#emilia alo fanfiction

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Nerves (Emilia Alo x Reader)

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3

You’ve been tasked to seduce Sebas, but you can’t keep your eyes off Emilia…

Emilia Alo x Fem!reader 1580 words

It starts a bit slow but picks up toward the end

“This party isn’t just so the school sees us play,” Jana said.  “I have a more important reason.”

Everyone was gathered in the girls' dorm, minus Luka.  There were conversations of the party that night, but Y/N wasn’t too interested.  Instead of listening in, she tackled Andi onto her bed for the last chip in the bag.  Y/N attempted to pry the chip from her hand as she practically sat on top of Andi, giggling as Andi laughed and wheezed for air simultaneously.

“The fire, the threats, the attack on Esteban: we just need him to confess,” Jana said.

“Who?” Y/N turned her head toward the rest of the group, her mouth full of Andi’s chip.

“Sebas.  Have you two dorks been listening?” Jana asked, emphasizing her annoyance.

Y/N only rolled her eyes in response.

“How will we make that happen?” Esteban asked.

“A whole lot of vodka.”

“You’re trusting that a lot of things will fall into place.  I don’t like those odds,” Esteban replied.

“Trust me, I know him,” Jana defended her plan.

“It’s too risky.  What if he doesn’t want to drink?  What if he brings friends or bodyguards?” Esteban said as Y/N released Andi from underneath her only to be tackled in retaliation with a wild scream.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Jana said, ignoring the chaos behind her.  “Dixon’s with me, right?”  She hopefully smiled toward him to which he sighed.

“Well, it’s not like we have a lot of options.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad of an idea,” MJ piped in.

Y/N managed to struggle out of Andi’s grip and her cruel laughter to get a word in.

“Yeah, but there’s no way you can get him drunk.  He hates you.”

“Well,” Jana trailed off, walking toward Y/N with a sly smile.  “That’s why we need one more thing that Sebastian Langarica loves,” she said, sitting beside Y/N and placing her hands comfortingly on her shoulders.

Y/N looked confused for a moment as silence fell over the group.  But when she caught Jana’s expression, the implications of the plan suddenly made sense.

“Me?  Oh god, this truly is the worst plan yet,” Y/N complained, quickly shrugging off Jana’s hands.

“No!  Dixon heard him talking about you the other day.  Seems like Sebas has got quite a crush,” Jana’s smile grew as she elbowed Y/N’s side.

“Dixon!”

“Don’t blame me, Y/N!” Dixon raised his hands in surrender.  “It’s Jana’s plan!”

“Come on!  I know him.  He’ll fall for it,” Jana enticed.  “So?”

                                                         xxx

Y/N bit down on the side of her cup, lost somewhere in the sea of EWS students.  It seemed that the entire school had already shown up in the first fifteen minutes of the extravagant party, which only made Y/N more nervous.  

She already had mild stage fright which she had worked so hard to overcome, and now she had people screaming and bumping her left and right before she was even supposed to be performing.  It was so claustrophobic she considered walking out the doors and never returning.

But one thing she was more frightened of than social situations: letting her friends down.

Granted, her friends had abandoned her in a large group of people, knowing she was quite introverted.  So how much of her friends were they?

Unbeknownst to Y/N, she was being watched.  First from afar, then closer as Emilia made a beeline for her, pushing other guests aside.

“Hey,” Emilia said as she walked toward Y/N.  Either the music was too loud or Y/N was too deep in her thoughts because Y/N didn’t hear a word.  She continued grinding her teeth as her grip tightened around her empty cup.  “Hey, Y/N,” Emilia semi-yelled this time.

Y/N instantly spun around at the recognizable accent.  She whipped those around her with her high pigtails before facing Emilia.  For a moment, she was a deer in headlights, unable to move a muscle in her body.  Emilia softly smiled, almost blushing at Y/N’s awestruck reaction.

Emilia had been so amused with Y/N since she first step foot on campus.  She was so adorably shy and awkward, yet so insanely beautiful.  It was a combination that easily invaded Emilia’s heart.  Perhaps it was the contrast to her own personality that made Emilia relentlessly chase after Y/N even when “chasing” wasn’t typically her thing.

