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circles ⎮ aròn piper fiction

summary: flying back to madrid leaves ur heart feeling heavy bc you know you were bound to reconnect with ur past.

characters: arón piper x bella alvarez (o/c)

author's note: this is the start to a series! ps sorry for the terrible spanish, i'm using google translator BAHAHHA :') in this storyline, aron is 23 when he starts filming elite. :)

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pt. 1 ⎮ pt. 2 ⎮ pt. 3 ⎮ pt. 4 ⎮ pt. 5 coming soon!

word count: 1,080.

"so how've you been?" arón asks you, as he lights his cigarette, taking a puff before blowing it in the other direction so you wouldn't have to breathe it in. he must have forgotten that you too smoke now, as his eyes flicker and widens at the realisation when he sees you lighting your own. "guess i don't have to do that anymore." you chuckle and say, "yeah you don't. i'm pretty sure my lungs are as black as it can get by now," earning arón's little laughter and his gaze on you intensifies, "why'd you pick it up in the first place? you never liked the smell."

"hmm stress. plus, i couldn't smell it once i got hooked. it's better coping mechanism than i'd imagine it to be." the last sentence leaves arón stunned, as his eyes and smile falters, biting his lip into a straight line. "que pasa?" you asked, wondering if you said something wrong, as you take another drag of your cigarette.

"..... was it because of me?" you turn to see arón looking at you worriedly, and you felt a wave of anger rushing into you. in a moment of madness, you couldn't control yourself as you lashed out at him, "why do you even care?", as you hurriedly gulp down some water to calm yourself down. you weren't the type to lash out at someone. you had the reputation for having an immense amount of patience and tolerance among your social circle. however, the way how concerned arón was and the very fact he could think that he was possibly the reason to your problems ticked you off. nevertheless, your reaction left arón speechless and frowning as the once friendly atmosphere the both of you had maintained died down to an utter silence, which was needless to say, uncomfortably painful. after a few minutes, you calmed yourself down, you realised that you may or may not have overreacted to his remark, so you avoid looking at him, and start tearing your fingernails, feeling a little sorry for the way how you lashed out at him. you start to get lost in your thoughts as you subconsciously start biting your nails, triyng  to figure a way to apologise to him, until you felt his hand gently pulling your hand away from your face, placing it on the table, beneath his. caught off- guard by his gesture, your eyes wander to look at his hand over yours, tilting your head upwards, only to find him looking back at you softly. those hazel orbs that never fails to sparkle, it seemed full of love and adoration, and you couldn't resist but stare right back into it; at that very moment, you felt your heart skipped a beat, your stomach filled with butterflies, and before you knew it, the both of you started to lean in slowly.

"here are your pastas, carbonara and penne chicken. oh, hey guys, it's been a while since you guys been here! still looking as sweet as before, do i hear any wedding bells coming soon?" jorge, our waiter, who usually serves us, interrupts the moment, startling both arón and you as your lips were barely a few inches away from touching. both of you back away from each other, as arón clears his throat trying to ease the tension in the air, that didn't really help, especially with jorge's question that only left you and arón in an even more awkward position because you guys weren't together anymore. you gave jorge an uncomfortable smile and you thank him before jorge walks off, scratching his head, wondering, "hmm.. did i miss out on something?" (a/n: LOL. idky but i could totally picture jorge doing this.)

the both of you walk out of the restaurant side by side to get to your car, in absolute silence. as expected, dinner was also an absolute silence. the both of you were extremely cautious after what had happened, and frankly speaking, you were just waiting for the moment where both of you part ways because damn, you had been too afraid to look at arón. you had no idea how everything escalated; one moment you swear he was the last person you wanted to be with, and the next, you were about to kiss him. arón stops in his tracks when the both of you reached your car, and you turn to look at him, clearing your throat in an attempt to break the ice, "aren't you getting in?" arón smiles weakly, and says, "it's alright, you get going. i'll get home on my own," and for some reason, you felt your heart sank a little, but you brushed it aside, nodding your head, "alright then, bye arón." "bye bella," before arón turns to walk away. as you were about to get into the driver's seat, you hear arón running back, "before you leave, i just wanted to say i'm sorry, i was just wondering what've you been up to the past four years." his actions made you laugh, because in front of you, is an extremely handsome man, but the way how he ran back just to tell you this just reminded you of how innocent arón can be; it used to be one of the things you adored about him. you smile, "it's fine. i'm sorry too, my bad." you look at arón, "come on, get in, i'll take you home to make it up to you. we could catch up on the way home," and you see him lighting up, how adorable, you thought.

