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spidybaby · 4 months ago

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The Lucky One

Summary: Fer tries to play Cupid with you, and it ends up not being what he expected.

Warnings: name calling, cursing, secret relationship.

A/N: Hello my shaylas, how are you??? I'm finally back. After trying for days to post, tumblr allowed me to do it! Love you all. I hope you are having an amazing day ❤️

"When are you going to let me set you up in a blind date?" Fer asks.

You roll your eyes. "Why can't I just stay single?" You ask.

Fernando hugs you by the shoulders, he laughs at how you are frowning your eyebrows.

"Vamos, there's nothing wrong with being single." He says. "I'm just worried about you."

You frown even harder. Looking at him with a confused look on your face. "Why?"

"Joder! I met you a little over a year ago, and you never introduced me or any of the guys here to a boy or talked about a love interest."

You take his arm away from you. "I'm sorry I've been busy with life." You say, walking to the fridge.

You met Fernando in a culinary course. He was the second chef in charge. You bonded with him when you asked him to help you with some recipes.

He stayed some extra time with you in the kitchen where the class was taking place. He made sure you understood everything.

You two created a nice friendship. You even invited him to your birthday. It was something genuine and very respectful.

You two were in your house, you were practicing the last dish of the course. You needed to make it perfectly to be able to pass the course.

"You are mixing the wrong way." He says, smiling at you.

He takes the bowl to his side, grabbing the spoon and showing you how to do it.

You sigh. Rolling your eyes and grabbing back the bowl.

"Who do you even want to introduce me to?"

Fernando smirks, taking his phone out of his pocket. "He's a friend of mine, I promise you are going to love him."

You shake your head no at his exciment.

"One thing, I don't do clubs." You point out. "I don't feel like meeting someone on a very crowded place."

Fer nods, texting quickly.

"What about my house?" He suggests. "My parents are not going to be there, and my brother is busy during the evening."

You nod, agreeing to his crazy proposal.

"Okay, my house, this weekend." He smiles. "Lunch will be."

"Okay, I'll do my best to not have a bitch face the whole evening."

"Great!" He says. "Now, you are mixing it wrong again."

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"You are here!" Fer says, opening the door to his house. "My friend is almost here." He explains.

He grabs your wrist, pulling you inside of the house. You two walk into the house and in the kitchen.

"Ve!" He says, hurrying you to go into the backyard.

You open the door, already feeling uncomfortable. You find two boys and one girl. You say a shy greeting to them.

"Chicos, she's Y/n." Fer introduces you to them. "This is Pam." He says, pointing to a girl. "This is Adrian, he and Pam are a couple."

"Hola!" They both say.

"This other one is Mike." He points to the last one. "He's a friend from Tenerife."

"Nice to meet you." You smile.

You start a small talk with Pam. She was nice and tried to make you talk and get to know the others.

"And I study to be a teacher." She says.

You smile at her. You tell her about yourself. She was very interested and asked you some questions.

"So you think Fer is a food chef?" Adrian asks, a mischievous tone behind the question.

"I do, he's very helpful."

"He once burned the chicken." Mike says, both Adrian and him were looking at Fer in a funny way.

"One time!" He laughs. "Y/n, can you help me with something?" He asks.

You nod, excusing yourself and walking inside the house.

Fer asked you to help him with some snacks. He trusted you more than what he trusted his cousin with flavor.

You joke with him about that burned chicken. He was trying to act as if that didn't really happened and it was because his little brother distracted him.

You take the snacks out and walk back to see if Fer needed any more help. You find him texting with one hand, and the other is mixing something that is on the stove.

"Don't burn that." You say.

"One time!" He repeats. "And it was my brother's fault."

"Was he cooking?"

He was about to answer, but the doorbell interrupted him. You have a feeling on who it is. Mostly because Fernando has this smirk again.

"I'm getting it." He says, turning the stove off and rushing to the door.

You like to say that you don't care about this "blind encounter" or whatever this is supposed to be.

Yet you can't help but check your hair and check if you look presentable. As much as you hate the idea of being in this situation, you at least want to look good.

You take a deep breath, only a few hours, and then you can ghost this guy. Nice and smooth. Or maybe you are actually going to like this guy, and maybe it's going to be a nice evening.

"Ya volvimos!" Fer says, walking to the kitchen with this tall, blonde guy. You tried your best to hide your emotions.

You can't help but feel a little comical. Fer really never asked you what your type was. You definitely were not into blonde guys.

Strike one.

"This is Daniel." Fer introduces the guy.

"Hola," you smile at him. "I'm Y/n."

"Fer told me a lot about you." Daniel smiles.

"I'm checking on the others. You guys can talk here." Fer says, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

You two stood there in an awkward silence. You try to think of something to say that makes a nice conversation.

"Fer told me you are a chef." He says, getting a little closer.

"Not quite a chef." You chuckle. "I'm just learning to cook some fancy dishes." You explain. "Want to go out with everyone?"

"Mmm, let's sit on the couch." He smiles.

You nod, walking with him to the couch. You act quickly and sit on the single one. Letting him sit on the large one that was next to the one you are in.

"What do you do?" You ask, trying to keep the flow.

"Not much." He says, shrugging.

"Are you in college?" You try to ask something again.

"Yeah, I am." He smiles.

You smile back, very awkward at how bad this was going. You two just seat there, the horrible silence that was created by the lack of conversation was killing you.

"I heard that you like to play basketball." You say, remembering a little of what Fernando described him to be.

"Oh, I do." He says, very monotone tone. "I think people are more focused on football these days, but I've been training since I was a kid and-"

You zone out after a few seconds. Couldn't he just say < yes, I do > and move out with the topic?

"And I really think that the Lakers are better than the Warriors."

"Yeah, I like tennis." You say, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I like tennis too." He says in a happy tone. "Who's your favorite player?"

"Serena Williams."

He chuckles. "I mean, yes, she's a tennis player, in theory." He starts.

Don't say it, you think.

Don't.

"But who's your favorite real tennis player?"

You hang your head low. "Nadal." You sigh.

Second strike.

"Let's go with the others." You say, getting up and walking straight to the garden.

The way Pam smiled at you and patted the chair next to her was so cute to you.

"Was it bad?" She asks, whispering so no one else hears.

"I mean, he still has one strike." You chuckle.

You two talk about different topics. You really got to know her and like her. Maybe that can be a consolation for the blind date thing.

You won't walk out of there with a "boyfriend" like Fernando wanted you to, but you definitely will walk out with a new friend.

"Hey, Y/n." Daniel calls you.

You turn to him, humming so he can say what he needs to say. You were eating the food that Fernando prepared.

"You asked me about basketball, maybe you can drop off at tomorrows practice."

Was that his idea of a date?

Was that even an invitation for a date?

"I'll think about it." You say, smiling lightly.

"Yeah, maybe we can go out and see that femenine tennis game at the bar that's close to where I train."

"Oh, you like tennis?" Mike asks, smiling.

"I do, I trained and played a good number of games when I was a kid-"

"She likes Serena Williams." Daniel says. "Like I asked her for a tennis player, not a lady with a racket."

Everybody fell quiet. He definitely thought that I was going to be a funny joke and that everyone was going to burst out laughing.

"I like Serena Williams too." Pam says. "I think she's the best and some of the younger girls on tennis really look up to her."

"Do you guys want more salad?" You ask, trying to change the topic. "It's amazing."

"Yeah, Fer." Adrian says. "Thank you, hermano. This is amazing, thank you for not burning it."

"One fucking time!" Fernando laughs.

You all laughed at him, and he started to say how much his reputation mattered to him, that the burned food was ruining it.

"Do you need help with the dessert?" You ask him, seeing that he got up to go back inside.

"The last you can do after ruining my reputation." He jokes.

You walk inside with him. Helping him with serving some ice cream into cups. You help him with taking them outside.

"I'll be right back." You say to Pam, who wanted to tell you something.

You notice Fer washings his hands on the sink. You had caramel on your hands also, so you needed to wash them too.

"Fer, where is your bathroom?" You ask, sticking your hands together to play with the caramel on them.

"It's the door in front of the stairs, almost at the front." He points.

You nod, walking to the entrance. You find the bathroom, but the problem now was that your hands were sticky with caramel.

You tried with your elbow, but it was no use. Try with your arm, but it was too heavy for it to open up.

