#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

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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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[turn3tifosi]

a family of three

pedri x gf!reader, pau cubarsi x platonic!reader

a lovely boyfriend that comes with a 6 ft kid in the relationship

You never expected to have a child this early in life. Especially not a 6'0" one with green eyes and a Barcelona jersey permanently glued to his torso. But somehow, Pau Cubarsí has inserted himself into your relationship with Pedri, and neither of you can do anything about it.

“Mi amor,” Pedri groans, flopping onto the couch beside you, exhausted after training. His head lands in your lap, arms wrapping around your waist as he buries his face into your stomach. “Please, I’m begging you. Tell Pau to stop acting like we’re his parents.”

You barely get the chance to respond before a shadow looms over both of you.

“Why do you sound so ungrateful, Pedri?” Pau says, arms crossed over his chest. You glance up at him and try not to laugh at the way he’s staring Pedri down, lips pressed into a firm line. “Do you know how many people wish they had a son like me?”

“You’re not our son!” Pedri sits up, glaring at him. “You’re my teammate!”

“And yet, I see her more than you do,” Pau retorts, jerking his thumb toward you. “She actually appreciates me.”

He’s not wrong. You do appreciate Pau. He’s funny, keeps you entertained whenever Pedri is busy, and—despite his dramatic tendencies—he’s kind of adorable when he clings to you like a lost puppy.

Pedri groans and turns to you, eyes pleading. “Please, mi vida. Don’t encourage him.”

You press your lips together, trying to keep from laughing. But then Pau leans down, lowering his voice as he says, “You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?”

Pedri swallows hard, eyes flickering to you before darting back up at Pau, who is, unfortunately, very tall and very serious. “Of course not,” he says quickly. “Why would I?”

“Good.” Pau pats him on the shoulder, satisfied. Then, he grins at you. “Want to go get ice cream? Pedri’s paying.”

“Why am I—?”

“Because you love us,” Pau interrupts. “Right, Dad?”

Pedri lets out a long, suffering sigh. You ruffle his hair before standing up and offering him your hand. “Come on, amor. Let’s go before your child throws a tantrum.”

He takes your hand reluctantly, muttering something about how this is not what he signed up for.

Pau, as usual, is sitting way too close to you, stealing choco chips off your sundae and giving Pedri a pointed look every time he tries to hold your hand. “You know,” Pau says, leaning back in his chair with a grin, “if you two ever break up, I’m keeping her.”

Pedri chokes on his water. “What? No! That’s not how this works!”

“Why not?” Pau shrugs, completely unfazed. “She’s basically my mom now. You’d just be the deadbeat dad who’s not in the picture anymore.”

You burst out laughing, because the look on Pedri’s face is priceless. He’s torn between being horrified and trying not to laugh himself. “You’re impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. But there’s a fondness in his voice that he can’t quite hide.

Later that night, as you’re lying in bed with Pedri, he turns to you and says, “You know I’m not going anywhere, right? Pau can threaten me all he wants, but you’re stuck with me.”

You smile, because you know he means it. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He can complain all he wants—at the end of the day, you’re both stuck with Pau, and Pedri wouldn’t trade either of you for the world.

[universefcb]

What are your favorite fanfics about the Barcelona boys?

MY FAVORITE FICS!

I'm sorry if there are few! I'm too sleepy and lazy to put the others, maybe I'll do another part

attached by the arms. ( @joaosnovia ) Pau Cubarsí

The Secret of Us ( @httpsdana ) Pau Cubarsí

Mischief ( @barcapix ) Pau Cubarsí

Playground Love ( @halfewayhearted ) Pau Cubarsí

scars ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pau Cubarsí

nights together ( @paucubarsisimp ) Hector Fort

baby cousin ( @rwshfordgirl ) Hector Fort

Nsfw alphabet ( @insidekatmind ) Hector Fort

priorities ( @joaosnovia ) João Felix

Beyond Brushstrokes ! ( @vicolette ) Lamine Yamal

give me a minute.. ( @pedricos ) Marc Bernal

in too deep ( @pedricos ) Marc Bernal

Sleep Is Overrated ( @barcapix ) Marc Bernal

the best kind of trip. ( @joaosnovia ) Marc Bernal

Lightweight ( @coolemmasulivan2 ) Pedri Gonzalez

nilo and luna ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pedri Gonzalez

distance ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pablo Gavi

supercopa ( @didishawn ) Pablo Gavi

oral s3x ( @obvithe-bestsoph ) Barcelona Boys

Kisses ( @strawberryblue-blog ) Barcelona Boys

[joaosnovia]

pau cubarsí x reader where instead of holding hands she holds onto his bicep as it grounds and make her feel safe. it’s become almost second nature and pau’s teammates pick up on it and how protective and sweet he gets when she does it x

❦ - attached by the arms.

summary:: holding onto his bicep became a habit for you. you thought nobody would notice but EVERYONE did. however your boyfriend doesn’t mind it a single bit.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: uhm shoutout to @cherryloveshs bc she’s lowkey come to the point where i’m holding her hostage for child labour?? honestly idgaf 😛😛. she’s my favourite little girl for doing my mood boards bc i’m lazy asf but anyways that’s her honourable mention over! i love these reqs yall are so creative!

