#rodrigo riquelme

[hottestballers]

Rodrigo Riquelme

[kathlare]

first steps

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Rodrigo’s growing connection takes a step forward after a quiet, intimate evening in Munich.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

September 13th, 2022 - Munich, Germany

liked by ameliemyqueen, barcagossipwags, and others

barcelonawagsgossip: Maybe the rumors are true after all… 🤔👀 Amelie Dayman spotted at tonight’s Barcelona vs Bayern game. Word on the street is she was seen leaving with none other than Rodrigo Riquelme himself. Could it be that the couple we’ve all been hearing about is finally making things official? 🔥

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barcafam99: WAIT, AMELIE AND RODRIGO?! I’m SHOOCKED 🤯🔥 → wagsqueen22: @barcafam99 Right?! This is giving exclusive vibes. 😏💘

soccerfanatic_77: Nah, not her leaving with him after the game. My heart’s in shambles 💔 → ameliedaymanfan: @soccerfanatic_77 SAME, but can you blame her? Rodrigo is a whole snack. 😩🍫

footballgossipfan: I knew it!! The way these two have been moving in silence… 👀

barcelonista24: I need MORE. This is too much to process in one night. 😭

checoperezfan: Oh so now we know what’s going on behind the scenes… 😬 → barcelonawagsgossip: @checoperezfan Yup, seems like this one’s been brewing for a while. 🌡️💘

futbolqueen22: I’m just saying, Rodrigo looks way happier than the last time I saw him… 😏

ameliedaymanfan01: Tbh I’m just glad to see her happy again. 🙌 → wagsfanclub: @ameliedaymanfan01 SAME. She deserves all the good vibes, tbh. ✨💖

soccerbabe23: Amelie really out here locking it down with Rodrigo 😮💅 → futbolqueen88: @soccerbabe23 honestly? She’s ALWAYS been made for this WAG life. 😂🔥

alexawolves: Hmm, wasn’t this like... just rumors like last week? 🙄

barcelonagossipgirl: Y’all really acting like this was a surprise. She’s always been in the mix 🤭

hatersgonnahate44: This is just a PR stunt. Can’t believe people are buying this. 🙄 → amelieislove: @hatersgonnahate44 Lmaooo you wish. They’re legit cute together, relax. 😏

chelseafan18: WAG alert Amelie really just jumped straight into that life 💀 → futbolfan11: @chelseafan18 And why not? She's owning it 👑

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Amelie adjusted the straps of her bag, glancing at Rodrigo as they left the restaurant. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses faded as the door closed behind them, leaving the chilly Munich air to greet them. She pulled her coat tighter around herself as they stepped out into the night. Rodrigo’s hand brushed against hers, the brief touch sending an unexpected flutter through her chest.

—Want me to drop you at your hotel?— Rodrigo asked, his voice soft but with a hint of something unspoken.

Amelie nodded, smiling. —Yeah, that sounds good.—

They made their way to the car, the city lights reflecting off the sleek black vehicle. Rodrigo opened the door for her, offering a quick smile before getting in on the driver’s side. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the evening’s events hanging in the air. Barcelona had just lost 2-0 to Bayern, and although Amelie wasn’t part of the team, she could feel the tension lingering in Rodrigo’s mood.

—Sorry about the game,— Amelie said, trying to ease the quiet that had settled between them. —I know it wasn’t the result you wanted.—

Rodrigo exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. —It’s part of the game,— he said, his tone matter-of-fact. —We’ll bounce back.—

Amelie could tell he was trying to stay positive, but the disappointment was still there, hidden behind his calm exterior. She glanced out the window, her thoughts drifting as the car moved through the city streets.

As they neared her hotel, the silence between them felt more comfortable now. Amelie could sense the growing connection between them—something light but unmistakably real. It was still new, still in that stage where everything felt like a first: first dinner, first quiet car ride, first moments spent together in the glow of a shared experience. Even the awkward moments felt warm, like something they could laugh about later.

Rodrigo slowed the car as they reached the hotel entrance, pulling to a stop. He turned to her, a small smile on his lips.

—Here we are,— he said, his voice gentle. —You want me to walk you up?—

Amelie hesitated for a second. It wasn’t that she minded being alone or that she couldn’t get to her suite on her own—it was more about the feeling that lingered between them. The pull of something not yet defined, but undeniably there.

—Yeah, I’d like that,— she said, returning his smile.

