hii could you do one with pedri where he comes home from a stressful day of training but he wants to appear strong and be there for his kids and wife but the reader notices that something is wrong and at night when he can't sleep and like can’t hold it anymore the reader comforts him
i love your writing 💗
when the house is quiet.
masterlist requests word count: 1062
a/n: sad pedri :(
genre: comfort.
warnings: stress.
summary: pedri comes home from a stressful day of training and tries to stay strong for you and the kids. later that night, unable to sleep, he breaks down and admits his struggles.
You know something is wrong the moment he steps through the door.
Pedri’s smile is there, the one he wears like a shield, but you can see the heaviness behind his eyes. Training days can be brutal, especially when the team’s morale is shaky or the media has been circling like vultures, waiting for the smallest slip. He tries to shake it off before he crosses the threshold, you can tell, but you’ve lived with him long enough to read between the cracks.
Still, he bends down immediately when Bea barrels into him, her little arms wrapping around his neck, her tiny voice shouting, “Papá, you’re home!” She’s in her pyjamas, even though it’s still early, her curls a wild halo from playing too hard all day. Pedri scoops her up, spinning her once, twice, before he sets her down and crouches to greet Leo.
Your son is slower, more deliberate, toddling over with his stuffed elephant dragging on the floor. Pedri lifts him carefully, pressing a kiss to his forehead, whispering something soft that makes Leo giggle. For a moment, it almost feels like everything is fine.
But you know better.
He sits with them on the floor, Bea showing him a drawing she made, Leo babbling nonsense words while Pedri pretends to follow every detail. His laugh is genuine when Leo trips over his elephant and then plops into his lap, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s like there’s a wall built there tonight, one he doesn’t want anyone to see past.
You don’t push. Not yet.
Dinner is noisy, Bea talking a mile a minute, Leo making a mess with his spoon, Pedri nodding and chuckling, pretending to be completely immersed. He’s present for them, and for you too, asking how your day was, teasing you when you roll your eyes at the chaos. If anyone else were here, they would never guess something was wrong.
But you feel it. In the way he exhales just a little too heavily when he thinks no one notices. In how his shoulders don’t quite relax even after the kids are tucked into bed. In the silence he carries when the house finally goes still.
Later, after you check that Bea is curled around her stuffed bunny and Leo is breathing evenly in his crib, you find him in your bedroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, fingers laced tightly together like he’s holding himself in place.
“You okay?” you ask gently, leaning against the doorframe.
He looks up immediately, forcing a smile. “Yeah, of course. Just tired.”
You nod, but you don’t press. You sit beside him, close enough that your knees touch, and he leans into you without even realizing it. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you closer, his head resting against your shoulder. He’s quiet like that for a while, and you let the silence stretch.
You know he wants to be strong for you, for the kids. He always feels the weight of being the one to hold everything together, the one who doesn’t falter. But there’s only so much a person can carry.
When the house has settled into deep night, you wake to find him still awake beside you. His body is tense, his breathing uneven, eyes wide open in the darkness.
“Pedri,” you whisper, turning toward him. “You’re not sleeping.”
He doesn’t answer at first. Then, finally, he admits, “I can’t.” His voice is rough, low enough that you know he’s been keeping everything buried all day.
You slide closer, pressing your forehead to his chest. “Tell me.”
He exhales shakily, like he’s been holding that breath for hours. “It’s just… everything. Training was hell today. Nothing felt right, every mistake got magnified, and I could hear the whispers. The pressure doesn’t stop. I try to push it away but it follows me even here. And I don’t want the kids to see me like that. I don’t want you to see me like that either.”
Your hand finds his, fingers untangling his clenched fist until he lets you hold it. “I always want to see you. All of you. Not just the strong parts.”
He swallows hard, his other hand covering his face. “I hate feeling like I’m failing. On the pitch, with the team, with you, with them. I come home and I want to be the dad they deserve, the husband you deserve, but inside I feel like I’m breaking.”