"Quieres ayuda?" You hear someone say behind you. (Do you need help?)

You turn, finding a boy. He definitely was Fernando's brother because they do look alike.

"Si, please." You smile at him. "I have caramel all over my hands, and I can't open it."

He chuckles. "We all been there." He says, trying to make you less worried.

"Gracias, mmm?" You humm, trying to get him to tell you his name.

"Pedri." He says with a smile.

"Gracias, Pedri." You repeat, but this time you say his name.

He does this winking with both eyes. You can't help but find that attractive in some way. He was like a remastered version of Fernando.

A better one, you may say.

"If you need help with something else, I'll be in the kitchen." He smiles.

You nod, smiling at him. "Gracias." You repeat, walking inside the bathroom.

You wash your hands quickly, a part of you want to rush to be able to meet Fer's brother in the kitchen.

The other knows that if Fernando finds out you are trying to make a move on his brother, he will be mad.

Maybe that was the reason why he had never talked about him before. Maybe he was just nice to strangers, and was that annoying boy Fer always yap about.

You walk back to the living room. Thankfully, the kitchen was right next to it, so it was easy for Fer and Pedri to see you walking back.

"The caramel is gone." You say to fer, showing him your hands.

He chuckles, "Hey, this is Pedri." He says, turning to where pedri is, giving him a small hit on the head. "My little brother."

You nod, smiling at him. "Nice to know the one you blame for the burned food." You mess with Fer.

"Jo'er!" Pedri laughs. You can't help but find his laugh so cute. "Don't believe him, I wasn't in the house that day."

You giggle, looking at him.

He was also looking at you.

"Y/n is the one who made the lemon cake from the other day." Fer explains to Pedri. "He loved it, ate almost every slice of it."

You smile while bitting your lip. "Glad to know someone liked it." You say to Pedri.

"Buaf, liked it is not enough." He chuckles. "I broke my diet, so worth it."

"I can bake some for you."

Pedri nods, smiling like a little kid.

Fer calls your name from the backyard. You smile at pedri and walk outside.

"Your ice cream." Pam says.

You sit down, grabbing the spoon and mixing the very melted ice cream you had in front of you. You listen to the conversation, not wanting to involve yourself on it.

From your place you can see Pedri inside of the house, he was playing with the family dog. You knew the dog from Fernando's insta stories.

You can't help but smile at how delicate he is being with the dog.

"Oye," Daniel says to you. "I can give you a ride home. Fer mentioned that you didn't bring your car."

You scrunch your nose. "It's okay, I can order an Uber." You smile.

"Nonsense, I'll take you." He smiles, passing his arm around your shoulders.

You cringe at the action. Quickly grabbing the plates that are in front of you and him.

"Fer!" You say, getting up and making his arm leave your body. "Let me help you with the dishes."

"Oh si, we will help you." Pam says, grabbing some of the plates.

Daniel passed you Mike's plate while Pam had hers, Adriand and Fernandos plate. You walk with her to the kitchen.

"You really don't like him." She whispers.

"Qué?" You ask, trying to act as if you don't understand. "Wha- What are you talking about?"

"Dani, he's been all over you, and you've been so evasive with him."

You stayed quiet, making a face that makes her laugh.

"Let's just say that he's not my cup of tea." You say quietly. "He's just everything that I don't like combined in one dumb dude."

"He really doesn't know when to shut up." She sighs.

You just nodded, not really wanting to talk about it. Daniel was a little bit over himself and was the typical macho guy who thought that he's all that.

You stayed in the kitchen while the boys were outside. They were standing up, so maybe it meant that I was time for the gathering to end.

"Hey, give me your number." Pam says, taking her phone out of her pocket. "That way we can hang out."

You nod, happy and excited that you made a friend. You two share numbers and Instas.

"Party's over." Fer says, entering with the boys to the house.

You say goodbye to Adrian and Mike, giving a small hug to Pam and wave at Fer that was busy loading the dishwasher.

You notice that Daniel was in the backyard talking on the phone. You walk your way to the door to be able to get out before he gets off the phone.

You close the house front door and take your phone to order an Uber. Sadly for you, you were facing the consequences of your own actions.

You were too lazy to change your phone before getting ready, telling yourself that the charge that was left was enough for the day.

Well, it wasn't.

"Shit." You curse, trying not to be loud.

"Tas' bien?"

You lift your head and turn back to the house, finding Pedri looking at you.

"Si, I just got 1% of battery left, and I can't order my Uber." You say, smiling to hide your embarrassment.

"I can take you home." He smiles. "I'm going out, and I don't mind dropping you off."

"I don't want to be a bother." You say, feeling a little shy. "I'll just find a cab."

"Qué va! I'll take you." He says, walking close to you. "Vamos, I left the car outside."

He places his hand on your back, pushing you very lightly for you to walk. You feel this small goosebump.

He not only opens the door of his house to you but also the door of his car. You know that's not something that needs to wow you, but it does.

"Where to, señorita?" He asks happily.

You giggle at his enthusiasm. "Do you by any chance know the Calid Apartments?"

"Si, it's close to camp nou."

You nod. "Yes, the precious Camp nou."

"Do you like football?" He asks.

You shake your head no. "I'm bad at every sport known to man." You laugh, making him laugh. "That's why I picked cooking as my skill."

"You sure are good at that one." He says. "I'm not letting you bit out of the fact that you offered me more of that lemon cake."

He stopped at a red light, head turned to you. The way he was smiling at you and the way the red light hit the high spots of his face.

You were kind of thankful that the red light was hiding your blushed face.

"I'll make you as much lemon cake as you want." You whisper.

"Promise?" He whispers back, smiling at you.

"Yes." You giggle.

The car behind you honk as soon as the light turns green. Making Pedri's eyes move from you to the street.

"Do you want to play some music?" He asks, trying to act normal, he unlock his phone and passes it to you.

You grab the phone, opening spotify and pressing play to the song that was already playing.

The rest of the drive was silent. Not an uncomfortable one, you feel relaxed in some type of way.

You got a text from Fernando, he was asking you where you were. You block your phone, you'll deal with that later.

"We are here." Pedri says, parking in front of the building.

"Gracias, Pedri." You smile at him. "You saved me. Drive safe."

You close the door of his car, waving at him. You only get to walk a few steps before you hear Pedri calling your name.

You turn back to the car, his window is now down. He has that smile that is growing on you.

"Si?"

"Do you want to see a football game?"

You scrunch your nose. "Well, like i said, I don't know anything about football. Why?"

He chuckles, "I have a game this weekend, it's at 2 pm." He explains. "I know that's in four days, but I was wondering if you would like to come?"

You nod quite quickly. "I might not get anything, but I would like to." You smile.

"Talking about that, I can explain some basics to you."

You nod happily. "Give me your phone." You ask, getting your hand inside his car. You pick his phone, saving your number on his contacts. "You have my number. Text me whenever you are free."

He winks at you, saying a quick goodbye. You turn right before entering the building, waving at him.

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"Hola!" You say, opening the door for Pedri.

"Hola, guapa." He smiles.

You step aside so he can get inside. He has a bag on his hands.

"What's that?" You ask, curious about it.

He hands you the bag. "For you." He smiles.

You grab it, also grabbing his wrist and walking with him to your couch. You sit and open the bag.

It was a simple bag, no indication of what was inside whatsoever. That is why when you open it, you are taken by surprise. It was a barca jersey.

"Una camisa!" You say happy. You take the jersey out and check it. (A jersey!)

"This is the black one." He explains, "we have a green one, the blaugrana one and this one."

You check the back to see which player he picked. "It's empty." You say.

He nods. "I'll let you decide which player you want."

You nod. "Cristino!" You smile.

He burst out laughing at your words. When you mentioned that you didn't know anything about football, he thought that maybe you meant the bases of the game, not that you didn't even knew the players or teams.

"I mean, he was in Real Madrid." He explains.

"Oh," you say, blushing at how dumb you must look. "Then who's on your team?"

"We got Gavi, Ferran, Cubarsi." He began naming the players. "We had Messi."

"I know that one." You smile. "But in my mind, he was a psg player."

"He was, before Miami."

You nod. "Do you want something to drink?" You ask him. "The lemon cake is in the oven." You tease.

