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potraits with the cup
Gold Medal | Barca Boys
Summary: The moments after the World Cup Win 🏅
Warnings: Cursing.
Pairing: Pedri, Ferran, Eric, Gavi, Pau and Lamine.
A/N: Hello, darlings! I'm back after my long hiatus. Our boys won the World Cup, I am really proud and I want to celebrate with a Barca Boys World Cup Edition!
Pedri
"Look at you" you say, looking at him in the field.
You walk into the field his parents, his childhood friends and family towards him. You are wearing a 'Team Friends & Families' vest.
You let his parents, his brother and family congratulate him. Letting them enjoy his moment first, you look around at the stadium to see what he sees from his point of view.
"Hey," he says, finally getting close. "I'm shaking." He giggles.
You let a pout out, trying not to cry as you wrap your arms around him. "Eres campeón del mundo, pepi." You whisper into his skin, not caring about the sweat. (You are a world champion, pepi)
He hugs you tightly, letting a big content sigh. He is definitely shaking with exciment, he is still not quite sure it really happened.
"Mira, they gave me another medal." He separates, grabbing his medal with his hands. "It's cute, isn't it?" He pucker his lips and nods.
"Muy guapa," you nod. Touching the medal carefully, looking up at him again. You can't help but let a giggle out.
"I told you." You whisper. "Last night you asked me what I thought was happening, and I said it. You will be a world champion, Pedri."
He nods, grabbing your face and kissing your lips. You wrap your arms around his back, letting a small smile while into the kiss.
"It's unreal." He whispers, forehead against yours. "I really am a world champion." He smiles.
"Venga chavales, let's take some pictures!" Fernando says, patting Pedri's back, hugging the two of you.
"Vaya manera de cagar el momento, eh." Pedri chuckles. "Let's go, guapa. You have to touch the cup." He nods, grabbing your hand as you walk towards the player who has the cup right now. "It feels amazing!" (What a way to ruin the moment)
Eric
"Mister World Champion." You say to him, giving him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. "Are you okay? I saw what happened, is your neck okay?"
You frown a little, checking him to make sure he is fine. He scuffs, passing an arm behind your neck. He pulls you into him, smashing his lips onto his.
"It doesn't matter, this matters." He smiles, the gold medal on his neck burning into your skin. "Ganamos!" He whispers. "I'm in cloud nine."
You let a giggle out, nodding and kissing his cheek. It really doesn't matter what happened after winning. It matters now, you, him, the feeling.
"Can you believe it?" He asks, separating and looking around. His parents taking a picture with the cup. "I am a world champion." He nods.
"World champion, baby!" You smile, touching the medal.
"Your boyfriend is a world champion." He giggles.
You let a laugh out, seeing him happy makes you extra happy.
"Yeah, I can't wait to say that everywhere. 'Hey, y/n! You have a boyfriend, right? Who is him?'." You fake a different voice.
He looks at you smiling, laughing at that sentence. His shiny eyes looking like dazzling stars.
"Oh, yes. His name is Eric'." You nod. "Eric Garcia. You know, footballer, fcbarca, National Team and recently'." You pause, smiling at him. "World champ'." You nod.
"Joder, I love the sound of that." He giggles, grabbing your cheeks and kissing you.
Ferran
"Amore," you say as you hug him. "You did it, Ferran! You have Spain the world cup." You smile at him.
"I'm dreaming." He says, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. "Venga, pitch me. There's no way."
You nod, grabbing his hands. "Oh, boy. There is a way, there was a way and you took it. It's yours baby, the cup is home thanks to you." Kissing his hands.
He nods, smiling at you. The way he looks around, his other teammates with their families. He make that happen with all of them.
"We did it." He says. "I'm passing out, I promise." He laughs, giving you a hug and kissing your lips.
"Yeah, you wouldn't even if you were." You smile, teasing him.
You take some pictures with him, help Arantxa take pictures with him. Take the family pictures and some solo pictures for your personal collection.
While you are walking out of the field, he pauses, looking at you with a mischievous smile.
"What?" You say, letting a fake tired sigh out.
"You own me a car!" He nods.
"I- what?" You open your eyes wide. "When? Why? How?" You scuff at the craziness of the sentence.
"When I won the euros you told me, 'Ferran, when you win the World Cup. I'll buy you a car'." He nods.
You shake your head, walking and pulling him. "Sure, tomorrow. I'll buy you two!" You chuckle.
"Yay" he giggles, tightening the wrip on your hand.
Gavi
"Pablo!" You say, lifting your hand.
He looks over, moving away from Javi and Aurora. You grab your camera out of your clear bag.
"Quieto!" You say, pointing the camera at him and snapping a picture. "Come here, baby. You won!" Opening your arms and hurrying next to him.
"Los viste? The goal? Joder, I'm still dreaming." He says, a little out of breath. "I don't even care about the stupid fight with Paredes." He scuffs.
You let out a tiny giggle, he is too happy to even remember that. You nod, pecking his lips, he smiles, doing a happy little dance there in your arms.
"Look at the trophy, it's so heavy. It's golden." He separates, grabbing your hand and taking you to the group.
You went to the bathroom before walking into the field to see him. That gave his family the opportunity to be the first ones to hug him and congratulate him.
"Look, so pretty." He lifts his eyebrows, the big smile he has is cute to see.
You take the camera again. "I need to take a picture of this." You get the digital camera to focus on his with the cup.
He poses, first one smiling, then him kissing it. Even his dad joined and you took a picture of them.
