cristiano ronaldo imagine

Sick - Cristiano Ronaldo

Hey guys x This was based on a requests I accidentally deleted but I saved in my notes so I could write it anyway x I hope you like it x

Hello. When you’ll have some time could you please write Cristiano Ronaldo imagine? Where y/n is a doctor and Cristiano is not feeling good so he needs to be examined but he doesn’t want to because he is ashamed of y/n. I hope this won’t release very strange to you. I admire your writing skills so I hope you can write this request too. Thanks in advance.


Originally posted by myvipeditions

„Mrs. your husband is here“ my assistant pecked her head in the door while I looked up from my laptop.

I furrowed my eyebrows together Cristiano never visited me at work, sometimes he picked me up so we could have lunch together but that was about it. It was not like he didn’t support me, he did, more than anything. But he was just always so busy with his own career that we were glad when we could spend our evenings or weekends together.

„Alright let him in“ I told her and she smiled and nodded before leaving me alone.

It was seconds after when the door opened again and Cris walked in, he sat down at one of the two chairs in front of my desk. He looked pale and exhausted. I left early as usual this morning and as usual Cris didn’t wake up with me, it was too early for him and he needed his sleep.

„Hey Babe. Whats wrong?“ I asked and got off my chair and walked around my desk. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

„I don’t know. I woke up this morning and my throat hurts and I have this headache and“ he said and started to pout.

„My poor baby“ I said and cupped his face, with my small hands.

„So you want me to check on you?“ I asked and furrowed my eyebrows together.

He never liked me taking care of him, whether when he was sick, which really wasn’t that often, or he had an injury. He always explained it was his turn to take care of me and not in the other way.

„If you have time then I would really appreciate that“ he said and a smile grew on my lips.

„Alright then go sit on there and I’m gonna examine you“ I said and nodded over to him.

I walked back around my desk to get my things and he got up to sit down again. He looked like a lost puppy, he never went to the doctors mostly because he was never sick. So that was new to him. It was probably also hard for him to ask me for help and me checking up on him. But it would’ve been stupid of him if he wouldn’t have.

„Do I have to take my shirt of?“ he asked and I laughed shaking my head.

„No you don’t. How is it you always want to be naked?“ I laughed.

„You didn’t seem to mind last night“ he smirked and I looked down at him and rolled my eyes.

“Cris” I said and hit his chest which made him chuckle even more.

I examined him as much as he let me since he was the most impatient guy i knew. he couldn’t keep still whether it was before a game or right now.

“so what do i have mrs. doctor?” he asked as he sat down on the chair in front of my desk.

“Cris you’re not dying you have nothing more than a cold” i said and laughed.

“we have all the medicine at home. you’ll find them in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom” I said.

“so you just let me go home and take medicine and that’s it?” he asked and started to pout.

“well what do you want me to babe?” i asked and sat on his lap again.

“you don’t want me to take care of you so”

“well maybe today is an exception?” he asked and an amused smile formed on my lips.

“hmm than let me chancel my appointments for today and go home with you okay?” I asked him.

“that sounds perfect to me” he smirked.

Little did I know he just wanted to spend time with me because he missed me instead of wanting me to take care of him.


Aaron Ramsey

The Second Ramsey

Amiris Kurdi


André Gomes

That day

André Silva

Baby Daddy

Perfect Boyfriend Looks Like

Strong Ones

The Game

Make It Better


Going To Be Great

Antoine Griezmann

Stupid Love


Wanted to help

Aritz Aduriz

Last Name

Bastian Schweinsteiger

No Good In Goodbye

Calum Chambers

Weeks Out

I Already Have You

Christian Pulisic


He Loved


Father Daughter

Thoughts (Echo Pt II)

Not Without A Fight

Cristiano Ronaldo

You Love Him

Stand Up

Edinson Cavani

Six Degrees Of Separation

Emre Mor

Little Help

Erik Durm

Stupid Smart Dog

Oh Love

Sassy Day

The Moon To His Sun

Fernando Torres


Flower Pot

Francisco Geraldes

First Solo Game

Chocolate Cake


Missing Home

Jens Keller

They Were Family

Little Feeling

Julian Brandt

Knock On Our Doors

Cake Problems

Well Deserved Rest


Camping Sucks

Just Smile

Raining and Running

Party Animal


No More

Special Angel

Julian Draxler

Date Reminder

Just Come Home

I Came Home (Just Come Home Pt II)


Lesson Learned

Oh Happy Day

Kai Havertz

Young and In Love

Kieran Gibbs

Best Present Ever

Leon Goretzka

Hard day


Worth It

Brothers, Right?

