#pararé

[chippedshake]

You will never convince me that Cuando Nos Volvamos a Encontrar by Carlos Vives isn't Ponyboy to Johnny several years later

Translation: Today I paid the bills, fixed up the garden a bit: I decorated with flowers like you liked it. I stopped eating junk food and watching TV until I fell asleep. I stopped smoking,

Translation: When we meet again, I won't stop watching the sunrise

Translation: Your good advice is now my religion

Translation: When we meet again, there won’t be time for sad goodbyes, there won’t be a moment of your life that I won’t adore, there won’t be an afternoon I won't go pick you up

[cabra-con-botones]

Como solían humanizar a Juanín en los fanarts:

[courtana]

no sabía que vivir con una europea significaba tener que también ser su empleada y tener que trapear/aspirar todo sin que ella me eche una mano 🙄

[w00fwoof]

la persona tirapostas de mi vida me dijo que lo que pasa es que no estoy conectando con lo real y sí, totalmente es eso

[manzaniyuh]

[thcgoodwitch]

"Hey, hey, ven, pequeño" se apresuró a acercarse al niño que caminaba en medio de la toma, extendiéndole la mano con gentileza. "Ven, hay que hacernos a un lado. Están tomando fotos, ¿ves?" Apuntó al joven con la cámara, sonriendo con amabilidad. Finalmente el pequeño tomó la mano de Ollie, el cual lo apartó de la toma. "Por acá está mucho mejor."

playa

Posaba para la cámara, las vistas al mar perfectas para el reportaje que la estaban haciendo. Le daban igual las miradas ajenas, pues, al final, gracias a su carrera en el Quidditch, cada vez se estaba haciendo más famosa. Scarlett Travers se había ganado estar en la portada de la revista. Además, ¿Qué importaba que el reportero fuera amigo de la familia? "Por favor, apártate un poco que vas a salir en el plano." Le dice al individuo que parecía acercarse, sin dejar de posar.

[hibblom050]

i swear i won’t stop ‘til I look just like this

juro que no pararé hasta verme justo así

[unmundofantastico]

No pararé de enamorarte, porque te quiero solo para mí. Sé que en algún momento tú serás mía, como yo seré para ti. Vamos a amarnos sin que haya un fin, por toda una eternidad; incluso después de que mi corazón deje de latir. — Rube Sánchez

[unweondetonado]

Me quedan 40 dias para mi cumpleaños. Y como vi que algun@s de la comunidad se ponian fechas limite para llegar a cierto peso, yo haré lo mismo

Ultimo peso: 61 kg Peso deseado MINIMO: 55 kg Peso deseado en realidad: 50 kg

Plan: - No pasarme de las 500 cals - Dar 2000 saltos de cuerda DIARIOS - Tomar 2l de agua o mas - Caminar minimo 1:30hs (que serian 10.000 pasos mas o menos) - Ayunar entre 1 o 2 veces por semana - Hacer mi rutina de ejercicios SI O SI (soy muy perezoso, pero esta vez me obligaré) - NO ACEPTAR COMIDA DE NADIE, SEA QUIEN SEA

Bueno, espero que esto de resultado. Intentaré pesarme todos los lunes (ya que la balanza no está en casa) asi que los lunes les actualizaré con respecto a mi peso. Si gustan enviarme motivacion, tips, recetas o lo que sea, seran bien recibidos <3

No pararé hasta ser perfecto <3

[healer-pop]

YOU!!! FIEND YOU!!! DONT think about how venture would whisper the *filthiest* of phrases in your ear,,, pressing a kiss to your neck before just walking off like they DIDNT JUST- ahem bonus points if its in spanish just *think* about that drawl in their voice,, ouhg :]c -feral

