#cubarsí x reader

[xopedri]

shady lane!

loosely inspired by the song shady lane by pavement.

warnings: spanish throughout

a/n: merry christmas/christmas eve!!

“cuba, you should go on a date sometime, let loose a little. solo tienes diecisiete.” pau’s friend suggested, another adding on, “el tiene razón, y’know.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.” pau paused as he glanced at them, then back at the fifa match they were in the middle of playing.

“i don’t think i’m ready yet; with all the media attention and stress… it’s gonna be hard to add a girl to that.”

his friends all collectively nodded at the boy’s statement. he did have a point, to be fair.

“i could set you up with this girl i know, just for fun.” his friend replied, interrupting the silence in the room.

“make it a blind date!” another suggested, looking at pau with an expecting grin.

the brunette sighed as he relented. “give me 20 bucks and i’ll do it. no promises we’ll end up dating or something though.”

they all burst out laughing as his opponent in the fifa match scored a goal while he was distracted.

“que tramposo eres, cabron!” pau jokingly exclaimed as he playfully hit his friend.

———————

pau arrived at the cafe he was told to go to, not knowing exactly who to look for besides a name.

after a few moments, you glanced around and saw a boy who looked just as clueless as you— so you went up to him.

“are you… pau?” you spoke, forgetting his name for a moment.

“yeah, that’s me.” the brunette replied as he looked over your features. you were pretty. very pretty.

“well, hi.” you muttered with a chuckle after a second of awkward silence.

“hi.” pau said, returning your smile with a big grin that he was pretty known for.

“sorry, i didn’t really expect to be set up with a famous footballer.” you joked as you looked up at him, the boy laughing at your words in response.

“well… what’re you in the mood for?” the boy spoke after a few seconds, looking at the numerous variations of coffee, matcha, and tea that cafe had.

you thought for a moment as you ordered your drink as well as a pastry that looked too tasty to not order, pau following and ordering his things too.

after receiving your food, you both sat down at a table in a corner of the cafe far from the large windows.

“sorry, i didn’t want to get noticed by a bunch a fans and mess this up.” pau apologized as he looked at you.

“don’t apologize, i get it.” you assured him as you looked at his eyes. they were a striking blue color that just made him— beautiful.

the boy gave you a small smile in response as the date went on, you two chatting away as you both forgot about your food and drinks.

after an hour or so, you and pau decided to finish the date here.

“it was nice talking to you, y/n.” pau muttered with a soft smile as he looked at you.

“it was nice talking to you too.” you said as you and the boy you had just met today walked out of the café.

you were both outside, about to say your goodbyes for now, until you spoke.

“pau?”

“hm?” he replied with a slight eyebrows raise you noticed he did every time you said his name.

“can we do this again— soon?” you suggested, deciding to make a move since you liked this boy. he was almost… comforting, in a way.

pau looked at you for a moment, processing the fact that you just asked for a second date.

the brunette smiled as he answered, “yeah, can i get your number? so we can plan something?”

“yeah, of course.” you responded as you typed your number into his phone, the cold making your hands shaky.

“i’ll text you.” pau told you as he saved your contact in his phone.

“yeah, that’s fine.” you said, flashing him a smile.

“see you soon, y/n.”

“bye now!” you exclaimed as you waved him goodbye, him walking down the sidewalk.

the cold winter breeze made you take a sip of the to-go cup of hot chocolate you left with as you realized you were kind of already starting to miss this boy.

suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. reaching for it, you felt the cold glass screen of the phone from lack of using it this past hour.

you unlocked your phone to be met with a unsaved number.

“its pau” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ “i had fun today, does next friday work for you?”

tysm for reading! all likes, reposts, and comments are welcome and very appreciated!!

[httpsdana]

hey girllll! Could you write something about jealous cuba🥰 the request is a little long and could be confusing😭

So basically reader and pau have been secretly dating for like a year or so (only lamine and hector know) and they have been in the same friend group since they’re little, yk like all of the la masia kids that are around cubas age (lamine, hector, marc,..) and one night they decided to go out to have dinner together, like hector with his gf and all of the other! And one of their friend is kinda flirty towards reader and pau gets all jealous and everything but he can’t really anything because not everybody knows!

The Secret of Us~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

The restaurant buzzed with laughter, as the La Masia group filled one of the tables. They had decided to visit their friend Marc Guiu, who had transferred to London in the summer, and to spend their New Year's Eve there.

y/n sat beside Pau, their fingers brushing against each other under the table, a reminder of the little secret they hid from everyone at the table–everyone beside Lamine and Hector.

Everyone was joking around, enjoying each other's presence. Pau sat quietly, talking when necessary and laughing at the jokes. Before one of the guys at the table caught his attention with his words.

“so, y/n” he started, making all heads turn to him. “have you always looked this pretty or is it something new? Did you change your hair maybe?”

Pau's eyebrows furrowed as his grip on her thigh tightened.

y/n laughed slightly at his words before answering him. “same old, nothing new here”

“So you've always been this glowy when we go out huh? Are you sure nothing has changed?” the guys teased, making Lamine and Hector look at each other with a knowing look

“thank you for the compliment, but I assure you I'm still the same” she chuckled, feeling her cheeks burn up at the attention she was receiving from everyone

“Come on, dude. Choose another girl to hit on” Lamine joked, but he noticed Pau's tense body and his angry face.

“I'm just telling the truth” their friend said, giving y/n a wink before Hector changed the subject quickly.

Pau sat there quietly, not saying anything for the rest of the dinner, even when y/n asked him if he was okay, he just nodded his head and looked away.

As the group left the restaurant, they decided to walk around the city of London for a while.

While every two or three people walked by each other's side, y/n waited for Pau to walk beside her behind the rest.

“Is everything okay? you were too quiet in there” she asked, brushing her fingers against his on purpose.

“you look beautiful always, why did he have to say it randomly at dinner?” he huffed, making y/n's lips twitch up in a smile.

“you're mad about that?” she grinned, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“No, I'm mad that no one can know that you're mine,” he pouted, making her heart flutter.

“me and you both know that I'm yours. no one has to know for it to be true” she held his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“I know but it's just…all I wanted to do in there was kiss you just so he would back off” Pau confessed, making her giggle slightly.

“well you can still kiss me now” she suggested, making him look down at her with a grin.

They stopped walking, waiting for the group to get further ahead of them. He reached over to cradle her face, his big hands holding her cheeks as his thumb ran over her bottom lip.

Without hesitation he leaned down, kissing her deeply, pouring out all his jealousy into this kiss.

He pulled back to take a breath, before leaning down once again, except this time they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They pulled away quickly, only to see Lamine standing there with a smirk.

“we're waiting for you two. you're lucky Hector managed to keep the others busy while you two kissed each other's faces off” he pulled a disgusted face, making Pau shove him away playfully.

“let's go amor” Pau reached for her hand, pulling her with them.

“lets go amor” Lamine mimicked him while pulling a funny face, making y/n burst into laughter while Pau groaned next to her.

“you two are insufferable” he shook his head, though the smile never left his face as they joined the rest of their friends, the secret of them still hidden from the world.

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[pedriache]

hey queen! Could you do a angst of Pau cubarsi? Pau and reader having an argument before going to his family gathering. Pau’s sister noticed that reader is quite upset and talks with Pau about it. When they return home, they’ll talk about it and everything! 🫶🏼

Coming clean — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: An unresolved argument with Pau had ruined your whole night. Luckily for you, Irene is right there to help you get Pau to come clean.

Word count: 1.17k

Disclaimer/s: arguing , angst to resolved ending.