Working Out

White Shirt

Leroy Sane


Better Later Than Never

Lionel Messi


Marc-André ter Stegen

Mate’s Little Sister

Second Choice


Marco Asensio

Perfect To Me

Marco Friedl


Marco Reus

We Have Come So Far

Mats Hummels

Scared to be lonely

Mixed Emotions

Max Meyer

Safe Heaven



Change Of Life

Make it Home

Nuno Espírito Santo

Days Off

Olivier Giroud


Paulo Dybala

In Pain


Paul Pogba


It’s Just You And Me

Pietro Pellegri

Once In a Lifetime

Rafa Silva

Green Ones

Rafael (Rafinha) Alcântara

I’ve Missed You

Everything Would Be Alright



Rob Holding

Perfect Man

Little Holding

Roman Burki

A Beautiful Life

I Will Protect You

The Perks Of Being Late

My Champ

Falling Apart

Roman Over Greek

Good Celebration




Cruel World


You Are My Life

Saul Niguez 

Don’t let Her Go

Sergio Ramos

My Man

Thomas Muller

Six Degrees Of Separation

Thomas Tuchel

With you

Zlatan Ibrahimovic

First Encounter

Tattoo Shop

No One Said It Was Easy

Cristiano Ronaldo Imagine || Not Leaving (Cristiano Jr.)

Originally posted by aliirb

I throw the last pair of shoes into my suitcase and zip it up, wondering if I remembered to pack everything for my work trip, as I’m dragging the suitcase behind me, towards the stairway. I can hear Cristiano and Junior watching cartoons in the living room and I don’t want to ruin their fun, so I pick the suitcase up and make my way down the stairs, silently praying not to fall on my face. Or any other part of my body. Just not to fall in general. Not falling is great. Judging by its weight, I most likely got everything I could possibly need and more. A lot more.

“Y/N?” Cristiano calls out once I’m about halfway down. “Oh my God! Are you purposely trying to break a bone tonight? Give me that.” He takes the bag away from me and carries it down, shooting daggers at me with his eyes.

“You’re ridiculous. I could’ve done that on my own.”

“Sure. I’m just not sure if you would’ve gotten down in one piece. You’re the most uncoordinated person in the world, so how about you leave the heavy lifting to me?” He laughs and throws an arm around me, ruining my attempt to be mad at him. “What do you need that much stuff for, anyway? I thought it was just for a couple of days.”

“I lied. I’m actually leaving you.” I manage to keep a straight face, hoping I’ll scare him even a little bit. Even for just a few seconds. But of course he just raises an eyebrow at me, completely unaffected. “You could at least pretend you’d care.”

“You mean I could at least pretend you were being vaguely convincing, which you weren’t.” He laughs. “And let’s be real here. Who would leave me?” The fact that he is so obviously joking doesn’t make his cockiness sound any less annoying.

“I don’t know, but if you keep saying stuff like that, you might find out pretty soon.”

I playfully shove him towards the living room and we both sit down on the couch, on either side of Junior, who is watching an episode of Tom & Jerry that we’ve seen with him countless times before, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely focused on the screen. I turn to my boyfriend to make a joke about it, but Cristiano’s eyes are glued to the TV and I can’t help but laugh to myself.

“You’re evil.” He turns to me. “How can you laugh at poor Jerry?” I look towards the screen for the first time and notice the tiny animated mouse being caught in some kind of elaborate trap, which seems to profoundly affect Cristiano, so I laugh again.

“I’m starting to think it wasn’t Junior’s idea to watch this.”

“No, I’ve already seen this one. I don’t even like it. Daddy wanted to watch!” The boy corrects me, still focused on the cartoon.

“What do you mean you don’t like it?” I chuckle. “You watch this all the time.”

Junior ignores me, which isn’t something he does very often, but his father brushes the whole thing off with a shrug, so I let it slide, thinking he’s probably just too caught up in his show. We sit there for another hour or so, watching a bunch of other episodes and I can’t help but notice that Cristiano and I are the only ones bursting into laughter or even just giggling at some of the scenes. Junior just sits there in complete silence, looking less than happy.

“Hey.” I put my hand on the boy’s shoulder, finally earning a reaction from him, as he turns around to face me. “Is something wrong?” He shakes his head and turns back around.

“Cristianinho.” His father says, getting his attention for a brief second. Another episode has ended, which leaves Junior with nothing to focus on and ignore us, so his eyes immediately dart to the floor.

