#Paulo Dybala fanfiction

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Winter: Snowball Fights

player: paulo dybala words: 965 request: paulo dybala - You - 500 – 900 - The two of you just moved into your new house and one morning he wakes you up super excited because it snowed last night and your whole backyard is filled with snow so he practically drags you out of bed to go outside with him and build a snowman After you put on some warm clothes you start building the snowman when suddenly a snowball hits you from behind so the two of you start a snowball fight and at the end he just pushes you into the snow and you drag him down with you

A/N: GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WRITING PAU AGAIN. You’ve all been sleeping on him for far too long. I could never. 

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“Babe?” Paulo’s voice calls to you through your semi-awake state. You long to turn over and bury yourself back beneath the warmth of the covers but Paulo’s tugging them back, exposing you to the cold air and his cool body. “Please babe, wake up.”

The groan you make is the only sound you’re capable of doing as your hands claw pathetically at the duvet to try and capture the heat once more but he’s stronger than your sleep-weak muscles.

“Pau,” you whine, giving up fighting him for the duvet and instead, try to pull the pillow over your head but he grabs that too, leaving you slumped on the mattress frustrated.

“I need you.”

“Sex can wait.” you huff, deciding that this was the worst way to get you in the mood and not a mood.

“Yes, it can.” he agrees, making your eyebrows furrow together.

“Then what do you want that is so important to wake me up…” you trail off to check the time, “before 8am?”

The bed dips and moves as his body moves a little more, hands manipulating your frame until you’re on your back and he’s above you, lips at your earlobe and the light shadow of a stubble coming through on his jaw rubs at your cheek as he whispers, “it’s snowing.”

“So? It can wait.”

“Nu-uh. Wanna build a snowman?”

“No. I want to sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“Then let me be,” your words fall flat as your resolve melts and your body begins to come around from the sleep you’ve been pulled from. Paulo lays with an even body weight on you as you begin to stroke his hair while he nuzzles at your neck. A few minutes pass and when you show no sign of falling back to sleep, you let out a reluctant sigh.

“Fine.”

-

The clothes you’d packed were to try and keep out coldness, maybe extending to a frost, but certainly not snow. Snow was not on the weather app, despite the temperatures plummeting and so you’d thought it was safe. Never, have you been so wrong. Reminding you once more to not trust the weather forecasts and just hope for the best.

With one hot drink and a light breakfast in your belly, you’ve brought out another hot drink in your flask to try and keep you warm whilst outside. Paulo couldn’t wait, or rather, wouldn’t wait. His footsteps are carved out, step by stepping showing exactly where he’s been. The steps lead to the beginnings of a snowman that is beginning to take shape as you carefully follow his steps, not wanting to create your own just yet. Snow flutters down, and though it’s only a light dusting that falls from a heavy sky, you get the impression that the prints left behind now will be filled by early afternoon at the latest.

Your thermal flask has barely touched the snow covered patio table when you feel the harsh thud against your back and a spray of snow falls on either side of you. You daren’t turn, not wanting a faceful of snow but you brace yourself for a second one or more, both of which follow in quick succession.

Gritting your teeth, you steal a glance and send him a scathing look his way; one that momentarily halts Paulo in his tracks but not for long. You’ve only just managed to place the thermal onto the table, making sure that it can stand without being knocked over before you scoop as much snow into a ball within your hands.

It’s barely shaped when you’re arching your back to avoid being hit once more but the moment it’s formed, you’re sending it flying in Paulo’s direction.

“I thought you didn’t want to go play in the snow?” Paulo yells as he takes cover behind the small mound that was the snowman's attempt.

“You woke me up and I chose violence as retaliation,” you justify, smoothing yet more snow into a sphere. “Come out you coward, you wanted this. You started this.” The ball leaves your hand, lifting up into the air before you catch it once more as you wait for him to make an appearance.

The pompom on the hat bobs up and down above the snow shield as he tries to move, making it easy to track where he is. Finding yourself bored of waiting but not wanting to step forward in case he hears the crunch of the snow beneath your shoes, you opt instead to send the ball flying in his direction, skilfully knocking the hat askew.

He straightens up instinctively to fix the hat position, only for him to feel the cold burn as your aim lands perfectly, causing a flurry of snow to fall from his head.

“Right,” Paulo snaps, pushing to his feet and begins to make his way back to you. Panic rises within you, the fear of being chased begins to ripple but the snow prevents you from moving as quickly as you’d like.

Paulo is upon you within what feels like seconds. You’ve barely made 6 steps when you feel his hands on your jacket, pulling you backwards to him before the feeling of being pushed begins instead. You twist your body at the right moment, hand grasping for anything of Paulo’s, fingers itching to close around something of his when they finally do at the last second. Fabric fills your hand, enough for your fall to take effect and pull him down with you.

“Do you give up?” He asks, rubbing his cold nose against your own.

“Excuse me, but you were losing.” You point out, though Pau shakes his head in denial.

“I don’t think so. But I’m prepared to take it easy on you next time.”

[dybalassunshine]

Chapter 3 - So It Began

EMI'S POV

I was yet to recover from the shock of what I had read when we heard a scream from the front area of the plane.

"HOLY SHIT!"

It was Haaland's distinct voice. Leo didn't waste a moment before rushing to see what happened. I followed him of course. By the time we reached the cockpit, the rest of them were already there. Ozil stood at the door, his face pale. Haaland was inside the cockpit and we waited impatiently to see what had caused the Norwegian to scream like a girl. After a few moments, he came out of the cockpit with his face holding a look of absolute terror.

Ramos was the one to speak amongst us.

"Hey, what happened?"

Haaland didn't reply. He was still like a mannequin. Ramos turned to Ozil who was standing still and terrified.

"Ozil, what happened?"

"The pilot... he's dead"

Ramos stared at his friend in disbelief. Cristiano pushed his way forwards.

"Bullshit! Ain't no way! We're still flying!"

"The plane is on auto-pilot. We're dead!"

Haaland's voice was breaking and if the situation wasn't this drastic, I'd have definitely teased him about it. Hakimi left the area clutching his forehead. He sat on the first seat and was now on the verge of crying. Before I could go see him, Mbappe cut me off and sat next to him. It was the 12th time I felt like punching him. Ozil was stuck to the spot near the door where he had started praying. Ramos was next to him, holding him up. Cristiano had gone to see the dead pilot and he returned with his face as pale as Haaland's. Too much for being strong I guess.

"Well, how did he die?"

My question fell on deaf ears. Di Maria had also sat down on one of the seats. Neymar and Dybala stood near the door still, probably wanting to go see but too scared to actually go. I decided to go see the pilot myself.

As I was about to enter the cockpit, Dybala grabbed my arm.

"Are you sure Emi? It must be a horrible sight to make Cristiano and Haaland look like terrified 5-year-old kids..."

Typical Dybala.

"I'll be fine, don't worry Paulo"

I shook his hand off and went in. the sight was definitely not a pretty one. The pilot lay dead in his seat, his hands still on the controls. I looked around to find anything suspicious but all I found were water bottles and a packet of chips. I checked his body for any injuries but he seemed ok.

Then how the hell did he die here miles in the air?!

And then my eyes went to his mouth and there it was! The foam was starting to come out of his mouth and his face was a little bluish in color.

So he was poisoned!

I took another look around and then it hit me. The water bottles! They must be poisoned!

We are super screwed!

END OF EMI'S POV

Minutes had passed since Emi had gone into the cockpit. Dybala had started to get worried for his friend. But there was no way he would go in. He could never do well with dead bodies and blood. The thought only horrified him. So instead, he went to Leo.

"Hey Leo, do you mind checking if Emi is ok in there?"

"Uh, sure." As soon as Leo stood up to go in, Emi came out holding two water bottles.

"Listen here, everyone! I have news"

Everyone turned their attention toward Emi, who was standing in the front row.

"What I'm about to tell you might –"

"Oh get on with it!"

This comment earned Cristiano a glare from the tall man who continued nonetheless.

"As I was saying before the rude interruption, this news will most definitely scare the shit out of you all but it's important you know."

He reached into his pocket to take out the small paper which Leo recognized instantly. This seemed to have caught Harry's attention as he raised his eyebrow at Leo's expression of guilt.

"Two days before we all decided to join the suicide squad, Leo got this message which is a typical horror movie warning – 'don't go or you'll die'. The thing is, Leo, just like any sane person, thought it was a prank. But apparently, it isn't since our pilot lies dead and we're headed to God knows where..."

"You're telling me we were warned before this and Messi didn't tell us?!"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying Ninja Turtle. Sit down and let me complete."

Kylian sat down as Hakimi tried to calm him down. Leo sunk into his seat. He knew he had made a mistake by not telling them.

"Anyways, that's not all. While you guys were busy being afraid of the dead pilot, I looked around, and guess what, he was poisoned. I found these sus water bottles in there and our dear pilot has foam coming out of his mouth. May he rest in peace."

A few moments passed in complete silence. The weight of what had happened and what could happen was heavy in the air. Leo received a few angry looks as Di Maria tried to console him about everything. Kylian was still complaining about how Messi had put them in trouble which earned him a glare from Neymar. Ozil and Ramos sat together. Haaland was still shaken by the death of the pilot while Cristiano and Harry talked in whispers. Having had enough of their bullshit, Emi threw the bottles down forcefully.

EMI'S POV

What a bunch of crybabies!! Sitting there like everything will set itself right.

