⁀➴┊he loves taking photos with you, and most importantly, he loves taking photos of you. no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing. you could be sitting in a restaurant, and he’d snap a quick shot of you sitting pretty in the booth opposite him. you could have sauce on your chin, or you could be wearing a pretty smile, ferran thinks you always look absolutely beautiful.

⁀➴┊ you’re ferran’s comfort person. ferran is quite an emotional guy. he feels his feelings deeply, and he loves to be with someone who is also in touch with their feelings. someone with emotional depth, someone with emotional intelligence, who is able to pull him out of the gutter when he feels down or when he’s too harsh on himself. he enjoys a good late night convo, where the two of you stare up at the ceiling, all judgement-free with raw feelings. He loves being heard, being valued by you, especially when he gets to hold you close to his chest when he tells you softly what’s on his mind, confiding in you.

⁀➴┊especially now that he has longer hair: absolutely loves when you play with his hair. just carding your fingers through his locks, brushing stray strands of chestnut hair out of his face. you love doing it, scratching your nails over the back of his neck, too. ferran just revels in it, and when you take your hand out of his hair, he’s quick to put it right back. “why’d you stop, baby?” he’ll say, suddenly all clingy.

⁀➴┊his favourite spot to kiss you is your temple. i believe he genuinely likes the softness it brings, it’s so kind. it’s deliberate, slow, with intent. he literally can’t leave the house without pressing his lips against your temple, leaving you alone with his delicacy.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

⁀➴┊oh, he’s so husband. sooooo husbandish. i have no doubt in my mind that pedri would take over household tasks for you. with love, even. maybe you’re in the bathroom, busy with your nightly skin care routine, a million different droppers and tubes with face masks scattered all over the sink, and pedri would just pop in unannounced, cradling a laundry basket between his arms. “hi, babe,” he’d say lightly, as if the sight of him being all responsible and domestic isn’t a major turn on for you. “you got any laundry for me? i’m doing lights right now.”

⁀➴┊he would let you control the aux. he’s the designated driver whenever you two go out, and you’re the dj. he thinks your music taste is better, anyway. bopping his head along to the melody of the music, your feet on the dash, arm slung out of the window, all the windows down with the warm wind swishing past your heads.

⁀➴┊would also let you use his hand to test out different lipsticks whenever you drag him to sephora. pedri’s willing to sacrifice his clean hand if that means you’d leave the shop with a beautiful, new lip product you’re content with. 

⁀➴ ┊i also think pedri loves unwinding with you. i can vividly see the two of you on the sofa, both watching something lighthearted, the laughing track ricocheting off the walls as he lightly cards his fingers through your hair, looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’d ask you what you would be doing the next day, what time you would have to get up. literally just soft, gentle small talk.

⁀➴┊ he’ll check up on you throughout the day. especially when he’s away for a game and is mostly travelling, he’d shoot you a quick text asking how it’s going at home, if you’ve already had lunch, or how your classes for the day went. speaking of school, i think he’d be the biggest hypeman ever. he’s always asking you if he can read one of your essays. pedri just stares at your laptop screen, nose scrunched up in confusion while he reads paragraph after paragraph. “well,” he huffs when he’s finished, “you’re the smart one from the two of us.”  

PABLO GAVI

⁀➴┊ he gives me major lover and best friend vibes. with that being said, he’s a teaser. loves prodding you in your side when you’re concentrated, lightly pulling your ponytail to get your attention, shadow-boxing at you, he does it all.

⁀➴┊pablo absolutely loves a night in, especially if it’s on a cheat day, and he can eat whatever he prefers. Will spend the entire night binging another random 2000s tv series with you whilst munching on sushi, or pizza, way too invested in all the shit that’s happening on the screen, and obviously gives his unvarnished commentary on it, too. “wait, why did seth pick anna? he needs to end up with summer. he named a fucking boat after her!” you two watch episode after episode, and eventually end up falling asleep on the sofa, his arms securely tucked around you with half-eaten sushi on white plates.

⁀➴┊ i know for a fact that he also loves a good gossip session. “baby, i’m home!” he yells the second he comes home, dropping his car keys on the marble counter, a mischievous grin on his face. when he finds you somewhere else, behind your laptop, he’s immediately like: “you’re never gonna guess what carmen just said to marco,” already pulling up his phone to show you the receipts. he just talks so excitedly, and you two spend hours dissecting everything that happened.

