#simbar ff

[sedonalace]

take my hand and my heart and soul

this is a cute idea I had but like on sugar crack. Fair warning I hope to never write in this style again bc I’m cringing at my own writing trying to read this again but it’s just too hard for me. But I still wanted some nice little fluff for Valentine’s Day and not let it go to waste so I’m throwing it out there. ok, proceed. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.

It was such a terrible day, to begin with. Every single one of his plans went out of the window as soon as the first droplet from the sky hit the pavement. Simon was frustrated as fuck not having any backup plans prepared for the day, yet he was moping behind the counter, not doing anything about it. Pretty much given up.

Simon wanted to make Valentine's day really special for Ambar this year, as last year had been a disaster with there being a fire in the restaurant they had gone to and they had to evacuate the building. Leaving the place without even having their meals delivered yet. They had gone home and ordered pizza with movies in replacement, but Simon just didn't feel it quite the same.

This time, he planned to set up a nice picnic in the middle of the park where they first kissed. With the biggest bouquet of flowers, he could find at the shop and all of her favorite foods. And he had checked the weather multiple times, it had only said a 20% chance of rain with mostly sunny skies. But of course, that completely turned against him making it pouring rain and left him stranded with nothing else at hand.

He heard the front door's bells ring and knitted his eyebrows in confusion. It was still early and the roller hadn't opened yet, but it was unlocked because that was how he got in this morning.

However, when he turned his head and saw the blonde girl coming to the bar in her uniform and a single rose in hand, he buried his head in his hands. It was too late for anything at this point in time. He knew she would be crushed when he learned he had nothing left for her that day. But he had to face the music sooner than later.

He slowly lifted his head up as he gave her a soft smile. She beamed at him as she presented him with the rose. "Happy Valentine's Day, Simon," she says sweetly as she reached up to kiss him on the cheek. He looked at the rose in his hand, twirling the stem in his fingers. He looked at the girl who was batting her eyelashes at him adoringly and biting her lip. "Aren't I supposed to be the one who gives you flowers?" he asks her as he winces. Concern grows on her face as she looks at him intently. "I don't think it matters on who gives it to who. Is something wrong? Do You Not like it?"

His eyes widen at her words. "No, not at all, I love it. Really, thank you," "Then what is it?" she asks him. He sighs loudly and takes her hand leading her to sit on the bar stool opposite of him. He takes both of her hands in his and hopes that with everything he won't be murdered today.

"Well you see, I had this great date prepared for us today. it was going to be a picnic outside in the park and have all of the works. But the rain kind of ruined all of that, so I have nothing else prepared for today, Bonita. I'm sorry," he says while looking down sullenly. Simon feels Ambar squeeze his hand and makes him look up. She giggles a bit as she rests her hand on his cheek. And he looks at her very confused.

"Why are you laughing?" he asks her. She shakes her head at him. "Because I love you. But I didn't mean for it to be like that. What I meant was, I already have a surprise for you," she says. This makes Simon grow even more curious and anxious. "Wait, a surprise? What?" She smirks at him a bit. "Yes, I do have a surprise for you. But I can't tell you what it is yet obviously because it's a surprise for a reason."

At this, his heart beats a bit faster, his curiosity completely taking over him. How was it that she was one step ahead of him?

Ambar looks behind her at the clock on the wall and realizes that she could be late. "I'm running late for school. But I'll text you everything you need to know later, okay? Bye," she kisses his cheek one more time and runs out the door, leaving him frozen in place.

He was definitely not expecting such a twist coming from her. It only made him more excited to see what she had in store. And the time would slowly kill him passing by, waiting for the moment to come.

It was nearing 7, which was the time Ambar had texted Simon to be ready by. Her details in the text were very scarce. Just to be ready by 7 and to wear something in between dressy and casual. He had no idea what the fuck that was supposed to mean so of course that lead him to go into an extreme panic mode. Thankfully Pedro chilled him out and just threw him one of the leather jackets he had left in the dressing room and said he was decent enough supposedly.

All day he had been so anxious about this surprise his girlfriend had prepared for him. Not that he doubted it wouldn't be amazing, it's just the mystery of it, not knowing what the hell it actually was. But that comes with every surprise he guesses.

Just a mere few minutes before the time, Ambar comes through the door in nice jeans and heels and a shiny metallic pink blazer over a white top, pretty much how he thinks she described to him.

He leans down to kiss her peck her lips for a fraction of a second before she pulls away, her nerves having no chance of calming down anytime soon. "You look great," she says. "But we gotta go right now so let's get in the car, it's waiting out front." she yanks his hand and pulls him right behind her out the door, causing him to chuckle a bit.

They sit in the car mostly silent for the ride. He goes to hold her hand in which she automatically responds by squeezing it. He brings her hands to his lips, pressing a light kiss on her knuckles and rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand making her slightly blush. She was absolutely enamored in the moment.

Just minutes later, the pull up at one of the historic district's theaters, where there was a crowded line of people lined up against the wall of, wrapping around the corner. Simon was very confused as to why she would bring him here. But then once he stepped out of the car, he saw the front marquee which had written out 'Ed Sheeran 14/02' in individual block letters. His jaw immediately dropped at the sight and his next reaction was just to hug the girl.

He had his arms around her shoulders, nonstop kissing her hair and saying thank you in between each kiss. She had giggled into his shoulder, letting herself melt into his embrace. "This is unbelievable," he said after being such in shock. "It's been sold out for months I don't understand. How did you-" However, she interrupted him. "You know I have my ways. And I wanted to do something special for you. And I hope I really did that this time." she giggled.

Simon could only nod his head repeatedly. "No, you definitely hit it out of the ballpark this time. This is incredible," he said, still not having left his state of shock. Ambar couldn't stop beaming from his happiness but noticed the line moving quickly. "Well thank goodness, but I think we should be heading inside by now, so let's go," He instantly agreed with her and let himself be lead inside the venue, mentally preparing himself for the moment he had always dreamed of finally coming true. But there would never be enough time in the world to prepare for such a moment. But he just tried to, and let himself be carried away.

Simon was completely mindblown from Ed Sheeran's performance. He couldn't form a complete sentence when Ambar had asked him what he thought. It was truly astonishing from what the experience was. Ambar had surprised him to see not only the modern king of love songs but his number one idol of all time as well. And there was really nothing that could top that. At least, that's what he thought.

As they were pushing past people to exit the venue, Ambar pulled him to the side just before the exit, where they still stood inside, watching the people flood out. Simon looked at Ambar confused until he saw another sneaky smile creep up on her face. "Ambar... What's going on?" he slowly questioned her.

She pulled his hand towards her as she walked back towards the corner of the lobby, standing in front of a personel authenticated door. "It's another surprise...." she said softly.

At this, Simon was taken aback. Such he huge surprises all in one day, he could barely take it all in. But before he could even begin to process it even further, he was being dragged along once again, up to a set of narrow stairs very dimly lit by the tiny lights fixtured in the corners of the walls. It seemed like forever trying to get all the way to the top, but by the time they did, they were both almost out of breath. Ambar held onto the handle, looking hesitantly at Simon. "Are you ready?" she asked him. He only shrugs his shoulders, having no clue what to expect but overall agreeing. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, as she turned the nob and slowly opened the door.

She opened her eyes and was relieved to see what she had wanted. They were on the rooftop of the venue at midnight, with little fairy lights hanging on strings along with flower garlands intertwined. There was a little table set in the center of the small closed off section with covered plates and glasses of champagne and even more flowers on the centerpieces, scattered along the table, and garlands hanging off the chairs. As well as the small stereo set up playing even more romantic Ed Sheeran songs. It was just as she had envisioned.

"What...How...I-I'm..." Simon stuttered. Completely out of breath and words. There was nothing he could describe other than pure and utter shock. She covered his mouth with hers as she melted him into a sweet kiss in an instant. When she pulled away, the biggest smile she had ever seen from him as well as prickled eyes shined from his face.

She kept her arms wrapped tight around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. "Happy Valentine's Day, again" she whispered against his lips. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and frozen all at the same time, not knowing how possible it was. This was the most extravagant and thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for him, he just had no such way of processing it.

"How did you do all of this?" he asked finally finding the words once again. She smiled, taking his face in both of her hands. "Well I got special permits to use the rooftop for the night and Pedro help set it up just before we got here, so yeah." He was totally awestruck.

He looked down at the floor, his heart dropping a bit when he remembered his plans. "But my plans got ruined and I didn't get you anything else, and you did all of this for me? I just don't see how it's any fair to you when you deserve so much-" He's interrupted by her lips for a brief moment once more. "I don't care if you didn't get anything for me. You get me things all year long at random moments. And I adore every single one of them. And one holiday won't kill it. I don't care if I didn't get anything today. As long as I've made you happy, there's nothing more than I could ask for."

He pulls her into another kiss but manages to keep it for a long while. Taking their time and grabbing each other closer. Being as tight and as close as possible. They take a few inches back to finally breathe once again. He takes his hand to her neck kissing her several time more.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine," She smiles, her heart fluttering and soaring. "And I love you too, so so much."

[deliverydefresas]

we push and pull like a magnet do

look at me forcing myself to stay on schedule lmao. not even close to proofread but y’all know that already. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3  

au: famous!simón meets college!ámbar

“It wasn’t a date.”

“It was.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It so was!”

“For the last time, it wasn’t a date!”

“Honey, he invited you for coffee, paid for your food, you both asked personal questions, he gave you a ride home… he freaking met your mom! It screams date. With capital d.”

Ámbar scoffed. “Freaking? What, you stopped cursing now?”

“I’m trying to quit; I almost said ‘fuck’ when my I.L. teacher asked me a question yesterday, he gave me the death glare and I thought for sure the vein in his forehead would pop and cover me in blood.” Emilia paused, “dammit, you’re a bad influence, I was doing so good.”

She raised her brow, “I’m not in charge of what you say, you idiot.”

“But you encourage me to curse, like the wicked witch you are.” She flipped her off, then. Emilia just puckered her lips up, sending her a kiss. “Anyway, your distraction ends now, stop swimming in your river and accept it; you and pinkboi went on a date.”

“My river?”

“Y’know, the Nile? Denial.”

“Hilarious.” She deadpanned.

“I would slay as a comedian.”

Ámbar decided she’d ignore her best friend for the rest of their lunch. It’d been almost three weeks and Emilia still hadn’t dropped the subject. So, what if it sounded like she had a date? Ámbar had very clear that it hadn’t been one, and she was sure Simón knew it too. Besides, she didn’t like him. Sure, they had fun, and sure, he wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d expected; but never, not once, did it cross her mind to see it as anything but an interview.

Which, by the way, had broken records on the Fab & Chic. Jazmín and Delfi hadn’t been happy at first that she’d gone solo and met Simón on her own, or that it’d been her who he gave the exclusive (that she didn’t know it was an exclusive in the first place) about the band nearly splitting up years ago; but the exposure (and money) other media and fans had given the blog in the last two weeks was more than enough to shut their mouths and be appreciative of it. Thanks to it, Jazmín and Delfi had been offered internships on two of the best magazines in the city, and a potential place for a future job to start their careers.

Ámbar, however, got enough money to pay next semester’s scholarship without her mom’s help. Maybe two more if she worked a summer job, and her dad sent her allowance on time; which he most likely would, since he didn’t have to pay two months of his little brother’s school.

She had thought of sending Simón an e-mail to thank him, or maybe even a card; but decided against it since the dude was, well, famous, and probably received thousands of those daily. The chances of him reading it were slim to none, and most likely than not, it’d go to junk-mail.

Plus, Simón really didn’t strike him as someone who read his e-mails.

“- Mrs. Álvarez.” Emilia caught her attention. “Ha! You responded to that! You must be thinking of marrying that dude and picking your children’s names and everything!”

She glared at her. “It was just a coincidence I tuned into your delirious words when you said it.”

“Nah-uh. Tell me, are you marrying in white? Beige? Are you changing your name to his? Will you have a girl or a boy first? It’s totally a girl, isn’t it?”

“We don’t change names here!” Her best friend ignored her, continuing her ranting.

“I can totally see it. A girl, with fake blonde hair, his curls, your face and his dimples; hopefully with his butt because, no offense, but yours is none-existing.”

“Are you sexualizing my hypothetic child?” Again, she was ignored.

“You should name her after me because I’m awesome. Think about it: Emilia Álvarez Smith. Oh, or maybe like that Mean Girls girl. Huh, Regina Álvarez Smith doesn’t sound that nice, forget I said that. What about a stuck up, bitchy girl? I had this classmate in México and she sucked. Her name was M-”

“Stop naming my non-existing daughter!”

“I’m sure pinkboi would love my names, no worries.”

“Then you have kids with him!”

“I have Benny already, and no offense, but he’s hotter than your boy.”  

“You’re an idiot and I hate you a lot right now.”

Emilia smirked. “Now, now, don’t bring out the claws just because you wish your boy was hot like mine.”

Before she could retort with a sarcastic answer like she wanted, her phone vibrated on the table. Seeing Jazmín’s name on the screen threw her off; because she never called unless she needed Ámbar to do something for her and the blog.

“Hello?”

“Can I give your number to Simón?” As usual, the redhead never disappointed with her greetings.

“What?” Emilia arched her brow, silently asking who it was. When she mouthed Jazmín, her friend pretended to gag; she just rolled her eyes at her antics.

Jazmín’s sigh of annoyance was heard through the phone. “He e-mailed the Fab and Chic asking for your number. I’m asking you if I can give it to him since you’d probably kick my ass if I just gave it to him without warning.”

She would. “How are you sure it’s him? Does the guy even use his e-mail?” At this point, the other blonde was gesturing wildly to turn on the speaker. Ámbar just flipped her off.

“I e-mailed his agent and he confirmed it was his personal account.”

What did that guy want, now?

“Fine. But if I’m kidnapped or something it’s on you.”

Jazmín just hung op on her. She had been bitter two weeks ago, and she probably still was. Simón was her celebrity crush, and she was the biggest Rollerband fan she knew of; buttchin trying to contact her specifically must’ve been salt on her wounded pride. Not like she actually cared, but the boy wasn’t some thing, he was someone and Jazmín couldn’t call dibs on him like it was her property.

But, again, she didn’t like him. She just cared for his right to not be objectified.

“Well, goodbye to you too.” She muttered before locking her phone and putting it away on the table.

“What did gingerbread want now?” Emilia asked eagerly.

“Buttchin e-mailed the Fab & Chic and asked for my number. She was just asking if she could give it to him.”

The gasp that came out from her friend’s mouth should be illegal. The girl actually shrieked, “I told you! I fucking told you so! He liiiiiikes you!”

By now, half the lunch counter was glaring at them. “Would you shut up?” She hissed, “he doesn’t like me. He’s probably asking because the idiot forgot to ask for his beanie back.”

“Yeah, right. You seriously buy that bullshit? The dude is probably naming your kids right now.”

“What’s with you and thinking people are naming their kids?”

“Benny and I have. We’re naming one Bernardo and the other Esther.”

“Do you want your kids to be bullied?”

“My kids will be bad-asses, if anything they’ll bully.”

Sometimes Ámbar wondered why she was even friends with her.

She was relieved when she got home. Her classes had gone smoothly, and the workload had been reasonable; but Emilia’s teasing had hit a nerve on her that made her unable to turn off the topic in her mind.

She just wanted a shower, ice cream and a nap. Ámbar knew herself enough to accept that trying to do any work in that moment would be pointless and a sure headache.

Her bed was calling her.

