#then it's more clear nina's in love with gastón

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Every time I see this scene, I think:

WHAT STUDIES??

Why is Nina sounding so goddamn serious about this? Like it's a very important scientific fact

If we take that logic, then it's just as likely Nina and Luna would fall in love, along with every other pair of friends

[countessofravenclaw]

So, I got this idea while watching a tik tok edit of Gastina, where he caption said that the creator loves using underrated Gastina scenes. The edit was really beatiful, but in my opinion, none of the scenes used were underrated...but I guess, not everyone is as obsessed as I am so we all have differnt views of that.

So, I present to you:

The underrated Gastina scenes that need more love... (according to me) (not in any particular order)

So, no kisses, or the first meeting, roses, the blindfold scene or the locker scene. Lets go.

This kind of categorizes the whole photgraphy arc. The first time we really saw them interract properly and the sparks clearly flying from the begining. I firmly believe that Gastón started having feelings for Nina right then are there, but didn't realize it. Also the teacher, Mr. Acosta as I have names him, was such a shipper. He probably won few bets at faculty lounge the start of S2 when they showed up dating.

This scene is literally the scene right before the "break up" in S2. So why I like it then? Ignoring what happen's after this, this is such a cute scene. They're talking about the Roller campain, and basically arguing over was Nina's text that caused them to go viral or was it the hastag, which very fast turned into flirting when Felicity got brough up. I really like that Felicity is not brough up often, because that's not where their relatioship is based on, but I do like it being used like this. Like them basically teasing each other about tehir history and Nina even asking if she should be "jelous of herself". If only the conflict hadn't started from here, because this scene was supposed to excalate into totally different direction, which you can see from both of their faces.

This one is really brief, but I love mainly for the ear thing. Why didn't that become a promident thing? We see this once, and it never came back. Why?

I love this scene mainly for this line, which I have used mutlple time as anti-Eric evidence. Also the matching outfits and full blown love-confessions we got in this very simple scene.

How can I possibly like this scene? It is very headbreaking and sad, but just still proves the superioty of this ship and especially what sort of a person Gastón is. He is mad at Nina, but also as heartbroken as she is, and never even raises his voice at her. He even hears her out, which is unheard of in DCLA.

I'm sorry, this is just the most adorable scene from season 1 honestly, adorable and a little bit maybe spicy in a way. I mean, they got physically really close when he caught her and his hands were on her waist and she pretty much squeezed his biceps in the process. There is like clear chemistry between them for that moment, and you can see from his face that he certanly felt some things. Okay, the physicaly chemistry aside, I also love this scene for the fact that in here Gastón taugh Nina how to stop on her skates. If you remeber, the one teaching her that was him, not Luna, which works perfectly with my analogy about Gastón's and Luna's influence on Nina.

Speaking of those feelings... I know that this is right after the blindfold scene, but I one of my fave thing about Gastina is the fact that Gastón actully fell in love with her, not Felicity and was in love with Nina since the begining. I mean in here he basically stopped gushing about Felicity and lost his train of thought as soon as Nina walked past him. He might like Felicity, but Nina's the one who is making his heart race when she's close (this is said in the Finnish subs) and he is feeling things. Which is basically Disney's way of saying that he has been caught very of guard of his overwhelming attraction to Nina all the sudden and doesn't know what to do with it. IN his mind, he can't be in love with her because of Felicity, but god he's in love with her and wants to be in love with her and he could actually be with her, but Felicity...

Continuing the with the theme here... This scene frustrates me, because Nina, my girl, how are you still convinved that Gastón didn't want you in the first place? He pretty much said so, how so you not know the conflic is between you and you? But, that makes this scene so good too. Maybe it is a good thing that Nina let Gastón out of his miseryt so soon after this. What I believe was happening in his head when he started leaving so aruptly was that because he wanted to kiss her so badly. I need to write some sor to a novelzation of his though process during these eps.

[calyxthenerd]

❤️‍🔥😭😇💔🪢

Simon, Nina, Gastón and Ambar

❤️‍🔥 a romantic headcanon:

Simón is the most romantic guy ever, big gestures, serenades with original songs, home cooked candle lit dinners, picnics on the beach, stargazing on the countryside, the works

Nina is a shy little thing, but she’s also a poet at heart, so she’ll say the most beautiful things in private, she also loves to hold hands while out together, not only because she’s very physically affectionate and touch starved but also because it keeps her grounded, and she loves to fall asleep cuddling too

Gastón is more of a personal gestures kind of guy, his demonstrations are very specific to them and their relationship

Ámbar is a very protective girlfriend, she will go to battle with anyone who breathes something mean about her boyfriend, and her smiles, seeing her smiling is a luxury, a privilege, if she smiles at you, you are blessed, and if you wipe that smile off her face, there’ll be hell to pay

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them:

For Simón, probably when his grandma, the one who helped raise him, his siblings and all his cousins, died, he was on tour when he got the news, it was awful

For Nina it wasn’t a specific moment, but the year before her parents got divorced, they were at the height of their marital problems, every day she came home to a fight, true nightmare material

For Gastón, I’d say it was when he got the news of Matteo’s accident from his father, he was heartbroken, not only that he couldn’t do anything because he couldn’t just drop his studies to go back home and because of the distance, but also because none of their friends had thought to tell him that his brother was in the hospital

For Ámbar it was definitely her first skating showcase/competition, when she saw that Sharon wasn’t on the stands, cheering her on

😇 a headcanon about their religion or lack thereof:

Simón was raised catholic, church every week and stuff, but he never really cared about that stuff, preferring to enjoy the life he has

Nina is a science and facts kind of girl, but she can appreciate all the art that came from the church and loves studying every religion she can get her

Gastón wasn’t raised particularly religion, and is a known atheist, but he loves visiting churches to see the architecture and history of it all

Ámbar has some bad memories of forcibly being taken to church because Sharon thought it was a good look to raise her christian

💔 An angsty headcanon:

Simón bakes a cake with her recipe and puts a candle on it to blow it out and sings the song she used to sing to him, every year on his grandmother’s birthday

Nina volunteers at a troubled youth shelter that she lived in for a few weeks when she was younger, and once she sees a young girl who’s parents’ divorce had gotten so bad, she ran away, just like she had done once, after she got home, she cried and cried until she couldn’t anymore

Gastón freaks out every time he sees an unknown number calling him because that’s how he found out his best friend almost died

Ámbar can’t brush her hair without thinking of everything her mother did to her and how she’ll never get her innocence back and then she cries

🧬 a headcanon about their family:

Simón has 6 siblings, three older, three younger, one is 35, one is 27, one is just a year older than him, one is 17, one is 13 and the youngest is 10, by the time the show begins

Both Ricardo and Ana were only children so Nina doesn’t have cousins which made her bad childhood all the more awful

I already talked about how Gastón’s mom, Catalina, is a lawmaker and his dad, Julio, is a baker, but what I didn’t mention is his little sister, Sofia, who is 6 and is the sassiest little thing anyone’s ever seen (she’s Matteo’s favorite)

Thinking about family headcanons for Ámbar is hard because her family situation is already pretty clear in the show, and I’m not a big fan of next gen stuff, but I think she, together with Simón, Luna and later Ramiro, after they get married, makes the mansion into a foster home

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Soy Sol: Chapter 15 (Close to Fingertips)

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The competition is only a week away and the gang are intensely practicing for the upcoming finale. Luckily, Emilia had arrived just in time from her flight from Cancun. She has been playing a big help in advancing the team’s skill of skating. Matteo had been giving Luna her time away, but they haven’t stopped stealing glances from each other. Matteo wishes it was as easy as just going up to her and making things back to normal. He still feels hope that they will get back together since she hasn’t ever taken off her strawberry and moon necklace that Matteo had gifted Luna a long time ago.

Everything seems to be going according to plan. Simón, Nico, and Yam have finalized the way they’ll perform with the new song. When everyone takes a break, Luna rollers to Nina. “You all were amazing out there,” Nina compliments Luna.

“Thanks! Yeah, the choreography is coming out very nicely,” Luna responds. “Yep, I also saw some wondering eyes between two love birds.” Luna gives Nina ‘that’ look of annoyance. “What? I’m not saying anyone in particular, it’s just I can totally tell that you guys still have feelings for each other.”

Emilia and Ámbar head over beside Luna. “Wow can’t believe all that happened and you two are now sisters,” Emilia chuckles. “Yep, we’ve had crazy lives, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love having this dork around,” Ámbar jokingly hits Luna in the shoulder. “So how has life been for you, oh and is Benicio still your boyfriend?” Luna asks. “Was. He was my boyfriend. I broke up with him when I couldn’t tolerate him anymore. I decided to take time for myself to discover more who I am and what I really like. Eventually, in my period of being alone I found a girlfriend. I realized that I only like girls. Her name is Patty. She’s a darling.” Ámbar and Luna stare at each other with excitement. “Wow Emilia, that’s exciting, also I bet my whole wallet Patty is way, like way better than Benicio. No one can put up with that man,” Luna mentions. “Oh, you’re absolutely right hahaha. I feel much freer and happier getting to also spend some time with my family while I attend my last year of university and skate in my free time,” Emilia tells the gang.

“Emilia I just want to say thank you so much for coming to the rescue for us. This place means the most to us all and you being a part of saving it with us truly means a lot,” Ámbar acknowledged. “Of course. Anything for my cute soon - to - be - wife friend and my freaky moon girl,” Emilia joked.

Rodeo Bay Studios

As Matteo walks out of the office, he sees a familiar face walk by. He could’ve sworn he’s seen this girl from one of Jazmín’s videos online. “Bia? Aren’t you that girl who makes those videos for the Fundom,” Matteo asks. The girl with long brunette hair stops in her tracks. “Yes, I am, and I don’t think we’ve met,” Bia takes out her hand towards Matteo. “Oh yes sorry I’m Matteo. I’ve seen all of your videos. My friends Jazmín and Delfi work with you guys and the Fundom so that’s how I know and seen you guys’ videos. They’re all awesome,” Matteo marvels.

“Aw that’s sweet! I really appreciate the nice comments and my friends will too especially them knowing it’s coming from the one and only Matteo Balsano. We loved your Alla Voy album,” Bia compliments. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

Bia sees Matteo’s grin slowly turn to a frown when he sees a vase of sunflowers on the table. “What’s the matter?”

“Sorry it’s just sunflowers are Luna’s favorite flowers since they’re yellow which is also her favorite color. I feel like wherever I go, I can’t stop thinking about her. Everything reminds me of her,” Matteo confesses. “Ah I see, is that your crush,” Bia questions.

“She’s more than that for me. We’ve had a long history and past. We recently broke up and she forgave me but doesn’t feel ready for a relationship. I’ve been giving her some time but some part of me feels like she’ll never want to get back together with me,” Matteo explains. “You should tell this to her. Be open about what’s been going on and how you feel about her. Tell her you don’t want to wait anymore. It’s important to have communication on both sides. You’ll never know how she feels unless you tell her first. She would appreciate the effort. Sometimes the little things are what count the most,” Bia advised.

“Thank you, you’re right I should tell her how I feel. It’s the only way things will be clear. Sorry to bombard you by the way, with my problems,” Matteo apologizes. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Getting to talk here with you helped getting my mind off of everything going on with the Moondust contracts,” Bia giggles. Matteo waves bye to Bia and heads out of the place.

Luna enters the cafeteria with Nina and Gastón carrying their luggage. “Luggage, what’s that for?” Luna chuckles. “Luna, you haven’t heard, the competition will be held in Italy,” Nina explained. “What? I didn’t know? No one told me this information,” Luna begins to frantically check her phone. “It’s okay Luna you still have a few hours to pack your bags, Gastón and I always plan ahead and prepare early. Don’t worry I’ll help you.” Luna and Nina dash out of the Jam and Roller and head to the Benson/Valente Mansion.

Matteo enters the Jam and Roller with his luggage in his hands and heads straight to Gastón. “Wow amigo I’m shocked you packed early. Ayyy we’re now even bag buddies!” Gastón and Matteo chuckle while giving each other a side hug. “So, have you seen Luna anywhere? I have something important to tell her.”

“No, she just left with Nina. They’re planning to pack her bags since she didn’t know Italy was the competition’s location,” Gastón elaborates. “I’m happy that I get to see my family again. I miss them a lot but I’m worried there’s a chance Luna may not see my family since she’s still upset at me. I’m planning to tell her the truth and confess my feelings for her. That’s the only way I’ll be able to lift the weight off my shoulders,” Matteo whispers.

“I think it’s a great idea, but I don’t think you should tell her now. She’s already very tense with the competition and is even forgetting stuff too,” Gastón advised. “Oh, you know how Lunita is, always clumsy and forgetful! Now guys here is the Jam and Roller before we leave. Everyone is extremely nervous and stressed about the competition coming up, isn’t it all so exciting!” Jazmin exclaims while filming all around.

Delfi walks to where Jazmín is. “Jazmin shouldn’t you be packing your bags too,” she remarked. “Oh yes that’s right!” Jazmín shoves Delfi the tablet while it’s still filming. Delfi faces it to her and says, “I guess ‘Lunita’ is not the only one forgetting things today.”

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The Most Perfect Proposal Chapter 4 (LUTTEO)

CHAPTER ONE     CHAPTER TWO    CHAPTER THREE   Ao3 

Matteo paced the floor of the locker room at the Jam and Roller. It was nearing eight, the roller rink closed for the night but nowhere close to being empty. Final preparations were being made around the rink. Pedro was testing the music in the sound system. Jim and Yam were going to each of the friends making sure the outfits were perfect. Delphi and Jazmín were arguing over camera settings.

Gastón and Simón walked into Matteo muttering the words to the song to himself.

“Matteo, you are going to wear a path into the floor if you keep pacing like that,” Simón laughed. Matteo looked up at his accomplices.

“Is everything ready?” he asked them.

Gastón pulled out his phone, looking at the extensive list they had made. Matteo wanted every part to be planned.

“Let’s see. Simón , is the place decorated?”

“Check,” responded Simón .

“Everyone is dressed like they are going to a dang gala?”

“Check.”

“Song is queued up?”

“Check.”

“ Jazmín  has the camera ready?”

“Check.”

“Ring?”

Simón started to pat down his pockets and Matteo looked at him with wide eyes. Simón started to laugh.

“I’m kidding, I have it here.” He held up the little black box. “And I promise I will not let it out of my hands.”

Matteo sighed. “Don’t do that to me Simón , I think I might have a heart attack, I am so nervous.”

Gastón patted his shoulder. “Matteo, you have been dating Luna for years. You know that she is going to say yes.”

“Still, I am more anxious right now than I have ever been in my life. I’ve performed a hundred times and nothing compares to the nerves I have at asking Luna to marry me.”

“Trust me, I know the feeling,” Simón said, “But it will be perfect. We have worked so hard.”

The three thought of all the work they have been doing the past two months to prep for this moment. They had to bring all of their friends into their confidence to pull off this show. There were secret practice sessions, having to lie to the girls to cover up where they were going, not to mention the bill it cost to pull this whole thing off. But nothing was too much for Luna.  

A phone buzzed and Símon checked what it said. “ Ambár says that they just asked for the check. I am going to guess we have about 15 minutes. Vamos Matteo, get your skates on so we can mic you up!”

Matteo sat down, pulling on his skates. They looked a little out of place against his formal outfit, but he knew Luna would appreciate him wearing them.  She had, afterall, designed them.

Matteo smiled at the memory of how excited Luna was for weeks before his birthday. Luna was terrible at keeping secrets, and he knew that she was hiding something. She would slam her laptop shut when he would go by or quickly change the topic of her and Nina’s conversation when he walked in the room. It was amusing for him to watch her try to be secretive, yet he had no clue how special his present was until he opened it first thing that morning on his birthday.

They were white skates with black wheels and laces. On the side was doodles that Luna herself had drawn. Some of the highlights were a strawberry, a moon, and a heart with a L + M inside them.

“I present you with a Luna Valente original, one of a kind design. Each drawing hand drawn by your loving girlfriend.” She looked at him with her big doe eyes. “Do you like them Matteo?”

He was in shock as he stared at the skates. “Luna, this is the best gift I have ever gotten,” he said, “How am I ever supposed to wear them, I don’t want to ruin them.”

“Oh you are so going to wear them,” Luna  had said, “Because I'm making you design a similar pair  for me in pink and it’s going to be super cute.”

Matteo double checked that Luna’s skates were in her locker, taking one out to look at the doodles on them.  It took him an entire week to draw the design for her pink skates. He was not the best at drawing, but Luna had cried when the package arrived anyways, exclaiming that they were perfect.

“They are on their way!” Simón said, holding up his phone and snapping Matteo out of his thoughts. “We got to get everyone into their places!”

Gastón set his hand on Matteo’s shoulder.

“Ready?” his friend asked.

Matteo smiled, the memory of Luna in his mind.

“Definitely.”

……

Luna had been surprised that Ambár had wanted to go to such a fancy restaurant with her and Nina on a random Friday night. But Ambár had made the excellent point that they didn’t need a special occasion to dress up nice and go out with just the girls. Ambár had even come over to pre-approve Luna's dress. Apparently she did not care what Nina was wearing.

It was a nice meal, a little expensive but Ambár said it was on her. During dinner, Ambár’s ring kept sparkling to catch Luna’s eye. It was a few weeks ago that Simón had told Luna that he was going to propose to Ambár . Ambár told all the girls a few days later every detail of the proposal and Luna couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Luna had been waiting a very long time for Matteo to propose to her. They had talked about getting married a few times. Just small conversations while they were laying in bed on Sunday mornings, dreaming about what their wedding would look like.  But Luna’s happiness for Simón and Ambár was genuine and she tried to squash the envy down and let Ambár have her moment.

