#Ronaldo imagine

[multifandomfanfic]

could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous??

Cold Air

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long and sorry if any descriptions of Qatar are inaccurate. Just suspend reality for a bit :)) (also, I proof-read this, but it hasn’t had a second pair of eyes look at it)

The city lights passed by your car as you made your way to the club. The World Cup was in full swing and, today, Portugal had beaten Switzerland by five goals. You wrinkled your nose. Portugal. As good of a team they were, any mention of their team, and especially a certain player, left a foul taste on your tongue. 

It wasn't like you didn't love Ronaldo. You did.., well, you had loved him at one point. Months ago you had been positive your relationship was going to last forever; you were living together, you went with him to his events, and you were even certain you had spied an engagement ring in his bag once. All of that was squashed within seconds thanks to Ronaldo’s unlocked phone and a few Instagram DMs. 

Within days, you had moved out of your shared house and into an apartment far away from Manchester. Ronaldo agreed to pay the first year of your rent in return for you not going public about his infidelity, but you took the high road. You did not need his help and, after what he did to you, you decided that you did not want to have any connection to him any longer. Enough was enough.

But here you were, in Qatar, the day his team beat the Swiss.

Your phone vibrated and you dug it out of your purse. 

I'll have to leave a little early tonight, Emi texted you.

What? Why?

Coach wants us to get at least eight hours of sleep before some extra practice in the morning. He explained, I'm free to do whatever you want tomorrow night.

You groaned and slumped back into the car seat. Great. Just great. The only reason you were going to this club was to celebrate Emi’s friend’s birthday, whom you had never met. In fact, you hardly knew anybody on his team. You had spent so much time with Portugal and Manchester United that you hadn’t become acquainted with any of the other teams. Besides, you had only been seeing Emi for a couple of months. 

“Is this it?” your driver asked. 

“Yes, this is it,” you sighed. The cold night air raised goosebumps on your skin as soon as you pushed open the door. It was refreshing and briefly distracted your mind from the awkwardness awaiting you inside.

The bouncer opened the rope as you approached. The club’s exterior was lit by LED lights, beckoning people to venture inside. Quite a crowd had amounted outside, drawn by the possibility of seeing a world-class futball player in person. They watched you as you entered the building. Who were you? And why were you here?

The interior of the bar was as exuberant and bright as the exterior. The only difference was the number of people crammed within its walls. Bodies were pressed against each other, moving to the music blaring from the speakers. Two bartenders were hurriedly making drinks for the growing crowd. They had been instructed to prioritize the futball players and serve them first, but they were struggling to keep up with that demand.

You scanned the throngs of people. One or two of the men close to you looked familiar, but the lights were set just dim enough that you couldn’t distinguish people from a distance. Their forms blended into one, swaying mass.

Person after person bumped and shoved you (whether on accident or on purpose, you couldn’t tell) as you forged your way to the bar. Surely, there were too many people in the club to be safe, but nobody paid attention. They were all having fun. You were the walking embodiment of dread.

You tugged on the end of your dress. It wasn’t yours–one of the players’ girlfriends had lent it to you–and it wasn’t exactly your taste either. The color was off and it fell awkwardly on your thighs. Anyone who knew you would know the dress was not your first choice. 

“Excuse me?” you asked the bartender closest to you, “Can I get one of those?”

The mixture of alcohol he was making was taking all of his attention, and he made no effort to respond. You groaned, leaned against the bartop, and began people-watching. There was no sight of Ronaldo or Emi. You weren’t expecting Ronaldo to be there, but you could never be too sure. 

“Y/N!” a familiar voice called from behind you.

You turned around and smiled, “Emi!” 

He pushed his way through the crowd, nodding and grinning at his friends. You recognized none of them, despite going to many of Emi’s games. Maybe you were too stuck in the past.

Once he reached you, Emi grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. 

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, leaning over slightly and began kissing your neck. Several people’s eyes landed on the two of you. 

“Babe, please,” you whispered, “Not in public.”

He stepped back, “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable with it, ok?” you replied. To be honest, you had no idea why it made you so uneasy. People looking at you was one thing, but something else was off.

Emi smirked and loosened his grip on your waist, “Fine. But I will be seeing you tomorrow night.”

“It’s a date,” you chuckled. He left you one more kiss on your lips as he started to back away. He smiled and nodded his head goodbye. Before you knew it, Emi had disappeared into the mass of people.

The bartender continued to pay attention to other patrons, leaving you drinkless and bored. There was a full-length mirror behind the back of the bar. You examined yourself in it, rubbing off the lipstick that had made its way off of your lips and adjusting your hair so it fell just right on your face. A figure began to form behind you. Someone was making their way to the spot to your left. The way the lights were positioned and flashing, you could not tell who it was.. that is, until they spoke.

He ordered two of your favorite drink and, like clockwork, the bartender had them finished within seconds.

“You look good,” he almost mumbled as he took the first sip from his drink. His eyes scanned your figure, soaking in every aspect of how the dress fell on your body. You could have slapped him, “Although, I wouldn’t peg you as the type of girl to wear something like that.”

“What do you want, Ronaldo?” you spat. His face changed for a moment at the use of his last name instead of Cristiano–what you used to call him–but, within seconds, it was back to his usual, sly look. On the other hand, you could feel your face turning red. Months of pent-up rage and regret flooded back into your head. Why had you come here? Why did he have to be here?

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said as you picked up your drink. You slammed it back down on the counter. A little sloshed over the edge and the bartender immediately wiped it with his towel. He scowled at you but smiled at Ronaldo. You pushed the glass to the farthest point on the bar that you could reach. You refused to drink it. That would make it seem like you were diving in.

“I asked you what you wanted,” you seethed, arms crossed across your chest, “Can you answer my question?”

He rolled his eyes and looked around as if you were the only person in the room who did not know what he was going to say. He then leaned closer, “You could do much better than an Argentinian. That’s all I wanted to say.”

You froze. Your mouth hung agape, your mind was apparently empty of any good comebacks. After a moment you managed a “Are you kidding me?” and a small, all-too-exaggerated laugh. The audacity this man had. He cheated on you, not the other way around. 

“Do you think I’m joking? I’m just stating the obvious, darling,” Ronaldo smirked. He leaned against the bar, drink in hand. Triumph was written all over his face. 