A/N: it’s 3:45 am and i can’t sleep so here is this! + hi Bea! how about you try to end a fucking post w out it ending in a kiss???🤦‍♀️

The car ride to Pau’s parent’s house was silent. No music, no talking, just pure and tense, silence. The lingering anger from the argument that had only happened ten minutes ago was still fresh.

Even when you arrived, at least a foot apart, you still hadn’t talked. You separated from each other instantly; Pau finding his cousins and you wandering around aimlessly.

Irene watched as you arrived, she could sense that something was off when instead of finding her or her parents, you milled around the food table.

She pushed off the counter she was leaning against and made her way towards you. When Irene called out your name, you plopped a grape into your mouth before turning to face her with a forced smile.

“Irene! Hi!” Your expression falters when you see the way she was looking at you—pity. “What?”

“Let’s go take a walk, yeah?”

Your eyes dart to Pau, who was busy conversing with his cousins. “Okay, yeah. Where to?”

Looking around, the girl points to the back door. “My mom’s flowers started to bloom, want to take a look?” Subtle. Very, very subtle, Irene.

Lips pulling into a thin line, you nod. Irene spins on her heels and marches her way towards the door. You pass Pau, but he doesn’t bother looking in your direction, though you knew he saw you by the tick of his jaw.

Trying not to scoff, you take a deep breath and follow Irene out the door. The spring air hits you comfortingly and the view of Mrs.Cubarsí’s flower garden brings a genuine smile to your face.

“It’s really improved since the last time I was here.” You comment, bending down to sniff one of the vibrant flowers.

Irene hums in agreement. “So, what happened with you and Pau?” When your head snaps in her direction, she chuckles. “Sorry, I just noticed you two were unusually distant and you looked upset.”

You let out a quiet, “oh!” Before you continue. “We argued. It’s a communication problem.” You wave your hand as if to dismiss the problem, but a butter taste lingers on your tongue.

“Okay… tell me about it? Pau is usually an open book, or at least, he used to be.”

You snort at the last part. “Used to be, yeah. Not anymore. For some reason, he’s been holding things back recently, and oh! Yesterday, I went to hold his hand and he—well, he pushed his hand back into his pocket.” You point at the house, though not directly to wherever Pau probably was. “Him avoiding affection? Not normal.”

Irene’s forehead creases in confusion. Pau had never, not once, refused to show you affection. In fact, he was always seeking it out. “Okay, yeah, weird. What did he say when you tried to talk to him?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “he said that I was ‘reading too much into things’ and that I was, ‘being dramatic’. I’m staring to think—“ Your mouth clamps shut, you couldn’t say that.

Giving you a look, Irene urges you to continue. “Think..?”

“That he’s..” You run your hand over your mouth, “that maybe he’s falling out of love. It’s stupid, I know, but I can’t help but assume, y’know?”

Frowning, Irene nods in understanding. “He loves you, i’m sure of it. He’s just being difficult. Maybe you two should leave early, talk it out?” She pauses, “or I can give him a talking to.”

Your eyes widen, “no! No. Do not talk to him, i’ll figure it out. Just.. need to figure out what to say first.”

“Let’s go back to the party and you contemplate while we stuff our faces, perhaps?”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

When the gathering was over and Pau was driving you back home, you play with the hem of your skirt. “Pau?” You speak quietly, not sparing him a glance.

Pau turns in your direction momentarily, offering you a short, “hm?”

“Can we talk.. please?”

No matter how upset, or annoyed Pau maybe be, he couldn’t resist the pleading tone in your voice. “I guess.” He answers, “what do you want to talk about?”

“Why you’re upset with me. I mean, before our argument. Clearly I did something to hurt you, or maybe you just..” Your voice fades into nothing, scared to speak.

“Just what?” He doesn’t comment on the parts before that, so you know you definitely did something wrong.

You pick at the lace harder, “I know it’s probably me reaching, but, I just thought that maybe you are like—“ You were tripping over words, too embarrassed to speak them out loud. Forcing yourself to come clean, you take a breath, “maybe you were falling out of love.”

The car lurches to a halt, right at a red light. Pau’s head whips in your direction, “what? No! Jesus, baby, no! Not that! I love you, I do.”

His words of reassurance made you feel a sense of relief, but still, your theories about upsetting him were only becoming easier to believe. “I love you too, but, my question still stands. What did I do to upset you, and how do I make it right?”

As Pau begins to drive again, he sighs. “The other day, when we were having dinner with the guys and their girlfriends, why did you lean away from me when I tried to kiss you?”

You did that?

Genuine surprise takes over your face. “Wait, what did I do? Shit, Pau, I didn’t even realize.”

His bottom lip tugs between his teeth as he turns into your driveway. “Are you sure? Because it felt intentional.” His words had bite to them, whether he meant to or not.

“Seriously, I would’ve never done that intentionally. Is that why you’ve been so withdrawn?” You frown, leaning your head back against the headrest and unbuckling while Pau parks.

He nods shamefully, “sorry, I just got upset. I was being a dick when I should have just talked to you about it. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, to annoyed with himself to face you.

“Pau.” You sigh out, “look at me.”

He does just that, meeting your eyes with a pained look. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. You can’t do this again, though.” You give him a warning tone, “and you owe me, big time.”

Nodding, Pau grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “After my next game, we should go on a date. Anywhere you want to go, i’ll take you.”

Tapping your chin, you ponder the idea. “How about a movie night? I want alone time, and you will be watching every movie I chose, got it? Oh, and please bring snacks.”

A smile forms on Pau’s lips, causing one to grown on yours. “Anything you want. Make a list, i’ll stop by the store on the way here.”

Sitting up and gathering your things, you nod. “Will do! Goodnight, I love you.”

“Goodnight, I love you.” Pau leans over, meeting your lips in a soft kiss.

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[n0vazsq]

Just like you | Pau Cubarsi x Reader

pairing . . . pau cubarsi x gf!reader

summary . . . Celebrating the Copa del Rey win with your boyfriend, Pau

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.3k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . moodboard isnt moodboarding but beside that UGSBHNJJSHGD I NEED ME A PAU RIGH HERE RIGHT NOW I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN FRR

. . . The night was electric. The stadium lights bathed the pitch in a golden glow as the roar of the crowd echoed into the sky. Barcelona had just claimed a fantastic victory in the Copa del Rey final, and Pau was in the centre of it all. But while his teammates celebrated wildly, Pau’s eyes searched the stands, scanning for one face in particular, yours.

You had been there, cheering louder than anyone, your voice hoarse from shouting throughout the entire match. As a lifelong Barca fan, this moment was a dream come true for you too. Seeing Pau, your boyfriend, lift the greatly desired trophy with his team was a sight you would never forget.

After the chaos of the celebration on the field, Pau finally caught sight of you. His face broke into the biggest grin, and he gestured for you to come down. Security didn’t stop you; you were already known as his biggest fan, or girlfriend. As you made your way onto the field, Pau jogged toward you, the trophy still clutched tightly in his hand.

"Amor!" he called, his voice filled with excitement and pride.

You barely had time to reply before he swept you into his arms, spinning you around as laughter flowed out of both of you. The way he looked at you in that moment; his green eyes sparkling with pure joy, his face glowing with pride and love, made your heart skip a beat. The crowd around you faded into the background as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours.

"We did it!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and happiness. "Can you believe it?"

"You did it," you corrected, cupping his face with your hands. "I’m so proud of you, Pau. You were amazing out there."

His cheeks flushed at your praise, but his grin only widened. "I couldn’t have done it without you. Knowing you were here made a difference."

Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you, soft and full of emotion. The world seemed to pause in that moment. It didn’t matter that thousands of fans and cameras surrounded you; all that mattered was him and the love you shared.