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

pau cubarsí wasn’t the most openly affectionate person in public, but with you, things were different. it had started so naturally that neither of you really noticed at first, whenever you walked together, whether through the streets of barcelona or into the camp nou before a match, your hand would find its place gently wrapped around his bicep. not clinging, not pulling, just holding.

at first, he thought nothing of it. maybe you just liked the feeling, or maybe it was instinct. but over time, he started to realise, whenever you were nervous, when crowds got too loud, when the world felt a little too fast, you’d do it without thinking. and every single time, he felt the way your body eased beside him, like just that small connection was enough to ground you.

the team noticed too.

‘she does that a lot, huh?’ fermín lópez mused one day as they walked into the stadium, nodding toward your hand resting securely against pau’s arm.

pau glanced down at you, completely unaware of the conversation happening about you, just focused on whatever thought had settled in your head, and then back up at fermín.

‘yeah. she does.’ ronald araújo smirked. ‘you don’t seem to mind.’

he didn’t. if anything, it made something warm settle in his chest. he never brought it up, never teased you about it, never asked you why, he just let you do it, let you hold onto him when you needed to, and in return, he made sure you never had a reason to let go.

and the others noticed that too. the way his hand would naturally drift to your lower back when walking through crowds. how he subtly adjusted his pace to match yours. the way his expression softened when he looked down at you, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist for that moment.

‘he’s whipped,’ ferran torres whispered to gavi during training one day.

‘no, he’s just in love,’ gavi muttered back, watching as pau instinctively leaned down when you spoke to him, giving you his full attention.

and maybe that was it. maybe it was love. maybe it was something else entirely. but whatever it was, pau knew one thing, whenever you reached for him, he’d always be there.

[paucubarsisimp]

clingy

pairing: pau cubarsi x clingy!reader

summary: in which you want to be as close as possible to your boyfriend

warnings: none!

tagged: @barcapix, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

the soft afternoon sunlight drifted lazily into the living room, casting warm, golden beams across the couch where pau had sprawled out. his favorite oversized hoodie swallowed him up, its sleeves too long, and he had his legs tucked up underneath him as he scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly checking messages. he looked completely at ease, the quiet of the apartment wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.

you, however, were a different story. you were wearing your favorite hoodie, the one that was soft and worn-in, the sleeves just long enough to cover most of your hands. the weather outside was perfect for lounging, and yet, all you could think about was being as close to pau as possible. there was something about the way he looked—relaxed, content—that made you feel the pull to be near him.

you hesitated for a moment, watching him from across the room. he was always so calm, so grounded, and in moments like these, when he was just being himself, you felt that need to be close to him, to feel his presence surrounding you. he always made you feel safe and at ease, and today was no different.

without saying anything, you quietly padded across the room, your steps light and soft, until you reached him. without warning, you slid onto the couch, crawling into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. pau looked up just in time to see you settle there, blinking in mild surprise, but there was a smile tugging at his lips almost immediately.

“hey,” he said softly, his eyes brightening as he put his phone down. “what’s this?”

“i’m just getting comfy,” you said, your voice a little muffled as you nuzzled your face into the warmth of his hoodie. you curled yourself closer to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as you made yourself comfortable. “you looked so relaxed. i couldn’t resist.”

he chuckled, his arms moving to hold you, adjusting his position slightly to give you more space in his lap. “you’re always so clingy,” he teased, though there was no real edge to it—just affection.

“i’m not clingy,” you said, sounding half-defensive as you shifted slightly to get even more comfortable. “i’m affectionate.”

“you’re definitely affectionate,” he agreed, the smile in his voice evident as he ran his fingers gently through your hair. “but i’m not complaining. i kind of like it when you’re like this.”

you grinned to yourself, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch, the steady rhythm of his fingers through your hair lulling you into a deep sense of comfort. you could feel the warmth of his body radiating through his hoodie, and you just couldn’t get enough of it. you loved how he always made you feel like you were exactly where you belonged.