And, according to her vibrating bag, so was someone on her phone. It was a blocked number, so she just let it go to voicemail and went to take a shower; if it was anything important they’d leave a message or something.

When she got out, she had ten unread texts.

Hey Ámbar, it’s simón

As in, Simón Álvarez

From the Rollerban

*Rollerband

I asked Jazmín for your # and she gave it to me, she told me she told you?

If you’re not ambar ignore these messages

I’m not actually simón from the rb

If you are tho please text me back

Or call me

Or something?

“He’s such a weirdo.” She muttered to herself, before texting a simple ‘it’s me.’ It only took seconds before he responded.

Can I call you?

No

He called her anyway.

“I told you no, buttchin.”

Simón didn’t seem to mind her greeting, as he sounded more amused that anything. “Then why did you pick up?” She didn’t answer, which only made him chuckle. “Sorry, but I really needed to confirm this was your number. It’s not like I don’t trust Jazmín but…”

“She hates me?”

“… It sounded like that, yes.”

She sighed. “She doesn’t. I think she’s just jealous you didn’t ask for her number.”

“Well, she’s not the one who stole my beanie. I have no reason to call her.”

“I didn’t steal it. You forgot to ask for it and I forgot to return it.”

“Sounds like stealing to me.”  

“Do you want me to mail it to you or something?”

“Or something.”

“Well that surely tells me what you want to.”

He chuckled again. “One of my friends goes to your uni, and they offered to pick it up for me; if that works for you I can tell them to meet you in your faculty.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for you to come to my house?”

“As much as I liked your mom’s food and having dinner with you, I can’t. The boys and I are actually out of the country right now, that’s why I couldn’t contact you earlier.”

She was surprised when she felt a wave of disappointment course through her body. Did she want to see him again? Well, yes. But she knew she didn’t need to, and she was obviously not going to ask him to wait until he was back in Buenos Aires. Her pride was bigger than that.

“Then sure. Just tell me when and I’ll bring it over.”

“Awesome! Do you have free time tomorrow?”

She nodded, even if he couldn’t see her. “I have a couple minutes before my noon class. If they can meet me at 11:50 in the square, I’ll be waiting by the fountain.”

“11:50, square, fountain; got it. I’ll text them and confirm it later, alright?” She shrugged it off with an ‘okay’. “So, how are you? How were your classes?” Ámbar smiled.

He stalled their goodbye’s for another hour, promising to call her tomorrow after uni to see if everything had gone alright.

She didn’t do any work that afternoon, but she couldn’t bring herself to care that much.

The next morning, she was next to Emilia with the beanie on her hand; waiting for whoever Simón had sent, and just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Out of everyone is this world, she really wasn’t expecting to her there.

“Da-amn.” Emilia whispered as Luna walked their way, the brunette’s grin as bright as the sun. Ámbar forced herself to smile back.

Only Simón would send her ex’s actual girlfriend to pick up his stupid hat.

[fangirlelliethings]

A little something to start with...

Hello! Um so.. this is my first Simbar fic ever so please don’t judge me too hard 😅I tried okay?😁 I hope you’ll enjoy it, you can give me some feedback on what sucked and in what I could get better🤷🏻‍♀️ or just your opinion would be fine. I want to thank my twinnie Emma @deliverygirlx for giving me advices through out the writing process and for proofreading. I love you❤️ and then one big THANK YOU to the squad (you know who you are❤️) for encouraging me to write🙈 It means a lot.💕 I lava you, girls!!❤️❤️ Okay I’m done now, you can start reading

Ambar was sitting on her bed, staring at nothing and thinking about the Prom, which is coming closer and closer. It’s basically in a week and she still doesn’t have a date! I mean, she could ask any boy to go with her, it’s easy like that… except she doesn’t want to. Everytime she imagine dancing with a boy at her prom, she sees a cute little smile and soft brown eyes that are looking at her gently and.. cling . She jumps a little and blinks from her daydreaming. STOP! She can’t think like that! No. No, no, no, no! She takes her phone to look who’s writing her and then rolls her eyes at the message.. Jazmín: S.O.S.!! I need your advice immidiately! Roller in 20 minutes! It’s SUPER SUPER IMPORTANT!!

Twenty minutes later she arrives at the Roller. Before she enters, she suddenly becomes nervous and starts mumbling. “Please don’t be here. Please don’t be here… okay Ambar. Breathe in and breathe out. What is wrong with you??” She puts on her confident face and enters the Roller. The first thing she does is look around carefully and when she doesn’t see him, she feels relieved.. but disappointed at the same time. She spots her friends and goes to sit down with them. “So! What is it Jazmín?” she says instead of greeting them. “Guess. You have one try..” says Delfi and rolls her eyes. “I’m inviting Simon to prom and I need your advice how to do it in the most romantic way!!!” says Jazmín, almost jumping on her chair. “What?” she stares at her in surprise, feeling like someone just punch her in the stomach with all their strength. “What? Ambar! Concentrate please! This is super SUPER important okay? I need all of your ideas! So I was thinking: Simón coming to the Jam&Roller in the morning to work. Dark everywhere and then suddenly.. BAM! The lights are on and I will jump up from a huge box with a huge sign that will say: ‘PROM?’ BUT!! But!! There’s more okay?? Imagine Delfi filming that for Fab&Chic! LIVE! So the whole world can see Jamón finally get together!! Thousands of viewers, thousands of Jamón shippers! Ahhhh! PER-FECT. Genial right?” Jazmín clasps her hand excitedly. Ambar bursts into laughing. “That’s one of the worst and most ridiculous ideas that you’ve ever had Jazmín. Please! Do you really think he would like that??!” Jazmín frowns: “Really? And what would he liked then?” Ambar imagines the brown eyes again and she get lost in her thoughts, doesn’t even realize she’s speaking out loud. “Something modest… just go to him and simply ask..he doesn’t like big things that catches attention. He’s too shy for that..” She smiles unconciously and doesn’t see the puzzled look at Delfi’s and Jazmín’s faces. “Just ask him? Without… anything ?!That’s SUPER OUT! How would you know anyway? You don’t know him like I do.” She snaps out of her thoughts and swears in her head. Then put on a fake smile. “Then why did you wanted my advice, Jazmín? It seems like you already have the perfect plan how to invite him! So why are you bothering me with it!!?” She doesn’t realize she’s screaming until she looks around and sees everybody staring at her. She takes her things and march out from the Roller. Why is she so angry? What did Jazmín said that was so bad to start screaming? You don’t know him like I do … it keeps resonating in her head over and over again. “Of course I don’t know him like she does! I don’t even want to know him more! Why would I? This is ridiculous! He’s just a stupid Lunita’s pet! I don’t even care if he goes to the prom with Jazmín! I can go with the hottest guy in this town! Ambar Smith can do so much better !” As soon as she gets home, she gets herself a hot date but for some reason, she doesn’t feel better at all. She actually feels worse than before. She lays down on her bed and can’t control the one tear that falls down her cheek..

She wokes up to a notification for Fab&Chic live. She’s immidiately wide awake and clicks on it to watch it. It opens right in the moment when Simon walks to the Roller and the lights turn on. She can’t believe Jazmín actually did it… she watches his shocked expression and when he says ‘Yes’, her world becomes a blur. She can’t see anything through the tears in her eyes but she’s glad she doesn’t see the rest. She doesn’t even want to imagine what came after that 'yes’. She throws the tablet across the room angrily and starts screaming. “I don’t need neither of them!! I don’t need anyone !! I am Ambar Smith !!! Neither of these losers matters to me!”

She manages to avoid both of them for the rest of the week. She even manages to convince herself it means nothing to her anymore. When she arrives at the prom, everybody is looking at her and her hot date, Marcos, amazed. But she can’t enjoy the attention.. not tonight. She sees Delfi and Pedro, already dancing and she smiles at how happy they look together. She starts searching the crowd again carefully, and feels relieved when she doesn’t see them . She drags Marcos to the dance floor and start dancing with him. A few songs later she looks up and completely freezes. Coming through the entrance are Jazmín with Simón, Jazmín hanging on Simón, and both of them laughing at something. She can see his dimples and his wrinkles around his eyes which appears when he smiles. She wishes it wasn’t so loud in the room, so she could hear his cute laugh. Suddenly he looks at her too and their eyes meet. She feels like her heart missed a beat and she stops breathing. He smiles a little and wave at her. But before she raises her hand and wave back, he’s already looking at Jazmín again, who is dragging him to the dance floor right next to her and Marcos. She tries to push back the disappointment and pretend that nothing happened, but she can feel the lump in her throat. She tries to shake it off and concentrate on Marcos and dancing again, but she can’t stop looking at them, dancing just a few metres from her. Jazmín talking and laughing all the time, looking at him with heart eyes. You’d have to be blind not to see how much she likes him. She gets a wave of nauseous feeling at the thought and looks away. When she looks back, it isn’t Jazmín, who is facing her, but Simón. To her surprise it seems like he’s not paying attention to what Jazmín is saying, just barely smiling and nodding absently. She feels the need to smirk but then Simón leans closer to her and whispers something in her ear. Jazmín starts jumping excitedly and hugs him. When she gives him a kiss on the cheek, Ambar feels like her heart dropped down to the ground and the lump in the throat gets worse. She can feel tears burning in her eyes. “I need to get some fresh air, sorry.” she lets go of Marcos and starts running to the exit, trying to hold the tears at least a few seconds more, until she’s outside. She runs out of the building and finally lets the tears go. She feels like someone is ripping her heart out of her chest, so much pain, but at the same time she can’t help herself being angry. SO angry. With him, with Jazmín, but the most with herself . Angry for being so stupid to fall for a guy like him . For being so stubborn and not asking him first before Jazmín. For missing her chance. A sob escapes from her throat. She feels ridiculous, crying here on the street for a guy that she used to despise. She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t hear the door opening behind her. “Hey..” She jumps a little and when she recognize the voice, she freezes. She quickly wipes away her tears and tries to calm herself down. “Are you okay?” Still with her back turned to the voice, she crosses her arms and says nothing. “You know… you don’t look like you’re having much fun at your prom..” he tries again. “You don’t look like you’re having fun either!” she finally snaps back. “Well, it’s not my prom, so I’m not important in this. I wouldn’t even be here… If a friend hasn’t asked me to go with her..” “Right.” “Hey.. what’s wrong?” She can feel him coming closer and when he puts his hand on her arm, she winces and her skin starts tingling right at the place, where he touches her. He slowly turns her around so she faces him and she looks away, trying to pretend like she hadn’t had a breakdown just two minutes ago because of him. “Everything’s fine! I just needed some air.. there’s so many people inside..” She tries to avoid his eyes, while he tries to analyze her face. “Have you been crying?” Dang it! Why does he have to be so good at reading her emotions? “No! No I’m fine!” she tries to lie, although she knows he’ll see right through it. “Stop lying to me. Did the guy say something to you? Or did?” “Who?” “The guy.. your… date .” the way he says the word 'date’ surprise her so much that she finally looks into his eyes. She realizes too late that it was a mistake and she gets lost in them straight away. “Uh.. I mean.. No. No, it’s not him.. he didn’t do anything wrong..” “Then what is it?” his clueless face makes her angry again. “And why do you care so much?!!! Why don’t you go back in there and enjoy the rest of the night with Jazmín?!” She can see the shock in his eyes. “What? Is this what’s it all about? You are jealous ?” “I am NOT jealous okay!? You can do whatever you want! And go to prom with whoever you want! I don’t care okay!?” “Who are you trying to convince here exactly? Me or you?” he says quietly. She gasps but doesn’t say anything. “You know… if you wanted to go to prom with me.. you could have just asked.. I would say yes.” His smile is making her feel week, but she tries to resist. “And what makes you think I wanted to go with you?! Huh?” “I don’t know… maybe the looks that you were giving us all night and the fact that when Jazmín hugged me, you ran away?” She’s so shocked that she just opens her mouth, unable to say anything. He giggles. “Yeah.. I thought so..” She can feel her cheeks getting red. “That… that doesn’t mean anything!” “Are you sure? Because if it have meant at least something .. I could do this…” She doesn’t realize what is he trying to do until his lips are on hers and she feels like something inside her exploded. When he moves away after only a few seconds, she almost groans in frustration. He smirks. “What about now? Still means nothing to you?” She tries to remember how to breath properly and tries to calm down her heart that is beating way too fast. She bites her lip to stop her smile that starts appearing on her face and somehow manages to answer. “Nope. Still nothing…” “Hmm… well in that case, I feel like I have to try again..” He kisses her again, this time with more passion, taking her by the waist and bringing her closer to him. She answers his kiss with eagerness, while putting her hands around his neck, bringing him closer as well. If she’s ever imagined kissing him, the actual thing was a hundred times better. For a moment, she forget about everything else, perceiving only his lips on hers. When they break apart after a few more seconds, she feels like her knees will fail her at any moment now. He leans his forehead on hers and then pokes her nose with hers and smiles. “Still nothing?” he asks breathless. “I think this time it was maybe a little something…” she answers and looks at him, this time she can’t stop the smile that is appearing on her face. “Well.. I think that’s a good start..” he laughs and leans in to kiss her again.

[mylutteoheart]

I love your fanfics💛 I was wondering if you could write something about Ambar being jealous of the friendship between Luna and Simon + Simbar, of course😏

Thank you so much for the compliment.

Here’s your request. Hope you like it.

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Jealousy And Confusion

Ámbar wentto Roller after school, just like always. Right now, the only thing she wantedto do was skate after this rough day. But first she wanted to order a drink, itwas a pretty hot day so she was thirsty. But when she walked into the cafeteria,something happened to her, something she never thought would overcome her.

She sawLuna and Simón sitting at a table, laughing about a joke one of them made. He seemedso happy with her. When she saw them smile at each other, she felt like someonehad punched in her stomach. She started feeling something but she didn’t knowwhat it exactly was.

She watchedthem with a look of disgust on her face. She didn’t she was making this faceuntil Delfi asked her what was going on.

“Nothing, Ijust can’t believe that they’re friends. But maybe they found each otherbecause they’re at the same level” she told her friend with a tone full ofdisapproval. She couldn’t hide her negativity towards the two friends.

“Are yousure that you’re okay?” Delfi insisted.

“Everything’sgreat” Ámbar said, trying to keep her voice neutral. She walked away doing hertypical Ámbar walk.

The samething happened to her the next day.

Simón andLuna were skating on the rink together. It looked like they had a lot of fun. Suddenly,Ámbar started imagining her and Simón skating together. The thought was nice. Sheremembered the time they skated together at the intercontinental competition, duringtheir performance, she thought he was one of the best skating partners she’sever had. He made her feel like she was flying whenever they skated together. Shedidn’t get why she suddenly felt warm at the thought of her and him doingsomething together. It even made her smile. What is happening to her?

She didn’tknow what was going on with her. Why she was feeling this way. What does thismean to her? At first, she thought she hated the sight of Luna being happy withher friends but she knew this wasn’t the feeling of hate. It was somethingdifferent. Something she never felt before. She really wants to know all theanswers to her questions. But how is she going to find them? She is consideringasking advice with someone who would be willing to help her. Is there someonewho would want to do this? Is she really going to do this? She considered allthe possibilities to find every answer. She decided to stick with askingsomeone. But who?  She looked around the cafeteriato find the right person. She noticed Matteo sitting alone. Lost in histhoughts. He might be the right person.

She walkedup to him: “Hello, Matteo. How are you?” she said this in a very fake friendlytone. Matteo noticed this immediately.

“What doyou want, Ámbar?” he asked a little annoyed.

