a/n: yeah, I was gone for months, but I wrote this while watching the Barca game last week so felt an urge to post this so here we go. I also have no idea what happened to my master-list, but you can request anything if you want:) I think I need to post a new master list and everything… anyways here you go

Pau slips little handwritten notes into your books and jacket pockets—each one a tiny “just because” reminding you how much he adores you, whether it’s a doodle of your favorite flower or a sweet nickname he’s been practicing.

During quiet moments, his fingertips softly brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear with a smile that says you’re perfect just the way you are.

After evening training sessions, he always makes you hot chocolate, stirring in extra marshmallows and proudly bringing it to you while you cozy up in his jacket. When you say to him, you feel like you should be the one making him the hot chocolate, he refuses and say you always need to be treated like the princess you are. Making you blush

Midnight cravings never stand a chance; he knows your comfort foods by heart and surprises you with little deliveries, lighting up when he sees your sleepy, happy face.

Getting ready for bed feels extra special when he hums your favorite lullabies, his voice low and soothing, turning even the most restless nights into peaceful dreams.

Watching TV together usually ends with soft butterfly kisses along your collarbone, his playful affection pulling giggles from you that make his heart feel so full.

Holding your hand becomes second nature—his thumb tracing tiny circles against your skin, quietly reminding you that he’s always there.

Late at night, when the world feels extra soft, he whispers “I love you” in your native language, after practicing it over and over until he gets it just right.

After a long day, spontaneous foot massages become his specialty, his strong hands easing away any tension while you melt into the moment.

On chilly evening walks, he gently drapes his scarf around your shoulders, pulling you close as he tells little stories from his childhood in Girona, his voice mixing with the crisp air.

Baking sessions turn into mini adventures, with flour flying everywhere and laughter filling the kitchen—his favorite part is always sneaking little tastes of cookie dough with a shy grin.

Sometimes he leaves his favorite hoodie on your chair before leaving for training, knowing you’ll smile when you find it and feel just a little closer to him.

Before every match, he shyly asks you to be his “lucky charm”, cupping your cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Reading the same book you’re reading quickly becomes one of his sweetest habits; he loves highlighting quotes just so he can say, “this part made me think of you.”

He picks out matching keychains one day, grinning when he finds two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Lazy afternoons mean soft touches—tracing invisible little hearts on your back as you lie together, his hand moving slowly and absentmindedly.

Braiding your hair, even when he’s absolutely terrible at it, becomes something of a tradition; every messy braid makes him beam like he’s created a masterpiece.

Meeting your family for the first time makes him adorably nervous, but his warm smile and kindness win them over faster than he could have ever hoped.

Flowers find their way to you all the time—sometimes from a shop, sometimes plucked from a garden or park—always with a bashful "this one looked like you."

His phone hides a little secret: an album filled with photos of you, candid and beautiful, each one capturing the way you make his world feel brighter.

No matter how small your bag is, he insists on carrying it, teasing that since you already carry his heart, it’s only fair he carries something of yours too.

Falling asleep on the couch leads to waking up cocooned in a warm blanket, your forehead kissed so gently it feels like a dream.

Tiny hearts and your initials decorate the corners of his notes and notebooks—little secret declarations he doesn’t even realize he’s making anymore.

After important matches, he loves wrapping his jersey around your shoulders, even if you are proudly wearing it to the matches, pride shining in his eyes because you’re always his biggest victory.

When he talks about the future, it’s all soft smiles and quiet promises—a cozy house, a small garden, endless sunsets, and a life filled with shared dreams.

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!”

christensen MASTERCLASS. (our best cb confirmed)

ferran hattrick of assists.

zero minutes for araujo.

fermin with a IMPECCABILE GOAL.

raphinha & lamine taking the piss out of mbappé’s celebrations.

4-3 ELCLASICO WIN.

imagine a premier league team, an NBA team, or an NFL team refusing to play a cup final, a finals game, or the super bowl because of the grave crime of.. referees not wanting to be publicly humiliated and berated on official clubs’ media channels for any decision they disagree with?

cancelling press conferences, team dinners, and official events is one thing. but the open training? which is meant to be a chance for fans, fans who follow that shitty ass club across the world, to see players they love firsthand? thats an insane reaction & only shows how little madrid cares about their fans.

1st title of many more to come this season