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summary: in which you prank your bf saying that you found his teammate on tinder
warnings: none !
a/n: it's been so long since i've written for the barca boys, i missed it sm <3 also this was requested on my wattpad ! i also couldn't fit everyone so the last 5 guys are here and the first 5 guys are linked here
barca boys - pablo gavi, pedri, ferran torres, pau cubarsi, alejandro balde, lamine yamal, hector fort, marc bernal, fermin lopez, eric garcia
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.”
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Summary: How they would react at you calling them by their name instead of their nickname.
Warnings: cursing.
Pedri
"Flaco!"
You call from the laundry room, you were searching for the mop because of something that spilled.
You don't hear him answering you. "Flaco." You call again, giving him a few minutes to call back. You sigh, finding the mop without the mopping part. "Flaco!" You shout, trying for him to hear you.
You leave the mop there, knowing that it was easier for you to clean the spill with napkins than to find it.
"Pedro!" You call, grabbing a few napkins to clean the mess.
He hears you from the outside of the house, where he is playing with Nilo. He walks inside, finding you cleaning something.
"Did you just call me Pedro?" He asks,
"Si, please turn off the spaghetti." You say, throwing the napkins on the trash can. "Also, I called you like a thousand times. Where were you?"
"I was outside with Nilo." He explains, pointing to the door. "You never call me Pedro." He says, confused at you.
You smile at his confused expression, pitching his cheek.
"I was going like < flaco, flaco, flaco > and no answer, so I used your name." You explain, shrugging. "Pass me the sauce, please."
"But Pedro?" He shakes his head. "I'm your flaco, guapo, bebé. Not Pedro." He pouts.
"Isn't that your name?" You ask, squinting your eyes at him. "Pedro." You say, teasing him.
"Don't call me that." He pouts even more. He walks over to where you are, placing his chin on top of your shoulder. "I'm your flaco." He says, hugging your body.
"You are going to burn yourself with the hot pot, Pedro." you smile, pitching his hand lightly. "Food is almost done, seat down."
"Flaco." He hug you tightly. "Say it."
"I don't know what you are talking about." You laugh, trying to escape his hold. "Pedro"
"Bua, you are killing me." He sighs, letting his hold go.
You smile at him, how cute he looked while pouting and giving you those puppy eyes.
"Grab the plates," you say, pushing him towards the cabinets. "Flaco." You whisper.
He pauses, turning his head to where you are. "Repitelo!" He points at you, leaving the plates on the counter. "Go on, repeat it!"
"What are you doing?" You laugh, hugging him as his arms wrap around you. "You are so funny, flaco." You smile, giving him a kiss on the top of his nose. "Or should I say platanito?"
"Love that nickname." He smiles.
"Okay, let's use that one." You laugh, pushing him lightly. "Platanito."
Gavi
"Can you pass me the remote, ojitos?" You ask him.
He was on his phone while you two were sitting on the couch. You put on a movie but your phones seemed more interesting.
"Ojitos." You call again, taking the eyes from the phone. "Ojitos?" You say, looking at him being dso focus on the phone.
You try to reach for the remote, failing for the third time. You turn no look at him, he was still on his phone, watching this video.
"Pablo!" You call, tired already.
He looks up for the phone. "Si?" He asked
"Pass me the remote, please." You smile at him, stretching your arm for him to pass it to you.
He frowns, grabbing the remote. "Sorry, didn't hear you."
"Thanks, Pablo." You smile, turning the tv off. "That movie was boring."
You return to your phone, checking your tik tok for new things. Pablo, on the other hand, is looking at you with a frown.
"Look at this." You giggle, showing him the tik tok. His questioning eyes are looking at you. "What's wrong?"
He pouts even more, you only use his name when you are mad or you are fighting, so he wonders if that's the case.
"You call me Pablo."
You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at him. "Oh, don't be mad. You weren't listening, and I needed the remote." You say, moving closer to him. "Love you, ojitos."
He changed his expression, smiling and getting closer to you. "That's better."
Ferran
"Can you hand me the sauce?" He asks, placing the meat on the grill. "Please."
He was fresh out of the hospital, wanting to cook for his friends and family. He was trying to feel like he could do normal things, even tho he couldn't eat that heavy for a while.
"I still think you should be resting, nene."
"I'm fine, I'm a shark. Don't worry about it." He smiles, placing more food on the grill. "Sauce, please."
You nod, going back to the kitchen to grab it. You notice that there were two types of sauces.
"Nene, I have two sauces here." You say loudly for him to hear you. "Nene!"
You wait for a few seconds, nothing. Ferran was too busy watching a tik tok to hear you calling his name.
"Nene!" You try one more time, still nothing. You roll your eyes, walking back to where he is with both sauces on your hands. "Ferran!"
"Hey! I learned how to do chimichurri on this tik tok." He smiles, showing you his screen. "Why do you have both sauces?"
"Cause I called you to ask which one, but you never answered." You hand him one sauce. "Also, we just bought chimichurri, Ferran."
He looks up to you. "Are you mad?" He asks, frowning a little bit.
"No, why?" You ask, confused at his question.
"You don't call me Ferran, like ever. I'm Ferran to my sister, to my mom, to my dad, to the culers, but to you, I'm not."
You smile, getting closer and hugging him from behind. "Sorry, I keep forgetting you are mi nene."
Fermin
You walk inside of his house, a small cake box on your hand. You left your things on the table next to the entrance.
"Guapo!" You left the cake on the table, sitting down on a chair. "Guapo!"
You frown, Fermin texted you earlier that he was home. You meet up to him because you were going to a friend's birthday party and she asked you to take the cake.
You wait for a few minutes, still nothing. You walk upstairs, trying to find him to get going.
"Guapo, are you here?"
You open the door to his room, finding him watching something on tik tok with so much volume it was obvious why he couldn't hear you.
"Fermin!" You shout.
He throws the phone somewhere, grabbing his chest with both hands. He looks at you with wide eyes, scared because of your shout.
"Joder, me he cagao'" He says. "You never use my name, and now you come here and shout at me."
You roll your eyes. "I called you like three times, I thought you were asleep." You explain. "Put your shoes on, let's go."
He nodded, doing what you told him. You walk downstairs to see if you had everything you needed.
"Can we agree on you never calling me by my name again?" He asks, grabbing the car keys. "That was scary."
You chuckled at him, he looked so worried. "Vale, guapo."