As the three girls walked out of the restaurant and to the car,  Ambár looked at her phone and groaned.

“I am so sorry girls, but do you mind if we stop by the roller rink before we bring you home. I have to pick up some paperwork.”

“Of course not,” Luna replied, Nina agreeing.

The driver drove them up in front of the building. Ambár opened the door and then paused when she noticed Luna was not moving.

“Uhm do you mind coming in with me? Nina you too.” Ambár asked.

“Won’t it only take a minute?” Luna asked, “We can wait here, right Nina?”

“No I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Just come!” Ambár snapped. “Please!”

Luna exchanged a confused look with Nina before unbuckling her seatbelt.

Ambár unlocked the front door, opening it so Luna could walk in first. Luna walked in to see Jazmín standing in front of them, holding Luna’s skates in one hand and a camera in the other.

“What is happening?” Luna asked, she looked at Nina and Ambár for help.

Nina shook her head, not a clue what was happening. Ambár held her hands up.

“I was told two things. Make sure you look good and bring you here after dinner.”

Jazmín handed Luna her skates and gave a little squeal. “This is so exciting! Put these on. You are going to need them.”

Luna sat on a chair and carefully laced them up.

“ Jazmín , what is going on?”

Jazmín smiled but pretended to zip her lips. “I am not going to spoil anything! Here let me help you.”

Jazmín pulled Luna up to her feet, still recording with the camera. She took Luna’s hand and started to pull her along to the rink.

“Alright, Luna is going first. Nina and Ambár you can sit in the bleachers please.”

Luna was shaking from the buzz of anticipation as let Jazmín lead her towards the rink. Her mind was spinning too fast to try and solve the mystery of what was happening.

It was pitch black when Jazmín led her to the edge of the rink and let go of her hand. “Stay there,” Jazmín s said, leaving Luna standing by herself .

Music started to play from unseen places and someone started to sing. Although she could not see, Luna knew that voice from the first note. It was the voice that was in her mind every minute of everyday.

“ That first night we were standin at your door, fumbling for your keys and I kiss you.”

A spotlight illuminated the middle of the floor, and there he was, her Matteo, standing in a white tux with his hand in his pockets.

“Ask me if I wanna come inside cause we don’t wanna end the night”

He skated towards her, his hand outstretched.

“Then you took my hand and I followed you.”

She reached out and took it, her fingers holding on to his, her heart beating faster. He pulled her into an impromptu routine, her laughing as he twirled her around as he sang.

“And I see us in black and white, crystal clear on a starlight night. In all your gorgeous colors, I promise that I love you for the rest of my life. See you standin in your dress, swearin in front of all our friends there’ll never be another I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

He pulled her out to the middle of the floor, and then let go. Pink lights came on and danced around the room, leaving her in awe as he skated circles around her.

Now we’re sitting here in your livin room. Tellin stories while we share a drink or two. And there’s a vision I’ve been holding in my mind, we’re sixty-five and you asked when did you first know, I always knew.”

The lights came on around them, and out came others on rollerskates. Luna covered her mouth, smiling but tears threatening her eyes as the voices came into unison with Matteo’s. A choreographed was playing out in front of her.

“ And I see us in black and white, crystal clear on a starlight night. In all your gorgeous colors, I promise that I love you for the rest of my life.”

Although the dancers were her friends, Luna could not focus on them. All of her headspace was dedicated to Matteo.  He was gazing at her and he moved like he didn’t even have to think of the steps.

“See you standin in your dress, swearin in front of all our friends there’ll never be another I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

He came up and kissed her hands on that line, before pulling away and belting.

“And I want the world to witness when we finally say I do. It’s the way you love, I gotta give back to you.

He winked at her, as he skated backwards to the rhythm of the music.

“And I can’t promise you picket fences or sunny afternoons.

Luna didn’t notice that Simón had skated behind Matteo, handing off a tiny black box that Matteo slipped into his suit jacket pocket.

“But at night when I close my eyes.”

The music slowed and started to fade out and Matteo skated towards her again, grabbing her hands in his, admiring his girl through crystal clear eyes.

I see us in black and white, crystal clear on a starlit night. There’ll never be another.”

He bent down on one knee. Luna gasped, her heart beating out of her chest.

I promise that I’ll love you.

“Luna Valente,” Matteo said, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I cannot imagine how boring life would have been if you hadn’t run into me that day in Cancun. I want to spend every moment of every day for the rest of my life with you.” .  

Matteo reached into his pocket, pulling out the ring box and opening it. Luna’s hand went over her mouth as she saw the ring.

Nestled in the velvet cushion was a rose  gold ring with a sun around the center diamond and two moons adorning the sides.

“Luna Valente. Will you marry me?”

Luna had her arms around him before he even finished the words. She almost knocked the box out of his hand.

“ Si!”

The room erupted into cheers as they kissed. Luna was crying as she held onto him, unwilling to stop kissing him. It was such a long kiss that Símon shouted, “Put it on her finger!”

They parted and Luna saw that Matteo also had tears running down his cheek but the biggest smile on his face. Matteo pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger.

They kissed one more time before their friends tackled them into hugs. Luna showed off her ring to the girls. They awed over how fitting it was for her.

Simón  and Gastón skated over and hugged Matteo.

“That was a success if I were to say so,” Gastón said.

“Completely,” Matteo grinned, then lowered his voice. “Two down, one more to go.”

Gastón paled a little and Matteo laughed, clapping his shoulder. “Don’t worry hermano, so far the success rate is 100%”

Matteo skated back over to Luna, wrapping his arms around the back of her.

“I love you so much Luna,” he said into her hair. Luna turned her body around to face him in his arms.

“And I love you Matteo,” Luna smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “How did you do this? ”

“Mmm I can not reveal my secrets,” Matteo grinned.

“Please.”

Matteo shook his head and kissed her on the nose. “Not going to happen chica. Now what do you say about going for a late night skate through the park and leaving everyone else to clean up?”

Luna grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with him.

The two snuck away from their friends, seen only by Nina and Gastón .

“That was really sweet,” Nina said to her novio, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Did you help set that up?”

“Of course,” Gastón replied. “Did you like it?”

“Si, very much.”

Gastón kissed her hair, silently anticipating the upcoming day where he would get to do the same for Nina.

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Fic day 6: All You Had To Do Was Save Me

So this is part 2 of my Gastina fic of day 3. I liked this part more than the other but I still don’t like it as much. That’s all I’m going to say because I’m exhausted.

Prompt:  “Take my hand.” –“No.” “Look I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life.”

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It’s been a few weeks since Gastón and Nina talked and Nina was still on the fence about agreeing to Gastón’s suggestion but she couldn’t deny that she missed him. Not that she could have denied it before, that much was obvious when she got together with Eric and tried to feel something that wasn’t there so they didn’t last much longer after that. He quit soon after and she felt guilty to know that it was a relief to her. She hated to see him sad after she told him she’s not over her ex.

She hasn’t told Luna about her reunion, she still needed to wrap her own head around it and she wasn’t ready to talk about it to anyone yet. One part loved how he seemed to be willing to do everything he could to get a second chance but another part was mad that he didn’t fight harder for her when he was abroad and how long it took for him to ask her for forgiveness. She does have to admit that it was partly her fault too that they broke up. She could have tried harder but they both seemed too stuck in their own heads to really talk about other possible decisions they could have made.

She wanted to make a decision soon because she couldn’t take all the doubt she felt. After another long day of studying, she decided to take a walk in the park to clear her head. It was a sunny day and she decided to enjoy it as much as she could.

Gastón was over at Matteo’s today. They’ve been hanging out a lot ever since he got back. They missed each other and they tried to catch up as much as they could. They had fun but Gastón couldn’t hide the sadness and disappointment he felt for the past few weeks. Ever since he left, me missed Nina but he seemed to miss Nina even more now that he knows how close she really is, there’s no physical distance between them and he slowly started to realize that the physical distance they had during their relationship when he was at Oxford doesn’t even come close to how painful the emotional distance between them is.

Of course his best friend noticed and tried to cheer him up however he could but it wasn’t easy because it was up to Nina as to how their relationship would go from here. He wanted to give her all the space she needed, even though it was hard for him. It was the least he could do, he said what he wanted to say and he couldn’t force anything on her. She needed to want the same thing as he did and he was scared that she didn’t even want to talk to him again but he still kept on hoping.

After discussing new skating tricks and watching movies together, Matteo had to meet up with his girlfriend and Gastón suddenly didn’t know what to do anymore. After contemplating for a long time, he decided to go out and skate in the park. He had to find something to keep his mind off his ex-girlfriend.

After skating around in a park for a while, he spotted someone he wished to see but didn’t expect at all. It was Nina, she was alone, she only seemed to take a walk. His legs were faster than his brain and without thinking, he skated towards her. He knew he needed to give her space but he really wanted to hear her voice and he’s not willing to give up as fast as he did last time. He wasn’t going to make that mistake twice.

“Hey, Nina” Gastón greeted behind her once he was in hearing distance.

She jumped up a little at the sudden voice. “Hey, Gastón” she felt a little embarrassed and tried to ignore the fact that her heart skipped a beat.

She wasn’t up to talking to him just yet but she didn’t want to be rude. She turned and waited until he stopped right in front of her.

“How are you?” he asked her, not wanting to end this conversation.

“I’m fine. How about you?” she looked up at him but regretted it soon after she saw the pain in his face when he realized she wasn’t as happy to see him as he was.

“I could be better” he said, hoping she’d catch the real meaning behind his words but if she did, she didn’t show it.

The meeting with Gastón was too overwhelming for her and she got nervous and she had the urge to run away from this. It was too soon but she knew she had to face the situation sometime.

But her survivor’s instinct seemed to have the upper hand here and she slowly backed down, not realizing there was a pond a few steps behind her.

The ground slipped from underneath her when she took a step too much and she started to panick. Gastón was taken out of his frozen state when he realized what was happening. He skated fast towards her and grabbed her hand before she could fall into the water. He was on one knee and he had grabbed her wrist when she let out a shriek.

Once she opened her eyes, she noticed how close she was to Gastón and let out another squeak. This day was just full of surprises and it gave her a whiplash.

When it was obvious she refused to take his hand, he took a deep breath and told her: “Take my hand.”

“No” she was stubborn and she knew it but she stopped thinking a while ago.

“Look I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life” he was getting a little irritated when she refused his help but he couldn’t lie and say she didn’t look cute, being stubborn like this. It’s not a trait he sees a lot with her.

Slowly, she grabbed his wrist as well and allowed him to pull her away from the water. Luckily, she didn’t actually fall into the water but she would have if he hadn’t taken her hand.

Their faces were very close now and they looked into each other’s eyes and the world slowed down around them. It was weird that even with the amount of time they spent apart, they still have this connection where the world stopped mattering once they took one look at the other.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, not willing to break their moment.

“I’m fine” she whispered as well, “Thanks to you.”

He allowed himself to smile at her. This moment right here felt so right and he wanted to keep having these moments with her. It’s one of the many things he missed about her.

“I’m just glad you didn’t fall into the water” they were still holding hands and with his free hand, he caressed her cheek lovingly, wanting to cherish this moment. It’s the closest he felt being to her in a long time.

Nina didn’t want to break the moment and that’s when she knew she wasn’t ready to give up on him just yet. She knew they had a long way to go but that didn’t matter, she was ready to fight this time. No matter how hard it was going to get, she would be there because she was sure now that he would do the same thing.

“Yes” Nina said.

Gastón frowned when he heard her speak, he didn’t understand what she meant so he asked: “What are you talking about?”

“I’m saying yes, Gastón, I want to try this again.”

Gastón’s eyes widened but the smile on his face remained, it even got a little wider. “Really?”

“Yes, but let’s start slow” she warned. She wasn’t ready to jump into another relationship with him just yet. There was too much left to figure out before they could really work as a couple again.

“Okay, whatever you want, I’ll take it” he was getting excited, “All that matters is that you want to try again and I promise you that it’s going to be different this time.”

“I sure hope so” she mumbled but he heard her and he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

They were going to be okay, that much he knew and he couldn’t wait until the day came where he can call her his girlfriend again and building a future with her.

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masters of the scene

I know it’s been like, a century, but better late than never amirite? Happy birthday to this fic and thank you to everyone who’s still reading it. I love you all. 

I re-read it twice but honestly this probs has as many mistakes as if I hadn’t lmao. In case you don’t remember / have missed a part:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 + 6.5 | 7 | 8 | (this one will be considered 9.3 since there’s two more parts to be posted)

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AU: Matteo Balsano is a famous singer who has been crushing on this one girl he saw every day behind a window many years ago, back when he first started recording his debut album and inspired his first big hit, Princesa. Luna Valente, professional Olympic skater turned actress is at a local (and very popular) talk show to promote her breakout movie. This is where it all starts.

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When someone mentioned the words bachelorette party, Luna pictured women enjoying themselves, lots of bottles of alcohol, games that are fun after five drinks, and maybe a stripper or two. She, definitely, didn’t imagine herself in a corner, scared of facing the bride’s tantrum. No joke here, she’d seen Yam’s cousin crossing herself before she informed her they’d gotten the tablecloths they’d ordered for the wedding, a silent prayer to keep the already stressed bride calm. But, of course, the universe hated them and decided whoever oversaw the cloths, to pick the ‘wrong’ shade of red.

“I specifically asked for cadmium red, not this cheap ass lipstick red! Are you so fucking blind you can’t distinguish from two different colors? How can you be this incompetent?” She saw most of the people flinch at Yam’s tone; Luna felt for them, she too wanted to be anywhere else. “They are different colors! If you can’t tell one from the other why would you even offer them in your catalogue?!” As Yam continued to yell, Luna saw her friend’s mom apologizing for her daughter’s outburst, offering everyone another round of drinks, before dragging the blonde to another room to continue her call.  Jim sighed tiredly – poor girl had had to endure her best friend’s moods far longer than anyone in the room- slipping her margarita to Nina’s hand – not before emptying it all in a gulp-, as she hurriedly left to follow the screams.

“If I ever become this level of bridezilla, please slap my face with the tablecloth.” Luna told Nina, sipping on her mojito, silently laughing when they heard Yam cursing someone once more.

“Only if you return the favor.” Her best friend proposed, offering her glass of water to her, her duty as DD kept her alcohol free for the evening.

She happily clicked her glass with hers, sealing the deal. After both had sipped on them, Luna spoke again, “time really flew by. I still remember the day Yam came to lunch waving her hand on our faces because Ramiro had proposed, and now…” she sighed.

“She’s only days away from spending the rest of her life with the guy she loves...”

Luna snorted. “Or having a heart attack because another insignificant detail got messed up, whichever happens first.” Nina laughs with her for a moment, sipping the last of her drink before changing the subject.

“How’s the roller coming along?” her friend asks, as if she hadn’t spent most of the last three months inside the building with her.  

“Slow. Tiring. Hopefully great, though.”

“Still going over paperwork?”

She sighed, “yeah. Who knew buying a building and reconstructing it to open a skating rink was so laborious?”

Nina offered her a reassuring smile, extending her hand to squeeze hers in support. “You’re doing more than great, L. Soon your dreams will be a reality and all this work will be worth it.”

“I know, I know. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck, though.” Her best friend laughed.

“Don’t pretend you’re not the one who insisted on reviewing everything and every little step, Luna. You could have easily left it to your trusty lawyer and architect, but you didn’t and here you are now.”

Luna huffed out, “excuse me for wanting to make sure everything is perfect.” She knew Nina was only kidding, so she tried to make it sound like a joke; even if she only half-meant it. You couldn’t half-ass a business, you just couldn’t; not unless your goal with it was to end up broke and deep in debt.

“And it will be. It might take time, but it will.” Nina said reassuringly, not an ounce of hesitance in her voice.

“Thank you, N.” She sipped her mojito once more, “now, will you tell me what’s bothering you? You’ve been playing with your necklace since we got here, and I doubt it’s because of Yam getting on your nerves.” Then again, Luna at least had alcohol to sooth the yelling and bear the ridiculous games, Nina’s soberness surely was playing against her.

“I’ve got something to tell you and I’m not sure how you’re going to react, and  I don’t want you to get mad at me, so…”

“So you’re choosing not to tell me?” she frowned. She hated when people did that; after all, if they gave her a head up beforehand, she’d save herself the unpleasures of being surprised.

“No, no. I just- well I just wasn’t sure how to tell you. It’s kinda… it’s to do with a certain someone.”   Oh.

Oh.

While Luna didn’t choose to avoid having Matteo as a topic of conversation, she purposefully didn’t bring him up, so, neither did Nina. Until now, apparently.

The fiasco at his apartment had been left unspoken after her plans with the Roller started to pan out. Partly because she didn’t have enough free time to do dwell on it, and partly because she still cringed whenever she reminded herself of what had happened with him. She’d still kept up with him through Delfi’s offhanded comments on their ‘lessons’, and – embarrassingly enough- through a couple magazines there and there. Not that she believed anything they’d written about him; she highly doubted he’d brought three lions to exhibit at a party in his apartment.

Point was, even if she didn’t particularly have the lady balls to talk to him again and call a truce, she still cared enough to make sure he was somewhat okay.

“Matteo isn’t Voldemort, Nina, you can say his name out loud and nothing will happen.” Nina gave her a sheepish smile.

“I know, but since we haven’t talked about him in a while I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a problem.”

“Well, it isn’t, so you can say whatever you have to.” Luna urged her, sipping her drink once more, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“So, you know how I said I’d asked Eric to be my date for the wedding?”