Tears prick your eyes, but you blink them back. You don’t want him to think you pity him. You want him to know you see him, every version of him, and none of it changes the way you love him.
“You’re not failing,” you whisper firmly. “You’re human. And you don’t have to carry all of it alone. It’s okay to let go here. With me.”
For the first time all day, he lets himself crumble. His shoulders shake as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him against you. He buries his face in your neck, and you stroke his hair, murmuring soft reassurances as the tension finally breaks. You don’t rush him, you don’t tell him to stop. You just hold him until his breathing steadies again.
After a long while, he pulls back, eyes red, face vulnerable in a way he rarely lets anyone see. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” you promise, pressing a kiss to his temple. “We’re in this together. Always.”
He nods, slowly, as if letting your words sink in. He curls into you then, arms tight around your waist like he’s afraid to let go. The silence that follows is different from earlier, softer, safer. His body relaxes against yours, and eventually his breathing evens out as sleep finally finds him.
You stay awake a little longer, watching the lines on his face smooth out, brushing your fingers over his cheek. This is what you’re here for. Not just for the smiles and the victories, but for the nights when the weight of the world feels too much. For the moments when the house is quiet and he needs somewhere to fall.
When you finally close your eyes, you know tomorrow will bring its own challenges. But tonight, he is not alone.
prompts: 'spread your legs wider' x 'you taste so good'
a/n: started writing this in between exams lol
warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), mentions of p in v, pretty tame compared to most of the other smuts
Pedri had taken you on vacation the moment the season ended. That's how you found yourself in a private resort in Hawai. You were currently sipping on a mango beverage while you watched your hot boyfriend swim for a bit.
He was so sexy right now. You grew wet just from watching him walk around in that pair of swimming trucks. They were a bit low on his waist, grazing his hips. His v-line partly visible, abs completing the view. Thank Lamine for such a great gift, lilac did suit your lover.
Back to the present though, it was like reality had become one of your wet dreams. It was natural for you to want some stimulation. To have him between your legs was preferable, wanted, needed option.
He saw how you fixed your eyes on him, like he was a piece of candy. He loved that gaze so much. It was that gaze that made him feel wanted and needed by you. It definetely had him hot and bothered.
He slowly got out of the sea. Water dripping down his abs, his skin glistening, his eyes fixed on your crossed legs. He dried himself of with a towel and turned to you.
"Hermosaaa are you keeping something from me?"
"Maybe..." you trialed of teasingly, your eyes averting back to the long forgotten book you had in your hand.
He placed one of his hands on your thigh, touching you lightly. He got closer to your face an bit the shell of your ear, licked it a bit even.
"Hmmm, no maybe baby girl, you know I'm right... Let me see how much you need me" he commanded gently
You opened your legs slowly, teasing him. You could feel how soaked you were, to the point were your bikini had a darker tone in the place it touched your pussy.
He moved both his hands on your thighs. With ease, he placed you directly on his lap. You could feel his erection even with the swimsuits between you.
The two of you started making out. Passion mixing with desperation and want. You could feel him tease the edge of your bikini like he was starved of physical touch. His hands seemed to touch you with need, like he could never get enough and in truth he really couldn't.
He turned the two of you around and positioned you under him. Your lips never breaking apart, not even for a breath. You grew lightheaded with how he was touching you all over, grabbing your thighs, your hips, your ass.
He bit your lip, asking for entrance. You of course gave him access. You could feel the need between your legs growing, you wanted something, you couldn't handle it anymore.
"Pepi, please...I need you"
"You have me amor" he replied sincerely, looking with those soft brown eyes into your own, a smile playing on his lips.
Slowly, he started kissing your body. Your neck, your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your belly button, your thighs, all the way to your ankle.
"Spread your legs wider for me baby"
And you did so without a second thought. He tore your bikini off your body with ease and got done on you. He licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit, getting a first taste.
Your could feel his hands on your thighs, the cold of his rings contradicting the heat of his mouth on you.
