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Gavi and Fermín yesterday 😭
#oh whatever he was talking about was SERIOUS for him#he really does talk with his entire body 😭😭#also Fermín was dying 😭😭#pablo gavi#baby waby#fermín lopez#fc barcelona#la masía babies 💕💕💕💕
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i want 2 boyfriends so i can dress them up like twins
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‘i’m breaking up with you’
‘no❤️’
with fermín, nothing toxic maybe just a bit of angst but fluffy ending
Small blurb for Fermín, I kinda changed it up a bit. Hope it doesn't bother you! This was also very rushed, I wrote it in around 20minutes while at work so I don't really know if there's anything making sense!😭
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"Why did you do that?!" You had screamed "That was the last piece and I was looking forward to eat it with the second season of Gossip Girl!"
"I can buy you some more, no worries" He dismissed the comment and that only made you more upset.
A few minutes after lashing your anger out on him you both stood in silence
"I hate this" You shook your head watching the crime your boyfriend of 10 months just did
"No, you don't" His smile made you narrow your eyes at him
You couldn't help but be mad and yes, you yelled at him for it, however now that the situation calmed down a bit, you were glad Fermín didn't take it personal. You were a bit emotional because of your period and the poor guy eating your last piece of chocolate had to pay for everything that was bothering you
"If you keep teasing me, I'm breaking up with you" You said
"No, you aren't"
"How dare you steal my chocolate?"
"You stole my heart and I'm not saying anything!"
"Oh shush" You fought the urge to smile and failed "I'm supposed to be mad at you!"
"Don't be. I'll buy you some more"
"I want it now tho"
"The show's starting, I want to watch it as well"
"Fer!" You whine before you sigh softly "I'm sorry for yelling at you with no reason"
"Period is important and I understand it hurts a lot, you keep up with my stuffs when I'm angry, down, stressed, it's only fair if I love you back and take care of you when you're not feeling good. Let's do this, I'll cuddle you until you fell asleep and then I'll get some things for you and come back before you wake up" He lifted his shoulders as if it was nothing "What do you say?"
"Would you really do that?"
"Of course I would, why wouldn't I? Like I said period is normal"
"Tú eres hermoso, ¿lo sabías?" (You're gorgeous, did you know that?) You said smiling as he laughed softly
"Me lo dices a menudo" (You say that often)
"Y te quiero" (And I love you) "Muchísimo" (A lot) You grabbed his arms and made him hug you as you rested your head on his chest
"Y yo a ti, muchísimo" (And I love you a lot too)
"Y gracias por aguantarme" (And thank you for putting up with me)
"Don't say thank you. You own me €100"
You untangled yourself from him a bit as the both of you laughed "¡Diablos!" (Damn!!) "You are too expensive for me"
"Nah... Pay me with love and lots of kisses"
"I can do that"
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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela
#gadriezmannsgirl writes!#gadriezmannsgirl replies#fc barcelona#fermín lopez#fermín#fermín lopez x reader#fermín x reader#football players#football players imagines#football players x reade
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FERMIN LOPEZ, PAU CUBARSÍ, ERIC GARCIA GOLD MEDALISTS!!
La Masia NT Olympic gold Medalist!
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auraa😮💨
#a fermín lo quiero siempre dentro#what a match he’s playing wooaaahjdjdkdkf#this is pure madrid hatred#fermín lopez#fc barcelona
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Am I obsessed with this audio? Maybe so 😌
Do I have any regrets? Not a chance 😌
#fermín lopez#the boy#make sure your sound is on#here comes the boy#joão felix#joao felix#barca#fc barcelona#fc barca#fermy is peak here comes the boy
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Happy 21st birthday, Fermin!!!🥹❤️
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This Fermín fic is healing me rn
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💙❤️
#fermin lopez#pablo gavi#gavi#fc barcelona#barça#MY HEART IS FULL#AND THE FACT THAT YOU CAN'T SEE THE 1 ON FERMÍN SHORTS SO IT LOOKS LIKE THEY HAVE THE SAME NUMBER#DON'T TALK TO ME
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Gavi and Fermín lol ❤️❤️
#they're so cute#and everyone is just laughing at them 😭😭#pablo gavi#baby waby#fermín lopez#dani olmo#hector fort
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20 year old fermín considers 16 year old lamine his son 😭
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Why does Pedri, Gavi and Fermín have such gorgeous eyebrows?!😭
#gadriezmannsgirl stuffs#someone tell me why😭#their eyebrows have life#they're amazing#pablo gavi#gavi#pedri#pedri gonzalez#fermín#fermín lopez#fc barcelona
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Fermín Lopez European and Olympic Champion!!