When he finally pulled away, he held the trophy out to you. "Here," he said, his voice warm. "This is yours too."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Pau, I didn’t score the goals or defend like you guys did."

"No, but you’ve been with me through everything," he insisted. "The late nights, the tough matches, the injuries. This victory is as much yours as it is mine."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you accepted the trophy, holding it carefully. "It’s heavier than it looks," you joked, trying to lighten the moment, but your voice shook with emotion.

Pau laughed slightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "That’s why we’re a team. We carry the weight together."

The two of you stayed on the field for a while longer, soaking in the atmosphere and taking pictures together with the trophy. Pau’s teammates came over to congratulate you, their teasing making you laugh.

"Looks like Pau’s got himself a lucky charm," one of them joked, clapping him on the back.

The celebrations carried on late into the night. Back in the locker room, the atmosphere was delightful. Pau kept you close, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders as his teammates sang, danced, and sprayed champagne. You couldn’t help but laugh as Pau got caught in the havoc of a champagne shower, his hair dripping and his grin never fading.

Later, the team headed out to a special banquet to celebrate their victory. Pau never let go of your hand, introducing you proudly to everyone as his girlfriend. The way he looked at you throughout the evening, his gaze soft and full of adoration, made your cheeks flush. He would lean in occasionally, brushing a kiss to your temple or whispering something sweet in your ear, making you smile.

After the banquet, Pau surprised you with a small, private celebration. He had arranged for a quiet corner of the rooftop, the city skyline stretched out before you, the lights twinkling like stars.

"Pau, this is beautiful," you said, turning to him with a look of pure adoration.

"I wanted to do something special for you," he said, pulling out a chair for you to sit. "You’ve been my support through everything, and I wanted to thank you properly."

As you sat together, sipping your drinks and reminiscing about the match, Pau reached across the table to take your hand in his. "I meant what I said earlier," he began, his voice soft but steady. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’ve believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself."

Your heart swelled at his words. "You’ve worked so hard for this, Pau. You deserve every bit of success."

He smiled, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "Having you by my side makes it all the better."

The two of you stayed on the rooftop long into the night, talking and laughing as the city hummed quietly below. Pau’s gaze never left you, his eyes filled with a love so deep it made your chest ache.

As the night stretched on, Pau pulled you closer under the soft glow of the roof lights. His fingers gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his eyes searched yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, he added, "Not just tonight, not just because of how you look. You’re beautiful because of the way you light up my life. Because of the way you believe in me, even when I don’t."

The weight of his words brought tears to your eyes, but before they could fall, he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and slow, filled with all the love and gratitude he couldn’t put into words. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your skin as he deepened the kiss, and for a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. "I want to remember this moment forever," he said softly, reaching for his phone. "Let’s take a picture."

You laughed as he positioned the camera, pulling you closely against his side. "Smile,”"he said, but the grin already on his face was wide enough for both of you. He snapped a few pictures, then turned the phone to show you.

In one photo, your head was tilted back mid laugh as he gazed at you with clear adoration. Another captured you two staring at each other lovingly, soft siles grazing your faces. "These are perfect," he said, his voice brimming with happiness. "Just like tonight. Just like you."

As you looked at the photos together, Pau pulled you into another kiss, this one sweet and filled with the kind of pure, unfiltered joy that only came from being with someone who made you feel like home.

When you finally returned to your room, Pau pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you drifted off to sleep. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were the perfect end to a perfect day.

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[pedricos]

boyfriend headcanons with the birthday boy cubarsi

Pau Cubarsí – boyfriend headcanons .ᐟ

a.n: happy birthday big booyy!! eng is not my first language, sorry

warnings: none, just very fuffly!!

₊˚ bf!Pau who will accept do every tiktok trend you ask him to do with you.

₊˚ bf!Pau who is the perfect photographer bf.

₊˚ bf!Pau gives you shy kisses when you compliment him!!!

₊˚ bf!Pau who will carry you around if you ask to.

“your feet are hurting? come here!”

“are you tired of walking? here, cariña”

₊˚ bf!Pau who will give you his shoes if yours are hurting you.

₊˚ bf!Pau whose family loves you so much!!!

₊˚ bf!Pau who lovesss to hear you yapping about your day.

₊˚ bf!Pau who always asks for you to show the things you bought.

₊˚ bf!Pau whos slowly learning about make up for you.

₊˚ bf!Pau who is just a baby in a big boy's body.

₊˚ bf!Pau who will bring extra coats cause he knows you gets cold easily.

₊˚ bf!Pau who take notes on what you say you want to buy it for you!!! it's expensive? he doesn't care, as long it's for you.

₊˚ bf!Pau who likes secret make out sessions between breaks on his training days.

₊˚ bf!Pau whose first time was with you, and was happy knowing your's were with him.

check out my masterlist .ᐟ

i love cubarsi smm, happy birthday for himm!!

im still taking requests!! bye bye, hope u like it 💋

[universefcb]

↬❥ Big boy

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: When he gets freaked out by the huge height difference between you.

a/n: I don't like writing dirty things, but writing about this Pau Cubarsí made me crazy! I'm in love with it. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.

Made for this request.

warnings: Pau Cubarsí is a naughty guy, he's a fiery boyfriend, a boyfriend crazy about the reader.

You took a sip of juice through a straw and watched your boyfriend play ball with some unknown kids on the beach. You smiled as you watched him lift two kittens in his arms, one on each side. You were drawn to the thick veins that appeared on his arm and you bit your lip. Your boyfriend was a big boy.

He continued to play and you watched. Few fans stopped to ask for photos, the beach was practically deserted and you thanked him mentally. You saw your boyfriend approaching after finishing the game with the children. Those who were now with their respective parents.

“You’re so thoughtful. We’re still too young to have a baby,” he joked, lying down next to her on the lounger.

“I was just looking at how handsome my boyfriend is.” Her hands held his biceps, pressing her chest against his. Only to seal her lips on his in a quick kiss.

“I feel embarrassed like this,” he chuckled softly, trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck.

His kisses on your neck were wet, and he sucked on your skin, and you already knew that a huge mark would be born.

“Pau…” you gasped, closing your eyes and squeezing his arms in your hand. “We’re in public..!

He chuckled against your neck, pulling away. Your eyes met and you reveled in the sight of that bright green staring back at you.

“I’m just going to take a dip and then we can leave.” He said, and got up, running towards the sea, throwing himself in.

You laughed, picking up your magazine and flipping through it again. You hadn't gone into the sea because of a small injury on your leg, so you chose to sit there. After a few minutes he came back.

You handed him the towel, and he dried his hair and torso afterwards. He helped you carry your things to put in the car. The sunset was beautiful, and Bife decided to take a picture of this wonderful landscape.

“I stayed still.” Cubarsí asked, taking his cell phone out of his pocket and taking pictures from different angles. “Hot..”

You smiled embarrassedly. Pau always praised you with these comments, or teased you with silly hands at inappropriate times. The boy only had an innocent face, but in reality he was a huge rascal.

You got into the car, and he drove calmly. You would never get used to the idea that Pau was now driving and had his own car.

As soon as he parked in front of your house, he looked at you with big eyes, like a begging puppy.

“Sleep at my house, it’s been a while since I’ve had you in my arms” your voice came out tearful and you laughed, circling his face with your hands, to get closer and brush the tip of his nose with yours.

“You have a game tomorrow morning, and if I sleep over at your house it will only be a nuisance.” He sighed, knowing it was true. “You need to play well so I can tell everyone what a hard-working and great player my boy is!

He smiled, bringing his face closer to hers. Lightly biting her lower lip. He held her hand, but seconds later he looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” you looked at your joined hands, and then laughed, already knowing why he was reacting. “You’re huge!