that's how you ended up driving arón back to his apartment, it wasn't far, just a couple of minutes and you guys reached. meanwhile, on the ride to his apartment, you guys managed to ease the tension, and you guys were catching up on work and life over the past few years. he told you about how his career as an actor has taken off and the possibility of him dabbling in the singing industry as a rapper, on the other hand, you shared about how you've graduated and been directing in the states. "life's comfortable. i bought an apartment and a car, so i guess i'm really an adult now." "yeah nice car by the way" aron laughs, "... and i'm proud of you, you're doing what you love." you smile and say, "you're doing what you love too. i can see that you're happy." "i am." but he thinks to himself, i was happier with you.

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pt. 5 coming soon!

[aronasnack]

circles ⎮ aròn piper fiction

summary: flying back to madrid leaves ur heart feeling heavy bc you know you were bound to reconnect with ur past.

characters: arón piper x bella alvarez (o/c)

author's note: this is the start to a series! ps sorry for the terrible spanish, i'm using google translator BAHAHHA :') in this storyline, aron is 23 when he starts filming elite. :)

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pt. 1 ⎮ pt. 2 ⎮ pt. 3 ⎮ pt. 4 out now!

word count: 921.

"chicas y chicos, meet the directors whom you'll be working with closely."

Arón looks up to take a look at the directors who just walked in, and he sees you, shocked. He smiles, realising that the Netflix series he was casted in, was also the reason you came back to Madrid, and the fact that you were here, meant that you guys were going to meet each other more than you'd like to. You were shocked to see Arón as one of your actors in the production. He has been acting since he was 12, so it wasn't a surprise that he was acting, but you never thought that he'd be a part of your cast. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd be working with your ex, and you knew, this is gonna be one hell of a ride.

After some introduction by the crew and the cast, it was your turn to introduce yourself, " hi, i'm bella alvarez, i'm one of the directors for Élite. i'm 23 this year, so i'm pretty close in age with you guys here. so, let's just treat each other as friends and have fun during this journey together!" you kept it short and simple, smiling warmly while looking at the cast members until your sight falls on Arón, who was watching you intensely, then smirks after he sees you looking at him. About 2 hours later, it was the end of the first script reading, and in those 2 hours, you would unconsciously look over to check Arón out, and all those times, he would smirk after he caught you looking at him, which explains why you were trying to leave the room as soon as the reading ended in order to prevent anymore embarrassment and unnecessary conversations Arón seemed to have up his sleeve.

"bye guys. see y'all on set next monday." you said before sprint walking out of the room, wishing that you'd get to your car right away and drive home. you made it, you were right beside your car, ready to open the door, and get in the driver's seat, when arón closes the door and turns you to look at him, "not so fast. why are you in such a rush to leave anyway?" he questions you while smirking. "i've plans, and besides, i don't think it's any of your business anyways." you glared at him. he laughs and says, "one moment you're stealing glances at me, and another moment you're glaring at me. what are you up to?" his remarks left you embarrassed because that was exactly what you had been doing, and you started blushing as you struggled to win this conversation, "no i wasn't. and what are you up to? you're the one who's preventing me from getting dinner." "oh so you're going for dinner. very well, i was heading for some too, you wouldn't mind me joining you right? after all, you said to treat each other as friends." arón suggests, which was more like an announcement because he was already walking over to sit in the passenger seat. god, he's gonna be the death of you. you had no choice but to have dinner with him because firstly, he was way too big to drag him out of the car, and secondly, this was going to be inevitable since you two were going to be working for the next few years, you couldn't possibly escape any interactions with him, so you just went with it.

