#cubarsí x reader

[xopedri]

shady lane!

loosely inspired by the song shady lane by pavement.

warnings: spanish throughout & uses of y/n

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!!

[planetpedri]

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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DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @sakashq @joaoflms @hrts4havertz @spidybaby @unx100to !

[halfwayhearted]

Cariño — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend can’t stop looking at you, so… why not always check if something’s flown onto your face?

Word Count: 440+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff :3!

A/N: OH, HOW I LOVE THIS TOOTHY-GRINNED BOY.

“You’re not listening to me,” a pause. “Are you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement, a statement that had a smile tugging at the corner of Pau’s lips within seconds. He wouldn’t deny it; you weren’t exactly wrong. “I’m listening. Go on.”

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes. “Yeah? What was I talking about then? Let me know.”

The boy in front of you can’t help but shrug. “You were talking about why you didn’t want to go into work this weekend. And I agree. Take time off.”

“Huh.” He was listening. “Why do you think that?”

“You work too much.” Pau shrugged once again, his gaze flickering from your interlocked hands back to your face, his gaze softening almost instantly. “I think time off would be good for you.”

That was, in fact, true! You worked too much. The days you spent completely and utterly exhausted made your boyfriend worried—more than you’d like him to be, well, at all. You hated worrying him.

“Okay. If I do take time off, emphasis on if, do you think you’d be able to come over? I feel like we haven’t had a sleepover in so long. It’s overdue.”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “Of course.”

“Perfect, it’s settled then! You can come over…”

Now he wasn’t listening. The sound of your voice faded out while he focused on the small details of your features—the way your lips were graced with a smile, the way your eyebrows went from furrowed to raised with excitement, even the way your nose scrunched due to the cold weather, making you sniffle. He was captivated by… you.

Then, when you move a certain way, a couple of strands of your hair slowly fall in front of your face, making him frown. If he was going to not listen to you, the least he could do was move it out of the way—one, so he could look at you some more, and two, so you wouldn’t be peeved.

Lifting his hand, Pau tenderly tucks the strands back behind your ear, the gentle touch causing you to momentarily lose your train of thought.

He most definitely wasn’t listening now, was he?

“You were so not listening this time, Cubarsí.”

Scrunching his nose, that big toothy smile of his forms and he shakes his head. “Not this time, I’m sorry. What were you saying? I’m listening now.”

“I forgot now,” you sighed, “Let’s go get food?”

“Food is good, let’s go. Maybe you can remember what it was you were talking about, hm?”

Doubtful, but cute. “Yeah, yeah, maybe I will.”

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby ! ౨ৎ

[n0vazsq]

She's thunderstorms | Pau Cubarsi x Reader

pairing . . . pau cubarsi x gf!reader

summary . . . You're the thunderstorm in Pau's life, so what happens when he can't handle it anymore?

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 674

warnings . . . angst to fluff!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . if yall couldn't tell this is inspired by she's thunderstorms by the arctic monkeys!! my irl bsf is an arctic monkeys addict and was singing this so i thought why not make a fic out of it?? will be making another pau fic later today!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The rain had just begun to drizzle over the city, the kind of soft, expectant rain that hinted at a near storm. Pau leaned against the doorway of the coffee shop, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes fixed on the shifting clouds.

His mind wasn’t on the weather, though.

It was on you.

You were like that, unpredictable, a force of nature that swept through his life with wild energy, both beautiful and terrifying. Looping around in his mind just like a storm.

When you walked into a room, you owned it without trying. When you laughed, it was like lightning, sharp and bright, cutting through the peace of everyday life. And when you were angry… well, storms didn’t come close. And in an unusual place, when he's feeling he's far away, you do what the night does to the day.

Today, the storm between you two was real, and it hadn’t passed.

He replayed the argument in his head, words flung like hailstones, each one landing heavier than the last. You had called him out, challenged him on something he wasn’t ready to admit.

Maybe he was too closed off, too rigid. Maybe he couldn’t keep up with the havoc you brought into his life.

He hadn’t meant to snap back, hadn’t meant to drive that wedge between you. But he had, and now here he was, standing in the rain, feeling like he was on the wrong side of the thunderstorm.

A familiar figure appeared down the street, your silhouette sharp against the grey backdrop. You hadn’t noticed him yet, your head down, arms crossed as if bracing yourself against the wind. Like a thunderstorm

He called out your name softly, a fragile sound swallowed by the wind. You paused, looked up, eyes meeting his. For a moment, the world around you both blurred, the city fading into the background.

"You here to finish what we started?" you asked, voice even but eyes stormy.

Pau shook his head. "No. I’m here because… because I don’t want this to be the end."

You scoffed, a humorless sound. "Funny. You seemed pretty set on it earlier."

He stepped closer, the distance between you both feeling like an entire sky. "I was wrong," he admitted, voice low. "You were right. I shut you out when you’re the only one who sees the real me."

Your eyes softened, but the storm hadn’t passed yet. "You can’t just say that now. You don’t get to pick and choose when you want to show up, Pau."

He winced, running a hand through his damp hair. "I know. I know, and I’m sorry. You’re… you’re like a thunderstorm, you know. You come in, and you change everything. And I-I’m just trying to keep up."

You stared at him, searching his face for sincerity, for something real. "And what if you can’t?"

Pau took a breath, stepping closer until the space between you was almost gone. "Then I’ll let the storm take me."

The rain intensified, droplets falling heavier, soaking you both. Neither of you moved, eyes locked, hearts laid bare.

"I’m tired of fighting you," you whispered.

He reached for your hand, fingers hesitant, almost awkward. "Then don’t. Let’s fight the storm together."

For a moment, you didn’t respond, the silence stretching like the calm before the storm. Then, finally, you squeezed his hand back, the hint of a smile breaking through the clouds of your expression.

"Don’t get lost in it, Pau. Thunderstorms aren’t kind."

