✦ first instalment for bts! stream arirang <3
✦ warnings: lightly touched upon themes of danger and harassment, sexism, obsession, safety, physical protection, stalkers, pda, undressing (not sexual), group arguments,
✦ wc: 0.3k
protective! yoongi who exclusively walks by your side at airports, subtly blocking hands from the crowd that reach for you, always at the ready to shield you with his body if anyone slips past the wall of security guards.
protective! yoongi who nudges you further into the centre of the group during red carpet interviews, disliking how exposed you are when not bracketed by the height and muscle of the guys.
protective! yoongi who checks your hotel room after security does the routine sweep, just to be absolutely certain you won't have a nasty surprise of a sasaeng hiding in the closet or behind the curtains.
protective! yoongi who coolly answers on your behalf during interviews when questions have sexist or sexual undertones, challenging the interviewer with a lazy smirk.
protective! yoongi who rarely shows public affection, but when he does it's to guide you through busy crowds by the hand, or an arm snug around your waist to deter male idols and actors from approaching at afterparties.
protective! yoongi who lingers nearby during costume changes on tour, keeping an eye on wandering hands and eyes so that you're never unnecessarily vulnerable.
protective! yoongi who backs you up even when you're wrong if the whole group is against you during arguments, because the thought of all six guys against you makes his blood run cold.
protective! yoongi who never walks the stairs of a stage to collect an award or put on a performance without first offering you his hand, making sure your moment is never be outshined by a trip or fall.
protective! yoongi who never shows fear in your presence, always confident and ready no matter the situation. he does this so you never doubt that he's who you can turn to when it matters. to him, his calmness is more reassuring than any promise he could ever make to you.
hi! if u write for eric garcia could pls write about being pedri's sister and dating eric behind his back until pedri finds out? fluffy ending pls thank you !
G-lou! I do can write for him and here you go! Hope you like it! Tell me what you think!☺️
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The Other González - Eric García
Being Pedro González younger sister, it was one of the best things ever, you could see your brother achieve all of his dreams, making you incredibly happy.
Although, it came with a disadvantage. One of the first things Pedri told his teammates was "My sister's off-limits"
When the boys still hadn't met you in person, it was something like "Chill out, hermano" and "Don't worry 'bout it". That changed when you moved to Barcelona along with your two older brothers
You begged your mom to let you move in with them, you missed them terribly and they missed you. So, after some talks, begs and crying (not literally), from the three of you, your parents accepted and let you move in with your brothers.
Pedri had made a little celebration party for you, inviting some of his friends and of course, some of his teammates. That night, you didn't dressed up, you didn't felt like it, they were just normal guys who played alongside your brother and hopefully they'll like you and be your friends too.
So, putting on some red cargo pants, a black long sleeve body and some white sneakers with your hair in a ponytail, you made your way out to met the guys your brother has been telling you stories about.
You were nervous. You wanted to make a good impression.
"Here she comes!" Your brothers yelled when you made your way out to the backyard.
Instantly blushing and wanting to turn around, they never failed to embarrass you.
"Hola" You said waving a bit with both of your hands to end up practically hiding yourself in Fernando's body
"She's usually this shy when she mets new people, after a while knowing her and getting her to open up and show her truly self, you'd like her to come back to the shy-era" Fernando said making the guys laugh a bit
"I'm not that bad" You said pinching his nipple making him yelp, the guys laughing even more
"No, you're worst" Pedri said making you bring your hand up to his nipples but he swatted it away making you giggle "No. She's precious. Guys, this is my little sister Y/N González"
They started to present themselves one by one
"Eric García" A really cute guy said with a smile making you mirror it while taking his hand and giving you two kisses on your cheeks "Nice to finally meet the other González"
That was the start of something with Eric. That entire night he was by your side, chatting and making you laugh; when you visited at prácticas he often got distracted while talking to you, even thought you tried to not talk back to him that much so none of you got whisteled at, but he still kept on it.
Eventually after a year, he asked you out, you thought it was in a friendly way and that the guys were also going to be there so you didn't surprised yourself from it.
"The guys are coming too?" You asked while walking besides him to enter the restaurant
"Mmm... No, it's just us"
Your eyes widened a bit as you let out an "Oh!"
"Why? You don't wanna-?"
"No! Don't get me wrong, I'm fine, this is fine, really. I just thought it would be kinda like a whole-group sort of thing"
"I'm sorry, I should have made that clear-" You cut him off grabbing his hand in yours
"This is fine, Eric" You said with a smile and he nodded smiling back at you
That night, he told you what he has been feeling all these past year and you smiled reciprocating those feelings.
Dates were common, from that moment until he asked you officially to be his girlfriend.
That was seven months ago and you were the happiest you've ever been with Eric at your side, although, you did felt kinda bad, lying and sneaking around your brother, Pedri; wasn't great.
At first yes, it was the excitement, the hurried kisses, long waited touches and gently hand rubs that were too quick for you to enjoy. But then, after the fifth month, you just wanted to let it out, kiss your boyfriend in front of everybody, hug him whenever you wanted it to, take his hand while walking around.
But you couldn't.
"We need to tell him" You said for the third time separating yourself from Eric's lips
"We will"
"When?"
"Soon"
"When the hell is soon coming?" You asked separating yourself from him but still sitting on top of him
Pedri and Fernando were both out. Fernando was with his girlfriend and Pedri was at Gavi's house, both brothers told you they would come back late so you invited Eric in for a lil while
"Nena, I want the same things you want. But I'm afraid how Pedri will react, he's a scary fucker little thing while angry and I don't want him to hate you and cause your relationship with him to break"
"I don't care about it, Eric. I'm not a little girl anymore, I can choose who I date with and he should be happy about my happiness, even if it's with one of his teammates. Besides, if we sit him down and talk to him. He'll get it"
"How would you know that?"
"It's Pepi. I know my brother" You smiled at him leaning up to kiss him
The kiss at first was a cute one but passing time it became more heated and passionate when an angry yell made both of you separate instantly
"¿¡Qué carajos pasa aquí!?" (What the hell is going on here?!) You heard your brother, Pedri
"¡No, no, no! ¡No es lo que crees!" (It's not what you think!) You yelled out
"It isn't?! Weren't you exchanging saliva with one of my friends and teammates?!"
"Pedro, let us explain" Eric said calmly
"Explain what? I told you guys to stay away from my sister and you just come in and do this?! I can't believe you, García"
"Pepi, por favor" (Pepi, please) You asked
"No, Y/N. I really don't want to hear anything from both of you right now" And with that your brother left to his room, the only sound you could hear was the slamming and the door locking.
When you turned around to see Eric's face, his heart broke a bit, watching you with teary eyes and sad expressions was the worst for him.
"It wasn't supposed to end this way" You said before Eric grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into him, letting it out.
After a while, Eric decided the best was the leave, even if he didn't wanted to. This still was your brothers house and he had to respect that. He only could hope, Pedro would come soon to his senses and let you speak.
A week and two days have passed. Nine days in total and Pedri still hasn't spoken to you or to Eric.
It drove you mad. And it drove Eric mad to see you mad.
That's when he decided, he would put an end to all of this.
Coming over to yours after practice, he thanked his lucky stars to see you there. And to see Pedri's car
"Y/N" Your brother, Fernando called "You're needed" He called you downstairs while flashing a warm smile to Eric "I will only say this once... You broke her heart, I will break your legs" Fer said letting him in
You came downstairs, just as Pedri was leaving the kitchen the fourth of you in an encounter.
"Cariño, what are you doing here?"
"I actually..." Eric trailed off looking at Pedri "came to talk with you"
Your brothers, along with you, shoot your eyebrows up from the way he was directing at Pedri
"Pero yo no tengo nada que hablar contigo" (But I don't have anything to talk with you about)
"Of course you do" Eric said "I'm here to tell you to grow up and realize you're hurting your sister with the way you're treating her"
"Eric, don't" You said trying to cut your boyfriend but he shook his head
"I can't count the amount of times you've broken down in tears, sad that your brother isn't talking to you, practically not recognizing your presence just because you've a boyfriend that's his friend and teammate"
Eric continued "I know I said I wouldn't date your sister, but I'm not sorry about it. She had me at her knees only with the fact she pinches both of her brothers nipples to make them stop" Fer laughed lightly as you smiled "After I got to know her, I knew I was gone for her. I fell in love with my friend's sister and I know that you must have felt really bad when you knew it, but you also have to know that she felt horrible lying to you. We were trying to find a way and tell you but that happened"
"And that's why I'm here. I'm here to tell you I'm Y/N's boyfriend, that I love her, I will take care of her and respect her, with my everything. But please; not for me but for her, stop whatever this is. I don't care if you won't talk to me ever again but I will not stand her crying over her own brother"
You were looking ar Eric with teary eyes but a small smile on your face, Fer was stood over the door with a smile too and Pedri was shocked to hear those words come from his friend and teammates mouth.
"Have you really felt this bad because of me?" Pedri asked you as your eyes left Eric's and land on him, softly looking down and nodding "I'm sorry" You looked up
"And I'm sorry too" You said "I didn't wanted to make you upset and I also didn't wanted to lie and hide my relationship with Eric for so long"
Pedri looked at you for a long while and opened his arms with a smile on his face, you smiled and ran to him, hugging your brother tightly
"I love you" You heard Pedro say
"I love you too" You replied
"Is he treating you well?" Pedri asked as you nod lightly
"He better" Fer chimed in
"Yes, he better" Pedri said still with his arms around you "If he doesn't you need to tell us"
"Will definitely do" You say in between laughs
"You break her heart and not only I will break your legs so you cannot play anymore but also I'll chop your dick off" You and your brothers laughed at Eric's reaction
"Don't worry about it. I can't stand a sad expression onto that pretty face" You got out of Pedri's arms and launched yourself at your boyfriends
"I will allow a few kisses but that's it. Don't go crazy, ok, thanks, bye" Pedri and Fernando both left to go towards the living room
"Thank you" You said after separating from him
"No need to thank me, amor. I really can't stand seeing you sad and after all this came out really good"
"With a probability of a dick being chopped off" Eric shrugged with a smile
"Doesn't really bother me" He looked down at you "Why would I ever hurt you if you're my everything?"
Can I request a Fermin smut were y/n is gavi sister and they are secretly dating maybe they are being really loud and the next day gavi is teasing them!?
Sleepless Night | Fermín Lopez
genre: smut, fermínxreader, secret relationship
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After an intense game against Getafe, the two boys were exhausted and decided to go straight to Pablo’s home instead of celebrating the victory with the rest of the team.
You could feel Fermín’s gaze on you for the whole afternoon. Well, you can’t deny that you were craving his attention.
Whenever you were in the same room, it was hard for him to not be all over you.
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You have known him all your life since he was Pablo’s best friends since his first year in La Masia.
At first, your relationship was strictly platonic, like a brother-sister relationship due to your 2 years of difference. But you noticed how his attention towards you started to changed when he surprised you hands in hands with a boy of your class.
He became way more protective and always threatening you to tell everything to your brother.
Everything changed at a summer party organised by Pablo.
You don’t remember exactly when or how you ended up with Fermín in your bathroom making out with him between your thighs.
You both agreed to keep your relationship a secret, not knowing how your brother could react.
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You were currently eating in the dining room with Pablo in front of you and Fermín by his side.
“I’m gonna grab the dessert, what do you both want?” you asked to the boys.
“Bring the pancakes please.” Pablo responded.
“Wait, let me help you y/n.” Fermín said before heading to the kitchen with you.
You were bringing the plates when you felt his body pressing you, with his hands on your waist.
“You’re looking so good tonight y/n.” he whispered into your ears, sending shivers down your spine, then kissing your neck.
“Fermín not he-” you began before your were cut by his wet kisses.
You were so weak for him.
He turned you around you were able to see lust in his eyes.
You both looked at each other before you leaned to kiss him, grabbing his hair to pull him as close as you could.
“Joder, y/n.” he moaned into your mouth.
“Hey guys hurry up, I want my pancakes!”, you both heard.
You suddenly stopped, being cut by your brother.
You were leading to the door with the pancakes in your hands when Fermín grabbed your waist, leaving one last kiss on your lips.
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The end of the dinner was hard, you could see the way Fermín was checking you out, always finding a reason to touch you.
You just said good night to the boys before going to your bathroom to take a shower.
It was 1 a.m when you heard a knock at your bedroom door, you thought it could be Pablo because you borrowed on of his sweater and he wanted it back.
You got up of the bed and headed to the door.
“Fermín? What are you doin-” you got cut by him pulling you in the room, closing the door right behind you.
“I… just… need… to… feel… you…” he responded tracing kisses from your shoulders to you neck in between his words.
You couldn’t say anything, you wanted it too.
His hands were roaming all over your body, never leaving it as if you could slipped from his fingers.
He was addicted to you, to your taste and so were you.
He was now gridding on you, you didn’t think twice before pulling your legs around his waist.
You could feel his bulge growing under you, slightly pressing yourself against it, earning a moan from Fermín.
It was too much, you couldn’t wait. You jump off of him, leading him to your mattress still kissing him.
You made him fall into it and you climbed on top of him, sucking on his weak spot.
“Joder, eres tan perfecta.” (fuck, you’re so perfect) you heard him whispered.
You discharged him from his pants. Your movements were hasty, you craved him so much.
“Impatient are you?” he teased you.
You didn’t respond, too excited to have him.
You then pulled of his boxer.
His dick was red and precum was leaking from it.
You wrapped your lips around the tip, leaving some kisses and licking it while looking at him.
“Y/n… Don’t t-tease…” he struggled to say.
You chuckled before putting him into your mouth.
“Joder, yes just like that amor.” he purrs.
You were bobbing your head a bit faster when you felt his hands grabbing your hair in a handmade ponytail.
He buckled his waist, hitting the back of your throat when you pulled out, Fermín sighing at the lost of the warmth of your mouth.
“I need to feel you Fer.” you moaned.
Taking the hint, he placed you under him, leaving hickeys on your neck.
He dragged his fingers at your panties, playing with your clit through the fabric.
“You’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you yet.” he chuckled.
You bit your lips, trying hard to not make any noise so your brother doesn’t heard anything.
“Fermín please…” you said.
“Please what amor?” he questioned you, still playing with your clit.
“Please… fuck me…” you whimpered.
He simply smirked before removing your panties.
He first teased your entrance, spreading your wetness before slowly entering you. He took all his time, first for you to adjust to his size but also admiring you.
You rolled your eyes at the back of your head when he went deeper, and he swore he could have come just at the sight of you being so vulnerable.
“Joder… you’re so tight, and so perfect…” he moaned.
You couldn’t say anything, only focusing on his thrust.
You were whimpering a little, still trying to make no sound.
Fermin grab your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.
“Don’t be so silent, I want to hear you.”
You weren’t sure but you listened to him anyway, praying that Pablo won’t hear anything.
“Please Fermín harder…” you demanded.
He listened to you, making his thrust stronger and stronger resulting you to moan loudly.
This only encouraged him to go further and harder. His thrust were so erratic that the back of your bed started hitting your wall.
You were so fucked up that the only thing you could say was his name while he was hitting your g-spot.
You were close and he knew it by the way you clenched around him.
You could say that he was close too because you could feel his dick twitching inside you.
“I’m gonna cum Fermín…” you managed to say.
“I know, don’t hold it, I’m here hermosa.”
And with that you cum all around him, crying his name out pleasure.
He was still fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own but it only took him a couple of seconds before he cum inside of you.
He pulled out as you both moaned at the lost of contact.
He then bring tou toward him, whispering sweet nothings.
« You’re such a great girl, you did so well hermosa… » he said into your ears while caressing your back, before you fell asleep in his embrace.
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You woke up in the arms of Fermín, admiring his face. God he was so perfect and all yours you thought to yourself.
« You’re staring… » he said opening slowly his eyes.
You chuckled and pushed him a little to get up.
« We should go downstairs eat breakfast. » you told him.
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« Hi Pablo » you said before kissing your brother’s cheek.
« Hmmm, did you sleep well? » he asked while side eyeing Fermín.
You got flashbacks from last night and you could feel your cheek burning at the thought of Fermín on top of you.
« Uhm-» you began.
« No need to answer I know. » he cut you.
« What do you mean you know… » you whispered.
« WELL you both did a lot of noise yesterday, your moans and the bed was slapping against the wall. » he chuckled.
You were so embarrassed, you wanted to disappear.
« So… how long have you been together ? » he asked.
« Since your party this summer. » Fermín responded.
« And why didn’t you tell me? » your brother said almost in a whisper, you could feel that he was a bit hurt.
« We weren’t sure how you would react… And I was afraid that you’d might disapprove all of this. »
« Y/n, your my little sister, I want your happiness and if you are with Fermín, I’m happy for you both. » he smiled.
« Te quiero hermano… » you responded hugging him.
« Now please make less noise, I’m traumatised. » he said.
Both you and Fermín chuckled, promising him to be quieter next time.
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A/N: Finally made it 😭 I had some personal issues and some exams to deal with :/ First time writing smut!
Can request one where y/n is the sister of a f1 driver ( u can choose) and they find out she is dating either Fermin,pedri,or gavi because she appears at one of the games?!
found us out / Fermín López
Summary: Fermín x Sainz!girlfriend!singer!reader - Things don't blow over well with Carlo Sainz when you're caught dating a Barcelona player.
Warnings: censored cussing, a little bit of Spanish, reader being a singer isn't really important at all- i just made it a fact in order for things to tie in together and made more sense, mention of nausea, this ended up being pretty long
Requested?: Yes.
Author's Note: Boy, what a crossover! As I was reading this request I literally started giggling in excitement to write this because I knew how fun this would be. I think it's clear that this has to be the sister of Carlos, though. Always good when there's a little bit of drama.
You exhale, fiddling with your fingers under the table as you listen to your father and your brother discuss plans.
You wish that exhaling would release not only the carbon dioxide from your body, but also all the unnecessary stress building up in your chest.
The plans they're discussing are for a small party. Of course, it's a little party that you're expected to go to. It is an entire family event. Or so you've heard...
On the surface, having a family gathering surrounded around Real Madrid playing a literal fourth-tier team (Arandina) in the Copa del Rey sounds really lame. And secretly, you do think it's really lame. But the point is looking forward to watching them slaughter the underdogs. Which is fair enough.
Suddenly you interrupt: "Isn't El Derbi next week? Wouldn't that be better for a family get together?" You're sure they've already thought of that, but if there's any possible way you could get out of this, you'd love to find it.
"Haven't you been listening?" your father questions. "Carlos has plans already. He needs to leave Monday morning, and won't be back until Friday. That won't work."
You clench your jaw. No, you weren't listening, because you were stressing out about your plans for that weekend.
You figure if you're going to tell your brother and father, right now is just as good a time as any other time. You sigh and say, "Well, I'm busy on Sunday, actually..."
Both pairs of brown eyes snap to you, and Carlos says, "What do you have going on? And the Madrid game is on Saturday, anyway- shouldn't it be fine?"
Really, why shouldn't it be fine? What lie will you come up with? Because you can't really say what you're busy with on that day. You manage out, "Some friends... we planned weeks ago to go out that day. Have some fun, you know... Sorry. I guess... Would it be fine if... Surely I wouldn't be missed...? The, uh, thing he have planned is... for Sunday night...."
Carlos sighs, leaning back. "Come on, Y/n. You can't cancel? Family over friends, right?"
But you shake your head as you finish your meal. You stand up with your plate, knowing that if you stay any longer, you'll be guilt tripped into doing what they want you to do, despite what you want to do. So you say, "What's done is done. You can still have the party without me." And you walk out of the room.
Hours later, you're laying in bed. You should be sleeping, but instead you're staring up at the ceiling and thinking.
'Family over friends, right?'- Carlos' words from earlier play through your head in the exact tone he had said it. Yeah, family over friends, Carlos. You've been seeing him and the rest of your family on and off frequently for the past month. But the one you really want to see? You haven't seen him in over a month, and you miss him, dearly. You just want to be able to see him. To surprise him.
And you know he misses you, too, by the constant text messages he sends you.
And, with perfect timing, your phone buzzes on your bedside stand next to you. You pick it up right away and smile to yourself when you see it's him. Telling you he can't sleep. Asking if you want to face time.
You don't even respond, and just call him first.
A smile immediately sneaks up on you when you see your boyfriend. His golden brown hair is all messed up, as he's leaning on a soft pillow, and he has a blanket pulled up all the way to his chin. His brown eyes look even deeper in the dim lighting, but they light up when they view you across the phone. "¡Hola, mi corazón!"
Immediately you feel butterflies fly up in your stomach at his little pet name. "Hey, Fermín," you say, much more casually. "How are you doing?"
He shrugs, and his eyes flutter down a little. "I can't sleep... I wanted to hear your pretty voice. And see your pretty face."
You smile softly, but ask in concern, "Why can't you sleep?"
But a cute little grin appears in his face, and he laughs a little. "Because I'm thinking about you."
"Oh!" you chuckle. "I see..."
You continue chatting together softly for who knows how long. But this is what you do. One of you calls and you can't help but just chat for minutes or hours or however long.
You just love the sounds of each other's voices and the sparkle in each other's eyes.
Saturday evening, just as family member are starting to arrive at the house, you walk to the door, pulling your hair into a ponytail, about to walk out. Your brother stops you, saying, "So you are really going?"
You turn, meeting his eyes as you grab your black long coat. "Yeah, I am. I'm sorry, Carlos..." you add when you see the disappointment in his big brown eyes.
He shrugs, and says what he always does: "Alright. Well, just be careful. And have fun. When will you be back?"
You hesitate. This is the very question you didn't want him to ask. "Uh... Probably Monday morning... I'll text you, though."
His eyebrows knit together even further. "Monday morning? I thought you were just having a night with your friends."
"One of them suggested we could stay at her house and spend the following day doing something else," you lie, nearly effortlessly now."
"Why not just come home?"
You sigh at the question. The truth is, you booked a hotel so you could catch Fermín as soon as possible in the morning and spend more time with him, since you'll have to get to Madrid right away again afterwards. You just want to get going. But you know Carlos only asks questions because he cares. Being nine years older than you, he's always been very protective of you. Too protective. But you know it's just because he cares.
He just cares too much, and it makes you angry. It's hard to keep secrets from his honest eyes.
"Because I was invited to hang out more and I haven't seen this friend in a while!" This one is only half a lie.
"Oh..." he slowly nods. "Well... where does this friend live, then? Far enough for you to just stay there, or... I mean, you haven't seen this friend in a while, so I'm assuming they don't live in Madrid?"
"Nothing- er, yeah, we, uh... she lives in, uh, Sigüenza! Yeah, Sigüenza! And, well, you know, she just moved there and there's uh, you know, it's Sigüenza! The cool stuff there, in... Sigüenza..." You've lost it. You're literally pulling sh*t out of thin air now.
And Carlos can tell. "You're lying. Where are you really going?"
"No, no! I am going there! My friend just moved there! There's castles and sh*t she thinks is cool and she wants to show me! And like go around like I think there's a restaurant she likes and... yeah! And then we'd probably just maybe go to a club for an hour or two or something tonight and then go back and hang out at her house!"
Carlos looks thoroughly unsure. "Is it good for you to go to a club...? Be careful..."
"Oh, come on!" You're speaking too quickly. "There'll be a few of us, and we're not stupid! You know that, Carlos! Don't worry about it, we'll be fine! I'm an adult, for God's sake!"
"Well..." he murmurs, "I hope you're not lying to me. I hope you wouldn't do that."
You swallow, but nod, and feel terrible as you say, "Of course I wouldn't. Why would I lie about something like this?"
"I can think of lots of reasons, but I won't get into it." Carlos says with that look of concern still in his eyes. "Well, be careful. I can see you're impatient to go, so I'll let you. Have fun. Te amo, Y/n."
"M-hm!" you say, and rush out the door. You didn't want to be leaving this late, but you figure you'll just have to hope you get there at a reasonable time.
Fermín nods as João (Félix) discussing the upcoming game with him, watching the Portguese man's eyes as he speaks his thoughts. So he catches it when João raises his eyes, looking over Fermín's shoulder.
You grin, bringing your finger to your lips as you walk down the hall towards the two, behind Fermín's back, making eye contact with João. João subtly nods, makes eye contact with Fermín and says, "Nothing. I was just seeing things."
You thoroughly appreciate João's playing along. And his good acting.
"Seeing things?" your sweet boyfriend asks his teammate. You reach Fermín just as he's turning around to look anyway. He he lets out a confused, "Uh- oh!?" noise when you pull him into a hug, before (pretty much) yelling, "Wait, Y/n?!"
You giggle, and nod your thanks to João, who's smiling and practically chuckling himself. He nods and gives a small wave, before turning to saunter away, a smile on his lips. "So, how's my Fermín?" you ask softly.
Your boyfriend hugs you so tight, it slightly hurts, but you don't complain. You're probably hugging him tighter. He's giggling, and starts showering your cheeks with kisses, before exclaiming softly, "Very good, now that you're here! But why are you here, huh? ¡Mi corazón!" He's so adorable about your little surprise arrival. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"So it could be a surprise! And so I could see you acting all cute and surprised like this!" You grin up at him, your hand on his chest.
"Stop that!" he laughs, touching his nose to yours, holding you close. But then he gets a little more serious. "How long of a drive was it? I'm assuming you were in Madrid?"
"Madrid to Barbastro? It wasn't so bad. I would drive any difference to get to you, though..."
This makes him chuckle and give you those soft little lovey-dovey eyes that you love to see. He strokes your hair as you rub his back a little, before murmuring, "You were staying with your brother? What did you tell him?"
You smile at this question. Fermín- he always thinks deeply about a situation- especially if it's involving you. He always worries and makes sure everything went well with you. He really cares. "Just told him I'm staying with a friend," you chuckle and add, "In Sigüenza!"
"Sigüenza? Have you ever even been there?" He smiles, clearly amused.
"Uh, maybe, like, once. Not sure if he completely believed me, but I got out of there. So that I could come here and see you! Figured a game like this would be better for me to come to. You know, maybe since it'll be such a small stadium, it'll be actually easier for me to just get in and hide in the crowd."
Fermín nods, gently stroking your cheek, looking into your eyes and says, "If you think so." He's just so focused on taking in your presence.
He leans in and kisses your cheek again, when (of course) Ferran Torres turns the corner, slaps Fermín on his back, and says in a teasing voice with a chuckle, "Got to get going, Fermín. Glad you're having a good time with your girlfriend, but-"
"Oh, Ferran!" you snap, pulling away from your boyfriend to glare at the older man. "Would you shut up?! We haven't seen each other in forever. But I guess you wouldn't get how it feels, since clearly you could never pull-"
"Hey, hey!" Fermín laughs, putting a hand on your shoulder. But he's grinning. He loves your spunk. "Leave the poor guy alone. He's right, corazón. I do have to get going now."
Ferran just waves as he walks off, giggling mischievously. You roll your eyes and turn back to Fermín. "So annoying." But you're grinning. You hug him a last time, peck his lips, and murmur, "I'll go to my seat now. I'm excited to watch you do great out there, mi chico guapo."
He grins and says as he starts to turn to walk the way Ferran walked a minute earlier, "You just watch. I'm going to go out there and score a goal. For you. Okay?"
You grin back and nod as you pull on your mask, hat, and sunglasses- hopefully enough to hide your face from cameras. "I'll be watching for it."
He nods, that lovely adorable little smile on his face, waves to you, blows a kiss, and walks away from you.
Adrenaline fills every cell of your body as the ball hits the back of the net. A goal. But not just any goal.
Your Fermín's goal!
Your muscles send you to your feet, and you cheer, clapping your hands together, watching your boyfriend. You're sitting in a seat very close to the pitch, and you know that if he wanted to, Fermín could come over and hug you right now. But he knows he can't. He understands and respects that you can't be being pointed out. It has to stay a secret.
So, instead, he eyes you, with all the joy in the world.
You grin back, nodding at him. You can't help but giggle.
After the game, you return to Fermín's arms immediately, as if there's a magnetic force between you and him. "Hola, mi prícipe azul," you mutter softly with a little chuckle, before squealing and saying, "You did so good! What a goal! You're amazing!"
"Stop..." he murmurs back, but is clearly loving your praise.
You smile and lean up, about to kiss him, when suddenly your phone starts buzzing and ringing in your back pocket. You hesitate, eyes locked with your boyfriend's, before sighing and leaning away. You slip your phone out of your pocket. "Oh..." you stare at the screen. "It's Carlos."
Fermín nods understandingly and leans away. "I'll keep quiet. I know you have to answer it."
You nod, sending him a grateful smile, before leaning against the wall and answering the phone with a bubbly, "¡Eh, Carlos! ¿Cómo te va?" You hope you don't sound so cheery that is sounds like you're faking it. Well, it's not like you're not happy. You are!
Carlos completely ignores your question, cutting right to the chase. "Where are you?"
"Uh...? I'm at my friend's house. In Sigüenza. Why?"
"Really?" Carlos asks slowly. "How far of a drive is it from Barbastro to Sigüenza? Because I doubt it's under fifteen minutes."
You feel your heart drop to your stomach, and you lean more heavily on the wall behind you as your knees start to shake. Fermín sees this and takes a step toward you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you prevent that with simply a shake of your head. You swallow and put on a confused voice as you respond to your brother, "Sorry...?"
"You heard me. Y/n, what the hell? Why the hell did you lie to me? Why the hell are you in Barbastro? Why the hell are you at a Barcelona game, instead of on the sofa next to me right now?"
"Listen-" you cough, nervousness pounding in your head. Your eyes sprout tears, but you wipe them. Fermín- bless his heart- puts a hand on your shoulder, and gives you the eyes that seem to say, Just say the word, and I'll stand up for you.
You give your boyfriend another quick nod before responding into the phone, lies coming to your brain naturally, on the spot, "Listen, Carlos. I'm sorry for not telling you. My friend in Sigüenza I guess is a fan, and she thought it'd be so fun for us to all go to the game together. So, you know, there wasn't much I could argue with when someone buys you a ticket to a football game. You... You know? I'm sorry for lying. I really am. I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd be upset. You know, about me going to FC Barcelona's game instead of staying home with my family and watching Real Madrid's the night before. I really am sorry, Carlos. I hope you'll... forgive me. But... How did you even know I was at the game... Carlos?" You swallow, waiting for the answer. Fermín takes your hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
"The television showed you. Over and over. The commentators were pretty fascinated to see Y/n Sainz at a Barcelona game. Especially the one in Barbastro."
"Oh, f*ck that!" you snap. "My f*cking disguise didn't even work! Why don't they get their stupid cameras out of my life for once! Ugh!" you say angrily. Fermín gently rubs your shoulder, which is at least some ounce of comfort. "So, what? How did you see it, anyway? Have you just been caught red-handed watching a Barcelona game, too?"
"No. I was flipping channels, and there you were. But there's still something that's not making sense." Your eyebrows scrunch together as your grip on Fermín's hand tightens. Was there a hole in your lies that you missed...? Then Carlos asks, "Where were your friends?"
The lump in your throat grows larger. "What do you mean?"
"You were sitting next to some fat old man with a jersey from twenty years ago and a bunch of snotty kids on the other side-" Carlos has never been one to go out of his way to compliment anything associating with football club Barcelona. "-so where were your friend sitting, then?"
It feels as if all the muscles in your body flex at this one. Your mind goes blank, desperately searching for yet another lie to save yourself from telling your older brother the truth. It's like you've dug yourself in a hole that you're desperately trying to climb out of. It feels like you've nearly reached the top-
but your hand just slipped, plummeting you straight back down to the bottom, where you started.
And you break.
Tears stream down your face, and Fermín immediately tries to grab the phone from you, but you pull it away, swallowing as you blubber into the phone, "I don't know, Carlos... Okay... I don't know..."
There's a second or two of silence on the other end, before Carlos says, now in a more tender, less interrogating voice, "Y/n, all I asked is where your friend are. Is everything okay? Are you alright? Y/n, you're worrying me..."
"Please, Carlos... I'm fine... Just... Please..."
"Can you please just tell me the truth?"
"No..." you sniff, leaning into Fermín more and more. "I can't, because you'll be mad at me... It will ruin our relationship..." You don't know if you're talking about your relationship with Carlos or your relationship with Fermín.
"This is ruining our relationship! You keeping stuff from me! Y/n, you're my little sister! I don't want anything bad to happen to you! Just tell me what's wrong, and I can help!"
"You're the one making it all wrong. If you'd just leave me alone-"
"No. Y/n, you need to be honest with me right now, okay?"
"No, I don't. I don't, and I f*cking won't." At this, you hang up and fall into Fermín's arms.
He holds you there, close to his chest, before whispering, "I'm sorry..."
You look up slowly, sniffing, and wipe your eyes. It doesn't do much, since your tears are still coming. "For what?" you whisper. "You've done nothing wrong... It's just... Everything is messed up. Nothing went how I wanted it to... Fermín, I'm scared."
His eyes are tender, and he strokes your cheek. "My Y/n... I hate to see you cry. There's nothing to be scared of." He puts his arm around your back and starts leading you down the hall. "If Carlos finds out, Carlos finds out. He loves you, and you know that. I know you've spent all your energy hiding this, but mistakes happen, okay? I'll be by your side, but what's done is done." You nod, wiping up your soaked face with your hands, and let him lead you, until you get to the street. He sighs and murmurs, "F*ck. Missed the bus back to the hotel..."
"Oh..." a wave of guilt washes over you. "Fermín, I'm sorry... Isn't your team worried about you?"
"No, no. Don't worry about it. Either they completely missed my absence, or they got the memo that my girlfriend has just arrived and I might have other plans. Let's hope it's the second one, because that would be just a tad bit too silly if they just flat out forgot about me." There's a teasing tone in his voice, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Make you feel better. "You drove here? Where is your car?"
"Oh... yeah, right..." you sigh. After all the rush and emotions, you completely forgot you had your car here. You glance to Fermín, and catch in his expectant eyes a glint of excitement, too. You smile softly, understanding completely what this is from. You roll your eyes. "And no, Fermín. I didn't pull up in a Ferrari. That would draw too much attention." You can't blame him for being excited. You have driven a Ferrari before, (and many other super sick vehicles) and you know Fermín would love to go for a spin in one (or another of the insane sports cars you've driven.)
Fermín thinks they're cool, and as the daughter of Carlos Sainz Sr. and the sister of Carlos Sainz Jr., you tend to be able to get your hands on some pretty luxurious cars, it just so happens. And it's not like your family (especially your brother) won't jump at the drop of a hat to lend you something like that. You're Carlos's baby sister, and he'd do anything to treat you. So when you take advantage of that, every so often Fermín gets to go for a ride.
And you suppose Carlos has no idea of that.
Yet.
And just like that, you feel nauseous again.
When you arrive at Fermín's hotel room, you immediately both put on pajamas and get into bed. All night, he holds you close, never letting go. You lean your head against his chest, basking in the comfort. He knows it's hard. He understands what you're going through.
"Te amo," he whispers, just as you're drifting off to sleep. You never get a chance to say it back, because you're asleep before you can.
"I'm coming back to Barcelona with you."
"Lo siento, ¿qué?" Fermín asks, his head whipping up from tying the drawstrings of his sweatpants as he exits the hotel bathroom. His light pink lips are slightly parted as he stares at you, eyebrows raised.
"You heard me. I'm coming back to Barcelona with you," you repeat, locking eyes with him.
Fermín crosses the room and slips onto the hotel bed next to you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. "Mi corazón..." he mutters. "Of course I would never complain- I would love it if you came back to Barcelona with me. But don't you think that's not the best idea? Don't you have things to deal with back home in Madrid?"
You hesitate and mutter. "Sure I do. But I'd rather come with you back to Barcelona."
He frowns, nodding. "When are you going to go back to Madrid? And what will you tell your brother?"
Suddenly you snap, slipping out of bed, "I don't care, Fermín! And I don't plan to tell my brother anything! I know he'll call, but he can't make me pick up. I'm sick of him pretending like he's in charge of my life!"
"Y/n, come on. We both know he just cares about you. You know how worried sick he'll be if you randomly cut off communications and don't even tell him what happened to you. You can't do that to him. I know if my sibling did that to me, I'd be worried sick, too, and you and Carlos are very close. And he's much older than you. You know how he thinks of you. You can't do that to your brother," he tries, looking for eye contact. But you continue looking down.
"Fermín, no." You speak quietly, but firmly. "I won't. I'm scared, and I don't want to deal with him right now. And I know you said you'd be by my side, but I know you can't be. You can't possibly come to Madrid with me, and then get back to Barcelona."
Fermín sighs, and takes your chin, forcing you to look him in his eyes. "I understand you want to avoid your brother, but you can't have him worrying like that. It's just not right. He's only so concerned and protective because he cares, Y/n."
Your jaw clenches. You try to look away, but he doesn't let you. You swallow, looking at him, and murmur, realizing there's not much you can do, "Alright. Can we compromise?"
Fermín looks a little surprised at your sudden giving in, but nods. "Maybe. What are you thinking?"
You sigh. "I come back to Barcelona with you, but I still text Carlos. But I tell him I won't call, and if he wants to talk to me, he has to come to Barcelona himself and do it."
Fermín's immediate reaction is to protest with, "You expect him to drive from Madrid to Barcelona? You know how long of a trip that is!"
"Well, too bad, Fermín!" you snap. "It's what I'm willing to do! If he cares enough, he'll drive up. And trust me- he does."
Your boyfriend frowns, considering this, and finally nods. "Okay, then... I guess it's fair enough." And that's that.
You sit between Fermín's legs on the couch, watching the television as you munch on buttered popcorn and Fermín plays with/braids your hair. It's been three weeks since when Barcelona faced off with Barbastro, and since then all you've communicated with your brother is that if he wants to discuss anything with you, he's got to come to Barcelona and do it himself.
Do you miss your older brother? Yes. Yes, you one hundred percent do. Are you scared of your brother's attitude and reaction? Yes. Yes, you one hundred percent are.
As Fermín leans close, now stroking your arm with one hand, your phone buzzes in your lap. You give the bowl of popcorn to your boyfriend and pick up your phone.
You stare in shock at what you read on your phone. Fermín leans over and reads the text from Carlos along with you:
Carlos: I just arrived in Barcelona. I'm hoping we can meet somewhere in the morning, if you're not busy? I've been worrying lots
Fermín's hand gently moves to your waist, and after a few seconds, he whispers, "What will you do, my Y/n?"