You saw him smile sideways “Not in that sense, idiot” you nudged him with your free hand, feeling shy due to the boy’s impure thoughts.

“You’re so tiny! My baby, my little baby.” He opened his hands, placing his palm over hers. “Wow!

His hands were much bigger than yours, the boy was very tall, at six feet and eighty-five. And you were almost a foot shorter than him. But it was no reason to complain, it was a reason to be proud just knowing that you have a huge boyfriend, who can carry you in his arms when you are sick or hold you like a baby when you are needy, you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“You’re a huge boy!” You laughed, looking at him. He came closer again, starting to place kisses on your mouth, which were all returned. His huge hands were around you, holding you tightly. “Pau…”

You tried to speak, but he kissed you as if you were going to run away, and you really were.

“No..!” He mumbled, trailing kisses down her neck. “I miss you, I miss having you in my bed, or finding your clothes in my room. Please, just sleep tonight, I promise to play well tomorrow!”

You laughed at the boy's insistence. You sighed, caressing his puffy cheek.

“Okay, I'll just tell my parents and get some clothes.” She was going to get out of the car, but Pau stopped her.

“Wear one of my blouses”

“If I wear one of your shirts, we won’t sleep at night,” she blew kisses before getting out of the car, leaving Cubarsí completely speechless – or maybe with something else –

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[halfwayhearted]

Heyy!! Could you please do an imagine with Pau and reader where he admires her eyes but she doesn't like them becuase they're brown.Thank you soo muchh!! Love your writing btww!!!❤️ :)

Moments — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: He loves admiring you, especially your eyes, with a fascination that you don’t quite understand.

Word Count: 425+

Disclaimer/s — Just fluff, a bit short.

A/N: IM SOOO SICK. January 8th can’t come ANY. SLOWER. Also reader doesn’t necessarily dislike her eyes or anything…

“Fine, fine. I give in! What’re you looking at, Pau?”

The boy in question straightens his posture and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Was he seriously acting confused? “What do you mean, what am I looking at? I’m looking at you. I’ve been looking at you this whole time,” he tells you.

“I can see that. But why? There’s a whole movie going on and you’re only focused on me. This is quite literally the best part of the entire movie.”

His expression relaxes, and he smiles. “Is it?”

“Well, to me it is. Do you want me to rewind it?”

“Yeah—yes, rewind it. I’ll pay attention this time.”

“Pau, what’s got your attention so badly? Is there something on my face?” You question, your eyes widening slightly. “If there’s something on my face and you’ve done nothing but stare at me and stay completely silent, movie night is over, I fear.”

He lets out a laugh. “There’s nothing on your face. The light is just hitting you, your eyes look pretty.”

“How so?” You question, not really understanding his constant gaze. Were they brightened? Your eyes were brown. Brown was pretty, you just didn’t know why it made him look at you so often.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “They just… look really pretty. And you look beautiful, of course.”

Your cheeks flush and you look away. “Pau, oh my God. Enough with that! Please, look away now.”

His laughter fills the air once again. “What!”

“I’m serious! No more. Just focus on the movie.”

“I am focusing. I’ve been focused,” Pau defends, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, gently pulling you against him. “What’s so bad about me saying your eyes look pretty? Don’t believe me?”

You groan, “Well! Well, I mean, like, I don’t know.”

“I always compliment your eyes. It’s not new.”

“No, it’s not. I just—what’s your favorite color?”

“Brown,” he answers almost instantly, and that’s enough for you to sit up, your gaze narrowing.

You felt sick. “See! You know what you’re doing!”

“You’re such a baby,” he teases, repeating his usual move and pulling you back into him. “Okay, so what’s your favorite color? Tell me that.”

“Hm… like, a blue-ish green-ish color. Yeah, that.”

That’s when he hums, ruffling your hair. “Y’know, that’s oddly similar to the color of my eyes.”

“Is it? I couldn’t really tell,” you reply innocently.

“Alright, alright. I’m finished. Now we can finally watch the movie. How does that sound? Good?”

Nestling closer to him, you echo, “Sounds good.”

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[bluem1ngs]

Oh My Angel

She looked over ahead from the balcony. Her eyes reminiscences the city, taking in its significance as well as the Spanish-style building's details.

The moonlight was delicate at first; the heavenly strays of light fell from the moon of the heavens.

She is a beauty.

She wore a white lace nightgown with her hair let down. The voluminous curls falling over her bare shoulders.

He watched her from afar, admiring her for who she was.

She turned around to see him standing there,

She is a beauty. Yes, a true beauty; angelic eyes, unearthly lips.

He walked up to her, his hands gently held her face, leaving her feeling heavenly.

She looked at him with that gentleness & humane stare that had the power to make him fall to his knees.

He took in the sight of her. She’s a woman who’s beauty cannot be replicated. You cannot trace an image of her soul & make it your own. She runs deeper than the eye—she’s a feeling.

He’d never love a woman like he loves her.

She placed a vinyl onto the record player, beginning to sway along to the music.

He held his hand out for her to take.

She smiled with reverence, & took his hand in hers.

He set his hands on her waist and they began to dance to the music, hand in hand, slowly, rhythmically.

He only focused on her. She looked past his shoulder, and she looked so beautiful there in his arms.

He took in every nuance of her as he twirled her around.

He adored her with all his whole heart.

In his eyes, all he saw was her; nothing else mattered.

He spun her around once more,

& the sound of her beautiful laughter sent his heart racing uncontrollably.

She is the one who holds his heart in her hands,

& for all he cared she could do whatever she wanted with it.

There could never possibly be anyone else.

She was the one for him & he knew it since the moment he first laid eyes on her.

[crazykitsch]

hii could you do a boyfriend headcanon with pau cubarsí please? 🙏🏻

Pau Cubarsí : boyfriend headcanons

⤷ What it would be like to date Pau Cubarsí.

pairing: Pau Cubarsí x reader

warnings: none

୨୧ You see, Pau is a whipped man...

- He'll treat his girl like the princess she is.

- It is y/n on no1 and everything else comes after that.

- And ofcourse his friends would tease him for that!!

୨୧ Vacations.

- Now this man would 100% take you on family vacations, good thing his family absolutely loves his girl and their relationship!

୨୧ Athletic bf x supportive gf.

- Now Cubarsí is a veeeery talented player, ofcourse you'd support him in anything!!

- He wouldn't really tell you.. but he really appreciates it when you show up to trainings and matches.

- Like the clingy man he is, he wants a 'good luck kiss' before every match.

୨୧ He'd take you to family gatherings.

- You know those little meet-ups with your extended family? He'd take you to those.

- It goes from sitting cozily with his mom, to gossiping with his older sister and playing with his little nieces.

- His extended family obviously adores you because.. it's you! 💗

- Pau would get a little annoyed though if you give all of your attention to other people😭.

A/n: Hi i'm sooo deeply sorry for leaving again🙏, i've been super busy with school(work). Honestly I still am but summer break starts in 1 1/2 months so I'll definitely upload more then!

[xopedri]

license!

summary. your boyfriend shows off his new drivers license.

a/n. he’s the cutestt i couldn’t resist writing this blurb

warnings. reader is underage, calling him cuba/cubarsi

cubarsí had turned eighteen today, and it meant that he could finally legally drive.

you laughed when you noticed your boyfriend carefully pull into your driveway with his brand-new car.

“you’re seriously bragging right now?” you joked, getting into the car that had that trademark new-car smell.

“it’s not my fault you’re younger than me and won’t get to experience this for another year.” your boyfriend smugly said.

you jokingly pouted in response, before quickly going to look at the new features in the car. even if you didn’t have a license yet, you still knew how to drive and understood how to work a car; probably better than him to be honest.

