#simbar fic

[hide-in-imagination]

Simón proposes to Ámbar one morning in their apartment, and then later that day, they're celebrating their engagement.

"Mine," he says, moving inside her, their fingers intertwined because that way he can feel the ring. "Yours," he says, because he is, and kisses her. "Forever."

Ámbar laughs at his excitement, which has very little to do with the activity they're participating in and much more with just happiness for what's to come.

"We're not married yet," she reminds him.

"A technicality that I'd rectify in the nearest law office right now if you let me," he rasps out before continuing the hundred kisses he's pressing all over her.

Ámbar thinks about that for a minute. About how they'd known they wanted to get married for years. About how she'd just been waiting for him to pop the question to say yes. About how she'd never been more sure about anything.

"What if we do?"

Simón stops moving.

Their eyes meet, and they're both breathless, but the reason for it is changing quickly.

"What?"

"Find the nearest law office." Her heart is pounding, and it's not fear, it's anticipation. "We could call any of our friends to stand as witnesses and they'd be there in a second."

Simón's eyes search her own for her level of seriousness.

"Our families would kill us if we get married and they weren't there."

"I still want a big wedding," Ámbar tells him. "We can invite everyone then. We could have it in Cancún so even your extended family could make it. But in the meantime, we could already be married in paper."

Simón is still looking at her like he isn't sure if he should let himself believe this.

His hips roll of their own will, and a flutter of pleasure goes through both of them, reflected on their faces.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

He gains momentum. "You want to marry me?"

Ámbar laughs through the resumed lack of air. "I already said yes."

"Fuck." He kisses her like he's going to die. "I love you, I love you, I love you—"

Ámbar keeps laughing joyfully until the moans don't let her.

After, when they'd come down, Simón asks her again, just in case her decision had been affected by the flood of hormones.

Ámbar assures him it wasn't.

Later that afternoon, they get married at sunset.

Simón left his country when he was eighteen.

Ámbar had a history of acting before thinking.

They both believe this is the best impulsive decision they have ever made.

...

..

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[assim-eu-sou]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is an AU in which Simón and Ámbar are both students at a fine arts school. Simón is studying composition, and Ámbar is studying dance. They’ve gotten to know each other rather well, but nothing has transpired between them except tension you could cut with a knife. Simón has a penchant for going off to explore the city, often to find inspiration for his music. Finally, after he has asked her many times, Ámbar caves and decides to accompany him. as they’re walking through the park, inspiration strikes...

[dandelion-girl]

I hate you, I love you - Simbar

So one person asked for Simon’s POV and another asked for Ámbar’s so there is a bit of both, though I wanted this one to have some of Ámbar’s feeling, so her part is bigger. You will see.

Hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. It’s always nice to know what you are thinking. Even if it’s something you want to suggest, if its a critic, go for it.

Proofread but you see any mistakes, don’t hesitate telling me! Enjoy!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Part 5

 Simón’s POV

When I pull into the driveway of the mansion, I realize Ámbar is asleep. She looks so peaceful, so calm, nothing like the boiling Ámbar who was screaming at me just 10 minutes ago. Sleeping Ámbar is different from any other Ámbar. There is no evil in her face, no plotting, no worrying about being the best or anything like that. She would look like an angel, if it weren’t for the consequences of the rain. Which makes me remember I can’t stay here looking at her. I need to wake her and take her inside. She needs a tea and a warm bath as soon as possible, or at least to get out of her wet clothes.

I take my hand to her face, caressing her cheek, trying to wake her smoothly. No response. I lean closer to her, stroking the wet locks from her face and whisper “Ámbar we are here…”

She smiles still asleep, then blinks and opens her eyes. So beautiful and blue. Her peaceful features turn into confused ones while she returns to a sitting position.

“Hey… We arrived the mansion. Let’s get you inside.” I whisper.

She shakes her head, probably clearing her thoughts and embraces herself with my coat, then taking her hand to the zipper.

“No, no… Keep it until we get inside, okay?” She nods, agreeing.

“Thank you…” She agrees, her voice weak and rusty. She looks outside and then turns quickly to me.

“Can you.. Uh… Forget it…”

“What is it, Ámbar?” I ask, placing my hand in her shoulder but quickly retracting it.

“I don’t want them to see me like this...” She admits looking down and sniffs.

I chuckle and her eyes come back to my face. “I knew it… Just let me…” She raises her eyebrows, attitude filling her whole self. She didn’t like my reaction and places her hand on the door knob. I grab her other hand.

“Ámbar, don’t take me wrong. I wasn’t laughing at you; I was just laughing because you are being silly! You don’t, I mean you can’t be perfect all the time! And those people won’t judge you for being caught up with the rain…”

She shrugs and nods. “You are right. I should probably get going. Thanks for bringing me.” She sadly smiles. I frown and raise my eyebrows as well. “Oh no, Ms. Ámbar not so fast! I am personally taking you inside and making sure you don’t do anything else stupid.”

She smirks and this time her smile reaches her eyes. She reaches for the door knob again. “No! Wait!” I exclaim making her freeze in her place.

