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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 ! also i couldn't fit everyone in here so the first 5 guys are here and the last 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
pablo gavi
“pablo.”
“hm?”
“i just saw pedri on tinder.”
“what?”
his head lifted immediately.
you had to look away before you started laughing.
“pedri.”
“on tinder?”
“yeah.”
pablo sat up.
“no.”
“yes.”
“no.” he gasped, eyes widnening.
“yes.”
“he's literally with alejandra.”
you shrugged.
“that's what i thought.”
“mi vida, that's impossible.”
he frowned at his phone.
“they were together like three days ago.”
“maybe they broke up.”
“they didn't break up.”
“how do you know?”
“because he would've told me.”
the confidence in his voice almost made you lose it.
“maybe he forgot.”
“forgot?” pablo stared at you. “you don't forget to tell your best friend you broke up with your girlfriend.”
“fair.”
he shook his head.
“pobrecita alejandra.”
“i know.”
“imagine finding out your boyfriend is on tinder.”
you nodded seriously.
“terrible.”
“horrible.”
“awful.”
“exactly.”
pablo was already typing something.
“what are you doing?”
“asking him.”
“asking him what?”
“why he's apparently on tinder.”
you bit your lip.
“that's a little dramatic.”
“dramatic?” he looked at you. “cariño, if my friend is doing something stupid, i need to know.”
“of course.”
“exactly.”
he went back to typing.
you waited.
ten seconds.
twenty seconds.
then suddenly his fingers stopped moving.
you watched his expression change.
slowly.
very slowly.
his eyes narrowed.
“wait.”
you blinked innocently.
“what?”
“wait.”
“what?”
he lowered his phone.
“how did you see pedri on tinder?”
there it was.
you fought to keep a straight face.
“what do you mean?”
“how did you see him?”
“on tinder?”
“yes.”
“i don't know.”
“you don't know?”
“no.”
pablo stared.
you stared back.
“tesoro.”
“yes?”
“why were you on tinder?”
you immediately burst out laughing.
his jaw dropped.
“oh my god.”
“you were on tinder!”
“i wasn't!”
“then how did you see pedri?”
“i didn't!”
“you just said you did!”
you were laughing too hard to defend yourself.
pablo pointed at you dramatically.
“caught.”
“it's a prank!”
“a prank?”
“yes!”
“you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
“sorry.”
“no, you're not.”
“okay, i'm not.”
he groaned.
“joder.”
you laughed even harder.
“i was literally about to call him.”
“and then i realized my own girlfriend was supposedly on tinder.”
you wheezed.
before you could reply, pablo suddenly lunged forward.
you squealed.
“pablo!”
“come here, tramposa.”
“no!”
“yes.”
he tackled you backwards into the cushions.
you dissolved into laughter as he wrapped both arms around your waist and trapped you against him.
“this is what happens when you prank me.”
“you're being dramatic.”
“i'm being generous.”
“generous?”
“very generous.”
you tried to escape.
he immediately pulled you back.
“absolutely not, preciosa.”
“let me go.”
“never.”
“pablo.”
“no.”
he buried his face against your neck, making you giggle.
“you're impossible.”
“and you're a menace.”
“i'm not.”
“you are.”
then he started kissing your face.
your cheek.
your forehead.
the tip of your nose.
the corner of your mouth.
every time you laughed, he kissed you again.
“pablo!”
“yes, cariño?”
“stop.”
“no.”
another kiss.
“pablo.”
kiss.
“pablo.”
kiss.
“pablo!”
“what, mi vida?”
you couldn't even pretend to be annoyed anymore.
his smile was far too cute.
“you're smothering me.”
“good.”
he squeezed you tighter and pressed one last kiss to your forehead.
“for one second, i thought my girlfriend had tinder.”
you softened immediately.
“aw.”
“don't ‘aw’ me.”
“you were jealous.”
his ears turned pink.
“maybe.”
you grinned.
“that's adorable.”
“it's not adorable.”
“it is.”
“it's concerning.”
“why?”