"Oi! What's the matter with you people?! This plane is probably leading us to our deaths and you're sitting and moping? We need to do something!"

"Yeah? What exactly do we do? Jump out and hope we make it?"

Kylian's remarks boiled my blood further. This kid will die by my hands for sure. Fricking diva!

"Shut up little boy. Let the elders talk."

I turned to Leo. He was very clearly upset about everything.

"Leo, I know you didn't do it on purpose. I trust you and I know you. I understand you're feeling guilty but listen to me. We need to get out of this mess."

He nodded and stood up.

"Anyone has any ideas?"

Hakimi raised his hand. Leo smiled at him and nodded.

"The plane is on auto-pilot which means we will need clearance codes to change the route and destination. And unfortunately, we don't have them. But the pilot probably does. So if we search for them, we might find them and probably turn this plane back to England..."

"Excellent! Someone with a brain!" I couldn't help but feel proud of him. What a smart boy!

Ozil raised his hand as well.

"Yes, Ozil?"

"In case we don't find the codes, we should look for parachutes. As soon as we see land, we will jump. If the message Leo got is serious, we might die as soon as this plane reaches where it's supposed to."

"Hmm, you're right. Great! Anyone else?"

Dybala stood up.

"I think we should just go where this plane takes us."

"My brother in Christ, are you for real right now? I asked for ideas, not tips to die."

"I'm serious. Whoever planned this, had our pilot die in the middle of nowhere. Do you think he wouldn't have thought of the possibility of us finding the codes or parachutes?"

Damn it! He's not wrong.

"Well, let's at least look for the codes and parachutes. We'll see what to do later."

Everyone seemed to agree with Leo. Dybala shrugged and sat back down.

"Ahem, so we will-"

"Wait a minute! Who made you the leader here?"

Of course, this little shit has a problem with me taking the lead...

Neymar replied on my behalf.

"In case you haven't noticed, Emi is the only one who has come up with clues and shit. What have the rest of us do? He should lead us."

Hmm. Neymar might just live through this.

"I say we vote. Whoever gets the most votes will lead us."

"Fine by me, sonic."

The audacity to roll his eyes at me...ugh

"Whoever wants Emiliano to lead us, sit on the left side of the plane. Whoever thinks he shouldn't be the leader, sit on the right side."

Lame.

For a second, no one moved. Then Leo went and sat on the left side. So did Di Maria, Dybala, Neymar, Haaland, Harry, and Ozil.

Of course, Ramos, Hakimi, and Cristiano wouldn't. Whatever.

"Majority is ok with Emi taking the reins. If we have wasted enough time, shall we start looking?"

Leo's words stamped the conflict right then and there. Kylian groaned and hung his head in defeat.

Hah! Take that French Sonic!

"So, we will form three groups, one will look for the parachutes, one will check the cockpit for codes, and the other will search the plane for clues. Alright?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Feels nice to command great players and Kylian.

"Ozil, Haaland, Dybala, and Hakimi, look for parachutes. Kylian, Harry, Di Maria, and Ramos look for clues here, and Leo, Cristiano, Neymar, and I will search the cockpit. Get to work!"

And with my final words, everyone set out to find something, anything valuable. 

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[dyclerc]

Happier

Alvaro Morata x Paulo Dybala

Summary: Alvaro decides to break up with Paulo after he leaves Juventus even though he still loves him.

Story inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's song "Happier"

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: Angst

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39568539 

Hopefully you enjoy it :)

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It has been a month since Paulo and Alvaro broke up. Alvaro had decided to end things up after Paulo was forced to leave Juventus. In Alvaro’s mind, it was unfair to Paulo to hold him back once he was in his new city, with his new team and teammates. And even after a month, Alvaro couldn’t get over what happened that night at the park.  

The first time Alvaro told Paulo that it was best for them to part ways, Paulo got very defensive about it. The Argentinean was so in love with the Spaniard that the mere idea of breaking up was just nonsense. 

Paulo was a hopeless romantic, and he could not care less about the distance or any other obstacle between him and Alvaro. 

Alvaro cared so much about Paulo that he got blindsided by it. He only thought about Paulo and what would be the best for him. Sadly, what Alvaro thought was best for Paulo was not necessarily what Paulo wanted. 

That’s why Alvaro did what he did. He thought it was best for Paulo to start his new life from cero, wherever that may be. Not attached to him, holding him back from enjoying life to its fullest. Alvaro just couldn’t understand the concept of him being the best thing to ever happen to Paulo. 

So after he failed to end things with Paulo the first time, Alvaro decided to do one of the things he had promised himself he would never do: Break Paulo’s heart. 

The Spaniard came to the conclusion that the only way he could make Paulo understand that the best thing for him was to end things between them, was to make Paulo hate him. He had to make sure Paulo would not want to talk to him again. Ever.

And as much as that braked Alvaro’s heart, he really felt it was the only way. He had to do this, for Paulo. Little did he know, that would crush Paulo’s world in a way words can’t even describe.

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 One month ago

-Paulo, I’m sorry but I won’t be able to do this anymore-Alvaro said with as brave of a face as he could have in this situation

-What are you talking about Alvi-Responded Paulo visibly confused

-I mean us-Alvaro said with a straight face-I’m ending our relationship for good

And Paulo’s heart sank. He took a while to respond, as he was having a hard time believing what he was hearing

-You are kidding, right?

-Do I sound like I’m joking to you right now?-Alvaro answered in a mean tone

-Alvaro what is happening to you?-Said Paulo, starting to get very emotional 

-I’ve been trying to tell you for a while now but you won’t listen to me-Alvaro responded, looking at Paulo’s eyes-I’m fucking tired of this. I don’t love you anymore. I-

-Stop lying Alvaro-Paulo interrupted with tears in his eyes-You don’t mean anything of this. I don’t know why you would even say all of this stuff

-Paulo-Alvaro interrupted him again-You still don’t get it, do you? Look, we had fun together, I’m not gonna deny that, but everything gets to an end. And I just don’t like you anymore

And Paulo felt his heart break into a million little pieces. His entire world just collapsed in front of his eyes. He took a long pause before answering. He was trying hard to not cry. 

-So you’re telling me that you kissing me, you holding hands with me, you staying up all night with me, it was all nothing? You were just fucking with me all this time? Was I your toy or what?-Paulo finally snapped, unable to hold his tears back

-Paulo, you should calm down a bit-

-Don’t tell me to fucking calm down-Paulo screamed, fully crying this time-All this time you were lying to me, pretending to be something you’re not. You just can’t. You just can’t play with me like that, for fuck’s sake Alvaro, what is wrong with you

-Paulo, stop acting like a child, this is not the place to make a scene

-Wow. That’s really what you made out of all of this. Me acting like a “child”, after everything you just told me. I really thought you were better than this, but in reality, you’re just a shitty person

And Alvaro knew he had crossed a line. He hated every part of this but knew there wasn’t another way. So, he had to keep this up.

-Whatever-Alvaro responded, trying to find his words-I was not trying to hurt your feelings or something, I’m just here to tell you the truth

-Well I’m glad you didn’t try-Paulo said, starting to think more clearly-Cause I really don’t know how to even handle this

-Pau…

-You know what-Paulo interrupted-I’m glad you were at least honest with me. And I wish you the best. Whatever you decide to do next. I have a hard time processing all of this, but I still believe you are a good man, Alvaro. So regardless of what happens next, I really wish you a great life, Alvaro. I hope you’re happy. And remember that I will always be there for whatever you need. 

And just like that, Paulo left. He didn’t even give Alvaro a chance to respond. Either way, Alvaro wouldn’t have known how to respond to that. Even after all the cruel lies, Alvaro had told him, Paulo wished him the best. Paulo told him that he will still be there, for whatever he needed. Always. Forever and always, as they always said to each other. 

Paulo proved to be the better man, even when his heart broke into a million different pieces. He still cared for Alvaro. He still loved him. 

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And one month later, Alvaro still isn’t over it. He doesn’t think he ever will. Not a day has passed in which he hasn’t thought, and re-thought, about what happened that night. Alvaro hated every single moment of it. And every day he hated himself even more because of it. Even though Alvaro did what he thought was right, the guilt was eating him alive.

And even more important, he missed Paulo so fucking much. Of course, Alvaro loved him so much, but he decided of breaking up knowing that he will live with the pain of it for the next months, even years.

Still, Alvaro’s pain hasn’t gotten better. He hasn’t heard of Paulo since that day. He has only heard rumors about Paulo founding someone new, just like Alvaro thought he would. He wanted to congratulate him on it, but he didn’t have the courage of texting him anyway. Alvaro knew that it will probably make things worse.    

All these emotions were overwhelming him, so Alvaro found a way of coping with all this pain by writing letters to Paulo that he knew the Argentinian will never read. It might be pointless to many, but expressing his emotions through words really made Alvaro feel better.  

After all, he wanted to make things clear. To Paulo and himself. He will always wish him the best. And hopefully he never forgets: He will always love him. Forever and always.

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Pau:

We broke up a month ago

I hope you’ve moved on,

Found someone new

A guy who brings out the better in you

Does that mean you forgot about me?