He then looks at you, you check the pictures before looking back on. He nods, looking around and then back at you.
"Besala," he whispers, getting the cup closer. "It's amazing, amor." He smiles.
You don't hesitate, giving the cup a kiss. You place your free hand on the side of the cup. Your fingers touching his, your look at him while doing it.
"How does it feel?" He asks in a soft voice.
"Like my boyfriend is a World Cup winner" you smile.
Pau
"Pau!" You say, smashing yourself against his chest. "FIFA Young Player." Your mouth opens in a big surprise expression.
"Si!" He nods happily. "Look, my trophy." He shows you the trophy he got just moments before.
"Ay, bebé. This is so amazing." You smile, giving him a big hug. "I am so proud of you, congratulations."
The way his shoulders fall, that adrenaline washing down little by little. The hug helps him feel grounded, it's after this hug and his family's hug that he can really say.
'I did it!'
"I'm really happy." He smiles, his eyes glossy from excitement.
"You should be, nobody can tell you anything! You won, you played amazing and you are a world champion!" You grab his cheeks. Looking at him directly. "Now, let's see that cup. I heard it's amazing!"
He nods, grabbing your hands. He walks over to his family, his sister is taking a selfie with the cup.
"Mirala!" He says, his sister turns and smile. "I work hard so she can take that selfie, so you better look good!" He teases, smiling.
Lamine
"Y qué fue?" He sings, singing the Don Miguelo song. "No hiciste na!" He jumps, grabbing your hands and making you jump. "Con tanta chapa, pa hacerle ran-quincán-quincán."
You jump, laughing at his exciment, even his little brother joined and jumps with the two of you.
You let one of his hands go, grabbing the hand of his baby brother as the three of you jump. His mom on the side filming.
"Keyne, sing it." Lamine says, making his brother go crazy.
After a good part of the song, you all calm down. Laughing at the craziness of the scene. You wrap your arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"This feels so crazy, my head is spinning. Am I dreaming? Be honest! Is this a dream?" He rambles, heart pounding at the happiness.
"Noup." You shake your head. "You really did it, Lami. You are a world champion, the world champion." Nodding.
He pauses and looks at you. Really looking at you, his head finally pausing for a few seconds and wrapping the moment.
"Joder, I could do this again, and again, and again." He nods.
"Well, let's see in four years." You giggle. "But for now, enjoy. You did it!" You smile, pressing your lips to his in a peck.
"World champion, yeah!" He yells, making Keyne yell too.
fuck argentina for real. after the match, they go after our boys and assault eric and gavi 🤬
tinder pt. 2
pairing: barca boys x reader
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 ! i also couldn't fit everyone so the last 5 guys are here and the first 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
lamine yamal
lamine was sitting on the living room floor with keyne in front of him, helping him build a tower out of blocks.
“lamine.”
“hm?”
“i saw pau on tinder the other day.”
everything stopped.
the car froze in lamine’s hand.
“...what?”
you looked up innocently.
“pau?”
“yeah.”
“cubarsí?”
“mhm.”
he blinked.
“on tinder?”
“yes.”
lamine immediately sat up.
“no.”
he shook his head.
“that’s not possible.”
“why?”
“because it’s pau.”
you smiled.
“that’s your reason?”
“yes.”
he looked genuinely serious.
“he’s with martina.”
“maybe they broke up.”
“they didn’t.”
“how do you know?”
“because they’re literally pau and martina.”
you laughed.
“that doesn’t explain anything.”
“it explains everything.”
he pointed at the phone.
“are you sure it was him? maybe it was someone else.”
“lamine.”
“no, seriously.”
he frowned.
“pau would never be on tinder.”
“why?”
“because he’s not like that.”
you laughed.
“too nice?”
“yes.”
“that man is not on tinder.”
you smiled.
“you really trust him.”
“of course.”
he picked up his phone.
“i’m texting him.”
“lamine.”
“what?”
“what are you going to say?”
“‘bro, explain.’”
you laughed.
“that’s so dramatic.”
“dramatic?”
he looked at you.
“my friend is apparently on tinder while dating martina. i need answers.”
you watched him unlock his phone.
then pause.
his eyes moved from his phone to you.
slowly.
“wait.”
you blinked.
“what?”
he narrowed his eyes.
“how did you see pau on tinder?”
you shrugged.
“what do you mean?”
“how did you see him?”
“on tinder.”
“amor.”
“yes?”
“why were you on tinder?”
you blinked.
“what?”
“how did you see pau if you weren’t on tinder?”
“maybe someone showed me.”
“who?”
“a friend.”
“what friend?”
“just a friend.”
lamine stared.
you stared back.
keyne was completely focused on his blocks.
then lamine’s eyes widened.
“wait.”
you bit your lip.
“what?”
“you’re on tinder.”
you immediately burst out laughing.
lamine just stared.
“you’re laughing.”
“because—”
you couldn’t finish.
“it’s a prank!”
his face changed.
“what?”
“i don’t have tinder.”
“you don’t?”
“no.”
“you lied?”
“yes.”
he looked at you dramatically.
“you made me think pau was on tinder?”
you laughed.
“yes.”
“and you made me almost text him?”
“yes.”
lamine put a hand over his heart.
“that’s evil.”
“sorry.”
“no, you’re not.”
“okay, i’m not.”
he narrowed his eyes.
“come here.”
you immediately knew.
“no.”
“yes.”
“lamine.”
“come here, tramposa.”
you started backing away.
“no.”
“yes.”
keyne looked up.
“what happen?”
lamine pointed at you.