"I don't know..." you sigh in hesitation.
"Can I make a suggestion?"
You look up at him from behind, meeting his eyes. You can't help but giggle at each other. He sighs, before turning serious again and saying, "Just send him my address and tell him to be around at 9:00 A.M."
"Fermín!" you snap, as though he's a complete lunatic. "You think we can just do it, just like that?!"
"Sure," he nods, cool headed. "I'm not scared of him, just because he drives cars fast and he's got big muscles. I run fast and... have slightly less big muscles than him." He grins, and you can't help but smile, too, at this. Fermín has a way of making serious things light-hearted. "Anyway, if you do it this way, I'll be there with you. Maybe it'd be easier to show him rather than tell. And I'll do the talking that you're still nervous to do. I will." He looks at you with sincere eyes.
You stare ahead, considering this for a while as Fermín slowly and absentmindedly rubs your thigh. Finally you sigh and mutter, "I guess that's the best thing... It's a shame it has come to this."
Fermín laughs softly, shaking his head, but you don't mind it. "You knew that at some point it would come to this. Y/n, you know this will be fine. It will be. I promise. Your brother loves you too much to do any of the stupid things you're scared of happening."
You frown, but then turn around hug him tightly. "Okay... Fermín." You look him in the eyes. "Okay. I know. It's still nerve-racking, though."
"I know, I know," he responds.
You sigh, take out your phone, and, despite yourself, text him.
Fermín gives your upper thigh a little pat.
You look up and study his handsome, lovely face for a few seconds, before kissing him all over. He lets you, chuckling a little. He always seems to laugh when you show him lots of affection, and you love it.
And before long, the two of you are fast asleep there.
When the doorbell rings at 9:01 A.M., your heart drops to your stomach. You knew it would happen. You prepared yourself. But you still can't help but shiver with nervous.
Fermín is trying making breakfast, and you're sitting at the island in the kitchen. He looks up from the food and is about to speak, but you say before he can, in a hurried tone, "I'll get it. You just stay here and keep making breakfast."
He hesitates for a moment, but then nods. "Alright... Call if you need me. And he's welcome to come in, too."
You nod and then head to the door. You exhale slowly, before opening the door.
Immediately, you're wrapped in a huge bear hug from your strong older brother, and he snaps, "What the hell? Why have you been avoiding me like this?! Are you embarrassed? It's fine! I've thought about it, and if you're dating a Barcelona fan that's fine... As long as he's a good guy, it shouldn't matter that much, right?"
You blink in surprise, leaning back, away from him, and meet his eyes, which are very similar to your own in shape and color. He's not stupid. Clearly he's tried to figure it out. But the concept of me dating an actual player for the club is so ridiculous, he just expects it's some random culer dude? Just this concept makes your heart (which was already in your stomach) seem to fall down to your knees. You swallow and awkwardly smile. If you could speak, you would, but no words whatsoever come to mind, and your mouth feels much too dry to form any words.
"So... I'm assuming this is his flat? Is he here? Can I meet him? What's his name?"
You allow yourself to breathe a little, and swallow. "Yes, this is his flat... And he's here... In the kitchen... You- You can meet him..." You open the door wide for him, and have to try a few times, before your voice finally allows you to call, "Fer- Fermín!"
"Fer...mín? That's his name?" your older brother asks. You nod slowly meeting his eyes again. You can't imagine that Carlos would know who Fermín is... right? It's not like a gives really any of his attention to any football club other than Real Madrid... Perhaps just the name sounds familiar? Well, it's not like Fermín has a super uncommon name or anything...
Your head is starting to hurt from all this overthinking. You swallow. "Yeah, yeah... That's his name."
You watch with dread (which you never though you'd feel at the sight of him) as your boyfriend enters the room. He has a smile on his face, but he's eyebrows are knitted together.
For a moment, the two stand there.
It's strange, for you. Here are (probably) the two people you care about most. The two people you spend the most time with, the two's whose opinions you value the most. Here they are, together. Two who you care about so much, but have always been separate. And you've always kept it that way.
It feels off, to have the two in the same room, right here, in front of you.
Their heights don't differ much, but Fermín's younger, gentler features contrast with Carlos. Fermín has lighter, nicer kept hair, while your brother of course has the same shock of dark hair you have, and right now, it's grown out a bit, curling at his ears.
You stare at the two.
You swallow as something like very vague recognition is reflected on Carlos's face. He says slowly, holding his hand out to shake Fermín's, "Hola... Have we met before...?"
You can't help but shake your head a little. Carlos, not recognizing a first team Barcelona player when he's right in front of him.
Or, pretty much first team, anyway.
A (cute) little nervous crooked smile appears on your boyfriend's face. He sends you a brief little glance with only those chocolate brown eyes, before looking back to Carlos. He shakes his hand as he swallows and says, "Well, you know, I... uh, I actually play for FC Barcelona."
Carlos opens his mouth, shuts it, and opens it again. "Okay..." he says slowly. "That... It makes sense, now... that Y/n was at the game in Barbastro..." he seems to be talking more to himself. He glances to you, and his eyes linger, before shifting back to Fermín and saying, "Fermín... Fermín Gómez...?"
That crooked little smile appears on Fermín's face again. "López."
You watch as your older brother nods, and then looks to you slowly. "Y/n, can I...?" he trails off, glancing to Fermín.
Fermín seems to get the hint that you didn't even pick up and nods, saying, "I'll go finish making breakfast. Carlos and Y/n, you're welcome to just stay here in the living room." He gives a cute little awkward smile, and walks out of the room.
Now you don't want him to go.
But your brother gently takes your wrist and tows you to the couch, forcing your eyes to wander from the doorway that Fermín just left through. You look to Carlos and swallow. Those eyes. So incredibly earnest. "You're not... mad?" you murmur softly.
"Mad? I'm disappointed you hid it from me, and didn't trust me. A part of me doesn't feel right about you dating a Barcelona player, but it's not like the club someone is playing for decides how good of a boyfriend he is, or if he's meant to be with my sister or not. I'm shocked- I was expecting it's a Barcelona fan, not a player. But whatever..." He trails off, swallows, and finishes, "No. No, I'm not mad."
"Oh... Oh, okay... I'm... I'm sorry."
He nods, not looking at you. "I forgive you. I'm sorry, too. There had to have been a reason why you didn't trust me. So I'm sorry."
You say, "I forgive you," though you're not even one hundred percent sure what you're forgiving him for.
If you thought introducing just your older brother to Fermín was just terrible, introducing him to your whole family is like actual hell.
Fermín keeps his arms tightly around your shoulders as you sit on your couch. You feel stiff and rigid as Fermín manages the awkward questions and empty small talk. Your family is always so open, but with Carlos insisting everyone meet Fermín here, it's unnatural.
Why don't they accept him? They accept other people's friends, girlfriends, etc., much easier. Fermín is acting so sweet and polite.. like he always does... What don't they like about him?
Unlike Carlos, do they really care that much about stupid football club rivalries? Gosh, there are plenty of fans of different clubs who get on just fine.
How is Fermín being a player any different?
He's a culer, just like any fan, right? I mean, I don't know what I am. Am I a culer?
Who cares? I'm Fermín López's girlfriend and Carlos Sainz Sr.'s daughter. Think that's enough for one person!
Suddenly you're pulled out of your racing mind when Fermín's hand settles on your waist and he says, "...right, Y/n?"
"Uh, huh?" you ask, looking at Fermín just as he pecks your lips with a little laugh. You blush and murmur, "Gosh, Fermín, not here."
But he pulls you tighter to his side and says with a soft, slightly defiant little smirk, "I'm so happy that you all have accepted me as Y/n's boyfriend, Sainz family." The faces of your family members span from confused to uncomfortable to (only a few of them) genuinely accepting. But Fermín adds with a chuckle, kissing your cheek, "Although, of course, your opinions, or anyone's, about our relationship doesn't matter to me." He meets your eyes with those deep brown ones.
You swallow and nod, getting up the courage in that moment to respond with, "Yeah, Fermín... You know, I think I agree with you..."
"thinking is all wrong, love will happen when it wants”
genre — fluff, suggestive, a tiny bit of angst
word count — 20k
summary — y/n has always been close with her brother gavi's best friend, fermín lópez. what began as a childhood crush is now a dynamic filled with tension and playful teasing. after y/n's relationship with her toxic boyfriend ends, fermín sees his chance and steps up, turning his flirty banter into something real. as emotions rise, their undeniable chemistry leads them to confront the feelings they've hidden for years, realizing that their connection has always been deeper than they thought.
an — based on honesty by pink sweat$. i had so much fun writing this <3
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the day gavi left for la masia was one of the hardest days of y/n’s life. her little brother, who’d always been so shy and reserved, was suddenly thrust into a world much bigger than their small home in los palacios. she had always been the protective older sister, the one who made sure gavi didn’t get lost in his own thoughts or overwhelmed by the world around him. but now, she couldn’t protect him from the unknowns that awaited him at la masia.
the house felt quieter, emptier, without gavi’s presence. even aurora, who was usually the lively one, seemed subdued. y/n couldn’t help but worry—would gavi make friends? would he be able to handle the pressure? would he miss home too much?
her worries didn’t fully ease until gavi came home for the first time after joining the academy. but when he did return, she was surprised to see how much he had grown—not just physically, but in confidence. her shy little brother was still there, but there was a new light in his eyes, a spark of something stronger. and he wasn’t alone.
“this is fermín,” gavi said proudly, his arm slung casually around the other boy’s shoulders. “he’s my best friend.”
fermín looked a little uncertain, his eyes flickering to y/n before quickly looking away, as if he was trying to figure out how to act. there was something endearing about the way he shifted on his feet, his hands stuffed into his pockets like he didn’t quite know what to do with them. he was taller than gavi, lean and lanky, but his posture was relaxed in a way that hinted at the quiet confidence he’d grow into later.
“nice to meet you, fermín,” y/n said softly, offering him a smile. she felt a strange warmth bloom in her chest as their eyes met—something unfamiliar and a little unsettling. she was used to boys looking at her, but there was something different about the way fermín’s gaze lingered, hesitant but curious, like he didn’t quite know what to make of her.
“nice to meet you too,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing pink as he quickly glanced away again, the tips of his ears turning red. gavi, oblivious to the sudden tension in the air, continued talking, but y/n found it hard to focus on anything other than the quiet, almost shy presence of fermín standing in her home.
he wasn’t like the other boys y/n had met. fermín didn’t try to impress her or put on airs—he was just... himself. awkward, a little unsure, but with a kindness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. she wasn’t used to feeling so flustered, especially not around someone like him. it wasn’t love, not yet, but it was something—something that settled in her chest and made her cheeks heat up every time fermín happened to look her way.
and fermín—he felt it too. he had never been good with girls, especially not ones like y/n, who seemed so effortlessly beautiful and composed. but there was something about her that made his heart race, something about the way she smiled at him that made his palms sweat and his words stumble. he didn’t know what it was, exactly, but he knew that he wanted to spend more time with her, to figure out why being around her made him feel like he was standing on the edge of something big, something he couldn’t quite name.
from that moment on, fermín became a regular fixture in their home. their parents took an immediate liking to him, treating him like another son. fermín had moved to la masia young, away from his family, and y/n’s parents took it upon themselves to welcome him with open arms. there was always a seat for him at the dinner table, and y/n noticed how quickly he became a part of their everyday life. he was always there—laughing with gavi, helping around the house, or simply sitting quietly, his presence a comforting one.
and every time fermín was around, y/n couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. she found herself stealing glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking, her heart fluttering in a way that was completely unfamiliar to her. it was ridiculous, really—he was just gavi’s best friend, just a boy. but there was something about him that made her cheeks flush and her thoughts scatter, and it drove her crazy that she couldn’t figure out why.
they never spoke about it. neither of them dared to mention the way their eyes lingered a little too long on each other, or the way their faces heated up when their hands brushed by accident. it was just a crush, something simple and innocent, the kind of feeling that made them both a little shy, a little awkward, but not brave enough to admit it to each other. and so, they stayed in that strange limbo—two teenagers tiptoeing around their feelings, both too scared to say what was really on their minds.
but those quiet moments, those unspoken glances—they were the beginning of something neither of them could have predicted.
the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting warm, golden light across the living room as gavi and fermín sat on the couch, their eyes glued to the tv screen as they battled it out in a heated game of fifa. the sound of buttons clicking filled the room, along with the occasional groan of frustration or triumphant shout from gavi, who was clearly winning.
“how’s your sister?” fermín asked casually, though his focus remained on the game. his tone was light, but gavi didn’t miss the way his friend’s voice softened ever so slightly at the mention of y/n.
gavi chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced over at fermín. “still not single, if that’s what you’re asking. i don’t know why you keep waiting around, hermano. she’s got that guy from uni—what’s his name?—the one everyone hates.”
fermín shrugged, his fingers moving deftly over the controller as he tried to stage a comeback in the game. “doesn’t matter. i’ve waited this long; i can wait a little longer. besides, i’m not giving up that easily.”
gavi laughed again, more amused than anything else. he didn’t take fermín’s flirting seriously—he just thought his friend liked to mess with y/n because she was pretty and because it got under her skin. “you’re insane, you know that? you could have any girl you want. they throw themselves at you, and you’re still hung up on my sister?”
fermín’s eyes flicked to gavi, his expression suddenly serious, though the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile. “yeah, but none of them are her.”
before gavi could respond, the sound of soft footsteps reached their ears, and they both turned just as y/n appeared at the bottom of the stairs. she was wearing her usual comfy shorts and an oversized shirt, her hair a little mussed from sleep. she froze when she saw them, her eyes widening slightly as she realized she wasn’t alone.
“didn’t know you two were here,” she muttered, her cheeks flushing as she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious about her appearance.
fermín’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned back against the couch, his gaze raking over her in a way that made her heart race. “you look good, hermosa. you don’t need to hide from me.”
her blush deepened, and she rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips. “you’re impossible, fermín.”
“you love it,” fermín shot back, his voice teasing but with an underlying warmth that made her stomach flutter.
gavi, oblivious to the tension between them, just laughed, shaking his head. “hermana, don’t let him bother you. he’s harmless. besides, i’m sure you’re used to his nonsense by now.”
“oh, she’s definitely used to me,” fermín said with a wink, his eyes never leaving y/n’s face. “but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it.”
“don't you have anything else to do?” y/n asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. “you have plenty of girls who throw themselves at you. go bother one of them.”
“i told you,” fermín said, his voice dropping slightly as he followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she filled her glass with water. “none of them are you, mi vida.”
she took a sip of water, trying to ignore the way her heart raced at the sound of his voice, the way his presence seemed to fill the entire room. “you’re just saying that,” she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction.
fermín stepped closer, his eyes darkening as he lowered his voice to a whisper. “you know i’m not. i’ve waited this long, and i’ll keep waiting until you see it too.”
her breath caught in her throat as his words sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps rising on her skin. she hated how easily he could get under her skin, how his words made her feel things she wasn’t ready to admit, even to herself.
“you’re wasting your time,” she whispered back, though even as she said it, she knew it wasn’t true. fermín had always been different—he wasn’t like the other guys who flirted with her, who saw her as just another girl. there was something about him that made her want to believe him, to trust that he really did mean what he said.
“maybe,” fermín said with a shrug, his tone lightening as he stepped back, giving her space. “but i don’t mind. some things are worth waiting for.”
she rolled her eyes again, but there was no hiding the small smile that tugged at her lips as she turned away, trying to ignore the way her heart still raced. “you’re impossible,” she repeated, though this time, there was a hint of affection in her voice.
“and you love it,” fermín said with a grin, his eyes twinkling as he leaned against the counter, watching her with that same soft, almost reverent gaze that had made her heart flutter the first time they’d met.
gavi finally looked up from the game, his expression amused as he watched the two of them. “seriously, hermana, don’t let him get to you. he’s just messing around.”
fermín’s eyes flicked to gavi, his smile widening as he replied, “oh, i’m not messing around. not when it comes to her.”
y/n felt her cheeks flush again, and she quickly turned back to her glass of water, trying to hide her reaction. but even as she did, she couldn’t help but feel a small thrill at fermín’s words, a sense of anticipation that she couldn’t quite shake.
because no matter how much she tried to deny it, there was a part of her that was starting to believe him.
y/n was in her room, completely absorbed in her music, the soft hum of her headphones drowning out the world. she bent over to pick up something from the floor, unaware of anything beyond the lyrics swirling in her mind. her back was turned to the door, oblivious to the fact that someone had appeared at her doorway, watching her with a wicked grin.
fermín stood leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, eyes unapologetically lingering on her. he didn’t even bother hiding the way his gaze trailed over her form, taking in every curve, every detail. the corner of his mouth tugged upward in amusement—he loved how unaware she was of the effect she had on him. moments like this, when she wasn’t guarded, made him want her even more.
she finally sensed something, turning her head slightly and spotting fermín out of the corner of her eye. startled, y/n straightened up quickly, her heart jumping in her chest. her headphones slipped off her ears, the music abruptly fading as she whipped around to face him.
"oh my goodness, fermín," she gasped, placing a hand over her chest. “you scared the hell out of me. what are you doing here?”
he just shrugged, a lazy grin plastered on his face. “i was just enjoying the view,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate, his eyes flicking down her body before locking with hers again. “you really shouldn’t leave the door open when you’re bent over like that. it’s dangerous.”
y/n’s eyes narrowed, heat rushing to her cheeks as she processed his words. “god, you’re such a—”
“what?” fermín interrupted, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation, his movements smooth, calculated. “i’m just saying, baby, you have nothing to hide.” his voice dropped lower, more sensual, as he stood closer now, his presence overwhelming in the small space of her room. “in fact, you should show off a little more. it’s a crime to keep all of that to yourself.”
y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively as she backed up slightly, her back brushing against the edge of her desk. “you’re disgusting.”
fermín chuckled, unfazed by her deflection. “and yet, you haven’t kicked me out.” he stepped closer, his voice lowering even more, laced with a teasing edge that made her stomach flip. “i know you like it when i flirt with you. i give you all my attention, hmm? ”
“i think you’ve confused liking it with tolerating it,” y/n shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. it was hard to keep her composure when he was this close, his presence making the air feel thicker, heavier.
fermín leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “i don’t think marco flirts with you like this, does he?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “he doesn’t make you feel the way i do.”
y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of marco, the guy she’d been seeing casually on and off in uni. their relationship was complicated, messy, but it was nothing like this—nothing like the tension she felt with fermín.
“you don’t know anything about marco,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to steady herself. she was determined not to let him see how much he affected her.
fermín’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned even closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “i know enough. i know he doesn’t know how to touch you like i would,” he whispered, his voice dripping with suggestion, each word a deliberate tease. “he doesn’t know how to please you like i can. you feel that, don’t you?”
goosebumps erupted along y/n’s skin, her breath hitching as his words sank in. the worst part was, he was right. there was something about fermín that got under her skin in a way no one else could. but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
“you think too highly of yourself,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest.
fermín pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes burning into hers. “no, y/n.” he murmured, his lips curling into a slow, confident smile. “i think just the right amount. you’ll see that eventually.”
the tension in the air was thick, electric, and for a moment, y/n almost faltered. the way fermín looked at her, like he was daring her to give in, was tempting—too tempting. but she wasn’t going to let him win this easily.
with a quick smirk, y/n pushed herself off the desk, brushing past him as she made her way toward the door. “keep dreaming, fermín,” she tossed over her shoulder, her tone light but teasing, leaving him standing there, high and dry.
fermín’s eyes followed her, a frustrated yet amused chuckle escaping his lips as he watched her leave. “oh, hermosa” he called after her, his voice low and smooth. “i know you want me too. i am a patient man; i can wait for you to come around.”
y/n didn’t bother responding, though her heart was still racing as she left the room, leaving fermín wanting more, just as she intended.
it was another friday night at the gavira household, but the air felt different tonight, thick with an unspoken tension. fermín sat on the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh as aurora, her boyfriend, and gavi settled in for movie night. aurora was nestled under a blanket, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder, while gavi stretched out beside them, lazily flipping through the channels to pick something to watch.
but fermín? fermín wasn’t paying attention. he couldn’t. his mind was elsewhere.
"where's y/n?" he asked again, his voice tight with frustration, though he tried to sound casual. he’d asked the same question earlier, but now it felt more like a demand than idle curiosity.
gavi sighed, rolling his eyes as if to say, not this again. "she’s out with marco. they’ve got some uni thing or whatever."
at the mention of marco, fermín’s jaw clenched, a wave of jealousy crashing over him. he tried to ignore the bitterness in his throat, but it was useless. marco. it was always marco. how many times had he watched y/n leave to go see him, always with that same hopeful look in her eyes?
“marco?” fermín spat the name out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “why do you guys let her be with him? you know he’s no good for her.”
aurora glanced at him from where she was curled up, raising an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. “she’s a grown woman, fermín. we’re not her keepers.”
gavi nodded, his voice filled with amusement. “yeah, man. y/n can take care of herself. besides, why are you so worked up? you’re always flirting with her, but we all know you’re not serious.”
aurora snickered, clearly entertained by the whole situation. "come on, fermín, you’ve had a crush on her since forever. but we all know you’re just... you."
gavi laughed at his sister’s words, oblivious to the depth of fermín’s feelings. "yeah, besides, all those girls at the club basically throw themselves at you. don’t act like you’re some lovesick puppy."
fermín felt the sharp sting of frustration. they don’t get it. gavi didn’t get it. none of them knew how long he’d been waiting, how much he actually cared. but he didn’t argue. he couldn’t. he didn’t want to seem vulnerable, not with them teasing him like this.
but his mind kept wandering to y/n—and marco. she deserves so much better than him.
the rest of the night dragged on, the movie playing in the background as fermín’s thoughts spiraled. gavi and aurora were oblivious to the internal war going on inside him. every second that y/n spent with marco felt like it was chipping away at him.
as the movie ended and everyone started getting ready to head to bed, fermín slipped into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, his mood still dark. just as he was about to leave, the door creaked open, and y/n walked in, her face pale, her expression a mix of anger and hurt.
she froze when she saw him, visibly taken aback by his presence. "oh, great," she muttered under her breath. “i’m not in the mood for this.”
fermín didn’t bother hiding his concern. “for what?” he asked, stepping closer to her. “for me?”
y/n crossed her arms over her chest, trying to appear composed, but fermín could see through it. “yes, for you. i’m really not in the mood for your flirting, fermín. not tonight.”
his gaze softened as he looked at her, catching the way her eyes flickered with something deeper—something more vulnerable. “i’m not just your flirt,” he said gently. “i’m your friend, too. remember?” he leaned in slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “and don’t forget who gave you your first kiss.”
her eyes widened, the memory hitting her like a wave. “ugh,” she groaned, wrinkling her nose. “that was disgusting.”
they were twelve, sitting under the tree in her backyard, a warm summer day. it had been an innocent dare—something childish, something silly, but the second their lips met, fermín felt something he couldn’t quite name at the time. the kiss was awkward, clumsy, and over in an instant, both of them laughing nervously afterward, neither realizing the weight of what it meant.
“disgusting?” fermín feigned offense, though a mischievous smile danced on his lips. “you didn’t seem to think so back then.”
y/n rolled her eyes, but there was a trace of a smile on her face despite the hurt lingering in her expression. “what do you want, fermín?”
he ignored her question, stepping closer and gently grabbing her hand. “sit down with me,” he urged softly, his voice lower now, more serious. “tell me what happened.”
she hesitated, but something in his tone made her comply, and she let him pull her to the kitchen counter where they both sat. she sighed, looking down at their hands for a moment before speaking.
“marco,” she started, bitterness creeping into her voice. “he embarrassed me tonight. we were at the club, and he—” her voice wavered, and she clenched her fists. “he kissed someone else. in front of everyone. like i didn’t even matter.”
fermín’s grip on her hand tightened, his jaw clenching as anger bubbled up inside him. “he did what?” his voice was low, dangerous.
“yeah,” she scoffed bitterly. “i guess he figured he could get away with it because we’ve been so on and off. like it didn’t matter.” her eyes met fermín’s, and she forced a weak smile. “it’s over between us. for good this time.”
fermín’s heart raced, his mind flashing through all the times he had to watch her with marco, pretending he was okay with it. but now—now she was single, and he finally had an opening. his fingers brushed hers softly, their closeness suddenly thick with tension.
“he’s an idiot, you know that, right?” fermín said softly, his eyes boring into hers. “you deserve so much more than him.”
y/n’s gaze flickered to his lips for a split second before she caught herself, pulling back slightly. “fermín, don’t—”
he didn’t let her finish. instead, he leaned in, his face inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. “let me kiss you,” he whispered, his voice low and full of desire. “just this once.”
for a moment, the world seemed to stop, their gazes locked, the weight of his words hanging between them. y/n hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, and then, before she could think it through, she nodded.
fermín’s lips were on hers in an instant, soft but insistent, a mixture of pent-up desire and tenderness. his hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she melted into the kiss, years of tension between them finally snapping. the kiss deepened, his hands sliding up her back as her fingers tangled in his hair.
y/n’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath still mingling with fermín’s as they both turned toward the sound of the creaking stairs. but there was no one—just the empty space of the dark hallway leading up to the bedrooms. for a heartbeat, they stayed frozen, staring, listening for any sign of life. but when no one appeared, fermín’s gaze slowly slid back to y/n, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips.
“you scared?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, the heat between them flaring up again as if it had never been interrupted. “because i’m not.”
y/n swallowed, her throat dry, but she refused to look away from him, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “you’re crazy, you know that?” she whispered, her voice breathy, her body still thrumming from the intensity of their kiss.
“only when it comes to you,” he said softly, taking a step forward, closing the gap once more. his hands found her waist again, his touch firm and possessive. “every time i’m around you, i feel like i’m losing my mind.”
her heart pounded wildly as his words sank in, and the fire in his eyes made it impossible to pretend she wasn’t affected. every inch of her felt like it was burning, aching for his touch. she knew she should stop this, knew they were treading on dangerous ground. but the way he was looking at her—the way he was holding her, like she was something precious, something he’d waited so long to have—made it impossible to think straight.
“fermín,” she whispered, his name a soft plea on her lips.
“say it again,” he murmured, his forehead brushing against hers. his voice was rough, edged with need. “say my name like that again.”
“fermín,” she breathed, her fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. he groaned softly, the sound reverberating through her, and then his mouth was on hers again, hot and demanding, his kiss full of raw, unrestrained passion.
this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. his hands slid up her sides, skimming over her curves as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he needed to touch every part of her. y/n’s hands fisted in his shirt, tugging him closer, her own body arching into his. she’d never felt like this before—never felt this desperate, this alive.
“you have no idea what you do to me,” fermín murmured against her lips, his voice strained, his hands wandering down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. “you think he could ever make you feel like this?” his tone was dark, possessive, filled with a kind of jealousy that made her heart race even faster.
“no,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. “fermín, I—”
“then say it,” he growled softly, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “tell me i’m the only one.”
“you’re the only one,” she whispered, her voice breaking as his mouth found that sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking against her skin. “you—oh god, fermín—”
“that’s right,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her up onto the counter with ease. “just me, y/n. no one else.” his words were like a promise, a vow, each syllable laced with heat and desire. “you’re mine.”
the way he said it—so certain, so absolute—sent a thrill through her, making her pulse race. she should’ve stopped him, should’ve reminded him of all the reasons this was a terrible idea. but instead, she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.
“prove it,” she whispered breathlessly, her lips brushing against his in a teasing, almost taunting kiss. “prove that you’re better.”
his eyes darkened, and for a moment, y/n thought she’d pushed him too far. but then fermín’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, his gaze searing into hers.
“oh, i will,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. “but you already know that, don’t you?”
before she could respond, his lips were on hers again, his kiss deep and consuming, his hands sliding up to cradle her face. he kissed her like he was trying to memorize her, like he wanted to burn himself into her memory, his touch leaving a trail of fire wherever it landed.
“you think he could ever do this?” fermín whispered against her lips, his hands sliding down to her thighs, squeezing gently. “think he could make you feel like you’re burning from the inside out?”
“no,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath hitching as his hands moved higher, teasing the sensitive skin just below the hem of her shorts. “only you, fermín. only you.”
“good,” he growled softly, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “because i’m not letting anyone else have you.”
their kiss deepened, the world around them disappearing until there was nothing but the two of them, the heat between them, the way his hands gripped her like he never wanted to let go. y/n’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching into his, her heart racing in her chest.
“fermín,” she gasped, her voice breaking as his mouth moved lower, his lips trailing fire down her throat. “we—we shouldn’t—”
“do you really want me to stop?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, his hands sliding up to cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “tell me, y/n. tell me you don’t want this.”
her resolve crumbled under the intensity of his stare, the way his hands framed her face so gently, like she was something fragile, something precious. “i—i can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “because i do want it. i want you.”
fermín’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening. “then don’t say no,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against hers in the barest of kisses. “don’t push me away.”
“i won’t,” she breathed, her heart pounding wildly. “not anymore.”
the relief, the raw emotion in his gaze nearly undid her, and then fermín was kissing her again, his lips claiming hers in a kiss so deep, so intense, it left her breathless. he kissed her like he was afraid she’d disappear, like he was trying to pour every unspoken feeling, every ounce of desire into her, and y/n found herself responding just as fiercely, matching his passion with her own.
“you’re mine,” fermín whispered against her lips, his hands gripping her hips tightly, possessively. “and i’m yours.”
fermín’s hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. the cool marble beneath her was a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them, his body pressed firmly against hers. his mouth claimed hers with an urgency that made her head spin, his lips searing against her own as his hands trailed up her sides, fingers splayed against her back as he pulled her closer.
“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her skin. “do you know that?”
“good,” she whispered back, voice breathless as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer. “because you make me feel the same.”
his response was a low growl of approval, his lips trailing down her jaw, nipping gently at the sensitive skin of her neck. she gasped softly, her body arching into his, every nerve alight with a fire that only he seemed capable of igniting. the feel of him nestled between her legs, the solid weight of his body against hers—it was intoxicating.
“fermín,” she breathed, his name a soft plea on her lips, her nails raking lightly down his back. “don’t stop.”
but just as he leaned in to capture her lips once more, the sound of footsteps creaking on the stairs made them freeze. they pulled apart abruptly, eyes wide as they turned to see aurora standing at the base of the stairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily. y/n’s breath came in quick, shallow bursts, her face flushed as she tried to smooth down her hair, pretending like they hadn’t just been seconds away from losing themselves completely.
“what are you two doing?” aurora asked suspiciously, her gaze flicking between them, her brow furrowed in confusion. she looked far too alert for someone who’d just woken up.
“just… getting water,” fermín answered, his voice a little too casual, his hands still resting on y/n’s waist as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go. y/n nodded quickly, biting her lip to keep from laughing at how ridiculous they must’ve looked, flushed and breathless in the middle of the kitchen at midnight.
aurora raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “right,” she muttered, glancing between them one last time before turning back to the cabinet and grabbing a glass. she filled it slowly, her eyes lingering on them for just a moment too long before she finally turned and padded back up the stairs.
the second she was gone, fermín turned back to y/n, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. “we’re not very good at sneaking around, are we?” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly over her bare thigh, the touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across her skin.
“maybe we should practice more,” she suggested, her voice low, teasing as she leaned forward, her lips grazing his ear. “you know… when no one else is around.”
the suggestion hung between them, thickening the air with anticipation. fermín groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips, his resolve wavering as she looked up at him through her lashes, eyes dark and full of promise.
“don’t tempt me, hermosa,” he warned, his voice a low growl, his hands sliding up to cup her face gently, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. “because if I take you to bed now, I won’t be able to stop.”
“who says i want you to?” she whispered back, her breath warm against his lips, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. the way she looked at him—full of mischief and desire—made it nearly impossible to think, every rational thought disappearing in the haze of want that clouded his mind.
“y/n,” he murmured, his voice strained as he rested his forehead against hers, trying to keep himself in check. “go upstairs. now.”
“but—”
“now,” he repeated firmly, though his gaze betrayed just how close he was to giving in. “before i change my mind.”
she pouted, her lips forming into a soft, teasing smile as she slowly slid off the counter, making a show of it, her body brushing against his as she moved. she felt his hands grip her waist briefly, like he was fighting the urge to pull her back against him, his eyes glued to her every movement as she took a step back, then another.
“goodnight, fermín,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement as she turned, giving her hips an exaggerated sway as she walked towards the stairs.
and then she felt it—a light, playful tap against her bottom, making her squeal softly, more from surprise than anything else. she turned back to see him smirking, his eyes dark with hunger, his fingers lingering where he’d touched her, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let her go.
“go,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “before i change my mind and take you right here.”
her stomach flipped at the raw desire in his voice, her pulse racing as she took another step, her eyes never leaving his. “sweet dreams, fermín,” she teased, a wicked smile pulling at her lips as she started up the stairs. “dream of me.”
“i already do,” he shot back, his gaze burning into hers. “and tonight will be no different.”
she shook her head, laughing softly as she made her way up the stairs, feeling the weight of his gaze on her the entire time. and just before she disappeared around the corner, she glanced back, giving him one last, playful smile.
“goodnight, fermín,” she murmured softly, the words almost a promise.
“goodnight, hermosa,” he whispered back, his voice filled with a longing that made her heart ache.
and with that, she turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving him standing alone in the kitchen, his heart racing and his hands still tingling from the feel of her skin.
“dios mío,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm himself. “she’s going to be the death of me.”
but even as he turned away, heading for the sink to splash some cold water on his face, a slow smile spread across his lips.
because tonight—tonight, she’d chosen him.
and that was all he needed.
the next morning, the atmosphere in the kitchen was light and lively as y/n’s family gathered for breakfast. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of scrambled eggs and toast as her mom hummed along to a tune on the radio. gavi and their dad were already engaged in a spirited debate about last night’s game, while aurora and her boyfriend, adrián, whispered quietly, still looking half-asleep.
but y/n’s attention wasn’t on any of them. it was on fermín, seated right across the table from her, his eyes lingering on her lips whenever he thought no one was looking, like he couldn’t stop replaying every stolen moment from last night.
she bit back a smile, determined to make him squirm for the way he’d left her breathless and aching before sending her to bed alone. “such a gentleman,” she’d teased softly before slipping up the stairs, knowing he’d been one wrong look away from following her up and finishing what they’d started.
“so, y/n,” gavi suddenly spoke up, snapping her out of her thoughts. “what’s going on with marco? are you two… back together again?”
the entire table fell silent, every gaze turning to her, and y/n froze, her heart hammering. she opened her mouth to respond, but fermín beat her to it.
“they’re not together,” he said smoothly, his voice calm but firm as he set his coffee cup down, his eyes locked on gavi’s. “in fact, they’re completely done. forever.”
every head at the table turned toward him, eyes wide with surprise.
“what?” her dad blinked, clearly thrown. “since when?”
“since last night,” fermín replied, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze flicked to y/n. “she told me herself.”
aurora narrowed her eyes, her gaze darting between the two of them. “she told you?” she repeated slowly, suspicion creeping into her tone.
“yes,” fermín said lightly, leaning back in his chair, looking completely at ease despite the tension crackling in the air. “we had a little… chat.”
y/n’s heart was pounding, heat creeping up her neck. she could practically feel her family’s curious stares burning into her, but she couldn’t look away from fermín, who was watching her with that infuriatingly smug smile, his eyes gleaming with something dark and triumphant.
“well, that’s wonderful news,” their mom said brightly, clearly choosing to ignore the tension between them. “i never liked that boy anyway.”
“neither did i,” gavi muttered darkly, his gaze still fixed on fermín like he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “but wait, why didn’t you tell us?”
y/n opened her mouth to answer, but fermín spoke first again, his voice soft but firm. “because she was still processing it,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “breaking things off for good isn’t easy, especially when there’s history.”
her heart skipped a beat. the way he said it—the way he looked at her—it was like he was talking about more than just marco. like he was talking about them.
“well, good for you, y/n,” aurora said firmly, snapping everyone out of the tense moment. she raised her glass of orange juice, a fierce look on her face. “to cutting out toxic boys and moving on to better things.”
“to better things,” the rest of the family echoed, lifting their glasses in a toast.
y/n forced a smile, clinking her glass with gavi’s, her heart still racing. “thanks, guys,” she murmured softly, feeling a rush of warmth at their support.
but even as the conversation shifted to other topics, she couldn’t stop sneaking glances at fermín. couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d stepped in, the way he’d spoken up for her like it was his job to protect her, defend her.
and then, just as everyone started getting up to clear their plates, fermín moved. he slipped behind her, his body brushing hers for just a moment, sending a shiver down her spine as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“you didn’t think i’d let you handle that alone, did you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
she sucked in a breath, her pulse racing. “why did you do that?” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the clatter of dishes.
he pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark, intense. “because i don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he murmured softly, his hand skimming lightly over her lower back, making her shiver. “and you, hermosa… you’re mine.”
her heart stuttered, the air between them crackling with tension.
“oh?” she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling despite herself. “since when?”
fermín’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, his gaze dropping to her lips, then lower. “since the second i kissed you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that made her knees weak. “and from now on, no one else gets to touch you. no one.”
her breath caught, her entire body tingling at the possessive note in his voice. “do you understand?” he murmured, his eyes burning into hers.
“yes,” she breathed, barely able to form the word. “yes.”
“good girl,” he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple before stepping back, his gaze still smoldering. “now go upstairs, y/n.”
her heart jumped, her pulse racing. “why?” she whispered, fighting to keep her voice steady.
fermín’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her lips, then lower. “because if you don’t, i’m going to forget where we are and make you scream my name right here in this kitchen.”
heat flooded her cheeks, her breath hitching. but before she could respond, he stepped back, giving her a wicked grin. “go,” he murmured softly.
she swallowed hard, forcing herself to turn, to move towards the stairs. but just as she reached the first step, she glanced back over her shoulder, arching her back slightly, giving him a slow, deliberate smile.