He smiled, that quiet, boyish smile that always made you pause. "Neither are you."

And then, like the storm had finally broken, you leaned in, closing the gap. The kiss was soft, yet electric, a promise whispered between the rain and the wind. The city around you continued on, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

You did to him what the night does to the day.

She's thunderstorms, Pau had thought to himself as he deepend the kiss.

A terrifying thunderstorm that he couldn't help but fall in love with.

[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!

[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.

[bluem1ngs]

pau cubarsí

September 28, 2024

He focused only on the game as he ran down the field. Even though the stadium was full, he was worn out and felt strangely alone on that pitch.

The game ended when the final whistle blew. He felt nothing, nothing at all, even though they had won.

He greeted a few opponents as he crossed the field and gave his teammates a pat on the back.

He stood on the field for a while, taking everything in. He took the time to enjoy the energy of the audience and to him it still felt surreal that he had truly accomplished his aspirations and dream.

He looked around the audience and clapped with the supporters. He noticed a girl.

A girl he met when he was fifteen and simultaneously fell in love with.

His heart ached, longing for her. He fell in love with her first. That November night, the same girl who had promised to love him forever also stole his first kiss.

She lied, she had broken her promise to love him forever. She had left him.

She was so breathtakingly beautiful that it took his breath away. She wore a black mini dress & high brown boots.

Now a few shades lighter, her hair was curled and voluminous, falling over her brown leather jacket & resting on top of her head was a pair of vintage-looking brown sunglasses.

A smile was on her lips, that gentle & beautiful smile he loved some much.

But, things weren’t the same anymore. She wasn’t the same girl he fell in love with.

He turned and walked into the tunnel, not even turning to look back at her, even though it hurt him.

He still loved her, & he knew he always would, no matter what.

October 31, 2024

He weaves into the crowd around the dancers.

The sound of music completely takes over the mansion.

To the music, people danced & sang.

He twirls the cup of some sort of soda or juice in his palm and takes a sip, experiencing a scorching sensation in his throat.

He was surrounded by friends who were conversing with him, but he was almost out of it, thousands of thoughts running through his mind.

He walks away from the crowd and up the stairs, where he found a long dark hallway, with a fish tank along the walls, that aluminized a bright blue light.

As he became disoriented in the beauty of the Aquarium, he felt relieved & relaxed from the sound of the water.

His fingers graze the glass, following the paths the fishes took as a smile crept onto his lips.

A reflection of a girl overcame the glass, her skin reflecting the blue light.

He turned around, seeing her standing there.

She looked beautiful.

She’s dressed in white. It’s like she walking down the aisle, wearing an elegant ball gown with white angel wings along her back.

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

“Juliet?” he asks about her costume.

She smiled, looking down at her dress.

“Yea, I know it’s a little much.” her voice was quiet & soft.

“You look beautiful.” he tells her with a serene look.

She looks at him, and softly smiles.

“Listen, Pau..” she begins, “If I could change the way things ended between us, I would, okay?”

He waits for her to continue, watching her.

“But I would never want to change my relationship with you because falling in love with you was the best thing I ever could’ve done.” she tells him.

“Then why’d you leave me?” he looks at her, searching for an answer to his inquiry.

She can barely utter a whisper, much less a word, as she stands there, starring at him through teary eyes.

 

With a shaky breathe, a sob escaped her lips, “I don’t know, Pau. I thought I knew what I wanted and that was leaving— but the truth is.. all I want is you.”

He looks at her, with his eyes that convey a range of feelings, including love, vague, and timid, all because he was afraid to give his heart out to her again.

It hurt him to know he was the reason for her tears. Leaning in close to her he caressed her cheek with his hand, sliding his fingers into her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned her head over against his hand. He cherished her.

He stroked strands of her hair back from her temples, and her lips parted.

He didn’t realize what he was doing until he saw his fingertips smooth over her bottom lip. Her eyes went luminous and dreamy, and when he ran his fingertip over her lip again, her mouth opened wider. He found himself leaning toward her, wanting to feel her lips on his again.

He gave her a kiss on the lips. It was delicate & slow. The blue light reflecting onto their faces, as they shared a sweet kiss.

She slowly brings them apart, her eyelids fluttered half-closed as she relished the kiss.

He took in every nuance of her, before letting his hand fall from her face.

“I still do love you,“ he whispers, “I always will… I just can’t trust you.”

With sorrowful eyes, she put her hand to her heart.

Wishing that things were different for them, he met her gaze.

"Let me find your trust again," she whispered to him.

He looked at her, his eyes tentative and melancholy.

She placed her hands on the sides of his face and pressed their foreheads together.

She begged, "Please," and all he could do was give her such a delicate hug that said, "Yes, a million times yes."

She pressed breathy kisses all over his face and jaw, first on his cheek and then on his neck. She embraced him tightly, her hands encircling his neck.

Also just another small idea I had, but LMK if anyone would like a pt 2 of this story because I will definitely write it! 😚

[maiochiruhanabiraaa]

Love Letter (Pau Cubarsí.)

Summary: Pau writes a heartfelt letter to Y/N despite his insecurities. He gives it to her nervously in the park. Y/N is deeply moved and accepts his affection. Their bond grows stronger as they begin a journey of love together.

⚽

Pau woke up early, the morning sun just beginning to filter through his window. His heart raced with anticipation and nerves as he sat at his desk, a pen and paper in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, he began to write:

Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. There are so many things I've wanted to say to you, but whenever I try, my words fail me. You're constantly on my mind, and I find myself longing to express how much you mean to me.

Your presence in my life has been like a gentle breeze on a hot day — refreshing and comforting. You're the person I look forward to seeing every day, the one who brings a smile to my face with just a glance.

It’s not just your beauty that captivates me, though you are undeniably stunning. It's your kindness, your intelligence, and the way you make everyone around you feel special. You're like sunshine in my life, brightening even the darkest of days.