But she didn’t understand why Y/N was still so nervous around her given that Emilia had made so many flirtatious advances that practically everyone assumed they would be together by the week’s end.  Yet Y/N seemed to run away every time they got close to being more than flirty friends.

Yet something about their interactions was so addictive that Emilia kept coming back for more.  And Y/N would be lying if she didn’t love the way Emilia made her feel, even if she was too shy to show it.

“Hey,” Y/N said, attempting to swallow her nervousness.

“Not really your scene, huh?”

“Is it that obvious?” Y/N pouted.

“No, no,” Emilia reassured her, wrapping her free hand around Y/N’s arm, pulling her closer while rubbing circles with her thumb in the crook of Y/N’s elbow.  Emilia attempted to ease her anxiousness and nerves as she’d rather enjoy Y/N’s presence in a calm state than in a panicky one. “I just…I know you.  You just need some more of this in you,” Emilia said, waving her half-empty bottle of beer in the air.  “It’ll relax you.”

Y/N glanced down at the bottle then back up at Emilia.

“You want some?” Emilia asked.

Y/N hesitantly nodded.

“You just have to ask.  You know I’d give it to you,” Emilia said.  She smiled that big, heart-stopping smile that showed off a bit of her gums.  Y/N was a slave to that smile as it contagiously spread onto her own lips.

What she wasn’t expecting was for Emilia to step forward and lift the bottle to her lips and grab her chin.  Emilia grabbed her chin, guiding Y/N to tilt her head back and part her lips, allowing Emilia to pour the dark taste of the beer onto Y/N’s tongue.  It tasted so much better when Emilia’s hands were all over her.

Emilia allowed the image to melt into her brain where it would be held for safekeeping.  She knew, from that point on, that it would be the only thing she’d be able to think about.  But eventually, she pulled the bottle away.

As Y/N’s head fell back into place, her lips still faintly separated, Emilia quickly downed the rest of the beer.  She pushed the empty bottle into the arms of a random boy before turning back toward Y/N.  Their chests were practically pressed against each other, their noses grazing one another.

Too scared that Y/N would run away again, Emilia quickly planted her hands on Y/N’s hips.  She scratched her nails against the fabric of the nearly see-through dress Y/N had borrowed from Jana.

“You’re beautiful,” Emilia whispered, her eyes locked onto Y/N’s slightly wide ones.  Y/N was still in shock from the moments before, and now this.  It was all too much for her.  That’s why her nerves usually got the best of her and she ended up running.

But this time seemed to be the exception as the alcohol she had drank previously was impacting her judgement.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Y/N confessed as if it was a secret.  It was truly the worst-kept secret.  Nevertheless, Emilia smiled, watching Y/N slowly emerge from her shell.

Y/N noticed Emilia’s hips begin to sway with the music as Dixon and MJ began to sing Pensado en Ti.

“Dance with me,” Emilia said, blocking out every scene and sound that wasn’t the girl in front of her.

Her hands still hanging awkwardly at her sides, Y/N moved them to hold Emilia’s upper arms.  She looked down at her fingers delicately touching the skin, afraid of making a wrong move.  But when she looked back into Emilia’s face, they both suddenly melted into giggles.  It made everything feel a little less serious.  Just right.

Y/N began to release the tension in her muscles as she allowed her body to move with MJ’s voice.  Emilia was impressed by the fluidity of her movements.  She was so used to Y/N’s stiffness that her stomach dropped feeling Y/N’s hands rub up and down her arms in rhythm with her hips.  It was heavenly.

“Y/N!  Y/N, where are you?” Jana’s voice suddenly screamed over the ending of the song.  Y/N jumped at the mention of her name, moving a step back from Emilia who lost touch with Y/N’s body.  Y/N turned to find Jana storming toward her, causing her to drop her hands back to her sides.  “Come on!  He’s here!” Jana shouted, grabbing Y/N by the arm as she had once held Emilia, before dragging her away.

It happened so quickly that Emilia couldn’t get out another word before Y/N was too far.  Y/N peeked back at her with a look of remorse before she disappeared behind the other bodies.  Emilia groaned in disdain.  They were so close.

“Fucking Jana.”

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The “Breakup”

“Porfa, no vuelvas a buscarme.”

