#cristiano ronaldo imagines

[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

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sooo Sorry for the long wait!!!! ya girl was going through it but its all good now!! c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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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.

[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.

[graneymar]

Can you  write about Cristiano Ronaldo?

I would if I'd get requests for him :)

[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.

[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.”

[hornyramostan]

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".

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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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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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[wavypotatochips]

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.

[footballf1]

6 years later - Cristiano Ronaldo

Summary: When Cristiano finally meets his first love again after 6 crucial years.

Type: Angst

Note: So this set in 2015, which means in this story Cristiano is playing for Real Madrid. Irina and Cristiano never dated but there is Junior in this story.

Couples: Cristiano x Cássia

Warning: Grammar mistakes, might be a bad angst and no happy ending.

6 years

It has been 6 years since she got her heart broken in half and her difficult decision to leave what was supposed to be the 'love of her life'.

They had everything planned together, but it all shattered in just a span of few minutes. She spent countless days crying over him, longing for his warmth and touch.

Until she finally realizes that some things are meant to be moved on and long forgotten although it is difficult for her to forget everything about Cristiano.

She remembered that painful memory till this day because it will always be engraved in her heart and mind; acting as a terrible scar, that would never heal.

*6 years ago* (2009)

Cássia sat on the couch motionlessly. Her suitcases stood by the doorway as she thought about everything. Was she right for this?

Tears streamed down her eyes as she remembered what happened two weeks ago. She was just cleaning their bedroom when she stumbled upon his phone. A text notification popped up in his phone, which ignited her curiosity.

The message said 'Hey I just finished my appointment and everything went smoothly and there are no problems.'

Her curiosity grew so she opened up the message, luckily she knew his password. But when she opened them, it made her change her whole life. In those chats were text messages between Cristiano and someone named Isabella, but one picture that was sent by Isabella made her heart drop.

It was a sonogram. A baby was seen in the photo. She wanted to know more so she scrolled up to the latest message.

She came across another sonogram picture but this time the baby was much tinier. She looked up at the date and saw it was 2 months ago. This made her look at the conversation between them.

Isabella: Congratulations, it's a boy.

Cristiano: A son. Holy shit I'm gonna have a son. I'm so happy.

Isabella: I know but have you told her about this?

Cristiano: No

Cristiano: I haven't

Cristiano: It's just that I don't know how to tell her about all of this right now, we are in the process of moving together to Madrid and she's having a hard time because her mother is sick.

Isabella: Look I know you care about her but she needs to know one way or another.

Cristiano: I will tell her but I need to find the right time.

She remembered those messages very clearly. The messages that made her break down crying. However she stopped crying when she heard Cristiano asking her if he knew where he kept his phone.

For two weeks, she acted neutrally around him. Usually you would give him kisses and I love you whenever he had to go somewhere but now she just gave him short and meaningless greetings like 'bye' and 'ok'. To which he doesn't notice.

'How could he?' She thought. That's the right question, how could he do this to her when she gave up everything for him.

Her and Cristiano were childhood sweethearts. Friends ever since they were 10 year olds. Started dating at 16. Cássia left Portugal with Cristiano at 18 when he signed into Manchester United. Leaving her family behind and the country she loves with all her heart.

She left everything she loves, just to be with him, but today, she learned that sacrificing something you love can have serious consequences.

She heard the door open, indicating that he was home. "I'm here." He called out. "I got some-." There was a pause. He must've seen the suitcases by the doorway. "Cássia why are all of your suitcases here, we are leaving in two weeks?" He asked.

He appeared in the living room, where he saw her just staring into space. "Cás, what's wrong?" He asked while going to her.

"Was my love enough for you?" She asked.

He stopped in his tracks. "What?" He asked confused.

"Do you even love me anymore?" She asked again. Tears started to form in her eyes.

This caught him off guard. "Of course I love you, Querida. Wha-what makes you say that?" He rambled.

"Then why?" She asked.

"Why what? What did I do, Querida? Tell me what I did?" He questioned. He was confused about why she was acting like this.