Rodrigo got out first, opening the door for her, and they walked side by side into the hotel lobby. The low hum of people talking and the soft clink of keys at the reception desk were distant noises as they made their way to the elevator. Amelie felt her heart beat a little faster as the doors closed behind them. The quiet ride up felt intimate—like time was moving in slow motion just for them.

When they reached her suite, Rodrigo followed her to the door, his hand hovering near the handle but not quite touching it. Amelie turned to him, her eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Rodrigo’s gaze softened, a mixture of warmth and something deeper.

—Amelie,— he began, his voice barely above a whisper, —I just... I’ve really enjoyed tonight. You’re... you’re something special.—

She smiled, her own heart skipping a beat. —Thanks, Rodrigo. I’ve had a great time, too.—

The words hung in the air for a moment, and before she could say anything more, Rodrigo stepped closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup her face. The gesture was slow, deliberate, like he was giving her the chance to pull away if she wanted to.

But Amelie didn’t pull away.

Instead, she closed the distance between them, and before either of them could second guess it, Rodrigo leaned in. His lips were soft but insistent, pressing gently against hers. The kiss was electric, just a simple press of lips, but it felt like everything at once. Her breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation.

When they finally pulled back, Rodrigo’s face was inches from hers. His eyes were wide, as if surprised by the intensity of the moment.

—I should’ve... asked first, I... I’m sorry,— he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Amelie interrupted him before he could continue, reaching up to place her fingers on his lips.

—Don’t apologize, Rodrigo,— she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, without thinking, she kissed him again, more firmly this time, as if to erase any doubts he might have had.

When they broke apart again, this time Amelie’s fingers lingered on his chest, her palm resting against his shirt. She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the moment felt lighter now, like something had clicked into place.

Rodrigo gave her a slow, almost amused smile. —I guess we’re on the same track, huh?— he said, his voice low and sincere.

Amelie nodded, a small laugh escaping her lips. —Yeah, I think so.—

It wasn’t the declaration of a grand, sweeping love. It wasn’t even a promise of anything more. But in that moment, Amelie knew one thing for sure—whatever this was, they were both on the same page, both moving in the same direction.

Rodrigo’s eyes darkened slightly, his smile never fading. —Well, I guess I’ll let you go then. But I’m really glad you’re here, Amelie.—

—Me too,— she whispered back, her voice soft and warm. —Goodnight, Rodrigo.—

As he turned to leave, Amelie watched him go, the quiet buzz of her heart still echoing in her chest. It was funny, she thought. She had never really expected to feel like this again—like she was standing at the edge of something new, something uncertain. But with Rodrigo, it was easy. She wasn’t sure where they were headed, but she knew she was ready to find out.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Amelie leaned against it for a moment, her thoughts scattered but her heart light. Maybe this was what she needed. Maybe this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

And with that, she finally allowed herself to smile, her fingers brushing her lips where his had just been.

[pensat-i-fet]

Grizi and Roro are so unintentionally funny 😅

[rodribentancur]

[11fer]

roro is pocket sized next to robin 😭😭

[livelaughlovefootball]

As I was watching the game my mom casually said something about how Riquelme to Atlético is like Fermín to Barcelona, in the way that they're both just kind of little guys that you legally have to have a deep affection for, and I'm not sure what to think about it

[pedriscroquettes]

oh.

[corajexcorazon]

[the-offside-rule]

Rodrigo Riquelme (Atheltico Madrid) - Falling For You

Requested: no

Warnings: none

The summer sun bathed Madrid in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the city as the day stretched into evening. Rodrigo Riquelme, now a rising star at Atletico Madrid, leaned back in his chair in the living room of one of his teammates, drinking up the bottles of Estrella Galicia. The lively hum of the city outside and the excited chatter amongst his friends had served as the perfect backdrop for his thoughts, which inevitably drifted to her. His mind always drifted to her

Y/n

They had met years ago, when they were just kids. They were two promising talents in the Spanish junior squads. Rodrigo, with his flair and creativity on the pitch, and Y/n, who played with a precision and fire that made her a force to be reckoned with in the Barcelona Femení. Their connection had been instant, a bond forged in the shared intensity of their training sessions and the countless hours spent together during youth camps. As the years passed and their careers took them in different directions, their paths rarely crossed outside of the national team camps. She in Barcelona, he in Madrid. It seemed they were always just a few hundred kilometers apart, close enough to imagine, but too far to see regularly. The texts they once sent regularly became spontaneous, and it stayed that way until the next summer.