I grab the umbrella from the back seat and jump outside, running to the passenger door.

I open it and a radiant smile brightens up her face.

She steps outside and gets under the umbrella with me. I pick up her bag and she silently thanks me.

I made sure not to park far from the door so in a matter of seconds we are there.

 Ámbar’s POV

 I pick the bag from Simón and unzip one of the pockets, taking the keys out. I open the door and Simón follows me inside. Luna who is sitting on the couch turns to us.

“Ámbar!? Simón!?” She exclaims and gets up, heading towards us.

“Oh My… You are soaking wet!” She states, covering her mouth with her hands in surprise. “What happened to you guys?”

“I found her when I was driving home and gave her a lift.” Simón replies, shrugging. He acts like it was no big deal, as if it was as simple as he states.

Monica and Miguel come out of the kitchen as well. “Luna who’s here? Oh… Ms Ámbar!? What happened?” Monica asks, mimicking her daughter’s reaction.

I sigh not having much patient for any of this and sit on the couch, resting my head in its arm.

I hear Simón talking to Luna’s parents, but I can’t really focus. My mind keeps replaying all that happened until us arriving here. He was nice to me. Well a strange kind of nice, he was obviously still angry at me and told some pretty hurtful things, but overall it seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me. Was it my impression? Was it pitty? Was it really care? What was it? And how did he find me? And when did he start driving?

So many questions and I had zero strength to find answers for them. I just wanted things to go back to when it was just the two of us and no problems… But being honest to myself, that only lasted a day… The day of our first date. The day of our first (and only) kiss.

I close my eyes and sigh. Before Simón found me, I had been walking for about 15 minutes. I was now used to taking myself around the city, simply by skating or walking there. I didn’t want or enjoy using of our driver, it made me lose some freedom I wasn’t willing to let go of. So, when it started raining I decided, I would figure myself out of the situation. But things got out of control and before I knew it, I was lost in the middle of the rain, not really knowing where to take shelter. Until Simon arrived.

I feel a blanket being thrown over me and open my eyes, by my side is Alfredo who is smiling down at me. “This is to keep you warm, child. A tea will be right out for you and I already asked Carolina to prepare you a bath!”

I blink and realize I must have fallen asleep because I didn’t notice when all of this was done. I sit, adjusting the blanket over my legs. Just then, Simón kneels in front of me with a fuming cup in his hands.

“Here, Ámbar. Monica made a tea for you. I told her to make a green tea with lemon. I know you like it. Please don’t change it…”

I take the cup from his hands and take a sip. It tastes like liquid paradise. I couldn’t care less about whatever flavour it was. It’s the best feeling in the world, compared to my wet clothes which are now more uncomfortable than ever.

Simón smiles slightly and gets up. “Drink it all! Then you take a bath and you will be like new in no time. Monica’s teas are miraculous! I already asked Luna to grab some clean clothes from your room, than she can leave them at the bathroom.”

I almost choke with his words and start coughing, shaking my head in the process. “No, no! Tell her not to get in my room!” I am finally able to say.

“But why? Do you want someone else to grab them for you?” Luna asks from the stairs and I cough again. “Do you want me to get the clothes for you?” Alfredo asks.

“It’s just my room is really messy. I don’t want you to see it like that. I will do it myself!” I announce, finishing the drink, then I get up, putting the cup down.

Alfredo stands up as well and places his hands in my shoulders. “Oh… my dear grand-child… Look at you! It’s never a good idea to play in the rain! I know it can be funny but Mother nature as its pranks!” He says winking at me. I half smile and nod agreeing. The words “grand-child” warming my heart.

I turn to Simón. “Well, thank you so much for bringing me here and assuring I was fine. I am sure it must have been a bit hard for you. Which I get. Now I am going upstairs. Please thank Monica for me. See you tomorrow.” I state in my “everything is awesome” usual fake tone, heading as fast as I could upstairs and silently thanking Luna on the way.

There are two reason why I left the room so quickly: one, I really didn’t want anyone in my bedroom. After everything that happened with Luna, only Carolina has seen it and I asked her to be quiet about whatever she saw. The others days when I left I would make sure to lock the room so no one could visit it, especially not Luna or Simón on their little trips. Two, I didn’t want to return Simón’s coat, so I knew distracting him with something or simple vanishing, would assure me a few more hours with it. I would probably have to return it tomorrow because that’s how frequently I know he comes here, which will hurt me much more than if I did now or in the car as I had first planned, but sometimes you have to endure the pain to prolong the happiness a little while longer…

I open the bathroom’s door which is right next to my room and find Carolina is still there.

“Ms. Ámbar. Your bath is set. Let me know if you need anything else.” She states, taking a quick look at me.

“Thanks, Carolina! I think I am fine for now!”

She leaves the bathroom closing the door behind her. I sigh and turn to the mirror, taking in the image of myself. It’s not as bad as I though it would me. My eyeliner is a bit blurred, making it look like I haven’t slept in days, which isn’t far from the thruth. My hair is curlier than usual, after being dried but the car’s heat. Simon’s blue coat is so big it reaches my knees and under it my dress is glued to my skin.

