#pat x pau

[pedriache]

The story of us — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Flick!Reader

Summary: When you and Lamine first met, it was because of a simple mistake. It was sweet and cute, and now you were faced with the task of telling your father about your relationship, or, well, convincing Lamine to agree to it.

Word count: 1.6k+

Disclaimer/s: Outfit read is wearing is in the first pic! Fluff , reader is Hansi Flick’s daughter , teasing , banter , ect.

A/N: Hi! So i’m unfortunately obsessed with the coaches daughter trope. This is ESPECIALLY dedicated to 2/3 @halfwayhearted and 1/3 dedicated to @sakashq . I love you both. Sorry that I gave you towards the end..

When your dad said dress formally… he wasn’t very specific. A dozen dresses and skirts laid out on your bed, each one a different level ranging from casual to fancy. Exhaling a long, annoyed breath, you tap your foot against the wooden floorboard.

Your door clicking open had you groaning. “Dad—“

“This is not.. the bathroom.” A boy’s voice says slowly. Whipping around you are met with a tall, dark, and.. oh lord he was cute.

Your eyebrow lifts teasingly. “Really? What was your first clue?” She recognized him—Lamine. You had known the names of every single Barcelona player, your father made sure of that.

The boy laughs lightly, his head dipping down as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. “Funny.. So—” He trails off, his eyes trailing over the clothes spread across your bed.

“Hold on! I’ll give you directions to the bathroom, but first,“ You step aside, “help me pick? I’m having a bit of trouble choosing.”

Lamine meets your eyes, silently asking for permission to take a closer look. You give him a short nod, your lip curling slightly. He takes a few steps forward, standing at your side and thinks for a moment, taking a few glances at you. “You’re wearing silver jewelry?”

You hum, “yup!”

“Then, the pink top with the white skirt.” He nods to himself. as if to assure himself of the choice.

“Perfect.” You clap your hands together. Grabbing the set, you turn towards him. “Bathroom is literally two doors back, on the left side.”

Lamine laughs, “I overshot?”

“Yes, Lamine, you did.”

His name leaving your lips not only had a weird feeling growing in his stomach, it also had his eyebrows pulling together. “You know my name?”

Your eyes move from side to side, “uh… yeah? My dad is about to be your coach, is he not?”

Lamine stumbles over his words, “well—I—okay. True. He never told us your name, though.” He cocks his head to the side with a grin.

You tell him your name and he tests it out on his tongue, hating the way he loved how it rolled off so easily. “That’s a cool name.” Lamine internally slaps himself. Cool? Seriously?

You clasp a hand over your mouth, hiding the smile that almost accompanied a laugh at the painful look that crossed his face. Removing your hand, you nudge your head to the door. “Bathroom?”

His eyes widen, “uh, yep! Yeah, thank you! Again.”

“You didn’t thank me the first time.”

“Right.”

Lamine gives you two thumbs up, his nervous smile falling instantly. A small giggle bubbles in your throat and he takes that as his cue to leave, fast.

When you finish dressing, you slip on your small heels and exit your bedroom. The dining room was packed full of people when you arrived, taking you a bit by surprise. While you searched the room for your parents, your sisters hadn’t come, too busy with their lives and leaving you all alone—you stumble into the back of someone.

“Oh shit—“ You hiss, “i’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” the mans voice was familiar, as if you heard it only ten minutes ago.

Great.

“Wow! Humiliating ourselves in front of each other twice in ten minutes, good for us.” You pat his shoulder, eyes drifting to the people beside him who were observing the two of you curiously.

Héctor Fort, Alejandro Balde, and Pau Cubarsí. Wow! You just humiliated yourself in front of so many people. Great going.

“Uh, this is Flick’s daughter.” Lamine explains, “long story. Don’t ask.” He adds when he received more questioning looks.

You give them a short wave, introducing yourself. They do the same, although you didn’t need them to. “It was nice to meet you all, but I better go find my dad!”

Scurrying off, you approach your dad. “I just absolutely embarrassed myself in front of so many people. Remind me again just why I had to attend?”

Hansi looks down in your direction, “we already talked about this. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad—where is your mother?”

Huffing, you nod your head in her direction. “Talking to one of the wives.”

“Perfect, now.. go converse.” He waves you in a random direction, “just have fun. Okay?”

“Fun?” You grumble as he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“Fun.” He nods, walking off to find his wife.

When the dinner was finally over and you’d exhausted yourself with bare minimum conversations, you make your way toward the balcony that overlooked your back lawn. The cool night air brushed against your shoulders.

Letting out a long breath, your eyes flutter shut. The moment of peace you’d been wanting all night had finally arrived.

Or not.

“May I join you?”

Opening your eyes, you turn your head to look at Lamine. “Sure, why not.” You say quietly.

Lamine stands beside you, not speaking thankfully—not that you would’ve minded, but it was nice to have some quiet time.

Minutes pass before either of you speak. You initiate it, not looking at him, “so.. thoughts?”

“On what?”

“I dunno, the house, my dad.. anything, I guess.” You shrug, twirling around so your back was leaning against the railing.

Lamine rests his hip against it, giving you an amused smile. “Your house is, well, fancy. And your dad is scary, but funny.” He answers truthfully.

You snicker, finding it funny how everyone who met your dad thought he was scary. Hansi—your father, was quite the opposite. Maybe it was just because you were his daughter, but your dad did have quite the humor when he wanted to.

“My dad is the least scary person in the world. If he was, you wouldn’t be out here alone with me. He would’ve been right behind you.” You nod toward the balcony door. “I promise he’s a chill guy.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your dad.” Lamine counters. He believed you, but he couldn’t help but doubt it when he saw the mans resting face.

Your name being shouted interrupts your conversation. You glance in the voices direction, seeing your mother’s head pop out of the door. “Your father’s about to make his.. speech.” She looks toward Lamine, eyebrow raising. “You’ll be needed too, Lamine.”

“We’ll be in soon!” You call back, silently begging for her to leave. She does, giving you a knowing look that you scowl at.

“Okay, we should probably go.” You say slowly, taking a few steps away from the railing, “but, hey—“

Lamine pauses mid step, glancing at you. “Yeah?”

“Could I get your number?” Your face grows a bright red, “that was far too direct. I just.. well you seem cool.”

The boy laughs, “yeah, of course. Here.” He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and hands it to you, allowing you to type your number in and save your contact.

“Text me sometime, i’m pretty much always available. New country and all..” You continue walking to the door, Lamine close in tow.

Months had passed, five long months. Lamine had texted you the day after he got your number and you had never stopped talking. You started hanging out regularly, which eventually progressed into his asking you out.

You’d been dating for a few weeks, and in those weeks you’d tried to convince Lamine that it would be okay to tell your dad, that he wouldn’t mind, but he had his doubts.

Sitting on the couch at Lamine’s parent’s house, one of the few places you could be together without the eyes of the public on you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you.

“Lamine.” You rub your temples, “he literally adores you! If I’m being honest, he probably likes you more than me. So please, I hate hiding this from him.”

Contemplating for a moment, he finally lets pit a sigh of defeat. “Okay! Okay. Fine, but if he sells me to a different club, it’s your fault.”

Laughing, you tilt your head up. “You’re my dad’s little starboy, he’s not selling you to anyone.” You tease, your lips pulling into a smirk.

Rolling his eyes at you, Lamine tips his head closer, lips inches from yours. “You are so annoying.” He grumbles, pecking your lips sweetly.

“Yeah, well, you love that about me.” You greet his lips in a small kiss, only pulling away to grab your phone. “Diner at parents tonight?”

“Tonight?” Lamine’s eyes widen. “Hell no.”

“Hell, yes! Actually.” You laugh, “dress nicely.”

You forced Lamine through the front door, your hand gripping his tightly. “Get in! You’re acting like you can’t walk.”

“Yeah, well, i’m sort of paralyzed in fear. No thanks to you.” He hisses, scowling when he sees the entertained look on your face.

“Is that you, Engel? [angel]” Your dads voice calls out from the living room.

“Yeah!” You yell back, turning to lamine to whisper, “I may have forgotten to mention you were my boyfriend.”

Lamine has no time to react when your dad walks out of the living room entrance to greet you. A sweat breaks out on the boys forehead when his coaches eyes land on him.

“Lamine? What are you doing here…” He stops speaking slowly, eyes flickering to you with something a little less than surprise, but something near it. “Huh.” He nods. “Well, dinners almost ready. You can go to the dining room.”

Mild reaction, expected reaction.

“Perfect! I’m starving.” You squeeze Lamine’s hand and pull him toward the kitchen, trying not to comment on the absolute fear written across his face.

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

[httpsdana]

Hi how are you, please can you do something with Pau Cubarsi and just something super sweet and fluffy x

Blush and Bliss~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

It’s a Friday night, and y/n finally convinced Pau to do a self-care evening with her. He was hesitant at first, but with after a little pleading and a playful pout, he caved, laughing as he said, “Alright, princesa, whatever you want.”