She took adeep breath, she was nervous to ask him. “I need your advice.”

Matteo wassurprised by this. Ámbar Smith has never asked for advice in her entire life.

“This mustbe really serious.”

“Yes… Maybe…I don’t know.”

“What isgoing on?” he frowned.

“Something’shappening to me. Lately, I’ve been feeling… things” she almost whispered.

“What kindof things?” he asked in a normal tone.

“Not soloud, I don’t want anyone to know” she put her finger on her mouth to show him thatshe’s serious.

“Okay,fine. Tell me, what is it that you feel?”

“I don’tknow but every time I see Luna and Simón together, I get this feeling. Like someonepunched in my stomach” she was really whispering now, “and whenever I think ofdoing something together with him, like skating for example. I get this nice,warm feeling inside and just the thought of it makes me smile like an idiot”she was a little mad that she was feeling all these things, she has no ideawhy.

Matteo startedlaughing now. Ámbar couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A sudden blush cameon her cheeks. She was a little embarrassed. She started regretting thedecision she made to ask advice from Matteo.

“What’s sofunny?” she was turning her anger towards Matteo.

“I can’tbelieve this, you really don’t know what’s going on?” he asked with a big smirkon his face.

“Why do youthink I came to you too?” she was definitely getting angry now.

“You reallyare clueless, aren’t you?” he waited for an answer. When he didn’t get one, hecontinued: “You’re jealous of them. Especially jealous of Luna.”

She put ona confused look.

“Oh my God,you’re so in love with Simón, you don’t even see it.”

“What? I’mnot in love with him. That’s impossible.” she let out in disbelief.

“Well, youare and there’s nothing you can do about it” he was still laughing. He found itamazing that she finally knows what love feels like. It’s funny how she foundout though. “I’ll let you alone to process this now.” He put his hand on hershoulder for a second and then left.

“Unbelievable.I have feelings for Simón. How is this possible?” she said her thoughts outloud. She has no idea what she is going to do next.

[huffletiika]

Space is just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too close

So, yesterday’s chapter inspired me, so I wrote this short SIMBAR one shot, hope you like it, and let me know if you want some other one shots from this couple, lutteo or gastina. I’m accepting prompts, by the way.

Read my other fics here.

She has been fighting this feeling for a long time, those stupid butterflies on her belly every time he was close, that hole on her chest every time she found him and Jazmin being stupidly cute together. She shouldn’t be feeling something like THAT for him, he was beanie boy, he was Lunita’s best friend, and he was a loser just like her. But, then again, he came to the lockers room, and then again she felt her heart beating faster.

“Are you ready?” He asked, with that stupid smile on his face.

“I always am.” She said, raising her chin with arrogance, and stood up with her skates already on, skating her way outside the lockers room. “You better give your best to this choreography, because I’m not going to lose against Lunita and Matteo, we have to be the main couple on the competition. And I know she is your best friend and stuff, but for some reason Juliana put us together, so don’t mess it up.” She said, while they were skating towards the rink.

“I will do my best, Ambar. I won’t disappoint you.” He promised her with a grin.

Oh, good lord, she wanted to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

She tried to erase that thought from her head.

They had the rink all for themselves, as Luna and Matteo had to practice somewhere else, and it was great, because that way they could prepare the choreography to fit the space where they were going to present it. That, plus the fact their competitors couldn’t stand being together, gave them an advantage, which she wasn’t going to waste.

“You know what could be great for the end of the choreography?” She heard him say, after fifteen minutes of practicing the steps again and again.

She just gave him a movement of her hand, so he would continue.

“Come over here.” He asked, and she skated towards him.

“So, we finish the choreography being like this ¿right? Juliana asked us to show some passion, didn’t she? And as I see it, just getting closer at the end isn’t enough.” He explained. “You can… like, reach your hand on my direction.” He instructed, and so she did it. “And I can do this.” He added, and then she felt his hand taking hers, and his lips on the back of it

It was enough to send shivers down her spine.

Her first instinct was to pull away, but he didn’t permit it, and instead brought her closer using their joined hands to accomplish this task.

Their faces where so close she could feel his breath caressing her face and, for just a few seconds, she fancied about crossing the short distance between their lips, and finally find out how is it to kiss him, if it was as good as she had imagined.

But then, the sound of hands clapping brought her back to reality.

“That ending was perfect, guys! You should so use it on the duel!” shouted Jazmin, and she pull herself away from Simon’s arms as fast as she could, putting some space between them. “You two make an amazing couple on the rink, I’m pretty sure you will win.”

Ambar reached her chin, flipped her hair, and skated away from the center of the rink.

“Of course we will.” She said, trying not to look at him.

She reminded herself she shouldn’t feel like that towards him, not only because he was Lunita’s best friend, but because one of her best friends was crushing on him, and even if that shouldn’t be a problem for her, she didn’t want to cause such a mess for something so insignificant as this physical attraction she felt for the beanie boy.

She just had to keep it for herself, and one day or another it would fade away.

Jazmin went running to hug Simon, and Ambar rolled her eyes, she didn’t like to see them together, it felt like a punch on the middle of her chest, mostly because he looked at the other girl with such warmth and tenderness, she felt like an outsider.

No one has ever looked at her like that, he would never look at her like that.

“I think we can finish the practice here.” She finally said, putting herself together, before storming out from the rink. “Gotta get something from the cafeteria.” She added, without looking back.

[still-love-the-moon]

Ghost Of You

Prologue

The first time she sees a ghost is after her cousin Luna almost drowned her. She is nine and she is skating and yer younger cousin is dancing near the pool. One minute she is lost in her thoughts, the music playing in all the garden and, the next, she is gasping for air and trying to pull herself on the surface with Luna screaming her name at the top of her lungs- which is a lot for an eight years old, but she is not gonna complain.

The second she is out and wrapped in her aunt Monica's hug- and a towel- she can see things- person- that shouldn't be there and no one believes her. Which, she understands that is the most realistic option, but still she is offended and she will be petty about it for the rest of her life.

Sharon thinks is a brain injury- Ámbar bites her tongue to not tell her that she is a brain injury because she knows that the price for that comeback wouldn't be worthy- and wants to bring her to a doctor, Alfredo dismiss the thing by saying that it's probably just her childish imagination but she should still be checked by someone and Miguel says that she should probably see a therapist since she almost drowned and could be PTSD. Monica- Ámbar will love her forever for that- close the discussion, telling them all to shut up and let her rest for the day because she doesn't need other things to stress about.

The ghost of an old lady behind her snorts- in a total, not lady-like way that Sharon would hate- saying something along the line of 'That's my daughter'. Before she can even see a therapist's studio she shut up about the ghosts, pretends that the incident never happened- hard when Alfredo doesn't let her near the pool for the rest of the summer- and that ghosts don't' exist.

Her family goes back to normal and she learns how to live with her gift- last time she called it a curse a ghost wanted to slap her in the face and the only thing stopping it was the fact that they pass through humans- without letting others noticing.

Then Ramiro Ponce dies and starts to haunt her because she is the only one that can see him.

And she wants to kill him again.

i.

Ramiro Ponce is an idiot. A fucking idiot and a spineless coward that can choke on a fork- or he could have done it since he is dead now.

He had a car accident and Ámbar wants to scream that she always told him, million of times, that he always went to fast, but she reprime herself because she is grieving him. Even if he doesn't deserve it, even after everything he did.

They grew up together, friends since they were little idiots running around in the garden of the mansion. With their group, they ruled the school- and the Jam & Roller and everywhere else they went because they were that iconic.

He was always the funny one, the sunshine of the group. Hell, Ámbar always thought that he was the only one of them that judged people without being a complete jerk.

Then he skipped Luna's funeral and then they found out that he flew out of the town without even having the decency to tell them or call them or paying respect for her cousin.

That's probably where everything went to shit because if he didn't care for his friends then they shouldn't care about him, right?

No, because they all care for him, even if they are still pissed. And now Ámbar is crying for his death in Matteo's living room with the rest of her friends, hugging Jazmin tightly to support her. He doesn't even deserve them after the little stunt at Luna's funeral.

He shows up one hour later they found out- of course, he had to do it- standing in a corner and watching everyone with a pale face and guilty expression- serves him right.

She wants to get up and punch him but it would be a little weird since no one else can see him- she wishes that she couldn't see him either.

He turns her head to watch her and when he realizes that she can see him, he swallows. Then the bastard tilts his head to the side, a smirk on his face as he realizes what's going on, and wave his hand in her direction.

That's when she realizes that she is fucked.

ii.

"Does this dude never stops talking?"- he asks annoyed without moving his eyes from the dude he is referring. The priest. He is referring to the priest that is holding his funeral as an annoying dude- "It's like blah blah blah, Jeez just shut up and let them mourn me in peace."

He is standing right next to her and he's making really bad jokes that only she can hear.

Would it be weird if she opened the casket and slapped the body of Ramiro with the excuse that he deserved it?

"Shouldn't you be crying?"- he asks leaning towards her face and pretending to not notice that she is done with him and just want to be left alone- "You know, mourning me or something like that?"

Ámbar wants to laugh in his face- how can she mourn him when he is standing right in front of her and he's annoying her with his jokes?- but it's not the best thing to do since they are in a graveyard and someone is dead. At least for everyone else.

She hates that place because they are always more people around that they should be- but there are never the ones that she needs- and now she has to stand him too?

"Not a single tear? That's hurt Ámbs, makes me think you hate me"

She does, but at the same time, she doesn't. It's complicated.

Ramiro was a pain in the ass when he was alive but still, they grew up together, they were best friends. Then everything happened so fast and she wanted him dead. She never meant dead like this, more on metaphorically way.

Matteo grabs her hand, holding tightly and trying not to cry- he fails, memories crossing his minds too quickly to stop them- and Ramiro shut up for a few seconds, knowing that he can't do anything for his living friend.

It takes Ámbar a few minutes to realize that the Chilean is gone, disappearing the second Matteo breaks down against her shoulder.

iii.

She thinks that is the end, that Ramiro I'm-the-asshole-that-didn't-showed-up-at-Luna's-funeral Ponce will leave her alone and she would just add his name to the people she is mourning and then will move on.

He saw his funeral, the guys that a long time ago were his friends and he can move on to his next life or the white path or whatever he wants to do because she doesn't care for him.

Sadly it's not the end, at least not for her.

Ramiro is in her apartment, waiting for her on the couch, sitting upside down like he used to do at the mansion.

HE IS FUCKING HAUNTING HER.

iv.

She ignores him for two days straight- two longs day of bad jokes about death and annoying questions- before she eventually breaks and confronts him.

"Aren't you suppose to move on?"- she doesn't really know how it works because she never died- inside doesn't count apparently- and most of the ghosts don't even know that she can see them- "So you can finally leave me alone" "Well it's my first time as dead, I don't know what to do"- the boy smirks, thinking that is funny and she is gonna laugh- "Aren't you the one that talks to ghosts?"

Does he fucking think she has a manual or something like that? Do her memories fool her and he is actually fucking dumb?

"I don't talk with them and they don't talk with me, which is a really great deal for both of us"- she wonders if Ghostbusters are real? Maybe she could check on the Internet, that would be a really good idea.

"That's depressing"

She wants to ask what's his deal, what's his unfinished business with the world. There must be a reason why he can't leave her alone, but she tells herself that she doesn't care for him. She does, even if she doesn't like it.

"You are a shitty ghost-talker"- he sounds serious but his smile tells her that he is not.

"You are a shitty ghost"

There is a high chance that he might die again.

first act

When Ámbar Smith was younger and dumb, she had a crush on Ramiro Ponce. He was sweet, charming and funny.

It was her little secret, her own dirty, little secret.

Then she realized he was a fucking idiot.

v.

She founds out that having a ghost as a roommate is not that bad- most of the time.

They don't leave the toilet seat up after they peed as Matteo used to do, they don't eat her favorite yogurt like Delfi and they don't steal her precious and beautiful clothes to go on dates with Nico- Jazmin could never be trusted again after that.

But then again her roommate is the ghost of Ramiro fucking Ponce, so it's definitely bad.

He is a pain in the ass and he wants to make sure remembers it every second of the day.

He complains about what she eats ("You've been eating the same meal for three days straight" "I really fucking like salad, okay?"), what she watches on TV- if she is the one that can touch the remote, she is the one that chose what to watch- he annoys her when she is reading something and he makes faces behind the people she's trying to talk to.

If he was human she would have thrown him out, but he's a ghost and she can't touch him.

vi.

"I won't talk for three days and I won't show up either but, please, for God's s-"

"I thought you were an atheist. Death made you change your mind?"- she teases him, putting the DVD of Titanic on and getting ready to enjoy her film.

"For someone's sake can you please, pretty pretty please, not watch Titanic again?"

She pretends to think about it- she will never says this out loud, but she does think about that because she can't stand him anymore and would do anything to make him shut up- then she simply says 'no'. A little word but it's not like he can do something to change her mind, it's her choice.

"Why can't we watch something else? You always pick the movie!"

He can't stand another evening watching that movie, that's his own personal hell, but the girl seems to love it endlessly.

She looks at him in disbelief- is he seriously asking that?- stopping herself from reminding him that she is the only alive, human being in that house.

She doesn't do that, though, because it would be too insensible even for her- he doesn't deserve kindness but she spent too much time with Simón after Luna's death and he made her soft.

They watch the movie together like always and, surprisingly, he doesn't complain.

At least, not that much.

vii.

The thing that Ámbar learned with time, is that seeing ghosts is not that bad once you get used to it.

You learn that is not as poetic or beautiful like in movies because the ghosts are not pretty. They are paler then they were in real life with sad expressions on their face, they leave this tiny dust wherever they go- that disappear in a few seconds- and the longer they stay on Earth, trying to fulfill their porpuses the shadest they get. She saw one of them one time and it terrified her in ways that she can't, yet, elaborate.

It was just a black silhouette standing on the corner of the road, watching a kid playing basketball with a sad smile of his face, or what was left of a face.

She saw family members watching the others, at least for a few seconds, before vanishing and she wished she had those moments too.

When Luna died, the first of the long list, she never visited her for saying good-bye or checking on her and it broke her heart knowing that she didn't care about her feelings, then her mother died and did the same thing- but she is not surprised that Sharon Benson didn't think of her.

Her biggest lost, hower, is without a doubt her grandad Alfredo that died a few weeks before her twenty-one birthday, leaving a grieving girl behind, breaking her heart when she realized that he wouldn't have come visiting her. But again, why would he? He was already with his favorite niece.

They never showed and she is still waiting for them.

viii.

They live like that for a few weeks- well she lives, he just ghosts around the house- before it happens.

She was particularly moody that day- blame Matteo that kept her up till 3 am- and Ramiro was joking around, pushing her until she exploded. Of course, he forgot that it was Luna's birthday- or it would have been if she was still alive- he doesn't care how much time pass or what day is, he just care to haunt her until she is even more miserable than she already feels.

So when it happens everything became a battlefield and, later a greek tragedy.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Ramiro is a little taken back- it's the first time she doesn't respond with a sarcastic comeback- not knowing exactly how to handle an extra mad Ámbar, mostly because he doesn't know what's going on with her.

"For once in your life can you shut up and leave me the fuck alone?"- she means all of that- being haunted is not something that she likes- but at this point, she is mad, and hurt and just want to be left alone for some time and he is pissing her off, so she doesn't care if she hurt his feelings in the process. She just wants a fucking break from everything.

