that's the last thing they need right now," Ander says, settling Guzman on her bed.
"Yeah, but it'll be worse if there's something seriously wrong and he becomes severely sick."
Omar heads out of the room. "I don't think it's that serious," he calls back. "It's like the time I almost drowned and you took care of me." He walks back in with a change of clothes.
"Wait, before you change him, take him to the bath," Nadia says, her eyes never straying from Guzman's face. He looked so pale and sick, she thinks. She thinks of a quick prayer to Allah. Please, let him be ok. "We should give him a quick rinse."
Ander and Omar carry him to the bathroom and settles him in the tub. Nadia kneels over the tub and quickly works on the buttons on Guzman's shirt.
"Help me with his clothes."
Together, they get him down to his underwear and use the shower hose and liquid soap to give him a quick wash to get the lake water off of him. As the boys work to wash his legs and torso, Nadia sits by his head for a moment.
She feels that familiar ache in her chest as she looks down at his face. That sweet face that she never wanted to admit was so captivating. When she first saw him, she barely gave him a second thought, let alone a second glance. She was so focused on the splendor of the new school and all the opportunities it would bring for her that she couldn't be easily distracted by a pretty face.
But then that pretty face got in hers and made her look at him and soon, she wasn't just looking at him, she was seeing him. That was a shock in of itself, but then suddenly she felt seen too. By this pretty, rich asshole of all people. He was seeing her with those soft, loving eyes. Believing in her potential and purpose more than anyone else in her life. How had that even been possible?
But now that sweet face looked as pale as death and so thin. A wave of guilt washes over her and she wants to cry as she thinks about their fight. She had found out that he made a deal with her father and that's why he was pushing her away. She thought if she showed him she didn't care what her father thought or what his rules were, they could go back to being…well friends at the very least.
If there was something Nadia hated the most, it was men deciding what her fate would be. Men deciding what was and wasn't right for her. That was something that her father and Guzman both had in common and she didn't think either would like having anything in common at all. But there it was. Two of the three important men in her life were determined to dictate just what kind of life she needed to live, taking away her choice, her agency.
When she found out and confronted him, things had gotten way more heated than she intended. She never meant to get angry. He was already dealing with enough as it was with Marina's death, he didn't need a friend abandoning him. But then he had spewed vitriol back at her, telling her that he wasn't worth the trouble and if she couldn’t see that then she was stupider than he thought. It escalated fast and beyond what she was anticipating and she tried to be understanding, tried to see that he was hurting and what he was saying was a result of that pain. But still, the words wounded her and she couldn't stand to look at him anymore. Especially not when he was looking back at her in a way that was so unfamiliar. All the progress they had made seemed to have vanished, as though they never existed to begin with.
But sitting there by the tub as she tried to get his hair clean of the lake water, she saw the face she recognized.
She gently cups his face between her hands. "Guzman," she whispers.
He says nothing and simple stirs in the tub, his head lolling to give into her touch. He nuzzles against her hand for a moment before going still again. She doesn't catch the way Ander and Omar are looking at her in sympathy. Guzman and Nadia were like yin and yang: so different from one another, but so right for each other. They shared a fiery passion but experienced and expressed them in different ways that complemented one another.
Ander places a comforting hand on Nadia's shoulder. "He's going to be ok."
Nadia nods jerkily, caught off guard before pouring water over his head. She believed Guzman would get over the cold from the lake, but he has been in a dark place for a long time—well before his dip in the lake and she wondered if he'd recover from that.
The first thing Guzman registers is the feel of his head pounding painfully. He was barely conscious and he felt like death, but the horrible throbbing in his head reminded him that he was very much alive.
As if the splitting headache wasn't enough, his torso felt sore as though he had gotten into a fight and clearly lost. Had he gotten into a fight? He couldn't remember. Then again, he could barely remember anything these days. He lived in a self-induced fog and he wasn't ready to resurface anytime soon. Or maybe it was because he hadn't allowed himself to resurface that he was feeling this awful.
"Fuck," he groans softly.
He feels a warm hand against his forehead and his heart leaps in his chest as he jerks.
"Hey, it's ok. You're ok," says a voice softly. Nadia.
He turns toward the oh so slowly and carefully opens his eyes. Mercifully the room was dimly lit with most of the light coming from the moon through the window, but he spots her right away.
