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deliverydefresas · 3 years

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another aeroplane, another sunny place

AKA, the final bonus part of shape of you that wasn't posted here, but on wp. very much inspired by michael bublé's song 'home' back in 2017 that i finally finished writing a while ago. technically it can be read as a standalone os since that's how it was originally written as, but it also makes sense in the sofy universe. (just like another os i will post sometime next week that i *also* posted on wp but not on here)

ANYWAYS feel free to ignore if you've read it already, since i'm mostly just posting it here in case i need to reference it later!

may be surrounded by a million people i still feel alone, i just wanna go home

oh, i miss you, you know

He'd been on the road for eight months now.

He was grateful of all the success the Rollerband was getting; a worldwide sold-out tour, thousands of records sold, a renewed signing contract for another three years. He knew he was lucky, and he couldn't deny it.

Career-wise, he was happy, living his rock-star dream. His personal life was a whole different thing.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. And it was true, honestly. If he thought he loved his girlfriend before, he knew for sure now that he was ten thousand kilometers away. However, what they don't tell you, it's how hard it can get when such a distance is formed. He hadn't talked to Ámbar, like really talked, in two months.

Their relationship had gotten to an only-texting communication, with hello's and goodnight's texts received every day. The phone calls had reduced to once a week, if that.

It hadn't started that way, though. The first three months consisted of daily three-hours-long video calls, with the occasional visit if uni and her schedule allowed her, then they passed to a one-hour daily cellphone call... now they were lucky they even remembered to put 'i love you' at the end of their texts.

He didn't like it, not one bit. He knew where they were leading; he'd seen it first with Jim and Nico years ago (which was a reason he tried not to date anyone seriously), and then a few months later with Delfi and Pedro. Simón didn't want that for Ámbar and himself.

He checked the time; almost midnight where he was, so it'd only be around 7 PM in Buenos Aires. Her uni classes ended at three, so either she was at the J&R or doing homework.

Deciding he didn't have anything to lose, he pressed 'call' on his phone. Five rings later, she picked up, her beaming face appearing on his screen. Gosh, how he'd missed her.

"Aló, Simón?!" Her voice sounded a little breathy, but overall excited. He had to smile when he heard her. "How are you? I miss you," she sighed wistfully on the other side of the line. The hand she wasn't using to hold the phone went to her hair, twirling a lock away from her face.

"I miss you too," Simón answered, a small smile gracing his lips, "I'm coming home soon, only a couple of weeks more, little gem."

"It feels like too long, but at least it's sooner than eight months," she mumbled, sighing again, "how's Spain? Didn't you have a show tonight?"

"Spain's great, full of life," he remembered the crowd, screaming and singing along, "the show ended an hour ago. I'm feeling a little homesick, I guess," he admitted, "I wish I was there with you."

"Don't," she reprimanded him, shaking her head a little, "you'll be here soon, enjoy tour life while you can."

"That's the thing... I'm not enjoying it anymore." Ámbar went still at this. If it weren't for the tenue sound of music she was listening on her side and that he could hear through the phone, he'd have thought it's freezed on him; when he realized that wasn't the case, he continued. "It's been too long. I miss our bed, I miss waking up next to you, hugging you, kissing you... I miss our dog and I miss our friends. This life... it feels so empty, little gem." He wasn't ashamed to say he was close to tears. He loved touring, giving concerts in different parts of the world, meeting fans all over the globe... those were heavy pros. Simón just wished he'd have more time for his family.

"Don't think like that, Simón, please." She begged him, the little tremble in her voice gave away her emotions, her face had barely moved. Simón knew it was more for his sake than for hers. "I miss you too, so much it hurts sometimes. But this is your dream, love, this is what you've worked so hard for; don't let homesickness stop you from finding joy in what you love the most."

"I'll try, I promise I will. I just... I don't know..."

"I get it, I'm the same sometimes. But you must understand; we're not them, Simón." Her voice turned softer, understanding, and soothing. He loved that about her, that she seemed to know what to say and how to say it without a prompt given. "Do you know why they didn't work out? It's not because they loved each other less, or because the distance was too much. It was the pressure of feeling that if they weren't near each other, if they didn't talk to the other 24/7, their bond would break. It was too much, and it ended up leaving them strained."

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to talk to me anymore?" he joked, his smile growing as she rolled her eyes.

"You're an idiot." She deadpanned, changing her position on the bed to recline her back on their bedrest. "Seriously, though, do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yes, love. I know I shouldn't care too much about how much we talk as it does not define our relationship but what can I say? I miss you." She grinned at him.

"I miss you, too. I'm always a call away," she promised him, but then she frowned, "unless I'm at class, then sorry, you'll have to talk to my voicemail."

He laughed, "I see how it is, a boring class is way more important than funny me. How's everything over there? How's my princess?"

"Always." She winked at him. "Everything's fine. I had lunch with my mom today, she made mushroom lasagna, I told her already that mushrooms taste like nothing, but she swears they're flavorful; I might go visit my dad tomorrow as well; he's been bugging me about having dinner with him and his family," he absentmindedly scrunched his nose at the mention of the fungi, he hated them, "Toppy is here, I can put you on speaker so you can talk to her, if you want. I can't promise she'll answer, though, she's been giving me an attitude lately."

"An attitude? You're rubbing on her, aren't you? When I get home, I'll come back to two Ámbar's instead of one." He teased her, earning a huff from his girl. "Let me talk to her, I bet she doesn't even recognize my voice anymore."

"You've always been her favorite, she will." She replied softly, and then it was quiet for a couple of seconds, while she took off the earphones' plug from her phone. "Okay, you're on speaker now. Toppy, babe, come greet daddy." Simón waited until he heard a 'thud' – followed by Ámbar adjusting her phone's camera so he could see both his girl and their pet- to speak again.

"Toppy?" Not a sound.

Before he could get sad he got no response, Ámbar spoke. "She's smelling my phone, talk again." She sounded amused, so Simón complied, cheerier this time.

"How's my favorite puppet doing? I heard you're giving mommy a bit of trouble. What happened to my good girl?" He wasn't done with his first question when the barking started, his pup's little whines sounded almost as if she was reprimanding his absence.

"She's missed you." His girlfriend exclaimed over the barking, chuckling at the way Toppy's tail swat rapidly.

"I miss her too." He sighed again, "I miss you both a lot."

"Just a few more weeks." She reminded him, her smile and tone wistful as she tried to contain the pup's wriggling body. He had to smile at that.

"Just a few more weeks." He echoed, the underlying promise loud to their ears. "I love you."

"I love you too." She paused for a second, before speaking again, "now please go to sleep, you look like you died a week ago." Simón laughed at that, but he knew better than to fight her when she was trying to take care of him.

"I'll call you tomorrow, alright?"

His words were met with a grin. "Not if I text you first. I love you so much, Simón."

"I love you more, little gem. Take care, okay? I'll see you as soon as I can." She sent him a kiss through the phone, before disconnecting the call. He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes, before the 'low battery' notification popped up and he had to charge it. The call left him feeling much better, so he decided to go to bed already.

Just a few more weeks ran like a mantra trough his mind, soothing his fears and anxiety. Just a few more weeks and I'll be home.

#simbar #soy luna #my simbar ff #my sl ff #simón álvarez #ámbar smith #sofy #mine #queued #(obvs the image of the line break isnt mine i found it on google images so the credit goes to whoever created/owns it)

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years

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The Origins (Chapter 5)

Summary: Before the Renegades put an end to the Age of Anarchy, they were six kids trying to survive day by day in a city ruled by chaos and desolation. Is there a space for hope and kindness somewhere in Gatlon City? Maybe.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25123756/chapters/62643247

Evander chapter took me a little bit longer than expected, ngl. I think this one is a little more action-y than my previous work??? Or maybe I’m just fucking allucinating lol.

Also, speaking of Evander, how do you guys pronunce his name? Because I was having Word to read this chapter out loud for me so I could recognize mistakes without having to read (?) and it pronunced it as Ee-vander, but I’ve always pronunced it as /E/vander, probably for the same reason I say “Simón” instead of “Simon” or “Hugo” instead of “Hugh”. Fellow spanish-speakers, back me up (?

BUT REALLY I NEED TO KNOW IS THERE A CANON PRONUNCIATION FOR EVANDER’S NAME???? PLS HELP

Tag list (tell me if you want in or out): @nodrianbcyes @blueraspberry-official @healing-winston-pratt @itsalittlebitchilly @callumtreadwell @plain-jane-mclain

Bring me along to the world you see

Age of Anarchy

Year 9

The night is warm and windless. He looks up and tries to beg the moon for help, but he has lost his voice. A mysterious force holds his arms and legs. The only thing he can move is his head.

The sky is full of stars, red and big as rubies.

"Vandy ..."

He looked to his right. His father's green eyes meet his. He used to say that seeing his son was like looking in the most flattering mirror. They both had red hair, the same eyes, their teeth slightly apart… they were identical. But his father didn't have freckles. His mother did.

"Are you okay?"

On the left, he sees his mother. Her blonde hair covers her face, but he can notice her painted lips and perfect liner. She has always been very protective of her makeup. It makes her feel beautiful.

Evander doesn't understand. His mom is beautiful, even without makeup.

His mom is beautiful, even when she’s dead.

" Evander ..."

An ownerless hand puts the barrel of the gun to his forehead. The metal feels hot. The stranger puts his finger on the trigger and is about to shoot when Kasumi shakes him and whispers:

"Evander, wake up."

Evander woke up screaming and with his heart racing. A layer of cold sweat covered his entire body. Tears began to flow from his eyes and instinctively, he reached for Kasumi's arms and hugged her with all the strength of his body.

"The same nightmare?"

"The same nightmare," he replied.

Kasumi stroked his red locks, while the silence in the room was interrupted by the exasperated moans of the other girls who slept there. Alix approached them with disdain and deep dark circles under her eyes.

He hated Alix. She could look through walls, had just turned seventeen last week, and believed herself to be the leader of the whole place just because she was the oldest.

"You said he wasn’t going to have nightmares anymore, Kasumi," she told her accusingly.

Kasumi shrugged. Evander stuck his tongue out at her.

Three years ago, some Jackals broke into his home during dinner, pointing guns at his parents' heads and demanding answers they didn't have. The first thing his mother did was run at him to protect him, but suddenly, the youngest of the Jackals grabbed him by the collar of his dirty shirt and tried to snatch him away.

However, Samantha Wade was not going to let anyone separate her from her son. She clung to him as if her life depended on it. Evander was too scared and deafened by all the yelling, that he didn't feel his mother's nails digging into his skin. "Don't take my son, please don't kill my baby."

After struggling for a while the boy was able to yank Evander from his mother's arms. The woman let out a brutal scream and that was enough for his father to jump on the Jackal, ready to do everything he could to rescue his son.

The tallest man broke his neck.

He gave a low, hoarse laugh. Evander would never forget it.

"We just need the girl," he explained to the younger jackal. "You take care of the child."

Evander couldn't see his father's body for more than two seconds, because the Jackal took him out to the backyard, sat him on the grass, and ordered him severely:

"Stay still. Unless you want to end up like your dad."

Those words were enough for Evander to overcome his urge to disobey.

He took out of his pocket three fireworks and a lighter.

"Today is Fourth of July, Evander Jr,” he said. "Let’s celebrate.”

Those fireworks were the only thing that lit up that starless night. However, neither their outburst nor their beauty could hide the words that the jackal whispered in his ear:

"Listen to me carefully, kid. You are going to drop to the ground and you aren't going to get up until dawn. In the morning, you'll walk five blocks to the home for child prodigies and you'll tell Bertha that Tom Freud sent you. Now, you will be surrounded by prodigies. Some may be powerful, but you must never to kneel before them. Do you understand?"

How ironic that Evander turned out to be a prodigy. Although no one had knelt before him. Yet.

Tom Freud did not wait for him to respond. As soon as the last spark disappeared, he pushed him to the ground, put his foot on his back, and shouted:

"Stay still!"

The bullet whizzed past his ear. Evander didn't scream, he just obeyed. He stayed still when Freud took his foot off his back. He stayed still when the Jackals left. And he even stayed still when the first ray of the sun illuminated his face.

When he saw the corpses on the kitchen floor, he could only ask himself what would have happened if he had not stayed still.

Every time that nightmare woke him up, he would ask Kasumi the same question. She would only tell him to look out the window.

"Your parents greet you from the stars," she assured. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Wade, hello."

Evander always responded with, “Look, your parents are there too. Hello, Mrs. Kasumi's mom, hello, Mr. Kasumi's dad. How do you say mom and dad in Japanese? "

Then, Kasumi proceeded to teach him some new words and expressions in Japanese. They both liked to put on solemn faces and start saying random phrases in Japanese when they were in public. They knew it was annoying for a lot of people, including Mom Bertha. She said Kasumi's mom used to do the same thing when they were younger when she was mad at her. Mom Bertha seemed sad after telling them this, so they decided not to do it in front of her anymore. Seeing Mom Bertha sad wasn't as fun as watching the older children get angry at them when they refused to explain what they were saying.

"You wouldn't understand," Evander told them, shaking his head with mock seriousness.

"That's right, you wouldn't understand," Kasumi agreed.

If others knew it was just random words and phrases, the game would be over, so they had to keep it a secret. Kasumi confessed that she regretted not being able to learn her parents' first language. However, she made an effort to learn how to say a very specific question.

Unfortunately, it was a question she had to make very often.

"Vandy, did you wet the bed?"

Evander hugged her tighter. Kasumi nodded and began to remove the covers. The girls immediately noticed what happened and started complaining, especially Alix. Evander sat on the corner of the bed, feeling dirty, and humiliated. They all looked at him with disgust and mockery, secreting each other.

Yeah, they didn’t like the idea of Evander sleeping in the same room as them. They said there was a room for boys and a room for girls for a reason. But Mom Bertha wouldn’t hear a word about it. Evander was going to sleep there, whether they liked it or not.

Why? Because he was a bed wetter and the boys weren’t very nice about it. Neither were the girls, but at least they didn’t start a fight with him when they realize Evander had wet the bed again.

He looked out the window. Mom Bertha was outside, talking to some men. He couldn't see their faces.

Evander had seen these men before. Sometimes when nightmares woke him up, he would listen to Mom Bertha talking to them. There were times when they yelled at each other, but there were other times when they gave her boxes filled with food and medicine. Kasumi made up the story that they were the guardians of the shadows, protecting the kingdom of the night.

"They look scary," Evander said to her when she told him the story.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt us."

But lately, Evander heard more screams and saw fewer boxes.

She dropped the wet sheets on the floor and handed him some clean underwear. Evander crawled under a blanket to change. Although he had a lot of privacy that way, Kasumi still turned her back on him so as not to make him uncomfortable.

"Kasumi, don't you listen to what we're saying?" Alix asked.

"I’m listening, Alix," she replied shyly.

“Then stop ignoring us. Evander is getting too old to sleep with the girls, he has to go with the boys. "

"But they are going to hit him again," Kasumi said.

“Well, better for him,” Alix replied. "Maybe he’ll finally learn wetting the bed is a horrible habit.”

Evander pulled the blanket off, pointed his finger at Alix, and yelled:

"You are horrible!"

Alix opened her mouth to respond and Evander threw his dirty underwear at her face. Kasumi burst out laughing along with the rest of the girls. Alix squealed as Evander started bouncing on the bed yelling "Horrible, horrible, horrible girl!" in Japanese.

He would do anything to annoy Alix and to keep Kasumi laughing.

When Alix recovered from the shock, she screamed:

"I'm going to kill you, Evander!"

A gunshot. Two gunshots.

Evander put a hand to his chest. Alix hadn't shot him.

Then who shot who?

Alix pushed Evander off the bed and leaned out the window. The shots had come from outside. Her face twisted in horror.

"Mom Bertha..."

All the other girls leaned over to look. Evander tried to push his way through them, but Kasumi quickly caught on and took him away from the scandal.

"Don't look," she whispered. "Please don't look."

"What happened?" he asked innocently. "Who’s shooting?"

"The guardians of the shadows," she replied, taking him by the shoulders, "have turned against us, Vandy."

As if she had summoned them, the guardians of the shadows knocked down the door to the girls' room pointing their guns at them. He and Kasumi hid under the bed, while the other girls screamed and raised their hands. The guardians of the shadows started holding them by their nightgowns and kicking them out into the corridor, not even giving them time to put on their shoes. The same scandal did not take long to begin in the men's room. A few more shots were heard.

And laughs. Low, hoarse laughs.

It can’t be…

The room was almost empty when a huge hand grabbed Kasumi by the wrist. Both screamed at the same time. Another hand grabbed Evander's arm and dragged them out of there.

The man was tall, muscular, and bald. A red bandanna covered his face.

Jackals.

"What are your powers!?" he yelled at Kasumi. His friend froze, staring at him with wide eyes and a sealed mouth. "What are your powers!?" he asked again.

More screaming. More demands. More questions they couldn't answer.

Evander tried to free himself from the man's grasp. All he wanted was to hug Kasumi once more. Maybe if he did it hard enough and for the right amount of time, he would be able to wake up.

The jackal growled and tossed Evander onto the bed as if ridding himself of an irritating mosquito. If he had done it harder, Evander would have been thrown out the open window.

The cold breeze gave him chills.

He looked at the window, then looked at his friend. She was still paralyzed and unable to answer the man's question. Kasumi, Evander, and the jackal were the only ones left in the room. Everyone else had gone to the common room.

He looked at the window. Then he looked at his friend.

The jackal drew his pistol and held it to Kasumi's head.

"WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS, LITTLE SLUT?!"

"She doesn’t understand you!" Evander yelled.

The jackal fell silent. Now the gun was pointed at him.

But Evander was not afraid.

"What are you talking about?"

“She doesn't speak English,” Evander explained, looking down. "That’s why she doesn't understand a single word of what you’re saying."

He looked at Kasumi curiously and threw Kasumi onto the bed, laughing. Evander hugged her.

Wake up, Vandy, wake up…

"What powers does the little slut have?" he asked Evander.

"I don't know," he replied, "she’s never used them."

"But she’s a prodigy."

"Yes, Mr. Jackal."