"What's wrong with you today?"- the blonde ignores how his voice sounds hurt because she is not gonna deal with a sad ghost right now- she never wanted to deal with a ghost in the first place.

"What's wrong with me? Well, for starters, I can see and talk with ghosts"- she starts explaining- "Two, the one guy that I considered my friend left me alone the day of my cousin's funeral without even having the decency to call me and third, today is said cousin birthday and everyone is constantly asking me to go out with them because they are scared that I'll do something stupid"- exasperation fills her voice and she hates herself because she doesn't want anyone to see her breakdown- even if he is a ghost.

Everyone is constantly expecting her to explode like a bomb and Ámbar doesn't want to, but it's hard mourning someone when you are still waiting for them to visit you.

The conversation dies there because Delfi shows up unexpectedly claiming that she fought with Pedro- is just an excuse to talk with Ámbar and stay with her- and Ramiro disappears is a second.

He knows that he screwed up, but he wants to make amend.

ix.

"Hey Ámbar"

"I thought you disappeared"

"Do you think I'm still beautiful, even as a ghost?"

"You were beautiful when you were alive?"

x.

He thinks they are cool then, or at least until she calls him in her room two nights after their fight. He wants to make some jokes about inviting boys in her room at night, but he stops himself. She is crying and he doesn't know what to do or how to make her feel better.

He never saw her cry- well, maybe when they were kids but she almost broke her arm it was normal- and he doesn't even what's going on.

She is a mess- beautiful and complicated, but still a mess- and usually, she would handle things alone but this time she can't anymore.

For the last years of her life, she tried to handle everything and everyone in her way- Luna's death, Sharon's death, and Alfredo's death- trying to not make anyone worry about her or her feelings. She had been there for everyone but she ignored her feelings until they became too many.

He looks at her from the frame of the door, still not moving, still trying to understand what's going- why did she suddenly breakdown?- when he notices that she is holding Luna's old diary in her hands.

Well, that explains a lot...

"I'm sorry for yesterday, I j-just couldn'-"- she can't even talk and she feels pathetic- what would Sharon think of her?- but it's not like Ramiro care if she is crying. He is more worried about what could happen if he leaves her alone.

"It doesn't matter Ámbs"- it's just a whisper but she hears it anyway and that makes her cry even harder, to his surprise.

He sits on her bed, trying to hug but trespassing her and giving her chills while he feels warm under the hands- he hasn't felt that in a while.

He listens to her for the whole night. Listen to how she blames herself, how everyone is copying and she can't move on, like the moment Monica told her that Luna was dead is stuck in on repeat in her head. She tells him about her ex Benicio and everything he put her through, she opens up about why she is always so mad. When she is over he tells her about the Adrenaline, how they put him in bad habits that he tried to quit them, but only got worse after Luna's death. Which is why he could go to her funeral, because he felt so ashamed of himself and that Luna would have hated him.

They fall asleep together, facing each other and maybe- only maybe- having Ramiro around is not that bad anymore.

second act

When Ámbar Smith was an innocent little girl she had a best friend, Ramiro Ponce. Then they fought and she hated him. Then he died and he started haunting her.

That's how the tragedy started.

xi.

Turns out that after that night a lot of things change.

He is not a little shit anymore and staying around him is actually funny- she feels like they went back to be kids. They watch movies and spend days talking. Until Jazmin's knock on the door of her apartment to talk with her. She hasn't been much around lately and her friends want to check on her.

The blonde sips her tea while her friend shows her some magazines with the latest trends, Ramiro realizes that no matter how much time passes, Jazmin is always gonna be Jazmin- and he loves her for that.

"Are you gonna go back to the mansion one day?"- the redhead asks in a moment of silence, almost making the other girl choke on her precious tea- it's green tea and Ramiro teased her about that too.

She never really thought of it- yes, the mansion has been her home for her whole life but she is haunted by the memory of Luna there- and, for the first time in her life, she is not sure of what to answer. She misses that place, but mostly she misses the memories she had there- she misses who used to live there.

"I'm not sure of it, why?"- it's a simple question and yet Jazmin sighs, making her furrow her eyebrows. Both of them know the answer, one of them just don't want to accept it.

"You haven't been around much lately, not since Ramiro's funeral. We are worried for you"- she is whispering- why everyone always whispers? Is that a secret move that she doesn't know, is there an actual reason or people can't raise their fucking voices?- and she is terrified to make her mad.

Everyone knows that talking to Ámbar about her feelings it's like walking on a mine-strewn and it would be better to leave her alone, let her think about everything alone- like always- but then they remember. Remember how miserable she was after Luna, how she couldn't even get up from the bed for a whole week. Her screams whenever she had a nightmare and when she finally broke down, trying to keep herself together but failing. How hard it was to convince her that she wasn't broken, she was grieving and it was okay. They don't want that to happen again.

Ámbar understands her point of view but it's hard grieving for the boy that she can see standing in the hallway with a sad smile on his face.

xii.

The morning of her birthday she wakes up with Ramiro already by her side, looking at her and waiting to start the day- to piss her off.

"You are creepy"- and if he was still alive she would have pushed him down the bed and called the police but it's just her roommate ghost- "Couldn't you wait for me in the kitchen?" "Happy birthday Ámbs"- he states, completely ignoring what she said before- "What are we gonna do today?"

"Gas told me that Teo threw me a party. Seriously is sad how that guy can't even keep a secret"- she is rambling, he knows because she keeps moving her mouth and he can hear words but he is too busy watching her face. He feels sixteen all over again when they talked about everything and he got lost in her eyes. When he used to spend hours wondering what would feel like to kiss her and hold her in his arms. Except that he is twenty-two and he is dead now. But it could be worse, right?

"I would ask you to come to the party but- "- she doesn't end the sentence, she doesn't need to because Ramiro understands.

He is dead and no one would see him. No one will see him ever again.

"We can always watch a movie, but I'm gonna chose it this time"

She laughs and he follows her. None of the two notices that their smiles don't reach their eyes, and they won't know that it's for the same reason.

He is dead and nothing can change that.

xiii.

She missed her friends. And she realizes it as soon as she steps in the room and the group is there waiting, smiles on their faces and birthday's gift on the table near the lemon cake that she loves. A cake that was probably made by Matteo since he hates buying the in the pastry shop- and that's definitely not because he fought with the employer.

She missed them so much and yet, she can't shake the feeling that something- or someone- is missing. Maybe she is just so used to have Ramiro around that is weird being without him, even if it's only for a few hours.

They drink and party all night, feeling like they are seventeen and rebels all over again and maybe- only for one little second- they are. They don't have to worry about the friends they lost, about the family that they lost. They just care about the moment and for a few hours, they are free.

Then it all ends just as fast as it started. Ámbar is slightly drunk- she is wasted but she is denial- and Simón offers her a passage home- her apartment is on the way.

Pedro and Nico fall asleep in the car and the girl would make fun of them if she wasn't too busy looking at the stars from the window.

They have small talks- it's not like drunk Ámbar would have a whole conversation- and he found ironic how she can still be her usual smart-ass self even when she is that drunk.

"I'm just stating that 12 is definitely the worse multiple of 4, everyone knows that"- she exclaims while he tries to carry her to her apartment, trying to know laugh at what she is saying- if he could record her when she is like this he would, but then she would kill him and that's not a really good thing.

"Yeah, silly of me to forget it"-he replies and luckily she doesn't catch his sarcasm in that moment because otherwise, he would have to listen to her complaining- and this is not a good moment.

He opens the door and he can't see Ramiro standing in the corner, looking worried at the scene. Maybe he is a little disappointed that he is dead because he can't carry her like that, or just touch her in general, but he is not gonna admit it out loud.

"I want to sleep"- she is drunk and he smiles because she is adorable and cute and everything she can be and she is looking at him. Yes, could only be spaced out and not in her right mind but she is looking at him, not Simón.

"You are going to sleep bonita, just give me a few seconds"- he brings her to her bedroom and Ramiro follows them closely, making fun of the nickname under his breath. It's not like he would hear him anyway, which is good because he completely loses his shit when he sees Simón struggling to remove her high heels- it's not that hard, he is just really tired, ok?- cursing them under his breath.

The Mexican looks around the room, looking for something that could keep her warm- he has no intention of undressing her.

The ghost opens his eyes when he notices the hoodie his friend is putting on her. It was his, from one of the last time he visited the Mansion, long before he screwed up everything- she kept it? Even after everything he did. He left it in the mansion the day they graduated- the best day of his life for many reasons.

The boy that is alive kisses her on the forehead- lingering a little too much to be only a friendly kiss- before closing the door of the room and turning off the light to let her sleep.

Simón is alive and always had chemistry with Ámbar. He is dead and disappointed her too many time. In his mind, that's a battle that he has already lost. In her's, there was never one.

xiv.

The next morning Ámbar is in hangover and Ramiro tries to cheer her up for three hours before she goes to sleep again.

"Last night was fun, uh?"- he sarcastic question when she groans against her pillow.

"Shut up"- she replies annoyed, trying to understand where the buzzing comes from- if her neighbor is masturbating again in the bathroom at 9 am she is gonna throw hands at her husband because he can't make her cum- "Have someone ever told you how much you are annoying?"

"You did it, for all my life and even after"- he answers quickly before remembering what happened last night with his old friend- until he has answers about where those two romantically stands, he is no longer gonna call him by his name- "What happened last night with Romeo?"

"Who the fuck is Romeo?"- he realizes from the skepticism in her voice that maybe is not the best thing to be petty and not say his name.

"Our beloved Mexican, you idiot"

She doesn't answer immediately and his heart would miss a beat if he still had one, then she snorts and starts laughing.

"He just gave a ride home. You know he is always nice with everyone"

He doesn't kiss everyone like that, though.

He talks with her until she falls asleep and he disappears in the kitchen, looking at the note the boy left for her the night before.

'You must hate me because I've let you sleep in that dress but at least I gave you the hoodie. Hope it was comfortable- Simón'.

Ramiro rolls his eyes, throwing himself on the couch. 'At least I gave you the hoodie' you would say something like that? A moron, that's who.

That could have been him if only they didn't screw up so much in the past.

If only...

third act

The last day of school Ramiro Ponce kisses Ámbar Smith against a tree and it's not exactly like neither of them imagined it but it's still perfect. Then Luna dies and he skips town and she fucking hates him.

He had always been selfish to the core, she should have noticed that earlier.

xv.

"This is a setup date"- Ramiro exclaims while Ámbar is looking in the mirror, trying to pick up a dress- "I can't believe you haven't realized that"

"It's not. Delfi and Jaz wanted to go out with Pedro and Nico and offered me to go with them so Simón wouldn't be alone. Now which one"

He snorts. Is she playing dumb or she doesn't realize anything about her romantic life anymore? She is smarter than that, he knows that.

Maybe she likes Simón.

"The light blue one matches your eyes"- she smiles, putting the pink one in the wardrobe and looking in the mirror to imagine the make-up she could wear. There was a nice color in a palette that Jazmin gave her for her birthday, maybe she could use that.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"- she suddenly asks, surprising the boy- he always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Her younger self would laugh at her, her ego bigger than the whole mansion at that time, but now she only the fragile ghost of who she used to be and she doesn't feel pretty enough.

"Ms. My-ego-is-bigger-than-my-house, are you asking me if you are pretty?"- the sarcasm in his voice makes her roll her eyes and, weirdly enough, smile at the same time. Why did she ask him anyway? He used to kiss everyone who had an heart-beat.

She goes to the bathroom to get ready, giving him the middle finger before leaving the room. He laughs for a few seconds, then he remembers what she told him. How Benicio used to treat her, what he always told her to keep her with him, how he dared to make her feel less than she was because he was scared to lose her.

He let himself fall on the couch, hating that guy with every fiber of his body- well, of his soul because he doesn't have a body anymore- and waiting for her to get out of the bathroom to speak with her.

"Hey bonita"-he mocks his friend as soon as he notices blondes hair in the hallway, stopping as soon as he takes a good look at her.

She is always being gorgeous, at least in his eyes, and that dress on her is just wow. And he can't shake the ugly feeling in his chest that tells him that he should have been the one.

"Stop making fun of him!"- she complains throwing the purse at him, realizing too late that it will trespass him- "Shit!"

"Well I was about to compliment you but now I'm hurt"- he jokes, ignoring the fact that she looks so pretty and she is going on a date with Simón.

Fuck, he used to like that guy- he still does, he is just jealous- but now every time he thinks of him he just gets angry- at himself, because he never told her how he felt, at their destiny because it ripped away every chancè he had and at his friend because he is alive and has a possibility with her.

Ámbar shakes her head, laughing silently while taking her purse from the couch and fixing in on her shoulder.

"I'm gonn-"- "You look beautiful"

They are in silence for a few seconds that someone knocks at the door.

That's another thing they will never talk about.

xvi.

Simón is a really nice guy, she always knew. She always has fun with him and she doesn't feel like she is a complete bitch near him because he brings out her best part, but he also ignores her darker self. He always focuses on the good and pretends that the bad in the world doesn't exist. So she smiles and for a few minutes she tries to be like him, but then they face the world and she can't pretend.

She can't pretend that she doesn't notice the way a ghost looks at her with lust trying to get closer until she glares at him, or the way a drunk man cat calls her from the other side of the street.

The truth is that she liker Simón- everyone does- and they have a great time together but then she remembers dark curly hair under a stupid baseball hat, the guy that stood up for her in every situation- no matter how fucked was- and she realizes that he is not the one for her.

And the realization is just a cruel joke on her because her one love is now dead, and she never told him anything. They never had a possibility or maybe they did and they wasted it. What if they had more than one and they threw them all away?

At the end of the night, he kisses her on her cheek, and she thinks that it's a nice feeling, but her mind can't help but wonder how would it be if he was Ramiro.

xvii.

The next day Ámbar is making cookies while Ramiro is sitting on the counter laughing his ass off. She has always been a terrible chef but seeing her trying to cook while also dancing to the ABBA's song 'Lay all your love on me' is something that he never thought he would see in his life. There are already some cookies in the oven and there is a countdown that is running out of time, even if neither of them knows.

It feels natural like it's always being that way, like it should be this way for the rest of her life.

Like is them against the world all over again and they are teenagers one more time.

The blonde slides next to him, ending in front of him and both of them laugh at the once Queen of the rink. She used to be so perfect in everything and now she is tripping because of her white socks.

The atmosphere in the room change as soon as the two of them stops laughing and they look in each other's eyes. Their smiles fade away slowly but they can't look away from the other's eyes- why is it always the eyes?

Ramiro moves his hand against her cheek, forgetting that he is not gonna feel anything if not a warm sensation under his palm.

The cold from the contact sends chills all over her body and she wishes, with every fiber of her being, that she could feel his skin against hers, that she could kiss him in that exact moment.

"I wish I could kiss you right now"- he is whispering and she would really be pissed at him- he knows she hates whispering- if she wasn't too surprised to speak. That is the moment when she realizes that she had been waiting for what's about to happen for a long time- maybe since their first/last kiss in the schoolyard.

They both lean closer, forgetting that they won't ever touch or feel the other until they are the inches apart, still looking in each other eyes. They don't want to look away, almost as they're scared to kill whatever is happening. For a second they forget everything that happened.

It feels like the time has been frozen as they could stay in that moment for the rest of eternity, just the two of them.

But it doesn't work that way and they should know better.

The timer of the oven rings and the atmosphere breaks, bringing them back in the- cruel- reality. He is a ghost- in a few years he will become a shadow if he doesn't follow the light path- and she is a girl with her whole life in front of her. He is gonna finish his business sooner or later and will leave her alone, dealing with an heart-break she will never get over.