“she tricked me.”
keyne gasped.
“tricked?”
“yes.”
keyne thought for a second.
then pointed at you.
“get her.”
you froze.
“keyne?”
lamine’s face lit up.
“see? he agrees.”
“he’s three!”
“he has good instincts.”
you laughed as lamine quickly moved toward you.
“lamine, no!”
“too late.”
he grabbed you and pulled you down onto the couch, immediately attacking your sides with tickles.
“lamine!”
“this is revenge.”
“stop!”
“no.”
you were laughing too hard to fight back.
lamine laughed.
“come here, keyne.”
“no teaming up!”
you said through laughter.
“too late.”
keyne joined in, gently poking your sides while lamine continued tickling you.
“you’re both evil!”
lamine grinned.
“you started it.”
“it was just a prank!”
“a bad one.”
“you believed me!”
“because i trust you!"
you laughed again.
“lamine!”
eventually, lamine let you go, pulling you close while keyne crawled into the middle of you both.
“okay.”
you caught your breath.
“okay what?”
“i forgive you.”
“that fast?”
“yes.”
“why?”
“because you’re lucky you’re cute.”
hector fort
the room was quiet.
rain tapped softly against the window while you and héctor lay tangled together under the duvet.
his head rested on your chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you lazily played with the ends of his hair.
“you're comfy.”
he smiled without looking up.
“i know.”
“you've been lying on me for twenty minutes.”
“and?”
“my arm's asleep.”
“small sacrifice.”
another minute passed in comfortable silence.
then you looked down at your phone.
“héctor.”
“si, mami?”
“i just saw pablo on tinder.”
he didn't even look up.
“what pablo?”
“gavi.”
his head lifted immediately.
“…what?”
“i saw pablo on tinder.”
he blinked.
“nah.”
he frowned.
“that's fake.”
“how do you know?”
“because it's pablo.”
you tried to keep a straight face.
“and?”
“and he's literally obsessed with ana.”
you laughed.
“obsessed?”
“yes.”
“that's a strong word.”
“it's the correct word.”
he sat up properly now.
“have you seen the way he looks at her?”
“maybe they broke up.”
“they didn't.”
“how do you know?”
“because…”
he paused.
“because they just didn't.”
“great evidence.”
“thank you.”
you smiled.
“you're very confident.”
“i am.”
he reached for his phone.
“i'm asking him.”
you looked at him.
“asking him what?”
“why he's apparently on tinder.”
“that's a little dramatic.”
“dramatic?”
he looked at you.
“my friend is supposedly on tinder while dating ana.”
he pointed at himself.
“i'm investigating.”
“investigating?”
“sí.”
you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing.
“héctor…”
“what?”
“maybe leave it.”
“no.”
he unlocked his phone.
“i'll just ask if everything's okay.”
his thumbs hovered over the screen.
then—
he stopped completely.
“wait princesa...”
you blinked innocently.
“what?”
he slowly turned to look at you.
“how did you see pablo on tinder?”
you shrugged.
“he came up.”
“came up where?”
“on tinder.”
“yes.”
“that's where i saw him.”
he narrowed his eyes.
“amor.”
“yes?”
“why were you on tinder?”
you blinked.
“what?”
“how did you see him?”
“he came up.”
“on your phone?”
“mhm.”
he stared.
you stared back.
“you have tinder.”
you shrugged dramatically.
“for what?”
“people.”
he looked genuinely confused.
“you already have people.”
“do i?”
he pointed at himself.
“hello?”
you bit the inside of your cheek.
“i'd quite like to stay your boyfriend.”
“that's nice.”
“nice?”
he frowned.
“that's all i've got?”
“maybe.”
he shook his head.
“nah.”
“what?”
“you're joking.”
“i'm not.”
“you are.”
“i'm not.”
he watched you for a few seconds.
then his eyes narrowed.
“…you're smiling.”
“am i?”
“you only smile like that when you're playing with me.”
you couldn't hold it anymore.
you burst into laughter.
héctor dropped his head back onto the pillow.
“joder…”
“i'm sorry!”
“no, you're not.”
“okay…”
you laughed again.
“no.”
he looked at you.
“it's a prank?”
“yes.”
“you don't have tinder?”
“no.”
“pablo doesn't either?”
“no.”
he let out the biggest sigh.
“i knew it.”
“did you?”
“…no.”
you grinned.
“you believed me.”
“because i trust you.”
your smile softened.
“aw.”
“don't 'aw' me.”
he suddenly lunged forward.
you squealed.
“héctor!”
“come here.”
“no!”
“yes.”
he wrapped both arms around your waist before you could escape, pulling you back against the pillows.
“this is revenge.”
“for what?”
“emotional damage.”
you laughed.
“that's dramatic.”
“i don't care.”
he immediately started tickling your sides.
“héctor!”
“yes?”
“stop!”
“no.”
you dissolved into laughter, trying to grab his wrists.
“i can't breathe!”
“good.”
“good?”
“you made me think pablo lost his mind.”
you laughed harder.
“he would've never cheated.”
“he literally worships ana.”
“héctor!”
“apologize.”
“i'm sorry!”
“say it like you mean it.”
“i'm very sorry!”
he finally stopped, but only because you were laughing too hard to fight him anymore.
instead, he wrapped you up in his arms again, burying his face against your neck.
“you're evil.”
“just a little.”
“a lot.”
you smiled and kissed the top of his head.
“you were so protective of pablo.”
he mumbled into your shoulder.
“someone had to defend his honor.”
"you're cute."
he looked up.