Another laugh. "I'm glad. If she wasn’t, I would have to kill her. And it would be a shame to kill such a pretty girl. "

Kasumi hugged him tighter. Perhaps she was also begging that it was all a dream. Or maybe she was more scared than he was.

Evander had to be brave for both of them.

"Do you want me to ask her for you?"

"Huh, now you happen to know Chinese," the jackal sneered.

"No, I know Japanese," Evander corrected.

He gave the loudest laugh of the night. Evander could perfectly visualize him breaking his dad's neck, laughing in the same way...

"Prove it."

Kasumi held his face in her hands. Her gaze seemed to scream at him: "What are you doing?" He had never seen her so confused.

He wished he could tell her what he was thinking. Kasumi, don't be afraid. Think of this as a story. You know the best stories. Let's make our way out of this. Have a little bit of imagination.

But how could one have imagination at this moment?

"I... distraction... you window... we escape."

He saw his friend's gears moving inside her head. "Water... waterfall... escape," Kasumi stammered.

"Window, waterfall, escape" Evander repeated with a nod.

Kasumi smiled at him almost imperceptibly. She had understood. Those afternoons of annoying others had helped.

"What's she saying?" the jackal interrupted.

"She says she can heal trees," Evander replied.

"And what do you do?"

"I can control light."

It wasn't entirely a lie.

"And why aren't you wearing pants?"

Evander hadn't realized he was still in his boxers.

"I- I wetted the bed.”

The jackal's laughter echoed in his head. "How old are you? Six?"

"I’m eight, Mr. Jackal.”

The jackal pointed the gun at the old closet in the corner of the room. “Put on clothes, kid. And then go downstairs with the rest. "

Evander hurried to the closet. He grabbed the first pair of pants he could find. They were green and had strange spots on the knees. But he didn't have time to think about that.

"What are you waiting, bitch? Move,” he yelled at Kasumi.

Kasumi didn’t move.

The pants were too big for him.

"I said move!" and hit her with the pistol’s grip.

Evander ran to get between the jackal and his friend. "Leave her alone!" he screamed.

The jackal raised his hand for a second blow. Both children closed their eyes, preparing for the beating they were about to receive. However, the blow did not come. Something had stopped the jackal.

Evander opened one eye. The jackal stared at him incredulously, his mouth slightly open.

He laughed. "I'm going to kill Freud..."

Then, he loaded his gun, put in on Evander's forehead, and said:

"Hello, Evander Jr. Stay still."

At that moment, Evander knew he couldn't stay still this time.

He placed both of his hands over the jackal's eyes and fired the most powerful and explosive fireworks he could. The jackal's laugh became a cry of pain so loud that all of Gatlon City could hear it.

Kasumi carried him and created a waterfall that ran down to the fence door of the building. As Kasumi slid both of them to their freedom, Evander looked up at the stars.

He didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't stayed still four years ago. But if he had obeyed this particular jackal tonight, the sky would have one star more.

He loved his parents. But he didn't want to be a star just yet.

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #fanfic #the origins #evaner wade #kasumi hasegawa #renegades trilogy #ao3

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hide-in-imagination · 4 years

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Kaleidoscope Of Views // an excerpt of the Gary is her father AU

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Because an anon asked me to write everyone’s reactions to finding out Gary is Ámbar’s father, and because Taylor Swift’s folklore album fed my inspiration.

I dedicate this oneshot to the anon who wrote me, obviously, and to my friend @theuniversezecho because she loves dissecting every line on my fics and I feel like she’ll have fun with this one doing just that.

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Nico was there for it all.

His uncle’s presence had always had some kind of double effect on him. On one side, it made him want to avoid him as much as possible, but on the other, it kept him hyper-aware of everything he did when he was near. Maybe all of it could be summarized in apprehension. In wanting to be ready for whatever he did.

That’s how, when his uncle started talking with a woman he had never seen before, with an expression he had never seen in him either, Nico almost by instinct gravitated toward the scene, keeping a distance but completely tuned in to the conversation.

He hadn’t even noticed Ámbar was in the middle of it until it became evident. He couldn’t believe his ears and eyes as everything unfolded. It was like a scene taken out of a soap opera. It didn’t seem real, but the dawning, heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach was disturbingly real.

Ámbar left the Roller as if her life depended on it. Nico could only imagine what it must have felt like for her. Maybe it really was like she’d collapse onto herself if she stayed there a second longer.

The woman— Silvana, her mom— tried to go after her, but his uncle grabbed her before she could get far.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” he told her.

Silvana didn’t look like she wanted to talk. She told him as much, that it wasn’t the time, but his uncle roared at that.

“The time passed eighteen years ago, I’m not waiting any longer!”

Silvana looked around then, and her eyes met Nico’s for a fleeting instant.

“Not here,” he heard her say.

His uncle all but dragged her outside after that.

Around the Roller, conversations resumed— or maybe they never stopped— and everything was as usual again. Normal. Calm.

As if nothing had happened.

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Pedro noticed Nico had stopped working.

That wasn’t unusual, unfortunately. His friend wasn’t a bum, don’t take him wrong, but he did have a tendency of getting distracted. It could be over anything— a pretty girl, a notification on his phone, a song beginning to play through the speakers of the Roller making him go ‘Bro, this is my jam!’

So, when Pedro saw him standing in the middle of the Roller staring at nothing in particular, he didn’t think any of it at first. He just walked up to him, intending to snap him out of it as always and get him back to work.

When he reached him though, two things became instantly apparent.

One, he hadn’t been staring at nothing as Pedro had thought. The appearance of a wandering, unfocused gaze was just a cover, an attempt at hiding the fact he was actually quite focused on something.

Two, the scene he was witnessing, and now, in turn, Pedro as well, was very important.

He could tell by the tension between the three, by the tones of their voices and their body language, even before he heard the words that actually changed everything.

Ámbar ran out of there, Gary and the woman quickly followed, and Pedro could do nothing more than stare agape.

He turned to his friend. “Nico?”

Nico looked positively shocked.

“Did… Did that really just happen?” He asked, meeting Pedro’s gaze. “You heard it too, right? Right? It’s not just me, I’m not hallucinating, right?”

“No, I heard it too,” he confirmed. It was really crazy though. Gary? Ámbar’s father? “Did you know any of this?”

“No! I had no idea!” Nico snapped, distressed. “Oh my god…”

Nico ran a hand through his hair and paced, his face scrunching more and more in confusion.

“So, Ámbar is my cousin? But- But she’s Luna’s cousin. Does this make Luna my cousin too? I- What the fuck is going on?!”

“Okay, slow down, slow down,” Pedro said, placing calming hands on his shoulders. “First of all, there’s no real blood relation between Ámbar and Luna so, no, technically Luna’s not your cousin. Ámbar though... yeah, it appears she is.”

“But- how?! How could we not know any of this before?!”

“Judging by the looks of it, it was a very complicated situation,” Pedro said. It was all he could say, really. Nothing was very clear; not even to those involved, apparently. “Now that I think about it though,” he commented after a pause, “you’re both blond and have fair eyes. It does make kind of sense.”

“You have fair eyes too!” Nico countered. The ‘you idiot’ at the end was implicit. “Are you my lost cousin as well?!”

“Lost cousin?”

Both boys turned to find Simón looking at them with an amused expression.

“What did I miss?” He chuckled.

Pedro and Nico looked at each other.

This was going to be a hard one to explain.

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People could say anything they wanted about her, but Jazmín Carvajal was talented.

Perhaps not at studies, or at board games, or at videogames, or at cooking, or at chores, or at swimming— but who cared about any of that? Her talent was better than all of that together, it was the Louis Vuitton of talents. And no, she wasn’t talking about her impeccable fashion sense or enviable good looks. Although, she had been born with both. But whatever, her other talent was still better than those.

Now, people would probably wonder: Jazmín, what could possibly be better than having a great fashion sense? Well, at first, she had thought so too. But then she realized that there was something even better:

Being in the right place at the right time for gossip.

Whether it was arriving at just the right time to see new couples form, or at just the right time to hear juicy secrets, Jazmín had a talent for being there.

And this? This was the juiciest secret to ever juice.

Gary was Ámbar’s father? And her biological mother was not only also in the picture but she was way prettier than Sharon. Now she understood where Ámbar had gotten her beauty from— with those parents there was no way to be anything less than gorgeous. She had to admit, she was a little jealous. But then she remembered she was Jazmín, the Roller’s second prettiest, owner of Ja-Jazmín, and luckiest girl in the world because this news was going to be a HIT.

Right when the Sol Benson drama was starting to subside, life gifted her with this pure gold scoop. Her talent really was the best. Even Delfi, her best friend and biggest competition in the media world, hadn’t been there to see it due to a Uni class. No one had, except Jazmín. If you asked her, it was a divine sign that this was her calling. Being a star/influencer was her destiny.

Sadly, by the time she realized what was going down, most of it had already been said. She was a little slow at pulling out her tablet discreetly, so she only got to film Ámbar’s storm out and the tense exchange between Gary and Silvana before they left as well. But whatever, she’d just recount the rest. Storytelling was her specialty after all.

Once the coast was clear, Jazmín stood rapidly and walked out of the Roller. Normally, she’d record in the lockers, but she didn’t want anyone to overhear her and find out about everything before she could post her video.

She found a quiet place next to some trees, lifted her tablet and began filming.

“Guys, you will not believe what just happened.”

***********************

Simón could not believe his ears.

Ámbar knew her biological mother? She had never mentioned that. He thought she didn’t know who her real parents were. Well, no, at the time they all thought she was Sol Benson, but then that had turned out to be a lie. When had Ámbar met her real mom? It couldn’t have been in Cancún, unless the woman followed her all the way here. Maybe it had happened shortly after they came back.

Silvana— that’s what the guys had said her name was. They’d also said that, apparently, Ámbar didn’t get along with her at all. That made sense. If the woman had appeared out of nowhere after 18 years of absence— years in which she had to live with Sharon— Ámbar had valid reasons to be resentful.

Simón wondered how it must’ve been for her to see her for the first time. To finally be able to put a face to the empty space.

Then the guys finished their recounting and he didn’t have to wonder anymore. He could picture it better than he wanted to.

“She ran out.”

“It was too much.”

“She was very upset. I honestly had never seen her like that.”

Simón had.

He had seen her sad, had seen her lost, had seen her trying to act strong with tears in her eyes.

If it had been like that or worse…

Simón found himself wishing he had been there. But for what? What would he have done? Run after her? He didn’t do that anymore. They weren’t like that anymore.

Wanting to be by her side was almost nostalgic, except the feeling was too wrapped in barbed wire to be remotely nice.

(And could it really be nostalgic if it had only been two months? If he still had flashbacks in dreams? If he hated himself for seeing her sometimes and not hating her as much as he wanted to?)

Simón got back to work along with the guys. But as he delivered orders or wiped tables, the image of Ámbar remained in his mind; sad, lost and broken as those times before, but this time alone. It came with the anxious thought that, if he wanted to, he could find her. He knew he could. If he just walked out that door, he’d know where to find her.

But he stayed where he was, because he had promised himself not to go near her again.

She probably wanted to be alone anyway. She’d want to pull herself together before having to face anyone again. She had a lot to think, a lot to come to terms with— surely the calm of solitude would help with that. And even if she wanted someone… it surely wasn’t him.

And so, the minutes ticked by. He wouldn’t be able to say exactly how many, but it had been a while when Gary returned.

Simón saw him immediately, but he didn’t notice him. He was by himself. His conversation with Ámbar’s mom must have ended and she left. Would she come back another day to see Ámbar? Simón wasn’t sure if he wanted that or not.

His thoughts, though, focused on the one that was there. Gary. Gary López. The new representative of Vidia and manager of the Roller. The creator and manager of the Red Sharks. Ámbar probably had a good image of him due to that, before. Then she’d had to watch that image corrode into the man that should’ve but was never there.

Simón knew Gary was arrogant and selfish. He had swayed Vidia into dropping the music business because he wanted to pursue rollerskating instead. He had dismantled their skating team for deeming them not good enough and forbidden them from using the rink. All of that he’d done it without the slightest empathy.

But one thing was to be a business obsessive man willing to push everyone aside in order to get what he wanted, and another very different one was to be the kind of man capable of causing an irreparable damage to a person that was his responsibility and carry on with his life as if it was nothing.

If Simón didn’t like Gary before, now he hated him.

“Nico,” Gary called the instant he spotted his nephew. “Come here.”

Nico left the table he had been cleaning and went to his side obediently. Simón stood close to them, watchful.

“Yes, uncle?”

“Ámbar’s not picking up her phone and I need to find her, any idea where she could’ve gone?”

“Um, I don’t know. Her house, maybe?”

Gary pulled out his phone. “Send me the address.”

Nico pulled out his own phone and began searching for it.

Simón moved towards them.

“Nico, don’t.”

Both turned to him as Simón stood next to Nico and put a hand on top of his phone, pushing it down. “Don’t give him anything.”

Gary glared at him. “Who told you this was your call? Mind your own business,” he spat.

“If Ámbar’s not answering your calls then she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Simón reasoned firmly.

“Well, I need to speak with her, I’m not asking for your opinion.” He turned to his nephew. “Nico.”

Nico looked nervous at the threat in his voice, but Simón kept his hand stubbornly over his phone. He stood in front of Gary and stared him down.

“Do you even realize how hard this must be for her?” He said indignantly. “Have some empathy and give her some space—”

“The one who doesn’t understand anything is you!” Gary roared, taking Simón by surprise, but he managed not to back down one centimeter. “I didn’t know any of this, I didn’t even know I had a daughter walking around somewhere— So don’t come telling me to have some empathy because the only one who knows exactly what she’s feeling right now is me!”

Simón was left as if in pause.

He hadn’t been expecting the outburst. No; that wasn’t exactly right. Gary was known for being short-tempered. He could be calm and then screaming at some poor soul the next second. Simón had been prepared to stand his ground against that.

But, the thing was, those outbursts were always based on anger, on annoyance. And while this one had much of that too, there was an emotionality, a raw anguish in his eyes and voice that Simón had never seen or expected to see in Gary.

And so, against all logic and all he thought he knew, Simón found himself forced to accept what was in front of him.

He does care.

Gary seemed to realize his slip. He squared his shoulders and lifted his chin, straightening the scarf over his chest. Simón recognized the gesture, the physical display of putting his guard back up. His heart skipped when he realized from where.

Ámbar does the same.

“She needs to know I had no idea,” Gary stated, serene now but with the same firmness of steel. “So, Nico,” he said turning to him again, “hurry up.”

Simón saw Nico glance at him out of the corner of his eye. A question.

Simón lowered his hand.

Nico lifted his phone and typed on it for a while. He looked at his uncle and said, “Sent.” Gary checked his phone and turned to leave.

“I don’t think she’ll be at her house.”

Gary stopped in his tracks and turned. Simón met his gaze.

“Check the park around the corner. That’s where she used to go when she was upset.”

Gary didn’t say ‘thank you’, but the feeling was there in the one courteous nod he gave him before heading out.

Simón watched him go, clenched fists and anxious heart.

He hoped he had done the right thing.

***********************

Luna, Nina, Jim and Yam had just finished P.E class, their last class of the day, when they found out about everything through Jazmín’s video.

Luna had been the last one to finish changing from her gym clothes back to regular ones. When she walked out of the dressing rooms, she saw all her friends were already on the schoolyard and hurried towards them.

“Sorry I’m late, I’m ready now,” she said as she reached them. “What are you watching?”

They were all glued together looking at something in Jim’s phone. They turned to her and there was an expression in their faces Luna couldn’t pinpoint.

“Luna, you need to see this,” Nina said, at the same time as Jim passed her the phone.

“What is it?” Luna frowned, receiving it. It was open on a video in Jazmín’s channel. All girls gravitated toward her as Luna tapped ‘play’, watching it along with her over her shoulders.

At first, it was just Jazmín’s typical blabbering, but as the video went on Luna’s eyes widened, and by the time it ended, she was totally agape.

“What?” She uttered, blinking rapidly as if the video she just watched would disappear from the screen and prove to be a figment of her imagination. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, is this real? Gary is Ámbar’s dad?”

“Well, there’s not much video of the moment but, why would Jazmín lie about something like this?” Nina reasoned, who also looked taken aback.

“Yeah, I mean, Jazmín may want to make her channel popular but, she wouldn’t just make up something like this to achieve that,” Yam said.

“Yeah, Jazmín is not a liar,” Jim agreed, “so we can only assume she’s saying the truth.”

“Wow…” Luna murmured. It was the only thing she was capable of saying.

“‘Wow’ is cutting it short,” Nina said. “Statistically speaking, this is something near impossible. I mean- Gary didn’t get here because of Ámbar, he came because Vidia hired him and he happened to get interested in the skating business. If none of that had happened, he and Ámbar would never even have crossed paths. This is like— less likely than getting struck by lightning.”

“And if Ámbar’s mom hadn’t appeared and Gary hadn’t recognized her, they never would’ve even known either,” Jim added, just as surprised as the rest.

“The worst part is that, if we look at their actions, it makes sense that they’re related,” Yam reflected. “I mean, Ámbar has done nothing but harm the Roller lately, and in the short time Gary’s been here he’s done exactly the same. Except worse because he’s the manager and therefore he can do whatever he likes.”

“You think they’ll join forces against us?” Nina asked worriedly.

Luna shook her head.

“No, no, no, stop. You’re getting way ahead of yourselves,” she reproached. “Ámbar just found out that he’s her father— Do you really think she even cares about the Roller or us right now? Finding out about something like this is very shocking. Didn’t you see how she ran away? She must be very upset.”

The girls looked shamefaced.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jim said. “It must be very tough.”

“Yes,” Yam expelled reluctantly. “Although it’s a little hard for me to feel sorry for her after all she’s done.”

After some coaxing from Luna, the girls continued with their daily routine of dropping off their bags and then meeting again at the Roller as usual.

As Luna walked home though, she thought that nothing was ‘as usual’ anymore. Her whole life had changed in the last couple of months, and now things kept changing around her at a dizzying speed.

Luna didn’t want more things to change. She wanted some sense of normalcy back into her life, like the warm feeling of happiness and belonging that washed over her whenever she was with Simón.