"Fuck, can I be honest with you?"

"Siempre." You giggle.

"I trained extra hard just because I knew you would bake something."

"I promise it'll be worth it."

You notice that he has a piece of grass on his hair, you think about it for a few seconds. You decide to move your hand to the side of his head, taking the grass off of him.

"I can tell you trained hard." You joke with him, showing him the small trace of grass on your hand.

Your hand goes back to that section of hair, combing it with your fingers to make sure there is nothing left.

Pedri's eyes are running along your features, the way the natural light makes you look like a work of art.

Maybe it's because it's been a long time since he ever felt this attracted to someone. Maybe it's because you are so new to him, and that makes him want to have you around till he knows you.

Or maybe, just maybe it's because you are not like those other girls in his past. You don't care that he plays in one of the biggest teams of Europe.

You don't care that he just invited you to one big game, you don't even know who is on the team or what position he plays in.

You don't care about his money or take a picture with him to get followers and get people talking about you.

"Done." You smile. "Now, where do we start?"

Pedri clears his throat. "Okay, I know that Real Sociedad and Girona match is being replayed in about fifteen minutes, so I think that we can watch it and I'll explain everything to you."

You nod, letting Pedri get on his zone. He was happy that he got to share something he loved like football.

Pedri takes his time with you, explaining every little detail. There was an offside? He will explain to you why that happens and how to not get offsided.

Was there a yellow? Okay, now you know why you get a yellow. What about two yellow? No problem, he has an explanation.

Someone got a red? Well, now you can tell what kind of red card that is. If it was for too many yellows, if it was for a foul, for violence or any other kind of red.

You know now that Pedri is a midfielder, he explains what he does and why his position was important in the game.

"Pacheco is a defender." He explains, pointing to the player. That's why he seems more aggressive."

"Got it." You nod.

During the game, Zubimendi got tackled by Martinez feet. You frown, knowing now that it was a very evident yellow.

"Wait, why is the guy that gives the cards not giving him a yellow? That was a clear foul." You argue.

Pedri can't help the laugh. "Referee, guapa." He says. "And sometimes you'll notice that referees don't give cards or mark a clear thing. That's because they are some cabrones."

"Okay, so the match is almost done, 90 minutes completed. The referee is now supposed to give extra time that will do to make up for lost time."

"Two minutes?" You ask. "What can you do with two minutes?" You frown.

You not also learned that two minutes was a valuable time in football, but also you learned that you spoke way too soon.

"That is what you can do with two minutes." He says after one player scored. "He can even get another one."

You get up, walking to the kitchen to cut the now cold cake. You place a big slice on a plate. You grab a fork and walk back to the couch.

You handed the cake to him, who didn't even last more than five seconds before taking it into his own hands.

"This is amazing." He says, closing his eyes.

"Glad you like it." You smile. "I'll put the rest in a topper and you can take it home."

"Eres la mejor." He says with a mouth full. (You are the best)

You stayed quiet, watching him enjoy his slice of cake. You feel happy that he was so vocal about liking your food.

You let him talk a little bit more about football. You don't understand, but watching him talk and being so open about it makes him so attractive.

"I'll invite my cousin and his girlfriend." He explains. "Adrian mentioned that you two hit off very well."

"Si, she's really nice."

"Vale, then I think my work here is done." He chuckles. "I'll send you the pass information the morning of the game."

You nod, walking back to the kitchen to save the rest of that cake for him.

"Save a piece for Fer." You tell him.

"I can try." He says, shrugging. "But I might not be that successful."

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"You are alive!" Fer says, exaggerating his tone.

"Never stopped." You laugh.

"Pero joder, you stopped answering my texts." He argues. "You only answer Pam's texts." He rolls his eyes.

"Don't be jealous, you are my favorite loser." You say, hugging him. "I'm sorry I didn't answer, it's just that I was busy." You lie.

"Aja. Sure." He smiles. "Also, Daniel asked me for your number the night of the party and I gave it to him."

You nod, faking a smile. "I know, he texted me." You say.

As much as you want to say that his friend is weird and that you didn't really hit it off with him, you don't.

"Subete! Let's go to camp nou." He does a little dance. "Are you excited?"

You nod, "Very much, I even got a kit." You say, pointing to your jersey.

"You finally caught onto a sport." Fer teases, knowing that you are not good at any sport.

You scuff, hitting his arm very lightly. You roll your eyes, knowing that he is right in mocking you.

You let him tell you about this movie he saw last night. He was so happy with the plot while you pay no attention to him.

Your whole focus was on Pedri's texts, he was asking if you if you were ready for the match and if you had your new jersey on.

You smile at the picture he sent you, it was him ready for warm up. You feel comfortable with him and you feel happy that he feels comfortable enough to be natural with you.

You send him a picture of the road. Updating him on where you are and that you have the jersey he gifted you.

You can't lie, a few days ago you were all < I don't need a new friend / boyfriend. I'm fine alone." But now that Pedri made his way into your life, you are enjoying it.

"Are you even listening to me?" Fer asks.

You nod. "Yes, you burned the banana bread your mother asked you to bake." You say, blocking your screen.

"Who are you even talking to?"

You feel your heart jump from the question.

You aren't doing anything wrong, but you are also sure he won't be happy to know his friend is talking to his little brother.

"Daniel." You say, not thinking enough. You mentally hit yourself because that will create a problem.

"Okay!" Fer says, smiling. "My work as Cupid is amazing, I see."

You stayed quiet, hearing him talk about other topics. You check your phone from time to time to answer Pedri's texts.

When you two arrive at the stadium, you feel kind of nervous. You never been to a game or never really been attracted to any sport so this feeling was new for you.

But you weren't just attracted to the sport, you feel attracted to the boy playing that sport.

"Adrian is inside with Pam." Fer says.

You feel happy, the stadium was really big. You remember that Pedri told you that the Camp Nou was even bigger and that it was better.

Fer and you walk over to the stand, you see that people are starting to take their seats. You follow fer to the correct seats.

"Y/n!" Pam says, getting up to greet you. "Love your jersey."

"Thank you, love yours!" You say, hugging her. "Hola Adrian." You say to the boy next to her.

You sit between Pam and Fernando. He wanted for you to sit there so he could explain som parts of the game to you.

You spend the remaining time until the match starts talking with fer and Pam. Adrian and her had an idea of going to Tenerife to have a relaxing weekend.

Fer was happy because that means visiting his family and being able to have a nice weekend with his friends from Tenerife.

"We can use one of Pedri's days off." Fer suggests. "I know he has some next month, and I think it's on the week that he will play againt Las Palmas."

"That's amazing!" Pam says. "You are coming, right?"

You shrugged. "Can I confirm later?" You ask.

"Venga, you have to come!" Adrian says.

"She will, I'll make sure of it."

The conversation got interrupted by the screaming of the people. You all turn attention to the field where the players were coming.

You see the players doing the intro and everything. To you it was amazing, you never seen that before, and you are sure you look like another young boy in the stadium seeing their favorite players for the first time.

They got in position, ready to play. Pedri turns to the bleachers, he's trying to spot his brother or cousin.

When he does, he notices you next to Fer. His smile grows. He turns back to the field, he needs to have his mind on the ball and not on the bleachers.

You try your best to enjoy the game, doing your best to remember what Pedri told you. When one of the players from the other team pushes the number 9, you quickly frown.

"But that's a clear foul." You say, noticing how the referee gives zero fucks about the in clear pain player. "Why is he not giving him a yellow?"

Fer turns to you. "Because he's an asshole." Fer says.

You turn back to the field. The 9 got up and is talking to the referee. You try to understand why it is so complicated to give a card when it's so obviously deserved.

"Espera," Fer says, turning back to you. "Did you just say the word foul and yellow card?" He asks surprised.

"I'm not that dumb." You laugh.

The first half was good. You stressed about the fact that the players of the other team were on and on over the barca players.

"I hate this game." You say t everyone. You have a pout on your face. "Why is the referee that way?"

"That's what we all ask each other week after week." Adrian says.

"Wait for them to foul Pedri." Fer says on a bitter tone. "They love to ignore how other players attack him."

You just frown. Why would anyone attack that gorgeous man?

You sake that thought out of your head. "That's fucked up." You say to Fer.

Thankfully to you, the rest wasn't that long. You hear the screams and people chanting different players' names.