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A "father" and his "children" 😅
#Fermín is the father somehow 😭😅#nico williams#fermin lopez#lamine yamal#spain nt#Nico is so Basque it kills me 😅😅#“date una vuelta” 😭
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Ahhh okay okay okay so inspired by Fermin having a gf now ( sad hours ) but anyway !! What if y/n has feeling for Fermin and she gets the courage to tell him about her feelings buuut she finds out that he has a gf and she starts to move on with Charles or Arthur 🤭 and Fermin finds out about her feelings but it’s already to late !
too late / Arthur Leclerc
Summary: Arthur x female!reader - When you find out your crush has a girlfriend, you start to move onto someone else. But when you're old crush, Fermín, finds out you once had feelings for him, though he's not sure anything would have changed, he still, for some reason, wished he would have known.
Warnings: a bit of anxiety/nervous energy, vertigo, swear
Requested?: Yes.
You sit on a bench outside a cute little coffee shop, listening as the person talking to you on the other side of the phone finishes, "...so yeah, anyways, it's super cool I got to meet you!"
"Yeah," you smile broadly. "You'll have to introduce me to your brother, too."
"Oh, of course. You know, I think we could be fri-"
"Oh, one second! Looks like my friend is here! Sorry, I got to go!" you respond quickly, your face lighting up to see none other than Fermín López sauntering down the street towards you, the biggest, cutest smile radiating off his handsome face.
"Oh, right, sorry- Nice talking to you!" the man on the phone says quickly with a little laugh.
And you hang up on Arthur Leclerc, popping up off the park bench to meet Fermín, slipping your cellphone into your gold purse. You beam at Fermín, exclaiming, "Hey! Ready to get some coffee?"
"Sure..." he says, a slight hint of confusion in his voice, perhaps at your overly energetic excitement this morning.
Well, that's because he has no idea what you're planning on doing this morning. Naturally.
"Well, you seem like you're in a good mood," the Spanish man says with a little smile, holding the door for you.
"I am! Actually, I'm in a great mood!" you exclaim, beaming.
"Right," he chuckles, eyes sparkling a bit.
Just as you order the coffee, rethinking for the one hundredth time what you're about to do, butterflies well up in your chest, so that the moment you're sitting across from him at the coffee table, you immediately say excitedly, "So, uh, Fermín! I've got... uhm, kind of, I guess, to admit, but also to ask you..."
He smiles a bit, nodding. "Is this why you seem to have all this nervous pent-up energy this morning? Sure, you can tell me anything."
You gulp, your high emotions very suddenly sinking at the thought that Fermín is exactly right.
You're only feeling this nervous because you're a nervous wreck, Y/n! your brain snaps at yourself.
All the sudden, you deflate like a short-lived balloon, releasing a long sigh as your hands immediately reach for a napkin to absently begin anxiously curling. "Um... yeah, so..."
Come on, Y/n. Just say it. A few moments ago, you were so excited...!
You sigh shakily before suddenly blurting, looking up to meet the 21-year-old's brown eyes, "Fermín, I guess I just wanted to say I like you. You're cute, and I... I've kind of had feelings for you for a while now, so..." you falter, feeling so embarrassed and warm, before pushing out the rest: "So, would you like to, like, date me or something? Like, do you feel the same way, I guess?"
"Oh, uhm-" Fermín begins, biting his lip. "Well, uh, thank you so much, Y/n, but..." he trails off as your heart begins to sink in dread.
You feel all the blood rush from your head, feeling a little dizzy. "But what?" you manage.
"But, well..." he smiles nervously, before finishing carefully, "Y/n, I guess you didn't hear, but I have a girlfriend now..."