The Roller team didn’t exist anymore, they weren’t allowed to skate in the rink she loved so much, her given name was Sol Benson which meant everything was different and her biological parents were long gone… She didn’t know how she would be dealing with all of it if it wasn’t for Simón accompanying her all summer, the unconditional love of her parents, the grandpa she didn’t know she had, and the girls, who were always there for her.

Now Ámbar knew who her real parents were too, but, unlike hers, Ámbar’s were alive, which meant she actually had to face them.

And, unlike her, Ámbar didn’t have that many people around.

Well, it’s her own fault, a little voice protested in her head, but Luna couldn’t help but feeling sympathy for her. After all, she knew very well what it felt like to uncover your past, and no matter what bad things she had done, no one deserved to be alone during a time like that.

She could only hope that the Red Sharks would act as a support for her, although she doubted it with the kind of people they were. Ramiro perhaps would want to help, although he and Ámbar were never really close.

Luna was the one farthest from Ámbar, they always had been, but at the same time, she had moments in which she felt like they were the ones who could get the other the most. At least on some level. If only they could understand each other… but Ámbar had never wanted to get along with her.

Luna sighed, half from tiredness and half from frustration.

She was gonna try to be nice to Ámbar during this time— like she always had, to be fair— but if Ámbar kept pushing everyone away, there was nothing she could do.

***********************

Juliana looked at her watch and back at the three teenagers in front of her.

“Still no news from Ámbar?”

Benicio lowered his phone from his ear. “She’s not picking up.”

“Something must have happened,” Ramiro said. “Ámbar has never been the kind to skip training sessions, and she’s always on time.”

“Well, what do we do?” Emilia asked. “Do we train without her?”

Juliana looked at her watch again, seeming troubled. She was probably thinking of how to adjust steps that required couples to just three people. For Ramiro it wasn’t an issue because he was paired up with Emilia, so he was more worried about why Ámbar hadn’t appeared than about the training session.

“Juliana.”

Ramiro looked to the side and saw Simón standing near the entrance of the rink.

“Can I speak with you?” He asked.

With a slight frown, Juliana nodded. “Yeah, sure.” She turned to the trio. “Try contacting her one last time,” she told them and walked toward Simón.

“As if I hadn’t sent her a bunch of messages already,” Emilia said with a roll of her eyes, but she unlocked her phone anyway.

Ramiro focused his gaze on Juliana and Simón. He couldn’t hear what they were saying from he was standing and Juliana’s back was to him, but he could see Simón’s face and he looked serious as he spoke. Juliana must have asked something because Simón shook his head no. He looked somewhat... unhappy? No. Worried, maybe. Ramiro wondered what it could be about.

It was over as soon as he formed that thought though. Simón walked away from the rink and Juliana returned to their side.

“Ámbar is not gonna come today.”

“What? Why?” Benicio asked, voicing Ramiro’s thoughts.

“I don’t know, but she’ll tell us whenever she comes back,” Juliana replied. Ramiro frowned. If that’s what they had talked about, why didn’t Simón tell her? “In the meantime, today we’ll—”

“I think I know why.”

Everyone turned to Emilia. She tapped on her phone and positioned herself so everyone could see the screen. Juliana protested at first, claiming they were already behind in their training and it wasn’t the time to watch silly videos, but then, as Jazmín’s tale went on, even she was left speechless.

The video came to an end and there was a collective silence. Ramiro felt it as one of those moments during skating when you connected with your partner on a level so instinctual that you almost became one mind. At this moment, they were all processing the same.

Benicio was the first one to react.

“I gotta go see her.”

He attempted to skate away, but Juliana stopped him immediately with a hand on his chest.

“You will do nothing of the sort, you’re staying right here,” she declared firmly. “All of you.”

“But Juliana,” Emilia said, looking bothered, “this is…”

“I know,” Juliana said, more softly now. “And I’m sure Ámbar is going through a lot right now, so if really you want to help her, give her time to process all of this. Okay?”

Ramiro understood the logic of what Juliana was saying, and if Benicio’s and Emilia’s deflated stances said anything, they understood it as well. And Ámbar was not his friend by any means or even someone he had talked to that much. But…

“Does she have to process it alone?” He had to ask.

Juliana looked at him.

“This kind of news? …Yes.”

That afternoon, Juliana put them up to do individual training. Ramiro loved perfecting himself so it was an almost ideal outcome for him, but even though he tried to focus wholeheartedly on his footwork, his thoughts kept jumping back to Ámbar intermittently.

Like- First they had convinced her that she was Sol Benson when in reality it was Luna –that alone was enough to merit an existential crisis— and now she had to deal with this? If Ramiro had to deal with a life like that then, fuck, he’d be burning things down too.

He had said that he didn’t care about his Red Sharks teammates, only about their skating abilities and the chances the team had at succeeding and making it big. His friends were the Roller guys, even if they were mad at him, and that wasn’t going to change. But maybe he’d make an exception.

After all, Ámbar had been part of the Roller Team once too. And from the look of things… She was gonna need a friend.

***********************

The instant the video ended, Delfi was already marking Pedro on her phone.

“Hello, my l—"

“Is it true?” She fired instantly.

“What is?”

She could perfectly picture his frown of confusion but she had no time for it.

“Is Gary Ámbar’s dad?” She quickly clarified.

“Wh- How do you know about that?!” He asked, stunned.

“So it is true!” She replied agape. “Oh my god!”

She was speed-walking through her campus, meaning to take a cab the moment she was outside. She had to go to the Roller asap.

“Delfi, seriously, how did you find out? I thought you were in class.”

“Jazmín made a video about it and posted it on Ja-Jazmín.”

“What? I didn’t even see her there. Oh god.”

“How is Ámbar? Is she there?”

“No, she never came back. Gary either. Her mother even less, she looked like she didn’t want to be near Gary for another second.”

“Wow… I can’t believe all of this, it’s so crazy. I mean, what are the odds that precisely her biological father would be put in charge of the very place she had frequented all her life AND the new skating team she is now part of? This is insane.”

“Tell me about it. Nico is freaking out.”

“Oh my god, Nico! Right, this makes them cousins! Wow…” She finally got to the street and turned her gaze to the traffic. “Now that I think about it, they do look quite alike.”

“I said the same thing!” Pedro jumped, maybe a little too excited, but it warmed Delfi too that they had thought the same. “At least genetically it adds up.”

“Was anyone else there when it happened?”

“Only Simón. Although he didn’t see it first-hand, Nico and I told him.”

Delfi told him to hold as she climbed into the cab and gave the driver the destination.

“And what was his reaction?” she asked once she was settled. “I mean, I know he’s still mad at Ámbar for what happened, but he did have a thing for her at one point…”

Pedro sighed. “I think that thing you mention may not be as in the past as we thought,” he said worriedly.

She frowned. “Why do you say so?”

“You should’ve seen how he confronted Gary when he returned asking for Ámbar’s address. He blatantly told him to leave her alone and have some empathy.”

“Oh wow. Was Gary mad?”

“Super mad. He yelled at him, told him he had no idea what it was like and that he had no right to meddle. Simón had no other choice but to let him be.”

Delfi sighed, staring out the window as the streets passed and blurred together.

“Yeah, I think the only ones who really know what it feels like are Ámbar and Gary.” The rest of them could imagine it but… No, scratch that, she couldn’t imagine it.

“You know Ámbar is not my friend anymore,” she continued. “And truthfully, I’m happy it is that way, but… I don’t know, I think this whole thing is awful. I hope she and Gary can talk and figure things out. I hope he’ll be nice to her. Although, it’s very unlikely because Gary it’s a brute. I mean, neither of them are very good people but… I still hope they can clear things up, get along, bond… It’d be awful if Gary denied her. Or if he ran away; she doesn’t deserve that. I mean, sure, Ámbar it’s no innocent flower but, as much pain as she’s caused, I don’t want Gary to treat her badly…” She paused, going over her own words. “…Is it silly of me to think that?” She asked, feeling unsure.

There was a small silence before he answered.

“No. It just goes to show the amazing, beautiful girl you are.”

Delfi could hear the smile in his voice, see the tenderness written in his expression as clear as if he were with her, and it made a thousand butterflies flutter in her stomach.

She smiled warmly. “You are the amazing one. The best boyfriend any girl could ask for.” She looked out the window again. “I’ll be there in a couple minutes, talk to you there?”

“I’ll have an apple juice ready for when you arrive.”

God, could he be any sweeter?

“Thank you. See you soon. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Delfi put her phone back into her bag and let out a long sigh.

Yeah, she was quite content with her life right now. She wouldn’t change it for the world.

***********************

When Matteo arrived at the Roller after some long classes at University, he had been hoping for some peace. Studying Business Administration wasn’t as boring as he had feared, made even more bearable each time he imagined himself owning his own record company. The classes could be very tedious though, and the amount of information his teachers could shoot his way in one hour and a half was as impressive as it was tiring.

Matteo wanted to relax, but just walking into the cafeteria, he realized that wouldn’t be possible.

Tension hung heavy in the air as everyone was gathered talking about something. Matteo heard them mention Ámbar and Gary and he immediately prepared himself for the worse.

“What happened?” He asked as he joined the group.

“You didn’t see Jazmín’s video?” Yam asked.

He frowned. “No, I haven’t seen anything, why?”

There seemed to be a silent conversation between everyone. Luna looked at Simón. He didn’t seem happy, but he sighed and made a gesture as if saying ‘go ahead.’ Matteo felt the usual jab of jealousy he got each time he watched them together, but he pushed it down. He was more worried about what Gary and Ámbar could’ve done this time.

He expected to hear some new, unfair prohibition, like they couldn’t be in the Roller for more than two hours at a time or something.

He did not expect what they actually told him.

“What?” He looked at everyone, searching for signs that they were messing with him. “Are you serious? Gary?”

“Yeah, we couldn’t believe it either,” Pedro said.

“I still can’t believe it,” said Nico. “I mean- Ámbar is my cousin. This is so weird.”

It was weird. It was very weird indeed. Just with Luna turning out to be Sol Benson, Matteo thought he had met his quota of coincidences for the rest of his life. Apparently not.

He was still getting his head around everything Nico and Pedro had told him when, suddenly, many voices rose at once.

“Jazmín!”

“Where have you been?”

“We called you many times!”

Jazmín looked absolutely ecstatic and unconcerned as she entered the Roller and came up to them.

“I was doing some celebratory shopping!” She said cheerily, showing off the shopping bag in her hand. “What are you doing all gathered like this? Ah, I know, you’re talking about my video, right?” She grinned. “Isn’t it the best? I totally made it in a rush but it’s such a hit, guys. You have no idea how many comments I’m getting. Everyone is so shocked by the news!”

“Jazmín…” Delfi said in a disapproving tone, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Now tell me, what were your thoughts? I mean, besides the fact I look gorgeous in this outfit,” she said with a flip of her hair. “Do you think Gary will take a paternity test? Many people seem to think so, but I think that with how alike they look it’d be a joke to take one– I mean, how do you deny that?”

“Jazmín.”

Simón’s voice finally stopped her. He stood in front of her and looked at her seriously.

“You need to delete that video right now,” he said in a polite but rigid manner.

Jazmín snorted. “What? Are you crazy? Is my biggest success so far!”

“What you told in that video was something private, not something for everyone to find out about,” he reprimanded. “It wasn’t right for you to upload that.”

Jazmín’s smile finally fell and her posture turned defensive.

“And was it right when she burned down the rink?” She demanded. “Was it right when she gave our choreography to The Sliders? Or when she bought dislikes to my video in the Vidia competition? Guys, it’s Ámbar,” she reminded them, in a tone that suggested it was silly to be even talking about it. “She has done worse things.”

No one jumped to contradict that and Matteo could understand why. Everyone had been affected by Ámbar in one way or another.

Which is precisely why it was so telling when Luna, the one who had been targeted the most, was the one to intercede on her behalf. She told Jazmín that Simón was right, that even though Ámbar had done bad things, those had nothing to do with what was happening now.

Not a day went by that Matteo wasn’t amazed by how big Luna’s heart was.

Jim was the next one to say she agreed, and it was written in everyone else’s faces that they did as well, even if begrudgingly.

With one last “please” from Simón’s lips, Jazmín finally gave in and deleted the video. She moved to one of the chairs and sat down, sad, holding her shopping bag to her chest as if it was a plush toy. The pout remained on her face even after everyone else carried on with their day.

Unfortunately, it didn’t matter much now if the video was gone. Deleting it was more a nice gesture than anything else considering the ton of views it had. Everyone who knew Ámbar probably knew everything already.

Matteo settled down at one of the tables with an orange juice, and his thoughts went back to their dating days. Ámbar used to love having videos made about them, showing off how perfect they were. Or just about her, to bask in people’s love and attention. To be honest, he couldn’t completely blame Jazmín for not having thought twice when Ámbar used to be like that.

But she was not that Ámbar anymore, just as he was no longer the same.

There was a shift that occurred in the mind of a person that used to live for praise when they realized image was of no help when they needed it most. When they realized they couldn’t get what they truly wanted because they didn’t know how, because in the world of appearances it was never taught how.

Something happened at that moment. Something that Matteo knew very well because he had been through that too.

The visibly defined lines in the world seemed to fade, like a chessboard with no squares, leaving you in doubt of how to move. You had to rebuild your sense of self, but without the polished, beautiful vase of glass that had always been there, water had no shape.

Matteo had slowly found his way thanks to the people around him. His friends had shown him there were other scales to weigh his worth. Luna taught him that not being bound by fixed contours could be a good thing— it allowed new, better things to come in.

Matteo was a slow learner. He still had times when he felt that to lose or win defined if he had worth or not. He lashed out when he felt insecure. He lost Luna for it. But he had a sense now of who he was and what he wanted. He was still like a clay figure made by a kindergartener, but he was getting there.

Ámbar though, seemed to had collapsed without a direction. From the spilled water had risen a storm, still shapeless and chaotic, but strong enough and deathly enough to keep any harm from ever touching her again.

Matteo wondered what she would do now that her past had hit her and her present had changed. Now that everyone knew what was happening, turning her storm into no more than a snow globe, displayed for everyone to see.

Would she become even worse? Like a vengeful hurricane destroying everything in its wake?

Or would she finally subdue her waves into a less hostile tide and allow someone to try to reach her?

Knowing Ámbar, he feared it would be the first. From his experience, he hoped it would be the second. But if she let someone like Gary in— would that be a good or a bad thing?

After everything Ámbar had done to the Roller and the team, he doubted anyone else would want to get near.

But maybe…

He looked over to the side and watched Simón as he took the orders from one of the tables.

Maybe the one who tried once would be willing to do it again.

After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

Matteo took a long sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair.

Only time would tell.

…

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This was a very fun writing exercise for me. I had to get into a lot of character’s minds and, sometimes, it was like I wasn’t even the one writing anymore. There are some lines here that make me proud, but I feel like I can’t take the credit for them because they came to me almost as if something had possessed me.

In my experience, though, that’s the best kind of writing.

I hope you liked this and thank you for reading ♡ — C

#simbar fanfic #kinda #soy luna fanfiction #soy luna fanfic #My Writing #short writings #although not so short- this one is 6k sljdfn #gary is her father AU #I *AM* WORKING ON ROADS- PLZ HAVE PATIENCE <3

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Temporada 2, Capítulo 63

- :( thinking about the downfall of Ámbar - Not like she didn’t deserve it but. yeah. She deserves consequences. I need to remember that even though she’s my (problematic) fave - Remember when I HATED her? S1 me would be SO confused. - Bruno is acting like Simón just told the funniest joke ever - HaHA I love Juliana putting Benicio in his place - “It was an accident” pleaseeeeeeee - Bahahahaha Juliana calling Benicio a bad actor - I’m kinda surprised Benicio didn’t give Ámbar up right away… I’m sure he’s gonna use it as a way to get something from her, there’s no other reason - This is why we keep our cell phones on silent - The presence of TInoYCato was useful for once - “Para nos, para vos” Jazmín lmaooooooo - HAHAHA is is secret news if Jazmín doesn’t overhear it? - Imagine if…. Imagine if Juliana had seen Ámbar on the camera. The first Simbar date and them getting closer NEVER would have happened. wow…. :( - Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started talking to my mirror with all the time I’m alone - Sigh… Ámbar and Sharon are más unidas que nunca. Hate to see it. - LMAO WHY WOULD BENICIO COME BACK TO THE LOFT - HA roller band said GET OUT - LMAO detective Nina - Ah, wholesome Pelfi interaction - *Realizes I missed the start of a Simbar* scene, REWIND - They skate so well together ooooooooof - ¿Por qué esas caras? What do you think Juliana? - Ámbar actually kinda seems sad? - I’m STRESSED for Ámbar though. Talking about herself when she says she’s gonna find Benicio’s accomplice. - Delfi and Gastón… haven’t seen those two skate in a while… - Dang… they JUMPED on Jazmín - Rey???? - Ok, what’s with the EXTENDED Lutteo montage - Nina should have done the exchange. - Benicio is smiling way too much - HAHA Bruno is like. Image is everything and yours sucks. - Sorry Benicio, actions have consequences. - EW NOT THIS SCENE. I WANT TO SKIP IT. - Why in the world would that happen in the context of this scene. Ah wait… I see. - Yeah I skipped it. The fact that we got a B*mbar kiss before Simbar is CRIMINAL. - Simón is like. What is she [Luna] on.

#sl liveblog #sl2

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bitransspiderman · 5 years

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Pride: Your Way

Chapter 1

Lupe and Mia had been asked by Ramiro to welcome their new guests the best way they knew how. By dancing. The girls decided Mia was best for showing the individuality of Saint Mary.

https://youtu.be/z7V78vAi2B8

“What just happened? Was that for real?” Olivia scoffs.

“I liked it,” Tobias says watching the dancers group up.

“Come on. That was sad.”

“It was passionate.”

“Passion won’t win nationals,” Juanma comments, frankly.

“Excuse me,” Lupe asks. “What did you say about my team?”

Juanma turns and faces the raven-haired girl head-on.

“I said passion won’t win nationals.”

“And what would a basketball player like you know about nationals?”

Juanma’s face closes off a bit. Ramiro hears the commotion.

“I’ve been to the competitions. Trust me, that’s not going to win.”