The second time was somehow worse than the first. Fer wasn't lying when he explained to you that the referees hated barca.

Number 7 makes a wrong move and tackles the 11 of the other team. You can see how the yellow card shines in his direction.

But thanks to Pedri, number 3 and number 2. The game got more interesting. Pedri assist number 9 and he scores a goal.

"Only the extra time left." Adrian says. "And we are still leaders on La Liga."

"Is that good?" You ask Fer.

"That's amazing!" He smiles. "Remember, you always want for us to be leaders."

After the extra minutes the game was over. That meant three more points for barca and a clearly free way to the top.

Pedri got named motm, meaning he was leaving with a trophy. He explained that motm meant that he was the best player among the two teams.

The four of you walk back to the parking lot after waiting a while for the people to start leaving.

"Oye, we will head home for pizza and a drink." Fer says, to you. "And you are coming too."

You nod, thanking him for inviting you to go with them.

"Also I texted Daniel, he will be there in an hour. It's enough time for us to get there."

You got serious. It's not like you hated the guy, but if you had to save an ice cream cone from the sun or save him... yeah the ice cream.

Fer explained to you that Pedri has his car and he will get home after showering and talking to some players.

You check your phone when it vibrates. You had two texts, one from Pedri asking you how the match was from your pov.

And the second one was from Daniel, telling you that he was excited to see you at Fer's and that maybe you can plan an outing while you are there.

You obviously answer the first text, telling Pedri your thoughts. You even tell him that you were enow mad at that specific referee and will find him for not giving a yellow when he got tackled.

You can't help but feel bad at Daniel's text. You hate to ignore people, you answer with a thumbs up emoji.

You made your way to Fer's house. Picking the pizza and some beverages on the way. You text Pedri, asking him if he was planning on drinking something.

He answered that he won't and that he might just stick to some water because he has a recovery training tomorrow in the evening.

"Can you help Pam with the pizza while Adrian and I make the dri-" Fer was saying, but the doorbell interrupted him. "Maybe please open the door?"

You nod, smiling at him and handing the pizza boxes to Pam. You walk to the door and open it.

"Hola, mi guapa." Daniel says, smiling at you. "You look amazing on that."

"Hola." You say, very dry tone.

You turn, leaving him at the door and walking back inside.

Pam was about to talk but she noticed the boy behind you. "Oh, Hi." She says, waving at him.

Daniel was too busy with his phone to answer to her. "Where Fer?" He asks you.

You share a look with Pam, rolling your eyes you point to the patio. You then help with placing the pizzas on plates for the boys and for you.

You walk to the patio with a few plates while you see Fernando and Adrian trying to imitate a tutorial on tik tok.

"Hard much?" You ask, laughing at them. "Let's just drink it 70/30 and call it a night." You suggest.

They agree and bring the drinks to the table. You talk for a while about the match, updating Daniel on how the match went.

You get a text from Pedri saying that he was about to get home. You wanted to talk for a while with him before he got taken by Adrian and Fer.

"I'll go to the bathroom." You say, getting up. "Anyone needs more pizza? I can grab some when I'm back." You ask, trying to make it sound normal.

As if it was you saying you are going to the area 51 or something. You are just going to the bathroom.

They all answer yes to your question. You say you'll bring the box to let them grab a slice by themselves.

You walk to the bathroom just in time to see Pedri walking inside the house.

"Hola." He smiles, you can tell he is tired because of his eyes. "Having a good time?"

You nod, giving him a quick hug hello. "You look tired." You say. "I mean, obviously you are, you just played a lot. Sorry, that sounded really dumb, but also maybe you have a lot of energy because sometimes exercise gives you energy." You ramble.

He chuckles, finding cute how you are trying to remedy your words. "Buaf, a little tired, but I'll maybe go outside. I heard that there's pizz-"

"Y/n." Daniel calls. "There you are, we are waiting on that pizza." He says.

You turn to him, frown from how you were just absent for barely three minutes now. "Oh, it's on the counter in the kitchen." You say.

"Hey, man." He says to Pedri. "I know where it is, but you mentioned you were bringing out, and you didn't, so I thought maybe something happened to her."

"It's been four minutes." You say, checking your watch. "Less, I think."

You can feel the awkward silence from the three of you. Pedri, who's just there, not understanding. Daniel, who is trying to get you to come back with him and you who want him to get away so you can go back to Pedri.

"Vale, you can bring the pizza to them then." You smile. "I haven't even been to the bathroom, I was saying hi to Pedri." You explain.

Why are you explaining yourself? Just tell him to go get the pizza!

"Daniel, llevales la pizza tú." Pedri says, noticing the tone in his brother's friend. (Take the pizza yourself)

Daniel lifts his hands, nodding and going back to the kitchen.

You turn to Pedri, smiling at him. You try to think on what to say after that awkward moment, but you kind of blocked.

"Ya viste mi trofeo?" He asks, lifting his motm trophy. "Ta' guapo, eh!" He says. (Have you seen my trophy? It's cool)

You extend your hands, asking for the trophy. You checked it, and it was cool. Like, really really cool.

"Do you have more of this?" You ask, still looking at the trophy.

"I think I have five." He answers, thinking about it. "I have one that has stars on it." You open your mouth in sorprise, looking at him. "I know, so cool." He smiles.

You smile back at him. You hand him the award back. "I'll let you rest." You say. "If you want to still go out, we have pizza and some drinks." You repeat what you say to him over text.

He nods while blinking. You really like it when he does that. "Well if I don't, text me when you are ready to leave, I can drop you off."

"No seas bobo, you are tired. Plus, your brother will drive me."

"The same one who's probably doing shots by now?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow. "Yeah, he's not driving you home. You need to get home safe."

You want to argue back that he really needs the rest but Fernando magically decides to scream.

"Chug, chug, chug. My turn, my turn!"

You shut your mouth quicker than ever. "Maybe I'll do text you." You say, smiling at him. "Go get some rest, you deserve it."

You say a quick goodbye to him, walking back to the garden. Finding Adrian and Fer competing over who can drink their drink faster.

"Y/n, want a shot?" Daniel asks you.

"I think I'm fine with my drink, thanks." You say, taking your seat. "What are these idiots doing?" You ask Pam.

"Adrian told Fernando he was quicker than him at drinking."

You laugh, watching them prepare different drinks and competing over who was quicker or even who got the best drink in taste.

The night was fun, you were thankful that you had all Sunday to rest.

"So, y/n." Daniel says, taking Pam's seat as she went to the bathroom. "What were you and Pedri talking about?"

You lift an eyebrow. "Does it matter?" You ask.

"I mean, I feel like I need an explanation. You say you were going to the bathroom but you are talking to him. Leaving us without pizza."

"The pizza was in the kitchen, dude." You say, getting irritated. "Why do you care if I took less than five minutes in the bathroom or if I was talking to Fernando's brother?"

"Because you can speak to me instead." He says, passing his arm around you. "I told you we can plan an outing, I might cancel that if you keep behaving like a handover." He laughs.

You take his arm away from you. "Don't worry, I'll cancel it for you. Wasn't going to go anywhere with you, anyway." You say, getting up from your seat and grabbing your phone.

You text Pedri to see if he was awake.

He didn't take much to responde that he was, telling you that he would be down in a moment. He sends you a picture of him playing a game.

You thank him and tell him to take all the time he wants. You are not in a hurry.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Adrian asks you. "Want a drink?" He smiles, lifting his half cocktail at you.

"No, thank you." You smile back. "I just got cold." You half lie, you were cold, but that was not the reason.

"Oh, I can fix that." He smiles, walking to one of the doors by the entrance. He grabs a hoodie from the closet where Pedri and Fer keep a winter jacket and a hoodie just in case.

He walked back to you, handing you a taupe Balenciaga hoodie. You thank him, putting it on.

"So, drink?" He asks again.

You laugh. "I'm good, believe me."

He dissappear back into the garden. You stayed there, enjoying the calm and warmth that the hoodie brought you.

You were dissociating for a moment before you felt a little tap on your head. You go back to reality, finding Pedri in front of you.

"Cute hoodie." He says.

"It's Adrian's." You say. "I was cold, maybe because I'm tired." You smile.