I take off the clothes and climb inside the bathtub.

I have always enjoyed long baths, but today I wasn’t up for it. I wanted to get over with this so I could climb inside my bed and wrap my blankets around me. So in a few minutes I am done. I put on my bathrobe and sit in from of the mirror, removing the rest of the makeup and combing my hair.

I sneeze twice in a row and realize Simon’s predictions were more than right. I was getting sick. Something I think only happened to me twice in my entire life. Once when I was a kid and got a flu after staying outside practicing to make sure my coreo was perfect for my first ever competition, but it was so cold your breath produced smoke; and one time when I got food poisoning because the new employee forgot to check the expiring date. However, I knew it was far from pleasant and it made you weak. I would have to deal with the consequences either way.

I open my bedroom’s door, taking Simón’s coat with me. It’s only 6 pm but I am feeling super tired and don’t really want to put on some “day clothes”. So I take out one of my nightgowns, dressing the coat on top of it.

I hop on bed and cuddle, taking in everything that this provides. Simón is right, my jacket is ridiculous, espeacilly when compared to this fufly, cozy coat of his. And what’s best? It smells like him. If I close my eyes and imagine strongly enough, it almost feels like he is the one hugging me. Like his strong, protective arms are around me, making me feel safe and cared about. I smile, replaying some memories in my head. When it reaches bad memories, I open my eyes. “No, Ámbar… Just stop…”

This might have been a one time thing, this friendliness of Simón. Tomorrow he might be back to his usual cold, and distant figure with me, but today, today I want to keep the worried and bossy Simón in my head. I wanted to remember the good memories. The kisses in the hand, the beautiful words, the compliments, the hugs, the kiss. All of which once made me change and feel like I was wanted. So I turn off the lighs and wrap his coat tighter around me. Today I want to fall asleep thinking that for once, I am not alone.

[mylutteoheart]

An Unforgettable Christmas

So I've been working on this for a long time and it still turned out to be a mess. But I posted anyways because someone would like to read this.

Happy holidays to everyone. Consider this a late christmas present for the people who loved reading this

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Ámbar was excited. She and Simón have been together for almost three years now. They have been living together for over a year. It was their first time celebrating Christmas together. She couldn't wait any longer. He was excited it as well, he was the one who made all the preperations. She helped of course.

They were decorating the christmas tree now. Ámbar never knew how much fun this was. The staff usually set up the tree in the mansion. They were getting all the ornaments out of the boxes. They were all just bought. Neither of them had christmas decorations.

They put the ornaments in the tree one by one. Some of them were very fragile so they were as careful as they could be.

Everything was in the tree except for the star and the lights. Ámbar was the one putting the lights in. She had a lot of trouble with it. She was struggling for almost an hour and Simón couldn't stop laughing because every time she failed. The lights ended up around her. She was getting annoyed at this and she couldn't stop sighing.

After he finally stopped laughing, he went to help her. He tried to untangle the lights around her but it was harder than it looked. He also had trouble. After a very long time. He finally got it. Right before he untangled the last part. He stopped and looked Ámbar in the eyes. She looked back into his. They were standing there, just staring at each other.

Ámbar couldn't take it anymore. She was lucky that her hands were already freed because she pulled him closer and kissed him. He was startled at first but he kissed her back anyway. He supported her head because she was still in a very uncomfortable position because of the lights. Her hands were on his waist, she couldn't wrap them around his neck, she was still stuck. The kiss lasted for a very long time. They both didn't want to pull away but Ámbar had no choice, she nearly fell. Luckily, Simón caught her in time. They were both laughing because of the weird situation. After they were done. He continued to untangle her.

The last thing to put on the christmas tree was the star. They bought a pretty big tree and they realized that this might cause some problems. Neither of them was big enough to reach the top.

They found the perfect solution for this. Simón decided to lift Ámbar. Fortunately, he didn't have to lift her too high. He picked her up and with a lot of effort, she was able to put the star on top of the tree.

Somehow, the Mexican boy slipped and fell. Ámbar was lucky enough to fall on top of her boyfriend. They were both shocked but didn't hold in their laughs. How is it possible that they always find themselves in the weirdest situation? They didn't mind though, they loved it.

"I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" she asked as they got up because he flinched in pain.

"Don't worry. I'll be okay but next time we set up the tree, I'm going to buy a ladder for both our sakes " he jokingly answered. She let out a small laugh at this.

It was finally christmas. Simón woke up early because he was very excited. He wanted this day to be special for so many reasons.

The first thing he did when he woke up was putting his presents under the tree. This had to be done a certain way and she couldn't know about it.

He just finished all the things he had to do when she woke up. He was anxious about her reaction when she walked into the living room.

"Where did all these presents come from? She asked when she saw how many gifts there were lying under the tree.

"Our friends sent them over." he came up with a lie.

The rest of the day was a day like all the other days until dinner. Simón prepared the entire dinner. She felt guilty that she didn't help at all but he said that it was okay.