“i'm always cute.”
“debatable.”
he gasped.
“wow.”
“sorry.”
“you're not.”
“okay…”
you smiled.
“i'm not.”
he grinned.
“thought so.”
then he squeezed you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
he settled back down with his head on your chest again, closing his eyes.
marc bernal
the room was peaceful.
you sat at your vanity, carefully applying a coat of mascara to your lashes while marc lay across the bed behind you, one arm tucked under his head as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone.
every few seconds he'd glance up at you through the mirror.
“how much longer?”
“five minutes.”
“you said that ten minutes ago.”
“because you asked ten minutes ago.”
he sighed dramatically.
“i miss you.”
you smiled at his reflection.
“marc.”
“what?”
“i'm literally three metres away.”
“still too far.”
you laughed quietly and reached for your mascara.
“dramatic.”
“just honest.”
you smiled to yourself.
“marc.”
“hm?”
“i saw fermín on tinder the other day.”
he didn't answer.
you watched him through the mirror as he kept looking at his phone.
then—
“…what?”
“i saw fermín on tinder.”
his head shot up.
“what?”
“on tinder.”
“fermín?”
“yeah.”
he stared at you.
“nah.”
“yes.”
“no.”
“yes.”
he immediately sat up.
“berta's gonna kill him.”
you bit your lip.
“that's your first thought?”
“yes.”
he looked genuinely concerned.
“oh my god.”
“what?”
“she's actually gonna kill him.”
“marc.”
“i'm serious.”
he rubbed a hand over his face.
“he's finished.”
“maybe they broke up.”
“they didn't.”
“how do you know?”
“because…”
he frowned.
“they're always together.”
“that doesn't mean anything.”
“it does.”
“how?”
“because it's them.”
he shook his head.
“no chance.”
“you're very confident.”
“i am.”
he reached for his phone.
“i'm calling him.”
you laughed.
“calling him?”
“yes.”
“why?”
“to ask him what he's doing.”
“don't you think that's a bit dramatic?”
“dramatic?”
he looked at you.
“if my friend is about to get murdered by his girlfriend, i think i should warn him.”
you laughed.
“warn him?”
“yeah.”
“about what?”
“that berta's gonna find him before i do.”
you shook your head, trying not to smile.
marc unlocked his phone.
his thumb hovered over fermín's contact.
then—
he frowned.
“…wait.”
“what?”
he slowly looked up at your reflection in the mirror.
“how did you see fermín?”
“what do you mean?”
“on tinder.”
“he came up.”
“on your phone?”
“yeah.”
there was silence.
marc blinked.
once.
twice.
“…amor.”
“hm?”
“why were you on tinder?”
you shrugged.
“just looking.”
“looking?”
“mhm.”
“for what?”
“people.”
he frowned.
“what people?”
“people.”
he sat there for a second.
still staring at you through the mirror.
“you downloaded tinder?”
“maybe.”
“maybe?”
“maybe.”
he scratched the back of his neck.
“i'm confused.”
“why?”
“because…”
he looked down at his phone.
then back at you.
“i thought we were good.”
you had to look away.
he sounded so sincere.
“we are.”
“then why would you need tinder?”
you bit your lip.
he immediately noticed.
“…you're smiling.”
“no, i'm not.”
“yes, you are.”
“am i?”
he narrowed his eyes.
“you're taking the piss.”
you couldn't hold it anymore.
you burst into laughter.
marc dropped his phone onto the bed.
“i knew it.”
he laughed, rubbing both hands over his face.
“madre mía.”
“it's a prank!”
you turned around in your chair, still laughing.
“you were actually worried.”
“of course i was.”
“about me?”
he looked at you like you'd asked the dumbest question ever.
“yeah?”
“really?”
“i was trying to figure out why my girlfriend suddenly needed tinder.”
your smile softened.
he climbed off the bed and wandered over until he was standing behind your chair.
his hands rested lightly on your shoulders.
"i hope berta never sees him on tinder."
you laughed.
“that's what you're stuck on?”
“yes.”
“why?”
he smiled.
“because i genuinely think berta would appear out of nowhere.”
you laughed harder.
“poor fermín.”
“poor berta.”
“why berta?”
“because imagine opening your phone and seeing your boyfriend on tinder.”
he shook his head.
“nah.”
“he wouldn't survive that conversation.”
you grinned.
“you're so dramatic.”
“i'm realistic.”
you reached back and took one of his hands.
“you're lucky it was a prank.”
he smiled.
“he's lucky too.”
“fermín?”
“yeah.”
“because otherwise…”
he laughed.
“…i would've killed him before berta did.”
fermin lopez
the apartment was unusually quiet.
you were curled up on the sofa, half watching a film while fermín was stretched out beside you, one arm around your waist and the other lazily tracing shapes against your leg. every few minutes he'd glance away from the tv just to look at you.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“you keep staring.”
“because you're pretty.”
you smiled.
“that's smooth.”
“i know.”
“did that work on me?”
he grinned.
“apparently.”
you laughed, shaking your head.
“fermín.”
“hm?”
“i just saw pablo on tinder.”
he smiled.
“good one.”
“i'm serious.”
he looked at you.
“…what?”
“pablo.”
“gavi?”
“yeah.”
“no way.”
“why not?”
“because…”
he frowned.
“ana.”
“what about her?”
“he's with ana.”
“maybe they broke up.”
fermín's face actually fell.
“don't say that.”
“why?”
he looked genuinely sad.
“because…”
he sighed.
“we literally went to dinner with them last week.”