"Nadia." His throat burns as though he had been screaming for hours and it hurt to speak.
She clearly detected his discomfort as she reached for a glass of water and two white pills.
"Here, take these. You'll feel better." She kept her voice very low and he was grateful. His eyes felt like they would pulse out of his sockets from the pain.
He struggles to lift his head up enough so she brings the pills to his lips before guiding the water into his mouth. She uses her other hand to gently tilt his head up.
"Is this ok?"
He hums in reply as he swallows the pills. He wants nothing more than to keep looking at her, to take in her beautiful face and catch a rare moment of her hair out of its braid, but his eyelids felt so heavy and shut almost against his will.
There was quiet as he took a moment to take in the situation. He was lying in an unfamiliar room in pain and clearly with a hangover. Nadia was with him in a dark room and he had no idea what happened or how he got there. He wasn't thrilled with the position he was in, least of all that Nadia was here to witness it. Just what had he done in front of her?
"What happened?" he finally asks.
He hears her sigh before replying. "Um, Ander and Omar brought you here. They said you fell from the pier and into the water. You almost drowned, Guzman."
"So, I was unsuccessful," he says wryly.
There was a tense silence and even though he couldn't see her face, he imagined it wasn't good.
"Guzman—"
"I was kidding, Nadia, don't freak out. I'm still here. Just as God had wanted me."
"I can't tell whether you're joking or not, but either way, I am not loving this conversation."
The throbbing pain in his head mercifully abates somewhat, the medicine finally beginning to kick in. He turns toward Nadia again and opens his eyes. With a smirk he says, "Then why don’t we stop talking and start doing more enjoyable things? The mood is already set."
Nadia sets her jaws and looks at him with that familiar stern face. She was not taking his shit.
"You can try to joke all you like, act like you're this invincible being that doesn't feel anything, but Guzman, all you're doing is proving the opposite. What were you thinking?"
"What was I thinking by doing what? I fell, Nadia, by your own admission."
"Bullshit," she bursts out quietly. They both seem to startle at that. Nadia wasn't exactly prone to foul language, unlike Guzman.
"Wow, I really must have hit a nerve."
She opens her mouth as though to say something before closing it and pressing her lips into a thin line. "You should have some of this soup."
She reaches over to a bowl on the bedside table and brings it to him.
"I'm not hungry," he says, despite not having eaten since the day before.
She looks at him sharply. "I don't care. You're eating this because you need to get better."
"Why do you care?"
She sets the bowl back down before adjusting the pillows behind him. He watches her all the while, breathing in her scent, and he wants to punch himself for being such an ass. Just because he hated himself, didn't mean she deserved to be treated with that resentment.
"Only Allah knows," she mutters.
"I'm-I'm sorry," he says softly.
She keeps her hands at the ready as he slowly sits up, but doesn't look him in the eyes.
"Yeah? What for this time?"
"Everything."
"Yeah, that's not how apologies work. You can't just put out a blanket 'sorry' that's supposed to make up for everything. So what exactly this time?"
Somehow he lets out a weak chuckle. "You're going to be an amazing diplomat one day. I can see it."
She looks at him then, bringing the soup back into her hands. "Well, you can only see it if you decide to stick around long enough."
That makes him look away again. "I'm going to ask you again, Guzman. What were you thinking today? Do you have any idea how much you scared us? I wasn't there when it all happened, but if you saw the state of Omar and Ander when they brought you in here…it was awful. And then seeing you like that…"
He feels a twinge in his chest and it takes him a moment to recognize it: remorse. Not just toward Nadia but Ander and Omar. Huh, it appears he was capable of feeling still and not just for Nadia.
"Look, I know what it sounds like and what it probably looked like, but I wasn’t trying to off myself. I was drunk and stupidly thought I would be ok. I didn't mean to put you all through that."
"Then don't ever do it again!"
He winces at her raised voice and she lets out a sigh. "Can you just eat some of this? You're not going to get any better if you don't and I don't care how you feel about yourself right now, but you're not going to wither away on my watch."
He takes the bowl from her and gingerly takes a spoonful into his mouth. It was amazing and before he knew it, he was taking in more.
"Where's Ander and Omar?"
Nadia rubs her forehead and sighs. "They went out to get some dinner. I said I'd watch you."
"I'm glad. You're a hell of a prettier sight than those two."