“i think i could stay like this forever,” you murmured, your voice soft as you tightened your arms around him, pulling him in just a little closer.

pau smiled down at you, his hand resting gently on your back as he held you in his lap. “i wouldn’t mind that,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your hoodie as he traced small, comforting circles on your skin. “you know, you’re really good at making me forget about everything else.”

you hummed in contentment, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your fingers playing lightly with the sleeve of his hoodie. “i’m just good at making you want to relax,” you teased lightly, but the words were soft, almost sleepy. “i’ll be your personal relaxation coach if it means i get to stay in your lap.”

pau chuckled, the sound warm and low, and for a moment, you both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the peace that came from just being close to each other. his hand continued to gently trace patterns on your back, and you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease, your entire body relaxing into his.

“honestly, i don’t think i’ve ever been this comfortable,” you murmured after a while, feeling the weight of your body pressing against him, your head still nestled on his chest. “like, i could just stay here forever.”

pau kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a second longer than usual. “me too,” he said, his voice soft as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his chest surrounding you completely. “i don’t think i’d ever get tired of this.”

you smiled, your fingers lazily tracing circles on his hoodie, content in the quiet of the moment. the outside world felt so far away, the only thing that mattered was this—being wrapped up in him, the feeling of his heartbeat against you, the rhythm of his breathing steady and calming.

“i don’t ever want to move,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“then don’t,” pau replied simply, his voice steady and filled with affection. “we’ll stay like this as long as you want.”

and with that, you both just melted into the comfort of the moment, no words necessary, just the gentle sound of your breaths and the warmth of his arms keeping you both close. everything outside of that little bubble you’d created together disappeared. all that mattered was being here, together, wrapped in softness and warmth, feeling like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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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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[vicolette]

Secret Lover !

– A/N : I honestly have no idea what I'm about to write, but enjoy!!

– Warnings : mentions of y/n & swear words

"Pau Cubarsi, this was a really exciting match, don’t you think so?"

The said person nervously smiled in agreement at the question, knowing that one of the captains were behind him. Real Madrid wasn’t a team that you could easily win against, so this victory was very special for the whole team.

"Yeah, the win was well deserved." His response was slightly more negative than he had thought it would come out as, his eyes looking away from the interviewer as Pau searched for something – or someone.

And then he saw you.

You stood beside his older sister, although still maintaining a respectful distance. Irene had told you that, even if the media doesn’t know about your secret relationship, you could still act like her bestest friend, since you were practically her 'sister in law' already. But you didn’t do it, and it made him stare for a second, until Raphinha snapped him out of it.

"Everything alright, Pau?" Cubarsi tensed up at the voice, coming back to reality as he turned his head to face Raphinha. He blinked once, twice, then nodded his head with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Yes! Sorry." Afterwards, he sent you one last glance, which you had caught when Irene shook your shoulders, and faced the interviewer.

The questions were interesting and very professional, but Pau only gave short replies and zoned out during most of it, his gaze always returning to you. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game, since nobody would believe him if he said it was due to his family, yet he enjoyed it and continued.

A mischievous grin threatened to escape his lips as soon as the woman interviewing him was done, thanking him for his time, yet he was quick to say goodbye and leave. His steps were loud and clear, cameras from each angle were filming the moment, but he didn’t seem to care.

"Pau, my boy!" As the teenage boy was pulled into a tight hug by his mother, he dapped his father up and sent him a smirk, his eyes having a glint of excitement in them.

At that moment, you took a step back to distance yourself and let them have their moment, but Pau had other plans. Ignoring his sister, because she apparently didn’t want to hug him when he stank, he made his way over.

"Pau?" Once he stood right in front of you, taking a step closer whenever you tried to make some space between each other, he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.

There were screams getting louder by each second passing and his teammates were standing close by, shocked to see that he indeed had a girlfriend, whereas his family acted like it was normal.

"You shouldn’t hug her so hard. She‘s getting the life squeezed out of her!" His father yelled out before he and the others made their way down to the field, not acknowledging the fact how you were frozen in place.

"Pau–"

"I missed you, so fucking much…"

Your voice was stuck in your throat as you stared at him, his head nuzzled into your shoulder as he inhaled your sweet scent. It smelled just like you, like home, like love.

"You just blew up our cover!" The realization dawned upon him at that exact moment, slowly loosening his grip around your waist and as he raised his head, looking around to see how many fans were still watching.

"Oh." His eyes darted around to see where his family was at, seeing how they were with the other family of his teammates, then looking at them. Most of them were still surprised to see this scene, yet some others were laughing about it.

Once they – namely Lamine, Hector and Alejandro – realized that he was staring, they started to joke around about it, pointing at him as their laughter grew.

However, Pau merely returned his focus towards you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, since it was so easy to get access to it with the height difference. Whether or not this was planned, he couldn’t care less now, especially since he could express his love for you in public.

"Whatever."

"Pau!"