“I’d appreciate it if you dispersed. The girls were welcoming you to the school. Clap and go to class.”

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“That was rude.” Lupe fumes.

“It was. But did you see the other guy?” Agus sighs.

“He was cute.” Mia acknowledges.

“He was beyond cute,” Sofi says.

“Girls, do you mind grabbing us seats. I want to be in the center of class.” Lupe says.

Sofi and Agus walk off.

“Mia do you have something to tell me?”

Mia turns to deny anything but sees the expression on her sister’s face.

“Ok, the other guy was cute.”

“He’s friends with the person who insulted us.”

“We don’t know that they are friends per se. And it wasn’t so much an insult as a comment.” Mia cuts herself off because Lupe is about to seethe. “But the cute one said we were passionate. You know how much I want my art to reach people.”

Lupe nods. That was Mia’s biggest concern whereas Lupe wanted to win.

“Okay. I think you’re too nice but I’ll give the guy a chance to show himself better than his acquaintances.”

“That’s all I ask. It’s not like I want you to ask the blond for pointers.”

Lupe’s eyes bulge and Mia pulls her forward to class. Then stops abruptly.

“Mia!” Lupe shrieks as she bumps into her.

“Uh, you’ll be able to start forming that opinion now.”

Lupe looks around her and sees the “cute one”. She grins and marches right up to him.

“Where does your friend get off saying that about the Go! team?”

“Uh, hello.”

“Yes, hello. Tell me.” She crosses her arms.

“Well, Juanma is really opinionated. Sometimes he keeps it to himself. Sometimes he doesn’t.” He glances past Lupe at Mia. “I think you guys are good though.”

“Good? Good is not enough. We are nearly sensational thank you very much.”

“Okay.” He agrees.

“My name is Mia. The angry one is my sister Lupe.” She says, stepping next to his desk.

“Nice to meet you, Mia and Lupe. I’m Tobias.”

Lupe hums.

“And your friend, Juanma was it? How close are you two?”

“Pretty close. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Same,” Mia says, then laughs. “Not me and Lupe but our Go! team. Most of us have known each other forever.”

Lupe sighed internally.

“Class.” The teacher calls.

“I can’t wait to meet them.”

Mia smiles.

“I hope you can forgive Juanma.”

Lupe grimaces.

“I would be able to forgive him if he had insulted anything besides my team.”

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“Juanma, you insulted them,” Tobias says.

“Better for them to be insulted at their school than laughed off the national stage.” Juanma comments without looking up from his plate.

Olivia starts laughing.

“Juanma that’s too much. They wouldn’t get laughed off. They just wouldn’t make it that far.”

“Well, I think they would be amazing. The lead girl has great stage presence.”

Olivia and Juanma look at Tobias.

“Okay I might not know much about dancing and singing but I liked it.”

“Oh, they’re exiting the food line. Quick, Tobias do you want the blond or brunette? Y’know got to make sure Juanma doesn’t fall for the wrong girl.” Olivia says with emphasis at the end.

Juanma looks at her disgusted.

“The blond,” Tobias answers with a dopey grin.

Olivia shakes her head at her brother.

“Girls, come sit with us.” She waves them over.

Mia looks at their friends then Lupe.

“If you want to go ahead,” Lupe says, apathetic.

“Lupe, Mia come sit with us.” She repeats.

Lupe is thankful her father hates eye-rolling or else she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“How does she know our names?” Lupe whispers to Sofi and Agus.

“Can we sit with them?” Mia asks.

“Fine. But you’re sitting next to Juanma. I want the “cute one”.”

Mia looks heartbroken.

“To sit by.” Lupe corrects herself.

“Are they going to sit or what?” Olivia mutters.

“Ciao,” Zoe says, smiling.

“Hi,” Mia says sitting between Juanma and Olivia.

“Hi.” Tobias returns, smiling.

Across works too, Lupe thinks.

“So you’re dancers?” Olivia asks.

“We are,” Mia answers, cheerfully.

“I used to dance. We won nationals when I was a sophomore.”

“But Pemberly doesn’t have a team.” Lupe blurts, confused.

“We transferred last year.” Tobias provides.

“Oh, I know! I’m going to have a get together this weekend. So we can all get to know each other.”

Juanma makes eye contact with Lupe. She narrows her eyes at him and looks away.

“Isn’t it a bit early to party?” Lupe asks.

“I don’t think it is,” Tobias says. “What about you, Mia? Feel like a party?”

“Always.”

And we’re lost, Lupe thinks.

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Lupe: Tobias is not so bad. Juanma is to be ignored. But does Go! Need something?

Juanma: Can the teachers announce their decision about Basketball yet?... Lupe has nice eyes.

Mia: I hope Lupe like Tobias.

Tobias: Mia

Zoe: They are all overreacting.

Simón: Everyone is so cute!

Olivia: Will Juanma dance with me?

Sofi: where are the cutest basketball players?

Agus: Whatever Sofi is thinking.

Martín: Go! Costumes are much more important than Pemberly gang.

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smolfangirl · 6 years

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Nothing else matters

So, the rumours surrounding Matteo’s accident last week got me thinking and the girls forced gently asked me to write this, and btw @queenzenere IF YOU READ THIS AT WORK DON’T BLAME ME I SWEAR TO WONDER WOMAN DON’T YOU DARE

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“Matteo, say something, please!”

Luna cowers over him, over his moveless body. She squeezes his hand. Shakes his shoulder. Calls his name. Cries. Begs him to answer. Calls his name again.

But whatever Luna tries, he doesn’t wake up.

The ambulance drives away without her. Loud sirens and blue lights announce to the world that someone is in desperate need of help, that someone needs saving, a little miracle.

That Matteo needs a little miracle.

As she watches the car getting smaller and smaller, time freezes. Speeds up for her. Freezes, speeds up. It’s a conflict she can’t solve because she is frozen, while everything around her moves on too quickly. Her parents stand next to her, their voices passing right through her and in their hug, Luna feels every single part of her heart shattering into pieces.

There’s pain.

There’s air in her lungs, cold and sharp and ripping her open from inside.

There are thoughts, too many of them, breaking and crushing and stomping on her heart.

There are pictures in her mind, playing over and over in a slideshow designed for misery, and she can’t breathe. She doesn’t want to.

Luna doesn’t want to breathe in a world where Matteo might not.

Words rain down on her. She hears none of them, can’t get a hold on them, on their meaning as this fear, this one terrible fear, takes over and leaves no space in her world for anything else.

The last thing she sees is her dad, is Matteo’s phone in his hand, is her own shaking hand reaching out and taking it.

Luna stares at it, feels her heart clenching in her chest.

Then, she runs.

She runs, her body takes control, she runs, and she doesn’t know what her mom yells after her or how she manages to not get hit by a car. She doesn’t know, she just runs.

Even the closest hospital is too far away. Out of breath before she made it halfway, she slows down with an anxious sickness in her stomach pit. She doesn’t want to be too late, she can’t be too late. She wants to run, because it’s the only way to get to him.

She can’t run anymore. Only walk, which gives Luna an awful lot of time to think, about nothing, about everything.

She thinks that she should give up on Matteo, should’ve done so ages ago. Sure, he awoke feelings she never experienced before, showed her new stars and entire galaxies in his smiles, in his kisses, in his love.

But too many times did he made her cry, too many times did he throw her into an ocean of despair and sadness and anger, too many times did he teach her the devastating pain of a broken heart.

She should give up on him. In the rapid beat of her heart and the hurried movements of her feet, though, she discovers a truth.

The truth.

She loves him.

Like he said, the heart always wins in the end. Luna loves him, and she knows it just like she knows she did her best to avoid that feeling, tried so hard. She tried to avoid Matteo himself, too. Convinced Simón not to interfere, no matter what he thought about Matteo’s behavior or reasons or anything else that might’ve changed her mind. Told herself she had changed her mind about him one too many times, told herself there was no way she’d forgive him.

She loves him, and she’d forgive him everything if only it meant he was alive and well.

Luna is running again. It feels like hours have passed, or two seconds, and the hospital is still so far away. Why is she moving so slow? She needs to be there, now, she needs to make sure he’s…

Her head plays the scene over in her head, makes her choke for air that is already running short in her exhausted lungs. How he won’t stop begging her to see this stupid video, how he speaks to her in this stupid soft voice reserved only for her that she wants to hate. How he climbs up, filled with this stupid confidence and desperation. How he falls and lands and – Luna pauses, certain she’s about to throw up on the street.

His head on the ground. Eyes closed. The paramedics taking care of him, quickly moving him into the ambulance. The same paramedics pressing his chest in a frantic rhythm as she catches one last glimpse at his pale, pale self before they drive away and leave her there, with her whole world turned upside down.

Her sight is blurred with tears when Luna reaches the emergency room. Her chest lights up in flames, her legs burn from the cramps. For a moment, she stands in front of the entry, out of breath, wet cheeks, head empty and confused.

After one glimpse into the halls stretching out in front of her, her knees begin to tremble. It’s such a big place – here, people are born and die, are saved and lost. It’s such a big place in which she feels too small, too lost while nothing she can think or feel gives her comfort.

Hesitation poisons her thoughts, slows her footsteps but not her tears. What if she’s already too late? What if she’s walking right into a monsoon of misery and pain and loss? What if she turns around now and pretends nothing happened? Will reality find her if she hides from it soon enough?

The pictures in her head come back.

Matteo comes back. Luna catches one look at him right before she reaches the counter, and it shatters whatever hope she still had. He lays on the same stretcher, still unconscious, still too pale. Too many people surround him, yelling words she fails to understand, pushing him into another room out of her sight.

Doctors and nurses rush into the same room seconds later. Or maybe she sees everything twice in her dizzy view.

Tears, again. Unsteady breaths. And this pain, this unbearable pain right where her heart is. Was.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

The lady behind the counter musters her, so cool and unemotional that Luna has to fight the urge to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, to demand to know what happened with Matteo and if he’s alive, if he’s hurt and if she could please, please, see him before she loses the one thing she was never ready to let go of.

“Matteo Balsa – Accident – I need to,” there’s no air in her, there’s no strength in her voice, nothing but gasps and broken pieces and fragments of the whirling storm in her mind. “Is he…”

“Miss, please, calm down. What can I do for you?”

In the end, the nurse tells her to calm down and sit down in the waiting room.

Luna trots away with what feels like two bricks on each of her shoulders. She can sit down, she can even pretend to wait patiently for news. But she can’t calm down, she can’t pretend it’s not tearing her apart, she can’t stop crying, she can’t calm down.

She never was one to cry easily, or to cry a lot. Sure, Luna tears up at times. She certainly did after their breakup, and after seeing this picture. Still, she rarely cries.

Now, it seems like she’s made of nothing but tears.

A woman next to her leans closer to ask if she needs a tissue. When Luna nods, she hands her a whole pack, mouths, “Keep it.”

Half the pack is empty after what feels like two sniffs.

Her phone buzzes in her purse. With shaking hands, she fishes it out. “Hello?”

“Luna! Where are you? Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Hey, dad. I’m in the hospital. I’m… they won’t let me see him, so I’m waiting.” She closes her eyes for a second, hushing away the demons who tell her it’s pointless anyway, she lost him and it’s her fault too. “I just hope he’s okay.”

“Don’t you want to come home? They might let you sit there for hours, and we want to have you here for dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Luna.”

The tears stain her voice. “I can’t leave him here, dad”, she weeps. It’s barely a whisper, but she needs them to understand how staying here is the only option, how she’d rather sit here for hours than to go home and eat dinner with her family like nothing happened, how nothing but Matteo matters to her now.

Perhaps it’s the crack in her voice that convinces him. Anyway, he makes her promise to at least text when there’s anything new, and to call if she changes her mind if she wants to be picked up.

Luna agrees, already knowing she’ll stay here as long as it takes.

Waiting is awful.

Her breaths have returned back to somewhat normal, her feet have stopped hurting, yet her mind races on, never stopping, never truly believing in the encouragements she whispers to herself.

The tears have slowed down as well, and time along with it. It drips out of her hands like water from a broken tap. She’s alone, the adrenaline leaves her body but the fear of having lost him stays, and waiting is awful.

Her phone buzzes.

Luna closes her eyes. Whoever it is, she’s not in the mood for talking. The only person she wants to talk to is currently in some room close but not close enough to her, and who knows if he’d hear her even if she sat right next to him, saying all the things she wants to get off her chest now.

Matteo, I know I said being with you always leaves me crying but I never thought not being with you would make me cry more, so please, wake up.

Wake up, and be okay, and tell me it’ll be Luna and fresa, always, because I don’t know what else I should look for in the sky.

Her phone buzzes again.

Wiping her eyes, Luna reaches for it in her pocket. Three missed calls, one text message, all from Simón. She wishes he was here, next to her, so he could pull her into a hug and she wouldn’t have to say a single word to make him understand what she feels. What she thinks, what she fears. But he’s not, and she doubts he’ll be here in time – she hopes, because it would mean she’d hear from Matteo soon – so, she opens the message.

Have you seen the video?

The video. In the hectic of the accident, she forgot about the reason altogether, but now it forces itself into her thoughts. With her pulse skyrocketing, she takes out Matteo’s phone. Surprisingly, it survived the fall, and it unlocks with the same pin he used all those months ago.

Luna presses play not sure if she’s ready to see this.

(She’s not.)

Stop, stop, what are you doing! Why did you kiss me?

You already know I don’t feel the same! I thought I made that clear.

Whatever happens, I will always love Luna. Luna is the only one for me! I liked her since the day I first saw her, and I will always love her!

Luna crumbles into herself.

Hides her face in her lap. Wraps her arms around herself as she crumbles into a ball, as tears shake her core, as she pants for air, for some relief, for a little less pain.

It takes all her strength to not weep loud enough to startle the whole building.

Matteo loves her. He didn’t kiss Emilia. He loves her, and she didn’t listen to him. She was wrong, he loves her, and she should have listened to him. Should have let him explain, should have been less stubborn. She should have trusted his feelings, should have had a little faith in him and in the actions in which his love shimmered through so clearly, over and over again.

She should have, but she didn’t. She was wrong and too stubborn and now it’s too late.

And although she swore earlier her heart broke, it’s doing quite a good job at hurting again and again and again.

Luna gets up, walks to the counter, unable to wait just another second. They send her back into the waiting room, not even giving her the tiniest hint at the state he’s in, not even granting her the tiniest anchor of hope.

It’s been two hours.

Two hours in which her phone ran out of battery. The magazines spread out on old tables remain her last distraction. If Luna wasn’t so busy keeping more tears (and depressive thoughts) away, she’d shake her head at the stupidity of those articles – who cares about some European royals she never heard of before? Who cares which old retired singer broke up with his wife, who cares about people with names so unfamiliar they might as well be made up?

Who cares when no one lets her see Matteo?

Luna tosses the magazine away. Sighs. Wipes her face in her shirt, since she long ran out of tissues. Her legs ache, they demand to be stretched, to be moved.

Slowly, she stands up. The nurse behind the counter throws her a glare, almost warning her, so Luna searches for the toilet instead.

The neon light makes her look like a zombie. Eyes swollen and red. Pale skin. Hair tousled, messy. Dry lips.

Hoping to at least feel a little bit better, she splashes cold water in her face. One look in the mirror confirms it at least helped to take the redness out of her eyes. Then, she shakes her head at herself. How can she worry about how she looks, about feeling better, when she still has no clue how Matteo is?

He’s alive, she knows that much. He simply has to be. He said he’ll always be by her side, he said he’ll always be there to save her. He always saved her in those one and a half years they know each other. He promised.

He has to be fine.

She prays he is fine.

“Miss Valente?”

Luna is about to sit down once again when the nurse calls for her. Her heart hammers loudly against her ribcage as she walks over, and she has to force herself to breathe calmly. Her hands clench around the edge of the desk when she reaches the nurse.

“Yes?”

“There’s someone who asked for you. If you’d follow me, please.”

“Sure.”

The nurse leads her away from the waiting room, into the seemingly endless halls. Excitement and fear battle inside her. Her sight turns blurry, shapes and lines around her soften, the edges shake. She struggles to recognize anything around her while little dots appear, but Luna keeps walking.

She forces herself to keep walking – if she fainted now, she wouldn’t see him and there’s not a chance she’ll let that happen, no way.

The nurse stops in front of her. The door to their left is opened and there, on a bed, Luna sees Matteo. Alive and breathing and smiling at her hesitantly and alive.

Like that, she’s crying again. Stopping is impossible, although her body should’ve long run out of tears. She’s crying, and she’s running towards him, throwing herself in his arms, and she only allows herself to breathe again when he wraps his arms around her.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles into her ear, his hand stroking her hair, “It’s just a little concussion, chica delivery.”

“Really? That’s all?” A sigh of relief slips out of her mouth, the weight on her shoulders and chest lifts, finally.

“Well…”

Promptly, she lifts herself up to meet his eyes. Matteo seems flustered, and on second glance, he’s still a bit pale. Oh no.

“I might have also bruised half my back and am not allow to skate for three weeks… but then nothing can stop me, I swear!”

Perhaps his shyness renders from the shock of the fall or because he’s not sure yet that she’ll stick around now that she knows he’s fine. Either way, it makes her melt for him even more until she can only think about how nice it is to not be mad at him anymore.

“Seems like you’re finally the best in everything, even in falling down,” she chuckles and lets her thumb run over his hand. Then, her tone turns more serious, and it must’ve shown in her expression because Matteo gulps nervously. “Don’t ever do that again, okay? I was so, so worried.”

He caresses her cheek, sits up, leans closer. “I won’t.”

A smile breaks free on her lips. Wide and beyond her control and so strong it almost hurts. “I love you,” she blurts out. She means it, without regrets.

“I love you too.” And it looks like Matteo does, too.

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #if anyone needs a tissue well I hope you find one #mari I swear if you yell at me for making you cry at work I will block your ass #love you :*

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from-red-string · 6 years

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Singles have a good time - Part 1

That’s Valentine’s day special fic, it’ll have three parts. And if you’re wondering why now, it’s Dia dos Namorados in Brazil which made more sense posting now for me than on February because it was Carnival aka the complete opposite of Valentine’s day.

Anyway, it’s about friendship. I don’t care if it’s lovers day, I wrote about Fab & Chic girls’ friendship, there are some ships but the girls are the main focus.