⁀➴┊brings you random trinkets when he gets back from holiday. frivolous cheap keychains, a little tile from portugal, all the cheesy shit. it’s just a cute token of love, and it shows that he always thinks of you. literally always.   

⁀➴┊ he’s the silliest drunk ever. when you try to take the car keys from his hands — because he’s obviously way too drunk to drive — he’d be like: “who are you?” he’d ask, a confused expression on his face, eyebrows scrunched up. “you’re not my girlfriend.” you sigh out, deep and loud, already opening up your hand palm. maybe you get a little gooey on the inside, because he’s just so cute and endearing. “i am, come on. keys.”

ALEJANDRO BALDE

⁀➴┊we all know alejandro seems like quite a playful person, and especially if you’re on the shyer side, he’d do anything to get you out of your shell more. he’s so spontaneous, carefree. from dancing in the kitchen to an oldie, to twirling you around when you’re wearing a pretty dress; alejandro is doing everything within his abilities to put all of his attention on making you comfortable. “there she is,” he’d say with a dopey grin as he looks you up and down when you step out of your shared bedroom, ready to go out on a date together.

⁀➴┊loves showing you off. you’re his phone wallpaper, and when you two are together, his heavy arm is basically glued around your waist, or hips, or shoulders. he sees it as a statement: she’s mine, back off.  

⁀➴┊yeah, sorry i wholeheartedly believe he loves to touch your waist, or any part of your body. he’s a big body worshipper. he’ll literally trace your curves with his hands, trying to cover every inch of your skin as he scatters fluttery kisses down your neck. he’s, like, totally obsessed with you and the way you feel under his fingertips, playfully swatting your ass.

⁀➴┊he cooks for you. we’ve all seen that video of alejandro saying that he can cook and that he can clean? yeah, i definitely believe that date nights with him would include him cooking something for you, something he puts a lot of love in. your hands clasped together on top of the table like a lovesick couple.

⁀➴┊alejandro loves to make you blush like crazy. calling you the cheesiest, corniest pet names on the planet. he loves to inspect your face, tilting your chin up with a crooked finger, and tell you how he loves your sparkly eyes, your cute nose and your chubby cheeks until your heat hovers over your face.

a/n: oh also, i can’t stop thinking about pulling on ferran’s hair when… WHEN…. ugh i might have to write smth about that 🫪🫪

lamine yamal

lamine was sitting on the living room floor with keyne in front of him, helping him build a tower out of blocks.

“lamine.”

“hm?”

“i saw pau on tinder the other day.”

everything stopped.

the car froze in lamine’s hand.

“...what?”

you looked up innocently.

“pau?”

“yeah.”

“cubarsí?”

“mhm.”

he blinked.

“on tinder?”

“yes.”

lamine immediately sat up.

“no.”

he shook his head.

“that’s not possible.”

“why?”

“because it’s pau.”

you smiled.

“that’s your reason?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely serious.

“he’s with martina.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn’t.”

“how do you know?”

“because they’re literally pau and martina.”

you laughed.

“that doesn’t explain anything.”

“it explains everything.”

he pointed at the phone.

“are you sure it was him? maybe it was someone else.”

“lamine.”

“no, seriously.”

he frowned.

“pau would never be on tinder.”

“why?”

“because he’s not like that.”

you laughed.

“too nice?”

“yes.”

“that man is not on tinder.”

you smiled.

“you really trust him.”

“of course.”

he picked up his phone.

“i’m texting him.”

“lamine.”

“what?”

“what are you going to say?”

“‘bro, explain.’”

you laughed.

“that’s so dramatic.”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“my friend is apparently on tinder while dating martina. i need answers.”

you watched him unlock his phone.

then pause.

his eyes moved from his phone to you.

slowly.

“wait.”

you blinked.

“what?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“how did you see pau on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“what do you mean?”

“how did you see him?”

“on tinder.”

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you blinked.

“what?”

“how did you see pau if you weren’t on tinder?”

“maybe someone showed me.”

“who?”

“a friend.”

“what friend?”

“just a friend.”

lamine stared.

you stared back.

keyne was completely focused on his blocks.

then lamine’s eyes widened.

“wait.”

you bit your lip.

“what?”

“you’re on tinder.”

you immediately burst out laughing.

lamine just stared.

“you’re laughing.”

“because—”

you couldn’t finish.