I know my handwriting isn’t the neatest, and my ability to express myself verbally might fall short, but please know that every word on this page comes straight from my heart.

With you, I feel like I can be myself without any pretense. You've shown me what it means to love and to be loved in return. I cherish our moments together, whether they are filled with laughter or quiet understanding.

Please accept this letter as a small token of my feelings for you. I may not have said everything I wanted to, but I promise to spend every day showing you how much you mean to me.

Yours sincerely,

Pau

His hands trembled slightly as he folded the letter carefully and placed it in his pocket.

"My handwriting isn’t pretty," he thought anxiously, "but I hope she'll understand."

Throughout the night, Pau had worried about how best to express himself.

“I am worrying all night about my bad handwriting," he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Which is about as bad as how I express my feelings."

Despite his insecurities, Pau knew he had to try. He wanted Y/N to know how much she meant to him, how she had changed his life simply by being in it.

"I try to sincerely express myself but I can’t get it out," he admitted, staring at the crumpled drafts scattered on his desk.

As dawn approached, Pau made a decision. He folded the letter into his pocket and headed out, his heart pounding with each step towards the place he knew he'd find Y/N.

"When do I give her the letter in my pocket?" he wondered aloud, his thoughts consumed with the upcoming moment.

Spotting Y/N sitting on a bench in the park, bathed in the early morning light, Pau's nerves threatened to overwhelm him. But he steeled himself, taking a deep breath to calm his racing pulse.

"Can you give me your hand?" he asked softly, approaching her with hesitant steps.

"Here, this is for you."

Y/N looked up, surprised but curious. She took the letter from Pau's outstretched hand, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting. Pau stood there, heart in his throat, waiting for her reaction.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she read Pau's heartfelt words. She looked up at him, a smile breaking through her emotional haze. "Pau," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and gratitude.

"Thank you."

Pau smiled back, relief flooding through him. "There are still so many things I ended up not able to tell you," he confessed softly, feeling the weight of unspoken words lift off his shoulders. "But I promise, I won’t leave you and run away."

They sat together on the bench, the world around them quiet and serene. Pau wrapped his arms around Y/N, holding her close as they watched the sunrise paint the sky in hues of pink and gold. "I will always be by your side," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Pau knew that his love for Y/N would continue to grow with each passing day.

Together, they had begun to write their own story, one filled with love, understanding, and the courage to express their deepest emotions.

[wifistupid]

Hello, I am a Wattpad and AO3 writer, and I want to start writing here. I write everything about FC Barcelona. Requests will always be open, and I will try to complete them as quickly as I can. (if they ask for it LOL)

I can write player x player, player x fem/male reader, or whatever you want; be specific with your request, and if it is a song, leave the meaning to make it easier for me.

𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬: AO3 profile

[coolemmasulivan2]

But Look Who He Follows

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Summary: You and Pedri have been keeping your relationship a secret, but when an interview is about to reveal that he follows you on Instagram instead of your brother, things may have to change.

Word count: 3156

Author's note: Inspired by Pedri's interview on Martínez y Hermanos.

Pedri wrapped a toilet around his waist and stepped out of the shower. The locker room was almost empty. Ferran, Dani, Cubarsí and Casadó were the only ones left.

As he began to get dressed, Ferran and Dani sat down beside him—one on each side.

Pedri glanced up from tying his sneakers and looked at them confused. "¿Qué passa?" (What?)

"Pensé que éramos amigos, hermano!" Ferran teased him. (I thought we were friends, man!)

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows.

Dani raised a hand to cover his mouth as he spoke. "So, today when I arrived I saw you having a chat with Cubarsí's sister." Pedri froze, the color draining from his face. "I mean, nothing wrong with that. I’ve talked to her a bunch of times. She’s super nice."

"But..." Ferran cut in this time, a mischievous grin playing on his face. "I heard you two were very close. Like... very, very close."

Pedri’s gaze darted to the far end of the locker room, where Cubarsí was deep in conversation with Casadó.

"What's going on? You two dating or something?" Ferran’s voice was loud enough to echo in the nearly empty locker room, and Pedri’s face flushed red with panic

"¡Cállate, idiota!" He hissed, glaring at Ferran. His eyes flicked nervously to Cubarsí and Casadó, but they were still engrossed in their own conversation. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were just having a normal conversation." (Shut up, idiot!)

Dani chuckled, clearly unconvinced. "That didn’t look like a normal conversation." Leaning in, he whispered: "You were almost kissing."

Pedri’s jaw tightened. "I don’t know what you think you saw, but we were just greeting each other. She was dropping Cubarsí off as I arrived. And yeah, like you said, she’s nice."

"Estás mintiendo. Te conozco." Ferran said, nudging Pedri’s arm with a smirk. "Is she the girl you've been texting?" (You're lying. I know you.)

"No!" Pedri snapped and blushed. "Let’s just drop this, okay?"

Dani wasn’t about to let it go. So with a mischievous glint in his eye, he called out. "Hey! Cubarsí?" Pedri���s head whipped around, and he shot Dani a deadly look.

"Yeah?"Cubarsí replied, glancing over.

"Does your sister have a boyfriend?"

Cubarsí froze, frowning at the unexpected question. "Why?"

"Oh, I’ve got this friend who’s single, and I thought--" Dani started, but Cubarsí cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"No, no. She’s a busy woman. She doesn’t have time to date."

Pedri couldn’t help but laugh under his breath at how innocent Cubarsí’s answer was. He had no idea that Pedri and you had been dating for eight months. The two of you had agreed to keep it private, and so far, you’d managed to pull it off.

"That's a pity!" Dani said. "I really thought they would be a match!" Pedri kicking Dani lightly in the leg.

You were parked outside Ciutat Esportiva, waiting for your brother, something you’d gotten used to doing since he didn’t have his driver’s license yet. It was during one of those routine that you first met Pedri.