She set up everything in the bathroom, laying out face masks, lip masks, and even some under-eye patches. Pau looks at it all with wide eyes, a bit overwhelmed. “Are we really putting all of this on my face?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, and you’ll love it!” she insisted holding up a fluffy headband. “Now sit down, handsome. This is going to be so relaxing.”

He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the tub. “If you say so. But only because my princesa wants to pamper me.” He lets her put the headband on, holding back a laugh as she adjusts it to keep his hair out of his face.

"you look so cute" she pinched his cheeks, making him roll his eyes playfully, opposite to the blush that found its way on his cheeks

She started by applying a hydrating face mask to his skin, and Pau sits still for about ten seconds before leaning in, trying to steal a kiss. “Ah-ah,” she denies, pushing him back gently. “We can’t mess up the mask, Pau! Give it a few minutes.”

He pouts, feigning offense. “You’re so cruel,” he teases. “How am I supposed to sit here with you looking so cute and not kiss you?”

y/n laughs slightly, rolling her eyes. “You’ll survive. Let me just finish applying the mask.” Once it’s on, she grabs two pink lip masks, handing one to him. “Okay, now this one goes on your lips.”

Pau examines the lip mask with curiosity. “It’s… pink,” he says, chuckling. “Are you sure this is going to make me look good?”

“Of course!” she grins, peeling the backing off and helping him place it on his lips. “You’re going to be the most radiant man in Barcelona.”

He tries to speak but remembers the mask and just gives her an exaggerated thumbs-up, making her giggle. Then she puts on her own lip mask, sitting down beside him.

y/n sits there, scrolling through her phone, showing him funny memes and videos, and he’s trying to laugh without moving the mask. But after a few minutes, he scoots closer, eyes twinkling with mischief. She narrows her eyes at him. “Pau… don’t even think about it.” she mumbled under the mask

He feigns innocence, his eyes wide. “Think about what, cariño?” he said, his mask slipping a bit.

She gives him a playful glare. “You know what. No sneaking kisses. We need these to stay put.”

He pouts again, mumbling through the mask, “You’re so mean.” Then he adds in a dramatic tone, “I’m suffering, and you don’t even care. I just want one little kiss.”

“Patience,” she giggles. “Good things come to those who wait.” She pats his cheek, and he sighs, pretending to be heartbroken.

Eventually, the time is up, and y/n gently peels off the lip and face masks. Pau watches her carefully, his green eyes watching intensely every detail of her face as she gently helped him remove the masks.

He eagerly waited for her to finish so he can finally close the distance between them. y/n leaned in to inspect his face, admiring how soft his skin looks.

“There,” she say with a satisfied smile, running a finger along his jaw. “You look radiant, Pau. How do you feel?”

He grins, reaching up to touch his cheeks. “Like I’m glowing. Guess my princesa knows what she’s doing.”

She's about to respond when he suddenly grabs the back of her neck and pulls her close pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. y/n laughs against him, feeling the warmth of his hands and the giddy happiness bubbling up in her chest. He pulls back with a mischievous grin. “Finally!” he says. “You have no idea how hard that was.”

She giggles, resting her forehead against his. “You survived. And now you’re all soft and pampered.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed with the results. “I hate to admit it, but you might be onto something with this self-care thing.”

“See?” she said in a teasing tone. “Next time, you won’t even need convincing.”

“Next time?” he laughs, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. “Only if it means I get more time like this with you.” He brushes his nose against hers, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. “And maybe a few more of those kisses.”

She smiles, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Pau. Otherwise, I’d make you wait even longer.”

“Oh, so I’m cute now?” he teases, his eyes gleaming with mischief, although his cheeks had turned into the darkest shade of red. “You didn’t seem to think I was cute when you were pushing me away earlier.”

y/n laughs at his words playfully rolling her eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re adorable. But let’s go finish our self-care night with some popcorn and a movie. I promise no more masks, just you, me, and maybe a blanket fort.”

He lights up at the idea, taking her hand and tugging you toward the living room. “That,” he says, squeezing her hand, “sounds perfect. As long as I get to hold my princesa the whole time.”

The two of them end the night snuggled up in a cozy blanket fort, laughing, sharing popcorn, and stealing plenty of kisses—face masks no longer in the way.

[kamotecue]

from strangers to friends—friends into lovers (and now we’re strangers again) ✬ m. leon

pairing: mapi leon x reader

summary: you were the center-back’s first love, yet you couldn’t really act upon it. how could you, a royal and a commoner?

you felt someone wrap their tiny hand around the pinky of your finger, it was astrid—you’re only daughter the heiress to the swedish throne. a soft smile was worn upon your face, as you heard her hum to one of your favorite songs.

you looked beside her only to see her twin brother, andres who followed suit—carrying a small bag, his sister’s to be exact. she had always been a fan of sweets, something she had gotten from you. her brother however, preferred something sour—but was never one to deny a treat from his sister.

“du gillade aldrig riktigt att ta pauser, mamma. [you never really liked taking breaks, mom.]” andres commented, as you chuckled. they were right—ever since the tragedy that happened to the swedish monarch, you were held up in the office.

but you always managed to have time for the mischievous duo. they’d love to play pranks on you, you would never get mad but instead have a laugh about it.

“jag kanske inte gillar att ta pauser, men om det är med er två—skulle jag ta en paus när som helst. [i may not like taking breaks, but if it’s with the two of you—i’d take a break anytime.]” you chuckled as andres gave you a small hum, clearly satisfied with your answer.

“kan jag spela på stranden, mamma? [can i play on the beach, mom?]” you heard andres asked, as you gave him a soft look before nodding.

he cheered brightly before rushing, the assigned bodyguard followed suit—ensuring his safety as you snickered.

“var försiktig! [be careful!]” he looked back before giving you a nod. you looked down to see astrid looking at her brother with a soft look—the best duo you’ve ever known.

“mamma, kan vi få glass? [mom, can we have ice cream?]” you gave her a hum, clearly thinking about it before giving her a small yes.

you gave a small nod to a bodyguard, as he returned it, heading to the beach to catch up to your son. you were in disbelief of what was yet to come, memories that you desperately tried so hard to hide.

meanwhile, on the beach a small child was walking around—finding the perfect place to build a sand castle. the two bodyguards were always five steps behind, but it was enough to catch attention from people they passed by.

but a soft oof was heard as andres had accidentally bumped into someone, sending him to the sand. isak, his personal guard’s eyes widens as he rushed forward kneeling on the sand—as he analyzed the young heir.

“är du okej, din höghet? [are you okay, your highness?]” isak’s soft voice was heard, as andres gave him a small nod. he helped the prince up, carefully dusting off the sand that resided in his hair.

“tack, isak. [thank you, isak.]” a lopsided grin was shown on the prince’s face, but a thankful expression was noticeable.

andres looked up to see a woman with a concerned look, but he had noticed the tattoo that was written on her neck—looks can be deceiving.

“are you alright?” she asked, her voice was soft yet filled with concern. but the young prince looked a bit gobsmacked.

“it’s you—you’re the one my mother talks about.” the swedish prince spoke in english, as isak hummed at the prince’s words. mapi looked at him in confusion, slightly tilting her head.

but with a slight pat on the back from her club teammate, frido gave him a formal bow—recognizing him from afar.

“ers höghet, jag ber om ursäkt för min vän. vi spelade fotboll och hon gick för att hämta bollen. [your highness, i apologize for my friend. we were playing football and she went to grab the ball.]” mapi who looked confused, yet flabbergasted at the swedish words clearly not understanding a thing.

the prince just hummed before giving frido a soft smile.

“det är okej, det var ingen skada. [it’s alright, there’s no harm.] however, it’s nice to finally meet you—maria leon.” the prince gave the spanish center back a soft smile, as frido hummed in confusion.

“how do you know me?” mapi asked, slowly pointing to herself as her attention was quickly brought somewhere else.

“broder, vad har du gjort nu? [brother, what have you done now?]” astrid slowly approached the scene followed by a pair of body guards as well. her pink dress stood out as the bodyguards wore suits, yet it fitted the future queen.

frido’s eyes widened a bit, as she gave the crown princess a formal bow—also pulling mapi in a bowing gesture. the barca players had watched from afar, not knowing if they should join or simply watch from afar in amusement.

“i would hear stories about you from my mother, y/n l/n. además, es imposible no conocer al central del barça. [furthermore, it’s impossible not to know the barça center back.]” mapi’s eyes widened at the mention of her first love—while frido looked absolutely stunned at the prince’s fluent spanish.

“jag tror inte att mamma skulle vara nöjd med det. [i don’t think mom would be happy with that.]” astrid said, as andres hummed at her sister’s words.

“pido disculpas por mi hermano gemelo, soy astrid l/n, es cierto que nuestra madre ha hablado de ti. [i apologize for my twin brother, i’m astrid l/n—but it’s true that our mother has talked about you.]” astrid said, holding her hand out—mapi softly shook it, still stunned by the fact that she met the children of her first love.

it was a sudden goodbye after all, you and mapi were childhood friends—almost turned into lovers. the reasons that she has yet to know.