Now, I hope you like it 💛

People could always say Chicas Chic was just a youtube channel, a brand or that it was just Ámbar’s friends going all around Ámbar’s life. They've never wondered what came before it, how they ended up together, or that before the channel they were just girls who go to parties, study and work on essays, needing their friends for the bad times. As everyone, they’re not free from living through a love and hate relationship with Valentine’s Day. And this feared date made them make a promise: “We’ll be together on Valentine’s day if one of us isn't in a relationship. All of us are dating someone or no dates because none of us will stay alone at this date because we have each other.”

From that year on, they kept the deal, every year Valentine’s Day was their day, they watched a movie, choose outfits for awards parties, cooked cupcakes – well, a cook did the cupcake but they stayed in the kitchen telling her how it should look. Even during Matteo and Ámbar’s relationship, Matteo learned the date was the girls' thing, he wasn’t the first romantic at the time so he just accepted and planned it for another day. In this new year, Ámbar was dating Simón, Delfi and Pedro were growing to be a couple but Jazmín was alone and watching her friends happiness, she wasn’t the one who would ruin it so she started saying she was seeing this cute guy who the redhead met the last vacations in Milan. Ámbar was crazy happy for Jazmín and the fact that she would be able to be with Simón on Valentine’s Day. Delfi was more suspicious about Jazmín’s story – the boy named Anthonie that loves fashion designer, plays guitar in a band and is Justin Bieber’s relative. Although there was a part of her that wanted to believe it, wishing it was true and she would go out with Pedro, finally, he would ask her to be his girlfriend, it sounded too dreamy, her hesitance consumed her will to let it go. She wasn’t willing to let Jasmín hurt just so she and Ámbar could get their dates. They were sitting at the rink, waiting for the practice to start; everyone was just waiting for Luna and Matteo. Again! Simón came and sat beside Ámbar, took her hand, she could see by his frowned forehead that something was bothering him. “What are you and he doing for Valentine’s Day?” Delfi asked Jazmín looking at Jim and Yam dancing; Jazmín eyed the ceiling, searching in the back of her mind for a reply while Ámbar was trying to make Simón say anything but he only shook his head. “We’re skyping.” Jazmín guessed testing how it sounded, Delfi nodded so she kept going. However, Jazmín’s answer got Ámbar’s attention. “During a romantic dinner, I'm going to an italian…” “Wasn’t he coming for Valentines? He had to visit some uncle, something like that.” Ámbar questioned narrowing her eyes, Jazmín's eyes widened realizing she contradicted herself. “He had a problem with his mom and stayed in Milan.” Jazmín lied and it was time for Delfi to pressure her. “You said yesterday his parents are in Vienna.” “And are you two specialists about Anthonie now?” Jazmín murmured, annoyed and when she opened her mouth to say something, Juliana arrived with Luna and Matteo. “In pairs now,” Juliana ordered interrupting every chat at the rink. Both Ámbar and Delfi dropped their suspecting for a while, almost forgetting about this conversation. They pushed Anthonie to the back of their minds. And it could’ve worked. A week before Valentine’s day, they were at Jazmín's house planning the perfect looks for their dates when Claudia - Jazmín’s mom – came into her room. “Jaz, I gave Benta the day off on Valentine’s day,” Claudia warned handing Jazmín a lipstick. “Are you sure you will be okay alone? You know your father and I don’t need to go out? We can stay with you since the girls can’t.” She offered and only then noticing Ámbar and Delfi lying on the bed. “Oh, hi girls.” Both waved and then exchanged a look. “Jazmín has a date on Friday.” Delfi started frowning, Jazmín's face became completely desperate. "With Anthonie. She didn't tell you?" "Weren't you going to that Italian restaurant?" Ámbar asked Jasmín, tilting her head, while Jazmín was shaking her head. "Anthonie? Who?" Claudia replied curiously. "Tell me more. My own daughter doesn't tell me anything. Tragic." "Anthonie Villanueava. She met him in Milan." Ámbar said secretly envying how excited Claudia was about her daughter's life but the whole excitement vanished when Claudia heard his name. "You mean on a wedding!" Ámbar concluded trying to understand her reaction. "Jazmín Carvajal, are you having an affair with the husband of your cousin!?" Claudia inquired with her eyebrows raised. Ámbar and Delfi exchanged another look, this time to wonder what Claudia - who is always cool with everything – was talking about. "Jazmín, you better not even think about it." "Mom no, I'm not..." Jazmín tried to say. "You met Anthonie on a wedding, his wedding with Amelie," Ámbar, and Delfi watched quietly." Claudia bawled. "Did you..." "Nothing is happening," Jazmín confessed sighing but Claudia was still suspicious. Both Jazmín's friends couldn't believe what they heard and wished they got it wrong. "I'm not with him." Then she turned to the girls. "I'm not with anyone." Ámbar almost squealed in frustration, Delfi closed her eyes tired. "We'll talk later," Claudia said clueless of the situation her daughter was stuck in. "Well, I need to go. Girls, help yourselves, you know the house." "So there's no Anthonie?" Ámbar accused her once Claudia left the room. "Why did you lie?" Delfi confronted Jazmín, much calmer than Ámbar. Of course, Ámbar got mad, furious, she would rather know from the beginning that she couldn't spend Valentine's day with Simón, than believing a lie. While Delfi was sad that Jazmín didn't tell her truth, she wanted to understand her reasons to lie. They spent the last three Valentine's Day together, why would this one be a problem. Jazmín could see all the sorrow in their face but it wasn't bigger than the disappointment she felt in herself, she managed to hurt the ones she has been trying to protect and simply ruined their dates. Only another week of keeping the action and her friends would get their special day but she failed. "There is an Anthonie? He is just not my anything." Jazmín shrugged faking an innocent look. "Why?" Delfi repeated. "Why he's not mine? Well, he's currently married to my cousin and..." "No, Jazmín. Why did you lie to us? Making us believe it was okay, we could go on dates while you would be alone?" Ámbar raged not letting Jazmín keep fooling around. "It is okay!" Jazmín replied exasperate then sighed heavily. "You're in love and I'm not. We don't have to keep doing that because I'm alone." She sat on her bed. Ámbar and Delfi exchanged another look and sat beside Jazmín on the bed. "Jazmín, we promised when we were 13, it's not about you about being alone, it's about us having a good girls night and being together," Delfi said comforting Jazmín. "We'll be together again this time. Not a big deal." "What about Pedro and Simón?" Jazmín's question made Ámbar tremble, shutting her eyes. "They'll be fine," Delfi answered right away, shooting Ámbar a severe look. "Right, Ámbar?" "Yeah," Ámbar agreed reluctantly. She was still hesitant about accepting it, she was anxiously waiting for her date with Simón and now she needed to turn him down. "We'll be okay." She sighed.

#soy Luna #ambar smith #jazmín carvajal #delfi alzamendi #fab & chic #sou luna #i'm really nervous about that #💛b

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dandelion-girl · 6 years

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Our first Valentine - Simbar

A/N: Hi, everyone! So to celebrate Valentine's Day, I decided to write a one-shot about this amazing couple! ❤️ It is kind of big because I am not good with short stories xD! Plus I took so long to post because I worse than Ámbar while choosing a drink. But it only 7 pm here so it's perfect to celebrate the evening of this day of love. Hope you like it! Please tell me what you think! Anddd if you have ideas of your own, feel free to tell me! 😉

Ámbar's POV I take another look in the mirror and snort, still not satisfied with how I look. My next step is throwing myself on the bed (yes dramatically). I have tried at least 100 outfits but all of a sudden they seem to have shrinked, gotten baggy, out of fashion or simply make me look bad. Ughhhh, I have absolutely nothing to wear.

I hear a knock on the door and hopelessly shout "Come on in!" I hear the door be opened, then closed and a pair of feet walking in my direction, but my eyes never open. I feel the mattress giving up and check who is here. "Heyyy!" Luna greets me, a strange smile in her face. "Hey..." I whisper, rolling my eyes. "What's happening? Isn't Simón picking you up in a bit?" "Don't talk about it... I think I am going to cancel!" "Ámbar, you cannot cancel Valentine's Day!" She exclaims giggling. I roll my eyes again and sigh, sitting. "I can if the other option is going out naked..." Luna laughs and I shot her a death glare, making her press her lips together, trying to control herself. "I am sorry, Ámbar but that's super super unlikely! You have so many clothes! I am sure there is one you like!" "I do but then I don't and then I like another one and the next second I hate it..." Luna shakes her head and for the first time I notice she is all dressed up. "See! You look amazing! Why can't I look that way?" I whimper, and yes I know for a fact I am being a drama Queen. But I like being a Queen of something. "Ámbar, this isn't about the clothes it's something else. Tell me, what's happening! I am all ears! Or will try!" I sigh and give in. "It's just I am really nervous..." "Okay, I already noticed that... But why? Is something going on?" "Other than the fact that I am going out on a date with Simón to God knows where because he doesn't tell me anything, being our first ever Valentine's Day which means I cannot mess up or be stupid or anything like that because it will completely ruin the whole relationship, and the fact that I couldn't find a gift good enough for him, yup everything is amazing!" "Okay! I see what's happening! Ámbar, Simón loves you, like really, really love you. So honestly he will think you look beautiful no matter what you are wearing. Which means that part is up to you and you only. Don't stress so much, I know you will love what he has planned!" "Oh My! Luna, you know where we are going? You have to tell me like right now!" Luna laughs and shakes her head. "No, way, Ámbar! I promised him I would not tell you!" "Please, I am desperate... I need something to guide me!" Yes I beg, because that was just how much this was affecting me... "Okay. Okay! How about I help you chose your clothes?" "I am not sure that's a good idea... No offense!" We both giggle and she sighs. "I know our styles are very different! So, what about this: I am giving you a clue! You should not wear something fancy, but more like something comfortable!" "Comfortable? Okay... I guess I can work with that." I get up and face my closet again.

Ámbar just make up your mind for once...

I start looking around the closet and after digging on some of my drawers, I feel kind of satisfied with what I have. After putting on my choice I turn to the mirror. I went for a light blue shirt, because I know much he loves seeing me in this color. For the bottom, I chose a silver skater skirt, which actually is a pair of shorts, with a little bow in the front. I added bracelets, earrings and, of course, the necklace we gave me with a piece of amber. I turn to Luna who is now facing me, hands covering her mouth. "Ámbar! You look... Amazing!" "Are you sure? Maybe I should change the skirt..." I start but she shushes me. "Okay, okay. I look at my watch. Just on time then. I only have to finish my makeup." "Great! Speaking of which could you borrow me a lipstick? I wanted to wear a red one but I don't have!" "Sorry! I forgot you had come here with a reason! Of course I can! Follow me! Trying to impress Balsano, hum?" She giggles blushing and we go to my makeup table. I help her give the final touches to her makeup and then finish mine, trying to keep my first plan going, without changing my mind a 1000 times...

When we are both ready, we get up and look at each other. We both look beautiful. Even though she clearly is all dressed up because she knows she is going to an Italian restaurant (typical Matteo) but I only know I should wear "something comfortable". For as far as I am concerned, as long as I am feeling beautiful, I am comfortable, but I know that's not what Luna means. "Any other advice?" I ask, after we made sure we had everything settled for when the boys arrive. "Yes! Relax and enjoy, Ámbar!" I take a deep breath and nod. I am trying. It's just really hard to be calm when the love of your life prepared a surprise for you. I am really not a fan of surprises... Just then, the bell rings and we both get up excited. Thankfully my godmother is away for some business meetings so she can't boss me around about what I can and cannot do. Luna heads outside and I tell her I will be right behind her. I just have to grab my purse and Simón's present. When I get to the top of the stairs there are two things I notice. One: Lutteo is already on fire. And most importantly, two: Simón is waiting for me at the bottom, looking super cute and hot, more than usually because he is looking rather fancy. He has a pair of dark blue jean and button up light gray shirt. Oh he looks nice. I am starting to doubt my choice of outfit, but throw those thoughts to the bottom of my mind. Simón has a smile from hear to hear, his eyes sparkling. I smile back and when we are finally just a step of distance, he grabs my waist and lifts me up, pulling me down in front of him. He picks my hand and leaves a soft kiss there. Oh how I love when he does that. I thenwrap my arms around him and peak him the lips, rubbing our noses together. "You look amazingly beautiful, Miss Ámbar." He whispers in my hear. I smile and whisper back. "You don't look so bad yourself, Álvarez. We match!" I giggle back. He takes my arm and after saying goodbye to Lutteo, we head outside to his car. He opens the door for me and after making sure I have my seatbelt on he says "I need something. I will be back in a minute. Don't move!" I follow him with my eyes and see Amanda handing him something that looks like a bag, but I cannot be sure. He then puts it in the truck and in a few seconds is sitting by my side. I have to bite my tongue not to ask anything. "Where are we going?" I ask, curiosity filling me, when he turns on the engine. "It's a surprise. You will see!" I sigh and roll my eyes. What can I do?

On our ride, we there is no moment of silence ever. Simón is one of those people which always has something to say. He rambled about how the day in Jam and Roller was, and by the way he is talking I understand he is probably just as nervous as I am. I grab his hand and squeeze it, making him turn to me and give another of his glorious smiles, I feel myself blush. He takes our hands to his lips and again kisses my knuckles. Making me smile like a fool. Oh, how I a love him. "What about you, princess? How was you day?" "Oh, nothing special, it mostly consisted in me freaking out about this. Specially because you gave me soooo much information..." He chuckles, while taking a right turn, letting go of my hand. "You did nail the outfit!" He winks and again I smile stupidly.

Is is going to be like this all evening, Ámbar?

"I had a little help..." I confess shrugging. "Well you won't have to wait any less longer because we are a minute away. Because close your eyes." I do as he says and in a few seconds I feel his turning off the car. "Can I open now?" I ask. "No!" I roll my eyes mentally. One second Simón is on the drivers seat, the other he is opening the door for me. He helps out of the car, and for one moment I wonder if I should have chosen high heels. I mean they are comfortable enough... We will see... "I am carry you not, if you don't mind." He whispers in my ear. If I mind him carrying me? Not a chance. I nod and he picks me up, bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning my head in shoulder and notice his perfume is rather nice today. He always smells nice, like Simón, like home, but today he is all of that and more. Simón walks with me in his arms for no more than 1 minute and before he puts me down he says. "I am sorry but your shoes will have to go!" "What?!" He giggles. "When can I open my eyes? This is killing me!" "Now!" He answers and I cannot hold one second more. I open my eyes, still in his arms and gasp. We are standing on this cute little beach, so mini it could be a private one. In front of me is a super romantic scenario, one of those which you only see int the movies. There is a huge blanket on the floor, a basket decorated with a blue bow. Behind there is this enormous blue tent, decorated with fairy lights. A few pillows are thrown inside. I fell my feet reaching the floor, touching the soft and warm sand. I gasp and turn around, facing Simón. He is scratching the back of his head, meaning he is nervous about my reaction. I consider for a moment playing and pretending to hate everything but then I pity him. "You don't like it?" He asks, his facing reminding me of the disappointment and sadness it showed when I "rejected" his second kiss on our first date. I throw myself in his arms and kiss his, framing his jaw with my hands. He wraps his arms on my waist, pulling me up, since now that I don't have my shoes, we have quite a height difference. I let go of him and his eyes show that he isn't convinced with my reaction. "Simón? I loved it! Don't look like that! It's amazing!" I pick his hand and drag him with me to the blanket. I sit facing him and he smiles. "I know I could have taken you to a fancy restaurant. To something glamorous and the kind of thing you are used to, and I know you were expecting. But I decided I wouldn't do any of that. Every guy can take a girl out for dinner any where, but I wanted to do something special. Just for you. Just for us." I smile as well and nod, trying to control the tears in my eyes. He comes close and whispers. "Hold those tears, bonita. Don't get emotional just yet." "Now I am going to show what I have prepared for us! So, I have four options of everything from the starters to dessert." "Simón!" I pout, rolling my eyes and smiling at the same time. "Anything for my indecisive girlfriend!" He winks, kissing my cheek. He starts taking things from the basket and he wasn't kidding when he said he had four of everything. We start eating remembering all the good moments we have shared and he keeps making fun of how indecisive I am. "Ámbar, I am telling I counted. You changed your drink 7 times and then Nico, Pedro and I were discussing which one you wanted because you had said something different to each one of us." He laughs and I playfully hit him on the chest. "Maybe I changed my mind a bit but it's not my fault you guys didn't pay me attention!" "Not fair! I always pay the most attention to you! That's why instead of asking you, I just prepare a bunch of choices so that you can really choose which one you want." He says, squeezing my nose and I blush. "And that is one of the reasons why I love you so much!" I admit, giving him a tight hug. "I love you too, bonita! Now, I have a surprise for you!" "Another one? Please don't tell me you want to go to the water!" He chuckles and gets up. "No, no. I just need to get something." I follow with my eyes as he slides inside the tent and comes out with his guitar in his hand. He sits next to me, our legs pointing to the waves, our shoulders touching and he kisses my hair. "Sing with me, bonita?" He asks whispering in my ear. I turn my head to him, locking our eyes. "Always." I give him a quick kiss and then lean my head in his shoulder. "So what are we singing?" He winks and starts playing the guitar. I hear the first moments of the slow version of "Cómo me ves" and smile. He smiles, encouraging me and I start singing, being followed by him.