Still, I wish you all the best, really

I still love you love, baby

Just not like you love me

And think of me fondly

Even when your hands are on him

Oh, I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great

But don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy

Just don’t be happier…

[lxndonorris]

nailing it - Paulo Dybala

Y/N x Paulo Dybala

Theme: Fluff

Paulo trying desperately to paint your nails x

word count: 560+

Today is a special day for you and your boyfriend Paulo because it is your first dinner as an official couple. Of course, you went to restaurants before, but somehow, it feels different when everyone in the world knows that you’re dating the professional footballer.

You’re sitting in your kitchen, just finishing painting the nails on your left hand in a soft blue color, perfectly complementing your bright eyes, when Paulo walks inside the room, already wearing his dark tailored suit, looking very handsome indeed. “There you are.” He says softly, walking up to you, kissing your forehead tenderly. 

“Hey, babé.” You say, inspecting his outfit. “You’re looking so good today.” Your expression softens before you concentrate on your nails again. Paulo winks and takes a look at your nails. “Like what you see?” You smirk, lifting the now dry nail up, holding it next to your eyes. “Gorgeous.” He licks his lips, but then he notices your other hand. “You’re not done? We have to go in about ten minutes.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you put your hand down. “Relax, it’s not as easy as it looks.” He scoffs, looking at his own nails. “I bet I could do it faster.” Giggling, you look at him, raising your eyebrows. “Fine. Take a shot.” You say, pointing at the chair in front of you. Not sure how to react, he stands there for a few seconds, his gaze shifting between you, the nail polish, and the chair.

“Fine. But if it looks okay and I’m faster, you owe me.” Sitting down, he smirks again. “Whatever you want.” Shaking your head slowly, you hand him the bottle with the blue lacquer. He sticks out his tongue, imitating your words as he opens it in a swift move. Slowly, he starts to apply the polish, his hand shaking slightly. “Well, I’m even quicker than that.” You say snarkily, and as your eyes meet, you can see him fuming inside.

“Eight minutes.” You smirk while he finishes the first nail. It looks okay but not as good as yours. He notices the huge difference but tries to hide it, but he even knocks the bottle over, spreading the lacquer across the table. “Fuck.” He groans, quickly picking it back up again. Without saying a word, you just enjoy seeing him struggling. Paulo gets two more nails done, improving step by step, but you can hear him muttering something underneath his breath.

As he finishes the last nail, he compares your work with his and cringes. “It looks bad huh?” He says, raising an eyebrow. You inspect the nails carefully, but you have to admit that he improved along the way. “Ah, Nah. They look ok.” You shrug and take his still shaking hand. “It’s your first time after all.” He smiles weakly, stroking your hand firmly. “At least I was quick, wasn’t I?”

Giggling again, you shake your head. “We should have left about five minutes ago.” You smirk and he closes his eyes in defeat. “Fuck.” He grunts, running a hand through his nicely done hair. “It’s fine, we would have been early anyways.” You kiss him lovingly, cupping his cheek. “Really?” He says quietly, rocking in his chair. “Yeah. Just need to get dressed and we’re good to go.”

Together, you get up and with an arm around your waist, you walk into the bedroom, getting dressed for the night.

[footballfangurl]

Paulo Dybala - Sunshine Sweetheart

Words: 2324

Warnings: strong language, unprotected sex

Here’s is my first smut one-shot. Please let me know what you think of it, feedback would be so helpful for the future :) xx

I want to thank @avsensio and @paul-pogba-6 for reading it first and telling me what you thought of it. Love ya xx

 Looking outside, you squinted as the afternoon sun glared at you from the backyard. You'd just woken up from a nap and were now pondering on whether or not it was a good idea to join your boyfriend outside. He looked absolutely amazing, sitting there in your backyard on one of your garden chairs, calmly tapping around on his iPad as if the heat outside didn't bother him at all. He looked so relaxed that you didn't want to disturb him but at the same time you needed cuddles and wanted to be in his presence.

 Making up your mind, you slid open the back door and huffed at the heat that met you when you stepped outside. Paulo lifted his head up when he heard the door opening and smiled, leaning forwards to put his iPad on the table and wrapping his arms around you from behind when you settled down in his lap. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes, enjoying his embrace as he pressed a kiss to your hair. You loved moments like these, where the two of you could just relax without having to worry about attending an event or entertaining guests or something along those lines. Your life in Italy was relatively busy and it made you appreciate these occasions even more.

 "How was your nap, baby?" He murmured, shifting to get more comfortable and you lifted one of your hands to caress the back of his hair, running your fingers through the short strands lazily.

 "It was nice," you mumbled, "I had a wonderful dream."

 "Yeah? What was it about?" Paulo asked and you smiled, turning your head sideways to press a kiss to his jawline.

 "Last night." You answered and he immediately looked down at you, his eyes no doubt darkening at the reminder of the previous night, even though you couldn't see them as they were covered by his sunglasses.

 "What part of last night?" He arched his eyebrow and your gaze briefly flickered to how perfectly it curved above the frame of his sunglasses.

 "The part where your face was buried in my pussy and you made me cum several times." You said unashamedly and Paulo clenched his jaw, the tendons briefly appearing beneath his skin as he swallowed.

 "Oh," He breathed, taking one arm from around your waist and letting it slowly trail downwards, the path he was making burning your skin deliciously even though he didn't make direct contact with it because of your shirt. You shivered as he reached the waistband of your shorts, his fingers teasing the thin line of skin that was visible between your shirt and your shorts before they dipped beneath the flimsy fabric.

 "And how did it make you feel, thinking back on how good I tongue-fucked you last night?" He whispered in your ear, groaning when he met your bare core and discovered that you weren't wearing any panties. Your breath hitched when his thumb flicked over your clit teasingly, heat immediately pooling down in your core at the reminder of how many times he made you climax the night before and the thought of having his fingers buried deep inside you now.

 "Fucking good." You rasped out when his middle finger dipped between your folds, feeling how ready you were for him.

 "Fuck, you're wet." Paulo cursed and immediately slipped his finger inside of you, the palm of his hand cupping the rest of your pussy and you gasped, arching upwards slightly but Paulo anchored you to him with the arm that was still slung around your waist. He grinded his hand down on your sensitive nub and you moaned quietly, trying to keep quiet because the neighbours might hear you. It turned you on even more, though, knowing that if anyone were to look over the hedge at that moment, you'd be caught.

 Paulo thrusted his finger in and out of you, slipping in a second one quite easily and you pressed your face into his neck in an attempt to stifle the moans that were escaping you. He sped up his pace, his palm still grinding down deliciously on your clit and you bit down on his neck in response. Your hips were moving upwards, desperately seeking release for the knot you felt building up in your belly.

 "Pau, please." You moaned and he slipped his fingers out of you, instead pinching your clit between two fingers and rubbing it. Immediately, fireworks exploded and you moaned, gushing all over his fingers and you felt your juices wetten the shorts you were wearing, ruining them in the process. Paulo slipped his hand out of them, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean and you stared, transfixed and somewhat dazed from your climax as his mouth wrapped around his index and middle finger, the sight turning you on again even though you just orgasmed.

 "Lose the shorts, baby." Paulo's fingers slipped from his mouth and moved back down, his thumb now brushing the inside of your thigh and you complied, fumbling with the waistband of the shorts before sliding them down your legs quickly. You could feel his erection pressing against the bulge of his jeans and you stood up, turning around to open his zipper and pull his jeans and briefs down his legs, Paulo helping you out by lifting his hips up. His dick slapped up against the fabric of his top, which you made him take of as well, and for a few seconds the sight of his dick, red and dripping with precum, tempted you with thoughts about taking him in down your throat. You suppressed the urge, however, and moved forwards to crawl on his lap and straddle him.

 Paulo reached down, gripping his dick and giving it a few strokes, spreading the precum with his thumb before lining himself up to your core and gripping your hip with his other hand to guide you downwards.

 You moaned as you slowly sunk down his length, your arms slung around his shoulders to support your weight as the chair you were sitting in didn't offer you much of it. Paulo groaned, hiding his face in your neck as his dick filled your heat. He didn't move, though, suppressing the urge to start thrusting up into you, instead waiting relatively patiently for you to adjust to his girth. No matter how many times you've had sex, it always took a bit of time to get used to him. He was quite a bit bigger than your previous boyfriend.

 "Joder, eres tan apretado." Paulo whispered against your skin and moaned again when you shifted a bit, making the chair creak beneath you. You slowly lifted yourself up, sliding one hand from around his neck to rest on his chest for extra support, and then slowly slid back down again until you felt like you couldn't go down any further. Biting your lip to try and keep yourself quiet as Paulo filled you completely, you started moving against him, trying to strike up a pace that suited you both. It wasn't too fast as the limited space of the garden chair didn't allow for much and the limited space already made your thighs burn. The feeling of Paulo's cock inside you put that burn on the of your mind, though.

 "Te sientes tan bien, nene." Paulo's one hand came up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head backwards so that he had access to your neck as his other snuck beneath the hem of your shirt, making its way upwards to your breasts. You felt sweat running down your neck because of the heat of the sun shining down on the both of you, but Paulo didn't seem to care as you felt him dart his tongue out to taste your skin, trailing a slow path upwards.

 His hand finally reached your boob and you moaned as he pinched your nipple between two fingers, shivers running down your spine at the feeling as you moved up and down his length Biting softly at your neck, he released your hair to put his hand on the small of your back, pushing you closer to him as you rode him slowly. His grunts and moans were spurring you on, though, and you wanted to up the pace but it was difficult because you didn't have enough leverage.