“okay.”
“and we're supposed to go again next weekend.”
you nodded.
“that's true.”
“if they broke up…”
he looked down at the blanket.
“…that'd be sad.”
“for pablo?”
“for both of them.”
he shrugged.
“i like them together.”
“you do?”
“yeah.”
he smiled a little.
“they're cute.”
“aw.”
“and…”
he scratched the back of his neck.
“our double dates are fun.”
you laughed.
“that's what you're worried about?”
“a little.”
“fermín.”
“what?”
“really?”
“what?”
he looked completely serious.
“who are we going to bully if they break up?”
you burst out laughing.
“that's your concern?”
“well…”
he smiled.
“mostly because i'd miss seeing them.”
you smiled.
“so you don't think he's on tinder?”
“absolutely not.”
“why?”
“have you seen the way he looks at ana?”
he pointed dramatically.
“that man is in love.”
“that's dramatic.”
“it's true.”
he reached for his phone.
“i'm texting him.”
“fermín.”
“what?”
“don't.”
“why?”
“because it's not your business.”
“if they broke up, it kind of is.”
“how?”
“because he's my best friend.”
he unlocked his phone.
“and because now i'm worried.”
his thumbs hovered over the screen.
then—
he froze.
“…wait.”
you blinked innocently.
“what?”
he slowly turned to you.
“how did you see pablo?”
“on tinder.”
“on whose phone?”
“…mine.”
there was silence.
fermín blinked.
then he slowly lowered his phone.
“…amor.”
“yes?”
“why do you have tinder?”
you shrugged.
“i was curious.”
“curious?”
“mhm.”
“about what?”
“people.”
he stared at you for a few seconds.
trying to make sense of it.
“you downloaded tinder?”
“maybe.”
he looked genuinely confused.
“…did we miss a conversation?”
you had to bite the inside of your cheek.
“what conversation?”
“the one where we broke up?”
you looked away before you laughed.
he caught it immediately.
“…you're smiling.”
“no.”
“yes, you are.”
“am i?”
he narrowed his eyes.
then suddenly—
“…you're joking.”
you burst into laughter.
fermín dropped back onto the sofa dramatically.
“ay dios mio.”
“it's a prank!”
he covered his face with both hands.
“i was actually sad.”
you laughed harder.
“you were?”
“yes!”
he looked at you.
“i thought pablo and ana had broken up.”
“aw.”
“don't 'aw' me.”
“you were thinking about the double dates.”
“it would've been weird without them.”
your smile softened.
“don't worry.”
“they're still together?”
“they're still together.”
“good.”
he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
“and you don't have tinder?”
“no.”
“good.”
“you were worried?”
he looked at you.
“of course i was.”
“why?”
“because i love you.”
he said it so casually that it almost caught you off guard.
“and because…”
he smiled.
“…i quite like being your only boyfriend.”
you laughed.
“that's fair.”
“very fair.”
he reached over and pulled you into his lap.
“you're mean.”
“just a little.”
“no.”
he smiled into your hair.
“a lot.”
“sorry.”
“no, you're not.”
“okay…”
you grinned.
“no.”
he laughed and kissed your forehead.
“one day i'm getting revenge.”
“sure you are.”
“i mean it.”
“okay.”
“stop smiling.”
“make me.”
he narrowed his eyes.
then immediately attacked your face with kisses instead.
“fermín!”
“what?”
“that's cheating.”
“i know.”
another kiss.
“fermín.”
kiss.
“fermín!”
“yes, amor?”
you laughed, giving up completely.
he smiled.
“that's better.”
eric garcia
the two of you were sprawled across the sofa after dinner.
eric was half lying against your shoulder, scrolling through his phone while one of your legs rested over his.
the tv was on but neither of you were actually watching it.
“eric.”
“hm?”
“i just saw ferran on tinder.”
he looked up.
“ferran?”
“yeah.”
“on tinder?”
“mhm.”
he frowned.
“since when?”
you shrugged.
“don't know.”
“he didn't tell me.”
you smiled.
“why are you offended?” you laughed.
“i'm not offended.”
“a little.”
“just…”
he frowned.
“that's weird.”
“why?”
“because i talk to him all the time.”
“okay.”
“you'd think he'd mention it.”
“maybe he forgot.”
“forgot?”
he thought about it for a second.
“good for him, though.”
“really?”
“yeah.”
he shrugged.
“he's single.”
“that's true.”
he nodded.
“hope he finds someone.”
you smiled.
“that's sweet.”
“i have my moments.”
he went back to his phone.
about ten seconds passed.
then—
“…wait.”
you looked at him.
“what?”
he slowly lowered his phone.
“how did you see ferran?”
“what do you mean?”
“on tinder.”
“he came up.”
“yeah…”
he frowned.
“…on whose phone?”
“mine.”
silence.
eric blinked.
“…your phone?”
“mhm.”
he looked at you for a long moment.
“amor.”
“yes?”
“why do you have tinder?”
you shrugged.
“just looking.”
“looking?”
“mhm.”
“for what?”
“people.”
he stared.
“you already have people.”
“do i?”
he pointed at himself.
“yeah.”
you bit your lip.
“maybe.”
“…you're smiling.”
“no.”
“yes, you are.”
“am i?”
he narrowed his eyes.
“you're joking.”
you burst into laughter.
he stared for a second before letting out a quiet groan.
“madre mía.”
“it's a prank!”
he dropped his head against the back of the sofa.
“i actually believed you.”
you smiled before leaning in to kiss him.
he turned his head at the last second.
your lips landed on his cheek instead.
you blinked.
