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Forever In Your Arms

“I scraped my knee and now you’re fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg, I will kick you.”

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Ámbar stormed out of the Jam and Roller. Furious was an understatement for how she was feeling. “No Ámbar, wait,” Simón yelled chasing after her. “For what. So you can tell me it was my fault and that I was the one to blame.” Simon was able to catch up to her and took a hold of her arm so she could stop. She turned around facing him this time and pushed her arm out of his hand. She pursed her lips in anger and barely wanted to see his face. 

“Look Ambar I wasn’t trying to accuse you. I was only trying to ask if you were the one who took Luna’s lucky keychain. Sometimes we take things by accident.”

“Oh please Simón you know that’s a lie what you’re saying right now. You did accuse me of stealing it. Nobody just takes things by accident and you automatically assumed I purposely stole it. Look I know I’ve done bad things in the past but I have changed and I thought you saw that too but it turns out I was wrong.”

Simón began to stutter seeing Ámbar’s eyes water. “No no no I don’t doubt for a second you have changed ok. I was only curious that’s all. The keychain wasn’t appearing anywhere and you didn’t say a single word after Luna told us about it.”

Ámbar bit her lip holding back the tears. She didn’t say anything all day but for a reason. A reason she wasn’t comfortable to say yet. “Simón you can’t quickly assume it was me just because I stayed quiet in a conversation. That is a pity excuse and I thought you knew me very well and would have noticed I haven’t said a word all day before that conversation happened. But I was wrong, you don’t know me. All I am to you is some girl you imagine me to be. A vision of the perfect woman but you still linger onto the doubt that I haven’t changed.” Ámbar turns around and leaves clenching the strap of her shoulder back. The tears were slowly coming out now. She didn’t mean to say all of those harsh things to Simón cause she knows he truly does love her but she felt it was best and that he deserved it. He shouldn’t have assumed she would do something like that after she has numerously proved that she has changed for good. Out of all the people in the world, it had to be him who doubted her. When that thought settled in at that moment, the pain couldn’t escape her lungs. 

Simón with his head down ambled to the Jam and Roller. There, Luna immediately greeted him. “Simón what happened? I saw you chasing after Ámbar, how did it go?” Simón scratching his head replied, “Horrible. It was the worst. And to be honest I deserved it. What was I thinking to question Ámbar is if she did it? I should’ve trusted her. She changed to become a better person for good and I, the idiot, doubted her. Now I don’t know what to do. She probably doesn’t ever want to see me again.” Luna didn’t know what to say or do other than hug him. 

After a two minute silent hug, Luna broke free from his arms and said, “Look it’s going to take Ambar some time to forgive you but I know she will cause she loves you and knows you love her, but you will have to demonstrate that to her these upcoming days.”

“Like how? How can I be able to erase my act of stupidity from existence.”

Luna giggles. “Yes it was very stupid what you did but we’re all human and the important thing is you learned from your mistakes. You won’t be able to erase that moment from existence since that’s not possible but like I said you can truly show her that you are sincerely sorry and really do love her.”

“But the real question is how do I do that?” Simón being frustrated now.

Luna pauses for a second to think. “Well there are many ways you can show your love for Ámbar. You can write her a song, you can surprise her with a gift, or you can hire a mariachi band to sing to her how sorry you are.” Luna then nudged Simon’s arm and he let out a little chuckle. 

“Luna, Mariachi bands may have been able to save us many times but I don’t think it can save me this time. Tú Carcel isn’t that powerful either so don’t even think about it.”

Luna then frowned and jokingly said, “Simón, how dare you disrespect our song that way. Ámbar probably wasn’t singing it that day but I can guarantee you, she was singing it in her head.” 

“No but I really blew it this time Luna. I doubted her and lost all of her trust after everything we have gone through together.”

Luna froze for a second. She hasn’t seen Simón so disheartening in ages. “Look Simón, what you did was wrong but you can’t give up on love so easily. Plus, we’re all human and bound to make mistakes. Eventually she will understand and forgive you.”

Simón rapidly took his hands out of his face to now cover his mouth in shock. “No no no I’m so stupid!”

“Well you definitely can be at times but I thought we already cleared up that topic since you came back here.”

“No it’s that I forgot to apologize. The whole time I was too busy trying to find excuses that I forgot to tell her I was sorry,” Simón stuttered.

“Then what are you waiting for, do it now!” Luna demanded.

“I can't, it's too late already and I’m in charge of closing up the Jam and Roller today,” Simón whined.

“Well then you’ll do it first thing in the morning.”

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Ámbar slammed the door shut behind her. Her anger lingered around the air, ever since she entered the mansion, like strong perfume. Everyone in the house noticed the vibe and felt it was best to leave her alone. Well almost everyone. She paraded around her room scrambling for her journal. She had officially decided for a month now to let out her anger in a journal. She felt like this coping mechanism was easier to work with than her mirror sessions. She had a precise plan laid out. She would write down her feelings, rip the page out of her notebook and stick it into the paper shredder. The paper shredder was a better choice than doing it by hand so no one would even be able to tape back the pieces. 

Right when she finally found her journal and a pen to use, she heard a knocking at the door. “Who could it possibly be now,” Ámbar agitated wondered. Ambar got up from the covers and annoyingly turned the knob of her door. Her face quickly changed when she saw it was Monica there. “Hi Ámbar. I wanted to tell you goodnight before you went to bed.”

“Was that all you wanted to tell me cause it seems like there’s more.” Ámbar sounded more irritated than what she meant it to be. She sincerely was curious but found it hard to show it.

“Well you appeared upset ever since you came and it made me worried. Since I am a mom, maybe I can help. It’s ok you can talk to me… or not whichever is your choice just know I’ll always be here.”

Ámbar now stared at the floor, contemplating what to say next. The only other person she felt a little more comfortable with when opening up, other than Simon, was surprisingly Luna’s mom. She always wished ever since she was little to have somebody there to talk to and listen to her, no matter how stupid or unimportant the topic may have sounded.

“I guess you can come in.”

Monica slowly took a few steps into Ámbar’s room. At the time Ámbar didn’t realize Monica was carrying something till now. She took out a tray of delicacies from her behind and placed them on the coffee table. There was a cup of milk, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a bowl of precisely cut fruit. They were in the shape of little stars. Ámbar couldn’t stop but stare at the food.

“I already ate dinner,” Ámbar coldly stated.

“I know you have but you forgot dessert. I brought you some options so you can pick what you like. I even cut up the fruit into little stars since I know that’s your favorite shape.”

“You do?!!”

“Of course I do. I remember you once said it in a conversation we had at the dinner table.”

Ámbar couldn’t help but get a little teary-eyed. No one has ever put this much effort for her. In fact no one has ever known her favorite shape was a star, not even her best friends Delfi and Jazmin. It’s her favorite ship since it reminds her of the birthmark she has at the side of her stomach. Monica noticed the shiny, watery glare in Ámbar’s eyes. She thought of the best thing to do, and that was to hug her. Ámbar really started crying in her warm, and gentle embrace. 

“Shh it’s ok hija. It’s ok. You’re safe with me.”

The hug lasted for a good ten minutes. Once Ámbar cried out all the tears she had held in, she broke free from the hug. 

“Thank you…. It’s just me and Simon got in an argument and I know that may sound so stupid cause it’s boy drama but it’s more than that -”

Monica immediately cut Ámbar off and said, “It’s not stupid at all and you don’t have to give me an excuse dear, I completely understand.”

This came as a shock to Ámbar. She wasn’t used to this at all. Whenever she wanted to talk about anything outside of school to Sharon, her Madrina would scold her for wasting her attention on useless topics and people.

“Well it’s just I’m worried that no one will ever believe the fact that I have truly changed. How everyone will probably still see me as the same manipulative mean girl I used to be. I’m tired of gaining everyone’s trust and belief. I really have changed but I don’t know what else to do so they can realize that,” Ámbar now sat down slouching.

“Ámbar you don’t have to prove to anyone that you have changed. You’ve already been showing it for quite a long time now. Don’t beat yourself up so hard for this. For some people it takes longer than others to trust again. Try not to focus your energy on those people. If they can’t see the incredible person I see right in front of me, then it's their loss.”

“You truly think so.”