Ámbar never tasted anything this delicious. She loved every bite and she made sure her boyfriend knew.

After doing the dishes. They sat down on the couch with a glass of champagne. It was finally time to open up the presents.

Simón got to open his first. He was very curious about what she got him. He opened up the present as fast as he could.

His face lit up when he saw the gift. It was a snow ball with two people on skates in it. There was a blonde girl and brown haired guy in it.

"Wow. This is so beautiful. I love it." he was almost speechless.

"It was handmade. I wanted to give you something that you will never forget." she said with a bright smile on her face.

"This must have cost a fortune." he looked at it with big eyes and an open mouth.

"It was nothing." she tried to shrug it off like it was no big deal.

"Thank you so much, bonita." to thank her, he gave her a short yet passionate kiss.

"Now it's my turn." she said after they pulled apart.

Simón gave her the biggest box that was there.

She smiled at him and started to open the present. When she was done, she opened the box and saw that there was a smaller bix in it. She frowned because she didn't understand at all.

"Go on. Open it." he encouraged her.

So she did but when it was open, the same thing happened with the previous box. This went on for almost five boxes until she finally came across the last box. It was very small. She had no idea what to expect from it so she slowly opened the box. She couldn't believe what she saw when it was open. She had her suspicion but she still asked: "what is this?"

He put on one of his brightest smiles. He tried to hide the fact that he was very nervous. "What do you think it is?"

"I... Don't... Know." she was a little bit in shock. Her suspicion was righg because he took the box out of her hands and got on one knee.

"Ámbar Smith, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

She put a hand over her mouth because it fell open from surprise. She started getting tears in her eyes.

He noticed it and his face suddenly fell. He got up, thinking that she didn't want this at all. "I get it, you don't want to." now the tears got into his eyes.

She stopped him immediately. To comfort him, she put a hand on his leg. He just blankly stared at the floor.

"Yes." he looked up into her eyes, clearly not understanding what was happening. "Yes, I want to marry you."

His face lit up once again. "Really?" she just nodded. After that, he put the ring on her finger and went in to hug her. She stopped him, however, and pulled him into a kiss. It was a deep and passionate kiss, like it was the only thing that kept them alive.

Neither of them planned to pull apart. The only thing they did for the rest of the evening was making and they didn't want it any other way. They wanted to celebrate and this is their way of doing so.

[silveranchor]

Somewhere in between

Death is not always the end of the journey. For some, it’s just the beginning. Simbar Ghost!AU 

Every single time, this gets more angsty and out of control... I hope it doesn’t suck.

As always, thanks to Bianca @from-red-string for proofreading and helping out so much. She deserves all f the stars.

Previous chapters

Chapter 4 - See how deep the bullet lies

Luna leaves a small bouquet of flowers in front of Simon's tombstone and sits cross-legged on the ground. She looks thinner each day she comes to visit and the circles under her eyes look darker. Something like concern stirs in Ámbar's chest as she looks down at the girl, she tries to shove the feeling away.

Luna is silent for several minutes, just sitting there, looking down. She shifts in her place and the collar of her shirt slips down her shoulder, exposing sharp, protruding bones. Ámbar winces, Luna is even worse off than she expected.

"Hi, Simon." She moves her hair out of her face with a sad smile. "I wish I brought good news, but things haven't gotten any better for me. I'm still jobless and my grades keep slipping. It's like I don't know how to function now that you're gone."

A huge sigh escapes her lips. "I miss hearing your voice so much. I wish you were still here so you could tell me what to do... You did always give the best pep talks."

The blonde ghost can't help but feel the teeniest bit of compassion for Luna. She's pretty sure they're about the same age, but the brunette looks like a lost little girl, so small and fragile. For a moment she wonders how she'd have reacted if someone as close to her as Simon is to Luna had died. She gives up on the thought as soon as she realizes that not even her best friends knew her half as much as the girl and the ghost know each other.

She is honest enough to admit that it may be her fault. She's always been private, never letting anyone close enough to see the chips in her armor. It's something she learned from Sharon when she was just a little girl: No one can hurt you if you never let them near enough.

From a young age, she mastered the art of keeping people at arm's length. Her friends know the basics about her: her favorite color, her preference of caramel over chocolate, her favorite kind of shoes; but the deeper stuff: her fears, her feelings, and her doubts; those she reveals to no one.

The only person who ever got to see beneath her impassive exterior was Matteo. He didn't get to see much of the real her, but he did get closer than anyone ever had. Out all the people she'd ever met, he understood what it was like to be alone in the world even when surrounded by a crowd. Like her, he stood high on a pedestal of his own making, apart from the rest. The mask he wore was just as thick as hers, his shield just as impenetrable.

But as similar as they were, they were never the same. She was cold as ice, he was full of heat. Her heart was as hard as rock, his was soft as the caress of a feather. He worked hard to keep his wards up; to her, it came as naturally as breathing. He hid himself because of fear, she did it because that was all she knew.

