#Pedri

[messfcbi]

woah

[pedripics]

pedri: Nilo en acción 🤪

[canirove]

Sevilla Vs. FC Barcelona | 09.02.2025 | post-match interview

[p8driesta]

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[chelseafcb]

piqué saying “pedri has stolen my heart” is so real

[hotgirleclerc]

BARCELONA VS SEVILLA. 09.02.25.

[zayphia]

football tournaments give me a genuine midlife crisis because one day it’s 2014 and you’re a kid and your favourite player is still in their peak and then it’s another two years and then you’re older and your favourite player is older and then it’s another two and you’re older than the newest players and your favourite player is retiring. not good. do not recommend.

[orodaeh]

Okay honestly FUCK OFF... how can he be so hot and cute at the same time. GOD send me a Pedro Pascal right now... i need him. God took his time with him...

Pictures by Trudiebooth and Sarah on Pinterest

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[strawberryblue-blog]

Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

[pedripics]

One to One: Pedri - Translation

How did the celebration for his dad come about?

“Well, one day we were at home, we were eating with the family, and I had the idea of doing something to dedicate the goals to my family, and because of my father’s glasses, well that came up.”

How are you?

“Good, good, very good. I haven’t felt this way for a long time and now I enjoy it.” - you are always smiling on the pitch! - “Yeah, that’s why. Because many times I wanted to be where I am now, and now that I am, I’m enjoying it.”

Of all the pics in the studio, Pedri chose the one of Puyol kissing the armband as his favourite

Most special match of your career? (question from Gerard Martin)

“Let’s see, my debut was special. It’s always special. Maybe my debut in the Champions League. But I will always remember my first game. Well, I also hope that it’s still to come. But the one that made me the most excited was my debut.”

And this season?

“The final against Madrid in the Supercopa. And on a personal level, I think I played very well against Atlético Madrid.”

What did Hansi Flick give to you?

“Well, I think for players confidence is very important. And what Flick conveys to you is a lot of confidence. He transmits that he trusts you a lot and so you know what you are capable of doing. And well, that helped me. Also the issue of injuries. It’s a thing that’s left in the past and I have that continuity. And like I said before, I am enjoying it.”

Is this best season of your career so far?

“Well, so far yes. Then it has to be reflected in titles, which is the most important thing. But yeah, it’s one of the seasons I feel the most comfortable in. The first one, I think I also had a good season. But yes, so far yes.”

Without the current one, which was your best and your worst season?

“Not counting the one now, I think the best was the first one. Because apart from the fact that everything was new to me, I managed to adapt very well, very quickly and very simple, because I had been watching Barça for many years. And the worst, I think the second, because of the injuries, because as I recovered from the first, I suffered from another.”

How does it affect you? How do you get out of that loop?

“It’s complicated, because in the beginning, well, as you say, you are injured. I’m already recovering and that’s it. And then when you relapse and those injuries keep happening to you, you don’t know what to do, what to stop doing, or what’s wrong in your life to change it. You try to change a lot of things and I think it’s been a process that I have had to change throughout my life. But hey, it’s a process that happened, I’ve learned a lot and now I am enjoying it again.”

How did all the noise around it affect you?

"You try to isolate yourself from what people say, but if you don't hear it yourself, other people say it to you, that you go out partying, that you don't work hard in the gym…. It's a lie, you don't have to give it importance, but it affects you. I train the same, I have changed the way, but not the time I dedicate to it".

Rest?

“I prefer to play for half an hour every week and in every match, rather than resting by not participating in matches at all.”

How hard is it to overcome mental struggles?

“Yeah, I think a player when he gets into that loop of struggles, it’s hard to get out. But I was able to and now I am happy! That’s it. I am happy, looking forward to continuing to enjoy it and to play.”

To what extent have Hansi and his staff helped you?

“Well, I think the people who came into the gym, the way they train, I am doing much better. We managed to nail it with the physios, conditioning and such, with what’s best for my body, what is better to train for me personally, and I think they have a lot to do with that.”

About the Fantasy League

“I stopped playing, man. I had me and I had Raphinha. They took Raphinha from me, they took me… So I stopped playing. My friends take it very serious. They say no mega clauses or anything.”

Doncic NBA drama

“I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t think anyone expected it, but together with LeBron they could do nice things.”