Now, here you were, driving to a restaurant in the heart of the city, that you love. You used to come here all the time, it had a lovely atmosphere. However, the atmosphere of the ride that was definitely too tense for you to handle. With the both of you in a confined space, in close proximation, made you feel a little nervous as you tried to anticipate the talk you were going to have with Arón. "so you drive now? and you got tattoos. wow, what'd you do to the girl i used to date." arón asks you while his eyes wanders to look at the tattoos that were on your arm. having to talk to your ex wasn't leaving you in a good mood, but you didn't want to make a fuss since your breakup was old news, and now that you knew how the future is going to be like, you felt being cold to him was pointless, but there wasn't a reason for you to be chummy either. nonetheless, you were ready to be an adult, to talk to him nicely, after all, he was going to be your colleague, and you finally decided to answer him in your regular tone, "yeah, and yeah. you know how i was last time, i was scared of driving and pain. i got over them. i love driving now, and tattoos, i have a bunch. i finally had the guts to get them. it wasn't as painful as i thought it'd be." arón smiles, looking at you, happy that you were finally treating him friendly. you guys continue to have some small talk until you reached the restaurant, and you got the valet to park your car because why not. the waitress comes to take you to your seat and you guys quickly placed your order as you guys were starving. "we used to come here all the time." arón says while taking a look at you, and you smile, "we used to."

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pt. 4 out now!

[aronasnack]

circles ⎮ aròn piper fiction

summary: flying back to madrid leaves ur heart feeling heavy bc you know you were bound to reconnect with ur past. 

characters: arón piper x bella alvarez (o/c)

author's note: this is the start to a series! ps sorry for the terrible spanish, i'm using google translator BAHAHHA :') in this storyline, aron is 23 when he starts filming elite. :)

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pt. 1 ⎮ pt. 2 ⎮ pt. 3 out now!

word count: 1,489.

This can't be happening. You knew you were bound to meet him when you returned to Madrid, but you never imagined in a million years that you'd run into him in the club the both of you used to party frequently together, and needless to say, on the very first night back to your hometown. You had been trying to suppress the thoughts of him ever since you entered the club. Despite the club looking completely different as compared to when you were last here, the atmosphere it had with the blasting of hip-hop and r&b music, the high that you were feeling, the view of hips swaying, strangers making out with strangers, and everyone else dancing their night away, it was all too familiar. Four years ago, you were here, dancing your night away with the love of your life, hoping that the night would never end as you swayed your hips against his, loving every moment you spent with him. Crazy how four years went by, and everything's changed, here you were trying to run away from the very guy you once thought was the love of your life. You could still hear him calling and running after you, but you just weren't ready to face him. After so many years, you never expected to meet him in such a manner, you were expecting to bump to him in the streets, or in a mall, where you could just look away and walk off. However, it seemed like someone was playing a joke on you, forcing you to have a conversation with someone you've been trying so hard to forget over the past four years. You quickly run to the dance floor that was packed full of people, squeezing your way through the swarm of drunkards that were dancing like there was no tomorrow. You couldn't hear him anymore with the loud music that was almost ear-deafening, and you thought that you were safe enough for him not to find you, so you turned around to make your way to your friends.

"Bella, where have you been? you've been gone for almost an hour." Miguel rushes to examine you, worried that something might have happened. "I was resting in the loo, and... well, i bumped into him." you replied cautiously as you knew they had been trying to resist mentioning him the entire night. You had noticed how your friends stopped talking as soon as they were about to mention him, but changed the topic because they were trying to be considerate of your feelings. " you met arón! ...oh, so did you guys talk?" your friends questioned, after all, they were friends with him. All of you, together with his group of friends, used to hangout frequently together. You knew some of them were still close friends with him, but the fact they were your close friends first, before meeting Arón, is the very reason why they are still here after the breakup. You shooked your head and sighed, "i'm not here to deal with whatever i left in the past. it's unnecessary." the group stays silent because you clearly weren't in the mood, and then Miguel says, " alright now you freaks, we're here to party, so let's cheers to Bella being back!!" All of us smile and laugh, realising that he was right, and we cheers our glasses together, yelling, "WELCOME BACK BELLA!!!!!"

The night continued until it was 4 in the morning, and damn, half of your group were drop dead wasted, and you were barely sober when you guys all made your way out of the club. They were going to send the drunk ones home first, and they forced you to go home first since you had a long flight and a very long night as well, so there you were alone outside the club, in your coat, waiting for your cab home. Lighting your cigarette, you take a puff, and felt the heaviness that was weighing your heart down lifted. You had been smoking for the past four years, as a coping mechanism to deal with all the sudden changes in your life over the few years. You smiled to yourself as you had enjoyed the company of your friends that you hadn't met all this while, and that smile dropped when you see someone suddenly yanking your cigarette away, dropping it on the floor, standing in front of you. "We need to talk."

