2015 - 1996

Men use “I’m just a man” to cheat on their wives. Odysseus uses “I’m just a man” to kill, slay and torture people to get back to HIS wife. They are not the same.

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they were SO sexy in that ep i can't explain it

the boy of my dreams– lando norris.

summary: one shot where you're the mclaren photographer and can't get lando out of your head. and he can't get you out of his head either.

nsfw at the end.

his hands. all over your body. his lips. on yours.

it was all too much. and everytime it started  to get really intense, that's when you woke up.

now, it is not entirelly professional to get this kind of unholy thoughts about the person you work for. but you couldn't help it. as much as you tried.

you knew it would be hard not to fall for the drivers the moment you took the job as the official mclaren photographer, but you insisted that you would get your hormones at bay and try not to mess anything up. working in formula one has always been your dream. since you were born, you have always loved the feeling of capturing a moment on camera and keep it with you. and for as long as you can remember, there was nothing more that you wanted to photograph than those fast cars. your love for photography has always been tighted with your passion for f1, so now that you found your way into the sport, the least you could do is try not to lose the job you worked hard to get.

you could fall for any driver (not that you should tho) but you cannot fall for a mclaren driver. under any circumstance. you made that promise to yourself the moment they contacted you. there are plenty of handsome men to look at on that damn grid. you knew you're were not here to behave like a hormonal  fifteen year old, but you knew it is very hard no to stare at the talented men around you. but the only exception is the mclaren boys. they need to be out of the equation.

that's what you kept repeating yourself. over and over again. and yet there he was, in your mind. in your dreams.

what is it with lando norris? and how could you get him out of your head?

that's the million dollar question. one that you would give everything to know.

there are three team photographers, one that focuses on the fans and crew. one that focuses on daniel. and one that focuses on lando.

you started working with the team last year, and they assigned you the fans part of the job. you did an amazing work, perfectly capturing the enthusiasm and all that papaya love and pride through your lenses. you made a really good impression on the team, so when lando's photographer had to quit, they didn't think twice to move you and assign you as his photographer.

that's when it all started to get messy.

you had kept your distance since the beginning (as much as you could) and you were so focused on showing everyone that you deserved to be there, on trying to make the team proud, that you didn't pay a lot of attention to the handsome british boy. of course you sometimes got a bit distracted on the garage, with his laugh and his funny comments. and his smile. and the way he always lighten up the room. and how he changed when he was focused, the way his eyes glistened with determination, and intensity. ok maybe you sometimes stared at him a bit too much. but it was alright. as long as it didn't escalate into something more.

but then the change happened, and you got to meet him. and you found yourself following him around all the time, taking pictures of him, studying every angle of his face, his body, his car. and it obviously escalated to the point where he intruded in your dreams every night and wouldn't leave your head for five seconds.

how professional.

and the worst part was not only that you felt highly attracted to him but it was the fact that you felt like... he kinda felt something towards you as well.

.

water. cold water. that's what he needed after yet another dream. he had lost count of how many times he had dreamt with you. and it wasn't quite a happy ever after kind of dream. it was rough. and intense. and hot. and so unprofessional.

he cursed himself over and over again everytime. he had the opportunity to be with all the girls he wanted, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about his photographer. that sweet, beautiful, fierce woman who gave it everything for a perfect shot. who was always so patience, and kind towards everyone. so funny and charming. he thought you were cute since the beginning, but since you had the fans part of the work you weren't around him that much so he never had a chance to get to know you or anything. but now it was different. now everywhere he looked, you were there. you two would laugh about the same jokes, and be around each other most of the time.

and that was not helping the crush he had on you. and it was so wrong, although he doubted anyone at mclaren would say anything if he shot your shot and asked you out. but he knew if things didn't work out, you might lose your job or it would be highly awkward.

he told himself it would pass. that he needed to get his needs out and take another girl home so he could get you out of his mind. but it was no use.

and it was not easy to deal with the kind of thoughts that came to mind everytime he caught you looking at him. because then all his dreams would came back, and they would be stuck in his head. and all he would want to do would be making every single one come true.