About his renewal:

“The club wanted it, I wanted it, and then it’s easy for everything to happen. They spoke, they more or less agreed and everyone was happy. “

Did you expect to wear this jersey until 2030?

“No, I didn't expect it. I didn’t even expect next years not to have a number. When I arrived here, at first I was sleeping in a hotel, I was staying at there with my brother and I was always telling him: "Wow, I had a good training session, I hope I get lucky and stay here." We talked about it a lot, until Koeman came to tell me that I was staying. And from that day until today, everything changed.”

You’re already a veteran. Do you feel like it?

“I am already worn out mate (laughs). Yes it’s true that there are a lot of young people and for the length I’ve been at the club now, maybe I am a veteran. Not by age, but by time at club. And yes, inside the locker room I feel like I have weight, that I am someone important, but in that locker room you cannot be too serious either. The secret is to have a good time both inside and outside. We are always smiling and I think that comes through later when it comes to playing.”

About fans enjoying to see them play

“Yeah, I think the fans enjoy it because we’re enjoying it on the pitch. We try and make it a show for the people who go to the games. And when we win, it’s even better. In games like against Atlético when we lost, people were happy with the way the team played.”

About Pedro

“As a kid, I always cheered him on, because he was from home, from the same place, and I was lucky to be able to meet him. He is a great guy, very funny, like a good Canarian. As a player, there’s nothing that people don’t already know. He is spectacular. How he played, how he dribbled, how he scored goals with both feet. I really enjoyed watching him.”

About his nickname Pedri Potter

“I’ve never seen Harry Potter, really. They always call me Pedri Potter, but I’ve never seen it to be honest.”

What is the future at the club?

“Well, I, from what I see, I think it’s going to be a good future, I think we have a good team. Personally, I hope to continue enjoying football, in the end, that’s what every player wants. Let’s win titles, it’s what Barça needs.”

About the season so far

“I think playing like we are, we’re on the right track to get titles. And well this year, why not?We’ve already won one, we are alive in all the others, so why not go for them all?”

What did it mean to you to be captain?

“It was in El Sadar. Also last year in the Champions League. If someone would’ve told me as a kid, I wouldn’t have believed them. I’d say ‘you’re crazy’. But it’s a pride. I think, already just being at Barça for me has always been the best. Imagine wearing the captains armband.”

Barça’s style seems to suit you

“Yeah, I always saw it when I was little and I was trying to learn from it. And well, I guess something about watching so many games has stayed. And well, that’s a lot of my father’s fault as well, who’s a lifelong Barça fan, I always supported Barça and we always watched the games together.”

About his family

“Without my family, without my father, my mother and my brother, I think it would’ve been impossible to get to where I am today. I hope they will be by my side, safe and sound, for everything that is still to come. Enjoying it with them is the best.”

Is the Liga still alive?

“People, when we lose two or three games, and they get a few points ahead… But yeah, it’s true that we messed up a bit. But hey, there are a lot of games left, a lot of points at stake and if we win the rest of the season, I am sure we can be champions.”

Can we dream of la sexta?

“Well, why not? Dreaming is always free. But hey, it’s true that in other years it was complicated. In the big games we usually didn’t play a good match, we didn’t usually win. I think this year it’s been the complete opposite. I think in the big games we’re showing what we can do, we’re playing good games, dominating them and winning them.”

What is Pedri like in victory and in defeat?

“Depends on what you’re playing. But if it’s in football, Pedri in victory is very happy, very happy. And in defeat, so angry. Mostly, I get angry with myself, if I could’ve done anything else, if i could have improved, maybe changed something in what I had done. And then I try to find solutions for myself and for the team.”

[canirove]

Canary boy | Chapter 13

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“He's mad at me.”

“Not this again, please” Carla says, rolling her eyes.

“But he is! Why else would he keep ignoring my texts and calls and being super cold when he bothers to reply?”

“You can't tell if someone is being cold through texts, Inés.”

“You can.”

“You can't. And didn't he say he is busy studying? That he wants to focus on that before getting distracted by the holidays?”

“He did, but…”

“And let's not forget about the fact that he's studying with a scholarship. He can't lose it.”

“I know, but…” I protest again.

“Inés, Pedri isn't mad at you or ignoring you on purpose. He is just busy” she says.