“you can’t wait for your own, huh?” cuba teased, his smile growing bigger every passing moment.

“you’re rubbing salt in the wound!” you playfully exclaimed, making him laugh in response.

“wait, i haven’t even seen your license yet.” you said, the boy letting out a soft sigh as he reached into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out his license.

you looked at the photo, glancing between the card and him as you spoke, “awww, cuba you look adorable!”

“okay, okay, enough, i don’t want to lose it the same day i got it.” he said between chuckles as he took back his license.

after a few minutes of playing with the carplay, you played music and laid back.

“well… let’s drive somewhere!”

“where would we even go?” he said, looking through the camera to pull out of the driveway.

“anywhere, it doesn’t matter.” you shrugged, paying attention to the new driver and how cautious he was.

“wanna drive near the coast?” he suggested, you immediately nodding.

“god, i can’t wait ‘til it’s summer. i’m gonna make you drive us to the beach every day you’re free.” you said, smiling at the thought.

“you’ll pay for the gas though!”

“deal!”

tysm for reading! all likes, reposts, and comments are welcome and very appreciated!! 💕

[httpsdana]

Hey could you write something where reader have to meets pau cubarsi's friends since they are together but she's shy and she's anxious they'll find her not enough for him but it ends well

(I love your stories theyre so cool<3)

First Impressions~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

“Isn't it gonna be weird that I know basically everything about them and they have no idea who I am?” y/n asked, nervously tapping her fingers on Pau’s thigh.

Pau sighed while Irene chuckled from the driver's seat.

“They know who you are, bebé,” he said, grabbing her hand to stop her from fidgeting.

“They probably know the color of your socks too,” Irene said, making y/n look at Pau with wide eyes.

“What?” she asked, waiting for Pau to explain.

A red blush crept onto his cheeks as he rolled his eyes at his sister's words.

“Just shut up and drive, Irene,” he grumbled as his sister burst into laughter, while his girlfriend looked at him cluelessly.

“I need to get my license as soon as possible,” he mumbled more to himself, but y/n heard him, which made her chuckle.

Still, it didn't help ease the nerves she was feeling. Pau noticed she was quieter than usual and knew she was nervous about meeting his friends, though she wouldn't admit it.

“You okay, guapa ?” he asked, his eyes studying her features.

She only hummed in response, looking out of the window to avoid the topic. But as soon as she pulled her lips between her teeth, Pau knew something else was on her mind.

He gently grabbed her chin, turning her head to meet her gaze.

“What's wrong?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing her chin.

“It's just...” She sighed, trying to look anywhere but at him. “What if they think you deserve better?"

Pau raised his eyebrows, surprised by her confession.

“Better?” he repeated, his thumb moving to her cheekbone. She nodded slowly, meeting his pretty eyes again.

“There’s no better for me, cariño. You’re the best for me,” he said softly, his thumb continuing its gentle motion against her cheek.

“We're here!” Irene cheered, turning back to look at the couple.

“You okay?” she asked y/n when she noticed her pale face.

y/n gave her a small smile and nodded before Pau got out of the car, offering her his hand.

She took it immediately, not letting go when she stepped out of the car.

“I’ll call you when we’re done,” Pau told his sister, who shook her head in response.

“No way. I’m going to see my boyfriend and spending the night at his. Let one of your friends drop you two off or something,” she shrugged. Before Pau had the chance to reply, she had already driven off.

Pau turned to his girlfriend, who was holding his hand tightly.

“They’re gonna love you. I promise,” he whispered, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. She gave him her best smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Pau smiled softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, careful not to smudge her lipstick.

“Come on, princesa.”

The two of them stepped into the fancy restaurant. While Pau asked about their table, y/n looked around nervously, only to meet the eyes of the one and only Lamine Yamal.

She tightened her grip on Pau’s arm, trying to hide behind him. His eyes followed her gaze, and he smiled when he spotted his friends.

He began walking toward their table, y/n trailing behind him, careful not to let go of his hand.

“Pau, hermano, we’ve been waiting for like half an hour now,” Lamine teased, standing to hug him.

Pau chuckled and turned to y/n.

“Sorry, someone took their sweet time getting ready today.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed at his words, still not saying a word.

“I’m Lamine,” he introduced himself, extending his hand.

“y/n,” she replied in a low voice, shaking his hand hesitantly.

Hector, who was still seated, chuckled softly.

Her stomach dropped at the sound, suddenly feeling self-conscious, thinking he might be laughing at her.

“Trust me, we know who you are. Hector,” he said politely, standing to shake her hand.

She exhaled softly, feeling slightly more at ease.

The couple sat down as the three boys dove into their own conversation. y/n enjoyed the quiet, but mostly, she loved seeing Pau so enthusiastic around his friends. His hand rested gently on her thigh, giving it occasional squeezes to check on her.

“So, y/n...” Lamine started, drawing her attention in surprise.

She hadn’t expected them to talk to her, assuming she was just Pau’s quiet plus-one.

“I actually have no idea how to start a conversation with you. Your boyfriend has told us almost everything about you,” he teased, making Pau roll his eyes. The blush creeping up Pau’s neck gave him away.

“Oh, he has?” she asked, her earlier worry melting into a smile as she glanced at her boyfriend.

“Yep,” Hector joined in. “So... have your parents finally agreed to get your little sister a dog?”

y/n couldn’t help but laugh, turning to Pau as he buried his face in his hands.

After that, her nerves eased more and more. Hector and Lamine were incredibly kind and included her in their conversation as much as possible. She no longer felt judged like she feared.

When dinner ended, Pau excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving y/n with Hector and Lamine.

“As much as Pau talks about you, I didn’t imagine you’d be this amazing,” Lamine said, making her smile.

“You deserve to be with Pau, really. I’ve never seen him smile as wide as when he’s talking about you. It’s almost sickening,” Hector added, making her laugh.

“You guys are sweet. I was so nervous to meet you,” she confessed, earning chuckles from the two boys.

“Do we really look that mean?” Lamine joked.

“You? Not much. Hector, definitely,” she teased, making them both laugh again.

Pau watched them from afar, relieved to see his girlfriend finally at ease.

“Ready to go?” he asked as he returned to the table.

The three nodded, but then Pau remembered they didn’t have a ride.

“You’re dropping us off,” he said, pointing at Hector.

“I hate having a car,” Hector muttered, making the others laugh.

As they made their way to his car, Pau held his girlfriend close, kissing the top of her head.

“I hope you enjoyed your night, bebé,” he murmured into her hair.

She looked up at him with a smile, pulling his face down for a quick kiss.

“I did,” she whispered.

Their moment was interrupted by Lamine’s teasing voice.

“Ay, save the kissing for when you’re in the car!”

Pau rolled his eyes playfully as y/n giggled beside him.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head.

“I love you more, cariño.”

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[pedriache]

i need need NEED pau cubarsi x reader based on efecto by bad bunny especially the “en tus ojos veo el mar” lyric like GIRL i need this BAD 🙇🏻‍♀️

i love your writing sm ty if you do this 🥰

Efecto — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pau had never felt so strongly about someone before. He was fortunately, in deep for you.

Word count: 490+

Disclaimer/s: Allllll fluff ^_^

A/N: i probably didn’t fully follow this through im so sorry for that i just didn’t know what to write so so sorry anon its lowk badookie…

Every second Pau was around you made him feel like he was on drugs. You were an endless high, an endless euphoria injected into him just by your smile. So simple, but it made the boys knees buckle every time.