 Paulo must have sensed your struggle because suddenly his fingers abandoned your boob and his hands were cupping your ass, pressing you close and lifting you up with him as he straightened from the chair. The sudden movement made you squeal and stop your ministrations, but it didn't take long for him to press you against floor. Placing his arm on the floor just above your head, he gripped your thigh firmly with his other hand and made sure your leg stayed slung around his hips before he started moving within you.

 And this time the pace wasn't as slow. Paulo drilled into with a sharp movement of his hips, drawing out just as quickly before he filled you again to the brim. You couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped your lips and Paulo hushed you, pressing his lips against yours but his thrusting made the kiss incredibly sloppy.

 "¡Fóllame duro, Paulo! Si me quieres follar, fóllame duro." You whispered, still somehow not satisfied by the pace he was setting, and he retaliated by biting your lip and thrusting into you so hard that you saw stars. He pulled out slowly but thrust back into you just as hard as before and this time you scooted upwards a bit, the shirt you were still wearing luckily making sure that you weren't hurt. Letting go of your lip, Paulo closed his eyes and grunted as he repeated these movements time and time again, making you see white every time he pushed his dick into your pussy.

 "Like this, huh? Is this how you want it, nene?" Paulo's voice came from above you but you were so lost in the amazing feeling of him fucking you, so close to the edge of an orgasm, that it sounded like it came from far away. But when you didn't answer, he stopped his movements so suddenly that you cried out, grasping your hands at his back to try and make him start moving again. You were probably leaving behind red marks on his skin with your nails but you knew he didn't care. Paulo didn't give in to your urgings, however, refusing to move inside of you until you answered him. You opened your eyes, blinking up at his dark eyes which were flickering across your flushed face. Meeting your gaze, he quirked an eyebrow questioningly.

 "Tell me, is this how you want me to fuck you?" He asked you again, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wetten his lips and your gaze dropped downwards, staring dazedly at where it disappeared again inside of his mouth.

 "I asked you something, baby." Paulo drove his hips into yours again suddenly and you slung your head back with a loud moan, your hands trying to make him resume his movements by pushing and pulling at his hips.

 "Si, eso es, Paulo. Just fuck me, please."

 And that was all he needed to hear, apparently, because he pulled out and started pounding into you again, harder and deeper than before. You bit down on his shoulder, trying your best to keep the loud moans inside of you. The gesture was futile, though, as your neighbours had most likely already heard the two of you. No matter how hard you tried, you weren't exactly being quiet.

 It didn't take long for Paulo to bring you to the edge of an orgasm again. His dick just felt so good as it slammed into you, filling you completely each and every time. It wasn't until Paulo carefully slid his hand upwards from where it was still gripping your thigh, brushing the wetness of the juices that leaked out of your pussy before rubbing his thumb over your clit in circles, that you were pushed over the brink. Your sudden climax overwhelmed you and you opened your mouth in ecstasy to moan out loud, but no sound came out. White encompassed your entire vision and you felt your pussy clenching down on him, which made your boyfriend groan and start bucking his hips more desperately. Sliding your arms upwards to sling them across his neck, you cradled Paulo close as he went in and out of you with sloppy movements, seeking his own climax. Bringing your lips, which were still trembling from your own orgasm, to his ear, you whispered softly, "Cum for me, baby."

 That was all it took for Paulo to groan and fill you with cum, collapsing tiredly onto your body after a last few thrusts, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily, and you felt his nose brush against your skin as he nuzzled your neck, running your hands through his hair soothingly as he came down from his high. His hand was softly rubbing your thigh, which was tingling a bit with how hard he had gripped it earlier, and you hummed in contentment at how good the motion felt.

 It took a minute or two but eventually he shifted, pressing a kiss to your neck before pulling out of you, his seed dripping out of you as he did so. Paulo let go of your thigh to lean up on his forearms above you, looking down and grinning crookedly at you.

 "Well that was a good continuation of last night, wasn't it?"

 You simply laughed, using the hand that was still on the back of his head to tug him back down so you could press your lips against his. 

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BJ.

Day 5 of the NSFW smut writing challenge.

Words: 2127 Player: Paulo Dybala. Warnings:  dirty talk, praise, swearing and male oral sex.  Request?: no.

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Paulo’s girlfriend is by no means a virgin, it’s just she’s never really given much oral sex. Because of this, she’s never been able to build up the experience for it or really know what is liked. She’d watched porn, the way the girls would perform it and tried to mentally take notes, but it wasn’t the same as doing it in person.  When she met Paulo and things had turned heated, she’d embarrassingly blurted it out. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she’d said, “it’s just…I’m not fully sure how. I’m not that good at it so…” Paulo’s eyes had lit up, a smirk had taken over his mouth and he’d laced his fingers through hers before saying, “so how about I teach you?”

She was a willing student, certainly more than happy to learn and receive the benefits of it. She was excellent at following instructions and had no problems putting in the effort. She had no issue with dropping to her knees, dangling her head off the side of the bed to try and perfect the deep throat or just tease him. With each blow job she performed, her confidence grew.

So tonight, when Paulo comes downstairs freshly showered and wearing low slung sweatpants, her eyes drift to the noticeable bulge in them and she can’t help herself. “Pau,” she purrs as she moves behind him. She snakes a hand around his waist and strokes over his stomach and back up again while pressing her lips to the middle of his back. “Baby?” He replies. One simple word yet she hears the smile in it and knows he knows what she wants. “I’m thinking…” she drops her hand a little lower, pressing it against the waistband of his sweats. She could easily drop it lower but she doesn’t want to grab at him. He hasn’t given her the green light yet despite the twitch she feels just below her hand as he begins to harden. “Thinking what?” She bites her lip, hating that he wants to hear her say it.  While her confidence has grown by giving head, she’s not been as confident in asking to do so.

Paulo turns to look at her, amused while waiting for her to answer him. To him, she looks adorable as she hesitates while she wonders how to ask him. his hand goes where hers was, tugging at the waistband of his pants before dipping inside them. Paulo grips his semi hard cock and pushes them down. Her eyes drop to below his waist and she rolls her eyes. “What do you want?” He asks her again. “I want to suck your cock.” She finally says. “Yeah? C’mere then.” He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the chair. He sits, shuffling himself towards the edge and pushes his sweatpants down, leaving his erection hidden from view in his boxers.

She rushes forward, landing on her knees between his legs. She pulls the shirt over her head, knowing how much he loved to look at her body as she does this and peels her shorts from her body, leaving her only in her panties. Her breasts are on show and Paulo can’t help but bend at the waist to reach forward and tweak at her nipple which hardens almost instantly. Her fingers find her wrist and pulls the hair tie from it. She quickly scrapes her hair on the top of her head and ties it into a messy bun as Paulo laughs. “Hair up? You’re going to go for it this time huh? You mean business?”

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she reaches forward and palms him through the material that holds him back. She runs her hand flat against his hardness and traces the lines of it. She smiles as it jerks forward and runs her thumb over the dome of it. When their eyes meet, she pulls his shorts down, exposing his complete length from tip to base. One hand grips him at the bottom, allowing her to angle it towards her mouth. She licks her lips eagerly and traces his cock along her bottom lip. Pearls of pre-cum dot the slit and it does not go unnoticed. Her tongue swipes over it, her eyes still locked with Paulo’s as she does so and feels the pull within her stomach as his eyes flicker closed at the first contact from her mouth.

She allows a build up of saliva to form before she opens her mouth and sinks her lips down over him. As she does so, the spit dribbles down his length, lubricating it perfectly as she takes him further into her mouth just as he taught her. She sinks lower before dragging her lips back up to the head and sliding back down again before taking him fully into her mouth without warning and causing his hips to buck.

She begins a rhythm. Slower than he usually likes it but quicker than she would if she was teasing him. When she sits backwards slightly, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. He stares down at her intently, his eyes narrow but his pupils wide. His lips are parted slightly and his chest rises and falls unevenly. Paulo visibly turned on always arouses her and today is no exception. She feels the pull between her legs as her core clenches.

She hums around him; vibrations travel through her lips and he moans. His hands are desperate to run through her hair, to grip the locks and hold her in place as he fucks her mouth just like he’s wanted to since they met. He loves watching her like this. On her knees before him, his cock slipping between her lips and how absolutely fuckable she looks.

There was something incredibly sexy watching her as he took her, in any way that she’d let him but to see her before him like this, knowing her mouth was predominantly his; that he’d taught her how to use it was something else. It was a real turn on to know she was this good because of him.

She continues to move up and down his length, swirling her tongue over his tip before taking him down once more. When he inches towards the back of her throat, her instinct is to stop, to push him out and start again. She doesn’t want to, she wants to do better than she’d done before and push her own boundaries. She inhaled deeply through her nose and slides her lips lower, taking Paulo as deep into her throat as she can.

Her throat burns at the intrusion, her eyes water and her gag reflex tries to kick in. She grips his hips, tries to relax her jaw and after a few moments, her body adjusts to the new obstruction and she’s able to inch him further into her throat. Paulo digs his fingers into the chair arms, his muscles tense as he watches her struggle momentarily, torn between enjoying the way she looks with his cock deep within her throat and wanting to tell her to stop if it’s too much. When he feels something give and him slide further inside of her, his eyes roll and he can’t help but cuss loudly.