“But you take breaks from studying. You stop to eat, to go to the bathroom, to disconnect. Why can't he text me then? Or give me a quick call?”

“Maybe because he also knows you are busy with training and studying, and doesn't want to bother you?”

“Maybe… But…”

“Inés, no” Carla cuts me. “Stop this, I'm serious. We have an important game in a couple of hours. One we have to win not only because we can't go into the Christmas break with a defeat, but also because Real Madrid are breathing down our necks. So focus on this and stop all this Pedri nonsense.”

“Ok. I'll try” I sigh.

“No, you won't try. You will.”

“Fine, I will” I sigh again. Though easier said than done.

And you may be wondering, what happened for me to be so worried and think that Pedri is mad at me? Well, that the Christmas dinner with the team actually ended up being the worst night of my life (dramatic much? Maybe).

When Víctor and I left the restaurant, there still were photographers and some fans outside, and they obviously took photos of us together. Of me wearing his jacket, him just on his shirt, and us getting together into the same car. And those photos were everywhere online the next day, people going crazy about them. Because we had seemingly arrived together, been together during dinner, and then left together. So if you are a shipper or someone who doesn't know what is going on and saw those photos, you would think that we are a couple. I mean, I saw them myself and we did look like a couple. And I just… Urgh. 

But to make things even worse, Víctor posted one of our photos arriving and one of him hugging me to save me from flashing everyone, photos where I was smiling (even though on the second one I was actually panic smiling if that is a thing) and where we looked as if there was something going on between us, adding a heart emoji to his caption about being a great night or something like that. 

And I'm sure Pedri has seen everything. Even some sports newspapers and websites have written articles about it, using “Barça's new it couple?” as their headline. And even though I explained everything to him, maybe not in the best way at first because I just sent him a photo of my broken dress saying “this is how my night ended, what about yours?”, which Carla made me see could mean that something had actually happened between me and Víctor (as in him tearing my dress from my body if you know what I mean)... He is in his right to be upset. Like, I would. I've felt like that in the past because of him and Nerea. But I just… I… Urgh. Urgh!

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“Ok, I can do this. It isn't a crazy idea. Or maybe it is. But Carla said that we need to talk, and at least we will be doing something of that so… Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and ringing the bell.

“Inés?” Pedri says after opening the door of his flat. “What are you doing here? It's Christmas Eve!”

“I know. But here is the thing. Like you may remember, I'm having dinner with my dad, his new girlfriend and her daughter, whom I haven't met yet. And according to my sisters, who have already met them, they are a pain in the ass and I can't go deal with them alone. So I thought that, even if you are mad at me, you could come and be there for me as moral support. Think of it as a Christmas good deed or something like that.”

“Inés…” he says, running a hand through his hair.

“It'll be just for tonight and then you can go back to being mad at me. But I could really do with you being there for me, Pedri. As one last act of friendship.”

“Inés, I'm not mad at you.”

“What?”

“Why don't you come in? My neighbours are a bit noisy and I'm sure they already are checking what is going on.”

“I… Umm… Ok.”

“You look beautiful, by the way” he smiles as I walk past him and inside his flat.

“Thank you” I reply, feeling my cheeks already getting warm. 

“Did you make sure the seams on that dress are all ok?”

“What?” I say, turning to look at him.

“We don't want it to end like the last one, do we?” he smirks. He is… smirking. Teasing me. He… what?

“We… Pedri, aren't you mad at me?”

“No. I already told you” he shrugs. 

“Then why… Then why have you been behaving so weird since those photos with Víctor came out?”

“What?” he chuckles.

“Yes, like… You've barely replied to my texts, and when you've done it, you've been super cold. And you have ignored my calls too. You haven't even liked my Instagram posts or watched my stories!” 

“I can explain, Inés. But why don't we do it while you help me iron my shirt?”

“What?” Is that the only word I know today? Yes, looks like it.

“I can't go meet your dad with a wrinkled shirt, can I?” 

“You… Wait, you are coming?”

“Of course I am. And not as one last act of friendship or whatever nonsense you said. Now, will you help me iron my shirt or not?”

“I… Yes, sure” I say, following him to his room. What the hell is going on?

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“Done” I say when I finish ironing Pedri's shirt. 

“Thank you, Inés. I suck at this.”