“because i love you, tonta.”
your smile instantly widened.
he looked away.
“don't look at me like that.”
“like what?”
“like you're about to tell everyone i said something cute.”
you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“too late.”
pablo groaned but pulled you even closer.
“one day i'm getting revenge.”
“sure you are.”
“i mean it.”
“okay.”
“stop laughing.”
“make me.”
he narrowed his eyes before attacking your face with kisses again.
pedri
“pedri.”
“hm?”
“i just saw ferran on tinder.”
he looked up from his phone.
“...ferran?”
“yeah.”
“on tinder?”
“mhm.”
he blinked.
“bueno.”
you waited.
“i suppose that's one way to meet people.”
“you don't approve?”
he pulled a face.
“i didn't say that.”
“you kind of did.”
“i just...” he shrugged. “it's tinder.”
“and?”
“i don't know.”
he frowned.
“it feels stressful.”
“stressful?”
“imagine trying to meet your future wife by swiping.”
you laughed.
“people do.”
“i know.”
he looked genuinely puzzled.
“de verdad, i don't understand it.”
“poor ferran.”
“sí.”
“he's trying his best.”
“he should go to a café.”
“a café?”
“or the supermarket.”
you stared.
“the supermarket?”
“people go shopping.”
“...and fall in love?”
“maybe.”
“that's your plan?”
he shrugged.
“it's a better story than tinder.”
you bit your lip.
“i guess.”
he shook his head.
“madre mía.”
“you're judging him.”
“i'm not judging him.”
“you are.”
“a little.”
“i knew it.”
he smiled to himself.
“i'm just saying... if i met my wife because i swiped right, i'd never hear the end of it.”
“from who?”
“my mum, probably.”
you laughed.
“fair.”
he went back to his phone.
you waited.
five seconds.
ten.
fifteen.
then—
“...espera.”
you looked at him.
“what?”
he frowned.
“how did you see ferran on tinder?”
“what do you mean?”
“how did you see him?”
“on tinder.”
“sí.”
you shrugged.
“he came up.”
pedri stared.
“...on your phone?”
“mhm.”
another pause.
his brows slowly knitted together.
“cariño.”
“yes?”
“why do you have tinder?”
you blinked innocently.
“who says i have tinder?”
“you just said ferran came up.”
“he did.”
“on tinder.”
“yes.”
“which means...”
he stopped.
you could actually see him thinking.
his eyes widened just a fraction.
then he slowly lowered his phone.
“...tú tienes tinder.”
you immediately burst into laughter.
he kept staring.
“you have tinder.”
“i don't!”
“then how did you see ferran?”
“i didn't!”
“you just said you did.”
“it's a prank!”
he blinked.
once.
twice.
“anda ya...”
“i'm sorry!”
“no, you're not.”
“okay... no.”
he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.
“for a second i thought i'd have to ask you why you had tinder.”
“would you have?”
“of course.”
“what would've you said?”
he looked at you.
completely serious.
“'mi vida... why do you have tinder?'”
you laughed.
“that's it?”
“what else would i say?”
“i don't know.”
“i'd wait for your answer.”
“you wouldn't be angry?”
he frowned.
“i'd be confused.”
“just confused?”
“very confused.”
you dissolved into laughter again.
he watched you for a second before the corners of his mouth lifted.
“you think this is funny.”
“it is funny.”
“not for me.”
“why?”
“because now i'm wondering if ferran actually has tinder.”
“pedri.”
“hm?”
“you are eighty years old.”
“maybe.”
“i'm serious.”
he smiled.
“yo también.”
“what if ferran meets the love of his life?”
pedri thought about it.
“...i'll be happy for him.”
“but?”
“i'll still tell him he should've gone to a café.”
ferran torres
the smell of garlic filled the kitchen as you stirred the pasta sauce.
ferran wandered in a minute later, fresh from training, hair still damp from his shower.
without saying a word, he slipped his arms around your waist from behind.
“hola.”
you smiled.
“hi.”
he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“what are we making?”
“pasta.”