They were never meant to be together.

Ámbar moves toward the oven to open it, wishing to take back the last ten minutes because she wants to kiss him now, trying to erase the moment from her mind- and keeping it close at the same time.

Another song from the ABBA starts and both of them smile sadly at the irony without looking at each other.

Because of course, it started 'The winner takes it all', that's their fucking luck.

xviii.

Ámbar and Matteo visit Luna's grave but the blonde can't shake the feeling of loneliness from her. It's been almost two years but she still remembers everything vividly, like it was yesterday.

"Life is a fucking joke on us, don't you think?"- he asks trying to not cry, not in front of all these strangers- "I never told Luna I loved and you never told Ramiro you loved him"

It's different than this, she knows it too well. Too many evenings with her cousin, talking about boys, life and their future. All is useless now.

"Luna loved you too, you know? I always teased her because she was 100% sure you like someone else"- she chuckles at the memories the girl hiding her head under the pillow because she was making fun of her.

"Must be a family trait"- he states with a sad smile before turning to her to put his hand over her shoulder- "Because you never notice that Ramiro was in love with you"

But he is wrong there because she always knew, she was only scared to tell him that she loved him too.

xix.

Technically she could be in love with a ghost, it could work. Yeah, they could never touch each other but as far as now it worked, right?

It's not like she is gonna complain if she can spend the rest of her life with the guy she loves since she was fourteen. Maybe they stand a chance after all- maybe they are destined to be together.

xx.

He is completely and absolutely in love with her.

He loves her, it took him to die and haunt her for two months to fucking admit it out loud but he loves her. And she loves him back, the girl of his dreams loves him back.

Which is why he needs to leave, because he would keep her away from her life because they are a tragedy.

Because they were never meant to be together.

xxi.

As soon as she gets back home she notices that Ramiro is standing on his feet, against the wall and that's already weird since he is always on the couch. Then she realizes that he is whimpering and he is gonna cry soon.

"I lied to you"- she doesn't understand and she is terrified- "I know what's keeping me here. I've known for a while now but I wouldn't admit it because I'm scared to lose you"

What does he mean? Lose her? She doesn't understand anything and Ramiro is crying and she can't touch him to comfort him- can they go back and start the conversation all over again?

"I-It's you, it's always been you. I'm i-in love with you but I could never tell you and now I'm dead and-"- he stops talking when he feels something warm against his cheek, the feeling of her hand, and he hopes that he will remember it in the afterlife.

"I love you too-"- he stops her there, shaking vigorously his head- "I'm leaving. I can't do this to you, you deserve to be happy"

"You do too. You make me happy, please don't leave me"- She tries to hold to him, begs him to stay, letting all her pride shatter to the ground just to be with him- "I can't lose you too"

She refuses to add his name to the list of the ones she will never see again, to not being able to spend the rest of her life with him- to admit that they lost their happy ending.

"I love you, Ámbar Smith, I've always loved you"- she lets herself fall on the floor- "And I've been selfish for too long"

epilogue

Ámbar Smith and Ramiro Ponce's love was written in the stars.

What everyone seems to forget it's that nothing lasts forever and, eventually, even stars fade.

xxii.

Ámbar wakes up alone on the couch, after watching the last film with Ramiro, after seeing the guy she loves for the last time. She tried to stay awake to not miss a single second of the boy but, eventually, she fell asleep and he left. He left her with teary eyes and a sad smile on his face, kissing- trying to kiss- her forehead and then walking towards the light- technically was only towards the hallway but it was towards the light for him.

Suddenly the apartment doesn't feel like home anymore, it feels like four walls that hold to many memories that she wants to forget- it feels like she is back in the mansion after Luna's death- and she is suffocating, like if she is underwater. She needs to breathe and break free from some walls all over again.

She gets up and puts some shoes on, leaving the house in a few seconds, her mind going back, against her will, to the day of her first kiss with Ramiro. How perfect it was, the way his lips- she needs to forget, she can't deal with that right now or she's not gonna reach him in time.

She runs in the street, not caring about anything, not the drunk mans standing on the corner declaring their love to someone nor the rain that is falling over her with fury. She just wants her best friend Matteo at her side.

He was always there for her and right now that's exactly what she needs- he is the only one that can understand her.

She rings the bell multiple times until a really pissed Matteo open the door, ready to punch whoever is standing there- "It's fucking 2 am, what the fuc-"

He shuts up as soon as he sees her and his heart shatters. Her teary eyes, the wet hair, and clothes are the first things he notices but not the one that worries him the most, she looks broken. For the first time, he thinks- he feels- that he can't help her.

And he goes back when he lost Luna and thought he would never find someone else in his life when he needed someone but the blonde and Gastón were there for him even in his worst days.

"He's gone"- she cries out falling in his arms and losing the ability to stand on her legs, finally letting everything out- "He's gone forever and I love him" "I know Ambs"- she doesn't notice that he is crying too and that they are on the front porch of his house, under the pouring rain.

The next day Gastón will find them asleep on the couch, still wet and with dried tears still on their cheeks. He won't need to ask them anything, he already knows.

xxiii.

An eighteen years old Ámbar is hugging all her friends, happy that she finally finished school, thinking about all the opportunities that the future holds.

"We made it bitches!"- of course, Gastón had to do it and the professor of History gives him a side-eye, making the young boy shut up immediately.

The Chilean grabs her hand, pulling her behind him without the other noticing anything- Matteo does but decides to stay quiet.

He leans against her and steals a kiss under one of the trees in the schoolyard. A kiss that both of then wish could last forever, but that it won't.

"Can you believe I made it?"- he whispers against her soft lips smiling fondly before running towards Matteo, leaving the girl with millions of questions in her mind. And one hope in her heart that will be crashed in a few weeks.

xxiv.

Monica gives her a cup of tea, smiling sadly at the young girl with a broken heart. How unfair is life to young lovers, and she knows that is always gonna hurt.

"Do you wanna talk?"- she questions calmly, not wanting to push the girl over the edge and see her break down again in her arms.

"Not really"- it's a whisper and it's so ironic because she always hated to whisper but lately, it's all she can do, not founding enough voice to speak properly.

"Ok"- then they sip their tea in silence, lost in their thoughts on the same topic.

Some loves are not made to be lived.

xxv.

"What does it means that Ramiro left?"- the blonde asks, clutching her fists so tightly that her knuckles get paler than usual- "What the fuck it means Matteo?"

"I don't know"- he states simply trying to not lose control- "I can try to call him aga-"

"He is dead to me"- she cuts him off, surprising her best friend- "Call him and tell him that he can stay wherever he is because for all I care this is his funeral too"

She regrets saying that one second later, but her pride is stronger.

xxvi.

Ámbar laughs hugging Simón and kissing him to shut him up.

"I'm right!"- he tries to state but he is laughing too and his girlfriend is kissing him and he finds hard to resist her power.

Delfi, Jazmin, and Pedro smile at their friends' happiness while Nico and Gastón are challenging each other to see who can eat more marshmallow without stopping and Matteo is the judge. Jim and Yam are dancing in the living room while Nina records them for her their youtube channel trying to not laugh when she sees Nico falling from his chair.

It looks like they never been through the pain like they are the full group and nothing happened.

"Guys I have to tell you something"- it's Pedro that is talking and everyone already knows what he is about to say- "I'm pregnant and Delfi is gonna be father!"

The brunette girl massages her temples with her finger, wondering why her boyfriend is so damn idiotic and everyone else just starts laughing at the poor boy that doesn't understand what he said that was so funny.

"It's not a j-"- "Delfi is pregnant and you are gonna be a father"- correct Simón patting his shoulder before hugging him- "Congratulation man" The blonde smiles, hugging her friend and smiling at her belly- "Don't worry little thing, you will have an amazing aunt"

xxvii.

Ramiro stares at the phone in his hands, thinking that he could call her and explain himself. Jesus, he would rather hear her scream at him than to not hear her at all. Maybe he could show up at the mansion to explain everything to her. She won't forgive him immediately, he knows she won't, but maybe he could try to fix everything.

Maybe one day they will have another chancé but for now, he only wants to make up for being an absolute asshole, to be her friend again.

The traffic light turns green and he starts the car, not knowing that someone else won't respect the 'STOP' sign on the other side and their cars will crash into each other.

The day he was hoping for, that he was praying for, it will never come.

xxviii.

Ámbar stands on the balcony of the mansion looking at the stars while everyone else is partying for the news. She is happy for Delfi and Pedro, she is happy with Simón and she is happy for all their achievements. And yet, she is not fully, completely happy as she should be.

"I know you are there, I can feel you idiot"- she smiles sadly as soon as he reaches her, looking at the stars just like her.

"How many of those do you think are dead right now?"- is a simple question that makes her smiles sadly, not knowing which answer to give him- probably most of them.

"Alcohol?"- Matteo offers her a glass filled with vodka that he found in the kitchen- why it was there is a mystery.

She takes it and observes the object for a few seconds before raising it to the sky- "To the love we lost because we were too late and too scared to stand a chancé against destiny"- "And the love we found in our darkest times, so we could still believe in fate"

They drink it fast, smiling to each other as soon as they finish before starting to laugh.

Because in the end, every love story that was ever born is a fucking tragedy.

[ambar-smith]

what have you done to me?

I'm not in love with Simón Álvarez. No way. Why would I be that? This is just a plan.

But why do I feel something everytime he looks at me? Everytime he smiles his goofy smile? Everytime he pulls his funny silly jokes?

Why would I be in love with a guy who dresses like that? His cheesy beanies and everything? But everytime I talk to him I can be myself. I can talk about my godmother, my parents. And it seems that he actually cares about what I say; he listens and encourages me. When I feel sad he always gets me in a better mood. He makes me laugh, smile - something I have not done in a long time.

But I'm not in love with him... This is just a plan, that's all. I have become more popular, and that's all I want. The plan succeeded.

I, Ámbar Smith, is not in love with Simón Álvarez.

[hide-in-imagination]

You think I won't read your Simbar ff when you are 35? You really think I won't be there crying over your writing? THE DISRESPECT!

Sorry for thinking you may get a life. Never again, honey 😂😂😂

[sky-girls]

Since I saw that you have reblogged some Soy Luna fics, could you recommend me some simbar ff? Thanks in advance!

@deliverydefresas has some great simbar ffs, here’s a  list of all her fics some lutteo ones too (that are also amazing) but all the simbar she has is there. 

Here’s a list with a lot of the  fics of the fandom (if not all)  made by @ironic-lion​ and you can check that one too for more simbar fics

[dandelion-girl]

A/N: Hey again everyone! Thank you so much for all the votes, comments, support and help! It really makes my day!

Here is the new part! It's not to big and it's honestly not my favorite but it's needed as a link to what's coming. Stay tuned because this weekend there will be more!

Enjoy! Love you! <3

Part 9

Simón's POV

I wrap my arms tightly around Ámbar, enjoying the feeling, one more time before letting her go. I get up and help her do the same, guiding her downstairs.

She follows me without saying a word. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and passes her hands on her face, cleaning any traces of tears. Then moving to her hair, which is basically a waterfall of blonde curls.

"How do I look?" She asks, putting her neutral mask back on. I exam her closely for the first time today. I mean, I kept looking at her the whole movie but I couldn’t really have the view I have now.

Standing there in front of me, with no make up, as natural as she can be, with her pink "Miss Perfection" hoodie, she looked younger, more chilled, without having to keep the perfect posture. I couldn't help but chuckle.

She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows. "Am I that awful?"

I shake my head. "Ámbar, you can never be awful. That word wasn't made for you." I admit without thinking, making her bite her lips, avoiding a smile. I scratch the back of my head.

"Well, what I mean is that... " I cough, trying to control the situation. "You look very well but you don't have to worry about that."

She takes the final step, and is now facing me. Analyzing her face, I notice how her blue eyes pop against her paler skin. Her cheeks have a natural pink, something no blush can mimic. Her nose is basically of the same color. But what catches my attention even more, are the little freckles around that area. I mean, I knew she has freckles, she tries hard to conceive them but they are still there, however, only now am I really appreciating just how much beauty they add to her, specially now that I can see all the little brows dots.

Okay, loving, liking or hating her, there is no denying she is beautiful. So there is no problem here.

"What? Is there something on my face. What are you looking at?"

"You freckles. I never noticed you had so many..."

She covers her nose and cheeks with her hands. "I know. They are horrible... Ughhh... I should have put some make up..." She mumbles, sitting.

I mimic her.

"Horrible? Not a chance. I love them... uhhh... They make you cute... ughh...  I mean they are cute..."

"You really think that? My godmother always said that freckles were a mistake of nature. That flowers with brown dots weren't beautiful."

"Well, we know you godmother isn't exactly the example you should follow. But, Ámbar, you are such a confident girl and you should be. Be proud of everything you have, from your blue eyes to your freckles! Plus, it's true not everyone has it, but it only makes you more unique!"

Ámbar finally allows a smile to light up her face, making me grin as well.

"Well, thank you... I can see you are right there. It's just hard when you were told something your whole life or believed something and then you don't really know how to separate what you believe because you were told to from what you believe because you want to." She shrugs.

"Anyways! You look perfect! Now let's go!" I get and he head to the living room.

There I see Luna playing with her phone, she looks at us, relieve crossing her face and I send her a 'talk later look' which thankfully she got.

We resumed our previous positions and after hearing Luna rambling about what Nina had to say about how things were in Buenos Aires, how everyone and the Roller was (which made Ámbar shift uncomfortably in her sit), she finally suggests we watch something on tv.

We found out Ámbar was never a girl to watch tv shows. She and Ms. Sharon weren't ones to spend the night as family. They basically didn't use the tv, only to watch news but mainly on their own rooms. Ámbar did enjoy watching movies because the length gave her just enough time relax before going back to her thousand duties.

Having heard this, Luna freaked out and said we had to change this.

So here we are now, with Luna making us watch The Next Step, which is a show about an Academy of dancers. Luna absolutely loves it. I actually enjoy it because, yes music is my passion, but dancing on skates has grown on me and it's good to get ideas for new tricks.

Right now, they are performing, and my eyes turn to Ámbar who had wrapped a fluffy blanket around her and seems to be about to fly to the world of dreams.

Carolina comes from the kitchen, being followed by Monica, with plates on their hands. Just a few seconds later Miguel and Mr. Alfredo join us.

Apparently, Ámbar's favorite cake is lemon, so Mr. Alfredo asked Monica to prepare one for us, along with a multiple choice of drinks, knowing just how indecisive Ámbar can get there. Her eyes sparkle when she sees the attention given to her. How everyone is worried about how she is feeling, if her temperature went down, if she needs anything, or simply she is enjoying the food.

It's like, Ámbar is used to attention, but not this one, not this genuine concern and care.

She eats or rather, devours her first slice and then her second, which gets her general giggles. We eat together chatting, while Ámbar doesn't really say much. She just seems really focused on the dynamics, on the interactions between us. Almost as if she wanted to figure something out.

Once everyone is finished, full and satisfied, and after checking her fever again, Ámbar asks permission to go lay down.

While she is climbing the stairs, she turns around and looks at me, I smile and she does as well. And I cannot help but admit I haven't forgotten her yet...