He took his time with it. He began his ministrations by sucking on your clit. Eagerly, like it was the best taste ever. Your hands flew to his hair, tangling it between your fingers easily. He moved towards your pussy and started licking you clean. Your taste cause him to hum against you, the feeling sending waves of pleasure to your core.
"Hmm... you taste so good amor" he would say every once in a while, whenever your hands stopped pushing his face between your thighs.
You came right there and then, but he didn't stop. He trailed a hand down to your pussy and after you rode out your orgasm he lightly teased you with it. He started using his tongue again. With little stimulation he got you even wetter than before. He entered you with his tongue at the same time he pushed a finger in.
His nose teased your clit, he rubbed you with it on purpose, causing you to arch your back, taking his finger and tongue deeper inside you. He put his entire finger in and you felt his ring against you, he never took it off when he fingered you and you loved the feeling of it against your pussy.
He entered you with a second and then a third finger. He took his time with it while giving you your second orgasm for the day.
"How 'bout I give you something bigger amor?" he whispered in your ear, his voice sexily hoarse and deep.
"Pleasee" you begged him once again.
He carried you to the bedroom of the villa easily, his arms so strong yet soft at the same time. He made love to you all night long, edging you, teasing you, kissing you. He adored even the ground you walked on. You were his jewel and drug. He could never get enough.
ꕤ pairing pedri x reader
ꕤ summary without a date for your family's Christmas party, you resort to asking a friend to pretend to be your boyfriend to avoid your aunt's comments. What could possibly go wrong?
ꕤ word count 2, 732
ꕤ tags fake dating, friends to lovers, idiots in love, fluff
ꕤ a/n helloooo, this came about completely out of nowhere (ᵕ—ᴗ—) it was supposed to be one chapter, but it'll end up being three. i'll be posting them between this week and next ᰔ I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think !!
You weren't the type to care what relatives you only saw once a year said or thought about you. But—and this was the biggest but of all—your cousin had gotten engaged one week ago. And if your aunt found out you were still single, you'd never get a break from her condescending comments.
Knowing you were about to ask Pedri for a really stupid favor, you lingered outside his door for a few minutes. You leaned against it, trying to gather your thoughts. It would only be for two days, and then everything would go back to normal.
You felt yourself fall backward as someone opened the door. Pedri's arms caught you mid-fall, and his confused expression appeared before you.
"Why are you standing outside my house without knocking?", he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you freezing?"
"I'm here to ask you a favor", you blurted out. "A really silly but important one".
His expression grew even more perplexed. An amused smile spread across his face.
"Interesting... okay. But let's go inside because I'm freezing", the brunette hummed, helping you up and letting you in.
The heating was on, so you took off your sweater and left it in the entryway. You plopped down on Pedri's sofa and kicked off your shoes to get comfortable.
"Are you thirsty, hungry?"
"Do you have the tea I like?"
"On its way".
You fiddled with one of the sofa cushions, carefully formulating your request. You trusted Pedri enough to ask him this. Your friendship, though recent, was strong. But that didn't lessen your nervousness about what you were about to propose to him.
"So, how can I help you?", he asked, sitting down beside you and placing two cups of tea on the coffee table.
"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend", you pleaded. The words had tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, but it didn't matter; better to get it over with.
The look of bewilderment returned to Pedri's face. It wasn't displeasure, just pure surprise, which you took as an indication to further elaborate.
"Let me explain. My cousin, the one who's the daughter of my unbearable aunt who's always nagging me about not having a boyfriend, just got engaged. She's two years older than me and met her now-fiancé three years ago, so she was younger than me. And I know for a fact that this year, the word 'unbearable' won't even begin to describe my aunt. I just... want some peace. I really wouldn't be asking you for this favor if it weren't my only option, but... oh God, Pedri, I'm desperate and I don't want to deal with her and her nonsense this Christmas. So please, please, please, pretend to be my boyfriend for two days during my family's party. I'll be eternally grateful, and I'll give you priority during physical therapy. Pleaaaaase", you rambled, letting it all out in one breath.
Pedri still didn't say anything, just stared at you in disbelief.