You pulled out twenty dollars from your purse and slammed it onto the bar to cover your drink. You stood up straight, staring your adversary in the eyes. 

“I’m done with your bullshit, Ronaldo. Do I need to remind you whose fault it was that we broke up? It wasn’t me!,” you shouted just loud enough so the people closest to you could hear, “Have a good life.”

You stormed past him, purposely bumping into his shoulder on the way to the back. Your feet carried you past the mob of bodies. Instead of annoying you, they acted to your benefit, creating an almost impenetrable sea for Ronaldo to cross to get to you. You made it to the back exit swiftly and, without hesitating, escaped the room.

The chilly air greeted you like an old friend. Your dress was hardly enough to keep you warm, but it didn’t matter. Compared to the inside of the bar and its patrons, it felt more friendly and calm in the frigid night.

You pulled out your phone and started searching for an Uber to take you home. You began walking down the alleyway, enveloped in the screen in front of you rather than paying attention to your surroundings. That was why you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a cold hand grab a hold of your arm.

You whipped around and tried to strike the attacker with your bag but, after a moment, you saw that it was none other than Ronaldo. Despite recognizing him, you still managed to hit him with your purse. You ripped your arm from his grasp and backed up. You weren’t truly scared of him, not at all, but he repulsed you so much that you wanted to distance yourself from him as much as you possibly could.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed.

“Y/N, listen to m–”

“No, tell me what you think you’re doing!”

“I don’t know what I–” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and shifting his weight.

“You don’t know what you’re do–”

“Y/N, would you just listen to me, please?!” Ronaldo finally begged. He stood with his arms extended to you, silently pleading with you to let him speak, “Please?”

You checked your phone and then crossed your arms, “You have two minutes, Ronaldo, then I never want to see you again.”

“That’s fine, that’s perfect,” he took a step back. He looked at the sky as he took a deep breath. The stars were shining down on the two of you, illuminating the alleyway just enough that you could see Ronaldo’s breath and the sweat dripping down his face. What was bothering him so much?

He sighed, exasperated with his own thoughts, “Y/N, I.. you know I love you right?”

You did not reply, nod, or shake your head. You kept your eyes glued on him but, on the inside, your stomach was turning. This conversation could lead nowhere good. In the months since your break-up, you had thought about getting back together plenty of times. Yet, in reality, you could never let yourself do that. He cheated on you once. He had broken your trust. That could not happen again.

“I know you do. And I know, I hope, that deep down you still love me,” Ronaldo continued, trying to get any reaction out of you, but none came, “I will never love another woman as much as I love you. You were the light of my life, the thing that made me smile every single day without fail. You enchant me, Y/N,  and I went and screwed everything up. Will you forgive me?”

You scoffed, your arms only crossing tighter in front of your chest, “Don’t give me this ‘I love you most ardently’-esque crap. You cheated on me, Ronaldo. I have proof!”

“And I regret it every day! Y/N, you don’t understand how much I’ve beat myself up over this. I love you! You make me happy!”

“Ronaldo, if I really made you happy, frankly, we would not be in this situation right now,” you said, pursing your lips. You shrugged, “I am sorry, but I can’t forgive you.”

With that, a grey sedan drove to the end of the alleyway behind you. You checked the description on your phone–it was your ride.

“That’s me,” you said. The amount of water vapor in front of Ronaldo’s mouth only increased as he grew angrier and more confused. His mind was running, trying to find some solution to have you back, or to get you to at least forgive him, but he could not find one.

“Can you at least call me Cristiano?” he finally called out as you started to walk away.

You turned around. After a moment, you nodded, and made eye contact with him once more, “Alright, Cristiano. As I said earlier, I hope you have a good life.”

[wavypotatochips]

Hey, I have a request for a Cristiano Ronaldo imagine / one shot.

Could you write one about y/n always supporting Cristiano and always being at his matches and everyone knows they’re best friends but they’re actually dating and just haven’t told anyone yet but there are rumors that they are and Cristiano reveals that y/n and him are dating in an interview when he gets asked about the rumors. I hope you can do that, I’d really appreciate it.

Ly Caya

More Than Just A Friend | Cristiano Ronaldo

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

Word Count : 995

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As the vibrant stadium lights illuminate the field, you find yourself amidst a sea of cheering fans, eagerly awaiting the start of yet another exhilarating match. You are here, faithfully supporting Cristiano Ronaldo, your boyfriend, in every game. The public eye perceives you both as best friends, unaware of the deep romantic connection you share. Together, you have decided to keep your relationship a secret until Cristiano feels the time is right to disclose it, considering his status as an iconic figure in the world of football.

Clad in Cristiano's team colors, you stand near the front row of the stadium, surrounded by a sea of passionate supporters. Your heart swells with pride and anticipation, the electric atmosphere heightening your senses. As the players take their positions on the field, a wave of excitement ripples through the crowd, reaching its crescendo as Cristiano's name echoes through the stands.

You catch a glimpse of Cristiano as he walks onto the pitch, his face a mask of focus and determination. The roar of the crowd intensifies, their chants reverberating in your ears. With each passing second, your heart beats faster, mirroring the pulse of the game about to unfold.

Cristiano's team plays with unmatched skill and unwavering determination, their every move a testament to their years of practice and teamwork. Your eyes remain fixed on Cristiano as he weaves through defenders, his agility and speed leaving everyone in awe. The stadium erupts in a symphony of cheers as he scores a breathtaking goal, sending the ball soaring into the net.

"Go, Cristiano!" you shout at the top of your lungs, your voice blending with the chorus of supporters around you. The elation on Cristiano's face is unmistakable, even from afar. It's moments like these that make all the hard work and sacrifices worth it.

As the game progresses, the whispers of rumors grow louder, finding their way into the ears of observant reporters. Some keen individuals have started to notice the way Cristiano steals glances at you during matches, or the subtle gestures of affection you exchange when no one is watching. Speculations begin to circulate about the true nature of your relationship. However, the truth remains hidden, concealed behind the facade of friendship, guarded by your shared decision to protect the privacy of your love.

After the game, amidst a frenzy of media and jubilant fans, you make your way to the player's lounge. Cristiano, his face still flushed with the exhilaration of the match, pulls you into a tight embrace.

"You played incredibly today, love," you whisper, hugging him tightly. He smiles warmly at you, his eyes brimming with affection.