She drags her mouth back to the head, releasing him momentarily as she takes in a welcomed lungful of air before starting again. She realises, as she takes him into her throat slowly, why so many women do enjoy giving oral. Hearing Paulo moan above her, feeling his body react to her every lick, touch and suck. She loves the way he turns to putty when her mouth envelopes him completely. She knows he wants to take over, knows he wants to grip her hair like she has done previously when he’s been face first in her pussy, his tongue driving her to an orgasm at a disgustingly quick rate. She understands how he must feel knowing he’s getting her off like that and she can’t help but feel amazing for it.

Wanting to feel him take over her in a way that no-one else has, her eyes meet him as she comes back up to the tip of his cock. She swirls her tongue over it and says “want to fuck my mouth?” His cock slips back between her lips as he bucks his hips in response. “You don’t want that.” He’s not even sure he can control himself if she says yes. “Don’t I?” She asks, sinking her lips back over him, taking in only a few inches but it’s enough. Her lips look plump around him, her eyes are wide and shiny from them watering before and she’s giving him the “come to bed with me” look. He looks lower, her breasts look perfect from this angle. In fact, everything about her from this angle looks amazing. “I don’t know if I can hold back.” “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” She sucks gently along his shaft, her hand moves from the base to the head and begins to stroke it while her mouth works to the base and back up. “Are you serious?” “If you want to.”

Paulo nods, not wanting how desperate he is for this to happen show in his voice. He brushes her hair from her face and rests his hands on either side of her head. She removes her hand and opens her mouth, taking the first inch of him inside. She leans forward and prepares herself for what’s to come. Paulo starts of slowly, lifting his hips to push himself halfway into her hot, wet mouth. Like before, she relaxes her jaw, allowing him to thrust in and out of her at a pace that satisfies his needs. It starts slow, allowing her to get used to her mouth being filled in a way that she’s not anticipating like she would if she was in control. He picks up speed, only ever entering her half way, not wanting to push the boundaries too soon.

“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” he tells her as he watches her lips drags along his length. “Fuck you know how to take it,” He picks up speed, enjoying not only the feel of being immersed with her but also the sound of it. He loves the sounds of her occasionally gagging on him, the wet sound of her throat as he hits the back of it. He loves the hum of her throat, the vibrations that travels straight down his cock as he slips into her throat as she takes every inch of him until his pubic bone presses against her nose and his balls hit her chin. He pauses there, peering down at her as her eyes water, spit dribbles down her chin and drips onto her chest. Her fingers begin to dig into his thighs as she struggles and only then does he pull his hips back to the seat and allows her a moment to recover. He knows he’s close, he’d be spilling himself wherever she would allow within a minute of so if he keeps up the pace he’s currently thrusting into her. Paulo knows despite the fact that he’s fucking her mouth, that she has full control of this situation. He knows that even though he’s controlling the speed, she’s calling the shots. The girl before him with the innocent eyes and powerful tongue has him under her spell and there’s not a thing he can do to stop it. “Where do you want it?” He asks as he slows his hips, hating himself for breaking his rhythm when he’s so close but needing to know what she’s comfortable with. “In my mouth,” she replies before dipping her head back to his dick and swallowing him back down again greedily.   “Oh fuck,” he hisses as she deep throats him with such ease he can’t believe she’s only just done this tonight. It feels incredible and he succumbs to her, jerking his hips several more times as he swears over and over as he climaxes. She pulls off him and swallows before wiping the saliva from her chin and wiping her cheeks, wondering what kind of mess she looks like but for Paulo, she looks incredibly sexy. “I don’t know what put you in this mood,” he says as he pulls his boxers and sweatpants back into place, “but shit, I would not complain if you did this again.” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She tries to come across as cool and collected but inside she’s bursting with pride. “You do that. Now how about you get your ass upstairs and I’ll return the favour…”

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Hey loves, I wanna post a Paulo Dybala imagine. Can i post it here or should i make another blog? Is anyone interested?

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My fanfic recs are currently empty (I have some in my drafts ready to queue) and I'd love more to read while I'm on my baby break.

Looking for recs from both readers and any writers who want to put their work up for a reblog - though please note I only reblog fics which have a read more if they're more than a few paragraphs, otherwise they'll only be included in the "this month I've read" links.

i'd love to read the following players in particular, but if the story doesn't include the below players, is good and you've brought it to me with a high rec then I'll read it regardless:

Trent Alexander Arnold

Joe Gomez

Virgil Van Dijk

Antoine Griezmann

Rodrigo De Paul

Jan Oblak

Dominik Szoboszlai

Ruben Dias

John Stones

Paulo Dybala

you can send your recs here.

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Island Kill - Chapter 2: The Warning

Seconds turned into hours as Ozil and Emi tried to decide whether to tell the others or not. There was no point in hiding it but there was no point in telling them either. They were hundreds of feet in the air. Haaland sauntered over to them and let out a snort.

"What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we tell everyone about the messed up shit?"

Ozil shook his head. Haaland didn't seem very pleased by that answer.

"Why not? They're as screwed as we are!"

"It's pointless. If they cared, they'd have noticed that we've been flying for too long"

"My man Emi, have you never flown before? Time stops in the air"

"It does but the sun has set twice already. How have they not noticed?"

"Look around man, they're all asleep"

Emi looked around and found almost everyone fast asleep. All except Di Maria who was staring out the window with his jaw wide open.

Ozil had spaced out of the conversation long ago. He was thinking of the possible reasons for this weird situation.

"Do you think we should ask the pilot?"

Emi and Haaland turned towards him simultaneously, possibly startled by him speaking out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

"The pilot. Maybe he knows something we don't"

"Oh yes. Maybe we should do just that instead of the Mission Impossible shit Emi is probably thinking of"

Haaland's comments went over Emi's head as he turned back to observe Di Maria who still sat with his mouth agape.

EMI'S POV

What's wrong with him? Why is he sitting there like that? Should I go talk to him... Hmm, maybe I should. It would definitely be an upgrade from Mute Mary and Big Boy Billy here...

Without giving it a second thought, I quickly went to see my friend.

He didn't notice my presence at all which is weird because he's the most present-minded person I know...

"Hey, Di, are you alright?"

Nothing.

"Di Maria!"

Silence.

This time I shook him violently. This seemed to work as he slowly turned towards me.

"Oh Emi, hi. When did you come here?"

"I don't know, a minute ago. You alright?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You were staring out this window for the last ten minutes..." Like an idiot.

"Was I really? Wow! I didn't even realize"

"Anything special out there?" I said with a slight giggle.

He smiled warmly at me.

"Why don't you take a look?"

I nodded and shifted seats with him. As soon as I glanced out the window, my jaw fell to the floor. The sea stretched beneath us for what seemed like infinity. It was a weird blue-green color. Small waves rattled the otherwise tranquil water. And in the middle of this vast sea was an island, beautiful and full of colors. It seemed like something out of a Disney movie.

Beside me, I heard Di Maria chuckle.

"See? This is why I was gaping out the window like an idiot"

I almost choked on air hearing the last part of his sentence. How did he know I called him an idiot...

"I know you thought that while I was staring out. I know you like the back of my hand"

I stole a quick glance at his face, searching for anger or sarcasm but all I found was genuine amusement. Di Maria might be the sweetest person alive.

END OF EMI'S POV

Their peaceful moment was disturbed by Neymar's loud exclamation.

"I THINK WE'RE HERE!"

Emi shook his head at the Brazilian's no filter loud voice. He was getting really tired of him and the vacation was yet to start.

"Uhm, guys? I think there's something wrong with my watch. It's showing today's date and time as April 7th, 7 AM..."

Haaland let out a wild laugh at Harry's question.

"Ah, so you finally noticed it? It's not only your watch my friend. It's the actual date and time"

Everyone started looking at their watches and a series of gasps and 'what' could be heard.

"While you guys make peace with the fucked up reality, Ozil and I will talk to the pilot. Feel free to cry."

With that, Haaland and Ozil made their way to the cockpit.

"Oh, man! Here I thought I was gonna relax for once!"

Many people agreed with Cristiano's complaint. Leo got up and went to the back to retrieve his bag. Emi went after him.

EMI'S POV

If anyone is here who can make any sense right now, it has to be Leo. He's the wisest person here.

I quickly make my way after him to the back of the plane where he's grabbing his bag.

"Leo! Wait!"

He turned towards me, his face calm as always.

"Yes Emi, is everything alright?"

"Not really, no. This... this whole situation is wrong. What's going on? Do you think we're in danger?"

He didn't seem fazed by my worried tone at all. He put his bag on an empty seat beside him and his other arm on my shoulder. His face turned uncharacteristically grave, adding to my fear.

"We've made a huge mistake by coming here. We shouldn't have agreed to this. I should have listened."

"L-Listened to whom?"

He opened his bag and pulled out a small folded paper. He handed it to me and told me to read it.

"I received it two days before we left."

As soon as I read the words written on that paper, I felt my blood go cold.

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something more (a paulo dybala imagine)

Your head is pounding, and that’s pretty much all you can think about.

Never mind the fact that Paulo, your best friend of 3 years is asleep and drooling next to you or the fact that you’re pretty sure that you’re wearing his shirt. You wince, as the sunlight seeping in from the haphazardly closed blinds makes your head twinge and you rub at your eyes, before glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

12:30am.

In other words, you were 3 and a half hours late for work.

(Shit.)

Paulo stirs beside you, and you shrug his hand off when it drapes around your shoulders. He mutters something unintelligibly, and you roll your eyes. “Get off.” You mumble, trying to wriggle away from his grasp.