“hmm.”
he pressed a kiss just below your ear.
then another.
“ferran.”
“what?”
“i'm cooking.”
“i know.”
another kiss.
“you're distracting me.”
“that's kind of the point.”
you laughed quietly.
“you're impossible.”
“you love me.”
“unfortunately.”
he gasped dramatically.
“qué mala.”
you smiled to yourself.
“i just saw eric on tinder.”
“mhm.”
he kissed your cheek.
“good for him.”
you blinked.
“that's it?”
“yeah.”
another kiss.
“he's single.”
“you're not surprised?”
“not at all.”
he stole a piece of chopped pepper from the board.
“hey.”
“sorry.”
“no, you're not.”
“not even a little.”
he grinned.
“he deserves to meet someone.”
“aw.”
“what?”
“that's sweet.”
he shrugged.
“he's been single forever.”
“that's true.”
“about time he did something about it.”
you nodded thoughtfully.
“i matched with him.”
“nice.”
he reached around you for another piece of pepper.
“ferran.”
“what?”
“i matched with him.”
“yeah.”
“on tinder.”
“mhm.”
he was still far more interested in kissing your neck than listening.
“good for—”
he stopped.
completely.
slowly, he pulled back.
“...wait.”
you kept stirring the sauce.
“what?”
“you matched with eric?”
“yeah.”
“on tinder?”
“mhm.”
he frowned.
“how?”
“i swiped right.”
he blinked.
“...you swiped right?”
“yes.”
there was a long pause.
“amor.”
“yeah?”
“why were you on tinder?”
you shrugged.
“just looking.”
“looking?”
“mhm.”
“for what?”
“people.”
he stared at the side of your face.
“you already have people.”
“do i?”
“sí.”
another pause.
“you have me.”
you had to bite your lip.
he was so sincere it nearly ruined the prank.
“and i quite like being your boyfriend.”
“that's good.”
“i'd like to keep the job.”
you snorted.
“that's nice.”
“so...” he frowned. “why do you have tinder?”
“because i matched with eric.”
“that's not an answer.”
“isn't it?”
“no.”
he gently took the wooden spoon from your hand and turned you around to face him.
“mírame.”
you looked up innocently.
“what?”
“de verdad.”
he searched your face.
“why do you have tinder?”
you couldn't do it anymore.
you burst into laughter.
he just blinked.
“...you're laughing.”
“because—”
you doubled over.
“it's a prank!”
he stared.
“what?”
“i don't have tinder!”
“you don't?”
“no!”
“you didn't match with eric?”
“no!”
he let out a long breath.
“madre mía.”
“you believed me?”
“of course i did.”
“really?”
“yes.”
he looked genuinely offended.
“why would i assume my girlfriend was lying to me?”
your smile softened.
“aw.”
“don't 'aw' me.”
“you looked so worried.”
“i wasn't worried.”
“no?”
“i was confused.”
“because i had tinder?”
“because you had tinder.”
he nodded once.
“that didn't make any sense.”
you laughed.
“i know.”
he narrowed his eyes playfully.
“you got me.”
“i did.”
“i don't like that.”
“you'll survive.”
“probably.”
he leaned in until your noses almost touched.
“you know...”
“what?”
“while i was trying to work out why my girlfriend had tinder...”
“yeah?”
“the sauce is burning.”
your eyes went wide.
“what?”
you spun around.
“ferran!”
he burst into laughter as you hurried back to the stove.
“i hate you.”
“no, you don't.”
he slipped behind you again, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“you're lucky i love you.”
“i know.”
he kissed your cheek.
“and for the record...”
“hm?”
“i hope eric finds someone.”
“you do?”
“sí.”
he smiled.
“he deserves his happy ending too.”
you glanced over your shoulder.
“that's adorable.”
he scrunched up his nose.
“don't tell him i said that.”
“too late.”
“traitor.”
he laughed, kissed your temple one last time, and stole another piece of pepper while you weren't looking.
pau cubarsi
pau was half asleep.
his head rested on your stomach, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your fingers played with the soft curls at the back of his neck.
the room was quiet.
comfortable.