In a fleeting moment, Cristiano leans in and presses a tender kiss against your lips. The intimate gesture fills your heart with reassurance. "Thank you, my love," Cristiano murmurs, his voice laced with affection. His gaze holds a hint of determination, signaling that he believes the time has come for a change.

Before either of you can utter a word, the sound of hurried footsteps and the clamor of reporters fill the air as they make their way towards the lounge's entrance. You exchange a quick nod, sealing an unspoken understanding, and kiss Cristiano's lips once more before swiftly slipping out of the lounge through the back door. Positioned discreetly, you find a hidden vantage point, peeking through a narrow crack to witness the pivotal moment that is about to unfold.

A sudden hush falls over the room as the journalists enter, sensing the significance of the impending revelation. Cristiano's eyes seek you out, locking with yours, and in that moment, you share an unbreakable bond of unity and love. He takes a deep breath, ready to reveal the truth to the world.

During the post-match interview, various journalists bombard Cristiano with questions about the game, his training regimen, and the secrets to his phenomenal success. Then, as anticipated, a daring journalist raises the inevitable question, his tone brimming with curiosity, "Cristiano, there have been persistent rumors about a romantic relationship between you and y/n. Can you shed some light on that?"

Cristiano's eyes twinkle as he glances at you for a split second, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Your heart races, pounding so fast you fear it might burst through your chest. In this moment, you cannot help but feel an overwhelming surge of happiness, knowing that you will no longer have to suppress your feelings in public. The weight of secrecy is about to be lifted, replaced by a sense of liberation and joy.

"Yes," Cristiano declares, his voice firm and resolute, capturing the attention of the room. "The rumors are true. Y/N and I are dating. We have been together for a year and a half. She is my pillar of strength, my confidante, and my greatest support. Our bond transcends friendship, and I couldn't be happier to share this news with the world."

The room erupts into a symphony of gasps, applause, and a flurry of camera flashes. The truth is out, released into the world like a bird taking flight. The love you and Cristiano share is no longer confined to the shadows; it now stands proudly in the spotlight. From this moment forward, you will face the world together, hand in hand, unafraid of the scrutiny and ready to embrace the adventure that awaits.

[luvneymar]

# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

[sweetchildcloud]

This are my crushes and what...does it say about me?

[findingnemosworld]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 - 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬!!!

Y/N L/N had made her triumphant return to the film industry after a year and a half hiatus to look after her twins Mateo and Luna as well as support her husband’s new chapter in Saudi Arabia as Al-Nassr’s brand new football player, tonight however was all about her role in the new film Beyond The Pines a children's fantasy film.

The family of four were in attendance and had walked the red carpet with bright smiles, once they were lead to the theatre; they sat down for the entire film and once the credits rolled, everyone stood up to applaud her for her performance, Cristiano was the first to speak by saying, " We’re so proud of you amor "

Y/N gratefully accepted the praise before embracing both of her children who cooed at clapped for their mother. Afterwards, they declined the offer of attending the after party in favor of heading home and resting after an exhausting day.

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Once she checked up on the twins, she returns to the bedroom right around the time Cris had stepped out from the en-suite bathroom after a quick shower, she sits in front of her vanity mirror and grabs the jasmine scented body lotion, she pours a generous amount to rub it across her limbs while Cris stood and watched her with a soft smile, and it wasn’t until she finished that she looked up to notice him, " What? " she giggled.

Instead of responding, he walks up to her then leans down to press open mouthed kisses to her shoulder. " You’re so perfect "

She smiles, " I think that’s only you amor "

He doesn't respond, instead hoisting her up in his arms which elicited a soft giggle from her, " Cris, the kids are sleeping "

" Guess that means you'll have to be quiet " He shrugs then chuckles before he places her down near the edge of the bed, his hands roam over her body before grabbing the ends of her nightgown to remove it, " Perfect " he murmurs just as he dips his head down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss that she happily reciprocated with a soft moan that escaped her lips into his.

Her hands roam down, gently removing the towel off of his body. He then pushes her onto the bed, wrapping one arm around her waist while his hand rests over her neck while they exchanged the sweetest most passionate kiss, his lips then trail down to her neck to press open mouthed kisses across her neck then alternate between nibbling and kissing the skin which elicited soft sounds from her trembling lips. " Oh " she sighs. " Just like that! "

He trails his hand from her waist down to her thighs, " Spread your legs amor " he whispers, and she happily complies before gasping when his digits teased her slick walls. " You're so wet for me "

She whines in response " Please Cris "

" Patience amor " He tuts, spending the next few minutes teasing her walls with his digits, inciting the softest sounds from her which in turn made him groan. " You sound so sweet amor, keep making those sounds "

Her back arches off of the bed just as she reached her high, " Oh my god, just like that " she sighs.

His digits were soon replaced by the length of his cock, he thrusts inside of her without so much of a warning. " Cris " She whimpers, wrapping her arms around his shoulder to press her lips on top of his.

" I know amor " He murmurs, pecking her lips while he continued to thrust in and out at a leisure pace he soon picked up. " You're so good to me, so perfect "

His praise helped spur the sensations she felt, " Oh " she whines, " It's so good ... just like that "

" Are you close amor? " He cooed in her ear, " You're going to cum for me "

" Yes " She moans, arching her back off of the bed until she reached her high. " Oh my god "

" So good " He grunts, his eyelids tightly shut as he chased his own high before he collapsed on top of her, pressing soft kisses on her chest, " You did so good amor " he pulls back, then heads to the bathroom to grab two wet cloths, he then returned and cleaned the two of them up before discarding the cloths, he then pulled her into his embrace, " I love you amor "

" I love you too " She smiles.

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After all this time?; Cristiano Ronaldo

Two years had passed since you last saw your best friend. He had left Portugal for Spain to expand his football career and join a team. You yourself recommended it to him after watching him play throughout his life trying so hard to go far, because you also trusted what he could do. You also recommended it to him, because you hadn't thought about all the time you weren't going to see him. You lied when you told him not to think so important and that you didn't miss him madly.

Cristiano and you have known each other for more than ten years and throughout your life you have been asked many times if you were a couple, you always denied it with a certain disgust, as if it was crazy, but deep down you knew that you would not dislike the idea of dating the attractive soccer player you had as a friend. Clearly you never confessed it to him because it could go very wrong and ruin your relationship, so in that time when Cris wasn't around, you tried to meet new people to distract your head, and, why not, find a part-time lover.