“Stay.” He mumbles back, hands reaching out to touch you.

“Get off me, you weirdo.”

You flop onto your back, before scrunching your eyes shut and trying to recall how you ended up here. Your mouth is dry and if you try hard enough, you can just about make out a lingering trace of whiskey.

Speaking of alcohol, that must have been the reason why.

Surely.

(Well, besides the fact that he knew how to make you laugh like no one else, and his eyes that sparkled green in some light and brown in another, or even his smile (god damn, that smile), there was no way, absolutely no way, that you’d even think about Paulo in that way.)

Ending up here, in Paulo’s house and never mind that, but naked and in his bed, must have been the result of too many tequila shots and too many Shakira songs, because let’s be honest, as soon as Hips Don’t Lie played every single one of your inhibitions and sensibilities went straight out of the window.

“God, my head.”

He rolls onto his face, smushing it into the pillow and groaning and you stifle a laugh, teasing, “Are you a bit hungover, Paulo?”

“Fuck off. It feels like there’s a hamster in my brain.” He moans.

You squawk out a laugh. “You’re so stupid.”

“You know I can’t hack alcohol.” He whines. “Why did you let me drink so much?”

You snort, sitting up and prodding his shoulder. “You’re such a fucking lightweight.”

“Hey, am I really hungover or is your voice just always this grating and annoying?”

You slap him lightly on the back. “You’re a twat, you know that?”

“A twat who still managed to take you home last night.” He peeks open one eyelid and waggles his eyebrows, but his exposure to the sunlight makes his head twinge again and he groans. “Considering your standards are usually mightily high, the fact that I managed to entice you into my bed and persuade you to stay the night is quite the feat, if I do say so myself.”

“’Entice you into my bed’.” You mock, rolling your eyes. “You’re saying that as if I really needed convincing.”

“Oh, so you didn’t need convincing?” He leans up, cocking an eyebrow in a mischievous smile and breaking into a grin.

“Apparently not, considering I usually have standards.”

“You wound me, you really do. Do you realise what you’re doing to my self-esteem?”

“Yeah right.” You scoff. “Your head is already pretty much the size of this room.”

He laughs, and rubs the back of his neck. “Do you want breakfast?” His voice is softer now, less teasing, and the cheeky grin that you had become so accustomed to was now replaced with a soft smile. “I had a really great time last night. If you know what I mean.”

And he’s back to teasing again, quirking an eyebrow and grinning at you. You roll your eyes, stifling a smile. “You’re giving me a headache, Paulo.”

“You love me.”

“I would if you had the decency to offer me breakfast.”

He does, five minutes later, and it frightens you how normal and how easy this all feels.

Paulo shirtless, whistling to the radio and frying you eggs, while you scroll through your phone dressed in nothing but his shirt, sitting with your legs swinging at his kitchen island. You’d be lying to yourself if the thought of this, the seemingly picture-perfect image of something more hadn’t crossed your mind more than once in a while.

(More like every time he smiled at you or looped his arm around your waist, but you weren’t quite ready to make that leap yet.)

(Small steps.)

He slides your plate towards you when’s he finished and tosses a tea towel over his shoulder. When he takes a seat next to you, his hand reaches out to your thigh as if it’s nothing, and the breath is knocked out of you, skin instantly prickling and your muscles tensing up. Paulo notices and raises an eyebrow, retracting his hand. “Everything okay?”

“I think you just make me nervous.” You admit, and he laughs.

“You, nervous?” He chuckles in disbelief. “Around me, no less?”

You frown. “Stop. Maybe last night did change more than I initially thought.”

“You had no issue with me touching you last night,” He remarks flirtatiously, and you hate yourself for succumbing to his laugh and his gaze so easily, but you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly and resent the goosebumps prickling up across your skin.

You tease, “Had to have been the alcohol.”

His smile falters, as if he’s hurt, but you’re pretty sure you’re just seeing things. “Speaking of last night,” He clears his throat, and you feel your heart thud into your stomach.

You swallow, “Hm?”

“Was it like- a one time thing?”

You choke on your coffee, and then quickly compose yourself. “I don’t know. Should it stay a one-time thing?”

“Well, haven’t you ever wanted something more? Like last night? Has the thought ever crossed your mind?”

(Yes.)

(Duh.)

“Um, I’ve never really given it much thought, to be honest.”

It’s a lie, a blatant, outright lie that he can probably see straight through but you can’t quite bring yourself to tell him the truth.

(Especially when you weren’t even sure what the truth was yourself.)

“Well, would you like to give it some thought?”

“Can I eat my eggs first?”

He huffs, but nods reluctantly.

It’s the most awkward it’s ever been between the two of you. That was the main reason you enjoyed your friendship with him so much- things were just easy. The conversation flowed, you never fought and everything felt so natural. So, this new silence, and this refusal to meet eye contact was just weird, and it unsettled your stomach and made you want to jump out of his French doors.

“Can you just give me an answer?” He presses, and his eyes flash around the room.

This time, Paulo’s the nervous one, and while it’s a nice change to have him squirming rather than the other way around, his nervousness swiftly rubs off on you. You scrunch up the hem of your shirt and feel your breathing quicken. “Because I like you.”

You splutter out, without hesitation, “I like you too.”

Paulo shifts beside you, and he nudges your arm with his elbow to urge you to meet his eyeline. “I mean, I like you like you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m really, really like you. If you get what I mean.”

Paulo looks at you intently, and there’s the hint of a nervous smile behind his green eyes. You want to believe him, to launch yourself into his arms and admit that you’d felt the same for years, but then reality dawns. He’s a footballer, a famous, attractive and (God, you hated playing up to his ego) ridiculously talented footballer, and you were just his sidekick. His comic relief, his stress reliever, his person to vent to when a result went awry or a particularly unflattering story ran to the press.

It would be foolish to think anything else.

You were his best friend, and if he wanted anything more than that, he could have told you anytime during the past 3 years of your friendship.

(God knows you wanted him to.)

It’s a kneejerk reaction, and you hate yourself for saying it after his face falls, but you shake your head adamantly, and scoff, “You’re such a dick, you know that,”

He almost chokes in disbelief, spluttering out, “What do you mean?”

“Stop trying to mess with me. I know you and what you’re like.” You bite your lip. “Please don’t fuck with my head like this, Paulo. We can just forget this ever happened, ignore that last night happened, and move on. I want to go back to normal.”

“We can’t just go back to normal after last night!” He’s equally as adamant as you, and throws his hands into the air in typically dramatic Paulo fashion.

“God, you don’t need to throw a hissy fit.”

“I just made you the best eggs I’ve ever made in my life and poured my heart out to you and now you’re calling me a dick?” He screeches. “I’m not joking!”

“Whatever.” You bite your lip.

“What do you mean, ‘whatever’?”

“I mean, I don’t believe you.” You cross your arms over your chest, a pout forming on your lips and your eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Paulo’s humiliated beyond belief and feels his face turn hot. “What do you mean you don’t believe me?”

“I think you don’t know what you’re talking about. And I don’t believe this, or you, or- ugh, can we just not talk about this? Guys like you shouldn’t fancy girls like me. And it’s fine, I’m not trying to be self-deprecating or ask for compliments or anything, but it’s true, and- and…”

Paulo frowns and shifts towards you. He lifts your hands into his and begins to rub circles on your palms, calming you instantly and humming, “Why won’t you just let go for once?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let go,” He continues. “I mean, let your walls down, stop with this revolving door of one-night stands and you know, as cheesy as it sounds, let yourself fall in love.”

You chew on your bottom lip.

(He’s right, but you can’t let him know that.)

It was easy for Paulo to be so nonchalant about love when he had rarely encountered a heartbreak of his own and women flocked to him to no end. It wasn’t like he’d had to fall in love with his best friend only for them to be just out of reach, seemingly with no end in sight.

(God, you sounded bitter.)

“What are you implying?” You babble.

“You know what I’m implying.”

His glance flashes back up at you, and this time his eyes aren’t nervous but blazing brightly, intently, and there’s a mixture of anticipation and desire and passion and love in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’re just about to open your mouth to reply when he jumps to his feet. “I need to leave for training but just- just give it some thought, hey?” He smiles wistfully, before reaching up to press a kiss to your forehead. You don’t move, but send a forced smile in his direction, and nod slowly.

“I will.”

“Take your time. But please, please think about it.”

“I will. I promise I will.”

[dyclerc]

Chapter 1: Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Alvaro Morata x Paulo Dybala

Summary: Paulo tells Alvaro that he’s not going to renew his contract with Juventus, leaving the couple heartbroken and uncertain about their future.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: Angst/Fluff´

Hope you enjoy :)

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Paulo was devastated.

Just a few minutes ago he told Alvaro with tears in his eyes that Juve wasn't going to offer him a new contract. He was going to have to leave the club of his life. He didn't even have a choice. He was forced out.  

And Alvaro was heartbroken about it. His boyfriend was crying in his lap, completely destroyed, not knowing what to do. He could feel Paulo's pain in every way possible. His brown eyes full of tears, his wobbly voice, and that sense that everything you've always wanted in life is now gone.

Alvaro's world was collapsing in front of him, and he could not do anything about it. He was supposed to be consoling Paulo, but he was also a mess. He loved him so much he could feel his pain as if it was his own. Still, he had to be strong and pretend that everything was going to be fine for his boyfriend.