“I know so.”

~~~~

“Wait, Ámbar slow down,” Simón yells out a mile away from her. Ámbar decided to skate in the morning to the Jam and Roller today. She tried to take the other route to avoid Simón, but he knew that she likes to take this path whenever she’s angry, especially at him.

“Can you please stop following me. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Ámbar I came to apologize and say I’m sorry.”

This came off as a shock to Ámbar. “You wh-” Thump. Due to her attention being solely focused on Simón, she didn’t realize the big hole on the pavement. Her foot lost control of the wheel and her knee slid on to the pure concrete. Ámbar was on the floor now in pain, clenching on to her knee. It was bleeding and she tried to not show any signs of pain.

Simón came faster than lightning. “ÁMBAR!” He bent down to the floor and examined her knee. He then slid his backpack off of his shoulders and unzipped it. He took out a napkin and hurriedly cleaned off the blood streaming down her lower leg. His touch felt like an electric zap and the way his fingers swept across her leg made her badly want to kick him now. She’s still angry at him but deep down finds him very romantic the way in how he’s stressing out about her. She shook her head out of a daydream, surprisingly feeling like her prince charming coming to the rescue. She doesn’t need a prince even though having one right by her side feels nice. She may be a damsel in distress but can handle this all on her own. 

“Look it’s ok. I can fix it just let me be.”

“No you’re not okay Ámbar. I don’t care what else you say, and be mad at me for all that matters but I’m not leaving you alone. I can’t bear to witness you hurt. So go ahead and complain all you want but I’m not leaving.”

Ámbar froze at his response. He untied the plaid shirt around his waist and instead wrapped it around her leg. Before he was able to hear a response from her, he picked her up and carried her bridal style. He skated like the Flash, almost never before. She couldn’t help but stare at Simón’s worry look plastered all over his face. Now the electricity in her is building up into fireworks, her heart has never beaten so fast in her life. She can feel his tense grasp around her waist and legs. This position actually felt comforting for her, as if she can stay in his arms forever. 

Right then and there Ámbar realized how it didn’t matter if people didn’t believe her or not on whether she has changed. She has people by her side who truly care about her. 

“You know I’m still mad at you.”

“You can be mad at me for an eternity. I deserve it. As long as you're healthy and safe while you scold me, I’ll forever be happy. I truly am sorry by the way. I do trust you and I don’t know why I even doubted you for a second, it was such a dumb decision and I truly regret it,” Simón panted.

“Good. You should regret it. You apologizing and running to help me, not necessarily saving since I don’t need saving, has made me a little less angry at you.”

Simón chuckled. “I love you so much bonita. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, stupid,” Ámbar giggled.

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“My biggest fear is drunkenly saying something I wasn’t supposed to say.” –“Oh, like, last night.”

Simon always enjoyed closing the Jam and Roller unlike the other boys. He always found it relaxing and peaceful. While he was closing up, he noticed his guitar on the stage and started playing with it. Before he knew it he was strumming the chords to Como Me Ves. Simon couldn’t stop thinking about but she was indeed a traitor. He had given her the change but she misused it. There was no way that he could ever apologize to her. But he just couldn’t. Every second of every day he couldn’t get her off his mind. The kisses they had shared, the secrets exchanged, it was all a lie to her, nothing more than a game. Simon put the guitar down and locked the Jam and Roller doors. It was around 11 in the night and Simon felt a slight breeze pick up. He absolutely loved nights like this. That was until he got a call. Simon reached into his pocket as he saw it was Ámbar. “Ambar?” Simon asked as he answered the phone. “Oh Simon thank goodness you answered, I thought I was going to die here,” Ambar giggled. Simon stood there in confusion. Why is she giggling like that? Simon thought. It wasn’t like Ambar to laugh, more or less giggle. “Why- Why did you think you would die?” Simon asked, hoping for a concrete answer. “I don’t know there’s lots of swaying lights and lots of people crying, laughing, dancing but I don’t know where I am,” Ambar cried. “Lots of swaying lights?” Simon told himself. “Well were you with anyone, perhaps Emilia?” “Emilia, like the Elephant?” Ambar laughed. Simon doubled in laughter. “Simon it’s not funny I’m scared and in the middle of nowhere what do I do?” Ambar whined. Simon took deep breaths, trying not to die of laughter. He finally realized what was wrong with Ambar. “Oh she’s drunk,” he realized. 

There was only one bar in the vicinity of where they lived in Buenos Aires so Simon made his way there. It’s not like Simon ever drank, the Roller Band had played there a couple times and he knew the area pretty well. As Simon was walking there, he got a phone call from Matteo. “Where are you Simon, you promised we’d rehearse after you closed up the roller,” Matteo said. “Something came up Matteo, I can’t really explain right now but I just need you to do me a favor,” Simon urgently whispered making sure no one else heard him. “Yea sure, what’s up?” Matteo asked. “Take Luna on a date or something, just get her out of the mansion for a while,” Simon said. There was a pause from Matteo before he said, “I’ll do it, but why are you asking me this?”. “Matteo I don’t have time to explain but please just get Luna and if you can, her parents out of the mansion or distracted alright?” Simon begged. “Alright fine but you owe me one,” Matteo laughed. “Honestly I really don’t owe you anything,” Simon chuckled. As he turned the corner he saw the bar. “Here goes nothing,” Simon thought. He pushed his way through the bar trying to find Ambar. He went up to the bar and asked someone, “Have you seen a blonde girl with pink extensions dressed in all black? She’s probably around 5’5?”. “Yeah she looked pretty drunk. I think she’s in the bathroom,” The waiter said. “Are you her boyfriend?”. Simon froze at that, “Not really but yes,” Simon played off. “But thank you so much,” Simon said to the waiter as he made his way to the back. He knocked on the bathroom door,

 “Ambar, it’s me Simon Alvarez, the guitarist for the roller band, your ex,”. Ambar opened the bathroom door as she stumbled out of it and into Simon’s arms. “Thank god you're here I thought I was going to be lost forever,” Simon pulled her onto his back, “Cmon lets take you home,”. “WHEEEEE!! PIGGY BACK RIDES,” Ambar laughed. Simon started to laugh as he walked through the streets of Argentina with Ambar on his back. Ambar was blabbering all sorts of nonsense as he walked her to the Benson Mansion. “Did you know that Luna is Sol Benson? Apparently 1+1 = 2 who knew?” Ambar gasped. Simon chuckled as he walked them into the complex where the mansion was located. “What’s so funny?” Ambar whined, cluelessly. “Nothing,” Simon said. “Ambar can you tell me which window leads to your room?” Simon said leading them to the lawn in between the Benson Mansion and the fence. Ambar squinted at the windows. She was used to sneaking out so she marked her window sill with a black handkerchief. “That one!” Ambar giggled pointing to the window with the black handkerchief. Simon internally cursed. That was too high for him to open the window and get Ambar inside. “Don’t die, I’ll be right back,” Simon said, sprinting to the warehouse. “Where are you going?” Ambar cried, delirious. 

Simon came back with a ladder and placed it on the building. “Ambar, I want you to hold this ladder very tightly, alright? If you let go I will fall and die,” he said very seriously. Ambar gulped and said, “I don’t want you to die Simon so I will hold onto this with my whole life,”. Simon smiled at her. Even though she was quite literally a mess, her bright blue eyes shone through the night sky. She was stunning. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?” Ambar asked. “You’re really pretty,” Simon whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Ambar was starting to realize that Simon still had feelings for her. She obviously couldn’t admit that she was in love with him but the alcohol was kicking in and her consciousness was dropping in and out. Ambar gripped the ladder as tight as she could as Simon climbed up to her window and opened the latch. Simon jumped down as he and Ambar stared at each other for a couple minutes, taking in the other’s presence. Simon knew that Ambar wouldn’t remember this night but he would for the rest of his life. “Ambar, I think this is where I leave, once you get up there close the window and I’ll be on my way,” Simon explained. “Wait, Simon can you stay? I need you,” Ambar pouted. Simon’s heart melted. It didn’t matter that she was drunk, it mattered that it was coming out of Ambar’s mouth. “I don’t wanna get caught by Luna’s parents but yes, I’ll stay,” he told her. Simon placed Ambar in her room and was about to leave when Ambar grabbed his hand and pulled into a kiss. The kiss was full of passion as Ambar’s hands went to his hair. Simon’s hands went to Ambar’s waist. Both of them stumbled onto Ambar’s bed, now making out. But then Simon realized something. “This isn’t right Ambar, you’re dating Benicio and after all you’re DRUNK,”. “Since when was I dating Benicio? As far as I’m concerned he can go die and I’d be happy,” Ambar laughed. “As much as I hate him, don't say that,” Simon said pacing around her room. “Plus I can’t help it, you’re so hot,” Ambar moaned. Simon froze, blushing. “She’s drunk, she’s drunk, don’t let it get to your head,” Simon thought. Although that was something Simon had always wanted to hear from her. “Honestly just fuck me already,” Ambar groaned. “Honestly I would love to fuck you right now but I can’t,” Simon confessed. “Shit I said that out loud” Simon cursed. Ambar’s face flushed realizing what he had just said. “I hate you so much that I love you Simon, you’re irresistible,” Ambar giggled drunkenly. 

7 hours later 

Ambar woke up tired and confused. Just as she was about to get up she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly turned around and saw Simon peacefully sleeping next to her. Ambar was not only in shock but she was scared. What had she done that was so bad and why was Simon with her? “Simon, what are you doing here?” Ambar asked, shaking him awake. “Five more minutes,” Simon groaned. Ambar sighed as she laid back down and looked at Simon. “I’ll ask you again, what are you doing here?” “You asked me to stay with you, so I did,” he responded simply, turning so that they were facing each other. Ambar’s eyes grew wide, “I did?”. Simon nodded his head. “Yeah you were pretty drunk last night,” he chuckled. “You wanna know something?” Ambar asked, turning to face Simon. “Yeah?”. “One of my biggest fears is to drunkenly say something I wasn’t supposed to say.” –“Oh, like, last night.”. “What did I say?” Ambar panicked. Simon stifled a laugh. “Dale Simon, tell me,” Ambar groaned. “You said to me, honestly just fuck me already,”.  Ambar froze, “I- I said that?” Ambar couldn’t believe what she had said to him. It was as though her drunk self was right and that she had let out what normal Ambar had always wanted to say. Simon nodded, laughing, “You also called Emilia an Elephant,” Ambar couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, drunk Ambar is something else,” she joked. Simon laughed with her. “However the funny thing is that I remember you saying something along the lines that you would love to fuck me or something,” Ambar remembered, confused. “Ambar?” Emilia called from outside her door. “Shit! Hide!” Ambar said, pushing Simon into her closet.   

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Under my umbrella

Lutteoficweek (x) is here! I am super excited about it and am completely ignoring the fact my exams start this week and I shouldn’t even be thinking about ficweeks and tumblr. Anyway, here we go!

Day 1:  „It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here.“

It wasn’t just a little bit of rain.

Luna wouldn’t have minded some rain drops. On the contrary. A little bit of rain felt refreshing, as if the water drops danced on her skin. A little bit of brain dropping against her window while she laid in bed was one of her favorite sounds.

But she wasn’t inside and this wasn’t a little bit of rain. This was a monsoon.

“Matteo, what are you doing?”, Luna yelled out when Matteo with no warning pulled her under a bus stop. “What does it look like? Waiting here till this is over.”

“No, no, you know we can’t, we have training today!”, she protested. In return, he only snorted. “Well, you wanted to walk and I don’t have any umbrella with me, so it’s the only choice except you want to get sick, of course.”

“I have one”, Luna interrupted but immediately regretted it at the frown on his face. No comment because she had managed to not forget something, no teasing about the privilege of sharing an umbrella with him. Nothing but this distant grimace.

Lately, he’d been in this bad mood whenever she saw him. He smiled less, avoided her more and she never brought up the courage anymore to ask for a free-style dance with him. It hurt right at the left side of her chest. Sometimes in her stomach too and on a particularly bad day, a few tears began building up in her eyes. She simply wanted her chico fresa back, the arrogant idiot who tipped her over the edge better than anyone else. 

However, she had to admit to herself that walking alone with him from school might not make it into the list of her best ideas.

She cleared her throat. “I mean, I have an umbrella. We could share, so we won’t miss training.” Her voice used to be filled with more confidence.

He didn’t return her glare. “Yeah, fine.”

It wasn’t fine. Not for Luna, at least. While her umbrella was big and covered Matteo completely, the height difference between them caused the wind to blow mercilessly in her face, not to speak about the heavy rain drops soaking her uniform.

Although this wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was him walking next to her in silence. A silence with no attempt to pretend everything was okay, no attempt to pretend he avoided touching her. If she only knew what had happened, if she only knew why he acted like this…

She couldn’t bear the silence a second more. “Man, this weather sucks”, she blurted out, hoping he’d say something, anything. She’d walk the seven seas to get him to tease her, or fight over who skated into whom back in Cancun.

“Well, this is your fault”, he replied, eyes fixed on the street. Her heart sank in her chest. “You wanted to walk. I could be sitting in my father’s car now, or even on the couch with a strawberry milkshake. By the way, why were you even so eager to walk? Is there at least any special reason?”

Of course, and more than one. Actually, there were hundreds of reasons. Starting with how much she missed him and ending with this one thing that refused to leave her head, that kept her tossing and turning and awake at night. “Yes, sure. We never got to talk about you and Ámbar. How you broke up. And well, I wanted to ask… are you okay?”

Again, a snort. Luna hated this sound. She was so sick and tired of hearing it. She didn’t want any more of it. She wanted his laugh. His eyes lightning up at her sight. His stupid comments so she could roll her eyes and tell him to not be such a snob.

“Why?”, Matteo asked. Defeated, Luna sighed. Because I can’t believe you are treating me like a stranger, even now, and Nina says this might be connected to your break-up and I need answers.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Does it matter if I am?”

She shot him a look. He seemed incredibly tense and so focused on not turning his head towards her. No surprise he was oblivious to how her hair got more wet each minute or how her uniform stuck to her skin, leaving her freezing. But once they reached the Jam&Roller, she could change into different clothes. He, however, might not change back to the old Matteo.

Luna huffed. “To me it does.”

“If you need to know, I broke up with Ámbar, yes. I realized I’m in love with someone else.” A shiver ran over her spine. Perhaps it was only the rain creeping underneath her clothes? “In love with someone else?”

He nodded. Luna got lost staring at him for a second before it hurt too much. “Yeah, she’s the most important person in the world to me.” She must be the luckiest girl then. Out loud, Luna replied: “Shouldn’t you be happy then?” Her teeth rattled.

“I don’t think she’ll ever see it. She lives on the moon when it comes to that. And I don’t want to ruin it anyway.” Honestly, if it wasn’t for the rain and his mood, she’d tease him endlessly about being afraid. But she got too cold now, with the wind blowing and making her shiver even more. Before she knew it, she blurted out: “Just get down here already!”

Matteo stopped. Turned towards her. Blinked. Blinked a second time. “You are wet.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Either he pretended to not see her eyeroll or he chose to ignore it. In any way, he pulled her under a canopy. Gone was the harsh, distant expression on this face, instead she found worry in his eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why are you so grumpy?”, she shot back, arms crossed. Matteo let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. Really. Wait, let me warm you”, he added and pulled her into his arms, close, too close. Her brain gave up.

He radiated heat – how? – he smelled so good and she felt like a junkie finally receiving her shot again. He got her so good. Right there, right then, she wanted to stop the clocks forever.

Suddenly, his breath tickled her ear. “Honestly, I thought you were talking about something else when you just yelled at me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Matteo”, Luna muttered into his chest. When she was wrapped up like this, being mad at him became impossible. “What should I have been talking about?”

“About what I said. About this girl.”

“What? How could I be talking about this girl when I don’t know who she…”, their eyes found each other. The coldness in his brown had disappeared. Instead, she discovered a new spark in them, soft and bright like a star in the night sky. It took her breath away. “Oh”, she whispered, certain she never had seen him looking at someone like that. Not even Ámbar. Just her. “Oh”, she repeated. This time, it sounded more like a question.

“Matteo…”

He threw the umbrella on the ground. With both arms free now, his hands rested on her waist, holding her tight, no space left between them. His clothes got wet too, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Luna”, he started, her name coming across his lips like the only thing he was meant to say, “If it was for me, I’d be sharing much more with you than just an umbrella.”

“I wouldn’t call what you did sharing”, she managed to bring out before his mouth landed on hers. She felt him smiling into the kiss. Soon she was too, forgotten the weather, the training. And the cold she got the next day was completely worth it.

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home’s where the heart is (pt.2)

So well, this is the second part from Day 1 AU, and I know it have been a long ride since that day, but well... I needed to find the perfect prompt for this one. 

This is going to be my last OS for Lutteo Ficweek, since tomorrow I will publish a new chapter from my Gastina AU, that I know has taken me a long time to update, but I’ve been very busy these days, traveling and stuff.

Thanks to Mandy @deliverychicafresa for proof reading this one, and for giving me ideas for this particular prompt, because it wouldn’t be the same without her comments and suggestions, even if some of them were made as a joke at first.

Day 7: “It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” || Word count: 4.5k

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He stared at the wall that divided their rooms as if in this way he could see her through it. Not in the creepy stalker way, though. He just needed to make sure she was alright. Because she had been acting weird lately, weirder than ever he meant. She avoided him all the time and replied with monosyllables or simple gestures to everything he said to her, even to the teasing. Especially to the teasing. It had him shook. Did he offend her in any way? His best friend said that he was sometimes a little too much to handle, and not in a good way, so maybe that’s what happened, maybe she got tired of him.

And that hurt, more than he thought something could hurt him. No girl had had that effect in him, no girl mattered him that much, so he couldn’t handle having her so close, and at the same time so out of his reach, anymore.

He swore under his breath, closing his laptop with a frustrated gasp. He couldn’t continue working on his essay for his minor grade in astrophysics when every time he read the word moon he couldn’t help but thinking about her. Maybe he said something that offended her, or was it about what had happened on the kitchen the other night? Maybe that was the thing that annoyed her. He had let his emotions control his actions, and almost crossed a boundary she might not want to cross, or at least, not that fast, as he sensed in her actions that she wanted that kiss as much as he did.

With resolution he stood up from his desk. He would go there, knock on her door, tell her they needed to talk, and then spill the biggest speech about how important she was for him and how sorry he was for making her feel mad or uncomfortable in any way, so things could back to normal between them, because her evasive maneuvers were killing him.

That resolution, however, faded away as soon as he stood in front of her door and raised his fist to knock. What would he say? He should have prepared his speech, something structured and yet sincere to let her know how important she was for him, how she had changed his life, and that he didn’t want her to stay away from him. Yeah, he had to rush back to his room and write something. Writing wasn’t hard for him, as he does that for his songs all the time.

But then he heard a loud noise, similar to a blow, coming from the other side of the door, which was followed by an exclamation of pain, so he opened it and rushed inside the room without hesitation, finding Luna sitting on the floor, wincing and rubbing her knee with both her hands.

“Luna, are you okay?” He asked, kneeling besides her. “What happened?” He took her hands away from her knee, to find out for himself if she was hurt, noticing that she shivered at his touch.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “I just slipped and fell on the floor, I do that all the time, but you already know that.” She tried to get up, but he stopped her with his firm hand on her leg.

“You’re hurt,” he stated, and her gaze went down to her knee, to find some bright red dots that started to sprout from her sore skin. “Come on, I'm going to help you sit on the bed, and then I'll bring something to clean the wound.” He moved closer to try help her stand, but she pulled away again.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t exag– Ouch!” She had tried to make her point by stretching her sore leg, but the pain ended her argument. He rolled his eyes.

“Can I help you now?” He asked, his voice sounding a bit annoyed, while getting up. “I don’t know what I did to make you so mad, but at least let me help you with this.” He held his hand in her direction, and she finally gave up, so he helped her to stand up.

He left the room to look for the first aid kit before she could say any word, but somehow he felt her stare on his back while walking away, and it was like a burning iron pressed against his nape.

It didn’t take him too long to find it, his mother was a very organized person, so it had been in the same place since he was a child. Luna looked like she hadn’t moved a single muscle since he left, and didn’t say a word as he sat next to her, opening the kit.

“I’m not mad at you,” she said, suddenly. He turned his gaze away from the wound he was cleaning, to her face, his gaze filled with surprise.

“Then, why are you avoiding me?” He asked.

“I just–” she hesitated. “I don’t know how to explain this.” She finally said, looking down at her own hands entwined in his lap.

“Just tell me what comes to your mind,” he suggested, leaving aside the implements with which he was healing her wound.

“Ok, but don’t freak out,” she turned around to face him, and he smiled to reassure her, as she looked nervous. She looked cute being nervous, though. “I just feel like we have this kind of chemistry, like we are physically attracted to each other, like what happened in the kitchen the other day, when we almost… you know.”

“When we almost kissed?” He finished her sentence.

“Yeah, that.” She sighed, trying to encourage herself. “What I’m trying to say is that I can’t help but feel this attraction towards you, I really like you… but that’s not right, I’m living in your house, you are part of my host family, and your parents! What would they think about me? They allowed me to stay and live in their house, and here I am, taking advantage of the situation, almost having made out sessions in their kitchen with their son. That’s why I’m avoiding you, because I tried to fight this and I can’t, so the only solution I found was to keep my distance.” She concludes, and a cocky smile appeared on his face.

“So, you can’t resist me.” He teased her, without being able to avoid it.

“Matteo, please. This is serious.” She wasn’t looking very pleased with his response, he realized. But he had spent so many days without being able to tease her, that it came out without even thinking.

“Sorry, so you seriously can’t resist me?” He continued teasing. She lost her patience, throwing a pillow to his face, making him giggle.

“Matteo!” She complained, and he finally decided to leave the jokes aside.