“Yeah, but then you said his grandma broke her hip, or something, and he cancelled on you.” She frowned, “did you ask Matteo to be your date?” Luna didn’t try to hide her surprise. Had her best friend reached out to him? Became close friends and didn’t tell her?

“No! No, no, no! I would never do that to you! I asked Gastón. You know, his best friend? We’ve talked from time to time and since I didn’t want to stay glued to Yam’s cousin more than necessary, I asked him if he could come. He said yes.”

Now she was confused. “Okay… is Matteo coming? Or why were you worried I’d react badly?”

“You’re not mad?” Nina asked timidly, as if she’d explode on her for this.

“No! Why would I? Matteo and I’s disaster is that – ours-, you can be friends with his best friend and invite him wherever, N. To get mad at you for having friends would be ridiculous; just like you thinking I’d get mad at you for this.”  

“Better safe than sorry, no?” Luna shook her head, letting out a small chuckle. Nina spoke again, “and the answer is no.” At her confused expression, she clarified, “he’s not coming. At least, I don’t think he is, neither Yam or Ramiro are in his circle, and you know Yam would tell you if she had invited him.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Their conversation was cut as Yam, her mom, and Jim entered the room once again. The bride significantly happier, and her companions a lot more relieved.

The moment Yam’s words left her lips, she was glad she was on her third mojito.

“Who’s up for a round of ‘Pin The Macho on the Man’?!”

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               Welcome to a whole new JaJazmin! I’m your host, the beautiful, incredible, gorgeous, amazing… Jazmín Carbajal-Gorjesi! Thank you, yes, thanks, I know all of you love me but let’s save some love for our guest tonight, alright?  She’s beauty, she’s grace, she could break your face in roller skating! Please welcome Olympic Medalist, and the star of your favorite sports movie, SHATTERED WINGS, the one, the only, the best of the bestest: SOL BENSON!-  

-          Thank you! What a lovely welcome, Jazmín, thank you for having me again.

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You’re very wel-… I mean, it’s an honor to have you back. But tell me, please, how’s retired life treating you?

                                It’s been pretty calm, really, which I think is what retirement is all about (*chuckles*), and like I’ve said, I never meant to leave the skating rink permanently, I’m just not competing anymore. I’ve achieved everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m happy with how everything ended.

                  The days following your statement must have been crazy, weren’t they?

Yeah, a little. I never talked about my plans, or early retirement, so it’s partly my fault for dropping this on my fans so suddenly, whom I apologize to for hurting them with the news. They’ve been there for me in every step of the way, and I hope they continue with me for what’s to come.

               We’ll talk about that in a minute, but I have to ask - and I hope you don’t mind-, your name wasn’t the only one that resounded when the news hit.

Mmhmm.

               Correct me if I’m wrong but many people… concluded your decision wasn’t at all about you reaching your dreams and being done with competing. They assumed your rumored boyfriend – Matteo Balsano, for those who don’t know-, had asked you to quit for one reason or another.

Crazy, isn’t it? I worked, sweated and bled on my dreams for over a decade… you’d think that hard work would get more recognition without a rumored fling butting in.

               I’m sorry.

Don’t be. I want to make it clear though, that Matteo and I were never anything but friends. He’s a great guy, one of the best I’ve ever met, but we were nothing except platonic.

               There you have it folks: Soltteo were a no. What a shame for every of us who were rooting for you two…

(*chuckles*) Sorry to disappoint. But hey, at least a lucky girl can still get his heart.

               Think you can hook them up with him?

Uh…

(*laughs*) I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Moving on, though, what’s next for Sol Benson? Got any plans yet?

Well-

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“What are you watching?” His best friend flopped down on the bed next to him, grimacing as soon as he saw what was on the screen of his TV. “Again? This is what, the millionth time?”

“The re-run was on.” Matteo shrugged it off, dismissing its importance.  

“And you decided to watch it just because? You gotta stop this masochism, dude. It’s been three months, if you miss her so much-”

“It’s not like that, and you know it.” He didn’t miss her exactly.  After all, he didn’t have the chance to get to know her enough to do so. It was more of him occasionally wishing he had the guts to pick up his phone and apologize again until things weren’t… weird between them. Luna running away from him had left him with a permanent needle pinching his heart, and he was sure it wouldn’t leave until they resolved their… issue.

“Do you know that, though? ‘Cause honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had her words memorized by now.” Matteo turned the TV off, just as Luna initiated a round of quick questions with Jazmín, shaking his head at his best friend, whom had taken the liberty to spread out on his bed.

“Sorry to disappoint.” He huffed.

Gastón let out a sigh, as if he was tired of his denial. Which, in all fairness, so was he. “Are you in one of your weird moods? These short answers are kind of annoying, I want to talk to my best friend and feel like he’s actually here.”

“I’m sorry, my mind is just all over the place.” He offered him a smile, hoping Gastón could hear the sincerity in his voice. Matteo wasn’t giving him an attitude on purpose, he knew he was worried about him.  “And before you even ask, no, this isn’t about Luna. Delfi called me; my label wants to hear the songs I have so far. I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Why? I’ve heard some of them there and there, it’s sounding great, dude. I would even dare to say it’s your best so far. If anything, they should be nervous, they won’t know what hit them.”  

“Thanks, bro. But you know it’s different this time. A lot more… personal.” Out of all his albums, this one had to be the rawest. He wasn’t holding anything out this time, he wasn’t telling half-truths or hypothetic scenarios; whatever he was feeling, he wrote. He poured every single emotion into them. And it left him exposed, his heart naked to anyone who were listening.

He wasn’t playing it safe, dismissing the formula that had gave him a name in the industry. Now, his true self was on the spotlight, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit it scared him.

“I’m telling you, they’d be crazy to reject them. I’ll pay for them to get checked by a doctor if they as little as insinuate it’s not the best thing they’ve heard in all their careers.” He had to laugh at this.

“Now I know it’s your bias talking.”

“Hey, I might be your best friend, but I’m not deaf, and I happen to have an excellent ear and taste for music.”

“Says the ABBA fan.”

Gastón gasped dramatically, sitting up quickly as he took his right hand to his heart. “How dare you! They’re amazing, and happen to have great, iconic songs! Here I am, bolstering you, like the great friend I am, and you dare to insult me and the greatest Swedish band of all time. Shame. On. You.”

Matteo threw him an amused look in return. “Well, consider me thankful. Anyways, did you want to tell me something?”

“What do you mean?”

Matteo arched his brows, as if it weren’t obvious. “You mean to tell me you just came into my room to ask me what I was watching on TV?”

“Uh, yeah?” When he gave him an ‘I don’t believe you for a second’ look, Gastón shrugged sheepishly. “Okay so I might have some news.” Matteo motioned for him to continue, “you know Ramiro Ponce and Yam Sánchez, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well they’re getting married this weekend, and Nina invited me as her plus one. Her supposed date cancelled on her and since the groomsman that’s supposed to walk the isle with her freaks her out, she asked me to cover for him, so he doesn’t attach to her after the ceremony.”

“Dating her now, are you?” He couldn’t help but to tease him, even if he knew they were merely platonic. “So, you’re going out this weekend, cool. I can manage to be alone one evening, you know.”  

“It’s not like that and you know it.” Gastón threw his words back at him. “I’m telling you this in case you want me to rely a message on a certain someone, or something.”

Why was he friends with him again? “Sure. Can you tell the happy couple I say, ‘congratulations on getting contractually bound to each other’ for me?”

Gastón looked surprised at first, but as soon as he finished hearing his answer, he put on a blank face. “Sure. Well, if you want me to rely anything else to anyone else, you know where to find me.”

“Mhmm.” After that, Gastón left his room, huffing what sounded like ‘stubborn idiot’, which he was sure were his words.

Mindlessly, Matteo turned his TV on again, switching from cable to scroll on Netflix as soon as he noticed JaJazmín had ended. He was about to put play on a random movie when his phone rang. The name displayed on the screen took him off guard.

“Hello?”

“What do you think of being my date to a wedding this Saturday?”

[huffletiika]

Hello, stranger.

GASTINA / UNIVERSITY AU

There’s a new app at the campus that allows you to chat with some other student it matches you with according to your hobbies and likes. Nina logs in this app to prove Luna wrong and ends up talking all night long with a very interesting stranger. Little she knows this guy is Gaston, her high school crush, who is also Matteo’s (Luna’s boyfriend) best friend.

So, this is it... this is the last chapter. It took me ages to finish this multi-chapter, and I’m sorry about that, but there have been many things happening in my life, and well... shit happens. This one is specially dedicated for the Gaston to my Nina @silveranchor ... I love you so much. I have an idea to write my version of season 3 with Gastina, but I would like you to tell me if you want it. I, of course, am going to keep writing Soy Luna fanfics, I don’t care if the show is over, so I’m still here with some content for those still interested.

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CHAPTER 12 - ABOUT SHOCKING REVELATIONS AND FRAMED POEMS

Shit, shit, shit!

With an apology that he should be receiving and not giving, he stormed out the lockers room, leaving his friend Ramiro standing there, looking at his back with confusion. The Chilean had the amazing idea of interrupting him and Nina right after she told him she was Felicity, when he was barely recovering from the shock caused by her revelation, just to tell him something about some skating exhibition he thought they should go together.

He wanted to kill him.

But then, after he spent several minutes trying to explain the other guy that they could talk later (or never) about that stupid competition, that he was doing something very important at the moment, he turned around to look for Nina and tell her to go talk somewhere else, and realized she wasn’t there anymore. Where did she go? What if she thought he wasn’t happy about her being Felicity? What if he couldn’t explain her that his reaction was only caused by shock and not disgust? He needed to find her.

With his attention focused on finding her, he couldn’t see the person standing on his way until it was too late and he crashed into her. “I’m sorry, I…” he started to form an apology, but then his eyes recognized her face, and he couldn’t help but show his annoyance. “May you move so I can…?” he sharply said, and then made a gesture to continue his path, but she took his arm and stopped his escape.

“Gastón, please,” his ex-girlfriend begged. “We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to talk with you, Delfina,” he replied, his eyes still wandering around the rink, looking for Nina. “And I’m a little bit busy right now, so…”

She interrupted him with an exasperated snort. “Could you please leave your stupid pride aside for just a minute, and listen to me?” she burst out. “I’m trying to apologize over here, do the things right, but you seem to be more interested in whatever you are looking for, instead of giving me the chance to tell you what I have to say,” she continued. “I told Pedro this was a bad idea, but of course I had to leave him convince me-“

“Pedro?” this time it was him who interrupted her. “The drummer of the Roller Band?” he asked, confused. What does he have to do with all of this? He couldn’t understand it. The guy was really nice, and he liked him very much, so thinking about them being close felt a little weird, like he entered into another dimension.

“Seriously? I’m telling you that I’m trying to apologize, and that’s all you catch from my words?” Delfina rolled her eyes, and sighed. “Yes, Pedro from the Roller Band. We are kind of dating,” she explained. “You know Simón is Ámbar’s boyfriend, and one day they had this amazing idea of organizing a double date, and I wasn’t very into it at first, but then I started talking with him and we… well, we somehow started to like each other, and, you know-,” she shook her head, like she couldn’t believe how much she had told him about her relationship with the other guy. “Anyway, we were talking the other day, and he told me that he understood why I did what I did, but that you deserved an apology, so that’s what I’m doing right now, but you seem to not care at all, and I just can’t believe I really thought it was a good idea,” she complained.

Gastón decided to stop looking for Nina, just for a while, and listen to what Delfi had to say.

“Ok, I’m listening,” he said, and she seemed to be shocked at first, but then nodded.

“Look, I was mad at you for being so… well, for overreacting and breaking up with me because of such stupid thing,” she started.

“Stupid thing?” Gastón couldn’t believe her.

“Okay, it wasn’t that stupid, but that’s what I thought at that moment,” she explained. “Look, I thought you wouldn’t like me if I was… you know, like I always was. And you were so excited about those things I could barely understand about, that I started to pretend I cared about them too, thinking that you would end up liking me so much you wouldn’t care about those little white lies I said…” He frowned at her, and she rolled her eyes. “I get it, they weren’t little white lies. I know that now,” she looked at him waiting for his response, and when he nodded, she took a deep breath. “I should have known you were right about being mad at me, and that with those things I said I would cause you a lot harm. I’m sorry about that, I really am, and just so you know I’ve told the people I know that those are all lies, so I hope those rumors fade away soon,” she concluded, looking at him with a pout.

Gastón decided that there was no need to stay mad at her, to keep holding hard feeling towards the girl he used to like, so he put his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re forgiven,” he said, smiling down at her.

Delfi smiled back.

“Good,” she said, with relief. “Anyway, I will leave you alone now, so go do whatever you were doing.”

Suddenly, he remembered he was looking for Nina before crashing into Delfi, and nodded. “Tell Pedro I said hi,” he said as farewell, and skated around the rink, trying to find the shy girl at the sea of people. But, she wasn’t there.

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After taking off his skates, he found Matteo and Luna at the couches of the cafeteria, sharing a milkshake and laughing about something, lost in their own personal bubble of happiness and cheesiness.

He approached them

“Hey, have you seen Nina?” Gastón asked at Luna, out of breath, and the girl frowned.

“I thought she was with you,” she said, with concern.

“She was,” he explained. “We were talking, and she told me the truth about felicity, but Ramiro came in and interrupted us.”

“What truth about Felicity?” Matteo asked, confused, but his girlfriend was too worried about her best friend to hear him. “And? Why did she leave?” she asked, reaching for her phone, and he shrugged.

“I don’t know, I looked for her after I got rid of Ramiro, but she was already gone,” he messed up his hair. “I searched for her all around the rink, but she is not there, and she isn’t here as well, and…” he led out a frustrated grunt.

“Ok, let me call her…” Luna dialed to her best friend, but it went to voicemail. “She might have turned it off,” she said.

“Is any of you going to explain me what’s going on?” Matteo asked again, as Gastón stood up and started to walk in circles. Luna sighed. “Nina is Felicity,” she explained him.

Matteo`s jaw dropped.

“Nina is Felicity?” he looked at Gastón. “Your Felicity?” he asked, and he nodded. “Oh my God, so you thought you were in love of two girls, but they were the same person? that’s awesome!” he celebrated, but then looked at Luna. “Wait, you knew about this and didn’t tell me? I told you everything about Gastón struggles, about how hurt he was, and you kept all this info for yourself…” He seemed to be mad, like he was going to start an argument with his girlfriend because of him, so Gastón intervened.  

“It wasn’t her secret to tell, Bro,” he said, and smiled at Luna. “You couldn’t give your best friend away, could you? she had to be the one to tell me the truth, and I understand that.” The girl nodded, looking at her boyfriend with concern, and he did the same. “You would have done the same for me,” he raised his eyebrows at the Italian, and he sighed.  

“Yeah, you are right,” Matteo kissed his girlfriend forehead. “I’m sorry,” he said, and she shook her head, and kissed his chin. “It’s okay,” she replied, with heart eyes.

Gastón had to clear his throat, or the couple would have started to make out right in front of him, with the intensity they were looking at each other, when he really needed them to help him. They glanced back at him, looking at him like they had just noticed he was still there, when it hadn’t been even a minute since they went into deep space.

“So… Nina…” he reminded them, and Luna seemed confused at first.

“Oh right, right! Well, she is not picking up her phone, let me see if she sent me any message,” she checked whatsapp, and jumped with excitement when she saw a message from her best friend, but then her happiness faded away as she read it. Gastón got very anxious. “She said she had to leave, that she told you the truth so she needed to be alone to think,” she explained him, and a resolution got into his head: he would go to her dormitory and tell her what he felt, he needed her to see that he was in love with her.

“Ok, perfect… then I will get a taxi and go to your dor-“

Luna interrupted him.

“She is not there,” she said, and he froze. He had already walked a couple of steps towards the exit. “Nina said she would spend the night with her dad.”

He hesitated for a second, but then nodded. Well, he didn’t expect to meet her parents in a while, but if that was the only way to talk to her that night, he would go to meet everyone in her family, even the dog, he just needed to do it.

“It’s ok, just give me his address…” he said, but Luna shook her head.

“I don’t know where her father lives,” she said, and both boys looked at her with confusion. Wasn’t her Nina’s best friend? She should know those things, both of them have spent so much time in each other parent’s houses that they have been unofficially adopted by the other’s families. Luna noticed their looks and sighed. “Her dad works in Miami,” she explained. “So, when he comes to Buenos Aires he stays in different places. If it’s just for a week or so he stays in a hotel, but when it’s longer, he rents some apartment. Sometimes he invites me to go have lunch with them, but I haven’t had time these days.”

Frustration took possession of him.

“So, that’s it? I can’t talk with her tonight? I will have to wait for other day?” he asked, and Luna shrugged. He already knew the answer to his questions.

-

He didn’t sleep, at all.

Every couple of minutes he rolled on his bed and looked for his phone at the nightstand, hoping she would turn her phone on, so he would get a notification to call her. But it didn’t happen, and when he walked through the campus to get to his own lectures, he was looking more like a zombie than an actual human being.

The coffee in his hand was his only hope to survive all day.

Gastón tried to call her again in the morning, but it went directly into the voicemail. He also tried to go to one of her morning classes, wait there for her to arrive, but she didn’t, and instead he had to endure having a conversation with that Xavi guy.

He deserved an award for being polite and not starting a discussion with said individual, even when with every word that came out of the Brazilian’s mouth his mood worsened.

He also called the moon-girl while waiting in line for his coffee, to know if Nina had called her or something, but she didn’t, and his concern increased.

His Economy lecture was the longest, and he almost fell asleep twice, but Ramiro got to keep him awake by giving him soft pushes with his knee every time his eyes closed. He would have thanked him, but it was all his fault in the first place, as everything would be fine if he hadn’t interrupted him and Nina at the lockers.