– A/N : acc quite proud of this, thanks for reading<33

[halfwayhearted]

hihii

following the recent win i was wondering if you could write something for pau where he just won a game and is going back home super fluffyyyy

Playground Love — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: You can’t wait to show him just how proud of him you are when he arrives back in Barcelona and visits you.

Word Count: 590+

Disclaimer/s — Sunshine!Reader, just fluff, really. That’s it!

A/N: CHAMPIONS. CHAMPIONS. HI. WE’RE CHAMPIONS??? Me saying that like I’m a player playing for them, whatever 🤦‍♀️

They had won—five to two. You were ecstatic the second the whistle sounded, jumping around and cheering as if you were on the pitch with them. This was such a moment for your boyfriend and his club, and you could practically feel the excitement and relief in all of their expressions.

“Mamá! Do you see that? That’s Pau!” You exclaimed, gently shaking her shoulders, unable to tear your gaze away from the television.

It’s not like she didn’t celebrate with you—she did. Maybe too much, as you saw her slowly sit down, her smile still plastered on her face. “Are you going to text him? You should text him.”

That’s when you shot her a look. “I’m positive that he’ll be too busy celebrating to answer his phone. I’ll… text him later. Look! Do you see him?” He was in a botched single-file line, awaiting his turn to have a medal placed over his head, reminding him and his teammates of their deserved win.

You just couldn’t wait to finally be able to see him.

It wasn’t until the next day that he told you he’d be on his way to you, the simple message causing a stupid, lovesick smile to grace your lips.

As soon as the sound of his knocking registers in your ears, you’re rushing to your front door, swinging it open like you’d break it off its hinges. “Pau! Come in, come in!” You say with a slight hold on his jacket, shutting the door behind him.

“Did you see me yesterday?” The boy questioned.

“I watched the entire thing. You played so good!”

His face lights up and he finally pulls you in for a hug, his arms encircling your waist and his nose nestling in the crook of your neck. The action soft.

Then, as you both pull back, he’s quick to lean down, placing a tender kiss on your lips, the moment causing your smile to broaden. So, you finally do what you’ve been longing to do to him.

And that was to litter his face with your kisses.

Doing exactly that, he lets out a hearty laugh, his face turning a shade of light pink with each peck.

You don’t really care, muttering, “I’m so proud of you,” between each one. Your grip on his jaw is careful so as not to hurt him, but after seeing how flushed he is, you can’t help yourself and do the exact thing he does to you: pinch his cheeks.

“I missed you a lot. Oh! Did you bring the medal?” A pause. “My mom’s been wanting to see it.”

Pau only shrugs, so you think he didn’t bring it.

That was fine! Maybe next time. Or maybe he can show you photos of it in all its glory and whatnot.

Until you feel the weight of it around your neck in an instant, you drop your head, a small gasp leaving your lips. “It’s so shiny. How’d you like it?”

“My parents had to pry it off of me. I didn’t want to take it off—or let go of it, for that matter.”

“I can see why,” you say with a giggle. “Hungry?”

With a slight ruffle of your hair, the brunette replies with, “Yeah, I could eat. Have you eaten?”

“Earlier. I’ll eat with you so you don’t feel left out.”

“How considerate of you.” And with that, the two of you enter your kitchen, making food, laughing, talking, and you saying how proud you were every-so-often. Which was… every five seconds!

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[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]

Hello ♡

I was wondering if I could request boyfriend headcanon for Pau?

~ 🌷

Boyfriend Headcanon~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I still have requests for Jamal Pedri and Gavi headcanon hehehe. I'm probably writing them tomorrow.

❖ bf! Pau is a blushy baby. Pau blushes so easily. Like, if you call him “handsome” or “my boy,” his ears go pink instantly. You love teasing him just to see that reaction; a hand under his chin, a soft “you’re so pretty,” and he’s ducking his head with a shy little smile, mumbling, “Stop…” (but secretly he loves it).

❖ bf! Pau is a fan of gentle touches and always asking first. He’s incredibly respectful with physical affection. He’ll always ask, “Can I kiss you?” even months into the relationship.

❖ bf! Pau keeps every little gift you give him. The little letter you sent him when you were away visitng your parents? It’s folded neatly in his wallet. The bracelet you made him on a random Tuesday? He never takes it off.

❖ bf! Pau always whispers your name like it’s sacred. He says your name so tenderly. Like he savors it, so soft usually under his breath when you’re cuddled on the couch or falling asleep on his chest. Sometimes it’s just a whisper between kisses a gentle reminder of the love he has for you.

❖ bf! Pau gets nervous around your friends. Even though he’s so composed on the pitch, when he met your friends for the first time, he’s the shyest thing ever. He stood behind you a little, offering quiet smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. But he really tries, because he wants them to like him. He’ll even ask you afterward, “Did I do okay?”

