Heyy queen, not sure if your taking requests atm but would you be open to doing the ‘current boyfriend’ tik tok trend with the Barca boys??
Love your work xx
current boyfriend
pairings: pablo gavi x reader,, pedri x reader ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader
summary: in which you do the current boyfriend trend on your boyfriend
warnings: none!
pablo gavi
you’re tucked against pablo’s side on a rainy afternoon in barcelona, his hoodie drowning you, your legs tangled with his under the blankets. the soft hum of the tv plays in the background, some old barça match he keeps watching like he doesn’t know how it ends.
he’s got his phone resting on his stomach, barely paying attention. you, on the other hand, are holding yours up sneakily — recording already.
you glance at him, then at the camera, trying not to smile.
“vale,” you whisper to yourself, clearing your throat dramatically. “hi everyone! so today we will be seeing how well my current boyfriend knows me.”
pablo’s head turns so fast you nearly drop the phone.
“¿cómo que novio actual?” he says, brows furrowing, voice full of dramatic offense. “perdona?”
you can’t help it — you burst into laughter.
he sits up, pushing the blanket off his chest like he’s ready to fight an invisible threat.
“actual? like… like i’m temporary?” he blinks, eyes wide. “so what am i? a trial version?”
you’re giggling uncontrollably now, clutching your stomach as he starts pacing the end of the bed like a man betrayed.
“ah, i see. this is why you didn’t want me to meet your tía at easter. you were planning my expiration date.”
“pablo!” you squeal, still laughing, “it’s a tiktok trend!”
he stops mid-step and looks at you, dead serious. “you think trends will save you when i’m heartbroken? huh?”
you fall back onto the bed in tears (from laughing), and he finally cracks a grin. crawling back over, he snatches your phone and flips the camera around.
“listen,” he says, addressing the imaginary audience with one hand around your waist, “i am not her current boyfriend. i am her only. su único. por siempre.”
you try to roll your eyes but he kisses your cheek dramatically, then mumbles into your skin:
“y si algún día dice que me va a dejar… no va a poder. porque ya la puse en el grupo familiar.”
“you added me to the family whatsapp, pablo. that doesn’t make us married.”
“sí que sí. you’ve seen the memes. it’s forever now.”
you look at him, still flushed from laughter, and suddenly he’s soft. less chaotic. just him. warm brown eyes, a slightly crooked smile, and the way his thumb brushes against your hip like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.
“oye,” he says, quieter now, “if i was actually your current boyfriend… would you tell me if you were planning to replace me?”
you blink. he’s joking, but also kind of not. there’s a flash of real feeling behind his teasing.
you lean in and kiss him, slow and certain.
“you’re not my current anything, pablo,” you murmur against his lips. “you’re my always.”
he exhales like he’s been holding that breath for years.
then — with zero warning — he grabs the phone again.
“and that’s how you win, chicos. take notes.”
pedri
you’re curled up on pedri’s bed, face half-buried in his pillow, phone in one hand, feet nudging at his side. he’s sitting up next to you, back against the headboard, scrolling aimlessly through some article about barça tactics like it’s the most thrilling novel on earth.
he doesn’t notice you start recording. not at first.
you turn the camera toward the two of you, face blank, voice casual.
“hola chicos,” you whisper. “today im here with my current boyfriend.”
his head turns so fast it’s like he heard a whistle blow.
“¿qué?” pedri says, blinking. “current boyfriend?!”
you turn to him, eyebrows raised like you’ve just been asked what 2+2 is. “yeah?”
his mouth opens. closes. opens again. he looks genuinely stunned. like he’s been called offside while standing still.
“‘current boyfriend’?” he repeats slowly, like he’s trying to translate it into something that makes sense. “me estás vacilando, ¿no?”
you furrow your brow, all wide-eyed innocence. “what? that’s just… what people say.”
“no, it’s not,” he says, staring at you like you’ve personally rewritten the dictionary. “that’s what you say when you’re... i don’t know. rotating the squad.”
you blink. “rotating the squad?”
“like you’ve got backups. a bench.”
you gasp. “you think i have backup boyfriends?”
pedri folds his arms across his chest, staring you down. “well. apparently i’m the current one, so.”
“pedri,” you giggle, crawling over to him. “you’re being silly.”
“am i?” he says, fake offended. “who’s next, then? ferran? ansu? don’t lie.”
you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “hmm. héctor.”
“wow,” he says. “so you’re into the young guys now. okay.”
you lean your head on his shoulder, still recording. he stays frozen, arms crossed, pretending to be emotionally wounded.
you poke his cheek. “you know i’m joking, right?”
“don’t talk to me,” he mutters, nose scrunching as he hides his smile. “i need to reevaluate my relationship status.”
you kiss his jaw softly. “you’re not my current boyfriend.”
he perks up slightly. “no?”
you shake your head sweetly. “you’re my favorite one.”
his face drops again. “that’s worse.”
you laugh, full-on now, as he reaches over and tries to snatch your phone.
