#Soy Luna fanfiction

[writerdreamxs]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG ! fearless era.

in which you know a little about me and make requests for short stories to me and I turn your dreams into realities. after all, I am a writer of dreams. 💐

first, introductions: my name is clarice, but you can call me clary.

I'm brazilian, so obviously english is not my first language, so there may be some errors in the imagines.

I love taylor swift (my favorite album is fearless, but I think you get the idea :) and one direction, as well as lana del rey, artic monkeys, among many other artists.

I love romcoms, whether films or books, clichés, sun, spring, roses, dogs and I am a person who really likes to talk.

my mbti is enfp, - at least that's what i think, at the moment! - and I have a sanguine temperament.

and I DON'T write smut.

below I will put a list of the characters and fandoms that I mainly write about, but if you want to request something different, feel free.

masterlist. 🌤️

BRIDGERTON 🐝

colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, gregory bridgerton, simon basset.

FORMULA ONE. 🏁

all of the grid, but mainly, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell and max verstappen.

FOOTBALL PLAYERS ⚽

richarlison, rodrygo goes, jude bellingham, vini jr, pedri, gavi, and all of the real madrid team.

HARRY POTTER (golden era)🪄

harry potter, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, fred and george weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, charlie weasley.

HARRY POTTER (marauders era) 🕰️

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew, regulus black, severus snape.

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA 🦁

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, caspian.

CELEBRITIES 🍾

timothée chalamet, josh hutcherson, louis partridge, andrew garfield, william moseley, tom holland, ben barnes, archie renaux, cameron boyce ✝.

RANDOM 🩷

trodrick heffley, peter parker 1 and 3, matteo balsano, simon alavrez, ramiro ponce, gaston perida, gabo moretti, lorenzo guevara, dede duarte, willy wonka, chad denforth (hsm), will turner (potc) legolas greenleaf (lor), laurie laurence, supa strikas, luke ross (jessie), carmen sandiego characters, zach mitchell (jw), jurassic world: camp cretaceous caracthers, carlos de vil, jay ja'far, harry hook, ray beech, charlie delgado, aurek, jim hawkins, jack frost, ever after high characters, scooby doo characters, hiccup, the greatest showman, dick grayson and wally west (young justice) .

🦋 well, that's it my sweeties and I hope you liked me and send your requests. 💗

WRITERDREAMXS ©, 2024. 📖

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Paris & a Promise | Simbar Oneshot

The studio was pristine and cozy, with bright colors on the walls, white leather chairs, one in front of the other, and a big screen between them on the far wall so that the people in the audience, and of course, the host and guest occupying the two chairs, could see pictures and videos of the topic that was being discussed.

Behind the three cameras pointing at the studio (one on the guest, one on the host, and one holding a general view of everything), the floor manager, a woman in her thirties with a headset to hear and communicate the director’s orders, made a signal to the host, a charismatic man on his forties with black hair, wearing a suit and tie. In the guest chair in front of him, the blonde young woman, wearing a tasteful long-sleeve blouse and a mini skirt, listened to the countdown overhead until the ‘On Air’ sign lighted up anew, followed by a short rendition of the show’s theme song, and applause from the audience on their seats.

“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! We are here live with Ámbar Smith,” the host resumed the show with a big smile, facing the camera and then focusing on his guest. “Ámbar, once again, thank you so much for coming to our show. I hope you’re having as good a time as we are, but if not, do not worry, your torment is almost over now.”

Ámbar laughed along with the audience.

“Noo, don’t say that, of course I’m having a good time, I’m always happy to be here.”

“I’m so glad to hear that. Now,” the host leaned forward, “I’m sorry for deviating from your achievements but, we simply can not let you leave without talking about—” he pointed at her with his hand, “that huge rock weighing on your finger right now.” The audience started screaming. “Poor thing, she can’t even move her hand— Look how she keeps it on the armrest! Unbelievable!”

The audience whooped and laughed while Ámbar giggled, her right hand coming up to try and hide her grin and blushing cheeks.

“Ámbar, my sincerest congratulations on your engagement,” the host said now in earnest as the audience quieted down.

“Thank you so much.” The audience cheered again, stealing another giddy smile from her.

“Now, I know everyone already knows this, but in case anyone’s been living under a rock these last few years, you’ve been dating the Roller Band’s guitarist and vocalist Simón Álvarez for quite a few years now.” A picture of the couple posing together at a red carpet appeared on the big screen of the studio.

“Six years, yeah,” Ámbar said with a smile.  

“Six whole years, and he finally proposed two weeks ago, as we can see in this picture you two posted on Instagram, showing off the ring.”

A screenshot of their Instagram post showed on the screen. The photo depicted their hands together, Ámbar’s hand over Simón’s turned-up palm, the thick diamond ring front and center, shining on her finger, while the background showed an orange and red sky, with the Eiffel Tower blurry but visible in the distance. 

The audience cheered and a warm smile curled Ámbar’s lips at the photo.

The host looked at her again. “Tell me, Ámbar, did you see it coming? Did you know he was going to do it or did it take you by surprise?”

Ámbar made a complicated face. “Um, I kind of saw it coming, but no, not really,” she broke off with a laugh.

The host looked at her with intrigue. “What do you mean? Like, you did and then you didn’t? What’s the story?”

“Well. We were in Europe because the Roller Band was touring there, and they had stops in different cities, and Simón was like ‘You should come with me, you could visit Paris’ blah blah blah, so I joined them. He knows that Paris is my favorite city in the world, I’ve always loved it— In fact, I spent some months there when I was in university, as part of an exchange program for six months, and I just have very good memories of the city in general. So anyway, that got me thinking, you know… We’re going to be in Paris…” She started hinting. “He invited me to join… We’ve been dating for 6 years… So, on that front, I did have my suspicions, but I just— The timing didn’t make sense to me,” she said. “That was the problem, that’s what threw me off.” 

“How so?”

“Because we were only staying in Paris for one day,” she emphasized. “The guys were scheduled to arrive in the morning at the hotel, then they had their soundcheck in the afternoon, and then their concert, and that same night we had to go to Italy because they had their concert there the next day. So I was like… Yeah, no. No way.” She laughed. “Like, it was a lot in less than 24 hours. How could he even find the time for it? It’s insane.”

“He totally got you then.”

“He did. It took me completely by surprise, it was so sweet.”  

“It was like in some sort of balcony, right?” The host checked. “I mean, I remember from the photos you two posted— Those ones.”

New photos appeared on the screen. It was two selfies of the two of them standing close together on a black iron balcony with a view of the sunset, the city of Paris, and the Eiffel Tower. They were taken by Simón, one of his arms around Ámbar while the other extended beyond the frame, holding the phone. In one of them, they were both grinning brightly at the camera, Ámbar showing off the ring, her eyes glistening with emotion. The second was very similar to the first, probably taken seconds apart from each other, except in that one Simón wasn’t looking at the camera but kissing Ámbar’s cheek with his eyes closed. Ámbar was still grinning and showing off the ring like in the first picture, but she had her eyes closed in that one too, basking in the love. 

“Yeah, that’s the balcony of the hotel room we were staying at,” Ámbar answered, pointing at the screen. “Simón specifically looked for one that had a view of the Eiffel Tower for us.”

“He had it all planned out,” the host said, impressed.

“Everything,” Ámbar confirmed. “From the very first second. Cause— Look. This is how it all went down.” She leaned forward in her seat, entering story-telling mode, and the host leaned forward as well, giving her all of his attention. “We arrived at around 11 am in Spain. The first thing we did was sleep because we were all dead on our feet, and then around two, Simón asked me if I wanted to go out to eat, and I was like ‘Yeah, sure’, so we went to this restaurant I recommended to him, I knew it from my many trips to Paris, and we just, you know, had our meal, talked, walked around the city for a little bit after— Very normal stuff. Then, Simón had to go to his soundcheck, so he left, and I just kept walking around ‘cause, you know, I was like ‘I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back, better make the best of it now.’”

“Of course.”

“And that was all I was planning to do for the rest of the day really, but then, like an hour or so later, I get a call from Simón like ‘Hey, I’m done with the soundcheck, I’m going back to the hotel now, let’s meet up there’, and I was like… Why didn’t he just stay in the arena?” She said, bemused. “His concert was like in two hours, it would’ve made more sense. But anyway. I got back to the hotel, and I asked him how the soundcheck went, and he was like ‘Well, very well, everything good’�� Which was a complete and total lie, by the way,” she pointed out, looking at the audience.

“What do you mean ‘lie’?” The host asked with surprise.