[sedonalace]

ain’t no crying in the club

I only know how to write the same exact canon angsty scenes over and over but in like 10 different ways. Here’s one of them. Also, this is my first songfic but idek if I did it in the right context but fuck it yeah.

you fear, that you'll lay alone forever now

He didn't know what he was doing here. He hated parties. He hated being around a bunch of drunk teenagers who dance sloppily and have no sense of direction and go spilling their drinks on people. He hated the type of music they played. The stupid fast-talking rap or the weird EDM beats that make you move awkwardly. And he hated how he was alone. Nico and Pedro swore they were only going to leave him alone for two seconds and come straight back. But they never did. So now he was by himself, leaning his back against the bar, a good distance away from the rest of the crowd watching people. And he wanted nothing more than to go home. 

But he couldn't. Pedro has the keys to the car and of course, he was nowhere to be found. So now Simon was stuck here. 

The past few days have been extremely tough on Simon. He had to find out the hard way that his ex- Daniela was a lying bitch. He refused to believe his best friend when she had claimed that she wasn't who she really said she was. He always fell deep into the trap, being so enamored by the girl, he didn't care what anyone else had to say. And that really tore a hole in their friendship. Again.

Yes, this was not the first time for this to happen.

Simon's first two girlfriends he had in Cancun did pretty much the exact same thing. They both lied straight to his face about different things and went and did them behind his back. He really should have been more precise and careful about who he dated after previous mistakes. He really should have listened to the people around him when they said there something going wrong. He should have listened to his own tingling senses when he felt something tinge. He pushed every single obstacle out of his way and followed each girl's lead like a lost little puppy. He fell too in love, too spellbound. And every time, it left him in pieces over again.

 Luna had warned him time and time again. He felt the worst for putting his best friend through his bullshit. She was there for him through every single girl despite how much shit she got from them. She tolerated it all. And the fact that she can get mad at Simon and forgive him for the sake of friendship everytime proves how true of a friend she is to him. And he really didn't deserve to have such loyalty by his side. 

Now brokenhearted again and no friends nearby, he felt so invisible. He thinks back and painful flashbacks pound in his head. The mistakes he made are so repeated, he can't understand why he never learns from them. What if he never does? What if he's thrown in a neverending cycle of misery. He feared that he would always end up broken and alone. Never completely satisfied and happy with life and love. And that's all he's ever wanted. True happiness and the happy ever afters seem like a far distance, something out of reach. What if he gave up and was never able to reach the end of the tunnel. It's such a painful thought. But it keeps appearing in his head over and over again. 

As he stood there, sipping his drink and staring at the floor deep in thought, he didn't even notice the blonde girl standing right in front of him until she cleared her throat. "Simon," she says. "I wouldn't have expected to see you here," Simon looked up and gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, I didn't expect myself to have come here either."

She nods her head a bit awkwardly looking around the crowded atmosphere. taking small sips from her red cup as well. When she finally looks back, she notices how sad he looks staring at the floor. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asks him. He just shrugs his shoulders, biting his lip. "I just broke up with my ex a few days ago. So..." he drifts off. She looks at him with concern. She doesn't really know how to handle a situation like this. They never really talk. And Gaston and Matteo left her to go have fun on their own. She feels a bit out of place not know what to do exactly.

 "Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that," she says while playing with her hair awkwardly. He smiles a bit back at her. "Thanks it was kind of complicated. But I don't really wanna talk about it." She nods at him understandingly and bites her lip. "And why are you here alone? you came by yourself?" she asks again.

 "Well, I came here with Nico and Pedro but those dumbasses ditched me of course," he says with a bitter undertone. "And what about you? Why are you here alone?" he asks back. She blows the little strand of hair on her cheek away from her face with a sigh. "Yeah, my dumbasses Gaston and Matteo left me as well. And I'm not exactly on great terms with Delfi And Jazmin right now, so here I am," Simon nods and lightly chuckles. "We both came here only to have terrible companions, didn't we?" he comments. She giggles a bit as well. "We definitely did. But screw those losers," she says, stepping forward to lean against the bar, taking place right next to him. His breath hitches a bit at the closeness their bodies are at. 

"We can have our fun on our own, right?" she challenges him. She raises her cup to him, waiting for him to do the same. "Right," he responds with a wider smile. And they clank their plastic cups against each other, in the formation of a weird new friendship.

Open up your heart to me, let the music lift you up like you've never been this free

Although Simon rarely ever interacts with Ambar, despite their conversation at the party the other day, he knows her well enough to know that showing weakness is a giant don't for her. As seen as such a girl with high status and a maintained reputation, she has to remain stable. So when accidentally discovers her silently weeping in the corner of the Roller's locker room, he's completely thrown off by this person.

 So vulnerable and distraught. It didn't look like her, he thought. Or maybe it was her. A real and genuine, purposely hidden from the universe version of Ambar almost nobody gets to see. He didn't know who it was. But he was willing to risk it to find out.

He gently approaches her, to try not to scare her off. She looks, slowly rolling her head up with a sullen face. She had tears slowly streaming down her face, in a lighter black color from her smudged mascara. Simon looks at her hurt, his heart aching seeing the broken girl right in front of him. He leans against the lockers sideways, keeping a safe distance.

 "Hi" he softly whispers, barely audible for her to hear. She sniffles a bit, just repeatedly blinking at him. He motions his head at the open spot on the bench. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asks quietly. She can only nod her head barely as he carefully sits on the bench almost at a foot distance. Simon takes a closer look at her face, studying the tear stains and the dark circles under her eyes. Ambar's face is flushed realizing how intensely he is trying to read her. 

Feeling a bit weirded out by the staring, Ambar gave a small smile without looking back and pushed her hair over her ear. It was her very subtle way of trying to initiate the conversation. She was usually good at this, but today she wasn't her usual self at all. She couldn't remember how to function correctly. But she hoped that he would take it as her best.

 Simon cleared his throat before speaking. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?" he questioned her. He felt hesitant to say anything pretty much, in fear of saying the wrong thing. But he wanted more than anything to help her, and so he tried. 

Ambar was still sniffling, trying to breathe properly. She was at a loss here. She isn't one to open up about her feelings and emotions. And the fact that she's being asked to explain why she's crying catches her off guard. But she knew that she needed to seek solace. And Simon was kind enough to be able to put trust in and listen to her intently, she just knew he was that kind of person.

 She plays with the hem of her skirt a bit, trying to find the words to say what she feels. "It's just stuff at home, with my godmother," she chokes out. She blinks rapidly to keep more tears from spilling out. Simon looks even more worried at her. "What's going on with your godmother? Are you in danger of something?" 

She shakes her head, wiping the tears with her forearm. "No, I'm not in trouble or anything," she pauses. "It's just more interior problems". She was still too closed up on letting him know more. She needed more reassurance. 

Simon takes her hand in his, making circles with his thumb on her skin. "Bonita, you can tell me anything. I promise I'm no judge or gossip. I just want you to feel better." At this, his comment makes her smile a bit, and her cheeks are burnt a bit from the way he called her 'Bonita'. He's used that nickname on her before recently, she just can never get used to the sound of it.

She nods her head a bit more confidently this time, breathing and trying to recollect herself. "There's been a lot of secrets and lies from my godmother," she beings. "She lied to me about my entire life basically, and it piled on and on. And then it all just ticked off when a big explosion came. Everything I ever I thought I knew about myself suddenly disappeared into thin air. And I feel so lost because who I was isn't me. And I've lost all sense of direction. I can't figure out who I am anymore. And know I don't know what to do," she breaks. Heaving sobs into his chest, where he just lets her.

He rubs her arms up and down in a calming matter, just letting her cry out. He takes a few breaths in himself. She sounds of unsteady breathing when he realizes she is trying to pace herself. He motions her to follow him and walks her through taking steady and slow breaths. He wipes her tears away with the pad of his thumb, brushing away the darker spots as well. She looks at him soulfully, letting him know that she is somewhat okay now.

 "I know that this is a lot for you right now, and despite many things, I know you don't deserve any of this. And I want to help you and be there for you. But you have to let me do that. You have to let go of those earlier fears express how you feel and be truthful. Because you deserve to have a sense of home and comfort. I want that for you, more than anything right now. Now do you trust me?" he asks, putting his hand out for her once again. She goes back and forth looking at him and his hand. Somehow, she's built more sense of strength and confidence within these moments. She feels sure of herself. So sure. She wants this for herself. She needs it. She has no one, and there is someone willing to be that person for her, after the tremendous disasters she's stricken. She dares to leap this time. and it takes all her guts, but she jumps.

Ambar takes her hand in his, and looks him in the eyes more confidently this time. "I trust you." is all she says before she's pulled into a hug. She had no idea how much she had needed that until right now, but she never wanted it to stop. He peels away slowly to look at her better, cupping her cheek with his hand. "You're not alone," he says. "You have me." Ambar shakes her head, her eyes never leaving his. And she repeats after him. "I have you."

'til you feel the sunrise, let the music warm your body like the heat of a thousand fires

"Oh my god, stop you're so annoying!" Ambar uncontrollably giggled as she and Simon walked around the park together. Simon had been attempting to tickle her all afternoon to see how'd she react. He had gotten her a few times here and there but would immediately run away from his distance.

 He laughed at her as she walked alongside him about three meters distance, guarding herself against another attack. "Okay, okay. I'll stop, I swear," he promised, holding his hands up in surrender, trying to contain his giggles. Ambar slowly reapproaches him, being extra cautious just in case she'd have to pull herself back again. 

But once she sees that he was being normal once again like he promised, she dropped her arms and finally let herself breathe again.Instead, he grabs her hand and tangles their fingers together in the attern that they're still getting used to. She smiles at their hands together trying to contain her blush, but the warm and fuzzy feeling inside of her overpowers and really shows on the outside.

They were in this really weird jumbo of stages in their life currently. They started out as friends who became super close somehow for confiding in each other. And then came nicknames a random inside jokes and knowing all of the little details about the other person soon after.

 And then came going on dates often, but never really calling them dates and being affectionate hugging and handholding and kissing. All of these things just kind of came about, but never were really confronted about. There were no titles or major events for anything that happened. They just did and they went about life like that, just as a continuous pattern.

 In the months that they were like this, externally it never seemed to be a bother. Ambar had seemed perfectly content. However, with Simon, he wanted more than that. He wanted more than casual and loose and fun. He wanted to mark off these points in their life, he wanted to display the progress that they've made together in some way.

 He just wanted to see her happy. After feeling and seeing so much of her pain and struggles, seeing her smile and be herself, the most beautiful and marvelous thing he had ever seen, it was all that he could want in those moments. 

So maybe now was the right time for a change. To solidify something great and make it even greater. There were lots of risks and nerves and emotions and every possible thing that could go wrong imagined.

 And there was the history of his past. Hurt and beaten and broken time after time again. He's had a lot of hurting, but also a lot of healing. The girl that he met when he moved to Buenos Aires was a much different person, one he would never have imagined himself going for. Someone who would never even look in his direction ever. But seeing this person transform right before his eyes really changed his perspective on things. Maybe it was his sign saying it is his time and that its true. Maybe this time there will be no more heartbreak and messy lies and schemes. Maybe she was his final destination, the one he's been anxiously waiting for. And for this, he could not let it slip by or mess up. It was time for him to be happy, and the world around him too. 

He led her to the edge of the park fountain and they sat. Rose bushes in assorting colors surrounding them, romancing the scenery in the afternoon sun. At their feet, Simon noticed that there was a crack in the concrete, sprouting some grass and a few patches of little yellow dandelions. He pulled one of them out from the ground and gently placed it behind Ambar's ear, and fixing a few other strands of hair when he finished.

She smiled at him, admiring the flower in her reflection in the fountain water. He took her hand with both of his, kissing her knuckles and caressing her closed hand in his. She bit her lip while continuously smiling at him. She loved the feeling of when he touched and held her, she never stopped craving it. She couldn't resist anymore, so she threw her arms around his neck, and wrapping him in the tightest hug possible. Her face was on his shoulders, breathing in the scent of his cologne that she loved oh so dearly. It was one of her favorites of his. She let herself close her eyes and stay in place enjoying it.

 Simon was a nervous wreck, and her being so close like this was locking him frozen in place as if time had stopped. He really needed to do this and just come out and say it, no matter what happened. 

And so he did. When he asked her to become his girlfriend, after a long and emotional speech that had Ambar thinking he was trying to marry her or something and caused her a quick flash of panic for a few seconds, she was overjoyed none the less. She had never been one for sappy gestures and lovey-dovey mushy romance. Her only relationship with Matteo was never like that and she never expected to have it ever. But here and now she was in love with being in love. She loved him, really. And him, her. 

For the entire afternoon, they found it impossible to not be hugging or kissing or teasing. Their hands on each other the entire time. It was surreal to think of themselves as official and completely together and everything in between. But love prevailed through everything that happened, they had both deserved a happily ever after. And what a lovely feeling it was.

you know, that's a lie that you tell yourself

Five days. Only five. It wasn't even a full week of being together and yet they were already apart. It turns out that some people will never change, and that maybe there is no happily ever after, after all. It was all bullshit. And he fell again. And again and again and again.

 Ambar was chasing Simon down the street, running in her heels as far as they could take her. Which surprisingly was far, as she was only several meters behind him. She shouted and shouted at his name, begging him to talk to her and let her explain what he had heard. But he was as angry as Hades, blood boiling at its highest level possible. He was filled with fury and rage and disgust. He had never been any of those things before. But falling into the trap once more, he had had enough.

He thought things were fine. He really did. He may have occasionally dismissed moments when Ambar seemed a bit nervous or out of space. He let it slide, it didn't seem like anything was wrong. But after a bit, it was a growing concern. Something he tried so so hard to push back. And he let it slip through his reach.

And then came just half an hour before when the worst thing possible happened, so gutwrenching and cruel to his ears he thought he would throw up.

 As he was re-organizing the rental shoes at the base of the counter, he heard the sound of heels scurrying into the locker room Immediately he knew it was Ambar, the only person who even wore heels casually around Roller besides skates. She was panting loudly trying to regain breath. He stayed hidden low, not knowing if it was a good or safe situation to be in.

Juliana came in a mere few seconds later, scolding at Ambar with such vulgar and low tolerance. He learned that she lied the entire time, burning down the rink and breaking the crystal skate. And the entire time she was whimpering like a hurt puppy trying to be the victim. 

When she admitted to the fault, Simon popped out from the counter, not saying a word but wore an outraged expression, and burst out of the room like an explosion. Her face when she saw him looked as if she'd seen a ghost. Words were caught in her throat and her brain all over the place. The only thing she could think of doing was running out to find him, not caring that Juliana was still talking to her.

Ambar finally caught up to him and pulled at his wrist, which only made him snap it away. Tears were flowing nonstop from the both of them this time. In the middle of the same park where they got together. Now it meant nothing."Leave me alone, Ambar," he commanded her as he tried walking away again. But she only tried to pull him back again.  "No, Simon! Wait, please. Just listen time," "I heard what I heard and there's nothing that you could say to justify it. You lied to me. You've known what I've been through and did exactly that. And I'm done with it,"

 His fists were balled up tightly and jaws clenched, internally fighting so hard to keep his anger as low as possible while in public. But he couldn't this time. He's had it up to the sky with the limits, and no they're overboard. 

"I swear I completely regret ever doing that and I will for the rest of my life. I just-" he cut her off, pointing his finger at her. "Just shut up alright. I don't want to hear it anymore. All that bullshit you did and the fact that you used me for one of your fucking stupid plans. Your feelings were probably never real for me. They were all fake. And I don't want to deal with you ever again so fuck off! Don't talk to me ever again!" 