“eric?”
he folded his arms.
“hm?”
“did you just dodge my kiss?”
“maybe.”
you laughed.
“seriously?”
he nodded once.
“maybe you should go kiss your tinder boyfriend.”
you stared at him.
“…my what?”
“your tinder boyfriend.”
"who?"
"ferran."
you couldn't stop yourself laughing.
“eric.”
“what?”
“you're jealous.”
“i'm not jealous.”
“you absolutely are.”
“i'm making a very reasonable suggestion.”
“oh, are you?”
“yeah.”
he looked away dramatically.
“go on.”
“go find ferran.”
“eric.”
“i'm sure he's waiting.”
you laughed so hard you had to grab his arm.
“you're ridiculous.”
“am i?”
“yes.”
“then why are you laughing?”
“because you're sulking.”
“i'm not sulking.”
“you're pouting.”
“i'm reflecting.”
“on what?”
“betrayal.”
you gently took his face in your hands and turned him back towards you.
“look at me.”
“don't want to.”
“eric.”
he tried very hard not to smile.
failed.
“what?”
“there is no tinder.”
“i know.”
“there is no ferran.”
“i know.”
“there is only you.”
he looked at you for another second.
“…okay.”
“okay?”
“okay.”
you smiled.
“can i kiss you now?”
he pretended to think about it.
“hmm…”
“eric.”
“fine.”
the second you kissed him, he smiled into it.
when you pulled away, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you straight back against him.
he kissed your forehead.
“you're my girlfriend.”
“i am.”
“exactly.”
“i still think you were jealous.”
he smiled to himself.
“…maybe a little.”
“i knew it.”
“don't tell ferran.”
“too late.”
“traitor.”
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Got bored and made this:
Heyyy, i love your stuff but i need a fic about ferran 😩
You know that party they did for winning la liga? That everyone show up with their girlfriends and all of that. Could you do like y/n and ferran’s perspective? She never met his teammates because they wanted to keep things private and when they arrive to the party everyone starts talking about them. The first thing that Ferran does is introducing her to everyone and formalizes their relationship. She gets along with the other girls (like f1 wags 😌) and they have a good time at the celebration. You could add a little bit of spice if you want hahahah, it’s always welcomed.
Add all you want to and I hope you like the request, thanks!! ❤️
A/N: idk why but this took me longer than intended. I generally take longer for writing momentarily, and I hate it. Ik the first pic is Ferran's sister but I needed a pic of him with long hair 😭 I also named the reader Liv, hope you're okay with it I just hate writing y/n sorry guys 🤧 Nvrmd I hope you enjoy it. Finally a ferri story 💕
Guys it's WorldCup !!!
Summary: Ferran want’s to make his and Liv’s relationship public, and what better occasion than the teams trophy dinner.
Fluff, light Angst, Smutt
Word count: 2928
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Welcome to my world
Liv sat trembling in the passenger seat of Ferran’s Audi. The soft hum of the engine mixing with low volume of their shared playlist. Her hands firmly pressed together in her lap. Ferran’s hand smoothing circles on her thigh not helping her nerves settle down.
It was the first time meeting his teammates, Ferran made sure to keep their relationship private, involving her seats not being in family stand with all the other wags. For two years they managed to keep it lowkey. Liv was able to avoid last years trophy celebration due to Ferran’s appendix removal, celebrating together in his hospital bed and vanishing just as fast as Pedri, Dani, Iñigo and Eric dropped by. This year though, Ferran was as healthy as possible, begging her to accompany him, making their relationship official.
His main argument being Pedri and Pau, both having their girlfriends on the pitch after el clasicó and bringing them to the gala as well. The whole locker room and media aware of the girl next to Pedri, and Pau finally having enough courage to invite his girl as well. Ferran wants to show Liv off just as much, he wants people to appreciate their relationship, wants them to publish edits of both of them, wants to find posts from fans adoring Liv the way he does. But he’s aware of the efficacy social media holds. That’s why he’s been so mindful about their appearance.
“Cálmate,” Ferran tried to smooth her mood, voice low carrying an edge of consolation. It helped her anxiety settle down, at least for a bit. Just until the car jostled to an halt. Realisation hit in. She was about to meet not only Ferran’s teammates, but some of the best footballers on planet earth, including their girlfriends. Some of them since teenage years, thousands of followers, companion them for years.
It was all new. Like a whole new world striking down on her. The red carpet from the venue shining into view from the tinted window. The Valancian didn’t open the door abruptly, instead he turned to her and took both of her hands into his. Their eyes locked, hers were locked with nerves trembling inside her while his, totally calm, reassuring, comforting. “No need to dread, vale? Everything’ll be alright,” she tried to nod but knew trying to convince him wouldn’t work, he knew her too well. “They’ll love you,” he caressed her knuckles.
“You don’t know that,” her voice small, body language hunching. The other trailing his hand up cupping her cheek. “I know them, and I know most of their partners. They’re the sweetest, okay? You’ll fit perfectly in, believe me,”
“Okay. Te amo,” Liv reached over the centre console leaving a smoothing peck on Ferran’s lips. “Te amo más. Now come on,” he reached over this time, kissing the crown of her hair before getting out, around the car, opening her door offering a supportive hand.
Even though she was perfectly dressed in an elegant black dress and a small purse, the perfect addition to Ferran’s all black outfit, she felt out of place and that not only about clothing. Gliding her hands down the dress trying to smooth it and her nerves she took a last glance at the car before slipping her hand into Ferran’s and stepping forward.
