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[universefcb]

↬❥ Big boy

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

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

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

Made for this request.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wear one of my blouses”

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

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[xopedri]

license!

summary. your boyfriend shows off his new drivers license.

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

warnings. reader is underage, calling him cuba/cubarsi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“well… let’s drive somewhere!”

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

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

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

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

“you’ll pay for the gas though!”

“deal!”

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

[odettewagner]

WAIT IS THIS CUBAS FIRST GOAL???

[strawberryblue-blog]

Type of boyfriend pau Cubarsi pleasee

The type of boyfriend

—Pau Cubarsí.

summary: what would it be like to have Pau as a boyfriend?

warnings: none. soft, cute, fluff, headcanon.

words count: +900.

💌: Masterlist.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who is calm and patient, who supports you in everything and takes care of you.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who probably keeps an umbrella in your purse when you leave the house because he knows you're forgetful.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who he declared first but did it so casually and shyly that it took you a while to process it.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who listens without interrupting.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who kisses your hands, your cheeks, your forehead, your back, your shoulders or your head tenderly when you're within reach.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who makes you tea when you're stressed about school or work.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who calms you down just by hugging you, is a cuddly teddy bear, hangs around you all day and really enjoys physical contact with you.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who looks at you so tenderly that all his friends envy him.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who never raises his voice but when he does, it means something is serious.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who stares at you for hours, which sometimes scares you but it's common for him already.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who doesn't talk much in a group when he's with his friends because you're the one who does all the talking.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who is good at remembering important dates.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who would eat your leftover food.

Pau is the type of boyfriend that when you get mad, he'll let you vent to him before trying to fix it.

Pau is the type of boyfriend with whom you spend an entire afternoon in silence, just reading together, and he's the best date.

Pau is the type of boyfriend you would ask to marry on your vacation, do something secret, small and romantic on some island with strangers or your close families.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who would make you breakfast on his day off or go out to buy fresh flowers.

Pau is the type of boyfriend who sleeps only with your physical contact.

Pau is the type of boyfriend that is perfect. Kind, good, cheerful, caring. Your best friend, your life partner.

[halfwayhearted]

Like Someone In Love — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which he scores his first goal for Barcelona, and amidst the rush, his gaze, as if on instinct, finds yours and…

Word Count: 475+

Disclaimer/s — Suuuuuper short, but this was really cute! I wasn’t sure how to insert the fact that he revealed his relationship by doing what he did, so let’s just ignore that :3

A/N: NOBODY SAY A FUCKING WORDDDD. 4-4, but hi pau’s header, pedri banger, martinez is home, and unc redeemed. This was a request made by @redbulldoesntgiveyouwings, saying, ‘Reader is dating pau in secret and they reveal it when he scores by him pointing at her in the stands.’ Thank you! 🤍

Today was one of the rare days you were able to physically watch Pau’s game instead of it being displayed on your television or even on your phone. It wasn’t exactly planned, but when he invited you and your family, who were you to say no? It wasn’t like anyone knew you were dating. You’d be watching the game like everybody else.

As much as the two of you wanted to let people know about your relationship, you just weren’t sure. Though with each day that passed and you grew more serious, you knew it would be soon.

Very soon.

It had only been a minute when Atlético Madrid scored their first goal. What an amazing start for them! Meanwhile, you and your family were on the edge of your seats. They’d come back. They would, and they did when Pedri scored his beautifully done goal just eighteen minutes later.

By then, it was already two-to-one, but it’s fine!

They had won a corner, and your gaze instantly narrowed with focus. You watched as the opposing team was quick to guard, but you were only focusing on your boyfriend. From here, you could see his determination radiating off him.

Then, slowly, in your eyes, the ball was in the air. Raphinha whipped in a cross from a corner to pick out Pau at the far post. The boy timed his jump to nod the ball right into the back of the net.

You stood up from your seat almost immediately.

“Oh, my God,” you repeated over and over again.

He just scored.

A header at that, his first goal since his debut.

The stadium erupts into cheers. You were sure you and your family were the loudest. They had all joined you, standing up, clapping and waving their arms in the air, even jumping up and down. Or maybe that was just you. You weren’t aware.

Your boyfriend is quick to rush toward the barrier, the crowd hollering and screaming while he kisses the badge of his jersey. That’s when you notice his arm out and his finger pointing… wow!

Right at you. Oh, he was so insanely sick for that. Your heart practically melted. Your already wide smile broadens, and you quickly shoot him a thumbs up, going right back to applauding. You watch as his teammates quickly chase after him, offering their equal excitement and enthusiasm.

The part that got you was that nobody could truly tell who he was pointing at. Not that it mattered to you; this moment meant everything and more.

Feeling a nudge to your side, you see your mom from the corner of your eye. No doubt she is as excited as you. You simply lean into her slightly.

This was really all he could have ever dreamed of, and he was even happier you were there to see it.

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DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @lechrts + @levidazai + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ (yes, this was a while (?) ago, just shhhh…)

[pedriache]

i was wondering if you could write a fluffy cubarsi fic where he's super clingy and can't stop giving kisses to the reader and he's just super sweet? i love your writing sm btw 🫶🏻

Too sweet — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: One thing you quickly learned when you started dating Pau, was how clingy he was. Not that it was a problem, you loved it, but sometimes you think he’s just too sweet.

Word count: 480

Disclaimer/s: none! just fluff <3

A/N: pau!fluff is the only way i can write for him i love him sooo bad! also THANK YOUUU!! 🫶🏻 also hello.. nee pfp.. new theme.. new me.

During Pau’s off days, you loved to spend the mornings in bed, doing a routine you’d both become accustomed to. You, sitting up and reading with your dog, Mori on your lap, and Pau’s arm around you as he watches something on the TV.

Today was no different. You’d started a new book, and he was watching a show you couldn’t care less about. But something was different, Pau kept stealing glances at you the whole time.

Finally having enough, you set your book aside, careful not to move too much so Mori wouldn’t stir from his sleep. “What is it? Do I have something on my face.. feel free to let me know.”