"Wish I could say the same about you. Have you seen yourself lately?"
He lets the spoon clatter in the empty bowl, his stomach suddenly in knots. "I can't exactly stand to look at myself these days, so no, I haven't."
Nadia takes the empty bowl from him and sets it back on the bedside table. "Look, I know you blame yourself for what happenedー"
"Don't you?"
Nadia looks at him with wide eyes. "What are you talking about? How could you say that?"
"How can you not? Nadia, I am…was her brother. I was her brother and I turned my back on her."
The thick ball in his throat returned and he felt like he could choke on his own breath. His nose began to burn as he looks at Nadia pleadingly. Pleading for what, he didn't know. To tell him that it was his fault or to understand that he was in so much pain and he didn't know what to do about it?
Nadia swallows thickly, her own eyes burning with unshed tears. Slowly, she reaches over and takes his hand in hers.
"Guzman, there aren't a whole lot of people that fight as fiercely as you do. At least I don’t know of one. Not just for yourself, but for the people you love most in the world." She leans closer, silently urging him to meet her eyes. "So trust me when I say, you did everything you could."
He looks up at her, hot tears falling silently down his cheeks. "I wish I had as much faith in me that you do."
"Tell me something. What was your favorite thing about Marina? I know what mine was."
"What's that?" he asks softly.
"That she was so passionate and headstrong. It was truly inspiring." Nadia pauses before swallowing again, the ache in her chest returning. "What about yours?"
Another tear slips down his cheek and he has to grit his teeth before replying. "That was probably what I found most annoying about her. But still, I was proud of the fact that she was so strong even as a little girl. I always felt a need to protect her, but deep down, I was grateful that she knew how to fend for herself. Until…"
"Did I ever tell you about my sister?"
Guzman furrows his brows as he shakes his head. "I didn’t know you had a sister."
Nadia nods slowly, looking away. "That night when I brought you to Samuel's party, you were so worried about Marina and even though the last thing I wanted to do was take you to my friend's party, I did. Not for you, but for Marina. She reminded me so much of my sister, so beautiful and bold and carefree, and I understood your need to protect Marina. I wasn't able to do anything to help my sister, but I thought maybe I could help you try with yours."
"What happened to her?"
Nadia shrugs. "She ran away from home. Didn’t tell any of us. We don’t know what happened or where she went, she's just gone. And ever since then, I lived with the regret of not being a better sister. For making her feel ashamed of who she was that she felt like she couldn't confide in me before she went…wherever she went. So when I saw the opportunity to help your sister, I did because I thought that maybe it would make up for the fact that I wasn’t there for mine all those years ago."
Guzman looks at her, his heart aching for her. He hadn't known they were both mourning a sister. "I'm so sorry, Nadia."
She looks back at him wiping away the tears that she didn’t even realize had fallen. She smiles weakly at him and wipes his own tears away.
"I didn’t tell you so you could feel sorry for me or so that I could tell you your feelings don't make sense. I get it, Guzman, I get the obligation you feel toward a beloved sister, but what you have to grasp at the end of the day is that you cannot control someone. You are not a puppet master, least of all, of someone as headstrong as Marina. She was fiercely independent and she was going to make the choices she made with or without your interference. It is not a reflection of you and you did not fail as a brother. You did everything you could, you tried to keep her safe. Even when she wouldn’t accept it."
Nadia spoke about fierceness, about Marina's strength, but as Guzman looks into her red-rimmed eyes, he could only see hers and for the first time in so long, the ache in his chest eased. It was slight, but it was there.
"Thank you," he says softly. "For reminding me of the best of my sister and not the girl everyone sees her as now."
"Anytime, Guzman. Truly." She squeezes his hand. "Please, just don't do anything like that again. Things aren't going to change and look better overnight, but the important thing is to try, ok? I'm really worried about you and you need to acknowledge that things are not ok, but that they will be."
"It's really hard some days. Most days."
"It's going to be like that and that's why you need to accept help. Whether it's from a trained professional or your friends. We're all here for you."
"I don't know if Ander and Omar are too fond of me at the moment."
"Why, because of the fight you had with Ander? If you think he's going to hold that over your head then you don’t know your friend very well." She moves to grab her phone. "Speaking of, I didn't think they were going to be long."
Just then they hear the front door open.
"Ander? Omar?" Nadia calls out.