“Okay, I understand this is serious for you,” he explained. “But you’re telling me that I’ve been worried all these days, trying to figure out what I did wrong, when you were doing all this because you like me too much, and you’re afraid of what my parents would think if they knew about it, and that’s ridiculous. First of all, if my parents ever come to think that one of us is taking advantage of the situation that would be me, not you, Piccola. You need about twenty centimeters more of height to be threatening. Second, they would never kick you out of the house for something like that. They like you, even more than their own son, so surely they are planning to call your parents and trade me with you.”

She laughed, and he smiled triumphant.

“And third of all,” he added, leaning closer. “I like you too.” Matteo couldn't help but wonder if Luna's heart was beating as fast as his, or if she was feeling anything akin to the hot fire of desire that had settled in his chest, but was afraid of asking and spoiling the moment.

“Matteo, I–” he heard her whisper, and shook his head.

“Sh... it’s okay,” He asked, caressing her face. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do this.” No, she had no idea how hard it had been looking at her and remembering their moment in the kitchen, seeing her bit her lips and wishing those were his teeth, she didn’t know what a nightmare it was to leave his bedroom in the morning and smell the scent of her perfume in the hallway, bringing back memories about that short instant when he got to inhale it deeply from its owner’s skin. No, she wasn’t aware of the effect she had on him. She closed her eyes, heavily breathing.

“But your parents, they will–” she got to mumble, until he brushed her lips with his.

“I will talk to them, ok? Don’t worry about that,” he reassured her, rubbing their noises. “Now, could you please stop talking and let me properly kiss you?” he asked, and she laughed giving him her consent by softly nodding.

He yanked her to him with his hand on her nape, and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. It felt like the 4th of July on his chest, like glory, like he had never known how it felt to kiss a girl before kissing Luna Valente. She responded immediately, with an equal effort to his, and that gave him the courage to deepen the kiss. She moaned against his lips and brought her whole body closer to him in response, and he took the opportunity to surround her waist with his arms and bring her against his chest, as if he could keep her there for the rest of their lives.

Eventually they slowly broke apart, their bodies still pressed against each other’s, and their eyes closed as if they were afraid of opening them and finding out it was just a dream.

“Wow…” she said. He smiled.

“Same,” he responded, and opened his eyes to get lost on the deep green of hers. He still felt the side effects of that kiss on his body, his fast heart rate, the difficulties for breathing, and inevitable dumbness, as if he had just woken up after the longest trance. And she was looking at him in a new way he couldn’t describe, her pupils were brighter than ever, there was a soft pink covering her cheeks, and her half-open lips were inviting him to kiss her again. And so he did.

He had fallen for her, he knew that long ago, even if he tried to convince himself that it was just something physical at first. His life had changed since the moment they bumped into each other in the airport, since she went to live in his house, and even if he knew that one day she was going to go back to her country, he just couldn’t help being attracted to her.

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” He murmured on her lips, when they parted away for the second time, trying to make a joke. She pulled her face away, and looked at him in confusion.

“Why?” She asked, and he shrugged.

“Because eventually you will leave, and that will break my heart,” he replied, with no remorse in his voice, because having her for a little of time was better than not having her at all. “Don’t worry, Piccola, I’ll be fine.” He would deal with his own broken heart later, now he just wanted to enjoy these moments with her, nothing else.

She looked at him with panic on her face, as if she had never thought about that before, when for him the deadline of her stay at his home has been present in his thoughts on most of his nights.  

“Don– don’t fall in love with me,” she asked him with sadness, her eyes filling with tears, which he quickly wiped away with his thumbs.

“I think it’s a little too late for me, Piccola,” he put their faces close again, and smiled at her. “But it’s okay, I’m a big boy. I can handle a broken heart,” he caressed her cheeks with his hand. “And you still can save yourself if you want.” She put her hands on his, staring at his eyes.

“It’s too late for me as well,” she replied, and then leaned to kiss him again.

He had talked with his parents, and it was the most awkward thing he had ever done, because he never talked to them about girls and stuff like that, but he had promised Luna he would do it and so he did. His dad had been diplomatically calm about it. They weren’t really close, as his father had wanted him to follow his steps in diplomacy, and Matteo had decided to make his mayor in musical production, but they understood each other very well, so his father was able to see right away that he wasn’t just messing around, that he was serious about his feelings for her. His mother, on the other hand, was more worried about it. What would Luna’s parents think about it? She was a guest in their house, they spent a lot of time alone there, so the couple could think that he had taken advantage of her and the situation.

Matteo had to reassure her a couple of times that it hasn’t been what had happened, that they couldn’t avoid feeling that way about each other even if they tried, and she finally got to understand. But there had to be rules while they were inside the house, and he gladly accepted all of them, just to be able to be together with Luna.

They had broken all of them, but his mom didn’t have to know that.

In that moment they were in his bedroom, they had decided to hang out there, watch a movie together, but she had fallen asleep at some moment so he just turned off the movie and put his laptop on his lap to start working on a composition he had to present for his mayor, using the headphones to avoid making any noise and waking her up.

This was a song he had been working on for a while, almost since the beginning of the semester, but it had to be perfect as it was the one he was going to present for his final. At some point he had been blocked with it, around the time she was avoiding him to be exact, but as soon as they started to be together it was like if all his blocks had evaporated. He had never been so creative, like he had found his very own muse, as his best friend liked to point out every time he mentioned said phenomenon in front of him.

He spent what felt like hours going again and again over a piece of the song, listening it again and again, making some changes, until he felt her moving by his side and looked sideways just to find her staring at him with an amused expression. He took of his headphones and looked at her with curiosity.

“What’s so amusing?” He asked, and she smiled.

“You,” she answered, “I didn’t know you wore glasses. Finally I found another flaw of you, besides of being a snob, of course…” she teased, and he laughed.

“I only wear them so that my eyesight won’t tire when I have to work on the computer for a long time, Piccola, that’s not a flaw,” he shrugged. “And I take it from the way you are looking at me that I look even better with glasses.”

“How did I end up falling in love with such a snob?” She asked in feigned disbelief, with her cheeks turning pink.

“I’m just that irresistible, Luna,” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t let her reply to his comment, as his lips found hers right away. She kissed him back immediately, forgetting about their previous conversation, and pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt.

After a while, she broke the kiss laughing, and playfully bit his lip. “You’re impossible, Chico Fresa,” she said, with her voice full of joy. “Now, let me put this away,” she then added, taking his laptop off from his lap and leaving it on his nightstand, taking its previous placement. There would be no way for him to complain about his current situation.

“Are you taking advantage of me, Piccola?” He teased, and she looked down to him with a bright smile, her hair falling both sides of her face. She looked happy, full of life, and that made him feel as if nothing bad could ever happen in the world.

She didn’t follow the game. “If there would be any possibility of me staying here in Italy, would you tell me to take it?” she asked from one moment to another, confusing him.

“Is there any?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Answer my question,” she insisted.

He sighed. “Only if that’s what you want to do,” he finally said, looking fondly into her eyes. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why you are asking me that?” He insisted, and she shook her head.

“It’s nothing,” She bit her lip, and if that was a distraction maneuver, it worked very well. “Right now, I just want to have a made out session with my boyfriend before his parents arrive home, is that too much to ask?” she asked, suggestively. He smiled widely.

“Who are you, and what did you do with my Piccola?” He asked, and she just tilted her face in response. “Ok, let me take these off,” Matteo took his hand to his glasses to remove them, but she stopped him.

“No, they will stay right where they are,” she ordered.

He was going to do a really great comment about her having a fetish for glasses, he really was, but right in that moment her lips found his and he decided the joke was not worth spoiling the moment, so he just send it to the archive of good jokes to use in future occasions, and put his hands on her face to keep her closer, kissing her back with equal desire, to seize the time they had before his parents arrived.

There goes one broken rule.

He got home late that night. His best friend had invited him to go watch the game with him on his house, and he couldn’t say no, he had already done that dozens of times to spend his afternoons with Luna.

The first thing he noticed while opening the front door were the kitchen lights on, so he walked there thinking her mom had stayed up waiting for him to arrive, finding his girlfriend instead, looking for something to eat in the refrigerator. He leaned against the door frame and stared at her without her noticing.

“You didn’t have to wait for me awake,” he said. She jumped.

“Matteo, you scared me!” she said, resting her hand on her chest.

He laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t know I was so ugly,” he joked, and then walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing awake so late, anyway? I thought you would be already sleeping at this hour,” he added, leaning to leave a kiss on her forehead.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she confessed and shrugged when he asked why. “I– I have something to show you.” She said, and went to the counter, taking a manila folder he hadn’t noticed that was above it, handing it over to him. “Read this,” she asked, and so he did.

«Signorina Luna Valente» He read, calmly, taking a seat on one of the high chairs next to the counter. «Abbiamo il piacere di informarvi che avete i requisiti necessari per essere beneficiato con una borsa di studio per proseguire gli studi all'università…» He stopped reading, and read those words and those that followed again and again, before looking at her in disbelief, not sure about what he should say about these news, too shocked to think coherently.

“This– When did–?” For the first time ever Matteo Balsano was speechless. “This says that you applied for a scholarship to stay here studying in Italy, when did you–” He was still speechless.

“Do you remember the day when I asked you if you would tell me to take the opportunity to stay if it was offered to me? Well, it has been offered, and I applied.” She answered, with a soft smile, approaching his hand, and interlacing their fingers.

“And you got it.” He was still looking at the paper, not her.

“Yeah, I got it.” No response from him, he was still in shock. She did that because of him? What about her family and the amazing people she was always talking about? Her best friend who had a band and played on her favorite café all Saturdays? The shy girl she was good friends with and who talked with her about books and stuff she didn’t even understand? Was she going to leave all of that behind for him? He couldn’t let her do that, he wouldn’t forgive himself for doing so, for keeping her away from those she loved. “Aren’t you happy?” she asked, confused, when she didn’t get the response she was expecting.

“I am, but–” He sighed.

“Don’t you want me to stay?” Her voice sounded very sad, and he finally looked up to her, tightening the grip of their hands, reassuring her that’s not what he meant.

“You know I do,” he said.

“Then what’s wrong?” she asked, and he filled his lungs before putting his thoughts into words.

“I want you to stay more than anything in the world, but at the same time, I don’t want you to do this just because you want to be with me. It’s your future after all… and you already miss your family, and your friends, how could I keep you away from them? I would hate to be years away from my family and friends.” He rubbed his neck with his free hand. She bit her lip, and then smiled.

“That’s a very Chico Fresa thing to say.” She rolled her eyes. “Not everything is about you, snob.” Her smile let him know she was just teasing, so he smiled at her as well. “Yes, on the one hand there are my family, my friends, and I am not so fond of being so far away from them for so long. But, on the other hand, staying with you could be the best thing to ever happen to me,” she stopped him with a movement of her hand before he could say anything, so he would let her finish. “And not only that, the scholarship is something that I never thought that could happen to me, an unique opportunity I was afraid to apply for just because I hadn’t find anything here that made feel at home, but you do that, you make me feel at home.”  

“Luna…” he whispered, moved by her words.

“I feel at home when I’m with you, Matteo,” she muttered. “Yes, I would like to go back to my country and spend time with my family and friends. I miss them a lot. But, is that really my home? Isn’t your home the place where your heart is?” she caressed his face with one of her hands. “My heart is here with you, so this place is home now. I’m at home.” He felt his heart speeding up. He was feeling so many things for her, he didn’t know how to express them, and so he just leaned for a soft kiss across the kitchen counter that she gladly responded to.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked with his lips over hers and she smiled.

“More than sure,” she gave him a small peck on his lips.

“What about your family and friends? Are they okay with your decision?” He rubbed their noses, and she smiled. “Have you talked with them?”

“Are you trying to make me change my mind?” she teased.

“No, I’m just making sure they are not hating me right now for keeping you away from them for more than three years,” he murmured, and she caressed his face.

“They will miss me, but they understand this is what I want, so they support me.” She looked at him with her green eyes filled with enthusiasm, and he couldn’t help but feel enthusiastic as well. “And they don’t hate you… but Simon, my best friend, asked me to tell you that if you break my heart he would take the first flight here and hunt you down,” she told him, and he laughed.

“I’m pretty sure those weren’t his words.”

She made a grimace. “No, those weren’t his exact words.” They both laughed. “I will also have to find a place to stay, I can’t stay with your parents…”

“My mom would let you.” He was sure about that.

“But I don’t want to be a load for your family for three whole years, and this scholarship has nothing to do with the Host Family program, it wouldn’t be fair to them if I stayed here. They would pay for the cost of a room, I just need to find someone who is looking for a roommate, and that’s it, we could still meet around.” He smiled widely.

“Well, I’m looking for a roommate,” he said, suggestively.

“Matteo, I’m serious. I can’t stay in this house for that long.”

“No, I’m not talking about here,” he shook his head. “I was considering moving into a place on my own at the beginning of the year, but I changed my mind because… well, I just decided to stay around for a while,” the real reason had a name and a beautiful pair of green eyes, and was staying at the room next to his on his parent’s place. The truth is, he had forgotten he wanted to move since the moment they bumped into each other at the airport. “But I’m pretty sure I will need a new place for the next semester, and a roommate would be much help to pay the rent,” he shrugged.  

She bit her lip, “I will think about it,” she finally replied within a couple of minutes.

“Does that mean yes or no?” He had never been a patient person.

“It means I’m going to think about it,” Luna laughed and gave him a peck on his lips. “Now I have to sleep, see you tomorrow,” she added, taking her letter and making her way up the stairs, and he looked at her until she disappeared from his field of vision. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but right there, in that exact moment, he couldn’t be happier.

#lutteoficweek #Soy Luna #Lutteo #Lutteo Fanfic #Soy Luna Fanfic #Luna Valente #Matteo Balsano #It has been a blast being part of the Lutteo Ficweek #I did it! #Written by Me #HostFamilyAU

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you got my heart (i don’t want it back)

A/N: So I have been writing this one-shot for a while now while battling writer’s block, dealing with my final weeks of school, etc. And now that it’s finally finished, I still have a lot of doubts about posting it, because I’ve never done it before and it’s quite scary, if I’m being honest. However, I love being part of this fandom and Soy Luna has truly been a light in the dark for me, so despite my insecurities … here it is.

Also, it’s a bit AU-ish, I suppose, and the title is from “Don’t Want It Back” by Sabrina Carpenter.

Summary: Since when did Luna’s feelings for Matteo get so complicated?

Word count: 5.4k (was originally meant to be like, 2k, lol …)

It starts with the smallest of gestures; lingering looks across the room, a reassuring hand on the small of her back when the two of them are in a crowd, smiles and nods that are reserved just for her, soft spoken words of encouragement and pride that no one else but she can hear.

She doesn’t think much of it at first – why would she? They’re just friends, and the things he does are what friends do. And this feeling she gets in his presence, it’s also completely platonic.

Right?

Once she starts to actually contemplate it, she has to admit that the feeling is different from any other she’s ever felt before. She can’t recall how or when, but it’s like a switch has been turned on, like she’s suddenly stepping out from a shadow into blinding sunlight. A lighted path is leading her into Matteo’s direction, and if she closes her eyes she can imagine him with his arms open wide, waiting for her.

She smiles, still not exactly sure why, but it’s nice, nevertheless.

/

He’s appearing in her dreams more often than before – something she never thought would even be possible. They are always the same: it’s just the two of them, sitting close while the rest of the world is a blur, talking with their hands intertwined. (Although she can’t recall anything from the conversation afterwards when she’s awake.)

And they always end the same; with him telling her the only words she seems to remember, a serious expression on his face, “Luna, there’s something I want you to know.”

Naturally, she wakes up before she can hear the rest.

/

The worst part is that he affects her even in his absence. She sees him everywhere she goes, in everything she sees. Every song reminds her of his smooth voice, every warm ray of sunshine on her skin is achingly similar to the sensation of his eyes on her.

People around her have also started to notice that something is different. Her mother is worried she doesn’t get enough sleep since she always looks so tired, Nina keeps giving her questioning looks every time she’s smiling to herself in class, and Simón wants to know why she can’t concentrate on, well, anything.

“Are you okay?” he asks her one day when they meet after school.

“I … I’m not sure,” she replies, shrugging but grinning wide at the same time. It’s not a lie, not really, she doesn’t know why she’s feeling like this, but since she’s enjoying it so far she doesn’t want to overthink it. Overthinking tends to ruin good things.

Simón raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask anything else.

/

Almost two weeks go by like this. Thirteen days of losing sleep, of not staying awake in class, of letting her heart magnify every single one of his movements towards her. Thirteen days of looking at Matteo and him looking back, neither of them saying anything, the air between them buzzing with this something that she can’t put into words.

/

Luna glares at the bookshelf. For several minutes she’s tried to get a book from the library that Nina told her they needed for their literature assignment. Unfortunately, it’s placed too high up for her to reach. No matter how hard she stretches out her legs, standing on the very tip of her toes, she can’t get a hold of the book, her fingers barely brushing the spine. Perhaps she should get a chair or something, or ask Nina for help.

No, that won’t be necessary, she tells herself. I know I can do this on my own.

And so she tries for what could possibly be the twentieth time and fails once again.

“Looks like you need help,” a voice to her right suggests, and Luna turns to find that it’s Matteo – of course it is – standing there with a smug look on his face; an expression she’s grown accustomed to seeing.

“What makes you think that?” she asks, unable to stop herself from smiling.

He walks up to her. “Maybe the fact that you’ve been reaching for that book for ten minutes without any success”–he grabs the book with ease and hands it over to her–“which is kind of sad, really.”

“Well, thanks, snob,” she says, holding the book close to her chest, her heartbeat picking up its pace. He’s been watching her? “The next time I need a tall person to grab something for me I’ll come for you.”

“Anything for you, delivery girl,” he laughs.

Oh dear. That smile of his is so captivating. She can’t look away. How does she keep finding herself in these situations? How come he’s always there to help her even when she hasn’t asked him to? It has to be one of her favorite things about their relationship – that he’s always there when she needs him the most.

Somewhere in a dark corner of her mind, a voice murmur something so startling that it jolts her back to reality. When she realizes that while she’s let her thoughts wander, she’s been staring at Matteo, her face quickly heats up.

“So …” She pauses for a few seconds, her mouth gone dry. “… are you going to the rink after school?”

He nods. “Of course. We have team practice. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about that.”

She blinks. “Oh … N-no. No, I haven’t.” But it’s too late, because Matteo’s grinning again, and she has to laugh at him for being such a dork – and at herself for being so predictable and easily read, apparently. “Well, I should get back to Nina. She must be wondering where I am.” She turns around to leave. “See you on the rink,” she says to him over her shoulder.

“Bye, Luna.”

/

She should spend the walk to Jam & Roller mentally preparing herself for practice, but Matteo is once again stuck in her head (correction: he never left in the first place) and now she can’t escape that scary voice from earlier that she so desperately tried to ignore.

You like him, it whispers softly, slowly, on the verge of rationally. Don’t try to deny it.

Starting to feel dizzy, she stops to sit down on a bench, putting her face in her hands. Maybe she’s getting sick or something. Maybe it has nothing to do with him.

(She’s never been good at fooling herself.)

/

Upbeat music is playing through the speakers, everyone’s in a good mood, and even Nina, who usually sits on the bleachers or in the café with a book in her hands, is at the moment leaning against the railing, chatting with Jim and Yam. Ramiro seems to be trying to convince the other boys to incorporate some odd hip-hop move into the choreography, which isn’t going that well if the expressions on their faces are anything to go by.

Luna smiles, glad that everyone’s having fun. It took a while to get up from that bench in the park, but she managed to get to Jam & Roller in time. No one seemed to notice that she’d just had some sort of mini-breakdown, and that’s fine with her. She doesn’t want to worry them.

Now, when she’s out on the rink, eagerly waiting in a corner for practice to begin, she does her best to keep her eyes off Matteo. One quick glance at him and she might lose control of the hurricane growing inside of her.

To get rid of some energy (and to ease her nerves), she decides to do a couple of the easier steps from the routine. She stops after a twirl, only to find Matteo standing right in front of her.

“You okay, delivery girl?” he asks casually, though there’s a hint of concern in his voice.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replies. Her mouth has gone dry again and there’s this strange sensation in her stomach, similar to an ache but much more pleasant.

“You just looked so …” He pauses and skates around her once, searching for the right word. “… spaced-out.”

She blinks, having forgotten how to speak. Matteo’s expression grows more serious when she doesn’t respond.

“Luna?”

“I–” Why can’t she say anything? When has she ever had a problem with being speechless? And with Matteo, out of all people? He’s so close that she can’t help but be a bit too aware of what his presence does to her. So close that she has to tear her eyes away from his. “I–I’m fine,” she stutters.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, still not meeting his gaze. “Yeah.”