“Are you alright? What’s going on?” I ask, but it’s as if I’m talking to myself. “You know you can talk to me, right?” I know he does, but I still feel like he needs reassurance in order to tell me about whatever is bugging him.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” He states. Cristiano and I stare at each other in confusion, because that’s something neither of us expected to hear from him.

“Do you want to talk to me?” The boy nods, so they both stand up and walk out of the room, leaving me alone and completely confused.

Part of me is aware that whatever Junior’s problem might be, it can’t be too big of a deal, seeing as to how he’s a five year old child, but then again, he’s never not wanted to talk to me about something. He was only three when Cristiano and I started dating, so being around me is something he’s always been used to. I know that getting a three year old to like you isn’t exactly difficult, but I always took pride in the fact that Junior felt comfortable enough to talk to me about any and everything for as long as I can remember. Whenever he was upset with his dad for whatever reason or his friends said something mean or when he just wanted to tell someone all about a new toy he got, I was his go-to person. And while I realize that Cristiano is his father and there’s nothing strange about them talking alone, I still don’t like it. Maybe that’s how he feels every day.

When they finally come back after what seems like an eternity, Junior looks like he’s been crying, while Cristiano has an amused smile plastered on his face, which only further confuses me.

“What’s going on?” I ask my boyfriend in a hushed tone. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He chuckles. “You have the worst sense of humor.”

“What? What did I say? What are you talking about?”

“Just talk to him, Y/N.”

I roll my eyes at him and take a few steps towards Junior, whose eyes are still glued to the floor and I can tell he is a little startled when I crouch down next to him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong now?” I ask.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Is that why you’re sad?” He nods and it warms my heart. “You know, I don’t really want to go either, but it’s my job. I’m only going to be gone for a few days. You won’t even notice I’m not here.”

“You’re lying!” Junior yells. “You’re not coming back. I heard you tell daddy.”

At first, I have no idea what he is talking about, so I turn to Cristiano, but the I-told-you-so look on his face reminds me of what he just said about my terrible sense of humor. And then it hits me. Junior must’ve heard us earlier, when we were talking about my luggage. When I said I was leaving him.

“Oh my God.” I gasp, holding back a fit of laughter, because I don’t want the boy to think I’m making fun of him, although the whole situation is nothing short of hilarious.”You heard us talking earlier, didn’t you?”

“You said you were leaving us.” The sad look on his face makes me feel incredibly bad and all of the sudden I don’t feel like laughing anymore.

“I’m not leaving you. Come here and listen to me.” I sit on the couch next to Cristiano, who obviously still finds the whole thing extremely amusing, and pat the spot next to me. “I have to go, but it’s only for a few days. I’m not leaving anyone. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You will?” He finally looks up at me and his lips curl into a smile, his whole face lighting up again.

“I promise I will.” I wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. “You should know by now that I don’t plan on leaving either of you anytime soon. I was just making a joke.”

“A bad joke.” Cristiano adds with a laugh. “A horribly bad joke.”

“Actually, now that I think about it, I might just not come back.” I say and Junior immediately looks up at me. “Joke. Another joke.” Cristiano opens his mouth to say something that I have a feeling isn’t going to be very nice. “Unless you’re about to tell me how incredibly beautiful I am, I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

“I was about to say I love you.”

“Nice save.”

anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you make a Cristiano oneshot where he finds out that his girlfriend faked an orgasm, please? Thanks in advance!

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Faking It.

I chew nervously on my fingernails as I allow my words to sink in. It’s a habit that I never really snapped out of growing up and though I can’t tear them off as they’re acrylic, it’s comforting for me none the less right now.
“You faked it?” Maddie responds slowly to make sure she understands.
I nod. “Yes,” I say in a low voice.
“Does Cris know?” She asks as I pull a face at her that silently suggests she’s an idiot.
“Of course not. Do you think I’d still be sat here if he knew I had?” I laugh at her comment. “No. It would hurt his ego too much for sure.”
I continue to pick at my nails as we lapse into silence.
“Are you going to tell him?” She asks as she reaches for her coffee cup.
“And tell him what exactly?” I ask her, my voice dropping lower. “Oh hey Cris. You know how we had some amazing sex last night? Well guess what? It was all a lie. I faked it. I never came and I made you think that I had when you went down on me.” I finish on a sarcastic note. “Yeah, that’ll really make him feel happy. He’ll be furious.”

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What’s Normal Anyway?

She knew she shouldn’t be in this home but it was too tempting to not show when she received a message from the man she had been seeing now for five months secretly that he was home and free from his sport obligations.