You had just dropped your brother off at training. The rain was coming down strong, and you still felt weak from the lingering cold that had plagued you for weeks.

Truthfully, you shouldn’t have been driving. Your head was foggy, your focus scattered, but you’d assured Pau you were fine, insisting you could manage.

As you exited Ciutat Esportiva, your mind elsewhere, you didn't realise you’d drifted onto the wrong side of the road until a black Porsche appeared out of nowhere, headlights piercing through the rain.

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped. The Porsche swerved sharply, avoiding a collision, but crashed into the wall near the gate, its side scraping against the concrete with a sickening sound.

"No, no, no, no!" You muttered, panic running through you.

A security guard sprinted toward the Porsche, and you scrambled out of your car despite the rain soaking you instantly.

"Are you okay?" The guard asked, though one look at your pale face and trembling hands probably answered the question for him.

You leaned against your car door, feeling a wave of dizziness running through your still weak body. "I’m fine. I’m fine." You managed, though your voice didn’t sound convincing even to you.

The Porsche door swung open, and one of your brother’s teammates stepped out.

Pedri.

Dressed all in black, his hair quickly became wet from the rain. You recognized him instantly. You’d never met him personally, but there was no denying he was one of Barça’s most handsome players.

But when he turned toward you and the guard, your stomach dropped. A line of blood ran down his forehead.

You took a step forward, eyes wide. "Oh my god. Are you okay? I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see where I was going."

Pedri locked eyes with you and for a second he couldn't think straight. He knew who you were. Everyone at the club did. But it was the first time he’d seen you outside your car. You were always in and out of Ciutat Esportiva in a blink of an eye.

Even then, always seeing you from afar, he’d thought you were beautiful. But now, standing in front of him, a worry look on your face, he couldn't help but think you were even more beautiful.

"Sí, I'm-- I'm okay!" He said. (Yes)

"But you’re bleeding!" You said, instinctively reaching out to brush his wet hair aside for a better look at the wound. Halfway there, you caught yourself and pulled your hand back awkwardly. "Call an ambulance, please." You urged the security guard.

The guard went to grab his phone, but Pedri stopped him with a raised hand. "No, no. It’s not necessary. I'll get checked inside."

"But..."

"Really, I'm fine."

You hesitated, unsure, but his tone left no room for argument. Then you glanced at the car, guilt settling in your stomach. "I’m so sorry about your car. I'll pay for it, of course. Whatever it costs."

"It’s okay. It’s not that bad." Pedri said, glancing at the car. He knew it was bad, the damage would cost a fortune, but he didn’t want you to worry or pay for it. Even if he didn’t have insurance, he had the money to cover the repairs easily. "I’m Pedri, by the way." He added, stretching out his hand.

You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. "Oh, sorry… I’m Y/n." You said, shaking his hand.

Pedri smiled, and despite everything that had just happened, you couldn’t help but notice how it softened his features.

You smiled at the memory. Pedri made you happy and loved. The secretism only made things more interesting. Not having to deal with families, with his fans and your protective younger brother, seemed like heaven.

As you smiled like an idiot alone in your car, your brother and Casadó stepped out, talking with each other. As they said their goodbyes, Casadó walked toward his car and Pau walked toward yours smiling and making faces.

"Hola, Hola!" He greeted you.

"Hola, hermanito! ¿Estás bien?" You asked him, messing his hair. (Hello, little brother. You okay?)

"Sí! Tires and hungry." He said.

"Me too! So let's go." As you turned on the engine, you saw Dani, Ferran and Pedri walking out. Your hand paused on the stick as you looked at them, more specifically your boyfriend.

Pedro instantly recognised your car and completely forgot what they were talking about. The only thought on his head was how he had to tell you how his interview on Martínez y Hermanos went, before it aired.

"What is it?" Ferran asked him. He and Dani looked in the direction his eyes went and saw you pulling out of the parking lot. "Joder, sí que estás saliendo con ella." He chuckled. (Shit, you're definitely dating her.)

You were having dinner at your parents house, laughing at the latest story of your father when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Discreetly, you pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A message from Pedri.

P ❤️: ¿Podemos quedar en tu casa? Necesito hablar contigo. (Can we met at you place? I need to talk to you.)

He had mentioned earlier that morning, after you’d dropped Pau off at Ciutat Esportiva, that he needed to talk to you. At the time, you hadn’t thought much of it, especially since he’d left a soft, loving kiss at the corner of your lips, but now, reading the tone of his message, a shiver ran down our spine.

You: Claro! Estoy en casa de mis padres. Me voy ahora. (Of course. I'm at my parents house. I'm leaving now.)

You said goodbye to your parents and your brother and left. It was already late, so they didn't suspect it. As you reached for your car keys, your phone buzzed again in your pocket.

P ❤️: Ya estoy aquí. Conduce con cuidado. Te quiero. (I'm already here. Drive safely. I love you.)

You smiled, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you read his words. Whenever Pedri told you he loved you, it never failed to fill you with warmth.

When you arrived at your apartment, stepping out of the elevator, you saw him leaning casually against your door, scrolling through his phone. The sight of him waiting there made your heart flutter.

He looked up and smiled when he saw you. "Hola, guapa." (Hello, beautiful.)

"Hola, mi amor!" You replied, cupping his face as you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. "Come on in." You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the apartment. (Hello, my love!)

As soon as the door closed behind you, you both shrugged off your jackets. You sat down on the sofa, watching him closely. Something about his body language, his slight hesitation, the way he avoided your eyes, made you uneasy. He was nervous, and that nervousness was starting to rub off on you.

He scratched the back of his neck and avoided your eyes. "I'm… I'm going to grab a glass of water." He stuttered.

Before you could say anything, he disappeared into the kitchen. You heard the clatter of glasses and the sound of water running. After a minute, he finally returned, sitting on the coffee table in front of you, his elbows resting on his knees as he ran his hands down his face.

"¿Qué pasa?" You asked gently. (What's happening?)