“Has something happened? You were acting kind of strange earlier, too.”

“Is that so?” It sounds like she’s got something stuck in her throat.

Matteo gently lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him. His dark eyes are as serious as his voice. “Luna, if you have any problems, you know you can count on me, right?”

Her brain has stopped working, overwhelmed by his proximity and touch. If she’s supposed to say something that will assure him, she has no idea what it is.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence in their little bubble and bursts it, causing Matteo to drop his hand. She can’t help but note how her heart disapproves of the loss of contact.

“Okay, everyone, time for practice!” Tamara shouts as she enters the rink, as enthusiastic as ever.

They join the others, not looking at each other, and she knows that there’s no going back now. She can’t smother this feeling anymore. Once the realization has fully dawned on her it’s impossible to push it back into the darkness and live blissfully in obliviousness like before.

She’s in love with Matteo.

/

It takes her one day and a half to muster up the courage to tell Nina. Having it all bottled up inside has done her no good and she could really use a friend’s perspective on the whole situation, so she calls Nina after she’s closed her bedroom door and changed into her pajamas.

Nina picks up almost immediately. “Hi, Luna. Is everything alright? It’s getting kind of late.”

She hums in agreement and lies down on her bed. She just can’t believe she’s actually going to tell her best friend that she has feelings – romantic feelings – for Matteo. She’s never felt like this before, but it’s the only logical answer to all of this. (Although love and logic seldom have anything to do with each other.)

“I–Nina, I don’t know how I should put this, but …” she starts off, hesitant. “I think … No, wait, I don’t think I–” A nervous laugh escapes her lips. This is harder than she expected it to be.

“Luna. Relax. Take a deep breath.”

She obeys, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Then, “I like Matteo.”

For a moment, it’s silent on the other end. Luna counts from one to three in her head at least four times before Nina makes a noise that resembles a giggle.

“I was kind of wondering when you’d admit it,” she says.

Well, that was not the reaction she anticipated. Then her brain actually processes the words. “Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

“No. No, no, no. You must have been imagining things. Matteo doesn’t like me like that. I’m just a friend to him.”

“Yeah, sure, if you say so,” Nina comments. If Luna didn’t know her friend so well she’d say that Nina is rolling her eyes at the objection, not believing it for a second.

“Nina, I mean it. There’s nothing between us,” she insists, frowning. Saying it out loud hurts, but she can’t live on false hope – it’s a very treacherous road to walk on. One sliver of reality getting in her way and she’ll be lost.

There’s a sound of paper rustling in the background, and Nina says, “Trust me, Luna. Matteo doesn’t see you as ‘just a friend’. He looks at you like … like it’s you that turns night into day, like you’re the one in charge of putting the sun in the sky.”

Luna can’t believe her ears. As much as she’d like Nina’s incredibly poetic words to be true she can’t let herself get too hopeful.

Yes, Matteo has been acting more affectionate lately, and there are moments when they do nothing except looking into each other’s eyes and it feels like everything is somehow being said in their silence. In those moments, the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters, is the small space between them and the aching want it awakens in her.

But what if she’s just misreading his actions? What if her rose-tinted vision is blinding her from seeing the truth?

On the other hand, she’s always been an optimist. “Do you really believe that?”

“Yes.”

That answer is more than enough. Luna knows that she can trust Nina, that she can rely on her honesty. They talk some more for about ten minutes before saying goodbye and Luna stares at the screen for a minute or two. Sending him a message would be so easy, yet it feels like the hardest thing to do. What would she even write?

In the end, she puts the phone down with a small sigh and turns off the light.

/

“Luna, there’s something I want you to know.”

It’s only four in the morning when she wakes up with a slight jolt, Matteo’s words still ringing in her ears. She sits up, and for a while she does nothing but stares out into the darkness of her bedroom, her heart beating like crazy.

She’s always had very vivid dreams, but this is getting ridiculous. It’s already too much to have Matteo occupying her mind during the day. Why does he have to appear in her dreams and interrupt her nights too?

How would he react if she told him about this, about the dreams she’s having and the emotions she’s experiencing? Would he just laugh it off or would he believe her?

Does he feel the same?

She shakes her head vigorously, as if the motion could get rid of the thought. What happened to her optimism? For a moment she considers screaming into her pillow to release some frustration. Instead, she lies back down, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Then another one.

It doesn’t matter if Matteo feels the same or not; their friendship is too important to her – she can’t risk destroying it by dropping a bomb like this on him. She has no clue on how he would react, but the chances of him reciprocating her feelings are not very high.

But what if he does? asks a small voice from deep inside her – hope.

(God, she’s way too tired for these kind of questions.)

Eventually, her need of sleep gets stronger than her fear of having the same dream all over again, and she falls asleep, more confused than ever.

/

Her parents constantly encourage her to follow her dreams (how literally they want her to take that advice, she’s not sure of, but whatever), so that’s exactly what she’s going to do.

With a newfound bravery, she gets early to Jam & Roller the next day – two hours before practice is scheduled to start – and spends forty-five minutes by the bar, chatting with Pedro (who’s on an early shift). Despite working, he lets her talk about whatever comes to her mind, which is pretty much anything. She can’t help but feel anxious for what she’s going to do once Matteo shows up. Just imagining it makes her all jittery. Nevertheless, the hope she felt last night has won over her doubts, and now there’s excitement coursing through her veins.

Pedro pats her on the shoulder. “Whatever you’re nervous about, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” she replies and laughs, mostly at herself for being nonsensical.

It gets somewhat easier when Simón arrives. His company never fails to make her lighten up, and today seems to be no exception. He greets her with a big smile and a quick hug. Luckily for her, his cheerfulness successfully calms her down (even if it’s likely that it’s only temporary).

Pedro mentions something that concerns the band and the two of them start talking about some upcoming event that she’s never heard of before. Grateful for the distraction, however, she tries her hardest to focus on what they are saying without actually participating in the conversation. That way, she’s got something to think about that doesn’t involve Matteo.

One after one, the others start to drop in, until Matteo and Gastón are the only ones missing. With ten minutes to go before practice begins, she can’t hear any of the conversations taking place around her, her full attention solely on the entrance.

A faint ping comes from her pocket and she pulls out her phone, its display announcing a new message from Nina.

Have you decided what you’re going to do about Matteo?

Releasing a small sigh, she starts typing several different replies (most of them ending with multiple question marks) and deleting them all before settling with a plain “i don’t know”.

I think you should tell him, reads the next message. He deserves to know.

And then, immediately after, there is another one:

He might surprise you.

Luna reads the message over and over again. Surprise her? In what way? God, she really doesn’t need Nina’s cryptic words right now. She has nearly come up with a reply she’s content with when a voice – most likely Ámbar’s, going by the irritated tone – exclaims:

“Ah, so now is a good time for you to show up?”

She looks up from her phone and sees the two guys that have just entered the room: Matteo and Gastón.

As soon as her eyes land on Matteo she swears she can physically feel her heart squeeze in her chest. He’s wearing a nice, dark blue button-up shirt, and his laugh is so carefree, so genuine, when he talks with Gastón that Luna wants to look away. Except that she can’t.

Gastón is the one to respond to Ámbar, taking her comment lightly with a shrug. He gives the group some sort of explanation, though Luna loses track somewhere after “… five minutes left, so technically we were on time …”, since she has turned her attention towards Matteo.

It only takes a few seconds until he notices her, and when he does, the corners of his mouth lift. It’s a new kind of smile; different from the one he just had while laughing with his best friend, less dopey and more unsure. (If it wasn’t Matteo “the most humble guy in the world” Balsano – according to himself, obviously – she’d say it’s almost shy, which is weird, because she can’t recall he’s ever looked shy before.)

And just like that, her plans evaporate. She looks away, already feeling her cheeks getting warmer. She was so confident this morning, certain that she would confess to him without any difficulties, that everything would somehow work out just fine – how silly of her.

She’s not an insecure person, not at all, but she hasn’t forgotten that not too long ago, she firmly believed they were just too different to work. All those times she denied the possibility of their relationship developing into something else, how she always would say ‘no’ when Simón asked if she felt anything for Matteo or when Nina hinted at them being a pair. As disheartening as it is to imagine it, that could very well be how Matteo views their relationship.

Maybe he can’t picture himself with her, even though so many things have changed with time, including them.

/

Practice goes smoothly; the routine is almost perfected by now. It’s such a relief to be in a place as good as this when the competition is still far away in the future. Tamara showers them with compliments, telling them how amazing they all are and how well they’re doing.

As always, skating is a great way for Luna to take her mind off things, and at the moment she definitely needs to put away her messy feelings towards Matteo – if only for a few minutes.

At one point (when Tamara is too distracted talking with Ámbar and Simón to notice) he pulls her to the side to ask if she’s okay. Luna does her best to act normal, but her “of course” is so far away from convincing that she immediately feels bad about not telling him the truth. Lying doesn’t sit right with her. It never has.

Matteo just keeps looking at her, like he’s expecting her to continue.

“I mean it,” she says. “Now, can we focus on the choreography?”

He shrugs. “I guess so.”

Normally, skating with Matteo is undeniably a rewarding experience; they move together with an ease that she has hard to find with anyone else, every movement of hers fitting perfectly with his. Today is the complete opposite. They can’t seem to get in sync, and frankly, it’s starting to get on her nerves.

“Matteo,” she pleads when he misses a step by a few seconds. “Please.”

He shoots her a look that she can’t read. He doesn’t reply, he doesn’t explain. He doesn’t speak at all. Even a pretentious smirk and a “it’s you, delivery girl, that has trouble keeping up with the king of the rink” would be better than this.

“Fine,” she huffs. “I’m going to take a break.” She turns her back to him and skates off to the railing to pick up her water bottle. She uncaps it, takes a few sips, a small frown on her face as the questions spin around in her head.

What is happening? Why is he acting like this?

/

She has begun walking home through the park when a voice behind her calls her name.

“Luna!”

She turns around to see Matteo catching up to her, his breath irregular like he’s been running.

“Yes?” She raises her eyebrows when he doesn’t elaborate. “Got something to say, snob?”

“Yeah, I …” He pauses for a second or two, his eyes scanning their surroundings. “Can we sit down?” He nods towards a bench not too far away.

“Okay.”

They sit down and Luna tries not to notice how Matteo’s breathing slowly goes back to its normal state. Apart from that, he’s so quiet it’s uncanny. While she waits for him to break the silence, she twists the rings on her fingers, every cell of her body sensing that something is about to change.

When it doesn’t seem like he’ll speak up anytime soon, she clears her throat. “So, Matteo, what did you have to say to me? It must be important, since you were running and all that.”

“It is.” He pauses briefly and Luna folds her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry for earlier,” he continues. “I was behaving like a complete idiot. The thing is, I’ve wanted to talk with you about something for a while now, but there’s never been a good time. And lately, you’ve been sort of, uh, distracted – more than usual, that is – so I’ve been even more apprehensive about saying it, because it looks like you’re dealing with something, and it’s not like I have anything to do with it, so …”

“Matteo,” she says when he takes another pause, “what are you trying to–”

He takes her hand in his, which causes a small gasp to slip out of her. As their fingers intertwine, a dozen questions pop up in her head and she looks up at him, wide-eyed. He meets her gaze steadily, a look in his eyes that she instantly recognizes – she’s seen it almost every night for more than two weeks now, after all.

“Luna,” he says, “there’s something I want you to know.”

Did he just …?

She swallows hard. Blinks. Opens her mouth and closes it again. She’s about to say his name when his following revelation makes every comprehensible thought in her brain disappear.

“I’m in love with you.”

He states it so certainly, so boldly, like it’s a fact he’s known his whole life. His eyes, however, betray his steady voice: his words may sound confident, but he’s not. Confessing his feelings like this wasn’t easy for him, because being this straightforward makes him vulnerable – and he hates it. He hates how weak and insecure it makes him feel, how dumb it is that he can’t be honest about his true emotions without doubt creeping in. He likes to put up a front, to be someone who doesn’t care what other people think of him, and he’s slowly getting there, but there’s still some way to go.

Several minutes could have gone by before she remembers that he’s probably waiting for some sort of response.

“With me?” she whispers then, her voice barely audible.

The vulnerability in his eyes seems to vanish at that and he smiles softly, his hand tightening its grip on hers. “The one and only Luna Valente.”

“But I …” She can’t believe this is happening. She shakes her head, a laugh building up inside. “But I feel the same way about you.”

Matteo’s smile only grows bigger. “Took you long enough.” It sounds like his usual teasing, but his face is so soft, so full of love, that it sends shivers down her spine.

“That’s why I’ve been acting so weird,” she explains. “One day I just felt different about you. At first I didn’t understand what it was. All I really knew was that you were just being yourself and that it suddenly made me feel … all sorts of things.” She goes silent, and then quickly adds, in a lower voice, “You made me a bit nervous.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” he replies. “You make me nervous, too. In a good way.”

“Really?” She laughs. “Wow. I never thought I would hear those words coming from you.”

“And yet, you just did.” He looks down at their hands and then at her face again, a small motion that creates butterflies in her stomach. “It’s the truth, then? You’re in love with me?”

“I just told you I am.”

“Actually, you didn’t use your own words. I want to hear you say it.”

They look at each other for what seems to be an eternity, neither of them uttering a word. Luna does her best to resist breaking eye contact, because even though she can sense her face getting hotter and a blush coloring her cheeks, she doesn’t want to take her eyes off him.

He definitely knows how to make me nervous, she muses.

He knows how to make her feel appreciated and strong and safe, too. He might act like a snob every now and then, but he’s a deeply compassionate person, thoughtful and perceptive. Luna can’t even count all the times he’s been there for her and said exactly what she needed to hear. She’s come to rely on his presence in her life so much that she can’t even picture it without him.

And so she finds herself in another new situation, a turning point; putting one foot out into the great unknown as the remaining fragments of fear are crumbling into dust. Because just like Matteo is the source of all these unfamiliar emotions, he has given her the courage to act on them as well. It’s scary, absolutely terrifying, but now that he’s right in front of her, patiently waiting, there’s no other way she want this to go.

Her head is still devoid of coherent thoughts and the butterflies in her stomach are whirling around like they’re caught in a storm, but the words roll easily off her tongue: “I’m in love with you too, Matteo.”

He lights up, eyes sparkling with happiness and relief and that shyness she detected in his smile back at Jam & Roller. “Does that mean I can kiss you now?”

Huh?

Oh.

One hundred percent certain she won’t be able to use her voice, she nods. Her response might come off as bit too eager, though, because Matteo chuckles, clearly amused at her reaction. He lets go of her hand so that he can cup her face with both of his, and as he leans in closer, Luna takes a shaky, uneven breath, and closes her eyes in anticipation. Their lips touch (finally, finally), making her heart sigh deeply. It’s so sweet and so gentle and so, so different from what she imagined kissing Matteo would be like, but the thought of what she had imagined gets lost somewhere in the void as her mind goes blank once again.

/

(Afterwards, she tries to speak, but all that comes out is a messy, incomplete sentence of absolute nonsense that makes them both laugh, two wide grins mirroring each other, the nervousness and insecurity fading away like footprints in the sand being wiped off the shore by the ocean.)

/

The sun is setting, painting everything in a lovely spectrum of warm, golden colors. They walk towards the house and Luna glances up at Matteo, inwardly marveling at the way he looks in the light of the sunset. Even though they’ve been a couple for nearly half a year, she still has to remind herself that it’s real, that it’s not just another dream. Though it’s hard to find any reason not to believe it, since it’s been pretty much the same except with a lot of kissing and handholding and hugging and all that mushy romantic stuff.

“Thanks for walking me home, snob,” she says as they stop at the door.

He puts his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. “The pleasure’s all mine, delivery girl,” he replies.

He leans in and Luna, who knows more than well what his intention is, pulls back a couple of centimeters.

“Matteo, my mom called me twice on the way home. It’s getting late and my parents are probably going to step out of this door any minute now,” she tries to warn him, though her words don’t exactly have the desired effect when they are followed by a small laugh.

He raises an eyebrow, challenging her to pull away completely. When she doesn’t (because why would she?), he just smirks triumphantly and closes the gap between them.

It’s rather funny, she thinks, how his kisses still make her heart flutter in her chest. Despite all the time that has gone by, she hasn’t gotten used to them yet. Everything around them – the gentle breeze, the birds chirping in the trees, the distant noise of a passing car – disappears as she kisses him back. When they break away, she waits a few seconds before opening up her eyes, because there is one more thing that is still very new to her.

When she meets his gaze, there’s this look on his face; like he’s admiring something inexplicably beautiful, like he’s holding onto something incredibly precious. Knowing Matteo and his sentimental soul, it’s probably true.

How she ever could have doubted his feelings for her is a mystery. It’s so evident now, looking into his eyes and finding his heart.

“What are you smiling about?” Matteo asks. “Is it because I am such a good kisser?” he adds, one corner of his mouth turned up in a teasing half-smile.

Not wanting to dignify that joke with an answer, she rolls her eyes. What a dork. Instead, she says, “You just make me so happy, you know.” She beams up at him, feeling like the setting sun; all glowing and warm and peaceful. “So, so, so happy.”

He raises a hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face. “Really?”

“Mhm,” she hums, biting her lower lip.

“Glad to hear it,” he mumbles.

They should say goodbye. She should get inside so that she can face the inevitable: her parents all worried and ready to interrogate her. It’s unavoidable. But she doesn’t want to go. Not yet.

Even though the image of the door being ripped open by her mother (or worse, her father) while she’s kissing Matteo goodnight is more than nightmare-ish, she decides to go for it. Feeling braver by the second, she grabs his collar with one hand, pulling his face closer to hers, which makes him chuckle.

“I thought you said–”

“I know what I said, snob.”

And with that, she puts her lips on his to shut him up.

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#5

I just saw a mutual I hadn't seen posting in a long time. When we used to talk, they were going through a tough time. I worried about you but didn't dare to message. I'm happy to see you're alive and seems okay

0 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 19:37:04 GMT

#4

Oi lembra de mim

Oiiee claro KKK que icon lindo

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 16:40:30 GMT

#3

The Fall

Soy Luna Ficweek 2021

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Day 2

Prompt: “I scraped my knee and now you’re fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg, I will kick you.”

Summary: Benício's stubbornness had real consequences. Emília got hurt because her partner is stupid but she can't help but feel her heart racing.  

Warning: blood

Genre: fluff (?) Benício is one of the main characters so you decide what it means

Pairing: Emília x Benício

"Benício, slow down." I heard Juliana yelling from the corner of the rink, but my partner didn't seem to do so keeping the same pace. "Your hand is too high." He ignores her again, not moving his hand on my hip. The next step of this choreography is a lift which wouldn't work because his hands are in the wrong place. I slide away before the next point.

"You need to listen to Juliana." Benicio stared at me in disbelief as if I betrayed him with only a phrase.

"What? Are you crazy? You're telling me to listen to Juliana?" Defensive as always, I wouldn't give in to his stupidity, I set my hands on my hips clearly ready for the confrontation. "She is just picking on me, Emília."

"No, she's right. You won't be able to lift me if you don't keep a steady pace or hold me the right way." He scoffed and looked away. My partner has to be the cockiest person alive. His eyes weren't on me exactly, staring past me, I followed his eyesight line until it landed on Ámbar, he was waiting for reaction to decide on his next act, but Ámbar didn't show anything, she was just watching. 

I'm more than sure Ámbar knows Benício's feelings for her better than Simón's, she wouldn't believe the guitarist could forgive her but knew exactly what Benício expected from her and she wouldn't give him. Benício is too stupid for not noticing Ámbar didn't and won't move on from Simón. I wondered daily if he really liked her or just the idea of having Ámbar.

Benício is complicated, not in a good way, you don't want to stick around to solve his puzzle, learn his cracks, and how to put it all together. He's complex in the sense that you're left guessing why you are still around him, what makes you stay with him. That's where I find myself right now. He's my best friend in Buenos Aires, but why do I trust him?

"Maybe you're not a partner on my level." His voice filled with poison, he knew it would hurt. Pouring alcohol on an open cut. His eyes weren't even on me, focusing on Ámbar. 

"No! You're not on Emília's level, you won't be near mine." She rejected him, nothing new, Benício didn't show surprise. "Hear Juliana." The coach stayed quiet the whole time, she is used to his mood already, he's unbearable when he's like this. 

"Are you done, Benício? From the start." Juliana says not waiting for his answer, counting down before playing the song.

My partner is completely oblivious to what we said, or that's what he wants us to believe. I know him too well, he's putting this as a show to prove his right even when he's wrong. He makes the same mistakes again, switching between rhythm, at a second slowing down to spin then speeding up for our moves together. When he holds me again, his left hand is placed between my back and hips but not on any of them. If that's how he wants to play, I'll accept his lead. 

Until 10 seconds for the lift:

1… He won't be able to lift me at this speed. 2,3… Turning around to face him, I should let go of him. 4,5… His eyes shine with determination, I could trust him. I lowered my kees getting ready. 6,7… His grip on me gets stronger. 8,9… It'll work, pulling myself forward I repeat these words. 10… It's too late to get away, I'll fall.