“He never went to the soundcheck,” Ámbar said. “I only found out about it later. The guys went to the soundcheck by themselves, Simón never joined them.”

“Then what was he doing?”

“I’m getting there,” she said. “So, we met at the hotel, and Simón was like ‘Hey, so, I only have like an hour and a half before I need to leave but, what do say if we order room service and eat a little something before I leave?’ and I was like, ‘Yeah, that sounds nice.’ So we sat at a little table there on the balcony, and we were just, you know, having like a regular dinner, when suddenly he says: ‘My love. I didn’t want to tell you before, but I have a surprise for you.’ And I was like.” Ámbar made a face of curiosity. “‘What?’ And the very instant— I have this so ingrained in my mind— the very instant the sun started setting, he got down on one knee.”

“Oh my god.” The audience cheered and clapped, joining the host’s excitement. “That’s crazy! So, he had it all timed down to the second.”

“He did! He totally did. I couldn’t believe it. And then he, you know, started saying all these beautifulthings, and once the shock wore off, I just started crying,” she laughed a little bit. “And just, you know, I said yes, obviously.”

The audience screamed. Ámbar laughed, radiantly happy, the camera capturing the emotion in her eyes. “Then we hugged and it was very sweet. I really couldn’t have imagined it a better way; it was perfect.”

“And then you two went to celebrate, right? We’ve got some pictures of you on a rooftop.”

“Yeah! That was the craziest part! We had just gotten engaged and Simón was like ‘I’ve got another surprise for you’ and he led me to the hotel’s rooftop, and the whole time I’m thinking, ‘What now?!’ Like, what else had this guy planned? Fireworks? I genuinely couldn’t put it past him by this point. And then we got to the rooftop, and my whole family was there.” The audience went aww. “With our closest friends too; it was like fifteen people up there. And I was like— ‘What are you all doing here?!’” The audience laughed. “‘When did you get here?!’ It was insane!”

“Simón got them all there without you knowing?” The host expressed with awe.  

“No one told me anything! I genuinely don’t know how they managed to keep it from me,” Ámbar said with disbelief. “And the rooftop was decorated with balloons, flowers, there was food— Well, you’ve got the photos there.” She pointed to the screen where the pictures from her Instagram were displaying. “So, like, it was amazing. It was truly amazing, and so beautiful. And our friends started hugging us and giving us their congratulations, and… What got to me the most was that, well, my mom couldn’t go,” she started explaining. “I don’t speak about her a lot publicly but, basically, she’s got a certain degree of blindness, so it’s complicated for her to move around on her own, she has to be accompanied— And honestly, good for her that she didn’t go, I would’ve felt terrible if she had made that huge trip just for me. But she did send me a video congratulating me. I watched it on a tablet. And I just… Well, if I had already cried, that was the moment I finished ruining my makeup.” The audience laughed with her. “But it was sweet. It was all very sweet and moving and just amazing. I had a very good time there with my friends and family until we had to leave.” 

“Sounds wonderful.” The host had a sweet smile on his face. “I bet it was a very treasured moment for you two, for your family, your friends—I have a question though,” he said, more serious now, “that I imagine all of us are wondering as well— What about the concert?”

Ámbar nodded like she knew exactly what he meant. “Yeah, you see, that’s the funniest part! Cause like— Just imagine: Simón organized this whole thing— When he was supposed to be at the soundcheck, by the way; he never did that, he was on the rooftop with everyone else getting everything ready— and in the end, he just like, stayed for half an hour and then he left.” The audience laughed. “Because he had his concert! You know?” She said over the noise. “So like. It was crazy. It was really crazy, he totally rushed to the arena. He must’ve put on his outfit and the microphone in record time, the poor thing. But he always tells me that it was worth it. So.” Ámbar shrugged with a little smile.

The audience went aww again.

A mischievous glint appeared in the host’s eyes. “Yeah, he looked very excited the night of the concert. There was even this video that went viral— You saw it, right?”

“I’ve seen many,” she deadpanned, nodding her head.

“Well, here we’ve got the one that made the most headlines on the internet; a little video posted by a fan.” A video of Simón taking the stage started playing on the studio’s big screen on mute. It was a vertical video, filmed from up close, maybe from the fifth row, or maybe using a lot of zoom. “This is the same night you were telling us about, when the Roller Band was playing at the arena.”

The volume went up and the screams of the crowd could be heard as Simón walked up to the front of the stage where a microphone stand was waiting. He had his guitar hanging from his shoulder, ready to play. For everyone watching at home, the video took the whole screen of the TV, replacing the image of the studio. 

“Paris, how are you doing tonight?!”

The crowd went wild in response to Simón.

Simón laughed a little and started talking again, so the crowd went quiet to be able to hear him. “You know, I’m the exact same way as you, guys, like, exactly. Because this next song,” he started leisurely playing the guitar as he talked, not a melody but just a simple, soft up and down of his hand on the strings, “is one I wrote about a very special someone to me, many years ago now. And since then, I’ve had the fortune, the pleasure, the utter privilege of having this gorgeous, amazing woman by my side. And this night is very special, Paris, because… This very, very night…” He started laughing and had to take a step back, unable to contain his joy. The crowd was screaming. Simón walked up to the microphone again and yelled out ecstatically.

“SHE SAID ‘YES’!!!!”

Simón began strumming the guitar as the rest of the band joined in, playing together the intro of ‘Tiempo de Amor.’

The studio came back on screen and the video continued rolling in a lower volume as Simón started singing the song, eventually going mute, and then pausing altogether. The audience in the studio was screaming excitedly.

“You do realize that because of this 15 thousand people knew about it before many of our relatives and acquaintances, right?” Ámbar told the host, making everyone laugh again.

“I can just picture them seeing this on Twitter or Tiktok and calling you up like ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?’” The host acted out.

“It happened with more than one person,” Ámbar declared. The audience laughed.

“Alright but, putting all of that aside, the important thing is that you two had this magical moment and now you’re going to take this next step together,” the host moved the narrative along. “Tell me, have you set a date yet for the ceremony?”

“We don’t have an exact date yet, but the idea is to have a Spring wedding next year.”  

“Love that. So, that means you’ve got plenty of time to plan for the event then. I imagine you’ll need it. Are you planning for a big party?”  

“We’ll see,” Ámbar replied. “We’re still deciding whether we wanna do this biiig, over the top wedding or just a small ceremony with our closest friends and family. But, whatever we end up choosing, I think the most important thing is just, our promise to always be together. So,” a serene smile graced her lips, “the rest is just a complement to that and we’ll figure it out as we go.”

“That’s beautiful,” the host said. “Seriously, I’m so happy for you two, congratulations— Give it up for Ámbar Smith, ladies and gentlemen!”

The audience went wild.

“Thank you so much for being here with us today, Ámbar,” the host told her, starting to wrap up.

“Thank you for having me, it was lovely,” she replied with a smile.

The host turned to face the camera and the shot focused on him. “And to everyone watching us at home, you’ll want to stick around because our next guest is an artist who’s been trending all over social media, not only in Spain but in all parts of the world. We’ll be right back!”

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Okay so, originally, I had this idea in the context of my Actress!Ámbar x Musician!Simón AU. It was going to be, like, a second chapter where I mixed different interviews, some of Simón, some of Ámbar, as a way to tell how their relationship developed after the ending of chapter one. But then I thought—Why limit it to just that one context? I really loved the idea I came up with for this proposal, so I wanted it to fit as many different worlds as possible, especially canon for those who aren’t such big fans of AUs, so— Here it is! I really hope you liked it. It’s very different from everything I’ve written before in terms of format, but that’s precisely why it was so much fun to write. What would you even call this type of POV? Second Person or something? Sdfkjn. I don’t know, I don’t remember much of my high school lessons; it’s been too many years.

And speaking of years. It's been 6 years now since the show ended and this proposal took place 6 years into their relationship, so I think it would be sweet to imagine that Simón and Ámbar are engaged right now as we speak and that they’ll be getting married next year in 2025 <3

Our babies have grown up, and so have we.

See you all next time. – C

[countessofravenclaw]

Look at my new fic covers!!

I made some new covers for upcoming fics

Please guess what these are gonna be about

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

LET THE CHRISTMAS FICS SEASON BEGIN!!!!!!!

I hope you're ready for what I have in store...

I want to kick off the season with a multichapter fic that I will update every Sunday. That is the fic where Sharon comes to celebrate Christmas at the mansion with Luna, Ámbar, Simón and their daughters.