He let out a long sigh. "I think I messed up."

You frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

Clearing his throat, Pedri began to explain. "So, yesterday, I did the interview on Martínez y Hermanos." You nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Well... they brought up your brother." He went on, scratching his jaw.

"And..?"

"And, they joked about how I don’t follow your brother on Instagram." You shifted on the sofa, suddenly uncomfortable. Where is this going? You thought to himself. "But they also joked about the fact that… I follow you.!"

"So, he says he has a great relationship with you, but I don't think you do with him, though." Dani Martínez began

"No, we have a great relationship."

"I don't think you get on well with him. We are investigative journalists in this show and we've looked at who Pedri follows on Instagram." Dani said and Pedri chuckled nervously, leaning back on the sofa. "For example he follows Lewandowski. He follows Lamine Yamal." He paused for dramatic effect as the video kept playing, showing his insthram page. "Then we searched for his teammate Pau Cubarsí and de does NOT follow Cubarsí."

The audience burst into laughter. "I didn't know!" Pedri defended himself.

"He’s the only one on the team that you don’t follow. The only one!"

Now flustered, he turned toward the audience where his brother Fer was sitting. "My brother has my phone. Follow him back!"

"Where is he? Where's Fer with the phone? We'll get Pedri's phone and we're going to follow him now. How are you going to leave the kid unfollowed?" He said, standing up. "We have Pedri's phone."

Sitting back down beside Pedri on the red sofa, Dani handed him the phone. Pedri searched for your brother's profile on Instagram and held up the phone for the camera, ensuring everyone could see.

"Catch this on camera, because he is waiting for Pedri's to follow him as well." As he secured the phone, Pedri pressed the follow bottom. "Ya sigue Pau Cubarsí!" Dani announced triumphantly and the audience clapped. Just as Pedri thought he was off the hook, Dani’s grin widened. "Wait, wait, wait... We found something else. And this one's even worse." (He follows, Pau Cubarsí!)

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows. “What now?” He asked, chuckling nervously.

On the big screen, a video of Pedri’s Instagram profile appeared once more. The hosts scrolled through his following list. "He doesn’t follow his teammate, but... let’s check this name here..." The cursor typed, and a familiar name popped up.

Your name.

"He follows his sister!" The audience roared with laughter, and Pedri’s face turned bright red.

"Pedri, Pedri..." Dani said, barely able to contain his grin. "Look at him blush! Don’t laugh, it’s official now. This guy thinks Pau’s sister is more interesting than his teammate!"

The laughter in the room grew even louder, and Pedri buried his face in his hands, shaking his head with an embarrassed smile.

"I told you to stop following me, Pedro!" You scolded Pedri as he sat down next to you.

"How was I supposed to know they’d go snooping through my Instagram?" He protested, his voice tinged with worry. The thought of their private relationship potentially being exposed on national TV was clearly weighing on him.

"Pedri!" You said, pacing the room and running your hands through your hair. "Everybody knew you didn’t follow my brother. It was only a matter of time before someone made a joke about it."

He watched you with concern, noticing the tension in your every move. The truth was, he was just as nervous as you were. It felt too soon to have your intimate bubble burst, too soon for the world to know about your relationship.

"Maybe people won’t make a big deal out of it."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Oh, they will. Everyone will. Your fans are going to eat me alive, and my brother is going to eat you alive."

Pedri reached out, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you onto his lap. "Is it really such a bad idea to make our relationship public?" He asked softly.

You looked at him. "Pedri... we’re not hiding." You said after a moment. "I just think we’re enjoying our time together. Without all the prying eyes and the media turning everything into a circus."

"So, you're not embarrassed of me?" He pounted.

You looked at him, shocked. "Why would I ever be embarrassed of you, Pedro?" You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. "You're my boyfriend. I love you, and I'm proud of everything you’ve accomplished so far."

His shoulders relaxed at your words, and he leaned forward to kiss your neck. "I was so nervous leaving that studio." He admitted. "I felt like my heart was going to explode." He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. "I just don’t ever want to put you in a situation where you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed."

You smiled and leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose. "You’re not embarrassing me, Pedri. If anything, you’re the one who’s going to be embarrassed on national TV."

He groaned dramatically, leaning his head back. "Ay, por favor, don't remind me."

You couldn’t help but laugh, running your fingers through his hair. "Sorry, mi amor."

"Should we tell our families?" Pedri asked, his voice soft.

You shrugged. "If you want to."

He gently ran his hand up and down your back, his touch soothing. "I do. But only if you’re okay with it."

Smiling, you let your fingers wander into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "Of course I am." Suddenly, a mischievous idea flashed through your mind, and your grin widened. "On one condition!"

Pedri raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What condition?"

Your grin turned into a sly smirk. "We don’t tell Pau anything... and we wait to see how he reacts to the interview."

Pedri let out a hearty laugh, his head tilting back. "Oh, no. You’re evil!"

"Come on!" You teased, leaning in closer. "You know it’s going to be hilarious. Imagine his face!"

He shook his head, laughing as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "He's going to kill me."

"Pff, you can handle my brother."

He laughed. "You’re trouble, guapa. You're trouble!"

BONUS SCENE:

You sat on the couch next to Pau, trying your best to keep a neutral expression as the TV flickered with the set of Martínez y Hermanos. Your brother was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, completely engrossed in the interview.

"Oh, this is going to be good." he muttered under his breath, and you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning. But deep down you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Carefully, you reached for your phone, angling it discreetly so it captured his profile and the screen in the background. The interview was just getting to the part you’d been waiting for.

When Dani handed him the phone and Pedri finally followed Pau live on TV, Pau leaned back on the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

"About time." He grumbled. "Honestly, what’s his problem?"

And then it came, the moment you'd been waiting for.

"He doesn’t follow his teammate, but... let’s check this name here... He follows his sister!"

Your brother froze, his jaw dropping as the audience on TV erupted into laughter.