Immediately, you feel a terrible, crushing, embarrassing shame crash over you, and you lean back, your hands shaking. "Oh- I-" you begin, but decide nothing you're going to say is going to make this situation better for either of you.
So you get up and run out of the coffee shop, leaving your nearly full coffee across the table from Fermín, to get cold and eventually be dumped down the sink.
For the next week, you kind of go into a state of depressed hermitage, out of the pure embarrassment and heartbreak of the single guy who you've been crushing on for over a year getting a girlfriend right before you decide to admit your emotions, basically making you feel like absolute crap. And making you look like a total fool.
You sigh, getting home from work one day and flopping on your couch, about to put on some stupid mindless television show to redirect your thoughts, when suddenly your phone begins ringing on the coffee table. You sigh and pick it up, and just stare at the screen for a few seconds when you see it's none other than Arthur Leclerc.
About a week before the incident with Fermín, so about two weeks ago now, you had the experience of your life, getting to go to a Formula 1 Grand Prix. You happened to, by sheer luck, to run into Arthur Leclerc, who was immediately extremely friendly and seemed to take a specific liking to you. You had a good conversation together, before he said he had to get going, but quickly wrote down his phone number for you, telling you to stay in touch, because he'd love to get to know you more.
So here you are, a heartbroken mess about Fermín López, staring at your phone as Arthur Leclerc tries to call you.
What's up with me and all these famous athlete sports boys?
You sigh, and though you really don't want to- in fact, it's kind of the last thing you feel like doing right now- you answer the call and press the phone to your ear, saying tentatively, "Hello...?"
"Hey, Y/n!" comes the cheery accented voice of the Monégasque. "Just calling, seeing how you're doing, and what you're up to!"
"Oh..." you sigh, not really sure what to say.
But Arthur immediately picks up on your lack of excitement. "Is something wrong?"
You're silent for a few moments, before figuring, Ah, what the heck? Might as well just tell him. The Leclerc's seem like they could be a relatively emotionally intelligent family, anyway, and saying simply, "Well, I haven't been doing so great, because a guy I really have been liking for a while kind of... rejected me. You see, he has a girlfriend, and I didn't know that..." You're still not sure why you're telling Arthur this, but regardless, it feels good to.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry about that... That sucks... Well..." He's silent for a few seconds, before continuing, "Maybe I have some news that might cheer you up?"
"What?" you ask, not quite sure if anything could cheer you up about Fermín, until you finally just get over him yourself.
But then, just like that, Arthur Leclerc drops, "Would you like to come to the Monaco Grand Prix? I'll be there, and you said you wanted to meet my brother!"
You sit, stunned silent for a few seconds, before finally the rational side of your brain wins over and you say, "Oh, Arthur, I'd love to, but I just don't think I'll be able to. I live in Barcelona; that's not exactly a stroll away from Monte Carlo. And besides that, travelling, food, ticket, and lodging expenses would be through the roof. I'm so incredibly sorry to say this, but I just don't think something like that can work."
"Well, I do think it can work," Arthur suddenly chimes.
You sit in confused silence for a few more seconds, before saying, kind of annoyed at the rich Monaco-dweller, "How can you even say that?"
"Because," he begins, and somehow you can just tell he's smirking, "It's a short flight, and I can pay for your plane ticket, as well as your race ticket, paddock pass, you know, the works. And as for food and lodging, you can stay with me, of course!"
You sit, gaping and completely stunned silent this time, so much so that Arthur has to ask, "Uh... Are you still there, Y/n?"
"I- Y- Yeah, I am... I'm here... I just... Arthur-! Why on earth would you do all that for me?! We only met once! We're basically strangers! This is, like, our fourth conversation ever! You're crazy!"
"Call me crazy, but I've taken a liking to you, I guess. And you're pretty, and have got a heart of gold, and I think it would be cool to make a dream of yours come true. Or- a couple of your dreams come true, even. If that's okay with you!"
"What do you mean, if it's okay with me? Of course it's okay with me, but- it's just-"
"Alright, good, then! It's okay with you! I'll arrange everything for you, then, and I'll see you for the Monaco Grand Prix weekend?"