-

When he arrived home, Matteo was already there.

“Hey,” his best friend said, with a grin that was the complete opposite to the grimace that was his own face, and he knew his best friend enough to know what that meant.

“I guess you will be contemplating the moon tonight,” he replied, even if his mood wasn’t the best. The opportunity to make a pun can never be wasted. His best friend’s smile grew bigger, as he walked to the living room. “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he said, taking his coat from the armchair. “We are going to watch a movie, and then to have dinner,” he told him, while putting his keys and wallet into his pockets.

Gastón nodded, with a soft smile.

He could be feeling like shit, but he was glad for his best friend, he deserved to be happy with his girlfriend more than anyone.

“Hmm, by the way,” Matteo said, after crossing the front door, peeking inside with half his body outside. “There’s something waiting for you in your bedroom,” he winked, and then left the place, leaving him staring at the closed door with a confused expression.

Did his mom send him cupcakes again? His progenitor was learning how to bake, and so lately she had been sending boxes with her creations so he had something sweet to eat while studying for his exams. And, as thankful as he was about her doing that for him, he had to admit that baking wasn’t one of her strongest abilities. The other day, for example, he had to eat half-cooked cookies just to make her happy.

Now he knows why Matteo ran away so fast.

Before entering to his room, he took out his phone from his pocket, looking at it, his messages still un-read, his voicemail still empty. He sighed, and opened the door, with his eyes still fixed on the screen, opening the chat with Nina, and writing a short ‘please, pick up my calls’, before sending it. The tone of an incoming message rang at the room, but it wasn’t from his phone, so he looked up, his heart beating so fast it felt like he was having a heart attack.

She was there, sitting on his bed, with her phone on her hands, and a shy smile dancing on her lips. And, for the first time in his whole life, he was completely speechless.

Nina stood up.

“Hello, Stranger,” she said, unsure. “I- I’m Felicity, we… we have talked with each other through the campus app,” she explained, and he instantly knew what she was doing, so a soft smile appeared on his own lips. He was too startled to reply, tho. “I thought you deserved to know who I was, so I came here to talk with you,” she continued. “I mean, you weren’t here when I arrived, but your flat mate told me that it was okay if I wanted to wait for you in your bedroom.”

Gastón let out a soft giggle, and she did the same.

“I will have to talk with him about security,” he said, when he found his own voice. “I mean, nothing personal, but you could be some serial killer.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I could be that,” she said, blushing when he got too close. “Or, maybe I have a master plan to kidnap you and never let you go,” her voice became a whisper when his fingertips softly brushed her cheek.

“How evil,” Gastón replied, lifting her chin, making her look up at his eyes. “But I would let you do it,” he added, with a soft smile, and for a while there it seemed like she had forgotten how to speak. Or breathe. He held her face in between his hands, and stared at her eyes with devotion, feeling like those hours without knowing about her haven’t actually happened.

After a while, she sighed.

“Gastón, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lied to you, or left last night at the party, I just needed some time to think, to clear my head… I had never-”

“Shh… it’s ok,” he interrupted her, getting closer. “I know you were scared.” Putting their foreheads together, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to fill his lungs with her scent, to keep that moment forever with him. She put her hands over his and closed her eyes as well. “but I need you to understand that nothing has made me happier than knowing that Felicity and Nina were the same person, that I didn’t fall in love with two girls, but with two facets of the same amazing girl. That I’m in love with you, only you… all of you.”

For a while, they stayed in silence, with only the sound of their breaths filling the room, but then Nina opened her eyes, and with a light touch she asked him to do the same.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “Since the very beginning.”

They smiled at each other, just for brief time, before he bent down those millimeters required so their lips could finally meet.

It was a soft kiss, as sweet and tender as possible, he was afraid of going too fast and scare her off, so he was taking his time, enjoying the sweet taste of her lips like he had all the time in the universe to do so. He did. But then, her hands dive in his hair, pulling him closer, asking for more, so he let every measure behind and deepened the kiss, feeling like a million supernovas exploding inside his chest, like he had just found everything he could have only dreamed about before. He knew, since that very second, that he was the luckiest guy on planet earth, and the blindest, for not being able to see before that the love of his life was right in front of his eyes all this time.  

-

They were cuddling on his bed, her head resting on his chest, as he absently played with a lock of her hair. They were talking about everything and nothing at the same time, she told him about her crush on him when they were at school, and he told her about everything that came to his mind about those times, while stealing kisses, and keeping each other as close as possible.

He never wants to let her go.

But then, something in his room called her attention, and she fetched it from the library, having to get on top of him to achieve the task. He just smiled, knowing exactly what it was. “You actually framed it,” she said, showing him the poem, the one she sent him the night they met online.

“I told you I would,” he said, with a proud smile.

“Yes, but I thought… I thought you were joking,” she was sitting on his lap, looking down at him with the cutest surprised look, and he thought he just wanted to kiss her again.

“I would never joke about something like that,” he said, sitting up, putting his hands on her hips to keep her close. She might have only noticed their position, because then she became completely red, and bite her lip. “I was serious then, and I’m serious now: I love your writing, and I want to read more,” he added, brushing his nose against hers.

“More?” she asked, startled.

“Everything,” he corrected, and stole a peck, making her whole-body shiver. “I want to read everything you write, I declare myself your fan number one,” he gave her another soft peck, and she closed her eyes, taking one of her hands to his nape, holding the frame against her chest with the other.

“You will have to take that spot from Luna,” she told him, out of breath, and he snorted.

“The moon-girl? Easy pie,” he said. “I just need the astronaut to distract her, and that’s it, I win,” he giggled his eyebrows and she laughed. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

He took the frame from her hand, putting it back at the library, and then pulled her closer so their chests touched, and there was no millimeter in between them. “I love you, and I will always support you,” he told her, looking directly at her eyes, making her feel special. Loved. Her free hand caressed his cheek, softly, making him shiver. He never felt like this with anyone before, she had something that made every touch different, strongest, like he was Spider-man with his Spidey-senses activated. If that makes any sense.

“I love you too,” she replied, and then their lips met again.

And the rest of the world stopped existing.

[from-red-string]

Too Late

Day 1: I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in today.

Another Lutteo Ficweek! 

I’m already apologizing for what’s coming. Sorry.

Warning: Death

We never know when we wake up to a good day, a bad day or a life-changing day until is over. With people is not so different, there are some who come and go and you would care if you only met twice, in contrast, others that after a few hours knowing each other, you’re sure you’ll still remember their name, likes, dislikes, weirdness in 50 years. As much as we want to know the meanings and values of everything in the exact moment they happen, we’ll only learn it when is too late.

It was the last class before the final exam which was a week away, so the teacher decided to give us a review for the exam. She must have noticed how helpless her students were, well, at least I was desperate on this subject. Usually, I’d be chilling on the last class, in any other subject I’m the top of the class but this semester was impossible that I could tell what the teacher – Samara, Lara, Tamara, whatever was her name - was speaking since a person on the front row catch all my attention.

That person had long dark brown curly hair, green eyes that wrinkle when she smiled, oh and a bright smile, her laugh was contagious and answered by the name of Luna. Before this class together, I only knew her as Gastón’s girlfriend’s best friend. I heard a lot about her, now I wanted to hear from her.

As a good best friend, Gastón did his job well and got all the information he needed about Luna’s status when I said she was in my class. Gastón was really enjoying himself doing that, making me listen to her and telling me I should start the action. Anyway, Luna sat with Nina on the first line, making it impossible to look to the front without my eyes being capture by Luna.

I was interested in her, I couldn’t deny it. The only barrier to asking her was that Luna just goes on dates during the breaks. By what Gastón said she had a hard with school and decided to focus on her study before romances. My first thought when I heard that was this all is odd, but Luna is something odd. Resisting to hit on her was hard, almost believed I wouldn’t be able of waiting until the end of the semester. I had to avoid her on the campus and just respond to any interaction she starts without being too much, even if all wanted was to keep going. She was intriguing.

I only had to wait just another week before I ask her out.

On that review, I needed all my focus on the teacher. Luna had other plans for me, the day I most needed to pay attention was the day she chose to sit by my side. I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today.

“What do I give the honor to have you here?” I questioned. I wasn’t sure of what I was doing, I had to focus. Luna seemed almost shocked when she turned to look at me.

“Chico fresa,” That nickname. She came up with this in the middle of one of the few conversations we ever had. “I can choose wherever I want to sit. It’s not about you.” She made me chuckled.

“Chica delivery,” I pointed her nickname. “But you sat right here for me. You had this whole room to sit and yet you’re here.” Teasing her, I eyed the empty seat around us, almost no one came to this class. She opened her mouth I interrupted by winking at her. “I get you, it’s really hard to resist this opportunity.”

“Quiet, Matteo. I’m trying to learn.” She attempted to shush me. The teacher just walked in and hadn’t even spoken any word yet. I could tease her about it but Luna set her notebook on the desk getting my attention. She actually had notes? For this class? That’s quite surprising. My own notebook was just random song lyrics.

“You don’t need this review. Look, you even have notes.” I reasoned receiving a frown in response. “You’re an exemplary student.” She laughed shaking her head.

“I thought better of you,” Luna offered that and I got confused. “You’re the top of the class.” I shrugged.

“How do you know that?” The realization hit me. ”Are you researching about me?” I challenged.

“No, I heard it,” Luna stuttered. “People talk...”

“If you need more information, feel free to ask your only official and favorite source about me.” Giving her my most perfect side smile, I watched her look down.

“And what about Gastón?”

“He’s also official but less favorite than me.” Her laugh was the most perfect sound I’ve heard, I could be a song. For a hot second, my mind pleaded for asking her out and my heart raced with the idea. I just snapped that thought away. Some more days and I had the right time. I should’ve asked her out but instead: “Can I see your notes?” I reached for the notebook.

“No!” She protested loudly, dragging the class and the teacher’s attention to us, the notebook flew to the floor. “Sorry.” While Luna apologized, I picked up the notebook. She pulled it from me, not quick enough that couldn’t read my name written on the page.

“My name,” I muttered. I was crazy, right?

“No!” Her denying made it more real.

“Luna, I know what I’ve read.”

“Shut up. “ Luna hushed me sitting up and fixating her look on the teacher. “You’re distracting me.” She distracted me the whole semester and if thought before it was impossible to focus on class, I had to accept that day was not seeing anything but Luna.

From that moment, I started a countdown for that week of wait.

7 Days, it would be too late.

It was our last talk, the last time I saw her green sparkling eyes, heard her soft voice, and listened to her beautiful laugh. Luna died that very same day. She took a cab after a party and the car crashed into a truck on the road.

The funeral was last week, on the hour we’d have done that final exam. The sky was as clear as it could ever be, her parents chose he sundown as the perfect scenario, her mom explained on her speech: “Luna always had this bright personality, she was our own Sun, could make any day better, light up any room with her presence. The Moon meaning is obvious, her name is Luna and we couldn’t ignore it. We… I needed it”. Her appearance was ghostly on the day, her daughter was gone and she seemed to be fading away too. I wouldn’t say I’m… I was a really close friend of Luna but when her parents came to talk about Luna’s childhood and her dreams of doing social projects with kids, I couldn’t tell her a word to explain anything, I only quietly listened.

Luna had simple dreams, never gave up, totally determinate. She loved skating, it was her life, her dad said some mornings he found her sleeping wearing skates. I should’ve known that, we could’ve skated together.

I felt dizzy during the talk, it felt too overwhelming to learn more about her after her death. Things I’d never know from her. She left too soon.

Right now, I’m stuck on the final exam. It has been delayed but should’ve been canceled. I’m reading and reading the same sentence multiple times, still can’t get anything. All I can do is look at the empty seat by my side and remember when Luna was there, almost could just see her laughing at me. The memory alive on my mind as it’s been tattooed.

Now it just too late.

[ac-ars]

drunk talking

ayy she is there she is done, its ta au which is always sin, more sin than normally, plus the prompt is sin so here you have it i hope you have fun 

day 5 - “I called one of the telephone numbers written in the toilet stall and now I want to fuck your voice”

🌙

drunk talking

Luna Valente lucked out today despite the fact she very, very overslept. It’s the worst day possible to be late, since today is supposed to be some test on chemistry and she was studying probably too long, because this very chapter has been such a bitch. Longer than others and mentioning more difficult shit and in general Luna just never liked this part of chemistry. They will never be friends and she guesses that it’s okay. Anyway, she was running around her apartment like a tornado, starting one thing and then another, without finishing the first one. She ended up washing her teeth and brushing her hair while wearing her underwear, one sock and a skirt. And when she was buttoning up her flowy, short sleeve shirt, she was also eating her cereal. That’s called multitasking and no one but Luna Valente in hurry can master it to this level.

She managed to catch subway, the one before the last possible she could take to be on time, she finished her tea on the go, and then ran a little towards the building in the campus, so now she is heading to the toilet, to gather herself together and look less like messy mess.

Those dark circles under her eyes really need to disappear under the concealer and her face would love to use a little blush, and those brown hairs that are sticking in every side probably will be happy to be hang out with a brush.

In the middle of miracle makeover Luna gets a text from Pedro, asking her where she is. She hums and rolls her eyes at this impatient asshole and answers that she will be there soon soon. Her thoughts kinda run away in some weird directions to what else should she do, maybe buy a bottle of water, but now or later? Does she have time for that? Will she go for lunch with Pedro later or will he be drama queen about how she cheated from his test? This eats definitely too much time of Luna’s while she is trying to untangle this messy ball of her hair under right ear, she looks around the ugly mirror until she spots some writing with permanent marker right below the corner of said mirror.

This part of the campus, more like this very specific building is waiting for some renovations out and inside, this means the toilets aren’t in the best state here. Not that they are stinky and disgusting, but there are weird writings around, some doodles and curses, many, many phone numbers. Luna isn’t a fan of ruining something, writing over something, because there are usually people who will have to work and clean it later or fix, and she is just a good person, trying to get them as little of unneeded trouble, as possible.

But! She leans her head to the left, to make sure all her hair where the tangle ball used to be, are fine and there is nothing to brush else. Her eyes follow all the writings on the tiles on the wall, wondering why are people like this, covering almost every small tile with some drawing. There is, though, this one number, written with bold, bold font, the digits seem to be a creation of someone writing the same number over and over again in the very same place, just making it more visible and bolder. She hums, because what could be so important, or who, to be left like this for future in ladies’ toilet. Luna, completely not sure what she is going to do with it, just saves it on her contacts and runs towards the class, because boy, chemistry is watching for her.

🌙

“What do we have tomorrow?” she asks lazily while playing with her empty glass after wine. Pedro looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “I don’t know. No test, that’s for sure, but I think we have physics.”

“Oh my, I don’t wanna,” Luna mumbles, cursing under her breath and he kicks her ankle softly. “Don’t pretend you don’t wanna go. You are dying to see that guy every damn week, Luna Valente.” He looks super smug right now and she opens her mouth wide, very offended.

“I very don’t are if it’s Matteo or not, the break is this weekend and everyone cancelled classes tomorrow except this asshole. I really don’t wanna see him.”

Her Spanish friend looks at her very skeptical and totally not believing her. “I can’t even imagine you looking or thinking about him anything but hungry, and it’s totally okay. We all have issues when it comes to hot people. For example I still can’t not stare at my English prof from the old times when I tried to study English.”

Luna rolls her eyes and crosses her legs. “I’m totally not staring at him any hungry.” The wine in her head isn’t really helping now when it gives her images of said Matteo Balsano, who looked incredibly attractive when she last time saw him. So attractive, that she actually missed what he was talking about at the end of the class, and missed why the whole group is so mad at him. Then Pedro told her, and now Luna and her brain have quiet days without imagining her ta before she goes to sleep.

“Yes, of course,” he says getting up and putting his empty glass on the coffee table and kissing top of the brunette’s head. “I’m gonna be going home since tomorrow we are seeing each other on physics. Please don’t waste yourself so I gotta come here and put you together.”

She pouts at this but sends him a kiss and he leaves, and she empties her own glass quickly, not sure what to do now. It’s gonna be probably boring, so she takes her phone and looks through all insta stories to check what’s going on around the world.

Ambar is hanging out with some weird goths again, but she seems happy or at least not annoyed so it’s a good thing already. Simon and his Roller bros are playing some concert in this small famous club on the other end of Buenos Aires and it’s like third Thursday in a row, so they told her she didn’t need to attend. Gastón is posting on his story some aesthetic pictures of student life in Oxford, selfies with some girl and generally pretty shit, while Nina is travelling around museums today, writing and writing. Not once has she said that art inspires her to make more art.

There is nothing much happening when it comes to people from uni, so Luna just opens her recently used apps, because why not really? She finds that she used contacts today, which is unusual; they don’t really call or text each other since she mostly uses whatsapp or messenger, or anything that requires only internet.

In her contacts she finds some new one, added today, and in a moment she remembers it’s the number from her uni toilet, which sounds all kinds of ridiculous, but also very appealing to her drunk, wasted and tired brain.

She clicks on it, her phone asks her if she wants to call or text, and first thing she does is pouring some more whine to her glass. It’s gonna be very interesting here and Luna giggles at herself, as she presses the call square on her screen. When she hears like fifth signal, she remembers what the fuck time it is, and calling anyone at this hour is super, super rude, but in the same moment she takes her phone away from her face to hang up, someone picks up.

“Hello?” some male, deep and raspy voice asks, and Luna’s first thought is oh fuck and second is oh fuck I woke this guy up. Before she manages to say anything, he adds impatient. “Is anyone there? If it’s nothing important, I’m ending this call, because I would really love to sleep-”

“Hi,” Luna jumps and he shuts up for a few super short seconds. “Um, I’m sorry, it’s a mistake.”