In the last moment, I had no idea what the title of this fic would be... so I chose this title:

THAT ONE RELATIVE THAT MAKES CHRISTMAS MORE TENSE

In chapter 1, we'll get

Some cute family moments with Simón, Ámbar, Luna and their three little girls

How Sharon's relationship is with Ámbar and Luna

How Sharon interacts with the young children

Buildup to some tension :D

Hope you like this first chapter! Leave a comment, it's always fun <3

[slingshotfanart]

Art of a scene from @countessofravenclaw's fic "Oye, es Navidad, y es Navidad, y es Navidad otra vez", where Lutteo's daughter Stella seems to have a crush on Gastina's son Oscar - which Gastina's daughter Aurora is not too thrilled about.

The scene, in question:

[lastshadeofme]

i think i’ll try and make a full album as if it was something official for a new season of violetta or soy luna, so we can all enjoy the songs for my fanfic as if they were really something but i plan on giving some characters who never had their chance of being in the light their solo or a good duet

now we need to find some ideas for the lyrics and make it all as good as we can (it’s gonna be full AI so a bit robotic but still)

[mylutteoheart]

Hi! I am reading some of your fics (they are so good) and I am always so amazed by how many wonderful fics you have! I was wondering if you have any personal favorites or recommendations?

Hi, I'm glad to hear people still read them. Which reminds me that I should get back to Playing Cupid.

It's hard to choose a favorite or give recommendations since I've written so many fics but I'll try.

For lutteo:

I like the ones I wrote for lutteo fic week in 2017 the most. My most favorites are 'A Gala With A Twist' (a fic where I wrote Matteo's dad as a nice guy) and 'Cookies and Kisses'. There's also this fic called 'Una Sorpresa Muy Grande' which features Luna being pregnant.

For Simbar: I must choose the one with there was just one bed trope called 'Best Mistake' I believe.

For Gastina: the one where Gastón teaches Nina to skate is good one. It's called 'Best Teacher' I believe.

Then there's one shots where I feature the main 3 couples and my favorite is the one where they go on a triple date in an amusement park called 'An Amusing Amusement park date'.

I might have missed some since I don't every single one I've written. I'm still in the process of editing them since they're full of grammar mistakes.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[silveranchor]

Sometimes I hear my middle school students talk about Soy Luna as something they used to like and shiver with the fear that they can smell the completely-obsessed-in-college-used-to-be-in-a-SL-international-group-chat-and RP-for-a-bit-wrote-fanfiction-went-to-the-concert-and-tracked-down-the-hotel-the-cast-was-staying-at-but-ended-up-just-inconspicuously-having-breakfast-next-to-two-cast-members-without-speaking-a-word-made-bad-art-that-got-liked-by-Karol on me

[calyxthenerd]

They don’t have a Nico/Pedro tag either???? This is actually homophobic

[clockwork-fayz]

You’ll Ask For My Forgiveness (But You’ve Had It All Along)

A little Gastina Song Fic, for the song “Five Years From Now” by Taylor Thomas. If you don’t think this song just screams Gastina scenario, idk what to tell you. 

Find it on AO3

Five years from now, let me set up scene

I'll call you up and you'll say it's good to hear from me

“Nina?”

Her hand shaking, she took a deep breath. 

“Sí. Hola, Gastón…how are you?”

“Nina. Hi. I’m fine…I am good. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you. I’m moved back to town and I saw online that you moved back a little bit ago as well. I was wondering if maybe, well maybe you would want to meet up and catch up?”

She didn’t tell him that she had known he had moved a year ago and had been keeping tabs on his profile since. She didn’t tell him how she meticulously planned on how she was going to see him again, and if it weren’t for pushing from her friends and the new anxiety medicine she was on, she wouldn’t have had the courage to call him. She didn’t tell him that she had spent nights dreaming about what it would be like seeing him again. 

“I would love that, Nina, it’s been what? Five years?”

“Yeah. I think about five years.”

She knew it had been five years. 

“I am so glad you called Nina. It’s good to hear from you.”

He said her name for the fourth time so far in the sixty second conversation. Not that she was counting, but everytime he said it sent a volt of electricity to her heart. 

I'll ask if we can meet at the café by your house

You'll say, "You know I don't like coffee"

I'll say, "I thought you might by now"

You'll suggest that since we're older let's go out for drinks

And I'll make a joke that this is the first time you've paid for me

“Do you want to meet for coffee? We could go to that café that’s near your parent’s house.” 

“We could do that, but you know I don’t like coffee,” Gastón laughed. Nina found herself smiling into the phone, his laugh bringing back  memories of 1950’s comedies and skating in the park. 

“I thought you might by now. You know three out of four adults drink it daily.”

“Well I am that fourth person, I will never grow out of orange juice. However, since we are older, I do like a good beer. Do you want to meet for drinks at the bar down on 6th? I’ll buy.”

“Sure, I have been there a couple of times. It’s nice.” Then she added “Especially if you are paying. There is a first time for everything I suppose.”

She could feel the smile in Gastón’s voice.

“I am pretty sure I paid for most of your drinks at the Jam & Roller. But okay. How does 8 sound?”

I'll arrive at the bar, you'll be waiting in your car

You'll get out and I'll run to you, straight to your arms

I can feel your heart racing but I won't say a thing

'Cause mine is doing the same just like it did when I was 18

She arrived in the parking lot at 7:55 and was surprised to see that Gastón’s car was already in the parking lot. He had always been notorious for being late to everything. She pulled into a spot opposite of him, turning her key to shut off the engine. Then she spotted him in her rearview mirror. 

A strangled noise came out. There he was, getting out of his car, wearing worn blue jeans, a red polo and shoes to match. She was afraid he would no longer look like her Gastón, but it was still him. The same face, the same warm brown eyes, the same walk. She could have stayed there, watching him in the tiny mirror, but he was heading towards her car and she forced herself to move.

He stopped in his tracks as she got out.  She shut the door and their eyes met. 

He smiled.

She ran. 

He caught her as she threw her arms around his neck. She breathed in the moment; how he smelled almost the same but with a hint of something new, how his arms were wrapped around her back, squeezing her gently, and how his heart was racing. 

But she wasn’t going to say anything about that. 

Because she knew hers was also beating out of her chest, just like it did when she was 18 and in love. 

“Nina.”

“Hi Gastón.”

Once we get past the awkward how are yous

You'll say you've been dying to know where I went to

I'll say that I've been working on my music in LA

But I won't tell you that my songs are still about you to this day

“How have you been?” he asks her. She shifted uncomfortably in the hard high top chair. She was dreading this part, the awkwardness that inevitably would come before they fell back into their old rhythm. 

“I am good,” she said, “Really good. I just moved back here a few weeks ago, living with my dad until I find my own place. Y tu?”

“Bien. I moved home about a year ago, after finishing my schooling in London. Now I am interning while going Law School.” 

Nina grinned. “Wow Gastón, that is amazing! What kind of cases do you work on?”

“Primarily for companies. I know, not very flashy. But you, you’ve been in L.A., right?”

“Si. I was working as a journalist. I got to review literature and interview amazing people. I loved it, but I was ready to come home and finish my novel.” 

Gastón grinned. “You still write your own stuff then? Poetry?”

Nina hoped he didn’t notice her cheeks tingeing pink as she replied that she did in fact still write poetry and have had some published. A few even have won awards. She didn’t tell him that every poem was about love or heartbreak. She didn’t tell him every poem was still about him. 

You'll say you're proud and you're happy for me

And you always knew I'd end up living my dream

“I am so proud of you Nina,” Gastón said, “I am so happy that you are doing what you love. I remember how you would talk about being a published author. I knew that you would follow your dreams.”

She was only living part of her dream. When she had pictured her life future when she was younger, Gastón was always by her side. 

And then you'll fill me in on what you've been up to

And I'll probably interrupt you, you know I always do

And we'll both laugh and it's like nothing's changed

When I look in your eyes you'll still make me feel the same

They chatted about the past few years. What living in London was like for Gastón and how it compared to Buenos Aires. 

“Nina you would love Europe,” Gastón gushed, “Everywhere you go the history is just so rich, my mates would get annoyed because I would want to read every sign. They would want to go to the club and I would want to go to Hamstead Heath-”

“-and see John Keats’s home?”

“Sí! They have a museum of his letters and his engagement ring to Fanny Brawne and-”

“-his death mask?”

“Sí, his death mask,” Gastón chuckled.

Nina let out an embarrassed giggle, covering her face with her hands. 

“Perdón, I’m interrupting you aren’t I? I know I do that too much.”

Gastón reached out to touch her arm lightly. 

“No need to be sorry, I love that you still know exactly what I am going to say.”