"I- I mean, I-"
"I'll see you then; au revoir!"
You sit on your couch, slowly taking the phone down away from your ear, just staring at it, your mouth still slightly hanging open, sort of frozen from whatever just happened.
What did just happen?!
"Hey!" Arthur Leclerc beams, swiftly walking up to you and taking your bags straight out of your hands, before teasing, "What, do you never fly? You look thoroughly lost!" He laughs a little.
"No, no," you laugh, snapping out of it, beaming to see the Monégasque man in front of you. "Just... yeah, anyways, great to see you again! And I still can't thank you enough for everything you're doing for m-"
"Oh, just wait to say one big 'thank you' at the end of the weekend, and let yourself enjoy the moment now. Come on, let's get to my house to drop off your stuff, and then, I'll bring you to dinner with my family."
"Wait, sorry, what?!" you ask in shock, following after him. "Did you just say dinner with your family?!"
"Yes, I sure did!" the 23-year-old beams as you catch up to him. "Just you wait and see- you'll love them!"
"This still doesn't feel right... We hardly know each other, and you're bringing me to meet your family?"
"Yeah, of course," Arthur says as he gets out of his car and comes around to open the door for you, before finishing, "I mean, Alexandra is going to be there!"
"Isn't she Charles's girlfriend," you deadpan.
"M-hm," Arthur responds with a little smile. "But it doesn't matter. Besides, if we get to know each other more, maybe one day you will be my girlfriend."
You stop walking up to the house and just stand there, gaping at him. "You're- You're so forward, my God!"
"What?" the older individual teases. "You don't like that?"
"I mean- I don't know- I guess I just wasn't expecting that..."
"Oh," he grins. "Well, it's funny when you gape at me like that. Either way, so far at least, you sure seem like my type." He grabs your wrist and says, pulling you toward the house, "Anyways, on we go!"
"Right..." you breathe, your head swirling from those words said by him.
Dinner is great with Arthur's family, and it's a dream come true to meet the Charles Leclerc (you're a huge fan), but it doesn't, surprisingly enough, get interesting until you make it make to Arthur's home, when he says, upon seeing you yawn, "Want to come to my room, and we can go to bed? I'm sleepy myself; it's been a long day for me, too."
You blink at him hesitantly, saying, "You're saying this in a way suggesting we're both sleeping in your room."
He's silent for a few seconds, before he nervously smiles and says, "Yeah... if that's okay with you."
You stare at him before a few seconds, before saying tentatively, "Okay... I guess."
So later, though you would've never, ever imagined this happening a week ago, you're all in your comfy pajamas, crawling into bed next to none other than Arthur Leclerc.
"You don't think this is... wrong, or anything?" you venture as you lay down.
He snorts, putting his arm around you. "No. Why would it be? We're just cuddling."
"Exactly!"
"And I want to get to know you more. So what's on your mind?"
You sigh. "What's on my mind is that it feels weird to be cuddling with someone the fifth time I've met them."
Suddenly Arthur has a cheeky smile on his face as he jokes, "Have you ever heard of one-night-stands? It means on the first time people meet-"
"Arthur!" you groan, rolling your eyes in slight amusement.
He just pats your shoulder, before a moment of silence follows, that for some reason doesn't feel awkward at all, though you would expect it to.
No, not at all. It's almost comfortable. Nearly comforting.
And when Arthur finally does start talking again, it's nice. He starts a conversation, and now, all the sudden, you feel willing to engage in it with him.
As the night goes further on, your voices become even more hushed, until, after hours of just laying and chatting together, Arthur's arm around you and rubbing your shoulder gently, when he's gently whispering, mid-sentence, you begin to doze.
There's a few seconds of silence from Arthur, until he whispers, "You asleep, Y/n?"
When he gets no response but your gentle, warm, steady breathing, he smiles and cuddles in closer, before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off into peaceful slumber as well.
For the rest of the whole weekend, you have a blast with Arthur in Monaco, every minute spent with him becoming more and more enjoyable. All you can think is that he may have been onto something with all his cuddling and silly flirting.