Pau, caught off guard, clears his throat. A small blush spreads across his cheeks. “No! No, you just look very cute when you’re concentrated like that.” Despite seeming shy, Pau never hesitated or faltered when it came to complimenting with you.

Your bottom lip tugs between your lips, suppressing a smile. “You’re too sweet, amor. But seriously, you make it very hard to concentrate when you’re looking at me.”

Grinning, Pau leans closer to your face, lips mere inches from yours. “Sorry.” He mumbles, giving you a light peck. Your smile grows as he gives you a few more light kisses, moving to your cheeks and forehead.

“Pauuu.” You laugh, greeting every kiss with a giggle. “My book was getting interesting!”

Your boyfriend gives you a cheeky grin, “but—“

“No buts! Let me read, just another thirty minutes, please?” Who was Pau if he denied such a pretty face everything she wanted? So he caves, sinking back into the bed with his arms wrapping around your waist.

He presses a few kisses to the exposed skin on your abdomen, where your tanktop had ridden up before looking back to the TV. He is so, so perfect. You think, eyes twinkling with love, you force yourself to grab your book and continue reading.

Now, with the loss of your lips, Pau finds himself rubbing small circles on your hip. He couldn’t pay attention to the TV, his mind filled with thoughts of you. Every few minutes, he’ll place another kiss to your stomach, causing your attention to be stolen away from the book.

Less than ten minutes later, your book mark had been placed, saving your spot, and you toss it aside. Pau tries to hide his growing smirk as you gently move Mori onto the end of the bed. The dog whines but snuggles up once again, falling back asleep.

With all the objects out of the way, you shuffle around till you and Pau are intertwined, your head resting on his shoulder. You roll your eyes, pecking his lips. “I never get a moment of peace with you.”

“Whoops.” Pau shrugs, though he clearly held no remorse, and once again, plants his lips against yours.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[didishawn]

Forever (Pau Cubarsí x reader)

Masterlist

warnings: really short, fluffy, a bit of reader's insecurities

You and your boyfriend might be young, but all your friends see your relationship like the one of an old married couple.

You met Pau back when the two of you were 12, your brother had just started living in La Masía, playing in the infantiles team as a goalkeeper.

You and your parents went to pick him up one day, and that's when he introduced you to his `bestest friend`-Pau.

Your twelve year old self found herself instantly crushing on the boy with pretty eyes and chubby cheeks who already towered over you back then.

And Pau too, found himself crushing hard on his best friend's twin sister.

Your brother-bless his heart- has always been a bit oblivious to this type of thing, so later on, once you met the boy and he realised what was going on, it was Lamine's task to get you and the centerback together.

It took him a while, and it was quite hard to get the shy boy to confess to you -Lamine's master plan a story for another story, but you and your gigantic boyfriend have been together since you two were 14.

Now you are 18, enjoying your boyfriend's drivers license for a beach day.

If only you two were alone...

From the boot of his car, you two watch Lamine and Hector run along the coast, passing a ball as the sun starts setting down.

His arm is around you as you cuddle against his chest, enjoying his warmth as you watch over your self proclaimed children -doesn't matter Hector is older that the two of you.

"I guess at least like this we are preparing pel futur" he suddenly speaks, his eyes not focused on his friends but on you.

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Preparing for the future?"

He hums, nodding. "Sí, for when we have our own kids," he grins, his face hiding on your neck and placing a gentle kiss on it. "Although I know our kids won't be so molestos"

You jokingly hit his chest, carelessly laughing. "Don't insult our kids like that!"

He rolls his eyes. "I can already tell you will be playing the good cop and I the bad cop when they arrive, will have to start practicing la meva cara de dolent"

"You are too cute to be the bad cop, Pau," you watch him for a moment. "I didn't know you planned having kids with me."

He looks at you, confused. "Who else would I have fills with?" you shrug your shoulders.

You love Pau, and you know he loves you too, but when your boyfriend suddenly becomes a worldwide star, it's only normal to become a bit insecure at the thought of some girl sweeping in and taking everything from you.

Pau has always been good at reading people-specially you. He knows exactly what's going on in your mind. He brings you impossibly closer.

"You are the girl of meva vida, have always been and always will be. Of course you are the mother of my kids"

His lips take yours. "T'estimo molt" he whispers into the kiss, hands cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss.

"Mare y pare traumatizing his kids."

You gasp and push him away, turning to face the two boys who have teasing glints on their eyes as they look at you and your boyfriend.

"Tenemos hambre" Lamine says, getting into the backseat as Hector follows closely, the two of you roll your eyes, walking to the front of the car.

"You two know we are not actually your parents, right?" you ask, settling into your passenger princess' seat as Pau starts his car.

"Gracias a mi estáis juntos, me tenéis que consentir." (thanks to me you are together, you have to coddle me)

"Almost 4 anys i segueix amb el mateix..." Pau sighs. (almost 4 years, and he still does the same thing...)

"Y seguirè hasta que me muera" he declares, proud of himself and Hector snickers. (and I will keep doing it until the day I die)

"Fucker"

The two on the back laugh at your complaint. Pau's hand settling into your thigh and caressing it.

You hope he is right, and that your future kids won't be as annoying as this two.

[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.

[paucubarsisimp]

TI'll have to place an order on that wonderful account!

PI could make a long fanfic where s/n fights with her mother, and is kicked out of the house by her. But before leaving the house, s/n's mother breaks her cell phone. So s/n goes to Irene's house (House Cubarsi's) However, the person who answers the phone is her younger brother, who s/n is not very close to. He sees s/n with a wet and swollen face and gets a little worried, calling for Irene. When they find out what happened, Pau and Irene force s/n to go inside the house and sleep there. Cubarsí offers his bed for s/n to sleep in, but he doesn't accept, giving the excuse that he has an important game the next day, so he manages to get her to sleep in his room with great difficulty. When he is about to leave the room, y/n asks him to stay. And you can decide the ending! From angsty to cute!

