Prométeme - Zach Dempsey x Reader
Request - “Hii could you do a 13rw/Hispanic reader x Zach where there both besties but secretly like each other but never will admit it…”
A/N: I actually did a lot of research for this one, as I didn’t want to be culturally false or insensitive, but still be able to portray the Hispanic character. Apologies if it has come across wrong, and please let me know! *the abuelo says “one language is not enough” and “I liked the guy when I met him. he is handsome. Is he rich? What does your mother think?” the title means “promise me”. Please correct me on anything that is wrong!
“Please, Zach? It’s just one night and you know you love me…” you begged your best friend, Zach, to come to your annual family party, which was always a huge bore. You came from a very large Hispanic family who took this opportunity every year to join everyone together. Problem was, you were one of the few youngest bar your baby cousin and always had to answer questions about your future etc etc.
“There’s booze, right?” He asked as he opened up his locker.
“Yes. Plenty.” You nodded. He was silent for what felt like ages. “And hone-”
“I’m in.” He interrupted.
“You just wanted to make me sweat, didn’t you?” You hit him jokingly.
“Obviously.” He turned to walk to his class.
“Asshole.” You called after him.
You and Zach had been friends since kindergarten, after he’d given you his spade in the sandpit. The other kids had teased you for making a bad sandcastle, but Zach had come to your rescue. And he had continued to do that in all the years ever since that day, and you to his. You trusted Zach unconditionally, he was your rock through everything. However, the only issue was the small problem of your not-so-small crush on him. Honestly, it wasn’t even a big crush, it was full-blown-deep-down feelings for your best friend.
It wasn’t entirely clear to you when this had happened, but sometime around puberty you had noticed that you loved the way Zach laughed only when he was with you, and how his hair poked up without any product in it.
Both your families were very traditional, but culturally different, which sometimes caused issues. However, you and Zach remained strong throughout.
Your parents had already left for your abuela’s and abuelo’s home, leaving you to arrive with Zach.
Although it wasn’t a majorly fancy party, you always had to dress a little on the nice side. So you’d decided to wear a summery yellow dress.
“Beautiful, as always.” Zach was leaning at your door, you hadn’t even notice him come in.
“Pffft. Hey Zach.” You scoffed, taking one last look at your reflection, before joining him at the door. “You ready?” You gave him a knowing smirk, he had no idea what was coming.
“Promise me you won’t stop being my best friend after this?” You whispered up at Zach as you made your way into the house.
He chuckled as if the idea was absolutely insane, but before he’d had a chance to respond, you were greeted by one of many. The uncle who you could only vaguely remember sauntered up to you and kissed you on both cheeks.
“Chula! Muy buenos! Oh! And who is this young man here?” He looked Zach up and down. “Boyfriend?” He nudged you with his elbow.
“Boyfriend?! Y/N has a boyfriend? Why have I not heard this before!” His wife came up to stand beside him.
“You two make the sweetest couple!” She enthused, jumping up and down a little. “Sofia will be so excited!” You remembered Sofia from the previous year, she was one of the few who were your age.
“Thank you, Miss. We appreciate your blessing. I’m Zach.” Zach held his hand out for her to shake. What was he doing? He basically just told them you were dating! Disagreeing at this point would only make things more difficult.
“Yes, thank you. We should probably go and greet everyone else now, but it was lovely to see you.” You smiled warmly at the two in front of you, before dragging Zach in a way that was rough, but looked tender, off to a corner.
“What in the hell was that?!” You whisper shouted. Zach shrugged his shoulders.
“Seemed like the best way outta there.” He was grinning slightly, evidently pleased that he’d peeved you off.
“I hate you.” You shook your head.
“Love you too, girlfriend.” He winked as he moved you into the centre of the room.
“Did I hear that correctly? You’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” Asked your Abuelo. He had met Zach on occasion.
You looked up at Zach reluctantly. “Yes Abuelo. You’ve met Zach before?” You smiled sweetly.
“Oh yes, lovely boy. I’m glad you picked this one. ¿Hablas español?” He turned to Zach, who looked slightly baffled. On realising his lack of response, Abuelo muttered to himself; “Un idioma nunce es suficiente.”
You rolled your eyes at this, since he clearly didn’t actually ask if he could speak more than one language or not.
“Me gustó el tipo cuando lo conocí. es guapo. ¿Es rico? Que piensa tu madre?” He grabbed your shoulder. You chuckled. Your abuelo was always very overprotective of you.
After sufficiently convincing many family members at the party of your relationship, Sofia approached you and Zach.
“A few of us are gonna go upstairs and watch some horror movies. You in?”
You looked at Zach, your eyes nodding at him.
The room was fairly packed due to the small space, but there was an unoccupied beanbag in the corner, big enough for you and Zach. The other teens were already comfortable.
“Hey, Y/N! Who’s this?” Asked a boy in the corner.
“This is Zach.” You motioned to your best friend.
“I’m her boyfriend.” He gave a small wave, warranting a small shove in the side from you.
In all honestly, you loved hearing the words come from his mouth, but the whole thing hurt so much more knowing they weren’t true.
The girls gave each other a few looks and giggles, noticing how attractive Zach was. You internally rolled your eyes.
About half an hour into the film, you started to feel afraid. Despite your desperate attempts to disguise your fear, Zach still noticed. Being in the corner of the room, no one could hear you two say the occasional word to the other.
“Come here,” he whispered into your ear, pulling you into him. You folded Into him like paper, using him as a stable reminder that what was happening on screen was not real life. Inhaling his strawberry scent, which smelt like home, you gripped one of his hands.
“Easy, tiger. I’m not unbreakable.”
Despite his verbal complaints, (which were lacklustre, at best), Zach drew circles on your back with his spare hand, and rubbed his cheek against your hair.
“SHIT!” You screamed, when a jump scare came up on the screen, causing you to curl into Zach even more than before.
“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered into your hair, gripping your hand. The term surprised you, as Zach has never called you as such before, but you were in too much of a state to complain. Apparently, the term surprised Zach too, as he had a look of ‘I’m-kicking-myself-right-now’, which slowly turned into an expression of ‘fuck-it’.
What you had no idea of, was the fact that Zach himself had reciprocated your feelings, always assuming you’d never feel the same. He’d decided tonight that he couldn’t go on any longer pretending he felt nothing for you.
After another jump scare, Zach’s hand was red from how much you’d squeezed it.
“Shhh, you’re safe, i’m here.”
“You know what i Said earlier?” You finally spoke to him. “About disowning me as a best friend?”
He chuckled as he had the first time.
“I can promise you that I won’t stop being your best friend, but I can’t promise you that that’s all I’ll be.”
You didn’t understand. Were you hearing him correctly? Did he really just insinuate what you thought he had?
“Do you mean-?” You had contorted your body so that you were facing him now, completely ignoring what was happing on screen or in the rest of the room.
Zach gulped a little, clearly trying to conceal nerves. “I really fucking like you, Y/N, and not just as my best friend.”
“Are you taking the piss because I’m scared?”
He looked hurt. “I’d never! I’ve been so worried this would ruin our entire friendship, but I realised recently that although you probably don’t feel the same, our friendship is strong enough to get past this. I just realised I had to tell you.” He loosened his grip around you slightly, showing that he was feeling unsure.
Without words, you smiled and leaned your head up to his, pecking him on the lips.
“I really fucking like you too, boyfriend.”