“it’s a prank!”

his face changed.

“what?”

“i don’t have tinder.”

“you don’t?”

“no.”

“you lied?”

“yes.”

he looked at you dramatically.

“you made me think pau was on tinder?”

you laughed.

“yes.”

“and you made me almost text him?”

“yes.”

lamine put a hand over his heart.

“that’s evil.”

“sorry.”

“no, you’re not.”

“okay, i’m not.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“come here.”

you immediately knew.

“no.”

“yes.”

“lamine.”

“come here, tramposa.”

you started backing away.

“no.”

“yes.”

keyne looked up.

“what happen?”

lamine pointed at you.

“she tricked me.”

keyne gasped.

“tricked?”

“yes.”

keyne thought for a second.

then pointed at you.

“get her.”

you froze.

“keyne?”

lamine’s face lit up.

“see? he agrees.”

“he’s three!”

“he has good instincts.”

you laughed as lamine quickly moved toward you.

“lamine, no!”

“too late.”

he grabbed you and pulled you down onto the couch, immediately attacking your sides with tickles.

“lamine!”

“this is revenge.”

“stop!”

“no.”

you were laughing too hard to fight back.

lamine laughed.

“come here, keyne.”

“no teaming up!”

you said through laughter.

“too late.”

keyne joined in, gently poking your sides while lamine continued tickling you.

“you’re both evil!”

lamine grinned.

“you started it.”

“it was just a prank!”

“a bad one.”

“you believed me!”

“because i trust you!"

you laughed again.

“lamine!”

eventually, lamine let you go, pulling you close while keyne crawled into the middle of you both.

“okay.”

you caught your breath.

“okay what?”

“i forgive you.”

“that fast?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“because you’re lucky you’re cute.”

hector fort

the room was quiet.

rain tapped softly against the window while you and héctor lay tangled together under the duvet.

his head rested on your chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you lazily played with the ends of his hair.

“you're comfy.”

he smiled without looking up.

“i know.”

“you've been lying on me for twenty minutes.”

“and?”

“my arm's asleep.”

“small sacrifice.”

another minute passed in comfortable silence.

then you looked down at your phone.

“héctor.”

“si, mami?”

“i just saw pablo on tinder.”

he didn't even look up.

“what pablo?”

“gavi.”

his head lifted immediately.

“…what?”

“i saw pablo on tinder.”

he blinked.

“nah.”

he frowned.

“that's fake.”

“how do you know?”

“because it's pablo.”

you tried to keep a straight face.

“and?”

“and he's literally obsessed with ana.”

you laughed.

“obsessed?”

“yes.”

“that's a strong word.”

“it's the correct word.”

he sat up properly now.

“have you seen the way he looks at her?”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't.”

“how do you know?”

“because…”

he paused.

“because they just didn't.”

“great evidence.”

“thank you.”

you smiled.

“you're very confident.”

“i am.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm asking him.”

you looked at him.

“asking him what?”

“why he's apparently on tinder.”

“that's a little dramatic.”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“my friend is supposedly on tinder while dating ana.”

he pointed at himself.

“i'm investigating.”

“investigating?”

“sí.”

you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing.

“héctor…”

“what?”

“maybe leave it.”

“no.”

he unlocked his phone.

“i'll just ask if everything's okay.”

his thumbs hovered over the screen.

then—

he stopped completely.

“wait princesa...”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he slowly turned to look at you.

“how did you see pablo on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“he came up.”

“came up where?”

“on tinder.”

“yes.”

“that's where i saw him.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you blinked.

“what?”

“how did you see him?”

“he came up.”

“on your phone?”

“mhm.”

he stared.

you stared back.

“you have tinder.”

you shrugged dramatically.

“for what?”

“people.”

he looked genuinely confused.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

he pointed at himself.

“hello?”

you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i'd quite like to stay your boyfriend.”

“that's nice.”

“nice?”

he frowned.

“that's all i've got?”

“maybe.”

he shook his head.

“nah.”

“what?”

“you're joking.”

“i'm not.”

“you are.”

“i'm not.”

he watched you for a few seconds.

then his eyes narrowed.

“…you're smiling.”

“am i?”

“you only smile like that when you're playing with me.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

héctor dropped his head back onto the pillow.

“joder…”

“i'm sorry!”

“no, you're not.”

“okay…”

you laughed again.

“no.”

he looked at you.