It was obvious he was eager to see her too. His kiss was strong, so strong he nearly bit her tongue until it bled before she pulled away, her hands at his chest to serve as a warning to his strong affection. Not that she generally didn’t like it.

The rough sex, the passion, it was everything she wanted from him and he provided it with every thrust, bite and tug he could. Today’s choice of the sofa wasn’t as comforting as his California king but knowing she was strapped for time, she didn’t dare complain. Her hand simply slid up his shirt to run her nails against the warmth of the man she had missed so much in his brief absence.

The scruff of his beard rubbed against the smooth feel of her skin, his lips angled to meet her neck with a kiss and a tug against that same plot of skin as his teeth lightly gripped onto what he possessively called his.

She wasn’t sure whether it was the brief flinch she felt feeling his teeth tug a little too hard or her memory that caused her to drift and pull away from him, now staring into the eyes of a man she knew was trouble for she had been told so many times.

He wanted marriage, a house, kids, happiness…with her.

She wanted sex, passion, attention, happiness…with him.

And though maybe once upon a time the two had been on the same page, they were now on two entirely different wavelengths.

He had begun to think about life with her and without her, willing to now take the jump of leaving behind the pictured relationship he had with the other woman he called his girlfriend but treated like a disposable for the woman he was now infatuated with.

And as his kisses moved lower and lower along her skin, she couldn’t help but think about the man left behind at her home, now their home. The man who had probably spent an hour fixing her dinner only to have her come home with the peculiar smell of another man on her neck he would either choose to ignore or be too oblivious to ask about.

A shiver of guilt crept down her spine at the thought. The thought of knowing the man that was giving her his all and was waiting for her stomach to creep up into a ballooning size to represent their blossoming love would have to wait even longer, maybe forever.

What had really got her mind going made her brush her lips away from his as he leaned in for another kiss, the cool touch she was just welcoming now causing her to shy away. “Can I ask you something?”

With a disappointed groan emitting from his lips, he sighed once more and dropped his head so his lips were no longer near hers. Eventually he looked back up to the woman he had been craving, his mind thinking of other things as he waited for her lips to move. “What is it?”

“I want you to come to my company’s party. It’s no big deal. Just a fundraiser and they try and get a few big names out. I…”

He quickly interrupted her as a smile spread across his face, trying to fill in the blanks for himself before she could for him. “You told them you know me?”

“Well…no. Not exactly. I just…thought it’d be a good idea if you just show up.”

He chuckled, his head leaning back some to reveal his adam’s apple as his hand draped along the backside of the couch. “And how will you explain that? Me randomly showing up to your company party? Are you going to explain that to your boyfriend too?” There was a slight but noticeable pause before he spoke that word, always feeling the bitter taste on his tongue whenever he did reference the man that currently had the woman he wanted.

Not like he wasn’t taken himself.

“I’m not going to have to explain anything.”

“So you expect me to just show up and not speak to you?”

“Actually, that’s a great idea.” The thought of having to explain how she knew him seemed like trouble waiting to happen. “I can’t tell him I know you. His first question would be how did I meet you, a world class footballer? Am I supposed to just tell him that we met and since you’ve been trying to trap me in your bed?!”

Yes, was his first thought but he didn’t dare to say that to her. “You don’t have to even say that part. Just say we’re friends or something.”

“I would just feel better if we didn’t have to do any of that. Bring your girlfriend! Make it normal.”

It should have been obvious then to him how different their feelings were to one another. He would have never thought to bring his girlfriend around her, not fearing that he’d be disrespecting his girlfriend but instead the woman he had been secretly falling in love with ever since he laid eyes on her.

But instead she was making the suggestion that he should do just that, that she didn’t have a care in the world that he could show up with another woman. While his jealousy would rage, hers would be nonexistent because he wasn’t the man she was in love with. He was the man that simply satisfied her lustful cravings.

“Normal,” he sarcastically chuckled before speaking his feelings under his breath. “What’s normal about us?”

Sorry for my lack of posting (again and again and again). Random blurb of nothing about whoever you want it to be about.


•Approval•Cristiano Ronaldo ft Junior





It was a chilly January evening and the sun had long since set, taking with it any semblance of warmth. Like many the cooler atmosphere had  Y/n feeling the  strong urge to be with her significant other. They didn’t call the colder months  ‘cuddle season’ for nothing.