❖ bf! Pau is secretly obsessed with you but plays it cool (he always fails). He’ll act chill in public, but one compliment from you and he’s absolutely melting. He tries to play it off like, “Yeah, I missed you too,” but the way his cheeks flush says otherwise.

❖ bf! Pau gets flustered when you wear his stuff. You in his hoodie? That’s it. Game over. He stares like you just walked out of a dream, then tries to act normal. But you catch him smiling into his water bottle or fiddling with his rings just to distract himself when he looks away from you.

❖ bf! Pau sends you song at night. He’ll randomly send you soft acoustic songs before bed with a simple “this reminded me of you.” He won’t explain more, just leaves you melting, while he lies in bed blushing and hoping you liked it.

❖ bf! Pau kisses your hands when words fail to express his adoration. Whenever he’s overwhelmed or struggling to say how much he loves you, he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly. It’s his quiet way of saying “thank you for being here,” or “I love you so much. I don’t know what to do with it.”

❖ bf! Pau never shuts up about you to his family. You haven’t even met all of them yet, but they already know everything, “She loves strawberry ice cream,” “She’s studying so hard for her finals, I’m bringing her dinner,” “She gets cold easily, I need to bring her a scarf.” His mom tells you later, laughing, “He doesn’t stop talking about you, cariño.”

❖ bf! Pau has eyes that can never hide how deeply in love he is, and still falling even more. Even after months. You catch him looking at you with that soft smile like he’s still stunned by how lucky he is. He gets that dazed look whenever you’re laughing or talking excitedly about something you love. He doesn’t interrupt, just watches, so in awe, heart full.

❖ bf! Pau is the biggest gentleman. He was raised to be one, and he won't do anything less for you. Opening the door for you, paying for your dinner, helping you clasp your necklace. He believes it's the only way to treat any woman, especially you. The one he's deeply in love with.

❖ bf! Pau is the most loyal person you can meet. You see his loyalty for Barça? He's even more loyal to you. The way he sees his whole future with Barça is the same way he sees your relationship in the future. Forever and always.

❖ bf! Pau adores sleepovers with you. You always have something new planned for him when he comes and sleeps at your parents' house. It's either baking together, playing new card games, or having a movie marathon. He just loves spending time with you doing whatever, as long as he sees your smile and hears your laugh.

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[didishawn]

Hello!! Can I request pau cubarsi x reader fluff/domestic life, something very cutsie, where they’re possibly roaming the streets of Barcelona, going into stores and trying on random clothes, etc! or even a part 2 to forever? It was so good I loved it!

Personal Manikin (Pau Cubarsí x reader)

Warnings: none that I can think of, reader dreams about being a fashion student, also the same headcanon from Forever about reader and Pau having been together for ages, small make out season and suggestive at the end

Masterlist

As a child, you remember your favorite game was dressing yourselves and others up.

Princess, pirate, thief, astronaut you call it. You loved picking out the right accessories, the right clothing, matching patterns, sequins, lace, all of it.

You started small, making customised clothing for your dolls, then went on big to make your own tops, dresses, pants, anything you can think of really.

You were the type of girl to sell bracelets during your free hours back in school, to customise your uniform to make it cuter.

Still, that doesn't mean you don't enjoy shopping for clothes and only make your own.

You won't lie, when you first met Pau, the first thought that crossed your mind was about making him your own personal manikin to dress him up however you pleased, as if he was your very own Ken doll.

Not your fault really, your twelve-year old self was not that interested in boys back then, but your brother's best friend caught your eye by simply being way too tall.

How it all developed (Lamine's help) a story for another time, the important point is, you two are together, and Pau really is your human sized Ken doll.

You see, the thing with Pau is, that he loves you too much to ever say no to you.

He said yes whenever you asked him to sneak out of La Masia and into your house back when he was too young to leave on his own.

He said yes whenever you puted about taking your 'children' (Hector and Lamine) out for a ride with you.

He says yes, as you hand him a pile of clothing almost taller than you, for him to try on.

"I think I like the blue one on you better, what do you think?" you ask him as you watch him with the baby blue sweater on, spinning around for you to see it from all angles.

"I like whatever you like"

"Pau! I am not gonna force you to buy something you don't like"

"I do like it, just like being your personal manikin even more, so you choose what you see me the most handsome with"

"That's not fair! You are always handsome!"

Almost an hour later and with ample smiles, you walk hand in hand out of the shop with way too many shopping bags.

It's a sunny day in Barcelona, the two of you taking in the warmth as you enjoy the perks of it being the middle of the week with almost empty streets.