"What?" He practically shouted, whipping his head toward you. "Did you know about this?"

You shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. "I mean... he probably follows a lot of people."

"Yeah, but you?" Pau’s face was a mixture of disbelief and confusion. He doesn’t follow me, but he follows you? That’s messed up!"

You couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Pau stared at you, wide-eyed.

"Why are you laughing? What’s going on here?"

"Nothing, nothing!" You said, waving him off as you stood.

"Y/N!" He shouted after you, but you were already walking toward your room, trying to muffle your laughter.

You: He didn’t even realize why you really follow me. I think we’ll have to sit him down and tell him together. 😂

Moments later, Pedri’s reply came through.

P ❤️: That went better than I thought. Let’s tell him soon... but not too soon. 😂 Te quiero.

You smiled, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s cheeky reply. This is going to be interesting.

[sports-on-sundays]

Heyy!

What do you say about Pau (cubarsi) brining his girlfriend to a tram gathering where all the Barca players and wife’s are invited and eating and enjoying their time. But could you include the other players teasing pau and/or both of them about their relationship and stuff, ofc their teasing is lighthearted but the teens in love get a little embarrassed and shy. But yeah lots of fluff.

Feel free to ignore this!

Have a good day 🩷

embarrassed and in love / Pau Cubarsí

Summary: Pau x girlfriend!reader - The young teenage couple is still in their awkward, giggly, blushing stage, so Pau's whole team teasing him about it doesn't help.

Warnings: mention of a few WAGs

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: You also have a good day. Thanks for the cute fluffy request; love it!

You sit next to Pau, listening and taking in the conversations around you, but staying quiet. You were invited to a little meet up with Pau's teammates and some of their girlfriend and wives. This is the first time for you meeting a lot of them, and being probably the youngest couple here, both you and Pau decided it'd be smart to not draw attention.

"How are you doing?" Pau mutters to you after a while. His left hand snakes to gently wrap around your right hand. He squeezes it a little.

You smile at him. "I'm good. How are you?" You reach forward to snag a snack off of the coffee table.

"I'm good," he responds with a soft smile. You nod and eat the little snack, but once you swallow, you catch Pau looking at you with a little silly twinkle in his greyish eyes.

"What?" you ask with a quiet chuckle.

He just grins wider, reaches to the table, grabs a napkin, and immediately starts wiping your face, saying, "There were some crumbs by your mouth."

"Pauuu..." you laugh, feeling yourself warming up a bit at the gesture from him.

But then suddenly a chorus of about four or five voices all say in unison, "Awww!"

Both you and Pau look up to see everyone else looking right back at the two of you. You blink in confusion, and catch Pau's whole face lighting up red in the corner of your eye. "What?!" you squeak.

"You two are adorable," Robert says with a strangely ironic grin.

"Huh?" Pau demands. "What does that mean?"

"The way you two are holding hands like that," Vitor starts with a little smile.

"Yeah," Natalia, Raphinha's wife, teases, "and the way he wipes your mouth."

"Guys, stop," Pau murmurs. It's clear that the very thing you were avoiding- having attention drawn to the two of you- has come to pass.

"Aw, they're just embarrassed," Frenkie says with a little wink, crossing his arms.

"Ah, young love," João Cancelo laments, as if he's not not even thirty yet himself.

"When did you two start dating?" Coral, Sergi's wife, asks, clearly having some sympathy for you two and the embarrassment you feel with all the attention on you.

"Uh-" you start.

"We, uhm-" Pau tries.

"Maybe a year ago..." you offer.

"You're still so shy!" Ronald teases.

Pau frowns and manages awkwardly, putting his arm around you, "Only in front of people."

"Y- Yeah..." you say, leaning into him a bit, trying to prove a point.

This doesn't happen to help your case, as after this, even more teasing ensues, all in over dramatic, slightly mocking tones; though you both know it's all in good fun, you still feel so embarrassed.

"Is she who you're always on the phone with?"

"You two are the sweetest!"

"Look at the way they look at each other. Such affection."

"So when are you going to propose, Pau?"

"Have you even had your first kiss?"

You bury your face in your hands, your heart pounding in your ears, basically a blushing mess by now. Yes, Pau has kissed you a few times, but every time when it was over, you were so embarrassed and unsure, it took about fifteen minutes for Pau to convince you that you were just fine at kissing, there was nothing to worry about, and he'd totally want to do it again.

"O- Of course we have-!" Pau snaps, trying to sound tough, but miserably failing.

"Pau!" you scold.

"What, you didn't want people to know that?!"

"They're just going to make fun of us more..." you complain softly, leaning into him. You link your arm with him and wait for more teasing.

But Pau puts his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your forehead, picking up and understanding your emotions, and that you're actually starting to get quite bothered about this, and glances up to the room, saying, "Do you mind if you just let it off for now, guys?"

There's a few seconds of silence, before İlkay says with a twinkle in his eyes, "Alright, alright. Guys, let's leave them alone."

The conversation moves on, but for a moment in it, there's an echo of someone saying, "Those two really like each other, don't they?"

"Looks like it," their partner responds back with a nod. "They're young, but look at how he takes care of her. And I'm sure she takes care of him, too."

This makes you smile a bit, just softly. You're sure Pau didn't hear it, since now, despite still gently petting your hair, he's engrossed in a conversation with Marc-André, but you did.

You snuggle in a little bit more into him and shut your eyes, content, listening to the hum of all the different voices and conversations around you.

You're just happy the teasing is over.

At least, you hope, the worst of it.

[planetpedri]

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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[halfwayhearted]

hey i was wondering if i could request a pau cubarsí x reader. maybe one where he gets jealous of a guy hitting on the reader or talking to her at the balon d’or? thank you, i love you and your work ♥️

Love Between… — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you make it clear Pau is all you want.

Word Count: 530+

Disclaimer/s — Guy, just comfort/fluff really!