I CANTTT DO THIS — there’s not enough Venture content to sustain me 😭 I already linger in yt videos with their voicelines and the venture’s adventures one… it kills meeeee

i think about that one post about them pulling you aside in the middle of a teamfight to make out with you all the time. they’d feel so guilty about it, but so helpless at the same time. they can’t keep their hands off of you, trying to soak in any and all content with you that they could before they’d have to return. it would be so sloppy and rough, their desperation seeping through like the salty sweat on their skin. leaving your lips red and bruised, clothes disheveled, as if you two actually fucked, but they couldn’t bring themselves to actually go that far, no matter how much they wanted it. they had a mission to complete. but rutting against you? feeling the warmth of your own arousal against theirs? enough to tide them… for now. they’d wish they’d actually cum against your leg, or fingers, but it’d probably chafe really bad.

if anyone caught them, they’d probably claim to have needed extra special healing, they are a flanker after all. need to be in tip top shape to get those nasty incapacitations.

can see them being the nastiest flirt when no one is watching. pda is pretty wholesome when eyes are on you, but when they turn away? Venture is backing you into a darken corner of the base, whispering to you the small amount of Spanish they’ve taught you, about all the things they’re going to accomplish between your legs tonight. (“Mi lengua va a probar lo dulce que eres esta noche, cariño. No pararé hasta que ambos estemos satisfechos. Mis dedos quieren estar dentro de ti, ahora mismo. Pero esperaré hasta poder oírte gritar.”)*

it almost gives you whiplash when they pull away, and you wonder if they’re some sort of masochist because you know their own words and thoughts affect them just as badly as they do you. Venture accidentally edges themselves by thinking of you lol. definitely the type to become a bit more spacey when they’re in a relationship with you because you’re on their mind all the time. plays it off super well though! but horny them is another beast…

* — I’m going to taste how sweet you are with my tongue, tonight, darling. I’m not going to stop until we’re both satisfied. My fingers want to be inside you. But I’ll wait until I can hear you scream.

[joledax]

Cuando pararé de sufrir?

Acaso no hay nada más para mí

No puede ser que mi vida sea pena y miseria

Mis ganas de morirme aumentan con cada día que pasa y me siento atrapado en mi propio cuerpo

en mi propia mente

Estoy agotado

[masonmyluv]

Learning English 🇬🇧

Pedri Gonzalez x English reader

One shot

Angst, Fluff and Smut (sub! Pedri)

"tienes que aprender a hablar inglés (you have to learn how to speak English)" you said to your boyfriend. "por qué?" He asked from the couch where he was currently watching tv. "Because you have to know it! Maybe you won't play forever in Spain and you need to know it" you rolled your eyes. He didn't say anything for a while until the typed what you said in google translate, then he gasped loudly. "Jugaré por siempre para barcelona y no es mi problema aprender inglés (I will forever play for barcelona and it's not my problem to learn English)" he said angrily and stormed off to his room. "Mierda" you groaned.

Truth was, you sometimes wanted to speak in English as well since it was your native language. Speaking 24/7 in Spanish was exhausting, especially with an attitude like Pedri's. You plopped on the coach where he sat previously and continued the series he was watching.

"Mi amor...despertar (wake up) Pedri gently shook you. "Huh? How much did I sleep?" You asked. "Not much" he said. "mira lo siento por eso. se que quieres lo mejor para mi y actué como una polla (look I'm sorry for that. I know you want the best for me and I acted like a dick)" he sighed. You stood up quietly. "¿Te has enfadado conmigo? (Are you mad at me?" He asked. "estoy decepcionado de que no quieres aprender mi idioma. aprendí el tuyo, así que ¿qué te detiene? (I'm just disappointed you don't want to learn my language. I learned yours so what's stopping you?)" you asked him. "No soy un aprendiz rapido (I'm Not a fast learner)" he sighed. "lo que sea. cuando usted realmente quiere darle una oportunidad por lo menos, hágamelo saber (whatever. when you really want to give it a try at least, let me know)" you said, going to bed separately. You didn't feel like sharing a bed with him after the mini argument you had over some bullshit he created.

—

"¿Cómo coño hago esto? (How the fuck do I do this)" Pedri asked his best mate, Pablo. "Duolingo" he shrugged. "Es bueno? (Is good?)". "no lo sé. nunca lo intenté. ( I don't know. I never tried)". "muy útil, Gavi" (very helpful) Pedri said, rolling his eyes.