She shakes the thoughts of him out of her head and realizes Luna is still talking. “I found my mom crying in the kitchen after she realized I hadn’t eaten anything, and my dad looks so defeated every time I tell them I don’t feel like going out of the house. I think I’m breaking their hearts and it tears me apart. I wish I could smile and keep going on just as before, if only just to see them happy again, but I don’t know how to.” There are silent tears running down her face as she bows her head, her forehead touching the grass.

Ámbar’s mind goes to Luna’s parents. For what she’s said, it seems as if they love her so much that seeing her unhappy causes them heartbreak. She wonders if Sharon would’ve ever cried if she had ever been sad enough to not be able to function, but she doesn’t think she’d ever have noticed.

But, her actual parents, would they have cared? She waves the thought away as soon as it comes, it’s not like she has a single clue.

Luna’s head is still bowed as if she were praying. “I don’t want to be like this anymore. I feel so numb like I don’t care about anything. This isn’t who I am Simon. You always said I was the most positive person in the world, remember? This isn’t me. I look in the mirror and I no longer recognize the person in there. I know everyone wants me to see a therapist or something, but I can’t. I want to be happy again, of course I do, but I’m so afraid. I know it doesn’t make any sense, and I know that you wouldn’t want me to stop living my life because you’re not here anymore… but I’m scared of being happy without you, I am afraid that I could.”

The brunette’s body shakes as she sobs and Ámbar looks away from her. Not even an ice queen is invulnerable to so much pain. Still, she’s glad that it is her listening to the poor girl crying and not Simon. She’s pretty sure Luna’s words would have broken his soul.

Minutes pass, and Luna’s cries subside. She pulls herself up with difficulty, her hands balled into fists… Ámbar is surprised when she notices that she’s not looking down, but straight ahead. The intensity in her gaze catches her off-guard. Simón always says Luna used to be the most determined person he knew, and she can see why now. There’s a fire behind her eyes that she’d never seen before in all her visits. It looks like she had some kind of revelation and if Ámbar weren’t so busy being confused, she’d be weirded out.

“You know what? I’m done. I’m tired of this. You wouldn’t want me moping around and giving up on myself, no matter how much it hurts. I owe it to you and to my parents to try. I would hate it if it were me who died and you gave up on yourself.” She wipes tears from her eyes as the blonde stares at her with wide eyes. “I promise you that I won’t let you down… I’m going to be stronger and I’m  going to get myself out of this.”

Luna strides away, and Ámbar can’t help but follow, still trying to process what just happened. Close to the cemetery gate, the brunette stops so suddenly that if Ámbar weren’t a ghost, she would have crashed against her. As it is, her noncorporeal body goes through hers. She turns and notices Luna staring at someone entering the grounds.

If it weren’t for the hair, she doubts she would’ve recognized him. Matteo looks like he was dragged through hell and barely survived. His slacks are stained, his shirt is wrinkled and buttoned up wrong, and as he gets closer, she can spot a nasty bruise on his jaw. He’s definitely drunk: he walks in anything but a straight line and he seems to struggle to keep himself upright.

Luna stays frozen in place, probably trying to figure out whether she’s in danger or not until Matteo trips over his own feet and plummets to the ground.

Luna runs towards him and Ámbar follows. When they get to him, the brunette kneels beside him looking concerned. After almost a minute passes and he doesn’t even twitch, the ghost gets worried too.

Luna shakes him and screams for help. The guard at the cemetery gates hears her and runs to where they are. Luna moves frantically, her hands going to the back of Matteo’s head. She quickly pulls it away and her eyes widen when she sees blood on her fingers. It is not much, but it makes Ámbar tense. The guard takes out his cellphone to call for an ambulance while Luna puts her ear to Matteo’s chest.

After Ámbar hears the telltale sirens approaching, the minutes pass in a blur. The ambulance parks a few feet away from them and paramedics rush out. They assess the situation quickly, and Matteo is carried inside on a stretcher in a blink of an eye. One of the paramedics is talking to Luna, but Ámbar doesn’t catch any of it. She stays still as she watches a very pale Luna nod and climbs inside the ambulance.

When she finally brings herself to move, the vehicle has already pulled away, and she is left alone wondering just what the freaking hell happened.

[from-red-string]

AM conversations

This is your birthday gift, El. I hope you like it

Happy Birthday @fangirlelliethings! 

Do I still run your mind? 

      When I think about you, my mind always travels to your small hand in mine, how I used to hold your hand whenever we were close, as if this would make sure that you disappear, that even if it wasn't a dream, you wouldn`t fade away. Your real smile that made me proud when I knew I was the one who caused it, and unfortunately you don't allow everyone sees it, now you never let anyone make you smile, always with a mask. I was I fool and you used it.

     For you, everything seemed so easy. 

AM conversation 1:

“Ámbar.” Simón said once she picked up the called, even she couldn’t see him, she knew he was smiling. 

“Simón.” She giggled his name. These late calls are becoming a habit for them, at least three nights per week she talks to him before going to bed. There was a time she fell asleep on the phone, she just couldn’t hang up and ended sleeping. “Any reason why you’re calling today?” 