When you entered university you met a boy named Lionel who sat next to you. The both chatted a couple of times from the moment he went to class wearing a T-shirt from your favorite band "The Strokes" If there was something you liked in boys it was that they have good musical tastes, and this was the case with this boy. A few days ago the teacher had given the instructions for a work in pairs and you had no better idea than to do it together. Leo would go to your house that afternoon to meet, what you didn't know is that someone else had also planned to go to your house that afternoon, but as a surprise.

Half past three in the afternoon and the doorbell rang at your house. You finished accommodating the books and went to open the door. By the time you could see what was behind it, you had to hold on to the frame "Have you missed me darling?" There he was, your best friend was back. "CRISTIANO" You said as you detached yourself from the door to jump into his arms. You didn't remember hugging him so tight ever, you really missed him. "What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Spain? "Well I missed my family and I also wanted to tell you that-" "Wait, let's go home because it looks like it's going to rain and I don't want you to catch a cold"

When the both entered you noticed that he had a confused face "Did something happen?" You asked curiously "Why is everything so arranged and why is there a snack for two prepared? Were you expecting someone else?" "Actually-" You were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell "Yes, I invited a friend to do some university work at home, I hope you don't mind" You told him as you reached the front door, which you opened with a huge smile,naccording to Cristiano, who had changed his expression from confused to furious.

"I brought yerba to drink mate, it's a very common drink in Argentina and I think you'll like it" "Awww leo thanks, now let's go inside because it's cold and raining" As soon as you closed the door you noticed the tension that existed among your guests, but you decided to ignore her "Well, let me introduce you, Cris this is Leo, a friend from uni and Leo this is Cris, a childhood friend" "BEST friend, you mean" the Portuguese plaintiff corrected. Both, Leo and you, looked at each other being complicit in a clear scene of jealousy "Well, let's get to work"

This is how the afternoon passed, Leo and you did what you had to do. You laughed and drank mate with biscuits while Cristiano watched the scene from affair, although they offered him several times to join the conversation, he just shook his head.

"Well, thanks for coming leo, I had a lot of fun, see you on Monday!" "I'm saying the same y/n, greetings to you and your friend!" Your coworker said as he walked out the door.

"May I know why you laughed so much with him?" The Portuguese blurted out "Because at least he spoke, not like others who sit with an ass face judging with their eyes, oh and I didn't like that little scene you did at the beginning Cristiano, nothing at all" "And how do you want me to react if MY best friend just replaces me as if nothing?" "SORRY? AS IF NOTHING? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DIDN'T WRITE TO ME FOR TWO YEARS CRISTIANO, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU AND HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME TO SEE THAT YOU NEVER REMEMBERED ME" You were furious. Like nothing? He didn't know how much you missed him? "DO YOU THINK I HAD TIME TO WRITE YOU? I COULDN'T EVEN WRITE TO MY PARENTS" They were both silent "I missed you a lot too, more than you can imagine, I missed your hugs, your face, your voice, seeing your eyes, god I missed you so much y/n, and when I saw that another person arrived I was afraid, I was afraid because I thought I had lost my chance" "Your chance for what?" "From this" And before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist, attracting you to him and the both melted into a passionate kiss. You separated due to lack of air and once ecovered it, you kissed again. It was as if the both could finally demonstrate that desire that they had.

They separated and looked into each other's eyes, and the only thing they could say was "I love you".

[lottiesticklishpickle]

My Girl

The bell rang to signal the young students of the end of the day. Y/n dashed to the closet in her teachers classroom and was the first to grab her backpack. She then ran to the bathroom to change after slipping the bag onto her shoulders. The young girl found an empty stall, and began to undress. She peeled off her baggy jeans before slipping on a pair of loose shorts, and slipped off her long pink top, spangled with flowers, and replaced it with a t-shirt. She walked out of the stall and ran outside, her bag now bouncing against her skin. Once on the large field outside of her school, she tossed her bag on the bench and began to take off her school shoes. As she took them off to put her boots on, a familiar figure preformed tricks across from her. Upon seeing her, he looked up and waved with a genial smile.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed while she pulled up her socks, “Hold on, I’m coming!” Y/n replied. Y/n and her best friend, Cristiano, had often played football together after school, and almost all day during the summer. The two had been friends for six years, and had met when they were four. Y/n’s parents had planned to hang out with his parents, which required the two children to play together. They’re parents forced them out of the house, for they wanted time to themselves for a few hours, and the children stood aimlessly in front of the house until Y/n took the initiative and said: “Do you like football?” Cristiano looked at her and nodded without saying anything. “I have a football in the backyard, we should play.” Again, Cristiano nodded, but this time, he said “okay.”

They picked up the ball from the backyard and strolled to the playground. It was early in the morning, and the dew felt strange against their socks, so they took off their shoes and played barefoot. The game started out with two-touch, then transitioned into a talent show that went on for a few hours. Eventually, Y/n’s little sister had to come back to grab them, for there parents were concerned about there location. After that day, they had remained friends for years.

Once she had finished putting her boots on, Y/n jogged onto the muddy field and placed her hands on Cristiano’s shoulders before jumping to the side of him. He was dribbling the ball between his feet, and when Y/n had noticed, she placed her leg in between his and dragged the ball away from him with the tip off her foot. Cristiano turned around and plastered a blank and wide-eyed stare into his face, which prompted Y/n to laugh uncontrollably. The sound and sight pleased her friend, causing him to smile too, before catching her off guard and steeling the ball from her.

He made exaggerated sound effects as he dribbled past her with a large grin. As he neared the goal, he began to narrate his actions, all Y/n could do was watch and laugh, for she knew he was too far away now. “Ronaldo, Ronaldo, Ronaldo…” he repeated as he ran towards the net, increasing his volume as he edges nearer. Once he was about ten meters away, he had swung his leg back and kicked the ball. Upon scoring, Cristiano spread his arms out and began to run around the field whilst imaging the sound of a crowd screaming his name. A wife smile was plastered onto his face as he slid onto the green grass before pointing at Y/n and winking. She began to laugh and jogged towards him, grabbing his hand and slapping it. After this, the pair continued to play, then eventually began to practice drills. After some more hours of playing, they walked to the bench that Y/n had put her shoes on and sat down. She unzipped her bag and pulled out two bananas and handed one to her friend.