And with that, he stormed off into the opposite direction. Ambar just stood in place, looking emotionless to the ground. She didn't bother chasing him again or saying that her feelings were real if he wasn't going to believe her. She knew that what she had done was wrong. And that there was no one way of fixing anything so easily. She was screwed, she screwed up. And she would have to live with that until she could fix herself before fixing others first. 

The fourth time ever heartbroken, and in the same exact way for Simon. It was definitely not different this time. She was not changed. No. He lied to himself thinking all was okay it would be a fresh start. But all was wrong. He was convinced he was totally spellbound for falling for fake and lying girls, and maybe for the rest of his life too. His hope for finding peace, love, and happiness was gone now, trapped in a long and deep sleep may be to never wake ever again. 

For now, all that Simon could do was bury himself deep away from the world and from girls and from any type of social interactions. The last thing he wanted to do was think about Ambar or his repetitive mistakes or her despicable actions as well. All he wanted was to be locked up in his room with his guitar. And pour his soul into what he did best. 

Write and write and write. Writing until the pain went away. And who knows when that'll be. 

[deliverydefresas]

it seems to me, for every time, i’m getting more openhearted

okay here i am catching up with prompts that have been sitting on my waiting list since the beginning of the time. this in particular has been there, half written since before season 2 started lmao 

and tbh, at this point i can’t even remember who asked for this so im so so so sorry but i hope you like it still

im trying my best to finish most stuff before lutteo’s ficweek but we’ll see how that goes xD 

what even is proofreading am i right 

prompt: simón comforting ámbar after being left by her squad (delfi bc of pelfi’s break up and jazmín bc she has a crush on simón but he has one on Ámbar)

“Why the long face?”

She had been distracted watching (and cursing) her two friends three tables away from her; mad at them for being childish and leaving her sitting alone, making her look like a complete friendless loser, that she hadn’t realized when the guitarist had taken the seat beside her.

Simón’s voice surprised her.

Ámbar turned to look at him, but was unsurprised to his always present grin and friendly eyes looking at her, honest concern hiding behind them. She almost groaned out loud.

The least thing she needed was to talk to one of the reasons her friends were acting ridiculously for.

“I was born with it, can’t really do much about it.”

His grin got a little bigger.

“It’s a pretty face,” he agreed, “but I’m sure a smile would make it even prettier.”

She had to contain the grimace from appearing on her face. “Right.”

Simón laughed, “I’m just trying to be nice.” She didn’t know what to respond to this, so she just waited until he said something else. Simón paused for a moment, unsure how to continue and do what he had come for; he then looked past her, and nodded to where Delfina and Jazmín were, before finally asking, “did something happen between you and your friends?”

“Corny and nosy.”

“It’s called being nice.” He tried to defend himself, but it only made her shake her head at him, “you can tell me, you know? I won’t judge or tell it to anybody.”

“Anybody but Luna, I’m guessing.” She snorted, not believing his word. The boy grimaced a little, however, it didn’t stop him from trying again.

“I tell Luna a lot of stuff, but I can keep secrets, Ámbar.”

She eyed him carefully. After being her skating partner for three months, she knew he was a nice guy. He worked hard, and would fight anyone to defend what he thought was right, even her. They’ve had their own little disagreements over steps and lifts, but the moment they stepped out of the rink it’d be as if her little dabs were never told, and go to his usual friendly and nice self. He was like his best friend in many ways, always choosing to be nice over a grudge. She guessed that’s why they got along so well, because they were basically the same person split in two bodies.

“I doubt it,” he was about to protest, but she didn’t let him, “and you can stop. We both know you know why they’re acting this way.”

“Pedro may have told me a little, I guess.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Delfi blames me because he keeps turning her apologies down, as if I was to be responsible for his attitude,” she huffed. Simón blinked a couple times, confused.

“Weren’t you the one that told her to change?”

“She was the one who decided to come back and. I never told her to.” Simón could tell his words had offender her, so he placed his left hand on her right, squeezing lightly as an apology, as she continued, “and independently if she changed or not, that’s on them, I can’t do anything to help with that.”

Simón stared at her for a minute, and she looked right back at him. He was clearly looking for something. What, she couldn’t guess, but she could play along until she found out.

“Fair enough,” he finally said, and folded his arms on the table, “what about Jazmín, though? How come she took Delfi’s side when she…” he thought about it for a second, “idolizes you?”

“Don’t remind me.”  

As if she would tell him Jazmín was mad because she thought Ámbar liked him.  Which, by the way, was ridiculous. First, she couldn’t believe her friend was stupid enough to go after a guy who clearly had no interest in her, and secondly, she couldn’t believe said friend blamed her for said guy’s lack of interest.

“Do you miss them?” he asked softly, when he noticed the frown she now held on her face. She had forgotten he held one of her hands on one of his, so when he started making circles on it with his thumb she was surprised once again.

“Well, they’re my friends.” Simón’s lips twitched when she blinked at their hands, “stupidity and all, I like them.”

“You should really stop calling your friends stupid,” he half joked, half meant it. “Or bringing them down altogether. That’s not what friends are for.”

She sighed, “stop. I know, okay? I’m trying.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Okay, I believe you.”

Her frown deepened, “you don’t sound convincing, guitarist.”

He ignored the nickname, and leaned in a bit closer to her. His eyes held such sentiment, she felt a bit lightheaded. Stupid beanie boy, with his stupid nice guy attitude.

“It’s just, isn’t it better be the hero of your own story than being the villain in someone else’s?”

“Are you implying I’m evil? Because, rude.”

Simón laughed, taking distance and shaking his head at her comment.

“Not all villains are evil, Ámbar. Some are misunderstood.”

“You’re still saying I’m a villain, and again, rude.” She retorted, deep down offended he thought such a thing of her, but she could understand where he was coming from. After all, she had spent most of the time he’s known her trying to ruin his best friend’s life.

“Here I am, trying to be poetic and you’re killing me.” He mocked offense.

“Believe me, I’m doing you a favor.” She raised her eyebrows, “somebody’s gotta save the world from your sappiness.”

Simón chuckled lowly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as Ámbar rolled her eyes at him, something that happened a lot. Ámbar was sure he was already used to it, since it happened so often both off and on the rink, many times directed at him. He must have seen it so much he was becoming immune, or simply didn’t mind.

“I beg to differ,” he joked, “many people love my sappiness and corny lines.”

“Equally sappy and corny people, I’m sure.” Jazmín came to her mind, and added “or very delusional ones.”  

Simón, who hadn’t taken off his eyes of her, noticed the little twitch in her face when she spoke the last sentence, and how her eyes travelled once again to Delfi and Jazmín’s table, and asked, “is Jazmín the delusional ones?” Her back tensed, but didn’t turn back to him. Instead, she continued looking straight at her friends. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes. Is that why you’re fighting? Because you think Jazmín is being delusional with something?”

“I don’t think she is, I know! How would you call being after a guy who clearly has absolute no interest in you? I’m just telling her the truth but of course, I’m just being the mean, bad friend!” Ámbar’s scowl was deep, disgusted at the situation.  She just wanted to scream at Jazmín to have some self-respect, but the girl was enamored by the idea of the boy next to her, and would listen to nothing.

“I’m sure Jazmín just wants a little support from you. I mean, what if the guy is interested in her and you just don’t know?” He was trying his best to sound calming, and she was grateful. However, that didn’t stop her from laughing in his face.

“Are you, though?” she turned to look at him in the eyes, his own widened when he realized what she was asking. “Am I lying? Are you actually interested in her?” her words were sharp, daring him to prove she was in the wrong. Gulping, he shook his head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like her, she’s a nice and funny girl but she’s not- she’s just-” he sighed, “I just can’t see her as more than a friend.”

“She’s set on that you’re soulmates, and thinks I’m telling her to forget about you because I’m crush-” Ámbar stopped herself a second too late, and Simón definitely caught on her slip.

He inclined closer, teasing smile with underlying hope in his eyes, “you’re…?”

“Nothing. Just Jazmín being Jazmín.” She shook her head, and avoided his eyes once again. His smile weakened a bit, but didn’t push the subject, which she was thankful for. The least thing she needed right now is to talk more about inexistent crushes.

“Well, miss Smith, I think you’re a good friend.” Ámbar’s barely audible huff made him take her hand, squeezing a little so she’d look at him. When she did, he continued, “Seriously. You could have encouraged a fantasy and give her false hope, but you chose to be straight forward about reality. Jazmín’s going to thank you one day, especially after I tell her I’m not really interested.”

Ámbar frowned, “she’s not going to be thankful, if anything, she’ll get crushed.” Maybe blame me more, her mind added.

“She’ll have you and Delfi to fall on.” His smile was soft and reassuring.

It only made her doubt more, “aren’t you forgetting they’re pissed with me?”

“Now, not for long. I’m going to talk to Pedro, so he can talk to Delfi and maybe get their business straight. They both have been stubborn for too long.”

She looked at him for a long moment. Her eyes searching for something to indicate he was lying, but she could only see honesty and open concern.

“Why are you doing this? I’m not your friend, you don’t have to help me.”

Beanie boy grinned, amused at her words, “you’ve said so yourself, I’m a nice guy, I like helping people.” He tapped her nose slightly, confusing her and making her frown a bit more.

“You’re a weird guy, Simón Álvarez.” She sighed, erasing her frown; her lips twitched upwards as she went to sip on her drink.

“I believe the words you’re looking for are thank you, Ámbar Smith. But I’ll let it pass this time, because we just became friends.”

“Keep dreaming, you sap.”

Ámbar nearly chokes on her smoothie when he spoke again, even daring to wink at her.

“Oh, I will, except… In my dreams, we’re more than just that.”  

[fangirlelliethings]

Don't forget to feel the music...

Hello! I'm here again, with another Simbar fic! Can you tell I'm bored?😅 so this fic is inspired partly by 'Space Between' from The Descendants 2, but mostly by La La Land (trigger and spoiler warning right here). This fic works very well while listening to 'Gotta go my own way' from HSM.. Basically, I killed myself with this fic. So read only on your own danger!!⚠️😅 thank you! I'd like to dedicate this fic to 'Ambar to my Simon', one and only Alexis, @iamalexiis just because she saw La La Land like.. yesterday and I feel like she'll be crying with me the most. Sorry Alexis, I love you😅❤️❤️and don't worry, because SIMBAR IS THE POWER COUPLE!!!❤️😁 I'd also like to thank the queen of Simbar fics, Bia, @from-red-string for proofreading this hell. Thanks that I could kill you first!❤️😂 The popcorn had just started popping in the microwave when the doorbell rang. "I'm coming!!" shouts Simón and runs towards the door. It was friday, a typical day for him and his girlfriend to have a movie night. He usually loved this tradition, but today he had a really complicated day with the band and wasn't really in the mood. But he didn't want to let Ambar down, so he didn't call it off and decided that he'll just try to forget about all of his problems for a few hours and deal with them later. "Hey, love." he smiles at his girlfriend, when he opens the door and gives her a quick kiss. "Hi, Simón!" she smiles, but he can see that it doesn't reach her eyes. "Ambar.. Are you okay? Something happened?" he asks, worried. "No! No, everything is fine! I'm just really tired.. Look, I brought the nachos as you wanted!" She lifts up two packages of nachos and he frowns. "Only two?" She giggles. "That's more than enough! I'm not going to feed your unhealthy addiction to nachos!" "That's not an addiction, that is a lifestyle, love!" He laughs and take the packages from her. "Come in! Are you ready for our movie night?" "Sure! What movie did you pick?" "Wonder Woman!" "Okay.. great! I've heard a really good reviews about it." "Yeah.. me too. That's why I chose it." "Great..." he watches her, sitting carefuly down on the sofa. She is too tighten up, too lost in her thoughts. Something isn't right. He feels it and he knows Ambar too well to know that she feels it to.. She was usualy full of energy, full of light, when she was with him. They always made fun of each other, teasing each other, and it was almost impossible not to have physical contact all the time. Now it felt like there is a big gap between them and they can't reach each other. He got lost in his thoughts so much, he didn't even realize Ambar is speaking to him. "Simón!!! Hey! Are you gonna press the play button or what?" She laughed a little. "Oh! Yes, sorry.." he presses the play and they start watching the movie. He tries to pay attention what is happening on the screen, but his thoughts are running in his head too fast, to be concentrated on the movie. He keeps thinking about what happened today. Over and over again. He haven't decided yet what he is going to do about it, but the pressure is on him as Nico and Pedro have already made their decision. He looks at Ambar, who has her head layed on his chest and to his surprise, he realizes that she's not paying attention to the movie either. It's obvious she has something on her mind as well, but he doesn't want to ask her.. when she feels like telling him, she will. He shakes his head to get rid of his thoughts and decides to try to focus on the movie now. Twenty minutes later, he gives up. "Ambar, I need to tell you something.." "Simon, I need to tell you something.." they say at the same time. He looks at her in surprise and sees her surprised face already looking at him. A half-hearted laugh escapes from her lips. "Okay, you start.." he says carefully. She shakes her head. "No.. you start. Please?" She looks at him with her puppy eyes. She knows he can't resist them. "Ughhhh fine..." he pauses and thinks how he should put it.. "I... well... me and the boys.. we got offered a label today." Her eyes widens in surprise and she smiles brightly. "Simon! That's amazing! Congratulations!!" He shakes his head, sadly. "Wait. That's not all.." "Okay...?" She looks at him in expectation. "I haven't decided if I'm going to sign it, yet.." "What?!! Why? This is a oportunity that happens once in a lifetime!! Simon why are you even considering NOT signing it!?! This is your dream!" "Because..." he looks away and takes a deep breath. "The label is in Los Angeles.." She opens her mouth in surprise "Oh...." they both keep quiet for a few seconds and then he remembers she wanted to say something as well. "What were you about to say?" She starts playing with her fingers and he can tell she is nervous. "Uh.. I don't know how to tell you.." "Just... tell me.." he takes her hands in his and smiles at her. She looks at him, but immidiately looks away. "I.. I have never told you something.." "What..? What do you mean?" She closes her eyes and starts talking. "Sharon and me... ever since I was little we've talked about my future.. and.. I didn't want to tell you because... oh my god I don't even know okay?" He can see how upset she is, but doesn't know what to do to make her feel better. Nothing really seem right at this moment. So he just stay quiet and waits for her to continue. "I guess I was hoping that it won't ever happen.. I was enjoying time with you, completely ignoring reality... but the reality got me now..." she finally opens her eyes that are full of tears and looks at him. "I'm going to study in Paris.." The pain that follows her words is the worst one he has ever experienced in his life. He feels like someone just stabbed him with a dull dagger and tries to push it deeper and deeper in his heart. He can feel the tears in his eyes but he doesn't even try to stop them. "I'm coming with you." He manages to whisper with cracked voice. She shakes her head, while a few tears escapes her eyes. "And what about the label? I'm not going to let you give up on your dream, Simon... don't even think about it. The answer is no." He is still in complete shock, the tears falling down his cheeks "So... what do we do?" She shrugs her shoulders sadly "I don't think we can do anything... because when you sign the label-" " IF I sign the label.." he interrupts her but she continues " WHEN you sign the label. You got to give it everything you got. Everything. Because it's your dream." "What are you going to do?" he asks "I'm going to follow my dream as well.. go to Paris and study there.. I guess we're just gonna have to wait and see..." she looks at him and starts caressing his cheek. Her touch makes him sob a little. He puts his hand over hers and looks into her eyes. "I'm always gonna love you, Ambar." A sob escapes her lips as well. "I'm always gonna love you too, Simon." He hugs her tight, burries his head into her shoulder and breathes in her scent for the last time. He always used to joke that she smells like home. Now this thought became too painful to handle. He wishes they could stay like this forever. Being in her embrace, feeling her touch on his back, breathing in her scent and playing with her hair. This moment could last forever and it would still be too short for him.. So when she breaks the hug and moves away, it feels like his heart stopped beating. "I should go.." she whispers through her sobs. He still holds her hand and when she says that, he tightens his grip. "Please don't leave me.." he can barely speak now. "I'm sorry.." she lets go of his grip and heads to the doors. He watches her, opening them and right before she steps over the doorstep, she turns around. "Simon?" He looks up. "Yes?" She smiles through the tears. "Don't forget to feel the music..." He smiles a little at the memory "I won't." Then she walks out of his flat, closing the door behind her and leaving him alone, feeling like along with her presence, she took his heart away as well...