You stop dead in your tracks and he turns back confused, your eye having caught sight of a DIY store, you don't even have to turn and pout to go inside before he guides the way, opening the door for you as you excitedly step in.

The shop is one of those perfect for those who want to make accessories and clothes on your own, and you can't believe you have never heard of it before with such good prices.

"This would look good on you" he says, handing to you a piece of teal satin.

"Of course it would" you confidently say, testing the strength of the fabric "It's almost the color of your eyes, and we both now we look good together"

He smiles, and your heart beats faster. You loved when he smiles. He bends down to kiss your forehead as he pinches your cheek.

"Although, I would rather our kids have your eyes"

"Bullshit, I can already imagine mini versions of yourself running around"

Your eye catches some bracelets beads, and you instantly make your way over to them. Searching for the exact color as he once again, looks confused.

You ealk over to him, two strings on beads in hand as you stand in front of him. You raise one of the strings, putting it at his eye level as you watch closely.

"...What are you doing?"

"I saw this trend in TikTok, about making bracelets with our eye colours,that way I can have you always on me"

You are deep in thought as you compare the two tones, finally settling down on the second one.

Pau too, walks over the beads, instantly picking up one string and comparing it to your eyes. "This one it is"

"No way you guessed it that quickly, try again!" you pout.

"Meu amor, I think I would know what your eye color is, even better than yourself. Don't forget, you are the love of my life"

"T'estimo molt" you stand on your tiptoes, yet only manage to place a kiss on his jaw as you smile widely.

Suddenly, you feel the presence of a third, turning to look at a worker of the store, who watches you two closely, before finally sighing.

"Me voy a morir sola" (I am going to die alone)

Half an hour later, you are already on your way back home after consoling the poor saleswoman about her love life, and even getting her number to set her up with one of your friends.

Your house is thankfully empty as you make your way inside all the way to your room, happily settling the bags on the floor as your boyfriend settles on the bed. You pick up the beads, alongside some strings and other necessities you have laying around in your room, and settle next to him.

"Are you making a necklace or bracelet?" he asks, already working on his own bracelets as he starts doing calculations of how much of each color he will need.

"I was thinking of doing a pair of earrings honestly" your hands sketching a design before starting the job.

"Your talent will never stop amazing me, you know?"

"Says one of the best centerbacks of the world"

There is low music playing in the background as the two of you concentrate on your arts and craft, Pau himself skilfully working as after years of being with you, he knows what he is doing.

It isn't that long until the two of you are done, you prettily wearing your new earrings as you help him close the bracelet.

"....You need to stop lifting, I thought it would look bigger on you"

"...I am sorry for being strong, thought that's what you liked about me"

"I liked your height, not these muscles"

"Wow, never thought I would hear you complain about my muscles"

"They are alright, I guess..."

"You guess?"

You hum, as his arms go around your waist, picking you up and placing you in his lap.

"I don't hear you complaining now"

He kisses your jaw as your hands play with his curls.

"I can complain if you want"

He shakes his head, lips catching yours in a meaningful kiss, switching places as your back hits your bed.

His lips takes yours as you caress his cheeks, his hands on your waist as he keeps you in place.

He leans back for a moment. "How long until they are back?"

"We have more than enough time"

He kisses you once more, staring the perct ending for your day out.

[universefcb]

can you write a fic where pau cuba is sick and reader takes care of him??

↬❥Sly kitten

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: He gets sick and extremely cranky. You take care of him like a giant baby!

a/n: Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: It does not have.

It was a cold and cloudy day in Barcelona, and you just wanted to stay home, under the covers. But of course, that wasn't going to happen after you received a message from Pau:

I think I'm dying. Will you come see me?

You laughed to yourself, already imagining his drama. A sick Pau Cubarsí was synonymous with double the fuss, triple the neediness and a level of affection that only appeared in these rare graces. Sighing, you picked up your bag and headed towards his apartment.

The Giant Baby

The door was unlocked, so you walked in without knocking.

“Pau?” he called, looking around.

The room was a mess. There was a blanket on the floor, a half-empty mug of tea, and a pile of sheets next to the couch. And there, huddled under a thick building, was he.

The messy hair, red nose and half-open eyes stared at you as if you were the only hope for salvation.

“Finally…” he murmured, his voice hoarse and raspy. “I thought I would have to say my last words alone.”

You crossed your arms, holding back a laugh.

“My God, Pau, you look like you’re on the verge of death.”

“Because I am,” he grumbled, clutching the comforter to his face. “My head hurts, my throat is on fire… and I’m so cold.”

You moved, sitting next to him on the couch. Carefully, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. It was too hot.

“You have a high fever,” he said, concerned. “Have you taken any medicine?”

He shook his head, snuggling deeper into the blanket.