They sat there for a few minutes, for they were out of breath, and eating was already quite difficult after the workout. Cristiano paused, and looked to his friend, and found his stomach churning. He examined her messy hair, and her clothes dirty from tackling. Her nostrils slightly flared as she tried to control her breathing. Y/n was too focused on the banana to notice Cristiano staring at her, and it was only when she finished did she see him. She turned her head and raised her eyebrows, only to be met with a warm smile and squinted eyes. Confused, she let out a laugh and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Cristiano responded, “I’m just looking at you.” Y/n was taken aback by this, but shrugged her shoulders and said “alright.” She then began to pull off her boots to put on her shoes, yet Cristiano kept staring at her.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” He blurted “Oh, I’m so sorry-”

“No it’s alright” Y/n said, watching as her friend grew flustered. She placed her lips against his, very softly, and placed a small peck upon his mouth before pulling away with a smile. Cristiano felt his cheeks warm up, and his eyes widened. “Oh.” He said as a grin began to grow on his face. The expression was quite hilarious in Y/n’s opinion, which prompted her to burst out in laughter. “What?!” Cristiano asked with a worried face and furrowed eyebrows.

“Nothing, you just seem so shocked,” Y/n giggled. “I’m sorry, you just looked so pretty, and I didn’t know why I asked that.” Cristiano confessed.

“Cristiano, I said it was fine.” She assured with a nod,

Again, he furrowed his eyebrows and asked “Are you sure?” Y/n simply nodded before bursting out in laughter again, then wrapping her arms around him. The feeling was warm, Cristiano placed his arms around her back and began to laugh along with his friend. After that day, the two never really mentioned it again. While the young boy’s friends would often tease him for his relationship with Y/n, he never thought of her as more than his best friend, and the feeling was mutual.

As they grew up together, his talent had greatly improved, and eventually led him to become a professional athlete. Y/n took note of how his appearance changed, his once messy long hair, now very sharp and “profesional.” He had also invested in braces, and veneers, causing his teeth to shine. She was proud of her friend, and admired how far he had gone, but there was still a feeling of yearning in the pit of her stomach.

Okay, so I’ll do a part 2 of this, where I’ll have more dialogue and get all angsty, lmk if you have advice or criticism

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request:

Comeback Kid

(alejandro garnacho x femalephysiostudent!reader)

a/n: i tried my best to stick to the request and added a few surprises in it too

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Manchester

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garnacho7 mi amor ❤️

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credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: thank you for reading this far !! If you have any one-shot scenarios send them to me!! I would love to try and recreate them for you ◡̈

tag: @karolantunes

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If you aren't reading This Single Dad Coffeshop AU Fic by @awesome-cookies-and-cream ,what are you doing bc it's my favorite

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Would you please write an imagine were ronaldo is super clingy and it’s just pure fluff? Thank you!! 🫶

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Cristiano are relaxing in each other's arms and he lavishes you with attention.

Word Count : 474

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Cristiano are having a movie night together. You are snuggled up on the couch, and he has his arm wrapped around you tightly. As the movie starts, he leans his head on your shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.

"Mmmm, I love being close to you like this," Cristiano murmurs. Cristiano's futbol career does not always allow him to be by your side as much as he would like. But, thankfully, he was able to take a day off and all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. "I love it too, babe. You're so warm and cozy."

Cristiano lets out a small laugh and nuzzles even closer to you. "I'm glad you think so. I just can't help myself. I need to be close to you all the time." Despite the fact that sports media portrays him as a gruff, strict character, he is truly compassionate behind closed doors. And you can't help but love how he exclusively acts this way towards you.

You can feel his breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. "You're so clingy, but I find it adorable," you tease.

Cristiano pouts playfully. "Hey, I'm not clingy. I just love you so much that I want to be near you all the time."

"I know, and I love that about you," you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Cristiano grins and snuggles in even closer. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

You both settle back into the movie, but Cristiano's hand starts to wander across your lap. "Hey, none of that," you say, trying to stifle a laugh.

Cristiano chuckles and pulls his hand back. "Sorry, sorry. I'll behave." His smile never leaves his face as he leans back a bit to look at you, his eyes sparkling. "You know…. Y/N.. You're the best. The most amazing, beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met."

You feel a warm flush spread across your cheeks, and you can't help but grin. "Thank you, baby. You aren't so bad yourself," you wink down at him in a playful manner.

Cristiano chuckles, “I mean it. I feel so lucky to be with you. You make everything better."

You lean in to kiss him, feeling your heart swell with affection. "You make everything better too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Cristiano's eyes soften, and he pulls you in for another long, slow kiss. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm never going to leave you."

You snuggle in even closer, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you. As the movie plays on, you both continue to steal kisses and whisper sweet nothings to each other, lost in your own little world of affection and adoration.

[ilovemilfsthings]

could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous and tries to talk to uou ?? idk a lot of angst basically.

IMAGINE ; cristiano ronaldo x fem! oc

plot: you met your ex boyfriend, but it’s not a nice meeting.

trigger warning: cheating, swearing, a lot of angst.

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IT WASN’T your first time, when you got cheated on. but this time it was completely different, than in previous relationships. after found out that the most important person in your life, found peace in the arms of his former love. you felt like half of your heart just died, this feeling is like a crumpled a piece of paper that someone has thrown in the trash. the feeling was even worse, when your partner knows about yours past and how badly insecure you were.

cristiano was your first real love, your best friend and soulmate. well, you thought like that for two years when you were the happiest person in the world. when you met him first time, you could tell that was love by first sight. of course, he was handsome, but especially he was very sweet, caring and family person. even if there was a slight age difference between you two, it didn’t bother you. you just knew that you wanted to start family with him ─ in fact you had a family with him because you treated cristiano jr. like your own son. ─ anyway, you thought you finally found a perfect partner, after that hell you went through. but life was never fair, and you knew it very good.

cristiano stared acting really weird and different. he wasn’t at home in time, he started to ignored your calls or messages etc. you felt like he didn’t treat you as his girlfriend, but only a roommate or even nanny for his son. you started to overthink your relationship with ronaldo, knew that he wasn’t has feelings for you anymore. as we know, overthinking is a bitch, but it always right, this time wasn’t different.

you were done and tired of your relationship and how it meant nothing for cristiano anymore. you conjectured that he had betrayed you all this time, but you need to see the proof. so without thinking, you grabbed cristano phone, when he was in the shower. you froze, when you find sweet messages he texted to georgina, his ex-girlfriend.

when you two stared dating, you was afraid he still had feelings for georgina. but every time you asked him about it, he guaranteed you that he hadn’t cared about her at all. and every time you were so naive and believed him without a word.

you remember how you burst into tears, not believed it happened to you again, like a never ending story. “why i am never enough” you asked yourself always when situations like that happens. the fight was blurred in your mind, you remember how he begged you to not leaving home, how he swore it wasn’t like this etc.