Summer was different. Summer brought with it a sense of freedom, a chance to reconnect with friends and memories from a time before professional obligations took over. Every summer, Rodrigo wondered if this might be the summer they'd find a way to spend more time together, and every summer, the opportunity never seemed to present itself. Until now.

Rodrigo was the first of his teammates to leave the house. He was meant to do a recovery session tomorrow and he wanted to do it eearly and get it over and done with. "Vamos, todos saldremos esta noche, únete a nosotros. No nos quedaremos mucho tiempo." Antoine, his french colleague said. Night had fallen, and the city had come alive with its usual vibrancy and Rodrigo couldnt help himself. Something was telling him to head out. And so, Rodrigo headed out with his team and decided to hit the town for a night out. It was rare for him to let loose, especially during the season, but summer provided a brief respite, a chance to unwind. They settled on a popular club in the heart of the city, a place known for its lively atmosphere and good music.

As they approached the entrance, Rodrigo’s eyes were drawn to a familiar figure standing under the neon lights. Y/n. She was standing with a group of friends, laughing at something someone had said. The sight of her sent a rush of emotions through him, ones he had tried to push down for years. But seeing her now, looking so effortlessly beautiful, brought everything back. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should approach, but before he could decide, she looked up and their eyes met. Her face lit up in recognition, and she waved him over with an excited grin.

“Rodri!” She called out, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. “What are you doing here?” She grinned, pulling him in for a hug. “Just out with some friends.” He replied, trying to keep his tone casual. “Same. It’s been too long! You should join us.” Rodrigo’s heart skipped a beat at her invitation. This was what he had always hoped for; a chance to reconnect, even if just for a night. “I’d love to.” Inside, the club was packed, the music loud and the lights flashing in time with the beats. They found a corner where they could talk without shouting over the music, and soon, they were deep in conversation, catching up on everything they had missed in each other’s lives.

Rodrigo couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was even more captivating than he remembered. There was a warmth in her eyes, a confidence in her smile that drew him in completely. “Do you remember that time in the junior squad-” Y/n said with a laugh. “When we snuck out after curfew to get churros?” He chuckled, nodding. “I do. We were almost caught by the coaches, too.” Y/n's hand rested on his thigh. “Yeah, but we ran so fast, I think we could have beaten our own records that night.” Rodrigo looked down to her hand. Scars from times boots had trambked them, her nails slightly longer and painted with a fresh French tip. "You okay?" She asked, noticing he has zoned out. "Of course, I think the drink is just starting to hit." He chuckled.

As the night progressed, the drinks flowed, and the group moved to the dance floor. Rodrigo wasn’t much of a dancer, but with Y/n, it was different. They moved in sync, caught up in the music and the atmosphere around them. At one point, she pulled him closer, her smile playful. “You’re not too bad at this, Rodri.” She winked. “Not as good as you." He replied, his voice low, the proximity making his heart race. He spun her around, but as she got dizzy, she fell into him. His arm wrapped around her waist as his free hand found their way to hers. She placed her hand gently onto his shoulder and danced along with him. "No me tientes." He murmured into her ear. "No estoy tratando de." She replied innocently. "No eres un angelita."

"No?Qué soy yo entonces, Roro?" She rasped as she swayed her hips into him. A lazy grin appeared on his lips. "Eres un mal pensamiento en mi cabeza." Her gaze guided down to his lips and back to his eyes. "Lo siento, Roro." Both her hands hung around his neck and shoulders as she swayed out of him lazily. "No te disculpes. No me importa tenerte en mi cabeza." Their lips brushed against one another, one wrong move and they would be touching.

The night seemed to stretch out forever, yet passed in a blur at the same time. They danced, they laughed, and for the first time in a long while, Rodrigo felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them. As the club began to wind down, Y/n suggested they get some fresh air. “How about we grab something to eat? I’m starving.” Rodrigo nodded eagerly, happy to extend their time together. “There’s a McDonald’s not too far from here. Let’s go.”

They walked through the quiet streets of Madrid, the city now more serene after the high energy of the club. The neon signs of McDonald’s welcomed them, and they placed their orders with the casual ease of old friends. They found a table in a quiet corner and settled in with their food. The atmosphere was relaxed, comfortable, but Rodrigo could feel a nervous energy building inside him. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, but it was more than that—he was tired of holding back what he felt.