[mylutteoheart]

So I don't know if it will be too much for the request, but how about writing some fic with all three couples (Lutteo, Simbar, Gastina), like on some triple date scenario or something?

This took me a while but here it is, enjoy. I’m not sure if it’s good but I hope you like it anyway. It’s pretty long.

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An Unforgettable Date

It wasFriday night and everyone was tired of the training they just got, it’s alreadylate in the evening. But the day isn’t over yet. Luna had the idea to do atriple date tonight. Everybody loved it. Everyone was looking forward to it. Theyall agreed that they would go to the pizza tent near Jam & Roller. Everyoneloved it there. At first, nobody thought they would agree on a place to eat butit went surprisingly easily.

There hadto be an entire organization for this date. It’s not easy to go on a date withsix people. They all worked together and planned out the night. They decided torent 2 cars because there was a quite a distance between everyone’s house. Lunaand Ámbar would ride together because they live in the same house, but therewas a pretty heated discussion about which one of the boys would come along forthe ride. That’s when Nina came with the suggestion that girls would ride inone car and the boys in the other. Everyone agreed, some were harder toconvince than others.

Nina wasvery nervous, she had no idea how this evening was going to go. There’s a bigpossibility that it could end in disaster. Luna and Ámbar are still on prettybad terms, despite Ámbar being with Simòn. Nina thought the relationship betweenthe two rivals would be much better once she started dating Luna’s best friend.She made a mistake thinking that. She thinks that there’s going to be some kindof fight between the two girls. She’s glad that she has Gastón with her, hecould be the support she needed. She hoped that the guys will help her stop thegirls from having a fight tonight. Let’s hope this night turns out great.

Ámbar was alittle conflicted about tonight. On one side, she really wanted to go on a datewith Simón but on the other side, she didn’t want this to be a triple date, shejust wanted it to be the two of them. She also wasn’t really in the mood tospend time with Luna. Things were better with them ever since she starteddating her best friend. But they weren’t going smooth either. Luna has triedmultiple times to become friends but Ámbar always held back. She really doesn’tknow why. Maybe it’s because she’s used to coming up with plans to let Lunafall. Maybe it’s just a habit.

Luna wasvery excited for tonight. She couldn’t wait any longer. She loved the idea ofgoing with all of her best friends on a date together with theirboyfriend/girlfriend. She’s wanted to do this ever since she got together withMatteo. It’s also because she wanted to improve her relationship with Ámbar andshe wanted the relationship between her boyfriend and best friend to improve aswell. She hoped that she could achieve this with this triple date.

Gastóncouldn’t be more happier than right now, he got to go on a date with hisgirlfriend. It’s been a long time since they spend some time together. On topof it, his best friend was also going to be there. He got to spend time withthe two most important people in his life. Even though he’d rather have had adouble date than a triple date, he’s still happy about this. He hoped thateverything was going to be smooth this night. But he highly doubted this.

Simón washappy about the idea Luna had. Because this might be the night where everyrivalry ends. His with Matteo and the rivalry between his girlfriend and Luna. Hehad high expectations and he really hoped they would be fulfilled on this date.But right now, the only thing he could do was hope for the best.

Matteocouldn’t wait for this date to start. It was the perfect evening and he always wanteda double date with Gastón. He’s so happy that he’s not even mad that the newcouple Simbar would join them. Luna promised a perfect date, he so hoped thatshe would get to keep her promise. But the way it looked at the moment, Ámbartrying to put on a smile but found it hard to do so because Matteo knew thatshe’d rather have a date with just Simón.

The twocars finally arrived at their destination. It was a chic pizza restaurant, ithad the best food in the city. They were all hungry so they couldn’t wait toget a table and order.

After ahalf an hour of waiting, they finally got their table. They were looking at themenu. Luna just realized that this restaurant was way too expensive for her tobe able to pay.

“Oh my God,I totally forgot how high the prizes are here, I don’t have enough money to paymy entire meal” Luna said without thinking.

“Don’tworry, I’ll pay for your dinner” Matteo put a hand on hers and gave her a softsmile.

“You reallydon’t have to do that for me” she tried to object.

“It’s fine,really.”

Ámbar was alittle annoyed by the two of them, she tried to find a distraction. She nolonger wanted to hear those two giggling and joking around: “Simón, shall weshare a pizza? And a smoothie? You know, make this dinner a little moreromantic” she gave him the biggest smile she had.

“Sure,sounds great. Let’s do that” he said and he was holding her hand above thetable, both smiling like dorks at each other.

Nina was alittle embarrassed by all the affection the other couple gave to one another. Shefelt a little uncomfortable. Gastón noticed this and showed her a smile ofsupport. He gave the waiter his order and he also gave her order.

“How didyou know I was going to order that? I didn’t even tell you what I wanted” Ninawas pleasantly surprised.

“I know youvery well” he said. Nina smiled and said thank you. They looked in each other’seyes for a while. Forgetting the world around them.

Everyone orderedwhat they wanted. They were all talking to their boyfriend/girlfriend andforgot the other people that were sitting at the table.

Luna didn’tlike this so she decided to do something about it.

“What areyou all thinking about this evening so far?” Luna interrupted everyconversation at the table.

“Great, I’mhaving a great time” Ámbar said in a dry tone.

“Me too”Nina and Gastón said at the same time. They stared laughing about this.

“I’m havinga lovely evening” Simón said this excitedly while he was looking at Ámbar witha look full of love.

“We should alldo something together!” Luna was already standing up and bouncing on her feet.

“What areyou thinking of?” Matteo asked, laughing at how excited she really is.

“What doyou think about karaoke?” Luna asked with a thoughtful look on her face.

“I wouldlove to do that” Matteo was very happy about the idea.

“Sure, whynot? Are you coming, Ámbar?” Simón answered.

“Fine, let’sdo karaoke” she sounded a little bored but when she looked her boyfriend in theeyes, she was smiling from ear to ear.

“I don’tknow, guys” Nina said with an unsure tone.

“You canlook at me while you’re singing” Gastón tried to convince. Nina smiles at theidea and agrees.

“Yay, we’regoing to sing” Luna was still bouncing on her feet. She almost ran to the stageand grabbed a microphone for everyone.

They sangfor the rest of the night. This made everyone happy. The entire night wasamazing to everyone even though some weren’t really looking forward to thisdate. They all went home with a huge smile on their face. They are planning todo this every Friday night.

[huffletiika]

You don’t know me - pt. 2

Ok, so... this is for the last day. It was a total pleasure to be part of #simbarficweek, I enyoyed writing all the prompts, and your comments about them. Thank you so so so much, seriously. This is, as I promised, the second part from day 2′s prompt. Hope you like it.

PART ONE HERE

DAY 8 - In canon universe fic (because it could be canon, couldn’t it?) 

“Are you ok?”

Simon looked up and found his best friend standing right next to him, with a smoothie on her hand, and a worried expression on her face.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m ok.” He answered, forcing a smile.

Luna didn’t believe him for a second.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting in the chair in front of him. “You have been acting odd since the other day. I knew it was a bad idea to send you to talk to Ambar, it should have been me, if she did or said something mean to you I swear to God I...”

He interrupted her.

“She didn’t, don’t worry” he said with a small smirk, she had that angry face of her that has always reminded him to a squirrel, a very angry squirrel.

“Then, why are you like that?”

Her question made him sigh, he couldn’t tell her about the conversation they had in the locker’s room, and much less about the fact he was almost going to tell Ambar he may need her. It was strange, but he has been thinking a little too much about the blonde girl for a while now, noticing her right in the moment when she came in to a room where he was in, and wanting to be the one she smiled to while she was talking with her friends. It was strange because she was Ambar Smith, and he was just the guitarist, her nemesis’ best friend.

“I’m just nervous about the competition, we still need to find someone to replace Ambar” he lied, he didn’t like to lie to his best friend, but he couldn’t say the truth about this neither.

“Yeah, I know.” Luna bit his lip. “Gastón said he would do it, but the choreography was made for three girls and three boys, so it wouldn’t work. I asked Nina, she is skating a little bit more since she is dating Gastón, but she said she doesn’t have the skills for a competition like that. Matteo told me he would ask Delfi and Jazmín, but I’m pretty sure they won’t do it because of Ambar, and Jim and Ramiro told me they are going to insist with Yam, even if she has said she was too busy with her internship with Mora.”

Yeah, they were screwed, there was only one week left for the competition.

“Maybe if I talk to Ambar…” started to say Luna, and he shook his head.

“She won’t listen”

“But I could insist”

“And she will get mad, say something mean, and you’ll end up fighting” He said, and there it was again, the angry squirrel face.

“We need to do something”

“I know” he admitted.

Yes, he needed to do something, and he wasn’t even talking about the competition, but about his situation with Ambar Smith, he needed to let her know how he felt, even if he wasn’t sure he could handle his heart being ripped apart, again.

 Jazmin was in front of her, tablet on her hands, filming her for the next Fav & Chick update. They were on the rink, not many people were skating around them, and so it was the perfect moment to do a little demonstration of her skills.

But first, they were making a short interview.

“Please, tell us why you’re not participating in the next competition” asked the redhead, and she gave a confident smile to the camera.

“Because the team doesn’t have the level I deserve, so I decided to focus on my training for the next one that is in couples, so I can easily win.” she answered.

“And who is going to be your partner?” was the next question.

“Oh, he hasn’t been chosen yet, but I will be doing some auditions very soon… so stay tuned!” she kept smiling to the camera, even if she wanted Jazmin to turn it off.

“That’s nice!” Her friend continued. “So, why are we here at the rink?” she asked then, as scripted.

“Because I wanted to show some of my moves to my fans” she said, and sent a kiss to the camera. “Ready?” added, going to her position, and when her friend gave her a thumbs up signal, she started skating around the rink, doing some amazing tricks she had been working on.

And then, when she was doing her last trick, he saw him leaning on the protecting bars of the rink.

She almost fell.

He was looking directly at her, his face was illegible, something she had thought was impossible as Simon’s expressions were always an open book.

“What happened on the last trick?” Jazmin asked her.

“I lost concentration, that’s all.” she answered, not even looking at her.

“Would you like to try it again?” her friend asked, getting the tablet ready to film again, but Ambar stopped her.

“Is ok, just edit the last part out, I have to do something” she answered, noticing Simon’s sight still on her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation they had at the locker’s room the other day, sometimes she felt as if his warm body was still surrounding her in that thigh hug, and sometimes she found herself thinking about how it would be to kiss him.

She always stopped herself in that part.

And last, but not least, she has been asking herself again and again what was that thing he was going to tell her just before storming out from the room.

“Are you sure?” her friend asked, and she saw Simon doing a gesture with his head, like inviting her to go talk somewhere else.

“Yeah, I’m sure”.

 “If you want to talk about the competition, forget it. I’m not going back to the team” She said, as soon as she found him on the park, where they agreed to meet.

She had suggested to talk at the locker’s room, but he insisted to do it somewhere no one could interrupt them, so she went to change her skates, and then walked to the park.

She ran, indeed.

“I don’t want to talk about the competition, Jim and Ramiro are convincing Yam to take your part” he answered, and she felt a small jealously prick when he thought about the other girl skating on her placer, even worst, skating with him.

“She isn’t even half good as I am.” She said, taking a strand of hair out of her face.

“Well, you were the one who decided to leave the team, weren’t you?” he asked, and then shook his head, like if he could erase what he had just said with that gesture. “Forget it, I didn’t bring you here to talk about that” he looked nervous.

“Then why?” she asked.

“Because…” he took some air. “Well… I-.” He nervously brushed his hand on his neck. “I thought we could talk about the other day, about everything I told you, I feel I must apologize…”

She didn’t let him continue.

“Don’t apologize.” She said. “You don’t have to.”

“Why for?” he asked.

“Because you were right.” She answered, her heart beating faster.

She had been thinking a lot about their conversation, she knew he was right about her, but that’s what made her get so angry, the fact he got to see her through the wall she had made to keep her true feelings hidden from the world.

“I should be the one to apologize, I don’t like it when people try to lecture me, and so I overreacted.” She sighted. “It wasn’t my best moment, and I made you pay for it, when it wasn’t your fault.”

He looked at her, mouth-opened.

“Wow! Did I just get an apology from Ambar Smith?” He said, sincerely surprised.

She allowed a small grin to come out from her lips.

“Well, don’t get used to it” she answered, but she was smiling.

“I won’t, I promise” he said, and she felt her own hear warming because of his smile.

They didn’t talk for almost a minute, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was indeed really nice, because they didn’t need to say much to feel good around each other.

“By the way, about the other day… you were going to say something before you left, what was it?” she asked then, because she couldn’t get that question out of her mind.

“It… it was nothing” he said, trying to avoid the topic, and she rolled her eyes.

“I told you everything, and apologized. So, whatever it was, please tell me” she demanded, and he sighed.

“Ok, but don’t freak out.” He said, after a while. “I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I… I kind of believe that the reason why I went to the lockers room that day wasn’t entirely because of the team, but because I kind of enjoy skating with you, I mean, I feel we connect… we are good for each other, and I kind of started to… like you. Well, more than li…like,” he stuttered. “I thing I’m falling for you. But, as I told you, it’s ok if you don’t fee…”

He didn’t get to finish his words, because her lips met his, and he felt like if the muses were singing hallelujahs around them.

They stopped thinking, his arms went around her putting her close, and hers surrounded his neck, not letting the height difference separate their lips. Right in that moment they could be surrounded by a lot of people, and they wouldn’t notice, in that exact moment there were only both of them.

She was the one who broke the kiss, but he kept her close, as their eyes met.

“I’m not sure about what I feel for you, I’ve never felt something like this before, but I’m not afraid to figure it out, not anymore.” She said, caressing his face.

He smiled.

“We don’t have to rush it, I mean… we have a lot of time” He said. “For example, now that we are here, would you like an ice-cream or something? It could be like a first date” He asked, and she laughed. He was right, maybe they could get along a little bit, know each other, and find out what’s exactly that feeling growing up between them.  

“Don’t you have to go back for work?” She asked, teasing him with a smile.

“I asked Nico to replace me for the rest of the day, we came to an agreement: I covered him last week when he dated Jim.” He answered, and she smiled again. It’s impossible not to smile when he is close, she thought. “Come on, is just an ice cream” he insisted, breaking their embrace, and offering her his hand.

“Ok, let’s go for that ice cream” she said, and took his hand to start walking by the park.

Later that night she couldn’t sleep thinking about that amazing kiss, and found herself knocking on Luna’s bedroom by midnight, telling her she was going to go back to the team, so they wouldn’t have to keep searching for someone to replace her.

The thought of Simon skating with someone else was enough to make her swallow her pride, and go back to the team. 

[still-love-the-moon]

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