There he stood, only a few feet away—watching you interact with his friends, your bright smile lighting up your face. Pau could feel every other noise fall deaf on his ears when your laughter flooded his brain.

Pure adoration was evident on the boys face as he watched. It wasn’t simply adoration, it was love. He was in love with you so much so, it consumed him.

He still remembers the first night he met you. You’d been at a mutual friend’s birthday party and he hadn’t been able to look at anyone but you the whole night. When you finally looked in his direction, offering him the sweetest smile, he would never forget the way his stomach churned and he felt sweat trickle down his forehead. Just by a smile you already had his nerves running rampant.

Even a year later, when you were finally his, the feeling was just as strong, possibly stronger.

His gaze followed you as you excused yourself and turned in his direction. Your lips pulled into a smile the closer you got. “Why are you so emo?” You teased, which drove Pau crazy just seeing the slight smirk on your lips.

“I’m not emo, i’m observing.” He rolls his eyes, amusement clear in his tone.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, Pau does just the same, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. “Are you enjoying the party?” He asks when his lips part from yours.

You nod slightly, tilting your head up to him. Whatever you were saying, Pau wasn’t picking up on. He found himself lost in your eyes, the colors that swirled and tangled together, disappearing into your dilated pupils.

His favorite feature of yours was certainly your eyes. He could get lost in them for hours. They were like a riptide, and he was not about to fight it—sinking deeper and deeper into the water until he was suffocating within you. And every moment of it, God, he loved it.

“Pau?” You drawl out and he could hear the grin in your voice.

“Mhm?” He hums, not bothering to speak—his eye’s still trained in the depths of yours.

Your arms unlatch from his waist and Pau’s mouth forms a deep frown. “You didn’t hear a thing I said! Do you want to go get food or not?”

Blinking, Pau pulls himself from the daze you’d put him in. “Yeah, sure.” He swallows hard, his hands sliding away from your hips so you could tug him in the direction of the food table.

It was clear to Pau that you were oblivious to the affect you had on him and the only made him love you all the more.

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[n0vazsq]

For the best | Pau Cubarsi x Reader

pairing . . . pau cubarsi x gf!reader

summary . . . Pau's reaction to you having a day out with his mother

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 631

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . short bc i tweaked out so yeah

. . . Training had been tiring as usual, and Pau was using the short break to catch his breath on the sidelines.

He wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, scanning the pitch out of habit, when he noticed his teammates, Lamine, Hector, and Marc, huddled together over Lamine’s phone.

They were laughing in a way that suggested mischief, never a good sign.

"Pau," Lamine called, turning toward him with a grin that could only mean trouble.

"What is it now?" Pau asked, his tone tinged with suspicious amusement.

Marc could barely keep a straight face as he took the phone from Lamine. "Have you seen what your mother has been posting?"

Pau frowned, straightening in his seat. "No, why?"

Marc stepped closer and held the phone out for Pau to see. On the screen was a picture of his mother and you, standing in front of a boutique, arms draped with shopping bags, both of you smiling like you didn’t have a care in the world.

"When was this?" Pau asked, blinking in confusion, a slight smile forming on his face.

"Today," Hector chimed in, his grin growing. "Keep scrolling."

Pau swiped to the next image, which showed you and his mother at a cafe. The two of you were mid laugh, drink cups in hand, clearly enjoying yourselves.

"You didn’t know they were spending the day together?" Lamine asked, unconvinced.

"No, I didn’t," Pau replied, shaking his head. "Neither of them mentioned anything about it."

"That’s rough," Marc said, with mock pity. "They’ve probably been planning this for weeks, and you’re out here sweating through drills while they bond."

Lamine grinned. "Honestly, I’m impressed. Your girlfriend’s managed to win over your mom so easily, and you’re completely out of the question."

Hector leaned back on the bench, arms crossed, his expression amused. "They’re out there living their best lives together, and you didn’t even get a heads up."

Pau handed the phone back with a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "What do you want me to say? They’re obviously enjoying themselves."

"Enjoying themselves?" Marc repeated, eyebrows raised. "Pau, this is more than that. Your mom has practically adopted her."

"And you’re not worried about it at all?" Lamine asked, clearly fishing for a reaction.

"Why would I be?" Pau replied, his tone even, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "If anything, I think it’s a good thing."

Marc groaned dramatically. "Of course you do. She’s already your mother’s favorite, and you’re just here to carry the shopping bags when necessary."

"You’re making it sound like a bad thing," Pau defended calmly.

Lamine leaned forward, pretending to whisper conspiratorially. "Next time we see them, they’ll probably be wearing matching outfits."

Pau shrugged, unfazed. "And? If they are, I’ll tell them they look beautiful."

The boys stared at him, momentarily speechless. Pau took advantage of the silence, a grin on his face.

"Unbelievable," Héctor said, shaking his head. "You’re really not bothered?"

"Not even slightly," Pau replied. "She’s someone my mother approves of and cares for. That’s all that matters."

The teasing only escalated after that, Hector and Marc mimicking exaggerated phone calls to Pau's mother while Lamine doubled over with laughter. Pau let them have their fun, his smile never fading.

As they finally began to head back to the pitch, Marc clapped Pau on the back. "You’re a better man than I am. I’d be worried they’re plotting against me."

Pau laughed softly. "If they are, I’m sure it’s for the best."

With that, he jogged ahead to rejoin the drills, leaving his teammates shaking their heads in disbelief.

For all their teasing, Pau knew one thing for certain; having you and his mother get along so well was something to be proud of.

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[sports-on-sundays]

Hello!! I know the requests are closed, but when you can, could you write one about Pau Cubarsí having a girlfriend who races in the Formula 1 Academy or even other training categories. I really like your writing, it's very creative. Thanks!!

racer girl / Pau Cubarsí

Summary: Pau x Formula 1 Academy driver!girlfriend!reader - Pau is always there to cheer on his racing girlfriend.

Requested?: Yep! Thank you very much! Also, I really appreciate you saying my writing is creative; sometimes I don't feel like it is so I feel very encouraged to have someone say that! 😊

Author's Note: I didn't say it anywhere in here but it's basically implied that this is the reader's first race win!

After the best qualifying of your life, your entire body seems to be pumping with pure adrenaline, even long after you're out of the car and are now in the garage.

And if you thought things couldn't get any better, they do as soon as you feel your boyfriend's arms wrap around you from behind, and his proud voice exclaim, "Y/n! That was insane!"

You immediately start giggling and turn around to face him, saying with a little sigh as you use a towel to wipe a bit more of the sweat off your face, "I just don't know how I did it..."

Pau grins, saying softly, "I know how you did it."

You raise your eyebrows.

"An amazing driver like you isn't the kind to let a bad start set off your weekend." His smile softens a bit. "That's just one of the reasons why I feel so proud to call an amazing driver like that my girlfriend, too."

You grin, nodding, before settling down on one of the stools in the garage and saying with a little sigh, "It's just... this week has been so hard. With first, feeling sick at the beginning of the week, and then having two terrible free practice sessions... God, it's just been a lot."

Pau nods, gently resting his hand on your shoulder. "I know... But you were able to break through that. I'm so proud of you." He smiles, kissing the top of your head gently.

You let out a little sigh, glancing up to him. "Now let's just hope things go well for the rest of the weekend in the races."

He smiles. "I know you'll put your all into it. I believe in you." With that, he sits down by you in another chair in the garage, saying simply, "And just focus on the first race right now. After you win that one, then you can worry about the next one."

You smile softly, nodding a bit, though looking down at your hands clasped around your towel. "Yeah, you're right," you say with a little laugh. "One step at a time, right?"

He grins. "That's what you always seem to tell me when I'm too worried or too hard on myself in my sport. It goes the same for you, in yours."

