oneshots + imagines 𝜗𝜚˚

just friends? ⤷ pedri + gavi ²

main characters:
⤷ pedri [ pedro gonzález lópez ]
⤷ gavi [ pablo martín páez gavira ]

character ship : pedri + gavi

super slight angst + fluff

TW : cut, knife, blood (while cutting food)

[ au: pedri and gavi are best friends. they have been. for years. but if they're only friends, why does gavi feel this way? ]

[ 2 : gavi's pov ]

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"What's wrong with you?" I shove him as soon as we're back in the safety of his car. He smirks, clearly having too much fun with this, and starts the car. "What? We just got free coffee and pestiños."

I massage my temples. Is he even real?

"You literally just manipulated and lied to a girl. And why does everyone keep saying this shit about us? Do we actually look like a couple? I don't think we do. Because we're not!"

Pedri rests a slight, soft hand on my arm. When I glance at his face, he's already looking at me with a warm, ever-so-slightly apologetic expression. But not too apologetic. Or else that wouldn't be right—who's Pedri without shamelessness and unavoidable sarcasm?

"Does it bother you that much?"

I meet his eyes. They're big and brown, slightly downturned at the corners. His lashes are long, and they frame his cocoa irises like an accent frame to an ethereal piece of art.

My heart feels weird.

"Well... no..." I look away and pause, trying to think of something to say that explains my point better without sounding like I hate all gay people, plus Pedri.

"Gavi. If it bothers you, I'll walk back in there right now, pay for our food, and correct her. I'll say I was just messing around. And we don't have to come back here again." He speaks sincerely and doesn't hesitate. I bite my bottom lip as my heart rate picks up. "No, it isn't- I mean, it doesn't bother me, but-" I falter, partially at a loss for words and partially wondering why I'm stressing so much about communicating that I'm not bothered by being seen as a couple with Pedri.

"It's okay if it does," he says gently. "I know Lamine likes to make jokes about it, but if it's getting to you, I can tell him to st-"

"No," I say, a bit louder and more rushed than I intended to. "It doesn't bother me like that. Lamine is... yeah, he's annoying, but it's funny."

Pedri quirks an eyebrow. "So you're lowkey losing it over being seen as a couple, but it's cool if it's Lamine, 'cause he's funny."

"I'm not losing it. Whatever that entails."

He lifts his eyebrow even higher.

"Okay, well-" I fumble for words. Fuck. "I don't think that being gay is bad, I know it's not, and I know-"

"Wait. If you're implying that you're okay with being seen as gay but I'm too ugly for your world-class standards-"

I groan. "Pedri, shut the fuck up."

"Okay, just wanted to get that out of the way, continue."

"Like, this probably looks gay right now. Imagine if someone were recording us right now? In your car, on a little coffee date, parked and in deep discussion."

"That was a date to you? Shit, you haven't experienc-"

"No!" I shove him, easing up a little as he laughs. "I'm just saying! How else can this look on camera?"