“No…” it escaped his lips. “Do I need a reason? Hm, because I just wanted to hear your voice.” A smile surpassed unnoticed through her lips while she threw herself on the bed. 

"Hm." Ámbar hummed, her mind was unable of forming a coherent sentence. He waited a few minutes for an answer but nothing came, he only could hear her breath. 

"That's all you have to say?" He snickered, even if he liked to hear her breathing and imagine she was there, laying with him on his bed, he truly needed her voice. Unfortunately for him, she made it into a game and just hummed agreeing, his laughter made its way through the phone. "Will you really let me hanging?" Only her giggle could be heard. "Come on, Ámbar!" He begged and again her answer was a giggle. He was starting to enjoy the game, making her laugh made his stomach turns and flips. "Bonita, if you are not gonna speak, I'll be forced to speak for you." She sighed. "Okay, Simón." He mimicked her voice with a thin tone making her burst into laughter. The sound was loud through the speaker and he lost track of logic thoughts. 

Minutes passed in complete silence, only their breaths being a soundtrack to each other. Simón concerned she would fell sleep again, even if he enjoyed the game, he hadn't heard her voice enough to calm his mind and be able to sleep. 

"Oh bonito, sing to me." He mimicked her voice again and relief rushed his body when her laugh sounded, she still awake. But he didn't keep going, he let the silence returns. 

"Sing to me." Ámbar murmured, his voice is turning into her favorite sound, it made her heart go crazy and at the same time she felt really peaceful. Simón followed her words as an order. 

Tell me

 Just what you want me to be

One kiss

And boom, you're the only one for me

He started to sing the song, it was the only lyrics he could remember in the moment, like this song had everything he wasn't able of telling her. His mind keeps getting puzzled when she was around.  

Once Ámbar listened to the first lines, she recognized The Game of Love quickly. She was surprised, she was expecting some song he usually sings on the band, but he got a random old song. Her heart skipped a beat when a thought becomes clear. 

He meant the lyrics. It wasn't a random old song, he's actually telling her those words. 

The peace in her body vanished and it was replaced by the urge to sing along as an answer to what he was telling her, the need of singing it with him, make him understand she meant those words too. 

It just takes a little bit of this

A little bit of that 

It started with a kiss

Now we're up to bat 

A little bit of laughs 

A little bit of pain

I'm telling you, my babe

It's all in the game of love 

Her voice joined his, their breaths getting the same rhythm, the melody making their heart beat the same. He could feel the connection between them, it almost felt as if he reached out his hand he would be able of touching her as if they were in the same room. They weren't but both of them could feel the weight of the lyrics and how much it meant. By the end of the song, Simón stopped singing closing his eyes just to hear her voice perfectly recite.

  It's all in the game of love 

"You dropped me!" Ámbar accused when she noticed he stopped singing. 

"I said wanted to hear your voice." Simón smiled not regretting at all for the last words she sang. It would be recorded in his mind and he would be of replaying it whenever he needed her voice. Plus, those exactly words from her voice came as a request that he was willing to take. 

"Don't drop me." She faked a hurt tone, holding a laugh for the drama. 

"No, I would never drop you." His phrase came as a vow. Ámbar tried to retain herself, not to allow her heart to give in so easily. Already too late to fight it. 

"You fool, I thought you were a good guy and you played me." She decides to change the topic, it was safer than where they were heading. 

"A good guy do what he has to do, we also have our ways." He joked. Their conversation went for hours that day, it only ended when Ámbar fell asleep on the phone. 

 AM conversation 2: 

"Ámbar." Simón swears her name, anger boiling in his voice. It was her sixth call that night and he is tired. If it wasn't exhausting enough being through the rollercoaster of emotions on the Roda Fest, after the competition Jam & Roller hangout through Cancun, having him and Luna as guides which was really cool but made him even more tired. 

And he could've turned the phone down or just put on airplane mode, although something inside doesn't allow it. 

"Don't hang up!" Ámbar demands, her voice was just a phantom of what its usual tone. "I just want to hear your voice." The desperate echoing in her words.

"Hm." He hums in a response. Simón is getting worried, what he's listening it's not Ámbar, not his Ámbar. Well, his Ámbar doesn't exist but whoever it was, it's not that faint voice on the phone. On the other hand, worrying about her would show he still care and he shouldn't care, she didn't care when she was lying to everyone. Why would he care about him? 

And it hits him again: He's not like her, he gives people chance, try to see people's good side. He can help her, forgive her.  

The Ámbar storm makes his head spin. 

"Please, I only need to hear you a bit." She pleads almost begging. Since she watched her godmother get into the helicopter, leaving her behind alone, she is feeling suffocate as if she is a step away from falling off a cliff and meet the hard rocks below. The only thing she had to bring her a bit of peace was listening to The Game of Love but it wasn't enough, the singer had no effect on her. So she began to call him at 3 AM, even if he didn't pick up she couldn't give up. His voice was her only source of peaceful, but he hates her. "I know you don't care, but please, please, don't let me..." Hanging. She can't what hurt the most saying out loud that didn't care and not hearing him correct her or realizing she denied to him exactly what she needed now. With all the left strength her body, she represses her sobs not to be loud when her tears began to fall. 