You waited patiently for him to process all the information, because yes, it was a lot. Meanwhile, you picked up your mug and started sipping your tea.
"Sure, why not?", his direct answer caught you off guard, and you choked on the drink.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I mean... how hard can it be? It's only two days".
You put your mug down on the table and threw your arms around him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You really don't know what a huge favor you're doing me", you squeezed him tightly.
"I think I need to be alive for that...", he patted your back a couple of times to let you know he was having trouble breathing. You loosened your grip and positioned yourself in front of his face. "Better".
"I'm sorry, it's just that..." you let out a little squeal and flopped back down. "You really have no idea how unbearable it gets".
"Considering you've used that word four times already, I can imagine". Pedri ran his hand through his hair, trying to comb it again. "Are you really going to give me priority in physical therapy?"
"I swear to you. No one will be above you. You call and I'll be there", you assured seriously.
"And can I ask why me?", Pedri questioned, picking up his mug and raising it to his lips.
"Well, Fermín and Gavi have girlfriends; Pau and Lamine are kids; Ferrán is... Ferrán; Erick..." you listed.
"I get it, you chose me by process of elimination", he joked.
"That, and because... I only have this kind of trust with you", you murmured, drawing random patterns on the couch.
Pedri sighed, and you looked back at him.
"It was more for that reason, really. If I didn't know you, I would have shot myself before asking anyone else".
"You've already convinced me, you don't need to continue", he said, his characteristic blush spreading across his face. He scratched his cheek, trying to hide it, but it was too late.
"But you weren't the first. The truth is, I feel like my aunt would prefer someone like Ferrán, but for that very reason, I dismissed that option immediately". You saw Pedri's annoyed face and hurriedly continued on. "But you're the best option. That's what's important".
"And where will it be?" he asked, changing the subject.
"In Madrid, at my grandmother's house. We arrive on the 24th and leave on the 26th, easy and simple", you answered. Seeing Pedri's thoughtful face, you were overcome with the thought that he might be regretting it. "You can't back out now, okay? You already agreed and..."
"Calm down, I'm not backing down”, he interjected before you spilled another stream of thoughts. “I'm just thinking about how I'm going to explain the situation to my family. The circumstances aren't exactly... normal".
"Oh, yes. Sorry, I'm just a bundle of nerves", you whispered, hiding your face in your hands.
You felt Pedri's hands patting your back.
"Everything will be fine. I promise to be the best fake boyfriend in the world".
You laughed, letting go of some of the tension that had built up over the last few days.
"Thanks, really", you said, sitting up and checking the time on your watch. "I have to go, I'm already late for a meeting".
"You would have been on time if you hadn't been standing outside my house like a crazy person".
You were about to glare at him when you remembered how much you owed him. You just ruffled his hair again as a goodbye.
"See you tomorrow, Pedri," you offered him one last smile before heading out the door.
"Did she really not consider me an option?" Ferrán asked, stretching beside him.
"No, not at all", Pedri lied, following him.
Ferran stared thoughtfully into the distance.
"Why? Is it your ego or are you genuinely interested...?" Pedri continued after a short silence.
"Look at you, the charade hasn't even started and you're already jealous", Ferrán interrupted with a sly smile.
"I'm not jealous... I... I don't even know why I told you this", Pedri grumbled.
A week had passed since you had spoken. He thought something would change during the time you had before Christmas, but... nothing did. But did something have to change? Pedri had a feeling something should have.
Of course, you kept your word to prioritize him in the team's physical therapy sessions. And Pedri began to enjoy that time more; he had the feeling you did too. Until he saw you laughing with Jules the same way you laughed with him.
This didn't go unnoticed by Ferrán, who had the ability to read him like an open book. After many questions about the "sudden favoritism," Pedri relented and told him about the arrangement. Although now, living with the consequences, he doubted whether it had been the right thing to do.
"Earth to Pedri", Ferrán's fingers snapped in front of him. "The warm-up's over. Let's get changed for the match", Ferrán said, putting an arm around his shoulder. "You don't want to lose the last match before meeting your in-laws".