Nina uncovered her eyes, meeting his. The sparkle showed that he was unbothered by her interruptions and Nina felt  butterflies in her stomach as if she was a teenager and was on her first date with him again. 

And I'll dread the part when you tell me about all the girls you've been with

I know they're all in your past but it'll still be hard for me to listen

On their second drink, Nina finally got the courage to ask. 

“Are you seeing anyone?”

She didn’t know she was holding her breath until he replied that he wasn’t. 

“I haven’t been seeing anyone seriously for awhile. My last girlfriend and I broke up a couple months before I moved here.”

Although she was in the past, Nina felt like it was a stab to the chest. She tried to act casual as she asked how long he saw her for, though she was dying to know every detail: who broke up with who, how serious they were, did he love her as much as he had loved Nina once upon a time. 

“About a year and half.”

That was a long time. 

“I’m sorry that it ended.”

Gastón shook her off. 

“Don’t be. There was something missing I think. We gave it a go, but in the end it was a mutual breakup. It’s a common theme in my past relationships, Mariana was the longest I had…I mean besides you of course.” 

Nina felt unsure how to respond. She gave a small nod, her eyes drifting down to the chip bowl in front of her, trying to come up with a response. But Gastón beat her to it. 

“What about you?”

'Cause after all this time you haven't left my mind

I never moved on, I looked for you in every guy

None. She went on dates, looking for someone to replace what she had with Gastón, but no one could.  

But I'll make up some story so you won't have a clue

That I've never put myself out there 'cause I've been waiting for you

“No, I am not seeing anyone. I had been focused on my career and my writing, too busy for serious boyfriends.”

It was a lie. She could have balanced work with personal relationships. But after a while she had given up on anyone but Gastón, dreaming for the day that she would find herself back in his arms again. 

“Maybe now that I have moved home, I will start dating again,” she said, silently adding that she would start dating again for him. She would put her life on hold for him.

We'll talk for hours and we won't even notice that the bar cleared out, 'cause it closed at ten

It'll be almost 11, and you'll say, "We should probably leave"

Then you walk me to my car and say, "Let's do this again"

The conversation turned to the books they had read and the movies they had seen and Nina felt like nothing had changed over these past few years except for their age. He made everything so easy. Drinks came and went and hours passed. Chips were ordered, and then another. People trickled in and out, but Nina couldn’t tell you what a single person looked like, not even the bartender. 

“We should probably leave,” Gastón said, looking down at his watch. Nina’s eyes went wide when she realized that it was almost 11. Nina grabbed her purse and the two walked out of the establishment. When they reached her car, Gastón wrapped his arms around her for a final hug. 

“Let’s do this again soon,” he said, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she sighed into his shoulder. He let go after a few beats.

“Have a good night Nina.”

“You too.”

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but turned around anyway to head back to his car. Nina slid into the passenger seat of her own, watching as Gastón turned around twice more to wave. When he finally disappeared inside the driver’s door, she put her car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. 

And I'll drive home feeling the happiest I've been since five years ago before our inescapable end

But that's water under the bridge

It's okay that you didn't want me

'Cause before I can even pull in my driveway you'll call me

She tried to focus on the road, but she felt like she was soaring through the air. Tears threatened her eyes as she giggled to herself at how unreal the whole situation felt. She ran through her head the entire night again from that first glimpse of his face to that last embrace. 

She was so happy. She hadn’t been this happy since five years ago, when he used to love her. 

She jumped when her phone started to buzz, froze for a second when she saw Gastón’s name appear on her car’s screen. She pulled over, nervous as she answered. 

“Gastón?”

“Nina.”

You'll say that you couldn't wait 'til the next time you saw me to tell me you're sorry

About all those years ago

He didn’t say anything at first. 

“Gastón, is something wrong or?”

“No-no nothing is wrong. Nina I just….I have something I need to tell you and I cannot wait until the next time I see you.” 

Her heart thrummed. 

“Yes?”

“....I’m so sorry.”

“...for what Gastón?”

“For leaving you five years ago.”

And that you were just stupid and young and the girls that you loved were fine

But, none of them ever felt like home

But I do

“I was so stupid, and I was so young and I thought that breaking up with you was best because spending years thousands of miles from you seemed impossible at the time and I thought I would find love elsewhere. That’s what everyone kept telling me, it was just a high school relationship, it wasn’t meant to last forever. But Nina, I tried dating other girls, I did. And they were pretty and kind but something was always missing. It didn’t feel right because they didn’t make me feel like I did when I was with you. When I held them, I didn’t feel like I was…like I was home. And tonight…tonight I realize that you do. You always have felt like home.” 

“Nina…can you forgive me?”

One day you'll ask for my forgiveness, but you've had it all along

'Cause it's always been you

Nina smiled. 

She would tell him one day that she had never stopped thinking about him. She would give him the poetry she wrote about him. But for now she just would tell him that she forgave him. 

Even though he had it all along.

[teafaellana]

Hello & Well Met!

My name is Ren, I am queeeeeeeeer, and I’m a little bit chaotic. The reason this first GIF is from Who’s the Boss? is because back when I was 13 years old this was the very first fandom that I joined, and it feels very appropriate to honor that on tumblr dot com.

Shows and such plus more info under the cut. ✌🏻

I’m a mechanic, an artist, a babysitter, a dog-walker, and an all around workaholic. I’ve got ADHD and myself and others suspect I may also be autistic (but that is not yet determined by a professional).

When I have time I love reading short stories, novels, fanfiction, and comics. I am more likely to read things than to watch things, but I have watched more things than usual as of late and I am making more of an effort to do so in order to try to catch up. I also write fanfiction and make fanart and also make original art and hope to someday get back to writing original stories.

Movies

The Parent Trap (1998)

Alien

Aliens

Matilda

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Chocolat

Under the Christmas Tree

Bad Moms Christmas

Christmas Movies just in general tbh!!!!

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again

Smart House

Halloweentown

Hocus Pocus

Ocean’s 8

Baby’s Day Out

Aristocats

Lilo & Stitch

Moana

Tangled

Encanto

Spirited Away

Kiki’s Delivery Service

TV Shows

Who’s the Boss?

Agatha All Along

WandaVision

Only Murders In The Building

The Good Place

Maid

The Worst Witch (2017) (but I want to watch others too!!!!!)

Once Upon a Time

Agent Carter

Wheel of Time

Soy Luna

Dead to Me

Gilmore Girls

Charmed

The Good Witch

Spy x Family

The Owl House

Ms. Marvel

Bingos Stray Dogs

My Hero Academia

Bluey

Probably some other stuff, but this is what comes to mind right now.

Books & Comics & Manga

Thursday Murder Club

Wheel of Time (almost finished w/ book one)

Uncanny X-Men (2024)

Exceptional X-Men (2024)

House of Harkness Infinity Comic

Batman - Santa Claus: Silent Knight (2023)

Dazzler (2024)

Vision (2015-2016)

DramaCon by Svetlana Chmakova

Princess Ai

I Hunt Killers by Barry Lyga

24 girls in 7 days by Alex Bradley

Afternoon of the Elves by Janet Taylor Lisle

That Summer Feeling by Bridget Morrissey

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Sailor Moon

Special Mention: I am currently reading Patricia Wants to Cuddle and I will see how I feel about that when it’s over, I also started reading The Most Wonderful Crime of the Year which is probably going to mean Patricia Wants to Cuddle takes a backseat until I am done with the seasonal reading haha

Truthfully I read a lot so a lot and enjoy a lot of what I read, and this list has to end eventually 😂

Video Games

The Sims 4 (I have been playing since TS1)

Horizon: Zero Dawn

Legend of Zelda: TOTK (one quest left!)

Animal Crossing: New Horizons

Various Pokémon installments

Bayonetta (still working through the first game)

Horizon: Forbidden West (not finished)

Neopets (??? Is this even a video game ??? Not really, but I am at a loss for where else to shove it on this list)

Ratchet & Clank

I have a lot of games that I haven’t played through yet, because I have too many fucking hobbies and jobs and not enough time 🙈💀😂😭 One example is that I own BG3 and just … am never home to play on my PC so I haven’t gotten far AT ALL.

Music

This probably shouldn’t even be a category because I am not about to make a list of music I like. That would be even more absurd than making a list of books and shit that I like. I love music so much, I cannot imagine living without it. Genre couldn’t even begin to limit me or my musical interests, and I often listen to music while I draw or walk or paint or work or drive or even read or sleep. It is the backbone of my existence. I scrap along playing piano and guitar, and if I could get my hands on other instruments I would. I played trombone in elementary school briefly, and wouldn’t be mad if I still had access to one to play (alas, I do not). I struggle to read music, but I can play something if I learn it and set it to memory.