“vi måste gå små, jag fick ett viktigt samtal. [we have to go little ones, i had an important call.]” your voice rang from afar, as you had gazed to where your children were. mapi’s eyes had interlocked with yours, as yours widened with realization.

frido had done a formal bow, it was her queen after all. yet you were shell shocked at the whole thing. little did you know, this wasn’t the last time that you’ll meet again.

[n0vazsq]

Surprise | Pau Cubarsi x Reader

pairing . . . pau cubarsi x gf!reader

summary . . . Your long distance boyfriend shocks you with a surprise visit

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . DIED OMG I NEED THIS DNIIIII

. . . Rain trickled down the window, creating a pattern of soft streaks against the glass. The evening felt unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of your laptop sitting unopened on the coffee table.

You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Even your favorite show, playing in the background, didn’t hold your attention.

This was the kind of day where the weight of having a long distance relationship felt heavier than usual. Normally, your daily calls and texts with Pau made the distance manageable.

But today? Today, even his usual sweet messages didn’t quite fill the void.

His call earlier had been brief but warm, as always. "Just a regular day," he’d said when you asked what he was up to. There was something in his tone, a slight edge you couldn’t pin point.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe you were overthinking. Either way, you had told yourself not to dwell on it so much.

The sound of your phone buzzing broke your train of thought. You glanced at the screen, hoping it was him again, but it was just a notification. Sighing, you tossed the phone onto the couch and pulled your blanket tighter around you.

Then came the knock at the door.

You froze. It was late, too late for an unannounced visitor. Your friends didn’t drop by without notice, and you weren’t expecting any deliveries. For a moment, you debated ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of you.

Dragging the blanket along like a cape, you made your way to the door. Peeking through the peephole, you gasped.

There he was.

Pau.

His messy hair was damp from the rain, and he wore his favorite hoodie, the one you always teased him about because of its slightly worn out sleeves. A boyish grin was on his lips, and in his hand was a bag of snacks, a mix of your favorites, no doubt.

You flung the door open, the blanket slipping off your shoulders. "Pau?"

"Surprise," he said softly, his grin widening.

Your heart swelled, and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him. He staggered back slightly but caught you, laughing as he hugged you tightly. His scent, fresh rain and the faint hint of cologne, wrapped around you like a second blanket.

"What- how- what are you doing here?" you stammered, pulling back just enough to look at him.

"I missed you," he said simply, his green eyes warm and unwavering. "And I thought, why not? So here I am."

"Here you are," you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. "Are you mad?” "

"Mad? Pau, I’m-" You laughed, shaking your head. "I’m so happy I could scream. But also, you’re insane."

"Insane for you," he replied, his grin turning playful.

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest spread, filling every corner of your body. "Get in here before you catch a cold."

He stepped inside, shaking the rain from his hair like a puppy. You shut the door behind him and watched as he kicked off his sneakers and set the snack bag on the coffee table.

His ease in your space made it feel like he’d always been here, like the distance that usually separated you had never existed.

"Nice place," he said, nodding toward the couch.

"Not as nice as seeing you in it," you shot back, your cheeks heating at how sappy it sounded.

He smiled. "Good one. You’ve been saving that for when I show up, haven’t you?"

You rolled your eyes again and grabbed his hoodie’s sleeve, tugging him toward the couch. "Shut up and sit down."

He laughed, flopping onto the couch and patting the spot beside him. "Come here."

You didn’t need to be asked twice. Curling up beside him, you rested your head on his shoulder, your legs draped over his lap. His arm wrapped around you automatically, pulling you closer.

"This feels unreal," you murmured, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his hoodie.

"For me too," he admitted. "But I needed this. I needed you."

Your heart melted at his words. He always had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world, even from miles away. Now, with him beside you, it was overwhelming in the best way.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked, reaching for the remote.

"Anything," you said, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "As long as you’re here."

He laughed as he scrolled through the streaming options, the sound filling your stomach with butterflies. "Rom com or something scary?"

"Rom-com," you said quickly. "I’m not risking you laughing at me if I get scared."

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in amusement. "Who says I’d laugh?"

"You, every time we’ve watched a scary movie together," you retorted.

"Fair point," he admitted, deciding on a rom com.

As the movie started, you felt yourself relax for the first time in weeks. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, and you found yourself stealing glances at him more often than watching the film.

"Stop staring," he teased, not taking his eyes off the screen.

You blinked, caught. "I’m not staring."

"You totally are, amor."

"And what if I am?" you challenged, tilting your head to look up at him.

He finally turned to you, his grin softening into something more tender. "Then I’d say I don’t mind."

The warmth in his gaze made your cheeks heat again, and you playfully shoved his shoulder. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you love me," he joked.

"I do," you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could second guess them.

His expression shifted, his teasing smile giving way to something deeper. "I love you too," he said, his voice steady and sure.

For a moment, the movie, the rain, and the world outside faded into nothing. It was just you and Pau, wrapped up in each other, the distance that had felt so unbearable earlier now nonexistent.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I’d do this every day if I could," he murmured.

"Show up unannounced?" you teased, your voice thick with emotion.

"Exactly," he said, grinning. "I’d surprise you so much, you’d get sick of me."

"Never," you said firmly, your hand resting over his. "I could never get sick of you."

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, soft kisses, and whispered conversations between scenes. The movie eventually ended, but neither of you made a move to get up. Pau shifted slightly, pulling you closer so you were practically on top of him.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his hand brushing through your hair.

"Mm-hmm," you mumbled, your eyes growing heavy.

"You’re falling asleep," he said softly, his tone laced with amusement.

"Only because you’re too comfy," you countered, your words slurring slightly.

"Blame the hoodie," he joked, but his voice was soothing, almost hypnotic.

You felt his lips press against the top of your head one last time before sleep hit you. And as you drifted off, wrapped in his arms, you realized that moments like this made all the distance, all the waiting, more than worth it.

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[sports-on-sundays]

hiee, could you do a pau x reader where they've known each other since middle school or so and started dating in high school and are best friends before anything else. but as he starts to get famous and known in the group he gets his head in the clouds and starts neglecting her and is embarrassed by her (?) she tries to save their relationship but gets sick of it and breaks it off and gavi has to knock some sense into pau. (pls make it angsty 😭) i love your writing so much!!

love and fame / Pau Cubarsí

Summary: Pau x girlfriend!reader - In which the fame starts to get to a certain teenager's head.

Warnings: angst, neglect, crying, censored cuss

Requested?: Yea

Author's Note: This is a very good, well thought out request; thanks for the great idea! And honestly it makes me so happy to know you like my writing so much; thank you! Also I don't know if you meant it to be a romantic relationship, but I made it that in the end and only realized you may have meant something different once I was finished, so I'm sorry if I misinterpreted that, and I hope you like it still, either way!

It's like you knew what would happen before you even knew it.

"Wow, Pau," you had grinned, high-fiving your boyfriend after a game. You gave him a short hug, patting his back. "You're getting pretty famous, huh?"

"Yeah," he had laughed a bit. "It's crazy. Months ago, I felt like, you know, just me. Just Pau. Now people know me. They're asking for my autographs more and more. Someone wanted me to take a picture with their baby!"

Your nose had crinkled up, but also you laughed a bit at that. "Whoa." You lean back to look up at him, crossing your arms. "Well, you've always been 'just Pau' to me. Cute Pau, who plays football, and who my friends all tell me has a crush on me."

"Yeah, until I confessed it," he said with an eye roll, feeling as though he'd heard this a million times, but still enjoying hearing it, regardless.

But for right now, he looked at you with meaning, and pride. "But aren't you impressed? You know, that I'm going big?"

You grinned. Right now, for now, he cared about what you thought. He cared to make you proud.

Still.

"Hmmm... Ask me again after you've won some silverware," you had teased lightheartedly, obviously proud of him.

He grinned back and claimed confidently, "It's only a matter of time!"

Then you had started walking together, with his arm around your shoulders. You hesitated, pondering for a bit on your words, before casually commenting, "Just don't let the fame get to your head."

"What do you mean?" he had asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"You know... I just hope you'd never put it before me. Or before any other people you love, for that matter."

But he laughed, brushing it off right away. "Of course not, Y/n. No need to worry about that!"

And by the way he said it, you believed him. That sounded so genuine. As if it was silly for you to worry about such a thing. So you trusted him.

Now you see he should've given that comment from you a little bit more thought before openly denying it could ever be a possibility.

Because now, scarily enough, it looks like a very likely possibility.

You're visiting family in Seville, and planned it that way so you'd be able to surprise Pau by meeting him at his game. You weren't exactly expecting him start the game, but when you saw he was, that made it even better.

Or so you thought it would.

Well, it was a great game to watch. Anyone could say that much. A 2-4 win with a hat trick from Ferran- you're happy this is the away game you were able to plan to come to.

Now you laugh and exclaim when you see Pau after the game, all dressed in street clothes again with a few of his teammates- the two goalscorers themselves, and Iñaki Peña. But when he looks up and sees you, he suddenly looks-

uncomfortable?!

"H- Hey, Y/n," he quickly says, glancing to his teammates.

"What's your problem?" you demand, promptly shoving Ferran a bit in order to get to your boyfriend and stand in front of him with crossed arms.