"So, how is barcelona treating you?" He asked, sipping his milkshake. "Treating me well. I think Chelsea wants to buy me though." She shrugged. "I don't mind where I go." Rodrigo placed his milkshake onto the table. He swallowed hard. She was going to leave for good if she ended up in Chelsea. No more random house visits when he would be playing anywhere near her. He wouldn't have the chance. "Why would you move to London?" He asked. "Maybe the boys are nicer there." She replied, melancholy lacing her words. "What's wrong with the boys here." She couldn't bring herself to answer. She was drunk, yes, but not drunk enough to ramble on about her feelings for him. She looked down to the tray in front of her, fries sprawled over it.

“Y/n-" He began, his hand taking her's. “What's wrong with the boys here?" She looked up at him, her eyes curious but encouraging. “They're nothing like you." He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “Then just love me. Just fall in love with me. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember." Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything, just looked at him as if processing his words. Rodrigo felt the world stop, waiting for her reaction.

“You don't have to say anything-” He paused, his thumb now rubbing her soft skin. “But it’s true. Every summer, I hoped we’d have more time together, and every time we did, it just made it harder for me to forget how I feel about you.” Y/n was silent for what felt like an eternity, and Rodrigo’s nerves began to fray. But then she smiled, a soft, almost relieved smile, and reached across the table to caress his cheek. “Rodri-” She said quietly. He hummed in response. "I think you'd should tell me this when you're sober." His eyebrows scrunched. "I don't have the courage without the alcohol. At least if you reject me now, I can blame the drink." He squeezed her hand. "Run away with me." She chuckled. "What? Move to Atletico?"

"Exactly." She blinked a few times, taking in his suggestion. "Roro, I couldn't. I won't. I love Barcelona too much to do that." She replied. "But, if they do intend on selling you, I am begging you move to Atletico." She bit back a smile. "Let me think about it." Rodrigo looked down to her lips and without thinking, he leaned across the table and kissed her. It was a gentle, tentative kiss, as if testing the waters, but when she responded, it deepened, turning into something that spoke of all the years of longing and unspoken feelings.

When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they smiled. "Is that enough time for you to think?" She shook her head. "I need a little more time, but as for this-" Y/n paused, her hand still holding his. "I don't need to think about this at all." Rodrigo smiled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “I'd hoped you wouldn't."

They stayed there, talking long into the night, making plans, sharing dreams, and basking in the newness of a love that had been years in the making. The city outside continued to hum with life, but for Rodrigo and Y/n, time seemed to stand still in that small corner of the world.

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The next morning, as the sun began to rise over Madrid, Rodrigo and Y/n found themselves walking back to their hotel, hand in hand. The city was just waking up, the streets slowly filling with people starting their day, but for the two of them, it felt like a new beginning. As they reached her hotel, Y/n turned to him with a smile. “This summer is going to be different, isn’t it?” Rodrigo nodded, his heart full. “Yeah, it is. And I can’t wait to see where it takes us.” They shared one last kiss before parting ways, knowing that this was just the start of something beautiful. As Rodrigo walked back to his hotel, he couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long time, everything was exactly as it should be.

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[apr1lias]

Atletico Madrid fan Jorge Martin got invited to the Metropolitano this weekend for their game against Getafe, just so he could show off the MotoGP world championship trophy 🫶🏼

We were robbed of MotoGP world champion x Antoine but this is so my brand… Atleti world domination next!!!!

[holdmybvbeer]

[sports-on-sundays]

idk if you’re taking requests but could you do a fluff with rodrigo riquelme where him and the reader enjoy a rainy day indoors

rainy days / Rodrigo Riquelme

Summary: sunny!Rodrigo x girlfriend!cloudy!reader - A little bit of rain won't stop you and Rodri from having a fun day together. Fluff so sweet it might rot your teeth.

Warnings: thunder & lightning

Requested?: Frick yes!

Author's Note: My friend, I'm so happy someone requested for him that I probably actually blushed when I opened my inbox and saw this. I am your certified no. 1 Roro girlie, here at your service! 🫡

Just as you enter the living room where Rodrigo has been waiting for you for the last half hour to finish getting ready, it starts raining.

"Nooo!" you whine, your hands going to your face in dismay. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Rodrigo sets down his phone, frowning, looking out the window. "And it looks like it won't be stopping anytime soon... Look at all those dark clouds over there!" He leans back at an angle to get a better view.