“I couldn’t get up. I’m too weak… I think my time has come.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile escaped.

“My God, what a baby. How did you survive without me?”

He opened one eye.

“I don’t know. You must live here to always take care of me.”

Your heart gave a strange beat, but you ignored it.

“Be quiet and wait for me here. I’ll get the medicine.”

You went to the kitchen and made yourself some hot tea, grabbing a paracetamol tablet before heading back to the couch.

“Come on, big baby, time to drink this.”

He grimaced.

"I don't want."

"No longer…"

“It tastes bad.”

You furrowed an eyebrow.

“Would you rather continue with a fever?”

He was silent for a moment before muttering,

“Will you take care of me later?”

You laughed.

“I’m already taking care of it, right?”

“No… I want affection.”

His heart melted a little.

“If you take the medicine, I will cuddle you until you fall asleep.”

He looked at you for a few seconds, analyzing whether your proposal was serious. Then, he took the glass and the pill, taking everything quickly.

“Now you have to fulfill your promise,” he said.

You laughed softly and started to run your fingers through his hair, feeling him slowly relax. But he didn't give you time, pulling you to lie down with him on the couch.

“Your hair smells good…” he murmured after a while, hiding his face against you.

His face heated up.

“It’s just shampoo, silly.”

“No. It smells like you.”

His heart skipped another beat. Pau reported saying things like that, but sick, feverish, and clingy, he seemed to have no filter at all.

“You’re very cunning when you’re sick, you know that?”

He shifted slightly and slid even closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Only when it’s you taking care of me,” he murmured against her skin.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you want me to continue the affection?”

He let out a low sound, almost a purr, and nodded. Her fingers slid through his soft strands again, and before long, Pau's breathing became heavier.

“Stay here with me?” he asked softly.

“I'm going to stay anyway.”

He sighed contentedly and snuggled even closer to you.

[paucubarsisimp]

silence

pairing: pau cubarsi x reader

summary: in which pau snaps at you and tell you to stop talking

warnings: angst

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the evening in barcelona had fallen with a soft breeze brushing against the window panes, the muted hum of the city’s nightlife filtering through the apartment. inside, you were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your lap, enthusiastically recounting the events of your day. you had gone on a walk through the park and seen the most adorable stray dog, and you couldn’t wait to tell pau about it. you loved sharing the little things with him—your little observations, your excitement for the day.

but something felt different tonight.

pau sat in the armchair across from you, his usual easy smile nowhere to be found. he was unusually quiet, his eyes distant as he absently fiddled with his phone, glancing over at you now and then but not truly seeing you. he’d just returned from a tough training session, and you could tell that the weight of it all was weighing heavily on him. his shoulders were hunched, his brow furrowed in exhaustion, and his lips set in a tight line. but you were so used to him being your strong and steady presence that you didn’t think much of it.

you kept talking, maybe too much, but you didn’t want to leave him out of your little joy, your little adventures of the day. the way the dog had followed you around the park, the way it had looked at you with those sad eyes, so much like a lost puppy who just wanted to be loved. you knew pau was tired, but you hoped that your energy could lift him just a little, like it always had.

but as you spoke, something shifted in the room.

pau’s posture stiffened. he set his phone down, but not in the relaxed way he usually did when he was ready to pay attention to you. no, this time it was more of a sharp motion, like he was irritated with even the smallest of movements. his eyes, which had been fixed on his phone just moments before, now glared at you, cold and distant.

the words came out of him in a way that made your heart drop.

“can you just… stop talking for a second?”

the words were sharp, harsher than you had ever heard him speak to you before. you blinked, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. the sudden shift was so jarring, so unlike him that you couldn’t process it at first.

“w-what?” you stammered, your heart sinking in your chest.

“i said, stop talking,” he repeated, his voice clipped, his frustration bleeding through. “i’m tired, okay? i don’t need to hear every little detail of your day.”

the air between you two went still, the tension thick enough to cut through with a knife. your words hung in the air, suspended by his tone, the harshness of them gnawing at you in a way you couldn’t explain.

you swallowed, your lips trembling as you tried to suppress the lump that formed in your throat. his words hit you like a punch to the face. you had only wanted to share something small, something cute, but instead of the warmth and affection you had expected, there was only an icy wall.

you felt small. unseen.

“i… i didn’t mean to upset you,” you murmured, the words barely leaving your lips. you quickly fell silent, avoiding his gaze, suddenly self-conscious about everything you’d said. you tried to mask the hurt with a weak smile, but you could already feel the sting of his dismissal, a deep ache spreading through your chest.

pau’s gaze softened for a moment, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. but before he could say anything, you stood up quickly, backing away. you didn’t want him to see how his words had affected you, didn’t want to seem weak or needy. you needed to be okay, to be strong.