"Let's get you home." He extends his arm to you, offering his hand for you to take and get up.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" You ask him. "I can take a cab if you want to go back to your video game."

He shakes his head no. "I can't let you take the risk of going alone to your house in a cab." He says. "Plus, it was time for me to get off of it."

You nod, walking with him to the garage. He opens the door of his Porsche. You find that very cute.

"Want to do the honors?" He asks once he's inside the car, handing you his phone with spotify open.

You played some Quevedo, you love his music so you can't resist to pick it for the drive.

The drive was silent, you feel tired and he feels tired too, but won't let you take a cab and risk you out there. He prefers to take that little bit of strength he has left and make sure you get home safe.

"Te divertiste?" He asks, stopping at a red light. (Did you have fun?)

"I did, thank you for inviting me." You smile. "Even tho I'm mad that the fact that now I have an enemy on the referee." You say with a mischievous tone.

He can't help the laugh he let out. He was happy that you had a good time, and even better that they won the match.

When he stopped at the entrance of your building, he lowered the music. "Thank you for coming, it was good to have you there." He says, looking at you.

You try to answer, but the big yawn that you let out was the only thing your body was letting out.

He chuckles. "Eso pa mi es un de nada." He jokes. "Go to sleep, guapa." (That for me is a you're welcome)

You nod, leaning to give him a hug and a cheek kiss. You got down of the car, when you are about to enter the building you turn and give him a goodbye wave.

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"You want me to bake you a banana bread?" You ask Pedri.

You were in your apartment watching some movie that he got recommended. You tried your best not to fall asleep.

You have been texting, phone calling, and spending time with each other almost every day since the day after the game.

You thought that it might be a short thing and that maybe the idea of the two of you was wrong.

But after you hit the four months mark, you definitely knew that his feelings were real and that he was as interested in you as you are of him.

You enjoy his presence in your life. It's was different and very nice to have him around. He also enjoys your presence. To him, it was fresh to have someone new and who gave him a new perspective of things.

"Buaf, that sounds amazing." He says. "Don't forget that we have that dinner at Adrian's." He says combing your hair.

"Do we have to?" You ask, getting comfortable on his chest. "I mean, you do because he is your cousin. But do I have to?"

"You don't, but I want you there." He says, kissing your hair. "Also Adrian wants you there."

"Aww, pepi." You say in a teasing tone of voice. "You want me there?" You smile.

He blushes a little. "Maybe you are right, you don't have to go." He jokes.

You lift your head, narrowing your eyes and looking at him. He can't help but smile, even though he is pretending to watch the movie.

"Grosero." You say, getting back to your position. (Rude)

He laughs, turning back to you and kissing your shoulder. "Toy' bromeando." He smiles. "I do want you there." He lifts his neck a little to kiss the corner of your lips.

"Pero besame bien," you pout, making his smile grow bigger. You pucked your lips out for him, he quickly imitates the action and kisses you. "So much better." You smile. (Kiss me properly)

He can't help but feel happy, the time you two have spent together was a very happy time for him.

He moves his hands to the back of your head, making you get closer for him to kiss you one more time.

You feel your phone vibrate next to you, making him separate a little to look at it. "That's probably your brother asking me about the pie he wants to take to dinner tonight." You say.

He shrugged and went back to kissing you, ignoring the phone that was vibrating next to you.

"Pero si me vas a hacer ese pan de platano?" Pedri asks as he separates.

You laugh, "I'll do it. Let's just finish the movie." You say, focusing on the movie.

But you can't quite concentrate on the movie when your phone is buzzing at its maximum. You grab it and move it under of a pillow, that way, the vibration won't bother you.

After a few minutes, the phone passed from vibrating from texts to vibrate from a call. Pedri grabs it, passing it to you.

"Hello?" You ask, the number that was dialing you was an unknown one.

"Te he estado enviando unos veinte mensajes, what are you even doing that's so important for you to not take five seconds to answer my texts?" (I've been texting you like twenty times)

You take your phone out of your ear, looking at the number. "Daniel?" You ask lifting yourself from your position on Pedri's chest. You are confused about what was going on. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"I can ask you the same. Did you even see my texts?" He asks in a mad tone.

"No, I'm busy." You say. "Why is that important that can't wait? Are you okay?" You ask, thinking that maybe he was in trouble.

Pedri was looking at you confused. "What's going on?" He whispers.

You shake your head, not understanding anything. You can hear Daniel chuckling and that makes you even more confused than before.

"Check the texts and call me back." He says before hanging up the call.

You are still lost at what even happened, Pedri looks as confused as you are. You shrugged and opened your texts.

First it was a picture of him with two tickets on his hands. It was for this new movie that was having a premier today.

Then it was him asking what your favorite flowers are. He was at a flower shop, and he sent you a picture of different flowers.

And last was him asking if you like chocolate and what kind of chocolate you want. He sent you a picture of one random one next to the tickets and the flowers.

"I think he likes you." Pedri jokes, reading the texts. "Payaso." He scuffs.

"You think?" You ask, lifting an eyebrow. "Gosh, I hate to be all bitchy, like can he get the hint already?"

Pedri can't help the laugh. "He's obviously not getting the hint, preciosa." He says. "Why don't you just tell him straightforwardly that you are not interested?"

You nod. "Like now?" You pout.

"Ah vale, si quieres esperate de acá a que el payaso ese te proponga matrimonio o algo." (Oh okay, if you want, you can wait till that asshole proposes or something)

"Vale, I'm doing it." You say, smiling a little at his jealousy. "You look good when you are jealous." You tease, grabbing his cheeks and giving him a peck.

You can't lie, you have a text on your notes about what you wanted to say. You just edited some things and added other things.

You send the text and place your phone on Not Disturb mode. You really don't care to read any excuse or text he will send. You just want peace.

"Done." You say, blocking your phone. "Now help me pick something for the dinner tonight." You say, grabbing his hand and getting up from bed.

"I'm literally wearing the same thing." He says, following you to your closet.

"Good thing that you are a boy, then." You laugh. "I don't know what to wear."

He starts inspecting your clothes, finding a T-shirt that's exactly like the one he is wearing. "Mira, we can match!" He says, smiling like crazy.

"Let's match, baby." You hug him.

He kisses your cheek, "By the way, Ferran and Eric want to go to the movies. It's after dinner, and I want you to come with me so you can meet them."

"What if your friends don't like me?" You ask, worried about the possibility.

"Buaf, tas loca." He chuckles, grabbing your cheeks. "Ferran te va a amar, incluso no te asustes si te hace una broma el hijoputa." (You are crazy, Ferran is going to love you, don't get scared if he tries to prank you)

You nod, smiling. "Okay, and Eric?"

"Eric, he loves everyone." He smiles, giving you a kiss. "No te preocupes, you are so special. How could anyone hate you?"

He can't help but crashing his lips with yours. His hands are going from your cheeks to behind your neck.

"Stop, I have to get ready." You say, felling his hands go down on your back, "and you have to get that thing Adrian asked you."

He pecks your lips. "Fine, but we're not done."

You send him back to the room, grabbing the clothes and picking some jeans and sneakers. You took a quick shower, getting ready inside the bathroom.

You add some very light makeup, finishing quickly. You go back to the room, getting back in bed with Pedri, who was finishing the movie.

He snuggles into your side, giving you a kiss to the cheek. "Tell me when you are ready." He says.

"What about what you need to get?" You ask, turning the volume down.

"Fer is getting it."

You continue watching the movie, there was only twenty minutes left on the movie when you heard knocks on your door.

You frown, you are not expecting anybody, so you don't really pay attention to it. Sadly for you, the knocks come back two minutes back.

"I'll be right back." You say, getting up from bed.

You walk to the door, thinking that maybe some package ended in the hands of one of your neighbors.

To your surprise, it wasn't a neighbor with a package. It was Daniel, carrying the bouquete of flowers and the chocolates.

He doesn't even wait for you to say anything, he storms into your apartment. He leaves the things on the coffee table.

"Si, Daniel. Get inside." You sarcastically say. "What do you need?"

"You didn't answer your texts." He says, ignoring your questions. "I brought your flowers, peonies, the florist says girls love peonies."

"Daniel-"

"And I got you some chocolate, this brand is that famous one from tik tok. The Dubai one." He keeps going.