“pau.”
he hummed.
“hm?”
“i just saw héctor on tinder.”
he didn't answer.
you thought he'd fallen asleep.
then—
“..que”
“i saw héctor on tinder.”
his head lifted just enough to look at you.
“héctor?”
“yeah.”
“our héctor?”
“mhm.”
he frowned.
“no.”
“yes.”
“no.”
“yes.”
he blinked slowly.
“but... tati?”
you shrugged.
“maybe they broke up.”
his face fell immediately.
“no...”
“maybe.”
“no.”
he shook his head.
“they were literally together yesterday.”
“people break up.”
“not them.”
there wasn't a second of hesitation.
“how do you know?”
“because.”
he frowned.
“they're...”
he searched for the words.
“they're just...”
“what?”
“cute.”
you smiled.
“that's your evidence?”
“sí.”
“pau.”
“they are.”
he rested his chin on your stomach again, looking genuinely upset now.
“they're always holding hands.”
“that's true.”
“and they share desserts.”
“they do.”
“and tati laughs at all his stupid jokes.”
you nodded solemnly.
“she really does.”
he sighed.
“that's sad.”
“for who?”
“both of them.”
“poor héctor?”
“and poor tati.”
he looked up at you again.
“she's lovely.”
“she is.”
“i hope it's not true.”
“me too.”
he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table.
“what are you doing?”
“asking him.”
“right now?”
“yes.”
“isn't that a bit much?”
he frowned.
“why?”
“it's none of your business.”
“he's my best friend.”
“still.”
“if something happened, i want to make sure he's okay.”
you watched him unlock his phone.
his thumb hovered over héctor's chat.
then...
it stopped.
he looked at the screen.
then at you.
then back at the screen.
his eyebrows slowly knitted together.
“...espera.”
you blinked innocently.
“what?”
he looked at you for a long second.
“how did you see héctor?”
“on tinder.”
“yeah.”
“it came up.”
“on your phone?”
“mhm.”
another pause.
he stared.
“...amor.”
“yes?”
“why do you have tinder?”
you tried not to laugh.
“what do you mean?”
“how else would you see héctor?”
“i don't know.”
“yes, you do.”
“maybe someone showed me.”
“who?”
“...someone.”
he narrowed his eyes.
“who?”
“a friend.”
“which friend?”
“a friend.”
“what friend has tinder?”
you shrugged.
“one of them.”
he looked genuinely unconvinced.
“that doesn't make sense.”
“why not?”
“because you'd still have to see it.”
“maybe.”
he looked at you for another few seconds.
thinking.
thinking.
thinking.
then his eyes widened.
“...you have tinder.”
you burst into laughter.
he blinked.
“you have tinder?”
“i don't!”
“then how did you see héctor?”
“i didn't!”
“you said you did.”
“it's a prank!”
he stared at you.
then let out the softest groan.
“dios mio...”
you giggled.
“i believed you.”
“i know.”
“i was actually sad.”
“i could tell.”
he dropped his forehead back onto your stomach dramatically.
“i was thinking about all our double dates.”
you laughed harder.
“you really were.”
“they're my favourite.”
“i know.”
“i was wondering who was going to eat héctor's chips now.”
“pau!”
“what?”
“that's what you were worried about?”
“well...”
he smiled into your shirt.
“and because i like them together.”
your hand found his hair again.
“they're still together.”
“good.”
he was quiet for a second.
then—
“...wait.”
“what now?”
he looked up again.
“héctor doesn't actually have tinder, does he?”
you smiled.
“no.”
he sighed in relief.
“vale.”
“you were going to ask him?”
“no.”
“really?"
he paused.
“...i was going to ask tati.”
you laughed so hard the bed shook beneath you.
he smiled, completely unbothered.
“she'd know.”
alejandro balde
“don't pull.”
“i'm not pulling.”
“you are.”
“ale.”
“bebé.”
“sit still.”
he looked at you in the mirror with the most innocent smile.