MSorry for the long request, I really love your writing!

right here

pairing: pau cubarsi x reader

summary: in which your mum kicks you out and you go to the only place you can think of

warnings: angst, reader has bruises bc of her mum

a/n: tysm 🥹💕

you hadn’t seen it coming. one minute, you were sitting in the living room, your mum quietly cooking dinner, and the next... you were standing at the door with your things in your hands, your phone smashed beyond recognition. she had kicked you out. not even a second chance. no argument. no reason, other than “you were a disappointment,” her words ringing in your ears.

you'd been trying to be the person she wanted for so long. but it was never enough. now, here you were, stumbling down the street with no idea where to go. you didn’t even care about the tears falling down your face, or how the bruises on your cheek stung with each step. you didn’t care. not anymore.

without thinking, you found yourself at the front door of irene’s house. irene, pau’s older sister, was like a second mum to you. you’d been over to her place countless times, always welcomed, always accepted. but when pau answered the door, you weren’t sure what to expect. his usual smile quickly disappeared when he saw you.

“y/n?” pau’s voice was soft, concerned. “what happened to you?”

his gaze shifted to the bruises on your face, the tear streaks. his eyes darkened in worry, his hands reaching for you before he could even think twice.

“pau… i… i don’t know where else to go,” you stammered, barely able to form the words through your sobs.

“what happened? why are you—” he started, but irene appeared behind him, catching sight of your condition and immediately rushing over.

“oh my god,” irene whispered, her voice tight with concern as she gently cupped your face. “pau, we need to get her inside. now.”

pau didn’t hesitate. he ushered you into the house, his arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively, leading you to the living room. your hands shook as you tried to steady yourself, your breath ragged.

“y/n,” pau whispered, sitting you down gently on the couch. “just... just stay here. we’ll get you cleaned up, okay?”

but you didn’t feel okay. the weight of everything, the chaos in your life, it all hit you at once. and before you could stop it, the tears came again, harder this time.

pau’s hand brushed against your back, his touch warm but so gentle. “it’s gonna be okay. we’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

irene disappeared into another room and returned a few moments later with some first aid supplies, quietly tending to the bruises on your face. her quiet presence was comforting, but you felt so small in this moment, so helpless.

“you’ve been through so much,” irene murmured, applying a cold compress to your cheek. “no one should treat you like that. i’m so sorry, y/n.”

you nodded silently, unable to find the words to explain how much it hurt. everything with your mum, the years of trying and failing to make her proud, had crushed something deep inside you. and now, here you were, broken in a way you didn’t even know how to fix.

pau sat beside you, his eyes never leaving you. his worry was so palpable, it hurt to look at him. “i don’t know what happened, but... i know you’re not alone, okay? we’ve got you.”

his words were soft, but you could feel the weight behind them. pau always had a way of making you feel seen, of making you feel like you mattered when everything else seemed to crumble.

after what felt like an eternity, the tears finally slowed, and you started to feel a little more like yourself again. the pain in your chest didn’t quite go away, but it dulled slightly, at least enough for you to breathe.

“thank you,” you whispered, looking up at pau, who was sitting beside you, his gaze never leaving you.

“you don’t have to thank me,” pau replied softly, his voice thick with emotion. “i’d do anything for you, y/n.”

irene left you two alone after a while, sensing the need for space. she gently kissed your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen. you could hear her talking to pau in hushed tones, but your mind was too scattered to focus on the words.

when pau stood up, heading for the door, you suddenly felt a tightness in your chest again.

“pau…” you barely whispered, your voice trembling. “please… don’t leave me.”

pau froze, his hand on the doorknob. he turned around slowly, his face full of worry. he crossed the room to you in two strides, kneeling down in front of you.

“y/n, you’re not alone, okay?” his voice was a low whisper now, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance. “i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”

but even with his words, you were scared. so much had happened today, so much had changed. but pau... pau was the one constant, the one person you could turn to, and that terrified you just as much as it comforted you.

“please stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “just… don’t leave me tonight. i can’t be alone.”

pau’s face softened, and without another word, he climbed onto the couch beside you, pulling the blanket over both of you. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his chin resting against the top of your head. the warmth of his body, the comfort of his presence, was everything you needed right now.

“i’m not going anywhere,” pau murmured into your hair. “i’m here. you’re safe now.”

you nodded against his chest, closing your eyes, letting yourself rest for the first time in what felt like forever. in that moment, you weren’t alone. and for the first time that night, you felt a little bit of peace.

you didn’t know how long you stayed like that, just breathing together, letting the silence comfort you. eventually, though, you shifted, looking up at pau. his eyes were soft, his expression full of care.

“pau,” you whispered, “what if... what if i’m never enough? what if i can never be the person she wants me to be?”

pau’s thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “y/n, you don’t need to be anyone else but you. you don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not to her. you’re enough just the way you are. you are everything.”

those words hit you in a place deep inside, somewhere you’d been trying to protect for so long. the way pau spoke, so genuinely, so tenderly, it made you believe that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to be perfect. maybe you could just be you.

“thank you,” you whispered, your voice small but sincere.

pau smiled softly, the warmth in his eyes never wavering. “you don’t have to thank me. i’ll always be here for you. always.”

the room felt quieter now, calmer, with only the sound of your breathing, steady and slow. you curled closer to pau, letting the softness of his embrace envelop you, the ache in your heart gradually fading into a peaceful warmth. for the first time that day, you let yourself relax. you were safe. you were loved. and maybe, for the first time in a long time, you could believe it.

“you’re not alone,” pau murmured as he tucked you in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “i’m right here.”

and with that, you finally let go, drifting off into sleep, knowing that everything, for tonight at least, would be okay.

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↬❥ Making out on the couch

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: His mother catching you in a hot moment.

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

warnings: Cute, smut, cute, mild smut.