“delete it,” he says, but he’s grinning. “delete it or i’m telling your mom you bullied me.”
ferran torres
you didn’t mean to prank him.
well. okay. you kind of did.
you’d seen the “current boyfriend” videos all over tiktok lately—girls casually calling their long-term boyfriends “my current boyfriend” and capturing their reactions. most of them blinked. some looked offended. some acted like it was the end of the world.
you had a strong feeling ferran would fall into the last category.
he was in your kitchen now, quietly snacking on cereal out of the box, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, hair still messy from his post-training nap.
you turned your phone to selfie mode and whispered, “okay guys... this is my current boyfriend.”
you angled the camera toward him.
ferran looked up, mid-chew. smiled automatically—then blinked.
“…wait.”
he squinted.
“current?”
you bit your lip, trying not to smile.
he slowly lowered the cereal box like it was suddenly very heavy. “what do you mean current, cariño?”
“you know,” you say, way too casually, “like… my boyfriend for now.”
he tilted his head, fully confused.
“for now??? am i... am i on a trial period or something?” he blinked. “is there a deadline?? did i miss a meeting???”
you cracked, laughing into your sleeve.
ferran pouted. properly pouted. full lips pulled down, forehead creased, arms crossed loosely in front of him like a kicked puppy.
“wow. i was gonna share the cereal with you,” he muttered.
“you never share cereal with me.”
“yeah well. current me was about to.” he glanced at your phone. “are you recording this?? oh my god.”
you put your phone down and walked over, wrapping your arms around him lightly. he didn’t hug you back immediately. just stood there, all soft and betrayed.
“you know you’re not just my current boyfriend, right?” you said into his hoodie.
he was quiet for a second. then—
“…okay but like. just to be clear. i’m the final boyfriend? like. endgame? credits roll?”
you smiled into his chest. “final boss.”
he let out a tiny sigh of relief, rested his chin on your head, and mumbled, “okay. but no more ‘current’. i almost had a heart attack. i thought i got dumped mid-cheerio.”
pau cubarsi
you were half sprawled on the couch, bored, lazy, and dangerously close to falling asleep, when your phone buzzed with yet another “current boyfriend prank” video.
you’d seen like six today, and every time, the boyfriend's reaction made you giggle. confused, dramatic, sometimes genuinely offended.
and now you were eyeing pau, who was across the room trying very seriously to fold laundry—his tongue poking out slightly as he focused on folding a t-shirt into a perfect square.
too perfect an opportunity.
you opened your front camera, hit record, and called out in your sweetest voice, “hey guys, just wanted to introduce you to my current boyfriend…”
pau looked up instantly, soft brown eyes lighting up—until he processed the words.
“...your what?”
you tried not to laugh. “my current boyfriend.”
he blinked. once. twice. his whole expression shifted—eyebrows furrowing, nose scrunching, lips forming the tiniest pout.
“current?” he stood there holding your hoodie like it had personally betrayed him. “what do you mean current, amor?”
you bit your lip, pretending to stay casual. “you know… the boyfriend i have right now.”
he dropped the hoodie. full-on stared at you. “so i’m just a phase now? like… like a monthly subscription?”
you snorted.
“pau—”
“no no. don’t even,” he cut in, arms now crossed over his chest. “what happens after me? is there a waitlist? auditions?”
you couldn’t stop giggling now. he was so serious about it, even as his pout deepened and he looked away like the most offended golden retriever alive.
“i folded your clothes,” he added quietly. “i was gonna make you toast.”
“and i love you for it,” you grinned, putting your phone down and padding over to him. you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into his chest. “you know i’m joking. you’re not just my current boyfriend, you’re my forever boyfriend.”
pau looked down at you, still pretending to be mad but already melting. “you can’t just call me current and then snuggle your way out of it.”
“i can if you like snuggles.”
he let out a dramatic sigh. “…i do.”
you reached up to boop his nose. “thought so.”
he finally smiled—barely—but then buried his face in your hair and mumbled, “i’m unfollowing you on tiktok.”
“no you’re not.”
“okay but only because you smell nice.”
hector fort
you’d been meaning to try the “current boyfriend” prank on héctor for days... héctor is chill. confident. annoyingly hard to rattle. but you knew if you caught him off guard, you’d get something out of him.
and today felt like the right day.
he was lying on your bed, arms behind his head, scrolling through something on his phone with his usual “i’m bored but also deeply unbothered” expression. he was wearing grey sweats, socks half on, one of his training shirts, and just existing in your space like it was his second home.
you hit record quietly.
“hey guys,” you said, voice sweet. “just wanted to show you my current boyfriend.”
his eyes immediately flicked over to you.
“...sorry?” he raised an eyebrow. “current?”
you blinked innocently. “yeah. my boyfriend at the moment.”
he let out a small laugh. one of those “you’re not serious” kinds of laughs.
“nah. no way you just said that.” he sat up slightly, resting on one elbow. “you really called me your current boyfriend? that’s crazy.”
you bit back a smile. “what? you are.”
he gave you a look. “babe. be serious. i’ve met your mom. i have a drawer here. i help you parallel park. we’re past current.”
you snorted. “parallel parking makes you permanent?”