“A mistake?” he asks, “I don’t think calling anyone at this ungodly hour can be described as a mistake, little lady.”

She takes a deep breath and a sip of wine from her glass. “I, um, shouldn’t have called, but I am drunk and I was bored, and it just kinda happened. I’m sorry.”

The guy on the other side of the phone sighs heavily, even this sound is somehow hot, and at this point Luna can’t really care if he can be some disgusting creep, she will just block this number tomorrow plus she won’t really tell him any details. Bless her drunk brain always keeping her safe no matter what.

“Okay, tell me, should I have your number saved? Where did you even get mine?” he asks, his voice changes and maybe he is more awake now, which is bad and bad at the same time.

“No, no, I’m, it’s gonna be dumb as hell, but I found your number written on wall in the toilet in my faculty.”

The guy laughs quietly and sighs again. “Dear stars, why have I done this to myself? So you are a student?”

“Yeah, but that’s all I’m telling you. I don’t know who you are and I won’t tell you anything.”

Luna hears him humming longly. “You don’t know who I am then?”

“I just told you that!” She rolls her eyes and he laughs again, and she is kinda annoyed at this point. The guy seems amused, but then he clears his throat. He speaks, and his voice sounds kinda different. She is focusing on his voice too much. “I have few questions for you, actually, but they aren’t about any private shit, you don’t have to worry I will try to stalk you anywhere.” He stops for a moment and continues, Luna completely focused drinks her wine slowly, just to find her glass is empty and it’s a moment to fill it again, because she is oh so curious. “I’m just lowkey lost, it’s been years since I got this kinda call.”

“I get it, you know you can just hang up, though?” she asks, playing with a strand of her hair and makes herself more comfy on the couch. It’s dark, and quiet, and Luna wants him to talk to her endlessly.

“Nah, it’s okay, I wasn’t really sleeping anyway, so tell me, little lady I don’t know name of, why are you awake at this hour?”

Luna shrugs to herself, remembering just after a moment that he can’t see her. “I guess I’m not sleepy yet. Plus I still have wine to drink.”

She can’t see him either, but she is sure that he is smiling right now. And it feels weirdly good. “Perfect, I’m going to help you with falling asleep today, because I think it’s unfair to leave you alone, not being able to sleep, even if, as you said, you called by mistake.”

This is getting weirder, and weirder, and Luna Valente doesn’t mind at all. “How would you help me from there, wherever you are?”

“Oh don’t worry about that. Will you do what I tell you, though?”

She bites on her lower lip, thinking, and wine answers for her. “Sure.”

🌙

Damn, damn, damn. Damn everything, because here she is, late again, and it’s probably Pedro ringing her door bell. It’s a disaster, she went to sleep definitely too late for it to be any accepted and her friend is gonna kick her ass in a minute. Wanting or not, Luna needs to open him, he looks at her super angry, but as soon as he sees her, he laughs so loudly.

She pouts, but honestly she can’t be stressed at all after last night’s letting all tension out. She isn’t even feeling any disgust with herself as she is planning to block the number to this guy, in case he calls her or something. Pedro seems to be very smug, but she ignores that.

“How late are we?” The brunette asks, running around as he just goes to the kitchen and makes himself a coffee.

“We are on perfect time to manage. I decided to scare you a little so you hurry up your little butt faster around.”

As soon as she sees that, she growls and huffs and goes to her bedroom to get dressed, and bless this bastard for driving her today, because she isn’t in a mood for subway today. She will be paranoid and think that every hot guy is the guy. His voice and his ideas were hot as fuck, so it’s obvious her brain will just go towards the attractive men.

“What is wrong with you, little one? You seem absent today. Tell me, what time did you go to sleep?”

She just rolls her eyes and pushes him out of her apartment, despite the fact that he is still holding one of her cat mugs.

Pedro is driving very weirdly, or at least Luna thinks that. He is a mess, but she feels with him always safe, right now safe enough to focus on her thoughts as she is wondering what the fuck is wrong with her that she called this guy last night. What the fuck is wrong with her at all? She has no idea, but this was so weird and so hot, and the wine didn’t help her to chill. Her eyes are set on the road in front of them, and before she can wake up, they are on uni’s parking lot and Pedro is poking her on the cheek to leave the car.

“Okay, I know,” he says and Luna throws him a weird look. “You know what?”

“Drugs. I’m sure it’s this, because you haven’t trashed me one single time during the way here, and usually you keep telling me how to drive, even if you don’t own a car.”

She rolls her eyes. “I have just other stuff on my head. I will tell you later, but now I gotta go to bathroom, because you idiot didn’t let me brush my hair.”

“You look pretty, maybe Balsano will think your bed head is hot.” Pedro hums, but she just shakes her head and walks quickly to the closest bathroom, since she hates being late.

Her eyes are focused on the phone as she is checking the hour, until she bumps into someone violently; the other person steadies her with their hands on her shoulders. The brunette looks up and blinks surprised, seeing no one else, but her physics ta, leaving toilet for women, which is weird, but his eyes sparkling with amusement, and this smirk don’t really let her think longer about how unusual this is.

“Watch out, Luna, please. We don’t want you to end up on the floor, do we?” he asks with small smirk and she needs to calm her hormones, and this is going to be a problem, since all tension that left her last night is all back, twice as strong, because so close to Matteo she has never been.

The brunette manages to speak, though. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry about that. I hope nothing happened to you.”

He sends her a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that.”

With this, he caresses her shoulders last time, and leaves, probably to his small office and then to class, which means she doesn’t have much time. She still needs to brush her hair, even if he already seen her. Pedro is gonna pay for saying it and messing with her (bad) luck.

She enters the bathroom and without anything just searches for her brush in the back. Her eyes automatically swim towards the bolded number on the wall.

It’s not there anymore.

🌙

Sitting on her seat in physics class, next to her best friend who knows fucking nothing, is the most difficult thing. She has no idea what people around her are speaking, but now her mind is busy with the fact, how something written who knows when, could go off so easily, when just the very day before it was there visible and healthy.

She has really no idea, this is so, so confusing and she can’t tell Pedro, because this asshole is going to make fun of her and say that she seriously needs to drink less and get laid properly, not by herself on the phone, but he is ridiculous jerk with issues, so maybe it won’t be that bad.

For now, Matteo is talking something to them, she doesn’t understand, her mind keeps repeating how he said oh, don’t worry about that and with each and every time she is less calm. He eventually lies his eyes on her, there is something in his look that messes with her every thought.

He winks.

She gasps.

[silveranchor]

Fire on Ice

Okay, so I said I wouldn’t update this fic during my vacations, but I did a terrible thing and this was the only way I could think of to make amends. I know this is terrible and late, but the muse is nowhere to be found this time of the year.

Anyway, @deliverychicafresa  sorry it took a while, but I am sorry and love you very much.

Also, proper grammar, quality, and proofreading who? I don’t know them.

SL figure skating!AU

June, off-season. 2 months till competition. Buenos Aires. Marissa Juliana Mint Skating Club

"Luna, make those edges clear during your turns! Pick up the speed, Gastón! Matteo, what the hell are you doing with those arms? Don't think I didn't see you stumbling on that three-turn, Jim. Ramiro..." Juliana sighs loudly, bringing her fingers to rub her temple. "You can do whatever you want during individual practice, but right now we are practicing turns, not jumps."

Group sessions with Juliana are always the hardest. Usually, Tamara or Mariano would direct the session, but sometimes Juliana takes charge. When she does, Luna wants nothing more than to collapse on the rink after a few minutes.

They take a 5-minute break before continuing with individual practice, in which Ramiro leaves for a snack, Matteo drinks something blue, and Gastón lays face down on the ice while she and Jim stretch.

It's a comfortable routine they've settled in. It's been a month since she started practicing with the rest of the elite group and she enjoys it a lot. Everyone has a different style and technique and she has certainly learned a lot from watching, just like her coach said she would.

At her old rink, she was on a level of her own, so she trained by herself. Here, the elite skaters spend a lot of time together in the rink and she's got to know all of them.

She hit it off with Jim immediately. She's not only a great skater but an amazing dancer and one of the friendliest people she's ever met. She's homeschooled and in her last year too, so they often do homework together in the cafeteria with Nina and Jim's best friend, Yam.

Ramiro is not an overly friendly guy, but he's nice enough, she guesses, and he can do acrobatic skating, so that's neat.

Gastón is the funniest guy ever and she can never keep a straight face with him around. He was the first one to come back to the rink after vacation, so she met him first. He's been a great teammate, always raising the morale and making sure everyone has a good time. It seems hard to believe he and Nina are actually a couple, considering just how different they are, but somehow they work. She can definitely see why Nina loves him so much.

Matteo, well... He's been a surprise, that's for sure.

She's been a fan of his skating since she first saw one of his programs online, back when he was a junior. She got to see him skate live at his last and her first Junior World's Championship, where he took the gold.  She'd been in awe of the speed and height of his jumps, as well as his presence and confidence on the ice.

Ever since she first arrived at the MJM Skating Club, she'd been anxious about meeting him. She'd gone over every possible way she would start a conversation with him and what she would say, but when she finally got around to meet him, it went nothing like she'd imagined. Not that she was complaining. He did compliment her spirals, after all.

After that first meeting, she was surprised when he talked to her again, considering how much of a blushing mess she'd been. It's gotten better now, though. She's still a mess, but at least he seems not to mind since he hangs out with her even outside of practice.

Becoming friends with The Matteo Balsano is something she dreamed of but never expected.  It is nice, though... When he's not being an arrogant jerk.

The devil is summoned by thoughts, apparently, because at that moment he bumps into her, throwing her off balance and catching her at the last second, holding as if he were dipping her in a dance.

He looks down at her, amused as if waiting for her reaction. If he wanted to catch her by surprise, though, maybe he shouldn't do it at least twice a day. As it is, she raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. He does nothing but chuckle, the bastard.

"Are you two going into ice dance now? Because I honestly thought that if Matteo ever paired up with someone it would be me," Gastón says with a chuckle.

"You are way too heavy for me to lift," Matteo shoots back without even looking at him.

"You are lucky I care about Luna's safety or I would tackle you right now." She can't really look at him, but she knows that Gastón is smirking like an idiot.

"Put me down," she grumbles at Matteo.

He winks, "As you wish", and lays her down on the ice.

She stays there for a moment, glaring at him. "Very funny, You know that's not what I meant."

He reaches out his hand to pull her up and she reluctantly accepts it. "Well, Sugar Plum, I just did exactly as you said."

"Ugh, would you stop calling me that?"

"Nope. It stays. You already gave me a fruit related nickname, it is only right I return the favor."

"Well," she says, crossing her arms, "yours fits, Chico Fresa."

He tilts his head. "No, it doesn't. I am not a strawberry. If I am any fruit, I would be a mango."

She rolls her eyes at him. "Fresa is how we call boys like you in Mexico, too arrogant for their own good."

Matteo slides closer, getting into her personal space and making her look up to make eye contact. "You do have to admit I have a lot to brag about."

If his proximity weren't absolutely messing with her head, she would push him backward, but her heart is too busy beating out of her chest for her to do anything but try to steady her breathing.

Luckily for her, Juliana returns to the rink before she implodes, starting individual practice.

Her music plays first, which means she has priority on the ice while the rest run over their elements by themselves.

Her coach watches by the boards as Luna gets into her starting position and the first notes of her song begin to play. She finished learning her choreography a week ago, but the melody is already comfortingly familiar.

She'd been working on the harness with Mariano when Juliana had told her she was expected at her office after practice. She'd been improving a lot on her jumps and basic skating skills, even if she still had a lot to work on, but being called to her coach's office still made her anxious.

Her nervousness hadn't gone away when Juliana announced it was finally time for her to start working on new programs and that she had already chosen her short program for this season.

She must have looked like an idiot when Juliana told her she'd be skating to music from the Nutcracker. "I know this ballet might be considered as a warhorse since a lot of people have skated to it," she'd said, "but I think you can really put your own spin into the music."

Juliana had played her the track she'd chosen. It was the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, a piece even Luna was familiar with, but it sounded a lot different.

"I know classic is not exactly your forte, so Pedro and Simón helped me put together a contemporary violin track with fragments of an acapella cover by a popular group. It has a very modern sound to it while maintaining the charm of the original piece. What do you think about it?"

She liked it, a lot. The Nutcracker was one of the very few ballets she was familiar with, especially because of the Barbie adaptation she used to love as a kid. Plus, she appreciated Juliana's efforts to make it more comfortable for her to skate to by using a modern rendition of the song.

They'd had various choreography sessions together, in which Juliana would teach her the different steps, turns and even arm positions and movements that went with the music. Luna had never had a program like this: so mindful of every beat and note of the song. It was not only the required elements connected by steps following a melody, it was made to tell a story.

"What does The Nutcracker make you think of, Luna?" her coach had asked on one of the sessions.

She'd thought about it for a second. "Christmas? "

"And what feeling comes to mind when you think of Christmas?"

"Happiness."

The older woman had smiled at her. "You are skating to the Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy, the ruler of a land full of candy and flowers and all sort of beautiful things. She is Christmas joy personified. Every December, when ballet companies all over the world perform The Nutcracker, the audience always waits anxiously for her to appear. The Fairy's dance is the most exciting part, what every spectator looks forward to." She'd gripped her arm gently. "There's a very exciting and joyful quality in your skating, Luna. You get to the ice with a huge smile on your face every time and your happiness at being able to skate is so palpable everyone in the stands can feel it. I want you to channel that lively spark of yours into this program. Be the Sugar Plum Fairy; make every movement, every turn, exciting and regal. Make sure you are the embodiment joy, and you will make an impression."

It is with that in mind that she twizzles across the ice during her step sequence, losing herself in the moment.

Her edges still need a lot of polishing and she falls on her double axel, but when the music ends, her coach is smiling and Luna knows she's on the right track.

................................................................................

"I'm pretty sure you should solve problem b first, then use the result to solve the first problem."

"Matteo! I know what I'm doing, okay?" Luna stares at her book for a couple of minutes, until she realizes she's wrong. "Wait... You were right. Now how do I solve b?"

Matteo chuckles. "You should really know by now that I'm always right, Sugar Plum."

She lets him take her pencil and notebook. "You are lucky I need help or you'd have to find another booth and someone else to share this huge shake with, chico fresa." She punctuates her statement by taking a huge sip out of their strawberry-banana shake, which she comes to regret after her brain freezes.

Matteo notices and laughs at her. "That's what you get for being rude and ungrateful."

She gasps exaggeratedly, "Rude, you say? I'll show you rude." Before he can reply, she flings her straw at him, splattering his shirt.

For a moment, he looks down, face blank and she's worried she did the wrong thing, but as soon as he looks up, she sees a spark igniting in his eyes and she knows it's on.

He gets some of their drink on her hair and she gets him in the face. They are both laughing their lungs out, probably attracting the gazes of the other customers, but she can't bring herself to care.

Pedro, who works at the juice bar, gets them a whole stack of napkins to clean themselves up and gives them an exasperated look.

After cleaning themselves up and checking that her book and notebook are intact from the shake fight, they continue working on her homework, making slow but steady progress. She's not stupid by any accounts, but she always had trouble paying attention, even in online classes, and understanding anything with numbers. Matteo, on the other hand, is a math and science genius, so having him explain the topics she struggles with has helped her a lot. In another life,  he could totally be a teacher, with his patient and empathetic approach.

An hour later, she can finally put her stuff back on her backpack, done for the day. Matteo orders their usual sandwiches and another large shake with two straws, at which Pedro rolls his eyes.

When he comes back with their food, he has already cut their sandwiches in two and put half of her BLT on his plate and half of his Caprese on hers, just how they like it. Luna smiles at him as he walks away muttering something about how they don't make any sense.

They eat in silence for a minute until Luna hears a familiar song coming from the speakers.

"Start spreading the news..." she begins singing under her breath.

Matteo's eyes light up in recognition before he grunts and lightly hits the table with his forehead.

"Pedro!" he calls, making other customers turn to look at them, "if you don't change that song right now, I swear I am gonna stab myself and have you clean all the gore."

Luna chuckles behind her hand.

Matteo turns to her. "Stop it. If I have to hear Frank Sinatra one more time today, I will go insane."

"You shouldn't have run through your Frank Sinatra Medley short program about a hundred times this week." Luna reaches out to tap his hand good-naturedly.

"You do have another already choreographed program you could practice on team days, you know? Or is that a myth? Because I've never seen you practice it."

The playful glint in Matteo's eyes dims instantly at the question. His expression changes so drastically, she feels like she should apologize for asking.

She almost does, except it lasts barely more than a millisecond. She blinks and he looks back to normal as if she had just imagined his face shifting a moment ago.

"Talk about yourself, Sugar Plum. Have you even chosen your long program music yet?" he says in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow.

Luna stared at him for a minute, then shakes her head. Maybe she just imagined his sudden change.

"Actually, I have. Juliana and Simon finished matching the music to the choreo a couple of days ago. Juliana has made me practice the choreo sequence and the step sequence separately, but I'll start learning the program all together tomorrow."

Matteo takes a sip of their shake. "Cool. What music did you choose?"

"Oh, I ended up choosing a song from the August Rush movie. The one the orchestra plays at the end."

He nods. "I like that one. Pr-"

His words get abruptly cut by a golden purse landing on their table, very close to his plate.

"Well, that one was the worst plane ride of my life." The voice belongs to a girl in a cute black and white dress and a beret, who drags a chair to their table and sits close to Matteo.