“i’ll… i’ll just go to bed,” you whispered, turning on your heel to head toward the bedroom, the sudden need to escape the heaviness in the room overwhelming.

the next few hours passed in silence. pau remained in the living room, and you stayed in the bedroom, the space between you now an emotional gulf that neither of you dared to cross. the soft flicker of the tv from the other room barely registered in your mind, as your thoughts kept replaying the moment over and over.

why had he snapped like that?

you didn’t mean to talk too much. you didn’t mean to overwhelm him with your enthusiasm, your excitement. but maybe that was the problem—you were too much for him.

maybe he didn’t want to hear about your day anymore. maybe you had become annoying to him. the thought twisted in your stomach, making it hard to breathe.

you wrapped yourself in the blanket, curling into a ball on the bed, your body trembling from the silent sobs you couldn’t hold back. it wasn’t just his words that hurt. it was the way he dismissed you, the way he shut you out. the way he didn’t seem to care that you were trying to connect, trying to keep things light between you two. the hurt and confusion began to settle in your chest like a cold weight, and before you could stop yourself, the tears flowed freely.

you didn’t mean to cry. you hadn’t expected to feel so small, so insignificant in his eyes. but it hurt. it hurt so much more than you had anticipated.

hours passed, and eventually, the silence between you two was broken by the sound of pau’s footsteps in the hallway. you wiped your eyes quickly, not wanting him to see how much his words had affected you.

the door to the bedroom creaked open slowly, and pau appeared in the doorway, standing frozen for a moment. his gaze softened when he saw you on the bed, curled up, clearly upset.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice low, but filled with an unfamiliar tenderness.

you didn’t look at him, unwilling to let him see the vulnerability in your face. “i’m fine,” you whispered, hoping he’d leave you to wallow in your thoughts.

but pau wouldn’t let it go. he stepped into the room, moving toward the bed and sitting beside you. his presence was like a weight against you, a reminder of what had happened, and yet there was something in his gaze that spoke of regret. his eyes, full of guilt, searched your face as if he could see the pain he had caused, though you tried your hardest to hide it.

“i shouldn’t have said that,” he began softly, his voice hoarse. “i was an idiot. i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. i’m so sorry.”

you didn’t respond immediately. instead, you turned away from him, pulling the blanket tighter around you as if it could protect you from the hurt that still lingered in the air between you.

“i was frustrated,” pau continued, his voice wavering. “training was… hard today. i should’ve handled it better. but i took it out on you, and that was wrong. you didn’t deserve that.”

your throat tightened at his words, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. the space between you felt so vast now, like a chasm that couldn’t be bridged by mere apologies.

“i didn’t mean to be too much,” you whispered, barely able to choke out the words. “i didn’t mean to annoy you by talking… i just thought… maybe you’d want to hear about it, about my day… but i guess i was wrong.”

pau’s heart cracked at the rawness of your voice, the vulnerability that was so unlike the bright and lively girl he had fallen in love with. he reached out, gently pulling you towards him, not giving you a chance to retreat. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his cheek pressing softly against your hair.

“no,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “you’re not too much. you’ll never be too much for me. i love hearing everything you have to say. i love your energy, your joy… don’t ever think you’re too much. i messed up, okay? i hurt you, and i can’t take that back, but i will do anything to make it right.”

you felt the tears rise again, this time from the tenderness in his touch, the warmth of his words, the way he was trying so hard to make things right. slowly, you turned in his arms, meeting his gaze for the first time since the argument. his eyes were full of regret, and for the first time, you saw the depth of his love for you—the guilt of causing you pain, the desire to make it up to you.

“i’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “please forgive me.”

you nodded, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, the weight of the last few hours slowly lifting. it wasn’t just the apology—it was the sincerity behind it, the way he was willing to admit he was wrong and take responsibility for it.

“i just wanted to share it with you,” you whispered, “because you mean everything to me.”

and in that moment, in the quiet of his embrace, you knew that things would be okay. the bond between you was more than just words—it was in the way you both tried, even when things got hard. and as pau held you close, you realized that love wasn’t perfect, but it was worth fighting for, no matter how many mistakes were made.

“i know, princesa,” he whispered, his thumb gently brushing away the last of your tears. “i know.”

he kissed your forehead softly, pulling you closer, and for the first time since the argument, you felt safe again. his arms were warm and strong around you, a perfect sanctuary from all the noise and the hurt.

“you’re my everything,” pau murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“and i’m never letting you go, bebé,” he added, his voice gentle but firm, like a promise.

you smiled, finally feeling like yourself again, and snuggled deeper into his chest, the tension of the night melting away. as he held you close, you knew that no matter what, you were his, and he was yours.

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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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