Liv had never been on a red carpet or generally an event carpet before, unlike Ferran. Each step forward nearer the photo wall displayed with the laliga and supercopa trophy. On each side of the carpet trees Liv seemed way to interested in.
Not only the carpet, a one way route into hell, made her nerves ring bells but she definitely didn’t miss the fact how quite it got as soon as Ferran stepped into view with someone beside him. The older himself also noticing the way his teammates weren’t as investigated in their conversations anymore.
Looking around one could notice everyone’s eyes had already landed on them. Cameras pointed out, flashing. Liv’s head is in the car again, not composed but shaken. Ferran’s gip on her hand tightens, a silent reminder.
In. Out. In. Out. Long breaths before she held her head high again. Fake it till you make it. She did. Act like it doesn’t bother you, the looks, cameras, flashes, the carpet. The Valencian noticed her change of demeanour. Another smirk on his face.
Reaching the end of the carpet they were met with the presence of Pedri and Alejandra. Liv doesn’t know any of them personally. But she’s aware of the kindness they hold. Ferran story’s always finding a way of involving Pedri, so his girlfriend must be as great.
Ferran and Pedri give eachother a brotherly hug after clapping hands. Her presence first awkward in the time Ferran greats Pedri and Alejadra.
“And who might this one be?” the Canarian questioned in an amused tone, as if not believing Ferran was able to get himself a girlfriend.
“Eh... I’m Liv,” no idea how her throat was able to form words. Adrenaline maybe? At least that was the sudden reason for her confidence. Or Pedri’s presence carrying comfort. The midfielder and his girlfriend looking at her pausing, like a piece of the puzzle was missing. “This one’s girlfriend,” she added poking Ferran’s side. As if they hadn’t thought about it yet, both eyes widened. “No way! Madre mía tío, you did it man. Congrats,” Pedri patted Ferran’s chest. “Thought you’d die single,” the younger couldn’t hold back the remark.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Alejandra exclaimed while forging ahead and leaving kisses on both sides of her cheeks. “You too,” Liv smiled genuinely, surely the first time this night. Pedri remembering the reason for teasing Ferran, reaching forward and greeting her as well. “Hope old man treats you well.”
“He does,” she looks up at him, Ferran already looking down at her. “He does,” another smile plastering on her face. “Let’s take photos eh?” The older’s hand around her waist gesturing to the photo wand with both trophies displayed on each side.
A last glance at Pedri and Alejadra and she was standing on Ferran’s left, in-between both trophies, her boyfriend played a huge part in winning. Even more camera flashes were clicking. An overwhelming action, but Ferri's hand on her waist, tracing smoothing circles with his thumb, a reminder to relax.
And he was right, the photos and teammates weren’t as bad as she had expected. Rather the other way around, they were teasing Ferran but welcomed her with open arms and kisses. Pablo’s Ana already adding her on Instagram while Berta added her into the “hottest Wag’s 🔥” group chat.
All the attention on her was spiralling, a bit overwhelming, though she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Everyone behaved just the way Ferran always told her stories about. Lamine complaining on the music, claiming he’d be the better DJ. While Kounde still has the most extravagant style, even though he restrained himself this time. Frenkie and Mikky being the sweetest. Raphinha and his wife congratulating Ferran while little Gael hugged Liv’s leg. Pau and his girlfriend the perfect addition for eachother, both shy and withdrawn, but loud in their own way. Eric almost tackled Ferran after he told him they had been together for two years already. The Catalan feeling betrayed beyond words. “We’ve know each other sooo long. Survived cold grey days and rainy Manchester weather together before getting tortured in Spanish heat and you didn’t think of telling me hermano? I’m wounded really,” Eric remarked adding a hand to his heart with a pout on his face. Laughing despite Ferran’s conflicted face Liv hugged the Catalan extra hard while he still held the “You betrayed me” face in direction of Ferran.
Everyone went back to their own conversations, not caring on commenting on Liv’s appearance next fo Ferran anymore. Relief flooded through her after they’ve greeted everyone. The experience of everyone near to Ferran almost everyday gave her comfort, knowing how happy they were together, supporting eachother through everything.
“See, wasn’t that bad right?" he asked into her ear, both hands on each side of her waist, hers’ finding hold onto his shoulders. “Actually not. They’re really nice. I’m glad you’re part of such environment,” she stretched to her tip toes planting a kiss in his lips. His catching hers, kissing back like not planning on letting go. “Te amo,” he breathed against her mouth, “Te amo más.”
“Not possible,” he countered, catching her lips into another kiss.
“Get a room,” lamine basically screamed into their direction while walking past. “Look who’s talking,” the Valancian basically screamed back, while Liv hid her head in Ferran’s chest suppressing a laugh . “Making out Infront of you teammates was not on my bingo list,” she admitted before looking back up at him. “Making out? Bébé, that was nothing near making out,” he raised a brow. “Cállate,” she whispered, voice muffled by his chest again.
“You wanna go home and show what making out really means? Yeah of course let’s go,” the older laughed while her fist playfully punched him. “I hate you,” she had to suppress a laugh again. “No. No you don’t,” he leaned down kissing her hair. “No I don’t,” hands coming up behind his back, hugging him while her face is pressed against his neck.
“Still want to go home?” Liv asked him lightly, her tone carrying something he wasn’t able to classify yet. “Of course if you want to,” Ferran’s hands squeezing her waist lightly. “Mhmm,” she looked up at him with something Ferran was only able to describe as lust.