At first, the lift began as expected, Benício held me high, above his head. A clean move. My legs were at a good height. My right hand pinned to his shoulder while I made the moves I trained so many times before, I watched my fingers moving to make sure it was what I practiced with Juliana but I felt Benício's hands tighten around me, when I looked down at his arms were shaking, and then one of his skates kicked the ground, I immediately prepared myself for the fall, placing my arms around my head and spun to my side. 

Benício fell on my legs making me hit the ground harder, the bruises would color my right side later, I felt my hand get hot and swollen. Although it hurt, my first instinct after remembering how I fell is checking on Benício, his head lying on my thigh, he seems alright, I shake him scared because he wasn't moving. 

"Benício?" He answered to his name with a groan while sitting up. I hear Juliana and Ámbar gasp and notice blood on his neck. "You're bleeding!" He looks at me confused then touches his neck.

"No, Emília that's yours..." Ámbar says kneeling near me to help me sit, Benício softly moves my legs to look for the cut. My black skate tinted read, they were stained. Then when I moved my left leg to the side, the pain started, we found the cut on my knee. It hurt a lot but the scariest part is the blood drips, the red liquid pooling the floor under me. "I'll get the first aid kit," Ámbar warned running. Juliana said she'd help Ámbar and ask someone to clean it. Benício's arm scooped me from the floor, his arms embracing me tightly. He ran to the bleachers. He sits with me on his lap.

"Sorry." He whispers still holding me. Surprised, I tried to escape from his lap but he still held my legs, his eyes landed on mine which made me stop. He felt guilty. "You shouldn't have gotten hurt for me." I can say anything, I shouldn't have been hurt for him. "I just wanted to prove my point." I know that. "You." The last word I heard. Right after that, his hands started moving on my legs, caressing them? His fingers tracing mindless on my skin, his invisible drawing left a trail of goosebumps, his tips were cold in contrast to my temperature. He isn't aware of his acts. My heart races, my head feels lighter, the pain seems like a memory from long ago. He is much less aware of his effect on me. His hands distract her enough for me to absently listen to him, nodding to anything he is saying, probably his apologies.

My own thoughts occupied the surrounding. I accepted falling. I never accepted going on when I knew I was going to be hurt. That's called self-preservation, risking myself for someone else is not okay. This cut would prevent me from practicing at all for 2 days and no heavy training for a week, I don't have time to waste how did allow it to happen. His stupidity is the only answer, it must be contagious. 

Benício calls me getting my attention again, well getting to face him, my head still too clouded for him, I nodded. My eyes began to study his face, noting the details, he's not ugly. If it wasn't for his obsession for Ámbar, he'd be a nice person, we could've been friends with benefits or more than that.

No this again. I hate thinking about this, imagining Benício as a boyfriend seems like a distant dream, something that shouldn't belong in my head but it is a sweet and comforting scenario, Benício is her best friend in Buenos Aires, he was there for her in her brightest and darkest hours, whenever she called him. Did I accept falling not only physically but also metaphorically? Can I just like him?

It has to stop. It's not okay, he's obsessed with Ámbar.

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10 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 17:57:34 GMT

#2

Instinct

I'm so nervous for posting this for Day 3, I worry if anyone would read about Ana and Mora since they're not even secundary characters, they are just extras not in my heart but in the show, and this made it harder to write it. Anyway, it's here and I hope you like it.

Shout out to @sapphire374 for easing my worries and beta reading it 💛

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Day 3

Prompt: “Is this the second time we’ve both gotten stuck in the same elevator?”

Summary: The first time Ana and Mora got stuck in the elevator was when they stopped talking, a week later when it happens again: is it the time to rebound? or something more?

Warning: unfortunately it's not canon. Tino and Cato don't exist, they have never seen them, no one knows them in this fic

Genre: angst

Pairing: Ana and Mora a.k.a the lesbian moms

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Another silent morning in the apartment, a rare situation for Nina. From what she could remember, there has never been a quiet day home ever since they moved in. Mora's sewing machine, some random song playing as background noise, or just Buenos Aires' downtown being crowded and busy. Although she appreciated the silence, it's odd, the girl is not used to it anymore.

Now both her mom and auntie didn't exchange a word, Mora has been working on arranging some photoshoots, she woke up for lunchtime and only came back late at night, while Ana left early for her meetings then arrived at 4 pm. Seems like they had it all planned out just so they didn't have to face each other. 

Nina didn't know what happened between them but hoped it would go away soon.

Well, unexpectedly it got different from other days from the beginning. When Nina left her room, Mora was awake and making herself breakfast. The girl checked the clock again, still at 7 am.

"Good morning, cariño" Mora smiled at her while Nina approached to sit on the chair.

"Morning." She reached for the bread slowly, hesitant. Her instincts told her to move carefully. "I thought I'd only see you later." Mora laughed but it was too stiff.

"I have to drive 3 hours to check for some special fabrics I'm looking for." The redhead tried to show excitement, however, such a rush manner showed her nervousness. Nina knew it wasn't about the fabrics. As soon as the clicks sound of Ana's heels started, Mora stands up. "I really need to go. Bye, darling." And left through the door carrying her purse, phone, and keys.

"Good luck there." Nina greets her and takes Mora's plate away immediately. She'd rather not step into whatever happened. Ana comes from her room in a rush and Nina wide her eyes when her mom gets to the front door. "Mom, you can't leave without eating."

"I'm late already. Sorry, cariño. I'll be back early. Bye… Hold the door, please!" Ana fleed before Nina could react. The girl opens the door to check on them but they were already gone. 

The silence from home followed them into the elevator. None dared to look up from their phones. Mora started to tap her foot impatiently when she noticed the elevator was slow today. 

"Can you stop?" Ana asked, staring at her screen.

"Oh, good morning. Now you can see me." Mora smirked, still avoiding Ana's face, kept tapping her shoe.

"More like I can hear you. Always so noisy."

"Can you? It didn't seem like that last week." The snark got the fashion designer, she provoked back looking at Ana and waiting for a reaction but she got nothing. "Back to ignoring me. Hope Mario has a better shot talking to you than I do." The lack of response from the lawyer building up her annoyance. "Even though we live together and have been friends for a lifetime. You rather believe in him than..."

"Give me a reason," Ana said, losing her temper. The elevator stops, slowing down. "I need a plea." Walking side to side in this shiny box they were failing to realize they were trapped in.

"My instincts are not a good one. I don't trust him." Mora decided to watch her friend through the reflection, pretending to fix her hair in the mirror.

"Of course not." Ana laughed at her. "Do you think I can defend a case based on your feelings? A judge would accept it, declare him guilt for you." Her voice was cold, but the rage -boiling inside was still audible.

"You're not a judge, Ana." Turning around she steps in Ana's way, staring at her. "Ain't a case but your life." Each word was another step forward, the lawyer's back hit the wall, but she wouldn't give up on a debate, her index finger touched Mora's shoulder.

"That's exactly the problem." This time the designer was the one walking backward. "My life is never good enough for you. I can't even decide on Nina's life without you around." Mora's jaw dropped and she stuttered, with a non-comprehensible sound coming from her mouth. "Not even a boyfriend." That's the moment Ana breaks, lowering her head and resting on Mora's shoulder while the other was glued on the wall, still recovering from shook, nevertheless, she wrapped her arms around her friend's body. 

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Before the Storm

It's finally here!! The first day of 2021 Soy Luna fic week!!

It's been a few years since I last wrote a Soy Luna fic, so I took this chance to look for characters and interactions I didn't explore before.

I hope you enjoy reading it!

Day 1

Prompt: “Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve turned your entire living room into a blanket fort and I have no plan in taking it down any time soon.” 

Summary: Matteo told them he never had a blanket fort since he kept moving and his parents were too strict to let him have friends at home. Gastón and Ámbar decided to surprise him.

Warning: probably not canon accurate, they're 14

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Matteo Balsano x Ámbar Smith, Gastón

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i'm glad i even posted 5 times #now i have a top 5 lol #i'm proud of my fic week contribuition #thank you sl server for that #sorry i'm a ghost #i have few fics I hadn't post but well i don't know when they'll ever be ready

[deliverydefresas]

¿simbar con no hablaré de mi amor por favor?*se pone de rodillas*

Ahhh, lamento mucho la demora de dos meses! 

Juro que intenté escribirlo de mil maneras pero terminaba no gustándome, así que lo borraba, lo re-escribia, volvía a cambiar el plot y…. era una cosa de nunca acabar. A este punto ni siquiera estoy segura que tenga plot, honestamente xD 

Pero igual espero que sea aunque sea un poquito lo que esperabas :) 

Jamás lo haré, no hablaré de mi amor 

Eraridículo, honestamente.

Lacantidad de veces que le había dado vuelta al asunto estaba empezando amarearla. En un principio pensaba que lo que estaba sintiendo era su cerebro haciéndoleuna broma; porque, ¿en qué cabeza cabría que ella, Ámbar Smith, podría interesarse en un guitarrista de segunda como loera Simón Álvarez?

Lopeor de todo era que ni ella misma estaba segura del momento en que empezó asentirse así con el mexicano.

Sí,Tamara los puso como compañeros de patinaje. Sí, accedieron a seguirlo siendocuando el desastre andante que eran Luna y Matteo decidieron ser un equipoentre ellos. Y sí, congeniaron mucho mejor de lo que ambos esperaban hacerlo.

Caeren cuenta de qué tan bien lo hicieron fue otra sorpresa.

De saludoscordiales con la cabeza pasaron a abrazos que duraban un segundo de más, y un(ya usual) beso en la frente de parte de él. Un ‘gracias’ cuando él la atendíaen el Jam & Roller se convirtió en pláticas de treinta minutos sobre el díade ambos, que siempre terminaban con Pedro y Nico molestos, y un guiño dedespedida. Los ensayos poco a poco fueron tornándose citas de patinaje, en lasque ambos patinaban los pasos que les ocurriera y Simón cayéndose a propósitoal menos una vez para que ella se riera.

Habíansido cambios lentos, del tipo que no lo notas cuando recién empiezan, sino quete pegan en el momento más inesperado, o en su caso, hasta que alguien más telo hace saber.

En sucaso, la culpa la tenía Jazmín:

Caminabacon sus mejores amigas hacia el roller, Tino no se encontraba disponible parallevarlas; Delfi contaba la última cursilería Pedro le había hecho, cuandoJazmín se quejó de no tener un novio y empezó a parlotear sobre lo genial que sería si las tres salierancon los miembros de la RollerBand.  Ellahabía rodado los ojos, cuando logró procesar una de las frases que salían de laboca de Jazmín.

“Pero,ugh, para eso tendría que salir con Nico,y no estoy mentalmente preparada para salir con alguien con ese cabello.”

“¿Nico?”le preguntó extrañada que no mencionara a Simón.

“Obvio,porque Delfi tiene a Pedro y vos a Simón, así que sólo queda él, ugh, no.” Jazmín le respondió, arrugandosu nariz en desagrado.

Ámbarvolteó a ver a Delfi, quien rodaba sus ojos a los comentarios, antes dereplicar, “Simón y yo somos nada, Jazmín.”

Lasusodicha bufó, “todavía no son algo,dirás. Ustedes dos actúan más cómo novios que cualquier otro par de ‘amigos’.”

El corazónde Ámbar se paralizó por un segundo, pero la indignación que surgió despuéssuperó el shock, “¿qué decís, Jazmín? ¿El tinte te está afectando elcerebro? Dejá de decir estupideces.”  

Jazmíny Delfi compartieron una mirada, pero fue Delfi quien habló. “Ella tiene unpunto, Ámbar. Actúas incluso más cariñosa con él que con Matteo cuando salían… acéptalo,es bastante obvio que se tienen onda.”

Lamirada gélida de Ámbar pudo haber congelado hasta a un oso polar, “no voy aaceptar algo que no es verdad.”

Esedía, en vez que seguir caminando hacia el Roller con ellas, pidió un taxi a lamansión.

Suconversación parecía tener replay enel playlist de su cerebro, su nivel de concentración fue nulo toda la noche. Enalgún punto entre su tarea de geometría y de historia, el simple mensaje detexto que había recibido por parte de Simón fue suficiente para que le cayera el veinte, como una vez habríaexpresado él.

“¿Estásbien, bonita? Se te extrañó por acá 😊”

Nohace falta decir que no pudo dormir toda la noche.

De esoya hacían tres semanas, que le fueron suficiente para saber que no sólo sus manierismoshabían cambiado con él, sino que, a este punto, Simón se había convertido en lapersona que más entendía sus ánimos. Y a la que ella conocía más, también.

Reconocíacuando estaba frustrado, porque no paraba de quitarse su estúpidamente adorablebeanie para pasar sus dedos por su cabello; cuando se encontraba triste tomabamás agua de lo normal, su cabeza quedaba medio cabizbaja, sin querer mirarla alos ojos; cuando la emoción de felicidad era demasiada, su sonrisa aumentaba sutamaño, sus ojos brillaban y su voz cambiaba un tono más alto, riendo de todo yde nada.

Teníaque admitir que ese era su Simón favorito. El feliz, positivo, siempresonriente, Simón.

Suspiró.

Recargandosu barbilla en su mano derecha, recorrió con su mirada el casi vacío Roller.Pasaban de las siete; así que no le sorprendía que quedaran pocas personas, ysólo le quedaba esperar a que Lunita terminara por hoy.

Podríahaber llamado a Tino para que la recogiera, pero Simón la había convencido deque molestarlo dos veces para venir a recogerla a ella y a Luna por separado cuandolas dos podrían irse juntas sería eso, una molestia. Así que cuando terminó depatinar con él, se quitó los patines y pidió un jugo para ver si así la hora deespera pasaba más rápido. Él se había quedado recogiendo los conos que habíanutilizado para practicar, prometiendo que esperaría con ella una vez que loshubiera guardado.

Suspiróde nuevo.

“Suspiramás fuerte, así todos sabrán lo aburrida que estás.” Las palabras de Simónestaban llenas de diversión.

Ámbarbufó, “es tu culpa que esté tan aburrida. Fuiste vos quien me convenció de nollamar al idio-” se detuvo cuando él alzó sus cejas, casi en reproche, “llamara Tino para que me recogiera.”

“Puesno me siento para nada culpable, señorita bonita.” Le sonrió y, si no fuera porsu increíble control, se encontraría ruborizada hasta el cuello.

Sucorazón estaba haciendo lo que ya era costumbre: latir a una velocidad que -metafóricamentehablando-  pondría a Barry Allen verde de envidia. La sonrisa de Simón era la causa deesto, y ella lo odiaba.

Odiabaque él tuviera en sus manos su kryptonita y él ni la más remota idea tenía. Odiabaque todo apuntara a sentimientos más profundos, porque no eran nada más que unadebilidad y una puerta hacia un corazón roto.

Odiabalo insegura que eso la hacía sentir.

El amor no es nada más que un capricho, ledijo una vez su madrina.

Si no actuabaen lo que sentía, si no lo aceptaba en voz alta, si no pensaba en ello más, alo mejor poco a poco abandonaría su mente. Tal vez su madrina tenía razón, o talvez sólo era una mentira para hacerla tan infeliz como ella.

Seacual sea el caso, ahora le tocaba negar todo lo que ya había descubierto. No sepodía permitir más errores.

Enamorarsedel chico enfrente de ella era uno que no valía la pena cometer.

#simbar #simón álvarez #ámbar smith #my simbar ff #my sl ff #soy luna #sl ff #simbar ff #que es esto? ni yo sé #qué es un plot? quién sabe #son las once y media de la noche y yo estoy más cansada que un bebé #pero ahora si a concentrarme en la ficweek porque solo llevo un dia lolz #y todavía no sé si haré el bonus o no #yikes #lamento mucho que tuvieran que leer mi escritura nocturna #also pau hope you could understand a lil im so sorry

[sky-girls]

I feel like this is a good time to remind you all that simbar fic week starts next week (!!!!!!) so if you are planning on participating you probably should starts soon you can find the prompts here

#soy luna #simbar #also you could just be a mess like I am and write everything like the day before it has to be posted but don't do it #did that for lutteo ficweek and it was stressful af

[over-the-pink-moon]

Only If you want, but since the show ended, would you mind sharing your story on how you started watching Soy Luna, what were your thoughts, how you got into the fandom and how are you feeling right now? ♥

i am feeling emotional so here comes my longass story 

1. how did i get into it?I am sure i saw first time Soy luna super long ago, it had to be probably when the first season was literally just started airing in poland and i by accident came across it at disney channel. I havent watched Violetta cause i founded it as some new trash, a disgrace for our old childhood classics and when i saw now dc got some pathetic Violetta wannabe oh god i was so hating on it. I saw like few minutes of first open and my only reaction where, why these two guys are attracted to some underage, why are they even here (i meant of course luna and nina) and also the fact they were singing in spanish totally killed me. So then I realized there was something like Soy luna going on.Last year i was with my friends on vacations and we got super horrible weather and me and one of my friends were watching some random clips from old disney channel shows and then i said „omg misia, we need to check this trash that they currently air”. So we turned s01e55 i think? it was Ambars birthsday. And we were so freaking lost, like gastina and lutteo happening wtf, so we were bored and decided turn on first episode. It was so cringy. Oh god we were so laughing at the first ones and especially Simon and his valiente without words only na na na XDDD But suddenly it came first open and when we saw Mambars performance, we were dead, ultimately dead and in love. To cut story short, everyone started to hate us cause w started to marathoning it like crazy. Together we watched most of s01 and it was so beautiful. 

2. how did i got into fandom?i had a tumblr since many many years, and always loved reading fanfics. The first ones was I remember skygirls, and then from them i suddenly found akkars bitch and there are evidences of me sending my friend akkars fics with countless omggg read it. So i read the fics, then I ended s01, understood there is no s02 for me now (last year, i couldnt speak a fucking uno palabra en espanola), i got post show depression and went on holidays with my family. It was the time of ficweek 2 and i was soooo reading it. Then s02 part 2 started to air and i began to watch small clips of it in english. Barbara was the first one i talked to, then i got into fake SL accounts (that was the biggest fun of my life really) and thats how it went down and i suddenly founded myself one day in the middle of berlin with @ac-ars next to fucking pasquarelli

3. how am i feeling now?

i have literally no idea, watching the last part of sl3 was a mess, cause i was the whole time away. I watched the last ep and most Journey at the airport and only thanks to freaking one hour delay. However, I dont feel like this is the end. I think i always was here more for the memes, cast dramas, good music, fics and great people than for the plot itself. I truly cant wait for ruggeros album and chiaras ofc, i will be watching Bia (hehe or aileen) and cande still will stay here so hard not to trash self, so its a sad comma not a dot for me. (omg such metaphor)

#pointless soy luna posts by pink moon

[silver-inked]

Master List: Soy Luna

Primas: Luna & Ambar Centric

A Pair of Stars 9/9

“A pit of sorrow rang within Ambar, she could have had a family, a real one. Not Sharon and her pity excuse of love and attention, not the mere expectation of being perfect in order to fit in under this roof. Lily and Bernie would have listened to her, on those long nights when her godmother locked herself in her room for days. Or at least she would have had a “cousin” growing up, whom she could talk to. The pictures proved it.”

Luna Centric:

And The Night Gave Clarity

“ Summer in Cancun is a gift in disguise. With the whole team taking some well-earned relax time, Luna continues to struggle through her past and her new reality.”

Lutteo Centric:

She Is His Moon And The Stars 1/1

“Wearing Each Other’s Clothes”

Nunca Te Olvide 2/2

“Matteo watches Luna as she enters the Roller, she looks beautiful with her hair down and the two silver clips keeping her hair out of her face. He misses her smile, her laugh, he misses her. Luna doesn't understand Matteo, sometimes she catches him watching her, or they are caught in a casual conversation, and everything feels alright again, but then reality kicks in and she finds herself back where she started.”

I’ll Remember You 5/5

“Matteo should have a dozen different questions running through his head. Why am I here? Who am I? How did I lose my memory? But only one question resonates in his mind, who is Luna and why can he hear her voice in his head?”

Si Me Quieres Yo Te Quiero Mas 5/?

It’s been four years since Luna found out she was Sol Benson and three years since she broke up with Matteo on the bridge where they first got together. Ambar runs the Jam and Roller team now, as well as the business’ and the competitive team. When she invites Matteo and the Roller Band to play at her first organizing of the national skating competitions, Luna is forced to face the brake up, and Matteo again.

Soy Luna FicWeek 2021

Day 2: (Lutteo) “I scraped my knee and now you’re fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg, I will kick you.”

Day 3: (Lutteo) “We may or may not be hiding in a locker and we may or may not be squished against each other.”

Day 4: (road trip au, primas) “You scare me. Why? Because I tell you things I don’t even tell myself.”

Day 5: (Lutteo) “You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.“

Day 6: (road trip au, Simbar) “Take my hand. No. Look I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life.”

#ink.writes #my writing #soy luna masterlist

[sapphire374]

A Pleasant but Spontaneous Encounter

"I know we're supposed to be just roommates but you just look too damn cute in the morning and now I can't seem to get you out of my mind."

Wattpad Link 

Nina strongly grasped the paper that had written her room number for the year. Even Though, she arrived early meaning she had yet to find out who she was rooming with. Her nerves were truly at its peak when she discovered while walking into campus that the council decided to pair the girls rooms with the boys rooms. Boys… in the same dorm hallway. She already felt scared starting the new year at Oxford but now she feels uncomfortable knowing there was going to be adult males too. She wondered “what if it’s the guys who host those massive overnight parties. How on earth would I be able to study if people next door are partying all night long.” Nina had jumped into a spiral of thoughts by just overthinking everything. 

Once she arrived at her room she had the pleasure of choosing which bed she wanted since her roommate hadn’t arrived yet. She unclasped her luggage after setting it on top of the trunk and began to store her belongings in drawers, shelves and any other kind of available space in her side of the room. 

Knock-knock. Nina heard as she was hanging up her shirts in the closet. Must be her new roommate. “I’m coming,” Nina hurried as she went to the door. She’s been waiting, wanting to anxiously know who she was going to spend all year with. She grasped the door knob, turned it, and opened the door to a revealing surprise. “Gaston?!”

Both, Gaston and Nina stood there in shock looking at one another. “Nina!… Well it’s nice to see you again but how were you able to find my room and enter it. Don’t get me wrong it’s a pleasure to see you again but this feels a little creepy even though I know I’m hard to forget.”

Nina let out a small frown at his words and replied with “Gaston you really think I would do something like that. I don’t know if this is another one of your jokes but this is my room. Even though they have combined girl rooms with boy rooms in the same hallway  doesn’t mean they get to share the same rooms. Girls with girls, boys with boys.”

Gaston scratches his head and glances at his paper again. “But Nina this is my room, 2774.” 

Nina walks to her dresser, grabs her yellow slip and reads out loud “2774, how odd that’s the same number I got. We need to go speak to the director, this must be a mistake.”

Gaston is now smirking in front of Nina while she wears a questionable look towards his expressions. “Maybe we don’t have to fix this mistake. Maybe we can stay roommates and catch up on what we’ve missed. Maybe this is fate that has brought us here Nina.” 

Nina now choking on her words says, “No no no Gaston, we can’t. We would get in big trouble if I don’t say anything about this and I cannot get in trouble on my first day already. Plus it would seem fishy if they saw a boy in a year after me in the same dorm room as I am. We can always hang out and even catch up outside of the dorm but I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Gaston now making a sullen look replies with “You’re right. We should go.”

“Sorry if I seem like a buzzkill. I’m happy we met but I wasn’t expecting it to be like this.”

“Yeah me neither.”