.

it was the monaco grand prix where he decided to shoot his shot with you. the pair of you would not take your eyes off each other by that time of the season, and you had spent so much more time than necessary around each other. the sexual tension was so visible that you had even flirted as a joke a couple of times, but every time it would start getting more serious until he decided to go for it.

it was quali day and you and lando were about to part ways as he got into his trailer, but before you left he called your name.

"let's make a bet", he said eyes full of determination.

"i'm terrible at bets", you responded, looking up from your camera.

"hear me out", he said. "if i get into the top three today, you have to go on a date with me."

red painted your cheeks as you laughed and looked around to see if anyone had heard what he had said.

"i've been trying very hard to keep it professional between us, norris. don't destroy my effort", you said, bringing a hand to your chest in a gesture of innocence.

the way you called him by his last name never failed to turn him on, but he didn't let that distract him from the rest of what you said.

"so that means that you have thought of us in that way. you and i both know our efforts to keep it professional will fail eventually. i can't get you out of my mind, no matter how much i try. and i know you're afraid that this might mess things up with the team", he blurted, caught up in a rush. "so let's have faith tell us what we should do. if everything goes in my favor today", he came closer to you, not letting your eyes for a second, "you go out with me. would that be so bad?", his eyes dropped to you lips and stayed there for what it felt like hours and then returned to your eyes.

you had run out of air and were struggling to keep it together after all the things he had said. of course you had thought of going out with him. for fuck's sake you had thought of him doing all kinds of dirty things to you. and now he was here saying that he thought of you too. you replied quickly before you could change your mind.

"you got yourself a deal then"

.

"lando norris will start the 2022 monaco grand prix in front row as he finishes his flying lap, securing himself p2 on tomorrow's race"

the post race glow he had was almost poetic as you flashed your camera at him. everyone went up to congratulate him but you stayed away taking pictures, wanting to congratulate him privately. you were incredibly proud of the way he drove today and you wanted to tell him. you took pictures while the interviewer talked to him and after he finished, he went straight to the trailer excusing himself saying that he needed to pee real quick. you went after him to quickly talk to him before the other interviews started.

"hey, lucky boy", you called him and he turned  right outside the doors of the trailer. "congratulations today, you were really incredible out th-"

you couldn't finish the sentence because suddenly both of his hands were cupping your cheeks and his lips were on yours. it was a quick kiss. it all happened so fast. by the time you realized what had happened he put distance between you, smiling wide.

"LANDO!", you blurted, your eyes wide. he threw his head back laughing, drunk on the feeling of being invincible.

"see you tonight", he said as he turned and went inside the trailer, leaving you processing everything that had happened. you snapped out of your stupor and walked away, butterflies making a mess on your stomach.

he had kissed you. lando norris, the mclaren driver you should stay away from, had kissed you. and all you could think of was how you wanted him to do it again, and again, and again.

.

i'm taking you to my favorite restaurant for our date. i'll pick you up at 7 :)

you read the text he sent over and over again. still struggling to believe that this was real. you and lando, on a date. the simple idea had you giggling like a fool. you put on the fancy dress you had packed on your bag for the team's party and started to work on your makeup.

he picked you up. the ride to the restaurant was full of laughs and comments about qualifying.

"as i was saying before you interrupted me today, you were incredible out there. i'm so proud of you and that p2", you said looking at him drive. you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked with one hand on the wheel and wearing that black shirt. but your thoughts spun out of control when he moved his free hand and placed it on you bare thigh.

"that means a lot to me, it really does", he said looking at you for a bit. "But i wouldn't have changed interrupting you today."

his hand on your thigh, his comment about today, everything seemed to pause for a moment.