You look up to see Arón staring down at you, and it sent shivers down your spine, because those hazel orbs that you were looking at used to be your major weakness. "i have nothing to say to you," before you look away to turn around and walk away from him. However, with a sudden grab on your left wrist and a strong pull, you were struggling to keep up with a fuming Arón taking you to an alley near the club. "what the hell do you want from me?" you yelled at Arón as he finally stops pulling you into the alley. You touch and look at your wrist, only to see how red it is, and you knew it was definitely going to turn into a bruise. Seething with anger, you looked up, ready to curse and swear at Arón, and you stopped when your eyes meets his equally fiery eyes that softens when he asks you, "so you smoke now?" Seriously, did this guy just drag you here just for this. "i don't have the energy for this. my ride is coming." you turn to walk away once again, and again, he grabs your arm to pull you back to face him. "when did you come back?" he asks you another question. You knew he wasn't going to let you leave until you answered his questions, so you replied him stoically, "yes. and this morning." you tilt your head up to take a look at him and you swear, you saw his eyes glistening, and for that split second, he seemed sad. "it's nice meeting you again. you look.." arón's eyes wander from your body to your face and smirks, "beautiful." Hearing his compliment didn't leave you feeling surprised or happy, instead you were rather indifferent, replying "i wish i could say the same. just a word of advice, lock the door next time. my ride's here so goodnight arón." before turning away to catch your cab. As you walked away, Arón continues to stare at you until you got into your cab, and he whispers, "i miss you."

You laid back in the cab, groaning at the encounter you just had with your ex. Saying you were uncomfortable was an understatement. The night was great, but running into your ex with a girl on him and furthermore, having to be alone with him in a desolate alley was the last thing you could have ever imagined how your night would have panned out. As your thoughts started to wander around the thought of that awkward encounter, you found yourself daydreaming about how good he looked in that blue striped shirt, with his luscious curls that you once loved twirling so much. "señora, hemos llegado," your driver informs you that you've arrived at your apartment, snapping you out of the thoughts you were having of Arón. fortunately. You returned home, quickly washing up and got into bed because you were exhausted from all the travelling and partying, and you knock out at the drop of a dime.

the next few days, you stay home to unpack your luggages and arrange the furnitures to make your apartment more homely and cozy. it was nice having some time off to recuperate because you've been working consecutively for multiple productions back in the States, and you had barely any breather. thus, the time you had before starting the new netflix production was a great chance for you to relax and focus on your well-being. however, rest was over. it was finally the day for you to meet the cast of the new netflix production as you were heading down to the studio to do the first reading of the scripts with them. you had already met the crew prior to moving to madrid, as they flew out to LA to discuss on the script and some technical parts with you. you were ready for a new chapter in your life, to direct a series that was in your native language. it was exciting for you. you made your way down to the studio with a ferrari f430, that you had bought a few days ago so that you didn't have to constantly rely on cabs as a mode of transportation. you arrive at the studio shortly after, smiling, ready to welcome the cast into the family. "chicas y chicos, meet the directors whom you'll be working with closely." your smile falls, oh god, this can't be happening.

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pt. 3 out now!

[aronasnack]

circles ⎮ arón piper fiction

summary: flying back to madrid leaves ur heart feeling heavy bc you know you were bound to reconnect with ur past. 

characters: arón piper x bella alvarez (o/c)

author's note: this is the start to a series! ps sorry for the terrible spanish, i'm using google translator BAHAHHA :') in this storyline, aron is 23 when he starts filming elite. :)

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pt. 1 ⎮ pt. 2 out now!

word count: 1,212.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are touching down in Madrid in half an hour, 0700 local time, according to the weather forecast, it's about 10 degree celcius there right now. On behalf of your cockpit and cabin crews, please, sit back and get ready for landing." There you were among the passengers in the business class cabin, looking out of the window, admiring the bird eye view of Madrid as the aircraft descended for landing. You moved to Los Angeles four years ago to pursue your studies in Film at UCLA, and you haven't been back to Madrid ever since. The opportunity for you to return to Madrid came by when you were offered the chance to be one of the directors for a new Netflix production. You weren't a small fry in the cinematography scene, you had been part of a few productions in the States but it was still an opportunity too good to miss, so you accepted it right away. Yet, here you were returning to Madrid, feeling empty as you recalled the reasons that made you leave in the very first place. An hour later, you were out of the aircraft, in a cab on the way to your apartment that was in the heart of the city. Listening to some music with your AirPods, you winded down the window to take a better look of the scenery Madrid has to offer, and for some odd reason, the way how the sun shone on your face and the way how the wind blew your hair in Madrid sent a wave of nostalgia running through your body, and you thought, i might have missed this more than i'd imagine.