"Danie-"

"And don't forget about dinner, I'm taking you to dinne-"

"Para!" You say loudly. "Didn't you read my text?" You ask, exasperated. He nods. "Okay, you did. Then what are you doing here?"

"I know you were just messing around." He smiles. "And that's why I wanted to get you some goodi-"

"How did you get my address?" You ask, thinking about it. "I never gave it to you."

"Oh, Fer did." He says, normally. "But don't get mad, he doesn't know about your dumb text." He laughs.

You blink a few times. Not understanding if what was happening was real or if it was a dream, a very bad one.

"Daniel, I really hate to say this." You begin. "But like I said over text, I'm not interested, and honestly, it's kind of creepy that you are doing things like this."

He laughs, but not in a < you're funny > way, in a very creepy way. "I mean, look at me. You can give me a second chance. In fact you will!"

It's your turn to laugh. You can't even believe he would have the audacity to say that. "Alright, it's time for you to go." You say, turning to your door.

He grabs your arm, bringing you closer. "Don't act all pure and shit."

You don't think twice and lift your knee, you hit his crotch. "What is wrong with you?" You say, hitting his face with your hand as he fell on his knees from the pain. "Get the fuck out of here."

Pedri hears the commotion and walks to where you are, he sees Daniel on the floor and you with an angry face.

"Qué mierda?"

"Este puto payaso que trató de agarrarme por la muñeca, se piensa que le daré una oportunidad." (This fucking asshole who tried to grab me and thinks I'm forced to give his ass a chance)

Daniel who is still on the floor, looks at Pedri with a confused look. Pedri pulls you towards him, covering your body with his own.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" He asks, mad that Pedri was there.

"Venga, pedazo de imbecil." Pedri laughs. "I can ask the same thing. Get up and get the fuck out." He orders.

Daniel quickly understands the situation. "So you are fucking Fer's brother?" He chuckles. "Okay, miss prude."

Pedri takes that as a sign, grabbing the boy by the collar of his jacket, and while he still om his knees, he's dragging him out of your apartment.

Pedri might look small, but he has some force into himself. Once he gets Daniel out in the corridor. He walks back inside, grabbing the flowers and the chocolates.

He throws it at him, slaming the door and closing it. He takes a few deep breaths before turning to where you are.

"You okay?" He asks, walking over to you. "Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm just a little shaken up. But I'm okay."

He wraps his arms around you, giving you a hug and a kiss to your hair. "That chocolate actually looked amazing." He jokes.

You can't help but laugh and roll your eyes. "Let's just wait for him to go, and then we can leave to Adrian's."

He nods, holding you while you calmed down. You asked him some things, trying for him to calm himself down too.

He doesn't want to admit it but he's also very mad. You let him go, walking back to your room to get a jacket.

"I'll see you there, please drive safely." He says, pecking your lips.

"We are literally going to the same place. "Keep your hands to yourself." You joke, pushing him away.

He rolls his eyes at you. "You know you love when I do that." He smirks.

"Kinda."

The whole drive to his cousins house was bored. You try to play some music to feel less lonely on the car.

When you arrive the first person you see is Pam. She greets you, grabbing your arm and waking inside.

"I love your shirt." She says, handing you a glass.

You click the glasses together, laughing at how silly that looked, mostly because it was soda and not an alcoholic beverage.

When Fer arrived, it was followed by Pedri. Fer was laughing at how his brother got him to bring what he needed to.

"Pedri!" Pam calls him. "Come here."

He walks over to where you two are, Pam takes a look at you, then back at pedri, then back at you and then back at pedri again.

"You are matching!" She smiles, pointing at your t-shirts. "That's so cool."

You smile at that. Even if it was planned, it felt so cute. "Buaf, we are." He smiles, finger poking your side.

"Adrian, let's match next time." Pam says, walking to her boyfriend.

You grab Pedri's cheek, squishing it. "Totally random." You laugh.

You all sat down at the table, talking about different things. The biggest topic was the famous trip to Tenerife Pedri and Adrian are planning.

"You are coming, right?" Adrian asks.

You nod, at first you didn't want to go, but once Pedri convinced you. He asked you to come to the game that was taking place a few days before the trip.

You all talk about the trip, what you will do when you get there, what activities the boys have in mind and other things.

When it was time to leave, you told everybody that you needed to get home and do something. Saying that you might call a cab or use the bus.

Pedri offered to take you since he was going with his teammates somewhere. Nobody said anything, they all just nodded and waved a goodbye at you.

"I've been thinking." He says.

"That's new." You tease him.

"Buaf, grosera. You are meeting my parents." He squish your hand.

"Maybe when we get to tenerife, we can tell your parents that we are together."

He grabs your hand, giving it a kiss. "If you feel ready, then I do." He smile. "By the way, Ferran might or may not ask you for a cake, he loves cakes."

"Pero venga, por qué no me has dicho que estabas con alguien?" Fer asks Pedri, offended that he found out that he was with someone because of a magazine and not because he told him. (Why didn't you tell me that you are with someone?)

Pedri rolls his eyes, he knows that if he confesses that the mysterious girl is, in fact, Fer's friend. He would be mad and won't understand.

"I was going to." Pedri says, watching his phone like nothing happened. "I was just waiting."

"When?" Fer asks, taking the phone out of his hand. "You never hide things out, what is going on?"

"Joder, can't I have something only to myself?"

Fer throws the phone back at him, grabbing his keys and going out.

Pedri and Fer are not ones to keep secrets to each other, that's why Fer was mas about Pedri keeping this as a secret.

His friends invited him to play some padel, he needed that after the fight with his brother.

Daniel was there, so it was good because they always had a chat to update each other on their life.

But this time was different, Daniel didn't wanted to talk to Fer. He barely even acknowledged him, thing that left Fer very confused.

The whole game he was trying to think what was going on for him to be ignored by his friend.

"Daniel, tio, what's going on?" He asks, patting his friends back. "You've been so distant."

"Honestly, I like it that way." He scruff. "Last time we saw each other you linked me with a fucking girl whos fucking your brother for money."

Fer doesn't have an answer for that, he doesn't even understand why Daniel is saying that.

"Qué mierda? Why are you saying that?"

"Because is true, yesterday I got her flowers, some chocolate and even invited her to dinner but when I went to pick her up she was with your brother."

"Yesterday?" He asks, confused. "I saw them yesterday, that can't be right."

"Don't believe me?" He laughs. "Were they wearing matching clothes?" He asks

Fer doesn't answer, he grabs his stuff. He drives home, hoping that his brother is still there. He needed to ask if what Daniel said was true.

He finds Pedri watching Breaking Bad while petting nilo. Was he mad? At him, no. But he was mad at you.

"Are you and Y/n, hooking up?"

"Qué?" He asks, pretending to not understand. "Are you crazy?"

"Tell me the truth, Pedro." He warns him, using his name and not the nickname. "Because Daniel just told me that he went to deliver her flowers and shit and found you there with her."

Pedri shrugged, "Maybe one of the times where I picked her up."

"Turns out that it was yesterday. At first, I didn't believe it, but then he told me you guys were matching, just like you were yesterday."

Pedri sighs, he wants to honor his word when he promised you to keep it private from the group, but he can't deal with this.

"And if I am, what about it?" He asks, turning the tv off. "It's not like is any of your business."

"Pedro, are you out of your mind? You can be fucking girls and giving them money!" Fer shouts. "Don't be fucking stupid."

Pedri can't help but laugh at how stupid Fernando sounds. "I'm not paying anybody for sex. She's my girlfriend."

Fer doesn't know how to answer because Pedri doesn't do girlfriends. He's more of the type to be with someone for a few days and then goodbye.

"She what?"

"Qué es mi novia, idiota." (She's my girlfriend, asshole)

"You don't do girlfriends." Fer says. "Look, if this isn't true and you are actually payin-"

"Me cago en la puta, que no!" He shouts. "Now be fucking useful and take nilo out for a walk."

He starts walking upstairs, not before turning back to Fernando. His brother is speechless, nilo by his side waiting to be taken out after hearing the word "walk".

"And don't say shit, she wants to announce it on Tenerife. So, you are going to be quiet and act normal." He walks two steps, remembering he needs to say something else. "By the way, if you ever insinuate that I'm fucking paying her to have sex with me. I'll beat the shit out of you."