Emilia

She’s walking away, from me, from us. And I don’t know what to do. I watch helplessly, her figure steadily becoming smaller and smaller, until I can’t see her anymore. I lean back into the couch, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since she turned her back on me. ‘Why can’t this damn chair just swallow me whole?’ I thought, my jaw clenched and my eyelids blinking rapidly. I take quick and discrete glances left and right, I have to make sure no one is watching me struggle to hold back my tears. Of sadness for what I’ve lost or of anger because I can’t fix it? I wish I knew.

Why can’t Andi understand how important this is? That she is my priority, even if she didn’t start out that way. What other choice do I have at staying in Mexico? Sebas is, for a lack of a better term, a fucking idiot, but I need him in order to seal my chances of staying here, with Andi. She may not want anything to do with me now, but I still want everything to do with her. For me, she is everything. With her perfectly soft brown skin and long dark hair, she’s always had me convinced that she is exactly what the tattoo that lays across her abdomen suggests. An angel. My perfect Angel.

I’ll fix this, I’ll figure something out. I know I will, how could I not? I’m Emilia Alo, I’m nothing if not determined and persistent. When this is all over and I’ve won the Battle of the Bands, I’ll do whatever it takes to win Andi back. No matter what!

‘I’ve got this!’ I think enthusiastically, as I shoot straight up from my seat. That definitely got people’s attention; so many of them staring at me. Can they tell what’s wrong? Did they hear?

“What?” I exclaim, looking at them all, daring them to keep studying me. Every last one of them makes haste to avert their gaze away from me. I might be breaking down inside but I’ve still got it! That small, but mighty, boost in confidence is just what I need to put my feet into motion, steering myself out of the crowded cafeteria and into the halls.

As I walk down the locker-lined walkways, I hold my head high, my gaze heated and pointed directly in front of me. I need to put on a brave face because, well, that’s who I am. But that doesn’t mean I’m not hoping to catch a glimpse of Andi. I just want her to look at me, really look at me, and see that what I feel for her trumps everything. That I truly am doing this to be with her. Fucking Sebas! Why did he have to sabotage their video? I understand his desire to win, more than I’d care to admit, but it was completely unfair. Andi (and her friends, I guess) deserves to be in the Finals, showing all of EWS just how stupidly talented she is! There’s still a chance they could perform, and I hope that they can figure something out. But I have to focus: win, sign a record deal, get permission to stay in Mexico, and win my girl back (not necessarily in that order).

Just as I’m about to turn the corner, I see Andi standing against the far wall, her small friend (MJ, I think) talking animatedly at her. I can tell that Andi isn’t listening, at least not completely. That her mind is somewhere else. The look on her face breaks my heart; a heart-clenching mix of sorrow and anger. It kills me to know that I caused that mixture. I will fix this! I slow my steps, if only a little, to have a better chance at catching her eyes, for even just a second. And just like they, our eyes meet. I try to convey all that I feel for her in that one gaze but it is cut short. I watch as her nostrils flare ever so slightly before she pointedly turns away from me and toward MJ. And, with that, my heart breaks again. ‘I’m so sorry, Andi. I promise I will make this right. I just need some time. Hopefully you’ll understand, in the end.’

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Andi

I should have known better from the start. I should have known that she would never choose me over winning or over fucking Sebas! She pretends as if she feels bad for all that happened to my friends and I, but she is still following behind Sebas. He can’t be the option only she has to win, he just can’t. He’s a snake, and he will pay for taking Emilia away from me. And for what he’s done to my band, of course. At least my priorities are in the right place. Well, I guess, now they aren’t, since I don’t have Emilia to put first anymore.

“Good riddance,’ I think, ‘it just wasn’t meant to be.’ I know that isn’t true, it can’t be. Emilia is the girl of my dreams, the only one I want to spend every second of every minute of every hour with. But she just doesn’t want the same. Or, at least, she isn’t willing to giving up what hurts me most to hold onto what we have. Had. HAD! I let out a deep breath, forcing the thought, that word, through my mind. What Emilia and I HAD was special, especially for me. But that’s over now. I do hope she wins, even if it is with Sebas. At least that way the shitty way I feel right now would be worth it. Kind of. In whatever fucked up way that might be.

