hello!!! Your work is very good!! I would like to request with Pau Cubarsi please ❤️
Maybe something about him seeing reader’s scars on her wrists and how she opens up about her feeling horrible from family to friends even though everyone loves her. And he is very caring
Thanks. It’s a bit sensitive topic. If you dont want to write it’s fine no problem
・❥・a/n: im so glad to be writing again yall have no idea.
The evening had started out so normally. Pau had invited himself over after training, promising he’d cook something “edible, hopefully.”
She sat at the kitchen counter while he attempted to flip tortillas in a pan, laughing at him when he almost dropped one.
“Hey, don’t laugh!” he protested, cheeks pink as he tried again. “I’m actually trying to impress you.”
“You’re doing great, chef,” she teased, though her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
She'd become good at faking lightness and pretending nothing was wrong.
But Pau wasn’t stupid. He caught the way she drifted off mid-conversation, staring at the countertop as though her mind was a thousand miles away.
He didn’t press yet, though. He just served dinner, sat beside her, and made sure the conversation kept moving.
Later, after the meal and a short movie, they ended up in the living room. Pau was playing FIFA, leaning forward with that boyish concentration he always had.
She curled up on the couch with a blanket, scrolling on her phone.
That’s when it happened. She reached for her glass and her sleeve slid back. Just a few centimeters. Just enough.
“amor…” Pau’s voice was different this time. Not teasing or distracted. Serious. Almost… afraid.
She glanced up, following his gaze to her wrist and her heart sank.
Immediately she pulled the sleeve back down. “It’s nothing.”
But Pau was already setting his controller aside, moving closer. “Don’t say that. Please.” His voice broke in a way she'd never heard before. “Don’t call it nothing.”
She swallowed hard, blinking quickly as tears stung her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Pau shook his head, his hand hovering in the air, not touching her until she gave him some kind of permission. “Then don’t call it nothing. You don’t have to tell me everything right now. But don’t pretend it’s not there.”
That gentleness. That patience. Made her break. She exhaled shakily, looking down at the blanket as words slipped out.
“I just… sometimes I feel like I’m the problem. Even when everything’s fine. My family loves me, my friends love me, I know that, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling… empty. Like I’m wearing a mask all the time.” her voice wavered. “And sometimes the mask slips.”
Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by her sniffles. Then she felt his hand carefully sliding over hers, turning her wrist so her scars faced up. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look at her with pity, just sadness and care.
“bebé,” he whispered, his thumb brushing lightly over the faded lines. “You’re not a problem. You’re not broken. You’re just… carrying too much. Alone.”
Her chest tightened as tears spilling over. “But what if I fall again? What if it never gets better?”
“Then I’ll fall with you,” he said instantly, voice firm. “I’ll be right there. Every time. Helping you get back up. You don’t ever have to fight this by yourself.”
She let out a small sob, covering her face with her hands. “Why do you even care so much?”
“Because I love you.” The words slipped out of him like breathing.
He didn’t hesitate, didn’t even realize he’d said them until he saw her eyes widen through the tears. His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t backtrack.
“Yeah. I do. And I don’t care if it’s scary to say it. You need to hear it. I love you, and nothing you do or feel will change that.”
For the first time that night, a real smile tugged at her lips through the tears. “You’re… too good to me.”
“I should be better,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “ I’ll learn for you. Just don’t push me away, okay?”
She buried her face in his chest, nodding, and he held her so tightly it felt like he was keeping her pieces together.
After a while, when her breathing steadied, Pau pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to hers. “Hey. How about we do something super dumb right now?”
She frowned, confused. “Like what?”
He grinned, wiping her tears with his thumbs. “Like building the ugliest pillow fort. No sadness allowed inside.”
She laughed weakly, shaking her head. “You’re stupid.”
“Maybe. But I'm the one keeping the fun around ,” he teased, earning a groan from her.
But twenty minutes later, they were both sitting inside a crooked fort made of blankets and chairs, Pau proudly stringing fairy lights across the top while she leaned against his shoulder.
He handed her a mug of hot chocolate like it was the most serious mission in the world.
Inside that silly little space, wrapped in his arms and warmth, the weight on her chest felt just a little lighter.
And she finally believed that things can be better.
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