"this is not professional, lando. we are gonna get in trouble. i'm specially gonna get in trouble", you said, reality hitting you.

"let's forget about the trouble for tonight, love", he said, rubbing his thumb on your thigh, distracting you from everything for a second. "if we have to face the team, we'll face them together."

this night could change everything. for better or for worse. but you carried on, willing to enjoy this date with the guy of your dreams. you placed your hand on top of his as you both continued the ride to the restaurant.

lando reserved the restaurant's rooftop so you could enjoy your privacy. the place was amazing, with a perfect view of monaco glowing in the night. the food was delicious as well. you two spent the night talking and enjoying each other's company. everything was so easy with him. you both were so used to being around each other that everything just felt right.

after dinner, you stood up and went to the edge of the rooftop to take pictures of the beautiful view and lando joined you by your side.

"you know, you look pretty all the time, specially in mclaren clothes", he whispered close to you. "but you look stunning tonight."

you felt your cheeks get warm for the comment. who would have thought lando could have such a way with words. you were so used to him messing around and never being so serious that you never thought of the other facets he might have.

"i would very much prefer you on your race suit, because god knows what that curse thing does to me, but i gotta admit you also look pretty handsome tonight", you replied, taking your eyes off monaco and looking at his pretty eyes. those eyes were a better view than anything else in the world.

"mmhm. now i'm intrigued. what sort of things does the race suit do to you?", he placed his hands on your hips, and you put your hands on his chest.

"that is something you'll find out after a couple of dates, norris. don't get ahead of yourself."

"if you call me like that again i will not be responsable for what i do.", he said, his voice voice dropping as he got closer to your lips and his hands around your hips tightened.

"are you holding back, norris? afraid of all the things i do to you?"

he wasted no time to end the little distance between you as one of his hands left you hip and got behind you neck, deepening the kiss. your hands getting lost on his hair, you kissed him back, opening your mouth to let his tongue slide in. you got drunk on the kiss, savoring it and enjoying finally being able to show him just a little bit of what he meant to you.

"you have no idea for how long i've wanted to kiss you. i held back as much as i could because i didn't want to throw my job away, but i swear you don't leave my mind", you murmured in between kisses.

"i've dreamt about this. for so long", he said his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, and leaving wet kisses there.

"i wonder what other things you've dreamt about", you said, breathing hard as you felt his tongue on your neck, every kiss feeling like heaven.

"oh yeah?", his lips leaving your neck and coming back to your mouth, stopping inches away from it. "that is something that you will find out after a couple of dates."

"mmhm sounds fair.", you smiled and joined your lips together, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours, not wanting this night to end.

.

it was race day, and lando was starting second on the grid. people were getting everything ready for the race that was about to start. all the drivers were preparing for the grand prix. you took your chance to wish lando good luck and headed to the trailer. you knocked on the door and a few seconds later he opened the door.

"just wanted to wish you good luck today, i know monaco can be tricky but i know you'll-", he quickly pulled you into the trailer and closed the door. he grabbed your chin and kissed you fiercely. you didn't hesitate to correspond the kiss. smiling, you put distance between the two of you. "idiot you need to stop interrupting me like this."

he laughed, joining your foreheads together. "i'm sorry, i can't help it. you were saying?"

"well after that kiss i can't remember what i wanted to said." you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "good luck out there, you got this."