"What do you want?" He fumes mad for not being able of denying what she asked nor hanging up the call. 

"Hear your..." 

"Oh Ámbar you didn't call me for telling me a lie to me, did you?" He rolled his eyes and then a sob sounds through the speaker. "Ámbar?" He frets fast. "Are you alright? What happened?" She can't tell him and it breaks her heart even more than trying to tell him the truth because he is in his right to be angry at her if she doesn't trust him. She cried louder, the pain in her heart increasing, her head feeling heavier. "What do you need?" Simón decides he just wants her to feel better, he could take a revengeful Ámbar, but a depressed Ámbar no, he would anything to see her better even if it was too see her being mean. 

"Sing to me." Ámbar begs with a cracking voice, he starts singing the only lyrics he can recall. 

Tell me 

Just what you want me to be

One kiss

And boom, you're the only one for me 

Those feelings of how it went he first sang this song for her arises and once again the lyrics are meaningful. Each word not failing in creating its way to Ámbar's chest and making her heart lighter. 

Although, when the second verse comes, Ámbar's voice doesn't join his. And that's the point he realizes something is terribly wrong. She isn't faking to get what she wants like he previously thought so he paused before reaching the chorus.

"Don't let me alone." He asks softly. "Don't drop me." Repeating her words from long ago.

"But you did." She whispered breathily, so low that if wasn't said in the middle of the night, it would be lost in the thousand sounds of daylight. He would have defended himself but he doesn't feel like the right time for this.  

"Bonita, sing with me." He insists avoiding fighting and she hums agreeing, getting that they were both too tired for it, they've called a quit for tonight. 

It just takes a little bit of this

A little bit of that It started with a kiss

Now we're up to bat

A little bit of laughs

A little bit of pain 

They couldn't tell how, if the lyrics are the same, the chorus could once have been so happy and now be hurtful. It isn't regretted what they had, they would never regret it, even looking at how it went. The main thought on their minds is what they could've been, their imagination running wild about what would be an us, everything being underlined by an almost. 

At the end of the song, the phrase keeps echoing. 

It's all in the game of love

The pain, joy, sadness, happiness are all side effects of the game. 

"Thank you." Ámbar whispers trying to get ready to hang up, meaning finish their small break from the wreck reality. 

"Don't hang up." The ask escapes his lips without his consent. 

"I don't want to talk now."  

"We don't have to." Simón hisses. He just wants to hear her there, to know lowkey know she is fine, make she won't slip out of his reach. 

They stayed in silence for minutes, maybe hours, just having each other's breaths as the soundtrack to their insomnia. The call only ended at some point while they both were sleep.

[fangirlelliethings]

A little something to start with...

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

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

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

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

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

[sedonalace]

You Are My Everything- Simbar

So I basically wrote this all in one sitting in my new dorm room the night before the first day of university classes because I wanted to write something before all the chaos starts and I have a large fear I won’t have time to write. So I’m sorry if its crappy af ok. All these Simbar scenes are killing me and this is inspired by a few fics I’ve been seeing around here and reading so yeah, enjoy!

Also. RIP Bianca ( @from-red-string ), who I apparently murdered for letting her read this beforehand. May you rest in peace surrounded by Simbar love. 

The first moment I looked into his eyes, everything felt like pure bliss. His gentle skin, his tiny fingers, and toes, his dark brown eyes identical to his fathers. He was everything I had hoped for and more. He was perfect. And I couldn't ask for anything more.

I first found out I was pregnant only a few months after I graduated from University. I was still on the hunt for jobs and Simon was on his second world tour, in Europe at the time. I had been late for a week and a half and thought it was time to take a test. Even with four different kinds, I was still so hesitant as to whether it was true or not. And Simon hadn't been around. When it was confirmed at my doctor's, I felt everything inside of my drop to the pit of my stomach. I was a mix of emotions. Excited, shocked, joy. But mostly I was scared. I know most people who find out that they're pregnant for the first time say they are scared too-for many different reasons- but I was terrified.  

Simon and I weren't even engaged yet. We had only been living together for two years. And he was a busy artist. It all seemed like too much. I cried and cried for days straight not knowing what to do with this information. I didn't feel prepared to tell Simon or Luna, not prepared to accept the reality, and mostly, I didn't feel prepared to become a mother.

Of course, the idea of having children sometime in my life had seemed amazing growing up, but the fact that it was real and happening totally gave me a different opinion on it. I didn't know what to do or think. After three weeks, I decided that it had to be taken care of. I ended up telling Luna first and asking her opinion. She told me to first call Simon with the news, and then schedule doctor's appointments.