"I don't know Cris." She started. "Does Isabella ring any bells?" She sarcastically asked.

Cris froze in his spot. His mouth dried up as she mentioned the name. "What are you talking about?" He lied.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't lie Cristiano, I know you're lying when I see it." She pointed out venomously.

Cristiano opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to say anything. He tried to form any sentence that is in his mind but couldn't because everything happened so fast for him and didn't give him time to react.

He had no other choice but to stop himself from speaking and just looked down instead of her eyes. "I was drunk." He mumbled.

She scoffed. "Alcohol. You know what? why don't you find other reasons to blame your mistakes?" She hissed before getting up from the couch.

Cristiano reacted quickly and started trailing behind her. "Cás, I'm sorry please don't leave me. Give me another chance." He pleaded.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "I did everything for you. Everything." She wailed with tears streaming down her face.

He could feel his heart cracking like a broken glass when he saw her crying. "Cássia." He approached slowly.

"No. Don't even come fucking near me." She retaliated. She wiped her tears aggressively. "We had everything planned, Cristiano. You always said that you want to marry me and have kids with me and you just had to ruin it all don't you?" She ranted. Her voice cracked after every word.

"Did you change your mind?" She whimpered out.

Cristiano stayed silent. She was right. Nothing and no one should be blamed for his mistake. He needs to own up to it.

"Cássia, I want all of those with you and just you." He reasoned with tears streaming down his face.

"Really? Because what you did with Isabella already tells me that it was all a lie." She pointed out.

"Querida, please. I love you." He pleaded.

That was it. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "If you love me that much then you would've appreciated the sacrifice I did so I could stay with you. I left my family and left my country, which I considered my home, just to be with you. But it doesn't matter is it because everything that I have done for you is never good enough." She paused to wipe away her tears and sniffed out a sob.

"I hate you. I hate you so much and I wish I never even met you." She raised her voice. She said it with so much hate, anger and venom. Pain and hurt slashed across his face. She's not gonna lie that she felt bad for him but at the same time Cristiano Ronaldo deserved every hatred word she said.

A car honk was heard right outside the house. It was the taxi that she called earlier to take her to the airport so she could finally go back home where the people, who showed her love since day one, is.

She closed her eyes, knowing that this was the moment she would walk out on him. "I wish you well with your career in Real Madrid and your son, Cristiano." She said that before getting her suitcases and walked out.

Cristiano stayed in the exact same position in disbelief. It took every ounce of him to not chase after her. He didn't deserve her and there's no way of getting her back.

*Present Day*

After the breakup, she went back home to Madeira, her home. However, she found out that her mother's sickness is bad. Her mother is suffering from cancer. Her and her sisters did everything they can to nurse her back to health while she also found a job as saleswoman for a clothing company.

A year later, her mother unfortunately lost the battle to cancer. Leaving her and her sisters devastated, but she always remembered what her mother said. "You only get to live one life, use this as a chance to live a happy life." Which is what she tried to do.

She buried herself into work to forget about him. However that all changed in 2014, when she was suddenly transferred to another branch in Madrid.

She would've rejected it but they offered her a raise and increase in salary, to which she couldn't reject. So she moved away from Madeira again.

A sudden collision at her leg made her snap out of her trance. She looked down and saw a little boy on the floor looking lost and scared. She knelt down and helped him up. "Are you ok?" She asked.

The little boy nodded. It was strange for her because the little boy seemed awfully familiar to someone. "Where are your parents?" She asked while looking around at the crowded people in the mall.

"I don't know. Me and my pai were walking around until I saw a toy store. When I got out, I didn't know where he went." He whimpered.

"Ok we'll find him alright." She soothed to which he nodded. "What's your name?" She asked.

Before he could answer, someone was shouting behind her. "Cristianinho!!!! FILHO!"

She froze as she heard that familiar voice. The little boy looked behind her and ran in an instant. "Pai!" He squealed.