"take some killer pictures, i'm looking specially fine today." you both laughed as you turned to open the door and get to the garage, you both went there, excited for what was to come.

lando got himself on the podium that day, his smile shining bright as the sun. some eyes definitely turned to watch how he came running to you after he hugged the team. he hugged you tight, so tight you kinda ran out of air but you were too happy to care. he felt as if he was floating, later he would realize that it hadn't been the best decision to come running to you, because well... it made it all too obvious. but he wouldn't want to change a thing.

after monaco everything changed for the better. lando and you spent most of the time together, in and out of the paddock. more dates had been planned and they all had been great. as things got more serious, you both decided to talk to the team about your relationship. they were obviously not surprised, and also not very happy, but as they said "it was something they couldn't control" and assured you that you would not get in trouble as long as you continued the great job you were doing.

two grand prix later, it was race day in Baku. lando had had an issue with the car on saturday so he stayed out of q1. but although he started in p12, he finished p7 on the race, securing some good points for the team, and he was so happy you couldn't help but give him a little gift. he had been more than respectful over the past weeks, not wanting to rush things out with you, but you knew you both craved some action to release all the sexual tension that kept building between you.

race suit hanging from his hips, lando entered the trailer a little flushed for the heat of the track and the city. you were waiting for him inside. he smiled as he saw you, closing the door behind him.

"i was looking for you, i didn't know where you-", you didn't let him finish. you kissed him, your hand running up and down his chest, already heated by the thought of you were about to do."now i do get why you're always mad i interrupt you."

"you did a phenomenal job on the track today", you said looking at his eyes. "and i think", your hand getting lower and lower, "i think you deserve a reward." your hand stopped as you palmed his cock.

"mmhm. i think you're under the influence of this cursed race suit", he said, his hand moving from your hip and cupping your ass.

"i did tell you only god knew the things this race suit did to me", you murmured on his lips. "i think i need to show you what i mean", your hand found the hem of the boxers and you pulled out his hard cock, giving him a few pumps, you slowly got on your knees, never breaking the eye to eye contact.

"you look so pretty on your knees for me", he said, taking your loose hair into his fist.

you wasted no time as you slowly started to lick his tip, and then progressively took him into your mouth. with lando's hand pushing you a bit from the back of head, you sucked his dick until it was whole into your mouth. you increased the pace, stealing soft moans from lando as he tilted his head back and his other hand went up to his neck. "you take me so well, baby. don't stop now."

he started to fuck your mouth as his hips started to move. driving him to the edge, you swirled your tongue over his hard length. he left out moan that would've knocked you down to your knees if you weren't already. he came in your mouth, and as you swallowed he left out a ragged breath. he wasted no time as he helped you get back up and pushed you against the wall.

"it's time to show all the things i've dreamed to do to you", he said kissing your neck.

"i'm all yours."

"damn right you are."

his hands were everywhere, his lips were on yours and everything seemed to fade away. you bit his lower lip as his hands found the zip of your pants and his fingers lingered on your wet core.

"so wet for me, huh", he said in between kisses. he slide his fingers in between your folds and introduced one, pumping it slowly in and out of you. you whimpered as he caught the skin of your neck between his teeth and then eased it off with his tongue. you needed to feel him, you needed more to fill you. you moved your hips against his hand.

"moan for me baby", he said, pumping the finger faster. you were happy to oblige as he introduced another finger. you moaned as you threw your head back, giving him total visibility to your neck. he couldn't help it, and his hand closed around your neck, careful not to apply pressure just yet. "is this alright?", he said, his fingers constantly hitting that spot that made you lose control.

"yes", you replied. his chokehold turning you on more than you could explain.

"good girl", he said applying a bit of pressure on your neck as he introduced another finger, driving you to the edge. you felt your walls started to come together. "cum on my fingers, baby. i wanna taste you."

the orgasm came, almost making you scream his name. he brought his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean, tasting you. he kissed you, his lips on yours feeling like they were the oxygen you needed to live.

"they'll start looking for you.", you said, your thumb rubbing his cheek.

"they can wait. there is nothing more important than who i have in front of me", he replied, your heart doing pirouettes inside your chest, his words ringing in your ears.

Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich

warnings: none really, fluff, maybe mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.8 k

note: special thanks to my friend and editor @clemswinecorn4r, who helped me so so much and without her I wouldn’t have finished this in at least 2 years.