“y/n it wasn’t like this, you must misunderstand something. i swear i don’t cheat on you” he tried to stop you, as you goes to packed all of your things. “cristano maybe i was naive, but i am not stupid and i know what i see” you didn’t even looked at him, everything you wanted right now is exited this house and never see him again. he was dead to you.

six months have passed since then and you can say that now everything was fine. you stopped thinking about cristiano and stared to live your life. you even agreed to go to the party today, with your best friend. he comforted you after the whole situation, and he knew that you need to relax with him and glass of wine.

you wore black mini dress and basic black heels, you finally started to be confident, because you wanted to leave your past behind and wanted to be a person, that you wanted to be before your relationships’ story.

club, that martin chooses was a pretty big place with vip section, but you focused only on a bar and dancing floor and martin focused on pretty boys, hoping that he wouldn’t be a single anymore. you were a little bit tipsy, because of martin who bought you a lot of colourful drinks.

“isn’t it your ex?” he asked, pointing out the person that you didn’t want to see that night. cristiano was wearing a basic black shirt and black pants, but you can tell that he was looking fine. you locked eyes with him but quickly broke it.

you tried to focused on martin, but then you feel someone’s hand on your arm, you turn around to face your ex-boyfriend, raised brows.

“what do you want for me?” you asked him, after standing in silence for few seconds.

“can we talk?” he sighed. “face to face” he added, glanced martin. and you just looked at him pityingly.

“cristiano we don’t have anything to talk about” you were calmed, because you were sure, that you don’t had feelings for this man. you have forgiven him a long time ago, but you don’t let him warped you around his little finger.

“because what? because now you are busy with your new pathetic boyfriend?” when he said this, you can’t believe it and grabbed his arm, walked away from bar.

“what the fuck, cristiano? you can’t just shout at me in front of my friend!” you were angry at him, that he acted so childish in your eyes. “i thought i told you six months ago, that i don’t wanna see you in my life anymore”

”i know i fucked up y/n, but i can’t live without you” he tried to hold your hand, but you quickly push him back. “did you really choose that guy and not me?” you laughed at him, this man can’t be serious right now.

“he’s my best friend, but you don’t need to know it. you really forget what do you done to me?” you asked rhetorically. “can’t you see, you are dead to me, you don’t existed in my mind anymore”

“i did it because i wanted you to be jealous, it wasn’t anything serious” he said, sounds incredibly stupid.

“jealous? you must be kidding me” you shake your head, being proud of yourself that this man means nothing to you. “we are done, leave me alone and have a nice night” you said and walked away for him.

yes, he was definitely dead to you.

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sorry for any mistakes

[amoosarte]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝜗𝜚 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

━━━ in which joao is obsessed, he's crazy over the kind sweet girl everyone likes, even boys, that's what drives him crazy, so when they get together he does everything in his power to make those boys to stop but oh was he wrong.

Joao would admit he was obsessed with her, he wanted her. If you were to stare at him the whole day you would just see him looking at her.

Dahlia, a girl that was on everyone's good side, a girl who was sweet and gladly gave you help. He was lovesick for her, only wanting her to touch him, love him, only him.

Over the time he talked to her, he was smooth with it, acting like a kind boy just to draw her in, and she was falling for it, slowly and slowly.

He felt bad but he loved every ounce of attention she gave him, and he would do anything to keep it. He lured her out to the point she was comfortable to speak about her relationship with him.

"oh joao, I just don't know what to do!" Dahlia sobbed into his arms, making him stroke her hair smoothly. "Dahlia you should just break up with him, he's obviously doesn't treat you right." He pointed out.

"You're right, I should huh..but I love him too much." She sniffled, pulling away from his comforting arms. "I'll see you later j." She smiled at him, walking away from the cheerful boy.

It was scary how his bright smile turn into a frown that showed a lot of emotions. He had many things to do..

Joao waited and waited, he wanted to see the scene unravel itself. He smiled because he knew what was going to happen. A boy breaking the heart of his love, just for her to end up back into his arms.

"He broke up with me.." Dahlia wiped the tears off his cheeks, making him wiped them off for her when new ones came. "What did I told you?" Joao said.

"You were right, he didn't treat me right." She looked up to him, making him smile. He smiled so purely like he wasn't the cause of their break up.

He made sure of it.

It all went back to normal, her paying attention to him. That's what got him in this situation, him staring at her from afar talking to a guy, a guy he knew. He sighed knowing what he had to do. get rid of him of course.

"you should stay away from joao.." He said grabbing her hand, it making her uncomfortable. "why?" She said, making him scoff. "are you that dumb? everyone knows he's obsessed over you, likes to have you near him at all coast." He rolled his eyes.

It made her blush, it was a new feeling? she saw him get up and look at something, making him stiff up. "We will talk later.." He left her alone and walked away, making her look over and see a pair of familiar eyes.

"Man, I told you didn't I?" Joao looked sickly at he guy, making him flinch. "Man, fuck off, she isn't something you can control!" He stood up to him, that was the wrong move since it ended with a knife in his stomach.

"That's up to me to decide." Joao was quick to cover his mouth, stabbing him skillfully, trying to get rid of him.

"Joao?" A sweet voice called out to him, making his eyes widen. "Dahlia, hey.." It was a mistake talking out, because her honey eyes recognized him. It all clicked in her head, all of they guys she interacts once, were gone because of him.

She was hesitant but walked away quickly, she didn't want to interact with him yet. "Dahlia wait, look i-" Joao was quick to throw out excuses, but it was rather too late, her eyes saw everything. "Joao not right now.."