[sapphire374]

Soy Sol Masterlist (Chapter Collection)

Soy Sol (Soy Luna fanfic) Chapters’ links list:

- Chapter 1: Heart on the Line

- Chapter 2: Gossip that Spreads like Wildfire

- Chapter 3: Chaos Ensues

- Chapter 4: Rumors and Mishaps

- Chapter 5: Lighting Up in a Rainy Town

- Chapter 6: Surprise! Surprise!

- Chapter 7: The Last Time

- Chapter 8: Long Story Short it was a Tough Day

- Chapter 9: A Flicker of Light

- Chapter 10: Hopeful Curiosity

- Chapter 11: The Cut that Burrows Deep

- Chapter 12: I'll Be There Every Step

- Chapter 13: Slipped Away

- Chapter 14: Weeks Away

- Chapter 15: Close to Fingertips

- Chapter 16: Invisible String

- Chapter 17: Epilogue

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The Blind Date | Simbar Oneshot

AU – Different First Meeting. Simón is 28, Ámbar is 27 (They have 1 year and 5 months of age difference but this is after Ámbar’s birthday, so she’s already 27). For plot purposes, Luna and Simón are the same age here (not like it matters since she’s not technically mentioned, but I wanted to clarify in case someone pointed it out.)

Hope you enjoy!

“I still don’t like this.”

Walking out of the restaurant, Delfi followed her boyfriend over to the street corner, where they waited for the light to turn green to cross. The sound of traffic and pedestrians was louder here than it’d been inside the establishment, and yet she still made her voice quieter than usual, as if the two still inside would magically hear her. “I mean, set Ámbar up with Simón? He’s too sweet, she’s gonna eat him alive!”

For the record, Delfi loved her friend, she really did. But Ámbar’s attitude toward her friends versus the guys they tried for her to meet was totally different. Delfi stayed in there with them until the waiter took their orders just to make sure Ámbar wouldn’t leave the date the moment they walked out— It had happened before.

Her boyfriend held her hand and interlocked their fingers reassuringly. “Okay, one: it’s too late to back out now, my love,” Pedro reminded her. “And two, as I see it, he might be the only one with enough patience to deal with her.”

Delfi bit her lip, not very convinced. “I guess…”

There were many reasons why they thought it would be great if those two started going out, but now that they’d gotten to the moment of truth, she was worried that theory would be nothing like reality. 

Delfi stole one last glance at the two people sitting inside the restaurant. Ámbar caught her eye through the window and waved at her with a smile.

I should probably start looking for a new amplifier for Simón in case this goes too badly.

The traffic light turned green and Delfi walked away with her boyfriend, praying for the best. 

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

Ámbar lowered her hand the moment Delfi was out of sight. 

In front of her, her lunch date was smiling a little nervously, but sincerely, as far as she could tell— Simón, she thought his name was. He wasn’t the worst any of her friends had ever fished out for her. At least this one had arrived in a dark blue shirt and black jeans instead of a tank top and basketball shorts. Seriously, what was Jazmín thinking?   

The guy shifted in his seat now that they were alone and opened his mouth. “So—”

“Let’s get things straight,” Ámbar cut him off. “The only reason why I’m here is to get Delfi off my back. I’m not interested in the slightest in learning anything about you, and I won’t be sharing any personal information I don’t feel comfortable sharing either. Let’s just eat our food and leave. Understood?”

Simón was dumbfounded. He blinked a few times, processing the information, and then backed up slightly in his seat, a little deflated.

“Um… Well, I guess that takes the pressure off…” He mused.

Ámbar showed him a fake smile. Good thing he took it so positively.

She looked down at her phone.

Simón rubbed the back of his neck.

“Um, what should we tell our friends about today then?”

She shrugged, scrolling through Instagram. “I’ll just say you weren’t my type.”

Simón pursed his lips, considering. “Okay, I’ll say that too,” he decided, and then checked his phone as well.

Ámbar snorted. “Please. Say something believable. I’m everyone’s type.”

Now it was him who let out a little laugh. “If you say so,” Simón said, rolling his eyes a bit.

Ámbar looked up immediately. Her lips pulled up into a murderous smile as she put her phone down. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. “You’re not exactly my type, so… I guess not everyone’s.”

“Oh, really? What’s your type then, if I may ask? Ugly?” She guessed. “No personality?”  

Simón ignored her ironic remarks and just thought over the question.

He gave a little shrug again. She was starting to hate that. “I don’t know… a girl who’s kind, sweet, funny…”

“And how can you affirm I’ve got none of those qualities? You don’t know me at all.”

“And I never will, as you so kindly informed me,” Simón said with a smile, trying his own hand at irony, apparently. “So, let’s just enjoy our meal and go our separate ways, okay?”

He brought his gaze back to the screen of his phone.

Ámbar watched him for a moment. She crossed her arms, leaning back on her seat. “Are you always this condescending?”

“You will never know,” he said with a shit-eating smirk. He seemed to be really enjoying himself, the jerk.

Ámbar told herself she didn’t care what he thought about her— she was never going to see him again anyway— but the fact that he had written her off so quickly annoyed her. It hurt her ego.

So, after the waiter arrived with their drinks, she decided to interact just a tiny bit.

“Fine. We’ll have to wait for our orders anyway, so let’s play 20 questions— it’ll serve to pass the time.”

“Or,” Simón proposed, “we could just have a regular conversation like normal people.”

Ámbar shot him a look. “Do you want to or not? I can deal with icy silence.”

He sighed. “Okay. 20 Questions it is.”

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“So, are you always this condescending?” Ámbar asked, after he ceded the first question to her with ‘ladies first’.

“No. At least, no one has ever told me that before. I guess it’s just a side of me that comes out when someone is gratuitously mean to me.”

“I wasn’t mean; I was being direct and honest,” she defended. “If one of us is not actually interested in pursuing a relationship, should we let the other person get their hopes up?”

“No, but there are nicer ways to say the exact same thing.”

“Sure, but if I say I’m not looking for a relationship right now and ‘let’s just have a nice time, maybe we could be friends’, guys take that as either, one, a ‘not yet’ situation and turn it into a challenge, or two, an ‘oh, okay, I don’t want anything serious either; do you want to have a quickie in my car?’

Simón looked horrified. “…… Did that really happen or are you exaggerating?” 

“Well, those weren’t his exact words, but yes, it happened. And the other thing too, more than once, so I learned to not be nice.”  

Simón remained quiet.

“By the way, that was your first question; it’s my turn again.”

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They went through the typical small talk questions: what do you do for a living, where did you study, what are your hobbies… She knew most of it already from Delfi, like the fact that he’d come from México nine years ago, that he was in a band with Pedro and they met up once per week to play (of course she knew that, he was Delfi’s new boyfriend) and that he worked as a music teacher at a school. 

“What’s your favorite color?”

Ámbar raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You couldn’t think of something more interesting?”

“Well, would you be willing to share anything deeper?”

“No.”

Simón raised his glass, cheering to that. “Favorite color it is.”

“Purple. Yours?”

“Blue.” He took a sip of his drink. “And for your information, favorite colors actually say a lot about a person. Like, from a psychological perspective.”

“Really?” She found that interesting. “What does purple say about me?”

“Nah uh, it’s my turn. Favorite animal?”

“Cat. What does purple say about me?”

“Actually… I don’t remember.” He laughed. “I read it somewhere online the other day. I’m sure you’ll find it if you look it up.” Ámbar grabbed her phone to do just that.

“But, how would you describe yourself?” Simón asked, curious.

“Kind and sweet,” she answered with a smile.

Simón gave her a flat look. “Funny.”

Ámbar smiled wider.

“Come on, seriously,” he encouraged her.

Ámbar thought it over. It wasn’t a deep question really, anyone who knew her probably would say the same.

“Assertive,” she started, fishing for the right words. “Ambitious. I go for what I want and I get it.  A little bossy sometimes, I admit. But I’m a good friend, or at least I think I am. I don’t like leaving people alone. If I feel like they need someone, I like being there for them.” Simón nodded to himself, like taking this in, or agreeing with her perhaps. “As long as I can and it’s reasonable, of course,” she clarified. “I’m not going to walk out of my job at the drop of a hat because my friend had a fight with her boyfriend.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that could be quite draining.”

“I return the question to you: how would you describe yourself?”

“Kind and sweet.”

She chuckled against her will. He seemed pleased with himself.

“Mmm, I don’t know…” he continued, now thinking it over more seriously. “Overall, I’d say I’m a good person. I don’t know if there’s anything too special about me other than I play music, but I like helping people, and I’m a good listener, and a good friend. I’m… enthusiastic— I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but— I love life. I love to experience new things, try new things, even if they don’t end up well, and… I’d dare say I’m funny,” he ended with.