Pedri tried to shake him off, but Ferran had a firm grip.
"You're impossible", he complained. Although he had to admit the thought had crossed his mind.
Pedri had intentionally lagged behind. He wanted to be the last one you attended to so he could have more time, and privacy, with you. The whirlwind that had settled in his head since you asked him for the favor hadn't calmed down for a second, but it subsided when he was near you.
"Are you still here? I thought someone else had already taken care of you?", you asked, surprised, as he walked through the door.
"Does it bother you?", he joked, settling into the stretcher.
"Of course not", you laughed. "So? Any pain, discomfort? Anything we should address before this break?"
"No, well, I just want to make sure my left leg is still okay".
"Say no more then. Turn over".
Pedri obeyed, and like hundreds of times before, he felt your hands slide up his leg. This time, however, his heart raced and a shiver ran through his body.
"Did anything hurt? You suddenly stiffened," he heard you ask, stopping your hands.
"No, sorry. Go on", Pedri cleared his throat, loosening the sudden lump that had formed in it. Your hands continued massaging nimbly, and Pedri used all his mental strength to avoid thinking about his earlier reaction. "I already spoke with my family, by the way. Everything's sorted", he reported, trying to ground his thoughts in something more concrete.
"And what did you tell them?"
"That you invited me to Madrid and I accepted, obviously omitting the part about pretending to be your boyfriend". The word, though it shouldn't mean anything, had begun to acquire a weight that increased each time he said it. "And my mom said to invite you next year".
"Your mom is so sweet".
"Just like her son", Pedri heard the giggle his comment provoked. "So, are your jokes about me over now that I'm going to do you this favor?"
"I didn't know you were a masochist", now it was Pedri's turn to laugh. "But don't worry, we'll be back to normal on December 27th".
Pedri's stomach churned. "Back to normal," yes, that's what the end of this held. Back to routine, back to his heart not leaping every time someone mentioned your name and his mouth not forming a smile every time he saw you walk in the stadium, even if it was just in a rush.
"All finished. You're doing quite well. You'll just have to keep working on it, calmly, during the break to return in ideal condition", you advised, your hands leaving his skin.
Pedri turned around and saw you washing the muscle creams off your hands. He'd never noticed the adorable way your mouth puckered while you did it.
Shit. He had to stop staring at you so much.
A knock announced Ferrán's entrance into the room.
"Am I interrupting?", despite sounding innocent, Pedri knew the question had a double meaning.
"Not at all. We're finished, you're free to take him", you replied, drying your hands.
"Any plans for Christmas?", Ferrán sat down next to Pedri on the stretcher, while Pedri put his shoes back on.
Your knowing gaze traveled from Pedri to Ferrán, finally landing back on Pedri. A slight blush had settled on your cheeks.
"How long ago did you tell him?"
"Four days ago", Ferran answered first. "And I want you to know that I'm very offended, and hurt, that I wasn't an option".
Confusion flashed across your face for a moment. You gave Pedri a mischievous smile, who, in return, looked away, scratching his neck.
"Don't take it personally", you apologized with a pout.
"I won't. I know Pedri is more the type you take to meet your family", Pedri rolled his eyes at the comment. "While I... well, I give off more of a tormented-man vibe".
Ferran's smug expression vanished as soon as you burst out laughing.
"God, you're a gem", you said, wiping away tears that had welled up from laughing so hard. "Anyway, enjoy your last team talk. I'm going home", you slinged your bag over your shoulder.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8 a.m.", Pedri reminded you as you walked past him.
"I'll be waiting", you smiled at him. You turned to Ferran. "Goodbye, tormented man, happy holidays".
And with that, your figure disappeared behind the door.
"You'll have her all to yourself for two days and you're still hoarding her. You're so greedy", Ferrán teased.
"And you're an idiot", Pedri stood up and started walking towards the exit.
"I thought you were Mr. 'I'm always 20 minutes early for talks,' and look at you. We're already late".