Lo que quiera puedo ser ¿Cómo me ves? Cuando piensas que me iré Todo al revés

Un espejo, una señal ¿Que pasará? Me preguntas que será Lo verás

Lo que todos quieren ser ¿Cómo me ves? Lo que siempre quieren ver No fallaré

Un espejo, una señal ¿Que pasará? Me preguntas que será

Nada cambiará Esto es lo que soy Mirarte a los ojos sin perdón Mi fuerza, mi destino, es mi canción

Voy a salir de tu espejo Tu voz que a lo lejos me encontró Palabras que envuelven mi corazón ¿Cómo me ves?, soy tu reflejo

Siempre estará en mi tu amor Quiero decirte Cómo me ves, yo soy

Voy a salir de tu espejo Tu voz que a lo lejos me encontró Palabras que envuelven mi corazón ¿Cómo me ves?, soy tu reflejo

Siempre estará en mi tu amor Quiero decirte Cómo me ves, yo soy

When we finish the song, Simón puts the guitar down and picks me up, sitting me in his lap facing him. I embrace his neck and pull him for a kiss. "I love singing with you." He says when I let go of him, still on his lap. "I know. Everyone loves singing with me." I mock, playing with my hair. "But it's with me you sing..." He teases, placing his forehead in mine. "I do have a favorite singer. And to make matter worse he can play the guitar, skate, dance and prepare amazing dates." "Oh My... He sounds terrible! You should dumb him and stay with me..." "Hummm... No! I can't live without my Simón!" "I cannot live without my Ámbar as well. You know she has the most beautiful eyes in the whole world? Not to mention she is perfect in everything she does even if it's simple being indecisive!" I hit him again. "You were going so well..." "Sorry, sorry! Soooo do you want your other surprise now?" "No! First I give you my surprise!" I open my bag and take out a blue box. Yes blue it's Simón's favourite color. "Open!" I command, a bit bossy because I am super excited to see what he thinks about his present. He picks the box and starts unwrapping it slowly. "Simón! Open it for once!" He takes his hands up in defense and do as I said. When he finally sees what's inside the box, he picks his present and turns it in the air, examining it with a serious look. I am biting my lips, waiting for him to say something, anything. He frowns, and then gives me his golden boy smile. I let out the air I was holding. "Is this what I think it is?" He asks, his eyes never leaving his present. "Do you like it?" "If I like it? Ámbar, I love this so much! Thank you!" He pulls me closer and I hug him from behind. We both look at the silver chain with two blue guitar picks. Each one has the inicial S. and A. in the front. But it's the back that it's the most important part. One of them has written "#Simbar" because that's what they call us on the Internet and the other one has a picture of us, we took on my birthday a month ago. "S and A? Simón and Ámbar?" He asks, turning to look at me. I chuckle. "Actually it was Simón Álvarez. But I guess it can be that too." "I like Simón and Ámbar better!" He admit winking, making me blush. Simón puts the chain on and I nod, happy with what I chose. "I will never take this off!" He promises, wrapping his hand around the guitar picks and bringing them close to his heart. "I hope you do. Because I want to hear you play and sing again." "You know what I mean. Now, it's time for my gift!" He takes a pink box from the tent and I start wondering what else he has hidden in there. "Here. I hope you like it!" Curious, I unwrap the pink shinny paper only to reveal a silver box. I hope it, wishing that it isn't something rose gold and smile. "Simón!" I gasp turning to him. Inside there is a silver bracelet with a single charm, a pink heart. "This has a meaning! The bracelet is our story, so every meaningful moment we spend together, you will be adding new charms to your bracelet. That one is for our first Valentine's day!" "Simón..." I whisper, tears in my eyes and I cannot control myself so I start crying. "You are so good! What have I done to deserve you?" "What have I done to deserve you?" I giggle in the middle of my happy tears and hug him. He kisses my neck and I inhale his smell once again, feeling calmer. His kisses turn to my jaw, my cheeks, cleaning my tears and then finally to my lips. We share a sweet kiss which shows our love for each other. When we separate from one another, Simón picks the bracelet and puts it in my left wrist, placing a kiss there. "I cannot wait for more charms, because that means the future has so much planned for us." "It sure does and right now what the future has planned is for a first for you!" He tells me and I raise my eyebrows, not really sure what he meant. "Hum... Simón, I am not... We are not..." "Okay... Oh, I am sorry. This sounded really bad. That's not what I meant. I don't want that. I mean I want but not now and I was not going to force you. I would never force you. You know that. Right? Right?" He starts rambling, making me chuckle. "Simón, calm down! I know you and I know you would never do that. So what did you mean?" "You know when the guys and I were homeless and you said you had never camped and it didn't sound interesting?" "Yeah..." "Well, I am going to prove you are wrong. You, Miss Ámbar Smith are going to 'camp' with me tonight. Only we are not on the woods, we are on a beach because here there are no bugs, the humidity is way better andddd it's much more romantic?" "What? How?" "Well, Amanda prepared that bag over there for you so you have PJ's and a change of clothes for tomorrow!" "Simón... I can't believe you right now!" "You are staying with me, right?" "Of course, I am silly!" I kiss him and sit in front of him, my back against his and his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulders, kissing me on the neck. We stay like this for a while, not saying anything just enjoying each other's company, admiring the starts. Later that night, after attacking desert and having changed clothes with Simón on the other side of the beach, while I am lying with my head in his chest, and he is playing his the locks of my hair, I smile at how perfect everything turned up. "Thank you so much for everything, baby. I loved it all. Good night. I love you!" "I love you too, bonita. Sweet dreams." I tighten my arms around his dorso and plant a kiss on his shirtless chest, enjoying the warm and comfort of being in his arms. How I love this man... ❤️

A/N: So here it was! Hope you liked it! Let me know!!!

#soy luna #soyluna #Simón Alvarez #ambar smith #valentina zenere #michael ronda #simbar #simbar fanfiction #soy luna fanfiction

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sky-girls · 6 years

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lutteo prompt: The skin is a map to your soulmate. Whatever you do to your skin appears into your soulmates skin. (Matteo discovers Luna is his soulmate and he is unsure if he should tell her or not.)

This is a mess and I apologize in advance for it. That being said I hope you still like it.

Matteo pouts, there’s another one, another drawing appearing on his arms, he doesn’t like those drawing, and he doesn’t like the flowers and the hearts, he doesn’t like how they appear randomly in places he doesn’t want ugly messy drawings and he doesn’t like this girl, ‘cause of course it’s a girl they are using pink, he hates pink. He hates soulmates, he hates not having control of things, he hates that there’s some random person out there that can write into his skin. And they can’t even write, they try, messy hi’s have appeared on his hand many times, but he always needs to time to figure out what it says. He never answers, why would he, he doesn’t like them, he never will.

He’s looking at her, he can’t not look at her, her presence pulls him,she’s magnetic hypnotizing, he didn’t know it was possible to like someone so much, he didn’t know it was possible for him to like someone like this but Luna just turned his world upside down completely, every aspect of it. And he has zero problems with it, he gets Luna Valente on his life what else can he ask for.

He looks down at the ink splashes on his hands, these dots and stains that are not his fault but live permanently in his hands, his soulmate hasn’t tried to talk to him in a very long time and he’s grateful he doesn’t want Luna to think anything of it. Even if she probably doesn’t care much it could be dangerous, it could get ridiculous ideas on her head, he only needs her to know how much he cares about her nothing more. And he hasn’t even gotten to this yet.

She looks up and their eyes meet, just like every time a pleasant, warm feeling spreads over his chest as the corners of his lips lift up without him being able to control it, he doesn’t care though, he gives her his best grin and she smiles back, bright and beautiful, making his heart speed up in ways that make him happy and scared at the same time. Matteo winks at Luna and she looks down with a blush and a soft smile he always feels proud bringing to light. Even when Simón comes and sits in front of her the blush stays and when he’s trying to focus on his homework he catches her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. A new mark appears on the palm of his hand, uneven and messy like everything else, he ignores it. Not long ago every new line, every new word, every new doodle would make something crawl under his skin, make a heavy feeling settle on his limbs and on his chest making it hard to breath, hard to think, now he couldn’t care less, he doesn’t care about his soulmate anymore, about what he’s supposed to do or be with her. He has Luna, he wants Luna, this is his choice, his decision and the stupid universe can’t do anything about it.

Sometimes random things show up in more than just his arms and hands, sometimes he wakes to find himself with stains on his thighs, on his lips, on his cheeks. Sometime he wakes up to reminders too, small things, she writes about her homework, to not forget work, or to tidy up her room, she writes once about her father’s birthday and how she needs to get a gift for her best friend. Until just few months he used to wake up with small little messages,telling him to have a great day, a great christmas, to enjoy the sun if there was any and every time he would roll his eyes as Ámbar scrunched up her nose and Gastón insisted that it was sweet. He never answered of course he never answered, his skin kept as a blank canvas, nothing ever tainting it.

These things are gone now, he is almost happy about that.

Almost because for all he can gather she is actually a sweet girl, kind and open and always willing to try to talk with him. It’s almost sad that such a nice person ended up with him as a soulmate, someone who will hate her just for the principle of it. It’s nothing against her, really. He just hates soulmates, all his life has been planned out and thought of extensively by people that are not him, he doesn’t need the universe adding to this shit.

He hopes that this sudden silence means she gave up. Or maybe that she found someone else, someone that makes her heart race, makes her smile without being able to help her, someone that makes her feel at peace, that makes her feel like everything is okay. Just like he found Luna. He hopes both of them get to make their decisions, choose who they want to be with, fight for it. He hopes they get to be happy, because a part of him still wants her to be happy.

Today two notes appear again. On the palm of his left hand.

“Ask Nina for the hw”

“Clean my skates”

He makes a mental not of them, like he usually does with these things, not really paying attention but not caring that much either. It’s interesting that this girl has a friend named Nina, surely a coincidence, it still stays on the back of his mind, nagging at him for some reason.

It’s not actually important though and his phone buzzes, showing Luna’s nickname on the screen, she is asking about physics, then another texts comes asking if he will go to the roller tomorrow, then another one asking if he can help her then, then another one saying that could skate afterwards. His grin grows bigger each time a notification lights up his screen, he waits a few seconds to see if she is done and when she doesn’t text anymore he says that he would be happy to do all of this. She sends a thanks and lots of hearts, she is left smiling like a fool at his phone for almost 10 minutes. He doesn’t even try to stop himself.

When he sees it he almost drops her.

They are skating, trying new tricks and as always he is enjoying it, enjoying having her close, having her small, warm body pressed against his, enjoying her laughter, such a sweet, carefree sound. He is enjoying getting to spend time with her at her happiest and then he sees the formula written in the inside of his wrist.

He doesn’t fall, no, because he is the king of the rink and such things could never happen to him, he stumbles, and his arms go tighter arounds Luna’s body, pulling her closer by her waist to stop her from hitting the floor because of him. She giggles a soft, breathless sound and her eyes search for his, he must looked rattled because she frowns in worry.

“Hey, are you okay?” She asks softly but he can’t answer, Luna’s messy handwritten on his skin is still burned in his eyes, he can’t forget it, he can’t focus on anything else. “Or is the king of the rink so not used to failing that his brain broke the one time he did?”

Her attempted at joking brings him back, some sort of auto pilot takes over his body, one that it’s only goal is to not worry Luna to take that frown away from her face.

“Of course not, delivery girl.”He feels his lips form a smirk. “I just had one small moment of surprise and I can’t say that I care much about the outcome.”

She looks at him confused and when he raises an eyebrow she finally realises how close they are, she blushes softly, prettily, before she starts stuttering and pulls away from him. He laughs, the sound its hollow to him like he is is far far away, like he is not really hearing his laugh, like someone is inside his body, acting like him but it’s not him at all.

Matteo has only one thought on his mind. Only one thing is clear between the mess that everything has become in the last 5 seconds or less.

Luna Valente could be his soulmate, Luna Valente is probably his soulmate.

How the fuck is he supposed to deal with this?

She skates away calling him and he goes after her, there’s no situation in this whole universe where he wouldn’t go after her.

It feels different now, heavy, it feels like he is doing exactly what he didn’t want for the last 17 years of his life and it weighs on his body.

But damn this is Luna, there’s no way he wouldn’t want Luna. He is head over heels for her, he fell hard and fast and doesn’t even care anymore, so he goes after her and pretends he is not having an internal break down, tries to figure out how to work this out.

He doesn’t look at her wrist, he doesn’t look at his either.

The first thing he decides to do after his mind clears up a little, once he is at home, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, is that he should make sure. Maybe he is panicking over nothing, maybe this is just a very weird, very specific coincidence.

Maybe Luna is not his soulmate, maybe she is his decision entirely and completely. Maybe there’s no reason that he cares so much about her besides the fact that she is Luna.

He needs to make sure.

The thing is that he has never actually seen Luna’s handwriting, he has seen plenty of her numbers, plenty of her doodles, but for some weird reason, he has never seen her write anything that’s not her name. He has helped her with math, physics, walked her through countless exercises but he has never sat next to her and see her write.

He has never actually seen her notes either, just small colorful flashes of messy text and margin annotations and way too many highlighters. So now when he wonder is Luna makes the g longer than usual, or if he curls the s the same way his soulmate does he has no point of comparison. He tries to work with what he remembers, how her six and her zero often confuse with each other because he always writes them to quickly, with the way her hearts are always misshaped and uneven or with the way her tiny little flowers always look more like blobs made of weirdly shaped circles than actual flower.

And his heart stops every time he realises he had seen all of those thing son his skin before yet he never realised. He can’t believe he never realised.

Still he needs to make sure, this is not really conclusive, maybe he is just seeing what he wants to see, because he would be lying if he said that a part of him is not jumping with excitement to the idea of Luna being made just for him, of him made just for her. Maybe his brain is avoiding to see anything he doesn’t want to see because he would be lying if he said that a part of him is not terrified at the idea of Luna being his soulmate, of Luna being the person the universe has picked for him.

He needs more evidence, something that he can use to reach an unbiased, objective conclusion if that’s possible. He finds excuses to look at her notebooks pretty quick, offering her help with history, biology. Ane every time he feels like he is lying to her. Like he should just go ahead and ask her to show him, to ask her to please write something on her skin and see if it appears in hers, but he doesn’t dare, the words get caught on his throat so he is left staring at the way she writes, tries to compare it to the many times random messages have appeared on his skin, every time, he is more sure. Luna is his soulmate.

He just needs one more thing to be sure and that might be very difficult.

In a word where whatever you out on your skin appears somewhere else, in someone else, people don't tend to let others write on their skins,it looks bad, letting someone who is not your soulmate mark you in any way, especially when the person you are meant to be with will know it.

No one goes around doodling or writing on someone else’s skin, even if you are in a relationship, even if you and your soulmate are platonic,there’s this quiet agreement in all parts of the world: Your skin is for you and your soulmate only.

But he needs Luna to let him write something on her skin, he needs her to give him permission and he needs to see if his own handwriting appears on his skin. This is the only way to be completely sure.

He doesn’t really know how to do it wastes days on figuring out the perfect pan, days on looking for the perfect chance, he could just go ahead and doodle something on her skin quickly when she is distracted but this feels oddly intimate and he doesn’t dare.

Opportunity comes when they are studying one day, sitting across each other in table at the Jam&Roller, she is trying to learn a formula but doesn’t seem to manage so he takes her left hand softly, carefully hiding the place it should appear on his own skin.

“Can I?” He asks softly, moving the pen on his right hand so she can know what he means. She looks at him confused for a few seconds before blushing softly.

He almost feels like he is doing something forbidden, especially since Luna doesn’t know what he knows but after a few seconds she nods and he carefully writes the technique he used to learn this on inside of her palm, quickly he takes his hand away, hiding it and Luna doesn’t seem to notice too caught staring at his handwriting on his skin.

For the fraction of a second he stupidly worries she might recognize it but of course that’s impossible, in the last seventeen years he has made sure that it would never happen.

He clears his throat and they go back to studying.

Matteo steals a glance at his own hand, he can see the dark, black lines out of the corner of his eyes, he pretends like he doesn’t for his own sanity.

He doesn’t know what to do. Luna is his soulmate. The girl he is completely and utterly in love with is his soulmate, the same girl he has hated since he has memory.

He doesn’t really know what to make of that, how to make her the same person in his mind, how to untangle these feelings inside of him.

He always hated the universe for assigning him someone he is supposed to spend the rest of his life with but all that it took was for this person to appear on his life and he couldn’t stop thinking about her for a second.

Maybe he has been wrong all of his life about this. Maybe it’s not something that terrible. Maybe if he gets Luna he can live with this.

But does he get Luna? What will she think of this once she knows? Will she ever know? Will he ever have the guts to tell her? Will he ever be able to explain that the fact that they met so many months ago in cancun wasn’t a coincidence? That all of this was meant to happen?

Will she believe it? Will she want it?

What if he is not who she expected?

What if she only wants him as a friend? He thinks he could live with this, as long as he keeps her close, could live through the constant pain of seeing her happy with someone else in a near future as long as she keeps smiling at him in this special way.

Even if he is a selfish person by nature he could be good for her, he could be better for her.

If he ever actually tells her.

Truth be told Matteo is scared, he is so scared of everything that might happen now, everything that will happen if he tells her. He hates being scared, he hates being uncertain.

He is supposed to be confident, sure of himself, has spent all of his life learning how to do this.

He need to tell her, he knows he needs to tell her.

He will tell her.

Making the resolution to do something and actually doing it are very different things. He finds himself trying many times, calling her name completely willing to tell him everything but every time her green eyes meet his he loses all courage he had and the words catch in his throat making it impossible for him to say anything, every time his brain hurries to come up with a excuse and he tells himself that it’s not the right moment just yet, he is starting to wonder if it will ever be.

He knows himself, he knows he will come up with excuse after excuse or come up with a way that Luna can find out without him telling her. He doesn’t want this. He wants to do things properly. He wants to tell her himself, he wants to hope this is the start of something new for them, the start of a shift of their relationship. He wants to start this new part of their lives properly and lies and deceit is not the way to do it.

He should tell her.

He doesn’t want to tell her, really. But he wants her in his life.

He needs to tell her.

He needs to be brave enough, for her, for them, if there will ever be a them he needs to be brave enough.

And Matteo feels like today is the day it will finally happen.

He is set on doing it, he is completely done with making excuses, with running away from this. Whatever happens happens, he has no control over her emotion, no control over how she will react and he likes it this way, he likes that he can’t never quite completely figure her out yet understands her completely in some way, he likes that she makes her choices with her heart not with her brain. He loves her. He will tell her that she is is his soulmate. That he is her soulmate and just hope for the best.

He catches her in school, purposefully bumping against her, making it look like an accident like he always does. When he is about to fall he stabilizes, keeps her close as he asks her if she can meet him in the park close to the blake after school, Luna seems confused by the request but accepts. He is a fucking mess the rest of the school day.