“you know,” she murmured softly, her voice a low, teasing purr. “you’re not the only one who likes to tease, fermín.”
his gaze darkened, his jaw clenching. “watch it, hermosa,” he growled softly, his voice rough. “or you’re going to regret it.”
she smirked, giving her hips a slow, deliberate sway as she ascended the stairs, her heart pounding.
“we’ll see,” she called softly over her shoulder, just loud enough for him to hear.
but even as she disappeared down the hall, she could still feel his gaze burning into her, still hear his words echoing in her ears.
you’re mine.
and god help her, but she liked the sound of that more than she should.
the house was quieter than usual, the muffled sounds of the tv drifting in from the living room where gavi and their dad were engrossed in some match commentary. aurora and adrián were in the backyard, talking softly, their laughter drifting through the open windows. it was a rare, peaceful afternoon — a break from the chaos of training schedules and back-to-back matches.
fermín had been wandering down the hallway, headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink, when a soft hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him sideways, right through the door he had looked at for what felt like hours.
y/n’s room.
“hermosa—”
the door clicked shut behind them, and before he could even register what was happening, she was on him, her mouth hot and insistent against his. fermín froze for a split second, eyes wide, hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. but then she kissed him harder, her fingers tangling in his hair, and he melted against her, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.
“well, hello to you, too,” he murmured breathlessly when she finally pulled back for air, his lips already chasing hers again.
“shut up,” she whispered, and then her mouth was on his again, all soft heat and urgency. she kissed him like she couldn’t get enough, like he was something she needed to breathe. fermín’s head spun, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
“miss me, did you?” he teased between kisses, his voice a low rasp.
y/n’s only response was to nip at his lower lip, tugging him closer until his back hit the door. “maybe,” she muttered, her hands trailing down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay against the warm skin of his stomach. “you’re insufferable, you know that?”
he chuckled, the sound low and rough as he cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head up so he could deepen the kiss. “and yet you’re the one who couldn’t wait to get me alone,” he murmured against her lips, his smile widening when he felt her shudder.
“shut up,” she repeated, but there was no bite to her words. only want.
they stumbled back, fumbling towards the bed as they kissed, their hands roaming, pulling, grasping at each other. every nerve in fermín’s body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of her, the taste of her, the intoxicating reality of having her pressed so close.
they broke apart just long enough for her to push him onto the bed, climbing up to straddle his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips. fermín’s breath hitched, his hands flying to her waist as he stared up at her, his gaze dark and hungry.
“getting used to this view,” he murmured, his voice low and strained, his fingers flexing against her hips. “could watch you like this all day, hermosa.”
y/n rolled her eyes, her lips twitching in a reluctant smile. “god, you’re such a—”
but whatever insult she was about to throw at him melted into a gasp as fermín’s hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing teasingly against the underside of her breasts. she leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, breathless kiss, her hands framing his face as she poured every ounce of longing and frustration and pent-up desire into it.
“fermín,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling. “i don’t want to wait. i need you.”
his heart lurched, a rush of heat and affection and pure, unadulterated want flooding through him. he kissed her back just as fiercely, his hands roaming down to grip her thighs, pulling her closer until she was pressed tight against him.
“hermosa...” he groaned, his voice rough, torn between need and restraint.
she kissed him again, harder, her hands sliding up into his hair, tugging just the way she knew drove him crazy. “please,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “fermín, please—”
but just as things started to spiral, just as his control began to slip, fermín broke the kiss, his hands coming up to gently cup her face.
“no,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he forced himself to pull back, his gaze soft but firm as he looked up at her.
y/n blinked down at him, her brow furrowed, her eyes dark and dazed. “what?”
he swallowed hard, his fingers trembling slightly as he stroked her cheek. “we’re not gonna have sex, y/n.”
her face fell, her confusion quickly morphing into frustration. “why not?” she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. “you know i’m not a virgin.”
fermín flinched, his jaw clenching tight. “not that,” he muttered, his gaze flicking away. “even though... dios, i wish i never had to see you and him together.”
y/n’s heart stuttered, a pang of guilt and something else — something raw and painful and achingly tender — twisting in her chest. “fermín,” she whispered, her voice softening. “what are you talking about?”
he took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze again. “i’m talking about wanting more than that,” he said quietly, his eyes searching hers. “i want to... to court you, y/n.”
she stared at him, her mouth dropping open. “court me?”
“yeah.” fermín’s lips twitched in a wry smile, his hands sliding down to rest gently on her hips. “i want to wine and dine you, hermosa. i want to treat you like you deserve to be treated. i want to take you out on dates, hold your hand, show you off to everyone. because you’re more than just sex to me, y/n. you’re...”
he trailed off, his gaze softening, turning almost shy.
“you’re everything.”
y/n’s heart stopped, her breath catching painfully in her throat. she stared down at him, her chest tight, her mind whirling as she tried to process his words.
“fermín...” she whispered, her voice trembling. “you... you really want that?”
“of course i do,” he murmured, his gaze never wavering. “you think i’d spend all these years watching you from the sidelines, wanting you, only to rush things now?” he shook his head, his hands squeezing gently at her hips. “you’re worth more than that. we’re worth more than that.”
y/n felt a lump form in her throat, her vision blurring. she blinked rapidly, trying to force back the sudden rush of emotion. “but i thought—”
“i don’t care what you thought,” fermín interrupted softly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “all i care about is you. i want to do this right, y/n. i want to show you how much you mean to me. because you deserve that. more than anyone.”
her heart swelled, a rush of warmth and affection and something terrifyingly close to love flooding through her. she stared down at him, at the boy she’d had a crush on for so long, the boy who had always been just out of reach, the boy who was now looking up at her like she was his entire world.
“fermín,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “i...”
“shh,” he murmured, his gaze soft and warm and achingly tender. “you don’t have to say anything, hermosa. just... let me show you.”
y/n swallowed hard, nodding shakily as she leaned down, pressing her forehead against his. “okay,” she whispered. “okay, fermín.”
he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his hands gently cradling her face as he kissed her — slow and sweet and heartbreakingly gentle.
“te prometo,” (i promise) he whispered softly against her lips, his voice low and rough. “i’m gonna make you forget every single moment with him. i’m gonna make you feel like the only girl in the world, hermosa. just you and me.”
y/n’s eyes fluttered shut, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she kissed him back, her heart aching with the force of everything she felt for him.
“okay,” she whispered again, her voice choked. “okay.”
and for the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. because she had fermín. and he was more than enough.
the moonlight draped over them like a silk blanket, casting gentle shadows that swayed with the breeze as fermín led her through the secluded garden path. tiny lanterns lined the cobblestone walkway, illuminating the darkened flora and creating a dreamlike atmosphere. the night felt almost surreal, like stepping into a scene straight out of a romantic movie. and when he finally stopped at the small, private terrace overlooking the city below, y/n’s breath caught in her throat.
“fermín,” she whispered, eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sight before her.
a single round table sat in the center, draped in an elegant white cloth, adorned with a modest bouquet of fresh roses. candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the delicate china and crystal glasses set meticulously for two. it was simple, understated, yet breathtakingly beautiful. beyond the terrace railing, the city lights twinkled like a sea of stars, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
“do you like it?” fermín asked softly, his voice low and uncertain for the first time that evening.
“like it?” y/n turned to look at him, her gaze brimming with emotion. “it’s perfect, fermín. i—i didn’t expect this.”
he ducked his head, a bashful smile tugging at his lips. “well, i had some time to plan,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “i’ve... wanted to take you out for a long time, y/n.”
the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. stepping forward, she reached out and took his hand, squeezing gently. “thank you,” she said softly. “for making tonight so special.”
fermín’s eyes softened as he gazed down at her, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “you’re special,” he replied simply. “so, it’s only fair.”
y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, a shy smile spreading across her face. “you’re such a sap,” she teased lightly, her eyes sparkling with affection.
“only for you,” fermín shot back with a grin, tugging her hand gently as he led her to the table. he pulled out her chair with a flourish, earning an amused roll of her eyes as she took a seat.
“a gentleman, too,” y/n mused, glancing up at him as he settled across from her.
“only for you,” he repeated softly, his gaze lingering on her with a look so intense it sent a shiver down her spine.
they fell into easy conversation as the night unfolded, laughter and teasing exchanges filling the space between them. fermín had thought of everything — from the food (her favorite dishes prepared exactly the way she liked) to the wine, to the soft music playing in the background. he had paid attention, remembered every little detail she’d ever mentioned in passing, and y/n couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by how thoughtful it all was.
but more than that, it was the way he looked at her — like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire world — that made her realize just how deeply he felt for her.
“you know,” y/n murmured, her voice soft as she leaned back in her chair, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers, “i used to have the biggest crush on you.”
fermín’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “used to?”
she laughed, shaking her head. “okay, maybe i still do.”
"maybe?” he echoed, leaning forward, his lips twitching with amusement. “so, what happened to that certainty, hermosa? you just fell out of love with me over the years?”
y/n bit her lip, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “not exactly,” she admitted. “but... i never knew if you felt the same.”
he blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “what?” fermín spluttered, staring at her in disbelief. “are you serious?”
“well, yeah,” y/n replied, a bit defensive now. “you never— i mean, you flirted, but you flirt with everyone, fermín. how was i supposed to know?”
he groaned, burying his face in his hands dramatically. “dios mío, you’re killing me here, preciosa.” (oh my god, you're killing me here gorgeous)
“what?” she laughed, reaching out to nudge his arm. “what’s so funny?”
fermín lifted his head, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “y/n,” he said slowly, enunciating every syllable, “i have practically flirted with you every single day since i first met you.”
y/n’s smile faltered, her eyes widening. “you have?"
“of course” he emphasized, leaning closer, his gaze boring into hers. “every. single. day. how could you not know?”
“i just— i thought you were being... friendly,” she stammered, still reeling from the revelation. “and besides, you never made a move—”
“because i was terrified,” fermín cut in, shaking his head. “do you know how long i’ve wanted to do this?” he leaned across the table, capturing her hand in his once more.
“do what?” she whispered, her heart pounding.
“this,” he repeated softly, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “take you out, tell you how much you mean to me... show you that i’m serious.”
y/n stared at him, her breath catching in her throat. “serious?”
“yes,” fermín murmured, his gaze unwavering. “i’m serious about you, y/n. i have been for a long time.”
silence fell between them, the weight of his words sinking in. y/n’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, her emotions swirling in a dizzying whirlwind.
“i— i don’t know what to say,” she whispered finally.
“you don’t have to say anything,” fermín murmured, his thumb stroking softly over her hand. “just... let me show you. let me— let me be what you need.”
y/n swallowed hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. “you already are, fermín,” she whispered. “you’ve always been.”
his smile was soft, almost reverent. “then let me do this right, baby. let me... let me take my time with you.”
y/n’s brow furrowed slightly. “what do you mean?”
“i mean... maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone just yet,” he said hesitantly, his gaze searching hers. “not until we’re sure.”
she blinked. “sure?”
“that this is it,” fermín murmured. “that it’s real.”
y/n stared at him, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. then, slowly, she nodded. “okay,” she whispered. “i respect that.”
he exhaled softly, relief flooding his expression. “thank you.”
“besides,” she added, a small smile tugging at her lips, “i really don’t want my family in my business right now.”
fermín chuckled. “understandable.”
“but,” y/n continued, her gaze turning serious, “if we’re serious about this, fermín, we’ll have to tell pablo eventually.”
he winced slightly at the mention of her brother’s name but nodded. “i am serious about you, baby. but... let’s enjoy this for now. just us.”
y/n smiled softly, squeezing his hand gently. “just us,” she agreed.
fermín leaned closer, his gaze warm and tender as he whispered, “does that mean i can kiss you now?”
“you don’t have to ask,” y/n murmured back, her smile widening.
he didn’t need any more encouragement. with a soft sigh, fermín closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a slow, sweet kiss that spoke of all the feelings he’d kept hidden for so long.
it was perfect. just like everything else that night.
the house was unusually quiet when y/n pushed open the front door, her shoulders aching from a long day at uni. she let out a tired sigh, tossing her backpack to the floor before kicking off her shoes. she barely had time to register the silence when her mom’s sharp voice pierced through the quiet.
"nena! come to the living room, now."
y/n’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "uh… okay?" she called back, her tone unsure as she padded down the hall. the second she stepped into the living room, she froze.
her entire family was there—her mom, dad, gavi, aurora, adrián… and fermín, lounging casually on the couch, a smug smile already playing on his lips. he had the audacity to look entirely too comfortable in her family’s living room, and y/n's suspicion grew tenfold when she saw the gleam in his eyes. trouble.
"what’s going on?" she asked slowly, eyeing her family warily before her gaze landed on fermín, who looked far too pleased with himself. "why is everyone staring at me?"
"sit down, nena," her dad said, his voice uncharacteristically serious as he pointed to the armchair across from him. "we need to have a talk."
her frown deepened, but she did as told, gingerly sitting on the edge of the chair like a deer caught in headlights. "did i do something wrong?" she asked cautiously, glancing nervously between her family members.
"we’re worried about you, nena," her mom finally spoke, her tone laced with concern, though her expression bordered on disappointed. "you’ve been acting strange."
"strange?" y/n echoed, her brow furrowed.
"it’s marco," gavi spat, his voice brimming with frustration. "we know you're still seeing him."
y/n’s eyes widened in disbelief. "what? no, i’m not!" she protested, shaking her head.
"nena, don’t lie to us," her mom said, shaking her head, her voice tinged with that familiar disappointment.
"yeah, we know you’re hiding something," aurora chimed in, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "you’re sneaking around, hiding your phone."
"leaving the house at weird times," adrián added, piling on.
"and you’ve been smiling at your phone like an idiot," gavi muttered, shooting her an accusing look.
before y/n could defend herself, fermín, sitting back with a smug grin, decided it was time to chime in. "and you haven’t been eating your mom’s cooking, hermosa," he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "that’s very suspicious behavior."
y/n’s jaw dropped as she shot him a look. "why are you even here, fermín?!"
he shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against the cushions. "just a concerned friend," he replied, the smirk on his lips betraying his faux innocence. "looking out for your well-being. you know me, always so thoughtful."
"you’re not helping!" y/n snapped, her eyes narrowing at him.
"i’m not supposed to help," fermín quipped, giving her a slow, lazy grin that screamed smugness. "i’m here to make sure this intervention goes smoothly. moral support and all that."
"we’re serious, nena," her dad interrupted, his tone deep and authoritative. "marco is no good for you."
"he’s trash," aurora stated matter-of-factly, her arms still crossed. "absolute trash."
"garbage," adrián agreed, nodding seriously.
"toxic waste," fermín added with exaggerated thoughtfulness, leaning forward like he was imparting some great wisdom. "you know, the kind they bury underground because it’s too dangerous to deal with."
y/n’s head whipped around to glare at him again, her frustration mounting. "shut up, fermín!"
he simply raised his hands in surrender, his smirk never fading. "hey, i’m just saying what we’re all thinking, preciosa."
"he made you cry all the time, y/n," adrián said, bringing the conversation back to seriousness. "you deserve better."
"yeah, like someone who actually respects you," aurora added, her tone softening as she reached over to give y/n’s hand a squeeze.
"or someone who doesn’t insult your thesis project," gavi muttered darkly. "the guy’s a total jerk."
"total jerk," fermín echoed with a nod, his smugness practically radiating off of him. "i would never call your thesis stupid, hermosa. in fact, i’d love to hear all about it sometime. bet it’s brilliant."
y/n shot him another death glare. "you’re making it worse!" she growled.
"i’m making it better," fermín countered smoothly, his grin widening. "trust me, you’ll thank me later."
y/n groaned in exasperation, burying her face in her hands. "you’re all insane," she muttered. "i told you, i’m not seeing marco."
"we don’t believe you," gavi said bluntly, folding his arms over his chest. "you’re hiding something."
"it’s so obvious," aurora added. "you’re distracted, always sneaking off somewhere."
"and don’t think we haven’t noticed you acting all dreamy," adrián pointed out. "like you’re in love or something."
"you’re practically glowing," fermín added cheerfully, his voice full of teasing amusement. "very suspicious, indeed."
y/n let out an incredulous laugh. "you—"
"see?!" her mom interrupted, her voice tinged with worry. "he’s already making you upset again, nena. we just want to help."
"we can’t let you fall back into his trap," her dad said firmly, giving her a pointed look.
"we want what’s best for you," aurora chimed in softly, her hand still resting on y/n’s arm.
"someone who treats you like the queen you are," adrián added, his voice gentle.
"someone who appreciates your cooking," fermín said with a serious nod, his expression mockingly sincere. "your macarrons? out of this world."
y/n made a strangled noise of frustration. "why are you even here, fermín?!"
"because i care about you, preciosa," fermín replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. "your family just wants to make sure you’re okay. and so do i."
y/n threw her hands up in disbelief. "i hate you so much right now."
"you love me," fermín corrected easily, his smug grin practically daring her to argue. "we can discuss that later."
"per l’amor de déu," y/n groaned, burying her face in her hands again as the entire room erupted into more accusations, chaos, and… smug fermín grins.
she was never going to survive this family.
“i’m still mad at you.”
fermín barely had a chance to cross the threshold of her room before y/n’s cool voice cut through the air. she sat on her bed, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed firmly on some point past his shoulder. despite her words, he caught the slight upward quirk of her lips and knew she was putting on a show. but for now, he’d play along.
“oh?” fermín’s eyes narrowed, a smirk already tugging at his lips as he stepped forward, kicking the door shut behind him. “and what, hermosa, did i do to deserve such harsh punishment?”
“you know exactly what you did,” y/n shot back, turning her head away as if to dismiss him completely. “don’t act all innocent.”
“innocent?” he repeated, feigning offense. “i was just concerned for your wellbeing, nena (little girl). it’s not my fault if your family’s got a point.”
y/n’s jaw dropped. “excuse me?”
“well, they did bring up some solid arguments,” fermín continued nonchalantly, leaning back against the wall with a casual shrug. “marco’s a total idiot—”
“okay, enough,” she snapped, throwing her pillow at him, which he easily dodged. “you know that’s not what i’m mad about.”
“oh, really?” he drawled, his smirk widening. “then enlighten me, preciosa.”
y/n glared at him, but he could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in her eyes. she was holding back — pretending. trying to get a reaction out of him. well, two could play that game.
“i’m mad,” she said slowly, “because you took their side.”
fermín let out a low laugh. “baby, i didn’t take anyone’s side.”
“oh, no?” she raised an eyebrow. “so you didn’t chime in with all the ‘marco’s no good for her’ and ‘she deserves better’ nonsense?”
"all vaild points” he murmured, his voice softening slightly as he moved closer, his gaze locked on hers. “you do deserve better, y/n.”
“that’s not the point!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “the point is...”
“the point is you’re mad because i got a few good laughs in while your family cornered you,” fermín finished, his smirk returning. “don’t lie.”
“i’m not lying!” y/n huffed, turning her back to him.
fermín’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he stepped closer, his hands gently sliding around her waist from behind. “you’re so cute when you’re angry, preciosa,” he murmured, pressing his chest against her back.
she stiffened, refusing to lean into him, even when his fingers traced soft patterns along her sides. “i’m mad at you,” she repeated stubbornly.
“mmm, so you’ve said,” he replied, undeterred. he leaned down, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck in the lightest of kisses.
y/n sucked in a sharp breath, but still, she didn’t move. “i told you, fermín,” she muttered. “i’m mad.”
“and i told you,” he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing up to the spot just below her ear, “you’re adorable when you’re mad.”
“stop that,” she grumbled, but her voice lacked its usual bite.
“no,” fermín whispered, his lips pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her neck. “not until you forgive me.”
“maybe i won’t,” she shot back, tilting her chin up defiantly. “maybe i’ll stay mad forever.”
“forever’s a long time,” fermín murmured, tightening his grip around her waist. “i don’t think you can last that long.”
“watch me,” y/n retorted, refusing to turn around even as he held her close.
he chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. “i guess i’ll just have to spend the rest of forever convincing you otherwise, then.”
“good luck with that,” she muttered, finally pulling away from his embrace and stepping out of his reach. “i’m not that easy.”
“baby,” fermín sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “you’re killing me here.”
“good,” she replied stubbornly, sitting back down on the edge of her bed and crossing her arms again. “maybe next time you’ll think twice before ganging up on me.”
“i wasn’t ganging up on you,” he protested, taking a step closer. “i was... supporting the cause.”
“what cause?” y/n shot him a dark look. “the ‘let’s drive y/n crazy with baseless accusations’ cause?”
fermín grinned. “i wouldn’t say baseless.”
“ugh!” she threw her hands up in frustration. “stop speaking to me.”
“you’re beautiful,” he murmured softly, his gaze softening as he watched her fume. “even when you’re mad.”
“flattery won’t get you anywhere,” y/n grumbled, turning her back on him again.
“then how about this,” he said quietly, stepping forward until he was right behind her once more. he wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he whispered, “you’re mine, hermosa. no one else’s.”
y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her resolve wavering for a split second. but then she straightened, lifting her chin stubbornly. “and what if i call that doctor guy back? the one my mom mentioned today” she asked, her voice a little too casual. “mateu seemed nice enough. maybe i should give him a chance.”
fermín stiffened behind her, his grip tightening. “don’t.”
“why not?” she challenged, turning her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder.
“because you’re mine,” he repeated, his voice low and possessive. “and i don’t share.”
“hmph,” y/n sniffed, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered at his words. “you seemed perfectly fine with the idea back there.”
“i was not,” fermín growled, spinning her around to face him. “do you know how hard it was not to—” he stopped abruptly, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning into hers.
“not to what?” she whispered, staring up at him, suddenly breathless.
“not to do this,” he murmured, cupping her face gently and pressing his lips against hers in a fierce, desperate kiss.
y/n gasped softly, her resolve crumbling as she melted against him, her arms winding around his neck almost instinctively. he kissed her deeply, thoroughly, pouring every ounce of his frustration, his jealousy, and his need into the kiss until she was left trembling in his arms.
but then, just as quickly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild. “don’t,” he repeated, his voice a harsh whisper. “don’t play around like that.”
“i—I wasn’t—” she stammered, still dazed.
“you were,” he growled, his grip tightening on her waist. “and it’s driving me crazy, baby.”
“good,” y/n whispered, narrowing her eyes slightly. “now you know how i felt.”
fermín blinked, taken aback. then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. “oh, so this is payback, is it?”
“maybe,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly.
“you’re evil,” he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. “an actual demon.”
“takes one to know one,” y/n shot back, a small smile tugging at her lips.
fermín’s grin widened. “well, then,” he whispered, leaning down until his lips were just a breath away from hers, “looks like we’re a perfect match, preciosa.”
“hmm, i suppose so,” she murmured back, her heart racing as he closed the distance between them once more.
and this time, she didn’t pull away.
-
the club was alive with neon lights and thumping bass, the energy of the night wrapping around everyone in its grip. y/n sat back in the booth, legs crossed, pretending to be unaffected as fermín sat beside her, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a subtle tension. she could feel the heat from his body and noticed the way his fingers tapped against his knee, betraying the restlessness inside him. he hadn’t stopped fidgeting since gavi had grinned and mentioned he was setting fermín up with the friend of the girl he liked. it was meant to be harmless, but for y/n, every word had only added to her growing frustration.
gavi, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere between them, shot fermín a playful wink before getting up. "i’ll be back in a sec. gonna grab the girls. fermín, you’re gonna thank me for this one, bro. she’s perfect for you."
the second gavi walked away, y/n leaned in close to fermín, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, her voice soft but laced with challenge. "if you so much as touch her tonight, or let her touch you," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "you won’t be touching me."
fermín’s breath caught in his throat, his body stiffening at her words. the heat in her voice sent a surge of desire through him, but before he could respond, she leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischievous victory.
she knew she had him. fermín had always been the one teasing her, playing with her until she couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight—tonight the tables had turned. now he was the one squirming in his seat, trapped by her challenge.
"you don’t play fair," he muttered, his voice low, barely audible above the music.
y/n shrugged, taking a slow sip of her drink, eyes flicking toward the entrance where gavi was returning, two girls in tow. "i play to win," she murmured back, her gaze sliding to the girl beside gavi—the one meant for fermín.
the girl was pretty, y/n admitted that much. tall, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed to kill. she flashed fermín a dazzling smile as gavi introduced them, and y/n’s chest tightened with irritation. it didn’t matter that fermín barely responded. it didn’t matter that his body was tense and his eyes kept flicking toward y/n. the girl’s touch on his arm was enough to light a fire inside her.
aurora, sitting next to her, leaned in, voice curious. "what’s going on with you two?"
"nothing," y/n lied, though her tone was clipped. she crossed her arms, glaring at the girl who was practically throwing herself at fermín. aurora didn’t miss the way y/n’s jaw clenched as fermín awkwardly shifted away from the girl’s advances, but didn’t push for more details.
time dragged on painfully as y/n sat in their section, doing everything she could to not let her irritation show. the brunette was persistent, touching fermín’s arm every few seconds, leaning in close, laughing too loudly at everything he said—or didn’t say. y/n was simmering, her eyes narrowing more with each passing minute.
the final straw came when the girl stood, tugging fermín’s hand and leading him to the dance floor. fermín shot y/n a glance, one that said he wasn’t enjoying this, but y/n was already seeing red.
without thinking, she grabbed the nearest guy sitting at the table next to them, pulling him up from his seat. her eyes never left fermín’s as she led the stranger to the dance floor, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and adrenaline.
the music thumped around them, the beat heavy as she moved against the guy she’d pulled, her back pressed firmly against his chest. she swayed to the rhythm, but her eyes stayed locked on fermín, watching as the brunette pressed herself against him. she could see the frustration in fermín’s stance, the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his eyes darkened as he watched her.
oh, she had him right where she wanted him now.
fermín didn’t last long. within minutes, he disentangled himself from the brunette and crossed the dance floor with purposeful strides, his gaze locked on y/n. the second he reached her, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the guy without even looking back.
"we’re done here," fermín growled, his voice rough, the tension between them palpable.
he didn’t stop until they were in a secluded corner of the club, hidden from prying eyes. y/n’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, fermín’s body crowding hers, caging her in. his hands were on her waist, firm but gentle, his leg nudging between her thighs as he towered over her, his breath hot against her neck.
"you think you can play games with me, hermosa?" he murmured, his voice dark and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.
y/n’s lips curled into a defiant smile, her heart racing from both the intensity of his presence and the thrill of the night. "you started it," she shot back, her eyes locked on his. "you let her touch what’s mine."
fermín’s eyes darkened even further, his lips tugging into a smirk. "oh yeah? and what’s that?" he asked, his voice dangerously low as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just over hers, the air between them crackling with tension.
y/n’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. "you," she whispered, her voice soft but full of possession. "you’re mine."
fermín let out a low growl at her words, his grip on her waist tightening as he crashed his lips against hers. the kiss was searing, full of pent-up frustration, desire, and everything they’d both been holding back. his body pressed against hers, his hands roaming her sides, pulling her even closer as their kiss deepened.
y/n’s hands found their way into his hair, tugging gently as she lost herself in the heat of the moment. she could feel his leg nudged between her thighs, the sensation driving her wild, and she couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips.
fermín pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers as he panted slightly. "you’re playing a dangerous game, hermosa," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and warning.
y/n smirked, her eyes still blazing with challenge. "you love it," she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before pulling him back into another heated kiss.
the music around them faded into the background as they got lost in each other, completely consumed by the intensity of their connection. every kiss, every touch, every whispered word between them was electric, and neither of them wanted the moment to end.
but they both knew this wasn’t just a game anymore. it was something deeper, something real, and tonight had only proved how much they were willing to fight for it.
and as they stood there, hidden away in the corner of the club, their bodies tangled together, they both realized one thing: neither of them was backing down. not tonight. not ever.
keeping their relationship hidden was harder than either of them anticipated. there were too many close calls, too many moments when they nearly let something slip, but somehow, they managed to keep it under wraps. though y/n’s family was still completely oblivious, gavi, being as perceptive as he was, had come dangerously close to figuring it out more than once.
like the time y/n had forgotten to silence her phone during a family dinner, and a text from fermín — “miss you, hermosa” — had nearly given her away. her brother had narrowed his eyes at her when she’d quickly flipped her phone over, cheeks flushed, and mumbled something about a friend checking in. gavi hadn’t looked convinced, but before he could press any further, y/n had started peppering him with questions about training, effectively steering the conversation away from herself.
or the time fermín had lingered a little too long at the house, his gaze following y/n around the living room like he couldn’t bear to be apart from her for even a second. gavi had caught on, staring between them with furrowed brows, his expression suspicious. y/n had panicked, elbowing fermín sharply in the ribs to get him to focus. he’d only grinned at her, eyes sparkling with mischief as he purposefully brushed his fingers against hers when no one was looking, enjoying the thrill of almost getting caught.
but perhaps the closest call had been when gavi had barged into her room one evening without knocking. fermín had been there, leaning against the far wall, his hand intertwined with y/n’s as they talked in low, hushed voices. they’d barely managed to pull away from each other in time, y/n hastily shoving her hands behind her back and fermín adopting a casual stance, but the look gavi gave them — suspicious, probing — had lingered long after he’d left.
“he knows something’s up,” fermín had whispered once the door had closed behind gavi.
“no, he doesn’t,” y/n had insisted, though the words sounded weak even to her ears.
“he’s not stupid, baby” fermín had sighed, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “we have to be more careful.”
and they had been, skirting around the edges of suspicion, finding solace in stolen moments at his apartment instead.
his place was small, modest compared to the vibrant warmth of her family home, but it felt more like theirs. it was where they could drop the act, where y/n didn’t have to worry about her brother bursting in unexpectedly or her parents glancing at them suspiciously. here, it was just them — no pretense, no hiding. only whispers and soft laughter, kisses that lingered, and conversations that went on long into the night.
it was after one such evening, when they were sprawled lazily in his bed, her head resting on his chest, that fermín let out a soft sigh, the sound laced with something wistful.
“what’s wrong?” y/n murmured, shifting slightly to look up at him.
“nothing,” he replied quickly, a small smile playing on his lips. but the distant look in his eyes gave him away.
“tell me,” y/n pressed gently, reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing softly over his skin. “what’s bothering you?”
fermín hesitated, then sighed again, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. “it’s just... it gets lonely here sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “that’s why i’m always at your place.”
y/n’s heart ached at the admission. “i didn’t know,” she whispered, guilt curling in her chest.
he shrugged lightly, his arm tightening around her. “it’s fine. i just... i like being around family. around you.”
“i’m sorry,” y/n said softly, “for all the times i complained about you being at my house.”
his smile widened slightly, turning playful. “oh, i know why you did it.”
“yeah?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.
“of course,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. “you just wanted me to obsess over you more, hermosa. i'll tell you though, it definitely worked.”
“oh, please,” y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes even as a smile tugged at her lips. “don't be ridiculous.”
“maybe,” he conceded, his tone light. but then his expression softened, turning serious. “but... i mean it, y/n. your family... they welcomed me when i had no one here in barcelona. taught me the culture, the language... they made me feel like i belonged.”
y/n’s chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice, her fingers curling slightly against his chest. “they love you,” she murmured. “we all do.”
“i know,” fermín whispered, his gaze turning distant again. “but there was also... a little girl i fell for in the process.” his eyes met hers, filled with a tenderness that made her breath catch. “and she still has my heart.”
y/n stared at him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “fermín...”
“shh” he murmured softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “don’t say anything. i just... i needed you to know.”
a soft, trembling smile spread across y/n’s lips as she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. “you’re such a sap,” she whispered, echoing her words from their first date.
“only for you,” he repeated, his voice low and warm, wrapping around her like a promise.
they stayed like that for a long time, the quiet hum of the city outside the only sound in the room. eventually, y/n shifted, turning slightly so she could look up at him again.
“thank you,” she whispered softly.
fermín blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. “for what?”
“for... loving me,” y/n murmured, her gaze searching his. “for being patient. for... everything.”
his expression softened, a slow, affectionate smile spreading across his lips. “always, baby," he murmured. “always.”
and when he leaned down to kiss her again, it was slow and sweet, filled with all the words he couldn’t say, all the feelings he’d kept buried for so long. and in that moment, y/n knew — without a doubt — that she loved him too.
the night of aurora’s birthday party was electric, the music pulsing in time with the heartbeats of those dancing inside. y/n and fermín mingled with their friends, but every glance shared between them was charged with an undeniable energy that set them apart from the rest. as the hours passed, their desire for each other grew, and it became harder to resist sneaking away to a more private place.
“let’s go to the rooftop,” y/n suggested, her voice barely audible over the booming bass. fermín nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and they slipped away from the crowd.
the rooftop was a breath of fresh air, a sanctuary away from the noise of the club. y/n leaned against the railing, taking in the sprawling city below, the distant lights twinkling like stars. fermín stepped in close, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. the moment felt perfect, but just as their lips were about to touch, the rooftop door swung open.
“what the hell?” gavi’s voice boomed, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. he stood frozen, taking in the scene before him. y/n and fermín quickly stepped apart, but the damage was done.
“gavi, it’s not what it looks like,” y/n stammered, but gavi cut her off.
“don’t lie to me. it looks exactly like what it is! get off my sister!” he shouted, his protective instincts flaring.
“we’re dating,” fermín replied calmly, stepping forward to defend y/n. “it’s been over a month now.”
gavi’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. “you’re dating? are you serious? since when? how could you keep this from me?”
“it wasn’t like that,” y/n said quickly, feeling the tension rising. “we wanted to tell you—”
“clearly not,” gavi interjected, his voice tight with frustration. “you think this is okay? you think he’s just going to treat you right?”
“gavi, that’s not fair,” fermín said, standing his ground. “I’ve only been with y/n. I’m not like marco.”
“you think that matters?” gavi spat, shaking his head. “you’re just some womanizer, and I’m supposed to believe this is real? how can I trust that you’re not going to hurt her?”
“don’t act like I haven’t been in love with y/n for half my life,” fermín shot back, his voice rising. “you know me better than that!”
“you know what this looks like, fermín,” gavi continued, his face reddening with anger. “you’re saying you love her, but you don’t think this can actually work. otherwise, you wouldn’t have hidden it from me!"
“we didn’t want to make it harder for you!” y/n yelled, frustration bubbling over. “we lied because we thought it would be easier, not because we’re ashamed of what we have!”
“this isn’t some high school fling, gavi,” fermín said, his tone steady but firm. “this is real for us. y/n means everything to me, and I won’t let you push her away.”
“you think you can just come in and make these decisions for her?” gavi shot back, voice trembling with anger. “what if you hurt her? what if this ends badly?”
“that’s not your call to make!” y/n shouted, her patience wearing thin. “I’m tired of you treating me like a child. I can handle my own life!”
gavi’s face softened, but the hurt was still evident. “I just want to protect you, y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“you’re suffocating me!” she replied, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I’m not marco. I’m not making the same mistakes! I’m making my own choices!”
“you really think you can trust him?” gavi pressed, desperation in his voice.
“yes, I do!” y/n yelled, tears now streaming down her face. “you need to trust me!”
gavi stepped back, visibly shaken, as y/n turned away, her anger boiling over. “I can’t believe you!” she spat, storming off toward the staircase.
“y/n, wait!” fermín called after her, but gavi stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
“you shouldn’t have put her in this position,” gavi said, his voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and hurt.
“I’m in love with her,” fermín said calmly, meeting gavi’s gaze head-on. “and you or anyone else can’t keep me apart from her. I don’t care what you think.”
with that, he turned and rushed after y/n, leaving gavi standing on the rooftop, fists clenched at his sides, filled with a mix of anger and concern for his sister.
the drive to fermín’s apartment was quiet. too quiet. y/n had been silent since the club, her eyes staring out of the passenger window, blinking away the tears that kept threatening to fall. she had tried to keep it together back there—tried to brush off the sting of pablo’s words, but the second they got into the car, her walls had crumbled.
fermín didn’t press her. he didn’t ask her to explain or push her to talk. instead, he placed his hand on her knee, a comforting weight that silently said i’m here when you’re ready. and that was enough. it had always been enough with him.
when they reached his place, fermín led her inside without a word, his hand gripping hers as if to reassure her that she wasn’t alone. the second they stepped into the apartment, she felt the dam break. hot, angry tears spilled down her cheeks, and before she knew it, she was collapsing onto his couch, burying her face in her hands as the sobs shook her shoulders.
fermín was beside her in an instant, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. “shh, preciosa,” he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm against the raw ache in her chest. “i’ve got you. let it out.”
y/n clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt as the weight of everything—the night, pablo, the overwhelming emotions she’d been holding back—finally crashed down on her. “he hates me,” she choked out, her voice muffled against his chest. “he hates me for this.”
fermín shook his head, his hand gently stroking her back in slow, comforting circles. “he doesn’t hate you, hermosa. he’s just… stubborn. and protective. you know how he is.”
“but why did he say that?” y/n sobbed, pulling back just enough to look up at him, her tear-streaked face twisted in confusion and hurt. “why would he keep this from me if he knew how i felt? it’s like he doesn’t even trust me.”
fermín sighed, his thumb brushing away the tears from her cheek as he cupped her face, his touch soft and grounding. “pablo’s scared, that’s all,” he said gently. “scared of losing you, scared of something changing between you two. but it’s not about trust, baby. he just… doesn’t get it yet.”
“and what if he never does?” y/n whispered, her voice trembling. “what if he never accepts us?”
fermín’s eyes softened as he looked at her, his hand gently tilting her chin so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “i don’t need his approval, y/n,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “i don’t need anyone’s approval. i finally have the girl of my dreams, and i’m never letting her go.”
y/n’s heart clenched at his words, a fresh wave of tears welling up in her eyes. “but what if this is all a mistake?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “what if… what if i’m not ready for this? for us?”
fermín’s expression softened even further, and he pulled her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “i love you, y/n,” he whispered against her skin, his voice steady and sure. “i told you that, and i’ll spend every day telling you that until it sticks in that beautiful head of yours.”
her breath hitched at his words, and she looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. “but—”
“i know in the past you weren’t dealt the best hand when it comes to guys,” fermín cut her off gently, his thumb tracing soothing patterns on her cheek. “and maybe you’re scared. maybe you think i’m going to be like them. but i promise you, mi amor, your heart is safe with me.”
y/n’s lip trembled, her walls starting to crumble again. “fermín…”
“no, listen to me,” fermín said firmly, his eyes locked on hers, full of sincerity and love. “i have wanted everything with you since i was 13 years old. i am completely, absolutely gone for you, y/n. consorto, you know that? i don’t need anything else. just you.”
her breath caught in her throat, and the last of her doubts began to fade under the weight of his words. “fermín…” she whispered again, her voice thick with emotion.