—

You were cooking dinner when he arrived home from training, but you were still mad at him. "Good evening, mi amor" he said, wrapping your arms around your waist. "You not talk to me?" He asked. "Babe..." he whined. "Fuck off, Pedro" you groaned. "Okay you know what? Realmente traté de hacer eso por mí mismo (I really tried to do it alone" he said, raising his voice. "No sé qué mierda quieres de mí (I don't fucking know what you want from me)" he said.

"No se trata solo de aprender un maldito idioma. ¿Qué pasa si algo no funciona en nuestra relación y ni siquiera lo intentas y me abandonas? ( It's not just about learning a fucking language. What if something difficult comes in our relationship and you wouldn't even give it a try and abandon me?)" you shouted. "Por ti, quemaría el mundo ( For you, I'd fucking burn the world down)" he said, his breath fanning over your neck. "I tried, mi amor. descargué ( I downloaded) Duolingo" he chuckled.

"Pedri, puedo enseñarte. Incluso tengo una idea de cómo. (Pedri, I can teach you. I even have an idea how.)" you smirked. "Really? Que idea?". "Go upstairs and wait for me...desnudo (naked)" you smirked.

—

"¿qué tienes en mente (what do you have in mind?" He asked as you emerged in your shared bedroom. "A partir de ahora, solo se acepta hablar en inglés. Si hablas español, pararé todo. (from now on, only speaking in English is accepted. If you speak spanish, I will stop everything.) Understand?" You said, starting to take of your clothes as well. "Yes" he half moaned. "Good boy... what am I going to do with you hm?" You asked, sitting on his lap, a pair of cuffs in your hands. "Fuck me" he said. "Not so fast, pretty boy. I'm fucking done with your attitude yeah? Gonna have my way with you" you smirked, tying his hand together above his head. "Keep them there. No touching or I will stop" you warned him. "Please..." he groaned. "Nah uh... you've been a bad boy... I need to teach you a lesson" you said, sucking at the skin on his neck. "Fuck... I'm so hard.... Please" he groaned. You trailed kisses down his abs, while his dick poked your immediate thigh.

"Baby, my love, please I need more" he begged. You smiled against the side of his dick, licking a long stripe on the throbbing vein. "This is what you want?" You asked. "N-No... I need... I need... oh fuck!" He moaned louder when you took him into your mouth. "I need inside you... please... baby... I'll do anything... just—". "Okay pretty boy... you've earned it" you said, taking him into your hands and teasing your entrance. "This is what you want?" You asked and he nodded. "Words, Pedri". "Yes, yes oh fuck!!! Baby" he moaned when you sank down on him. You couldn't help but let out a moan as he felt much bigger like this. "Move" he ordered. "How?" You played dumb. "For fuck's sake... move!" He groaned frustrated. "Beg. Me" you smirked. "You're gonna get pay for this..." he said. "Please, Y/N, fuck me".

You did a little victory dance in your head, then started bouncing on him as you both moan uncontrollably. "Please baby... let me touch you" he said. "Will you be a good boy?" You asked and he nodded. You bent over, stuffing your breasts into his face as you untied his hands. His hands immediately sank into your butt cheeks, urging you to go faster and harder on him. "Fuck Pedri..." you moaned as he snapped his hips up, meeting your movements. "You're gonna be a good girl, Y/N? Be a good girl for daddy" he smirked, feeling you clench around him. "Pedri fuck..." you moaned as you came, which triggered his own orgasm.

You took a few minutes to regain your breath, him flipping you both so he could slip out of you. "I learned a lot of English for sure" he smirked, still hovering over you. "I'm glad I could help" you smiled tiredly. "Don't give me that face" he said. "It's look, Pedri" you said with puppy eyes. "Fuck... you little devil" he said, tickling your sides. "You'll pay for that soon, I won't forget that" he said, tucking you into his side. "If you say so" you mumbled. "And not think that I will give up on us... I will fight for you, us" he said, suddenly being serious. "Because I fucking love you to the sky and back" he said. "It's to the moon and back" you giggled. "Shut up. You're ruining the moment" he said. "I love you too, Pedri. To the sky and back" you chuckled, before he kissed your lips softly.