"Ugh, this is the first and the last time I ever fly economy, I swear. That definitely wasn't a turkey sandwich, dammit. It was more mayo than bread", she pauses to take a look at her phone, "Truly, never again."

Luna glances at Matteo, who looks both amused and annoyed. Personally, she's just incredibly confused and a little bit in shock.

The girl looks at her phone again and curses, "Juliana is waiting for me."

She stands up and seems to notice Luna for the first time. "That top... is definitely an interesting choice," she says with a mildly concerned expression, then leaves; her heels clicking very audibly.

Luna looks down at her neon pink shirt, then back up at Matteo, who looks like he's trying hard not to laugh.

She just keeps staring at him in shock.

"Did Ambar Smith, Triple Loop Queen, just sit across from me and judge my fashion choices?"

She takes his strangled laugh as a yes.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So I have been thinking so much about a potential SL rewrite at one point in the future. So I had to write it down.

Just like the ”how I would rewrite violetta” post that I wrote long ago, it may be VERY different if I write it. If you read my Violetta rewrite, it’s almost nothing like the original post.

Season 1

Simón not hiding in the storage. He’s either at a hotel or he’s getting to live with Pedro and Nico right away.

More Sharon and Luna scenes. They seriously only talked in the first episode and then exchanged like 4 sentences every 20th episode since. I think they needed some more.

Tino and Cato do not exist. Sharon finds out the whole Sol Benson is alive due to another reason. I’m thinking Roberto just called her and then just died the day after

Early hints of Yam realizing she’s in love with Jim, although there’s still a long way to go. I think she's sort of feeling it, but not admitting it.

1x40 kiss is still there but bigger consequences. In my Violetta rewrite, I removed the 2x20 kiss entirely because it made me SO MAD, and I instead wrote it like this. But, the 1x40 kiss in SL is another story. It will still be there, but Matteo will face some consequences for that.

Daniela is actually into Luna and wants to make her jealous with Simón. Because it would be funny, no other reason.

Ámbar is less bratty but more creepy. Yeah, it explains itself.

Lumón is better :) Their relationship is mostly like canon but their dating era will be even better because <3

Matteo will not be treated well by me but I will try to give him some good scenes. Maybe.

Delfi and Jazmin gets called out more on filming people without their consent.

Everything will be more fruity. Like, more fruity than it already was.

Adding stuff I didn't write: Yamiro will still be the same, but just like in canon, Yam is sort of ready to break up with him. Maybe even more.

Also the "Jim finding a boyfriend" plot will have a very funny twist. In actuality, I already wrote this, but this time it will be less focus on them and more focus on everything else.

Everything else is either just like canon or just not mentioned if I rewrite it. Or I am unsure, like how I'll do Felicityfornow and how the final episode will end.

Season 2

Roller Jam will have different costumes for some. I mean, the Yin and Yang costume will still be there obviously, but Ámbar and stuff will have different costumes.

Siempre Juntos, we will not have any failed recording where they cry. Because that's the one scene I have to skip because I CAN'T see it. They will get their rehearsal recording (which they OBVIOUSLY recorded). But, this still does not mean they get in.

Less Juliana drama. It's a bit tense when she arrives but it's way less whining.

Much of the Sol Benson plot will be same.

Sharon gets more visions, I wrote, but I more meant flashbacks. But I think at times, she gets some sort of "what if" scenario visions. It's not only that Lili flashback when the fire started, it's also flashbacks of interacting with Bernie, and talking to Sol. Also, some flashbacks of adopting Ámbar and then suddenly getting visions of Ámbar and Luna as younger. Like seeing Luna in the kitchen and suddenly seeing her as little Sol. Or seeing Ámbar in her room and suddenly seeing her 15 years younger, waiting for Sharon to comb her hair.

Amanda... we'll see. I feel like it got so weird with her imaginary boyfriend.

I literally forgot the english word for it so I wrote "Nina won't commit crimes with Gastón's applications" I of course mean she won't commit forgery and identity stealing lol

More clear Yam has a crush on Jim. Like at this point she's in "I know I am in love with her but idk how to admit it to myself". I am thinking on letting some other people guide her during this, particularly Juliana and Mora. It will be kind of "in-between the lines" but you'll know.

Jim also realizing she's not really into boys. Kind of. She's getting close. She's still in comphet.

Ana and Mora being more obvious. And by that I mean very obvious.

"Shipping" videos by Jazmin gets called out, because it's kind of weird to SHIP YOUR FRIENDS ONLINE JAZMIN.

Graduation will be mentioned or even showed. I think that can be interesting. In the show, it seemed like graduation happened while they were in Cancún, so they all missed it ??? But they gotta graduate.

Still very fruity. Obviously.

Simbar will be the same mostly, I liked them in S2.

Luna not competing in 2x80.

People believing Luna's dreams for once. Like she dreams about the future, people should have caught on.

May have other winners in the singing competition. We'll see :-) I just think there could be funnier pairs who both win.

Ámbar being more in shock she burned down the rink. Also, Delfi and Jazmin do not know - I wanna make it more "only Ámbar knows what she has done".

More Lumbar moments :)

Specifically their skate date that canon refused to show us...

Eva and Ada are here, but things will go a bit differently...

Not sure what to do with Adrenaline I always forget they exist

Lutteo will date but not for long

Some hints of Emilia and Ámbar having a thing... <3

OH and some info about everyone's summers before school starts in the beginning of the season. What did Luna and Ámbar do in Cancún all summer?

Lumón will only be friends but there may be some hints there, just like in canon.

Adding: Pelfi does not randomly break up. They never break up in this show at all actually.

Also Yamiro may still date, but it won't at all be the same...

Season 3

Some good closure on Lumón. We'll see how I exactly will do this, but I will.

Gastina will not break up they can handle long distance.

Eric is here, but... he's just here.

Ámbilia hooking up off screen all the time

We get to see some more what they are up to at school. Cause maybe that's not interesting to others but for me it is. I wanna know how the dynamics are now when it's only four of them left. Also how Michel is doing there.

Speaking of that - Michel may be a girl named Michelle. Just because... imagine that. Everything being the same but Michel is a girl.

MORE LUMBAR FOR THE PEOPLE. THE COUSINS NEED THEIR MOMENTS.

Sharon and Luna interact more... they have to talk at the hospital especially. Ámbar and Sharon's scene was amazing, but Luna also really needs to speak to her. Plus, that they interact some more during the season, maybe in confrontation.

Actually we get to see what happened during that one month skip. What did they do? What happened? Tell me!

I for some reason wrote "some hormone juice is spilled when all the boys move in" lmao. But yeah 6 teenagers/young adults living closely together? Stuff goes down. I mean, in canon Luna had that steamy dream about Matteo and then just felt so awkward seeing him immediately at breakfast. Both her and Ámbar will go through some stuff. Ámbar more, I think.

Oh Jim and Yam are DATING now

Seriously I'm gonna have a whole first kiss and love confession and them not telling anyone and everyone figuring it out

Ámbar gets her job back - but honestly that's even if she loses it in the first place this time

Sharon is way more of a threat. Cause like. What did she do in canon? Stalk them? When the adults got arrested, it would be a perfect time to do something to Luna, but she did nothing. Honestly at times Sharon just looked silly in her costumes just staring from a distance.

Benicio is gonna get so much bullied. Of course.

Graduation for the girls! They deserve it <3

Emilia redemption arc. But none for Benicio <3

Some endgames the same but especially one endgame will be different.

Ending of the show different. It's still gonna be at Luna's birthday, but things are different.

Adding: I really wanna try to come up what everyone is studying at uni, because most of them just study at "unknown university" lol.

I also might have some plans for Ramiro. Yam won’t be as mad at him, and when she is, it’s due to other reasons…

Everything unmentioned is, just like I mentioned in the S1 section, either because it's basically just like canon, or I forgot about it rn, or I am unsure what to do with it.

We'll see if I even rewrite SL. And if I do, it may end up nothing like how I wrote it here.

[countessofravenclaw]

Something I have come to realize, when I write my OCs, most of who are parents of extablished charcters in the source material, is that Normalize Married Couples Being In Love.

Honestly, lot of the parenst in main stram media sitcoms and Disney Channel shows are often portrayed not so well. The dad is often portrayed totaly hand off and complete (for a lack of a better word) loser who the mom needs to always whack on the head to do anything and they are always bickering and disagreein all the time.

So like, do these people even like each other? We are supposed to believe that these people are in love, because they ahve gotten married and had sex at least enough time to have the kids that are often the main characters.

So if you had to think of a "parents" from a Disney show that don't bicker all the time and you can also belive that theyvare together because they love each other... Who are you thinking and why is it Monica and Miguel Valente? They are literally the only ones.

This is why when I write my parent OCs, especially Gastón parenst since they are so far more develobed than most of my other parent characters, you better believe they are couple goals. They are good parenst who love theit kid more than anything, but are also maddly in love with each other because that's the reason why they even had a child with each other in the first place.

Obviously it is different if parents not being together or the marriage being in trouble is part of the plot or someone's character. BUT NOT AT THIS POINT I AM TRYING TO MAKE.

Okay, so back to specifically Gastón's parents. Have I been kind of hamming how good theirt relatioship is? Yes. Will I keep hamming it? Also yes. Is that some sort of foreshadowing about some trouble in a horizon? Absolutely NOT.

They have their tragic backstory, which includes everything from losing your parents to burn out to almost dying and infertility, and they pretty much went through hell to get where they are in S2AU and in my canonical fic series as well. When you have been through all of that with one person who has been your strength and the one constant, you'd bet you'd still absolutely be in love even after 20 years of marriage and even in your in your early 40s, which isn't even old. There is no way that flame will go out.

For me, it also just makes sense from Gastón's point of view. He seems to have very ideal view on love and he really believes in it, even from start of S1 with Delfi. From his comment to Nina about how "wouldn't it be good if her parenst got back together" he has clearly never known a day of divorce in his life. He's also such a great boyfriend and know how to treat his girl well. Those are very clear sings of what sort of enviroment he has grown up in and what sort of example he had at home.

Also Gastón's affinity toward physical affection with people that he loves, I feel like it is also something that he's from his parenst. It has been setting that is demonstrated by them, toward him and towards each other.

Obviously, in my writing, since they still are the parents there are certain lines that I will not cross when it comes to romantic interraction. You can probably guess what

[smolfangirl]

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, not this time

A sound so sweet, of you and me - 12 - First fight

(To the sound of Michael Jackson’s “Bad”) Who’s dead? I certainly am, and if anyone is interested in signing a petition to get only kisses produced by Matteo’s imagination as they’re superior and deadly and... anyway, pm me ^^

Story: In a world where you only know who your soulmate is by calling them by their first name, Matteo soon finds that the smallest words can be the hardest to say.

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Luna.

It hit him out of nowhere. It hit him hard and her name echoed in his mind and punched him in the guts and pulled the ground away from under his feet and it hit him and he felt it in every single cell of his body.

Overwhelming didn’t even begin to describe this feeling.

These feelings.

Her name still echoed in his mind. Everything changed, everything turned blurry, the colors faded on the edge of his vision and –

“Matteo! Hey, chico fresa! Don’t faint on me, okay?”

A hand patted his cheek. Her hand, pulling him back to reality.

A new reality.

He found his voice again, or the shattered remains of it. “Does that… Are you…?”

“Yes.” She sounded nervous, though his head probably projected one of his messy emotions on her. There were still little dots wherever he looked.

“I, I don’t understand, I mean, why, Gastón and…”

“Matteo, breathe. Please. It’s alright.”

He wanted to look at her. He wanted to find some reassurance in the green color of her eyes, in the soft lines of her face that he knew so well. He craved it up to the tips of his fingers, he needed it, he needed it so badly.

But every time he tried, a knot appeared in his throat.

“No, no, it’s not”, he spat out. I can’t even look at you.

She pulled away – it felt weird, wrong, like his left arm removed itself from him. “Are you mad?” An addition hung in the air. At me?

“What? Mad?” The knot in his throat tensed, no chance to swallow it down, even less when he saw how sorrow creased her forehead. Somehow, seeing his little moon lost like that made his heart clench in his ribcage more than... whatever was happening since he said her name.

How could he comfort her when he failed to calm himself down, though? Failed to force his own brain to relax and process this slowly?

“No, I’m not mad. Just confused. Like, really, really confused.” (Mostly confused, while the other emotions laughed at him for not being able to name them.)

A sigh of relief followed, along with her wrapping her arm around him once more. “Do you need a moment?”, she asked.

He muttered a plain “Yes.”

In the silence that settled between them, Matteo searched for the peace of mind he’d felt before saying her name.

Eventually, it got too cold for stargazing on the grass.

She got up and he followed her into the kitchen, where she prepared two cups of tea, never leaving him out of sight. “My mom always makes this for me when I need some comfort”, she said as she stroked his arm. “How are you feeling?”

“Did you know?” The words shot out of his mouth like a firework into the night sky, a spark that hopefully didn’t set her (or their relationship) on fire.

She crumbled into herself when she sat down next to him. The kitchen table was nowhere as huge as the dining table, their knees inevitably bumped into each other. “Yes. No.” She seemed so small, hands around the tea cup and fidgeting with the handle. “I don’t know. A hint, I guess.”

“But you said my name first.”

Steam arose from his cup, the white lines visible in the air. He focused on them, on this one simple thing keeping him from losing his grip on reality.

A laugh hushed over her lips, but it ended as soon as it started. “Remember that day? I was lost in my thoughts and it happened so fast that I didn’t even realize I said it. You know, after everything I heard I thought it’d be easy to tell, a clear yes or not. Not this… something in between. And I was so confused, and I’m sorry, I should’ve called you back, I should’ve told you. But when I woke up the next morning, I thought maybe it wasn’t important. That the only thing important to me was that I liked you, that I liked you so much. So I realized perhaps I should focus on what I could actually influence instead of stressing over this when it didn’t have to matter.”

Matteo felt her touch on his back as he listened to her. For once, her hands stayed on this one spot, no circles or patterns or silent messages. Just a reminder she was there.

“Does it now? Matter?”

She wrapped his hand in hers. Her skin gave off the heat from the cup, it tingled a little bit.

He looked down at their hands. Suddenly, his own seemed so fragile. So small. So lost as he felt.  

“It’s nice to know”, Luna replied. “But honestly? I don’t feel changed. I mean, I always thought I would, and it’s weird to not feel different, if that even makes any sense. But when we were laying outside, I kept thinking that I don’t care if you are my soulmate or not. I don’t need that reason to want to be with you.”

Word after word, they stumbled out of her in a waterfall and gently rinsed him from all the shock and confusion. They freed something inside him that felt much more familiar to Matteo – the beginning he always had hoped for.

A beginning and happiness.

A smile hushed on his face as he turned to her. “So, you’re my soulmate.”

“Looks like it.” She smiled too.

“Don’t tell Gastón, but I like you better, no puns and all.”

The smile turned into a pout, then back into a muffled laugh when she buried her face in his shoulder. “Oh, what a pity, I wanted to rub it in his face.”

“You’ll break his heart.”

Luna huffed. Her lips pressed into the curve of his neck, making him shiver. “He’ll be fine.”

Matteo hummed in agreement. Closed his eyes, focused on the way her mouth felt on his skin.

“And for the record, chico fresa… I’m in love with you too.”

They got ready for bed when he asked her why she never had told him.

“I thought you didn’t care.” Luna sat in front of him on the edge of the bathroom while he brushed her hair. He loved treating her to this little favor that had turned into a routine every time she spent the night. Stroke after stroke filled Luna with a calm she never found during the days. One time, she’d fallen asleep against his back, and in the end, Matteo carried her to his bed.

Right now, he wished someone would brush his hair – her explanation made his stomach twist, he could use some calmness now.

“You never showed any intention of saying mine”, she went on. “I thought this whole soulmate thing was just not important to you, like you’re above all that.”

Luna leaned into his chest and looked up at him, lips half pulled into a smile. “But that’s okay.”

“Wait, you really thought that? How?”

They were still talking when the dawn awakened to paint a spectacular rising sun into the sky.

“Jeez, you two make me lose all appetite.”

Gastón laid his fork down to shake his head at Luna and Matteo, a mix of annoyance and distaste resonating in his tone.

Startled, they threw him a glance. For a Monday noon, he’d been in an extraordinarily good mood so far, but now it all seemed to be gone. “What? We didn’t do anything”, Matteo said. And they hadn’t. Luna didn’t sit on his lap, they didn’t feed each other, they didn’t kiss, they didn’t even talk.

They simply ate lunch.

His best friend snorted. “Those heart eyes are enough. Just do the whole universe a favor and get a room, please. And you always used to complain that Nina and I were bad, tz.” Not giving them a proper chance to protest, he turned to his girlfriend and said, “Something is different between them, right? Like something changed? Or is that just me?”

Matteo let out a relieved sigh. A fake bad mood, no matter in how much dragging it ended, was still indefinitely better than Gastón in a truly bad mood.

Meanwhile, Nina snickered and nudged her boyfriend’s arm. “Come on, give them a rest.”

“I had to deal with this unresolved tension for more than half a year, the least they can do is endure some teasing.”

Matteo and Luna exchanged a glare. A question laid in his eyes and as Luna nodded, it took all his will to not grin at Gastón.

“Do you think something is different, Luna?”, he implored, face as casual as if he talked about the weather. “I think he’s just seeing things.”

Silence.

First, Gastón froze. Nothing moved except for his twitching upper eye lid.

Then, he blinked, like a character in a comic series. (Matteo already heard this typical sound. Wink-wink.)

Next, his jawline dropped. Outright followed gravity.

One more second of silence. Two seconds.