“i’m all in for you, hermosa,” he continued softly, his forehead resting against hers. “pablo, your family—they’ll come around. but even if they don’t, i’m not going anywhere. i finally have you, and i’m never letting go.”
y/n’s heart swelled, the warmth of his words filling the cracks in her soul that she hadn’t even realized were there. and before she could stop herself, the words slipped out, soft and shaky but filled with all the love she’d been too scared to admit until now. “i love you, fermín.”
the look on his face was pure bliss. his eyes lit up, his lips curling into the most joyful smile she’d ever seen. “what did you just say?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe his ears.
“i love you,” y/n repeated, her voice more steady this time, her heart racing in her chest as she finally let the words sink in.
“say it again,” fermín whispered, his voice breathless as his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer.
y/n smiled through her tears, leaning in until their noses brushed. “i love you, fermín.”
“again,” he demanded playfully, his lips hovering over hers, his breath hot against her skin.
“i love you,” she whispered for the third time, her heart pounding in her chest.
fermín let out a low laugh, his hands sliding up her sides as he gently laid her back against the cushions of the couch. “i want to engrain this moment into my memory forever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before trailing soft, playful kisses across her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. “i love you, mi amor. i love you so much.”
y/n giggled as his kisses continued to cover every inch of her face, his touch light and teasing. “i love you too,” she whispered again, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
“i’m never going to get tired of hearing that,” fermín whispered against her skin, his voice full of awe and adoration.
“good,” y/n replied with a soft laugh, her heart swelling as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down into a tender kiss. “because i’m never going to stop saying it.”
as they held each other, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s arms, y/n finally felt the weight of her doubts lift. fermín was hers, and she was his. nothing else mattered.
y/n had spent the last few days in a blissful haze, tucked away in fermín’s apartment like they were in their own little world. it was as if the outside didn’t exist—no pablo, no family drama, just them. she felt safe here, wrapped up in his arms, their conversations flowing effortlessly as they stayed in bed for hours on end, only moving when absolutely necessary. she knew she should probably reach out to her family sooner rather than later, but the thought of facing pablo again made her stomach twist. instead, she settled for a few casual texts to her parents, confirming that, yes, she was alive and no, she wasn’t ready to come home just yet. her mom had replied with a suspiciously knowing “take your time,” and aurora had sent a string of heart-eyed emojis.
“they knew,” y/n had muttered, showing fermín the messages as they lay tangled in bed, his bare chest warm beneath her cheek. “my mom and aurora—they totally saw this coming.”
fermín chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “of course they did. everyone saw it but us.”
now, as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, y/n found herself cuddled up to him once more, her arms wrapped around his waist as he lazily stroked her back, his body warm and familiar beneath the sheets. she could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under her ear.
“you know we’ll have to go over sometime,” fermín murmured, his voice low and a little groggy with sleep. “i love having you all to myself, but your family might die without you.”
y/n let out a small whine, burrowing her face deeper into his chest in protest. “nooo, i’m not ready yet,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by his skin. “can’t we just stay like this forever?”
fermín laughed softly, his fingers brushing through her hair as he held her closer. “i wish, hermosa. but they’ll start a search party if you don’t show up soon.”
“good, let them search,” she grumbled, nuzzling her nose against his skin, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that still clung to him. “i’m happy right here.”
“trust me, so am i,” fermín said, his voice full of affection as he pressed another kiss to her hair. “but pablo’s going to show up at the club today, and i don’t think hiding out forever is an option.”
y/n sighed, shifting so that she was lying on her side, her hand still resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “so, you’ll be seeing pablo today?”
fermín smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “that’s typically how it works when you’re on the same team, baby.”
y/n nudged him playfully, rolling her eyes. “you know what i mean, smartass.”
“oh, i know what you mean,” fermín teased, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. “and no, i don’t think he’ll explode again. your brother’s always been temperamental, but he’s matured a lot in the years i’ve known him. he’s not going to risk everything over personal issues.”
“you sure about that?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow. “pablo’s always been…. temperamental.”
“he’ll come around,” fermín said confidently, his hand sliding up to cup her face, his thumb brushing softly against her cheek. “and even if he’s still upset, that’s on him. you’re stuck with me now.”
before y/n could protest, fermín leaned in and pressed a quick, playful kiss to her lips, the sound of it making a soft smack as he pulled away with a grin.
“mmm,” y/n hummed as she sat up, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “who said that? maybe i have your competition on the way.”
fermín paused mid-movement, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over his shoulder while getting out of bed. “oh, yeah? competition, huh?” his voice was light, playful, but there was a glint in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat.
y/n shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as she stretched out on the bed. “maybe. you never know.”
fermín smirked as he pulled on his training gear, the dark fabric clinging to his muscles in all the right places. “doesn’t change the fact that you’re in love with me,” he said with a confident grin, his eyes flicking to hers as he fastened his belt.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” y/n replied, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow as she tried to keep a straight face.
“oh, come on,” fermín teased, stepping closer to the bed as he leaned down, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of her. “don’t play dumb with me, baby. a few days ago you confessed your undying love for me and, now more than ever know you’re head over heels.”
“who, me?” y/n asked innocently, batting her lashes at him as she fought back a smile. “i have no idea what you mean.”
fermín chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before straightening up. “uh-huh, sure. keep pretending, hermosa. we both know the truth.”
y/n watched him with a soft smile as he finished getting ready, her heart swelling with affection for him. he was right, of course. she was completely, hopelessly in love with him—and no amount of teasing or pretending could change that.
“you better go,” she said, her voice soft as she sat up fully, the sheets pooling around her waist. “you’ll be late for training.”
fermín grinned, leaning down for one last kiss. “don’t miss me too much,” he murmured against her lips.
“i’ll try,” y/n whispered back, her heart fluttering as she watched him head out the door, leaving her alone in the warmth of his apartment.
but as the door closed behind him, she couldn’t help but smile to herself, her heart full of the kind of love she’d only ever dreamed of before.
the buzz of chatter filled the training ground as fermín joined the rest of the squad for the day’s session. he could feel the eyes of his teammates on him—especially gavi’s, who had been ignoring him all morning. it wasn’t like gavi to act cold toward him, and it didn’t take long for the others to notice the tension between the two.
“hey, what’s up with you and gavi?” alejandro asked as they gathered near the sideline, his brow furrowed in curiosity. lamine and pedri hovered nearby, clearly interested in the conversation too, while cubarsi raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
fermín glanced over at gavi, who was standing a few meters away, deliberately avoiding his gaze. he let out a sigh before looking back at the group. “i’m dating y/n.”
there was a collective pause, and then lamine let out a loud whistle. “no way, you finally pulled it off?”
“about time,” pedri added with a grin. “we’ve all known you were obsessed with her for years.”
cubarsi smirked, crossing his arms. “so that’s why gavi’s been giving you the cold shoulder, huh? makes sense. you two are usually attached at the hip.”
“he’s just being protective,” fermín shrugged, though he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “but i’m not worried. gavi has to be fine with it eventually because there’s no way i’m letting her go. i finally got her.”
“hermano, you are in it for life,” alejandro teased, clapping fermín on the back.
the group exchanged knowing glances, their teasing lighthearted but full of admiration. fermín had always been open about his feelings for y/n, and now that he had her, he wasn’t about to hide it.
by the time lunch rolled around, fermín had mostly forgotten about gavi’s silent treatment—until he saw his best friend approaching him across the field. his heart sped up, unsure of what to expect. was gavi still upset? or was this about to turn into another argument?
as gavi stopped in front of him, fermín straightened up, bracing himself for whatever was about to come. but instead of anger, gavi’s expression softened.
“look, man,” gavi started, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable but determined. “i’m sorry… for everything. for what i said, how i acted. i was out of line.” he hesitated before continuing, his eyes meeting fermín’s. “i guess i just… i didn’t realize how serious you were about y/n. and… i was wrong to think you weren’t good enough for her. now that i’ve had time to think about it… there’s no one better suited for my sister.”
fermín’s heart swelled at those words. he hadn’t realized just how much gavi’s approval meant to him until this very moment. hearing it now, after everything, was like a weight being lifted off his shoulders.
“thank you, hermano,” fermín said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “that means more than you know.”
gavi nodded, his expression still serious. “i just… i don’t know how to fix things with her. i know i hurt her, and i hate that. she’s my sister, and i’ve always tried to protect her, but now i feel like i’ve just pushed her away.”
fermín took a deep breath, thinking carefully about what to say. “it’s on you to fix it, hermano,” he said gently. “but i will say this—y/n’s hurting because of how much she loves you. you think you’re the one always protecting her, but she’s the one who’s been protecting you most of the time. she talks about you all the time, how proud she is of you, how much she loves her baby brother.”
gavi’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback. “really? i… i didn’t realize.”
“yeah, man. she’s always looking out for you, even when you don’t see it. so i get why you feel like you need to pay it back, but you’ve got to remember—she’s your older sister, and she loves you. but she can make her own decisions.”
gavi let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. “i never thought of it like that.”
“just talk to her,” fermín urged. “she wants to fix this just as much as you do.”
gavi looked down for a moment, his face softening with the weight of fermín’s words. when he finally looked up, there was a glint of determination in his eyes.
“i’ll talk to her,” gavi said, his voice firm. “i need to make this right.”
fermín clapped him on the shoulder, his heart swelling with pride for his best friend. “you will. she loves you, pablo. just remember that.”
gavi nodded, the tension between them finally easing as they stood there, brothers in more ways than one. for the first time in days, fermín felt like everything was going to be okay. and as they headed back toward the training grounds, side by side, fermín couldn’t help but smile, knowing that his relationship with y/n—and with gavi—was stronger than ever.
as gavi and fermín walked back toward the training grounds, the tension finally lifted between them. the air felt lighter, the weight of their earlier conflict fading as they fell back into their usual rhythm. gavi seemed more at ease now, though his mind was clearly still turning things over.
“you know,” gavi started, his tone casual but thoughtful, “now that i know you and y/n are together… a lot of things make way more sense.”
fermín raised an eyebrow, curious. “oh? like what?”
“well, for starters,” gavi began, scratching his head, “there was that one time last month when i came home early from training, and you two were sitting on the couch, but like… on opposite ends. like way too far apart. i thought you guys had gotten into a fight or something, but now i realize you were probably trying not to make it obvious.”
fermín chuckled, remembering how y/n had practically leaped to the other side of the couch when she heard gavi’s key in the door. “yeah… we were still figuring things out.”
gavi continued, “and then there was that morning i walked into the kitchen, and you were already there, making her coffee. you never make coffee for anyone, man. i remember thinking, ‘what the hell is going on here?’ but y/n just said you were being nice.”
fermín laughed, shaking his head. “being nice, huh? you really bought that?”
“well, i didn’t think too much of it at the time. but now… it’s like all these little things are clicking into place. like that time y/n came into the living room wearing that huge hoodie, and i told her it looked familiar. i thought it was mine, but then she said it was ‘no one’s.’” gavi paused, his eyes narrowing in realization. “that was your hoodie, wasn’t it?”
“yep,” fermín grinned, not even bothering to hide his amusement. “she was practically swimming in it.”
gavi groaned, rubbing his temples as if the flood of past moments was giving him a headache. “and then… the weirdest thing. i walked into y/n’s room one day, and you were in there with her. you looked guilty as hell, and she started blinking like crazy, saying she had something in her eye. i remember thinking, ‘what the hell were you doing in her room?’ but i just shrugged it off. now i get it—you two were probably panicking, trying to play it cool.”
fermín couldn’t contain his laughter this time, doubling over slightly as gavi continued recounting all the little clues he had missed.
“oh, and don’t even get me started on the way she used to look at her phone whenever you texted. i’d be like, ‘what’s so funny?’ and she’d just shrug and say, ‘nothing important.’ but she had this dumb smile on her face every time.”
“you’re really piecing it all together now, huh?” fermín teased, clearly enjoying gavi’s realization.
“i feel like an idiot,” gavi admitted, shaking his head. “it’s like the signs were right in front of me, and i didn’t see any of them. and you know what the worst part is?”
“what’s that?” fermín asked, still chuckling.
gavi sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air. “i live in that house! how did i not see it? you two were right under my nose the whole time!”
fermín shot him a cheeky grin. “we’re just that good.”
“nah, you two are just sneaky as hell,” gavi shot back, but there was no malice in his voice—just pure amusement at how oblivious he had been. “you’ve been in love with my sister for ages, haven’t you?”
fermín nodded, his expression softening. “since we were kids, man. and now… i finally have her.”
gavi looked at him for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips. “alright, alright. i get it. you’re both gross and in love. just… keep it down when i’m home, okay?”
fermín laughed, throwing an arm around gavi’s shoulders. “don’t worry, hermano. we’ll try to keep it PG—for your sake.”
gavi rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing along. “you two are ridiculous.”
“hey! you have to respect even more now that i’m gonna officially be your brother,” fermín teased, and gavi couldn’t deny it. despite the chaos, despite everything that had happened, they were family. and now that the air had cleared, everything felt just a little bit brighter.
-
y/n sat cross-legged on the couch in the living room, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth even though the house wasn’t cold. she could hear gavi bustling in the kitchen, the soft clinking of mugs and the hum of the kettle filling the silence. she watched him as he approached, carefully placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
“you’re being suspiciously nice,” she said, her voice tinged with curiosity as she lifted the mug and took a tentative sip.
gavi shifted awkwardly on the other end of the couch, rubbing the back of his neck. “maybe i’m just trying to make up for being an idiot,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.
y/n raised an eyebrow. “you? admit you were wrong? this must be serious.”
he shot her a small, sheepish grin before his expression sobered. “it is.” he let out a heavy breath, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “i was out of line. with you, with fermín… with everything.”
her brows knitted together as she placed the mug down on the coffee table. “gavi…” she started, but he held up a hand to stop her.
“let me finish,” he said firmly. he glanced at her, his brown eyes filled with something she didn’t often see—vulnerability. “you’ve always been there for me. my whole life, you’ve put me first, even when you didn’t have to. and what did i do when it was my turn to support you? i acted like a child. i didn’t trust you to make your own decisions, didn’t trust fermín to do right by you. i was selfish, and i’m sorry.”
y/n stared at him, her heart squeezing painfully at the sincerity in his voice. “gavi, i—”
“no, wait,” he interrupted again, leaning back against the couch as he rubbed his hands together nervously. “i thought i was protecting you, but the truth is… you’ve been protecting me this whole time. i just didn’t see it.” he let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “do you know how many times fermín told me i was blind to everything you’ve done for me? he told me last night how much you love me, how proud you are of me. and i’ve never told you that back, have i?”
she felt her eyes sting, but she quickly blinked the tears away, shaking her head. “you don’t have to tell me, pablo. i’ve always known.”
“but i should’ve,” he insisted. “you deserve to hear it. you deserve to be supported, not criticized for every little thing. especially for loving someone like fermín. because… he really loves you, y/n. he always has. i see it now, and i was stupid for not seeing it before.”
she exhaled shakily, the tears she’d been holding back spilling over. “pablo,” she said softly, reaching for his hand. “i understand why you reacted the way you did. you were scared. but it’s not your job to protect me, just like it’s not my job to protect your feelings. we’re siblings. we’re supposed to be there for each other, not hold each other back.”
he nodded, his grip tightening on her hand. “you’re right. and i promise… i’ll do better. i’ll support you, no matter what. i just want you to be happy, and if fermín is the one who makes you happy, then… i’m okay with that.”
she let out a wet laugh, shaking her head. “you’re so dramatic.”
“you’re crying, though,” he teased, a grin tugging at his lips.
“shut up,” she muttered, swiping at her cheeks. but her smile matched his, and when he pulled her into a hug, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him tightly.
“te quiero, hermana,” he murmured against her hair.
“te quiero también, pablito,” she whispered back, her heart full. for the first time in a long while, things felt right between them.
-
“this is not good,” gavi muttered under his breath, eyeing y/n across the field with a look of exaggerated disgust. his arms were crossed over his chest as he stood among the players’ families, watching her bicker with him playfully like they always did. except, this time, she was wearing fermin’s jersey—tucked just enough to show off her waist, the number ‘16’ bold across her back as if staking a claim.
“what’s not good?” aurora asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced between her younger brother and y/n.
gavi grimaced. “that,” he gestured toward y/n. “she’s… happy.” he sounded offended, as if his older sister’s contentment was somehow personally wronging him.
“oh, please,” aurora rolled her eyes. “you’re just mad you lost the bet.”
before gavi could retort, y/n turned toward them with a playful glint in her eyes. “what are you two whispering about?”
gavi shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “nothing. just regretting every decision that led me to this moment.”
“sure, sure.” y/n smirked, adjusting the hem of fermin’s jersey. “you’re just mad I look better in it than you do.”
gavi scoffed, pretending to look horrified as if her wearing fermin’s number was the biggest insult of his life. “i’m going to pretend i didn’t hear that.”
before y/n could fire back, strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her against a warm chest. she hadn’t even heard fermin come up behind her, but the way he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck was all too familiar now.
“you look perfect in it,” fermin murmured against her skin, a smile in his voice as he hugged her tighter.
y/n grinned, leaning back into his embrace, her hand instinctively finding his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “you’re biased.”
“damn right, i am.” fermin’s voice was teasing, but the way he looked down at her was anything but. his eyes were soft, full of adoration, as if the entire world faded when she was in his arms.
gavi, however, gagged dramatically. “oh, come on,” he groaned, throwing his hands in the air as if personally offended by the display of affection. “can you not?”
“mind your business, kid” y/n shot back, laughing as she turned to kiss fermin on the cheek, intentionally making it worse for gavi’s sake.
gavi gave them a withering look, shaking his head in dismay. “i hate it here.”
but despite his protests, there was an undeniable warmth in his eyes as he watched the two of them—his sister and his best friend, finally together, as if it had been inevitable all along.
as the day went on, families milled about the field, chatting and taking pictures while the players showcased the new kits ahead of the preseason. fermin had finished his interviews, but instead of mingling with the rest of the team, he stayed by y/n’s side, their fingers intertwined like they had been since he’d first pulled her close.
they found a quiet corner near the edge of the pitch, away from the hustle and bustle of everyone else. fermin sat down on the grass, pulling y/n down with him until she was settled between his legs, leaning back against his chest. the noise of the world seemed to quiet down around them as they took a moment for themselves.
“you okay?” fermin asked, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
y/n hummed in response, tilting her head up to look at him with a small smile. “more than okay. i still can’t believe we’re here.”
fermin brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle as they traced along her jawline. “well, believe it, amor. because i’m never letting you go.”
her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making her feel safe and loved in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. “you know… i never imagined it would be like this,” she admitted quietly, her gaze drifting out to the field, where her family laughed and joked nearby. “with you.”
fermin’s arms tightened around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he nuzzled closer. “and is that a good thing?”
she turned her head slightly, catching his eye. “it’s the best thing.”
his lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned in to kiss her again, slow and tender, as if savoring the moment. “i told you i’ve been waiting for you, y/n. since i was thirteen. now that i’ve got you, i’m not going anywhere.”
she felt her cheeks warm, the memory of their earlier conversation running through her mind—the way fermin had declared his love for her with such conviction, as if he had known all along that she was it for him. and now, sitting here in his arms, the world spinning quietly around them, she realized just how deeply she felt the same.
“say it again,” he whispered against her lips, his voice barely audible over the distant chatter. “tell me you love me.”
y/n chuckled softly, her hand coming up to rest on his cheek as she turned to face him fully. “i love you, fermin.”
his eyes closed for a moment, as if he was committing the words to memory. “again.”
she obliged, her voice barely a breath as she leaned in. “i love you.”
fermin’s smile grew wider, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he kissed her again, this time peppering her face with playful kisses. “i’m never getting tired of hearing that.”
“good,” y/n giggled, swatting at him lightly. “because you’ll be hearing it a lot.”
they stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, their laughter mingling with the distant sounds of family and friends around them. despite the chaos of the day, they had carved out their own little bubble of peace, where nothing else mattered but the two of them.
“you know,” fermin murmured, pulling her even closer, “i didn’t think i could be this happy.”
y/n looked up at him, her heart full as she took in the sight of him—his messy hair, the soft smile on his lips, the love in his eyes. “neither did i,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “but we’re here, and i wouldn’t change a thing.”
and with that, they fell into a comfortable silence, content to just be with each other, knowing that whatever came next, they’d face it together.
WHY WON'T YOU EVER SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY?.⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤ●ㅤ R. BLACK
SUMMARY ৎ୭ the potter house is still heavy with the weight of sirius running away when the phone rings. you answer without thinking—only to hear a broken whisper on the other end. sirius..? silence. then, almost hesitant—y/n? regulus black never calls, never reaches out. but tonight, his voice is quiet, unsteady. he doesn’t ask for comfort. just to be heard. and you don’t hang up
WARNINGS ಇ. black brothers angst like too much angst, mentions of telephone usage, use of y/n once
A/N ಇ. i literally cried while writing this ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა
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The house still smelled like rain and warmth and home, but there was something off in the air—something heavy, like the ghosts of words Sirius hadn’t spoken yet. The walls seemed to hum with it, the kind of silence that wasn’t really silent at all, just waiting for someone to break it.
When Sirius stumbled through the door, he wasn’t just tired. He was wrecked. Ruined in a way that wasn’t just about the night or the journey or the cold rain still clinging to his skin. It was deeper than that, something carved into the very marrow of him.
Physically, you could see the damage—the way his hands shook when he ran them through his tangled hair, the way his clothes clung to him, damp and disheveled, the way his chest rose and fell like he had been running for miles and still hadn’t stopped. But it was his eyes that made your stomach twist.
They were empty. Not in the way that meant he felt nothing, but in the way that meant he had felt too much. Like someone had taken a chisel to his ribs and hollowed him out from the inside. There was something shattered behind them, something raw, something that shouldn’t have existed in someone as young as he was.
And beneath it all, beneath the exhaustion and the cold and the ache of everything that had come before this moment—there was hesitation.
Sirius stood in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he should be here. If he was allowed to be here. His shoulders were curled in, defensive in a way you had never seen before, like he was bracing for something—like the weight of an entire life spent waiting for a slap or a sneer or a word meant to cut deep had followed him even now, even here, to the one place that was supposed to be safe.
He didn’t know how to be wanted.
He didn’t know how to be safe.
And he didn’t know if he was allowed to want those things.
For a horrible, aching moment, you wondered how long it had been like this. If there had ever been a time in his life when Sirius Black had come home and felt like he belonged there. If he had ever walked through a door without the lingering fear that this time, this time, it would all be ripped away.
It made you feel sick.
Because this wasn’t a stranger standing in front of you, looking like the world had swallowed him whole. This wasn’t some distant name in the halls of Hogwarts.
This was Sirius. Your brother’s best friend. Your almost-brother.
And he didn’t even know how to let himself be here.
Your parents didn’t ask questions, didn’t press for details. They just took him in. The way they had always said they would. The way you and James had begged Sirius to believe, time and time again, when he brushed off bruises with easy grins and covered up scars with careless words.
Your dad clapped a hand on his shoulder, firm but gentle, the kind of touch that said, You’re safe now. The kind of touch Sirius had never received from a father before—not like this, not without conditions. And your mum—she..she had simply held him. Wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in, like she was trying to shield him from every cruel thing that had ever been done to him. She smoothed his rain-damp hair, rubbed slow circles into his back, just like she had done for you when you were small, when you had scraped your knee or woken up crying from a nightmare.
At first, Sirius had barely reacted. He stood stiff and still, like he didn’t know what to do with kindness when it wasn’t laced with ulterior motives. But then, for just a second, his fingers curled into the fabric of her cardigan. Just for a moment. Just long enough that you saw it—the way his shoulders caved in, the way something inside him caved in.
And then it was gone. He pulled away like it had never happened, like he hadn’t let himself need something, even for a fraction of a second.
James was different. James had never looked at Sirius the way other people did. Not like a Black. Not like a disappointment. Not like anything less than family. Just like a brother.
He didn’t ask if Sirius was staying. He didn’t offer. He decided.
“C’mon, mate. You’re staying in my room.”
No argument. No hesitation. No moment of doubt or waiting for Sirius to earn his place. Just James, just certainty, just the unshakable, undeniable fact that Sirius belonged here.
It wasn’t the first time he had said it. It wasn’t the first time you had said it, either.
If it ever gets too much. If they push too hard. If you don’t have anywhere else to go. Just come here. No explanations. No questions. No conditions.
Just come home.
And now, after all these years, after everything—he finally had.
You had been on your way to your room when the phone rang—sharp, jarring against the hush that had settled over the house. It made you jump, made your breath catch in your throat, the sound so out of place after everything that had just happened.
You had been on your way to your room when the phone rang, sharp and sudden against the silence. You grabbed it without thinking, pressing the receiver to your ear.
"Hello?"
At first, nothing.
Just the distant hum of the line. The faintest trace of static. A breath, maybe—so quiet you weren’t sure if you imagined it.
And then—so small, so broken, so unlike the person it belonged to, you barely caught it—
"…Sirius?"
You froze.
The voice it was- it was familiar.
Too familiar.
The voice was wrong, and yet—not. It was fragile in a way you had never heard it before, stripped raw, like someone had taken all the armor and arrogance and sharp edges and crushed them under their heel.
Something in your chest ached.
And then—soft, confused, uncertain—
"…Y/n?"
Your heart nearly stopped.
"Regulus?"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Heavy. Suspended in the space between breaths.
You could hear it—the way his breathing hitched, the way the hesitation deepened.
You had never spoken to him like this before.
Not once.
Not in all the years you had shared a school, a year, a name that carried weight in the world of magic.
Regulus Black had always been something distant. The boy who walked the same halls but never walked with you. The one who never spoke unless spoken to, whose silence had been a language of its own. You had never really known him, never really tried. And neither had he.
But now—now he was here, on the phone, whispering your name like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to say it.
Because he was Sirius’s brother.
Because he had always been untouchable.
And now—now he sounded nothing like the Black heir. Nothing like the sharp, cold figure people imagined him to be. He sounded lost. He sounded frightened.
He sounded alone.
You had always wondered what it was like for Regulus. What it was like to be the son that stayed. The one who obeyed. The one who didn’t run.
But listening to him now, you weren’t sure he had ever really had a choice.
You swallowed hard.
"Regulus?" you repeated, softer this time, gentler.
The silence stretched.
And then, finally—almost too quiet to hear, like he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to be heard—
"Is he there?"
And fuck.
The way he said it. Not demanding, not entitled. Just… pleading.
Like he already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway. Like the words hurt to say, like they physically hurt.
Like he had spent every moment since Sirius left waiting—hoping—that maybe, just maybe, his brother hadn’t really gone. That maybe it wasn’t forever.
"Do you…" You hesitated, unsure how to navigate this. "Do you want to talk to him?"
Regulus didn’t respond right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than before.
"No," he said. "He wouldn’t want to talk to me."
It wasn’t bitter. It wasn’t resentful. Just…matter-of-fact. Like he had already convinced himself it was true.
You didn’t know what to say.
And Regulus, maybe sensing it, maybe regretting it, let out a breath. It was barely anything, just the ghost of a sound, but it cracked at the edges.
"You don’t have to talk," he murmured. "Just… just leave the phone open. I—I just need to say it. Just once."
His voice wavered.
"Then you can hang up. I won’t bother you again."
Your grip on the phone tightened.
Because fuck, you didn’t know what he was going to say. You didn’t know if you even wanted to hear it. But you also knew—you knew—that whatever it was, he had never been able to say it before.
You get jealous at the new PSG intern and how much she's trying to get the attention of your boyfriend, but he makes sure you know he's all yours.
Be quiet, please ♡
Kylian got a little too drunk and decided to share some information he isn't supposed to.
Now you be quiet, please ♡
After the events of last night, Fayza chooses to make Kylian pay for his words.
She | part I
You can't put the pieces of a broken plate back together and expect it to be alright.
She | part II
A long talk and a match can be the start to a change between Kylian and you.
Tea Party ♤♡
All it takes for you to fix your problems is a tea party.
Gold Digger ♤
A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.
Gold Digger | Part Two ♤
A broken plate can't be fixed.
Gold Digger | Part Three (Ending) ♡
Feeling fearful and insecure about the future after a downfall is what kept you away.
Stressed ♤
When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.
I do... do I? ♤♡
The stress of planning a wedding makes you re-think everything.
Flowers ♡
Who would have thought some flowers can make that much drama.
The "A" Team ♡
Kylian needs your help to get out of an awkward situation.
Dull Shine ♤♧
The circumstances might have dulled the shine she had. Feeling empty even with his company.
Dull Shine | Part Two ♡♧
An advice and looking into the mirror makes Kylian understand why you left.
Mama's boy ♡♤
Kylian convinced himself that his mother liked you, but when she openly rejects you in front of him, he has to choose which side to be.
A trusting matter ♤♡
A confession makes Kylian think you have no trust in him. Making him feel shamed and almost breaking your relationship.
Leaked ♤
A few leaked pictures revealed the truth about your relationship.
Leaked | Part Two ♤
Kylian realized he made a mistake with you. Sadly, it was a little too late.
Double Face ♤
Kylian acts different to you when other people are around.
Blubs:
ONE
TWO
PEDRI
New Streets ♡
Trying to find your way into the streets of Barcelona by yourself for the first time is harder than you expected.
Family Night ♡
Homemade pizza and a uno game are the perfect combination if you want to meet your in laws.
Begin Again | Part one ♤
Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.
Begin Again | Part Two ♤
After your son was born, your friend made you realize how much you were wrong for hiding him from Pedro.
Begin Again | Part Three ♤
Back to the start to fix the broken pieces just to find that you can get what you always dreamed.
Begin Again | Part Four ♤
It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?
Begin Again | Part Five ♡
I've been spending the last few months thinking all love ever does is break, burn, and end, but when I look at you shining eyes, I watch it Begin Again.
B.A - Extra (one shot) ♡
Pedri takes Polo to a Father-Son day with the team.
Party Killer ♧
A girls' night gone wrong while your boyfriend is away.
Pedri the type, 2
A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Pedri would be.
Baecation ♡
Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.
The Tour (part II of Baecation) ♡
A glimpse of the little moment you share with your boyfriend while on Tour.
Golden Child ♤
You're Pablo's older sister. Even tho you don't have a good relationship, you help him during his injury and find yourself getting involved with Pedri.
Golden Child | Part Two ♤
Your brother finds out about your relationship with his best friend, while everyone learns the truth about your family..
Golden Child | Part Three ♡
As your relationship with Pedro progresses, the relationship you have with your brother is in a limbo.
Bad Kind of Butterflies ♤
Pedri let the insecurities of his friend become his own. Ruining his own relationship and friendship.
Bad Kind of Butterflies | Part Two ♡♤
Pedri regrets his actions and tries to get back to you.
Not The Romantic Type ♤♡
You tried to give him as many chances as you could. But when he keeps choosing other people over you, you are done.
NTRT | Part Two ♡♤
NTRT | Part Three ♡
Water girl ♡♤
The team doesn't know you're Xavi's daughter until Pedri and you begin a relationshp and everything comes to light.
Sad Beautiful Tragic ♤
Pedri is the picture-perfect boyfriend in front of the cameras and others, but not everything that shines is gold.
We Never Go Out Style ♡
Pedri agrees to let you be his stylist for the day and change his wardrobe for the better.
Canceled Flight ♡
Pedri and you never expected that a canceled flight was going to make you label your relationship.
Delicate | Part One ♤♡
A bad reputation, one contract, a very stubborn singer and a calm footballer was the perfect mix for disaster.
Jealous Mind ♤♡
Blubs:
Pedri gets jealous when he overhears someone saying his best friend likes you.
The Lucky One ♤♡
Fer tries to play Cupid with you, and it ends up not being what he expected.
ONE
TWO
GAVI
Gavi the type ♡
A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Gavi would be.
Our song ♡
Gavi surprise you after your win at the vmas.
Valentine's Day through the years ♡
A little late Valentine's Day gift from me to you
Forgive you, for what? ♤♡
After the release of your new song, people start to make rumors about your relationship, making Gavi feel uncomfortable. (Singer!Reader)
Footnote ♤
Love doesn't always go both ways
Footnote | Part Two ♤
After you close the chapter of him in your life, he will open your chapter to keep writing on it, hoping you would let him do it.
Footnote | Part Three ♤♡
After you moved out of Barcelona, you returned to find yourself again. Pablo finds out and wants to make amends with you.
Birthday Twin ♡
Pablo and you share your birthday date, and you two plan a surprise for each other.
Seat 332 ♤
The seat he always reserved for you, it's now hers.
Seat 332 | Part Two ♤
The time apart and the difference between his past life and his present makes Gavi realize that he lost.
Ferran Torres
Ferran the type
A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Ferran would be.
hi! pls do something where reader is xavis daughter and shes helpin' him with water and other things at the trainings because shes like grounded but not everyone knows shes his kid and she and pedri become closer and he defend her when one of the team say something cruel to her pls
Sorry my english is not the best is not my first language
Water girl
Summary: The team doesn't know you're Xavi's daughter until Pedri and you begin a relationshp and everything comes to light.
Warnings: cursing, physical altercation, slut shaming.
A/N: This is long, I kinda got inspired and wanted to share something with you. Hope you like it ❤️ love you✨️🌸 @gadriezmannsgirl hi 😛❤️
"You have to be kidding me. There's no way in hell I'm spending my vacation like this." You yell, hurrying upstairs.
The thing about being the kid of an elite football player is that you're not faster than them. They will always win.
You tried to close your door, but Xavi managed to stop it before it closed. "Go away, oh my God."
"That's the good thing about being your father, mi reina. You obey what I say, not the other way around. So go change and meet me in the car."
He slams the door on his way out. But the door is opened again, this time by Nuria. "You better hurry up. He's going to come back and take you to the car even if you're in pajamas."
"Nu, that's totally unfair." You whine, walking to your closet. "Are you seriously allowing this?"
"Don't forget to put on some sunscreen." She waves you goodbye and close the door.
You grab a leggin, an oversized t-shirt, and put on your Jordans. You did put on some sunscreen, not wanting to do anything with your hair, only putting it up.
"Bye, if I die, this is on you guys. Hope you know that." You told your stepmother on your way out. She laughs at your annoyed behavior.
Xavi is waiting on his car. He has this big smile on his face. To you is like he's laughing at you. You walk slowly to the car, making him raise an eyebrow.
"I'm the boss, I can be late if I want to, so don't worry. No matter how slow we are still going to make it." He says as you open the car door.
"Papi, please."
"Let's go, reina."
Having no other option, you hop up. He was giving you a talk about life and having goals. The talk continued until you made it to the training camp.
"Your uncle Oscar is waiting for you. Please go to my office." He says, handing you a "staff" card. "This opens the doors."
You obey, walking the way you already know. The long hallway that only staff members are allowed to be, and different offices, some for the technical team, some for meetings, his office.
You knocked before walking inside, your uncle was on his phone, writing something he was reading on a board.
"Hey."
"Hola, reina." He smiles, leaving what he's doing to get close and hug you. "So happy to see you again."
"Hola, I missed you so much." You hug him back. He was patting your back. "Please help me, I don't want to do this."
The sound of the door opening and laughs saved the moment for you. It was your dad with a blonde lady.
"Oh hello! It's so good to have you back."
"Hello." You smiled, not the best at picking conversations.
"Gosh, Xavi. Your daughter is so big. I remember when I last saw you at your father vows renewal, you were so small."
"This is Martina. She's the boss of the interns and some social media people." Xavi says, you smile again but this time nodding your head. "She will be your boss."
"Your father tells me that you wanted to get something to do now that you're here in Barcelona."
"Yes, something to do." You say sarcastically, Xavi gave you a look. "I'm happy to be here." You lie.
"Well, I need some help in the recovery training. They need someone who helps with the water."
"Like a water girl?"
"Si, you're going to be their water girl."
You nod, eyes on your father, who's smiling in a particular way that's making you angry. "That's great, let's go."
Martina guides you to the little room with coolers, some freezers with ice packs, a bunch of stock of Gatorade, water, and water bottles of the sponsor.
"So, we already fill this one with Gatorade and some wattle bottles from prime, the players who are in recovery have a more private training, so you're with them."
You let her explain to you the training hours, the days the social media girls were there to film and that day you had to bring the prime bottles, the Gatorade thing that makes squishi drinks and how to fill it.
"I want to ask you something."
"Whatever you want, yes?"
"I don't want anyone to know that I'm Xavi's daughter, I want just to be like an intern, maybe?"
Martina nods her head. She gets what you mean, not wanting to be favored. "We can do that." She smiled. "Also, we have these t-shirts for interns to change into, so before going to the training camp, you can change."
You went to the nearest bathroom and changed the oversized t-shirt. Leaving the old one in the little closet because Martina said so.
You grab the small cooler, walking with Martina, who was explaining to you who you were working with. You had to be there the whole training and offer the player some water every two series of exercise.
"You're today with Raphinha and Pedri. So it's going to be easy, they're nice and friendly."
She led you to the training camp, Oscar was helping the two players to warm. He waves you happy, and you return the wave.
"If you need a pointer, Pedri likes blue Gatorade and Raph likes the red one."
"Which one is Pedri?" You ask confused, not really knowing who was who because you weren't used to the team.
"The one without tattoos. I have a meeting with some interns, see you later, hun."
"Okay, have fun in your meeting."
The training was boring, nothing new. They were making a smoother training because of their injuries.
Oscar stands next to you, almost at the middle of the training. "Your dad once brought you to the training. You made everybody do push-ups. He went home super proud about you liking football."
You smile at the story, not really remembering about it. "Uncle Andres used to say I was going to be playing as a forward."
"Nah, you have more as a midfielder."
"What position do they play on?"
"Pedri is a midfielder, Raphinha is a right winger." He points at them once he mentions their names. "Venga chicos, take five and we continue."