And now you stand in the Ferrari garage, your whole face lit up, adrenaline pumping through your body as you watch Charles Leclerc cross the finish line before any other driver.
In Monaco.
You feel Arthur's strong arm throw itself around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as he says near your ear, "Oh my God, Y/n... Charles won..."
You laugh a bit before looking up to meet Arthur's sparkling eyes. He's got a huge grin on his face, pure joy radiating off his being, and you squint, seeing a wet glistening on his cheeks, before suddenly realising and exclaiming, "Are you crying?!"
He grins even wider, if that's even possible, and says, his eyes searching yours and finding whatever they were looking for, "Yeah, and so what?"
You breathe shakily and suddenly, though you would've never pictured yourself doing this ever, throw your arms around Arthur Leclerc in a tight embrace. "I'm so happy for you!" you squeal, pressing your cheek into his chest.
"You should be happy for Charles!" he beams, laughing, snatching your hand. "And, anyways, let's go meet him by the finish line and watch him lift his trophy!" And just like that, the two of you are off running to see the 2024 Monaco Grand Prix race winner.
At the beginning of the weekend, you barely knew Arthur Leclerc. He was a nice guy who had shown a bit of interest in you who just so happened to be a rich racer boy from Monaco with a heart of gold. But by the end of the weekend, it almost feels natural to hug him, or pat his shoulder, or hold his hand.
Before the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, your heart and head still ached and pounded every single living moment, second of your time, reminding you of the loss and the jealousy you were feeling concerning Fermín López. Now, it all feels washed away with the affection and friendship that's been shown to you by Arthur Leclerc.
All of the sudden, you don't feel a desperation for Fermín anymore. You're content with having Arthur's contact in your phone, and knowing he's just as interested in you as you are in him.
It feels good when emotions are mutual.
So going back to Barcelona, it's different than when you left for Monaco.
There's a warmth in your chest and an excitement for what's to come, rather than the cold dread and regret you felt in such unbearable amounts when you left.
For days, you can't get Arthur out of your spinning head, and all the things about him you accidentally fell in love with.
But with Fermín, I never really did have a chance... But Arthur? Arthur started this whole thing. Clearly, he likes me.
And just as you're laying in bed in the morning, grinning about that instead of getting up to get dressed, your phone buzzes on your nightstand. You look over and snatch it up, excited that it may be a message from Arthur, but just stare when you open your phone and see it is instead from Fermín.
You don't know how to feel.
You quickly look to see what he's texted you.
Fermín: Hey I saw from your socials you went to the Monaco grand prix. I hope it was fun. want to meet up sometime?
You sigh, staring at that. Before, without a shadow of a doubt, no hesitation, you would have immediately said 'yes,' and been thoroughly excited about it.
But now, something has changed.
You sigh and decide, sort of on a whim, to just call him, instead.
He pick ups after only a few rings with, "Hello?"
"Hi, Fermín... What's up?"
"I'd like to know what's up with you! You went to the Monaco Grand Prix! How was it? Who'd you go with?"
"Oh," you smile a little. "Actually, I went with Charles Leclerc's little brother, Arthur Leclerc. I got to meet Charles and a bunch of the other drivers, but Arthur is famous in his own right, too."
"Oh, wow... Well, cool! So have you known Arthur Leclerc for a while, or...?"
You chuckle. "Actually, no. But he had a great time. I really like him, to be honest. He's really sweet; his whole family is."
"Ah..." Fermín says, kind of trailing off, before picking up and saying, "Oh, I looked up Arthur's Instagram. They're from Monaco, right?"
"Yeah, and Charles won! It was awesome!"
"Oh..." More silence, before Fermín finally says, "There's a picture of you and him on one of his posts... Are you guys dating or something?"
"Huh? No, why?"
"He's kissing your cheek in the picture."
You immediately blush and groan, "Arthur! Why did he post that one?!" You sigh. "No, we're not dating, but we both like each other a lot."
"Oh. You do?"
"Yeah, he's really super sweet. I'm so glad I met him; we really just clicked right away..."
"Oh... that's good to hear..." Fermín responds, not exactly feeling it was, for some reason.
After he gets off the phone with you, as he drives to training, he's deep in thought.