“it's a prank?”

“yes.”

“you don't have tinder?”

“no.”

“pablo doesn't either?”

“no.”

he let out the biggest sigh.

“i knew it.”

“did you?”

“…no.”

you grinned.

“you believed me.”

“because i trust you.”

your smile softened.

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

he suddenly lunged forward.

you squealed.

“héctor!”

“come here.”

“no!”

“yes.”

he wrapped both arms around your waist before you could escape, pulling you back against the pillows.

“this is revenge.”

“for what?”

“emotional damage.”

you laughed.

“that's dramatic.”

“i don't care.”

he immediately started tickling your sides.

“héctor!”

“yes?”

“stop!”

“no.”

you dissolved into laughter, trying to grab his wrists.

“i can't breathe!”

“good.”

“good?”

“you made me think pablo lost his mind.”

you laughed harder.

“he would've never cheated.”

“he literally worships ana.”

“héctor!”

“apologize.”

“i'm sorry!”

“say it like you mean it.”

“i'm very sorry!”

he finally stopped, but only because you were laughing too hard to fight him anymore.

instead, he wrapped you up in his arms again, burying his face against your neck.

“you're evil.”

“just a little.”

“a lot.”

you smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“you were so protective of pablo.”

he mumbled into your shoulder.

“someone had to defend his honor.”

"you're cute."

he looked up.

“i'm always cute.”

“debatable.”

he gasped.

“wow.”

“sorry.”

“you're not.”

“okay…”

you smiled.

“i'm not.”

he grinned.

“thought so.”

then he squeezed you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

he settled back down with his head on your chest again, closing his eyes.

marc bernal

the room was peaceful.

you sat at your vanity, carefully applying a coat of mascara to your lashes while marc lay across the bed behind you, one arm tucked under his head as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone.

every few seconds he'd glance up at you through the mirror.

“how much longer?”

“five minutes.”

“you said that ten minutes ago.”

“because you asked ten minutes ago.”

he sighed dramatically.

“i miss you.”

you smiled at his reflection.

“marc.”

“what?”

“i'm literally three metres away.”

“still too far.”

you laughed quietly and reached for your mascara.

“dramatic.”

“just honest.”

you smiled to yourself.

“marc.”

“hm?”

“i saw fermín on tinder the other day.”

he didn't answer.

you watched him through the mirror as he kept looking at his phone.

then—

“…what?”

“i saw fermín on tinder.”

his head shot up.

“what?”

“on tinder.”

“fermín?”

“yeah.”

he stared at you.

“nah.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he immediately sat up.

“berta's gonna kill him.”

you bit your lip.

“that's your first thought?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely concerned.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“she's actually gonna kill him.”

“marc.”

“i'm serious.”

he rubbed a hand over his face.

“he's finished.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't.”

“how do you know?”

“because…”

he frowned.

“they're always together.”

“that doesn't mean anything.”

“it does.”

“how?”

“because it's them.”

he shook his head.

“no chance.”

“you're very confident.”

“i am.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm calling him.”

you laughed.

“calling him?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“to ask him what he's doing.”

“don't you think that's a bit dramatic?”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“if my friend is about to get murdered by his girlfriend, i think i should warn him.”

you laughed.

“warn him?”

“yeah.”

“about what?”

“that berta's gonna find him before i do.”

you shook your head, trying not to smile.

marc unlocked his phone.

his thumb hovered over fermín's contact.

then—

he frowned.

“…wait.”

“what?”

he slowly looked up at your reflection in the mirror.

“how did you see fermín?”

“what do you mean?”

“on tinder.”

“he came up.”

“on your phone?”

“yeah.”

there was silence.

marc blinked.

once.

twice.

“…amor.”

“hm?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he frowned.

“what people?”

“people.”

he sat there for a second.

still staring at you through the mirror.

“you downloaded tinder?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?”

“maybe.”

he scratched the back of his neck.

“i'm confused.”

“why?”

“because…”

he looked down at his phone.

then back at you.

“i thought we were good.”

you had to look away.

he sounded so sincere.

“we are.”

“then why would you need tinder?”

you bit your lip.

he immediately noticed.

“…you're smiling.”

“no, i'm not.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you're taking the piss.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

marc dropped his phone onto the bed.

“i knew it.”

he laughed, rubbing both hands over his face.

“madre mía.”

“it's a prank!”

you turned around in your chair, still laughing.