"Nothing... Just, come on..." he says, grabbing your hand and starting to walk quicker down the hall. You see him eyeing both his teammates and a camera in the hall very nervously.

"Is something wrong...?" you inquire.

"Nope! But yeah, great game, no?" he says as you exit the hallway. He seems to be keeping a strange amount of distance between you and him.

"Right... You did great..." you respond, nodding slowly, your thoughts now completely elsewhere.

"Why?" you demand, crossing your arms. You were all ready, wearing your backwards flat cap, football jersey, and shorts. You were just tying up your hair, sitting across from him in an ice cream parlor, when Pau dropped his stupid little suggestion. "Why can't I come to training with you?"

"Be- Because it's not for you!" he argues. "It's for me. You're not a part of the team. You're not even a guy. It's not fair for you to just show up."

You frown. "What, did someone tell you that? Or did you just make that up on the spot, because there's some other reason why you don't want me coming?"

After knowing each other for five years, you and Pau have pretty much figured out how to catch if the other is lying or not.

Pau's face lights up pink embarrassed, proving your suspicions to be true.

You frown. "Pau, your whole team loves me! They don't mind if after training I kick the ball around with them a bit! What, is that the reason? Are you jealous?"

"No... no. That's not it," he shakes his head slowly, before suddenly looking at his watch. "Oh, God, I've got to go now, otherwise I'll be late!"

"I'm coming with!" you demand, standing up.

"No, no!" he says, gently pulling you away from the door. He forces you to look him in the eyes and mutters, "Please?"

You frown deeper. Hesitate. You sigh and mutter, "Whatever. Sure. But we're going to talk about this later."

He nods, seeming a little too relieved for it to be normal, before he walks out of the parlor, shutting the door behind him with a jingle of it's bell, leaving you standing alone in there, looking like an idiot.

You sigh, trying to process all this, but not understanding any of it one bit.

When you see Pau again, he somehow manages to avoid that talk you promised him by just being the sweetest with all his cuddles and compliments. You don't realize it was forgotten before he's gone, and it's too late now.

You sigh, deciding to brush it off. Convincing yourself it's nothing.

But then it goes weeks. No communication, or very little. It's strange, and extremely unlike Pau, who has always been one to always respond. Always spam rants. He always has the last word.

So to be suddenly sending short, dry, infrequent texts? And not inviting you to any dates or events?

It gives you a bad, bad, sinking feeling.

"Hey, Pau!" you attempt at smiling when you finally see him again. "It's been... too long, love..." you start. It's after a home game, and you wanted to catch him.

But he sort of just...

Puts you aside.

"One second, Y/n. I've got to finish something. And, uh, can you not just show up at a game like this...? You're kind of...?"

"I'm kind of... what?!" you demand, grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to give you his attention.

He hesitates, before muttering, "You're kind of dragging me down."

Your mouth drops at the same time as your heart does in your chest. "I'm- I'm what?" Your eyes are wide.

He blushes and mutters, "I guess I just... I kind of want to have you and my... my football life, my fame, separated."

You glare, crossing your arms. "Since when have you wanted me separated from anything in your life? What is this all of the sudden?"

He frowns, blushing deeper. "I don't know... I just... I don't know."

"Okay," you snap. "Whatever." And you walk off in anger, just like that.

He doesn't call you back, so you suppose you're leaving, just like he wants you to.

"So?" you stare across at Pau, unimpressed. You invited him to your house, and now you sit at your kitchen table with your hands resting on it, crossed.

"What?" he sighs, looking guilty.

Well, he probably is guilty. He's super guilty. This conversation is just a matter of figuring out what he's guilty of.

"Why have you been ignoring me? Why have you seemed embarrassed any time I'm around? Are you ashamed of me?"

He frowns. "Uh..."

"So you are ashamed of me?" just the question of that sends a pang through your chest.

"I-"

"Why? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing! It's just... Y/n, listen. I'm famous now. You're, like, just Y/n. You're just a regular girl... I just don't..."

"You don't want it being known you have just a regular girlfriend?!" you fume. "You said you wanted to be 'just Pau'! You said you didn't mind that!" You stand up. "But now you can't have your girlfriend being 'just Y/n'?" you jab in a mocking tone.

He takes your hand and says hesitantly, "You can be my girlfriend... I just..."

"You just don't want anyone seeing me, ever. You're ashamed of me," you confirm, pulling your hand away from his. You hesitate, before saying, "I'll give you a chance. If you can get your head out of the clouds, do it, because we have something that isn't worth losing over this."

He looks up nervous. "You would break up with me?"

"If you don't fix this, Pau. I love you, but I won't-" your voice falters for the first time. "I won't stay with you if you don't fix this. You can't expect me to put myself through that."

He suddenly stands up and hugs you, but it doesn't feel right. It should feel more comforting than it does.

But you swallow. You need to trust him. You should trust that the boy you've loved for years wouldn't throw away your relationship so easily.

He wouldn't, right?

You lay awake at night, laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Tears run softly, slowly down the sides of your face, onto your pillow, sinking into it.

Disappearing.

"Pau," you whisper into the empty, stuffy, lonely dark room. "What is it about me? Is there another girl you like more? Am I really that much to be... To be ashamed of?" You groan.

Great. Now I'm talking to myself, because I know I couldn't say this right ot his face.

I'd be too scared to know what his answers would be.

I just want him back. The Pau I know. Not this distant, strange thing he has going on. I want the sweet boy who always wanted me around. The boy who could never shut up about me, never stop raving about me.

Now he's ashamed of my very existence, it seems.

Is it really just the money breaking him? The fame, shattering him to pieces?

That's the only solution you can think of, but you don't want to settle for it.

You shut your eyes, convincing yourself that sleep is needed now.

Though shutting your eyes just pushes more tears out of them.

"It's over..." Somehow, you clench your jaw and stare into him. Somehow, you force yourself to look as hard and cold as a rock.

And as strong as one.

But inside, you're being shattered to pieces, and it's only a matter of time before you break.

Like, for real.

"What? Y/n, no- Please!" But his words, and his tone, doesn't match up with the look in his eyes.

Not exactly.

It's like there's two parts of him, inside, battling each other.

One sees the worth in this relationship. One regrets, and wants to amend. One wants to hold on.

But the other more predominant part is ready to let you go. It sees you as a burden, as a girl that's going to drag him down and make him look bad. A girl who isn't charismatic enough, or pretty enough, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity. A girl who just doesn't make the cut.

Now, you can't stop tears from filling up your eyes as you snap back bitterly, "No, Pau. I gave you a second chance. And a third chance. You didn't listen. You clearly don't care enough about me to get your head out of the clouds and actually make a change! So it's over! Over!"

And by the time you walk out, you're sobbing. Tear, streaming down your cheeks. Your legs shake, and everything feels so wrong.

It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair.

We were meant to be.

Forever.

We were suppose to be made for each other.

You sit alone in your room. Pulling at your messy, knotted hair. Feeling unwanted.

You are unwanted, Y/n, a voice in your head screams. He was the one that seemed to love you most, that seemed to never want to hurt you. And he was the one who let go of you, in the end.

You choke out another sob. Your parents were concerned, trying to figure out what was wrong, but right when you yelled when you walked into the house that he's an ungrateful b*tch and you never should have gotten with him in the first place-

You suppose they figured it was Pau.

You swallow back your tears, though you know that won't do anything in the end.

They're just going to keep coming.

For months, it's like you were holding this all in. All these emotions. The hope that things would turn around kept you strong enough not to fall apart.

But now here you are.

Falling apart, because now you see there is no hope.

And it really is over.

You roll over, staring at the wall. Tired, blubbering, whimpering back the sobs that softly escape from you. Staring at the peeling Barcelona posters. Anger boils up in you, and you suddenly reach up. "I don't want anything to do with you and your stupid club that changed you!" you suddenly scream, tearing it off the wall, throwing it on the floor.

You press you forehead against the cool wall, breathing deeply and sniffle pathetically, "I loved you."

And you add as your head pounds from all the confusion and tears in a soft cry, "And I still do."

"Is something wrong?" Gavi quite suddenly asks of Pau during some light warmups.

"Why do you ask?" Pau demands, meeting his eyes.

"You've been... quiet. Seems like something is on your mind?"

"Not really," Pau lies.

"Yeah, right."

"Why do you say that?" challenges the younger of the two teenagers.

"Because I know you're wrong. I know something is on your mind."

Pau frowns, pouting a bit at that. "How could you tell?"

Gavi shrugs casually, stretching out his leg gently. "Just can. But anyway- what is it? Does it have to do with your girlfriend suddenly seemingly disappearing off the face of planet Earth?"

Pau groans, leaning his head back. "How did you know?" he says, sounding more sarcastic and defeated this time than he sounded last time.

Gavi shrugs once more. "Two plus two equals four. So she ditched you?"

"That's a harsh way to put it."

"So she ditched you," Gavi repeats, but this time it's not a question, and more like a confirmation. He waits a few seconds, grabs a ball, then starts doing keepie uppies. After some more time, he passes the ball to Pau in the air as he asks, "So why was it?"

"Why was what?" Pau asks, playing stupid, as they continue passing the ball back and forth, doing a few kick-ups in between each pass.