The Cubarsí house was quiet that afternoon. The sun was timidly coming in through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft shadows across the living room floor. Pau and Y/N were sitting on the large dark leather sofa, a random soccer match playing on the television as a mere backdrop. Neither of them was really interested in the game — the tension between them was palpable, and every look they exchanged carried an implicit promise.

The leather couch was spacious, but the two were cramped in a corner, their bodies close, their touches starting timidly, as if testing the other's limits. Y/N bit her lip and ran her fingers slowly along Pau's thigh, feeling his muscles tense under her touch.

“Do you think we should be doing this here?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

Pau gave him a provocative look.

“My mom’s not home. We have time.” It was the perfect excuse. And honestly, Y/N didn’t need any more encouragement.

The game between the two began to heat up quickly. Pau pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a slow but intense kiss. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her so that she was straddling him, her knees resting on the couch. The heat between their bodies grew, each touch more daring than the last.

Y/N's fingers traveled down Pau's defined abs, feeling the muscles contract beneath her touch. He smiled against her lips before deepening the kiss even further, his firm hands gripping her waist and pressing their bodies together. She sighed against his skin, her lips trailing down his neck as his fingers traced a dangerous path down her back and thighs.

The kiss intensified. Pau moved his lips down to her neck, leaving wet kisses along the way, making her let out a muffled sigh. She arched her body against him, feeling the heat increase with each touch, with each whispered provocation against her skin.

“Barsí…” his name came out in a sigh, and he smiled in satisfaction.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, their movements gaining their own rhythm, and she could feel his erection beneath her, and he was big, not just tall. The adrenaline of the situation made everything even more intense. They were there, in the middle of the living room of the Cubarsí house, surrendered to each other without any worries.

“Pau Cubarsí! What are you doing?!”

The furious voice cut through the air like lightning, freezing the two of them instantly.

Y/N jumped off Pau's lap in reflex, her eyes wide. He, in turn, turned to the door, his face completely pale. There, standing in the entrance to the room, was Pau's mother, holding the groceries from the supermarket and looking at the two of them with an expression of pure shock and disapproval.

The silence that followed was terribly awkward.

Pau ran his hand over his face, visibly desperate.

“Mom… this… isn’t what it seems…

“It’s not what it looks like?!” she repeated in disbelief, dropping the bags on the floor. “So tell me, Pau, what does it look like?!”

Y/N wanted to disappear. Her face felt burning, her heart racing. She avoided looking at the woman at all costs, trying to pull up her clothes and fix her hair in a minimally decent way.

Pau's mother crossed her arms, her eyebrow arched.

“My living room turned into a motel and no one told me?”

Pau let out a long sigh, clearly mortified.

“Mom, please…”

“Please, what?! Do you think I went out shopping only to come back and find this… this little disgrace under my roof?!”

Y/N felt like she was going to faint from shame and embarrassment at any moment. She quickly stood up, grabbing her bag.

“I… think I better go…”

“Yes, dear, do it,” his mother replied, still indignant.

Pau looked at Y/N, clearly frustrated with the situation, but he knew there was no way around it. He ran his hands through his hair and let out a low groan.

“Mom… can we talk about this later?”

“Oh, we can, Pau. And believe me, we’re going to talk about it!” Her tone made Pau shrink back into the couch.

Y/N hurriedly left, feeling the shame burning all the way to her fingertips. And as I walked down the street, the only thing I could think was: how am I going to face his mother again after this?!

After that day, Y/N didn't talk to Pau anymore, ignoring him for three days straight. Refusing his calls, or even when he knocked on her apartment door. Her legs went weak when she opened the door after the doorbell rang and saw her mother-in-law there.

“Hi.” Was the only thing y/n could say.

He made room for the woman to come in. She took small steps and sat down on the couch in the girl's apartment.

“Hello, little y/n.” He smiled. “I just came to chat.”

“Okay, well…” he sat down next to her. “I’m sorry about that day at your house.

He laughed awkwardly.

“Okay, I came here to apologize to you. I treated you badly for something normal. I’m just not used to seeing my boy with someone.” She pauses. “I talked to my husband and we laughed remembering how we were when we were your age, and we were much worse.”

POOR THING, SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW. Y/n thought and looked up at her.

“Well… I’m sorry for doing that on your couch.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and laughed.

“We won’t forbid you from doing this, but please do it in your room.” She stood up, laughing. “Come in, big guy.

Cubarsí walked through the door like a shy puppy. Hiding behind his mother – which didn't do much good – he waited for some reaction from his girlfriend.

“Go, Barsi.”

She opened her arms and he ran to her. He nuzzled her neck and then laughed.

“I'm going to leave, don't forget, Pau...”

The woman stopped at the door.

“I’m too young to have a child.” He said dismissively.

“You can be sure that we won’t have babies.” Y/n laughed, hugging her boyfriend’s neck.

“Finally alone,” he said after watching his mother leave.

He lifted her off the ground, eliciting a small scream from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Let’s finish what we started in my living room” he kissed her neck walking to the bedroom.

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the barca boys reaction to you calling them your husband?

↬❥ Their reaction when you call them husband.

BARCELONA REACTION

sy: You calling him husband

a/n: I couldn't put Marc Bernal, sorry!🥺. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Cute, sooooo cute, SO CUTE!

Pablo Gavi

Your aunt, always curious about your love life, leaned over the dinner table and said, with a mischievous smile:

“So, Y/N? What’s so special about your boyfriend that he finally won you over?”

Without thinking much, and perhaps wanting to provoke Gavi a little, you say:

“Ah, yes. My HUSBAND only needed to be him to win me over.”

The sound of cutlery hitting plates stopped.

Your mother's eyes widened, your father coughed in surprise, and your aunt almost dropped her glass. But the best reaction of all was Gavi's.

He froze in place, brown eyes wide in shock. Husband?! Her mouth progressively opened, and an instant blush rose on her face.

“W-What?!” He finally managed to say, looking at you, completely lost. You held back a laugh and squeezed his hand.

“I’m kidding! But the way you get nervous, who knows, maybe one day, right?”