He knows you liked him, and probably did for a while. And asked him on a date soon after he started dating his girlfriend. But there was something about knowing you liked him, and knowing you're so sweet, that...
Perhaps a small little idea in the back of his head said, Well if this doesn't work out, I always know Y/n will be there.
And besides that, he's always valued your friendship so much. It feels weird to hear you moved on so fast to this race car driver dude.
As Fermín pulls into the parking lot, all he can think is a grave, I wish I would've known. I don't know if it would've changed anything, but either way, it's too late now...
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Best Kept Hidden [F.L16]
[Brother’s best friend trope]
Warnings: bit of a make-out sesh.
Word Count: 2.4K
A/N: I have been strugggggling with uni finals… All this work for what..?
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“Grab the popcorn! I’ll be right down. Just gotta grab some blankets.” You yelled out to Aurora.
Before you could move, the front door opened, revealing a soaked Gavi and Fermín. Gavi cheerfully greeted you, but Fermín’s face fell silent, choosing to dryly greet you with a wave. You waved back, turning your back to him and climbing up the stairs. Despite Fermín being friends with your brother for years, you felt like he never warmed up to you. He often avoided being in the same room alone with you, choosing to leave or put in his headphones. Although, in front of your family, he seemed fine. You always thought that maybe he was a shy kid, but these habits were starting to follow him into adulthood.
“Gavi, Fermín, you guys need to change before you soak the floors. I’ll grab you guys some towels.” You shouted from upstairs. Heading into the bathroom, you grabbed some towels before throwing them from upstairs to the boys. The towels landed with a thud before Gavi grabbed them and handed one to his friend. As for you, you grabbed the blankets before rushing downstairs back to Aurora.
“Nuh uh, I saw you grab a handful of popcorn!” You called out Aurora.
“Hermana, you were taking way too long! I got hungry.” She defended herself, pouting.
The movie ended a few hours later, and you were left lounging in the living room, bored off your mind.
“Chicas!” Gavi interrupted, turning on the light in the living room, earning a groan from both you and Aurora. “Fermín and I had the brilliant idea to go to the arcades. Are you in?” You glanced at Fermín who had a sudden interest in his feet, or more like, his socks.
“Yeah, I’ll just grab my sweater. Are we taking your car?”
“Fermín drove his car here, so we’re gonna take both cars. Ride with whoever you want. We leave in 5 minutes.” Gavi said, putting on his shoes and tying the laces. As you made it to your room, you heard the sound of the front door close behind you. Outside your window, you could hear Aurora and Gavi laugh, although the subject of their conversation was unknown. You grabbed your sweater and applied some perfume before heading back downstairs. Fermín was sitting on the entrance bench, on his phone, legs spread out. You couldn’t lie, he looked good. Especially with his cap and black t-shirt.
“Am I-?” Fermín interrupted you.
“Riding with me? Yeah. Gavi said so.” His tone was slightly off. You weren’t surprised by the lack of warmth, but you were surprised by the rude behaviour.
Not wanting to spend the next 20 minutes being a victim of his grumpy behaviour, you slid yourself between his body and the door before he could open it.
“Go sit.”
“Why are you asking me to sit? We gotta leave.” He said, his voice growing more annoyed.
“We need to talk and we are going to do so before we leave for the arcade.”
Your heard him groan before taking off his shoes and sitting down on the couch. You sent a text to Gavi letting him know you would be leaving later and they could beat you to the arcade. Locking your phone, you shifted your attention back to the grumpy blonde on your couch.
“What is up with you?” You sat down on the other end of the couch.
“Nothin’… Why do you care?” He angrily responded, his gaze avoiding yours.
“I care because you’re my brother’s best friend, and because… I feel like you hate me. All these years and you always have acted like I was a burden in my own house. Goddam. I mean, did I ever do something to you?” You scoffed, sitting further back into the couch.
Fermín crossed his arms on his chest, a tell he had since he was a kid. You knew he wanted to get something off his chest, but something was holding him back.
“No.”
“No? No, what?” You pressed.
“No, I don’t hate you. And no, you never did anything for me to hate you. It’s just…” he sighed defeated. “Forget it. Can we get to the arcade?” He ended the conversation.