Ander passes by the doorway on his way to the dining room. "Hey Nadia," he calls out. "Sorry, we're late, there was a long line at the restaurant."
Nadia looks over to Guzman. "How do you feel? Do you think you can make it to the dining room and join us for dinner?"
"I feel like shit. But if that's kebab I smell then yeah, I'll make it."
Nadia chuckles and holds out her hand. "Come on."
They walk hand-in-hand to the dining room with Nadia supporting some of Guzman's weight as he still felt weak on his feet. When they reach the doorway, Omar and Ander look up.
"Guzman!" Ander drops the takeout container he had pulled out of the bag and rushed over to them. He pulled Guzman into a tight hug that reminded him of the soreness in his chest.
"Ander," Guzman wheezes even as he wraps his own arms around his best friend.
Ander releases him but keeps him close. "You fucker, you scared the shit out of us."
Guzman lets out a small smile. "I'm really sorry. But hey, it looks like you got to see me naked so at least I made it interesting."
Ander lets out a chuckle and shoves his shoulder. "There he is. Come and eat. We got your favorite just in case you were up for some real food."
But before Guzman moves any further he looks over to Omar. "Thank you," he says. "To all of you. I know I don't deserve—"
"Oh my god, would you shut up about that?" Nadia says, pulling out a container from the bag. "Is this the eggplant?"
Guzman walks closer. "Ok fine. Whatever I deserve or don't deserve, I'm really grateful for all of you. I would do anything to keep you guys safe."
Ander nods. "We know."
Omar steps over and pulls Guzman into a hug. He doesn't say anything as he holds Guzman in his arms, but there an unspoken understanding. You matter to me.
Omar pulls away and flicks him on the nose before moving to sit beside Ander. "My sister would kill me if something happened to me and I actually don't hate the idea of having you as a brother-in-law."
Eyes wide Nadia swats him with the takeout menu. "Omar, shut up or I'm going to stuff that big mouth with this."
Omar raises his hands in surrender. "Don't shoot the messenger."
Nadia rolls her eyes and shoves Guzman away when he scoots his chair closer to her. "Don't get any ideas."
But even as she stuffs her mouth with eggplant, Guzman can see the blush creep up her neck and for the first time in a while, he feels the flutter that makes him feel human again.
Omar places a plate of kebabs and rice in front of him and as Guzman looks around at this small, rag-tag group of people in this tiny kitchen that was unlike anything he had ever been in, he thinks of how he should consider himself lucky. It would be an uphill battle against the darkness that lives inside him, but with them in his life, he'd find a way to fight it.
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ÉLITE; Ander/Omar, nc17, 3.2k
title: gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
pairing: ander/omar
rating: nc17, warning for canon-compliant consensual underage sex
summary: omar is just getting used to ander visiting him for ten minutes everyday when one night he gets ander sneaking into his bedroom through the window.
word count: 3246w
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Title: Honesty hour: pillowtalk edition
Ship: Ander Munoz + Omar Shanaa (Omander)
A few weeks after Nadia's departure for New York, Omar returned home to live with his parents. While living with his boyfriend was the teenage dream, he missed his parents. Now that his relationship with his parents had gotten better - and his father was more accepting of his sexuality and lifestyle, he was willing to go home.
Yusef and Omar were both making efforts to understand each other and Omar was grateful. Moving out had been tough, but being completely cut off from his family's life was dreadful. Omar was glad his relationship with his parents - mostly his dad - was better. They weren't quite to the step where Ander came over for dinner, but he now accepted that his son was in love with a boy and didn't want to marry him to some girl anymore. He still didn't know about Ander's Atheism though. Some things were better left unsaid.
Being home was nice. Omar had missed his mother so much while living at Ander's. It was good to see her every day again and cook together. The only downside was the absence of Ander. Omar missed sleeping next to him every night and holding him in his arms. He knew Ander missed him too. They had both grown accustomed to being in each other's space, it was strange to be apart again.
To remedy this situation, Omar decided to spend the weekends at Ander's. Azucena was more than happy to have Omar around again. Unlike Ander, he was helpful around the house and not as messy. He also was a good coffee chatter in the morning, not as grumpy as her son.
Laying on his back, Omar stared at the ceiling, his confession on the tip of his tongue. Although what he was about to say didn't matter anymore, he wanted to tell Ander the truth. He deserved to know the truth.