“I think you think you’re funny, which is different,” Ámbar said.

“You laughed,” he pointed out smugly.  

“Because you repeated back my own joke!” She retorted. “I’m the funny one.”

“Okay, okay…”

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“What did Pedro say about me?” Ámbar asked out of curiosity a moment after their food arrived. Simón had ordered steak with rustic mashed potatoes and roasted veggies, while she was now digging into her ravioli. “You know, to convince you to come.”

“Actually, Delfi did most of the talking. She said you were very funny, a very good friend, that maybe you could be a little surly but it was ‘nothing to worry about.’ Pedro just put on a smile and nodded his head.” Simón paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Now that I think about it, I should’ve known.”

Ámbar gave him a look, but Simón could tell she wasn’t really annoyed.

Wow, how could he know that already? Well, to be fair, she wasn’t nearly as inscrutable as she probably thought she was. Secretive, sure. Defensive, absolutely. (Seriously, one would think he was attacking her.) But her expressions, her eyes… those weren’t that hard to read.

“Well, they both spoke wonders about you.”

Her voice brought Simón back from his thoughts.

“Really?” He asked. It wasn’t like he had been expecting them to say bad stuff but, it warmed his heart that they’d put in a good word for him. 

“Yeah, but I tuned out after the first thirty seconds or so, so I actually have no idea what they said.”

Simón snorted. Of course. “How do you know they said wonders about me then? Maybe they were warning you about me being a serial killer.”

“First of all, I doubt they’re the kind of people who would say that with big smiles on their faces.” Simón cracked a smile. Yeah, that would be pretty weird. “Second, no one tries to convince you to go out with somebody and talks about them for ten minutes if they have nothing good to say. And third, that counted as your question; it’s my turn now.”

“Damn…” Simón said, but he couldn’t help but smile. He walked right into that one, didn’t he? He’d have to be more alert.

Ámbar took a few sips of her drink, thinking about what to ask next.

“So, assuming that you’re not a serial killer and that they did speak wonders about you, what would you say is the reason you’re single?”

Simón hesitated for a bit, clearly not having been expecting that question.

After thinking about it for a bit, he answered, “I guess I just suck at choosing women.”

Ámbar scoffed so hard. “Really? So they are the problem? Don’t you think that’s a little convenient?”

“Nonono, I’m not saying I don’t have any flaws— I’ll give you a full list if you want,” he hurried to say. “But seriously, it’s like I’m somehow hard-wired to fall for girls who hurt me.”

Ámbar raised her eyebrows with interest. She grabbed her glass. “Do tell.”

Simón sighed heavily. “Okay. My first girlfriend: dumped me two weeks after taking my virginity and then made a pass on one of my friends.”

Ámbar winced. “Ouch.”

“Well, we were in high school, so I guess that stuff happens,” Simón tried to minimize it. “My second girlfriend,” he continued. “She was very toxic. I didn’t know the term back then, but that whole relationship was toxic. If I did what she wanted, she showered me with love, but if not, she got insufferable, and I had to spend days trying to make it up to her even if the whole conflict had been her fault. And then, every time I tried to break things off with her, she found ways to manipulate me. She wore a fracture boot for her ankle and walked around with crutches for a whole month before I found out—she never even broke it!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“You would think so, but no.” He leaned forward on the table, getting more into the storytelling. “Then there was my best friend from that time; she was a girl. We had known each other for years. We did everything together, and she supported me a lot when I went through those relationships. Maybe it was for that very reason that I started seeing her differently, and, at some point, I realized I wanted to be more than just her friend. I told her about my feelings after we graduated high school, and she agreed to try it out, so we started dating, and it was very nice for some time… Then she friendzoned me in front of this new college guy she fell for. They’ve been together ever since.”

Simón took a sip from his drink while Ámbar stared, aback. “Wow.”

“Yeah… I came to live here in Buenos Aires after that.” He left his glass back on the table. “Things didn’t get much better in the love department though.  There was the girl who could never see me on the weekends— Turns out she was still seeing her ex.” He lifted a finger. “The one who only used me to buy her stuff— That might have been my best relationship actually.” He lifted another. “Then the girl who only wanted me to make her ex jealous— Thankfully, I saw that one coming, so we didn’t even officially date. And… I think that’s it.” He lowered his hands. “I kind of just focused on getting my degree and then a job. I’ve had a couple of… somethings the past two years but, they didn’t amount to anything really.”

“So that’s why you didn’t run out the second I told you I had no interest in you.” Ámbar leaned forward, teasing him with a half-lidded stare. “Did my rudeness turn you on?”

“Oooh, yes,” he replied in a heated voice. “Please, degrade me, spit on my face, you have no idea how that gets me.”   

Ámbar laughed. Like, really laughed out loud, her hand coming to cover her face because she had always hated how her nose scrunched up when she did that.  

Simón, on the other hand, was suddenly tongue-tied at the view.

Wow, she really is beautiful.

He’d known it ever since Delfi showed him a picture, even questioned her about it like— “Isn’t she too pretty for me?” But there were things an image would never be able to capture.

Fortunately, he had more filter than to say that. But the “I like your smile” that slipped from his lips was inevitable.

Ámbar’s laugh subsided as her eyes met his. For a second, Simón panicked (the flutter in his heart was panic, right?) Should he not have said that? Would that make things weird? It was just an innocent comment though. 

Then Ámbar squared her shoulders cockily. “Of course, you do.”

The tension dropped and Simón laughed as she reached for her drink. “Of course, you would say that,” he said shaking his head. “Can’t you be humble for once?”

“With this face? Nah.” She took a sip. “But I guess your smile isn’t so bad either. It’s not painful to look at.”

“Why, thank you. Such high praise from your lips, I feel really special.”   

Ámbar hid her smile behind her glass. Simón was smiling too, but he didn’t even try to hide it.

There was a small pause while both ate their food before he spoke again.

“So… What about you?” Simón ventured. “Why are you single?”

He thought maybe she’d deem that too personal, but to his surprise, she answered immediately. “Because I have no use for men.”

Simón raised his brows.

“I just mean that I’m fine without having a boyfriend,” Ámbar explained. “My friends don’t understand it because they’re all idiotized by love, but I don’t need a guy taking out part of my free time. I work at a law firm, my time is precious, guys just aren’t worth it.”

Simón stopped cutting his steak and looked at her, analyzing. “I kinda want to debate that, but before I do, why the disdain?” He asked. “What were your previous relationships like?”

She shrugged. “Nothing much, I guess. I had some flings while I was young, nothing too serious. I was popular, you see, so pretty much every guy wanted to date me, but they didn’t really care about me and I didn’t really care about them, because I wasn’t stupid enough to believe they really cared, so nothing lasted very long.”

She took a bite from her food and then kept talking. “Until I met this guy in sophomore year. He was new in school and he was instantly an eye-catcher. He said he was always moving from one place to another because of his dad’s job, but that now it was the first time he really got to stay somewhere. I thought we were kind of similar. Neither of us had had long-term relationships because we knew it would eventually end. For the first time, I found something deeply in common with a guy, and the fact that we were both from good families rapidly pushed us together. We dated all the way through high school and two more years in university. It wasn’t perfect, but I was happy.”

Simón made a face, dreading what he was going to hear but needing to ask. “And then what happened?”

Ámbar raised her glass to her lips. “He cheated on me with my cousin.”

Simón did a double-take. “Wow— What?”

“Yeah. We were at our summer house on vacation, I had invited him to spend it with my family. We were there for only two days before I found them making out. Turns out it had been going on for a while, way before we left for the summer. Me and my cousin were never close, so it didn’t really hurt me on that front, but the fact that he had the nerve to do it in my own house, with a relative, right under my very nose… I made him pack his bags and leave. He took the next flight back to Buenos Aires and my cousin followed him. I believe they’re still together but I haven’t really asked.”

Simón was stupefied. “Are you kidding me?”

Ámbar shook her head. “Apparently, he discovered true love with her or something.”

Simón shook his head too but with outrage. “That guy is the stupidest idiot in the whole wide world. I mean, who would cheat on you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I thought I wasn’t your type.”

“Maybe, but I’m not blind,” Simón retorted. “And even then— If he really liked your cousin, he could’ve just told you, he could’ve broken up with you first. Cheating is so wrong, and it’s cruel, and disrespectful, and you are—”

He stopped himself short, mouth hanging open as their eyes met.