The heavy oak door closed behind them with a dull, final click, and the raucous energy of the night was instantly cut off. Instead of the deep bass and lively laughter, the heavy, soothing silence of their living room now reigned, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator in the distance. Liv let her shoulders drop, a movement that allowed the tension of the entire evening to slip from her like a heavy coat. She leaned sideways against Ferran, her weight trustingly anchored into him, letting him carry some of her burden. The high heels of her shoes caused a sharp pain in the soles of her feet, a small price to pay for the glamorous appearance, but now that they were home, she longed for nothing more than the soft bed and his closeness.
Ferran could sense her exhaustion through the thin fabric of her clothes. He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, his warm, broad palm resting against her side, and pulled her closer as they walked down the hallway. His stride was calm, steady, a firm anchor in her weary world. He tilted his head down slightly toward her, his breath brushing her temple, warm and faintly scented with perfume and a hint of whatever he drank at the funktion.
“You were incredible tonight,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky, the vibrations of it felt directly in her chest. He pressed a gentle, long kiss to her temple, where the skin was soft and sensitive. “Everyone was talking about how kind you were. And how we are the perfect match“
A small, sincere smile played on Liv’s lips. She felt a warm wave of contentment surge through her veins, driving away the night’s chill. She nestled her face against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, a blend of his own musk and the lingering scent of the evening, and let her hand wander over his back, as if to make sure he was really there.
The bedroom welcomed them with dimmed lights, the bedside lamps cast long, soft shadows on the walls. When they reached the bed, Ferran turned to her. His eyes, which had seemed dark and mysterious in the hallway light, now appeared even deeper, shimmering with an intensity that made her breath catch briefly. He laid her gently on the mattress, the springs creaked softly under her weight. He paused for a moment, letting his gaze wander over her, a silent appreciation that was hotter than any touch.
Then he leaned over her, his fingers finding the first button of her dress. The movement was deliberately slow, almost hesitant, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. Liv felt the fabric loosen, the cool air touching her skin as Ferran undid the fastening. She mimicked his movements, her own fingers, trembling slightly with anticipation, working their way along the buttons of his shirt. One button after another revealed his chest, the firm contours of his chest, the play of muscles beneath the skin that she so longed to see and touch.
When her clothes finally landed on the floor in a soft, colorful heap, Ferran joined her on the bed. The warmth of his body radiated intensely toward her, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. He lowered his head, his lips finding hers, and the kiss was anything but gentle. It was a deep, passionate exploration, a merging that erased the rest of the world for a moment. Liv moaned softly into his mouth, a sound that came deep from her throat, while her hands wandered over his broad shoulders, down the path to his back, where she felt the firm musculature beneath her fingers, before throwing his pants and boxer on the floor next to her dress. His skin was smooth and hot, a living fire beneath her palms.
Ferran’s hands slowly slid down her body, tracing the curves of her hips, and gently pulled her closer to him. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found where they belonged. Liv’s breath caught as he entered her, a familiar fullness and tightness that sent a shiver down her spine. It was a feeling of completeness that surprised her anew each time. He moved slowly at first, savoring every movement, as if he were stretching out the moment to fully grasp their connection. Their breaths mingled, becoming a single rhythm, while their kisses grew deeper and more urgent.
Liv wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her heels gently into his lower back to pull him closer, a silent plea that the older understood immediately. He responded, increasing the pace, his movements becoming more urgent, with a force that made her breath come in gasps. The headboard bumped rhythmically and gently against the wall, a soft, accompanying sound to their passion that set the beat of their union. Liv’s fingernails dug lightly into his back, an instinctive grip as she neared the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Ferran,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, barely more than a breath. He smiled against her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin where her pulse was racing wildly. One after another thrust bringing her and himself closer each time. He whispered words of encouragement into her ear, deep, rough sounds that nearly drove her mad and built the tension in her body to the breaking point.
As her climax reached her, her body trembled, a wave of pure ecstasy that completely engulfed her. Ferran followed her shortly after, his release intense and all encompassing, an expression of his entire passion. They lay there entangled, breathless and sated, as the aftereffects of their passion washed over them like a gentle tide. The air in the room seemed heavier, charged with the scent of sex and skin.
Ferran pulled her into his arms, cradling her gently against his chest, and Liv nestled close to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She could hear his heart beating wildly and strongly in his chest, and slowly it settled into a steady rhythm.
“Te amo,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her like a protective blanket.
Liv smiled, her eyelids growing heavy, and she savored the warmth of his closeness, the feeling of absolute safety. “Yo también,” she replied, her voice sleepy and content.
So they lay there, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, where both felt a deep calm, the knowledge that this was exactly where she wanted to be, in Ferran’s arms, safe and loved. Slowly her eyelids grew heavier, and she drifted off to sleep, still entwined, the perfect ending to a perfect evening.
All worries about how her first official appearance might turn out, long forgotten.
@ferrantorres posted
@ferrantorres te amo, mi vida. Cada día más❤️
@livrram Mi corazón 😘
@pedri proud of you hermano
@ericgm3 traitor
@ferrantorres replied cállate
@fcbarcelona ⚽💕
@ferrifan now way he had a girlfriend all the time
@ferri7 omg so cute
@livram posted
@livram mi vida ❤️
@ferrantorres te amo ❤️
@ericgm3 replied groooooss
@livram replied 🖕
@anapelayo cuties 🥰
@fcbarcelona new addition to the team 💕
@ferrifan SOOOO jelous rn
@ferransbiggestfan she's so pretty 😍