''Ander?'' Omar whispered, his voice felt louder in the darkness of his boyfriend's bedroom and quietness of the house.
Behind him, Ander hummed, eyes closed, about to fall asleep. Las Encinas' academic program was demanding and, after deciding not to graduate last year, Ander was still trying to make up for all the work he missed out on when having to deal with his chemo treatments. He didn’t remember much of what he learned the previous year, forcing him to stay up late and study. Omar tried to help, but he was in the same boat, Las Encinas’s learning being more rich and diverse than his old school.
“I wasn’t honest with you Ander…” Omar paused, guilt heavy in his stomach. “Back when you were still battling cancer, I...I had a thing with Malik behind you back.”
There was a stillness in the air. Ander felt his insides turning upside down upon the revelation. He already knew about Malik, but hearing his name again only made the memory that much more painful.
For a long time, Omar had thought that they were even on the cheating ground, but then, Ander had told him at the graduation party that he had made the whole Alexis thing up and felt guilty ever since - not that he didn't before. His affair with Malik wasn’t something he was proud of. He had hurt both his sister and Ander - not that he knew it at the time.
Ander stayed silent for a moment, the old wound in his heart re-opening. ''I know.''
Omar shifted and sat up on the bed, looking down at Ander confusingly.
''The day we broke up, I went and spoke to Malik. He told me.’’
‘’How did you know it was him? Did Nadia-’’
‘’Why didn't you tell me, Omar?’’ Ander whispered, turning to look at him.
The latter felt his face burning up and proceeded to look at his hands, too ashamed to even look at Ander.
‘’I know it was difficult for you to watch me go through chemo and be too sick to do anything. I was a dick to you. But, I would've understood if you had told me you needed someone else to satisfy you, that you needed more than I could give you. I even gave you an out and you stayed. You chose to stay.’’ His voice got thick with repressed feelings, painful memories flowing through.
Even though it happened months ago, the wound in Ander’s heart hadn’t completely healed. He forgave Omar, but he can’t forget. He’ll always remember overhearing the two of them in the bathroom at school after graduation.
‘’When I brought up the thing with Alexis, I hoped you'd tell me about Malik. But you didn't. I gave you a chance to tell me, a chance to be honest with me. Again, you didn't take it. You kept your secret. You let me be the bad guy in our relationship when you were no better.’’
‘’I’m sorry-’’
Ander stopped him, sitting up too. ‘’Let me finish.’’ Omar looked down but nodded. ‘’I had to find out from texts he sent you, the same texts where he made it sound like you were my prisoner.’’
Beside him, Omar winced. He did feel trapped, but he never saw himself as Ander’s prisoner. It was Malik’s words, not Omar’s.
‘’So, I made the decision for you and set you free. Breaking up with you was the hardest thing I had to do. I love you, Omar. So much.’’ Ander glanced at him, tears welling up in his eyes.
‘’I never meant to hurt you.’’
‘’But you did!’’ Ander sighed, trying to keep his voice down, not wanting to wake his mom. She couldn’t hear about this. ‘’I didn't sleep a wink that night, all I did was cry...’’
''Ander-''
‘’I just wish you had the balls to tell me then. Hearing the truth from you would’ve hurt less than finding out through texts he sent you.''
Reading his messages was wrong on Ander's end. He shouldn't have checked Omar's phone...even if it was laying around, asking to be checked. Omar could accuse him of invasion of privacy, but pushing the blame back on Ander would lead them nowhere. At least, not in the direction they wanted to go.
Omar's choice was made. He loved Ander, he wanted to be with him. Not Malik.
‘’I...I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I-''
Ander leaned into Omar, cutting him off, and pushed his face against his shoulder, needing the proximity and reassurance of his boyfriend's presence. Their relationship had had so many ups and down that Ander was an emotional wreck. He had never been a needy person, it wasn’t in his nature, but he needed to feel his boyfriend close, he needed to know that he was here, with him. Surprised by the sudden embrace, Omar stilled a second before responding, both his arms closing around Ander's needy frame.
Resting his head on Ander’s, Omar rubbed his back comfortingly, whispering apologies between them, feeling like no apology could ever transcribe how sorry he was. He twirled his finger in Ander’s growing curls, old memories of their nights together flowing in. Omar wouldn’t say it out loud, he knew losing his hair had been difficult for Ander, but he did miss them.