 So naturally Y/n texted Cristiano–her boyfriend of almost a year inviting him  over to her apartment. It was by no means a given that he would be able to come through–Cristiano’s life didn’t revovle around her and she wasn’t under the delusion that it did. He had other responsibilities and priorities as well and Y/n always kept that in mind when she asked him  over. She knew that it  wouldn’t always be possible, and that was okay—she would never expect him to drop everything at her beck and call.

So she was ecstatic when he texted back that he was on his way and not too long after his response  arrived at her home.  They ended up in her bed holding each other close; Cristiano had immediately let out a sigh of content, allowing himself to relax after full day of commitments–both professional and personal.

The couple fell into conversation with ease, talking about anything  and  everything, when the most important subject made itself known. Cristiano stated that he wanted to introduce Y/n to the most important person in his life.

His son.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” The question fell from her lips before she could  stop it. Cristiano was finally ready to introduce her  to his  child, and the  first  thing Y/n did was  worry about her own feelings—as if she would be  the one most affected by this decision. What about the  five year  old  boy whose world  would  officially  and forever change once she infertraited it? He was the one  who would   have to learn to share his father with someone else.  What about—


Just like that all the anxiety that had been steadily building in her disbursed. It was crazy just how much of an effect he had on her. One word and his hand taking hold of hers was enough to calm her considerably.

“Look at me Y/n.” Cristiano said in a soft but firm voice. She lifted her head her gaze meeting the warm brown eyes she loved so much. “You don’t have to worry about Junior.”He told her.

Cristiano…”She sighed.

Of course he didn’t get it–how could he? He hasn’t ever been on the other side  of the spectrum. He never dated someone with kids before…and even  if he  had it still wouldn’t be the same. He would be a single parent entering a  relationship with another single parent–it would probably be an easier process.  It made Y/n wonder why he hadn’t dated a woman with a child; she frowned at the thought. Though it made sense, it didn’t stop her from feeling hurt that she might not be what he needed.

“Y/n. You don’t have to worry.”He pulled her out of thoughts yet again,“I already know for a fact that Junior won’t like you.”Her heart dropped, she opened her mouth to say something but Cristiano continued, “He already loves you.”

Y/n felt like a whirlwind of emotions just sucker punched her in the gut. She wanted to punch Cris in the face for nearly giving her a heart attack with that misleading first half of his statement, and she also wanted to hug him for the relief his words gave her. But overall she was confused. Confusion she ultimately voiced,“what do you mean he loves me? he doesn’t even know–?”

“Know you?”Cristiano finished with a sly smile, Y/n nodded slowly while giving him a weird look.“Oh, he knows you. He’s never met you, but he knows you.  He’s been waiting for this meeting for a long time Y/n.”

Y/n confusion lasted for another split second before it dawned on her. She couldn’t help the tears that filled her eyes at the realization of what he just told her, “You told him about me.”

“Yeah I did,”Cristiano said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “why wouldn’t I? you are my girlfriend and he is my son. I talk about him to you all the time… you really think I wouldn’t mention you to him?”

Y/n smiled as Cristiano wiped away tears that she hadn’t even realized were  falling. He was right; why wouldn’t he tell his son about her? She just hadn’t  expected him to continuously mention her. Most single parents have a  conversation with their kids when they were sure  it was time to introduce them to their  significant others… but Cristiano had spoken about  her enough for  Junior to have an opinion about her– and a positive one at that.  Neither  of  them said a word for  a brief moment  as Y/n soaked in the new information that she had been given.

“Junior…he can take awhile to open up to new people ,”Cristiano explained when he spoke up again,“So telling him about you helped him get comfortable with the idea of having another woman around.”

Y/n tensed despite herself, as sweet as his intentions were she couldn’t help  but feel like she wouldn’t live up to expectations when to came to his son. It  sounded so stupid, the more she thought about it…she was making this more  complicated than it should be. The boy was five, and if worse comes to worse Cristiano would step in.

“Everything will turn out fine,”He gave her a reassuring kiss, “You are who is meant to be in my life and Junior’s as well.”

“You really believe that?”Y/n questioned softly.

“with all my heart.”Cristiano answered in a tone that left no run for doubt. A big smile took over Y/n’s face for the first time since this conversation started. She hugged  him tightly, “Okay.”

“Okay?”He repeated, his tone underlining with a question. A question she now had a more confident answer to.


A couple days later Y/n found herself at the place that had easily became a home away from home, these past few months. Cristiano’s place. if she was being honest his large estate felt more like home then her apartment…maybe it was because it was so easy to envision a life with him here–a future.

