#fermin

[spidybaby]

Calling them by their name | Barca Boys

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."

[multiseb21]

at this point I really am starting to believe that they asked him to quit putting his penis in sponsored posts

[fcbisexual-6]

u know what rlly was my cherry on top?…that last pic having louvre potential but it being ruined by a bitchass player

ik he was in pain but jesus christ, its like when u look at urself in the mirror after crying, u look ethereal my boy, eyes have never looked shinnier yet full of sorrow n anger

[purinfelix]

plsplsplspslpsl write calling bf barca boys (pedri, fermin, joao) + jude bellingham "bro"

"bro"

featuring: pedri, fermin, joao, gavi (i had to include my bby sorryyy!) and jude warnings: teensy bit cringe at times, be warned ...

a/n: once again apologising for being ia, but an eternal thank you to anon and every one else who's still interacting with me and sending me requests!! trying my best to get through them, thank you all for your patience &lt;333

You don’t remember how it had happened honestly, the two of you had just been hanging out in his bedroom, a situation you had come to find comfort in since its frequency had become almost like a routine to the two of you. The air outside was cool, giving the two of you an excuse to curl up together under the blanket and binge watch episodes of your favourite show in a comfortable silence. That was, of course, until you heard the chime of your phone - causing you to perk up out of your boyfriends arms.

“Bro, could you get that for me?”

Pedri

Honestly he doesn’t think much of it at first, since your guys’ relationship has always been pretty casual in the way that you both trust each other enough not to overreact. He reckons that it probably slipped out by accident, and given that it’s what most of his teammates and friends call him, he doesn’t react that much. Sure, he noticed it, and filed it away to the back of his mind as a sign that you might be mad with him but he’s a pretty calm boyfriend only offers an amused eyebrow raise.

It’s only when he leans over and grabs your phone do you realise what you’ve said - but only decide to double down on it to get a reaction out of him.

“Thanks bro,” you say as nonchalantly as you can manage when he hands you your phone, immediately going to respond to whatever message had caused the notification sound. And at first it seems like he’s not going to indulge your obvious bait for a reaction - of course until you hear the rustle of bed sheets and his strong arm snake around your waist.

He lets out a soft mumble that roughly translates to - “What is it baby?” - as he buries his face into the crook of your neck in a loving, yet almost pleading manner. It doesn’t take long for you to give in to his charms.

“I’m only messing with you,” you giggle, patting the top of his head reassuringly.

Fermin

If there’s one thing you know about Fermin, it’s that he’s observant. However, another thing about him is that he’s a sly little shit. So whenever he feels he can sense you trying to prod at his temper it only ends in him serving you back your own attitude.

“Of course, bro,” he says, and even though you’re not looking at him as he turns to grab your phone, you can tell he has a wide smirk spread across his face.

You only give him a knowing look, and try your best to maintain your composure while stifling your laughter - but the minute he drops your phone into your hands you know he’s not going to back down on this.

“Thanks, dude,” you quip.

“Any time, my man.”

Silence, and you’re trying to figure out your next comeback while ignoring the weird way him calling you ‘my man’ made you feel. You feel oddly stupid for starting a game you know you couldn’t keep up with, but luckily your boyfriend has already caught wind of this by the look of amusement on his face.

“Something wrong, mate?” he chuckles as he leans over to peck your lips that you hadn’t realised had formed a pout. All you can do is sigh in faux-exhaustion before erupting into a fit of laughter.

Joao

It’s only once he’s reached over to grab your phone, that he clocks the odd new nickname. Immediately, but silently, his mind starts racing through the possible reasons as to why you’ve bestowed it upon him - did he do something wrong? He did only kiss you twice before leaving for training that morning, and he did accidentally move away from you when the two of you were cuddling earlier. He’s worried, but he’s also up to play your game if need be.

His grip on your phone tightens, and you hear his voice low, daring - “What was that darling?”

You truly meant it as an accident this time, and he manages to snap you out of it with his words. “Oh, sorry, babe,” you correct yourself and he nods as if to silently say that’s better.

You get your phone from him, and a quick kiss on the cheek before he settles back to wrapping his arms around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck so he can look at your phone next to you.

Gavi

Whilst something like being called “bro” might not matter to most other guys, it definitely did to your boyfriend. His reaction to your words was immediate, his head whipping up from where he had been laying beside you, eyes round and pleading.

“What?” his voice was quiet, almost unbelieving and you had to try your best not to laugh at how dramatic your boyfriend’s reaction was. Still, a small chuckle escapes your lips, only making you feel worse as a small pout forms from his lips.

“Sorry, it slipped out,” you reassure him, reaching up a hand to stroke his cheek lovingly. He furrows his brows as if to pose the question - are you sure? But you only take this as a sign to mess with him, just a little more.

“What, you don’t like me calling you bro?” You’ve completely forgotten about your phone at this point.

“No, definitely not.” He’s oddly serious when he says this, but this only adds to how amused you are by this situation.

“Alright baby,” you hum out your apology, trying your best to further express this through your thumb on his cheek - and luckily he seems to get the message. Before you know it, he’s melted back into your arms, your fingers curling lazily around his hair.

Jude

“What?”

Jude is quick with it, turning to you immediately as soon as the word leaves your mouth with an expression that makes you realise your mistake all too quickly.

“Bro?” he asks again, almost daring you to repeat it, but the shocked laugh he lets out reassures you he isn’t taking it to seriously - only getting an unfair amount of amusement from your mistake.

“Whatever, babe, there,” you say in mock-annoyance, not wanting to let him get the better of you.

“Nuh-uh, you called me bro,” he pushed, leaning in close to you, his voice teasing.

“It was an accident, okay?”

“Sure,” he hums, finally grabbing your phone and handing it to you, all the while having a stupid smirk on his face, “I’ll just have to start calling you mate or something, yeah?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter through pouted lips and he finally gives up the act, settling back by your side and pecking your cheek as an apology.

[weremars]

bird world

[teawrecks]

Does the gresini smm know I'm in love with them

[cowboygavira]

whole gang here and whole gang is looking GOOD today + gavi being a gossipy bitch like always showing something on his phone

+ gadri stocks idc pedri was staring and laughing badddd

[fcbisexual6]

Adding this to my collection of Fermin being a clingy puppy😭✨