Then, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He leaned towards you, whispering softly:

“Then you better start training like my wife, because now I can’t escape it.”

Pedri

Pedri and S/N were sitting on the couch, watching a random movie. He was distracted, fiddling with his cell phone, while S/N tried to find a comfortable position leaning against him.

“Honey, get me the popcorn?” she asked, slyly.

He asked and picked up the bowl next to him, handing it to her without taking his eyes off his phone.

“Thank you, husband.”

Time seemed to stop for a second. Pedri froze, looking away at Y/N with raised eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips.

“What did you call me?” I asked, now fully aware of her.

Y/N saw what she had said and tried to hide it, shrugging her shoulders.

“Hey, I was just telling the truth.”

Pedri laughed, putting his cell phone aside and approaching her.

“Husband, is that it? Are you promoting me without telling me?”

“Maybe…” she said, eating some popcorn, trying to hide her smile.

He couldn't resist and pulled her closer, leaving a long kiss on her forehead.

“I like that. You can call me that more often.”

And with a sparkle in his eyes, he went back to watching the movie, but now with a silly smile that didn't leave his face.

Pau Cubarsí

Training had ended, and Pau Cubarsí was still on the field, kicking the ball lightly as he waited for you. He had come to watch a session, and as always, he tried to impress you—even if you said he wasn’t.

As he approached, he smiled. “You’re the best, husband.”

Frozen dick. The ball slipped from his feet, rolling away, but he didn't care. His face turned red in an instant, and he looked at you as if he hadn't heard you right.

“What?” he asks, his voice progressively shaking.

You laugh at his occurrence. “What’s wrong? You didn’t like it?”

He looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “I-it’s not that… It’s just—” He sighs and tries to compose himself, but the goofy smile that appears on his lips gives it all away. “Say it again.”

“Husband?” you repeat, gradually leaning towards him.

This time, he smiles broadly, full of confidence, and puts an arm around her shoulders. Covering her face with kisses. “I like that. You should call me that more often.”

And from the sparkle in his eyes, I knew he wouldn't let this moment be forgotten any time soon.

Hector Fort

Hector Fort was a meticulous man, always impeccable, always out of control. But at that moment he was unprepared. You were just making a simple cake.

“Husband, can you pass me the sugar?” you asked casually, not even looking at him as you stirred your coffee.

The silence that fell was almost comical. Hector blinked once. Then twice. His lips parted, but no words came out.

“What?” his voice finally came out, slightly hoarse.

You looked at him as if nothing had happened.

“Sugar, Hector”

He handed you the jar, but kept his eyes fixed on you, trying to decipher what it did. A slip? A test? Or, perhaps, an unconscious desire?

You blew on your coffee and chuckled. “Is there a problem, husband?”

This time, it was impossible to ignore the faint blush that crept up his neck. Hector cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and looked away.

“You’re kidding me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You took a sip of coffee and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe not.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before approaching, resting one hand on the table, leaning in close.

“If you’re going to call me that, you better be prepared for the consequences.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

Alessandro Balde

Training had ended a few minutes ago, and Alessandro Baldé was still on the field, adjusting his hand bandages and chatting with some teammates. You impatiently crossed your arms as you waited outside, watching him with a slight smile on your face.

As soon as he saw your presence, his eyes lit up and a smile formed on his lips. He walked towards you with calm steps, his face slightly sweaty and his hair disheveled from the effort.

“Did I take too long?” He said, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

“A little bit, but it’s okay. Let’s go home soon, husband.” You said the nickname naturally, without even realizing the magnitude of what was here.

Alessandro stopped in the middle of putting the backpack strap on his shoulder and frowned, blinking a few times.

“What?” he said, his voice softly husky.

“What, what?” You replied, confused.

“Did you call me husband?”

Now it was you who blinked, realizing what you had said. Your face heated up, and you tried to hide it with an embarrassed laugh.

“Ah… it was just force of habit, I forgot.”

But Alessandro didn't forget. He shifted a little more, tilting his head to the side with a mischievous smile.

“Force of habit? Since when do you call me that?” he teased, his eyes shining with amusement.

You looked away, biting your lips.

“I don’t know, maybe in my head I already see you like this…”

Alessandro’s smile grew even wider. He wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned close to your ear.

“If you keep calling me that, you’ll end up getting used to me, you know?”

The shiver that ran down her spine was the result. He chuckled softly as he noticed her occurrence and, holding her hand firmly, began to walk beside her.

“Let’s go home then, wife.”

Fermín Lopez

Fermín was concentrating, adjusting a chair that insisted on being crooked. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and a serious look on his face, he seemed oblivious to what was going on around him — until y/n decided to try something.

“Fermín, can you get that glass for me?” y/n said casually, and before he could answer, she added with a mischievous smile: “Please, husband.”

The sound of the glass clinking on the table was almost imperceptible compared to the restless silence. Fermín froze in place, his hand inches away from the glass. Slowly, he straightened, turning to y/n with an arched eyebrow.

“What did you say?” His voice was firm, but there was something else there—a tone of surprise mixed with something that made y/n’s heart race.

“I just… called you husband. Is there a problem… husband?” y/n repeated, now amused by his occurrence.

For a moment, Fermín just stared, as if what he had just heard was being processed. Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Hm… interesting,” he murmured, stepping closer. “So I’m your husband now?”

“Only if you want to be,” y/n joked, feeling her face heat up when he stopped right in front of her.

Fermín let out a small nasal laugh, his eyes shining with a mixture of defiance and something softer, almost complicit. He took the glass and handed it to her, but before he let go completely, he murmured close enough for only her to hear:

“Be careful with your words, cariño… because I might like the idea.”

Ferran Torres

It was a sunny afternoon in Barcelona, and you and Ferran Torres enjoyed a rare day off together. The mood was light, filled with laughter and jokes as you walked along the beach.

“Do you want ice cream, love?” Ferran asked, squeezing her hand gently.

“Yes, I do, husband,” you replied without thinking much, focused on the ice cream shop window.