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"Y/n, are you ready to see the game?" Rosy asks, fixing something in your hair as she sets the plate of food on the table. "Hope we win."

"Yes, I'm so excited. We are going to win." You smile.

"Pedri told me you were not a fan of football." Fernando his father says.

"I'm not really that good at sports, but your son helped me with learning about football."

You were eating at their house, Pedri invited you over so you could tell his parents about your relationship.

"She's a good student." He says, placing his hand on your thigh. "She now knows even more than me."

You smile at him, intertwining the hand that's he has on your thigh with yours. You think nobody's noticing, but his parents are doing it.

Rosy and Fernando are trying to keep their comments, wanting you two to confirm or deny what you are.

The eyes between you and him keep being not discreet at all, even Fer, who was there just because he lived there, noticed that.

You make a nice talk with both of them, they ask you about yourself and about how you met the boys.

They also explained to you how Pedri ended up in football and how he cried on his first night in Barcelona.

Something embarrassing because without it, it wouldn't be a proper introduction.

"Pedri, tell me something." Rosy speaks.

Pedri nods, serving himself with a few more croquettes. He can't get enough of them.

"I'm sorry to ask, I just can't wait." She says. "Can you please just tell us that you are daiting so we can cut the whole weird talk?" She asks

You choke on your food, trying to help Fer pass you some water. He wants to laugh at how Pedri is all red and shy.

"How do yo-" He tries but his voice fails him. "How do you know?"

Rosy and Fernando exchange looks, they want to laugh at how funny this was. Even Fer was enjoying this a little too much for his brother liking.

"Oh, you know." His father says, filling his glass with more wine. "Parents have that instinct."

"That and the fact that we all saw you kissing on the corridor at the hotel in Gran Canaria."

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copinghardasfvck · 1 year ago

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dont prove ‘em right

ADRIAN CHASE X READER

summary: your relationship with that cute dorky waiter at fennel fields is relatively new but doubt is cast fairly early on in your relationship.

notes: fluff, the teensiest bit of angst, sex mentioned, not really identity reveal but close, inspired by please please please by sabrina carpenter, MINORS DNI 🫶

You bit your lip, not really trying to hide your bright smile or giggle as your boyfriend belted Gwen Stefani next to you. Part of you wanted to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. The more dominant part of you sang along with him and moved your hand from where it was previously resting, in the crook of his elbow, to lace through his free hand that wasn’t on the wheel.

Adrian had been… so perfect. Sure he was dorky but you liked dorky. Sure he was working full time as a busboy in a dingy little Italian restaurant but love is blind especially when it comes with free lifetime discounts on oily cheesy pasta and garlic bread.

Nothing mattered, not when he’s this cute. Not when he’s the sweetest guy you ever dated, unafraid of being corny. He’s his true authentic weird self, making inappropriate jokes left and right, eager to share his life and all his thoughts with you. You’ve never met a guy who was this enthusiastic about you or about pleasing you. And please you, he did.

Things have been going more than well so far.

“And then when he turned around, it was you, all along,” You said, wiggling your fingers in the air and deepening your voice a little mysteriously. A giggle escaped you when Adrian’s jaw dropped and he gasped. Sometimes you couldnt even tell if he was overplaying his reactions for comedic effect.

“That’s a craaazy dream, babe,” He awed, “No like I don’t know why my dreams dont have wacky plot twists like yours. Usually I’m either getting chased or we’re fucking. Not that I don’t like fucking you. But its better in person of course.”

You snorted, craning out of your seat to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m…” Adrian groaned, smacking the center console playfully frustrated. “Another one?”

You gave him another small kiss on the cheek, tongue darting out to lick his skin as you pulled back.

His head snapped to you, a finger lifting to scold you.

“Eyes on the road!!”

“You just licked me!”

“Baby, eyes on the road!” You started grabbing his chin to turn his face back forward.

“You’ll rue the day you—”

“Okay okay!! Baby please if we both die in a car crash you wont get make me to rue this day.”

He settled, focusing back on the road, right on time too, because he pulled into the parking lot of the bar you’d planned to go to tonight. And a few moments of peace were ruined when he poked your stomach, sending you yelping and you launched yourself toward the passenger side door.

“I’m sorry!” You snorted, grabbing the offending hand to stop him from poking you again.

Adrian pulled your hand toward his lips and kissed your fingers, luring you into another moment of false security before swiftly snaking his hand out of your grasp, going under your arm, and poking you in the side again.

You yelped again, swatting his hands away from you and he giggled, putting the car in park. You watched him cautiously, as he turned to face you. “Do I get payment for driving?”

“You’re gonna poke me again.” You said, pointing to his hands resting at his side.

“I wont. Pinky promise. I can’t break a pinky promise.” He held his pinky out for you.

“You cant. Or I’ll never trust a pinky promise again.”

“I’d never stain a pinky promise.”

“Your word would mean nothing if you were to break a pinky promise,” You warned, locking your pinky with his.

“I could never ruin pinky promises for you. They’re like.. sacred.”

“Truce,” You said, letting go of his hand and leaning yourself over the center console to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

Adrian smiled into your kiss, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Love you.” Your noses were still touching and when you opened your eyes, you saw his hooded ones staring back.

Some would say three months is too soon to say “I love you.” You counter with what do they know?

Smiling brightly at him, you repeated, “Love you too, honey.”

“I get so hard when you call me honey,” Adrian whined, puckering his lips to close the one centimeter distance between your faces.

You pulled away slightly with a smirk on your face, biting your tongue as you stared down at him. His eyes looked so big from this angle. You kissed him again, only giving enough time for him to kiss you back and for you to sneak a swipe of your tongue against his lips.

“You’re fucked up,” You muttered.

“Why?”

“‘Honey’ isn’t dirty. In any way. Its actually quite wholesome, most would agree”

“Everything’s dirty when you say it.”

You felt your stomach twist because of the way he said it, under his breath, leaning in for another kiss. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He makes you dizzy… especially when he’s this close to you. Your heads not right. “We’re late,” It was half a reminder to yourself.

“So?? We can be later.”

“Says you, they’re your friends,” You laughed, unlocking the passenger door. Adrian pouted. “I need to make a good impression. And thats easier for me to do when your cum isnt dripping down my thighs.”

Adrian’s eyes were so fucking dark but the desperation hidden in them were what made you giggle and jog out into the parking lot. Adrian scrambled after you quickly. You turned when you heard the Sebring honk lightly to signal it was locked, just in time to see Adrian run up to you and grab your hand in his. Your arms pressed up together. Fuck you love this man. You’ve never been this lovesick in your life. And you can see how much he adores you back.

You were moving so fast but you couldnt even be sorry about it. Today was meet Adrians friends day, next weekend was Adrian meet your friends day and he’s already been talking about “How should I introduce myself to the mister and missus? Should I wear my work uniform so they know I’m employed?” He even joked (you think) about wifing you up several times — you blamed it on the fact that it usually came after he just came.

But god you really wanted this to go well. You really wanted this to work out. You love this nerd. You love him so much that every fucking song you hear on the radio is about him. You love him so much you get sad going out to have fun without him because you wish he were there. And then you still get excited because you cant wait to show him that cool experience .

When you entered the bar, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. To be honest you love and hate meeting new people. Loved new connections but hated the anxiety that comes with it.

It took a few seconds for Adrian to find his friends and colleagues once he did, you looked to see they were already gawking at the two of you, eyes wide, mouths agape. You looked at Adrian, a lopsided smile on your face, and back at them, wondering if he was going to introduce you first or if they were gonna go around saying their names.

“Guys! This is my girlfriend I was telling you about.”

None of them said anything, eyes flitting back and forth between you and your boyfriend. Admittedly you didnt get the memo for the night and overdressed a little, a cute minidress, but that was for the dinner you and Adrian had before the bar. Adrian picked you up right after some top secret business meeting at Fennel Fields (You dont know why a busboy would be involved in a corporate meeting but you didnt question it) so he was more dressed for the bar than the dinner. You hoped it wasnt a big deal that you stuck out from the rest of the group. You hope they dont think youre trying too hard.