‘’I’m sorry I brought it up. You and I are doing so well together, but how was it going to work if I was still holding something back from you? We need to be completely honest with each other, I needed to be completely honest with you.'' Omar paused, praying that he didn't jinx his relationship with Ander. ''I never wanted to hurt you, Ander. You have to believe me. I'm so sorry, baby...''
Ander looked up at his boyfriend, pressing their forehead together, looking at Omar through his lashes. “I forgive you.” Omar furrowed his eyebrows, and Ander brushed his nose with his, before sealing his words with a soft and reassuring kiss. ''Together. Through the good and the bad, we said, uh?'' The brunet reached for Omar's hand, lacing their fingers together. ''The bad doesn't always have to mean Cancer, you know? It can be this too.''
With a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips, Omar went for a kiss, this one longer yet softer than the previous one. Ander kissed back and Omar couldn’t be more relieved. For a second, he had thought it would be the end for him and Ander. This kiss definitely made those fears disappear.
Ander's fingers curled in Omar's shirt as his tongue slipped past his lips and touched his, letting Omar take the lead. Why did he even have it on? They had given up shirts to sleep in a long time ago. Not liking this, Ander pulled at the thin piece of clothing and Omar lifted his arms, allowing the brunet to remove his shirt.
A fulfilled smile curled on Ander's lips as Omar slowly pulled him down on the bed with him until their backs were on the soft mattress. Omar thought it would lead to more, but Ander’s eyes began to close, head finding home on Omar's chest and curling against him. As bummed as the raven haired one was, he kissed Ander’s temple and pulled the blanket over them.
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Requests: I wish you would write a fic where we have a double date with omander and guznadia & Could you write something about Guzman and Nadia like right where season 2 ends of and what will happen with them
Pairs: Guzmán x Nadia // Omar x Ander
“What would you say if I said I wanted to go on a date?” Nadia casually mentioned in the hall.
“A date?” Guzmán tried to hide his excitement.
She nodded. “A real one.”
“Consider it done.” He gave her a quick kiss.
“You wanna go out tonight?” Omar stroked Ander’s back as they laid in bed.
“I really don’t want to go to the club tonight.”
“Not the club...more like…a date? At a restaurant or something.”
“Sure, Hon.” Omar couldn’t hold back his grin.
The second they walked in the restaurant, Guzmán turned to leave again. “No. I can’t do this.”
“Come on.” Nadia grabbed his arm. “He’s your best friend. Let’s just try to talk this out.”
“Nadia. This isn’t a date...it’s an intervention.”
“We’ll have our date, but the two of you have been miserable for weeks. Omar and I just want to help you fix it.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Really wishing we were at the club right now,” Ander whispered in Omar’s ear.
“Let’s just try and if it’s awful-”
“Which it it will be.”
Omar glared at him. “Let’s try and then we’ll go home, okay?” Omar squeezed Ander’s hand.
“Okay.”
A waiter led the four to a table towards the back of the restaurant. They quietly took their seats and looked over their menus. After a few uncomfortable moments of silence, Ander looked up at Guzmán. “How have you been?”
“Don’t.”
“Guzmán-”
“You lied to me.” His voice was tense. He was angrier than Ander ever remembered seeing him.
“I know,” Ander swallowed slowly. “And I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” Omar noticed Ander’s knee bouncing up and down under the table. He could sense how upset this conversation was making his boyfriend. Why did he do this to him? Maybe this was a mistake.
“It was an impossible situation,” Omar finally spoke.
“Omar,” Nadia hissed. They promised they wouldn’t but in the conversation or take sides. This was for Guzmán and Ander, not them.
“He was. There was no right answer. Polo manipulated him and-”
“And he lied to me. That’s all there is to it.”
“You know that’s not true.”
“Omar, stop,” Nadia nudged him.
“Ander felt like hell for weeks! It was killing him! He wanted to tell you.”
“I should have told you. I know that.”
Guzmán didn’t know what else to say. He glanced at Nadia. She nodded comfortingly. He sighed deeply. “It just felt...when I found out you were hiding his secret, it felt like maybe you were picking him or that he was more important to you or something…”
“Guzmán, we’re best friends. No one could come between us. Polo doesn’t mean anything to me, not anymore.” Guzmán nodded slowly. “I’m not expecting everything to just go back to normal right away. I know that’s not realistic, but...if you could think about it…”
“I need time.”