~~~

“What do you mean we’re going to be roommates for the week. Isn’t that against the rules?” Gaston asked. “Yes it is but we’ve already implemented a system for the roommates which means all of the other rooms are taken. We’re now going to have to wait for when a spot opens up. My deepest apologies for the whole mixup by the way. Don’t worry too much though, this problem should be fixed by the end of the week,” the dean of the campus reassured them. But what if Gaston didn’t want the issue to be fixed anytime soon, what if he does want to be Nina’s roommate. Gaston’s already imagining all of the possibilities of him being able to rekindle his romance with Nina.

Wait a second. A doubt, a fearful thought entered his brain and now it can’t get out. What if Nina is still with Eric? Could that be why she didn’t want to be his roommate, could that be why she tried to brush him off and didn’t seem so excited to see him at her doorstep. Heck she didn’t even give him a hug. 

Throughout the whole meeting he couldn’t help but stare at Nina a few times. Oh how he missed her so much. The way she shuffled her feet when the room was quiet, the way how she tightly held her book in her hand whenever she was nervous, and the way how she barely spoke in conversations, overthinking what to say next. 

Seeing her reaction to the news was a scary delight to see. Gaston saw Nina’s face easily turn red when she glanced at Gaston for a few seconds. Did she hate the idea of rooming with Gaston because she doesn’t like him anymore? Gaston would just love to be a mind reader right now.

They both got up from their chairs and left the office. “So I guess I have to unpack my bags…. In our room,” Gaston breaking the five minute long silence whilst scratching his head in the awkward environment.

“I guess so. I will say though that I call dibs on an extra drawer just so I can have space for my books.”

Gaston couldn’t help but chuckle at Nina’s statement, at how Nina hasn’t changed who she was. 