Ámbar found herself anticipating what he would say. When had that happened? Since when did she care what he thought of her to the point of holding her breath? 

Simón looked down and cleared his throat. “You didn’t deserve that,” he finished in a quieter voice. “No one does.”

Ámbar focused on her ravioli again, ignoring how she’d expected him to say more. “Looks only get you so far, I’ve found…” She ate one more bite before continuing the conversation. “Anyway, after that, I realized what a gigantic waste of time that relationship had been and decided that it just wasn’t worth it. I’m content with my life. I have a nice apartment, a promising professional future… I don’t need anything else.”

She’d eaten two more bites when Simón spoke again. “But don’t you want more?” 

Ámbar looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“At the end of the day, relationships aren’t really because you need to be with someone,” he said. “There are other ways to deal with loneliness— a pet, for example.”

He leaned forward on the table.  “When you date someone it’s because you want to have that kind of connection with another person. A partner. Someone to talk to about how your day was when you’re back from work and to tell all of your stories to. Someone to share your life with, who supports you, even with all your flaws, and to whom you are the most important person in the world, and they’re the most important person to you too. It can be a little scary when someone has that much power over you,” he admitted. “I won’t deny that it can be easier to live without it. You don’t need it… but you choose it. A relationship is two different people, choosing to stay together every day because, in spite of all their problems, they make each other happy and they want to be together. So, they work for that.”

Ámbar had completely forgotten about her meal or the world around her, immersed in the life he pictured, in the words he intertwined with wonder, longing, and wistfulness.

“How do you get someone to choose you every day of their life?” She wondered out loud.

Simón’s lips turned into a smile that was a little sad. “Well, that’s the hard part. I clearly haven’t figured it out or I wouldn’t be here.”

The world came crashing back to her.

Ámbar straightened in her seat. “Right, I forgot for a second there that you have horrible experiences,” she said sourly. “You almost made me believe your emotional speech about the wonders of love.”

And it was stupid, really. She knew how reality worked. Even if what he described happened for someone, it was so rare it was almost a miracle.

Simón looked down. “Yeah… love hasn’t been very kind to me.” He grabbed his cutlery and brought them to his meal. “But I still believe in it.”

Ámbar couldn’t help but look at him in disbelief. “Why?”  After all he’d been through? After all I’ve been through?

Simón looked up at her, huffing out a short laugh. “Because what a sad life it would be if I didn’t,” he said, and focused on finishing his food, eating his last bites of mashed potatoes.

Ámbar sat immobile for moment, just watching him. His words had hit her, but she didn’t know what to say.

Her first instinct was a defensive retort. ‘You’re saying my life is sad?’ It was a little insulting, and she could’ve certainly called him out on it, even if it didn’t seem like he meant it that way.  But she didn’t voice that complaint because… Was it? 

“Whose turn was it to ask now? Yours or mine?” Simón asked, pulling Ámbar out of her musings. “And before you say it, that does not count as my question,” he pointed at her playfully.

Honestly, Ámbar was so distracted she didn’t remember either. “I think it’s your turn,” she replied.

“Okay.” Simón’s eyes wandered a little, thinking of what to ask. His gaze settled on her plate, all but empty now, and then glanced at his own. The smile on his face faded. “Well, seeing as we’re both pretty much done with our food… Are you going to have dessert?” He asked slowly, with an apprehensive tilt to his voice that indicated he was expecting a no.

Ámbar should’ve said no. Her plan had always been to finish this as soon as possible and go back to her normal routine, with her apartment, her job, and her friends.

But looking at Simón now, she didn’t feel the urge to run. In fact, there was a part of her that wanted to keep listening to him talk about the world and learn what other views he had about different things.

She called it curiosity. She wasn’t ready to call it anything beyond that. But dessert? That she could do.  

She showed him a smile. “Yeah, why not?”

Simón’s face betrayed his surprise— He really had been convinced she’d say no— but then a grin lit up his features. “Okay!” He said, and called over a waiter.

Ámbar thought she liked his smile too.

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The conversation flowed after that. They continued with their questions, but their answers weren’t short and to the point anymore. They ended up trading stories with each one, and Simón got Ámbar to laugh again, with a joke that he ‘thought of all by himself’ he pointed out, making her shake her head and roll her eyes.

It was fun. And easy.

It didn’t feel like a waste of time.

Simón finished his ice cream, and Ámbar finished her chocolate lava cake, and then it was time to ask for the check.  

When the waiter came with it, Ámbar pulled out her wallet, but Simón offered to pay for both of them. She protested, saying that the fairest was for each of them to pay for their own food, but he insisted, saying it was no problem since he’d already come with the intention of paying anyway.

If he pays, it was a date— an anxious voice rang in her mind. She had always intended to pay for herself, as one final proof that it had just been a shared lunch and nothing more.

Simón took out his card and smiled at her reassuringly.

She let him pay.

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The weather was nice as they walked out of the restaurant. The sun had gone down a little, so its warmth remained but none of its scorching heat.

The two walked a few steps as to not block the entrance for other people and then turned to face each other.

“Well… It was nice meeting you, Ámbar,” Simón said with a faint smile. “I hope Delfi lets you off the hook for a while after this.”

“It was nice meeting you too,” she replied. “Now I have sad love stories to tell myself if I ever want to make myself feel better.”

They laughed.

Once the mirth subsided, it was time to fill the silence.

“Okay, well, I’m parked this way,” Simón said, pointing to one side of the street. “Did you get here by car too? Or do you want me to maybe drive you somewhere…?”

“No, no, it’s fine, thank you,” Ámbar told him. “I live close by, so I’m just gonna walk home,” she pointed behind her.

“Oh,” Simón glanced behind her, “you’re… headed that way then?” He pointed.

“Yeah, I’m headed that way,” she confirmed, pointing in the opposite direction to his car.  

Simón nodded. “Okay. Then… I guess we’re saying goodbye here.”

“It appears so.”

After some more nervous shifting, Simón surged forward to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Bye.” He parted. “Good luck with everything.”

“You too.”

Simón turned around and started walking toward his car with a grimace.

Kiss on the cheek. Why did you kiss her on the cheek? You should’ve just waved, that was too much. What if you made her uncomfortable? God, that was lame. Lame, lame, lame, you’re so lame.

“Simón!”

He stopped in his tracks and whirled around toward Ámbar’s voice. She came near him and stood in front of him again.

“You didn’t get to 20,” she said, holding the strap of her purse with both palms. “You can ask me one more thing if you want.”

Simón’s heart raced. He studied Ámbar’s expression, trying to make sure if this meant what he thought it meant.

He chose to take the risk.

“Can we meet again?”

He didn’t want this to be the last time he talked to her. Even if it didn’t lead to anything, even if she was still convinced that she was better off alone, he just wanted to see her for a little longer.

Ámbar looked at him and her lips trembled into a tiny smile. “I was actually giving you the chance to ask for my number,” she said with amusement.

Simón blinked. “Oh. Oh!” He sprang into action, searching his pockets quickly for his phone. “Yeah! That would be great—”

“Nope, you lost your chance.” She took a step back, smiling widely. “But I’ll think about what you said.”

Ámbar turned to leave and threw one last look at him over her shoulder. “Bye, Simón.”

Simón stared open-mouthed as she walked away, and a short laugh burst from his lips. He shook his head and turned to leave too. He couldn’t stop smiling.

The next day, he got a message on his phone from an unknown number.

It was only one word, but he knew immediately who the sender was.

“Yes.”

…

..

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Can you all believe this fic has been sitting in my files 80% finished since 2019?! Seriously, what took me so long?!

Anyway, it’s here now, and I think my acquired knowledge throughout these past years gave it a boost from the original draft, so I guess all’s well that ends well <3 If there’s anything you don’t like, I blame 2019’s C, not me.

Thank you all for reading. See you next time! - C

[countessofravenclaw]

I just descriped somebody by saying that they look like a dwarf from Snow White—which very specifically was not a compliment

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

That one relative that makes Christmas more tense

Chapter 4: We can somehow make Christmas work

Final chapter! And right in time for Christmas too!

I’ve been so excited about this fic for months, and I can’t believe I finished it now.

When/If you read it, make sure to leave a comment. I wanna know your thoughts and reactions!

God jul! Feliz navidad! Merry Christmas!

[fanficofthelostcities]

Cookies ‘n’ Dreams || Simón Álvarez

Summary: You and Simón get up to some shenanigans while baking cookies.

Word Count: 1,849

The sun was shining as you walked toward Jam & Roller, a bag of homemade cookies in your hand. As you entered the building, you heard live music. Perfect timing, you thought. The Roller Band is practicing. You walked over to the stage and sat down at one of the tables, listening as the band played “Un Destino.” When the song finished, you stood up and clapped loudly for them.