“Of course,” Nadia rubbed his shoulder. “We know.”
“Everything has just been so hard recently.” He glanced at the three of them and he knew they understood, and even if they didn’t they were trying to. Fuck Guzmán thought. This is making it so much more difficult to hate Ander right now. “I want to forgive you, but I’m not in that place yet,” Guzmán said quietly before calmly standing up and leaving the restaurant.
“I’m sorry, Ander,” Nadia sighed. “I thought this would help, but…”
“It did. It’s a start. Thank you.” He turned to his boyfriend. “Thank you.” He gave him a quick kiss.
“Let’s go,” Omar stood and offered Ander his hand.
“Gracias, Nadia.”
When Nadia finally gathered her emotions and managed to get the courage, she texted Guzmán.
Where did you go?
Cafe. Sorry.
She took a deep breath and made the short walk to her favorite cafe a few blocks over. When she stepped inside, she immediately found her boyfriend. He was the only customer, but still forced himself into a seat tucked in the back corner of the building.
“Lo siento.” She sat across from him.
“I got your favorite,” he gently nudged a mug in front of her. Even when he was upset, he remembered the little things.
“Lo siento,” she repeated. “I really thought it would help.”
“I know you did.”
“Hey,” she reached her hand across the table. She interlaced her fingers with his. “We finally got our date.”
Guzmán let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, we did.”
#diez-minutos writing#guznadia fic#guznadia#omander#omander fic#omander fanfiction#omander fanfic#elite#elite fanfiction#elite fic#requested
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Don’t part from me love - Omander fic 1/? (OmarxAnder) (Omar/Ander)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17758013/chapters/41900114
„I will go to the bank.“ Omar and Nadia nodded and watched their father leave. Omar stayed with his front towards the door, awaiting Ander to come through the door with that cute smile on his lips. But there wasn’t any sign of his boyfriend there. Omar scrunched his eyebrows as he watched the door intently. He felt the eyes of his sister on him and he closed his for a second to swallow the disappointment and confusion down. Ander came here every day for 14 days now, Omar didn't think he would after that first day but turned out Ander was more consistent than he expected. So today was the first day after 14 days that Ander didn’t come through the door. „Maybe he is busy“, Omar thought to himself. Ander is not obliged to come here every day for just 10 minutes just to see his boyfriend that is not allowed to go out. He turned around and just continued his work from earlier. But wouldn’t have Ander told him, if he had other things to do? As he gripped the boxes of apples, he thought about how maybe Ander had enough. Maybe he was tired of this relationship? If you could even call it that. But they talked about it before and Ander said that 10 minutes are better than nothing, which left Omar happy and confident that this will somehow work out. But now it all came crashing down on him. How could he expect someone to play along with this? He was stupid to think that Ander and him could end up happily together. The bell rang and Omar turned around carefully. But when he looked up again, he stared into the face of his father.
Omar layed in bed this evening and just stared up at the ceiling. He felt sad, which was weird, because he never felt sad. He accepted that his life was shit, that he could never have what he truly wanted. But when Ander stepped into his life, this unreachable dream suddenly came a lot closer to reality. Suddenly there was something there, that it was worth fighting for. And maybe Omar got lost in it a little, lost in the feeling of love. Because now he realized that he lived in a bubble for the last few months. Ander deserved so much better than some guy that was under the control of his stone age dad. He deserved someone who could be there for him every minute of the day, every time he needed him. And Omar couldn’t offer that. All he had to offer were 10 minutes. Omar looked over to Nadia, who sat at her desk to study. But really she was on her phone. So Ander also didn't send a message.
The next day was a Saturday and Omar looked at the clock in his and Nadia’s room. He had to go down to the store soon because Nadia had to go over to Carla’s place to do a school project. He didn’t sleep much, his thoughts were circling around Ander and how his future plans with him were destroyed. He felt dumb to even have future plans in his head, plans that even Ander didn’t know anything about. Omar scoffed at himself and stood up. „So dumb.“ he looked in the mirror and saw his under eye bags. He put a sweater on and went down to start his „shift“. „I will take over now Nadia.“ „Okay. Thanks again Omar.“ „It’s not like I have better things to do, since Baba won’t let me go out.“ Nadia swinged her backpack on and went over to Omar. She cupped his cheek and smiled gently. „He will allow you more again soon. let him calm down.“ Omar scoffed and looked away. „Yeah. Maybe.“ She smiled at him one last time and went out.