You get up from the bench, walking to the players. They were chatting and making jokes.
"Hola, tengo agua." You say awkwardly. (Hi, I got water)
Raphinha laughed at how uncomfortable you look, more used to interns or water girls who were ready to flirt with them.
"First day?"
"Is it that obvious?" You shrug your eyes.
"A little, just used to other type of treatment." He jokes, moving his eyebrows up and down.
You don't know what face you made, but Pedri laughed at your facial expressions.
"Te mandaron a comer papilla." He laughs, hitting Raphinha on his arm. (You were rejected)
"I like you. Can you pass me the red Gatorade?" Raphinha looks at you up and down.
You get both colors, passing one to Pedri as well. He thanked you and smiled a little with you. You go back next to your uncle.
Training was quick. It wasn't like the first team due to their injuries.
You can't help but feel something weird about the job. You haven't been on a training or stadium since you were a kid.
"Hola, oye, puedes darme una botella de agua?" (Can you pass me a bottle of water), he whispers, noticing that you're distracted.
You go back to reality. Nodding and handing him the bottle of water.
"Is it fun working here?" He asks.
"Considering this is my first day like you figure out, I think it's good." You say, half smile on your face.
"Bueno, not all first times are good." He shrugs, smiling at you.
You wanted to laugh, but you just smile and nod. "Yep, that's true."
"Thank you." He hands you the bottle again. Walking back to the field.
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The next days were easy for you. Even when you didn't want to say it, you did enjoy watching them train and do other activities than be home.
You got assigned with the recovery team as long as there were players training.
"For how long are they training like this?" You ask curious.
"Until the medical team tell us that they can train and play with the first team."
"What happened to Pedri?" You say, eyes fixed on his back. He was doing some penalties practice.
"He injured himself a long time ago, and that same injury is coming back now." He says, you nod in response. "Frenkie, don't skip that part, I'm watching you, son."
They do another five rounds until the next break. Pedri walked over to you again. "El calor está." He wipes the sweat with his hand. "How can you look so fresh? It's like hell fire."
"I used to live in Brazil, this is fresh for them." You confess.
"Wow, Brazil." He smiles. "Can I have some water?"
"Two euros per bottle." You joke, handing him the bottle. "And five per Gatorade."
"I don't have change on me, but if I found you after the training, I'll make sure to pay my debt." He smiles, throwing the bottle back in the cooler.
"I'll take that as a promise." You say, returning the smile.
"Maybe you can tell me about Brazil." He says, going back to the middle of the field where Oscar is explaining something to Frenkie.
You check your phone while the training finishes. You texted Nuria what you were doing with a picture of the cooler.
"Reina, go back inside. The weather is crazy hot, and we're almost done. You can leave the cooler."
"You sure?" You ask, leaving your phone. "I can wait."
"Do me a favor, this are notes about today's training, take them to my office and you can go do some other thing."
You nod, leaving the little cooler there and asking him to take care of it, saying you will be back for it.
You walked back to the office. You still have your dad's card from the first day so you can enter every place.
You wanted to stay inside and relax in the air conditioner but you wanted to do a nice job as you were charged.
You go back to the field to collect the cooler and take it to its place. Stealing a Gatorade for yourself while you walk back inside.
"That would be five euros, or do you have a discount?"
You turn to find Pedri smiling. He has a prime bottle in his hands. You smile back, sipping on your drink again.
"It's the payment for our job." You say, sassy teasing tone.
"I thought interns didn't get paid."
"We don't?" You ask, confused. "Well, that's sad."
You pout at the thought of it. He finds that funny because he thought the first thing they told the interns is that they're not getting paid.
"So I own you seven." He jokes.
"Make it twenty, I have to make a living." You shrug smiling. Thing that makes him smile back.
"Twenty and a talk? Or those come with an extra charge." The tone of his voice and the way he's closer than before got you thinking not so good things.
You were about to answer, but a voice calling your name from behind makes you turn back.
"How was your first day?" Martina asks. "Pedri, hola."
"Hola, I was returning the bottle and saying a little thank you for helping with the water today, especially with this weather."
"Super hot." Martina laughs. "So good you had a nice day. Let me help you with the little cooler, and you can follow me."
"Sure," you whisper to her. Turning back to the black hair boy. "See you around." You wave your hand goodbye, following Martina.
She guides you to a room with three other people, all boys. They were seated around a little table talking.
"Hey boys, this is Y/n." She introduces you, you smile waving at them. "She's new, just came and she's our new water girl."
"Hey, that's my job," a blonde guy jokes. "I'm Marcus. This is Pablo, and this is Carlos."
"Hi, nice to meet you all. Sorry about the job, by the way."
"Please explain to her the time slip and Marcus, don't worry, I'll find you a new thing to do."
She left, saying her goodbyes. You stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do know.
"Take a sit, we were chatting about the next game." Carlos pat the chair next to him. "Are you a barca fan or just here for the experience?"
"Here for the experience." You say. "Are you barca fans?"
"Carlos is a Madrid fan but don't tell anybody."
"I'm not, I just said I like Ronaldo more than Messi."
They kept doing jokes about football, you check the time slip on the wall, to your surprise you are on it.
Most of the "soft training" was assigned to you, only two days for the "regular training" that was with the whole team.
"Hey, new girl."
"Si?"
"We have a fifteen minute break. We usually sneak in the kitchen and stole some food."
"I'm in, let's go."
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You helped with ordering the equipment for the first team, putting the cones in order and taking out the bands they used to exercise in duos.
You finished positioning the equipment, leaving the field as the players began walking upstairs.
"Hey, come here." Xavi calls you. You walk over to your dad slowly, noticing him getting impatient. "Can you hurry?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Can you go help your uncle at the gym?"
"Doing what?" You ask funny, "holding the weight while he works out?" You smirk.
"Don't be a smart-ass, reina." He tries not to laugh. "He's helping Pedri and Lewandowski. He needs help with something, I'm not sure."
You nod, walking downstairs and to the gym. After getting into the wrong place for the second time, you knew you had to ask someone.
"Are you lost?" Pedri asks.
You smile at the dark-haired boy in front of you. "Yes, this place is too big."
"Trust me, we all got lost the first week." He laughs at the thought. "Where are you going?".
"The gym, Xavi assigned me to help Oscar."
He points the direction with his head. Making you walk side by side with him.
"Oye, don't think I forgot you own me fifty." You joke. Hitting his shoulder with yours.
"Why is the price increasing by the hour?"
"Why not?" You laugh with him. "But don't worry, after the fifty the talk is free."
"It better be," He jokes back. "Well, here we are."
You walk over to your uncle, asking him how can you help him. He instructed you to help him take time and to write down the weight the players are lifting.
You sat in a machine with a notepad and a chronometer. You were timing every round to help with consistency in the training.
"Be nice with me, please," Pedri says, getting ready to start. "If I fail, you lie and say I'm the best, okay?"
"Don't," Robert interrupts. "If he sucks you can say it outloud. Please."
"Lewa, go away."
Between laughs and jokes of the two players, you finished the rest of the day, Robert and Pedri were easy to be around.
When they finished their work, you got sent back with the other interns, saying your goodbyes to them.
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The three weeks of helping at the club were easy.
You helped the injured guys with the water.
You helped the social media team, and you did a lot of things.
Xavi was impressed that after the first week, you wanted to keep going. He was hoping you would beg him not to take you, but instead, you were waiting for him to go first thing in the morning.
"Y/n, you will be with the first team today. The boys are helping with a project, so you will be alone."
You nod, giving her a thumbs up.
"First time alone with the big team." Marcus says. "If you want advice, do what the Mister tells you. He kinda screams at everybody when the players won't do what he says."
"I'll be frustrated, too." You say, honestly. "I mean, half of them can't even create an opportunity, and when they got an assist, they won't even do anything."
"Yes, but I think Xavi plays a big role into that. Maybe the rumors about him leaving aren't that bad after all."
You shut your mouth, not wanting to say something offensive to him. Your dad gave his heart to the team during very bad times when they could barely afford the players.
"I'm going to the field."
"Don't get defensive," he laughs. "I mean, I get that as a cule you love the old players, but Xavi is a little bit out of date. Like go home, with your wife and your perfect kids."
"Do you ever shut up?" You ask, laughing to make the situation less tense. "Let's not talk about him when we don't even know what his home life is like, and maybe don't do this at work."
"Wow, you're so uptight."
You scuff, walking with the heavy cooler to the field.
When you make it to the stairs, you notice that maybe being alone wasn't that cool. You got to get the cooler upstairs on your own.
A cooler with more than twenty bottles of water on a very large set of stairs. Great idea.
"Do you need help, new girl?"
Raphinha and Fermin got closer. A few of the players behind them.
"Hola. Yes, thank you.
"Raph, grab that side." Fermin says, lifting the left side of the cooler. "Why do they even let you get here all by yourself?"
"I think they didn't think about this part." You shrug.
The two boys helped you. You stayed a little behind due to the social media team filming them doing it.
"Y/n!" Pedri says, grabbing your shoulders. "Hey, thank you for that show recommendation. My brother and I saw it last night, and now I can't wait to go home and see more of it."
You smile at his words. Two weeks back, you exchanged numbers. You were getting closer by the day so you trusted him.
"Well, Pedri." You say, funny tone. "Hello to you too, nice evening. I'm doing so great. Thank you for asking. How are you today?" You smile.
He blushed, he knows you're joking but still feels the blush spreading onto his face.
"I'm doing good." He answers, hands intertwine behind his back. Clearly nervous. "Thank you for asking."
You wanted to keep the conversation, but you two heard Xavi calling the players to warm up.
"Venga, let's go. If not, we're both getting in trouble, me for not hydrating the team and you for not warming up enough."
He liked the way you joke, how your face had the right expression for your feelings. He liked how you treated him like a normal person and not like the footballer.
"What are you doing this weekend?" He asked, making you stop halfway on the stairs. "We have the day off. So I thought that maybe we could go out. I know this place to eat thats amazing and I think you would like it."
You can't help the smile that's on your lips. You liked him, maybe more than you care to admit.
"Looks like now I have a plan." You turn around after that, walking the remaining stairs. Little did he know that you did that for him not to notice your red face. "See you this weekend." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear.
You can tell Pedri is happy. The way he kept looking at you and sending you smiles is something else.
"Hey" you feel someone pocke you in the ribs.
When you turn, you find Marcus. Honestly, he was the last person you wanted to see. After the way he insulted your father, you didn't even want to cross words with him.
"Hey, you guys done with the project?" You ask, eyes watching the other players.
"Yeah, Martina sent us to different places, and I was sent here." He sits at the edge of the cooler. You didn't move, not wanting to have him next to you. "So, the boys and I are doing something this weekend, we were thinking about going out for some food. Would you like to come?"
"I actually have plans, but have fun." You say, very dry tone. "And let's get up, they're almost done and I need to get them some water."
Marcus was that one guy that hits on you and gets offended when you don't even look at him. But he keeps trying, trying again, and trying again.
The other boys were fine, they joke with you, they share stories, they are teammates. Marcus was just not it for you.
"I can help you with that, let me do it." He says, pulling the cooler to the middle of the field without waiting for your answer.
Xavi waved at you to get your attention from one side of the field. You walked to him, eyes turning back to the field to find those brown eyes looking at you.
"Hola, papi." You say, smiling at him. "Do you want some water?"
"I'm fine, reina." He smiles back. "Hey, meet me in my office after practice. I need to talk to you."
You nod. Not thinking much of it. He always had this mysterious behavior about talks, and in the end, it was him asking you to make a reservation at some restaurant or asking you how to send a link to Oscar.
You walked back to the team, Marcus was chatting with Raphinha, leaving the cooler abandoned.
You can't help but exhale exasperated. He was acting like he was everyone's boss. The boys tolerated it, but you didn't have to.
"Oye! I forgot to give my bottle back." You heard, making you turn. "Sorry, I was chatting."
"It's okay, are you done?"
"Actually, I wanted to ask if you have more. I threw half at Pedri." He laughs.
You laugh with him, Ferran was so comic to you. He always messed with other players. Specifically with Pedri, to the point of them not being called out when he did something to him.
"I think we have some extras." You say, checking the cooler and handing him a new bottle. "Just don't shower anymore players."
Ferran was about to answer, but a very entitled Marcus walked by and rudely asked if he was finished.
"She's waiting for me, don't worry." He says in this particular tone that makes you smirk. Marcus just shrugs and leaves. Walking down the stairs. "Is he always like that?"
"Sometimes, I think he thinks that just because he named himself the boss he actually is."
"So we don't like him?" He asks, eyebrow lifted.
"We did, but I don't think we do anymore."
"We good then." He says, making this funny expression. "Thank you. By the way, what flowers are your favorites?"
You were taken aback by the question.
"I think I don't have a favorite set of flowers." You say, thinking about an answer. "I like lilies, but they're not my favorite tho"
"Okay, good to know." He nods. "I have to get back, thanks for the water." He hands you the bottle and runs to where Pedri is.
You can't help the little smile that creeps your face. He was bringing you flowers.
You spend the rest of the training with your eyes sticked to him. The little smiles he sends you and the way Ferran notices and mock him.
When you finish with them, you decide to walk to the little room the club gives to interns. You feel the effects of the new weather coming.
"Why are you here alone?" Marcus asked you. "If you don't have anything to do, I can find something for you to do."
"No need, I have to help Misted Xavi with something." You close your little locker, trying to walk out of the room.
He grabs your arm, stopping you from walking out. "I was thinking, maybe we can hang out some time."
You kindly removed his hand from your arm, smiling so you don't seem rude. "I'm going to be honest with you." You sigh, knowing this was going to be uncomfortable. "I'm not interested. You're not my type. And no, I don't want to create a friendship with you."
The way the smirk he had is now erased from his face, making you want to laugh. Not to be mean, but he was that kind of dude that believed he was above everyone and everything.
Walking out and to your fathers' office, happy about finally letting your feelings out about the whole Marcus situation.
"Well, hello, Mister Xavi." You say, opening the door. Oscar and him are sitting on the couch of his office, Xavi with his head on his hands. "What's wrong?"
They look at each other, but Oscar decided to speak. "Nothing, we wanted to tell you that you can go home early."
You narrow your eyes, that was not something your father was used to do, having a free day? An early out? Noup.
"Papi, are you okay?" you ask, just to make sure you're good to actually go.
"Si, go before I change my mind." he half smiles. "and pick some milk on your way home". He throws the car keys on your way.
"Yes sir, see you later."
You walk fast to your locker, happy that you can leave early. You tell two of the boys that you were let go for the day and said your goodbye to Martina.
You were too busy on your phone to notice Carlos getting something inside his car trunk.
You open the car, sliding into the seat and picking a Playlist. Three bangs on the glass made you let your phone go.
You pull the window down, finding a very smiley Carlos. "Is the Uber available?"
You smile, hand on your chest to calm your heart. "Hola, what do you mean uber? You gave me a ride to the mall the other day." You joke with him.
He became your friend, he was funny and very respectful. He even shares his snacks with you. "Dude, I love your car." He takes a look at the car. "Can I drive it?"
You laugh, knowing you barely even drive it because your dad takes care of it more than he takes care of you.
"Maybe later, I have to go. I got let go."
"You got fired?" He asks, not understanding what you meant.
"No, I mean, I'm going home early. Don't throw me out just yet." You laugh. "Have fun, and don't listen to Marcus."
"I won't, drive safe." He waves as he walks away.
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"Should I wear this or this?" You ask Nuria. She was helping you with your hair. "Or maybe another color?"
She laughs, noticing how nervous you are. "Can you calm down? You will look beautiful and this mystery guy will fall on his knees." She pats your shoulders.
"I just haven't had a date in so long. I'm rusty." You joke, changing your outfit in the closet while she organized your hair tools. "Okay, opinions." You say showing her your full outfit.
She takes your hand, making you turn. "Hermosa." She hugs you. "Maybe to make it a little casual some white sneakers?" She suggests.
You agree with her. Talking while putting your shoes on. You take a last look on your makeup and hair.
"Can you tell me who the guy is? That way, I won't be nervous about you out with a stanger." She smiles, passing you your jacket. "Or can you share your location with me? I won't tell."
"I'll share the location." You say, grabbing your phone to do it. "Plus, I'm taking your car, so if the date goes downhill, I'll come back."
"Take care, and please call me if anything. Also, don't hesitate to use the pepper spray I bought you. And have fun." She rambles, making you laugh.
You sent her a kiss as you walked out the door. You texted Pedri that you were on your way, and he texted back saying he was almost there.
You were nervous about the date, not because of Pedri but because you were scared of messing up. Plus, he didn't know who you really are.
You park, walking to the host and telling her Pedri's second last name, he uses that name yo avoid people finding he's there. Even tho you'll only need to know the barca team and recognize him.
"Hola." You say, hands on his shoulders. He jumped a little. "Sorry, didn't meant to scare you."
"You didn't, hola." He hugs you, turning to grab the bouquet of flowers. "This is for you. Hope you like them."
Lilies.
Just like you told Ferran.
"Thank you, this is so cute." You smile. When you grab the back of the chair to move it. He does it for you. "Gracias, Pedri." You smile at him.
"You look preciosa." He thinks outloud. When he notice the blush on your cheeks and how you are avoiding his gaze. It's when he notice he said that and not only thought it.
"I like your hair today, I like it when you don't blow dry it." You joke with him.
You two joke a little, ordering some food. He recommended you a dish a d a drink, you let him do the ordering.
"This is so good."
"I knew you would like it." He smiles. "How is your dish?"
"Delicious, want a bite?" You ask, and before he could answer you, you grab some of it with your fork. "Open your mouth."
"Fuaa." He says, head thrown back. "That's great. Taste mine."
He repeats your action, feeding you with his food for you to taste it. "Yummy." You smile.
You two talk a about your hobbies, your music taste. Random things you would talk about, nothing crazy.
"And my parents have a restaurant, so mom cooked the croquettes for me all the time." He tells you the story of his favorite food. "And now I miss it cause I want it but I can't have it like I used to."
"I never had croquettes in my life." You confess. "I like seafood. In Brazil, I used to eat a lot of shrimp and fish. Loveeeee fish."
"Why did you come back?" He asks. "Or are you from there?"
"I was born here, actually." You began the story. "But my parents separated when I was seven, and my mom took us to Brazil two years later."
"So you spent most of your life in Brazil?"
"It's complicated. My dad and mom got into a custody battle, and I was with her from nine to fifteen. Then I was forced to come back but only for a few months cause I was sent to a boarding school in Switzerland."
"And how did you end as a intern imfor Barça?"
"My dad forced me. He was teaching me a lesson. And he knows Martina, so it was easy."
"Oh." He says. He was speechless at how crazy your life sounds. "If I can say something, I'm glad you are here."
You smile, "Thank you, I'm happy I'm back, and I'm happy to be here with you."
It's his time to blush. He really likes you. Without Ferran's encouragement, he would have never asked you out. He was nervous and awkward about it.
"Do you want dessert?" He asks, noticing you finish your drink. "Other drink?"
"You want me full tonight, sir." You laugh, making him laugh. "I'll have some if you do."
"You are making me break my diet." He laughs. "Fine, let's get those desserts."
The rest of the dinner was fine. You two had fun talking and telling stories of things that happened to you as kids.
"Are you sure you don't want to split the bill?" You ask one more time.
"Not at all, it's on me, you did your part whe you got pretty for this." He smiles.
The blush that creeps into your cheeks is crazy. You can feel your whole face burning up from the feeling.
"Did you drive here?"
"Yes, don't worry. Thank you very much for this." You hug him. "Can we do this again? I really want to see you again."
He's taken aback from your honesty. He likes that. "Si, I want that too." He smiles. "Do you like going to the movies?"
"Love doing that."
"Want to go to the movies to see this new Ryan Gosling movie?" He walks you to your car.
"Si, text me the details." You hug him again. "Popcorn is on me," you say, kissing his cheek. You enter your car. He was kinda petrifie. Hee wanted to react. "Pedri," you call him.
He comes back to the real world. "Si, bonita?"
"Tell me when you are home." You say, pulling up your window.
He waited to be in his car to freak out about how you kissed his cheek and how you asked him on a second date.
He drives home happy, ready to call Ferran and tell him all about it. How you liked the lilies, how you enjoyed food, and how you even have a second date.
When you got home, Nuria and you went to your room and you told her everything, showed her your bouquet of flowers and even told her that you have a second date with him.
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Your situationship with Pedri was better than you expected. It's been an ongoing this for a few months now. It's the perfect time to get to know him and for him to get to know you.
You two meet up after club hours. You even began going to some of the games to support him.
As a joke, Ferran gave you a shirt with his number. Making you and Pedri laugh. You use it because it makes Pedri smile every time he watches you there, knowing you follow Ferran and his crazy idea.
Carlos knows about you and Pedri. He's your friend, you trusted him with the information and he asked you in exchange a bag of gummy bears to not tell.
He wears Pedris number for you. And he became friends with Pedri and Ferran. You four are like a nice group.
You were organizing the water closet with Carlos. Talking about music and about this new show that he's seeing.
"And this girl, she's the starting." He explains. "She has a secret romance with one of the higher-ups. Just like you." He pokes you.
"Want me to give you a speaker so you can say it louder?" You hit his arm lightly.
"Are you going on a date with him tonight?"
"I am. We are going to watch something, probably."
"If you watch the movie I recommend you. Please do a review without spoilers for me tomorrow." He says, passing you a bottle of Gatorade.
Marcus was hearing the conversation. Martina sent him to grab you for a quick meeting. But he couldn't help but hear your conversation.
"Are you coming to the game this weekend?" You ask. "He wants me here, and I don't want to be alone."
"Are you getting me popcorn?"
"Yes." You say, laughing and rolling your eyes. "I dont know if I'm nervous because this game can get us La Liga or because his family may be there."
"Maybe both?"
"Si, maybe both." You say, finishing with the work. "We are done."
Marcus hears this and walks like he just got there.
"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt. Martina wants us to have a quick meeting." He smiles. "I thought you were organizing the equipment."
"No, we are here today." Carlos answers. "Let's go."
Marcus was curious. Who was the person you were "dating." Probably someone married if you are talking about his family being there.
After the meeting, you got a text from your dad, asking you to come to his office to talk about something.
"Hola pare, em necessitaves?" (Hi dad, did you need me?) You speak to him in catalan.
"Hola, Reina." He hugs you. "How's work?"
"Good, I restocked the water closet. We have fresh water bottles. And I had a meeting about a thing Martina wants us to do."
"Great, that's fine."
You squinted your eyes. He was up to something. "Dad, anything you want to ask me or tell me?"
He rolls his eyes. "Can't a father make conversation with his firstborn?"
"Xavier?"
"Promise me you won't be mad at Asia."
You know what is coming. You heavily exhale. "Go on."
"A little bird, named Asia. Told me you are dating someone."
"Dad, this is work." You laugh. "Plus, I'm not."
You were honest, Pedri, and you weren't dating. You were acquaintances who happened to enjoy each others company.
"Okay." He laughs. "We can play the we are at work thing."
You don't notice how the door is open, thinking everybody is doing something more important than walking around.
But Marcus wasn't. He was walking around trying to find Oscar to talk to him about being able to go to the game for free as a part of the club workers. But when he heard your voice and Xavi's, he stayed.
"I wanted to tell you this when we were at dinner, but I feel like I can do it. I'm going to the game." You tell him.
Your dad loves it when you come to his games. It makes him think of you as a little girl wearing his jersey.
"Nuria and the kids are coming too."
"The kids too?" You ask, confused. "Don't they have to go with their grandparents?"
Marcus raises his eyebrows. His wife and kids are coming. You and him will have dinner together.
Then it clicks, you were talking about Xavi. And Carlos knew about you and him.
"Anyways, I have to go." You say, getting up and walking to his mini fridge. "I'm taking one of your special drinks. After all, I earn it."
You two laugh, you hug your father. "Back to work. I don't want my father to find out I'm not working." You joke.
"I'm sure he won't mind. You are with the Mister, he will understand."
"Yeah, you don't know him." You tease him. "But you'll like him, maybe we can arrange a meeting, sir."
"Go to work, reina." He laughs, shaking his head while he does it.
Marcus hides in an office, waiting a few minutes before going out. He was mind blowned, you were having something with Xavi.
He walks back to the comune corridors. Not paying attention to his surroundings, the only thing in his mind was this new information.
For you, it was all flowers, dreams, happy days.
You get to see the person you like every day, you get to spend at least a little bit of time with him.
"Stop, you need to train." You say to pedri, who's too busy kissing you and hugging you. "Pepi, stop it." You giggle.
"Why?" He pouts. "One more, and I'm leaving."
"No, guapo." You try to push him. But he brings you back to him. "You are going to be late." You say.
He grabs your cheeks, kissing you goodbye. You hug his body. Loving the way this feels. The way his lips dance with yours and the way your tongues mix just makes sense.
When he separates to take air, you place your hand on top of his mouth. Blocking him from kissing you again.
"You have to go." You whisper breathlessly. "The Mister will be mad at you."
He kisses the top of your forehead. Eying the clock on the wall. He really needs to go. "I'll see you tonight?" You nod, still catching your breath. "Okay, I'll see you then" He kiss your cheek and pulls away.
You wait a few minutes before coming out of where you two were hiding. Walking to the interns room.
Marcus was there. He eyed you from head to toes. "Hello." You say. He only smiled. He still had a bone to pick with you from the way you rejected him.
"So, are you coming to the game?" He asks.
"Yeah, I got tickets. Are you?"
"Don't know, still deciding."
You nod, not wanting to keep the conversation. You walk over and find Carlos waiting with the coolers with you.
"Can you be more late?" He plays with you.
"Shut up and work bitch." You joke.
"Hmmm." He shakes his head. "Says the one who was tonguing her boyfriend on the janitors closet."
"I hate you." You side eye him. He laughs and walks away with a cooler. "And he's not my boyfriend." You whisper to him as you enter the field.
"Okay." He pauses, thinking. "Your fuck buddy?"
"He's not my-" You hit his arm. "He's not my fuck buddy." You whisper.
"So you haven't fuck him?"
You blush at the question. You did sleep with him, but he wasn't your fuck buddy or anything like that.
"So you did fuck him." Carlos laughed. "If he is not your boyfriend then you are fuck buddies until he asks you out formally."
You stayed quiet for the duration of the training. Until it was time to offer the guys some water. Carlos was right. He wasn't your boyfriend, but you were having sex and doing things couples do.
"Let's go."
You walk over to the guys with the vest. It was easy that way, since they all stayed together to plan a strategy.
You are thinking still. They players are grabbing their waters and talking to themselves. You turn your head to the other part of the team.
Pedri was looking at you, you smile at him. Ferran sees this and decides to tease him. The others think it is just him playing, but it was more than that.
"Distracted much?" Raphinha asks, smiling at you. "You okay?"
You nod. "Just thinking." You say honestly.
"Don't tire your mind." Lewandowski says.
"Easy for you to say, you can take your thoughts away by playing."
"A piece of advice, if it can be solved then you don't have to worry about it. Think about how you are going to solve it and do it."
"And if it doesn't have a solution?" You ask Lewa.
"Then don't think about it." He smiles again. "If you can fix it, learn from it and move on."
You nod, thanking him for the advice. "More water before I go?" You ask, hearing Oscar blow the whistle.
"Noup." He throws the bottle back into the cooler.
You go on with the day, not thinking much of the situation. It has a solution, and you can resolve it.
You sit next to your dad for dinner. Texting pedri carefully that as soon as dinner is over, you will meet him up.
"I can't wait to see you at the game. I have a good feeling about it."
You smile, letting him and Nuria do the talking. You eat some pieces of your food, feeling nauseous and tired.
"What's going on with you?" Xavi asks. "You are not the type to leave food."
Before you answer, Asia decides to intervene. "She has the love syndrome."
Both Asia and Dan decide to make kiss noises and throw jokes at you about your love life.
"Stop it, kids." Nuria laughs. "Are you okay?"
"Si." You nod. "Just tired. Maybe I'm coming with a cold." You lie.
"Then take a seat next to the dog because I don't want to get a cold too." You dad jokes. Getting up to take his plate to the sink.
You roll your eyes. "Can I use your car? I want to visit Karlie." You lie again.
"No drinking and driving." He says, stern tone. "Please don't come back at like three in the morning." He throws the keys at you.
You nod, taking your plate to the sink and going upstairs to brush your teeth. You fix your hair before going back down. "Bye, I'll be here in a bit."
You arrive at his house. You two meet up there because you haven't revealed that your father is Xavi Hernández.
He kisses you hello and takes you to his room. He has some candy and Amazon Prime open for you to pick any movie you want.
The movie goes unnoticed by you. The words of Carlos and Lewandowski are taking all your mind. You grab the controller, pausing the movie.
"What are we?" You ask, very straightforward.
Pedri chokes on his gummy bear. "Qué?"
"What are we?" You repeat. Louder this time.
He's trying to think about what to say. He doesn't even know what you two are. You have no labels.
"Are we just fuck-buddies?" You ask.
"No." He quickly answers. "You are more than just that." He says.
"What more?"
He tries to find the right words. He doesn't want you to feel scared if he confesses all his feelings for you.
And he also doesn't want to run when maybe you want to walk. He wants to make you feel comfortable.
"I want us to be more than just friends." He says.
"We are." You say, serious tone. "We fuck, we kiss, we cuddle in bed while we watch a movie, you introduce me to your brother."
"Listen, Y/n." He sits. "I want more than that. I just thought that maybe you would be more comfortable like that."
"Why?"
"Huh?" He's confused. What do you mean why?
"Why did you think that?"
"I'm a footballer." He spat. "And to be honest, a Google search will show you that the media thinks I'm a fucking womanizer. Girls here and there when, in reality, I don't even go out to get groceries."
You smirk at that. He was a very home orienteded guy. "I don't believe in rumors, I believe you."
"And I'm happy about it." He grabs your hand and kisses it. "I like you a lot. You are not just someone I have sex with and then leave. I do want more."
You grab his face, kissing him. You wanted more than just friendship too. You wanted to move forward with the relationship.
"Ask me then." You smile.
He laughs, if there's something he loves about you is how straightforward you are. You are not afraid of saying anything.
"Y/n, preciosa mía." His arms hug your waist. "Will you honor me by letting me be your boyfriend?" He smiles, eyes shining.
You smile too, watching every detail about his face, the way his smile is reaching his eyes, the way his hair looks, the way he smells.
"Let me think about it." You joke, making him pull you down to the bed with him.
"Preciosa, venga, no bromees." He kiss you.
"I will honor you." You say, smiling like crazy. "I really like you too, and I'm happy right now." You laugh, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.
You two spend the rest of the movie like that, kissing here and there, paying more attention to each other than to the movie.
"Wear my jersey to the game." He requests. "I want my girlfriend to wear my number on her back. It will be like a motivation."
You nod, smiling at him. You were planning on wearing it anyway. You wanted him to notice how much support he has on you.
You checked the time, it was past midnight. "I have to go. My dad will be pissed if I don't."
"No." He hugs you, getting on top of you. "Stay here."
You laugh. "Pepi, if I don't get home as soon as possible, I don't think I'll be allowed to go to the game anymore."
He sighs, kissing you quickly before letting go. He walks with you to your car. "Call me when you are home and drive safe."
"I always do." You say cocky, making him smile. His head gets in the car for him to be able to kiss you. "Adiós."
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The game wasn't as good as you expected. The team lost, and with the loss, they gave Real Madrid the Liga trophy. Now there's only hopes for the second place.
Xavi was mad, you can tell by the look on his face and how he stormed out to the dressing room.
You knew this was a bad moment to the players. They all look sad and stressed. But you can't blame Xavi. They don't even work as a team anymore.
Carlos and you walk into the tunnel. You had access to those areas due to the security guys recognizing you from working there.
You wanted to wait to at least talk to Pedri, check if he's fine in person, and not over text. "I'll wait here. If you want to you can go."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then." You kiss his cheek goodbye.
You sat in one of the benches at the corridor. Checking your phone to see what people are saying on X.
You feel angry at how people blame your father. He wishes to be able to go into the field and play for them but he can't.
After all, he was a barça legend, and they are just teenagers and adults acting like five years old who can't make a team with the others.
Goundogan and Araujo fighting. Ter Stegen is saying Xavi doesn't need to call out players after losing a game. It was a shit show.
You heard the dressing room opening. Your father walks mad, his belongings in hand. You stand up and try to talk with him.
"Not right now." He says, deep mad voice.
You only nodded, taking a seat at the bench again. You want to do more, but you can't even begin expressing how much you this situation hurts you.
Some of the players began leaving. Some waving goodbye to you. Thinking you are there as a job and not just to watch the match.
Ferran walks out, head low and earphones in. You grab his shoulder. "Hey." You say even tho he can't hear you.
He takes his earphones out to greet you. "Hey." He sighs. "What a shit show, isn't it?" He laughs.
"It's okay, it's just a bad moment." You hug him and say goodbye to him.
"Pedri is inside, he's taking a shower."
You text him telling him that you were waiting for him. You walk to the interns room to pick something from your locker.
After all, that was one of the only rooms that didn't have a lock. You walk and see Marcus and Raphinha talking.
They both look at you, but Raphinha's gaze was a weird one. You can't pick it. Maybe it was his humor after the lost.
"I just want something from my locker." You walk quick and open it. "Sorry about the lost, Raph." You say, pulling the item and closing the locker door. "Bye."
Pedri texted you to meet him at the parking lot. He was out of the dressing room and walking over there.
You do as he told you. Meeting him there. He was inside his car, doing something on his phone.
You knock on his window. He opens the passenger seat door for you. "Hola." You whisper, not sure how to approach him.
"Xavi told us he's leaving." He confess. "And my family couldn't come."
"Pepi." You sigh. Hugging him and kissing his cheek. "I'm so sorry about today. If it makes you feel better, I think you played better than anyone else." You kiss his nose. Making him smile.
"Thank you for being here." He poses his head on your shoulder. "Want to go get something to eat? I feel like having something bad." He laughs.
"Whatever you want, guapo." You kiss him. Hands squishing his cheeks. "Let's go."
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"I feel like this season is just too much for us." He says, eating his fries. "We are falling apart."
"The whole Ronald and Gundo thing is just dumb, I will take Gundo's advice. He was in ManCity and they are champions."
"But I can't blame him. Maybe the delivery wasn't the best." He says, thinking about the situation. "And I think Xavi and Oscar weren't doing their best."
"What are they doing wrong?" You ask curious. He was one of the few playes that did what Xavi and Oscar asked him to do. "I mean for what I see at the training, he is giving instruction, explaining how to create opportunities and then at the game Lewandowski and Raphinha do the opposite."
Pedri wasn't surprised at your football talk, he find it amazing when you first gave him advice, and now he asks for feedback.
"You have the most assists this season of La Liga, and the majority of those were lost opportunities. At this point, the only thing that can save you guys is if Oscar and Xavi get in the field with you during the games."
"Bueno, if you put it like that, then yes." He scratched his head. "That water job of yours is giving you too much to fight me for." He laughs
"It's not my fault I can take the instructions better than your teammates." You laugh back. "But I know Xavi thinks you are one of the best elements of the team." You say, head over his shoulder.
You weren't lying. Your father was happy with him, maybe wanting to correct little things, but seeing the big picture, he was the perfect successor of Andres."
"I'll believe you." He kisses you. "Want me to drop you home?" He says, finishing his meal.
"My stepmother will pick me up from your home, she's just a few blocks away."
You still have to tell Pedri about your dad. When he told you that Xavi announced the possibility of leaving, you already knew.
He talked about it with Nuria and your siblings. Letting you know before anyone else, LaPorta, the players, the press.
"Why do I feel like you don't want me to know where you live?" He asks, curious about why his house was the only place you two meet.
"I do, it's just complicated."
"You dad doesn't know we are together?"
"He knows I'm with someone, but right now, he's dealing with work issues." You didn't lie. He was. Pedri knows but he doesn't know he knows.
"Okay, I trust you." He says, resting his hand on your thigh.
You texted Nuria, letting her know that you will be at his place in about five minutes, for her to pick you up.
Just like Pedri, Nuria didn't know the reality of your relationship. She thinks he is someone you met around, maybe at a party. Not a player from your father's team.
When you get the text saying she's outside, you stand up, ready to leave. "She's here, adiós, guapo."
But he has other plans. He stood up, grabbed your wrist and walked to the door with you.
"I want to say hi." He says. Walking hand in hand with you, happy to be able to meet someone from your life.
You stop, he will recognize Nuria if he sees her. "Pedri, no." You pull him to you before he reaches the door. "My stepmother is kinda delicate."
"Y/n, be honest." He frowns. "Tell me if you don't want me to meet your family. You know my brother and I want you to know my parents."
You think for a moment, you do want him to meet Nuria and your father. Not like his trainer, just as your father.
"The thing is, I'm planning a dinner with my family and you. And I want it to be perfect and for you to meet them calmly and not at the street."
"You promise is that?" He pouts.
"Let's do this. You have three days off for the next match that is on Friday. Let's do the dinner on Saturday so you don't stress about the game. Deal?"
He smiles, nodding excited about the idea. "Deal." He says, hugging you. "I was so scared of you being embarrassed of me or something."
"What?" You laugh. "Eres tan tonto, it's not that. You know that now."
He nods. Kissing your lips. "Go, she will get mad from waiting."
You kiss him again. Telling him a quick goodbye. When you get to the car, Nuria is watching you all smiles.
"What?" You ask her.
"Nothing I just love seeing you so happy, I'm a fan." She laughs, making you laugh. "I need you to tell me when are we meeting him."
"You are lucky, I invite him on Saturday, so your job is to keep my dad happy." You joke.
"Well, I have all morning to make him feel less angry if the game goes downhill."
"Let's hope it doesn't." You beg.
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You can't deny you will miss working at the club when the season is done. You learned to like the job and you have fun with the guys, even with Marcus.
"I'm going to miss organizing this and stealing Gatorade." Carlos says. Drinking the last bit of the drink.
"Can't you get one at the store?" You joke.
"It will not be free. Duh!"
"You want to know what else is free?" You ask. When he nods you get close to him. "Our labor here." You whisper.