-Alvi-Paulo said, taking Alvaro out of his thoughts-I'm so fucking scared

-Don't overthink it love-Alvaro responded, trying to not cry in the process-Everything will be ok

-You think so?

-Yeah, I promise-Alvaro said with a heavy heart

He hated promising things that were out of his reach. But he had to tell Paulo that. And he would do anything in his power to make it a reality.

-How do you know that? -Paulo asked after a short silence

-Cause as long as we have each other, everything will be fine-Alvaro said with a smile on his face-We can figure out everything else later

-Yeah? -Paulo said with a smirk

-Yeah-Alvaro responded with a smile-We will always be okay. Don't you dare forget that. Ever.

Alvaro could see Paulo's soul through his eyes. Something changed at that moment.

That smirk on Paulo's face turned into a serious look. Immediately, Paulo sat up and grabbed Alvaro's hands. He looked at Alvaro, straight into his eyes, and saw how Alvaro's smile turned into straight heartbreak.

-Paulo…

-Alvi, listen to me

-Please don't do this to me-Alvaro said out of pure desperation, with tears in his eyes

-I'm sorry-Paulo said with all the pain in the world-But…

-I don't want to hear it-Alvaro interrupted while he stood up-Paulo I'm already devastated enough for you to break up with me

-We can still enjoy the few weeks we have left-Paulo said, trying to make the situation better

-Are you fucking kidding me? -Alvaro replied angrily-You really think that's gonna make things better? Enjoy ourselves for a couple of weeks and then forget that all of this happened?

-I didn't say that…

-Well, you said you didn't want to be with me anymore. And if that's what you want, then do it right now, don't wait for me to love you even more to fucking break up with me-Alvaro said whipping

-I didn't see it as that-Paulo whispered

-No, no, no-Alvaro said, choking between all of his sobs-Paulo please, don't do this to me

-Alvi, I'm so sorry, but I just thought that you would be better without me once I'm gone

-How could you think that-Alvaro said desperately-What did I do wrong that made you think this?

-Nothing, please don't think that is just that, I don't want to hold you back while I'm not here anymore

-Holding me back? Paulo what the hell are you talking about

-You will be here in Turin while I'm going to be in another city, thousands of miles away. I just don't want to be the reason why you can't enjoy yourself

-You have to be kidding me-Alvaro said while not believing what he was hearing

-I mean, there's Dusan, and I've seen how you look at him…

-Paulo, what the fuck, have you lost your mind! -Alvaro really went from tears to disbelief just like that

-It’s the truth! I wouldn't blame you though, he's hot and-

-You think Dusan's hot?!-Alvaro interrupted

-Do you not?

-I-That's not the point! -Alvaro said stuttering his words

-So you DO think he's hot-Paulo replied with an interesting face

-Paulo this is serious! It doesn't matter if I think Dusan's hot. All that matters is that I can't imagine my life without you, Pau. And I don't care how many thousands of miles there's between us, my life will always be better with you-Alvaro said while grabbing Paulo's arms

And Paulo couldn't help but smile like a teenage girl that's talking to her crush. Talking to Alvaro reminded him why he's so in love with him. He always found a way to make him feel like the most special person in the entire world. He always found a way to make Paulo feel the butterflies in his stomach, just like it was the very first time.

-You really are the love of my life-Paulo whispered while he was lost in Alvaro's gaze

Alvaro just couldn't help but smile and laugh. His soul was finally returning to his body.

-So, does that mean that I convinced you? -Alvaro said after a short silence

-Convinced me? Alvi, I think I'm about to propose to you-Paulo said laughing- That was the hottest thing someone ever said to me-Paulo continued as he gave Alvaro a small kiss on the lips

-Hottest? Paulo, I was trying to be sweet and kind-

-Just shut up and kiss me-Paulo interrupted while grabbing Alvaro's face, closing the gap there was between them and throwing Alvaro into the sofa

Every time they kissed felt just as special as the first one. But this time, it felt different. That kiss felt like relief, and after living through suck a tense moment, the familiarity of their lips made them forget about everything and everyone else.  

-You know-Paulo interrupted-Unless you want this to get to another level you should tell me to stop now-And Paulo proceeded to close their lips again, feeling the warmth of Alvaro's mouth

-Or now-Paulo repeated as he put his hands under Alvaro's shirt

-Pau, I didn't know that fighting turned you on-Alvaro interrupted this time with a smirk

-I'm turned on? Look at your pants Morata!

Alvaro just laughed as he knew he was guilty

-I was going to say that the fight turned YOU on, but then I think it was actually mentioning Dusan that did the job

-Paulo!

-So you're not denying it-Paulo said with a smirk

-You were the one that said that Dusan is hot!

-Yeah, but only because I've noticed how you look at him

Alvaro felt busted, and he couldn't do anything but smile and laugh at his boyfriend

-We'll talk about Dusan another time-Alvaro said after a short silence-But for now, let me enjoy this moment with the most perfect man on earth

And Paulo didn't say a word, as his smile said it all.

After all, this is what love is about. Only love can hurt like this, in ways you didn’t even know existed. But it can also make you feel like the happiest, most fortunate man ever. It can make you forget about everything and everyone, it makes you feel safe, and at home.

And Paulo and Alvaro were the proof of that. Even after one of the saddest moments of his life, Alvaro knew how to make Paulo the happiest man ever, and that’s all that ever mattered to them.

[varanest]

one thing i’ve left to do, discover me, discovering you

a/n: this is a ‘whoever you want to read it with’ piece i have posted and deleted twice but i decided i will post everything that’s on my drafts so - any feedback is appreciated. 

As soon as they were in their Uber, he was all over her. His hand slipped between her thighs, slowly working his way up. His face was buried in her neck, his tongue and teeth mapping out the column of her throat. She fisted his hair as he assaulted her neck, keeping her lips firmly together so that her moans didn’t reach the ears of their driver while she dragged his hand up to her cunt.

“Impatient little thing… can’t even wait ‘til we’re home to have my hands on that pretty cunt,” he growled into her skin as his fingers traced the damp circle soaking through her panties. The heat rose to her cheeks, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the filthy words dripping off his lips or from the way their driver’s jaw clenched in annoyance. Didn’t really matter which, though. Maia still grinded against his hand while he murmured cheesy praises into her neck.

Once inside his building, Maia barely got a chance to catch her breath. He had her caged between him and the wall during the elevator ride, letting his hands trail over her sides as he pressed his full weight into her. His thumbs reached just below the underwire of her bra when the elevator doors slid open.

She whined quietly as he pulled off her, already missing the feeling of him practically engulfing her. He was taller than her, maybe six feet tall if she were to guess. When she was pressed up against him, she almost felt small. Little. Like a fragile thing surrounded by him.

It was a foreign feeling. She had never really felt small.

And as his large hand engulfed hers as he pulled her toward his apartment, this giddy, warm feeling pooled in her stomach. Just his hand covering hers made her feel little. That feeling only grew as he tugged her into his apartment before pushing her up against his door. “Fucking finally,” he grumbled before his mouth took hers.

As greedy and hard as his lips on her neck had been, his first kiss to her lips was surprisingly gentle. And warm. His entire body was pressed hard against her, squeezing her body tight between him and the door, but his lips remained soft. And the way his tongue dipped into her mouth… she’d call it filthy if it were more urgent, but the slow pace made it feel reverent.

It was so easy to respond to him, to just shut her mind off and only think about reacting to the tongue exploring her mouth and swallowing his quiet grunts. It wasn’t until minutes later when he pulled away and they were both breathless that she realized how urgent it had become. His hand was now fisting her hair, her hands were gripping his collar, and the two of them were gasping for air.

“Bedroom.” She meant for it to come out like a command. After all, Maia was a little bossy in all aspects of her life, but especially when it came to getting laid. But her voice sounded smaller than it usually does, a little breathless and pleading. And it wasn’t without an effect on him, whose lips smirked and eyes darkened as he took a step back. She almost whined at the loss of contact, but he kept both his hands on her as he walked her toward his bedroom.

This time, he had her up a dresser. He flicked the lights on before slamming his lips back onto her neck, this time on the other side… perhaps his way of making sure there was an even distribution of his marks when Maia woke up in the morning.

She tried to get back into it, but she was itching to turn the light back off. Its presence transformed her excitement into fear. Fear of him seeing her naked. Fear that he wouldn’t like what he saw. Fear that every dimple on her thighs and roll on her stomach would repulse him.

Before her thoughts took the dark turn into a full-on body-loathing spiral, she asked, “Could we keep the lights off?”

He blinked several times, his brows furrowed as he processed her question. He was going to ask her why. They always asked why. And then Maia would try to downplay it, but he wouldn’t buy it. And next thing she knows she’s spilling all her body image problems onto a stranger instead of having sex. Fuck, she should have just kept her mouth shut and suffered through having the light on.

After a beat, his face faltered. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured before flicking it back off. Relief should have washed over her once the lights were out. No longer did she have to fear him seeing her naked in a well-lit room. It meant that Maia could fuck him however she wanted without her anxieties about her body ruining it.

But something lurched in her chest at this visible disappointment in his eyes. As he leaned forward to kiss her, she stopped him. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, whatever you want, baby,” he shrugged it off, but Maia stopped him again when he leaned forward. “Okay, I just…”

“You just what?”

“I just wanna see you.” There was no smugness in his voice. No teasing tone that came with all his pick-up lines. No endearment or praise. Just him, with a hint of sadness in his voice, admitting that he wants to see her.