“Are you going to tell me now why you have been acting so weird or…”

“Yes, sorry” he says, taking off his hoodie and t-shirt all in one go like happened… No, Inés. Don't go there. And don't stare at his naked chest and his abs and those things on his hips and… No. Just don't. Focus. “If I've been a bit weird lately it's because I've been stressed, and when that happens, I sometimes shut down” he says while putting on his shirt.

“You shut down?” I say as my eyes follow the way his fingers are buttoning his shirt. Who knew something like that could be so… sexy.

“Yeah. It's like I go into my own little shell and ignore everything else that is going on around me” he says, finishing with his shirt and taking off his joggers. Oh dear. “It started happening when I moved here and especially at the end of each semester. The pressure of having to pass all my exams if I don't want to lose my scholarship, being away from home and missing my family, all the other things going on in my life like making sure I make it to the end of the month with my bank account not being in red numbers, keeping up with friends, my relationship… It can be a lot, you know?” he says before putting on his suit trousers. “And when it gets too bad, like has happened lately, I shut down. I stop checking on friends and family, replying to their messages, going out… I focus on only one thing, usually studying, and ignore everything else, which is what has happened since we came back from Tenerife. That trip was like… Like a dream, Inés. Having you there with me, with my family and my childhood friends, in my house, finally getting to kiss you, to… you know” he says, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. He's blushing. Pedri is blushing just by thinking about what we did and… Holy shit. “Everything was perfect. And then we came back here, and it was like reality punched me right in the face. I had a lot of things to catch up with, feelings and thoughts to go through, decisions to make. And I just… I… It was too much and I shut down. But it was all me, Inés. All me” he says, moving to wear I am and taking my hands on his. “And I'm sorry for making you believe that it was you, that you had done something wrong, that I was mad at you. I should have explained myself, maybe have Mario talk with you. But since things between him and Carla are a bit awkward, I didn't want to get him involved. He's been doing enough already by dragging me to the gym every day.”

“The gym?”

“According to a therapist I talked with, working out can help de-stress because it releases something and for a while you don't think about anything. So at the end of each day, Mario has been forcing me to go to the gym, making me try different classes to see what works and what I like the best.”

“And have you found anything?” I ask him.

“Boxing is the one I've enjoyed the most. It leaves me shattered and that's why I haven't been answering to our usual before bed calls, because I am exhausted. And I know what you are going to say, but I tried yoga too and…”

“And?”

“And you were right, Inés. It isn't stupid or easy, and it feels so good.”

“Told you” I smile. “But if that's all that has been going on, then the photos with Víctor…”

“Those didn't bother me, they mean nothing. Because I know how you feel about him, and I think I know how you feel about me too” Pedri says, moving his hands from mine and resting them on my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I… Ummm…”

“I like you, Inés. I like you very much.”

“You… you do?” 

“I do” he says, pulling me even closer. “And I think that you also like me. At least a tiny bit” he says with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, a tiny bit” I laugh. A tiny bit much. 

“At what time is this dinner with your dad?” 

“Ten.”

“Ten…” he says, looking at his watch. “And is the restaurant or wherever we are going too far from here?”

“Like half an hour. But the traffic is really bad, so…”

“Shame” he sighs. “I was hoping we could have enough time to make sure your dress won't be tearing apart tonight, but we'll have to take the risk.” 

“We can do it after dinner.” Wow, Inés. Wow. Bold. Because he was definitely not talking about checking all the seams of my dress and getting thread and needle if one was a bit wonky.

“What would be the point of doing it after?” he smirks as I wrap my arms around his neck. 

“Making sure it won't break the next time I wear it. And if that woman my dad is dating and her daughter are as annoying as my sisters say… I'll be needing a distraction, a physical activity to help me let go. To de-stress. And since you have some experience on that matter…”

“I'm an expert.”

“An expert?” I laugh.

“Make all the fun of me you want, Inés. But in the morning you will be agreeing with me. You'll see” he says, brushing his lips against mine. “Now let's finish getting ready” he says, taking a step back.

“Hell no” I say, stopping him.

“Inés, you are gonna wrinkle my shirt” Pedri smirks, looking down at where my hands are, at the way I'm holding him close to me.

“It’ll survive. But I won't if you don't kiss me right here and right now.”

“Is that an order?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Then make it sound as an order, Inés” he says, the way he is looking at me sending goosebumps all over my body.