"You know," Gavi says simply.

Pau sighs heavily. "Ask her, if you want to know why she broke up with me."

"But I'm asking you."

"You're nosy!"

"Okay, sure. Anyway, why did she break up with you?"

Pau frowns. Hesitates. "I don't know. I think she didn't think I was giving her enough attention?"

"Were you?"

Pau glances away.

"Were you?" Gavi repeats.

Pau sighs again. "Probably not." But then he quickly adds, "I just don't know if she was good for me."

"What do you mean? Why not?" There's no judgment in the nineteen-year-old's voice. Just inquiry.

Pau shrugs tentatively. "I don't know... I mean, like, she's just kind of regular."

"Regular?" Gavi asks, and now there's judgment in his tone. Judgment that Pau doesn't particularly appreciate.

"Yes, regular! She's just, like, some girl! I'm getting famous now, and there are so many girls that have crushes on me... like, all over. I mean, you know how it is. Would you settle for some random girl-next-door type, when you have so many options?"

"What do you expect to get?" Gavi demands. "Some girl who looks pretty but has no heart? Some girl that wants your money over your personality? Pau, if I had a girlfriend that I'd have known for as long as you've known Y/n, I wouldn't let go of her for all the money in the world."

"Maybe you're a different person than me, then!" Pau snaps, getting red in the face.

"Of course I am! But I'm just telling you my opinion. She's sweet, and she loves you. She has your interests, she cares, and you already know each other's families. Do you really not love her, or are you just embarrassed that you love her?"

Pau's jaw clenches. "I- I don't know." But something about what he just said, deep down in his chest, seems to hit home.

"And, God, she's pretty. I think you're being a bit too high with your expectations. Seems to me you think you're better than you are." Gavi looks up as he passes the ball in the air once more to Pau. "Maybe you should get your head out of the clouds, step down from the pedestal you've built yourself, and look at things a little bit more rationally to how reality actually is." As the ball lands at Pau's feet, Gavi turns with a wave. "If I were you, I would think about this more. It's clear you're not the same without her. You think you'll be happier without her, but clearly, you're not."

As Gavi walks away, paying careful mind to his knee, he comments, glancing back one more time, "You should think about apologizing. Think about what I said. Because that girl is worth a lot more than you think she is right now."

And Pau is left there, standing. Staring.

And, yes, he has a lot to think about.

It's not too far off to say that you've been a shell of yourself since the breakup. There's a hollowness to your eyes, and silence to your vocal cords, and a constant slight shaking to your hands.

It's like you're holding on my a thread, because at any moment, you could break.

Again.

Sometimes you wonder to yourself why you would let a boy control your feelings so much.

But then you remind youreslef that usually, you wouldn't.

Pau was always just different.

Something about you and him clicked.

Perfectly.

There was never a fear of a breakup with him. You never even expected that to happen. You imagined yourself always to be with him. Someday, you might even get married.

Of course, you had had your fantasies about that.

But now that expectation is crushed, and your heart can't deal with it.

So much so that you had to block is number. And all his socials.

Because it was too much of a temptation to just text him. And beg for him to accept you back.

And you knew that wouldn't do any good in the end.

After all, there was a reason why you broke up with him, and a good one, at that.

But in the end, that makes it harder for Pau, two weeks of thinking and stressing after his chat with Gavi, to talk with you.

So he has to go to your house to talk to you.

No getting out of this the easy way, through a text conversation.

Gavi's words just kind of hit a cord in him. Got him thinking. And now as he walks up to the house with a pathetic bouquet of roses behind his back, he's nervous. He feels emotional, but isn't sure how to deal with the feelings he's experiencing.

He supposes when he sees you, he'll just let whatever comes out of his mouth come out, like he usually does, and he'll hope this time, it's something good.

He knows that's not the best approach to life, but can't think of a better way.

When you hear the doorbell ring, you don't really care. Probably just a delivery man, or your parents friends, or something like that. Something you don't care about. So you continue zoning out on your phone, laying on your bed, wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.

When your mother answers the door, Pau immediately blurts nervously, "H- Hey... Mrs. Y/s/n. Is Y/n home...?"

She squints hesitantly.

Of course. Probably Y/n trash talked me, Pau thinks to himself. Will she even let me in her home?

But after some thought, she turns and calls into the house, "Y/n! There's someone at the door to see you." She gestures to Pau, beckoning for him to come in.

So she leaves the room, and you enter.

And freeze.

Here Pau is. The first time you've seen him in... way too long. And you're wearing pajamas. Your hair is messy. You probably look so tired.

"Pau?" you barely speak. "Why're you here?"

Suddenly he pulls out a bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back, and blurts, "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You stare at the roses, before hesitantly taking them. "Uh, I..."

Suddenly he takes your free hand in both of his, wrapping it around his two. And he starts rambling. "Y/n, I'm so sorry... I was wrong; I didn't know what I was doing or talking about. I was stupid... I was putting other things over the most beautiful girl in the world. Your heart is one of gold... I'm so stupid, and it took one of my friends talking sense into me for me to even realize what I was doing,- the exact thing I told you I would never do. So I'm sorry, and I want you to please take me back, because I feel like we are actually meant to be. It feels wrong with you not as my girlfriend, so I, uh... I think I want to try this again and show you how much of a good boyfriend I can be. I can put you above the fame, because I think I really do love you, and my heart belongs with yours. I- Are you crying?"

You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. "P- Pau..." you murmur, your voice cracking. "You... You're so..." You cough a little, and let out a little hiccup.

"You... I'm sorry for making you cry..." he says right away, concern etched into his face.

You throw your arms around him and begin crying softly into his shoulder. He gently rubs your back, as you press the roses against his.

"You made me cry so much," you breathe. "More than you'll ever know."

"Oh, Y/n," he breathes. And there's regret in his voice. Real regret. "I'm so sorry... Please let me make it up to you now."

You sniff, leaning away to look up at him. "You don't care that my hair is tangled right now? Or that I'm just wearing my pajamas?"

"If I did, that would show I really haven't come around. Of course I don't care. I'm just glad you're here... In... in my arms again."

You sniff and nod. "Thank- Thank you, Pau... For everything. And I forgive you. I forgive you," you take in a few deep breathes, before adding, "And thanks for the roses. They're nice. Smell nice."

He nods, his eyes softening even further. "So... you'll give me another chance?"

You hesitate for only a second, before nodding. "Yes, I will."

He pulls you into another hug, wrapping you in his strong warmth.

It feels like true comfort. Like he really does care.

You breathe a breath of fresh air.

[justageekk]

Can you make one of Pau Cubarsí with a male reader?

━━ pau cubarsi boyfriend headcanons pt2…

━━ pau cubarsi x male!reader

NOTE : My native language is not English, I'm sorry if I write something wrong.

It's my first time writing male reader

JAJSJSJS estaba escribiendo y se puso a temblar, me cague 😭

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who keeps a small photo of your face between his socks before going out on the field to play.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who leaves the typical long night messages that begin with: “I know you're asleep but…”

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who at any time no matter what, holds your hand while you walk.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who taps your shoulder to get your attention.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who loves to wake you up with kisses on the forehead before going to train.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who tickles you when you are distracted (doing some college work for example).

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who puts his hand on your thigh and gives little pats when you're nervous.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who wants to force you to always play soccer with him.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who often prepares breakfast for you in the morning when he has his days off.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who always shows that he is proud of you even if you have done the smallest thing.

✦ .ᐟ bf!pau who holds your hand while he sleeps.

[catmomscrocheting]

Official RP rules and fandom list

Hi Everyone! I'm Faith She/Her. I took a long break from roleplaying for my own mental health, and I'm finally in a place to get back into it. If there is anyone who I used to roleplay with that'd like to reach out and maybe start anything knew take a look at the list below and send me a message!

Rules

Please be 18+ as I do allow smut

I am quite busy with work so it may take me some time to reply so please be patient!

I only do Canon x Canon unless I'm very close with someone. In such situations this may change.

Not a rule but I enjoy sharing headcanons, fanart, memes, TikTok, theories, hell even playlists so if any of that sounds good take a look and see if we have any fandoms in common!

I'm in the process of revamping my account and decided I'd make and official list of all my fandoms and ships I prefer.

⭐- Currently in

✨- Might not be in but able to RP nonetheless.

🌙-Not in

Arcane ⭐

Timebomb (I'd prefer to play Jinx)

CaitVi (I'd prefer to play Cait.)

Jayvik (Prefer Viktor)

Zaundads (Can play either)

I can also do some not-so-popular ships as well.

