can i request for pedri in english?
where reader is from austria and can’t speak spanish so they teach eachother spanish and german? lots of love and if ypu don’t want to write it, it’s totally fine🤗
A/N: I don’t know any German so I did my best. 😬 for future reference I speak Spanish and English fluently. I know some Catalan and French. Hope you like it.
It was your first week with Barça and you truly believed you were completely in over your head. You had taken the job in Barcelona as a social media manager not paying any mind to the fact that you spoke absolutely zero Spanish and many of the players barely spoke English let alone German. You wished we you were back home to Austria.
This morning your assignment was with midfielder Pedro Gonzalez, or Pedri as most called him. To your disappointment he barely spoke any English. Here we go again, you thought to yourself, for sure they would be firing you today for failing to meet yet another assignment.
You sat in the team’s rec room waiting for Pedri. You practiced a few Spanish greeting words as the sound of the door opening startled you. Pedri walked in straight from practice with his cheeks fully flushed and looking somewhat disheveled.
He was what you imagined when you thought of a Spaniard. Dark hair and dark eyes. Hints of stubble coming out from where he had just shaved this morning. He was much younger than many of the other players but as he walked in he held some sort of dominating presence.
“Hola.” You smiled. “Hello.” He responded, you could tell me was also trying his best to meet you halfway. “We are going to make some videos about your favorite things.” You explained to the young man that was now sitting across from you with a confused look on his face. “Videos de tu favorito cosas.” You did your best. He smiled. “Vale.”
Thankfully you had the questions written in Spanish which helped direct him throughout the recording but the cringiness of the small talk was difficult to swallow.
As you pressed to stop recording after the last sentence you exhaled a breath of relief. “Terminas.” You said. Pedri walked over to you “We are done?” He said with almost no Spanish accent making you question whether he truly didn’t know any English. “Si.” You responded.
“Your name?” He asked. It was then you realized you had been so stressed about getting this assignment done right you hadn’t even told him your name. “Oh Uhm Y/N.” Pedri leaned in and gave you a kiss on each cheek and attempted to explain to you that was the way a proper Spanish hello was to be performed. You smiled shyly at him. “Freut mich, dich.” Nice yo meet you, you said to him. He smiled and waved goodbye as he left the rec room.
You had worked with only a few players during the week but Pedri by far had been the nicest. Maybe that’s why the session had been a success. You checked your watch and raced back to your office to try and work on the video so you could send it to your boss for approval. By the time you started to pack your bag to head out home the night sky had already overtaken Barcelona. You began to walk out towards your car when you heard footsteps and someone yelling out your name.
You turned back and saw Pedri now in different clothes jogging towards you. “Pedri, what are you doing here?” He did his best to explain to you he had stayed after hours to practice. “Tienes hambre?” Are you hungry? He asked. You nodded since you had already eaten your dinner in your office. “Drinks?” He asked shyly.
You should have known better but you had a miserable week. You missed your family and friends back in Austria and you needed a drink. Besides Pedri was eye candy and who would ever say no to someone like him. You chose to ignore the trouble you could get into both at work and with your heart if you says yes to his proposition. “Si.” You replied. Pedri managed to give you directions to a local bar and he was already there when you showed up.
The two of you communicated in between half spoken English from him and half spoken Spanish from you. As well as signs and sometimes the held of google translate. “How you say, bonita in German?” He asked you. “Muy bonita.” He corrected himself. “schöne?” You said questioning him. “Y/N schöne.” Said Pedri with a smile as he took another sip of his drink. You looked down shyly.
“Gracias.” You responded. “You have boyfriend at home?” Pedri asked. You could tell he had been sitting on that question for minutes now because he either couldn’t figure out how to say it or he had to get more alcohol in him to have the guts to. You nodded “no.” Silence.
“How do you say girlfriend in Spanish?” You asked. “Ah,” he giggled. “No, no yo no tengo novia.” I don’t have a girlfriend. He responded. “Novia.” You repeated.
The two of you sat there drinking for some time. Sometimes not believing that somehow the two of you were actually having a meaningful conversation despite the language barrier. As the night came to an end Pedri asked for the tab and payed motioning for you to put your money away. “No, no.” He had said.
The two of you walked out as he asked what direction your car was. You pointed towards the right and he began to walk you. “Aqui.” You said as you reached your car. He walked up to stand right in front of you. “How do you say kiss in German?” He asked. You could feel his breath on you. The warmth of his body now right in front of you. You could smell his cologne that somehow you hadn’t been able to in the bar. And it was intoxicating. You smiled as he leaned in and kissed you.
A few seconds later his lips let go of you and you stood there in front of him dumbfounded. “Kuss.” You whispered.