You obliged, not wanting to widen the gap between the two of you and soon locked the door behind you before climbing into his car. The drive was cold, not only the weather, but the atmosphere. Neither of you said a word, opting to gaze at the passing streets instead.
From [The Yellow Card Merchant]:
We just made it to the arcade and it’s closed. So we’re gonna head for some drinks instead. I’ll text you the address, please tell Fermín.
“Gavi just texted me to say that the arcade is closed. He and Aurora are heading out for drinks in the same neighborhood. It’s on the same street as the arcade, at the beginning.”
“C’mon man, can just one thing workout tonight?” He lamented.
“I’m sorry…” You mumbled under your breath.
Fermín took off his eyes off the road for a quick second, glancing at your slumped body against the car seat, arms crossed under your chest. His heart tugged at the sight of you. Pulling into the parking, you spotted Aurora and Gavi waiting for you by the door. You jumped out of the car, waiving to your siblings. Fermín was behind you, his attitude slightly better than earlier, a pout still adorning his lips. Making your way into the bar, your eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. This place hadn’t been updated since the late 90’s based on the decoration, the smell of old cigarettes and sandalwood, and the Green Day poster hanging above the staircase. Aurora led you to a small, round table hidden in the corner of the place.
“Look, they have some arcade games!” She happily exclaimed. “I can finally claim my air hockey queen title back.” She said, Gavi rolling his eyes at her antics. You chuckled, followed by Fermín, who cracked a smile for the first time since your attempted discussion.
“Let’s order! Aurora? Fermín? What are you guys having?” Gavi asked, already knowing you were going to ask for a cola.
“I’m driving back, so anything without any alcohol… actually I’ll just come with you.” Fermín got up from his seat, following Gavi to the bar. You felt like he was avoiding you, avoiding have to talk to you. You turned back to Aurora, not wanting to be seen as a creep for staring down at Fermín.
“Does Fermín seem odd to you?” Aurora choked on her gum, her eyes widening at your question.
“Odd, how?”
“Um… I mean he’s always been cold and distant with me. But…” you sighed. “Promise me you won’t tell Pablo…”.
“I promise. Is Fermín okay?”
“When I went upstairs to change, Fermín was waiting for me downstairs. And when I asked him if I was riding with me, he interrupted me before I could finish and he sounded super annoyed. So I told him to sit on the couch and I tried to ask him why he hated me-”
“He doesn’t hate you.” Aurora interrupted you. “We will talk about it at home. The guys are back.” She nudged you with her elbow.
“One mojito, extra lime. One strawberry daiquiri , and 2 sodas.” Gavi slid the drinks on the table. Fermín sat across you, his gaze glued to the ground, mindlessly sipping on his soda. The conversation gravitated from one subject to another, Fermín not chiming in once. You weren’t the only one who had noticed.
“Fermín? Are you okay hermano? You haven’t talked once.” Aurora spoke up.
“Mh? Yeah, just got…um a lot on my mind. School and football.” He said.
Two other hours had gone by, Gavi and Aurora were battling for the ultimate title of air hockey king or queen… that meant you were sitting at the table with Fermín. You were debating opening a conversation with him when his voice pulled you away from your thoughts. You were tired, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Fermín noticed this, finally speaking up.
“I’ll drive you home… If you want.”
“What?”
“I said I’d drive you home if you want to. Gavi invited me to sleep over anyways.”
“I’ll grab my stuff and tell Aurora we’re leaving. I’ll meet you in the car.”
Fermín nodded, and went out the door. You found your siblings and quickly briefed them in before giving them a peck on the cheek and heading out. Fermín was waiting for you in the car, his mood more positive from earlier. He unlocked the door from you, taking your bag from you and throwing it in the back seat. Once in your driveway, Fermín parked the car, his eyes lingering on his hand holding yours as he helped you get out. Inside the house, you quickly parted ways, opting to get ready for the night instead of risking a talk with your brother’s best friend.
“I’m… I’m off to sleep Fermín. Do you need anything? Blankets?” You stood in the doorframe of the guest bedroom.