The silence lasted only a second, but it was enough for you to realize that something was up. When you turned to him, Ferran was standing there, staring at you with a surprised smile on his face.

“What did you call me?” He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by the situation.

You felt your face heat up, realizing what you had just said.

“N-nothing…” he tried to disguise, looking away.

But Ferran wasn't going to let it go. He moved, tilting his face so you could see it better.

“Husband? So we’re already at that level?” The provocative tone in his voice only made her heart race even faster.

“Forget it, it was a slip!” You tried to walk away, but he held your waist and kept you close.

“I liked it,” he whispered in her ear, before placing a long kiss on her cheek.

Lamine Yamal

Lamine was distracted, fiddling with his phone while you waited for your order to arrive at the coffee shop. The place was cozy, with a delicious smell of coffee and fresh bread, and you had taken the afternoon to spend some time together, something rare lately with his intense routine in Barcelona.

You smiled when you saw him so focused, his eyes fixed on the screen, probably watching some video of dribbling or game tactics. You decided to tease him a little.

“Honey, get me a napkin?”

He automatically took it and handed it to you without taking his eyes off his phone.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh. Time to try something more daring.

“Thank you, husband.”

The effect was immediate. As if he had been shocked, Lamine froze and slowly looked up at you, his expression surprised and his cheeks flushing at the same time.

“What did you say?” He asked, clearly trying to maintain his composure but failing miserably.

“Husband,” you repeated, feigning innocence as you sipped your juice.

He blinked a few times, as if processing the information, and licked his lips before answering:

“Hm… I didn’t know we were already married. Did I forget to go to my own wedding?”

You laughed at his response, loving how he sounded both embarrassed and interested at the same time.

“Hey, but we’re practically married already, right? All that’s missing is the ring.”

Lamine chuckled, shaking his head.

“You're impossible, you know that?”

“And you like it” you winked at him.

He smirked, his cheeks still a little red. After a moment, he leaned closer to you and murmured softly:

“Say it again.”

His heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

“Call me husband again.”

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed, and Lamine noticed, laughing victoriously before taking her hand across the table and leaving a kiss there, his eyes shining with amusement.

“Who would have thought… you get shy too, huh?”

And in that moment, you knew you would never stop calling him that.

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Please can u do barca boys being clingy with the reader? (add hector fort plss!)

Super clingy —FC Barcelona.

summary: request.

warnings: none. cute, soft, excess of romanticism.

words count: +1.1k

💌: Masterlist.

Pedri González.

Endless hugs.

He always finds an excuse to hug or touch you, even when there is no apparent reason. If you're sitting on the couch, he settles in behind you, wrapping his arms around you while resting his head on your shoulder.

"It's just that I'm more comfortable here" he tells you, even though you know he just wants to feel you close.

If you move, he adjusts his embrace without complaint, as if you are a puzzle piece that needs to fit perfectly with him. If you walk the other way around the house, he will follow you, trying to catch you again.

Ferran Torres.

Kisses all the time.

Not an hour goes by without him giving you a kiss. Whether on the forehead, on the cheek, on the tip of the nose or on the lips, his gestures are constant. He approaches without a word and leans in to kiss you anyway.

"I just can't help it, you're too cute" he says whenever you protest.

Even in public, he finds ways to drop you a quick kiss, if only to remind you how much he adores you. Sometimes it's accompanied by a hug from behind and he'll linger for a while until you ask him to move (in a good way)

Pablo Gavi.

Sticky hands.

If they're watching a movie, their fingers gently run up and down your arm, drawing little circles without you noticing. If you have loose hair, he takes it between his fingers and caresses it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Sometimes, he touches your face, gently tracing the line of your jaw or your nose.

"I just like to memorize you" he tells you when you ask what he's doing. His hands don't hold back and will touch you for as long as he has the chance.

Fermín López.

Enchanted words.

He tells you "I love you" with a frequency that seems exaggerated, but it never feels forced. "Did you know you're the best thing that ever happened to me?" he asks you at least once a day.

"Did I tell you already that you look beautiful today? Because you are. Always" Even when you're disheveled or in your pajamas, he finds a way to remind you how much you mean to him.

He chases you with compliments, anywhere, any time, he is tender and delicate, telling you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Alejandro Balde.

Faithful companion.

No matter what you are doing, he wants to be with you. If you are cooking, he stays in the kitchen, even if it's just to lean on the counter and watch you. If you're studying, he's your moral support by your side, never leaving you alone.

If you have to go out shopping, he insists on going with you, if you visit the doctor, if you have dinner with your parents, even if you do something simple like go to the bathroom.

"I don't want to miss a second with you" he says with a smile, as if it really is a luxury to be by your side even in the most mundane tasks.

Hector Fort.

Annoying romantic.

Suddenly, without warning, he takes you by the hand and starts dancing with you, even though there is no music.

"Listen, there's a song in my head and it's perfect for us" he says as he guides you with awkward steps around the room.

He hugs you, lifts you up, throws you on the couch to tickle you, undoes your hair,olesta practically but romantically. Even if you laugh at his witticism, you can't help but feel special as he's obsessed with you.

Lamine Yamal.

Personal protector.

If you're tired, he carries your bag without you asking. If you're in a crowded place, he holds your hand firmly, as if he wants to make sure you don't get lost.

If someone speaks to you in a way he considers inappropriate, he discreetly places you behind him. "Don't worry, I'm here" he says with a security that makes you feel completely protected that even seeing seems annoying but isn't.

He takes care of you in front of others and gets extremely affectionate to protect you from anything.

Pau Cubarsí.

Deep glances.

Maybe he is the least annoying in terms of affection. But he loves mirartc When you fall asleep, how peacefully you rest next to him, while he admires you in love.

"You look so peaceful like that" he says when you wake up and find him looking at you with a smile.

If you move, he arranges the blanket over you, making sure you don't get cold. If you come up, he carefully pulls it down, if your hair gets out of place, Pau rearranges it. Sometimes, he even leaves you little notes that you find when you wake up.