“i am sitting still.”
“you're moving your head every five seconds.”
“because you're taking forever.”
“curl routines take time.”
“my curls are perfect already.”
you laughed.
“your ego's perfect already.”
“i know.”
he winked.
“now hurry up.”
you scooped a little more curl cream into your hands.
“i saw ansu on tinder.”
“good.”
you blinked.
“good?”
“yeah.”
he shrugged.
“about time.”
“that's your reaction?”
“what else am i supposed to say?”
“i don't know.”
“he's single.”
“exactly.”
“exactly.”
he smiled.
“hopefully he meets someone.”
“that's sweet.”
“he deserves it.”
you worked another curl around your finger.
“i matched with him.”
“nice.”
he didn't even hesitate.
“ale.”
“what?”
“i matched with ansu.”
“yeah.”
“on tinder.”
“mhm.”
he reached up and poked your side.
you jumped.
“ale!”
he laughed.
“you missed a curl.”
“because you poked me!”
“worth it.”
you swatted his hand away.
“stop.”
“make me.”
you rolled your eyes.
“i matched with ansu.”
“you've said.”
“on tinder.”
“sí.”
he smiled at your reflection.
“hopefully they make him look handsome.”
“alejandro.”
“what?”
“listen.”
“i am listening.”
“properly.”
he sighed dramatically.
“vale.”
he folded his hands in his lap.
“go.”
“i matched with ansu.”
“mhm.”
“on tinder.”
“yes.”
“...”
“...”
his smile slowly disappeared.
he frowned.
“wait.”
you kept twisting another curl.
“what?”
“how?”
“i swiped right.”
he laughed once.
“very funny.”
“i did.”
“amor.”
“yes?”
“how?”
“i told you.”
“no.”
he shook his head.
“how were you on tinder?”
you shrugged.
“i downloaded it.”
“why?”
“because.”
“because?”
“i wanted to.”
he stared at you through the mirror.
“nah.”
“what?”
“nah.”
“what do you mean, 'nah'?”
“nah.”
he pointed at your reflection.
“you're joking.”
“i'm not.”
“you are.”
“i'm not.”
he narrowed his eyes.
“you have tinder?”
“maybe.”
“maybe?”
“maybe.”
he looked at you for a few seconds.
then at the curl cream in your hands.
then back at you.
“...wait.”
another pause.
“you're smiling.”
“am i?”
“you only smile like that when you're about to annoy me.”
you couldn't hold it anymore.
you burst into laughter.
he threw his head back.
“i knew it!”
“it's a prank!”
“i knew it!”
“no, you didn't.”
“okay... i didn't.”
he laughed, rubbing a hand over his face.
“madre mía.”
“you believed me!”
“for like...”
he pinched his fingers together.
“three seconds.”
“it was definitely longer than three.”
“four.”
“ale.”
“fine.”
he grinned.
“maybe ten.”
“exactly.”
he looked at you with the biggest smile.
“you're horrible.”
“thank you.”
“that wasn't a compliment.”
“i'll take it anyway.”
he reached for your waist and tugged until you were standing between his knees again.
“you're going to mess up your curls.”
“don't care.”
“you've just spent twenty minutes making me do them.”
“worth it.”
he wrapped both arms around your waist.
“for the record...”
“hm?”
“i still hope ansu finds someone.”
“aw.”
“he deserves a girlfriend.”
“he does.”
“just not my girlfriend.”
you laughed.
“that would be ideal.”
“sí.”
he smiled against your stomach before looking up at you.
“although...”
“what?”
“if you ever actually download tinder...”
“yeah?”
he grinned.
“i'm stealing your phone.”
“that's your solution?”
“obviously.”
“not talking to me?”
“after i steal your phone.”
you laughed, leaning down to kiss him.
he kissed you back once.
then twice.
then once more.
“ale.”
“hm?”
“your hair.”
“it's already perfect.”
“your ego.”
“also perfect.”
he flashed you another grin.
“you've said that already.”
“i know.”
“still true, though.”
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