“No, I’m good. Thank you. Sleep tight, Y/N.” He said, his eyes glazing over your silhouette. You noticed a new kindness in his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, you were growing a soft spot for the blonde.
Wishing Fermín goodnight, you made your way back in your room, slipping under the covers for a well deserved night of sleep. As you were falling asleep, you heard the front door open and the giggle of your siblings as they went up the stairs. Aurora was hammered but Gavi was sober enough to get the both of them home. You finally fell asleep, only to be woken up an hour later. Frustrated, you pulled the covers off and sneakily went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. A sniffle coming from the living room stopped you in your tracks. Peeking over, you caught a glance at Fermín’s slumped figure, his arm quickly wiping away the tears.
Grabbing a second cup, you filled it up and brought it to him.
“Are you okay?” You whispered, still standing in front of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He wiped away more tears.
“You want to talk about it?” You grew concerned.
Fermín shook his head, his body sinking further into the couch. Your mind flashed back to that time when he was 8 and his coach had berated him for a simple mistake. The slumped figure, puffy eyes, and quivering lip made your mind dizzy.
“I… I just want to be held.” He confessed.
You looked back at him, not wasting a second in wrapping your arms around his torso. You felt his breathing slow down, and his heartbeat become more regular.
“Do you want me to pull aw-”
“Please don’t.” He pleaded. “I’ve just been so stressed. With school and wanting to perform well on the first team. I never felt this way before.”
You stayed in a comfortable silence, entangled in each others’ arms until he spoke up again.
“I.. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I just wanted to apologize. I’ve been an asshole to you… for some years now. Truth is, I don’t hate you. I never have.”
“So… Why have you been acting this way with me?” You looked back at him, your eyes getting lost in the beauty of his. “It hurt me to see you walk away, ignore me, for reasons beyond my comprehension.” You confessed.
“Don’t freak out, but when we were younger, I told Gavi that I liked you.” He scratched the back of his neck. ”He blew up at me. Wouldn’t talk to me for days. I mean, we were…8? But I got so scared of losing his friendship that I never brought it up again. I tried distancing myself from you, by being cold and distant. I was hoping that by doing this, you would naturally grow to dislike me, and I wouldn’t have to worry about my crush on you.” He blurted out.
You were shocked, to say the least. Your gaze softened. Your hand reached out for his, slowly wrapping your fingers around his.
None of you dared to say anything, choosing to simply sit in the comfortable silence you had created. After a few minutes processing his words, you broke the silence.
“We have a lot of catching up to do. I’m sorry Pablo was… well, Pablo.” You giggled. “Do you… still feel this way about me? After all these years?”
Fermín simply grabbed your chin before shyly placing a kiss on your lips, waiting for your reaction. Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled yourself closer, almost straddling him. His lips molded to yours, tongues fighting for dominance. Heavy breathing and soft moans could be heard coming from the room.
“Does this answer the question?” Fermín asked you.
“Absolutely.” You answered, going back for a second kiss.
After a heated make out session, which left you hot and sweaty, you both laid back on the couch, your body laying on top of his. Your head was placed on his chest, while your hand was tracing patterns on his bicep. His right hand was tracing circles on your hip, while his left hand held you closer to him, making sure you didn’t roll away.
“Can we take it slow?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe keep this a secret between us. Without telling Aurora or Pablo.”
“I’m okay with this. I want this to be just us… no external influence. No pressure. Just two teenagers falling in love all over again with one another.”
“Alright preciosa, just the two of us.” He kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening their hold on you, bringing you closer to his chest. “Maybe something did go right tonight.” He smiled to himself.
The two of you fell asleep, waking up a few minutes before your siblings came downstairs.
“Fermín? Y/N? Up already?” Aurora asked you, grabbing an aspiring for her head.
“Yeah, Y/N forgot her bag in my car and I woke up to retrieve it.” He lied through his teeth. “ I’ll hit the shower before breakfast.” Fermín loaded his glass of water in the dishwasher before running upstairs, suppressing the urge to kiss you in front of Aurora. Once he was out of earshot, Aurora whispered to you.
“Next time you want to make out with him, make sure we cannot hear you do so.” She winked before turning her back to you.
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