"And we'll be even later if we don't hurry", Pedri could feel the blush deepening in his cheeks. The last thing he needed was for Ferrán to notice.
You were already outside your building when you saw Pedri's car in the distance. You grabbed your two suitcases to get closer to the street. When it reached you , Pedri got out of the back seat and helped you put your suitcases in the trunk.
"You're so punctual", you said, surprised.
"Good morning to you too", he replied.
As you got into the car, you greeted his parents, who were in the front seats.
"Thank you for inviting him, that's very kind of you. And you know, if you'd like to spend New Year's with us, you're more than welcome", Rosy offered sweetly.
"Thank you all so much for lending him to me for the holidays", you smiled. "And if Pedri isn't fed up with me by New Year's, I'll accept your offer".
"We'll see then", Pedri interjected before his mother could reply.
The drive to the airport was calm; apparently, Pedri's parents were returning to Tenerife for the holidays. Pedri would be joining them for the last week of the year. And now, with his mother's invitation, there was a chance you might be there too. The way Pedri spoke about his island made you want to go, though you'd respect his wishes if he needed a break from you after Christmas.
Upon arriving at the airport, you were taken to the boarding area. After saying goodbye and thanking their parents again, you gave them some space to say their final goodbyes.
"Have you had breakfast yet?", Pedri asked, joining you.
"No, have you?"
"Me neither. Let's find somewhere then".
You headed to a small café to order something. Once you had your food, you sat down.
"So... what does your family know about our... supposed relationship?", Pedri's fingers fidgeted with his coffee cup.
"Honestly, nothing. They don't even know who I'm bringing", you noted and Pedri raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know who would be okay with the idea, so I decided not to name names. All they know is that I'm bringing someone who's been my boyfriend for a few months".
"How many months?" Pedri leaned closer with a playful smile.
The gesture caused a sudden tug at your heart.
"Let's say four", you reasoned, looking away and focusing on the cup in front of you. "The rest will be the truth. We met two years ago when I joined the team's fitness staff. We became friends and then... boyfriend and girlfriend, I guess".
Pedri nodded, convinced by the story.
"But I doubt we'll be the center of attention. After all, the biggest news story is my cousin's engagement", you observed, taking the last of your coffee. "Besides, my family is small. It'll just be my grandmother; my mother; my two aunts, each with their husbands; my uncle; and my four cousins".
"Does your mother know that...?"
"This is fake? Yes. Yes, she wasn't totally excited about the idea, but I managed to convince her to accept it".
"Well, it seems you've got everything under control then".
"Yes, you'll see, it'll be a very peaceful two days", you encouraged optimistically.
Pedri snorted with a smile, shaking his head. You knew the situation was bizarre, quite avoidable to be honest. But—and this was the biggest but of all—your aunt had pushed you into a desperate situation. And those kinds of situations required equally desperate solutions.
pedri x reader / comfort / fluff / slight angst (?) / probably badly written Spanish or wording (I’m sorryyyy)
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The ball hit the wooded fence surrounding your yard with another dull thud, bouncing off before rolling back to his feet. He barely stopped to catch his breath before kicking again, his focus sharp, unrelenting.
You watched from the kitchen window, arms folded, the glow of the stove light catching the worried lines on your face. He’d been out there since mid afternoon, and the sun had long dipped below the horizon. Even now, under the soft lights of the backyard, his movements were relentless, almost desperate.
You chewed on your lip. Pedri wasn’t usually like this at home—training, yes for two hours, but never this long, with this… obsession. Something in your chest tugged.
Grabbing your phone, you typed quickly, thumb hovering over a contact. Finally, you tapped Gavi’s name.
You
Hey, is Pedri okay?
He’s been outside for hours?
The typing bubbles appeared almost instantly.
gavs
yeah… míster’s been hard on him lately. he’s stressed.
he feels like he’s not giving enough to the team.
You
okay. thank you gavs.
i’ll take care of him.
gavs
you’re the best for him, you know.