When the bells rings he flees out of the classroom not really wanting to risk running into Luna before the arranged time, he spent all morning rehearsing his speech but he already feels the word fading, leaving place for the anxiety to fill his brain.

He is about to take his phone and text Luna that it’s not important any more when she appears. She is walking slowly with a lazy half smile on her face that grows as soon as she sees him.

“Hi, chico fresa.” She exclaims happily. “How are you?”

“I’m your soulmate.” He just...He just spews it, he has no idea how it happens or why it happens but his mouth worked without any input of his brain to say the words. She frowns confused and takes a step away.

This is not the carefully planned, written and rewritten speech he had meant to say.He fucked up.

She is not saying anything, just looking at him in shock and confusion so he does the best next thing, he takes his back and quickly looks for a pencil on it before throwing it to the floor. He quickly writes his name on the back of his hand, messy and hurried, Luna is still looking at him confused so he points at her hand. She lifts it slowly, too slowly, or maybe nothing could ever be fast enough for him in this moment.

She gasps when she sees it and then silence falls over them. He doesn’t dare to speak, she is still staring at her hand, her eyes fixed on his name, the name that suddenly appeared just after he wrote it on himself.

Birds and wind and laughter fills the silence, Matteo is growing tired of it but he doesn’t really know what to say.

Luna seems frozen in confusion, maybe in horror, maybe he is not what she expected, maybe it was a mistake to tell her.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have told you.”Again the words bubble out of his lips without him being able to control them. “I’m going now, I’m sorry.”

“No!” She stops him loud enough that some people turn to look at them but he doesn’t care, he stays in his place not really looking at her. He doesn’t remember when was the last time he didn’t dare to look at someone in the eyes and now this tiny girl has him turned into a ball of nerves and he can’t handle it at all. “I..”

Her words fade and he takes a deep breath looking at her face.

“I’m happy you told me.” She says slowly, almost like she is thinking every word, assessing every possible reaction for it. It’s a weird, worrying thing coming from Luna. “I just need to process it.”

“Okay.” He nods, there’s nothing else he can say, nothing else he can think of saying and right as he is about to say he will leave again, she speaks again.

“I mean this is such a big thing and you just went ahead and said” She starts in this rambly tone of her and he immediately feels like he can breath easier. “Not that you shouldn’t have told me or anything but right now I’m very confused and have many questions but I don’t really know how to make them or if I should and honestly I’m just very confused, I know I already said that but it’s true, I didn’t expect it and it’s not like it’s a bad thing, I’m actually very happy, this is is just a little bit overwhelming and-”

“Hey.” He says softly, resting his hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, take a deep breath, there’s no hurry here, you can take all the time you want to process or whatever.”

“Are you sure?” She asks blinking slowly, for some reason now he is completely calm. He finally said it and she is understandably rattled by it but she said she is happy. She said she is very happy about him being her soulmate. She can take all the time she needs to think about this as long as this feeling remains.

“Don’t worry.” He says. “Take all the time you need, I will be here waiting for you.”

She bites her lower lip looking like she wants to say something but she just looks down as a soft blush fills her cheeks.

He lets himself kiss her forehead and she doesn’t stop him.

“I think I should be going.” He tells her and she nods but she tangles their free hands together keeping him there.

“One thing first.” Luna says.

And just like that she kisses him, she kisses him slow and sweet and deep, she kisses him making every inch of his skin feel like it’s electrified, like he could combust in any second. His brain can’t comprehend the intensity of this feeling, so he pulls her closer, it doesn’t help at all but now there’s no part of his brain trying to understand it. He can only focus on Luna, all he cares about are his lips moving against his, her small hand playing with the hair of his nape.

She pulls away and he immediately feels like he has lost all of oxygen but he stops himself from following her lips.

“I still…”She clears her throat, her lips are a little swollen and her cheeks are red, she looks beautiful. “I still need to process this but I’ve always lowkey wanted to do this.”

He nods there’s nothing else he can do, once she turns around he calls her name.

“See you tomorrow?” He asks and she smiles softly at him, in this way that always makes him feel like he could melt in any second.

“Of course.” She nods, eyes impossibly sweet.

“I can’t wait.” He says and she giggles turning around with a wave.

Matteo watches her leave, walk away from him but even then he has this feeling that everything will turn out well for them in the end. Perfect even.

#soy luna #lutteo #luna valente #matteo balsano #mine #my writing #this is such a mess really I am very sorry about that #but I think it's still mostly decent #Anon

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mylutteoheart · 3 years

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Hay un misterio en mis ojos que quieres descubrir

I finally wrote another simbar fic. It’s been a while since I’ve actually written about them and I still feel insecure about writing them but I wanted to. I thought it’s be nice to post a fic for my birthday, so here it is. It’s also officially my 100th fic. I can’t believe I wrote this much but anyway, enjoy. I hope you like it.

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It was just a normal day at Jam & Roller. Simón and Luna were skating on the rink and made up steps as they went. They were laughing and having fun. It's been a long time since they had so much free time. They had to take advantage of this moment.

Simón was happy to spend this time with his best friend. She's been spending a lot of time with her boyfriend Matteo. He has been busy with the Roller Band as well. But even though he was having a good time, he couldn't help but be distracted by his current dilemma.

He found it hard to talk about considering most people did not understand how he could feel like this. But he couldn't help himself. He saw a light inside of her. He knows she's good inside but he just doesn't know how to convince other people of this. He doesn't even think she believes that there's good inside of her.

He wants to get closer to her but he has no idea how he could possibly approach her. She doesn't let anyone easily but he wants to be the one to get to know her through and through.

As he was contemplating all his options, he didn't realize Matteo called his girlfriend and she answered him. He also didn't notice Ámbar entering the rink, the one girl who caused this dilemma inside of him.

Her shoulders were slumped and she seemed sad somehow. An emotion he barely sees on her. But he hated to see her like this and he believed this was the right moment to approach her. He was hoping he could make her feel better. So he skated to her on the rink.

"Hey, Ámbar." he started slowly.

She seemed a little surprised to hear him but she recovered quickly and made sure no emotion was shown on her face: "Hey, Simón."

"How are you doing?" he was hoping she'd tell the truth but he knew it was futile.

"I'm fine and you?" she answered with a forced smile.

"I'm fine but it didn't look like you were fine a few minutes ago." he looked at her concerned. He never had wanted to see her smile as much as he wants to now.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she shrugged it off, still trying to keep it all inside. But he knew she needed to let it all out and she needed an ear that's willing to listen. He knew he could be that for her.

Simón carefully placed a hand on Ámbar's arm and lead her to the edge of the rink. She silently followed, not feeling like putting up a fight.

"I know something's bothering you. You know you can trust me. I want to help you." Simón stated. He resisted the urge to put his arms around her for comfort because he knew she needed to let it off her chest.

"Fine, it's my godmother." Ámbar sighed, it was hard for her to open up but she knew she could talk to Simón about almost everything. He's always been there for her, even when no one else was. The thought of that made something inside her chest flutter. She always felt these unexplainable emotions whenever he was around.

He nodded, letting her know he was listening and that's when it all came out of her mouth: "I tried to contact her so many times but she refuses to answer. I'm worried about her but I'm also sad that she won't even talk to me. If I'm being honest, it makes me feel so alone, knowing Sharon isn't here if I want to share something exciting or sad. I often feel like I can't talk to anyone about the things I want to talk about." she let out a shaky breath. "I know it sounds weird coming from me but I feel like no one really understands me and it's a lonely thought to have.

Simón couldn't hold it in anymore and put his arms around her. He held her tight and after a while she hugged him back and he felt her letting out the tears she has been holding back. They stood there for a while, not noticing all the weird looks they got from the other skaters on the rink.

After the tears subsided, she let go of him and wiped the dried up tears from her cheeks. She was a little embarrassed to have done this in front of everyone but she couldn't help it. She felt so safe and secure with him.

"You're not alone, Ámbar. I know it might feel like that sometimes but you're not alone. If you ever do feel like that again. You just have to look for me or call me and I'll let you know I'm here for you because I am." Simón gave her a small smile, a little embarrassed to admit this.

"How? You barely know me." she said, trying to find a reason as to why he would do something like this.

"I know you, bonita. You might not believe me but I do, I've only had a few conversations with you but I know that even though you put up a good front, you're scared. Scared of what everyone thinks. You want everything to be perfect and if it's not, you find a way to make it perfect. You might come off as strong minded, which you are, but you have a big heart that just wants someone to be there for her as much as you'd be there for them if they let you." Simón said seriously.

Ámbar was speechless when she heard all of this. So much was going through her head. She had no idea what to say to this, all she could think about was the feelings that were going through her, happiness to know someone is out there for her, someone who understands her, relief to know she could lean on someone. Confusion because she never felt like this before, the butterflies in her stomach, the feeling of something tightening in her chest. The constant desire to spend time with this incredibly sweet and selfless guy. It was overwhelming but apparently, he wasn't done.

Simón scratched the back of his neck and he suddenly got nervous. He had no idea if it was the right moment but he couldn't keep it in any longer. He had to tell her how he felt about her.

"There's something about you, bonita, that I can't explain. Something that pulls me in and something inside of me that keeps wanting more. To get to know you better, to spend more time with you. All I really know is that there's a mystery in your eyes that I want to discover and can't look away from." He took a step closer and took a deep breath, getting ready to say the thing he was most nervous about, "I... I think I'm fallling in love with you, Ámbar."

He leaned in slowly and that's when it all clicked with Ámbar, all the feelings, all the desires. So before she knew it, she was leaning in too and their lips touched. They kissed slowly at first but the kiss grew more passionate with time. They didn't stop until they both pulled away for much needed air. Now she knew that whatever's happening between them, she wasn't opposed to it and wanted to see what will happen next. She liked the way he saw her.

Then, she said the words no one would expect to hear: "I think I'm falling in love with you too." she whispered but he heard it clearly and he was euforious.

This day couldn't have gotten better and they both were excited to see where this was going.

#soy luna #simbar #my soy luna fic #simon alvarez #ambar smith #SL fanfiction

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ac-ars · 6 years

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Come on, bite him

as you all may know, i am a ridiculous person and it made me write this

i hope you enjoy it as much as i did

also, proofread? i dont know her

“Could you please explain me why I agreed on this?” Luna pouts a little, fixing the cape he gave her and wondering how ridiculous she has to look right now.

“We need to get my lame best friend out of the house for the party, of course. Have you even listened to me, little Luna?” Now it’s time for Gastón to pout at her. He sighs deeply and opens the door of the car to leave. “You promised me you would help and now you are being like this? Why are you being like this? Do you hate me?”

Luna growls slightly and he smiles. “Perfect. I knew you would be perfect for this role. Now take your pretty butt out of the car and follow me, because we can’t be late.”

She rolls her eyes, but takes the hand Perida offered a second ago. “I hope you won’t leave any green on me. Gastón, I don’t want to be Hulk just like you.”

He closes the door violently and stomps one of his feel. “I am not Hulk. I told you. I am playing…”

“Yeah, yeah,” she interrupts him, “you are playing Frankenstein. I have heard it already like a million times.”

“Apparently not enough.” He pouts more. The fake wrinkle on his forehead gets even deeper. On his green forehead it looks hilarious. “How did I tell you to call me?”

“Ugh, this is ridiculous. Why can’t you just get there and tell him to get dressed, Gastón-” he clears his throat with raised eyebrows. “-stein.” Luna adds, slapping her forehead.

When he called her two days ago, saying that Matteo didn’t want to go to the halloween costume party Luna wasn’t sure why it’s so important to go there. Besides, she had already asked him before and he had always told her that he would be studying, so she gave up. But clearly, Gastón(stein) won’t give up on his second half, on the another star in their binary, on the strawberry to his chocolate and whatever. He won’t give up, no matter what Matteo said he would be doing.

Perida immediately told her what he was gonna do and at first the idea seemed fun, until Luna thought about it more than three seconds. He planned to get in his costume, come to Benson mansion to give Luna makeover of her lifetime and use her as bargaining chip. That’s how she ended up being a vampire tonight. He still believes it’s gonna work, he is sure and Luna doesn’t wanna to take it away from him. After all no one has ever done as great make up as Gastón did plus the red lipstick he chose is perfect and he hasn’t told her what shade it was, probably to keep her with the plan.

“Okay, stop here now.” He rests his hands on her shoulders and she almost shivers. “We need to figure out what now.” “What?” She whispers-yells to him and jumps in the place irritated. “You don’t know what to do? You said you had everything figured!”

Gastón sighs again and messes his hair a little, making it look a little more believable. His suit isn’t really helping, but Luna likes this version of Frankenstein the most of them all. “Because I do, little Luna, but not yet in what order. First of all!” He jumps, excited as hell and searches for something in his backpack. After long two minutes he pulls out of it small black box and Valente rolls her eyes again, not sure if he could’ve done it more dramatically.

“You need to have this. I kept it for the last moment.”

She actually gets excited, hoping it will be some sparkly jewelry or something, but when she opens it she finds only fake vampire fangs. “What the hell, Gastón?”

He looks at her offended, but she can’t care about his silly nickname for tonight. “Put them into your mouth, it feels even funny.” Luna stares at him with wide eyes and he starts shaking his head. “I haven’t tried those, you silly! You are lucky that I love you, because if it were someone else I would. By the way, really keep them. It can help with your real teeth when Ambar decides to punch you.”

She nods quickly, hiding the box to her purse and Gastón giggles so much at her. “What?” she asks. “Nothing, you are just… just… you are so pale, Matteo will think that you are real vampire.” He manages to mumble through his laugh and she wants to kick him. “Ambar won’t punch you. She will probably try to be some hot witch, charming everyone’s wands, if you know what I mean.”

Luna blinks at him, not believing and he shakes his head at her. “Anyway,” she hums a little, “do you know what to do if Matteo doesn’t want to go with us?”

“Of course. This I prepared for. I have pizza flavored Bake Rolls. Who would tell them no? Plus I made sure to not take garlic. You look hot, please smile and conquer the world with me, little moon.”

She nods softly and takes the hand he offered her, leading her towards Matteo’s house. This is gonna be long night.

It’s Gastón who knocks to the door and woman, whom he calls María, looks at them surprised and, saying nothing, invites them inside. Luna’s short, black dress is kinda distracting her since the taffeta of the skirt looks super extra, but she guesses that’s how vampires dress. He stole all silver rings from Ambar and putting it on Valente’s fingers like stupid, saying that if Simón turns out to play a werewolf puppy, he would at least stay away. Luna was truly offended at this comment, but Gastón was just grinning and giggling from time to time saying that this is gonna be fun.

Her heels are making quiet sound, which sounds loud as fuck in the hall of this weird mansion. It still looks warmer than Benson one, and bless the stars for that. She stays too long watching around, because between one blink and the other, Gastón is turned away from her and smiling towards the left.

“Hello Mrs and Mr Balsano. It’s very nice evening, isn’t it?” He grins and pokes Luna who just waves at them.

“Gastón, it’s… really nice to see you now… like this.” Matteo’s mom tries to smile, hiding her surprise.”

Luna clears her throat. “It’s Gastonstein, actually. His stage name or whatever is it.”

Perida looks at her like freshly adopted puppy and she is giving him his own new toy, but that doesn’t really last long. “And who are you? I believe that you are a friend too.” The guy Luna found creepy at first asks, with actually warm voice and she guesses that this way of meeting Matteo’s parents she has never expected.

“Ah, this is Luna.” Gastón shrugs.

“Luna?” Mrs Balsano asks.

“Yes, Luna. You know, the one Matteo kissed on one competition; the one he cried after when you moved to Italy for vacation; the one he dramatically gave up on when you wanted to send him to Oxford…”

“Gastón enough.” All three of them says and Perida looks almost sad, so Luna softly pats his back. She sighs softly, smiling and waving again. “We came here to take Matteo for the party.” She doesn’t get to say anything more, because Gastón speaks again.

“We are here to make a vampire out of your son if you don’t mind.”

“And how are you going to do that?” Matteo’s dad asks, visibly amused and Gastón doesn’t change his serious face even for a second. “Luna is going to bite him, of course. She’s a real vampire after all.”

She slaps her forehead, not sure if those people will ever want over their place, they will probably think she’s crazy. Before more damage is done she just pokes Gastón. “We are in hurry. Come on.”

He nods and takes her hand, looking at Matteo’s parents. “Don’t worry. We won’t make Edward Lame Cullen out of him.”

“Knock, knock!” Gastón yells and opens the door to Matteo’s bedroom without any knocking.

“What the fuck, bro, why the hell are you Frankenstein?” Balsano asks loudly and, from what Luna can hear, because she can’t see, something falls to the ground.

“Ha! See?” Perida turns to the door to see Luna. “He knew it! He loves me more than you.”

“What are you talking to, Gastón?”

“To a vampire.” He answers and Luna snorts. This is too much for her nerves.

“What vampire?” Matteo sighs and she can imagine his face already while Gastón pouts again. He probably took it from her. “Listen, bro. I know you said no, so it’s time for me to take the things in my own hands. We are gonna change you into a vampire.”

“We?” The owner of this room asks and Luna wants to leave, she will stumble on those heels and break her leg or die. Gastón rubbed off on her as well definitely. “Who we?”

“Me and my little vampire here, of course. Come here.” He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her inside. Matteo seems to be almost pale when he notices her and she wants to throw up despite not drinking any alcohol yet.

“Luna…” The Italian starts slowly. “You are a vampire?” She sighs and nods, moving her skirt a little and the red cape, and noticing how his eyes stop on her red lips. Luna isn’t sure if she should bless or kick Gastón for that, because the part that isn’t anxious, really likes that.

“She is and you will be vampire too!”

“Why would I?” Matteo leans back on his chair and laces his fingers, watching them intently.

“Because some broom-headed bass player sold me info that Simón is going to be a werewolf and you obvious should be vampire. They are natural opponents or some shit. That’s very dramatic.”

Balsano shakes his head. “I’d say that it’s very Twilight-like. I won’t sparkle.”

“Ew no, Twilight, no. It will be more Vampire Diaries-like.”

Luna jumps into, leaning against the desk and turns to Gastón. “Which brother would Matteo be?”

“Which one you like better?” They both ask at the same time and she chokes. This is getting very interesting with every passing second. She lets them wait for a moment, not really wondering about that.