“You guys sound amazing, as usual,” you said. The boys grinned, put their instruments away, and walked over to your table.

“What are you doing here so early? Don’t you have to get to school?” Nico asked.

You held out the bag of cookies. “I baked these last night and I thought you guys might want some.”

“Really?” Pedro asked excitedly.

You nodded and opened the bag, holding it out to them. They all reached out at the same time, jostling each other to get a cookie, and you laughed. “Relax guys, there’s enough for everyone.”

Simón was the first to grab one, and you hoped he would like it. As soon as he took a bite, his eyes lit up and he grinned. “These are amazing!” he exclaimed, wiping a crumb from his mouth. “You need to give us the recipe!”

You smiled, feeling like you could jump for joy. “What if I show you guys how to bake them instead?” you suggest. You were friends with all three of the boys but, truth be told, you had a crush on Simón and would love to spend more time with him.

“That’s a great idea!” Simón said. “Maybe you could come over to our apartment tonight?” He looked to Nico and Pedro for confirmation.

Nico gave him a knowing grin. “I’m going out with Jim tonight, remember?”

Simón frowned slightly. “I didn’t know that.”

“And Tamara asked me to stay late to help plan for the next Open,” Pedro jumped in. “But I don’t see why you two can’t still get together tonight and make some.”

“Yeah, then we’ll have nice freshly baked cookies to arrive home to,” Nico said. He kept glancing at Pedro, and they both looked like they were holding back laughter.

“Well, sure, if that’s okay with you,” Simón asked you, searching your face for your reaction.

A flurry of butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Yeah, that’d be great. Then you can teach Pedro and Nico some other time,” you said.

“Cool,” Simón said, smiling. “If you’re coming back to the Roller after school, we could head over to my place at 6?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said. “And speaking of school, I really have to get going or I’ll be late. See you guys later!” You waved to them and rushed out of the Roller. A ginormous grin broke out on your face as you ran to school.

~~~~~

As soon as the door to Jam & Roller closed behind you, Nico and Pedro slapped Simón on the shoulder and jumped around hollering.

Simón pushed their hands away and laughed. “What was that all about?”

Nico grinned at him. “We just set you up on a date with Y/N.”

Simón’s eyes widened. “You liars!” He pointed at Nico. “You don’t really have a date with Jim. And you”—he turned to Pedro—“You weren’t asked to stay late.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe you set me up like that.”

“You do like Y/N, don’t you?” Pedro asked.

Simón looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, blushing lightly. “Well…”

Nico laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Then you should be thanking us.”

A smile crept onto Simón’s face. “I’ll thank you after, if it goes well.”

~~~~~

You entered Blake South College, slightly disheveled from running. Luna and Nina, your best friends, came over to greet you.

“You certainly got here in a rush,” Nina noted, reaching over and smoothing down your wild hair.

“I was just dropping off some cookies to the Roller Band,” you explained, holding up the bag in your hand. “Do you want some?” They both nodded, and the three of you all took one.

“These are delicious!” Luna exclaimed.

You smiled and glanced at the ground. “I know, Simón told me so.”

Nina’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned slyly. “Oh really?”

“What’s up with you and him?” Luna asked, nudging you with her elbow.

You blushed. “Well, I offered to teach the boys how to make cookies this evening, but Nico and Pedro are busy, so…”

Luna’s eyes widened. “So it’s just going to be you and Simón?” she asked, grabbing your arm in excitement. You nodded, and Luna gasped loudly.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Matteo said, appearing from behind a corner.

The three of you quickly straightened up. “There’s no fuss,” Luna said. Matteo opened his mouth to speak, but the bell rang.

“We’ve got to get to class. Bye!” Nina said, looping her arm through yours and Luna’s and walking you to the classroom.

The three of you sat down. Luna leaned over and whispered, “You’d better tell us all about it tomorrow.” Nina nodded in agreement.

You smiled. “Okay.”

~~~~~

Evening was approaching, and you and Luna were skating together at the rink. Every couple of minutes you checked your watch, eagerly awaiting 6:00 pm.

After you glanced at your wrist yet again, Luna laughed. “You really can’t wait to hang out with Simón, huh?”

You glanced around quickly to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “It’s that obvious?” you asked.

Luna giggled. “Yeah, it is.”

You stopped skating for a moment. “It’s not weird that I’m hanging out with him, is it? You know, since he’s your best friend and all-”

“No, not at all!” Luna interrupted. “I’m super happy for him, and for you. Besides, I think he likes you.” Luna gently elbowed you, a huge grin on her face.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

Luna nodded. Then she gasped and elbowed you again. “Look who’s here!”

You turned towards the entrance to the rink where Simón had just entered. You and Luna skated over to meet him.

“Hey Luna, Y/N,” Simón said, slightly more nervous than usual, but still smiling.

“Hey Simón,” Luna said. She glanced back at the rink and said, “Looks like someone needs help; I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” She waved before skating off, leaving you and Simón alone. The two of you glanced in the direction she had skated, and it was clear that no one needed her help.

Simón rubbed the back of his neck. “Ready to bake some cookies?” You nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

~~~~~

“Bienvenida a mi casa,” Simón said, opening the door of the apartment and leading you to the kitchen. He turned to you and smiled. “Where do we begin?”

“How about you start by showing me where you keep your ingredients?”

A few minutes later, Simón was carefully measuring out the first of two cups of flour. You leaned over the mixing bowl to get a whiff of the cookie dough, and Simón dumped in the flour, causing a cloud of it to rise into your face.

“Hey, watch it!” you exclaimed, quickly leaning away from the bowl. Without thinking, you reached past Simón, grabbed a small handful of flour from the bag on the counter, and tossed it in his face. As soon as you processed what you had done, you froze in shock, hoping you hadn’t gone too far. Simón blinked, and then one of his signature smiles broke out on his face.

“Oh, it’s on,” he said, and the flour war began. Cloud after cloud of white flour poofed into the air, and the two of you ran around the kitchen trying to avoid them, while continuing to create more. You two started off by only tossing small handfuls of flour, but soon they got bigger and bigger and the two of you had gotten flour all over yourselves and the kitchen.

Eventually, Simón grabbed the bag off of the counter, held it behind his back, and chased you into a corner of the kitchen. Your back was against the wall, and you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the flour bomb that you were sure was coming. As the seconds ticked on and still nothing came, your heart started to pound faster as you realized you could hear Simón’s breathing not that far away from you. You slowly opened your eyes to meet Simón’s, and for a moment all you did was stare into them. Then Simón brought his hand to his face, opened it to reveal flour, and blew it into your face. You immediately closed your eyes and burst into giggles, and Simón joined in. Once the flour cloud had settled, you opened your eyes again.

“How about we stop wasting the flour and finish making these cookies?” Simón suggested with a grin.

You nodded. “I think you should let me scoop out the rest of the flour to make sure we don’t start anything again.”

Simón narrowed his eyes. “Oh, so you’re blaming me for starting this?” he asked playfully.

“Mm-hmm,” you agreed, snatching the bag of flour from him and walking back to the counter. He rolled his eyes and joined you, and the two of you got back to work.

~~~~~

You and Simón sat at the kitchen table eating some freshly baked cookies.

“Thanks for teaching me the recipe,” Simón said, grabbing another cookie from the plate on the table. “I’m definitely going to make them again.”

You grinned. “Well, now you know how! You can even teach Pedro and Nico how the professionals do it.”

Simón giggled at that last comment, then tilted his head to the side. “Well, I think it’s probably more fun baking when it’s just the two of us.” He leaned a little closer, and your heart beat a little faster. “What do you think?”

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the front door opened. Nico and Pedro walked in to the scent of freshly baked cookies and the sight of flour everywhere.

“What on earth happened here?” Pedro asked, raising his eyebrows.

Simón leaned back in his seat. “We made cookies,” he said, holding up the plate filled with them. Nico and Pedro both walked over to grab one and take a bite.

“These,” Nico said, waving around his half-eaten cookie, “are delicious. And I’m glad you two had fun. But someone—” he looked pointedly at Simón— “is gonna have to clean this up.”

“Oh, let me help,” you said, standing up.

“Absolutely not,” Simón replied. “I was the one who started it.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m glad we agree.” You glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was just past 7:30. “I should probably get going,” you said.

“I’ll drive you,” Simón said, walking you to the door. “But only if you promise we’ll do this again sometime.”

“I would love to,” you said, and although you wouldn’t admit it out loud, the evening had been a dream come true.