He laughs so hard that some of the players that are walking past to the camp turn to see you. "I want to know the joke, tio." Sergi jokes. "Also, if you can pack a purple Gatorade, I'll really appreciate it."
You pass the training talking about random things. Pedri was looking at you from time to time.
He told you how a little anxious about meeting your family. You were too, you hoped he would understand your reasoning.
"I don't know how you two haven't been caught. He can't keep his eyes away from you." He says, noticing how the canary looks at you every five seconds. "But to be honest, when we first started every player was looking at you."
"Maybe that's why they don't allow female interns." You laugh.
You finish the training between jokes. The few last trainings were always the best. The vacation spirit was hitting the players.
You returned both coolers. When you were about to leave, you saw Raphinha reclined into the doorfr. "Hello to you too, kitty girl."
"Hola." You say. "Do you want something?"
"Can't a man just get a talk?" He jokes.
You nod. "How are you?"
"I can be better." He walks closer, maybe a little too much for your liking. "I want to ask you something." When you don't answer, he decides to keep talking. "I got told a little story about you. And I'm interested in it."
You narrow your eyes, nodding your head to indicate him continue with the story.
"I know how hard it must be to work as hard as you do, with all this ahit show, organizing stupid bottles. Look, I don't blame you for what you do here. But someone as pretty as you can get better things from someone like me. No need to fuck old flesh for some cash." He says, posing his hands on your waist.
You push him away, "What the fuck are you even implying?" You have a stern tone. "Don't ever touch me again. You are disgusting."
"Such a prude now, huh?" He laughs. "We all know what you do. It's no secret. I'm just taking my chances to be the next one in line." He tries to get closer again. "I can fuck you better than him, let's be honest."
Your hand hurts from how hard you hit his cheek. Making his face turn. "Você é uma pessoa nojenta, fique longe de mim." (You are such a disgusting person, get away from me), you say, pushing him to get out of the room.
His hand grabs your arm. Pulling you back. "Você age como uma puritana, mas você é uma prostituta." (You act like a prude but you're a whore)
"You have a wife and a child." You remind him. "And you are here accusing me of something I don't even know about. You are disgusting."
"I'm not the one fucking someone from the club." He laughs. "You are."
"I held your son while Natalia, your wife, was using the bathroom. She was telling everybody how happy she was that she was visiting. And you act as if she's nothing. You dont deserve her." You say, taking his hands off of your body, "I'm telling you this only once. So you better listen. Don't mess with me because I'm not the one. You have no idea the kind of power I have. Stay away from me, or I'm telling everybody what you did."
He lifts his hands. Looking at you with a mad stare. You feel like crying, but you won't in front of him. "Move, deixe-me ir." (Let me go)
He moves to the side. You run, wanting to go home. You go to the interns room, searching for you things in your locker.
Your hands are shaking. You can't even get the key into the lock. Three knocks on the door got unnoticed by you.
"Hey, Y/n?" You heard Ferran's voice. "Are you okay?"
He walks over to you, and he places his hands on your arm and back, but you back up. "Don't touch me." You shout at him, moving away from his touch.
You don't mean to do it, but you can't even think straight. "It's okay, deep breaths." He says, hands motioning you to take a breath. "Yeah, that's it. Do it again." He says, he backs a little from where you are.
You take a few breaths, feeling yourself calming down. You hated the feeling of being uncappable of defending yourself.
"That's it." Ferran cheers you. "Here, I have a napkin on me. Don't ask." He hands you the napkin. You smile at his joke.
"I'm sorry for shouting." You say, voice shaking. "I just, I want to go home." You whisper, feeling the tears fill your eyes.
"Can I come closer and give you a hug?" He asks, you nod. He hugs you, one hand on your shoulders and the other on your head, pushing it against his chest. "I don't know what happened, but if you need a friend. I'm here."
You hug him back. You really needed a hug. "Gracias." You say, "Where did you get the napkin, tho?"
"I hide a cookie." He confess. That makes you laugh a little. "Hey, you laughed."
You separate from him. "Thank you, Ferran." You smile. He asked you for the key to the locker, opening the lock for you.
You grab your things. And he locked it again. "Do you need want to go? I can call you an Uber, I don't have my phone but it's in the dressing room. In my station."
You smile. Shaking your head. "I just need to find Martina and tell her I'm leaving." You say, walking to out of the door with him. "Hey, you wanted something. Can I help you before I leave?"
Ferran feels sad. You grow a friendship with him. You are someone very calm, and he can tell something might have happened for you to react the way you did.
"Don't be silly. Let's find Martina."
"It's okay, I know where she is. Thank you for helping me. I'll go by myself."
"You sure?"
You nod, giving him one last hug. "Bye."
You walk to the office where Martina is, she's always there with the social media manager. You knock to see if she was there.
"Come in."
You open the door, finding Raphinha talking with her. Both of them laughing and joking about something.
"Hey, is everything alright?" She asks when she sees your red face. "What happened?"
You lock eyes with Raphinha, he has a smirk, like if the situation was funny to him. You want to grab your bag and hit him.
"Si, I just want to know if I can leave early. I don't feel well and I want to go home."
"Oh honey, is there something I can help you with?"
"Si, can we help you?" He asks.
"It's just an allergy reaction, and I feel like I should probably rest a little." You lie, looking at Raphinha while doing it with a disgusted face.
"Go home and rest, if you want to, don't come tomorrow. I have those reactions, too, and it's the worst."
"Will do, thank you for understanding. Goodbye." You wave at her, walking outside the door, but you turn to say something."Oh, Raphinha."
"Si?"
"Lembre-se do que eu lhe disse. Fique longe de mim." (Remember what I told you. Stay away from me.) You smile. "Been practicing my Portuguese." You say to Martina, who smiles at you, not understanding anything you just said.
You went home, thankful that Nuria was out at an event, and you can cry in peace in your room. You turn your phone off, not wanting to deal with anything and just staying in bed until you have the strength to get up.
Ferran told Pedri what happened, the way he found you. He called you five times and texted you another few more. But nothing. You were mia.
He spent the rest of training worried about you. He wanted to know what happened for you to be crying and left early.
Once he's home, he can concentrate on anything, checking his phone every minute to see if the message was delivered.
That's when he remembered, you sent him over text your address for the dinner with your parents. Telling him that you did it because later on, you would forget.
He grabs his keys and drives over to your house. He didn't care if he looked imprudent. He needed to make sure you were okay.
"Y/n, are you sure you don't want to talk?" Nuria asks again. She can't help but wonder why your eyes were puffy and you were sad. "I won't tell."
"It's nothing." You answer. "I'm just taking a shower, just in time to eat dinner with you. Deal?"
"Okay, if you need me, I'm here." She hugs you. "I'm going to get some takeout, I feel like that will make you feel better."
You nod, thanking her and closing your bathroom door and taking a very hot shower. You needed that. You bring your alexa to the bathroom and ask her to play something while you shower.
Pedri was impatient, the traffic was making him bounce his knee. He wanted to be able to just drive over all these people.
He tries to call you one more time, with no answer. Your phone was still off. He wanted to know if you were okay. Just that.
"Y/n?" Asia asks, knocking on your door. "When mom returns, we will make your favorite brownies to make you feel better."
You smile, you know they want you to be okay no matter what happened. "Thank you, A. I'll help you. Just let me change, and I'll go to the kitchen."
You change into some bikers and a plain shirt. Or as you like to call it, your lazy outfit. You dry your hair, not wanting to deal with the freez later.
While your blow dryer is on and alexa is playing something in the bathroom. Xavi and Nuria got home.
"Marcela told me that it was an allergic reaction. That's what she said."
"I think there's more. Plus, she looks fine, not a single red mark on her face from allergies. Maybe talk to her later."
You finish with your hair. You wait for Nuria to be back or call you to go down. You charge your phone even though it's off.
You put your hair in a ponytail, completing the lazy look with your sleepers from a hotel that you went to a few years ago.
While you wait in your bed, Pedri drives into the community where you live, the security guy recognized him and asked for a photo.
He let him go past the gate since he was a known person. Thing that makes him laugh. He follows the gps to your street.
He parks in front of what he thinks is the right house. He walks over to the door and ring the doorbell.
"Xavi, please open the door. I'll go get the kids." Nuria says, walking upstairs.
Xavi walks to the door. When he opens it, he finds Pedri. "Pedri, tío. What are you doing here?"
Pedri is as confused as his trainer. He doesn't understand what happened and how he ended at Xavi's house.
"Hey, Mister. I think I got my gps confused. But it's nice to see you. Sorry about the press thing today. We were all confused and mad."
"It's okay, you guys worry too much about me." He laughs. "Venga, come inside." He moves for the midfielder to get in. "Are you hungry? We are about to eat."
"I don't mean to bother." He smiles. "I think when Lewandowski sent us the address to your home for lunch, it got overlapped with the one I was looking for."
"Happens to me all the time." He laughs, making Pedri laugh. "But you don't bother, honestly. Have some dinner with us."
Pedri agrees. He thinks this is a bad coincidence, but he will use it to maybe talk with Xavi before he leaves. Thank him for everything.
"Pedri, this is Nuria, my wife." He introduces him to his wife. "Nuria, this is Pedri. He's number eight. A good kid. I invited him over."
"Hola, that's so great. Please take a seat. Our kids will be with us in a moment."
"I'm sorry about coming without notice. I got the address wrong. I was looking for someone who lives in the same neighborhood."
The sound of children interrupts the talk. "Mom, did you get the brownie stuff?"
"Asia, come here, baby. This is Pedri. He is a football player at the club." The little girl waves.
"Do you work with dad?"
"I do." He smiles. "He's the best, you are lucky yo have such an amazing dad."
"He's cool." She says, looking at xavi. But he's not allowed to make brownies with us. He burns them."
"Are you making brownies?" Pedri asks. Trying to make conversation with her. "That's yummy."
"Yes, it's for my sister. She's feeling blue."
"That means you are a very nice sister. I have a brother named Fernando. When I'm blue, he hits me in the head." He makes the little girl laugh.
"My other two are somewhere in the house." Xavi explains. "Actually, how old are you?"
"I'm twenty-one."
"My oldest is twenty. Almost the same." He passes the plate to Pedri. "You probably recognize her. She's helping at the club."
"Really?" He asks, confused. "Didn't know that."
The laughs of a boy can be heard. Pedri is trying to remember if he knows who Xavi's daughter is.
"Reina, come here." Xavi says, waving you to come over.
You have your brother in your arms, laughing with him. "Yes, sir?" You ask, laughing.
Pedri feels how his body tenses at the sound of your voice. And you stop laughing once you see him sitting at the table.
"Pedri, this is Y/n and Dan. She works as an intern. She helped us with the water and stuff. "Y/n, I think you already know Pedri."
"I do." You say, putting your brother down, your eyes never leaving his. "Hi, Pedri."
"We know Pedri, he plays for barça." Dan says, making Pedri smile at him.
"Well, everybody got food. Let's sit down and eat." Nuria says, leaving the salad on the table. "Hey, you feeling better?"
You nod at her question. You wanted Pedri to find out about your dad but not like this. Not after the day you have.
"Y/n, take a seat." Asia asks
The only plate left was in the seat next to Pedri. You sit down, he looks at you. You are not sure what the emotions his eyes are showing are.
Xavi asks Pedri different things, talking about his family. He met Pedri's parents during one celebration at the club.
"So you two know each other?" Nuria asks Pedri and you.
You look over at him. "We do." You answer. You can see his smile. "When I got to the club, he was training after an injury, and I was assigned to be the water girl for that training." You smile.
"Yes, she was very shy and weird the first day." He laughs, making you laugh. "When she got moved to the whole team, the first times she just left the cooler and moved."
"I did not." You say. "Ferran and him were throwing water at each other." You say to Nuria. "I was scared of getting wet."
"I can admit I once used her as a shield." He laughs. "It was funny."
Nuria looks between you two. The way you smile at each other and they way you look at him.
The dinner went well. Pedri and Dan clicked in a way that any other guest at your house ever did. Asia invited him to make the brownies with you. Uninviting Nuria from the equation.
"Y/n, can you help me with something?" She calls you. You were searching for the ingredient.
"Si. Dan, please help me with the ingredients, okay baby?" You gave him the list of things.
Nuria and you walk into the laundry room. "Okay, confess." She says. Looking at you with narrowed eyes.
"What?" You asks, confused about what she's talking about. "Context, please?"
"I have a theory." She began. "Is that you are overly friendly with Pedri, and you are ten times more clingy and needy with your boyfriend. Or that we are going to see Pedri again at the dinner this Saturday, but not as the Barca Player but as your boyfriend."
You stayed quiet. Your silence was all she needed to confirm it. You just blush at how obvious you were.
"I also think it's important for you to know that he didn't know until today that Xavi is my dad."
"Y/n." She says, eyes widening. "How?"
"I asked Martina to omit the fact that my last name is Hernández because I wanted to just not be Xavi's daughter for once. I wanted to be me."
"I get it, believe me." She hugs you. "Oh my God, I'm so happy, you two look amazing together."
"You think dad would flip if I tell him that he is my boyfriend and that the job he got me to keep me occupied worked, but my occupation is not only being an intern but having a boyfriend?" You ramble a little.
"Why don't you tell him now?" She asks. "He's here. He likes him, and to be honest, I don't want to get all dressed up for something we already did but didn't know we were doing."
Nuria and you debate a little about the whole telling your dad thing. She encouraged you to tell him now that he is in a good mood.
"Hey." You say, walking back into the kitchen. "Can I talk to you? Nuria will help them." You guide them to your backyard. Seating on the couch you have there for parties. "I'm sorry I was gone all day, I just had a rough day and wanted to come home."
"Something happened?" He asks, worried. "You don't usually turn your phone off and walk out of the club."
"I don't want to talk about it, don't worry. I'm better now." You smile. "I'm sorry about not being fully honest with you." You say, referring to your family situation. "I honestly thought I was getting out of that job in two weeks, but I grew a like for it."
"And you stayed." He finish your sentence. "You tend to do toxic things. Have you noticed that?"
"Eres un tonto." You say. He opens his arms to you. You fall into them and snuggle your face on his shoulder. "Don't be mad?"
"Am not, I was shocked when your dad opened the door. I thought I was going crazy and that my car gps was failing." He chuckles. "Then I see you walking as he says you are his daughter, and all I'm thinking is now it makes sense why you know so much about football."
You laugh. "And all those things I told yo about him liking you more than the rest because you listen to him? You now can actually believe me."
He hugs you tight. He was so worried all day about you. "Ferran was worried. He didn't even bother me during training."
"You are welcome." You joke. "I was thinking, maybe we can use this opportunity to tell my dad about us."
"Don't you think it's enough off a surprise that I knocked on the door without an invitation?"
You were about to answer when a voice makes you turn. It was your dad on the balcony right above where you are.
"Creo que ya me lo han dicho sin decirme, chavales." (I think you told me without telling me, kids) he shakes his head. "Pedri, not only as your trainer but as the father of the girl you are apparently with. I think it's time to go home and rest for the game."
"Si, Mister." He shyly smiles. "Thank you for the food. See you tomorrow." He separates. "See you tomorrow, Guapa." He whispers as he walks back inside the house.
"Dad, that wasn't nice."
"Bring me a brownie when they are ready, we need to have a chat." He winks at you. Going back inside.
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The game went amazing. They won second place on La Liga. It wasn't the worst, after all. Pedri scored two goals, giving a very nice almost end of the season.
"It was a good game." Carlos says. "I'm going to miss this so much."
"Me too, I like some of the players already, and I'm going to miss seeing you steal Gatorade for the gym."
"Shhh, I can't get caught." He jokes. You walk over to the interns room. "Wait, I'll go to the bathroom. Can you pick my stuff for me?"
You nod, opening your palm so he can give you his locker key. When he does, you walk to the room. You walk inside, grabbing your bag and Carlos things.
You text Pedri congratulations, and you tell him where you are. He asked you to wait for him there. Ferran and him will meet you there.
You heard the door slam closed. You turn and see Marcus. He has this smirk on his lips. "Hey, did you enjoy the game?" You ask, going back to your phone.
"I know what you are doing." He says, sitting at the table. "You can stop pretending."
"Qué?" You ask, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I heard you talking with Carlos, telling him about your date, how his family was going to be there. And then I saw you walking out of that shithole, after being with him."
"Okay?" You smirk. "Why is that your concern?"
You didn't mind if he saw you and Pedri sneaking out here and there. You weren't going to hide it. Season is about to finish, and you won't be back.
"So you admit it?" He asks loudly. "I mean not that you are hiding it. Look at that Miu Miu bag. A girl like would only dream about it."
You look down at your bag. Bag that was a gift from your grandparents. "Why are you so mad if I wear designer or if I date someone from the club?" You were about to walk out, not feeling like listening to his crap.
"Raphinha was right, you act like a fucking prude but in reality you are nothing but a slut."
You turn to him. Was that what Raphinha talked to you about when he attacked you? "What did you just say?"
"And now you are deaf." He laughs.
"Is this about me rejecting your invitation?" You ask mad. Was he doing all that because you told him he wasn't your type? "Marcus, this is fucked up. Did you even know what Raphinha did to me?"
"Whatever it was, he probably paid you enough to get something nice, huh?" He says, getting closer. "Did you enjoy it?"
You back off, trying to get away from you. "Don't don't even know what you are talking about."
"You rejected me but decided to fuck a forthy year old dude?"
You don't understand nothing at this point. What he thinks you are doing. "You are confusing things, I'm not doing any of that."
"You just admitted to do it." He yells. You back a little more. "A married guy with kids, fucking slut." He yells.
You feel like you were about to start crying from the anxiety this is giving you. "I didn't do that." You yell back.
The door opens up. A frowny Ferran and Pedri walk in. Seeing the scene and how you are almost cornered up.
"What is going on?" Ferran asks. "Are you okay, Y/n?"
Pedri doesn't even care about answering questions. He walks over to you and shields you with his body.
"Back off." He warns. "No sé quien carajos te crees pero no tienes ningún derecho a gritarle, imbecil." (I don't know who te fuck you think you are but you have no right to yell at her, asshole) he's the one getting closer now, doing the same he was doing to you.
"Obviously, you two are defending her." He laughs. "Did he sucked your dicks too?"
Pedri doesn't need to hear anything else. His fist impacts Marcus. Making him fall over. "I'm not going to let you talk about her at all. You watch your fucking mouth."
Ferran grabs you by the shoulders, taking you out of the room. You don't want Pedri to get in trouble.
"Can you make sure he doesn't punch him again?" You ask Ferran. "I don't want Pedri having repercussions because of him."
Ferran nods, going back inside. You can hear Pedri yelling at Marcus. He was mad and the adrenaline from the game was giving him the attitude.
He was a calm dude. It's not easy to pass him off, let alone get physical with him. But today was Marcus lucky day because Pedri was not taking any shit.
Ferran drags Pedri out of the room. Mad face softens when his eyes lay on you. "Guapa." He hugs you. "Are you okay?"
"I am. Thank you for saving me." You kiss his collarbone. "I'm so confused about why he was yelling at me."
"He won't even dare to even come back after the break. And if he does, Ferran promised him that he would run him over."
You smile. Extending your hand to where Ferran is. He grabs your hand, and you pull him to the hug between Pedri and you.
Carlos, who is just coming back from the bathroom and sees that scene, joins without saying much.
"Why are we hugging?" He asks after a few. Making Pedri, Ferran and you laugh.
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"Two goals, baby." You say, hugging you very sweaty boyfriend. "You did amazing. I'm so proud."
He smiles like crazy, his first goals with the national team, and you surprised him by coming to see his game.
"I played too." Ferran says, watching you and Pedro hug.
Pedro scuff. "Maybe get a girlfriend, capullo."
"Excuse me? Y/n, let me tell you that without me insisting that he asked you out, you wouldn't even be here right now." He leaves, pretending to be mad.
You laugh when you notice Pedri blushing at Ferrans confession. "Well, let's thank him." You say, kissing his lips.
"We can also thank a very straightforward girl who asked me what was the status of our relationship when we were cuddling in bed and watching a movie."
"A smart mind, in my opinion."
You two walk over to the interview side. Since he scored two goals, some news channels wanted him to give the exclusive after the game.
"I'm very proud, I can't wait for Germany." He says to the camera.
"How is your support circle? Will you have your family and friends at maybe one of the games?"
"I have amazing support, my parents, my brother, my girlfriend, my friends, and the fans who always motivate me to be better."
"Girlfriend? Wow, lucky girl. Imagine that the start of today is your boyfriend." The interviewer laughed.
Pedri locks his eyes with you. "Actually, I'm the lucky one." He says.
Summary: As your relationship with Pedro progresses, the relationship you have with your brother is in a limbo.
Warnings: cursing.
A/N: Hello, this was fun to write. Even tho it took me a lot more than I was expecting. Buuuut, I do hope you like this 😋💛
Also, special mention to @gadriezmannsgirl girly luv yu 💛
Part one | Part Two
"Tell me, where do you think all of this started?"
"The exact time?"
"No, but since you remember."
"I think I was six. Not sure, but I remembered that the first time I felt some kind of envy was when we got our grades back. She was the best of the three."
He paused for a moment. He was trying to remember, remember the way he felt.
"I tried my best, but that wasn't enough. No matter how much I studied, it did not matter. My mom asked my sister to help me with math one time, and I felt so stupid. I was the star on the field, but at home, I felt like I didn't matter."
"Do you think your parents focused more on your sister than on you?"
"No. Mom and dad dedicated all the time they had on the same level. They did what they thought was best. They worked so hard for us."
"And your other sister?"
"Aurora to me was a safe place." He smiles, thinking about her. "She was the shoulder to cry, the arms to go to after a good or bad day. She was home."
"I want to ask, do you feel you were outshine in your family? Not by mom or dad, by maybe the rest?"
"Well, I don't know if outshine is the term I'll go for. I think sometimes we were put against each other."
"In what way?"
"If I score at a game and got the team to win, my family was there to remind us that she was the best grade of all the cousins, siblings. But if she won a trophy for a science fair or something. They were there to congratulate me for the medal I got. Ignoring her."
"And how that made you feel?"
"Like I needed to win everything. Be better than her." He confesses, saying that outloud for the first time. "I wanted to feel like I was making them proud."
"You mentioned someone here, a friend from childhood. You blame her for making him leave. Why?"
"Arturo, he was my best friend. One night, he told me that he never wanted to see me or her again. He wanted nothing to do with us. And the commo denominator there was her."
"What happened after that?"
"I treated her like crap." He sighs, covering his face. "I used to be so mean, such and asshole."
"Elaborate on what you did to her."
"Bueno que también era un niño y no supe manejar mis emociones." (I was a kid who didn't control his emotions) he shrugs. "I used to pull her hair, I used to pinch her, I used to hurt her not only physically but emotionally. And I regret that."
"Why do you regret it?"
"Because I thought that hurting her was going to make me feel better. That's why I isolate myself from her. Because even though I felt good when I was a kid. It didn't as I grew up. And I was too dumb to recognize that."
"You told me that your sister Aurora tried to remedy things."
"She did. She used to play mediator with us, and at the time, I was fifteen. And I used to think that it was fun making her whine and cry. I thought it was a play from her. But I was only hurting our relationship more and more."
"And Aurora never told you anything in private?"
"She tried. But I cut her off leaving the room or not hearing her."
"Talk to me about the last fight."
"I got injured, right. So I needed to be taken care of, mom couldn't. Dad couldn't. Aurora couldn't. So, mom called her, and she helped me. But I-"
He takes a moment to continue. Lying was one thing, thing he thought was okay. Now that he admits he fucked up, it was a hard pill to swallow.
"I told my friends that she was my cousin. And while helping me, she and my friend Pedro got close during this time, Pedro told her about the lies I said. And she didn't say anything. Not to him, not to me. When he found out about it, he confronted me about it. And told me friends didn't lie to each other."
"Take your time. Breathe."
"I felt like the night Arturo left because of my sister. I went home, yelled at her, and well, hurt her."
"How do you feel now?"
"Como un hijo de puta, I feel so fucking bad, because my parents think it's on them, because Aurora can't even be around me, because Pedro and I don't even talk and because I think she will never speak to me in her life." (like an asshole)
"Okay, let's take a breath before continuing."
- three months later
"Pablo, are you joining us?" Javi asks him, entering the room without knocking. "Get up, let's go."
"No."
"Get your lazy ass up."
Javi grabs the pillow Pablo is using, hitting him with it.
"Con una mierda, Javi."
"Oh, don't get fussy, let's go. We're waiting for you."
"We? It's more like you 'cause Aurora is definitely not."
"If you're not down in five, I'll come back with ice cold water."
Pablo and Aurora haven't talked in months. She will do anything in her power not to talk with him. Asking his parents or boyfriend to deliver the message. Texting instead of talking. Everything.
You told her that was totally unnecessary, but she wanted to keep a silent vow. And she was doing such a splendid job in her brothers opinion.
"Hola."
Pablo noticed the way his sister quieted down once he joined. He hates it.
"Finally, we were about to leave." Javi says, excited to get the two siblings together. "Eat something, we're living in ten."
Aurora and Javi planned this hiking trip two weeks ago, but Javi wanted Pablo to join them, wanting to be the one to get these two on talking mode again.
When they left, Aurora was in charge of the music, always playing something she could sing, so she didn't give any opportunity for Pablo to engage.
The hiking was great. They were climbing this place that was open for hikers. The view was beautiful and the air was fresh.
"I want a picture of this view. It's amazing."
"So beautiful."
"Take a picture of me, please."
Aurora hands her phone to her boyfriend, but he has other plans. "Hey, I think I drop something. Pablo, take the picture, and I'll go search."
Before they could say anything, he ran a little away from them.
"Okay. Let me take that picture."
"No."
"Rora, por favor. It's just a picture."
She stares at him for a few seconds, handing the device into his hands. Pablo can't help but smile a little, taking the pictures.
"I been going to therapy." Pablo confess, he's proud of the progress he has made. "I've been constant and it's been so much help."
His parents agreed on not telling anyone, letting him choose who to tell. Aurora noticed some changes, mostly his attitude in the field. He was calm and not as aggressive as before.
"I'm sorry," he sighs. "What I did was wrong, the way I reacted. I hurt you, and I regret it."
"You not only hurt me."
"And I'm sorry for that too. But right now, I need to apologize to you."
Aurora stays quiet, a little too long for him to become nervous.
"You know I love you, cabezon." She hugs him. "And I know you're trying to be a better person. You're my baby, and I want the best for you and the best right now is what you're doing."
Javi is smiling from afar, seeing that his plan was successful.
- four months later
"Mami, please. I think I'm ready and I really need to do this."
"Pablito, sorry but no."
"Papá, please help me."
"Sorry, mijo, I'm with mom. We think it is too soon for you to do this."
He buffs, angry at the fact that his parents don't think he's ready to talk with you.
"Fine, I don't care."
But he cares, he wants to apologize, he wants to fix all the things he broke. The therapist told him that if he made a big progress, he had been working on himself.
His whole demeanor changed, and fans have noticed that. He was not that little bomb ready to go off with the minimum touch.
He still has that force and energy on the pitch. Just this time, he's controlling his reactions, choosing his battles.
The whole day, he spent it on his room. He was taking the weekend in Sevilla. He felt needy of love from his family. Needing some homemade food, some quality time with his father.
"Hey, cabezon. Dinner is ready."
"I'm not hungry."
"Pablo, what's going on?"
"I want to talk with Y/n, I feel ready to apologize. But mom and dad don't think the same."
"Ay pablito," Aurora patt his arm. "I know you feel ready, I really do. But in my opinion, you need a little bit more time."
"Just give me her number, please."
"Cabezon, we're not doing this. Let's go eat."
"I don't like you guys." He says, getting inside the bathroom.
- five months later
"Gavi, Pedri, Fermin." Xavi calls. "You're against Araujo, Ale and Robert."
"Pedri, do you wanna be on the center?" Fermin asks. "Let's do this, I'll go for Ronald, Pablo can attack Ale and you Robert, vale?"
Pedri and Gavi nod, positioning themselves next to each other. Since the last time they talked, Pedro was distant. If they had to talk, they did, but most of the time, Pedro would be next to Ferran.
The game was fun. The whole team had a good time. But in Pablo's mind, he needed to talk to Pedro, get on good terms with him.
He waited till the end of training, not wanting to ruin the mood. "Pedri"
"Mhm?"
"Can we talk? Please."
Pedro thinks about it for a while. He's not sure if it was the time or place. "Sure, let's just get a shower and then talk."
Pablo agrees, wanting to wait till the others are gone so they can talk alone with no one to bother them.
"Ferran, te veo en casa de Hector. Bye." (I'll meet you at Hector's)
"Okay, platanito. See ya. Bye Gavi."
Pablo waves him goodbye. He's anxious about the talk.
"So." Pedro says, taking the lead. "How are you?"
"Good, it's been good. Can't complain."
"That's great. I notice you're improving with the penalties."
"Yeah, getting better." He smiles. "How is your leg? How are you feeling?"
"So much better, thanks for the recommendation with the doctor. She's a life saver."
"The physio is the best, she knows how to create the best routines."
"And how is your family?"
"They're good, mom and dad are going on a little vacation, and Aurora is staying with me for a few days."
"Qué envidia, yo también quiero unas vacaciones." (What an envy, I want some vacations too) he laughs.
"How is she?" Pablo drops the bomb.
"She's fine."
They both stayed quiet, and the awkward moment grows by the minute.
"I need to ask you a favor."
"Pablo, I don't like where this is going "
"I need to talk to her. Por favor." He begged. "I really need this."
"No, hermano. I can't help you."
"Listen, I really need to speak with my sister."
"With who?" He asks, laughing, the bitterness of his tone is clear. "I thought that for you she wasn't your sister." Pedro, use the words Pablo told you.
You told him what happened after he insisted. You wanted to keep him away from the drama, but he wanted a new start with no lies.
He left Pablo alone in the dressing room. Angry but quiet. He can't deny the surprise he has at his friend being so calm.
- six months later
"I have something for you"
"Another gift?" You ask laughing. "Pedro, you really have to stop with the gifts."
"Never." He leans over to kiss you. "Te quiero." (I love you)
"Te quiero mucho más." (I love you so much more) You return the kiss, grabbing his cheeks to get him even closer. "What is that?"
He hands you the bag. The big white bow makes it look more fancy than it should.
"No, you didn't."
"I hope this covers my debt."
The dress he, in his own words, ruined with his drink at the party, that party where you shared your first kiss and the same night when he made you his own.
"Oh, Pedro!" You throw yourself at him. He receives you with open arms. "You're such a lover boy." Kissing his cheeks, making him laugh.
"I thought I was your golden boy."
"That too."
"C'mon, we don't want the lasagna to burn," He carries you bridal style back to the kitchen. "Again." He whispers the last part, mouth against your cheek, making you laugh.
"Okay, put me down." You kick your legs in the air. "Hey, tomorrow Aurora and I are going to go shopping. And I know your mom's birthday is coming, so tell me some ideas of what can I get her."
"I think she would want you to have dinner with her instead of a gift, mom is more family like, so yeah."
"Pepi." You sigh, "y si cago las cosas con tu madre?" (what if I fuck things up with your mom?)
"Deja de pensar eso. Mis padres te adoran, incluso les caes mejor que Fer." He laughs. (Stop thinking that. My parents love you. They even like you more than Fer.)
"That's good news then." You laugh with him. "Can I have her number then? So I can arrange something with her."
He nods, handing you his phone. The picture he has as a lockscreen is the two of you in a picnic he planned where he asked you to be his girlfriend.
Some fans noticed the new lockscreen and began creating some theories about who you were. You both were very careful with the fans and the pictures. You didn't want to be public, and he respected that. He was also being a very private person.
The two of you had dinner between laughs and funny stories that Pedro shared with you. You loved how he always plans nights with you even with the little time he has.
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"Javi and I are staying at this amazing airbnb. I need some away time."
"But again, if I mention that I sleep over at Pedro's, you got all crazy."
"I'm not engaging in this talk." She says, walking away to another section of the store.
You both were shopping for her getaway trip, and you loved spending time with her. "Look at this." You grab a one piece that matches her style.
"When are you going back home?"
"Mmm, maybe during this break, I miss everyone. And my room."
You keep looking for something you can get, not liking much of the store.
"I want to ask you, mom, and I are planning this dinner for dad's birthday." She says slowly. "And mom wants to do it at Pablo's. If we decide to make the party there, would you come?"
"I don't know." You mumble. "If it's for him, I would go. You know I don't have a problem with Pablo."
"But?"
"But I don't want to he a burden or create drama."
"You don't create drama Y/n, he does. He always does."
"Always is a little dramatic. He's dumb but not that dumb." You roll your eyes at her.
"A veces creo que eres demasiado buena para todo lo que te ha pasado." (Sometimes I think you're too kind for everything you been through)
"Am I supposed to let this be my villain story?"
"No." She laughs. "Well, to me, that would have been the beginning."
You finish shopping some outfits she put together. Moving yourselves to the food area.
"How are you and Pedro doing?"
"We're good." You blush at the thought of him. "I can't deny you that I'm falling in love with him."
Aurora screams, making some people turn to her. "Rora, stop." You cover your face.
"I can't help it, I've been waiting for this moment since we were kids, and we talked about getting married at the same time in a candy castle."
"A veces te pasas un poco, Rora." (You're a little too much sometimes)
🔅🔅🔅
"Can you turn the AC off? Or pass me your shirt?" You say, getting you head up off the pillow. "Please, it's cold."
"I like you more without it." He walks back to the room with a wet cloth in his hands. He cleaned you slowly, kissing your knees. When he's done he throw the cloth somewhere around his room. He gets back in bed with you. "I love you."
"I love you too." You kiss his cheek, caressing the other one with your tumb. "But turn the AC off."
"Luego me pediras volver a encenderlo" (you will ask me to turn it back on)
He turns on a movie, arms never leaving you. His way of aftercare is touch. He likes being close to you, hands up and down your back, lips on your forehead, hearts in syntony.
This time was no different, one hand on your head, massaging your scalp. Loving the little sounds of satisfaction you make.
His other hand is on you back, drawing little nothings into you. Loving the heat of your body in the cold room.
You kiss his jawline, the raspy feeling on your lips is intoxicating, something you love feeling every time you kiss his cheeks or his jawline.
The movie was playing in the back, you humm the song that's playing in the soundtrack. Lips glued to his skin and hands on his chest, his heartbeat can be felt.
"Let's go to Tenerife this weekend." He breaks the silence between you. "El Mister nos dio cinco días luego de haber ganado. Así que podemos ir por tres o cuatro días si tu quieres." (Mister gave us five days after the win we got, so we can go for three or four if you want)
"Actually, I want to tell you something. I need your opinion."
He waits for you to tell him. You're not sure if bringing the topic is tue right thing to do.
"Mom and Rora are planning this birthday dinner for my dad, and I'm not sure if I want to go."
"You don't want to go to your father's birthday?" He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Why?"
"Not that I don't want to go, I do." You sigh tired. "But the thing is that they're hosting the dinner at Pablo's."
He only hummed, not sure what to answer. He's not one to tell you not to go or to force you to go if you don't feel good doing it.
You free yourself from his hold, sitting and looking for his t-shirt. He stretched to the floor, reaching for his shirt and handing it to you.
"I'm undecided." You pouted. "I told Aurora that I want to go, but I'm not sure if Pablo wants me there."
Pedro scratched your back in a confort way. He does this as a way to let you know that he's there and he hears you.
"I don't want any drama, especially not on his birthday."
He thinks about that time in the dressing room when Pablo told him about needing to speak with her.
He didn't tell you about it, mostly because he didn't want you to get triggered about it.
"Pepi," you call him. Taking him out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?"
"I have to tell you something."
You waited a few seconds, but after the seconds turned into minutes you decide to ask him.
"Tell me what?"
"Pablo and I talked."
"Okay, about what?"
"Nada, quiere hablar contigo pero le he dicho que no." (Nothing, he wants to talk with you, and I told him no)
"When did this happen?"
He sighs, not wanting to admit that he hid this from you. "Like a month ago."
You turn to him, his hand rubbing his eyes. "A month?"
You tried to process everything. Pablo was looking to reach you out. "Pedro, por qué no me dijiste?" (why didn't you tell me?)
"I'm honestly not sure, I wanted to, but I just forgot."
"You forgot?" You scuff. Se te olvidó decirme que Pablo está buscándome? Y tu le dijiste que no?" (You forgot to tell me that Pablo was looking for me? And you told him no?)
"I'm trying to protect you."
"Mi amor, you should have told me."
You stayed quiet, both of you did. The only sound is the movie still playing.
Your mind is running a thousand miles per minute, questioning everything. Your forehead frowned.
Your eyes look for Pedro's eyes, his eyes glued to the ceiling. Your expression softens. You know he's very protective.
You stretch your arm, hand grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "Thank you, honestly." You smile. "I know you wanted to protect me, I love you."
His hands reach for yours, bringing it to his lips. "Te quiero, preciosa. I promise I didn't mean to keep this, I just didn't find the right time to tell you."
He opens his arms for you. Smiling sweetly, that smile that you can't say no to. You fall into his arms.
"I don't like when you're sad, and I didn't wanted you to feel forced to talk with him when you weren't ready."
"Stop, I get it." You kiss him to stop him from speaking again. "Does Saturday, Sunday, and Monday sound good to you?"
Hie frowns in confusion, not getting what you mean. "What?"
"You said five days. And the dinner is on Friday so we can visit Tenerife for three days and come back so you can rest on the fifth day."
"Mirame." He says, releasing his grip on you. "You're the best, and I hope you know that you will have to die in order for me to let you go."
"And I hope you know that even if I die, I'll come back to get you and kill you to be with you as ghosts together."
He grabs your cheeks, slamming his lips into you. "Wait." He breaks the kiss. "Would you be nice to me when you kill me?"
"Mmm, not sure. If you make me feel good right now, I'll consider it." You joke, smiling as you sit on his lap, your lips looking for his.
- 30 hours before the party
You stood in front of the door. Code already in, but you can't seem to open it.
"Are you okay?" Aurora asks, she's behind you waiting for you to enter.
You nod. You're not sure if you're really okay. You want to stop thinking of the fight. The memories make your head hurt.
"Hey!"
You turn your head to your boyfriend. Pedro drove you and Aurora to Pablo's House. He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable.