A/N: The summary lowk doesn’t even fit but whatever I guess. First of all, thank you so much??? I love you :3 This was beautiful. I hate this but I don’t at the same time, soooo. Soz.

Smoothing down the hem of your dress with your free hand, you stood close to Pau, whose pinky was still, to your surprise, interlocked with yours.

It wasn’t anything stressful. He knew what he was doing and you were just there. Pau and his tendency to be attentive was something you’d grown to love. Then, suddenly, “There’s Lamine!”

At the sound of your quiet voice, the boy looks down at you before looking up, meeting the gaze of his friend you had just pointed out. “I’ll say hi to him later. Are you thirsty? I’m sure they’ll have water bottles around here somewhere,” he says.

“I’m okay. Go talk to him—I’ll be fine. I’ll manage.”

“I don’t know…” he drawls. “Do you want to come with me? He’ll want to talk to you. You can, I don’t know, maybe congratulate him or something.”

Rolling your eyes at his insistence, you poke his arm. “Pau, please, have your moment with him.”

“I—okay! Okay. I’ll… be back before you know it.”

While he walks away, the Yamal boy starts talking to him the second he spots him. You see the way your boyfriend’s smile widens when he hands him his trophy. You loved him so much. It was insane.

Before you have the chance to keep your gaze fixated on them, you hear a voice catch your attention. “I’m sorry, excuse me, are you lost?”

“Oh. Oh!” Awkward, okay. Haha. “No, I’m not—”

“‘Cause I can show you around if you’d like. I know this place like the back of my hand, y’know.”

“That’s nice… I’m not lost. Thank you, though!”

His expression drops and he nods, but your answer doesn’t stop him from continuing. How disappointing. “Did you come here alone?”

Can Pau come back? “No, I’m here with my—”

“She’s here with me.” Oh, thank God.

Stiffening, the man purses his lips. “Ah, I see. You two have a good rest of your day and… goodbye.”

Watching him depart, Pau looks over at you and frowns. “Odd of him. What did he want?”

“To know if I was lost,” you answered honestly.

“He was looking at you weirdly. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t see how he looked at me, but I’m fine. He offered to show me around or whatever, I refused. I was about to mention that I was here with my boyfriend—you, and that’s when you stepped in.” You fidgeted with your fingers. “Thank you for that, by the way. He just came out of nowhere.”

“Didn’t he? I left you alone for, like, a second.”

That gets a laugh out of you, and you warmly loop your arm with his. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you came in when you did? Seriously.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “You haven’t.”

“Well, in that case, I’m glad you came in when you did. So… how about that water! I’m a bit thirsty.”

“Water, okay,” Pau hummed, placing his other hand on your arm. His cheeks flush when you lean into him and begin to walk around in hopes of finding your beverage, that’s if you guys could.

You couldn’t, however, you both pulled through.

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @sakashq ! ౨ৎ

[n0vazsq]

Heather | Pau Cubarsi x Reader

pairing . . . pau cubarsi x student!reader

summary . . . You've always loved Pau, but did he love you back? Or was he in love with Heather to notice you?

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . its third december so i had to

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . It’s not like you wanted to be caught up in the mess that is Pau Cubarsi. You thought that at least you knew him.

You’d seen him around for months, he was, after all, one of the most popular students at your high school. Charming, effortlessly cool, and surrounded by people who adored him.

But from the first moment you saw him, it wasn’t just about his popularity or his smile.

No, it was the way his eyes seemed to catch yours in the middle of class, a look of curiosity in his eyes. Maybe it was the way he’d linger just a bit longer when talking to you, as if he was waiting for you to say something. The way he’d throw a casual wave your way whenever your paths crossed in the halls.

But you couldn’t be sure. After all, you were just one of many. And if you were being honest with yourself, you never thought you stood a chance, and you were fine with it.

But then, you started hearing things. Rumors, whispers, and stares that you couldn’t ignore.

"Did you hear?" your friend asked one day, her voice full of excitement. "Pau asked Heather out!"

You froze, a tight knot forming in your stomach.

Heather. That name. The girl who seemed to have everything you didn’t. Confidence, popularity, beauty. Everyone adored her. She was the girl that everyone expected Pau to go for.

She was perfect in every way, or so it seemed. She was the type of person you always knew would end up with someone like Pau. Not you.

His flirty glances and subtle touches hinting at something deeper. Of course, he would ask her out. Of course, she’d say yes. You couldn’t compete with that.

But there you were, helplessly in love with someone who would never look your way. Your heart ached every time you saw Pau with Heather, laughing, teasing, and sharing moments that you could only dream of.

You’d find yourself trying to shake off the jealousy, but it never worked. You knew it was pathetic, but it was hard to ignore the ache when he’d look at her like she was the only person in the room.

Then came the day that changed everything.

You were sitting on a bench outside your building, staring down at your phone, when you felt the familiar weight of someone sitting beside you. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

"Hey, you alright?" Pau’s voice broke through your thoughts. You forced yourself to glance up at him, finding that familiar smirk on his face.

"Yeah," you replied, trying to sound casual. "Just… tired."

"Yeah yeah," he said, clearly unconvinced. "You sure? You’ve been acting different lately."

You stiffened. Could he know? Could he tell that you were watching him, feeling the way his relationship with Heather was slowly tearing you apart? You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice.

"I’m fine," you said, your words more forceful than you intended.

Pau didn’t seem convinced, but he let it slide, leaning back against the bench with a sigh. His usual confidence was still there, but there was something softer about him now, something that made your heart twist.

"Look," he said after a moment, glancing sideways at you. "I don’t know what’s going on, but you’ve been avoiding me. And I hate it."

You blinked, confused. "What?"

He turned to face you fully, his eyes locking with yours. "I know you’ve been distancing yourself. I get that you’re not exactly a fan of Heather, but I don’t want to lose you too."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean? I’m not-"

"Don’t lie," he interrupted softly, his tone much more serious than usual. "I know you’ve been acting weird around me. And I can tell that something’s bothering you. You’ve been shutting me out."