I looked up at the gorgeous building that the annual prize giving of Formula 2 and Formula 3 was held in. Our team; MP Motorsport, won both the team’s and the driver’s championship this year and I had no choice but to attend. Not like I mind showing up in a nice dress in Monaco to have a taste of the rich life. As I stepped inside, I could already see Ollie Bearman chatting with the Leclerc brothers all three sipping the champagne that is given out at the entrance.

“Did you know that the drinking age here is 18?” I asked Ollie after the brothers left us.

“I’m really close to 18, okay?” he replied.

“Like 6 months?” I asked with a huge smile, remembering how drunk he got at a club after Monza.

“Closer than you are!”

“Young man, you are being rude.” I nudged his shoulder.

“You started it, old lady.” he chuckled. “But doesn’t matter how old you are you still look good.”

“Thank you, Ollie, you look handsome.”

“I’m guessing you have to go.” he after spotting the golden boy of my team in the background.

I made my way over to Felipe Drugovich, winner of the Formula 2 championship this year, and the one that I had to stick with the whole evening. He looked lost standing in the hall, all by himself. His expression changed as soon as he recognized me. He looked like he found who he was looking for.

“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me after greeting me with a hug.

“I don’t know, just chat around, you know.”

“Chat with who?” he stared at me, terrified with big eyes.

“I don’t have a list of people you have to talk to. We could introduce you to some new people maybe?” Felipe gave me the same horrified look. “Or… we could try to find some familiar faces from MP or even some Aston dudes?”

“Who is coming from MP?”

“Umm… Not sure, they only told me about is Sander Dorsman.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“You must be right. How about we talk to Victor Martins? I see him just now.” I nod in the direction of the Formula 3 champion.

“Do we really have to?” he asked me with a tortured look.

“I will help if it gets dull. That’s what I am paid for.” I grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards a group of people.

“Ah, here is our other star! Hello Felipe how are you?” asked Bruno Michel as soon as we arrived.

“Excellent, thank you.” said Felipe with a flawless smile, and then giving me a side-glance, that could kill. I always find it difficult not to giggle when Felipe is forced to socialize. He always needs somebody by his side, but he manages to do the job just fine himself. I’ve known him for three years now, and I had stood next to him countless times on occasions like this one, supporting him.

I took a sip of the champagne I’ve been holding since my arrival and finally took my time to check him out. He took things casually, but I could still see that he put a lot of effort into his appearance. I even thought he made a great decision with choosing a black shirt instead of a traditional white one.

There was something unusual about him that I just couldn’t figure out. He was glowing in a way. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation I dragged him into. Something I never thought would happen. Or maybe, after countless occasions he was able to fool even me into thinking he enjoyed himself. That thought disappointed and scared me at the same time. After complaining for almost a whole year about how much he missed my assistance while he was with another team, he was fine. He applied the techniques I taught him to deal with anxiety, subtly fidgeting, while keeping that perfect smile on his face the whole time.

It reminded me of something I wanted to keep out of my mind; this is my last time working with him. He won the championship, and he is leaving. I have known that for a while but it never hit me as hard as that moment. Highly unprofessional of me to be upset about it. But somehow, in the last three years we have grown a bond, making us more than just work mates. I really liked him as a person, as a friend.

His laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around and everyone was looking at him, with bright smiles and some even politely laughing. But his eyes were glued to me. I had absolutely no idea what joke was made, but it looked like Felipe was the one to make it. And I was supposed to laugh too. I didn’t even realize that I lost my smile somewhere in my thought process. I took a sip again to hide my embarrassment as everyone carried on talking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Felipe still looking at me confused, but I chose to act like nothing happened.

With more and more people to arriving, and the small circle we were standing in, started to grow bigger and bigger, as everyone wanted to join the two champions. Finally, Laura Winter stepped on the stage and asked everyone to find their assigned seats and get ready to start.