Dahlia pushed him away slightly, it was something small to tumble down his whole world. The girl he loved to a sick point walked away from him, but he wasn't going to let her got that easy.

Dahlia knew he was coming to find her, she knew everything, because she, herself was just like him. She planned the whole thing out, she was just trying to lure him out.

A knock was heard at her front door, she quickly but slowly went downstairs, looking through the peephole. Only to see a worry and anxious boy on the other side. She put her mask on, getting ready for her part.

"Joao.." She said, her voice becoming trembling, tiny maybe. "Dahlia, can we talk?" He said looking at her, she was hesitant, he knew but he knew she would let him in.

"joao what's wrong?" She patted his back, making the boy melt in her embrace. "I don't feel alright..Can I stay here?" He muttered, inhaling her perfume like it was a drug. "yes you are free to stay.." She kissed his cheek.

"Go freshen up in the restroom upstairs, i'll make you dinner?mmh?" Dahlia looked at him, making him smiled. So he did what he was told, after a solid 20 minutes, he was done.

He tumbled around the upstairs space, finding her room. Joao couldn't help but look inside, he wasn't expecting this.

Photos of him plastered above her desk, him way before he meet her, him with his family, everything. "Oh Joao.." Her sweet voice sent a chill up him.

Looking behind to see her looking at him. "You didn't think you were the only one that could do the stalking, right?"

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧 - 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨.

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

If there's one thing Y/N disliked with passion, it was interviews, any kind of interviews.

Being hailed as one of the top ballerinas was an honor, she never took it for granted and always strived to better herself with every show she performed in - the world loved her and she loved to give back through the art of performing, and it was because that, she had met the love of her life ... Cristiano Ronaldo, the Portuguese star of Real Madrid.

It's one thing to find love, yet it's an entirely other thing if it was the person you had an affinity for most of your life.

Y/N was a die hard fan of Los Blancos - however, she'd worked so hard to conceal that so as to not appear weird in front of others, all the while she made sure to attend every match, be it for la liga or the champions league.

It never occurred her that the man she adored so much admired her dancing yet according to him, he admired how hardworking she was and how it reminded him of himself, small dinner dates here and there lead to a beautiful relationship forming a year later.

Contrast to the misconception people had of him, Cristiano had been nothing but sweet and attentive for her, and while she too had recieved a substantial amount of hate with some claiming that she's using him for fame and wealth, it seemed to not affect him seeing as he had told her that he knew her, the real her.

Nearing their two year anniversary, Cristiano was invited to be on the cover of GQ magazine and had worked his way into it becoming a joint cover for the two of them, along with an interview which would help. set the record straight in regards to their relationship.

The questions were fairy typical and tame, how do they go about with their routines? why they chose their respective careers? and what do they hope to accomplish in the near future, Y/N was visibly nervous however Cristiano had tried his best to silently reassure her by grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently while he continued to answer questions, and as they neared halfway through their interview, the questions had shifted into another direction.

" Y/N, have you always known the magnitude of Cristiano's fame? and how well known he was as a football player? "

Y/N smiled, then nodded before giggling. " Well, no one is blind to how impactful he's been as a Real Madrid player and a player for his national team? to me, that's one of the many things I admire about him, he's passionate about football, the same way I'm passionate about ballet "

" Did he turn you into a football fan? "

Y/N's face grows warm, " I am actually a football fan way before I met him "

" Really! " Cristiano raised a brow.

" Listen, I've kept this hidden so as to not appear weird but I am obsessed with football, I mean I'm Spanish and I was raised in a football loving household, so it wasn't hard not to fall in love with the sport and what it stands for " Y/N giggles.

" How come you've never told me that? " Cristiano wonders.

" It never came up " Y/N shrugs.

A few more questions later, and another question pops up that definitely embarrassed her.

" Y/N, who's your celebrity crush? "

Y/N hides her face which made Cristiano chuckle, " It's ok, I won't be mad "

" That's the thing " Y/N laughs softly, " My celebrity crush is the man I'm in love with "

Cristiano laughs, " Is that so? "

" Yes, I'm a fan after all " Y/N shrugs with a grin.

Once the interview wrapped up, they return home to rest before stepping out for dinner and that's when Cristiano asked her, " You had a crush on me huh? " he wraps his arms around her from behind.

Y/N smiles, " A big crush, that's why it was hard for me to be outspoken around you "

" Well to be fair " Cristiano chuckles, " I had a big crush on you as well, and here we are "

" I love you " Y/N smiles.

" I love you too " Cristiano kisses her cheek.

[footballf1]

Jealousy - Cristiano Ronaldo

Summary: In which someone in the family is jealous

Type: Fluff

Warning: Grammar mistakes

This was my first request ever. Thank you so much.

Gisella and Cristiano have been married for 5 years. They have a 4 year old daughter named Diana.

Diana is Daddy's girl and a real Madrid fan. If you give her a Barcelona shirt She would immediately push it away.

However their family of 3 soon turn into 4 when Gisella found out that she was expecting a baby boy.

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Dolores slowly opened the hospital door with Diana in her hands. She gasped when she saw Gisella sitting on the bed with a blanket bundle in her arms.

"Is that him?" Dolores asked.

Gisella smiled and nodded.

Diana was looking at her dad, who was standing beside the bed and looking at ger baby brother lovingly, she felt a bit of jealousy rising up inside of her.

"Diana, come meet your baby brother, Xavier." Cristiano said while signaling her to come closer.

Diana shifted at her spot. "I don't want to." She mumbled.

"Why not? Didn't you say you were excited for baby brother?" Dolores asked.

"No I don't want to see him. I hate baby brother." She screamed out loud.

The scream made Xavier's tiny wail fill up the entire hospital room. "Shhh it's ok baby." Gisella hushed softly while rocking him to sleep.

Cristiano made his way to Diana and carried her to his arm. "Mom can you stay with Gisella for a while?" He asked while walking out of the room.

Cristiano set Diana on the metal chair and knelt in front of her. "Diana. Xavier was sleeping and you know you're not supposed to be screaming when there's a sleeping baby." He scolded.

"I don't like baby brother." She said, ignoring his scolding.

"Diana, I'm warning you if this continues once we go back inside, no toys for 2 weeks do you understand?" He reprimanded to which Diana nodded frantically to.

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It's been three months since the birth and the family have never been better than ever.

