#simbar fic

"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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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…”

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.

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.

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. 

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!”

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.