Half Life ⭐

Freehoun (Can play either but prefer Gordon)

HLVRAI ✨

Frenrey (I'd prefer to play Gordon)

Tommy × Darnold (Can play Either)

Tommy x Forzen ( Can play either)

Forzen x Darnold (Can play either)

Forzen x Adrian (Id prefer to play Adrian)

Portal✨

Chell x Wheatley (Prefer Chell)

Cave x Caroline (Prefer Caroline)

Rattman x Chell (Prefer Chell)

Rattman x Wheatley (Prefer Wheatley)

Left 4 Dead 1&2 ✨

Zoey x Ellis (Prefer Zoey)

Zoey x Louis (Prefer Zoey)

Rochelle x Nick (Can play either)

Rochelle x Francis (Can play either)

Nick x Ellis (Prefer Nick)

Stanley Parable 🌙

Stanley x Narrator (Prefer Stanley)

Tf2 🌙

Multishipper but the characters below are who I prefer to play

Pauling

Sniper

Bidwell

Engineer

Spy

Scouts Mom

Soldier

Jazzpunk ✨

Polyblank x The Editor (Prefer The Editor)

Eddsworld ✨

TomTord (I prefer playing Tom, and I prefer a future setting)

Pau x Pat (Prefer to play Pau)

Colalosers ( Prefer to play Edd)

MattMark (Prefer Mark)

MattJon (Prefer Matt)

Larry x Bing (Prefer Larry)

Matildna ||Matilda x Edna my hc fem name for Eduardo|| (Prefer Matilda)

I can also do Female versions of any of these

Detroit Become Human ✨

Reed900 (Can play either)

Chloe x Connor (Prefer Chloe)

Kara x Connor (Prefer Kara)

Kara x Luther (Prefer Kara)

Simon x Marcus (Prefer Simon)

Stardew Valley ✨

Shane x Harvey (Can play either)

Overwatch 🌙

Ask about ships

Undertale 🌙

Sans x Toriel (Prefer Toriel)

Papyrus x Mettaton (Prefer Papyrus)

Asgore x Gastor (Prefer Asgore)

FNAF 🌙

Multishipper

Pacific Rim ⭐

Raleigh x Mako (Prefer Mako)

Newt x Hermann (Prefer Hermann)

Hellboy (Perlman or comics) ⭐

I am a multishipper (No twincest-) but here's my preferred characters I like to play

Liz Sherman

John Myers

Nuala

Krauss

Kate

Agent Clay

Sydney Leech

Marble Hornets 🌙

Multishipper, but I mainly prefer to play Tim

The Bad Guys 🌙

Diane x Mo (Prefer Diane)

TWDG 🌙

Luke x Nick (Prefer Luke)

Lee x Kenny (Prefer Lee)

Clementine x Louis (Prefer Clem)

Minecraft story mode 🌙

Male Jesse x Lucas (Prefer Jesse)

Mlp 🌙

Multishipper

Don't hug me I'm scared (Prefer human ver.)🌙

Red Guy x Duck (Prefer Duck)

Colin x Shrignold ( Prefer Collin.)

Wordgirl (Must be a future setting)✨

Tobecky (Prefer Becky)

South Park Post Covid (Will do other settings but characters must be 18+)🌙

Style (Prefer Stan)

Craig x Tweek (Prefer Craig)

Butters x Kenny (Prefer Butters)

Bebe x Wendy (Can play either)

Scott x Clyde (Prefer Clyde)

The Dark Crystal 🌙

Jen x Kira (Prefer Kira)

Brea x Kylan (Prefer Brea)

Deet x Rian (Prefer Deet)

Seladon x Gurjin (Prefer Seladon)

SCP 🌙

Oc x oc only

Venom (Tom Hardy ver)✨

Venom x Eddie (Prefer Eddie)

[urprinceoflove]

A Club for Two

Pairing: Josuke Higashikata x Gender-neutral!Reader

Summary: You and Josuke Higashikata had been friends forever now and he finally brings up the courage to tell you that he likes you more than a friend…

Warnings: Just fluff

Word Count: 887

A/N: i tried with this one, i’m not so much attracted to josuke, but MY FRIEND MADE ME DO THIS

Fandom Masterlist | Full Masterlist

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You and Josuke Higashikata had been friends since first year at this point. The two of you would spend a lot of your time together doing after school activities and what not. It was when Josuke came to you for a proposal of an after school program that had you intrigued.

He informed you that it would involve a club in which manga lovers could gather and share their favorite pieces.

Although this seemed like a nerdy idea to you, you agreed anyway and met Josuke in one of the classrooms after school.

Walking down the hallway, you checked the slip of paper Josuke had passed you after lunch, so you wouldn’t get lost. You shoved the slip of paper into your pants pocket and decided to head inside of the classroom.

You were amazed to see… absolutely no one was there.

“Y/N!” Josuke called, standing up from the desk he had been sitting in (waiting for more people to arrive at the club).

“Where is everyone?” You asked.

“About that…” He scratched the back of his head as he looked down at the floor a little embarrassed. “You see… I don’t think anyone is coming.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t see anyone here.”

“I’m here.”

Josuke chuckled, “I suppose you are right.” He concluded. “You always are…” He muttered under his breath. He perked up a bit making his way more towards you. “Do you at least have a manga here with you to share?”

You nodded. “Of course, I wouldn’t be here without it. It is a manga club after all. The whole point of this!”

A door slammed shut from behind and you turned around to see who was at the door. Josuke leaned to the side to get a better look. Koichi was standing nervously in front of the door that had just slammed behind him.

He gave a small wave. “H-Hey guys.”

“Glad you could join us, Koichi!” Josuke announced with a smile, now walking towards the shorter boy and giving him a pat on the head. “We now have one more member for today!”

“About that…” Koichi mumbled.

“What is it?”

“Well… I overheard a few of the girls from outside as I was coming in here to meet. They were all talking about how you were running the club and how exciting it would be if they could join.”

“That’s great!” Josuke mused, turning to look at you. You had a confused look on your face.

“Not entirely…” Koichi said at last, “You see, they all were betting that you would like a certain manga and whoevers manga you did like meant that you would marry them in the future… A fortune telling of sorts.

Josuke was dumbfounded.

“How does that make any sense?” You questioned.

Koichi shrugged.

Before anything else could be said, a mass amount of shoes walking… no, running down the hallway could be heard from outside the door.

“They are coming!” Koichi called out.

Josuke moved fast towards the windows of the classroom, he began pushing a chair up next to the wall and climbing on top of it.

“What are you doing, Josuke?” You asked suddenly, trying to avoid eye-contact with the door.

“We have to get to the rooftops.” He said finally, pushing open one of the windows. “Come on!” He held out his hand for you to grab. You instinctively took it and he pulled you up from off the floor and up on top of the desk. “After you,”

You dipped your head and climbed out through the window.

The last thing you saw was a nervous Koichi holding back a door with a bunch of girls banging on it to be let in.

You sighed as you sat on the rooftop of the school. Josuke crouched down next to you and stared out on the field.

“Sorry for this bizarre disaster.” Josuke held up his hand and clenched it. “I totally messed up this whole club. It was all supposed to be for you and–” Josuke paused. He had spoken too much.

“What do you mean it was all going to be for me?” You turned to him.

“Well… Y/N, there’s something I have been meaning to tell you for a while now. I like you. I like you more than a friend.”

You felt your heart begin to beat faster at his words. “Josuke–”

“It’s okay if you don’t like me back!” He said suddenly, throwing his hands up into the air innocently. “It was so sudden I know… We have been friends for so long I–”

“Shut up.” You hand moved to his chin and you pulled him closer to you. Both your lips collided. Josuke’s hands fell to his sides and he fell deep into the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, you noticed Josuke was as red as ever.

“Woah…” Was all he could mutter from the kiss.

You smacked him on the shoulder.

“Hey what was that for!?” He grabbed his shoulder instantly, leaning away from you.

“You're such a dork.” You laughed.

The two of you sat on the rooftops for the rest of your time together, sitting close to one another and taking in the school-like surroundings.

“Jooossukkkeee!” Koichi called from inside the building. “A little help pleeaaaseee!!”

[vanilladiorr]

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 – 𝘗𝘢𝘶 𝘊𝘶𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪

Summary: Pau, your neighbor, had always liked you, but he could never express it because of how shy he was. And one day while stargazing with you he finally let it out..

Pairing: Pau x FEM!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: None

A/n: This is my first time writing on tumblr, so pls forgive me for any mistakes, There might be some grammatical mistakes. Forgive me for that too.

Laying on your bed lazily, you looked at the ceiling. A sigh left your mouth as you put on your headphones. "Today sucked," you muttered to yourself.

You scrolled through your phone, searching for a relaxing piece of music. Once you picked one, you looked out of your window before turning your back to it.

On the other hand.

Pau, your neighbor, was quietly grabbing his bag, preparing to sneak out of his house and make his way over to yours.

He slowly and quietly climbed up to your window, taking advantage of the cover of night to ensure no one would notice him sneaking out.

Once he reached the window, he peeked inside, his eyes falling on your back as you lay on the bed.

You lay silently on the bed, your eyes closed as you silently listened to the peaceful music through your headphones, completely unaware of the figure watching you quietly..

You were startled as Pau suddenly tapped your shoulder, causing you to almost whisper-yell at him, "What are you doing here?"

He put his finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet. "Let's go," he whispered, "I've found a new spot where we can have an amazing view of the stars."

"I don't feel like it," you stated firmly, only to be forcefully pulled out of the bed by Pau.

"you will"

After a good ten minutes of relentless convincing, you reluctantly agreed. As Pau and you quietly sneaked out of your house, heading towards the spot he suggested.