I’m pulled out of my daze by MJ, as she appears directly in front of me. I stop in my tracks to make sure that I don’t knock her over. She’s still upset, understandably. I gently take her arm, guiding her over to the lockers to my right, I am not in the moo to get run down by anybody today. She’s talking at a mile a minute but I can’t even begin to try to follow what she’s saying. I feel for her, I do. She’s my closest friend here and I don’t know what I’d without her here if her parents were to pull her from EWS. But I can’t get my mind of off Emilia, no matter how hard I try. If she really wants to stay in Mexico to be with me, why is she letting here think that she is with Sebas?

When we’re alone, it’s great. Not only do I get to have her to myself, but I also get to be showered in her affection. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the feeling of her lips against mine, the way her hands fit perfectly with mine, or the way her eyes light up just slightly every time I make her laugh. I’ve lived for that, since that very first kiss, maybe even before. And now....

Why did I go along with it? Being her dirty little secret, even though she always said I wasn’t? Honestly, I didn’t think that she’d continue with that for so long. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I would be enough. That I would be what she needed to give her the push to kick Sebas to the curb and realize that she doesn’t need anyone to win. Because, on top of everything else that she has been blessed with, her talent is out of this world. Everybody can see it, so why can’t she? I guess it isn’t my problem anymore....

MJ still talking and, while I know I really should listen to her, I just can’t focus. I turn to press my back up against the lockers, my head lolling to the right to let MJ know that I am least aware of her being there even if I have absolutely no idea what she’s trying to tell me. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Emilia, her head held high, walking down the hall like she’s on a mission, and I make a conscious effort to keep my eye firmly on MJ’s face. It takes everything I have within me not to look at her, because I know that, if I do, there is no guarantee that I wouldn’t go right back to her. I don’t want to be in that cycle again, I can’t be in that cycle again. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be able to just walk up beside her and laced our hands together or throw my arm around her shoulder. But that’s the whole point, isn’t? I can’t do that, not matter how much I want, no matter how much she says she’s wants the same. Because, outside of our tiny little universe, no knows what we are, and according to her, nobody can.

I always said that she hated him, that my hatred for him was only but a step further than hers. Was I wrong this whole time? Maybe that was just me trying to convince myself that I played a larger role with her than I really did. But she was always calling him an idiot...that doesn’t mean anything! How could I have been so stupid? To let my feelings for her come before the way I feel about myself? Truth is, I’d do it all again just to be close to her.

I’ve lost the most beautiful woman I have ever been lucky enough to behold. I know this is probably what’s best but why does it have to hurt so much?

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Since I'm seeing you talk about Endi and I can't find a lot of blogs about them that are answering questions, can I please ask, does someone know the heights of Emilia and Andi, I need to know for my fanfiction, thanks

Oh hi, it's a growing up fandom but we're getting there 🥰

And I'm happy to help whenever I can and happy to chat :) and THANK GOODNESS someone's FINALLY writing Endi fanfiction.

So there's about 10cm difference between Selene and Gigi's height, so it's approx;

Emilia: 5'3

Andi: 5'7

Hoping to read your art soon!

[gorgeys]

Nerves (Emilia Alo x Reader)

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3

You’ve been tasked to seduce Sebas, but you can’t keep your eyes off Emilia…

Emilia Alo x Fem!reader 1380 words

Feels kinda half-assed but I hope you still enjoy it!!

Once the mini-concert had finished, many people complimented Y/N on her performance before dispersing around the large house.  Y/N thanked each and every one of them with a thoughtful smile, even accepting another shot from a few of them.  But she was rushed by Jana who assembled the group (minus Luka) in a huddle to put the final steps of the plan into action.

“That was perfect, Y/N,” Jana said, her voice laced with excitement.

“Clearly.  He’s practically eye-fucking you,” Dixon said, nodding toward the bar which Sebas leaned against.  When Y/N looked ahead at him, he was already staring back.  Upon her gaze, Sebas licked his upper lip as if she was a delicious meal, anticipating the moments when he would taste her.

“Oh, that’s nasty,” Y/N said through a forced smile that seemed to be realistic enough for Sebas as he returned it with a glance up and down her body.  His materializing eyes made her skin feel sticky and amplified the feeling of sweat all over her body.  It was a sickening feeling that nearly conjured her gag reflex.

When he turned to fill up his glass, Y/N’s eyes wandered away while Jana repeated the plan to everyone for the hundredth time.