"Hey." You whisper, head inside the window car.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." He reminds you something Aurora told you.
"I want to."
"Okay, I'm going to be around here. If you need me, call me."
You smile, walking fast to his side of the car. "I love you. Please don't park a street away and pretend you were somewhere else."
"Ay Joder, you ruined my plans."
After a kiss goodbye and he promising not stalking from afar. You stand next to Aurora. She opens the door and grab your hand to walk inside.
"Pablo!"
You grab the bag of groceries she has in her hands. Walking to the kitchen to leave them there.
"Someone wants to see you."
"Really, who?"
The steps coming closer to the kitchen are making you nervous. Even when Aurora told you to be calm and that nothing was going to happen, you can't help the feeling.
"You coming?"
You grab her hand, squishing it in a way of comfort. His back is facing you. Even his back has this towering feeling.
"Cabezon," Aurora says, catching his attention.
When he notices you, his whole face changes. His expression is softer, but still having his signature frown.
"Voy a dejarlos solos, así pueden hablar. Estaré arriba." (I'm going to leave you two alone. So you can talk. I'll be upstairs)
The silence is thick. The whole thing was uncomfortable for the two of you.
"I like your shirt." You say, not sure on what else to say.
"Thanks, mom got it for me on my birthday."
"Right. Well, happy belated birthday."
"I still have some candy in the freezer if you want. You like it."
"No, I don't." You shake your head no at the thought.
"You don't? What about all the times you used to freeze the candies when we were kids?"
"Pablo." You sigh. "The one that likes frozen candy is you, I used to freeze it for you, not because I was eating it."
"Oh." He joined his lips, and bit from the inside, thing he does when he's nervous. "I want to say that I'm sorry."
You squeeze your eyes. Was he saying it because he felt it or because mom told him to?
"I made a mistake. And I blame hurted you in a way I never meant to." He walks closer to you. "I'm really sorry, you didn't deserve the way I treated you, the way I hurted you."
"You told me that you hate me." You walk past him to the other side of the room. "And that I'm not a sister to you."
"And I regret doing that. I was wrong."
"You hurt me, and I'm not talking about the things that happened that day, I'm talking about everything you did to me."
"I was angry at you!"
"Why?" You say matching his tone. "To my knowledge, I've done nothing wrong."
"Eras tan jodidamente perfecta y todos te querían." (You were so fucking perfect and everyone loved you) he finally says. "You were the favorite in school. You were so good at everything. And then our family used to be like 《oh but Pablo is only good at football. She's the best at every other thing》 I could help it, I was dying out of envy. I wanted to be you."
You stayed quiet. You knew he didn't like it when family members compared the two of you. Your mom tried to stop it, always reminding him that you were two different people.
"Pablo." You tried to get closer. "You didn't have to be me. You were amazing."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"Pablito, come here." You open your arms to him.
For the first time in so long, you hug him, his arms squeezed you, his head on your shoulder.
"I need you to believe me. You were and are amazing. Look at you, playing on the team of your dreams, with the national selection. I wish you would have told me this before."
"I'm sorry, I was so angry at you."
"I'm not perfect, Pablo." You caress his back, trying to calm him down. "I'm so far from being perfect. And you know that."
"Well, you don't know how to cook rice."
"Shut up, you eat it."
"No, but I'm really sorry. I don't hate you, and you are my sister."
"It's okay, Pablito."
"No, it's not.' He break the hug. "I was so wrong, all this years. I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry for all these years."
"It's okay. We have time to fix this. We can do this together."
"Te quiero, en serio lo hago. Even tho you burn the rice." (I love you, I really do). He says, laughing. "Please, forgive me."
"Te quiero también, siempre lo haré." (I love you too, always do) you hug him again. Enjoying the feeling.
- three days later
"I want to be a mermaid." You laugh as Pedro splash some water on your face. "You definitely be the crab."
"The crab taking care of the very pretty mermaid?"
"I'll make you take care of a manatee."
"Are there any manatees in Spain?" He asks, confused. "Never seen one."
"You're so weird, but I love you like that." You hug him from behind, using him as a personal flootie.
You spent more time in the water, enjoying the vibe of the island. The sun, the air. Everything with him.
"Mamá nos hizo sus famosas croquetas, así que al fin las probaras." (mom made us her famous croquettes. You're finally trying them)
"Maybe I like them more than I like you." You laugh, grabbing his hands and bringing him close. "Or maybe I'll seal the deal with her over her son."
The kissing didn't last long, as Fer went looking for you to bring you over to the tasca.
"Fer, when are you introducing me to your girlfriend?"
"When he finds one." Pedro laughs.
"Hey!" Fer says, poutting. "That's mean."
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The sun is setting, leaving this magical orange tone in the sky. You smile for the picture, Pedro insisted on taking a picture of you.
"You look amazing."
"Take a picture with me."
"Always."
His lips on yours, making you feel like drunk in love.
"You have no idea how in love I am with you." He says, eyes shining with honesty. "I got to thank Pablo for getting injured."
You laugh at his joke. "We got to thank him."
"No, but really. I love you to a way I never thought I would, even if we haven't been together for that long. Your eyes, your hair, your heart, the way you laugh, or the way your eyes shine when you talk about what you love, the way you always make sure everyone is comfortable. The way you love your family. The way you love my family, how you're with Fer. You're just you. And I'm thankful for that.
You feel like crying. Nobody ever loved you the way that he did, never sharing a love so pure and so great.
"And you are you. For me, it's the way you love football, the way you love your mother's food, how funny you are, and how much you turn into a little kid every time we joke around. How much do you work and get better at everything you do. Your accent is beautiful, your love for your family, for your brother, and your love for me. Because I never thought I would find someone like you."
- two months later (Barça vs. RMA)
"I bet that goal was for me." Fer jokes, making you laugh. "The eyes were looking at me."
"Definitely, I think the wink and the kiss were a symbol of brotherhood."
"I hate that you follow my jokes." He shoves you delicately. "Like, get angry or something."
"Don't even try. We grew up with that." Aurora says, pointing at Pablo. "So, not a chance, she's well trained."
"Yeah, the only one who has to worry here is Chris. She's the one that has to put up with him."
"I'm not sure myself." She laughed at the jokes.
Chris is Pablo's girlfriend. He introduce her to Aurora and to you a few weeks ago, and you now bring her around everywhere like a little sister.
The referee announces the end of the match, and the team won. It was a good day for everybody.
"Let's go, señoritas." Fer gets up, offering his arm to you.
"Let's go, señorito." You joke with him.
You waited by the car, talking about the meal Fer prepared before the match and was waiting for you at home.
"Hello, hello." Aurora say to Pedro and Pablo.
"Omg, you guys did amazing!" You hug Pedro, kissing his cheek. "Congratulations, baby."
"Yeah, yeah, kiss kiss, let's go home, I'm hungry."
"You're just jealous of her." Gavi jokes, hitting Fer in the head. "She got your brother."
"I was his go-to, now I'm the seconds one." He fake cries. Making you all laugh.
"And I got your sister." Pedro shoves Gavi's arm playfully.
"Yeah, you better take care of her. If not, you saw how I shoved Vini? That would be you."
"Okay, stop it. Let's go."
You start walking toward Pedro's car, hand in hand with him while Fer was telling him something.
"Oye," Gavi shouts. Making you all turn. "Me darás mi abrazo?" (Do I get a hug, too?) You let go of Pedro's hand, running to your brother. "Venga."
You land in his arms, squeezing him. "I love you, Pablito."
"And I love you." He kisses your cheek, letting you go. "Let's go, I want some of that burned rice."
"Hey!" Fer says, "my rice is not burnt." He makes Pablo and you laugh.
Summary: Your brother finds out about your relationship with his best friend, while everyone learns the truth about your family.
Warnings: cursing, physical altercation.
A/N: I hope you like this. It took me more time than expected (and I'm sorry about it). I love you 🥺💛
Part one | Part Three
"Aurora." You say seating next to her. "I promise this is not what you think."
Aurora lift her hand, stopping you from talking. "We can talk at home." She turns to the other side and starts talking with Anna Lewandowska.
The second half of the game began. Both Pedro and your brother were on the pitch. You turn your face to your sister, mad expression on her face.
You sat next to Mikky. She was super nice to you from the beginning, introducing you to the wags seated next to her and making a conversation with you.
Thanks to an assist from Pablo, Pedro scores, the stadium full with barca fans erupts in happiness.
Pedro does his glasses celebration, but this time, he waited until his eyes found yours. Making it in your direction, smiling after.
Goosebumps run down your spine. He kept his promise.
~~~
"Why the glasses?" You ask, curious. You were lying down in bed with him. "Not judging, just curious."
"I do it to honor my dad." He confess. "And now it's like my signature, but it's because of him."
"That's so cute, I love how your family is so close." You kiss his cheek, he wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
"If I score tomorrow, it's yours. I promise It'll be for you."
~~~
The game continues, and the team scored another two more. The vibe in the stadium is amazing. But you can't stop thinking about what your sister saw.
Once the game is over, the wags and family normally wait for the players on the vip section, but you grab Aurora and pull her to the side. "Can we go home, I want to talk."
She nods, going back to her seat, collecting her stuff. "Adiós Mikky, Adiós Anna." She waves them goodbye. "Pediré un uber. Así no esperamos a Pablo." (I'll call an Uber, so we don't have to wait for Pablo)
While the two of you waited for the Uber, the boys were in the changing room celebrating the victory.
"Visca al Barca," Xavi yells. Making the whole team sing the anthem of the club. "Venga, go to shower, get your shit together, don't forget anything, and we'll see each other in training."
After taking turns in the showers and changing back into normal clothes. Pedro and Fermin laugh at Ferran getting angry about someone wetting his shirt.
"You did amazing, man. That goal was another level." Fermin says, even tho he's new, he was very friendly and was beginning to make friends with the guys.
"Thanks to Gavi's assist."
"Yeah, he's always been so good with that." Fermin and Pablo have history. They go way back. "I saw that his family was here today."
"Yeah, I feel he's more in the game when his family is here. So cool they could come."
"Yeah, he has two very supportive sisters." Fermin says, closing his bag, ready to go. "Well, I'm leaving."
Before he steps outside, Pedro stops him. "Wait, sisters? Aurora is his only sister."
"Well, no." Fermin laughs, "Aurora and y/n are his sisters. But Pablo and Y/n don't have the best relationship. That's why it might seem like that." He shrugs. "Anyway, have a nice one, Pedri."
Pedro nodded to his goodbye. He is still processing the fact that Pablo lied to him and Frenkie about his own sister.
"Oye, platanito, let's go home." Ferran says, picking his bag from the floor.
"I can't tiburón, I have to talk with Gavi about something." He looks over at Gavi. "But I'll call you so we can connect and play."
He waited for him on the hallway, saying goodbye to the other players and team members.
"I thought you were gone by now." Pablo says, hitting him in the head. "You okay?"
"I was talking with Fermin about the goal, saying that thanks to you, I did it." He began, not sure how to approach the topic. "And then he said something about your sisters." The emphasis on the last s makes Pablo look away quickly.
"Look, it was just a bad day." Pablo tries to explain, being cut off by Pedro.
"So, just because you had a bad day, you decided to lie about your sister?" He sarcastically laughs, "why?"
"Why do you care?" The tone is matching now. "Like I said, it was a bad day." Pablo walks to the exit, the happiness from the win already gone.
"I thought friends didn't lie to each other." Pedro says, repeating something Gavi once said. He walks past him. "But I guess we're not friends then."
Pablo stops, his eyes on Pedro's back, watching how the story repeats again, feeling like that thirteen year old kid who just lost a friend thanks to his sister. He walks fast to his car, angry at the whole situation, angry at you.
But at home, the angry one was Aurora, who was scolding you about the whole bathroom situation.
"Imagine if it wasn't me. Imagine if it was Pablo, the one that walked into the bathroom." She says, stern tone. "Why on earth from all the guys out there you choose him?"
"First of all, it was a woman's bathrooms." You say, sassy tone. "Second of all, I didn't plan for it to happen. We were at a party and it just happened."
"You could have stopped it. Once is a mistake, two is a coincidence, three is more than that." She sighed, hands on her hair. "I don't want to say this, but if Pablo finds out and he yells, that would be on you."
"Oh, please." You laugh. "Like when he was mad because his team didn't win, or when he was mad because I was watching a Barbie movie and he didn't like that." You say, fingers counting. "Oh, yeah. Like when he chose to lie about only having three people when he got to the first team. Everything is always on me."
"I didn't mean that." The tone of voice was a calmed one. "But this is different from when we were kids."
"It's easy for you to say that." You get up from bed. "You're not the one he's denying." You whisper to yourself, leaving the room slamming the door.
You couldn't believe that even after everything she witnessed, she chose his side. You tried to control yourself, not wanting to leave like that.
You open the refrigerator, finding a bottle of water. You wanted to text Pedro and talk to him about the incident.
You hear Aurora calls your name, "Please don't go." She tries to get closer, but you imitate her by putting your hand in the air. "Don't go, please."
The front door slamming shut alert you, and you both walk to the living room, finding Pablo angry.
"I'm done with you." He says, getting closer. You back down a few steps, feeling scared. "I'm fucking done."
He grabs you by the wrists, making you walk, stamping you against the wall. His eyes are black from anger. Thing you never seen on him before.
"Pablo, what are you doing?" Aurora grabs him by the arm, trying to get him away from you. "Pablo, stop!"
"Let go off me, Aurora." He says, the tone is a low and scary one. "First, my friend from home and know Pedro?"
"Pablo, you're hurting me." You try to release yourself from him, thing that makes him apply more pressure. "Pablo, stop it. Please."
"I fucking hate you."
The way you feel like you're being stabbed by the weight of his words. The tears that pool into your eyes, threatening to spill.
"You don't mean that." You whisper, eyes glued to his.
He laughs, not a sarcastically one, but a sinister deep one. "Oh, I do. I hate you."
"Let me go." You feel the tears wetting your cheeks. Feeling like a part of you is bleeding. "You don't mean that." You shake your head, denying his words.
"Stop! Pablo, are you crazy?" Aurora pulled him off of you again. "Pablo, let her go." She shove him.
He let you go. Backing off, eyes never leaving yours. It's like your pain is giving him some satisfaction.
"You don't mean that."
Aurora gently grabbed your hands, checking your red wrists. You're crying at this point. Breathing uncontrollably.
"Estas loco, estas jodidamente loco." Aurora yells, turning to Pablo. "Estas llevando esto a otro nivel, Pablo. Ella es tu hermana." (You're crazy, you're fucking crazy. You're taking this to a whole new level. She's your sister)
"I was fine, but no, she has to walk again and try to be the center of attention as always." He yells back. "I was fine without you."
"I was helping you." You say, trying to gain composure. "I was taking care of you."
"Am I supposed to thank you? You always do this, joder, and now I'm losing a friend over you."
"Pedro and I didn't plan on this to happen. We were drunk. And he was the one who asked me to see each other again." You say, explaining the situation.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He's confused now. "Por la puta, te estas follando a mi amigo?" (For fuck sake, you're fucking my friend?)
"Weren't you talking about that?" Aurora asks. She's trying to put the pieces together, not finding a way to do it.
"He knows." You understood. This wasn't about you and Pedro. This was about him finding the lies your brother told him. "He knows you lie to him."
The face of your brother changed, you knew. "This is your fault."
"No, it's not. You lie to him and to Frenkie. I didn't."
"Can someone explain? I'm fucking lost here."
"Tell her." You say. Even when your voice is shaky, your tone is strong. "Tell her, Pablo." He shakes his head no, he can't admit to Aurora what he did. "If you don't tell her, I will."
"You're not saying shit. Shut up."
"Pablo told his friends." You tried to talk, interrupted by him yelling.
"Shut the fuck up."
"He told them I was his cousin." You yell too. "He told Pedro I was his cousin, he told me that."
"You're such a fucking bitch."
Aurora is speechless. She couldn't believe that her brother did that. She knew that, yes, they didn't have the best relationship. Yes, they were always fighting, but not to the point where he would lie like that.
"I'm your sister, Pablo." You walk closer to him. "I'm your family, I was here for you when you needed me the most. I took care of you. And all you can do is treat me this way?"
"To me, you're not my sister." He spatt.
You push him to the side, wanting to get out of there. You notice his car keys are on the floor at the front door. Picking them up, you run to his car, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.
You drive fast, feeling your phone vibrating in your back pocket. Not taking care of the stops or crosswalks, wanting to get home. The tears running down like crazy, air barely there.
You run a red light, making a car impact on the side of Pablo's car. Your head hit the window, making you feel dizzy, the airbag making you feel suffocated.
The urge to fall asleep is beating you by the second. You know by those medical programs you shouldn't sleep, but you can't keep your eyes open.
"I'm not sure what to do." Pedro says, dropping the fork. "I'm mad at him for lying, and at the same time, I'm mad at her."
"You said Fermin told you they don't have a good relationship. Maybe that's why it happened. And maybe she didn't want you guys to fight." Fer says. He is the only one who knows about your fling.
"Do you think I should call her?"
"Do it, at the end of the day, you already know the truth. And you like her too much, don't let her go over this, let her explain her side."
"Yeah, I'll go call her. Thanks for the food."
He steps outside to have more privacy. He tries one, two, three, or even more times, but straight to voice-mail. He leaves two messages, telling you that when you feel like talking, he is there.
"Nothing?" Fer asks. He shakes his head no. "Venga, let's go play some fifa. Maybe her phone is dead or something."
"Yeah, I need to distract myself."
"Eres un imbecil." Aurora hit Pablo in the head as hard as she can. "How dare you?" She hit him several times, in the head, in the arm, in the chest.
"Aurora, stop!" He says, grabbing her hands. "Fuck, stop!"
"You're such a fucking asshole. You hurt her." She feels like crying. "Pablo, how could you?"
She starts sobbing, feeling like some of the blame is on her. Never caring enough about their fights, always telling you he was going to change.
"Rora, stop, don't cry." When Pablo tried to hug her, she pushed him away. She didn't want him to touch her. "Rora, don't do this."
"You did this to yourself. I'm packing my stuff and leaving. You can be alone with your misery." She pushed him away from her, not forgetting to give him the last hit on the head.
Pablo walks over to the couch, sitting on it. He knows he went too far, but he was mad. He knows he has to fix things with Pedro for the team and because he's his friend.
He tries to call him, ending in voice-mail. He doesn't know what he did so wrong that all his friends always ended somehow finding their way to his sister.
To pass the time, he logs into tik tok, finding the videos entertaining. But deep down on his mind, he's asking himself if he needs to apologize.
"Pablo!" Aurora yells, seconds later she's downstairs, teary-eyed. "We have to go to the hospital, get your keys."
"What? Why? Are you okay?" He stands up quickly.
"Go get your fucking keys." She push him to the side. "I'll wait for you in your car."
The whole trip to Plato, the hospital. Aurora kept shutting down Pablo. Asking him to be quiet.
When they got to the parking of the hospital, Aurora took her seat belt off, rushing towards the inside of the building.
"Rora, wait." Pablo yells. He parked the car, hurrying to find his sister. He finds her next to another girl. She's crying on this girl shoulder. "Aurora, what's going on?"
"This is your fault, Pablo." She cries, hitting him on the chest. "This is all your fault." He wraps his arms around her, stopping her from keep hitting him.
After a good five minutes of Aurora crying onto his chest, she pushed him away. "Y/n was in a car accident. She hit her head really hard."
"Wait." He began to get angry. "Did she fucked up my car?"
Aurora looks at him, the anger reflected in her eyes. The next thing he can feel is Aurora hitting him on the face with her bag. "Rora, what the fuck?."
"Get out of here." She shouts. "Go!"
He's rubbing his cheek, feeling the pain from the hit. "You didn't have to hit me like that." He says, walking out of the building.
Pablo sighs. It's the third time he tries to get close to Pedro, but nothing works. If he gets closer, he finds a way to move. They are not ones to fight, mostly because Pedro is the calm one in the friendship.
Xavi noticed this, pulling Pedro to the side. "Look, I'm not trying to get involved, not my style and you know it. But for the love of God. Take Gavi to a room and fix whatever you have to fix."
He nodded, walking toward Gavi. "Come here." Taking him to the inside of the stadium. Not a word exchanged. They're both sitting face to face on the gym floor. "Why did you lie?" He asks.
"It's complicated. It's not something I want to elaborate on." He's being honest. He doesn't feel like telling his life story to him.
"You really thought that was a good idea? Imagine if we said something that moment when we met her."
"But you didn't, and I wasn't planning on her being there. Mom didn't let me hire someone to do the job."
"Gavi, hermano, you can't blame others for your stupidity." Pedro feels like he's talking to a wall. "Look, I get it. You guys don't have a good relationship. But she's your sister, and that was wrong. If I did that to Fernando, he would have punched me in the face."
"It's not the same. Plus, you're not one to talk to on doing wrong shit." He buffs, getting up from the floor ready to leave.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Pedro asks, imitating him on getting up.
"You're the one who's been fucking my sister this entire time." He yells.
Pedro shut his mouth, not knowing how to react. "It's not like that."
"Is not? I was injured, and you were flirting with her while "helping me." He does quote marks with his fingers.
"She's not a kid, and I'm not one either, plus you don't even have the right to recriminate me about it."
"I don't, but don't come at me acting as if you're a fucking saint." Pablo says, pointing at him.
"But I never said I was a saint. " Pedro asks, eyebrow lifted. "Listen, I'm not going to apologize for seeing her, I like her. I wasn't aware she was your sister because you lie to me about it."
"Can we move past this?" Gavi asked, exasperated. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. I really am. But please stop with this morality speech that's about to happen. You also fucked up. Let's go."
"Pablo, this isn't about me. This is about your lies."
"No, it's not. This is about to be a life lesson of why I don't have to lie or treat my sister like that." He passes his hands to his hair, trying to relieve stress. "If I wanted to hear that, I'll be on the hospital hearing Aurora telling me how is my fault she got into a car accident."
"She what?" He whispers.
He's zone out after that. That's why you weren't answering, that's why you didn't open your door when he went looking for you at midnight.
"Is she okay?" He asks, still whispering. "Please, tell me she's okay."
"Not sure." Pablo says, indifferent to the situation. "All I know is that she hit her head on the window."
"Joder, Pablo." Pedro says, impressed by the news. "Fuck, what hospital is she in?"
"I think she's still on Plató."
"How can you be so calm?" Pedro asks, confused about his demeanor. "Does Xavi know? You have to go to Plató, be with Aurora."
Pablo shrugs. He's not interested in another fight, so he keeps his opinion on the situation to himself. "I haven't talked to Xavi about it."
"Mierda, Pablo. I'm sorry about yelling at you, I didn't mean to." Pedro says. "Let's go talk to Xavi so you can go home." Pablo nodded, walking with Pedro out of the gym.
After Pedro called Xavi for a talk, he told the news. Pablo knows it's not okay to act as if he's was going to go to the hospital, but he at least can rest a little bit.
Xavi sent him home, asking him to report himself and telling him that the team was there for him.
He drove home, stressed about the whole situation. Aurora doesn't pick up his calls. She won't answer his texts, nothing.
He parked outside his house, in case Aurora needed him to pick her up. All he can think right now is a cold shower.
While he's changing, he hears the noise of the front door closing. Thinking is Aurora. He puts his shirt and goes looking for his sister.
"Rora, are you back?" He yells, walking downstairs. "Mom, dad, hi."
Belen and Pablo only stared at his son, not able to believe all the damage he's done. "We need to talk, Pablo." Belen says. "Come sit."
"The doctor says there would be no marks on your face." Aurora says, helping you with your hair.
As she says, being in the hospital is no motive for you to have bad hair. So she's brushing it and pulling it up.
"Well, that's good news." You laugh, stopping because of the pain. The doctor told you that you had a broken rib. "Okay, no laughing, that hurts."
"I'm sorry, hermanita."
"Don't." You stopped her. Knowing she's about to extra apologize again. "I told you this is on me, I was the one believing I'm part of the fast and furious cast."
"Im sorry I took his side. I'm sorry I was not aware of everything. I promise I'm not leaving your side again."
You squeeze her hand, sending her a smile. You know she's feeling extra bad. No matter how many times you reassure her, there's nothing she should feel sorry for. She apologized again.
"Are you sorry enough to help me pay for the wreck?" You say, lighting the air. "Becuase I don't think Pablo is taking care of it."
"Don't name him. He's voldemort from now on." She rolls her eyes. "But don't worry about it, his insurance is taking care, and dad says he's paying."
"I'm getting a part-time job, I can't let dad do that."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am." You say, serious. "It was my fault, as much as you say is not. Aurora, I took his car and wreck it."
She just nods, not wanting to go back and forth with the topic. "Okay."
"Do you really think he hates me?" Your mind plays the fight time after time. "I don't want him to hate me."
The way your voice cracks as you speak bout the topic is heartbreaking for your sister. She doesn't think Pablo hates you.
"He was being mean." She says, honest answer.
"And what if he does?"
"You don't need him." She says, slowly talking. "Someone who stoles your mental peace is not worth the time."
"I love him." You cry, no matter the pain the sobs are giving you. "I just want him to love me."
She hugs you, calming you down. Like always, she's the one drying your tears. The one telling you silly things to stop your cries.
"Pedro called me." She confesses after a while. "He found about the wreck, and he asked me how you were."
"He did?" You ask, smiling. "I can't text him. My phone got lost."
"He wants to visit." She confesses, finishing with your hair. "Actually, he might come at any minute now."
"Is that why you did my hair?" You ask, wanting to laugh. She only shrugs, laughing.
"Mom, I can explain."
"No, Pablo, how dare you?" Belen yells. "You're not the kid I raised. You were taught to love and protect your sisters, not hurting them."
"We thought that your problems were some dumb child phase. That you were going to grow out of it." Pablo father says. "But mijo, you cross the line. Your sister is in the hospital because of you."
"Joder." Pablo sighs. "She stole my car and wreck it. But it's my fault for yelling at her."
His mom throws a pillow at him. "Listen to me, niño. Aurora already told us everything. So don't act innocent because you're not."
"I don't know what she said, but probably she exaggerated."
"Pablo, don't try us." His father says, angry at his attitude. "We're so disappointed in you. Hijo, I taught you to love and respect women. And you left bruises on your sister. You put your hands on her. And I don't know what we did wrong."
"You didn't do anything wrong." He says, not liking his parents to feel like that because of him.
"Then what is it, Pablo?" Belen asks him. "Are we that bad as parents for you to do this? Did we lack to provide you with enough love? Did we miss something for you to treat your sister like this?" She can't stop the tears.
Pablo can't stand his mother tears, especially when it's because of him. "Mami, stop crying."
"I just can't. You don't care."
"I do, I'm sorry." He hugs her. "I'm sorry, you were the best parents in the world. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize to us, hijo." Pablo says, patting his sons back. "You have to do it to your sister."
"Please, Pablo." His mother says, breaking the hug. "Let us help you. I don't want to sweep this under the rug, not anymore." He nods, feeling like crying.
"Want to know something?" His father asks.
"What?"
"Even when Aurora told us what happened. When we saw her after she woke up, she begged us not to yell at you. Even after you hurt her, she was protecting you."
One where you're Gavi's older sister and you have a bad relationship. You and Pedri have a secret relationship and at a party Gavi find out about the relationship and is mad at you not at pedri because he doesn't wants to loose him as a friend
Golden Child | part 1
Summary: You're Pablo's older sister, even tho you don't have a good relationship you help him during his injury and find yourself getting involved with Pedri.
Warnings: cursing.
A/N: So I write Gavi as a toxic brother, but I don't think he's like that at all. Also, Aurora is going to be older. Please keep in mind that this is fictional, not based on reality. Love you 💛
Part two | Part Three
Growing up with a brother like Pablo was not easy. He used to be everybody's favorite. He was the star of the family. He was he.
Something that he couldn't be was his parents number one child. Something he hated. Specifically, he couldn't beat the way his parents loved his older sister.
He grew up with two sisters. Aurora, who's twenty-four, and Y/n, who's twenty one.
Aurora and him were very close. They enjoyed doing things together. They were like a team.
On the other hand him and Y/n never had a good relationship. Not because she didn't want to, but because Pablo heavily dislike her.
She was the picture-perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, always doing what she's told to do. Pablo was not a bad kid, but he wasn't her.
Growing up, they used to be civil with each other. Respecting their personal space, not fighting.
Everything changed when Arturo, who used to be Pablo's best friend, fell in love with his sister. She was fourteen, and they were twelve. She, of course, never had any interest in Arturo.
But one night, when Arturo told her that he was in love with her, she was fifteen. She laughed, finding the whole situation funny. Rejected the thirteen year old boy and walked away from the scene.
Arturo didn't take that well. He felt humiliated. He fought with Pablo, telling him that he never wanted to be close to him or his sister.
Pablo never understood what happened, so he blamed his sister for it. That's where the fights began there. Pablo used every chance he had to bother his sister.
He used to leave her out of things, pull her hair, hide her things, and delete her important things from her computer.
His parents scold him and ground him without playing football. But that didn't work. After a while, she got used to it and didn't even told her parents about it anymore.
When Pablo became more serious with football, he focused his whole energy on the field. But he never agreed on fixing things.
Every time Aurora tried to be the mediator, she ended scolding Pablo about the hurtful things he said to her, making her cry. Pablo ended up laughing and leaving the room. Luckily for him, she moved to Barcelona to study.
For Pablo, the best moment in his career was when he became part of Barça first team. He was all smiles, and no doubt you were proud of your baby brother.
When your parents called you and told you that he got limited people to be there and had to choose for you to not join them when the announcement was made, it broke your heart.
Aurora found out that was a lie when she was helping him with some things for that day, she immediately told you.
She wanted you to go with the whole family and even told you she was telling your parents about what Pablo did. But you begged her not to, you didn't want to be the reason his day was ruined.
"Rora, por favor." You begged. "Don't tell mom."
"I'm just so mad at him. How dare he lied to us that way?"
"I don't know, but it's okay. He can choose who to have there."
"You're his sister."
"It's okay. I promise I'm okay."
You were not okay with the news, but you fake a smile and told Aurora how relieved you were because you had nothing to wear. Lies, you spend your savings on buying a nice outfit for the occasion. That night, you cried yourself to sleep.
Having him close but so far at the same time was horrible. You tried everything in you to get to see him but after all the read text, after he didn't return any of your calls or even try to make a space for you in his life, you were done hurting yourself. So you decided to have zero contact with Pablo.
He saw the glory, acting like Aurora was his only sister. He even started to tell new people in his life that, yes, Aurora was his only sister. Thing that neither Aurora nor you knew about, thinking it was because people didn't know about you for not being as public as Aurora.
It wasn't easy, seeing him everywhere in posters at every place in Barcelona, or the games, or when you see people wearing his number on their jerseys. But you had to remember that he was the one that didn't want you there, and as much as it hurts, you respect his decision.
"But mami, why am I supposed to do?" You ask uninterested. "I get he's hurt but, he's not dying."
"Y/n, please. I know you have your own things going on, but neither Daddy nor I can go to check him. And Aurora is on finals. Please baby."
Pablo got injured during a game. His muscles were not very good, and he needed to rest. Your parents were in Sevilla. They couldn't just leave work and go to check on him.
So they ask you to take care of him. You nicely said no because you didn't want to put yourself in a position where Pablo could easily attack you.
But when they find out he needed help to do things like getting upstairs, get dressed carefully, and take his medication. Your parents start begging you to help them.
"Okay, I'll do it." You say frustrated. "But what am I supposed to do? Move myself from here to there and back again? You have no idea how expensive that is going to be."
"Mi amor, daddy and I are taking care of that. Don't worry."
"But are you sure Pablo is okay with this?"
"Si, hija. Ya te lo repetí cinco veces." (Yes, I already repeat it five times)
"Got it, I'll go to his house before he gets back from training."
"Gracias, do you know the door code? Because I have it somewhere"
"Yes, I know it." You interrupted. "Listen, I have to go get ready if I want to be on time. I'll tell him to call you."
You say your goodbyes, promising her that everything was going to be fine.
The Uber from your house to Pablo's was kind of expensive. Due to being in a zone meant for students and his being on a gated community, it was basically going to the other side of Barcelona.
"Gracias." You say getting out of the car and entering the house. Once you're inside, you find yourself amazed. It was a beautiful and very minimalistic place.
You looked around, there's pictures of him with the rest of your family, some pictures with Aurora, with his friends.
You were earlier than you expected to be. You thankfully packed your computer and books. Not wanting to just be around doing nothing.
About twenty minutes later, you heard the front door opening. You sense other voices.
"Cuidado, que no queremos que te lastimes más de lo que ya estas " (careful, we don't want you to hurt yourself more than you already are)
You stayed quiet, looking at the two boys helping Pablo.
"There you go. Let me bring you your crutches. Pedri help me with his backpack "
He stayed still, grabbing the door.
"Pablo," you say low.
He turned his head to you. He knew you would be there because your mother told him.
"Dejame ayudarte," you ask, seeing him struggling to stand on his own. (Let me help you)
"No." He harshly moved his arm from you. "My friends are doing that already."
"I know but-"
"Help me with bringing me water, I need to take a pill."
The way he turns his back to you is making you mad. You were there to help him, no need to act like a little boy.
"Is cold water okay?" You ask, he ignored you. So you take that as a yes. You walk into the kitchen, searching for the cups.
"Y/n" Pablo call you.
"Yes?"
"Can you bring another cup of water?"
"Okay." You say grabbing another cup. "A please would be nice, tho." You whisper to yourself.
You walk back, finding two other boys. One blonde and tall and other a little taller than Pablo, black hair and very full eyebrows.
"Here," you hand him the water. "This is for?" You ask.
"For me." The black hair guy says. "Thank you."
You smile at him, a little shy about starting a conversation. "Where's your medicine? You need to take not one but two pills." You say, remembering the doctors note your mother sent you.
"Only one, today they told me that I can drop the other one."
"Where is it?" You ask. He ignored you because he was on his phone
"Is in his room, I think." The blonde one says. You wanted to throw a pillow at your brother. Not even caring to answer a simple question.
You smiled and nodded, making your way upstairs and entering room for room until you found your brother's one. The pills were easy to find. They were on his nightstand, It was the only thing there.
You look at the disorder of his room, you'll help him cleaning a bit because it was hard for you to believe he can sleep with all of this.
"Found it," you say, getting back. "Do you need more water?"
"Mhm"
"I'll be back."
"But not cold water." He hands you the cup back. You nod, kind of uncomfortable with the whole interaction. After all, it was the first one in a year.
You go back in the kitchen, filling the cup with water and making another trip back to the living room.
"Hey, since Pablo is not introducing us. I'm Frenkie." The blonde one says, smiling at you.
"And I'm Pedri." The black hair one says, imitating the actions of Frenkie.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/n." You only smile at them, not being the best at meeting new people.
After the boys introduce themselves, they chat a little. You notice that Pablo was on his phone the whole time. Giving half answers.
"Okay, we're leaving, Pablito. Please take care." Frenkie pats him on the back. "And y/n, nice to meet you."
"Bye," Pedri says, waving. You wave them goodbye.
After they left, the silence in the room was a not so nice one for you. Pablo was in his own world, focused on his phone.
"Pablo, are you hungry?" You ask picking up the empty cups. He ignored you.
You roll your eyes, trying to control the urge to throw him a cup. "Pablo, please answer." The way he keeps ignoring you is annoying. "Okay." You walk to the kitchen, droping the cups at the sink. Go back to where he is, pick up your backpack, and walk to the front door. "Have fun."
"Wait, where are you going? Mom said You'll help me." He finally acknowledged you.
"Mira, te voy a decir algo." (Look, I'm going to tell you something) you close the door. "Yo tengo mejores cosas que hacer que cuidarte, así que si no quieres mi ayuda me voy, no voy a aguantar tus cosas." (I have better things to do rather than take care of you. So if you don't want my help, I'm leaving, I'm not dealing with this attitude)
He has this surprise but angry face. When you were a kid, you loved the way his angry face looked, but now that you're mad at him, you heavily dislike it.
"So, I'm going to ask you one more time, only one, because if you pull this silence treatment one more time, I'm out the door." You put your backpack back on the couch. "Are you hungry? Yes or no?"
"Yes, very hungry," he says, looking at his phone.
"Now," you grab his wrist and separate his phone from his face. "Would you like me to cook something for you, or do you want takeout?"
"You cook?" He scuffs
"Pablo." You warn him.
"Vale, vale, no te enojes." He lift his hands "puedes hacerme un sandwich o cualquier cosa, no sé." (Okay, okay, don't get angry. You can make me a sandwich or something, i don't know.)
You sigh. It was going to be some hard weeks.
"Pablo, c'mon man, you have to do this, or you'll never progress." You say trying to get him to apply a gel the physiotherapist sent him.
"But it stinks." He says, slapping your hand away.
"Pablo, te quedas quieto y me dejas aplicarte esto o te lo voy a pasar por la cara." (Stay still and let me apply this to you, or I'll smush it all over your face) You dig your nails to his calves, thing you used to do back when you were kids and you had a fight.
"Stop that." He says, grabbing you by the wrists. "Don't do that." His tone is strong yet he's not yelling.
"It's everything alright?" You both turn your face to Pedri, who was carrying a fast food bag and some drinks.
"No." You both say.
"Okay, I'm leaving this on the counter and I'll help you deal with this dickhead."
"Eres un imbecil, Pedro." Pablo says, angry.
"Pablito, mi vida, escuchame." You whisper sweetly. "Let me apply this. The quicker you say yes, the quicker I'll do it. Por favor."
His eyes are back on you, mad expression on his face. He puff angrily, letting your hands go. You quickly open the gel and apply it the way it's supposed to.
"Ya, calmado?" Pedri asks, laughing. "I know that gel is the worst, but it's really refreshing." Pablo puffs again. "Venga macho, vamos a comer que te traje tu comida favorita." (C'mon man, let's eat, I bring you your favorite food.)
Pedri helps Pablo walk to the table. Since his crutches were somewhere else. You go into the kitchen and wash your hands really well. He was right that gel stinks.
"I bring you something to eat, I'm not sure what you like, so sorry if it's not what you expected." Pedri says, walking into the kitchen.