The MP family’s table was right in the middle, visible to everyone in the room, alongside ART and Prema. The three teams that clenched a title this year. I sat down right next to Felipe and Jen. Everyone was politely chatting to their neighbors, or in some cases to somebody that was sitting on the other side of the table.

The lights got dimmed, a signal that the ceremony will begin shortly, and everyone finished the sentence they have started.

Felipe looked at me, smiling, enjoying the spotlight for once, but with fear in his eyes. Without words, I reached for his hand under the table and pulled it into my lap to hold with both of my hands. His eyes widened with surprise but he held my hand and squeezed it twice. I started playing with his ring, which seemed like a reasonable way to pass the boring moments, but I just ended up not paying attention, and not clapping when I was supposed to. And Felipe didn’t clap either. Seeing me terrified, he untangled our fingers and just placed his hand on my thigh. I hesitated, but put my palm on the back of his and, not wanting to let go of his touch.

“It is definitely easier to clap this way, right?” he mumbled so only I could hear.

I would lie if I gave any opinion about the ceremony, since I don’t remember anything other than Felipe’s thumb circling on my skin. I also remember feeling cold when he sometimes took it to clap, and once when he went to collect his trophy.

Once everyone got their awards and trophies, they asked the stars of the evening to gather for pictures. Felipe stood up and when he realized I wasn’t planning on joining him he bent down to whisper in my ear: “Are you seriously not coming with me?”

“Well… Uh, you have company, and I only have to accompany you when you would be alone otherwise.” I suddenly forgot how to speak English when he pressed a kiss on my cheek and said “You are an idiot. I want you to come.”

I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. I slowly stood up and face Felipe, him holding his arm out signaling for me to cling ono him. And I did.

“Looks like someone is very quiet this evening.” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

“Looks like someone decided to be unhinged this evening.” I responded, suddenly finding my voice.

“I have to shoot my shot, you know. I live on a rock that spins really fast.”

He guides me toward the few people that are already at the couch that they decided to use as a photo-corner.

“Felipe! Congratulations, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” said Fernando Alonso, greeting Felipe like an old friend. “And sorry, who are you?” he asks looking at me.

“Felipe come, please!” the photographer shouts, and as Felipe excuses himself, I am left with Fernando and George Russell, both staring at me, waiting for me to introduce me.

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me. My name is y/n, I work for MP Motorsport, as a social media manager basically.” I shook both of their hands.

“I knew you looked familiar.” George exclaimed. “You have been in this position for some time now, right?”

“For three years now, so yes, you could say.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have to go.” Felipe placed a palm on my lower back and guided me towards the exit.

“We can’t just leave Felipe! Half of these people are here to celebrate you!” I yelled at him as soon as he opens the door for me.

“But I want to be with you.” he said in a low voice.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“One?”

“Are you asking me this? Or are you asking yourself?”

“Why are you trying to change the subject? y/n, we really need to talk.”

“It can wait. Don’t get me wrong, I know we have to, but this is not an appropriate time.”

“Why? I have waited months and honestly, I feel like I wasted these months.”

“Months?” I felt my heart dropping to my stomach.

“Yes. But now we won’t be working together anymore. y/n, I think I am in love with you. And I hate the thought of you being away from me. Which may sound a little selfish, but I was hoping you would feel the same. So would you go on a date with me?” he asked anxiously while stepping closer to me.

“Felipe…” I breathe out.

“y/n, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure or anything, I just really wanted to tell you, okay?”

“No, it is not like this. I just don’t even know what to say and I really want to kiss your right now.”

And I did kiss him. Or perhaps he kissed me? Or perhaps it happened at the same time. It didn’t matter, because as soon as our lips met there was no way back. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I felt that this was right. He was right. I arrived to the destination I didn’t even know existed. It was home.

“You’re shivering. Let’s go back and from now on if anyone asks, you are my date.” he pulled me in for another kiss.