Omar’s shift was quiet. Not many people came in, since it was pouring rain. Omar sat behind the counter and watched the little water drops slowly covering the window. At least today he didn’t feel like he was missing sunny days outside. He put his arms on the counter and put his head on them. That was the exact moment the door bell rang. „Perfect“., he thought. „I try to relax for a second and someone comes in.“ He raised his head and muttered a hello. When he looked up, he was met with the soft brown orbs he was so used to seeing now. „What work ethic is that? Napping at work?“, Ander teased with a smile. Omar looked at him. He had wet hair from the rain but for some reason he looked even cuter than usually. „Is your dad here?“, Ander whispered. „He is upstairs. Doing some paperwork.“ „Very good.“ Omar adverted his eyes, he didn’t think Ander would come today.Or any more days for that matter. „I am sorry for not coming yesterday. Guzmán was..he was..not well.“ Omar rolled his eyes. Well he wasn’t well neither. „And you couldn’t have written Nadia a quick text?“ Ander looked taken aback. „I’m sorry Omar. But he was really drunk and got in a fight and got beaten up and I had to clean him and then he started to cry and destroy half of the things in his bathroom and I was just so overwhelmed, it slipped my mind.“ I slipped his mind, Omar thought. „I see.“ „Are you mad?“ Omar looked at the rice package on the counter. „Omar. I am talking to you.“ „I am not mad. I just think you could have said something and inform me.“ „Well I said sorry. He is my best friend, and I had to take care of him. Nobody else does it. What was I supposed to do?“ „Yeah and I am your boyfriend. Nobody is taking care of me either.“, Omar said in a hushed voice. He felt stupid for saying that. Childish, but he was just sad. „I know that. But he had issues. He is not doing well since Marina..passed away.“ „I see.“ „So how was your shift today?“, Under tried to change the subject. „You can see there is nobody here, or not.“, Omar said in an annoyed tone as he looked up. But when he saw Ander’s face, he instantly regretted it. Hurt was written all over it. „I can’t believe you are mad now. I just explained to you why I couldn’t come. I came here for 14 days and I didn’t come one because my best friend needed me because his sister died and you are angry at me?! Seriously Omar? I’m trying okay? I am really trying to make everything work and to make us work primary. You think I would not come for just any reason? Didn’t I show you how much you mean to me and how much I want this? I couldn’t come yesterday and I am sorry. How would you act if Samu would loose his brother and needs you?“
Omar was surprised at this outburst. Usually it was him who was yelling or getting annoyed. Ander was always nice an just wanted to do the best. But that was exactly the point, no? That Ander tried and Omar thought he didn’t want to come. Ander told him a million of times that he loved him and that he would even come to the shop for 2 minutes per day, if he could see Omar that way. And Ander was just there for his friend and it was his priority in this moment, just like Omar would be for Samu. „Don’t you want to say anything? Are you seriously just quiet now?“ Omar looked at Ander, at his sad and angry facial features. He didn’t know how to start. Suddenly he heard footsteps and he knew it was from the stairs that lead up to their flat. Ander immediately looked at Omar. His look was challenging, like he wanted Omar to say something, to come outside with him. He also looked on the verge of tears. It reminded Omar of that time Ander asked him to come outside with him. But Omar couldn’t do anything now, because his dad was coming. Ander scoffed and and let out a sad laugh. „And you are mad when I don’t show up one day, with a valid reason.“ He gave Omar one last look, before stepping out of the shop, just as Omar’s dad stepped into the shop.
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Bingo prompt: Taylor Swift edition
I am currently in a writer block so I decided to create a bingo card inspired by one of my favorite artist: Taylor Swift. In case you don't know how it works, I'll be writing fics/prompts inspired by each of the songs on the card. I'll try to mix the pairings and fandoms (JJ Maybank x Reader, Omander, Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Wolfstar, Venji, Pilar x Felix, etc)
** You can send me suggestions with which song you’d like with which pairing and I’ll try to write as many as possible
p.s. If you use the bingo card for yourself, please TAG me. I spent hours creating this card and it sucks when people steal your work
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