“yes.” he leaned forward, still smirking. “also you kissed me this morning and said ‘i’m obsessed with you’ so...”
“i don’t recall—”
“i do. you were wearing my hoodie. looked very in love. kinda embarrassing for you.”
you groaned. “you’re so cocky.”
he shrugged, smug as ever. “i’m your forever boyfriend. you said it, not me.”
alejandro balde
you’d been scrolling through tiktok all day, watching all these “current boyfriend” prank videos where girls called their boyfriends “current” and got hilariously confused or offended reactions.
and then you caught alejandro just chilling on the couch, sneakers off, socks barely hanging on, flicking through his phone with that lazy grin of his.
you smirked.
“okay, let’s see what happens.”
you grabbed your phone, hit record, and with your sweetest, most casual voice said, “hey guys, this is my current boyfriend.”
alejandro looked up instantly, eyebrow twitching. “wait, current?”
you smiled, trying to keep it innocent. “yeah, like, the boyfriend i have right now.”
he blinked, then gave you a mock scandalized look. “current? so like… i’m temporary? a loaner? what’s the deal?”
you laughed. “no! it’s just a prank, chill.”
he threw his head back dramatically. “ay nooo, you’re breaking my heart over here.” then he wiggled closer and poked your side, grinning. “but if i’m just current, does that mean you might get a better one next week?”
you rolled your eyes but smiled. “no one’s better than you, ale.”
he smirked, looking all confident but his eyes softening. “good answer. because i’m staying.”
then he reached over and stole a quick kiss, still grinning. “current? nah. i’m forever.”
lamine yamal
you and lamine had been hanging out all afternoon — just snacks, music, and lazily throwing popcorn at each other while you argued over who had the better spotify taste. (spoiler: it was you, obviously.)
he was lying across your bed now, halfway on his stomach, hoodie sleeves all bunched up, phone in one hand while his other reached for snacks he wasn’t even looking at.
you sat down at the edge of the bed, grabbed your phone, and pressed record quietly.
“hey guys,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice level. “just wanted to show you my current boyfriend.”
you angled the camera to show lamine, still flopped on the bed. he turned his head slowly.
“…your what?” he blinked. sat up slightly. “nah. say that again.”
you smiled innocently. “my current boyfriend.”
he made a face — somewhere between “wtf” and “am i being pranked.”
“current is wild,” he muttered, sitting all the way up now. “you sayin’ there’s, what, a next one coming soon? someone on the bench or what?”
you laughed, trying to stay in character. “i’m just saying… things change, you know?”
“nah nah nah,” he said, holding up a hand, clearly fighting a smile but also a little bit serious now. “you can’t say stuff like that. i do math homework with you. i let you put your makeup on me last week. i carried your tote bag.”
“and i appreciate it, current boyfriend.”
he gasped. dramatic.
“don’t call me that. take it back.”
“you’re so offended.”
“i am offended,” he said, half-laughing. “i thought i was him. i thought i was ‘final boss boyfriend’. this is crazy.”
you giggled and finally leaned in to stop recording, flopping onto the bed beside him. “baby, i’m joking.”
he rolled his eyes but you could tell he was smiling for real now.
“you better be. ‘cause i already planned our next 5 dates and i’m not deleting them.”
you turned to look at him. “you planned five?”
“yes. and one of them includes gelato. you’d regret losing me.”
you laughed again, pressing your face into his hoodie. “you’re ridiculous.”
he smirked, brushing a crumb off your forehead.
“and permanent. don’t forget that part.”
marc bernal
you were sitting on your bedroom floor, half-folding laundry, half-pretending to be productive, while marc lay stretched out on your bed — arms behind his head, legs crossed, watching you with that small, steady smile he always had around you.
he wasn’t saying much, just watching. you knew that look. it was the “i like being here” look. the “i’m too comfortable to move” look. the “you’re my peace” look.
you smirked to yourself and grabbed your phone.
“okay,” you whispered into the mic, “so i just wanted to show you guys my current boyfriend.”
marc blinked. slowly sat up.
“…your what?”
you kept a straight face. “my current boyfriend.”
he just stared for a second, head tilted slightly, his expression somewhere between confused and mildly offended.
“current?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “like... as in, temporary?”
“mhm,” you said, pretending to focus on folding a hoodie. “he’s great for now.”
he let out a short breath, then slowly got off the bed and walked over, sitting down next to you on the floor.
“so when does my contract expire?” he asked, teasingly calm. “or do i get to renegotiate?”
you smiled, finally meeting his eyes. “depends. you offering long-term?”
marc gave a soft little huff of a laugh, then leaned his shoulder against yours.
“preciosa. i already signed for forever.”
you laughed under your breath. “you sure?”
he nodded. “one hundred percent.” then, just a little pouty, added, “but it did hurt. hearing you say current. like i’m on loan or something.”
you nudged his arm. “i was just messing with you. you’re my one and only, bernal.”
he gave a small, quiet grin, and you could tell he’d already forgiven you.
“…still rude, though.”
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