“Kiss me, Pedri. Now.”

“Yes, ma'am” he smirks before kissing me, the feeling of his lips on mine turning the goosebumps into fire, making me forget about all my stupid doubts and crazy ideas about him being mad at me, but reminding me of something. Something very important.

He has told me that he likes me. He. Pedri… He likes me. And very much.

[p8driesta]

QUIZ ONE AMB PEDRI 🪄

Biggest culer in your family? - "My father"

Favourite place in Barcelona? - "My house"

Which place would you recommend in the Canary Islands? - "My parents restaurant. Tasca Fernando"

On what would you go first, Joan Mir's motorcycle or Cubarsí's car? - "Joan Mir's motorcycle"

Favourite dish your brother cooks? - "arroz a la cubana"

Lamine with a goatee or Pedri with a moustache? - "Pedri with a moustache, 100%"

If Ferran Torres is the shark, Pedri is...? - "A sardine" 😭

Playing with Messi again or playing with Iniesta? - "What a question. You can't do both, right? With Iniesta, I have never played with him."

What is the reason behind your celebration? - "To see BarçaOne better"

[livelaughlovepedri]

mi capitán 💙❤️

[coolemmasulivan2]

But Look Who He Follows

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Summary: You and Pedri have been keeping your relationship a secret, but when an interview is about to reveal that he follows you on Instagram instead of your brother, things may have to change.

Word count: 3156

Author's note: Inspired by Pedri's interview on Martínez y Hermanos.

Pedri wrapped a toilet around his waist and stepped out of the shower. The locker room was almost empty. Ferran, Dani, Cubarsí and Casadó were the only ones left.

As he began to get dressed, Ferran and Dani sat down beside him—one on each side.

Pedri glanced up from tying his sneakers and looked at them confused. "¿Qué passa?" (What?)

"Pensé que éramos amigos, hermano!" Ferran teased him. (I thought we were friends, man!)

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows.

Dani raised a hand to cover his mouth as he spoke. "So, today when I arrived I saw you having a chat with Cubarsí's sister." Pedri froze, the color draining from his face. "I mean, nothing wrong with that. I’ve talked to her a bunch of times. She’s super nice."

"But..." Ferran cut in this time, a mischievous grin playing on his face. "I heard you two were very close. Like... very, very close."

Pedri’s gaze darted to the far end of the locker room, where Cubarsí was deep in conversation with Casadó.

"What's going on? You two dating or something?" Ferran’s voice was loud enough to echo in the nearly empty locker room, and Pedri’s face flushed red with panic

"¡Cállate, idiota!" He hissed, glaring at Ferran. His eyes flicked nervously to Cubarsí and Casadó, but they were still engrossed in their own conversation. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were just having a normal conversation." (Shut up, idiot!)

Dani chuckled, clearly unconvinced. "That didn’t look like a normal conversation." Leaning in, he whispered: "You were almost kissing."

Pedri’s jaw tightened. "I don’t know what you think you saw, but we were just greeting each other. She was dropping Cubarsí off as I arrived. And yeah, like you said, she’s nice."

"Estás mintiendo. Te conozco." Ferran said, nudging Pedri’s arm with a smirk. "Is she the girl you've been texting?" (You're lying. I know you.)

"No!" Pedri snapped and blushed. "Let’s just drop this, okay?"

Dani wasn’t about to let it go. So with a mischievous glint in his eye, he called out. "Hey! Cubarsí?" Pedri’s head whipped around, and he shot Dani a deadly look.

"Yeah?"Cubarsí replied, glancing over.

"Does your sister have a boyfriend?"

Cubarsí froze, frowning at the unexpected question. "Why?"

"Oh, I’ve got this friend who’s single, and I thought--" Dani started, but Cubarsí cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"No, no. She’s a busy woman. She doesn’t have time to date."

Pedri couldn’t help but laugh under his breath at how innocent Cubarsí’s answer was. He had no idea that Pedri and you had been dating for eight months. The two of you had agreed to keep it private, and so far, you’d managed to pull it off.

"That's a pity!" Dani said. "I really thought they would be a match!" Pedri kicking Dani lightly in the leg.

You were parked outside Ciutat Esportiva, waiting for your brother, something you’d gotten used to doing since he didn’t have his driver’s license yet. It was during one of those routine that you first met Pedri.