You uttered a cheerful introduction before launching into the standard “It’s wonderful to meet you all. Adrian has told me so much. I asked him how he knows Peacemaker,” You turned to the tall blonde man, “actually, because like, of course I’ve seen you on the news before. But you know I think its cool that Evergreens hero is still a regular at small businesses like Fennel Fields. Even after the whole butterfly-aliens-saving the world situation. And Adrian told me he knows all of you through Mr Peacemaker and thats also really cool you know like I admire that all of you put yourselves in a position of danger to help us—” you gestured between Adrian and you, “feel safer in our homes. And I dont mean to sound dorky or like a fan, which of course I am and I respect you all but you dont have to worry that I’m gonna ask for a picture or anything like that— that’d be weird. And I’m gonna close my mouth now. Uhm— What are your names?”

Adrian smiled brightly at them, “Isn’t she great?”

You buried your face in Adrians arm to hide your embarrassed face.

“Its nice to meet you,” One girl chimed in, almost just as awkward as you, “I’m Leota.”

“Why are you with him?” A man sitting behind the rest blurted out loud, though you weren’t sure if he meant to.

That immediately put you off, completely caught off guard, you stumbled for words and Leota, thankfully, gave him a stern smack on the chest before telling you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“No, no don’t worry um—” despite his aggressive tone, you figured you should extend some benefit of the doubt. If Adrian calls these people his friends, you’d hope they’re nice. The man could have been teasing, and maybe your ears were being a little extra sensitive, maybe you perceived more bite than he intended. “Adrian’s the sweetest guy I’ve dated. I’m used to assholes that give more than they take but he always matches my energy and isn’t shy about his feelings,” smiling, you looked at Adrian, hoping you answered well.

He kissed your cheek happily, and you drank it up, beaming.

The rest of the night went smoothly after you finished up introductions and started to drink a little more. You found that it was easy to get to know Leota, maybe it was the fact that she quietly defended Adrian when an insult was thrown at him, but you think that she just generally has an open kind of vibe to her. Emilia definitely doesn’t carry herself with the same friendliness but you decided relatively quickly that you like her too because of her authenticity.

You just hoped they came out of this feeling like you deserve Adrian.

You found out ten minutes before the bar’s closing that that you definitely had nothing to worry about in that regard.

—————

It was really a pleasant surprise how easy it was to fall into conversation with Emilia and Leota. They were pretty interested in you and of course you had a million questions for them— to which you received a million mind boggling stories of near death experiences they’ve gone through.

There was the occasional moment in which they would stutter but nothing set off an alarm to you. Lots of “A—… Vigilante” or “Ummmm… our other co-worker,” in the middle of a sentence. You didn’t question why they needed to protect an identity. Truly, it flew completely over your head — they work for the government! Of course they’d have secrets. You didn’t want to take it personally.

But they grew increasingly on edge as the night went on. And you wanted to ask if everything was alright… but it didn’t feel right to. As a civilian, you get that some things are just classified.

“Adrian can be a handful,” Leota laughed. And since you were picking up that general air of discomfort you took note that her eyes were widened, not really in a joking way but similar to the manner in which John, you knew his name now, made that initial comment. You’re not just being sensitive right?

“He’s silly sometimes,” You said, not really trying to agree with what she was trying to say, “He matches my silly,” You tried to make it better.

Leota nodded slowly, muttering short sounds that sounded like stalling and Emilia bit her lip, looking away, “Look…” Emilia started, and you tuned in. “You seem nice.”

Oh thats not scary at all…

You waited for the inevitable “We don’t think you’re a good match,” or “You’re trashy, you’re x, you’re y, you’re all these things that make us not like you or want to be around you.”

“Too nice.”

“What?” You couldn’t help it. You knew you were interrupting her but your heart is beating fast and your blood is kind of rushing to your head. You just… its hard for you to meet a good guy and you were already nervous for this little meet and greet and it seems like you were right to be. Everyones been tiptoeing around you like you could break into a million pieces.

“Its just that Adrian—”

“He’s not what he seems,” Leota said.

Dramatic. Ominous. Many words flashed through your head, all of the same nature. What the fuck they’re acting like hes gonna kill you or something. Like hes a criminal.

Then you thought about it.

All these people who work for the government. Friends with a busboy at Fennel Fields.

Your eyes alternated between the two of them and they looked as if they saw the gears turning in your head, sighing to themselves a sigh of relief that they dont have to say more than that to get you to understand what they were getting at.

“I’m sure you noticed the like… you know… late nights. Maybe a bruise and you didn’t know where it came from. Maybe he’s secretive about his phone…” Leota rambled and you didnt need her to continue. You do remember. Now that someone else points it out.

Its fucked that the first thought going through your head is maybe I should warn Adrian, because you dont know whats going on. Does Adrian know that they know what he did? What did he do? They dont seem like they’re really his friends. Are they in some deep cover operation where they all have to infiltrate his inner circle so that they can catch him or get a confession for something? You assume thats the case. The way they said it makes it seem like hes a criminal.

“What?” You asked again, breathier, shoulders kind of slumping in an exasperated way, your face twisting with desperation coating your features. You had been nervous going in to tonight. Their demeanor throughout the night made you more nervous. Now it seemed like you got the confirmation that your intuition was right but theres more questions circulating through your mind than answers.

And still you cant get it out of your head. Maybe I should warn Adrian. Adrian who might be a criminal, who might have ARGUS after him, who might have mid-high profile superheroes monitoring him for whatever reason— reasons that you dont know. You should block him, change your phone number, move apartments, get as far away from this as you can. But then you look at him from across the room, laughing and acting goofy with Peacemaker. You imagine the feeling of him kissing your forehead after a passionate night. Or imagine the way hed come to you and talk out a small fight you two had and hug you once you fixed things and you know you couldnt leave. But its only been a few months. Are you so ruled by your emotions?

“We cant say much. But you’re a nice girl. We just thought you know…” Leota shrugged all too casually, but you could sense the true empathy in her voice, she spoke so softly like a true friend, “It’d be a shame.”

“Thank you,” You said. A shame for what? What would happen to you? You know Adrian would never hurt you. You know that. Do you? You dont seem to know him. No, you know he would never hurt you, you dont need to know whatever this big secret is to know that.

Are you being delusional?

This doesn’t seem like a “Let me just talk to him and clear it up” kind of misunderstanding.

—————

“Yeah and they just said like ‘It’d be a shame,’”

“Girl.”

You asked Adrian to drop you off after the bar, making up some excuse that you were tired and had to go into work the next day and it’d be too out of the way for him to drive you to work. He pouted a little and tried to bargain but ultimately agreed. You immediately called your best friend upon entering your house.

“I know!” You yelled, cradling your head in your hands.

“A shame for what?!”

“I know!”

Their eyebrows were furrowed, mouth open, and you watched as the gears turned in their head the same way you probably looked when you were hearing this for the first time. “Get out of there… It sounds like way above my pay grade. I’m used to being your therapist, you know, a-a-and picking up the pieces of a broken little heart but I’m not about to pick your body up from the morgue.”

“Stop it! No, that’s not gonna happen.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hold on. Pause… Be. So. Fucking. For real with me you stupid bitch.”

Your sounds of protest were ignored.

“You’re not planning to stay with him are you?”

You searched for the words but none came. You were pulled out of your thoughts when another call started to come in, unknown number.

“No.”

“H-hold on, I’m getting a call. I’ll call you back.”

“Wait you’re finding out that your boyfriend is on a watchlist and you’re taking a fucking scam call instead of affirming to me that you’re gonna break up with him? Because you’re gonna break up with him right?”

“Bye! I’ll call you back I love you. I’m sorryimsorry.” You quickly answered before they could say anything more, “Hello?”

And all color drained from your face when Adrian, the boy who had just left your house with a quick and sweet kiss to your cheek not even thirty minutes, spoke from the other line.

“Hey um… I’m sorry for asking you instead of someone else. I um… I knew Peacemaker wouldnt answer because he left the bar with a girl. And I didnt memorize anyone else’s number. I really didnt wanna do this its just…”

“What happened?” You interrupted, standing up out of your chair.

“I was arrested. Can you pick me up?”

Your heart was gonna fucking jump out of your chest.

“Its the station right next to um… Oh!!” Cheerfulness filled his voice, a heavy contrast to the weight you felt on your shoulders. “The umm that one really nice cafe with the live music that we went to for our fourth date. You know that one right?”

You hung up and grabbed your keys without another word.

I should have warned him.

#adrian chase x reader

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