“He can be Stefan. He looks more like him.” Leaves her mouth and Gastón mumbles small: “and is pure softie like Stefan.” Luna frowns and pokes him on the ribs. “Leave him alone, he’s better than Damon.”

Matteo’s friend raises his hands, giving up. “Whatever you want, it’s your vampire, not mine.” Balsano clears his throat. “I would like to ask now… Just by the way, completely by curiosity. What did you offer Nico for the information?”

Gastón giggles. “I told him that I would pay for his new haircut at my hairdresser.” Luna snorts and he continues. “I also have more informations.”

“How?” She asks and he winks at her. “Ambar is a witch.”

“Well, we’ve known that for months already.” Matteo shrugs and Gastón highfives him. “I meant her costume. I lowkey seduced her goth blonde friend. If I tried with the Benicio Italian guy I’m not sure I would be able to resist so the blondie was it. Anyway, we need to make a vampire out of you here, like you see Luna ended up being perfect vampire to help me with that.”

“And how are you two going to do that?” Matteo asks and his best friend just smirks, clapping his hands. “She will bite you, how else?”

Luna shivered, because it sounds even dumber right now, when Matteo is watching her with something weird in the eyes until Gastón pushes his arm slightly. “I was joking. I mean, I know you would enjoy that, but this time we need to do it normally.”

He starts taking all stuff out of his backpack like makeup and even the costume and the pizza Bake Rolls at the end, leaving them on Matteo’s desk. Said Matteo takes them immediately. “How did you know, bro?”

“I always know what you want, we are soulmates of course. Now, Luna, how do you think, do we need to give him some lipstick or you will share yours with him? Oh, and Matteo, if you are nice tonight maybe she will bite you eventually.”

#slhalloweenparty #soy luna #lutteo #gastteo #gaston perida #luna valente #matteo balsano #why am i like this #my writing

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No tengo miedo de apostarte, perderte si me da pavor.

Simon and Luna are stepbrothers and just arrived from Mexico to Argentina, they inmediatly friend Nina, but the power trio of the school gets really interested in this new squad.

Chapter 11 | 10 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 5 | 4 | 3 | 2 | 1 |

He rang on her door filled with doubts, but decided, she couldn’t keep avoiding him, and less when he wasn’t even a part on that whole bet mess. He was expecting for her to open the door, but was her dad who saw him first.

-Hey... hmm. Gonzalo? -Ricardo asked trying to remember his name

-Gastón sir, is Nina around? I would like to talk to her -He asked praying that she was

-Yes, she is, I’ll call her -Ricardo said and Gastón imagined he would go to look for her, but instead shoutted from that place -Hey Nina, Gustavo is here

-It’s...it’s Gastón sir -Gastón tried to correct him but Ricardo was already gone inside his houuse focusing back on his videogames

-Gustavo? -Nina asked for herself trying to remember someone called Gustavo, but when she got to the door her expression changed it completely from confussion to shock, she tried to reach and close the door but Gastón stoped her putting his hands on the door

-We need to talk, for real Nina, you can’t keep avoiding me like that -He said serious

-Yes, I can, watch me -Nina said pushing the door again

-Wait!!! I didn’t have anything to do with the bet, can you listen to me at least? -He shouted giving up on insisting, and Nina let go the door to in that moment

-How can I know that you didn’t? That I am not a part of a bet? -She said lowing her sight shyly

-By talking to me, by getting to know me better -Gastón said approching towards her and placing his hands on her arms for reassurance

-But... Its just that... why would you want to date me?-Nina asked placing her hands over his, to hug herself, but to feel better his touch too, because she always wanted more of his touch and she has been missing it so much those last couple of days

-What? What do you mean? -Gastón said with a smile of disbelief

-I mean that you are one of the most popular guys in school, one of the best looking, and suddenly you want to date me, the bookworm, the invisible girl... the loser -She said lowring her tone with each word

-Hey, hey, no, first of all, you are not invisible, you like to hide from people, the moment I saw you I knew you were something special, I saw you a second and I was already hooked up on you, second of all I am a boorworm too -He said joking and Nina couldn’t help but let a little giggle out -And you are everything but a looser, you are one of the cutest -Gastón said placing a kiss on her forehead -most intelligent -kissed one of her cheeks - interesting -kissed the other cheek -girl I’ve ever known -He said and closed the space between their lips, and sudenly Nina’s insecurities disapeared the instant his lips touched hers, that was the only reassurance she needed

-I am sorry for doubt about you, I should went to you and talk to you first -She said shyly when they pulled appart

-Yes you should, but also, you had every right to think the wrong way, both Ambar and Matteo were in the mess -Gastón caressing one of her cheeks -I can’t believe they did that, its... so not them -There was a palpable dissapointment tone in his voice

-Yeah, I can’t believe someone doing that neither -Nina said looking down -Luna and Simon are devastated

-Damn, I feel bad for them, also... there’s one thing I don’t understand at all

-What is it? .Nina asked and she pointed to a sofa on her living, they walked towards it and sat down

-Why they did it if they have such strong feelings towards Luna and Simon -Gastón said with clear confussion on his face

-They do? -She asked shocked

-They do, Matteo hasn’t been himself lately, I haven’t seen him look at other girls, haven’t heard him sing, and trust me, he sings for everything, and his energy, is just off, and Ambar, she... she hasn’t go to school lately, she has called sick and when I tried to see her in her house she was sleeping, at afternoon -Gastón said that like it was the weirdest thing in the world, but Nina didn’t get what was the big deal -You don’t get it, Ambar never sleeps during day, she says only idler people sleeps during day,and gets really mad when sees someone sleeping during daytime, it’s been depressing even to stay around them

-But, I thought they did it because they didn’t feel anything for my friends, they think the same -Nina said confused

-Nah, I’ve never seen Matteo so into someone, and I’ve never seen someone affecting Ambar this way, I think they did more hurt to themselves that they thought it would

-This is a mess -Nina said playing with her fingers

-Yes it is -Gastón said and realized Nina was getting sad -But hey, at least we got our things straight, they are going to get theirs too

-Do you think that? -She asked unsure

-I really hope that, I really do -Gastón said thinking mostly in his friends, he never saw them like that, it was like someone took all the joy in his friends, there wasn’t teasing and laughs between the three anymore, there was just him with two other bodies that seemed to have no soul

He was standing in from of her door, he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t even know when he got there, but now he was just staring blank at it not knowing if he should knock with the risk of her answering the door, he needed to have a talk but being there was just a risk way too big, so when he decided to have the talk the next day at school, the door opened showing the figure he was expecting to see.

-Matteo? -He asked with an unreadable expression that made Matteo feel the need to explain himself fast

-Don’t hit me again, I am here in peace -He said lifting his hands and Simon couldn’t help but laugh, even thought he felt bad for hitting him

-Hey, easy I won’t hit you, actually, I shouldn’t done it, I am sorry for that -He said pointing to his black eye

-All good, I deserved it thought -Matteo said lifting one shoulder

-Yes, you did, but violence is not an excuse for anything, so I apologyze for that

-Yeah, apologyze accepted -Matteo said and both of them nodded, then a silence fell for a couple of seconds making all the situation awkward for both

-But I don’t think you should see Luna yet, I don’t think she is ready. for you know... -Simon was saying but Matteo interrupted him

-Yeah, yeah sure, I was actually here, to talk to you -He said nodding effusively -About Ambar -He explained carefully after watching Simon confussion of his desire of talk

-Hey look, I just don’t... -Simon started to say, he was still hurt about that, and even when he hasn’t seen Ambar in a couple of days, he had this pain in the chest everytime he thought about her

-No, wait, I know you are hurt, I get that because we screwed up, big time, like the biggest time ever, and I deserve the punch, and that you and Luna get mad at me, and of course Ambar has her part in all this, but she is having an awful, awful time -Matteo said with clear worry in his eyes that made Simon worried for her too -Maybe this started as a bet, but since day one I knew she was hooked with you, and this was just an excuse I used to get her close to you and she could realize her feeling, and she did, and she cares about you so much, I never saw her this way towards a guy before, and now she thinks you hate her

-I don’t... I don’t HATE her -Simon said accentuanting the hate word-I am just mad

-But she thinks that, and is so depressed, she isn’t going at school and is sleeping all day, and you don’t know how much she hates to sleep during day

-I know, once she ranted at me because I told her I napped the whole afternoon -Simón said with a smile remembering that, she was telling him how much lost of time that was, and he just teased her telling her more about his naps

-Well, then you get me? I know you are mad, with all the right, but be mad at me okay? talk to her, she really has strong and real feelings for you, and I know trust will be hard to build up again, but give her a chance, because I think you are suffering and she is suffering too, and I don’t think this mess worths it -Matteo said tired, Simon could saw how he meant every word, and he was right, he was sufffering not knowing about her, and now that he knew about her again and is nothing good he was just suffering more, and he would be the biggest liar if he didn’t say that he was dying to see her, talk to her, hug her and just be with her, tease her during classes, damn how he missed her

-I’ll talk to her -Simon said nodding and Matteo nodded back to him

-Thank you, really, I’ll give you the adress of her home because I don’t think she will go back to school soon

-Sure, thank you -Simon said and Matteo just nodded again in answer, he could noticed how Matteo’s eyes kept going to the second floor with the hope of seeing someone there, and Simon knew who he was expecting -You are a good friend Matteo, and you did a mistake like every teen does, don’t be so harsh to yourself -Simon said and Matteo felt how a knot in his throat was formed

-Why.. hmm why do you tell me that? -He said clearing his throath trying to hide his sadness

-Because you told me to blame it all for you, and I won’t, and you shouldn’t neither, Luna is mad, but she wants an explination too, and she will look for it when she is ready, don’t worry -Simon said palming Matteo’s shoulder softly

-Do you think so? -He asked looking for the reassurance he was needing

-I know it, trust me -Simon reassured him with a smile

-Thank you really, but tell her I am sorry and I will explain everything whenever she is ready -Matteo asked to Simon and he nodded letting him know that he would do it -See you tomorrow at school?

-Yes, see you tomorrow, and put some ice on that eye -Simon said joking and Matteo just laughed, it was good knowing after all that time someone wasn’t judging him, neither blaming him, and he didn’t know how much he needed that, they both shaked their hands and said goodbye to each other.

Simon entered to his house and Luna was still locked in her room listening to every heartbreak song Matisse have ever made, and they have a lot, seconds later his phone buzzed showing a messege of Matteo with an adress, he will go the next day just after the blake, he was missing her so much, he never thought it was possible to miss someone that much.

#Soy Luna #Soy Luna Fic #Lutteo #Lutteo Fic #Simbar #Simbar Fic #Gastina #Gastina Fic #Brotp #Gastteo #Mambar #Lumon #Luna Valente #Matteo Balsano #Gaston Perida #Ambar Smith #Simon Alvarez #Nina Simonetti #fic by me

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I don’t understand. Simón got mad at Ámbar for setting the rink on fire because she’s full of darkness and can never love when he believed she was changing. But didn’t she spill the drink before she and Simón started hanging out? So doesn’t that just prove that she used to be bad but started changing because of Simón?

I’ll answer with what I think happened because I doubt the writers were even thinking about it at all. They most surely just wanted #drama.

Okay, so, you’re right, if you look back at it Ámbar did start changing because of Simón, those things she did she did them before their almost kisses and their date.

But, the thing is, it’s easy to see that in retrospective. With a clear, calmed mind.

When Simón found out, he most surely wasn’t calm.

Look at it his way. When he first arrived at Buenos Aires, what was Ámbar to him? The arrogant girl who was always bothering and trying to hurt Luna, his best friend. That was pretty much all Ámbar was for Simón for about a year. It doesn’t set a very reliable background.

Then as season 2 went by, Simón started to see different, nicer sides of Ámbar. Although let’s be honest, she was only faking at the beginning. Not that he knew that tho.

Anyway, as good as he is, Simón went “okay, she doesn’t seem as bad as I thought, maybe we didn’t give her a chance, maybe I didn’t give her a chance to really know her because of the whole Luna thing. Maybe she’s better than she seems.”

It’s not that Simón forgot about everything that Ámbar had done before, he just thought maybe there was more to her and it was worth knowing. When he was in that process, there was the whole investigation about the broken camera, the fire in the rink, and Ámbar was publicly called out for buying likes in her video to win the vidia competition. Ámbar DID buy those likes, and also DISLIKES in Jazmín’s video for calling her out, but she denied both accusations, and Simón believed her in both occasions because, well, she looked so sad, so hurt, how could she have done it???

Each time anyone accused Ámbar of something or said she did a bad thing, Simón believed Ámbar when she said she didn’t, because he’s never been one to think badly of people, and because he wanted to believe that she wouldn’t lie to him.

Time passes, Ámbar really falls for him, Simón falls for her, they have their first date and their first kiss and everything is magical. Simón is so freaking happy that he almost can’t believe that all of it is happening, that is real.

…And then he finds the handkerchief.

The thing is, that handkerchief was proof that Ámbar lies. That’s the key thing in all of this.

And she didn’t lie about small stuff like what’s her favorite color, she lied about big stuff, stuff that hurt people.

The moment Simón saw that handkerchief, the whole image Simón had of Ámbar fell to the ground like a sandcastle. What’s real? What’s not? He’s not sure anymore, he can’t be sure because Ámbar lies.

All those things people accused her of but he wanted to believe she didn’t do? She probably did those too! He’s holding the proof of it!

All those things he thought were too good to be true, like all her feelings for him and all the wonderful things he experienced with her? Probably false too! Why would Ámbar like him? She totally played him like everyone else!

Simón is a very nice guy, very patient, but he’s also very passionate. When he feels, he feels deeply, strongly, so not only did he fell for Ámbar fast but also when he found out that she had been lying it hurt like a BITCH. I can not stress that enough. He was like in cloud nine and plummeted to the cold hard ground, breaking into a million pieces.

And with that hurt came anger. A lot of it directed at himself.

HOW could he have been so stupid? HOW could he have been so naive? HOW could he not have seen through her lies? Everyone else did! He defended her when people accused her but they had been right all along, that’s humiliating!

And then that anger focused on her.

She humiliated him, she tricked him, she made him believe she had changed, she made him believe she felt something for him, she made him fall for her meanwhile she kept hurting everyone around him, THAT DAMN LIAR!

What kind of person could do that? What kind of person deliberately hurts people so much? What kind of person can look into someone’s eyes, someone that trusts her, that cares for her, and brazenly lie without the minimum amount of remorse?

A bad person. A person full of hate.

That’s the conclusion Simón reaches. That’s the only conclusion he can reach at the moment because he’s hurt, he’s mad, he’s disappointed, he’s embarrassed.

So when Ámbar tries to talk to him, of course, he doesn’t listen, of course, he doesn’t believe her, he can’t. And even if he wanted to, he won’t, because it’d be even more embarrassing if he believed her and she fooled him again. It’s not only his heart that couldn’t take another disappointment; his pride can’t either.

Simón “””congratulating””” Ámbar on winning the competition but losing him and everyone else? That was his wounded pride talking.

It was petty as fuck, but as he told Luna: just looking at Ámbar hurt. So yes, the petty part of him feels satisfaction at seeing her alone, because damn it, she hurt him, she deserves to suffer too, it wouldn’t be fair if it was only him that suffered.

Simón is self-righteous, and up to that point, he saw the world through ‘black or white’ lenses: Most of the world was good or capable of good, but if you were bad you were bad, and if you hurt someone he cared about, he would fuck you up.

So you see, anon, Simón couldn’t have reached the conclusion that you exposed. Not at that moment.

But you know what? I think he did, eventually.

The writers of Soy Luna pretty much acted like the end of season 2 hadn’t happened when starting season 3. Simón was head-over-heels for Ámbar and she was all flirty as if that huge and deeply emotional fight hadn’t happened at all.

But let’s assume for a moment that it wasn’t because of the writer’s amnesia.

Simón needed time to lick his wounds. Ámbar too. They both had their own methods to deal with what happened, but anyway, both had about two months to get their heads and hearts around it.

Maybe in that time Simón got to think about the whole situation with a colder mindset. The anger would’ve subdued to a little resentment, but Simón is not resentful by nature so he probably would’ve chosen to just leave it behind him instead of holding a grudge. The embarrassment and hurt pride would’ve pretty much disappeared because of all his friends supporting him and telling him that it wasn’t his fault, that Ámbar had fooled everyone and not just him, that he couldn’t blame himself for being a good person… etc etc.

What about his heart then?

I think he found that, even tho she hurt him, he didn’t wish her wrong. That petty side of him died as soon as it came alive. We don’t know what happened during that summer further than Simón spent a lot of time with Luna, but I imagine that he saw very little of Ámbar because she made it her life goal to avoid everyone. Maybe, against his rational mind, Simón felt worry never seeing her at dinner at Luna’s house, he felt concern at seeing how she changed her look and she never smiled, he felt pain at thinking she could feel alone…

Of course, those feelings were pushed at the baaaaaack of his mind, very well hidden, but every now and then he remembered everything Ámbar had told him about how alone she felt, about how her life wasn’t as perfect as it seemed, he remembered the tears in her eyes and wondered if she really could act all of it that well.

At day he enjoyed being with his family, he went out with Luna and remembered old times, he went out with other friends and made new memories. But sometimes he would see a yellow flower, sometimes the sea would turn an exact shade of blue, sometimes someone would ask for a chocolate ice cream… And at night, especially at night, alone with his thoughts, he would remember. And hurt. And wonder.

Then season 3 started. Suddenly Ámbar was there again- not as a distant memory but tangible, her face literally inches from his…

And that’s when Simón’s ‘black or white’ lenses started to fail him.

The rest, my dear anon, I think it’s history.

#1460 words LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO #SDLKJNFDLKSJFNS #I TOLD YOU GUYS TO STOP ASKING ME PLOT QUESTIONS- I ALWAYS END UP WITH BIG ASS ANSWERS!#I was supposed to be working on an assignment but once I started with this I couldn't stop #simbar #anyway that's that #cynthia speaks #long post #BY THE WAY- YOU MADE ME RE-WATCH SCENES THAT I PROMISED MYSELF TO NOT WATCH AGAIN #THAT'LL BE IN YOUR CONSCIENCE

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