“you were actually worried.”

“of course i was.”

“about me?”

he looked at you like you'd asked the dumbest question ever.

“yeah?”

“really?”

“i was trying to figure out why my girlfriend suddenly needed tinder.”

your smile softened.

he climbed off the bed and wandered over until he was standing behind your chair.

his hands rested lightly on your shoulders.

"i hope berta never sees him on tinder."

you laughed.

“that's what you're stuck on?”

“yes.”

“why?”

he smiled.

“because i genuinely think berta would appear out of nowhere.”

you laughed harder.

“poor fermín.”

“poor berta.”

“why berta?”

“because imagine opening your phone and seeing your boyfriend on tinder.”

he shook his head.

“nah.”

“he wouldn't survive that conversation.”

you grinned.

“you're so dramatic.”

“i'm realistic.”

you reached back and took one of his hands.

“you're lucky it was a prank.”

he smiled.

“he's lucky too.”

“fermín?”

“yeah.”

“because otherwise…”

he laughed.

“…i would've killed him before berta did.”

fermin lopez

the apartment was unusually quiet.

you were curled up on the sofa, half watching a film while fermín was stretched out beside you, one arm around your waist and the other lazily tracing shapes against your leg. every few minutes he'd glance away from the tv just to look at you.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“you keep staring.”

“because you're pretty.”

you smiled.

“that's smooth.”

“i know.”

“did that work on me?”

he grinned.

“apparently.”

you laughed, shaking your head.

“fermín.”

“hm?”

“i just saw pablo on tinder.”

he smiled.

“good one.”

“i'm serious.”

he looked at you.

“…what?”

“pablo.”

“gavi?”

“yeah.”

“no way.”

“why not?”

“because…”

he frowned.

“ana.”

“what about her?”

“he's with ana.”

“maybe they broke up.”

fermín's face actually fell.

“don't say that.”

“why?”

he looked genuinely sad.

“because…”

he sighed.

“we literally went to dinner with them last week.”

“okay.”

“and we're supposed to go again next weekend.”

you nodded.

“that's true.”

“if they broke up…”

he looked down at the blanket.

“…that'd be sad.”

“for pablo?”

“for both of them.”

he shrugged.

“i like them together.”

“you do?”

“yeah.”

he smiled a little.

“they're cute.”

“aw.”

“and…”

he scratched the back of his neck.

“our double dates are fun.”

you laughed.

“that's what you're worried about?”

“a little.”

“fermín.”

“what?”

“really?”

“what?”

he looked completely serious.

“who are we going to bully if they break up?”

you burst out laughing.

“that's your concern?”

“well…”

he smiled.

“mostly because i'd miss seeing them.”

you smiled.

“so you don't think he's on tinder?”

“absolutely not.”

“why?”

“have you seen the way he looks at ana?”

he pointed dramatically.

“that man is in love.”

“that's dramatic.”

“it's true.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm texting him.”

“fermín.”

“what?”

“don't.”

“why?”

“because it's not your business.”

“if they broke up, it kind of is.”

“how?”

“because he's my best friend.”

he unlocked his phone.

“and because now i'm worried.”

his thumbs hovered over the screen.

then—

he froze.

“…wait.”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he slowly turned to you.

“how did you see pablo?”

“on tinder.”

“on whose phone?”

“…mine.”

there was silence.

fermín blinked.

then he slowly lowered his phone.

“…amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you shrugged.

“i was curious.”

“curious?”

“mhm.”

“about what?”

“people.”

he stared at you for a few seconds.

trying to make sense of it.

“you downloaded tinder?”

“maybe.”

he looked genuinely confused.

“…did we miss a conversation?”

you had to bite the inside of your cheek.

“what conversation?”

“the one where we broke up?”

you looked away before you laughed.

he caught it immediately.

“…you're smiling.”

“no.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

then suddenly—

“…you're joking.”

you burst into laughter.

fermín dropped back onto the sofa dramatically.

“ay dios mio.”

“it's a prank!”

he covered his face with both hands.

“i was actually sad.”

you laughed harder.

“you were?”

“yes!”

he looked at you.

“i thought pablo and ana had broken up.”

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

“you were thinking about the double dates.”

“it would've been weird without them.”

your smile softened.

“don't worry.”

“they're still together?”

“they're still together.”

“good.”

he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“and you don't have tinder?”