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↬❥ Goals for love.

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: You and his sister go to watch the semi-final game and he scores his first goal, dedicating it to you – a long-time friend of the Cubarsí family –

a/n: OMG! I can't believe it, our babe Cuba scored his first professional goal, I'm so proud of him!🥺. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: No warning

No one requested this, I just wrote it because it's a cute Cubarsí moment!

The Barcelona sun was shining brightly that Tuesday afternoon. The city was buzzing with anticipation of the big game: Barcelona versus Atlético de Madrid. In the middle of the excited crowd, you – S/N – and Irene, Pau Cubarsí's older sister, walked towards the Stadium.

“Are you excited?” Irene asked with a mischievous smile.

“Very much!” you replied, adjusting the blue and maroon scarf around your neck. “Today is a big day for Pau.

Irene laughed, giving him a suspicious look.

“Just for Pau? Or for you too?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart beat faster. Pau had always been a great friend, at least that was what he made sure to show everyone. But deep down, there was something more there—something you never had the courage to admit.

As soon as you arrived at the stadium, the atmosphere was electric. The fans were singing, the flags were waving, and the Barcelona anthem echoed through the stands. You were seated in a good spot, close to the pitch, with a privileged view of the game.

The team walked onto the field and his gaze automatically sought out Pau. He looked focused, but when his eyes met his in the stands, for a brief moment, his expression softened, and a small smile appeared on his lips before he turned and focused on the game.

The match was intense from the first minute. Atlético pressed, but Barcelona responded with dangerous attacks. Pau was playing incredibly well, cutting passes, anticipating plays and showing his confidence, despite his young age.

“Pau is playing too much!” Irene exclaimed, proud of her brother.

You agreed, but what really made your heart race was what happened a second later.

In the 21st minute – just two minutes after Pedri's goal – Barcelona won a corner. The crowd held their breath as Raphinha positioned himself to take the kick. The ball came perfectly to Pau, who rose high and headed it firmly into the back of the net.

GOAL!

The stadium erupted in cheers and applause. You jumped to your feet, screaming with joy, but then you noticed something. Pau ran to the side of the field and, with a determined look in his eyes, drew something in the air with his fingers.

The letter of your name.

You froze for a moment, feeling your heart race. He had never done anything like this before. Irene nudged you, her eyes wide.

“He did it for you!”

Your face flushed, and you brought your hands to your mouth, surprised and excited. Pau looked straight at you, his eyes shining with happiness, before being surrounded by his teammates.

In the end, the game ended in a 4-4 draw, and even with the draw, that day was special for Pau.

After the game, you and Irene waited for him outside the stadium. When he finally showed up, still wearing his Barcelona uniform, the smile on his face widened when he saw you.

“Congratulations on the goal, ace!” you said, trying to sound casual but feeling butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckled, running his hand through his sweat-damp hair.

“Thank you. But… that gesture was for you, Y/N.”

His heart raced.

"I perceived".

There was a moment of silence, just the two of them staring at each other under the stadium lights. Then, on impulse, Pau took a step forward, approaching you.

“I tried to hide it, but I don’t think I can anymore,” he said, his voice soft. “You’ve always been more than a friend to me.”

Your heart almost jumped out of your mouth. You never imagined that he actually felt the same way.

“Pau… I feel the same way too.”

He smiled, his eyes shining with happiness, and without thinking twice, he pulled you into a tight hug. You felt the heat of his body, the smell of grass and sweat, but none of that mattered. It was the perfect moment.

“So, does that mean you’ll go out with me after the next game?” he asked, amused.

You laughed, feeling lighter than ever.

“Only if you promise to score another goal for me.”

He laughed and, without hesitation, whispered:

“Promise made.”

[pedriache]

You can write one about Pau Cubarsi where he teaches her how to play soccer, a really cute moment pleasee

Only friend — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pau knew you hadn’t been doing good, so he came over to get you out of your room by forcing you to play footy!

Word count: 920+

Disclaimer/s: mostly fluff + me projecting gulps so lighttt angst

A/N: hi guys yes this is me projecting my problems into writing thats my bad honestly I HATE WINTER!!

“Get out of bed.” Pau insisted, standing in your doorway with pursed lips. The second you heard the door open, you’d already known it was him since your parents knew better than to open it without knocking.

Shaking your head, you pull the blanket over your head. “Pau, go away. I’m tired.”

“Tired?” Pau sighs, slipping off his shoes and entering your room. “It’s two in the afternoon. It’s time to get up. I have plans for us.”

The bed dips under his weight and you finally turn around to face him. Dark circles ring around your eyes as you look up at him. “I went to bed at five.”

“In the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t care.”

“Wha—“ You don’t get to finish your sentence because Pau had looped his arms under you and pulled you out of bed. “Pau!”

“Get dressed. We’re going to the park.” He says sternly, setting you down and offering a small smile. “Quit pouting.” He chuckles, placing a small kiss on your lips.

Trudging towards your closet, you change into ‘park safe clothes’ while Pau waited downstairs with your parents. Once you slipped on shoes and did your hair, you stomped down the steps.

Pau sat up on the couch, watching as you rounded the corner with a grumpy expression. He grinning, standing and saying his goodbye’s to your parents.

Your parents adored Pau. Like.. adored, adored. So did you, of course, but to them Pau could never do any wrong. To you, he could. Making you get out of bed to do God knows what, was wrong.

“What are we even doing today?” You quirk an eyebrow, climbing into the passenger seat.

Pau’s mouth forms a devious, shit-eating grin. “I’m teaching you how to play football.”

Instantly you reached for the door handle. Pau, having much faster reflexes, locks the car doors. “Nuh-uh!” He laughs, “you can have aux, just come with me, okay?”

Chewing on your cheek, you let out a huff. “Fine. Only because I hate your music.” He nearly tried to defend himself, but stopped when he saw the look you were giving him.