You plop down next to him, crossing your arms, and murmur, "And I got all dressed, too, in this brand new dress. Now I have to go change, since we can't even go out..."

"Hey, wait," Rodrigo says, turning to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. "You don't have to go change. You look lovely in that dress."

"Don't be silly. It's a sundress. I'm not going to be wearing a bright yellow sunny sundress when it's pouring outside and we're stuck indoors!"

"Aw!" he grins, his eyes sincere. "Why not? I'm here, and I think you look adorable in it. I'm certainly impressed, even though you took an hour and a half getting ready."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am!" he laughs, pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheek, like he's snuggling with a teddy bear. "I'm so glad you decided to wear that dress, rain or shine!"

"Well..." you smile softly, blushing deeply. "I was hoping you'd think it's pretty."

"See?" he grins. "I do, so there's nothing to worry about. And I'm sure we can find plenty of fun things to do inside. Come on!" He grabs your hand, pulling you up to stand with him.

He leads you to the dining room, where he has your picnic blanket and lunches on the table. You click your tongue in disappointment. "We can't even have our picnic."

But Rodrigo looks at you with cheery eyes. "Sure we can!"

"Rodrigo, it's pouring!"

"We can have it inside!"

You frown, crossing your arms, and say bluntly, "That's stupid."

"No, it's not. Come on." He picks up the lunch and goes to the living room. He lays out the soft blanket on the floor and lays the food out. "No reason we can't have it right here. Here- and I'll open the windows, too, for some fresh air."

"Wait, no-" you suddenly say nervously, sitting down on the blanket.

He stops with his hand on the window's handle. "Why not?"

"I..." you hesitate, before continuing softly "What if it turns into a lightning storm...?"

Rodrigo smiles softly. "Then I'll close them. We'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"One hundred percent," he chuckles, opening the windows. As he sits down next to you and begins taking out the food, you have to admit, the breeze does feel nice, and you like the sound of the rain outside.

So you sit together and eat your indoor picnic, and once you finish, Rodrigo lays down and pulls you down with him, murmuring, "Wanna just cuddle?"

"Sure," you chuckle. You have a very cuddly boyfriend.

So you just lay together, arms around each other. You rest your cheek against his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair, and you both stay silent, just contently listening to the pattering of the rain falling outside.

Suddenly, though, there's a loud crack of thunder, and you flinch, letting out a little squeal, and automatically take two fistfuls of the soft pullover sweatshirt Rodrigo is wearing.

He chuckles softly, leaning away a bit to look at you. "You scared?" he asks teasingly, but also softly.

"Can- Can you just close the windows please?"

He smiles and nods, before hopping up to do so. Once they're closed, he asks, "You're scared of thunderstorms?"

You pout a little, sitting up on the blanket. "Maybe."

"Aw," he grins. "Cutie."

You lick your lips, rolling your eyes, and cross your arms. "Whatever."

But suddenly, lightning flashes, and you jump again, biting your lip nervously, before tucking your knees to your chest and resting your face in your arms.

"Hey, hey," Rodrigo says gentler, sitting next to you. "It's okay..." He wraps his arms around you, which does add a lot of comfort. After a while of him just holding you, he says, "Hey, why don't we do something to get your mind off it? Why not play a board game or something?"

You swallow and nod, before clearing your throat and saying, "Alright. Sounds good to me."

He nods. "M'kay. You wait here; I'll be right back with a board game for us to play, yeah?"

You nod, and he's off. But only for a moment, because soon he's back with a Sorry! box in his hands. He sits down next to you, and you're just beginning to take the board out of the box when suddenly, there's another loud crack of thunder, and a second later, the room goes black.

"Rodri!" you gasp, clinging to him, burying your head in his chest.

He laughs softly and rubs your back. "It's okay. The electricity just went out, is all... There's nothing to be scared of... I'm right here..." he soothes gently.

The fact that Rodrigo knows you also have a fear of the dark- that's really not helping your situation. "But... what if... I don't know..." you sigh, leaning away. "How are you not scared?"

He shrugs with a little smile. "I like storms. And there really is nothing to be scared of. The chances of lightning hitting us is so incredibly low, there's no reason to worry."

"But..."

"Hey." He gently tilts your head up to meet his sincere eyes, which you can just barely see in the dark room, with the electricity now out. "Chin up, princess. Your crown is falling," he teases.