“no.”

“good.”

“you were worried?”

he looked at you.

“of course i was.”

“why?”

“because i love you.”

he said it so casually that it almost caught you off guard.

“and because…”

he smiled.

“…i quite like being your only boyfriend.”

you laughed.

“that's fair.”

“very fair.”

he reached over and pulled you into his lap.

“you're mean.”

“just a little.”

“no.”

he smiled into your hair.

“a lot.”

“sorry.”

“no, you're not.”

“okay…”

you grinned.

“no.”

he laughed and kissed your forehead.

“one day i'm getting revenge.”

“sure you are.”

“i mean it.”

“okay.”

“stop smiling.”

“make me.”

he narrowed his eyes.

then immediately attacked your face with kisses instead.

“fermín!”

“what?”

“that's cheating.”

“i know.”

another kiss.

“fermín.”

kiss.

“fermín!”

“yes, amor?”

you laughed, giving up completely.

he smiled.

“that's better.”

eric garcia

the two of you were sprawled across the sofa after dinner.

eric was half lying against your shoulder, scrolling through his phone while one of your legs rested over his.

the tv was on but neither of you were actually watching it.

“eric.”

“hm?”

“i just saw ferran on tinder.”

he looked up.

“ferran?”

“yeah.”

“on tinder?”

“mhm.”

he frowned.

“since when?”

you shrugged.

“don't know.”

“he didn't tell me.”

you smiled.

“why are you offended?” you laughed. 

“i'm not offended.”

“a little.”

“just…”

he frowned.

“that's weird.”

“why?”

“because i talk to him all the time.”

“okay.”

“you'd think he'd mention it.”

“maybe he forgot.”

“forgot?”

he thought about it for a second.

“good for him, though.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

he shrugged.

“he's single.”

“that's true.”

he nodded.

“hope he finds someone.”

you smiled.

“that's sweet.”

“i have my moments.”

he went back to his phone.

about ten seconds passed.

then—

“…wait.”

you looked at him.

“what?”

he slowly lowered his phone.

“how did you see ferran?”

“what do you mean?”

“on tinder.”

“he came up.”

“yeah…”

he frowned.

“…on whose phone?”

“mine.”

silence.

eric blinked.

“…your phone?”

“mhm.”

he looked at you for a long moment.

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he stared.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

he pointed at himself.

“yeah.”

you bit your lip.

“maybe.”

“…you're smiling.”

“no.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you're joking.”

you burst into laughter.

he stared for a second before letting out a quiet groan.

“madre mía.”

“it's a prank!”

he dropped his head against the back of the sofa.

“i actually believed you.”

you smiled before leaning in to kiss him.

he turned his head at the last second.

your lips landed on his cheek instead.

you blinked.

“eric?”

he folded his arms.

“hm?”

“did you just dodge my kiss?”

“maybe.”

you laughed.

“seriously?”

he nodded once.

“maybe you should go kiss your tinder boyfriend.”

you stared at him.

“…my what?”

“your tinder boyfriend.”

"who?"

"ferran."

you couldn't stop yourself laughing.

“eric.”

“what?”

“you're jealous.”

“i'm not jealous.”

“you absolutely are.”

“i'm making a very reasonable suggestion.”

“oh, are you?”

“yeah.”

he looked away dramatically.

“go on.”

“go find ferran.”

“eric.”

“i'm sure he's waiting.”

you laughed so hard you had to grab his arm.

“you're ridiculous.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

“then why are you laughing?”

“because you're sulking.”

“i'm not sulking.”

“you're pouting.”

“i'm reflecting.”

“on what?”

“betrayal.”

you gently took his face in your hands and turned him back towards you.

“look at me.”

“don't want to.”

“eric.”

he tried very hard not to smile.

failed.

“what?”

“there is no tinder.”

“i know.”

“there is no ferran.”

“i know.”

“there is only you.”

he looked at you for another second.

“…okay.”

“okay?”

“okay.”

you smiled.

“can i kiss you now?”

he pretended to think about it.

“hmm…”

“eric.”

“fine.”

the second you kissed him, he smiled into it.

when you pulled away, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you straight back against him.

he kissed your forehead.

“you're my girlfriend.”

“i am.”

“exactly.”

“i still think you were jealous.”

he smiled to himself.

“…maybe a little.”

“i knew it.”

“don't tell ferran.”

“too late.”

“traitor.”