Now she was taking more steps towards that future; for the first time since she met Cristiano, his son would also be in the house. Normally he would be with  his grandmother, aunt or a friends house. But today he was on  the other side  of the door she was currently standing in front of. Today she was going  to see  him in person for the very first time, today was the day they would meet.

Y/n took a deep breath, mentally shooing away her nerves and rung the doorbell. It didn’t take long for her to hear thundering footsteps and the sound of Cris’ unmistakable laughter mingling with a softer more innocent giggle.


Before she had anytime to really let it sink in  and subsequently panic, the  door  swung open revealing her boyfriend and his mini-me. While  Cristiano’s  grin  only widened when he saw  who it was,  Junior’s  was replaced with  a  shyer smile  as  he  moved so he was  behind  his father’s leg.  It  was so cute, Y/n  forgot  for  a split second how nervous  she was about this  important moment.  

“Babe, you made it.” Cristiano pulled her into a hug, pecking  her lips.  Y/n  smiled  simply nodding in response;  the kiss was chaste but it still felt weird  engaging in PDA in front of his son. She didn’t have time to dwell on it because Cristiano was pulling her into the house and shutting the door behind her, Junior still glued to his father’s side.

Once she was inside Y/n stood  awkwardly,  not  really  know  what  to  say.  Was she  suppose  to  introduce herself  now? Or maybe coax  Junior into  coming out from behind his father’s leg?  Was she supposed  to ignore  the  little boy until Cristiano introduced them?

She thankfully wasn’t in her silent anxiety ridden limbo long because Cristiano spoke up,  “Junior, I want you meet someone very special to me,”He said as he affectionately placed a hand on his son’s head, “This is Y/n. remember I told you about her?”

The little boy nodded as he peeked from behind his father’s leg to  shyly  stare  at Y/n; she didn’t miss how his eyes lit up at the mention of her  name.  It  warmed her heart when she saw the recognition in them.

“Introduce yourself son.”Cristiano encouraged gently.

Junior peeked his head out even from behind his father, so Y/n could see more of his face  but he didn’t say anything.

“Go on, son,”Cristiano tried once again but Junior remained quiet causing his  father to shake his head with a knowing smile before shrugging his shoulders sheepishly at his girlfriend.

Y/n knew then that she would have to take the initiative; Cristiano may have told Junior about her to get him comfortable with the idea of her. But that was all that was—an idea. It was easy to get used to hearing about someone, actually meeting that someone and having to get use to them threading their way into your life was something else entirely.

Y/n stepped forward until she was right in front of where Junior stood and she crouched down to his eye level.

“Hi I’m Y/n and my favorite color is pink.”She introduced herself placing her hand out for the little boy to shake. She figured the little piece of trivial information would help get Junior’s guard especially if his reaction was what she thought it would be.

Junior scrunched up his face , loosening his grip on his father’s leg so he could look at Y/n fully, “Your favorite color is pink?”

Y/n nodded with a smile, “But I have  a soft spot for green too… mostly because that was my favorite power ranger.”she winked, if her nephews were anything to go by Power Rangers was still very much a favorite among young kids.

You like Power Rangers?”Junior’s eyes widened in awe.

“Of course who doesn’t?”Y/n said as if  anything else was completely unfathomable.

Junior grinned before he stepped away from his father’s leg completely, and taking a curious step towards Y/n. She took that as a chance to continue the conversation,  “Who’s your favorite?“

“The red ranger.”The little boy said proudly.

“Oh that’s a great choice.” Y/n nodded in approval.

That seemed to be enough to get Junior to grab her hand with his smaller one and introduced himself in the same fashion she had in the beginning of their little conversation,

“I’m Cristiano Junior. my favorite color is green. I love Power Rangers too.” He gave her the biggest smile, that could have thawed the coldest of hearts with no problem.

“What about pink?”Y/n teased.

“I don’t really like pink but its okay if you do.”Junior said confidently.

“Good to know.”Y/n said with a wink, which the little boy reciprocated much to the adults  amusement.

From then on the Junior  seemed to be whole different kid; the shyness  faded away, he was talkative and running all over the place. He took Y/n by the hand leading her to the playroom where he showed her all his toys, paying special attention to the power ranger ones. After playing for over two hours Cristiano swooped into strict dad mode and told his son to head up stairs to start getting ready for bed.

But Daddy—”Junior started.

“No buts son.” Cristiano cut him off with a stern glance, ”I’ll be up to help in a few.”

“okay.” the little boy pouted, as he made his way upstairs. He was halfway up the stairs when suddenly stopped and turned around,  “Y/n is staying right?  she won’t leave?”the worry in his voice caught both adults off guard.