“All you have to do is take him by the hot tub, we have the camera set up there.  Then you just--are you listening?”

“Mhmm,” Y/N mindlessly mumbled.  It was clear her mind was elsewhere as she was fixated on something over Jana’s shoulder.  Even as Jana continued explaining, Y/N took her bottom lip between her teeth, her surroundings becoming blurry and muffled.  Everything but the gorgeous figure approaching her.

She wore a tight-lipped smile, holding eye contact with Y/N that articulated more than what she would’ve been able to say with her words.  Only a few steps later she pushed herself between Jana and Esteban without a word.  Before anyone could respond, she reached out and grabbed Y/N by the hand.

Y/N sported a smug smile as she allowed herself to be led by Emilia.  She was practically limp under Emilia’s soft touch.  She was down to go wherever Emilia wanted, and this was no exception.

“What?  Where are you going?” Jana shouted after them.

Neither even turned to acknowledge her, a silent understanding between the two of them.  Maybe it was the fact that they could hear the rapid beating of each other's hearts or they felt a burning in their chests that would only stop if they were together as quickly as possible.  Alone.

They rounded the corner, past the Sebas, who was watching quite intently until Emilia found the empty room she had noticed at the very beginning of the party.  It was all in anticipation of this move she had planned to make on the only person she’d been thinking about for weeks.

Once inside, Y/N shut the door behind her, ensuring to lock it, before Emilia released her hand.  Emilia turned to face Y/N, leaning on the desk behind her and planting her hands on the wooden surface.  Y/N stood at the door, her hands leisurely resting on her hips.

The two stared at each other as if it was a contest, an invisible wall between them to prevent them from moving any closer.  Watching Emilia’s wide, gummy grin spread across her cheeks, Y/N knew she was about to lose this contest.

“Why’d you bring me in here?” Y/N asked, copying Emilia’s smile as if her reasons weren’t obvious.

“I can’t have you all to myself?” Emilia questioned, finishing the drink in her glass.  She must have had at least five full glasses before this judging by the way her grin was just a bit more goofy than usual and her movements a bit sloppier and less calculated.

“I never said that,” Y/N said, lengthening her words as she sauntered a step closer.

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” Emilia said.  She noticed a picture of Jana on the desk and quickly put it face down.  Jana didn’t need to witness what was about to happen.

“Who?  Sebas?”

Emilia nodded her head, watching each of Y/N’s teasingly slow steps toward her.  If only she’d move just a bit faster.  Emilia didn’t know if she could wait any longer than she already had.

“Oh, I’m sure you were so jealous of me.  Don’t you want him to look at you like that?” Y/N said, practically laughing at the insanity of her statements as she said them.

Y/N would’ve had to be blind in order not realize how little interest Emilia had in Sebas, especially since Emilia was all over her all the time.  But she never would have mentioned it in a sober state.  She would have been too nervous anyway.

Emilia hummed, enjoying the sounds of Y/N’s exaggerated laughter.

“That’s why I brought you in here; to teach you a lesson,” Emilia smugly smiled.  Finally Y/N was within arms distance, causing Emilia’s hands to clutch onto her waist and aggressively pull her in between her legs.  Almost tripping over her heels in the process, Y/N’s hands grabbed onto Emilia’s shoulders for support.

“You just can’t wait any longer, can you?”  Y/N’s face hovered over Emilia’s, her confidence clearly at an all-time high.  Y/N’s alcohol-stained breath teased her, tempting her to come closer.

“You’re not gonna run this time, right?” Emilia asked, tightening her grip on Y/N’s waist.  She didn’t even try to hide a glance down to Y/N’s lips.  Finally, it was right there in front of her without the possibility of interruption.  Well, beside Y/N’s nerves.  But it wasn’t likely that they’d make an appearance tonight.

“No,” Y/N said, her hands snaking up the base of Emilia’s neck to the fragile skin under her jaw.  “I want you so bad.  I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you.”  She traced hearts on Emilia’s skin to combat the tiny part of her that was still a bit anxious.

“You already have me.  You just need to stop running away from me.”  Emilia’s voice became lower with each word.

“I can’t help it.  You know you make me nervous,” Y/N said, brushing a stray blonde hair out of Emilia’s face before allowing her fingers to rest on Emilia’s jaw bone.