The spot he led you to was quite nice. He sat down on the grass and patted the spot next to him, motioning for you to sit as well.

He looked at you with concern, asking, "How was your day? I noticed you were looking upset all day."

You silently focused on the stars above, stars that glimmered in the night sky. "It's nothing," you responded, "I just had a fight." Pau nodded in understanding.

Gradually, the mood began to lighten as Pau continued to crack jokes and share stories about his day, all in an effort to bring a smile to your face.

Your lips curled into a warm smile as you spoke, "Pau, you're such a sweetheart,"

His cheeks flushed with a soft tinge of pink as he melted under your words. He met your gaze, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and said, "You too, but you're my sweetheart."

He immediately realized his slip-up and apologized, but you couldn't help but let out a lighthearted laugh.

"it's okay" you said

"Pau, if you had a chance to make a wish upon a shooting star, what would you wish for?" You asked.

His heart quickened its tempo as he confessed, "There's a girl I've liked for years. So I would wish for her to be mine." He spoke without looking at you, the color in his cheeks betraying his flustered state.

"who?" You asked quitely

"the one sitting beside me" he said, Your breath caught in your chest as his words hit you, and your cheeks began to burn.

"Excuse me what?" You asked again

He took a deep breath, his words coming in a rush as he confessed, "I like you, Y/N. I've liked you ever since we were freshmen. I like you too much." His voice trembled with both nervousness and excitement, his eyes searching yours.

He confessed further, explaining the reason behind his sudden confession. "Seeing you smile at that boy yesterday scared me. I got worried that you might like him, so I decided to confess my feelings to you before anything happened."

A warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied, "I don't like him, he's just a friend of mine. In fact..." You paused, mustering up your courage before confessing. "...I like you too."

"Really?" He asked, not believing what he just heard.. You nodded "Yes"

You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace, and he responded by holding you even tighter in return. Then, he asked, flustered and all nervous "Can I be your boyfriend?"

"Of course" you said

He couldn't help but smile as your response, a sense of joy washed over him. He met your gaze, his eyes filled with a depth of love and affection, and he reached out to gently caress your cheek.

You felt a gentle caress upon your neck as he slowly moved closer, Kissing your lips slowly and gently, he moved his hands to caress ur cheek.

You pulled away, looking directly into his eyes, and stated with a soft smile, "I like you!" you said.

"I love you"

[cherrysmokesaconha]

What are your thoughts on Patryck or/and Paul x Tord?

About Paul x Tord and Patryck x Tord, being honest, even that those ships are kinda cute and maybe could work, i just cannot see it because of that "Pau and Pat are Tord's parents!" hc.

Those ships have potential ngl. But i think you will have to confirm that you don't hc Pau and Pat to be Tord's parents, bc if u don't do that, people will simply consider your ship art as "incest" (even that that is just a hc and nothing canon).

In short: those ships have potential, but be careful with the fandom. (Pinterest is a VERY GOOD example of "toxic part of a fandom that ASSUME THINGS without doing research")

[pedriache]

you can write one with cubarsi where the reader is a famous singer and when she releases a song it's obvious that they're together and he's all shy

To be seen — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you release an album so painfully obvious about Pau !

Word count: 590+

Disclaimer/s: Half smau half actually writing! reader is a singer and alll fluff !!

A/N: okay ik u said song (singular) but then i got bored and made graphics so..

Yourusername

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yourusername My second album ‘To be seen’ is out now on all platforms <3 Thank you to my support system & all of you guys, I love and appreciate you more than you know!!

View all comments . . .

username1 hey! so you were sick for this.

username2 are we going to brush over the fact that these are all love songs and she is literally dating Pau Cubarsí?? (i don’t have a source i just know.)

⤷ username3 RUGHT? i’m going insane. why IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THISSS

username4 my pauxy/n agenda has been pushed to the frontlines. nobody can deny them now.

paucubarsi I’m so proud of you mi amor❤️

⤷ yourusername I love you 😭❤️

⤷ username3 hey!! ahahahahahah i’m so normal rn guys im so normal hey hi im sooo normal

⤷ hectorfort Kids down bad😂

⤷ yourusername can you leave lil boy.

⤷ hectorfort I’m older than you?

username5 mi. amor. mi. amor.

billieeilish The most beautiful voice!!😭

⤷ yourusername i cant breath i cant breath i cant

lamineyamal Pau’s blushing like a kid rn congrats ❤️

⤷ paucubarsi Get outtttttttttttt .

username6 hey so “show me how” is actually making me hit my head against a wall. delete it NOW.

⤷ yourusername uhm, you’re welcome..(?)💕

username7 IS THE SECOND PHOTO PAU AND Y/N?

⤷ username8 IT IS?? IT HAS TO BE??

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Your front door unlocking had you scrambling off the couch. A giddy pep in your step as you scrambled to meet your boyfriend in the entryway. When you see him, Pau has a faint blush across his cheeks, probably left over from his friends teasing.

“Hello.” You hum as Pau wraps his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss onto your lips.

“Hello.” He repeats the greeting when he pulls away. “You could’ve told me what your album was about.”

Right.

You wanted it to be a surprise. ‘To be seen’ was your one year anniversary gift to Pau, finding the only way you could explain the depth of your love was through your songwriting.

You shrug, “I told you it was a surprise!” You plant another kiss on his lips, “did you like it?”

“I loved it..” He hesitates before speaking again, “the fans also really liked it. Have you read the comments?” He’s blushing again when he brings it up.

“They are under my post about my album. So, yes, my dear, sweet boyfriend, I have.” Wriggling out of his grasp, you pat his cheek. “My parents are on the way home with takeout to celebrate! You are staying right?”

Pau rolls his eyes, “it’s our anniversary, of course I’m staying.” He trails after you into the living room, plopping down beside you on the couch and pulling you into his side. “I love you.”

Grinning up at him, you say a soft, “I love you,” back. Pau leans down for another kiss but you stop him, pressing your pointer finger to his lips and Pau’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “First, tell me your favorite song.”

“Lovesong.” He grins, “it’s.. cute.”

“Cute?” You laugh, “I’ll take it.”

“So..?” Letting out a dramatic huff, you nod—mid doing so, his lips connect with yours once again. “Also, when did that picture of us even get taken?”

Sighing at the loss of contact, you rest your head on his shoulder. “A few months ago, when we visited my parent’s lake cabin. My sister took it.”

Pau’s cheeks puff up with the smile that took over his face. “Send it to me?” You nod, reaching for your phone.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future pau posts.

ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @sakashq @hrts4havertz @joaoflms @spidybaby @unx100to @n0vazsq

[ivanreycristo]

Aunque peor que te REQUIERA la GUARDIA CIVIL.. es que te REQUIERA la MUERTE como a PAU DONES de JARABE DE PALO x lo q malogrado (asi llamo yo a todos que quieren seguir viviendo..) david BOWIE se puso de RODILLAS para rezar para pedir a DIOS contra las ENFERMEDADES q mataron a muchos de sus amigos como MERCURY de QUEEN al q homenajeban entonces reuniendose con su guitarrista MICK RON-SON (Hijo del RON) q al año siguiente murio de forma fulminante de cancer con 46 años siendo de la IGLESIA DE JESUCRISTO Y LOS SANTOS DE LOS ULTIMOS DIAS.. concierto Homenaje a MERCURY donde AXL ROSE salio con la camiseta de CRISTO con LEMA MATA A TUS IDOLOS cantando KNOCKIN ON HEAVEN'S DOOR original de BOB DYLAN (tambien x España este mes de junio).. para BSO PAT GARRET and BILLY THE KID en la q actuo para luego grabarla en su 1er directo BEFORE THE FLOOD (=ANTES DEL DILUVIO) al q siguio como directo HARD RAIN (LLUVIA FUERTE).. y q GUNS N ROSES versiono para pelicula DIAS DE TRUENOS

[dead-lesbians]

Bananas in Pajamas

[eddsworld-solar-au]

(1/?)Solar Au: Birthday boy.

{ships in future parts: Pat x Paul, TomTord and cola losers)

[ A dystopian society set on being equal... yet some are more equal than others. The elites are held above all for their powers and abilities yet those like werewolves and vampires are beneath all... maybe its time that changed] 

 The television flickered to life, as per usual with the mandatory broadcast. At a pristine white desk sat Jane, a little more off to the left than usual to make space for her new co-host and brother, James. They looked unnervingly alike but people had grown used to Jane’s, warm, artificial smiles so they assumed they'd grow to... tolerate James.

Jane cleared her throat and smiled "good morning friends, I hope you are having a wonderful day under the sun"

"Today we come to you with amazing news!" James chipped in "a new Elite will be joining the ranks!"

"Ah yes, the young boy was found today and what a strong kid he is. I'm sure he'll grow up to be perfectly perfect, don't you agree James?"

"I do indeed my darling sister, I do indeed"

There was an awkward pause from James, as though something wasn't loading right before he sat up straight and smiled "anyway! That's it from us!"

"And remember" they both spoke in sync "there is no darkness!"