Hope you like it ❤️

Feedback is always appreciated <3

Spanish parts are translated with Google Translate (because I don’t know Spanish 🥲) so let’s ignore the mistakes :)

[aleccydymitria]

Y sé muy bien que no estarás.

No estarás en la calle

en el murmullo que brota de la noche

de los postes de alumbrado,

ni en el gesto de elegir el menú,

ni en la sonrisa que alivia los completos en los subtes

ni en los libros prestados,

ni en el hasta mañana.

No estarás en mis sueños,

en el destino original de mis palabras,

ni en una cifra telefónica estarás,

o en el color de un par de guantes

o una blusa.

Me enojaré

amor mío

sin que sea por ti,

y compraré bombones

pero no para ti,

me pararé en la esquina

a la que no vendrás

y diré las cosas que sé dicen

y comeré las cosas que sé comen

y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan.

Y sé muy bien que no estarás

ni aquí dentro de la cárcel donde te retengo,

ni allí afuera

en ese río de calles y de puentes.

No estarás para nada,

no serás mi recuerdo

y cuando piense en ti

pensaré un pensamiento

que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.

[dakota-zen]

《El futuro》

Y sé muy bien que no estarás.

No estarás en la calle

en el murmullo que brota de la noche

de los postes de alumbrado,

ni en el gesto de elegir el menú,

ni en la sonrisa que alivia los completos en los subtes

ni en los libros prestados,

ni en el hasta mañana.

No estarás en mis sueños,

en el destino original de mis palabras,

ni en una cifra telefónica estarás,

o en el color de un par de guantes

o una blusa.

Me enojaré

amor mío

sin que sea por ti,

y compraré bombones

pero no para ti,

me pararé en la esquina

a la que no vendrás

y diré las cosas que sé decir

y comeré las cosas que sé comer

y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan.

Y se muy bien que no estarás

ni aquí dentro de la cárcel donde te retengo,

ni allí afuera

en ese río de calles y de puentes.

No estarás para nada,

no serás mi recuerdo

y cuando piense en ti

pensaré un pensamiento

que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.

Julio Cortázar

[lamaracuchaquecuenta]

Y sé muy bien que no estarás.

No estarás en la calle

en el murmullo que brota de la noche

de los postes de alumbrado,

ni en el gesto de elegir el menú,

ni en la sonrisa que alivia los completos en los subtes

ni en los libros prestados,

ni en el hasta mañana.

No estarás en mis sueños,

en el destino original de mis palabras,

ni en una cifra telefónica estarás,

o en el color de un par de guantes

o una blusa.

Me enojaré

amor mío

sin que sea por ti,

y compraré bombones

pero no para ti,

me pararé en la esquina

a la que no vendrás

y diré las cosas que sé decir

y comeré las cosas que sé comer

y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan.

Y se muy bien que no estarás

ni aquí dentro de la cárcel donde te retengo,

ni allí afuera

en ese río de calles y de puentes.

No estarás para nada,

no serás mi recuerdo

y cuando piense en ti

pensaré un pensamiento

que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.

El futuro, Julio Cortázar

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Y sé muy bien que no estarás.

No estarás en la calle,

en el murmullo que brota de noche

de los postes de alumbrado,

ni en el gesto de elegir el menú,

ni en la sonrisa que alivia

los completos de los subtes,

ni en los libros prestados

ni en el hasta mañana.

No estarás en mis sueños,

en el destino original

de mis palabras,

ni en una cifra telefónica estarás

o en el color de un par de guantes

o una blusa.

Me enojaré amor mío,

sin que sea por ti,

y compraré bombones

pero no para ti,

me pararé en la esquina

a la que no vendrás,

y diré las palabras que se dicen

y comeré las cosas que se comen

y soñaré las cosas que se sueñan

y sé muy bien que no estarás,

ni aquí adentro, la cárcel

donde aún te retengo,

ni allí fuera, este río de calles

y de puentes.

No estarás para nada,

no serás ni recuerdo,

y cuando piense en ti

pensaré un pensamiento

que oscuramente

trata de acordarse de ti.

Julio Cortázar, El futuro.