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basically just ferran being shy when they mention βoh ferran oh ferranβ yeah thatβs it but make it beachy.
youβre enjoying the sun and the crashing of waves on deck of the yatch your boyfriend, scored winning goal and a world cup champion, ferran had rented for the couple weeks of vacation he had, you two deciding on ibiza for some time of rest and relaxation before he had to return to a life full of training, diet and way too much time away from you, for your liking.
superestrella by aitana blasting in the background, the way it had been for the past, what was it? three days now?
when you feel a hand on your ass interrupting the meditation you had going. closing your book and lowering the sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to look at him, with a raised eyebrow when you notice his expression. βwhatβs going on?β
βthey are never going to let it goβ he groans burying his face in the back of your neck, you snort rolling to lay on your back so you could see him better and he decides to take it as an opportunity to rest on top of you full weight.
βoooh ferran?β you ask, with a smirk you canβt quite contain, which, receives a scowl from him when he notices. youβve been having so much fun ever since the sound went viral and the endless teasing on his teammates part started.
βi see.β playing with the strands of his hair, you think of how girls started thirsting over your boyfriend: with edits on tiktok (which, by the way, you never fail to share with him) and the increase of followers on instagram. you were happy people were finally noticing what youβve always known: the amazing person and talent that this man had.
how humble. and kind. and caring. and oh so devoted he was: to family, to his team, friends. and especially to you. being able to experience all of him first hand, it still blows your mind the extraordinary human being ferran torres is.
βwhat are you thinking?β youβre pulled out of your daydreaming by his voice against your ribcage.
βhow lucky i am, to be with someone like you. and how much i love you.β
βoh godβ he sounds almost pained, youβre about to speak again when his mouth is capturing yours in a slow intimate kiss that makes your brain short circuit.
you quickly melt into the kiss, pulling him closer as his hand travels down your body kneading the flash on the back of your thigh, making you tighten your legs around his waist succumbing to his kisses. mouth going slack when you feel his tongue licking into your mouth, your hand dangerously close to pulling down the front of his shorts.
βoh ferran oh ferranβ you hear behind you in a over excessively sexual and high pitched tone to belong to marcos llorente, making you separate.
pulling down your glasses to at least cover your eyes and hold to the last bit of dignity youβve got left while ferranβs head drops to chest exasperated βiβm never hearing the end of thisβ he complains in a whiny voice.
βthatβs on you for being too hot.β you pat his shoulder sympathetically, pressing one last kiss to the top of his head.
safe to say that he spent hours on that deck trying to avoid any of his friends and get bullied.
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 campeΓ³n 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.
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.
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.
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i like to think he... reaches back for your hand when you've fallen behind him whilst walking somewhere.
i like to think he... twists your hair around his finger without realizing. it's just something he does whenever you're cuddling or standing chest to chest with him.
i like to think he... always (eventually) walks on the outside of the pavement, nearest the road. you used to joke about how 'it's the right thing to do' with your girlfriend when he didn't understand why you'd always move to the inside early in the relationship but now he always does it without realizing.
i like to think he... mimics what you do. whether it's copying your laugh intentionally or subconsciously mirroring your actions a few seconds later. you lean your hip against the counter mid conversation? so does he.
i like to think he... definitely likes to have his hand on your thigh or your hands interlinked and he presses kisses to yours every so often while driving.
i like to think he... always gives you the window seat on the train because you love looking out the window.
i like to think he... rolls his eyes (lovingly) when you want to take a picture of him but gives in anyway, begrudgingly posing how you tell him to.
i like to think he... perks up and smiles when someone asks him about you or brings you up in a conversation.
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