“No way”, he yelped. “You said it? You could actually do that? Like, physically? I can’t believe this, someone punch me, I think I am dreaming, by the stars.”

Later in the Roller, Gastón bought a round for everyone who cared to listen to his announcement about his best friend “coming of age”.

It sounded wrong, but his best friend slash soulmate was so happy, Matteo didn’t dare to stop him.

Two weeks later, Matteo felt safe to say that this was the happiest he’d ever been in his life. Even more accurate, this was the closest thing to perfection he’d ever experienced, as everything in his life settled in nicely.

Only Luna sometimes struggled to understand that.

“Are your parents still gone?” she asked one afternoon when he opened the door to an empty house once again. More interested in stealing one or two or many kisses from her, Matteo shrugged. “Yeah, they texted me it took longer than they expected.”

He leaned in. Luna ducked out of his reach. Looking down into her eyes, he discovered a worried sea. Again.

“Isn’t that lonely?”

“No, why would it? I have you, and Gastón. And the others.”

From her raised eyebrow, he figured she didn’t buy it.

“I mean it”, Matteo gave it another shot, “On the nights you’re not here, Gastón spoons me to sleep. Sometimes, Nina joins too.” She answered his smirk by rolling her eyes. Nonetheless, she tried to hold back a grin, so ultimately, this counted as a win for him.

“You’re an idiot”, she declared.

At least he was an idiot whom she finally allowed to kiss her. After they broke apart, Matteo pressed another peck on her forehead.

“Seriously Luna, I’ve never been happier. I’m okay, really.”

“And you still have Gastón to spoon with, am I right?” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. (For her size, she surely had an appetite.)

“Exactly.”

Luna found him by the lockers. Matteo sat on the bench, hands pulling his skates on his feet. “Chico fresa, what are you doing? Training is at 5pm, we still have time.”

“On the contrary”, he stated and tied the laces. “There’s not much time left until the competition and if we plan on winning, we have to practice a lot more. Ramiro keeps bragging over how great he and Yam work together.”

She sat down, a frown wrinkling her forehead, but her tone reflected amusement. For the first time, Matteo seemed outright nervous about the competition and teasing him about it was a chance too good to miss it.

“What happened to you not caring about winning? Your words, not mine.”

He held in to shoot her a disapproving glare. “That was before we put so much effort into this. And as the king of the rink…”

“Your ego won’t handle a loss?”, Luna chirped in, laughing. Matteo huffed before he stood up, hand extended to her. “My ego is just fine, thank you. But tell me, little moon, are you really refusing to dance with your boyfriend?”

Slapping his hand away, she smirked up at him. “Maybe I am.”

Before Matteo got to answer, Gastón rolled into the room. The sound of his skates along with a hummed melody announced him before he began to talk. “Hey guys, I know you’re there, just warning you I’m here too, so you can get dressed.”

His gaze hushed over to them as he appeared behind the corner. “Oh, good, no one lost their clothes.”

“Yeah, the moon rather breaks my heart”, Matteo complained to his best friend, ignoring the groan from his girlfriend. “Do you want to be my new partner for the competition? I bet a trophy would look great on your shelf.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Matteo”, Luna said while nudging his shoulder.

Well, he wanted to be dramatic and his best friend wouldn’t be his best friend if he didn’t hurry over at his proposal and pull him into a theatrical hug. “Always, my astronaut, always, I thought you’d never ask.”

During their practice session, Luna watched them from the bleachers. Fits of laughter rolled through her body while Matteo and Gastón whirled around. The lifts needed some time to work and it showed that Gastón did the choreography for the first time, but they laughed and laughed, and it was totally worth the fake fight Luna started afterwards.

Silence greeted Matteo when he unlocked the door and entered the house. Weeks of living alone made him expect nothing else. An empty house was not scary to him, it was normal, the quietness haunting every room old as the sea and about as scary as a kitten.

He walked into the living room and turned the TV on. The voices created some welcomed background noise that carried through the opened door into the kitchen. His parents went out with him for dinner at least once a week, so eating at home felt as precious to him as a fancy restaurant dinner felt for Luna. Plus, he could chill in his sweatpants. (There he’d been thinking the hoodies blew Luna’s mind. She had lost it the first time she saw him in other pants than his perfectly fitting jeans.)

Today, however, he felt too exhausted to prepare a meal. Their new trainer, strict and with a posture straighter than a human back could possibly be, pushed them over their limits until his legs lost all feeling. So, he grabbed one of the money bundles his parents left for him and unlocked his phone to order a pizza.

Or that was the plan. Just as he dialed the number from his favorite delivery restaurant, Luna’s number showed up on the screen.

“Hey, solare, what’s up? Miss me already?”

Voices chatted in the background, probably her parents and what sounded like these two silly staff members with more interest in Monica’s cuisine than their work.

“Surely I do, I haven’t seen you in”, a short pause ensued, “Oh no, one and a half hours already!”

“That’s a very reasonable time apart to miss your boyfriend”, Matteo declared while he walked out of the kitchen and threw himself on the couch. His right hand around the phone, he muted the TV and focused on Luna’s voice through the speakers.

(Yes, it’s been one and a half hours, but he still missed her by his side.)

“Okay, so, I know you’re home alone, and I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with us. I asked my parents and we have enough food and you don’t have to sit at home all by yourself.”

Matteo sat up. That was just so Luna, to worry about this despite his constant assuring that he didn’t mind. “That’s really nice”, he replied. “But you don’t need to babysit me tonight, I’ll just watch some Netflix and then go to bed.”

“Babysitting?” she squealed. It sounded angry. Hurt.

“Luna, I am not lonely, this is every teenager’s dream”, he explained, only realizing too late how his words caused more damage than good.

“Still!”, she shot back, voice raised and fierce and mad. “Babysitting? Thank you very much, really.”

Then, the line went dead.

With a groan, Matteo tossed the phone on the couch table, out of his sight.

Not out of his mind.

He stared at the ceiling, the frustration spreading from his tensed chest into his veins. They barely stumbled over disagreements. Or they did, sometimes, when their experiences or opinions shared no common ground and they noticed yet another difference between them. But this always happened in person, and they felt too burdened by the other’s distress to not talk it out immediately.

There’d never been a fight. No shouting at each other, no slammed doors, no walking away without a single word.

This was the first time they ever got close to fighting and honestly? It sucked. It sucked a lot. He hated how his ribcage felt as if it tightened by every minute that passed without a call or a message, he hated how the silence weighed him down.

If Luna was with him now, he would walk up to her and made sure they were okay, that they could find a path to walk along together. But she wasn’t here. She was on the other side of a dead line, angry and mad and annoyed and hurt.

And she was with her parents.

What if they thought he was an idiot now?

No, he exaggerated. His own parents might believe that, given the proper circumstances. Her parents weren’t anything like that.

Her parents weren’t anything like that.

Like that, it hit him.

Perhaps he never truly saw the differences between their families, the way you walked on the same old streets and always looked but never saw anything. Perhaps he’d been strolling down this street, believing he noticed the details, the important things, but missed everything that really mattered.

An empty house didn’t bother him. But Luna struggled to understand that, and until now, he’d stopped at that thought.

Now, he went on.

From the glimpse he got into her family, she never had experienced a lack of support, be it about her interests and passions or about her dreams. She never had gone through needing good grades for a little bit of approval in exchange.

How was she supposed to understand the comfort of no parents around when she never knew the burden on his shoulders that appeared when they were with him?

He should explain this to her, talk to her, and not take a bath in his self-pity. And he should do it now.

Matteo reached for his phone.

Luna answered after the fifth beep. “What?”

“Hey, I’m sorry. Really. I’m coming over if that’s still okay with you.”

Her voice softened a little, yet not enough to completely calm him down. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

He smiled, hoping it would reach her over the line. “I was an idiot, okay? And now your idiot boyfriend is coming over.”

For the second time in his life, Matteo felt anxious to talk to Luna. He reached the Benson mansion too soon with tensed steps and a racing heart that almost broke through his chest as he knocked on the door. So many ways in which this could go wrong, and his brain refused to stop imagining more. She couldn’t open the door or slam it upon seeing him. She could freeze him with angry glares over dinner or he could talk without thinking, only hurting her more.

He didn’t want to hurt her, ever.

Footsteps like Luna, like not-mad Luna echoed in the hallway, coming closer. Matteo took a deep breath, depicted the crispy air blowing out all thoughts, all tension. Another deep breath.

The door opened.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Matteo drew another deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry I made that joke, I didn’t realize it was that important to you and that you don’t understand how much I like them gone because you never met them and… I’m sorry.”

Now it was Luna’s turn to take a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re here”, she replied and pulled him into a hug. He sighed at the pressure of her body against his, kissed her hair. “Me too.”

“Why don’t you come in and after dinner, you tell me about your parents?”

They ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Until that day, Matteo had no idea about a living room for the employees, since their life in the mansion so far had always revolved around the kitchen. But Luna had lead him to a small and cozy room up the stairs, where she searched through a few drawers for the photo albums of her childhood. They began at the day of her adoption, with her adorable two years old, and lead up to the last days in Cancún – the evidence of a life full of love and warmth, just like Luna herself.

Her cheeks turned red as he turned the pages. He chuckled and told her there was nothing to be embarrassed about, not adding how, upon chubby cheeks and dorky ponytails, he melted in his adoration for her.

He woke up with Luna curled on top of him. Silence settled in the room, only a clock and Luna’s calm, steady breaths filling the air. He felt safe and sound, and he wondered how it could be that his own home never had offered him this feeling in the depth in which she did.

And then, his phone unlocked to three messages of his dad.

“Where have you been?”

Matteo hadn’t even closed the door behind him yet wanted to flee back into Luna’s arms. With closed eyes, he took a deep breath. Remembered her lips on his forehead. Remembered her soft goodbye for the night. Then, he walked into the living room.

“I was at my friend’s house. Actually, at my girlfriend’s house.”

His mother sighed at him. Either in exhaustion from the flight (likely) or in dislike of his answer (more likely) – it was hard to tell. Her make-up covered any possible proof of sleep deprivation.

A glance to his father didn’t help either. The coldness and restraint in his expressions, shaped by his work, allowed no interpretation of his emotional state. Once again, what helped his parents to earn money only impeded Matteo’s life.

(And worse, he felt the urge to jump to Luna’s defense when they not even knew her name.)

“What? She’s my soulmate, there’s nothing wrong with us spending time together.”

“No, there isn’t”, his mother agreed.

He’d feel happier if her tone made him less suspicious. That, and her lack of interest in who he dated and which family she came from and all the other details they once were eager to learn about Ámbar.

“Matteo, tomorrow your mother and I need to have an important talk with you, but for now we would like to get some rest.” His dad nodded in the direction of the stairs.

It sounded like a threat. Perhaps they’d tell him he wasn’t good enough, he needed to improve his grades, quit skating or seeing Luna or whatever else they deemed inappropriate. But whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good.

And for that he had left Luna to sleep alone.

[sasayan]

melt for me

A/N: So this is it: the last fic of 2017! It’s connected to my previous fic burn for you, although I’m unsure of how clear that connection is. Originally, it was meant to be about the same length, too, but since I’ve written two fics so far focusing on Matteo’s feelings (you give me a reason, something to believe in & burn for you), it only seemed right to let this one be a little bit longer. (And totally not because I couldn’t bring myself to cut any more scenes ...)

You can read burn for you here.

Summary: She’s always been a firm believer in the goodness in people.

Word count: 3.3k

i.

Outside her open window the rain has turned into a drizzle.

The morning is early; hours left until her alarm will go off, the world quiet and tranquil. She doesn’t understand why she’s still awake. Her bed is cozy and warm, and combined with the calming background noise from the rain, it’s the perfect setting for any normal teenager who won’t function properly if she doesn’t get enough sleep. She can already hear her mother’s worried questions that surely will ensue at the sight of her tired eyes and sluggish movements.

It’s not her fault, not really; she didn’t choose this. She never chose to fall for someone who can be so frustrating. Never agreed to put her name on a binding contract stating that her heart’s forever his to hold.

All of this reminds her of when she was a child and learned that the moon is in control of the tide. Now it seems that, despite her namesake, she is the one without any control. She’s being pulled back to Matteo over and over again, unable to stop herself. A wave forced to meet the shore. A pendulum swinging back and forth between I can’t stand you and You’re the only one I want.

Disliking Matteo (or trying not to be in love with him, which is more accurate) is like swimming against the current; an impossible task that weakens her, wears her down. She’s navigating a sea she’s never sailed before, lost without any maps to guide her. Emotions are crashing into her, attacking from every direction, threatening to pull her under into the deep blue.

She really, really, really misses him.

She really, really, really shouldn’t.

So this must be how the ocean feels, she reflects as she tosses and turns in her bed, wide-awake as ever. There’s no bitterness or resentment to it. Being bitter won’t solve anything.

Neither will being sad, but this situation has left her powerless.

ii.

Matteo’s asleep.

Which leads to two thoughts.

One: no rational person would take a nap in the park with all their friends present as if it were a totally normal thing to do.

Two: he has no right whatsoever to look this beautiful when he isn’t even conscious. (Which isn’t necessarily something negative. If she called him beautiful, and he heard her, he’d be unbearable.)

His eyes are closed, his lips set in a neutral line, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The foliage above them has created an intricate pattern on his face, and she’s studying the delicate shadows on his cheeks. Bittersweet memories of carefree smiles and timid kisses flicker in her mind.

It’s been three months since they broke up. Strange how the world can move on while she’s stuck, frozen in the same place emotionally. There have been instances when they appear to be alright again. When he’s the snob who’s got nothing to lose and she’s the girl with the clueless heart. When they’re laughing like old friends. Exchanging teasing remarks like a second nature.

“Luna,” says a female voice in the periphery, “are you even listening?”

“Mmm?” She tears her eyes away from Matteo. Only now comes the realization that she’s been staring at him like some kind of creep.

Nina and Gastón are both watching her, now standing up. Everyone else has gotten up and left.

“We’re going to get some food,” Nina explains, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder. “Do you want anything?”

“I don’t–I’m fine. Not really hungry.”

“Good, because someone has to stay and keep an eye on Matteo.” Gastón grins. “Can’t leave him all alone, can we? Besides, you appear to be doing an excellent job of that already.”

Her face heats up. Gastón means well – of course he does – but some things he should keep to himself, no?

Nina smiles apologetically. “We’ll be back soon,” she says, and throws Luna one last glance before she and Gastón catch up with the rest of the group, leaving her alone with Matteo. Her gaze drifts towards him.

Is he really not awake?

She tilts her head to the side, examines his expressionless face. He certainly looks like he’s sleeping. Peaceful and without any worries. There’s an itching sensation in her fingertips; a longing to reach out, to touch. She looks away. Picks at a few straws of grass, then balls up her hands into fists until the pain of fingernails digging into skin is stronger than the temptation.

She’s promised herself that she won’t get drawn in by his charms again – a promise she continues to break in one way or another, but it’s always easier said than done, isn’t it?

What is it with Matteo that’s so fascinating anyway? He’s the most infuriating person she’s ever met. Arrogant and self-absorbed and smug. He can be mean to a point that’s almost unbelievable.

But she knows him now, truly knows him, even though he insists that she doesn’t. She knows the sentimental boy that exists beneath the pretense, and all that he’s capable of once he puts his pride aside.

Eight minutes later when he wakes up, she’ll tell him about the others’ absence and he’ll give her some witty (and perhaps also a little bit flirty) comment, which will make her smile, even though she shouldn’t let it.

iii.

She’s always been a firm believer in the goodness in people.

As she’s gotten older she’s learned the hard way that some people don’t deserve that kind of undying faith. In some cases, they don’t get lured in by the darkness – they willingly seek it out.

Matteo doesn’t belong to that category. He has too good of a heart for it to ever be true. It’s not wishful thinking, it’s a fact. While he has provided her with plenty of reasons to give up on him already, there’s still something lingering, telling her that she’s doing the right thing by holding on.

However, a person who never (or rarely) admits he’s wrong won’t change his mind overnight, which means that there’s nothing left she can do but hope. Waiting for an apology is awfully a lot like wandering through the desert and expecting rain. How long will it take until shades of gray are clouding up the skies? She’s getting tired of the drought.

One day she runs into him while walking home from school. They talk, and it’s … simple. Like it used to be. Before the fights and the lies and the pain. Before love entered her life and made his voice the soundtrack of all of her daydreams.

“I’m sorry,” he says out of nowhere.

She stops in her tracks, stunned. Matteo’s face doesn’t give anything away. His eyes are looking into hers, determined yet gentle.

“If you’re ever going to believe anything I say, let it be this: I’m sorry, Luna, I truly am. For everything.”

Usually, he’d tell her so many things that she wouldn’t be able to keep up – not today. The simplicity cuts deeper than any long-winded speech ever could. Luna doesn’t know what to do, what to say, or even what to feel. Thoughts are spinning in her head far beyond the preferred speed limit.

Matteo keeps looking at her like he’s searching for something; perhaps some kind of sign that she’ll give him a reply. When she doesn’t, he nods, as if she’s spoken anyway, and breaks eye contact. He mumbles a “see you later”, and leaves before she has the chance to stop him.

iv.

“Can you just … hold me?”

She waits. It might have been stupid – really, really stupid – to ask that sort of thing of him. He’d just come to remind her that the rink is closing for the night, and her careless mouth acted before her brain could produce a suitable response.

To her surprise (and yes, relief, great relief), he wraps his arms around her without uttering a word, and she holds him as tightly as she dares to. She allows herself one minute of this; one short minute in which she can close her eyes, breathe in his scent, and forget about the line they’re not supposed to cross.