“But not now?”

“Not now.”

“I don’t want you to feel nervous around me anymore.  I just want you to feel adored.”

It was the most honest and genuine thing Emilia had said in a long time.  And it was all worth it when Y/N finally closed the gap and kissed her.

Y/N’s mind was unable to function after hearing Emilia’s sentiment, so the only way she felt she could truly show her appreciation was with a kiss that expressed every bit of desire and spirit she could muster.

It felt like it had already happened a hundred times.  Their lips told an old tale together, remembering each curve as if this wasn’t the first time their lips locked.  Maybe it was so natural since the both of them had visualized this scene time after time to the point where it stole them from their sleep and worked into their dreams.

But the feeling inside was new.  Emilia thought she had lusted over Y/N before, but only now did she understand what it meant to need someone.  To feel one’s lips and want to feel them for an eternity.  To grab one’s waist and thread fingers through one’s hair no matter when, where, or why.

Y/N was simply blown away.  It felt like an out of body experience watching pink lips move gracefully in time, the rhythm speeding up as they gained a joint confidence.  Emilia pulled Y/N’s hips into hers, Y/N pushing her chest into Emilia’s, causing her lean back over the desk.

It felt like a roller coaster except the descent never stopped; although it was scary at first, after some time, it was only bliss and excitement.  Nothing would ever top this.  Nothing besides sharing a million more kisses like this one.

[gorgeys]

Nerves (Emilia Alo x Reader)

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3

You’ve been tasked to seduce Sebas, but you can’t keep your eyes off Emilia…

Emilia Alo x Fem!reader 1400 words

Not a soul had expected how Y/N would behave on excessive alcohol.  She didn’t speak to many people outside her band and Emilia, so it was a surprise when she was suddenly talking to whoever was beside her and jumping on tables to sing along to whatever song was playing.  No one was shy from hyping her up, especially when she looked like a million dollars.

“Y/N!  Stop getting distracted!” Jana suddenly appeared beneath her, yanking Y/N off the table and preventing her from singing along to the rest of the Bad Bunny song.  Those around them booed Jana for stealing the party girl from their presence.

“Oh my god, why haven’t I started drinking before, Jana?  This is awesome,” Y/N cheered, followed by a drunken giggle.  “I feel like I’m floating.”

Jana could only roll her eyes as she weaved through the crowd toward the makeshift stage, dragging Y/N behind her.

“I hope you haven’t drunk too much cause you’re on now,” Jana said before grabbing the mic stand.

“Good evening, everyone!” Jana shouted into the mic as everyone gathered around the stage.  Y/N stood behind her, smoothing out the sides of her dress, while the crowd gave a weak response.  “I hope everyone’s having a great time!”

“Are we playing or what?  Come on!” Luka interrupted, causing the crowd to cheer.  Jana gave him a look before introducing the band.

“We are Sin Nombre!”

“Show us your tits!” a guy shouted.

“Show us your balls, asshole,” Andi replied.

“I don’t think anyone wants to see that saggy shit,” Y/N mumbled, only loud enough for the rest of the band to hear and smile at.

Y/N noticed Emilia and Sebas standing side by side to her left, right at the front of the crowd.  Her gaze flickered between the two, unsure of who to look at considering they both sent her suggestive smiles.   They were both almost equally attractive qualities.

They began to notice each sway of her hips and each movement of her fingers as they ran up and down her body several drinks ago and it was impossible for either of them to ignore.  Sebas had never seen her in an dress so fitting and Emilia had never seen her so confident and outgoing.  Both parties in the relationship felt an even stronger energetic pull toward this fierce version of Y/N.

“Okay, come on!  Let’s go, let’s go!”

Jana moved away from the mic stand as the band began the song Si Una Vez.  Y/N stepped forward to wrap her hands around the mic, allowing her body to flow along to the addictive intro of the song.  Her energy seemed to spread to the rest of the students who nodded along and began to smile with her.

Yo, te di todo mi amor y más Y tú, no reconoces ni lo que es amar

Y/N pointed out into the crowd, not so secretly in Emilia’s direction, to which Emilia’s smile widened.  She remembered each time she had heard that wonderful voice fall from Y/N’s desirable lips, but the freedom behind her voice now made it more intoxicating than ever.