You had just dropped your brother off at training. The rain was coming down strong, and you still felt weak from the lingering cold that had plagued you for weeks.

Truthfully, you shouldn’t have been driving. Your head was foggy, your focus scattered, but you’d assured Pau you were fine, insisting you could manage.

As you exited Ciutat Esportiva, your mind elsewhere, you didn't realise you’d drifted onto the wrong side of the road until a black Porsche appeared out of nowhere, headlights piercing through the rain.

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped. The Porsche swerved sharply, avoiding a collision, but crashed into the wall near the gate, its side scraping against the concrete with a sickening sound.

"No, no, no, no!" You muttered, panic running through you.

A security guard sprinted toward the Porsche, and you scrambled out of your car despite the rain soaking you instantly.

"Are you okay?" The guard asked, though one look at your pale face and trembling hands probably answered the question for him.

You leaned against your car door, feeling a wave of dizziness running through your still weak body. "I’m fine. I’m fine." You managed, though your voice didn’t sound convincing even to you.

The Porsche door swung open, and one of your brother’s teammates stepped out.

Pedri.

Dressed all in black, his hair quickly became wet from the rain. You recognized him instantly. You’d never met him personally, but there was no denying he was one of Barça’s most handsome players.

But when he turned toward you and the guard, your stomach dropped. A line of blood ran down his forehead.

You took a step forward, eyes wide. "Oh my god. Are you okay? I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see where I was going."

Pedri locked eyes with you and for a second he couldn't think straight. He knew who you were. Everyone at the club did. But it was the first time he’d seen you outside your car. You were always in and out of Ciutat Esportiva in a blink of an eye.

Even then, always seeing you from afar, he’d thought you were beautiful. But now, standing in front of him, a worry look on your face, he couldn't help but think you were even more beautiful.

"Sí, I'm-- I'm okay!" He said. (Yes)

"But you’re bleeding!" You said, instinctively reaching out to brush his wet hair aside for a better look at the wound. Halfway there, you caught yourself and pulled your hand back awkwardly. "Call an ambulance, please." You urged the security guard.

The guard went to grab his phone, but Pedri stopped him with a raised hand. "No, no. It’s not necessary. I'll get checked inside."

"But..."

"Really, I'm fine."

You hesitated, unsure, but his tone left no room for argument. Then you glanced at the car, guilt settling in your stomach. "I’m so sorry about your car. I'll pay for it, of course. Whatever it costs."

"It’s okay. It’s not that bad." Pedri said, glancing at the car. He knew it was bad, the damage would cost a fortune, but he didn’t want you to worry or pay for it. Even if he didn’t have insurance, he had the money to cover the repairs easily. "I’m Pedri, by the way." He added, stretching out his hand.

You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. "Oh, sorry… I’m Y/n." You said, shaking his hand.

Pedri smiled, and despite everything that had just happened, you couldn’t help but notice how it softened his features.

You smiled at the memory. Pedri made you happy and loved. The secretism only made things more interesting. Not having to deal with families, with his fans and your protective younger brother, seemed like heaven.

As you smiled like an idiot alone in your car, your brother and Casadó stepped out, talking with each other. As they said their goodbyes, Casadó walked toward his car and Pau walked toward yours smiling and making faces.

"Hola, Hola!" He greeted you.

"Hola, hermanito! ¿Estás bien?" You asked him, messing his hair. (Hello, little brother. You okay?)

"Sí! Tires and hungry." He said.

"Me too! So let's go." As you turned on the engine, you saw Dani, Ferran and Pedri walking out. Your hand paused on the stick as you looked at them, more specifically your boyfriend.

Pedro instantly recognised your car and completely forgot what they were talking about. The only thought on his head was how he had to tell you how his interview on Martínez y Hermanos went, before it aired.

"What is it?" Ferran asked him. He and Dani looked in the direction his eyes went and saw you pulling out of the parking lot. "Joder, sí que estás saliendo con ella." He chuckled. (Shit, you're definitely dating her.)

You were having dinner at your parents house, laughing at the latest story of your father when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Discreetly, you pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A message from Pedri.

P ❤️: ¿Podemos quedar en tu casa? Necesito hablar contigo. (Can we met at you place? I need to talk to you.)