"I guess, it's just... you know, you've been able to come this weekend. I'd hate to end this great start with some sort of terrible flunk."

"Oh, raise your eyes," he says gently, reaching over to place his hand on your shoulder again. "You'll do great. And I'll be proud of you whether you win both races or DNF both or anything in between. Because I'm impressed you do any of this at all. And I know that you put your everything into every single drive."

You smile softly, nodding. "Once again, you're right."

He nods, squeezing your shoulder. "Just as long as you're just as confident in yourself as I am in you, hm?"

Your soft smile shifts into a more determined grin as you nod, saying, "Oh, Pau, trust me."

And he just beams, exclaiming, "There you are! That's my racer girl!"

The moment Pau watches you spin out in the race, the first thing he feels is likely a much more dumbed-down devastation than what you must be feeling right now. And the next thing he feels is guilt.

Yesterday, he spent all that time reassuring you and telling you, essentially, you could and would win the race, and here you are, with your car in the barriers.

Before the race, you were so pumped, ready to do whatever it would take to stand on the top of the podium by the end of it and feel the pride swell within you to do so.

Now, as Pau watches you get out of the car, the emotion cuts in him to see your devastated figure walk off the track.

When you enter the garage with your helmet still on and your visor still down, Pau goes to you, trying to talk, or help, or something.

But you walk straight past him, ignoring his grab for your arm and even pushing him away a bit.

It has nothing to do with him. Of course you're not blaming him, or anywhere near being mad at him. You're mad at yourself, and the situation, and simply desperately need some time to cool off. Alone.

But Pau doesn't know that, and sits around with his head aching and his heart pounding for the longest time, in worry for you and regret for whatever he thinks he's accidentally done wrong.

After much too long for Pau's liking, though, you come wandering to find him, and as soon as you do, you say, your voice still tender, "Hey, Pau..."

"Listen, I'm sorry-"

But you look at him with such a look of shock and confusion that he stops talking mid-sentence. "What on earth have you got to be sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong! It was me who pushed you away without explaining!"

"O- Oh," your boyfriend says softly as he realises, quite honestly, just how extremely stuck in his own head he was. "Y/n, you don't have to worry about that..."

"I should have explained I just needed some time alone. I'm sorry."

His eyes grow more tender. "Hey. It's okay. I understand it completely."

You sigh, nodding, looking down. And somehow, seeing that crestfallen expression all over your face, Pau can't help but pull you into his arms.

You sigh again, deeper. "I screwed it up. One of my best chances of the entire season for a win, probably."

"Y/n, it happens. And the only thing that's going to keep that as your one and only best chance is the mindset that it was. This is only the beginning of the season. You have plenty more races and weekends to go to prove that different, including the race tomorrow."

You sniff. "I guess I've just had such rotten luck all week, and I thought maybe things were actually about to look good for me, and get better, but it just turns out in the end it all got screwed over anyway."

He sighs, stroking your hair. "I know. I know."

He holds you in his arms for a while in silence, just like you do with him after a tough football match, until you've had some more time to think and let the cut scab over, and he says gently, rubbing your back, "There's always tomorrow. And after that, there's always the next race week. I know it's a big bump in the road, and I know it will be tough, but I also know you're an overcomer, right?"

You nod slowly. "Yeah... I know. I know you're right."

He kisses your scalp before saying into your hair, "I want you to know, I'm proud of you. This happened, and it's tough, but you're dealing with it really well. And I'll be proud of you again when you get a better result tomorrow."

"But what if I don't?"

"We both know you can't entertain thoughts like that. I know you can, and you know it too. If I can have so much faith in you, don't you ought to have just as much, if not more, faith in yourself, in order to succeed?"

You sigh shakily, leaning away from him, your back strengthening. "I've got to leave the past in the past and press on to tomorrow. You're right." You stand up, and he understands you have to go now, for your other duties with the team. But it's then that you add, "Just as long as we can cuddle tonight, to help me feel ready for tomorrow?"

Pau beams like a boy on Christmas morning. "Of course, Y/n. And I can't wait for that, too."

After waking up this morning in Pau's arms and having him deliver a caring, gentle pep talk in the sweetest of tones before your freezing cold shower, you felt ready for this day. Ready to conquer it, ready to win. Ready to prove to yourself you can do it, because at this point, to you, whatever anyone else thinks really doesn't matter at all.

But of course right now, that is the very last thing on your mind. In fact, you have absolutely nothing on your mind right now.

Because a strange phenomenon that you've found, at least with yourself, that is, is that when you're feeling such an incredible amount of intense emotion, which it be good or bad, or even a mix, there comes a point when there's so much of it that there's absolutely no space left in your head to even think thoughts, and instead, at least in the case of this situation, the only proper reaction you can find in response to what you're feeling is to turn on your radio and squeal at the top of your lungs into it in your car as you fly past the chequered flag before every single other car on the track.

Because you have just won the race.

It's absolutely unbelievable, that for some reason, there, in the car, you begin to cry, just a little. Maybe just a few stray tears.

But the most glorious part of it is that when you thought you couldn't do it, in the end, you did. You did it for yourself, to yourself, and proved your negative thoughts and misfortune throughout the week to be completely, utterly wrong.

And as you make your way to the top step and stand on it proudly, you're soaring, and you're absolutely positive that this simply must be the best moment of it all.

But then you think that all the hugs and congratulations from everyone around who supports you no matter what must be the best part of it.

But you're only met with truly the best part of it all when your eyes set upon the adoring eyes of your boyfriend. It's then that you fly, that your pounding heart truly swells with the pride, the realization, the glory of it all.

And then his strong arms envelop you, and he kisses you all over and says so many lovely, perfect, amazing things to you, but somehow, it's one phrase that really sticks with you in the end:

"See what happens when you simply believe? Why, Y/n, it's then that we have the strength to move mountains."

[menteycorazoncito]

Wake-Up Call - Pau Cubarsí

ᥫ᭡: pairing: Pau Cubarsí x reader

ᥫ᭡: warnings: none

ᥫ᭡: a/n: This is the first fic I post ever so please be nice. I really hope you enjoyed this. Criticism and feedback is always welcome!! Enjoy :)

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Staying up late to study for university finals seemed inevitable. You were sat on your desk, surrounded by a mountain of chunky books and countless cups of coffee to survive the night. 

It was all fine despite Pau's pleadings for you to finally come to bed and have some rest. Yet, as stubborn as you were, you dismissed him expressing your urgent need to study.

All was fine until you fell asleep in between books and assignments despite the high amount of caffeine in your body. It seemed that during your study session, you forgot that you have to wake up at 6 a.m. to actually go to uni. 

So when your five alarms rang to wake you up in the morning, you slept through every single one of them.

Pau, whose free day was today, got woken up like any other normal human being. 

Annoyed that your alarm woke the entirety of Barcelona but you, he took matters into his own hands and made his way towards your desk to (attempt) to wake you up. 

He let out a small prayer while approaching, knowing not to mess with a sleeping Y/N, especially after the little sleep you had last night.

"Y/N… y/n, mi amor wake up." he tried softly, kissing your head while slightly shaking your shoulder. 

You mumbled something, still not fully awake.

He nudged you again "Baby wake up you have uni" 

No reaction. 

He sighs "Y/nnn…" he shakes your shoulder a bit harder "Cariño, you slept through your alarms"

You barely opened your eyes. Then without any warning you took your fist and swung it right into Pau's nose. "Let me sleep…." you mumbled.

He jumped back, clutching his nose in pain. "Oh Déu meu!" 