“Well she has to go home, son,”Cristiano answered slowly,“but she’ll be back, I promise.”

“Tomorrow?” Junior said hopefully.

“maybe.” Cristiano said hesitantly; he couldn’t make any promises, Y/n could have plans that didn’t include coming over and he didn’t want to put her on the spot to change anything. but his son had no problem with doing just that.

Not satisfied with the  answer he was given, Junior turned his gaze to his father’s girlfriend, “Please Y/n? I dont want you to go. i want you to stay forever.”

Y/n  happy that the little boy had grown so comfortable in such a short period of time, but the fear in his eyes concerned her. Why did he look so scared—


It dawned on her; the one mother figure he had known all his life outside of his grandmother and aunts, had dropped out of it and was gone forever…the young boy was naturally afraid that the same thing would happen.

“I’ll be here tomorrow sweetheart,”She said, careful not to make any promises on the distant future. Sure she would love it if she and Cris lasted forever but getting his son’s hopes up wasn’t smart. Even with the best intentions relationships didn’t always last.

“Forever, right? you’ll stay forever?” Junior asked again.

Shit. She didn’t know what to say to that; she didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing and hurting the sweet boy’s feelings. Y/n looked at Cristiano and he quickly came to the rescue, “She’ll be here with us for as long as we love each other.”He told his son; Junior’s eyes lit up at the news.

“Then I’m going to love you forever!” he declared, rushing down the stairs again and crashing into her legs, hugging them tight. Y/n smiled as she hugged him back. he held onto her a little longer before dashing back up the stairs, and disappearing down the hall, presumably to his bedroom.

“And you were scared he wasn’t going to like you.” Cristiano teased as he pulled her into him. Y/n rolled her eyes but she couldn’t help the big smile that pulled her lips upwards if she tried….and she didn’t want to. Junior’s approval solidified her place in Cristiano’s life. He loved her and never wanted her to go, that alone was enough to make her feel better than she ever felt.


Real Madrid Imagines

Originally posted by minimadridista

Hey guys x here are all the Imagines about the Real players I got for right now. I always wanna know what you think about my imagines so please tell me! I really hope you like them, also I wanna say thank you for always reading my imagines, love you ♡





anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you please write Cristiano oneshot where he and his wife are at gala or other event and she starts to tease him? Thanks

I’m SO sorry that it’s taken so long to write but damn it, thank you for being so patient. I hope this is everything you wanted it to be. 
Gif included for your viewing pleasure. You’ll know exactly which bit this features in *smirks*.
Apologies for the length but, well, it is Cris…


Originally posted by usedpimpa

Request here. Masterlist here

Tease Me. Tease Me.

“I’m going to count to ten.” Cristiano hissed through clenched teeth.
“Why, are you still trying to learn them baby? Want a gold star?” I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“And now you’re trying to piss me off.”
“It’s not considered trying if it’s working.” I pouted at him as my fingers danced over his knee.
His hand closed over my fingers and he gripped them, stopping them from wandering anywhere else. To the place I wanted them.
“Stop it.”
“You’re no fun Cristiano.” I huffed and sat back in my seat with a little more enthusiasm than I should have.
“Why? Because I won’t allow you to sexually frustrate me in this room filled with people?” He snarled. “not only a room full of people but also something that is televised.”
“I was only touching your knee,” I sniped back, knowing full well I planned to do more. “And you’ve not complained about being filmed before…” I trailed off to let the thought linger in his mind.
“Drop this subject. Now.”


Did I drop the subject? No.
No I did not.
I’d continued to tease him. Not only with my hands that brushed over his ever growing hard on. I waited until he had calmed down, relaxed and thought it was over before skimming my fingers back over the bulge that was there regardless of him being hard or not. I smirked at the way he throbbed beneath my fingertips and tried to pull my expression back, try to look normal and as though I wasn’t teasing my boyfriend until I knew for sure that I would be punished.


I also teased him with my words.
“You can try to look angry, but it does nothing but make me want to keep going.” I’d purred in his ear. “I love the way you look when you’re concentrating so
hard on something. The more you look annoyed Cristiano, the more I’ll do this. So, the question is, can you control yourself before I lose mine?”