“Gaston it’s not funny, you know I like to keep my books organized into different categories. Ones I haven’t read, ones I want to reread, and ones I’ve already finished but not planning to reread them anytime soon.” Nina couldn't help but giggle as well. Now Nina and Gaston were both giggling.

~~~

All day Nina tried avoiding Gaston. When she was in the library, she tried to fixate her focus into her textbooks and ignore the not so subtle glances Gaston would throw. Oh how she wishes she can have long conversations and tell him exactly how she feels, but that’s the thing she can’t. Whenever she just thinks of the idea, she chokes. Chokes and not a single word can come out afterward. She thought she has finally grown to be more confident and speak to others but with Gaston around, all of the development feels like it never happened. Before she used to feel very comfortable talking to him and now it feels like the first day she met him, scary and nerve-wracking.

While he wasn’t looking, she couldn’t help but stare and wonder how lucky fate has been to her this very moment. She finally got to see him like she has always hoped. Deep down inside, she’s never stopped loving Gaston no matter what. Just about five months ago, she finalized her decision to break up with Eric. She told him the truth, how she’s still not over Gaston. She thought she had feelings for Eric and she did but only as a friend. She pushed herself to date him thinking it would erase the pain she would feel thinking she would never see Gaston again but not even a sliver of that feeling went away.

Now she’s here. Sitting in a vintage, brown chair while reading her newest textbook in the dull lighting of this library. Great, now she can’t stop thinking about him and has lost all concentration in her homework. She puts her hand on her face in frustration. “Why do you have to take over mind Gaston,” she thinks to herself. Honestly, when she applied to Oxford she wasn’t expecting her first encounter with Gaston to be like this. She assumed she would have some time to put herself together and have the guts to have an actual conversation with him. But instead she barely spoke to him today as if she wanted to ignore him and even gave out signs of being uptight. That’s the thing though, she isn’t like that at all. Her shyness and the spontaneous encounter of him took her by surprise. While already having first day of university stress, she now has past love stress. 

She wonders what he must be thinking now. “Does he hate me? Does he not love me anymore? Am I everything he wasn’t expecting me to be? Does he want to be friends? Does he want to be more than just friends? Is he even single” She face palms herself again and is getting really annoyed now at her overthinking and spiral of thoughts getting out of control.

Gaston notices at the other end of the library Nina’s frustration. Automatically he’s worried and is about to step out of his chair till another doubt reaches his mind. “Wait maybe this isn’t a good idea. I don’t want to force her to like me again or seem clingy,” he assumes. He sits back down onto his chair. 

A group of guys head over to Gaston. Only one of them seems to be carrying books in their hand while the others are carrying backpacks.

 “Hey Gaston. Have you heard of the party that Sara is hosting today. It’s going to be sick,” the guy with the letterman jacket said.

“That seems nice,” Gaston replied

“Are you coming? I heard a lot of people are going to be there.”

“No, I don’t think I’ll go today. It’s the first day and I don’t want to ruin my already messed up sleeping schedule.”

“Oh but c’mon it’ll be the first one of the year. You can’t just miss the first one. Plus I heard a lot of girls will be there too,” the guy then gave Gaston a wink after this statement. 

Gaston then looks over to Nina. She immediately dropped her head down to her books. He noticed and couldn’t help but fall in love at how that reminds him of the looks they would share to each other when they were at the Jam and Roller together. 

“Sorry but I can’t today, maybe some other time,” Gaston stated.

“Ok, your loss dude.” The group of guys then headed straight out the door. 

Nina grew a little worried. She liked knowing now that he is single but she wonders whether he even wants to be with her again. All day it has felt like a battle of who can ignore each other better. She picks up her textbooks, slides them into her open backpack, zips it, and gets out of her chair to leave the library. She can’t concentrate having Gaston very far but also very close to her in one large room. 

When Nina heads straight to the door, Gaston does too. He runs over her and says, “No, Nina, wait.” She turns over. Now Gaston is tongue tied and didn’t think through exactly what he was going to say to her. “Uhh… see you later..” Nina waves a bye to him back and leaves with a confused look on her face. Gaston can’t help but feel stupid, creating a huge fuss all to just tell her in the end “see you later.” 

Gaston hurriedly grabs his backpack and exits the building too. He thinks of the best idea he possibly can at a time like this, and that’s to call Matteo. He takes his phone out of his pocket, types the name and places it near his ear. “Hi Gaston. I wasn’t expecting you to call me today. What’s the matter?” Matteo asks.

“Nina is here. I’m happy that she is but everytime I try to talk to her I forget the words and how to speak.”

Matteo laughs on the other end. “Oh wow no hi Matteo. Good afternoon to you too.Well anyways, you both truly are made for each other. Just be honest with her, plus she probably feels the same way you do.”

“I have tried but I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to come on strong but I don’t want to sound annoying either.”

“You’re overthinking this too much, this is Nina we’re talking here. She already knows you and wouldn’t think of you like that.” 

Gaston thought about it for a second and answered, “Yeah I guess but we hadn’t seen each other in a long time and things can change you know.”

“True but from what I’ve seen the last time I met her she’s still the same Nina you fell in love with before. Maybe this time less afraid to speak her mind, cause of what happened with Gary.”

“Tonight I shall try to talk to her. Maybe we can start out being friends and go from there. I just really miss her laugh, our conversations together, and her smile. This whole day I’ve barely seen her smile. I miss it.”

“That’s a good start. Don’t forget to tell me how it goes ok. Good luck hermano.”

“Bye Matteo. Don’t worry I will.”

~~~

It was 9pm and Nina was already in her pajamas sitting all cozy in her bed while reading a book. Today she was wearing a black and beige nightgown. Gaston had just gotten out of the bathroom from brushing his teeth. He headed towards his bed as well whilst stealing glances towards Nina. He went under the covers and positioned his pillow to fall asleep. Before he laid down, he decided to tell Nina something. He would try to have the conversation he told Matteo about but sadly he can’t seem to think of anything to say. Nonetheless the convo ended quickly and barely went out as planned. “Goodnight Nina. Uh I hope you had a nice day today.”

Nina took her focus away from her book and said, “Yes I did. Thanks for asking. How did your day go?”

“It went decent I guess.”

“That’s nice. Goodnight to you too.”

Gaston then tried to fall asleep. Nina held her book but hasn’t read a sentence after their short lived conversation. She stared at the way Gaston slept. It was so peaceful, as if all the stars were aligned with each other. A portrait she would never want to forget. “What am I thinking. I still can't be in love with Gaston. He barely notices me or even talks to me. I have to forget about him,” Nina overthinks again. She places her book on top of her nightstand with her glasses and tries to fall asleep through the night.

After two hours have passed, Nina seems to be having a nightmare. She tosses and turns consistently in her bed. Gaston slowly opens his eyes. The noise of the sheets moving rapidly woke him up. He sees Nina scared with almost tears in her eyes. He rushes over to Nina and gently wakes her up sitting at the side of her bed. “Nina it’s ok, it’s ok I’m here.” Nina’s eyes begin to flutter and she uncontrollably takes a hold of Gaston’s hand. An electric shock rushed over both of their spines. They touched. 

“It’s ok Nina. You were having a bad dream. You’re going to be fine. I’m here and I’m not going to leave ok.” Gaston’s voice of reassurance made Nina feel much better. They couldn’t stop looking into each other’s eyes. She breaks the stare by rushing into a hug. He softly strokes his hand on her back. She then lays her head on his shoulders. 

“Look Nina there’s something I need to tell you.”

Nina breaks out of his warm embrace. “Gaston there’s something I still need to tell you too.”

“I’ve missed you so much Nina. More than you can possibly think. I thought us breaking up would be the best so that you wouldn’t feel tied to me and have to suffer having a boyfriend who was far away and can rarely visit. Also, especially with starting out school and having to frequently study, barely having time for you, which was not what you deserved, I thought at the time it was the right decision to make.”

“Gaston I’ve missed you so much too. More than you could think of. I remember there were even days where I cried just looking at a trinket from our past. Like that book you lent me that was your favorite. It has all of the notes of the lines that you said reminded you of me. I even take it everywhere I go no matter what. I was so hurt from the breakup, I thought dating somebody else would help erase the pain and make me even forget about it. Not about us since I will always remember you but make me feel better. In the beginning it did till I realized that the relationship I had with you could never be recreated with some other guy. And when I noticed my feelings for you were still existent and even stronger I knew I had to break up with him. I wasn’t ready to have another boyfriend yet.”

Gaston couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Nina is single…. And still potentially loves him. “Nina I still till this day have feelings for you. Whenever I felt stressed or depressed I would always look back into your Felicity account and read your posts. They always gave me that extra dose of strength I needed for the day. I always kept track of whenever you posted for Amigos De Patin. Reading your incredible entries made me feel so lucky to have met you and have had a wonderful girlfriend like you. I always carry around with me too that red bracelet that kept us united like the sea. Remember that ribbon I sent you and how I told you it reminded me of us being like the sea. How far we may be but someday it’s waves will meet up again. How our love lives in the ocean. I never got rid of it. I always wear it on my wrist.”

Nina cupped her mouth with shock. “Gaston I do too. I still keep that ribbon and take it everywhere I go. In fact I keep it in a special place.” She grabs her book off her nightstand and takes out a bookmark. In the clear plastic is the red ribbon. “I always take it with me wherever I go too.”

“Nina don’t you get it. This is maybe destiny. Like the poem of the sea how someday we would meet up again if our love is meant to be. Nina I never stopped loving you.”

Nina then had a tear slide down her cheek. “Gaston I never stopped loving you too.”

Gaston wipes the tear off Nina’s face and has his lips meet with hers. He caressed her cheek while she held his arms. This felt surreal to the both of them. They couldn’t believe they got to meet each other again. Their love was held by the big body of water between them and chose now to bring them back together. Gaston and Nina knew deep down inside that they were meant to be.

#soy luna #soy luna fanfic #soy luna fic week #soy luna ficweek #soy luna fic #gastina #sl nina #sl gastina #nina simonetti #Gaston perida #a pleasant but spontaneous encounter #gastina fanfic #soy luna wattpad #sl Wattpad #soy luna one shot #soy luna one shots

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“Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve turned your entire living room into a blanket fort and I have no plan in taking it down any time soon.”

Just to give some context, this fic takes place where Matteo and Luna never broke up in s2 episode 70 something. Along with the fact that  Ámbar never went evil and Simon never found out that she burned the rink. Also obviously Gastina is still going strong.

 Luna couldn’t believe it that the Jam and Roller had won the Rodafest. After celebrating all afternoon, Luna had decided to play a nice little prank. “No, no, I am not doing that Luna,” Nina explained nervously. “Why not Nina?” Luna whined. “Gastón only gave me the key to his and Matteo’s room because he’s forgetful that’s it,” Nina whispered. “Also if Juliana finds about this, we’re going to be in serious, I mean SERIOUS trouble,”. Nina said sternly. “But that’s only if she finds out,” Luna said, smirking. “Alright fine let's do this,” Nina grinned. Luna clapped her hands and jumped up and down in joy. Both of them opened the door to their boyfriend’s room and walked in. “Quick, take everything you can and build a pillow fort,” Luna said, grabbing pillows and blankets. Nina froze in confusion, “I thought you said we were scaring them?”. “We can do that too,” Luna laughed. Nina chuckled and got to work building. After 20 minutes of rearranging and building, both of them had finished building one of the biggest pillow forts they had ever seen. “We really do make a good team Watson,” Luna giggled. Nina laughed and said, “I could say the same thing Sherlock,”. Luna and Nina heard noises coming from outside of the room. “Quick, Gastón and Matteo are coming hide,” Nina hissed. Luna and Nina dived under one of the beds and sat there silently trying their best not to laugh. Matteo opened the door laughing at something Gastón had said. Both of them walked in and noticed that something was off. “Hey someone moved my stuff,” Matteo said. “You’re probably imagining stuff,” Gastón snorted. “Then how do you explain this?” Matteo asked, pointing at the pillow fort. “Literally no one else has our key, how did this happen,” Matteo asked. Luna gulped in laughter. Nina was trying so hard not to make a noise. “Well, not really,” Gastón said. “I gave our spare key to Nina in case I lost it,” Gastón confessed. “You did what?” Matteo asked. “If Juliana finds out we’re gonna be in so much trouble,” Matteo said. “Okay now,” Luna whispered. Nina and Luna both jumped out of the bed scaring the boys. “What are you two doing here?” Gastón and Matteo yelled. “We wanted to prank you,” Luna said bursting with laughter. “And I only did this cause Luna made me,”. Matteo and Gastón pulled their girlfriends over and simultaneously said, “Why don’t you just stay the night with me?” Luna looked at Matteo like he was crazy, “You really thought after all of this I wouldn’t?” Luna laughed. Matteo blushed at this. Meanwhile Nina nervously said, “What if Juliana or anyone else finds out? We’ll be in so much trouble with our parents,”. “It’s not gonna happen, trust me,” Gastón reassured her. For the rest of the night, both of the couples sat in the pillow fort and watched horror movies. Matteo and Luna we’re being crazy like always, bickering and having pillow fights. At one point Luna had hit Nina with a pillow, therefore causing her to jump after dozing off on Gastón’s shoulder. Nina then took the pillow and hit Luna back laughing as Matteo then attacked Gastón. The four of them then started to hit each other with pillows as Nina and Luna were crying of laughter. At one point Matteo put on a slow song and stuck his hand out at Luna, “Can I have this dance chica delivery?” “Of course chico fresa,” Luna said, smirking. Both of them started dancing and well, kissing. Gastón took this opportunity to ask, “Can I have this dance Felicity for now?”. “How could I say no to Roller Track?” Nina smiled. Gastón grinned as Nina took his hand. Nina but her hands on Gastón’s shoulder as his hands went to her waist. Both of them swayed to the music, their foreheads and noses touching the whole time. “At least this time I know who I’m dancing with,” Gastón chuckled. “And I don’t want it to be anyone else,” Nina smiled. Both of them leaned in and kissed. When Gastón and Nina kissed, it’s like the world could end and they wouldn’t care. Nothing could separate them. At one point they had lost track of time as all of them had fallen asleep. Nina was sleeping on her side as Gastón was behind her, his arm wrapped around her while Luna had fallen asleep on Matteo’s chest. Luna felt like something was off. A loud pug came from her phone as she groaned and opened the text. It was from Simon, Luna, Juliana’s searching for you and Nina. She knows you are with Matteo and Gastón,''Shit!” Luna screamed. Luna jumped off the bed and shook Nina awake. Nina groaned, “Five more minutes,”. “Nina Juliana’s looking for us, we have to go,” Luna urged. Gastón and Nina both shot up and gave each other a glance. “We have to take all of this down,” Gastón said, pointing to the pillow fort. “Right!” Luna cursed. Matteo was still in a deep slumber not taking in a single word. “He needs a little wake up call,” Gastón said slamming the pillow down on Matteo. “Hey what was that for?” Matteo groaned. “You dingbat, we have to get rid of the evidence that the girls were here,”. “Right,” Matteo said, shooting up. Luna could hear footsteps approaching, it was Juliana. Luna cursed under her breath as she grabbed Nina’s hand and opened the door to the next room. Before they knew it Jim and Yam were staring at them in shock, “Why didn’t you knock on the other door,” Jim said pointing to the main door. “No time to explain,” Nina said breathlessly as they opened the next door. “Simon? Ámbar?” Luna screamed as she saw both of them cuddling. “It’s not what it looks like,” Ámbar started but Luna cut her off, “I don’t care right now. Simon, you and I need to talk later,” Luna said sternly. “Luna we don’t have time for this,” Nina said, dragging her to the next door and opened it. It was their room. Both of them sighed in relief. A knock from the door came as Juliana said, “Girls, open the door right now,”. Nina and Luna stared at each other nervously as Luna opened the door. “Hello Juliana, we’ll be right down for breakfast,”. “Good, I see you two didn’t sneak off anywhere last night. I appreciate the maturity from you two,” Juliana said. Luna froze but Nina played it off, “Yup that’s us,”. Juliana smiled as the two of them waved goodbye to her. Luna and Nina let out a sigh of relief. Both of them got a text message from the team group chat

El Equipo

Jim: So I heard that Nina and Luna snuck out last night to see their bfs, is it true 😏

Matteo: Why do you care, also how do you know?

Yam: We’re not dumb Matteo, we heard all of you through the night

Simon: I don’t know how I should feel about this

Ramiro: typical...typical teenagers

Gastón: shut up Ramiro

Nina: yea guys it’s not really your business

Yam: HA so you are admitting to it

Luna: Well I saw Simon with Ámbar today morning, it's obvious that you guys spent the night together so why can’t we talk about that?

Ámbar: And what are you gonna do about it Lunita?

#soy luna #gastina #soy luna ficweek #simbar #fluff #lutteo #soy luna 2 #fic #i hope you like this

[ac-ars]

Favorite top 5 (or 10, whatever) moments from Soy Luna? Can be literally anything :)

im gonna put lutteo moments bc i am v emotional and im writing ficweek so im focused on them okis thanks

siento (the one from s1, the s2 one is a disgrace) because masterpiece

profugos by lutteo because this shit made me watch the show and i always will love this

the moment in s2 finale when luna looks at matteo and the lights behing him go all on and bright and they share a look and hold hands damn thats powerful your faves would never

1x40 kiss because damn i remember i was looking into sl shit to see if its worth watching and i spoiled myself bc the very day before the ep40 was aired and the kiss was everywhere and i was like shOOK

romeo and juliet scene bc bitch iconic

when there was lutteo drama in s2 bc matteo wanted to be famous and they were preparing gift for juliana and luna looked at him with the softest smile ever and im actually tearing up such a strong moment wow

the kiss in 2x41 how they pull away and luna looks at him as if she was seeing him for the first time or like she was seeing color for the first time but such a small soft blink i spammed all my friends with this one

the 1x80 kiss because wow just,,, wow w- ow WOW

the hug from s2 when they were constantly fighting about his career and then there was competition and they went through so he went to her and they hugged and it was so pure they were so happy and smiling also the hand holding before damn perfect

luna supporting matteo before the shit went down!!! her telling him she is proud of him!! or caressing his cheek!! and being there for him!! i!! am!! dying!!for this

it was fun im crying now

#Anonymous

[sapphire374]

When Stars Align

“Is this the second time we’ve both gotten stuck in the same elevator?” 