"You did?" In the last few days, he was a big help with your brother, always picking him to go to his therapy and back home. He nods, smiling. "Thank you, Pedri."
"Can one of you bring more napkins?" Pablo yelled. You turn to take the napkins, giving them to Pedri.
"You're not eating with us?" He asked, confused about you opening your laptop instead of going to the table with them.
"No, I have some homework, plus, this kid for the love of God can't keep his room organized, so I'll go help him with that." You say exasperated, opening your a word document.
"You're such a good cousin."
You stop on your tracks, trying not to show your expression. "A good what?" You ask without moving your eyes from your screen.
"A good cousin, I mean you took time out of your life to take care of Pablo." The way he's saying this in such a positive way. Not even knowing how the words he just said affect you.
"How do you know we are cousins?" You ask, smiling a little, pretending to continue the conversation.
"Pablo told us, he said the first time we met you that you were his cousin that was helping him with his injury."
You only nod. Feeling how your stomach is turning.
"Go back with him. You're probably hungry. " You want him out of the kitchen, not wanting your facial expressions to betray you. "Thanks for the food."
Once his out of the kitchen, you can feel some tears pooling in your eyes. Not sure if it's anger or betrayal.
"No pensé que fueras cule." Pedri says, entering the house and leaving the bag that belongs to Pablo on the table. (Didn't think you were a cule.)
"Well, Pablo plays for the team, so I kind of am." You joke, smiling at him. "But to be honest, Alexia is the only reason I'm watching the game."
"Alexia? God, she's the best." He takes a seat next to you. "She's like a firework."
"Also, Aitana, they're my favorites."
"You should ask Pablo to introduce you to them." He laughs, "We have full access to games for the feminine team. He can take you to a game." You only nod.
Since he told you how Pablo introduce you to them as a cousin, you barely even look at him. Helping him like you promised your parents and then leaving, no words exchanged.
"I don't want to be a bother." You say, honestly.
"You won't, look, my cousin Adrian, he was the first one to ask me to introduce him to Messi." He laughs remembering. "Not even my brother."
You look down at your hands. For him, it was easy. His family and him were so close, for you, it was hard, Pablo never liked you.
"I'll think about it." You say, "Pablo is upstairs by the way."
"Joder, si no me quieres cerca dímelo." He jokes, laughing at your words. "But thank you. I'll go see him." (Fuck, if you don't want me close you can say that)
"That's not what I meant." You laugh. "But I know you're here for him."
"And what if I'm not here only for him?" He asks looking at you, smiling sweetly.
The heat creeps to your cheeks, you turn your face back to the game, not wanting him to see your red face.
He laughs at your actions, standing up from the couch. "I'll go upstairs. Hope Alexia scores." He says before walking upstairs.
"Let me get you another drink." Your friend says, taking your cup, you're at a party that she got you in, you don't even know who's hosting or anything, but you were enjoying and drinking.
"Okay, I'm going to the bathroom." You shout, walking inside, you ask a few people for the bathroom. All of them point at a door at the end of the corridor.
After using the bathroom and washing your hands, you exit ready for more drinks. Your body hit someone on the way out of the house, and the drink of this person has spilled all over you.
"Joder, lo siento mucho." The voice says, worried. "Y/n?" Pedro asks, eyes focusing on your face.
Your eyes found his. "Pedri." You smile.
"Sorry, nena. I spill this shit all over you. Come here." He grabs your hand and walks with you back into the bathroom. "Let me help you." He grabs the towel that's there. "Can I?"
You can't even control your actions. Your arms are now behind your back, giving him access to your chest area, where most of the drink spilled.
He carefully patted the towel to dry you. "Te puedo reponer el vestido, lo siento tanto" (I can pay for your dress, I'm really sorry).
"Don't worry, it was an accident."
"No, seriously. I can take you to get a new dress."
You nod smiling. Eyes fixed on his. On the way his focus expression makes him look so handsome, the way the yellow light in the bathroom hit his skin and made it shine almost perfectly.
"Wanna dance?" You ask out of nowhere, grabbing his wrist, making him stop. Fingers tapping on his skin.
"You want to dance?" He's focused on the way you look, how good you look on that dress. "With me?" He asks, scuffing.
"Is that a yes or a no?" You laugh. Your fingers grab the towel, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
He nodded quickly. You take his hand, intertwine it with yours, and walk outside to the dance floor, there's a lot of people, but you're only focusing on the guy in front of you.
Pedro is doing the same, the way you're dancing, the way you're smiling and making him dance when he doesn't know what to do.
"Pedri." You grab his arms and pull him closer to you. "You look so good tonight." Your hands caress his arms up and down, making him shiver.
"I think you're kind of drunk, bonita." He's trying to stop the thought of kissing you.
"Yet you're the one that spilled your drink on me." You laugh. He swears your laugh is adorable.
"And I'm sorry about it." He honestly says, "I'll make it up for you."
"And how are you going to do it?" You got closer to him. "Tell me." Maybe it is the alcohol in your system. Maybe it's just him.
"I have an idea." His hands are on each side of your face, fingers caressing your cheeks. "But I'm not sure if doing this while you're drunk is the right thing to do."
"Well I do think it is." You close the distance between you two, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.
One hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer, if that's possible, and the other playing with his hair.
His hands go down from your face to your waist, his fingers digging lightly onto your flesh. Making you moan a little at the feeling of his fingers.
Once the air run down you both separate, lips swollen from the kiss. "Any thoughts on the idea?" You joke. Pecking his lips. Action he repeats.
"I think I can help you out of the wet dress." He grabs your chin, giving you another peck. "Only if you let me." He says kissing your cheek, making you laugh.
"Aurora!" you run to her. Jumping on her arms. "I missed you so much, hermanita." You grab her face, kissing her cheek repeatedly.
"Okay, I think that's enough." She laughed putting you down. "I missed you so much, life without is so boring." She hugs you tight.
"Let's go, I got Pablo's car so we can go anywhere we want." You show her the keys, making them jiggle in your hand.
"Got it like stealing it?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.
"He was sleeping, plus he's not using it."
She laughed, giving you another hug, you walk with her to where you parked.
"So, have you guys worked on your relationship?" She asks curious. You know her question is genuine curiosity, not anything bad intended.
You're not sure if you should tell her about the whole ~she's my cousin~ situation. "I mean we haven't kill each other." You half smile.
"Okay." She narrow her eyes. "Let's try again. But this time be honest."
"It's been weird, Pablo and I barely even talk, and when we do is more a single answers" you honestly answer, "I just wish we could be like the two of you."
"Don't worry, he's just weird in general, he'll open to you." She pat your shoulder.
"When? Rora, I don't know if you notice but he's about to turn nineteen and he can't even remember when my birthday is." You say exasperated. "Pablo doesn't like me, not matter if I'm his sister, he just doesn't."
Aurora doesn't answer, mostly because she doesn't know what to say to you. She's been the one who had to witness all the dumb fights, all the times he hurted you just because.
"I know he loves you." She says, body turning to yours. "Pablo might act weird but he loves you, he told me that."
"He did?"
"Yes, he's just a stupid teenager, so don't worry about him and his weird actions. You're his sister and he loves you." She hugs your arm. "Now let's go, he might wake up soon." She laughed.
Aurora notice the change in your face. She knows that she shouldn't lie to you. But she can't stand your sad eyes when you talk about Pablo.
And even when she tried to help the situation, she haven't archived nothing more than fighting between you two.
"I made you your favorite cake." You say as you enter the house. "And I'll prepare your favorite food for dinner."
"Oh I've missed you." She kiss your cheek. "Pablo!" She yells.
"I'll get your bags." You say going back to the garage.
Grabbing the bag and going back in, when you walk into the living room you saw Pablo hugging Aurora and kissing her cheek. Telling her how much he missed her.
"Y/n will make us some yummy food." She says, hugging him by the waist. "While we wait, let's have some cake."
"I thought the smell was coming from the neighbor house." He jokes, making you two laugh. "Let me help you unpack." He takes the bag from your hands, taking Aurora upstairs.
You turn to the kitchen, getting all the ingredients put to start with the food. Interrupted by the doorbell, you yell that you'll get it.
"Hola guapa." Pedri says as you open the door. "It's Pablo here? He left this at my house and asked me to drop it."
"Hola." You sat the greeting back. "He is, get in."
After the party Pedri and you have been seeing each other here and there. Both agreeing on not telling anyone, specially not Pablo.
"They're upstairs." You walk back inside and into the kitchen.
After a few minutes, Aurora walked singing something, "Need some help?" She asks, washing her hands.
"Can you peel the potatoes? Please."
You both chat a little, catching up on some things that you have pending. She told you about her and Javi.
"So, any boys in sight?" She asks, pinching your arm. "I need to know everything."
"What everything? I'm not seeing anyone." You laugh "The only man I'm seeing is my professor. And he's very annoying."
"Oh don't tell me that, you must be seeing someone. Tell me." She pout.
"I might be seeing someone, but it's something casual." You confess.
"Are you sleeping with him?" She whispers, leaving what she's doing, interested in the conversation.
"Aurora, you don't ask people that." You joke, turning to the sink, washing your hands. "But yes, I am."
"You whore." She laugh. "I can't believe it, you and I were playing with dolls only a few years ago."
"Ay por favor." You splash her with the remaining water in your hands. "As if you don't sleep with your boyfriend."
"I am but you're my baby. I can feel this way." She fake dry a tear. "So, is he your classmate?"
"I told you it was something casual, I'm not giving you more details." You hurry with serving the plates.
While she helps with the table you finish washing some things. Focused on the job you're doing, when two cold hands grab you by the waist you jump a little at the sensation.
"Qué haces?" (What are you doing?) You ask, taking his hands away from you.
"Don't worry, they're upstairs. Aurora is getting Pablo." He says, getting closer so he can kiss you.
"Pedro, not here." You say, getting away from him.
"Let me take you home, I need you so bad." He says, trying to get closer again. "Por favor."
You hear the voices coming downstairs, "fine, but keep your hands to yourself " you quickly kiss him, pushing him outside.
"Let's eat." Aurora says, happily.
The dinner was fun, Pablo and Pedro talked about the next game. "You should come to the game. I heard that Alexia and Jana are coming." Pedro says, looking at you with picardy.
"Uhhh she loves Alexia." Aurora says. "Pablo, can you get us to take a picture with Alexia?"
"Since when do you like Alexia?" Pablo ask you, confused look on his face.
"I've always liked her. Rora and I used to watch the games all the time." You laugh, "remember when we broke that flowerpot? Celebrating when she scored."
"That poor flower." She laughs, "God, grandma hated us."
Pablo raise a brow, never paid attention to your liking for the football player, better say not knowing anything about you.
"I can get you to know her. I'll talk to Xavi tomorrow."
"Thank you." You smile at him. Eyes connecting with Pedro right after, sending him a wink.
After that moment you keep talking about random things. Pedro offers to help you with the dishes.
"Nos vamos?" (Ready to go?) He whispers, kissing your shoulder.
"Let me say goodbye to Aurora and I'll be back." You pinch his cheeks. "Say your goodbyes to Pablo."
You hurry upstairs, reaching to her room. "Hey rorita, Pedri offered me a ride home, so I'm leaving. I promise I'll be here early so I can spoil you with some breakfast."
"Don't go, we can ask Pablito to take us to your place so you get some clothes so you stay here." She pout, hugging your arm. "Stay."
"I promise I'll be here early, plus you have to rest Rorita." You kiss the top of her head. "We can get ready together."
You hug her, helping her with turning the lights off. When you were about to go downstairs you hear Pablo calling you name. "Si?"
"I texted Xavi, he told me that he can arrange a little meeting with Alexia backstage."
"Really?" You smile, exited about the news.
"Yes, I'll give Aurora the details." After saying that, he close his door.
You hurried downstairs. Opening the door, finding the canarian boy waiting for you leaning on his car.
"To your place or mine?" He asks, opening the door for you.
"Mine," you kiss him, hand on his neck. "So sad you can't stay, but you can make it up later." You joke with him. Making him laugh.
"Okay, smile." The photographer says, taking several pictures of the three of you. "Thank you. I'll send them to Gavi after the game."
"Thank you." You say. "Can we take a selfie? Please!" You take your phone out.
"All that you want" Alexia laughs, "well, not everything, I'm not up for a tik tok." She jokes.
"Oh God no, we won't ask you to do tik toks with us."
She place her hand to her heart, acting dramatic as a joke. "Thank you."
After the pictures and a little chat you both thank Alexia for her time. She says her goodbyes and left with the barca manager.
"I can't believe it." You say, jumping exited. Making Aurora jump with you too. "Omg I'm posting this on my story."
Pedro and Pablo were observing you from afar, "I think you just won the ~best cousin~ award." Pedro laughs, shaking his arm.
Pablo only nods, forgetting about him telling his friend about you being his cousin. Not wanting him to mention that in front of you or Aurora. Thinking you didn't know about it.
"Let's go back, Xavi's already mad."
"Go, I'll go to the bathroom real quick." Pedro says, turning to the other direction.
He takes his phone out. Texting you to meet him at the bathroom that's beside the changing room.
When you see it, you were about to leave to go back to your seats. "Hey, I'll go to the bathroom. I meet you on our seats." You say, walking back to the bathroom.
Not waiting for her answer you walk quickly to the end of the hall, entering the bathroom. "I think this is a women's bathroom, sir." You joke.
He won't miss time, pulling you from the waist. When his lips conect with yours, you place your arms on the back of his neck.
"So eager, was last night not enough?" You push him away to breathe. "So needy, González."
"For you?" He pecks you. "Always."
The makeout session begins again, his hands on your ass and yours on his hair.
You hear the bathroom door opening, pushing Pedro away was too late, Aurora alread saw you two. "Ay por Dios." (Oh my God) she gasp, leaving after that.
You don't even look at Pedro, quickly leaving him alone to go look for your sister. "Aurora." You yell, "please stop. I can explain." You run to her.
"Don't." She says when you grab her arm. "Let's go back to our seats."
She goes out back to the stadium seats. Leaving you there, you turn back and see Pedro getting out of the bathroom, eyes finding yours.
Jimin and Taehyung have hated each other for years, and it's time they do something about it in a method that’s...a bit unorthodox to say the least
or: enemies with benefits au except they're both captains of the same soccer team
(Explicit ♥ high school soccer au ♥ enemies to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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Collar
“I want you to get them all out of here.” Taehyung ordered in his deep, gravely voice, looking down at Jimin who was still pressed against the wall.
“Why?” Jimin asked, anticipation dripping from his words.
“To teach you a lesson on not letting people touch what’s mine.”
Or: Jimin adopts an intimating, unruly, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous hybrid on impulse and gets much more than he bargained for
(Explicit ♥ modern/hybrid au ♥ hybrid Taehyung, human Jimin ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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Honeymoon in Hawaii
What else happened on the night Jimin and Taehyung went stargazing in Hawaii?
(Explicit ♥ canon au ♥ best friends to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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Enigma
Alpha prince Jimin has agreed to an arranged marriage in order to expand the Park empire with another, but only if he gets to select the prince he will wed.
Insert Kim Taehyung—a stunning beta prince with a gentle demeanor who doesn’t talk much...or at all. Jimin instantly chooses him for his beauty and compliance, but not everything is always as it appears to be.
Enigma: the Alpha of Alphas and is believed to be a myth because of their rarity. They are extremely dangerous and can either lead a society to flourish or to damnation.
(Explicit ♥ omegaverse royalty au ♥ enigma prince Taehyung, alpha prince Jimin ♥ enemies to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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It's raining panties
A pair of panties floats from Taehyung’s new neighbor's open window and onto his flowers, so he goes to return them
What Taehyung expected: a briefly awkward but friendly introduction with the woman living next door as he gave the panties back to her
What he got: a stunning man opening the door, blushing bright red and snatching the panties away without a word of explanation
What he's left with: sleepless nights over why the man has the panties, and what he looks like wearing them
(Explicit ♥ modern omegaverse au ♥ alpha Taehyung, omega Jimin ♥ neighbors to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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But...he's a cheerleader!
Kim Taehyung: He’s hot, he’s funny, he’s charming, and he’s the only male cheerleader on the squad. Everybody loves Taehyung.
Park Jimin: He’s hot, he’s athletic, he’s disciplined, and he’s strict when it comes to gender roles. Jimin hates Taehyung.
(Explicit ♥ college/university au ♥ cheerleader Taehyung, jock Jimin ♥ enemies to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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Sk8er boi
Taehyung was a punk, Jimin did ballet, what more can I say?
He wanted him, and Jimin would never tell, but secretly he wanted Taehyung as well
But all of Jimin’s friends stuck up their nose. And they had a problem with Taehyung’s baggy clothes
Taehyung was a skater boy. Jimin almost said, “See ya later boy.” Emphasis on ~almost~
(Explicit ♥ high school au ♥ skater Taehyung, ballerino Jimin ♥ first loves ♥ smut, fluff, angst)
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One of your girls
Taehyung walks into a Halloween party, and immediately has his eyes set on the hot piece of ass in a Hooter's costume.
He has no idea that said hot piece of ass is a dude, but that won't stop him from a good time.
(Explicit ♥ college/university au ♥ jock Taehyung, cheerleader Jimin ♥ one night stands to fwb's to lovers ♥ smut, fluff, slight angst)
Lamine sprinted across the field, weaving through cones and darting past his teammates with grace. It was a crisp morning at the training ground for the Spanish National Football Team, and Lamine was in his element.
At Sixteen, he was one of the rising stars of FC Barcelona and Spanish football, known for his speed and precise footwork.
Nico, his close friend and teammate, ran alongside him, exchanging banter as they practiced their drills.
As they took a breather, Nico noticed a hint of sadness in Lamine's eyes, despite his usual cheerful demeanor.
"Lamine, what's on your mind, mate?" Nico asked, concern lacing his voice.
Lamine hesitated for a moment, then sighed.
"It's nothing, really. Just thinking about Y/N."
Nico nodded knowingly. Y/N was Lamine's girlfriend, and they had been inseparable since they started dating a year ago.
Today was Lamine's 17th birthday, and while everyone else had already wished him well, Y/N had claimed she was busy with school and couldn't make it.
"I'm sure she has something special planned for you," Nico reassured him.
"You know how she is with surprises."
Lamine managed a small smile.
"Yeah, you're probably right."
Little did Lamine know, Y/N had been orchestrating a surprise for weeks. With the help of Lamine's family and Nico, she had everything set up at their favorite restaurant for a post-training celebration.
Later that afternoon, after a rigorous training session, Lamine returned to the locker room to find Nico and the team unusually cheerful. They all gathered around him with grins plastered on their faces.
"Happy Birthday, Lamine!" they chorused, presenting him with a small cake adorned with candles.
Lamine was taken aback. "Wow, you guys..." he trailed off, touched by their gesture.
Nico nudged him playfully. "Come on, blow out the candles and make a wish!"
Lamine closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the weight of the day's emotions resting on his shoulders. As he blew out the candles, he made a silent wish: for happiness, success, and for Spain to win Euro 2024.
Just then, the door burst open, and there stood Y/N, holding a bouquet of Lamine's favorite flowers and a grin that lit up the room.
Lamine's eyes widened in surprise and joy.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, his heart racing.
Y/N laughed, crossing the room in a few quick strides to envelop him in a warm embrace.
"Happy Birthday, Lamine! I told you I had school, but I couldn't miss celebrating with you."
Lamine couldn't help but smile widely now, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. He glanced at Nico and the team, who were all watching with knowing smiles.
"I can't believe you all kept this from me," Lamine said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Nico clapped him on the back.
"We had to keep the secret! Now come on, let's eat some cake and celebrate."
And so they did. Lamine spent the rest of his birthday surrounded by his closest friends and family, feeling incredibly lucky and loved.
As he held Y/N's hand and looked around at the smiling faces, he knew that this birthday would be one to remember.
Y/N leaned in close to Lamine, whispering in his ear, "My birthday wish for you is for every day to be as joyful as today, and for all your dreams to come true."
Lamine's family joined the circle, each expressing their heartfelt wishes and pride for him. His parents hugged him tightly, his father saying, "Happy birthday, son. You make us so proud every day."
His mother added tearfully, "You've grown into such a fine young man. May this year bring you all the happiness you deserve."
As Lamine listened to their words, he felt overwhelmed with gratitude. He squeezed Y/N's hand and looked out at his family and friends, realizing that the greatest gift of all was the love and support surrounding him.
And as for his wish? Well, only time would tell if Spain would take home the Euro 2024 trophy. But surrounded by such support and happiness, Lamine had a feeling that his wish might just come true after all.
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: Where you are going to watch a Barcelona game.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: no warnings.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 0.799 k
𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: This piece was written in the first person (from your perspective), and I don't see this kind of writing very often around here. I hope it doesn't cause any issues. Enjoy your reading!
Today was an important day for me. I came with my dad to watch a game of my favorite team, Barcelona. My dad is none other than Neymar Junior, and he was definitely more excited than I was.
We arrived a bit earlier than the other fans because my dad wanted to show me everything about Barcelona: its history, trophies, and other things.
Back when my dad played for the club, I was always at Camp Nou, watching his games and goals. The best part was seeing pictures of me, around eight or nine years old, wearing Barcelona jerseys with my dad by my side.
─ During the game, I want to hear you shouting 'Visca Barça' all the time, okay? - my dad said.
─ Okay, sure. - I replied, and he laughed.
─ I'd take you to the locker rooms, but the players are probably all there, so it's better not.
─ Why? - I asked.
─ Come on, (your name), this team is full of young guys just out of their teens. They see a pretty young girl and they'll go crazy. - he said, and I laughed.
─ What? -he asked.
─ No need to be jealous of your daughter! - I teased, seeing his serious expression.
─ Jealous? Yeah, right. ─ he denied, and I kept laughing.
After some more rounds and many stories from my dad about his time playing here, I told him to wait a bit as I needed to go to the bathroom. He agreed, and I ran to the women's restroom.
When I came out and walked a bit, I saw the beautiful view of the field with a ray of sunlight shining down. I took out my phone and opened the camera to take a picture. Without a doubt, I was going to post it on my story to keep my profile aesthetic.
I pointed my phone camera at the horizon, but someone accidentally walked in front of the shot. I lowered my phone, a bit annoyed by the interruption, I must admit.
But then I found myself face to face with none other than Lamine Yamal.
─ Oops, sorry for ruining your photo. I didn't mean to,. - he said.
─ Don't worry, I already took a few before, - I replied, and he smiled friendly.
─ Indeed, the view from here is beautiful. - he said, and I agreed. ─ Are you part of the organized supporters?"
─ What? -I asked, confused.
─ It's just that the game isn't for another two hours, so I found it strange that fans are already inside. - he explained.
─ Oh, no!" I said. - I came with my dad a few hours earlier to see everything.
─ I see! - he confirmed, smiling. ─ Sorry for the question, your dad?
─ Yes, Neymar! He decided to visit his old club today. - I said nonchalantly because, to me, it was no big deal.
─ What? Neymar? Neymar Junior? - he looked at me, unbelieving.
─ Yes, Neymar Junior.
─ You're kidding, right? - he still couldn't believe it.
─ No! If you want, I can take you to see him now.
─ I'd love to, but I have to get back to the locker room. - he said, looking at me. ─ I can't believe I'm talking to Neymar's daughter.
─ No problem, you can see him after the game. By the way, he really appreciates your admiration. - I said.
─ Wow, I'd love that.
─ So, it's a deal, Yamal?
─ Deal! - he smiled. ─ By the way, how rude of me, what's your name?
─ I'm (your name).
─ A beautiful name, just like you. - he said, making me blush.
I thanked him for his compliment and we said goodbye. I went back to where my dad was waiting for me. He looked a bit stressed, but I understood him.
─ What were you doing? That took forever.
─ Sorry, I ran into a player and we started talking and... - he cut me off before I could finish.
─ You ran into who?
─ A player... - he looked at me in disbelief.
─ What do you mean, a player, (your name)?
Now, it was going to be a long story to explain it all to him.
summary . . . After watching your boyfriend play a match, he invites you over to the field so he can teach you how to play
request . . . yes!! based on this request!
word count . . . 1.5k+
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . N/A
alexavia yaps . . . idk why it took me sm time to write this like it could've legit taken me like 40 mins but idk </3 I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT! i forgot i was writing a fic halfway through the football tutorial so lets ignore that <3 I YAPPED MY ASS OFF IN THIS LIKE OMG
taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)
. . . The football field was still buzzing with energy as the match wrapped up. The sound of boots pounding against the turf, the cheers from the crowd, and the sharp whistle from the referee all began to fade as players gathered around, stretching and cooling off.
You had been watching from the sidelines, eyes glued to Lamine as he darted around the field with the kind of ease that made his talent look effortless.
The excitement from the game was still fresh, but your mind wandered back to the way he had been glancing your way every time he had a chance. You’d been there to support him, of course, but you couldn’t help the little excitement that ran through you each time your eyes met his.
As the final whistle blew and players started to make their way to the sidelines, Lamine broke away from the group, his expression lighting up when he spotted you. A quick wave, a playful grin, and then he jogged over to where you were standing.
"You're watching or you're playing?" Lamine asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Watching," you replied, offering a smile. "You guys were amazing out there."
"Not as amazing as you," he replied with a wink, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face. His gaze softened as he looked at you, his hands resting gently on your waist.
You smiled, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. "You’re my favorite player, Lamine. Always." you said, your fingers lightly tracing his jawline.
The air between you two shifted, the teasing and laughter fading into something more affectionate. Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the kiss slow and easy, like you both had all the time in the world.
He responded instantly, his hands moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared, just the two of you, the feel of his lips against yours, and the quiet hum of the evening.
When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, and you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the quiet closeness. "I love you," Lamine whispered, his voice low, sincere.
"I love you, too," you replied, your voice soft. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his heartbeat steady and reassuring, and in that moment, everything felt right.
"You know," he said with a mischievous smile, "you should try it yourself."
You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether he was serious or joking. "Try what?"
"Football," he said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "I’ll teach you. We can make it a proper football weekend."
A laugh rose up from your chest. "I’ve never played before, Lamine. I’d probably mess it up."
He leaned in, the grin on his face widening. "You won’t mess it up. I’ll teach you. You’re smart, you’ll catch on quickly. Plus, it's just for fun."
You hesitated, but the enthusiasm in his eyes was impossible to resist. "Alright, fine. But only because you asked nicely."
Lamine led you to a quieter part of the field, away from the hustle and chaos of the game’s aftermath. The soft sound of the ball bouncing on the grass as the remaining players finished packing up and heading off was the only noise. It felt peaceful, almost surreal, like this was a private moment between the two of you.
"So, first things first," Lamine began, positioning the ball on the ground in front of him. "The basics. You kick the ball, try to keep it under control, and-"
You interrupted with a mock roll of your eyes. "I know how to kick a ball, Lamine."
He laughed and nudged you lightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Just making sure. But do you know how to pass, control it, and dribble without tripping over your own feet?"
"Fair point," you said, stepping up to the ball and kicking it lightly, feeling it roll a few feet ahead. "Like this?"
"Not bad," he said, his tone approving. He came closer, showing you how to position your foot, his own demonstrating the proper technique as the ball gently tapped the grass and spun away. "Like this. You want to keep the ball close to you, not too far ahead. And don't worry about looking perfect, it’s just practice."
You tried again, this time focusing on keeping the ball close to your foot as you tapped it forward. Lamine stood close by, offering tips and making sure you didn’t get discouraged when you missed or sent the ball off in the wrong direction.
"See? You’re getting it," he said after your fifth attempt. "You just need a little more practice."
"Easy for you to say," you muttered, smiling despite yourself. "You’ve been playing for years."
"Doesn’t mean you can’t learn," he said confidently. "Everyone starts somewhere. And you’re a quick learner. I’m impressed."
You couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at his words, even if they were just about kicking a football around. It was nice to be noticed, especially by him. You had always admired his dedication and skill on the field, but seeing him take the time to teach you felt… different. It made your heart flutter in a way you didn’t quite understand.
"Okay, now for the dribbling," Lamine said, stepping back to give you more room. "It’s all about control, and… well, not letting the ball get too far away from you."
You focused hard as he demonstrated, showing you how to move the ball with precision. After a few tries, you started to get the hang of it. You felt more confident, and that confidence seemed to spark something in Lamine.
"Hey, not bad at all," he said, grinning. "You're a natural."
"Maybe I’m just good at listening," you teased, wiping the sweat from your brow.
He laughed, stepping a little closer to you. "You’re good at more than listening."
You tried to ignore the warmth that spread through you at his words. Lamine had always had this effortless way of making you feel special without even trying.
"Alright," he said, pushing the ball toward you with his foot. "Let's see if you can get it past me."
You gave him a skeptical look. "What, now we’re playing against each other?"
"Why not?" He shrugged, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. "Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you."
"Well, aren’t you confident?" you said, laughing as you readied yourself to try and dribble past him. The challenge had you on edge in the best way, and you focused on the ball, taking a deep breath as you tried to maneuver it around him.
The two of you danced around the field, him weaving around effortlessly, showing off his moves while you stumbled after him, trying to keep up. But each time you managed to get close, he'd use his quick footwork to steal the ball away with a teasing laugh.
"You’re getting better!" he said, as you finally managed to get a little too close for comfort, kicking the ball out of his reach.
"Don’t get cocky now," you shot back, smiling.
He walked over, clapping you on the back lightly. "You’ve definitely got potential. Who knows? Maybe we’ll make a footballer out of you yet."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but the idea of spending more time like this with him, laughing and learning together, felt… nice. More than nice.
"Thanks, Lamine. For everything," you said, glancing up at him.
He flashed a grin, his usual cockiness replaced by something softer. "Anytime."
"Hey, get the ball, it's rolling away." you laughed, pointing behind him.
Running to get the ball, Lamine walked back to you, a troublesome grin playing on his lips. "Well," he said, pulling you into a side hug, "I think it’s time for my reward for teaching you football."
You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "And what would that reward be?"
"Well, first," he said, his voice dropping lower as he gently kissed your temple, "I get to kiss you again."
You laughed softly, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest as you looked up at him. "Seems like a pretty good reward to me."
His grin widened, and without warning, he cupped your face, gently guiding you in for another kiss. This one was more urgent than before, his hands finding your waist like usual. You melted into him, your hands slipping around his neck as you deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him.
When you finally pulled back, your heart was racing, and a playful sparkle flickered in your eyes. "Is that all I get for my efforts?"
Lamine laughed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "For now," he teased. "But I think I’ll find more ways to show you just how much I appreciate you later."
You smiled up at him, holding his hand in yours. "I look forward to it," you said, leaning into him again, content in the warmth of his embrace.
Lamine might've won the football match, and maybe your heart too. But until now, you've won in life.
– A/N : I honestly have no idea what I'm about to write, but enjoy!!
– Warnings : mentions of y/n & swear words
"Pau Cubarsi, this was a really exciting match, don’t you think so?"
The said person nervously smiled in agreement at the question, knowing that one of the captains were behind him. Real Madrid wasn’t a team that you could easily win against, so this victory was very special for the whole team.
"Yeah, the win was well deserved." His response was slightly more negative than he had thought it would come out as, his eyes looking away from the interviewer as Pau searched for something – or someone.
And then he saw you.
You stood beside his older sister, although still maintaining a respectful distance. Irene had told you that, even if the media doesn’t know about your secret relationship, you could still act like her bestest friend, since you were practically her 'sister in law' already. But you didn’t do it, and it made him stare for a second, until Raphinha snapped him out of it.
"Everything alright, Pau?" Cubarsi tensed up at the voice, coming back to reality as he turned his head to face Raphinha. He blinked once, twice, then nodded his head with a sheepish smile on his face.
"Yes! Sorry." Afterwards, he sent you one last glance, which you had caught when Irene shook your shoulders, and faced the interviewer.
The questions were interesting and very professional, but Pau only gave short replies and zoned out during most of it, his gaze always returning to you. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game, since nobody would believe him if he said it was due to his family, yet he enjoyed it and continued.
A mischievous grin threatened to escape his lips as soon as the woman interviewing him was done, thanking him for his time, yet he was quick to say goodbye and leave. His steps were loud and clear, cameras from each angle were filming the moment, but he didn’t seem to care.
"Pau, my boy!" As the teenage boy was pulled into a tight hug by his mother, he dapped his father up and sent him a smirk, his eyes having a glint of excitement in them.
At that moment, you took a step back to distance yourself and let them have their moment, but Pau had other plans. Ignoring his sister, because she apparently didn’t want to hug him when he stank, he made his way over.
"Pau?" Once he stood right in front of you, taking a step closer whenever you tried to make some space between each other, he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.
There were screams getting louder by each second passing and his teammates were standing close by, shocked to see that he indeed had a girlfriend, whereas his family acted like it was normal.
"You shouldn’t hug her so hard. She‘s getting the life squeezed out of her!" His father yelled out before he and the others made their way down to the field, not acknowledging the fact how you were frozen in place.
"Pau–"
"I missed you, so fucking much…"
Your voice was stuck in your throat as you stared at him, his head nuzzled into your shoulder as he inhaled your sweet scent. It smelled just like you, like home, like love.
"You just blew up our cover!" The realization dawned upon him at that exact moment, slowly loosening his grip around your waist and as he raised his head, looking around to see how many fans were still watching.
"Oh." His eyes darted around to see where his family was at, seeing how they were with the other family of his teammates, then looking at them. Most of them were still surprised to see this scene, yet some others were laughing about it.
Once they – namely Lamine, Hector and Alejandro – realized that he was staring, they started to joke around about it, pointing at him as their laughter grew.
However, Pau merely returned his focus towards you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, since it was so easy to get access to it with the height difference. Whether or not this was planned, he couldn’t care less now, especially since he could express his love for you in public.
"Whatever."
"Pau!"
– A/N : acc quite proud of this, thanks for reading<33
Part two to love affair where Pedro catches them making out
Forbidden Temptations ! (Part two of 'Love Affair !')
– A/N : hi anon! Due to Lamine and the reader being (implied as) minors in 'Love Affair', I wouldn’t be writing anything explicit about them, hope you understand<33
– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, slightly suggestive, being caught during an embarrassing moment, overprotective brother Pedri, not proofread
"Long time no see."
"You could’ve at least knocked on the door…" Your voice went quiet as you stepped aside to let Lamine inside, checking the driveway to see if Pedri was lurking somewhere, but he was nowhere to be found – thankfully.
Taking his shoes off rather quickly, Lamine closed the front door and leaned against it, smiling at how concerned you were as usual by thinking that your brother would catch you with him.
"As, stop worrying, ma." All of a sudden, he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you closer to him, making him chuckle at your sudden gasp. As you quickly recovered from the shock and playfully hit his arm, he let you with a smile on his face. "He won’t catch us, trust."
"I don’t know if I can trust you. Last time, he almost caught us!" Lamine rolled his eyes and made his way to the living room while dragging you alongside with him, having planned to have a movie night with you for a while now.
Once you both were seated on the couch and he reached for the tv remote, you glared at him with a slight pout for not letting you speak up, until your gaze slowly lowered to his arm, specifically his bicep. Ever since he had first met you, it was clear that he had gone to the gym more often – whether to impress you or not, you didn’t know.
Knowing him, he probably did.
It seemed like you weren’t as secretive as you thought you’d be, since his smirk only grew while he placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as Lamine kept his eyes on the television.
"You’re staring." His words mee your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, firstly now facing away from him. The living room was filled with laughter as he pulled you closer, a mischievous grin on his expression while he tried to keep you as close as he could.
And, at some point, you ended up beneath him. The position wasn’t exactly ideal for you – a bit weird, if you could say it – but Lamine was enjoying more than he should have. With his eyes wide and his hands on your hips, he leaned closer until your noses were touching.
"You look pretty like this, cutie pie."
"Never ever call me that again." A scowl was present while you spoke, Lamine playfully rolling his eyes before he finally crashed his lips against yours, which earned a whimper from you. Your hands shot up as you placed one on top of his head and the other on his chest, feeling his heartbeat that only made you more nervous.
Once you couldn’t breathe anymore, you physically forced Lamine to allow you to take some air and space, with him pouting. However, the sight of your neck made his eyes sparkle, inching closer as he waited for permission to bite you.
When you merely nodded, although you didn’t even know what was currently happening, Lamine placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder blade firstly, opening his mouth as he dug his teeth into your flesh. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, yet it did hurt a bit.
"Sorry, too much?"
"Too much." Lamine frowned at that, pouting as he kissed over that bite mark repeatedly, feeling guilty for causing you discomfort. Meanwhile, you tried to ignore the way it actually felt refreshing, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had been a bit too close to your neck.
All of a sudden, the front door opened.
Your heartbeat sped up as you tried to push Lamine away from you, yet he was feeling all needy of your affection that he didn’t hear it from the couch, until the footsteps were getting louder and louder and it was too late and-
"Pedri!" Your voice sounded way too enthusiastic as you glanced at Lamine, who had his hands still on each side of your head. You were propped up by your elbows, a small giggle leaving your mouth as you tried to ease the situation. "I thought you were coming home later..?"
"I lied." Frustration lingered in his voice as Pedri stared daggers into Lamine's head, making him roll his eyes before he faced his captain. A mocking smirk grew on his face, yet before Lamine could say anything, you moved your mouth to place it on his cheek and push him away.
"Look, it isn't-" A sigh escaped from Pedri's mouth as he lowered his head, trying to remain as calm as he possibly could. He knew how Lamine was, how he'd break the rules and embarrass his opponents, but this?
This was causing him a headache.
"Lamine." The tone was surprisingly relaxed, yet firm nonetheless, as the said person looked up at Pedri. With you still in a rather awkward position, Lamine pulled you closer without even thinking about the consequences. The sight of Pedri's eye twitching made him want to laugh.
"If you hurt her, even just one time by a hair, be prepared to say goodbye to your career."
Silence took over the room as you both stared at your older brother in shock, before Lamine pumped his fist into the air and hugged you tightly, a boyish grin on his face. Soon enough, he had to let go of you though, since he obviously couldn't hurt you.
"Ay ay, captain."
"Do not call me that."
– A/N : I rewrote like a third of this bc I didn’t save the draft😞🤞also literally GASPED when I got this request cuz I was thinking about it like omg??