Her eyes followed the little boy hugging his father. Her heart constricted in her chest as her breath hitched when she saw who the father is.

She saw that familiar tan skin and styled black hair hugging the little boy. "I thought I lost you, don't you dare do that to me again ok. I can't see you being all alone." He said while still hugging him.

The little boy pulled away. "I'm fine Pai and I wasn't alone." He reassured. He pointed at her. "She tried to help me find you." He said.

The man looked on where his son was pointing at. His whole body went into a shock mode. His eyes widen at the sight of her in front of him. He felt his heart fluttered for the first time in 6 years.

"Cássia." He managed to let out.

She stayed still like a statue as all of the painful memories he caused came flooding back. She tried to open her mouth but no words could come out. Cássia finally realizes that the little boy was his son.

Meanwhile Junior was looking at the two adults staring deeply at each other. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Junior tugged on his father's jacket since it was starting to get more tense. "Pai can we go now?" He asked comfortably.

Cristiano snapped out of his trance and looked at him. "Yes filho just wait." He looked back at her again. He was about to say something but she beat him to it.

"Sorry but I have to go." She said before walking away from the father and son.

Cristiano watched her leave him again. "Pai." Junior called out.

He looked at his son again. "Yes." He replied.

"Who was that?" Junior asked.

"An old friend of mine." He answered.

*Few days later*

It has been 3 days since she last saw Cristiano and all the painful and hurtful memories that she buried for the longest period of time resurfaced back to haunt her.

Usually a nice cup of coffee and some sort of pastry will help clear her mind off things. Which is exactly what she is getting. "Hola que te gustaria recibir hoy?" The cashier asked. (Hello what would you like to get today?)

"Sí, me gustaría tener el croissant y el latte de caramelo." She replied back.

"Serán 25 euros." (That will be 25 euros.)

She opened her purse and rummaged through the mess, trying to find that wallet. Until someone beat her to it. "Voy a pagar por ella" A masculine voice said. (I'll pay for her)

She looked up and saw a muscular covered arm handing the cashier the exact amount of money. She looked beside her and her eyes widened when she realized who he was. Even with the hood over his head and sunglasses on his face, she knows who he is.

"Thanks Cris." She said.

"Shhhh." He hushed her while pointing his finger to his lips. "I don't want people to know." He said while looking around to check if anyone heard it.

"Sorry." She said. The barista handed her order. "Well I guess have a nice day. Thanks again." She said before walking out of the café and to the streets.

All of a sudden, she heard her name being called out. "Cássia wait." He called. She turned around and saw him running towards her. "Are you doing anything tonight?" The first thing he asked after stopping in front of her.

She shrugged. "No not really. I was thinking of just staying at home after work." She answered.

"Well if you're not doing anything then maybe....." There was a long pause. "Would you like to come by my house and have dinner there? You know for old time sake" He finally asked.

To say, she was shocked. She doesn't know what to say. 'Doesn't he have a girlfriend or a son?' She thought. "I-I don't know Cristiano." She stammered. "What about your son or-" She was cut off.

"My son is going to have a sleepover at my friend's house, we'll be fine." He said. "So what do you say?" He asked.

*7 hours later*

Cássia forgot the rest of the conversation, but all she remembered was how it was started to the point where she answered "sure".

She stepped out of the car and walked to the big gate. She pressed the red button, which was supposed to be the intercom.

The speaker made a static sound. "Who is it?" She heard his voice ask.

"It's Cássia, Cristiano."

The gate automatically opened and revealed a luxurious and elegant mansion.

She made her way inside. From the distance, she saw the door open and popped out Cristiano. He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt and some dress pants. Him in that attire just equals one thing, handsome.

"Hey." He said with a smile. The smile that showed off his pearly white teeth, which could make anyone swoon over it.

"You look nice." He complimented her red dress that matches her lipstick. She felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks and tried to hide a small smile forming on her lips.

"Thanks, so do you." She returned back.

He stepped aside to let her come in. She followed him into the kitchen where there was a small bouquet of flowers and a few candlelight on a kitchen counter. There was also a wine bottle and two plates of her favourite pasta.