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I would like to give a special thanks to @silver-inked for helping me when I went through writers block with this idea. I was able to figure out an idea cause of your help so thank you. :)

Background: The gang are at a Roller Skating competition. It’s sort of an AU that would take place in season three but there are no spoilers or mention of anything that correlates to season three. A character does mention Mitchel but nothing specifically about him is said. Ships included are Lutteo (with angst)  and Simbar. 

Luna and Matteo both entered inside the elevator to head upstairs since it was their turn next to compete. They stole glances from each other and it was just pure silence in the air. They both couldn’t help but stay angry at each other for their own reasons. 

“C’mon Emilia hurry up,” Ámbar demanded outside of the elevator.

“Can’t you see I’m trying!” Emilia replied. Emilia was frantically unscrewing the latch that contained all of the buttons of the elevator outside. She pulled out her scissors from her back pocket and snipped at one of the cords. The elevator stopped.

“It stopped..” Matteo noticed.

“Chico Fresa, what do you mean it stopped? Can’t you just press another button to go up.”

“None of them work. The elevator is stuck,” Matteo stuttered whilst frantically pressing all the buttons at once.

Luna covered her face in astonishment. Out of all the days and all the times it had to be now, right before it was their turn to perform and nonetheless with Matteo. The one person she didn’t even want to look at right now or even be with. Luna pulled out her phone. 

“Ugh there’s no service. What are we going to do?” Luna anxiously asked. 

“It’s ok, calm down Chica Delivery. Someone is bound to notice and try to use the elevator. They will let us go and we’ll be fine.”

“Clearly you’re forgetting one very important event. We were up next to skate and now we won’t be able to make it on time! Plus how are you able to stay so calm? You must not care so much about this, only your album is all you worry about.”

Matteo rapidly turned towards her. “Of course I care, it’s just in matters like these it’s important to stay calm. Plus you’re not so perfect either Luna. You haven’t stopped holding a grudge on me for what happened with the album and Bruno. You know I’m not like that anymore and I already apologized countless times,” Matteo rebutted.

“Ok maybe I went a little too far there but lately you’ve been just so distant from me and the gang. Whenever we talk about competitions you lose interest and the closer I try to get to you, the farther you move away.” Matteo stayed silent at her response. 

Luna broke the silence and said, “Well I’m going to try to call for help.”

“How?” Matteo questioned.

Luna yelled whilst banging at the door with her hand as a fist “HELP HELP! WE’RE TRAPPED IN HERE! HELP!” Matteo decided to do the same thing. 

“Aww hear that Emilia, they’re trapped. Poor things, well I guess they have to figure it out all on their own.” Ámbar and Emilia cackled together. Emilia picked up all of her tools and placed it in her backpack after screwing back the elevator button latch so there will be no evidence that it was them. 

“C’mon let’s get out of here so no one thinks it’s us.” Emilia ran out the hallway and so did Ámbar till she bumped into someone. Her black, fringe shoulder bag falling to the floor alongside her phone. “Watch where you’re goi- oh Simón! Uh what are you doing here?” Her mood and tone of voice quickly shifts when she notices it’s Simón.

Simón bends over to pick up Ámbar’s stuff like the gentleman he is. Ambar always loved it when he was nice to her but now wasn’t a good time. She had to hurry quick before the others suspect it was her. “I’ve been searching for Luna and Matteo. They’re needed now at the rink, they’re up next to skate. Have you seen them?”

Ámbar rapidly shakes her head, “No no I haven’t, sorry. Don’t worry too much about it though, they're bound to be found soon. In fact, they’re probably at the rink tying up their shoes, you know they’re never late to a performance.”

Simón scratches his head. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Hey, what are you doing here?”

Ámbar quickly makes up an excuse. “I was just… looking for the vending machine! I wanted to eat something before I prepared skates.”

“Oh say no more.” Simón stuffs his hands in his pockets scavenging for something. He pulls out two granola bars and smiles. “Here you go. You can have it. It’s not much but it’s something you can eat and not have to buy or waste your money.”

 Ámbar couldn’t help but smile at this sweet gesture Simón made. He always helps her, without thinking. Ámbar couldn’t help but wonder maybe there is somebody in this world who cares about her, could it be Simón? Would life be better if she just let her guard down to him, for him.

“HELP! HELP!” The staring contest between Ámbar and Simón spontaneously ended. “Do you hear that?” Simón asked Ámbar. “No no. Must be some kids playing outside.”

Simón immediately ran to the dressing room hallway. Ámbar changed her mentality on a “what if she did change” cause she feels at the end of the day he will always prefer Luna and the others. “Stupid Lunita always ruining everything. Plus, what’s the point of changing if he’s alway going to care for those losers and ignore me or leave me at the sidelines. I’m tired of being thrown to the side,” Ámbar wondered. 

Emilia dashed to Ámbar. “I came back. I thought you were right behind me running. If we stay any longer they will figure out it was us.”

“I know we have to hurry but our plan sort of backfired. Simón was able to hear these two idiots yelling from the elevator.”

Emilia puts her hand over her head. “No it can’t be. Well, fixing that elevator shouldn’t be easy and it's their turn now meaning they’ll miss it. We’re just going to have to hope that the judges don’t give them a second chance.”

Ámbar and Emilia escape the scene. Simón runs into the hallway. He notices the closer he approaches the elevator, the louder he hears the screaming for help. “Guys are you ok? Who is this in the elevator and what happened?”

“Simón! Simón! It’s us, Luna and Matteo! The elevator randomly stopped and there’s no service. Ever since then we’ve been trapped in here,” Luna announces.

“Oh I’ll go get Juliana now! Don’t go anywhere ok?”

“Guitarrista, where would we go, we’re trapped,” Matteo answered. 

“Oh yeah that’s right. Whoops.” Simón replied.

Simón runs off to go let the team know. Now it’s just Luna and Matteo…. alone. Luna sits down, bends her knees and lays her head on top with a gloomy expression plastered on her face. Matteo can’t help but stare at the way Luna feels depressed. He hates seeing her the opposite of her usual happy, cheery self. “Cheer up Chica Delivery, they’re coming soon to fix the elevator. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

“But Matteo, we missed our turn to skate and what if the judges don’t give us another opportunity. What if, cause of us, our whole team misses out on performing as well. We don’t know how severe the elevator issue is nor how long it will take and -”

Matteo cuts Luna off and tries to comfort her. “And everything will be okay. Look if those things do end up happening then we’ll have another opportunity in a future competition. Some things are just out of our hands, like this elevator incident in this case.”

“You’re right but we worked so hard for this competition.”

“And we'll work even harder for the next one,” Matteo being optimistic, hoping this would make her feel better. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Luna sighs.

The elevator turned to silence again. They couldn’t help but steal glances from one another. Oh how it was so hard to just speak to the other, they’re constantly overthinking and worried to put their heart out on the line. “Why do we always end up in arguments with each other,” they wondered. Matteo inhaled a large gulp of hair, tried to put his nerves on the sidelines and his courage to the test. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you these past days.”

Luna’s head shifted towards Matteo now. All her attention is now on him.

“It’s just I didn’t know how to react when seeing you constantly with Michel and I was worried there is something more between the two of you. I thought there was and tried to give you space, you deserve someone who truly loves you and cares about you. I didn’t want to get in the way of that but at the same time it hurt seeing you with him so I always tried to leave. Sorry if I ended up hurting you in any way from doing that. I would never want to hurt you or cause you any pain.”

Luna's lips slowly curved into a little smile. “Chico Fresa, thank you for being honest with me. Me and Michel are just friends, I can guarantee that. I also would like to say I’m sorry for being harsh and upset. Your  music deal was very important to you and I shouldn’t always prioritize these competitions, I should’ve been there to comfort you when Bruno cancelled it at the time. You were my boyfriend and I really did care about you, and still do. I think it was just I didn’t want to see you lose sight of yourself and care solely about your album and your success. Life is much more than that but I should’ve expressed myself better. I did notice though you have changed ever since you apologized. You now make more of an effort to get along with Simon and are even friends, which is so cute! I know it has been tough for you ever since Gaston left as well. Just know I will always be here for you, whenever you need me.”

Matteo smiled widely now. Luna’s words couldn’t have been any more comforting. He hates arguing with her but he loves these intimate moments, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all to get trapped in this elevator. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe it was their time for the stars to align.

Matteo and Luna both got up. Juliana and the gang were outside with an electrician fixing the buttons to the elevator. Luna and Matteo were so wrapped up in their conversation they barely even noticed. “Let’s make a deal Matteo. I will try to focus some more time in helping you out with your music if you will do the same with these competitions and actually get excited for them, and train with me.”

Matteo chuckled. He was beaming with joy and anyone who knew him could tell. “It’s a deal.” Luna took out her hand and Matteo shook it. Right after, while holding her hand shaking it, he pulled her in closer. They were only centimeters apart now. The air felt like it escaped their lungs and Matteo knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. “So Chica Delivery, is it true what you said about me? You still care about me?”

Luna looked up. Their faces were so close to each other, their noses touched. “Chico Fresa, you still have doubts, on me?!” Luna joked.

“Do you still have feelings for me too?” The sparks were reignited again and floating in the air. Luna tried to breath and her nerves couldn’t stop from taking over her. Great, now she forgot how to breath. Matteo caressed her cheek and now her skin feels like it’s on fire. Her heart couldn’t stop racing. She wanted to answer but she already knew he knew the answer as they kept leaning closer...and closer… and…

BING

The automatic doors have opened

Everyone stared at Luna and Matteo’s almost kiss. Luna and Matteo frantically moved their faces and stared in shock. They were not expecting the elevator to get fixed so fast. Jazmin had her tablet in hand and exclaimed, “YES I GOT IT ALL ON TAPE! Ja- Jazmin fans you all are in for a real treat this week!” Luna face palmed herself and couldn’t believe Matteo was laughing, even if he was trying to hide it.

#soy luna #Lutteo #soy luna ficweek #soy luna fic week #soy luna fanfic #Simbar #soy luna wattpad #sl wattpad #soy luna one shot #soy luna lutteo fic #soy luna lutteo fanfic #soy luna one shots #soy luna when stars align #lutteo fanfic #soy luna universe #Luna Valente #Matteo Balsano #Ámbar Smith #Simón Alvarez

[antqsdxti]

“I fell into your lap by accident. Oh god, you’re so close now, I can’t breathe.”

“Oh god I’m gonna be late again,” Luna cursed under her breath running through the halls of Hogwarts to get to the Dungeons for Potions class. She opened the door as she saw that class had already started. “Miss Valente, late again? 10 points from Gryffindor,” Professor Slughorn said, shaking his head in disappointment. “I’m so sorry sir it will never happen again,” Luna promised. “Since you’re late, why don’t we use you as an example, do you know what this potion is?” Professor Slughorn asked. Luna looked into the cauldron, what on earth was that? “Um, no sir. I don’t know what that is,”. Nina’s hand shot up in the air. “Miss Simonetti, do you have an answer?” Professor Slughorn asked. “Yes Professor, it's Amortentia which is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them." Nina said. “Good girl, 10 points to Ravenclaw,” Professor Slughorn said. 

“Nina’s such a genius,” Gastón whispered to Matteo. “Gastón, this is the 10th time you’re telling me about Nina today. Just ask her out already,” Matteo groaned. “Now Miss Valente, can you tell us what you smell?” Professor Slughorn asked. Luna took a whiff of the potion and almost passed out. As she gained her senses back she said sweetly, “I smell the grass of the quidditch pitch, butterbeer, and-”. “And?” Professor Slughorn prompted. “Matteo’s robes- I mean nothing else,” Luna muttered. Matteo froze. Did she just say Matteo’s robes? So it was true, Luna was in love with him. Matteo’s world was finally piecing together. After all this time, he had thought that it was Simon. After all, he had seen the two kiss last weekend during the Hogsmeade trip. But it completely made sense. On the quidditch pitch last month, Luna and Matteo had laughed and chased each other on their brooms and through the sky. With this memory Matteo was finally able to cast his own Patronus. Then that day in Hogsmeade where Luna was so clumsy that she had spilled butterbeer on him and burst into apologies. Matteo chuckled to himself. No girl had made him feel this way, not a single one. But where did his robes fit into this? Oh how could Matteo ever forget the time where Ámbar had locked Luna up in a broom closet so she could miss her quidditch match. 

Flashback

“Someone open the door, I’m gonna be late help!” Luna screamed, banging the door. She was in her quidditch uniform and had left her wand in the locker room. “Anyone help me out of here please,” Luna sobbed. “I can’t be late this time I’m gonna my position as chaser for Gryffindor,” Luna cursed. Matteo heard screaming from the broom closet as he sprinted towards it. “Luna is that you?” Matteo asked. Luna sighed in relief, “Matteo thank goodness can you open the door please?”. Matteo twisted the door knob vigorously yet nothing. “It’s not opening, it’s locked both ways,” Matteo groaned. “Oh for goodness sake Matteo you’re not a muggle, use your wand,” Luna screamed banging on the door. “Oh right, alohomora,” Matteo muttered. Just as he opened the door he felt an arm push him into the closet. “Shit,” Matteo mumbled as he stumbled into the broom closet practically falling on top of Luna. Both of them heard the door lock and groaned in frustration. All of the sudden Luna realized that Matteo was pushed up against her and blushed. The smell of his robes were heavenly and Luna buried her face into them, keeping the scent from leaving her nose.  

Both of them awkwardly shuffled away from each other. That being only inches because they were practically squished in the tiny broom closet. Matteo pulled out his wand and muttered some spells. A few seconds later he groaned in frustration. “Nothing is working,” he said, slumping into the side of the closet. Luna screamed in frustration. Matteo always found it cute when she was annoyed. Luna got up and banged on the door, “Help! Open the door, anyone please,”. Matteo sniggered, “It’s not like anyone’s gonna be in this hallway, both of the teams are out on the field playing, “It’s just the two us, alone,” Matteo said staring into her eyes. Luna fidgeted with her robe, “I’m sure someone will get us out of here,” Luna said with uncertainty. “You don’t look very certain,” Matteo said sweetly. “Hey,” Matteo said leaning into Luna. “We’ll get out of here,” Matteo said calmly. Luna pulled him into a hug. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m so glad that I got stuck in here with you chico fresa,”. Matteo smiled as he hugged her, “Me too chica delivery,”. Both of their lips were centimeters away from each other as they both leaned in. Luna was internally screaming she couldn’t believe she was about to kiss Matteo, the boy from her dreams. All of a sudden a large bang startled them both as Luna fell on top of Matteo. Gastón coughed as he opened the door. “Finally I found you two, the game is starting in two minutes, get out on the field. Luna and Matteo sighed in relief, “Thank you so much Gastón,” both of them said in unison. Luna sprinted out to the field giving Matteo a dreamy stare. Matteo was about to go when the Hufflepuff said, “Imma need you to explain everything after,”. Matteo smirked as he ran off.   

End of Flashback

“Thank you for the example Miss Valente, you may go back to your table and copy the notes from one of your classmates,” Professor Slughorn said as he continued on with the lesson. Luna made her way to the table she, Nina, Gastón and Matteo sat at. As she made her way to her seat she tripped over her shoe and landed right on Matteo’s lap. His robes smelled just like they did last time. She didn’t know what they smelled like, they just smelled like Matteo. And boy did she love that smell. Luna stared into Matteo’s eyes breathless and shook at what just happened. Matteo’s eyes stared into her. The Slytherin’s eyes were a soft brown and were extremely attractive. Even though Matteo had a harsh exterior she had always seen the better in him. She had seen that the real Matteo was kind, caring, and ambitious. Matteo was breathless at what just happened. His eyes darted between her eyes and lips, internally panicking at what he should do. Luna had been in the same position on Matteo’s lap for what seemed like an eternity. Both of them leaned in for a kiss before Nina hissed at Luna, “Luna, the whole class is staring at you,”. Luna jumped off Matteo's lap as she heard Gastón and Nina sniggering in the background. Matteo and Luna both stared at each other for the rest of the class, as if nothing else mattered.          

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