You sigh with a nervous smile and nod.

"And do I look scared?"

You frown. "No."

"Then there's no reason for you to be scared, either."

You pout. "That's not fair for you to say. You're, like, a footballer and travel and stuff. You do scary things all the time."

He grins. "Have I ever been killed playing football? Have I ever been killed flying in a plane or driving in a bus? Clearly not, because I'm sitting here right now looking at the most beautiful girl in the world. So what makes you think that we're going to get killed in a thunderstorm?"

You shrug with a more genuine smile. "Nothing."

His grin widens. "There you go. Besides, I think we're far too important to get killed in such a dumb way as getting struck by lightning. You know? I think we've got far more life to live than that."

Now you match his grin. "Alright, alright. You've won me over. Now, you're getting pretty obnoxious: just looking at me so cute, and not even kissing me or anything."

He giggles a bit and says, "Well, sorry!" before cupping your chin and leaning in for a kiss, spreading his sunny, cheery, happy-go-lucky aura around you, despite the rain and wind and thunder and lightning outside.

When he pulls away, you're about to lean in for more, but just then, he slaps his thighs and says, "Now, let me go get a candle, so we can get to playing Sorry!"

You smile softly as he walks off with a skip in his step.

Oh, Roro.

Soon, he's back with the candle. It takes him four tries and some taunting giggles from you until he's able to light the match and the candle before it going out first. When he finally does, he lets out a relieved sigh and says with a laugh, "Finally!"

"'Finally' is right! Rodrigo Riquelme, public enemy number one- when it comes to matches!"

He grins and nods, very, very, slowly and carefully setting the candle down next to the playing board, before you get playing.

You end of beating his socks off in Sorry!. "There!" you grin, setting your last piece in the 'home' tunnel. "Professional Hasbro Sorry! player right here! No, no, really, it's okay- I can give you my autograph!"

This, though it's not particularly hysterical, sends your boyfriend into a fit of laughing. He just tends to find you funnier than most people. One of his friends could say the exact same thing, and he might give a small chuckle.

And you laugh with him, because you love the sound of his laughter.

Finally, he begins cleaning up the board, a smile still lingering on his face, as he says, "Look at us. A pro footballer and a pro board game player. Power couple one hundred right here."

"You got that right," you chuckle, before a sudden, big yawn comes on you.

Rodrigo looks up with a little sparkle in his eyes. "You getting sleepy?" he asks as he closes up the Sorry! box.

You shrug, smiling back. "Dark, gloomy days make me more tired."

"Gloomy?" he asks, standing up. He holds his hand out to you, and pulls you up to stand as well. "I don't think this day has been gloomy at all."

"What do you mean? The weather is crap."

He sets the board game box on the end table by the couch, before coming back to you and linking his arms around your back, looking you straight in the eyes. "Gloomy is the last word I would use to describe seeing my gorgeous girlfriend in such a pretty dress," his voice softens, and so do his eyes as he continues, "It's the last word I'd choose for having a picnic with her- indoors or not, or getting to cuddle with her. I would never, ever say getting to joke around with you, and laugh with you, is gloomy. I think getting to spend time with you, playing a board game, is the exact opposite of gloomy, actually."

You grin and throw your arms around him. "I love you so much! You know that?"

He kisses your cheek with a loud 'mwah!' before promptly lifting you up and bringing you to the couch. "I love y-"

"Now what are we doing?"

"My goodness!" he laughs. "You don't even let me say it back!" he jokes as he lays down on the couch, letting you lay on top of him.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Say it back."

"I! Love! You!" he giggles, and in between each word pecks your lips. "Now, I think it's time for you to go to sleep, sleepyhead."

You smile, nuzzling into him. "Alright. I'm down for that."

"Good," he whispers with a content sigh, before his hands begin absently loosely braiding your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and just as you're drifting off to sleep, you feel a sleepy sigh from Rodrigo, and you're not sure if it's his voice really, or just a fragment of your sugar sweet dreams, but you perceive the soft whisper from Rodrigo murmuring, "Oh, Y/n. Whatever would I do without my Y/n?" and his soft lips kissing you goodnight.

[pensat-i-fet]

Literal children 😅😅

[mariclerc]

masterlist ♡ football players

Antoine Griezmann (ag7)

blurbs!

More than friends

Fake it till you make it

Have you ever tried this one?

[reijndeers]

ballertober day 17!! i’m slowly running out of colours lol