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El Bicho, El Comandante, Mr. Champions, CR7, el único y el inigualable Cristiano Ronaldo el mejor Jugador y atléta de toda la historia del fútbol. Feliz y Bendecido Cumpleaños... Y Gracias por todo lo que le das al Fútbol. 🤍♥️❤️🥳😘🫶🏻🥹🐐🐐

[iluminad00]

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[herrera2k]

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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[herrera2k]

My Girl Part 2

(This story takes place in 2009)

Ten years later, the children were now in their early twenties, While Y/n had moved on from football, and pursued her education, Cristiano had made quite a name for himself. She would see him on the tv at restaurants and in hair salons, and watch intently, observing her friend. He looked amazing, to her, it felt as if he was born to be a professional athlete. He seemed to flourish when on the pitch. His eyes appeared brighter, his skin seemed to glow, and a genial grin was always on his face. Over the ten years, they had remained good friends, yet Y/n could sense a lurking distance growing.

Y/n’s Pov

I sat in a section of the stadium, reserved for spectators of a players choosing. I couldn’t help but feel… odd. I took note of the people around me: A young man with a shiny watch and pure white shoes, a woman with lovely hair and soft, plump lips, and an older man in a suit with a shiny bald head. I looked like a normal spectator, and I knew it. The woman was very nice to me, for she conversed with me, and complemented my gold earrings. I could tell that she was a wife of one of the players on the pitch. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and had a large, silver ring on her finger. It prompted me to think, was this the type of women Cristiano was interested in now? Kind women with the bodies and faces of models? I thought to myself, how am I to compete with such beauty? I knew Cristiano and I were never meant to be more than friends, but with his new fame, would he start showing indifference towards me to go hang out with these amazing girls and his rich teammates with their lavish lifestyles? I attempted to get pull my mind away from the negative thoughts and began to pay attention to the game in front of me. A player numbered #14 was dribbling the ball down the pitch as Cristiano sprinted towards an open spot. It was clear that #14 planned to pass to him, but I don’t think either of them could tell that Cristiano was offside. After receiving the ball with a light touch, Cristiano positioned himself to shoot at the goal, until he was interrupted by the referee. On the large screen in front of us, a diagram was shown of the offside. I could tell Cristiano was disappointed, for he only his left leg was in front of the defender. That’s too bad. I continued to watch the game, with about thirty minutes remaining, Madrid was ahead by two points, the game being 3-1. Cristiano had scored one goal, and I had reason to believe that his club would win, so I pulled out my phone and began to scroll on Facebook.

I observed my family’s posts, before noticing a new message on my timeline. In thin black letters, a message from my auntie: “Feliz aniversário adiantado, meu amor!”

The message was surrounded by an excessive amount of emojis, including hearts, smiley faces, and a birthday cake. I smiled at my screen and began to remember, my birthday was in two days. I didn’t plan on doing much, just dinner with my friends, and maybe going out to dance. I then put my phone away, and continued to intently watch the game.

—The Next Day—

I awoke to the sound of an alarm playing a soft and whimsical tone before grabbing me phone with my left hand and turning it off. It took me a while to adjust to my surroundings, even thought it was literally my room. I rubbed my bare legs together, and took note of the feeling and sensation of the soft blanket on my body. My hands groped the bed as they searched for a pillow to grasp onto. Once finding it, I pulled it towards me before wrapping my legs and arms around the pillow as if it were a large teddy bear. I don’t know how long I laid there, and I don’t know if I fell asleep, but I was brought out of my slumber by the sound of someone entering my home.

I tossed my head back onto the mattress, for I knew the only other person with access to where I lived was Cristiano. It was common for him to bring breakfast on days when he didn’t have training, and we would sometimes platonically cuddle. I heard him sing a song in English as he placed something on the kitchen counter before walking to my room. I saw his figure in the doorway, and was reminded of the difference in his build as a young boy. He had grown so much, and seemed to become more beautiful each day. I shooed those strange thoughts away, and mumbled “Howdy partner.” With a southern accent. He then did this awkward sort of wave, and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be funny or not. He then strolled towards my bed and sat on the corner, the mattress dipping under his weight. I sat up before reaching forward and pulling him down beside me on the bed. He turned to me and widened his eyes, and displayed a distort grin with strange eyebrows. I sort of stared at him for a few seconds, my mouth contorted into a frown, and my brows too were furrowed. After a few seconds of looking at my strange face, Cristiano turned away and burst out into laughter, which prompted me to do the same.

He then paused for a second and laid to the side. A few seconds later, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I swear I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach, I had missed times like this, when we would spend time together. The feeling of his warm and flat chest seemed to be more comforting than even the fluffiest pillow. As I was about to plop my head onto him, he quickly pulled out his phone and took a selfie with his tongue out. I knew I looked bad, my hair and makeup a mess from the night before, and I sat up then began to softly smack Cristiano, softly telling him off in a playful manner for taking n such a bad photo of me. He laughed as my arms swung across him to grab his phone to delete the photo. I even found myself chuckling as we struggled against each other. Everything seemed to be going great, until I had finally grabbed his phone, he didn’t care if I took it, for we both new he had nothing to hide from me, so he lazily laid his head down on the pillow beside me.

Whilst finding the photos app, a notification had appeared with a message from the name “Aliza.” Which read:

“Are we still on for tomorrow night?”

Upon reading it, I felt my heart sink again. It was odd, because we had both had past lovers, and respected each other’s relationships. So why did this silly text hurt so much? I had paused for a few seconds while staring at the phone, which caught his attention. He lurched forward to look at the screen in my hands and shrugged. “Oh, that’s a girl I met a few weeks ago, her name’s Aliza.” He said after pulling the phone out of hand. He then began to type on it, and pulled up a picture of one of the most beautiful girls I had every seen in my life. On his screen, the woman had tan skin, with long and dark curly hair. Her eyes where a deep brown, her eyebrows thick and full just like her soft lips.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He asked me. I knew he didn’t mean it, but it was as if he was running salt and chili in my wounds. My fears had proven to become a reality, he had found his trophy wife.

I then paused, disgusted with myself. “Trophy wife?” I needed to stop being delusional and quit bringing this girl down just because she gets the pleasure of dating my best friend. I was disappointed with my state of mind, and cursed myself for being so selfish. Whilst I continued thinking about my unkind objectification of Aliza, Cristiano continued to boast about how kind and smart she was. “She’s studying at this art school, she paints these paintings, and they’re amazing. I hope one day you could meet her.” He rambled “I wish I introduced you to her sooner, I feel like you two would get along very well.” He then paused, before lighting up his eyes, I don’t think he noticed the silence and slight tension.

“Y/n! She should come to your birthday party tomorrow!” He exclaimed, I looked from the bed, then suddenly to him and raised my eyebrows. “Huh?” I asked, as if I hadn’t heard him the first time. “Remember how I said I planned on throwing you a birthday party? Maybe she could come?” He asked. I looked back down, before plastering a smile onto my face: “That sounds great! I can’t wait to meet her.” “Awesome” he interjected whilst typing on his phone, “I’ll tell her right now.” I noticed that when he was typing, he smiled at him phone. It was a bittersweet feeling, for I knew Cristiano never had the best luck with women, yet he seemed to really like this girl, however, a sense of yearning and regret still sat in the pit of my stomach.

Okay, I’m sorry if this sucked, criticism and advice is appreciated! 🫶

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