The park was quiet today, which was lucky for you. Only a few families milled about and they were at the play sets. Pau reached for his ball in the back seat before getting out. When you begrudgingly got out, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“This will be fun!” He insists, planting a kiss to your forehead. No matter how annoyed you may be, it was so hard to stay in that state when your boyfriend was just so.. perfect.

“Fun is going to the mall. Fun is not spraining your ankle because your boyfriend forgets he’s playing with his girlfriend and not his teammate.” You point at him accusatorially, which sends waves of guilt through him.

“I apologized for that a million times!” He groans, letting his hand drop to your hip. “I won’t do that again. Promise.”

Rolling your eyes with a small smirk, you chuckle. “Sure. Okay, put the damn ball down.”

Pau grins, setting the ball on the fresh grass. “What should we start with today?” He thinks out loud to himself, which you watch with your hands on your hips.

“Well shit, I don’t know.” You mumble, “oh! Oh! Remember last time when I did that one thing?”

The teens eyebrows pull together before it dawns on him. He nudges the ball, playing with it as he thinks. “Okay, yeah. You’re talking about when you kicked it behind you?”

Shaking your head vigorously, you use your hands while you explain, “nooo. Dribbling! I think thats what it’s called?”

Pau looks up from the ball to you, “yeah, that’s what it’s called. Okay, jog beside me and watch the ball, i’ll explain as I do it.”

Nodding, you and Pau set off in a slow jog, as you do so, he explains his tactics and you watch him move. “It’s easier to do when you’re in a full on run, but you should start off jogging, it’ll make it easier to learn.” He stops the ball, kicking it up into his hands before he sets it in yours. “You got this.”

Swirling the ball in your hands, you chew on your bottom lip. “Right. Super simple.” You mumble, psyching yourself up. “Alright, let’s go.”

Letting the ball drop to the grass, you do just as Pau described. You nearly stumble, but catch yourself and continue. Every so often, Pau gives you a new pointer, and you adjust to it.

Throughout your time learning how to play, Pau gives you compliments and praises;

“Yes! Yes just like that, you’re a natural!”

“See, you know what you’re doing!”

“Might as well start calling you Messi.” — That was teasing, which you’d flicked him for, eliciting a loud giggle from the boy.

After nearly an hour of non-stop playing, you slump onto the bar of the net, catching your breath. “How do you do this nearly every fucking day?” You gasp out, taking a large gulp of water to alleviate the pain.

Pau sits across from you, leaning back on his palms. “Nena [baby], i’ve been doing this since i could walk.” He says with an amused expression.

Your eyes roll, “true.” Taking another large gulp and jump to your feet. “Let’s go again!”

Pau looks up at you incredulously. “Again? Not even an hour ago you were complaining about me even bringing you here.”

“Yeah, well. Times change.” You grin, reaching for the ball.

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[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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[universefcb]

Can you do a story where Cubarsi has a crush on one of his classmates and gets so nervous around her so his teammates tease him until he gains the guts to go confess to her?

↬❥ Classmate

Pau Cubarsí x Reader!fem

Synopsis: He is your classmate who likes you.

a/n: Cubarsí is so cute, I would love to have him as a classmate.

REQUESTED

warnings: no.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It was hard to say exactly when Pau Cubarsí realized he was completely enchanted by her. Maybe it was in third semester, when she walked into history class wearing a Beatles T-shirt and made a brilliant comment about cultural revolutions. Or maybe it was when she showed up to group work with a bowl of homemade brownies and a smile that would make anyone giddy.

Pau, one of Barça's most promising defenders, could stop attacks with the coolness of a veteran... but he lost all composure when she was around.

She was his classmate. Smart, kind, opinionated, and with a laugh he could identify in any hallway at the university. The only problem? Pau couldn't form a coherent sentence around her.

“Did you choke on your own water again?” Balde, teammate and master tease, asked when he saw Pau coughing like a cat choking on fur after she walked past them in the diner.

“I just… swallowed wrong,” Pau grumbled, red to the ears.

Fermín, who was eating a sandwich nearby, laughed. “Man, you block attackers like it’s easy, but you stutter with a girl. Are you serious?”

“She doesn’t even know I exist properly,” Pau replied, still trying to regain his dignity.

“Of course you do. You’re a regular for Barça and you’ve probably been on her feed ten times today,” Lamine said, throwing a grape in his direction.

From then on, training sessions included less football and more jokes.

“Hey, Pau, did you practice your statement today?”

“You should use the counterattack tactic: no more surprises!”

“Take a ball and write 'do you want to go out with me?'”

Pau just rolled his eyes, but deep down… the idea of declaring himself wouldn't leave his head.

It was on a quiet afternoon, after a seminar on social revolutions, that the chance came. She was on the bench in the courtyard, typing something on her laptop, when the seat next to her became vacant.

Pau hesitated. He took a deep breath. He remembered all the advice, the jokes, and the promise he made to himself that he wouldn't let this chance pass him by.

“Can I sit here?”

She looked and smiled. “Of course, Cubarsí.”

She knows my name. Point for me.

“So… I wanted to tell you something. I’ve actually wanted to for a while. Like, a long time. Maybe too long. And it’s not a big deal, I guess. It’s just, like, important. To me. Because you… you’re amazing. And I kind of have a crush on you. Actually, it’s not just a crush. It’s a crush.”

She blinked in surprise. Then she laughed—that laugh that made his heart feel like a crazy drum.

“Did you rehearse this?”

“No! I mean… maybe a little.”

She closed the laptop slowly, still smiling. “You know what’s funny? I was wondering when you were finally going to talk to me beyond ‘hi’ and ‘did you get the handout from last class?’”

Pau’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. And I have a little more than a crush on you, too.”

He was silent for a second, just taking it in. Then he laughed, relieved. “The guys are never going to believe this.”

“I’ll confirm it if they doubt it,” she said, giving him a gentle shove on the shoulder. “And if you want, we can go out sometime. As long as you don’t choke again.”

“I promise to try.”

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