#¿y tú

[realidadposts]

[oh-deardeer]

Te voy a enseñar que podemos arder en llamas y sentir que estamos tocando el cielo.

Karla M.

[caostalgia]

Claro que quiero sumergirme en tu cuerpo, pero, también quisiera hacerte poesía, cuidarte, mirarte, darte mil y un razones para quedarte.

Karla M.

[ritmos-eternos]

Ayer no estabas, hoy no estas y mañana seguramente te seguiré esperando.

Papittafritta

[halfwayhearted]

Eres Tú — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite being his girlfriend, Gavi’s still competitive.

Word Count: 405+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff… again…

A/N: Was watching edits of him and ohhhhhhhh. I’m sick.

“Pablo! I don’t think I want to play this anymore.”

The man reaches the ball and kicks it up and into his arms, his expression morphing into one of pure confusion. “It hasn’t even been an… hour!”

“And? You’re being way too competitive,” you sighed. “I actually think I sprained my ankle.”

His eyes narrow, “Your ankles are fine, I’m sure.”

An annoyed exhale leaves your lips and you let your shoulders slump in defeat. “Fine. Fine! Drop the ball. I start, yeah? Yours went out of bounds.”

At that, Gavi lets out a content hum and rolls the ball toward you. You waste no time in kicking it past him, making your way to your guys’ makeshift goal. You could do this… you so could.

Just as you’re about to shoot, he suddenly slides in front of you. You’re not sure why, but you attempt to stop. With so little time, you fail and trip over him. Fortunately, he quickly turns on his side, cushioning your fall when you land on him.

Though… you couldn’t care less. You were quite annoyed! Shuffling off him, you rise to your feet and relocate the ball. From the corner of your eye, you notice him staring at you in disbelief. Once it’s in front of you again, you manage to shoot it into the goal. A smile graces your lips and you whip around to look at him. “Okay! Done! I think we’re finished.” You proclaim wearily. “Goodbye.”

Passing by him, he can’t help but just stand there and stare, the corners of his eyes crinkling once he smiles. He catches up to you and slides a hand into your hair. “Good goal. That was good.”

Looking over at him, your eyebrows knit together. “No, I’m not having a rematch with you, Pablo.”

“I wasn’t going to ask for a rematch. I promise.”

You don’t respond to that. One, because you didn’t know what else he could possibly say, and two, because you just wanted to take a shower.

That’s when he speaks, as if he’d read your mind.

“Shower?” He blurts, noticing the way you laugh like his suggestion was the stupidest in the world. You didn’t think that at all. Not even a little bit.

“Fine. And no music, your singing is kind of bad.”

Your boyfriend scoffs, tilting his head. “Oh, Is it?”

“A little,” you replied, “But hey, it’s totally okay.”

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[tinta-y-cometas]

Eres como una pintura; eternamente en mi mente, y no la puedo replicar.

Papittafritta

[neuroconflictos]

Te escucharía por horas, quizá un día entero si hacemos intervalos con café, siendo sincera disfruto cuando tu voz se cuela por mis oídos, es capaz de tocar el escudo de mi corazón y desarmarlo con tanta facilidad.

Háblame de lo que te imaginas, de lo que eres o quisieras ser, explícame lo que experimentan tus ojos cada vez que miran el amanecer, dime cuál es tu planeta favorito, si prefieres el día o la noche, mis brazos o las sábanas, cuéntame tus travesuras, tus miedos, lo que haces en un día gris.

Te escucharía todo el tiempo, pues eso es lo que se hace cuando el amor toca nuevamente tu puerta.

Karla M.

[gummy-sweet]

"Ojalá nunca hayas leído nada de lo que te he escrito, porque me destrozaría saber que a pesar de eso no me has buscado..."

-Mario Benedetti

[elbiotipo]

What's funny about that French tu/vous chart is that you easily could replace it with Rioplatense Spanish vos/usted. Though we are quite more relaxed about the "usted".

[realidadposts]

[desorden-en-letras]

Estoy segura que tu nombre es lo único que no olvidaría si mi cabeza sufriera de alguna anomalía.

— Caótica.

[kara-ross]

Hoy me acordé de ti mientras dormía. Entre sueños… Desperté, pero ya no estabas

[ritmos-eternos]

De nada sirve estar contigo, sino es en la misma habitación.

Papittafritta

[verso-abstracto]

Mi decisión era clara; pero esos ojitos llorosos me hicieron desistir.

Papittafritta

[tinta-y-cometas]

No estas cerca, no me tocas; mas con una sola palabra te apropias de mi ser.

Papittafritta

[neuroconflictos]

Deberíamos tener una foto difusa de ti y de mí empapados bajo la lluvia.

Denuczi