He had mentioned earlier that morning, after you’d dropped Pau off at Ciutat Esportiva, that he needed to talk to you. At the time, you hadn’t thought much of it, especially since he’d left a soft, loving kiss at the corner of your lips, but now, reading the tone of his message, a shiver ran down our spine.

You: Claro! Estoy en casa de mis padres. Me voy ahora. (Of course. I'm at my parents house. I'm leaving now.)

You said goodbye to your parents and your brother and left. It was already late, so they didn't suspect it. As you reached for your car keys, your phone buzzed again in your pocket.

P ❤️: Ya estoy aquí. Conduce con cuidado. Te quiero. (I'm already here. Drive safely. I love you.)

You smiled, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you read his words. Whenever Pedri told you he loved you, it never failed to fill you with warmth.

When you arrived at your apartment, stepping out of the elevator, you saw him leaning casually against your door, scrolling through his phone. The sight of him waiting there made your heart flutter.

He looked up and smiled when he saw you. "Hola, guapa." (Hello, beautiful.)

"Hola, mi amor!" You replied, cupping his face as you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. "Come on in." You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the apartment. (Hello, my love!)

As soon as the door closed behind you, you both shrugged off your jackets. You sat down on the sofa, watching him closely. Something about his body language, his slight hesitation, the way he avoided your eyes, made you uneasy. He was nervous, and that nervousness was starting to rub off on you.

He scratched the back of his neck and avoided your eyes. "I'm… I'm going to grab a glass of water." He stuttered.

Before you could say anything, he disappeared into the kitchen. You heard the clatter of glasses and the sound of water running. After a minute, he finally returned, sitting on the coffee table in front of you, his elbows resting on his knees as he ran his hands down his face.

"¿Qué pasa?" You asked gently. (What's happening?)

He let out a long sigh. "I think I messed up."

You frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

Clearing his throat, Pedri began to explain. "So, yesterday, I did the interview on Martínez y Hermanos." You nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Well... they brought up your brother." He went on, scratching his jaw.

"And..?"

"And, they joked about how I don’t follow your brother on Instagram." You shifted on the sofa, suddenly uncomfortable. Where is this going? You thought to himself. "But they also joked about the fact that… I follow you.!"

"So, he says he has a great relationship with you, but I don't think you do with him, though." Dani Martínez began

"No, we have a great relationship."

"I don't think you get on well with him. We are investigative journalists in this show and we've looked at who Pedri follows on Instagram." Dani said and Pedri chuckled nervously, leaning back on the sofa. "For example he follows Lewandowski. He follows Lamine Yamal." He paused for dramatic effect as the video kept playing, showing his insthram page. "Then we searched for his teammate Pau Cubarsí and de does NOT follow Cubarsí."

The audience burst into laughter. "I didn't know!" Pedri defended himself.

"He’s the only one on the team that you don’t follow. The only one!"

Now flustered, he turned toward the audience where his brother Fer was sitting. "My brother has my phone. Follow him back!"

"Where is he? Where's Fer with the phone? We'll get Pedri's phone and we're going to follow him now. How are you going to leave the kid unfollowed?" He said, standing up. "We have Pedri's phone."

Sitting back down beside Pedri on the red sofa, Dani handed him the phone. Pedri searched for your brother's profile on Instagram and held up the phone for the camera, ensuring everyone could see.

"Catch this on camera, because he is waiting for Pedri's to follow him as well." As he secured the phone, Pedri pressed the follow bottom. "Ya sigue Pau Cubarsí!" Dani announced triumphantly and the audience clapped. Just as Pedri thought he was off the hook, Dani’s grin widened. "Wait, wait, wait... We found something else. And this one's even worse." (He follows, Pau Cubarsí!)

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows. “What now?” He asked, chuckling nervously.

On the big screen, a video of Pedri’s Instagram profile appeared once more. The hosts scrolled through his following list. "He doesn’t follow his teammate, but... let’s check this name here..." The cursor typed, and a familiar name popped up.

Your name.

"He follows his sister!" The audience roared with laughter, and Pedri’s face turned bright red.

"Pedri, Pedri..." Dani said, barely able to contain his grin. "Look at him blush! Don’t laugh, it’s official now. This guy thinks Pau’s sister is more interesting than his teammate!"