She helped me plan the whole reveal to him. She would accompany me on a surprise visit to his last show of the tour in Lisbon. And there I would surprise him just an hour before the show started at the venue. When we were alone in his dressing room, I told him and he had the biggest smile on his face. It was the most comforting and reassuring reaction. I was so glad I had someone so supporting and excited for this new addition. He went on stage that night with 10x more energy and 10x more emotion. It was the greatest. It was then I knew that with him right next to me, we would be conquering parenthood together, never alone.

Our first son, Adrian Christian Alvarez was born May 17th, and he was our everything. I never saw myself having a son in my life, but when he was placed into my arms for the very first time, I fell in love.

The very first nights, although we had been warned constantly about, had been exhausting. Our angel had a sleep, cry, eat, poop, repeat schedule. I think I only slept about half an hour on most nights. But I am immensely grateful for Simon, who cleared his entire schedule indefinitely, to be there for every second, helping out with late nights and all. Without him, I would truly be a mess.

As Adrian grew in the first year of his life, everything became even more real than before. His features became clearer for one. He mostly looked like his father. The eyes, the hair, his face, everything. The most handsome son. But his personality was all me. Very quick-witted and quite the sass master. A perfect combination of both of us.

His hobbies, however, took him on his own path. He's very sporty, playing soccer and baseball are his passions. It melts my heart when I saw Simon teaching him how to play in the back yard. His tiny little body running around as fast as he can while adorable giggling. And Simon teaching him the proper footwork and how to swing a bat. I honestly have no clue how many pictures I have taken of it. it must be hundreds, but it's  a memory I never want to lose in this lifetime.

The second time I found out I was pregnant, Adrian was five years old and in school already, and Simon was recording his fourth album. I revealed it to him on our wedding anniversary as his present and he was filled with pure joy. Adrian was bouncing up and down and running around the house, excited to finally have a sibling. He was even more excited when he found out at the gender reveal party that he was going to have a brother. Although the both of us had really hoped for a girl, we were still overjoyed to have another blessing in our life.

Our second son, Dylan Ivan was born on October 20th, and the three of us adored him with all of our hearts. He looked exactly like me, this little boy. Bright blue eyes, blond hair, porcelain skin, my little angel. It was easier this time around when we took him home. Being a mom the second time around, I've got everything down to a T (I like to think so anyway).

Adrian was a very big helper. He adored his little brother so much. Whenever he asked to hold him, I would take millions of photos each time like the mom I am. Always such a pure sight to see my two angels together.

Dylan took interest in music. Simon was so excited to be teaching him different instruments and taking him to the studio. He even let him sing in the booth one time, and not to be biased, he sounds really good, even for such a little kid. Although he and Adrian would play around sometimes, he poured his heart and soul into music. He's so talented and we could not be more proud of him.

Adrian and Dylan often played with our friend's children since we saw them so much. They all grow up together, just like we did. Adrian even developed a crush on Luna and Matteo's daughter when they were little. We know because we saw them sneak into a corner one time while they were playing hide and go seek and Adrian quickly kissed her and ran away. Luna and Matteo grew a little bit concerned and stern about it, but he was little, as kids. They didn't know what they were doing. I think it's still a funny memory to look back on.

My family is my everything. I love both of my sons and husband more than you could imagine. They make every day an adventure. Although it gets crazy sometimes, I can't picture life without them in my life. We may not be perfect, but they're the best family I could ever dream of.

We had never talked about having a third child, even reaching for a girl that we wanted so badly. But it was happening. I was about to have a third child. This pregnancy it all seemed like a blur, feeling like everything was sped up. Adrian was 12 and Dylan 7. It seemed almost impossible but I was still happy as ever.

The day of the gender reveal party I was so anxious. No matter if it was a boy or girl, we would still be happy. But we really, really, REALLY wanted a girl more than anything. It drove me crazy all day knowing Luna and Matteo were the only ones to know what the sex was. It was so tempting to just snatch the envelope I had given the right back and read it myself, but I resisted the urge and forced myself to wait.

When it was time, Luna and Matteo pushed the four of us to the center of the room to reveal together. They brought out a big white bag that had something inside that would pop out either blue or pink. Before giving Dylan and Adrian permission to open it, Simon squeezed my hand really tight for reassurance calming down a bit. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I signaled for the boys to open it and kept a tight grip on Simon's hand.

When they pulled out pink teddy bear, I screamed and jumped up and down like crazy. I gave all my boys a giant group hug and burst into tears. I was over the moon that my family was complete. So content with life. I can never say enough how grateful I am. How truly blessed.

On April 2nd, our littlest miracle, Vanessa Kathleen was born. I held her in my arms, with all three of my boys around me, staring down at her in pure awe. Tears began to well in my eyes at the sight of her. She was a mixture of the both of us. Her father's eyes, my blonde hair. She was beautiful.

Everything made me so emotional. To think of how my life was just twenty years ago seemed like I was stuck forever in an unhealthy being. Simon has been there with me through it all. Every little step of the way. I am so in love with him. Every single role he rocks at. A musician, a coach, a husband, a father. He's perfect for me. And the family we grew together, became my entire world.

From nothing to everything, I whispered gently into my daughter's ears in her first moments, the same as I did with my two older children. "You are my everything."