"Where's Daddy?" Diana asked while not looking up from her drawing.

"She's at training sweetie but he'll be back soon." Gisella responded.

"Mamai, can you colour with me?" She asked.

"Sure sweetie."

Before she could go to her. Xavier started crying from his room. "Oh no." Gisella muttered before running to his nursery.

When she reached the nursery, Xavier was crying hus eyes out and was flailing his arms and legs. She carefully picked him up and pull down her bra strap. He stopped crying when his lips were attached to her nipple.

Diana appeared at the doorway, looking sad. "Mommy you said you were gonna colour with me." She whined.

"I know sweetie, I'll be with you soon after I'm d-" Before she could finish, Diana cut her off.

"My friends were right. You and papai don't love me anymore, only Xavier. I hate baby brother and you, Mamai." She screamed.

"No sweet-" She couldn't finished since Diana left the doorway. The sound of th door slamming was hward throughout the entire house.

Gisella's heart did a tug and tears were starting to form in her eyes. Once Xavier was done, she picked up her phone and called Cristiano. The phone rang twice before someone picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey when are you coming home?" She asked with her voice cracking up.

"What's wrong?" He asked once taking notice of her voice.

She sobbed uncontrollably while explaining what had happened between her and Diana. Cristiano sighed. "I'll be home soon."

For the past 20 minutes, Gisella have been trying to get Diana out of her room and to talk to her but Diana wouldn't budge.

She heard the front door open as she sat on the kitchen island. "Hey." He greeted while kissing her forehead. "Is she still in her room?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah I've been trying to get her out but she wouldn't come out."

He sighed. "I'll try." He said before walking to the door of her bedroom. He knocked on the door. "Diana it's Papai. Can you come out?" He asked but he there was no responses.

He slowly opened the door and peeked his head inside. His heart broke when he saw Diana sitting on the bed with tear tracks staining her face.

He went inside the room and sat beside her. "Hey." He said. He was about to open hus mouth again but Diana hugged him in a tight grip. "What's wrong?" He asked while stroking her hair.

"Diana, that was wrong of you to scream and say that to your mother and Xavier. Mamai is sad now because of what you said." He scolded.

"I thought that you don't love me anymore. I heard all of my friends said that after they have baby siblings, their parents don't love them anymore." She explained with her voice cracking.

"That is not true, Diana. Don't listen to what your friends say because they don't know our family as much as we do. So don't ever think about that, ok." He eplained.

Diana nodded but Cris still sensed her sad mood. He thought of an idea. "Wait here." He said before darting out of the room.

Diana sat on the bed for a while before hearing a pitch voice. "Hello big sister!" The voice shouted.

Diana looked at the doorway and saw her father carrying a sleepy Xavier by his side and was hiding his face with Xavier's tiny body. "I heard someone is sad today and as a good younger brother, I will like to give you a free hug." Cristiano said in a high pitch voice.

He strutted his way towards her. Diana giggled when he put Xavier's chest with hers. "Papai stop." She giggled.

"Papai is not here. It's just your best younger brother in the whole world." He said while attacking her with kisses.

Gisella watched the whole thing from the doorway. Diana saw her and walked towards her. "I'm sorry that I said that to you, Mamai." Diana said.

"It's ok baby." She said while stroking her hair.

"Yay we're all happy again." Cristiano high-pitched voice said.

She laughed at her husband's goofiness. He may look tough on the field but off the field, he is actually a silly person. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep little man?" She asked with that tone she used to discipline Diana.

Cristiano gasped and ran out of the room with the sleeping baby.

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I don't know how to end this and sorry if it's bad.

[jdbellingham]

LIGHT SWITCH

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

requests are open!!

word count: 472 (this is short lol)

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

warnings: cussing, angst

“IM SICK OF us being on and off like a fucking light switch!” She yelled, throwing her hands down. She gazed into Jude’s dark brown eyes which mirrored her own, large glistening pools about to overfill with tears. She could almost make out her own reflection in them, knowing that he could probably make himself out in hers.

“I’m sorry,” Jude replied, his voice quivering. Like a crackling fire, his voice was on the verge of fading into a faint whisper. His fingers clenched tightly into balled fists, fingernails digging crescent shaped wounds into his palm.

He watched as the girl he had loved since 12th year stared at his hands, then subconsciously tucked them behind his back. Flexing them to make sure there was still circulation.

“Jude I don’t want to do this,” She said, this time her voice slower and softer, comparatively gentle to the harsh words she had spoke just a few moments before. “But I have to, because I don’t want you to think that leaving me in front of restaurants and theatres time after time again, alone- is okay. And-”

“Y/n please,” Jude interrupted, his entire being was pleading, he would’ve dropped to his knees if she wanted him to. “I have loved you since i was 17, and I know at times I seem like a complete idiot, and I know for a fact I don’t deserve you. But I love you, Y/n L/n. I love you. And I’ll be damn stupid to let you leave. You are wonderful, and you are astoundingly smart,you are everything any man wants, and could ask for. But most of all, you are you. You are the girl who inspires me to change, you are the girl who I look forward to seeing every second of the day, and you are the person who not only makes people their best selves, you are the person who makes me, me. Y/n please just stay, I’ll make everything up to you, I’ll-”

This time it was Y/n who interrupted Jude, she had-had enough. She couldn’t take anymore before she would cave. One more word of his monologue and she would’ve folded before him and she’d have been the one begging for forgiveness.

“Jude,” Y/n began, and his sweet doe eyes lit up with hope,

“No,”

The light in his eyes vanished and the sound of his breath hitching filled the silence.

“Goodbye, Jude,” She said, the tears which she had held at bay for so long finally slipping down her face, and slowly but quite noticeably the tears multiplied. One tear became another, and suddenly her cheeks were streaked with warm salty drops. She quickly realized, and wiped what she could off, before whipping around and beginning to walk away.

And as much as she hated admitting it, she had hoped Jude would’ve stopped her.

do you guys want pt 2? feel free to send me suggestions!!

note: idk what this trash is, and ik i didn’t put it on the list of upcoming fics but I need to post smth bc my other fic is giving me writers block. anyway yeah don’t expect short stuff like this very often :)

TAKING REQUESTS!!!

[kylianmbappee]

This picture will never not haunt me ...anyways sweet dreams babes