"Wow Cristiano, it's beautiful."

"Thanks but I can't take the credit." He said coyly while scratching his head. "My friends helped me set it up once they heard me inviting someone for dinner."

"Is that not usual for you?" She asked.

"I never invited anyone for dinner at my house actually. You're the first one." He admitted.

He helped her sit down at her spot. The rest of the time they just eat together in silence. Not a single word was uttered. She smiled mentally when he made the pasta just the way she likes it.

"So how long have you been in Madrid?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I've been here since last year. My job transferred me here." She said.

"How's your sister and your mom?" He asked.

Her breath hitched at the sudden mention of her mother. "My sisters are fine but a year after I left Manchester, she died." She managed to let out.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know." He stumbled.

"It's fine at least she was with her family during her last breath." She said. "Anyways how about your son or Isabella?" She asked, changing the topic.

"You remembered Isabella?" He asked. Shocked to learn that he remembers her.

She nodded. "Yeah I do." She said in a low voice. I mean who wouldn't.

"Ummmm..." He hesitated. "She also died." He said. She looked back at him with pity. "After she gave birth to Junior, she started bleeding. The doctors tried to stop it but it was too late. She flat lined" He sighed.

She looked away from him and turned her sight to the wall where it was full of pictures of him and his mini clone. "How about your son?" She asked while still looking at the framed pictures.

"His name is Cristiano Ronaldo Junior, but we call him Cristianinho. He's 5. He tends to be shy but the nore you get to know him, he's a kind person. He loves to play football with me and is about to join the Real Madrid academy soon." He explained.

She nodded. "You two seem happy together." She replied.

"We are but I always felt like there was something missing." He said.

"Which is?" She asked.

"Someone to be with forever." The sound of the chair creaking caught her off guard. She looked and saw that he got up from his chair and stalked towards her slowly.

"Where we can both love each other." He finished. He stood in front of her and tugged back a strand of hair behind her ear. She inhaled a little of his deodorant lingering in his body.

Just by the smell of his intoxicating scent, old memories that she had left buried deep inside of her have somehow recollected its way to her feelings.

"Cristiano." She whispered.

She felt his fingers slide down her chin and brought it up so she could look at him straight in the eye. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for you Cássia." He said in a low voice.

He traced her lips slowly with his thumb. He leaned down slowly with his eyes trailing to her lips. She didn't know what got over her, but she felt herself leaning towards him.

Their lips touch each other. She felt that familiar tingle forming in her lips with the same butterflies that were swarming in her stomach. He brushed her hair to the back of her ear, he put both of his hands at the side of her face.

From that moment, she felt herself being in bliss. The way he kissed her felt like she was finally being loved again. That feeling she has been trying to regain for the past 6 years.

But that happiness died down when she remembered what happened 6 years ago. The screaming, the shouting and the hearts breaking. She could imagine Isabella kissing his lips. The same lips she is kissing as her.

She pulled away from the kiss roughly, which made him give her a confused look. "I'm sorry I have to go." She stammered.

She picked up her purse and walked away from the table but a hand grabbed her wrist. "Please don't run away again." He whispered.

She felt tears prickling in her eyes and she looked down on the floor. "This was a mistake, Cristiano." She muttered lowly but loud enough for him to hear it.

She tugged her hands again but instead he pulled her till her back hit his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist which made her unable to move.

"Please Cássia." He pleaded. Small drops of water fell onto her shoulder, he was crying. "I've been living in constant guilt and regret for 6 years. I couldn't forgive myself for that because I lost the woman I love so much." He sobbed.

Tears started spilling down her eyes. "It was hurtful Cristiano." She said.

He sniffed out. "I know." He croaked out.

"But we need to move on. You already have a son. He sounds like a beautiful and charming boy who you are lucky to have. Your son needs you. Isabella would've wanted you to raise him. I would've wanted you to raise him instead of chasing me." She said.