Maia bit down on her lip and stared back at him. The lamppost outside his building illuminated his face in the dark, meaning she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

So, even though her stomach lurched at the thought, she leaned over to flick the light back on, and the change in his demeanor was immediate.

“There you are,” he grinned as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She tilted her head up in time for his lips to glide against hers again, and the contented moan that escaped his throat sent a chill down her body.

He kissed her like he did before, his mouth demanding her full attention. She felt her mind go blank again, only vaguely aware of him tugging off his own jacket. She kicked off her heels next, giggling a bit into his mouth when she realized just how much shorter than him this made her.

She tugged at his shirt next, whining until he helped her get it off. Maia wanted to run her fingers all over the warm, newly exposed skin, but he had other ideas. His fingers worked the zipper of her dress, and Maia felt a familiar panic set in.

Maia tucked her face into his neck, pressing kisses to distract herself from the fact that her dress was about to fall to the ground, exposing every stretch mark to him. “Baby,” he murmured right into her ear. The zipper was completely undone, meaning he was just waiting for Maia to pull her arms out of it and let it fall.

He tilted her chin up with his finger, and Maia locked eyes with him. His were warmer than they had been, not the dark, smug eyes that had watched her for most of the night. She relaxed under his gaze, letting her dress fall to the floor with an easy exhale.

His body snapped back into focus. His hands gripped her waist as he walked her back to his bed. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled right into her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe. “Gorgeous.” She was about to roll her eyes again when the back of her legs hit his mattress. She fell back onto the comforter with a thud. A giggle escaped her lips. There was no way that was hot or graceful.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were raking over her… staring at her uncovered body for the first time. God, she should have kept the lights off. His soft eyes lingered on her chest, which wasn’t surprising. One silver lining for Maia’s weight gain had been the massive breasts that came with it. But when his gaze drifted lower, her arms automatically came up to cover her stomach.

”Maia.” His voice broke on that one syllable. It was low, gravelly, and forlorn. “Will you let me look at you some more?”

She kept her eyes trained on his face as she removed her arms, and there was a small twitch at his lips, curving the corners of his mouth up. His eyes didn’t leave her body as his hands slid up and down her bare thighs. And just when she got her heart rate down again and relaxed into his touch, he whispered one quiet, earnest word that sent a shudder through her entire body.

“Beautiful.”

a/n: who did you picture this with? let me know.

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[allisonthfc]

A baby lol

[falsestoryteller]

Nothing wrong with that- Paulo Dybala (YouTube AU)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So... this is the first fic that will be originally published on this blog- I didn’t forget, but technically I’m on vacation :P Anyway, the recent Instagram live inspired me on this, I SWEAR his newest fling’s ex being an actual formerish YouTuber had nothing to do with this. The usual disclaimers (work of fiction, this fic isn’t my soapbox, blah blah blah) and if you want to read Beatriz as Y/N, feel free to do so. Without further ado, here it comes

Paulo arrived to his bedroom/studio, and threw his head on the pillow. Gonzalo, his roommate, was on the dining room, browsing through River pages and preparing the script for his newest video. D’Onofrio would fucking hear him, Vangioni may have left for free but the club still needed him. Greedy cunt, nowhere near the conmen likes of Angelici and the Russians who’d taken Driussi but a conman nonetheless.

He was focused on his job, but still heard his young friend’s groan.

“So you heard?”

“I fucking did” Paulo whined. “Will he ever stop? I only kissed his boyfriend once, he should drop it”.

“Well, that’s how Kun is. Tried to warn you”.

“He hasn’t had ideas in centuries, dude. I don’t even know if he even keeps uploading or if he’s just focusing on his singing career”

“Well, he kinda made Argentine YouTube. That cred doesn’t go away”

“He fucking LIED” Paulo came out of the room, anger boiling in his eyes. A rare sight, but kind of warranted. “I am by no means a homewrecker, I do not whore around sponsorships and collabs and I certainly do NOT do this for the money!”

Gonzalo gave him a look. He’d been doing this for five years. He made his living that way for the past three. There was a bit of it. And ever since the injury, there wasn’t really much else he could do. Kun kind of had a point.

“I didn’t start for it. Besides, I could write, tour, do anything. Perhaps join a soap. I kinda act on my videos anyway”.

“Well, I don’t know, the point is he went at your fanbase. Some are doubting you”.

“I know, I know” Paulo looked up, as if searching for guidance. Lesson learned: what happened in Club Media Fest’s backstage didn’t stay there. Besides, Leo Messi was still married. Kun was still a dumped hoe and he... well, he’d lived out a dream shag. But now, it was time for damage control. His network rep had recommended a clarification video, but he didn’t feel like it. It would just throw more fire to that mess. He didn’t want to feed all those gossipers. Besides, something scripted felt as phony as Kun had tried to paint him as. He would never be believed that way. He needed something else, something that felt real.

“Pipa?”

“Yeah, boludo?”

“Feel like getting a haircut?” He laughed, his inner joke beating his intention.

“Asshole”.

“I could do one. And a liveshow”.

“Thanks for coming in, Bea” Paulo greeted the improvised stylist. She had no experience of any sort, but Paulo was aiming for something fun, no matter the consequences for his hair (a rare moment). He’d told her he’d get it fixed later, for the moment he needed his fans to know the real him. After all, she was kind of proof he wasn’t a phony. He’d liked her over the several comments and tweets she’d sent early on, and were now friends. Besides, as two province guys trying to make it in Buenos Aires (he came from Córdoba, she was from Santiago del Estero), they could bond over some stuff.

“No problem, Pau”

“Say hi to everyone!” he said as he put the phone on her face.

“Hey guys!” she waved, and then looked shocked. “40 thousand?! WOW”

“It’s more people than my town’s population” he quipped. “Will we make it to 50 thousand?”

“No way” Gonzalo deadpanned.

“He’s jealous” Paulo whispered to the camera, though loud enough for everyone to hear. Beatriz laughed as Gonzalo flipped him.

“Anyway, here’s how it’s going to go. I’m giving Pipa and Bea a razor each and they’ll try to trim down my sides. I say ‘try’ because let’s be honest, they’ll both fail miserably and I’ll have to get it fixed tomorrow anyway”.

“So much faith in us” Bea commented. Paulo wondered if she’d ever have a channel of her own, he felt she was funny enough. There was no way she was happy in that internship anyway, she could make it that way...

“Typical Paulo” Gonzalo pointed out.

“Will you go get them?” he asked, and following a few “sures”, his friends went to the bathroom.

Paulo placed his phone on the tripod and faced the camera. He saw the audience reach 45 thousand. He was getting close. He thought of them, and the ones who probably weren’t watching, be they sleeping Europeans, busy people, people with crappy wifi. He could already picture the Tumblr gifs and discussions after everyone heard what he had to say.

“Listen guys... I know I could do this on a video, make it some sort of challenge and probably tag people. But I want you guys to see something that by all means should be a video, but as unedited as it can be. To see me as I am while doing crazy stuff and all, having fun with my friends...”

He took a deep breath.

“I know about Kun Agüero’s video, and all he said about me. Did I have sex with Leo Messi? I think we all know the answer to that question. But I had nothing to do with what he did afterwards. He still married Anto and all. But everything else? Fuck NO.

Listen, I have encouraged you guys to not be afraid of your sexualities and to live your truths, no matter what everyone thinks. And yes, I wouldn’t qualify for priesthood at all. But I didn’t fuck my way through life. My friends are just my friends. I’ve never had anything with Pipa except maybe a spin the bottle kiss. As for Bea” he looked towards the bathroom, with a stare some fans would interpret as “longing”, “nothing so far. And even if I had, what’s wrong with that?  Unethical, maybe, but the same as bribing people or marrying for interest. What would make that ‘worse’?” He looked at the screen for a second, with a confused stare.

“But here’s the most important thing. Sure, this is what I do best. Fooling around on the Internet, making videos, dares, reactions to games. I’m not going back through my whole life story, but I like where I am and I love you guys. I don’t see myself acting or writing books about my experiences or trashing players. That’s Pipa’s role anyway” he laughed, as Pipa yelled “I HEARD YOU, CHABÓN”.

“Anyway, now that the talking’s done. I’m ready. Say goodbye to my hair” Paulo finished, and smiled as his friends returned to the frame.

“Well, everyone loved the video and Kun is destroyed. I’d call that a triumph” Beatriz said before sipping through a cup of coffee. Paulo smiled at her. They’d decided to meet for breakfast at a Havanna, regardless of how he liked his local alfajores better. They wouldn’t get involved if he just ate toast with dulce de leche.

“Yeah, I guess. It felt good to leave that out there. Now I’ll be drama proof for a while”.

“I hope so. I don’t think Kun is that petty, anyway”.

“If we don’t mention him again, he’ll have no ammo”.

“Well, tell Pipa that. He always talks too much” she laughed. Paulo was surprised at how cute her smile was. Only Álvaro had come close to that. But it had been a while since Álvaro.

“And? People liked you too. You should probably start that damn channel already”.

“Are you crazy? People will think I’m a leech”.

“Fuck what people think. You should give it a go” he smiled.

She returned it, and he hoped everything would truly be okay.

“Anyway, thanks for bearing with me, Bea”.

“Isn’t that your signoff?” she laughed.

“Yeah, but I mean it. With everyone. And with you”.