“That’s so stupid.” I said with the widest grin ever.

i've got my eye on you –pedri

pedri and gavi met y/n and they both have a crush on her, pedri decides to step aside and let his best friend go after her. but turns out things are not as simple as that.

all pedri could think about was that girl he had just met. his friend laura had came by his house to return something she had borrowed from pedri and she had brought a friend with her. y/n was by far the prettiest girl he had laid eyes on. he had asked them to come in and have a drink with him and gavi, who was also at his house. gavi had introduced himself to y/n, and also invited her and laura to come him but the girls couldn't stay so they left. and that what all it took for pedri to have y/n constantly in his head for the rest of the day.

what he didn't know was that the same thing was happening to gavi.

"look man im pretty sure i fell in love at first sight", gavi said in the car, while pedri drove him to his place.

pedri laughed, "well that's the first time ive heard you say that"

"i know, i don't usually say this but you know the girl that was with laura today? y/n? ive been thinking about her all day" , gavi brought his hands to his face, embarrassed.

pedri's stomach sank. okay, they both thought y/n was a pretty girl, nothing was wrong with that. but he had never ever heard gavi -who was never seriously interested in any girl- speak like that about anyone.

"she is beautiful, the most beautiful girl ive seen, and she also seemed pretty sweet", gavi said looking at his best friend. "you gotta invite laura to hang out, and tell her to bring y/n"

pedri laughed again. "okay, lover boy." he tried to wipe y/n's pretty smile off his mind. gavi was interested in her, and he was like his little brother, he couldn't be in the way, no matter how much he thought of y/n. he wouldn't let his attraction to her go any further.

...

"im gonna ask you a favor, and it's one that you'll probably like", laura said wiggling her eyebrows and entering your room.

"what is it?", you asked smiling, knowing nothing your roomie could be planning would be good.

"i know you have to go out today to buy some food so on your way here could you please give this to pedri? he left this sweater here forever ago and now he wants it back for whatever reason", she said. "you know where his place is, i'll let him know you're the one going because i am busy."

"laura you are NOT busy", you said giving her a judgy look.

"i know but im in my pajamas and i don't want to get changed", she whined, "besides you can see your new crush."

you threw her your pillow, "oh my god i only said that he was really cute shut up!!"

"same thing darling", she winked at you, "but please i'm being serious, would you do it?"

you were actually excited to see pedri again so you couldn't say no to her.

you remembered where he lived since you had met him about a week ago, you got to his front door and knocked.

"hi, y/n", pedri said with a smile.

"hey", you replied, "i brought your sweater", you handed it to him awkwardly.

he thanked you and before he could really think it through he said, "do you want to come in and have a drink?" he knew he shouldn't, but he had been thinking about you for days and now that you were here he couldn't resist to try yo make you stay a little longer.

you said yes, maybe even a little too quickly but you were a bit nervous so you just blurted it out.

and just like that you spent all afternoon talking, to be fair time went faster when pedri was with you. even though he was quite shy for a football player, you two seemed to connect and conversation would flow easily. you told him how you had met laura and he told you how she and him were friends since they were little.

"wow i should probably get going, surely lau is wondering where i am", you chuckled.

"yeah no worries", pedri said standing up, and he accompanied you to the door. "it was... very nice talking to you", he couldn't help to say it, he had loved every minute of it, getting to know you a bit more. just as friends, of course, he kept repeating that to himself.

you blushed a little and you heart started beating faster. "i feel the same way", you smiled at him.

he opened the door for you, "see you soon, y/n"

you remembered that barcelona was going to play tomorrow so before courage left you, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "good luck on the match tomorrow", you said and giving him a little smile, you turned in your heels and left.

pedri closed the door and let out a sigh. he really wished that gavi suddenly had forgotten about his crush on you because the last thing he wanted to do was stay away from you.

two weeks had passed and now laura, gavi, pedri and you were sitting together. the four of you had been all day planning fer's birthday surprise, the birthday of pedri's brother was in 3 days and even though he would spend most of the day working, pedri wanted to surprise him with a little something when he got home. and so, he had asked laura to help him organize everything, and to bring y/n along because 4 minds thought more than just 3. and of course, he really wanted to see you again.