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The hurt, the jealousy, the feeling of never being good enough. It all came spilling out.

"It’s nothing," you said quickly, your voice cracking despite your best effort to keep it together. "It’s just… Heather. I-I know you like her. And I’m not dumb, Pau. I can see the way you look at her."

Pau’s expression faltered for a second, like you’d hit him with something unexpected. Then he took a deep breath, his hand resting on the bench beside you, fingers brushing against yours.

"I do like Heather," he admitted softly. "But not in the way you think."

You stared at him, confused. "What?"

"I don’t know, maybe I thought she was the one I should be with. Everyone loves her. She’s perfect in every way. But…" Pau trailed off, his gaze dropping to the ground, avoiding your eyes. "I’m not in love with her, not like that. Not like I am with you."

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You shook your head, trying to process what he was saying.

"I-I don’t understand," you stammered, your heart racing in your chest. "What are you talking about?"

Pau finally turned to face you again, his eyes searching yours, earnest and full of something you hadn’t expected: vulnerability.

"I’ve been in love with you for a long time," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "And I’ve been too stupid to realize it until now. Heather? She’s not the one I want. You are."

The silence that followed was deafening. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a rush of emotions flooding through you; confusion, relief, disbelief.

"But you…" You didn’t know how to finish the sentence. It felt like your entire world was shifting beneath you.

"I’ve been an idiot," Pau said with a weak laugh, his hand slowly reaching out, brushing against your cheek. "I thought I had to follow the crowd, be with someone like Heather because it seemed right. But all along, it’s been you. You’re the one who makes my heart race, the one I want to spend time with."

Tears welled in your eyes, and you quickly wiped them away, not wanting him to see your vulnerability. But you couldn’t stop the way your heart swelled. This was everything you’d been too afraid to admit to yourself.

"I’m sorry for making you feel like you were invisible," Pau continued, his voice thick with emotion. "You’ve always been there, right in front of me, and I was too blind to see it."

The weight of his words pressed against you, and finally, you let out the breath you’d been holding.

"I- I don’t know what to say," you whispered, feeling overwhelmed.

"You don’t have to say anything," Pau replied, his voice gentle, almost pleading. "But I’d like to show you. If you’ll let me."

And for the first time in a long while, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t invisible.

[crazykitsch]

Pau Cubarsí masterlist !

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boyfriend headcanons

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[valiwrites]

heyy, how are you doing? i saw that you write for Pau Cubarsi and Marc Bernal. Will you be able to write for both? If so, thank you so much.

LITTLE GESTURES

pairing: pau cubarsi & marc bernal x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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Working at FC Barcelona’s office meant you were around the players often, and while you tried to stay professional, Pau Cubarsí and Marc Bernal made that a little harder. Somehow, they both managed to find ways to show up at your desk with small surprises, and over the last month, it’d become a quiet little routine.

One morning, you were going through emails when a coffee cup slid onto your desk. You looked up, surprised, to find Pau standing there, looking just a bit nervous.

“Thought you might need it,” he said with a shy grin. You noticed your name scribbled on the cup in his unmistakably messy handwriting, and a warm feeling settled in your chest.

“Pau, you didn’t have to,” you said, laughing a little. But he just shrugged, his cheeks a bit pink.

“Early morning, right? Figured it might help.” He shot you a quick smile before heading out, looking over his shoulder with a proud little smirk.

That same week, Marc came by with a snack—a small pack of your favorite chocolates. He handed it to you, looking a bit too casual as he leaned on the edge of your desk.

“Figured you’d be craving these after last time,” he said, watching as you smiled, genuinely touched by the thought.

“Marc, you’re the best. How’d you remember?” you asked, laughing, and he just shrugged, though he looked more than a little pleased with himself.

“Just figured I’d save you a trip to the vending machine,” he said with a small grin.

After that, it became a quiet little competition between them. Some days, you’d find a coffee on your desk from Pau, or a smoothie from Marc. They’d always downplay it, but you couldn’t help noticing the way their eyes lit up every time you thanked them.

Then, one Friday, after a particularly tough week, you found *two* drinks on your desk. One coffee from Pau, scribbled with a smiley face, and a smoothie from Marc with his name signed in neat letters. They both hovered nearby, pretending not to notice each other’s gesture, each giving the other a knowing look.

You raised both drinks with a grin, holding them up like a toast. “Well, guess I’ll enjoy both,” you said, laughing as Pau shot Marc a smirk.

“Lucky guess,” Marc said, trying to sound casual. “Just thought you’d like a smoothie.”

Pau rolled his eyes, crossing his arms with a laugh. “She loves coffee in the mornings, though.”

They looked at each other, then back at you, both of them grinning in their own shy ways. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, you two,” you said, smiling. “Thank you for taking care of me. Seriously.”

Marc shrugged, a bit more serious as he looked at you. “Just making sure you’re looked after, you know? You work hard.” Pau nodded, giving you a small smile that lingered a moment longer than usual.

Just then, Marc glanced at his watch. “Hey, you hungry?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe join us for lunch?”

Pau threw him a look, but Marc just grinned, and you couldn’t help but laugh, nodding. “Alright, let’s go.”

Lunch with Pau and Marc was filled with laughter and easy conversation. Marc told stories that made you nearly choke on your drink, and Pau added his own quiet, funny comments that had you smiling ear to ear. As you walked back to the office, Marc animatedly kept telling a story, hands waving, while Pau walked close, almost brushing your arm with his.

As you reached the building, you exchanged goodbyes, each of them lingering for just a second longer than usual. Marc grinned at you before heading off, and Pau gave you a soft look, his eyes holding yours.

Back at your desk, you realized the small gestures weren’t so small after all. They each meant more than you could’ve guessed, leaving you smiling long after they’d left.