(If she makes a plea to the stars, begs the universe with all her might, will it show her something reliable?

Again, again, again, comes a greedy whisper from within her rib cage, I want this again.)

She lets go of him. Takes a small step back, and leaves her hands hanging in the air between them, palms turned upwards. It doesn’t take long before Matteo does the same, and for a moment it’s all they do; comparing their hands and the veins on their wrists that run like rivers underneath skin.

“Hey, delivery girl,” he says softly, and her eyes sting with unshed tears. “I won’t make promises I can’t keep, but I can promise you one thing. I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you happy, even if it’s not with me.”

“Stop,” she says, sniffling, blinking repeatedly so she won’t cry. “Don’t say that.”

Matteo stays silent. He takes her hands in his. She can’t meet his gaze, terrified she’ll see something in it that she isn’t ready for. Whatever he might come up with next, she’s got something she needs to do first. If she doesn’t listen to her heart now, she’ll regret it for the rest of her life.

“You know what would make me the happiest?” she manages to ask him. “You and me. A second chance. I know we could make it work.”

He contemplates it. “Do you want me to …?”

Seconds pass, and he doesn’t finish the sentence, but she hears the ending echo inside of her: Do you want me to stay?

“More than anything.” She sounds exactly like she’s feeling on the inside; desperate, pining, hopeful. Always hopeful. “Please, Matteo.”

“Luna …” he starts, and she prepares for the worst. If he’s being this apprehensive, she almost wishes he’d put an end to her misery quick. Rip off the band-aid so the pain will be brief.

(Has she stopped breathing? Has all of the air escaped the room? Her lungs suddenly feel very, very empty.)

She musters up enough courage to look up at his face. And God was she right – nothing could’ve prepared her for what she finds in his dark eyes.

Matteo opens his mouth. This is really happening. He’s really going to reject her, tell her she’s crazy for saying they should be together again, that they’ve been down this road before, that even though they love each other it’s not enough, and how can it possibly–

“I’m all yours.” A pause, and then, in a lower voice, even though they’re alone: “I don’t think I ever stopped being yours.”

Hearing this, she loops her arms around his neck, and he hugs her close to him, his hands gently stroking her back as she begins to cry.

v.

There’s still some hesitation drifting around.

Well, hesitation isn’t the right word – mindfulness, that’s what she’s sensing.

Maybe it’s the open wounds that haven’t been sealed yet. Maybe it’s the ice they’ve guarded themselves with that has to melt first. Whatever the cause is, it’s made their relationship different this time around. They’re not older by much, but they’ve learned their lesson. They communicate openly now. Make an effort to work through their issues, to see eye to eye. Luna tries to not be so stubborn. Matteo tries listening to other people (emphasis on tries – she swears the boy’s a master at pushing her buttons). She doesn’t put too high expectations on him. He doesn’t take her for granted.

Sometimes she gets the feeling that he thinks she’s too good for him, and it sinks deep into her core. He treats her as though there’s a glowing halo over her head, like she’s his salvation, the answer to his prayers. It’s so heavy – the appearance of always being the strong one – but for him, she’ll bear it. She’d do anything to make him understand that she loves him as much as he loves her, that she wants him beside her, for life.

Yes, he’s a bit of a jerk sometimes. And yes, he can get jealous for no apparent reason. And yes, his snobbish attitude–

Point is, she doesn’t love him in spite of his flaws. If he wasn’t all these things, he wouldn’t be the same person, and then she never would have fallen for him to begin with.

Even when he’s driving her absolutely crazy, she knows she wouldn’t have it any other way.

vi.

(The first time she says “I love you” in Italian, he looks like he might cry.

And then he’s smiling, grinning, actually, and Luna’s heart is flooded with emotion, pure and forceful and right.)

vii.

There’s a storm going on outside, wind raging and raindrops drumming against the windows. Their dark bedroom is a safe haven, light coming from the open door so it’s not completely pitch black.

It’s one of those nights again; Matteo just crumbles. He’s quiet, deep in thought, criticizing himself for whatever recent mistake he’s made. He’s allowing himself to be vulnerable – if only for a moment.

Luna presses a feather-light kiss to his shoulder. If she could chase away the hurt, kiss it better, she would. She cups his face in her hands, his stubbled jaw slightly rough against her skin, and looks into his eyes. She searches her brain for a consolation that won’t sound like pity.

In the end, she whispers, “I believe in us. I believe in you.” Not because it’s a statement that shouldn’t be said out loud, but because it’s so, so important. He’ll hear it regardless of the volume.

And Matteo doesn’t speak, but the look in his eyes says it all.

viii.

“So, what do you think? Do you like it?”

“Like it?” Her smile must be on the same level as the sun in terms of brightness. “It’s the best song I’ve ever heard!”

He adjusts the guitar in his lap, grinning. “You say that about all of my songs.”

“Because I love them all, duh,” she replies. “Could you play it again?”

As soon as she hears the first few chords, the initial excitement rushes through her body once more. She can’t believe he wrote a song for their first wedding anniversary. Or, okay, that isn’t entirely true – she just can’t believe he still finds new ways to use his music to tell her how much he loves her. You’d think he’d be done flattering her with his lyrics by now.

They haven’t quite sobered up from the red wine they had earlier, sitting on the living room floor instead of the furniture (how they ended up there, she can’t remember, though she suspects it has something to do with the alcohol). She listens attentively to the words he’s singing, his voice smooth and clear. It’s a beautiful song; meant to give her serenity and soothe her fears.

She starts singing along to the chorus once she gets the hang of it. Somewhere towards the end of the song, one of them messes up the lyrics (they try to blame each other the next day when discussing it … but it’s probably her), which leads to the other one snickering, and not long after that, they’re both lying sprawled on the floor, laughter erupting from them, loud and unfiltered.

Once the amusement has settled, she crawls over to him. Plants a kiss or two or seven all over his face. Takes the guitar from his grip and puts it away, so that he can hold her instead. The floor is uncomfortable as hell, but they’re too caught up in their cuddling to care.

He kisses her forehead, then the tip of her nose. Her eyes close as he brushes his lips against hers, a brief touch before he moves on to her jaw, up to her ear, releasing a low chuckle when she makes a noise of disapproval, because he shouldn’t tease her and yet he does. So he brings his mouth back to hers. Mumbles a couple of I love you’s that she echoes back to him before giving her a long kiss, filled with so much intensity that she wouldn’t be surprised if there are stars and planets and rainbows drawn in a colorful cartoon style surrounding them.

And she thinks, as they are so close to each other they are almost one, hearts beating in sync, that she wouldn’t trade this for anything else in the world.

(Or the galaxy.)

(Or anything beyond that.)

ix.

Their love is evergreen.

Not in the sense that it’s perfect all year round, but in that it can persevere the harshness of even the coldest winter, and live to see another spring.

He describes loving her as fire; exhilarating and unpredictable and warm. Like a rollercoaster ride. Rays of sunshine on bare shoulders. Smiling wide until it physically hurts. Fireworks in the sky and sparks in their eyes. Never knowing what to expect, but enjoying every second of it.

Although it pleases her, knowing the effect she has on him, her perspective on it is not very similar to his. In the things he blames emotional turmoil, she discovers a sanctuary. Loving Matteo is hearing a song that sounds like home. A harmony that speaks to the soul. A pair of watercolors fading into each other to create something new.

She’s energetic, always in motion, a hurricane of dreams and ideas. Matteo keeps her focused, steadies her with encouraging words and comforting touches.

They thought they were so different from each other – have been told that through the years by strangers as well as friends – but nowadays they know better. Matteo is just as brave as Luna; his passion just as vibrant as hers.

Perhaps that’s why they work so well together.

x.

“You’re the best,” he says as he walks into the kitchen, where she’s pouring a bag of potato chips into a bowl.

“What, isn’t the number one spot saved for you?” she teases.

There’s a shout coming from the living room, where most of their friends have gathered for the evening, and they both turn their heads, as if they can see through the walls. When it seems to be nothing serious, they look at each other again.

“It was …” Matteo leans slightly back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. His expression is one of her favorites; the perfect combination of charismatic and smug. “… until I met you, and realized I was wrong.”

“Matteo, Matteo.” She shakes her head. “Sweet-talking won’t get you anywhere.”

He smirks, holding up his left hand and pointing to his ring finger as if she doesn’t already know there’s a wedding band on it. “This thing right here would beg to differ.”

“Oh my, how can I argue such foolproof logic,” she says, a tenderness in her voice, and he smiles, wide and content. So she smiles, too, because what else can she do? It’s impossible to resist when he looks this happy.

“I mean it. You’re the best, Luna. The best person in the entire universe.”

A small laugh slips out of her. “Don’t let Gastón hear you say that.” She puts her arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her closer. She kisses his cheek. “You have your moments, too.”

“Thank you,” he replies, and she senses that he isn’t only referring to their current conversation, but something else. Something greater. A larger-than-life-kind of thing, possibly.

(The implication could’ve scared her, but not today, not here, with all their friends present, and the feeling in their guts that everything’s slowly falling into place.)

“No problem,” she says right as people start cheering and shouting about something that’s going on in the other room.

Matteo raises his eyebrows, but other than that, he doesn’t react to the sudden stream of loud noises, just continues holding her gaze.

She kisses him, softly. “I’ve got you, and you’ve got me, remember? Simple as that.”

He smiles and she smiles back and soon they’re kissing again.

[lifesruiner]

There’s nothing holding me back

Sooo, this is gonna be a multichapter bc I am too lazy to think about 5 different ideas for this thing but I really wanted to participate, this is a really mess and no proofread it at all bc, when will I do? Hope you don’t hate it 

-II don’t wanna go -She sighed to her best friend who was just looking at her amused 

-We have to, all, otherwise we won’t look like a consolidated pack -Simón pulled one loose straw of her hair behind her ear 

-I know, but .. ugh -Luna was frustrated, but more that frustrated anxious -I don’t like to meet vampires, they are just so....

-Vampires? -He replyed amused and both laughed 

-You know what I mean Simon, why do we have to talk to them? -She pouted and Simon just boop her nose to make her giggle 

-Because this is their territory since god knows how many years, and people told me they are actually chill -Simon reconsidered the term, because vampires are never chill -I mean they aren’t as problematic as others, so if they accept to have us here we won’t have to go from town to town running away from hunters 

-And why don’t go just the two leaders? -Luna questioned him, she was scared yes, the whole past encounters with vampires never ended good 

-I asked that and he said that they need to know every werewolf of the pack, and Luna it’s their conditions, so stop whinning and let’s go, it’s almost time -He said standing up and she rolled her eyes following him 

They arrived with 10 minutes of anticipation, vampires weren’t known to be patiente beings so they stayed in formation until that time, first Simon alfa of the pack with Luna, his best friend by his right side, they grew up together after their parents were killed by hunters and that’s why they were that close, on the other side they were Pedro and Nico, Simon´s best friends also, the four of them were the first werewolves in the pack and behind Luna there was Nina, her best friend, the newest member and beside to her Jim and Yam they entered the pack just some weeks before Nina. Theyhave been a pack just for a little bit longer than a year that’s why they were still looking places to consolidate themselves.

When they felt some light steps they knew the vampire crew was coming, and they apperead in front of their eyes in less than 2 seconds, Luna took some seconds to scan them all, she started with the ones  in the back, they were two girls one brunette and one read headed, like all vampires they looked like straight out of a magazine no matter how old they were, not like werewolves, (puberty wasn’t really nice to them) then there were two brunettes guys one tall and the other one was the shorter of the group but was the only one that wasn’t looking at them with superiority, and in the front there was a girl and a boy, and Luna swore she had never seen anyone more beautiful in her life, the girl was blonde with blue eyes and looked like an angel and was hugging herself to the other guy who looked like a greek god, her hair was curly, that kind of curly you want to stroke and his skin was actually tanned, she didn’t even knew vampires could be tanned, and his eyes were deep brown, so deep that it’s hard for you to stop looking at them but when Luna realized he was staring at her back and smirking, a wave of heat went throught all her body making her look away fast, and stepping back of Simon to try to hide the blush on her face. 

-Thank you for accept to meet us -Simon was the first talk taking a step forward -I’m Simon -He said offering her hand and for a second Luna thought they would ignore it, but the other guy took also a step forward with the blonde still hugged to his arm and shook his hand 

-I’m Matteo -He said with a raspy voice, it was surely an accent but Luna couldn’t knew exactly what was -An they are my crew, Ambar -He pointed to the girl on his arm 

-His fiancé- she said and  just gave them something that could be barely descripte like a grin and Luna felt something in her stomach she never felt before, and surely she couldn’t describe 

-Ramiro -Matteo kept introducing the tall guy nodded -Gastón - the short guy waved at them with a very warm smile and Luna couldn’t help but gave him another one back -And Delfi and Jazmin -He pointed the brunette and the red headed respectively 

-Nice to meet you all, this is my pack, she is Luna -Simón said pointing at her and she tried her best to give them a sincere smile but when her eyes found Matteo’s her sight went inmediatly to the floor -Nico, Pedro, Nina, Jim and Yam -They all nodded as greet 

-Same, so straght to the point, why are we here? -Matteo asked taking control of the meeting

-We are what you can call a new pack and we are looking for a place to stablish ourselves, and we heard that you are one of the few of the vampires crews that doesn’t like to fight... 

-No, we love it -Ambar interrupted him with a cold grin that gave Luna chills

-Ignore her, please go on -Matteo said uninterested in Ambar and she pouted resting her chin back on his shoulder 

-Well, basically we heard that this is your territory and that you are not problematic and we would like to know if we could stablish ourselves here -Simon finished and Matteo’s eyes traveled throught the whole pack stopping on Luna on what seemed an eternity to her, then he went back to Simon -Do anyone have any good reason for them to not stay? -Matteo asked loud to his crew but without taking his sight out of Simon 

-Besides the fact that they are werewolves? -Jazmin said with a clear disgusted tone and Delfi bumped her with her elbow not subltle at all 

-No valid reasons, great then, one thing -Matteo said letting himself go from Ambar’s grip and started to walk all around the werewolf pack -People here is nice, we don’t hurt them, we protect them -Luna smiled hearing that, working side to side with vampires to protect people was an ideal that she never thought possible -North, East of the forest is ours to hunt, you can keep south and west, if you past that territory we won’t go after you, but we won’t trust you,and if we don’t trust eachother what is going to happen? -Matteo asked standing in front of Nina but the poor girl couldn’t say a word even if she would want to 

-War -Ambar said with a big smile on her face

-That’s right, war, and we don’t want that, right sweaty? -Matteo asked Nina again who just shook her head in denial -One last thing, try to keep your blood inside you, sobrenatural blood gives us a hard time to control ourselves -Matteo said very close to Luna’s ear making her do a little jump on her spot -And if that it’s all, we’ll see you around -Matteo said standing back next to Ambar 

-We’ll see you then -Simon nodded to Matteo and with that they dissapeared of their sight.

Once the meeting ended they could finally stablish in a big old manor  of the town that they found close to the montains where they were supposed to hunt and during the dinner they reunited all again to talk like every night 

-So, what did you think about the vampires? -Pedro asked to everyone 

-They weren’t that bad -Simon replyed nonchalanty 

-They weren’t? -Nina asked shocked, Luna knew how anxious Nina gets about everything and she was sure she never dealed with vampires before 

-You still have your blood in your body, so no they weren’t the worst vampires I’ve seen -Nico said a little mad, and Nina just nodded shy remembering how Nico’s little sister was killed by vampires 

-Yes they were kind of assholes, but what vampire isn’t? -Pedro joked to light the tension 

-Plus, there are mortals that are assholes too so I don’t think they are the worst beings -Yam agreed 

-And they looked actually, nice.. I guess -Jim said not sure if nice was the word she was looking for -Besides from the blonde and the ginger, they didn’t seem like hate us 

-The Gaston one looked actually really nice -Nina said in a low voice and they all could see a little blush on her cheeks 

-Oooh little Nina has a crush on little vampire dude? -Pedro said amused and Nina’s little blush turned into a whole tomato face 

-Wha... what? What are you talking about? Of course not -Nina rambled nervous trying to defend herself 

-I hope not, because you know a relationship between a werewolf and a vampire won’t work, never -Nico stated serious 

-Why won’t work out? If there’s true love nothing else matter -Jim said as the hopeless romantic she was 

-Because we get old and die while they stay like that forever, do you think that when you are 50 that guy looking like 20 would want to stay with you? to kiss you? to sleep with you? and even if he’s want to, wouldn’t be totally selfish to let them watch you die while they keep here? -Nico answered and they all stayed silence for a second knowing he was telling the truth 

-That’s harsh, but it’s true, that’s why they all stay with people of their kind, like Matteo and Ambar -Pedro said nodding and Luna couldn’t help but let a little disgusted sound out that only Simon percibied 

-And what about you? -He asked to Luna intrigued -You’ve been weirdly quiet since we got back 

-I have nothing to say, I think the same, assholes but could be worse so I really don’t care -She shrugged them off 

-Didn’t you care how much Matteo was staring at you? -Yam questioned in that pitchy voice she always used to talk about guys to her 

-Oh my god, I thought I was the only one who saw that, but he was totally eating you with those perfect brown eyes -Jim said joining her and they all laughed except Luna who just looked at them a little bothered 

-You are delirious -Luna said standing up 

-Where are you going? -Simon asked still chuckling about the girls behaviour 

-Walk around a little, get to know the twon maybe -She realized that Simon was about to offered himself to walk her so she interrupted even before he could say a word -Alone 

-But you are new here, it could be dangerous -Nina said worried for her best friend, though she was always worried about something 

-I think I can handle it myself -Luna said showing her claws and walked off the manor