You sighed, leaning against the counter. It wasn’t surprising, but still—seeing it up close made your heart ache.
You pocketed your phone, already pulling plates from the cupboard. If he wouldn’t come in, you’d bring the inside to him.
Within minutes, you had his favorite dinner that his mom had thought you when he was injured, two glasses of water, all balanced on the tray, and a soft blanket draped over your arm. You pushed the back door open, the crisp night air carrying the sound of his steady kicks.
“Pedri,” you called gently, walking onto the grass. He didn’t look up, but you had received a “hmm?” , he continued chasing the ball, weaving it through imaginary defenders.
“Amor, please,” you tried again, this time with more weight in your tone.
He finally glanced at you, chest heaving, his shirt clinging with sweat. His eyes softened for a second—then hardened again as he turned back to the ball. “I need to keep going, cariño. Solo un poco mas.”
You shook your head, setting the tray down firmly on the grass. “No. What you need is to eat. To rest. To breathe. Look at you—you’re running yourself into the ground.”
Pedri paused, his jaw tightening. “If I stop, I’ll fall behind. They need me, el equipo me necesito.”
“They need you healthy, Pedri. They need you whole. Yo te necesita más.”
That finally made him look at you, really look. His expression cracked, just a little, as if he hadn’t realized how much his silence was hurting you.
You knelt on the blanket, patting the spot beside you. “Come. Sit. Eat. For me.”
He lingered there, torn between the ball at his feet and the warmth in your voice. Then with a defeated sigh, he kicked the ball aside and trudged over, lowering himself beside you.
“Está bien,” he muttered.
You handed him a plate, watching as he reluctantly took a bite. The silence stretched, filled only by the distant hum of the city and the rustle of leaves. Slowly, the rigid tension in his shoulders began to soften.
“You don’t have to carry all of this alone,” you whispered, brushing a curl from his forehead.
He swallowed hard, setting the fork down. “Sometimes it feels like I do. Everyone expects me to be perfect. And when I’m not…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “No quiero fallarlos.”
Your heart broke at the vulnerability in his voice. You reached for his hand, squeezing gently. “You won’t fail. You’re human, amor, not a machine. And when you push yourself like this, you only break yourself faster.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you set the plate aside and lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the sky. The stars winked faintly above Barcelona, scattered across the dark canvas.
Pedri blinked at you, confused. “What are you doing?”
“Come here,” you said softly.
He hesitated—then, with a quiet laugh, stretched out beside you, one arm brushing yours.
The two of you lay there in silence, the night wrapping around you like a cocoon. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the faint sound of the city. You turned your head toward him, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Pedri inhaled sharply, your words sinking deep. His eyes softened, his hand finding yours against the blanket.
“Olvidar el mundo?” he murmured, his accent rich with emotion. He squeezed your fingers, lifting them to his lips. “Contigo, siempre.”
The ball sat forgotten in the grass, and for once, Pedri let it stay there. He didn’t move, didn’t plan, didn’t worry. He simply lay beside you, the weight on his chest lightening under the stars, breathing in sync with yours.
And for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to rest—because with you, he could.
We're half way done with TASTH RR#1, so enjoy the completed pages.
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daughter of hollywood actress sofia vergara. a father’s golden girl. best friend of up-coming podcast host alana fernandez. first love of famous footballer pedri, but also the footballer’s baby-trapper. a career sabotage. a loose cannon. the blame for everything. another stuck-up, ungrateful nepo kid.
y/n vergara is determined to prove every assumption wrong and show who she’s really is.
one
two – coming soon
this series will contain: strong language, sexual themes, google translations, cheating illusions, slightly toxic relationships (?) miscommunication, not the best mother-daughter dynamic (favouritism) teen pregnancy (be safe out there!) alcohol consumption (party girl era) online abuse, false narratives (haters gon hate.) based during 2033 events.
this story is a work of fiction. plots and narratives are a result of my imagination and are not actually like this in real life.
notes: let me know if you’re interested in this series! 🥰