"should we get some food? or just a cake and some drinks?", gavi asked.

"well i know we can get a bunch of free bananas from pedri, count that as the first thing ready for the party", you joked and he laughed, your eyes finding his immediately. you loved his smile. whenever you two shared a smile, or a look, you felt like everybody else disappeared from the room, only the two of you remaining present.

he felt it too, like you were the only one there with him, and his heart couldn't help to beat faster. but then reality would hit him, and he would hear gavi's voice asking you something, trying to make conversation, and he would look the other way. because it was not right.

gavi hadn't forgotten about his crush on you and in fact, he had told him that he would ask you the day of the party to go out on a date with him. so pedri had decided to step aside because his best friend liked you, and he couldn't do that him, no matter how he felt towards you.

..

the party was here and even when pedri invited only a couple of people, the place was crowded and he didn't know how that had happened. he went to get a drink to the kitchen and on his way back to the backyard he found gavi eagerly talking to you. he paused and stayed there, watching the two of you from a distance. gavi was probably asking you out right now. he turned and went looking for his brother.

you felt very weird. you arrived to the party with laura, and quickly found gavi with who you started talking. he introduced you to some of his teammates from the club who had attended to the party, you thought it was really sweet of him. but, you couldn't find pedri, and you found that really weird.

"im gonna find something to drink", you said to gavi.

"oh if you want i can bring it for you", he offered smiling.

"oh don't worry i'll be quick", you said and went inside the house, heading to the kitchen, you opened the door and there you found pedri. you couldn't help but to smile. "well hello, i finally found you"

"hey", god you looked gorgeous tonight, he thought. he really needed to stay away. "have you seen fer? im looking for him"

"yeah he's talking to one of your teammates", and you hadn't finished when he rushed past you, murmuring a "thanks"

the night was really different from what you had expected. from pedri being far away from you for a reason you couldn't comprehend, to gavi looking nervous and then asking you to go on a date with him, and you awkwardly telling him that you saw him as a friend and that you actually liked someone else. after the party ended, you stayed to go talk to pedri.

he was in the kitchen, yet again. "did i do something?", you asked, his behavior was hurting you, why would he act distant so suddenly?

"what do you mean?", he acted he really didn't know what you were talking about.

"you've been avoiding me all night, don't act like you haven't realized that"

he closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "it's for the better", he murmured.

"what is that supposed to mean?", you furrowed your brows, you were getting angry by all of this confusing conversation.

"did gavi left?", he asked you suddenly, completely changing the topic.

"i don't know and i don't care, pedri", you said truthfully, all you cared about was the boy in front of you.

that threw him out of balance, and he realized that you both had taken steps throughout the conversation and now were face to face. "didn't he... ask you out?", now he furrowed his eyebrows. he had stayed away from you all night because his friend was gonna shoot his shot with you.

"he did, and i said no", why would he care about that? it was obvious that you didn't have eyes for anyone else but for pedri.

his eyes widened and he couldn't help but to ask, "why?"

you gave in, you placed your hand on the side of his neck and leaned in to kiss him tenderly. he kissed you back and his hands found your waist. he felt like he was dreaming. you broke the kiss smiling and slight shaking your head, "you're the reason why"

everything clicked then, and he understood that it didn't matter if he stayed away, it didn't matter if he looked the other way, because it wouldn't change the way you felt about each other. he pulled you to him and kissed you again. this one being very different from the one moments ago. it was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, the kind that left you spinning. the type of kiss that made you feel like you were the only two people on earth.

but you weren't.

"you son of a bitch", you heard. you both separated from each other and turned to the kitchen door. gavi stood there, his jaw clenched.

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part 2

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