#couldn’t he have waited idk a few more hours 🤨

[wishchip106]

bro looks like he’s on the verge of breaking down

he’s gonna curl up into a ball on the ground while charles just watches

[shitsndgiggs]

Okay my thoughts are being thunk right now BUT oh well. Can you do one with Pau or Lamine x højlund reader where like Spain and Denmark are playing against each other in the national league (denmark is playing against them the 12th og oct and I've already admitted defeat cause no way we are winning that) and Jude sees reader hugging Rasmus Højlund (Okay my thoughts are being thunk right now BUT oh well. Can you do one with Pau or Lamine x højlund reader where reader is hugging Rasmus Højlund (that's my kid idc he's older than me) but like Pablo Gavi sees it and he's like 🤨 (im convinced that boy loves gossip) but readers just hugging her older brother, but Gavi doesn't know that so he's like "Mate I think your chick might be cheating idk saw her hug a Danish baller" and it causes like a huge argument but she's just like 'what's this dude chatting about is it illegal to hug my bro🤨' but it ends like in fluff <3

AND THEY WERE SIBLINGS - PAU CUBARSÍ

Just Pablo gossiping too much for his own good 😂 leading Pau to think that you are cheating

Pau Cubarsí x højlund! reader

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I was having a great day. I had just caught up with Rasmus, after his game, and we’d spent a few hours together at the stadium.

Naturally, a big hug was involved when I saw him—he’s my brother, after all.

But apparently, some things in life don’t go as smoothly as you’d think. And apparently, Pablo Gavi has the detective skills of a blind squirrel.

I walked through the door of our apartment, humming, when I noticed Pau sitting on the couch, looking like someone had just told him the world’s worst news.

His arms were crossed, his brow furrowed, and he was staring at the wall in silence.

"Hey, amor!" I called, kicking off my shoes. "You good?"

No answer. He just sat there, brooding.

"Uh, Pau?" I said, frowning as I moved closer. "What’s up? Did Pedro make fun of your hair again?"

Still nothing.

I stood in front of him, waving a hand in his face. Finally, he glanced at me with the most dramatic sigh I had ever heard in my life.

"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to find out from someone else?" he said, his voice full of doom and gloom.

I blinked. "Tell you what?"

He stood up, hands on his hips like he was getting ready for a confrontation. "About the Danish guy."

Now I was even more confused. "Danish guy? What Danish guy?"

"Don’t play dumb," Pau said, pacing back and forth like some detective piecing together a mystery. "Pablo saw you. Hugging some guy. A Danish footballer, to be exact."

And then it clicked. I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing so hard, I had to lean against the door for support. Pau stopped pacing and looked at me like I had just told him I was an alien.

"This isn’t funny," he said, looking offended. "I’m serious, Y/N."

"Wait," I gasped, tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. "You think I’m cheating on you?"

"Well…" He faltered, crossing his arms again defensively. "Pablo made it sound bad."

I wiped away my tears, still chuckling. "Pau, the Danish footballer I hugged was my brother."

He froze mid-pace, blinking rapidly. "Your… brother?"

"Yes, Rasmus," I said, still trying to catch my breath. "You know, tall, blonde, plays for United? Remember?”

I could practically see the gears turning in his head. His eyes widened in realization, and his face turned redder than Barcelona’s kit.

"Oh my god," he muttered, rubbing his face with both hands. "I’m so stupid."

"No kidding!" I said, crossing my arms now, mirroring his earlier stance. "You seriously thought I’d cheat on you—with my brother?"

He groaned loudly, sinking back onto the couch. "Okay, okay, I messed up. I just… Pablo came to me all dramatic, and I panicked!"

"Pablo’s the last person you should listen to," I said, rolling my eyes. "You know that."

"Yeah, well, it was the way he said it," Pau mumbled, covering his face in embarrassment.

"He made it sound like you were all… cozy with some random dude."

I shook my head, still laughing a little. "Pau, I’m not cozy with anyone but you. And maybe our dog, but that’s it."

He peeked at me through his fingers, pouting like a sad puppy. "I’m sorry, amor. I was being dumb."

"Yeah, you were," I teased, sitting down beside him. "But I forgive you."

He let out a relieved breath, pulling me into a hug. "I don’t know what I’d do if you—"

"Oh, stop it," I interrupted, playfully hitting his chest. "You’re stuck with me, dummy."

We sat there for a moment, me resting my head on his shoulder as he held me close. I could feel him relax, the tension finally leaving his body.

But then, I couldn’t resist. "You know," I said, grinning up at him, "I think you owe Rasmus an apology too. You know, for thinking he was trying to steal your girl."

Pau groaned, burying his face in my hair. "I’m never going to live this down, am I?"

"Not a chance," I replied, laughing. "And you might want to have a chat with Pablo too. I bet he’s spreading this everywhere."

Pau sat up, eyes wide with realization. "Oh, I’m going to kill Pablo."

I grinned, kissing his cheek. "Just make sure you tell him to stop playing detective first."

"I will," Pau muttered, shaking his head. "How did I let this happen?"

"Love makes you do crazy things," I teased, snuggling back into his chest.

He sighed, finally laughing a little. "Well, at least you didn’t dump me for your brother."

I snorted. "Yeah, that’d be one for the tabloids."