She detached his arms away from her waist and walked out of the house. Leaving him alone, in a crying state. Just like 6 years ago, he didn't chase after her.

*The next day*

The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake. He looked down on himself and saw that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He didn't even bother to check the time.

He got up from the bed and went to the control panel. "Who is it?" He asked groggily.

"It's us Cristiano. Marvel and Luka." A cheery voice said.

He grumbled and pressed the button that opens the gate. He went to the front door and when he opened it, he saw two of his best mates smiling which turned to a frown when they saw him.

"Pai!" Junior squealed and hugged his father's legs.

"Hey Filho did you have fun?" He asked while caressing his curls.

"Yup." He said before walking inside.

He turned to look at his best mates. "What are you guys doing here early in the morning?" He groaned out.

They both gave him a confused look. "Umm Cristiano it's 11 past 30." Luka said. He pulled out his watch and pointed at it. "See."

Cristiano squinted his eyes, only to find out that the Croatian was right. "I slept for that long." He thought.

Marcelo was confused. His friend, who is usually an early bird, never wakes up late. His mind finally clicked when he saw what Cristiano was wearing. "The date didn't go well?" He suggested.

Cristiano sighed in defeat and nodded.

Marcelo and Luka gave him pity looks. Luka handed him Juniors bag. "Sorry about that mate." He said before they both spun on their heels and left.

*A few hours later*

Junior sat beside him as they both watched the game intensely. It was Atletico going against Villarreal. Right now it is a 1-1 draw.

"Pai." Junior said, breaking the silence.

"Hmmm." He hummed.

"Who was that old friend of yours?" Junior asked out of curiosity.

Cristiano sighed. "Her name is Cássia."

"Why did you stop being friends with her?" He asked again.

He sighed again. "Before you were born, I did something that hurt her a lot. I regret it badly and I wish I could just take it all back." He explained.

"Do you like her Pai?" He asked, catching him off guard.

Cristiano shook his head 'no'. "I don't, Junior."

It's because I love her.

A/N

I don't know how to end this thing in a better way.

[kylianmbappee]

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

[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.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I want to write a full story later about this guy. Kind of funny and messed up but message me if you want this

You and Ronaldo met through his mom. You didn't know he liked you. His mom told him how you never dated and had family abusive issues. So, he decided to be friends.

Today, he invited you to the world cup. He wanted to propose to you after giving you his trophy he earned

To his dismay, he lost!

You gaped like a fish as you almost witnessed Ronaldo fighting someone on the opponent team. You never seen this side of him since meeting him.

You decided to leave and give him space.

You heard him yell out your name.

You were actually scared of him for the first time. What does he want.

Out of nowhere. He took a huge diamond ring out of his pocket.

"Marry me." It didn't sound like an ask.

Where did this come from? You never dated anyone especially your male friend. Is that why his mom liked you? Because of her son?

You began to distrust his mom too.

"You were trying to win the world cup for me?" This was the nicest thing anyone ever did for you.

Ronaldo collapsed on his knees. "Please be mine. I have been giving you hints. No offense, you're socially stupid and awkward." He quickly added. "I love you still though."

Maybe you do love Ronaldo as a man but didn't know it due to lack of experience. You will try to be a good wife and a good daughter to Mrs. Ronaldo.

You gave him your best smile.

Before you could agree. His eyes lit up and scooped you around spinning you. He kissed you like this....

[ts1mp0ne]

Can we have some more football imagines y’all World Cup is here, these players looking mighty fine

[uplayr94]

Sorry that I wasn't really active on Tumblr as I was on YouTube & Twitter! There has been a lot of things going on & managing all the social media can be very tiring, so I hope you'll find me on the other social media through the links posted within the videos! Also making AI Covers of music has been the craze lately, so I thought about giving it a try (the next one will surely be better than this one bc Frenkie's AI Voice model's so much better in quality in comparison) 😆

Normally I'm making Sims 4 videos, but this has been a welcome change of pace of mine lol

Also tagging @peligrosapop as she's been anticipating this 😀