Deciding he liked his nose way too much to try waking you again, Pau carried you to bed and went back to sleep, not before kissing your forehead. It was a sweet habit he picked up since you two got together. 

When you woke up again after a while, the sun was much brighter, despite the closed curtains. The dreaded notification sound of your phone pulled you from the haze of sleep. You reached over for your phone half-lidded to see what the fuss was about. Your eyes shot open upon realising the 15 messages and 6 missed calls from your best friend, all asking where you are.

You looked at the time, your heart skips a beat as you freeze. No. No, this can't be. 

10:00 a.m. You had missed class entirely. 

Groaning in frustration, you pushed yourself up. As you sat up, trying to figure out what to do until reality hit you hard. Why hadn't Pau woken you up like he usually does?

Looking over toward the bed, you saw Pau still asleep, his fluffy hair tousled against his forehead, his peaceful face unaware of his surroundings. 

He looked like an angel while sleeping, and you couldn't help but admire him for a moment. Until, reality sank in again: He was the reason–well one of the reasons why you were late and for that matter still in bed. 

"Pau…" you whispered, nudging him with your elbow. "Pau, wake up. I'm late" 

He was still out of it. 

"Pau" you tried again, a bit louder. 

No response.

You nudged him harder this time. "Paaaaau!"

His eyes finally fluttered open slightly and you expected him to jump into action. Instead he blankly looked at you, yawned, and sighed. "Five more minutes please" he mumbled, his voice raspy and laced with sleep.

You slumped back against the pillows in frustration. "Pau, no, I'm late."

Yes, you were making the fact that you are late, in fact too late to show up at all, his problem now too. 

Pau slowly cracked his eyes fully open. "What?" he asked innocently.

You stared at him in disbelief. “You were supposed to wake me up!”

He muttered something indistinct muffled by the pillow. “I tried! You punched me in the face and went back to sleep.” 

"What??" you blinked, your mind still processing.

You had hit him in your sleep? What kind of reaction was this to him waking you up? 

"I tried to wake you up! You punched me in the face and I decided to go back to sleep… With you in my arms." 

Oh so now you were the reason why he fell asleep again??

He yawned and stretched then pulled you back into his arms, snuggling deeper into the bed with a satisfied sigh "So… no class today, huh?" 

Your heart dropped to your stomach. No class today. The idea of spending the day at home and relaxing didn't sound bad at all. It was just one day after all. A day without responsibilities, stress or lectures. A day with Pau.

You stopped your train of thoughts to look at his content face. You felt a smile tugging at your lips at the absurdity of the situation. How could you stay mad at him for too long?

"I guess not…" You smacked his shoulder playfully. "But you owe me."

"Owe you? As you haven't been planning to stay in anyway." he pulled you closer to him for more warmth, his voice teasing.

He is so hopeless. 

"Well what else am I supposed to do?..." you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face. "By the way sorry about your face, love" you apologised when the real realisation hit. You had actually punched him in the face..

"It was nothing," he reassured you, referring to his past injury. 

" I've been through worse." 

You chuckled and kissed his cheek, knowing what he was referring to "Way worse indeed," you said.

He grinned, "See? I can handle a little punch." Then he pulled you in for a deep kiss, slow and lingering, before resting his forehead against yours. 

"I guess I'm stuck with you today," you muttered, running your fingers through his messy mop of hair.

Pau's smile softened and he whispered, "Can't think of anything better."

There in that peaceful, warm bed, you realised that maybe missing class wasn't such a tragedy after all.

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↬❥Calm drawing

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

sy: After a fight with his mother, you ask to paint his tattoo.

a/n: I really hope it's what the person asked for, and I apologize if there are mistakes, English is not my native language.

Based on this request

warnings: Cute, cute, cute, cute. Did I say cute?

He ran his hands through his hair, taking deep breaths to try to calm himself, but the anger still throbbed inside him.

“This isn’t going to end well…” he muttered to himself, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Hector?” His girlfriend’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

He opened his eyes and saw her sitting on the bed, a sketchbook open on her lap and a worried expression on her face.

“What happened now?” she asked, putting the notebook aside and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hector snorted, throwing himself into a chair in the corner of the room.

“The usual. My mother thinks she can decide everything for me. Who knows what's best for me, as if I were still five years old.”

“Did you guys argue about your career again?”

He nodded, running his hand over his face.

“She thinks I’m wasting my time. That I should be focusing on other things. I’m just trying to do things my way.” She sighed. She’d heard variations of this outburst countless times before. She knew Hector didn’t talk much about his feelings, but when he did open up, it was always about this—the weight of expectations, the need to prove himself.

She stood up and walked over to him, crouching down beside him. Hector and his mother had a great relationship, but their fights over the boy prodigy's career were straining their relationship.

“Do you want to take your mind off things for a bit?” She smiled, caressing her boyfriend’s hands.

“What do you mean?” He looked at her, confused.

She smiled and stood up to grab her paint box from the dresser. Then she pointed at his arm.

“Can I paint your tattoo?” Hector raised an eyebrow. Letting a sideways smile appear on his face.

“Paint my tattoo?”

"Yes. Just for fun. Who knows, maybe it will help to ease this tension?” He hesitated. The tattoo on his arm was something important to him, a symbol he carried with him. But at the same time, the idea seemed so absurd that it almost brought a smile to his face.

“As long as you don’t do anything stupid,” he said, crossing his arms and she smiled in satisfaction.

“Trust me.” Hector let out a surprised sigh as you sat on his lap, making the gaming chair move back a little. And you separated the paints and brushes.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, watching her open small bottles of ink.

In a slow movement, he brought his hand to her waist, squeezing it lightly.

“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll improvise,” she replied, dipping a brush in the blue paint.

The first touch of the cool ink on his skin made Hector shiver slightly, but he soon got used to it. She started with light strokes, filling in the details of the tattoo with soft colors. Little by little, the image on his arm began to take on new life, transforming into a vibrant mix of blues, violets, and golds.

Hector watched the process in silence, feeling his anger slowly dissipate. Her touch was careful, almost therapeutic. With each stroke, he felt his muscles relax.

“How’s it going?” he asked after a few minutes.

“I’m not done yet. It has to wait,” she said, focused.

He smirked. His fingers traced lines on her thigh, making her shiver. Hector threw his head back, feeling a little calmer.

“Who would have thought that painting my tattoo would be your favorite pastime.” You laughed, adjusting yourself against his body, making the chair move again.

“You’re my canvas now. You should be honored,” she joked.

Hector laughed, shaking his head which was still thrown back.

After a while, she stepped back to examine her work. Using a cloth, she made small adjustments, ensuring that the colors blended perfectly.

“There! Now you can look.”

Hector raised his arm and examined the transformed tattoo. Before, it was a monochromatic and serious drawing. Now, it was a true watercolor work of art. The colors flowed organically, giving it a new dimension.

“Wow…” he muttered, impressed.

“Did you like it?” She smiled, satisfied.

“It’s amazing. I never thought I would like this, but… I guess it did me good.”

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“Sometimes we need a little color to remind us that things aren’t just black and white.”

Hector looked at her, and for a moment all the weight of his argument with his mother disappeared. Maybe she was right. Maybe life didn’t have to be so rigid, so full of pressures. Maybe, every now and then, you needed to let someone add a little color.

He smiled before pulling her by the neck and placing several kisses on her lips.

“I love you so much,” he whispered against her lips, and she laughed lightly.

“I love you too, my player.” She ran her hands down his torso, stopping at the bottom of his belly.

He pulled her into another kiss, this time slower and wetter. His tongue entwined with hers, in a beautiful fight for space and a desire to explore every corner.

Their lips parted and they laughed, pressing their foreheads together, just standing there enjoying each other's breathing.

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