Shortly after, you were in your apartment, laying on your couch with your sleeping mask on as you were too tired to unload your luggages, thanks to the combination of a long flight and the jet lag that was kicking in. You planned to take a short nap before doing anything, but you ended up sleeping till 6 in the evening, when your phone rang. You groan as you answer the call because firstly, you realised it was already late, which meant you were definitely gonna stay up the entire night and you'd still be jet lagged the next day. Secondly, it was Miguel Herrán calling you, "BELLA! We know you're back, don't you know how to answer any of our messages? We're planning a welcome back party at the club tonight, our usual place. You'll be there right? RIGHTTTT?" God, Miguel hasn't change one bit, he was still the same, noisy, but he has his good points which is why you kept in contact with him even when you were away. He was talking way too much, too quickly, and in order to stop him from being even noisier, "Cállate, i'm going, i'm going. Jesus, you're still the same, maybe even louder." Miguel bursts out into laughter and says, "ugh i've missed annoying you. see you at club. we're gathering at 11!", and he makes a loud kissing sound before hanging up the call. Ugh that guy... Falling back onto the couch, you thought about your friends that you left behind in Madrid four years ago, and the call you just had with Miguel, and the excitement that came flooding in at the fact you are reuniting with them made you realise that, hmm, i might have really missed this more than i'd imagine.

It's 11, and there you were, alighting from your cab as you take a quick scan around the street that you once used to frequent. Wow, it looked way more polished than before. You could hear the loud music that was playing in the club and you walked towards the entrance for VIPs. An hour before arriving, Miguel texted you that he had reserved a table under his name so they didn't had to queue to enter the club as he said ever since the refurbishment of the club, it has gotten even more popular and the queues were too long too handle. And he was right, the queues were ridiculous, and you were glad to the miss it as you entered the club. As you walked in, people, of both genders started to turn to check you out. Not going to deny, you are very pretty, and you had an impeccable taste in fashion. Your sharp features, along with your brown doe-eyes, long brown hair with wispy bangs, and the various tattoos that are scattered around your body, and the fact you are also of Korean ethnicity, gave you the image of an Asian Baby Girl. Despite it having a negative connotation, you are happy and confident with the way you look, so you were fine with the idea of being commonly viewed as an ABG, because after all, you are known for being a sweetheart, in contrary to how you looked. You were in a black bodycon dress and your blue Balenciaga Triple S shoes that you love; the dress accentuated your hourglass figure and décolletage, making many of your tattoos visible. Ignoring the stares from the random strangers in the club, you made your way to the specific table where all of your friends were. "AHHH BELLA OH MY GOD WE'VE MISSED YOU!!!" your friends came running from the table as they saw you walking towards them. " i missed you guys too!!! i'm guessing the past four years must have been good for you guys looking at how great and happy you guys look. " you responded while giving each of them hugs, and lastly Miguel, who engulfs you in a big hug since the both of you were the closest to each other. " it definitely has been, but even more so for you! look at you, you've became a total badass with your tattoos. you're even prettier now dude! " one of your friends exclaims, and you laughed at how excited they were to see you.

You guys spend the night catching up; drinking and dancing, then drinking again, and you definitely had way too much when you found yourself in the washroom of the club, without even knowing how you got there in the first place. You tried to sober up, sitting yourself onto the one of the stools in the toilet, before you heard some weird noises that were coming from one of the cubicles. Concerned that someone might be in need of some help, you opened the cubicle, and you see a girl on her knees, her head clasped between two hands, over the groin of a man. You covered your eyes with your hands, not because you were mortified, but you were embarrassed to have witness such a scenario, and you were ready to close the door and leave. "Oh fuck, Sorry!" you apologised, and just when you moved your hands over your eyes to close the door; in that few brief seconds when your eyes were not covered, they met a pair of eyes that were once all too familiar to you. And before you knew it, you hear him saying "Bella!" before you ran out of the toilet and all you could think was, this can't be happening.

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pt. 2 out now!