-11 years later-

 "Haaaappy, Birthdaaaay! to you!", cheers erupted as the song finished, the birthday girls blushing and smiling, Patryck just rolled his eyes as he passed their table with his plate in one hand, fiddling to get a grip with his teeth on the peel back lid of the butter pack that he was grasping in his other hand. Today Pat turned 18...but no one would singing him happy birthday. The young man headed for the doors that lead to the small picnic area, most elites preferred to eat inside, especially on rainy days like this but Pat would just sit under one of the umbrellas to eat his fruit tea cake, the rain had never really bothered him all the much.

As he finished up his breakfast the bench next to him creaked as someone sat down next to him, he paid no attention until a small muffin with a candle in it was placed on his plate, he looked up to see James, one of the robots that worked on the broadcast.

"Hello..." he paused "Patryck" the robot smiled.

Pat looked at him slightly confused, luckily James continued to talk.

"My records show that it is your 18th? A whole 11 years since you came here. But you're alone. So I searched your records, carrot cake is your favorite right?"

Patryck chuckled, "that is true" he nodded, finishing the last bite of his breakfast.

James smiled the usual warm yet inhuman grin and pulled out a lighter, setting the candle a light

"Make a wish... friend"

As soon as Pat blew the candle out James stood up "Happy birthday, and remember to stay in the light!" With that he left, leaving Patryck alone in the rain with a muffin...

"Good afternoon friends!" Jane's voice came over the radio.

"Yes! Good afternoon!" James' voice followed "today seems to be a damp day... but the sun still shines behind the clouds so stay perfect friends!" At this point, the broadcasts were just odd reminders followed by random happy babble and news from the host. Pat was on the roof of his apartment tending to his roses

"the rain is good for you... stop wilting" as if by magic the red petals seemed to perk up

"ah... see that's the spirit!" He smiled. The young man had always had a way with plants... and anything related to the ground and dirt, he could move foundations if he so wishes, and if he really needed to do so. His powers were stubborn, only working to their full power when needed and the last time he'd needed that was exactly 11 years ago. Pulling his hair back in too a ponytail he looked around the roof garden, flicking his bangs from his eyes

"Hm... all seems fine up here" he took a running start, jumping through a gap in the plants and off the roof, landing with a thud on his balcony, such a thing should have at least jarred someone's ankle but Pat took no impact, as if he'd just hopped off a step at the bottom of a staircase. The flowers on the balcony bloomed and turned in the direction of the male, their colors more vibrant in his presence. He let out a content huff and nodded before heading to the small table with a single seat, putting the umbrella up and sitting

"I should start to work..." he said to himself, he did this often. The flowers closest to him turn away causing Pat to chuckle and shake his head

"oh don't be like that... I've paid enough attention to you today have I not? Besides... I'll work out here if that's better?" The flowers turned back to there original position and he took that as a yes.  

"Humph, that is what I thought...".

"I hope you all had a happy and perfect day" came the voice of Jane from the radio on the kitchen counter, for once Patryck had remembered to bring it in.

"Ah yes but now we must go,  please remember your curfew elites" James carried on.

"And stay perfect, good night" Jane finished before the radio clicked back to slow dull tones of the music Pat was too busy to change. He sat at the kitchen table, his hair now out of the ponytail and falling around his ears, he still wore the white, grass-stained shirt that had been matched with his white jeans but now the trousers were discarded as he just sat in his boxers, writing away, this... unlike other things in his life had to be perfect, for the sake of everyone outside of the elites. Tomorrow morning he'd be in front of the elders pleading the case he'd worked so hard on and if all worked out he'd unknowingly be on the road to what his mother never managed.

{MAPLE WAZ HERE @mary-boppins}

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[samtrapani]

Could I request “I want you to kiss me” with Salie? 🥰

— paulie lombardo x sam trapani + "i want you to kiss me" (prompt from here) [1095 words]

christmas eve is always celebrated in style at salieri's, and this year is no different. the bar is jammed with people, music playing from the beat-up radio luigi keeps behind the bar, the smell of sarah's special roast wafting from the kitchen.

all around sam, people are talking and drinking, indulging in the happiness of the festivities. he smiles as he shoulders his way through the front of the bar, pausing occasionally to exchange seasons greetings with one of the family's associates or the other. even the backroom hasn't been spared: the children of made men chase each other around the pool table, and through the blinds of the boardroom, sam thinks he catches a glimpse of movement, hears muffled laughter and a squeal.

shaking his head, sam slips out into the backyard of the bar, the door swinging close to leave him in the relative silence of the outside.

"i figured you'd be out here soon enough."

paulie's voice startles sam at first. turning, he finds the other man leaning against the wall, cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers. as he watches, paulie takes a drag, exhaling a plume of smoke.

"too much partying for somber sammy, huh?" paulie continues, with a small laugh.

"it was like being in a room full of you." the glare sam sends his way proves ineffective: it just makes paulie laugh even more.

"lighten up, will you? it's only once a year."

"once a year too many," sam mutters, slumping against the wall next to paulie. "if it wasn't for the boss—"

"yeah, yeah." paulie waves a hand, dismissively. "you'd be home, or at the corleone, or anywhere within a thousand miles of this and me and—"

"what's that supposed to mean?"

paulie gives him a wry smile. "it means i know you're not exactly thrilled to be here, samuel."

sam says nothing. already he can feel that familiar sliver of guilt begin to prick his stomach, the regrets forming in his mind: he doesn't mean it that way, he's sorry, that's not— that's not what he means—

"don't worry," paulie says. he takes another drag, and sam wrinkles his nose as paulie exhales a little too close to him. "i'm not exactly thrilled to be here, either."

"oh yeah? where would you rather be?"

paulie gives him a look. for a while, neither of them speak. sam doesn't know what to say: apologizing has never been his nature, and mostly their arguments dissolve into awkward laughter, into moving on in conversation, into something, anything, that isn't this sticky silence.

"i got you your present, by the way."

it's almost a relief when paulie breaks the tension. sam watches him fumble for something in his coat pockets, patting himself down and grumbling as he tries to find whatever it is he wants to give him.

"you didn't have to, y'know," sam murmurs, looking away. "i—i didn't really bring yours. i thought you could come by next week—"

"here it is!"

paulie flicks his cigarette aside before he pulls out a small, uneven present. it looks hastily wrapped, sam's own name scrawled across it in paulie's chickenshit handwriting. some things never change, sam thinks, as he gingerly takes it.

"do you want me to open it now?" he asks, awkwardly.

"well, it's christmas, ain't it?"

"it's christmas eve," sam corrects, and paulie rolls his eyes.

"it might as well be christmas. just open it, sammy, c'mon."

sam unwraps the present carefully, peeling away layers of paper to find his own reflection staring up at him from the shell of an ornate pocket watch. for a moment, the only sound comes from the muffled music from the party inside, and from the cars out in the street beyond.

"oh, jesus, paulie—" sam's face softens. "shit. you didn't have to—"

"i know you've always wanted one like the boss's," paulie says, quietly. "i mean, shit, since we were kids you wouldn't stop starin' at that big old watch he has—"

his words are cut off by sam pulling him in for a hug. paulie smells of smoke and pomade, and it's so familiar it hurts sam's throat. he buries his face into paulie's neck, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. he feels a weight on his back before he realizes paulie is gently rubbing his back.

"hey, now," paulie chuckles. "spare me the waterworks, sammy; this is a new coat."

sam takes a moment before he pulls back, staring up at paulie, watch still in his grip. "i— fuck, paulie—"

paulie holds up a hand. "now before you keep on cryin' about that, there's something i want you to do, okay? forget that you didn't bring my gift, hey? just a thank you gesture will do."

sam looks at paulie. he shivers when paulie reaches up and touches his face, one gloved hand stroking his cheek.

the air seems to go out of his lungs when he hears paulie say, "i want you to kiss me."

and sam does.

he leans in, closing the gap between him and paulie. paulie's mouth is warm and wet, and sam doesn't realize how much he's wanted this until he feels himself press up against paulie, deepening the kiss.

(— paulie in the car, his hand on sam's thigh; asleep on his couch after a long job; sitting outside the bar, drinking coffee, sam's own shoulder brushing against his friend's— how could he have not seen, have not understood his own desires until now—)

paulie's other hand cups the back of sam's head, and sam moans when paulie tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth, free hand coming up to steady himself against the wall.

a few seconds seems to stretch out into eternity: when they break apart, sam can feel how hot his face is, and paulie's cheeks are red. he smiles at sam, this wild, bright smile that makes sam's chest ache.

"thanks for the gift, sammy," paulie says, breathlessly.

sam looks at him for a moment. measures his options: between the party raging inside and paulie, his paulie, standing there, rumpled and smiling.

(his paulie. god, he'd been a fool to deny himself, deny how much that fool meant to him—)

"i'm not done yet," sam allows himself to admit, finally. "i, ah, have the other part of your gift. in my car. if you want to get it now, i'll be more than happy to help you."

paulie's laugh is louder and more beautiful than any church bell as sam takes his arm, and leads him towards the garage.

[artificialalienn]

Found one of my first pau x pat drawings

Its still obvious i cant draw pats hair huh