The laughter in the room grew even louder, and Pedri buried his face in his hands, shaking his head with an embarrassed smile.

"I told you to stop following me, Pedro!" You scolded Pedri as he sat down next to you.

"How was I supposed to know they’d go snooping through my Instagram?" He protested, his voice tinged with worry. The thought of their private relationship potentially being exposed on national TV was clearly weighing on him.

"Pedri!" You said, pacing the room and running your hands through your hair. "Everybody knew you didn’t follow my brother. It was only a matter of time before someone made a joke about it."

He watched you with concern, noticing the tension in your every move. The truth was, he was just as nervous as you were. It felt too soon to have your intimate bubble burst, too soon for the world to know about your relationship.

"Maybe people won’t make a big deal out of it."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Oh, they will. Everyone will. Your fans are going to eat me alive, and my brother is going to eat you alive."

Pedri reached out, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you onto his lap. "Is it really such a bad idea to make our relationship public?" He asked softly.

You looked at him. "Pedri... we’re not hiding." You said after a moment. "I just think we’re enjoying our time together. Without all the prying eyes and the media turning everything into a circus."

"So, you're not embarrassed of me?" He pounted.

You looked at him, shocked. "Why would I ever be embarrassed of you, Pedro?" You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. "You're my boyfriend. I love you, and I'm proud of everything you’ve accomplished so far."

His shoulders relaxed at your words, and he leaned forward to kiss your neck. "I was so nervous leaving that studio." He admitted. "I felt like my heart was going to explode." He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. "I just don’t ever want to put you in a situation where you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed."

You smiled and leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose. "You’re not embarrassing me, Pedri. If anything, you’re the one who’s going to be embarrassed on national TV."

He groaned dramatically, leaning his head back. "Ay, por favor, don't remind me."

You couldn’t help but laugh, running your fingers through his hair. "Sorry, mi amor."

"Should we tell our families?" Pedri asked, his voice soft.

You shrugged. "If you want to."

He gently ran his hand up and down your back, his touch soothing. "I do. But only if you’re okay with it."

Smiling, you let your fingers wander into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "Of course I am." Suddenly, a mischievous idea flashed through your mind, and your grin widened. "On one condition!"

Pedri raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What condition?"

Your grin turned into a sly smirk. "We don’t tell Pau anything... and we wait to see how he reacts to the interview."

Pedri let out a hearty laugh, his head tilting back. "Oh, no. You’re evil!"

"Come on!" You teased, leaning in closer. "You know it’s going to be hilarious. Imagine his face!"

He shook his head, laughing as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "He's going to kill me."

"Pff, you can handle my brother."

He laughed. "You’re trouble, guapa. You're trouble!"

BONUS SCENE:

You sat on the couch next to Pau, trying your best to keep a neutral expression as the TV flickered with the set of Martínez y Hermanos. Your brother was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, completely engrossed in the interview.

"Oh, this is going to be good." he muttered under his breath, and you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning. But deep down you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Carefully, you reached for your phone, angling it discreetly so it captured his profile and the screen in the background. The interview was just getting to the part you’d been waiting for.

When Dani handed him the phone and Pedri finally followed Pau live on TV, Pau leaned back on the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

"About time." He grumbled. "Honestly, what’s his problem?"

And then it came, the moment you'd been waiting for.

"He doesn’t follow his teammate, but... let’s check this name here... He follows his sister!"

Your brother froze, his jaw dropping as the audience on TV erupted into laughter.

"What?" He practically shouted, whipping his head toward you. "Did you know about this?"

You shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. "I mean... he probably follows a lot of people."

"Yeah, but you?" Pau’s face was a mixture of disbelief and confusion. He doesn’t follow me, but he follows you? That’s messed up!"

You couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Pau stared at you, wide-eyed.

"Why are you laughing? What’s going on here?"

"Nothing, nothing!" You said, waving him off as you stood.

"Y/N!" He shouted after you, but you were already walking toward your room, trying to muffle your laughter.

You: He didn’t even realize why you really follow me. I think we’ll have to sit him down and tell him together. 😂

Moments later, Pedri’s reply came through.

P ❤️: That went better than I thought. Let’s tell him soon... but not too soon. 😂 Te quiero.

You smiled, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s cheeky reply. This is going to be interesting.

[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 <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.