Sebas sucked his lips into his mouth, eyes running up and down the singer.  Y/N’s actions could be interpreted as advances toward him and in this case, that was for the better.

Yo, me puse dispuesta a tus pies

Under Emilia’s electric gaze, Y/N couldn’t help but feel more empowered than ever.  Suddenly every rational thought exited her head as she just began to move for herself in a way that felt right.

Y tan solo con desprecio me has pagado pero ahora ve

Y/N suddenly tugged the hair ties on her ponytails, pulling them out and letting her hair fall. Emilia raised her eyebrows at the action as the crowd cheered the singer on.  She always loved when Y/N’s hair naturally cascaded past her shoulders and down her back.  It felt like a guilty pleasure as each bounce of her hair seemed to happen in slow motion.

Si una vez dije que te amaba, hoy me arrepiento

Y/N grabbed the mic off the mic stand and moved the stand behind her.

Si una vez dije que te amaba No sé lo que pensé, estaba loca

Y/N ran a hand through her hair as she danced along with the music, stepping forward toward Emilia and Sebas.  Her eyes landed upon Sebas for a fraction of a second before she instinctively looked back at Emilia.  She searched for every bit of joy and approval in Emilia’s eyes.  Y/N was like a piece of pure metal attracted to the strong magnet that was Emilia.

It was to the point where Y/N had to force herself to glance back at Sebas.  But that wasn’t before sending Emilia a discreet wink.

It was the first time Y/N had made Emilia flustered and not the other way around.  Emilia felt her chest constrict around the pacey beat of her heart and suddenly she was lightheaded; high on the sight in front of her.

Si una vez dije que te amaba y que por ti la vida daba Si una vez dije que te amaba no lo vuelvo a hacer Ese error es cosa de ayer

Y/N spun as she finished the chorus, her body rolling in ways she didn’t know were possible.  The crowd cheered for Dixon’s rap, Y/N and Dixon sharing a fist bump as Dixon stepped forward.  It was short and sweet, allowing Y/N a break before she resumed from where she left off.

Yo, se que un día tu volverás

Y/N walked forward to sing into the phone cameras of the many students that were recording the performance, making sure to give each one her best look of temptation so they had something to remember from Sin Nombre, specifically Y/N Y/L/N.

Y tú

Y/N stepped to her left, toward everyone’s favorite couple.  She let her hand linger on Sebas’ arm, running down his leather jacket all the way to his wrist before she pulled away.  She ensured to purse her lips in an irresistible manner which seemed to work judging by how his eyelids were hooded over his lustful eyes.

De todo te arrepentirás

But Y/N couldn’t leave Emilia unattended as she stepped toward her.  She stuck out her limp hand toward Emilia who quickly got the hint.  She grabbed Y/N’s hand with her free one, her thumb resting softly on Y/N’s knuckles.  She slowly lifted the back of her hand to her lips without breaking intense eye contact, placing the gentlest of kisses on the smooth skin.  It was the first time her lips touched Y/N’s skin and it couldn’t have felt any better.

Y/N almost forgot sing the next lyric as she was so hung up on the way Emilia’s eyes saw into her soul and her lips kissed away her problems.  She wanted more.

Yo, me puse dispuesta a tus pies

Y/N leaned in, singing the lyrics into Emilia’s face.  The warm air dissolved into Emilia’s skin as she resisted the urge to pull Y/N that bit closer into her lips.  But, god, if she didn’t get to feel those lips later that night, Emilia was sure she’d spiral into insanity.

Y tan solo con desprecio me has pagado pero ahora ve

Y/N walked backward toward her original spot, her eyes still locked onto Emilia’s fiery ones.

Si una vez dije que te amaba y que por ti la vida daba Si una vez dije que te amaba no lo vuelvo a hacer

Y/N looked out into the crowd as they began to sing along with her, feeling an overwhelming pride that she had caused such a joyous scene among a once dull bunch of teenagers.

Emilia took a sip of her drink, watching the happiness spread across Y/N’s face.  Sometimes it felt like Y/N’s happiness was of greater importance than her own.

Ese error es cosa de ayer

Y/N leaned her head back and sang the last lyric to the ceiling before applause and cheers ensued.  Dixon instantly started a chant of her name to which Y/N cutely giggled at, feeling two strong stares burning into the side of her face.