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jealous part one sergio ramos (ft. cristiano ronaldo)


Word count: 2 506 words
Featuring: Sergio Ramos (w/ Cristiano Ronaldo) & Y/N
Synopsis: When Sergio finds out that his best friend Y/N is having a no strings attached relationship with Cristiano Ronaldo, he is anything but happy. Things heat up when he confronts her

You roll your naked body into Cristiano’s, resting your head on his chest – careful not to cover his face with your hair. “I really should get going,” you declare softly, shutting your eyes to absorb the calm. Post-orgasmic bliss.

“What’s the rush? Do you have somewhere to be?”

No, you don’t but you also don’t see the point in hanging around his house. You personally feel it blurs the lines of your agreement. “I just have a lot of work to do. Boss is keeping me busy,” you lie with a yawn, it comes so unexpectedly you don’t have time to cover your mouth. “I’m drowning in it.”

Cristiano’s pulls you closer into his side and buries his face in your hair. “You’re tired.”

“Nothing a little coffee can’t fix.” You attempt to sit up but are pulled back down onto the mattress by Cristiano, he’s much stronger than you are. “Cris,” you laugh softly, tugging away from his tight hold, “I seriously need to leave.”

The nature of your relationship is strictly sexual, Cristiano knows and respects that but often in the past, he’s expressed how lonely it became in the mansion. Usually, he has his family to keep him company but in the last few weeks, they’ve all been in Portugal and honestly, you kind of feel bad for him. But you also have your interests to protect.

“No, what you need is a nap.”

“A nap?” There is no rule prohibiting you from staying over at his place but you choose not to, preferring to fuck and leave. “I don’t need a nap, and if get too tired, I’ll just sleep in the car.”

“Yeah because that’s totally not weird. You seriously want your creepy uber driver staring whilst you lay unconscious?”

You open your mouth to protest then close it. The world is infested with creeps, there’s a high possibility your uber driver could be one of them. “Alright, I’ll nap. For an hour and then you have to wake me up.”

“One hour.”

You hold up your pinky finger and Cristiano laughs. “What’s so funny?”

“A pinky promise?”

“Yes, a pinky promise,” you hold your pinky finger up proudly. “Come on, I have a nap to take Ronaldo…”

He’s clearly amused as he hooks his pinky finger to yours. “I pinky promise to wake you after an hour.”

You pull the bed covers over your body and feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep. When your eyes flick open it’s dark out and you’re a little disoriented. One thing is certain, you’ve slept for more than an hour and you don’t know how to feel about that. You push yourself to sit up and rub your eyes sleepily, contemplating your next move.

You go through a mental checklist: shower… get dressed… get an uber… DRINK WATER, lots of it because you’re parched! When it becomes clear you can’t concentrate on anything but your thirst, you kick the bedcovers to one side and climb off the bed. You grab the first piece of clothing you stumble across, Cristiano’s t-shirt, and pull it over your head, not bothering to fix your hair.

Taking your phone off the bedside table, you leave the room and start down the hallway for the kitchen. You get yourself a bottled water from the fridge and sit up on the kitchen island, bottle in one hand and phone in the other. You open the uber app and are organizing your ride when a pair of arms snake around your waist, startling you.

“Did I scare you?”

You turn to find Cristiano who’s wearing a goofy smile of his face. “Someone’s in a good mood…”

Cristiano comes around the island to stand between your spread legs, he still towers over you, even though you’re sat on the countertop. “What are you doing?”

“Getting an uber. I need to go home.”

“I was gonna drive you home…”

You shake your head and focus on the phone screen. “Don’t worry. You need to rest and–”

“Y/N, I don’t mind driving you home,” he presses and it’s final. He’s driving you home.

“Oh you are so bossy!” you tease as you close the uber app and place your phone on the island beside you. “Where did you disappear off to? And why didn’t you wake me after an hour?”

“I had a meeting with–”

“Hey Cris, I’m leaving.”

A voice, a man’s voice, sounds from behind and you jump again. What is with people scaring me? The voice registers in your mind. Sergio? You confirm your suspicions when you turn around and find Sergio standing at the entry of the kitchen. He doesn’t immediately recognize you of course,–probably because your hair’s a ruffled mess– and when it dawns upon him, his facial expression goes from pleased to sour pretty quickly.  He’s actually frowning at you and looks… mad.

“Okay, cool,” Cristiano answers, seemingly oblivious to Sergio’s shift in moods. “Thanks for coming over, I’ll see you at practice.”

He can’t be mad at you. No, it can’t be that. But the way he’s looking at you…

“Y/N, meet Sergio,” Cristiano introduces, unaware of the fact that you actually know each other. “I know you’re not much of a football fan but…”

Cristiano’s voice kind of fades in the background, your thoughts taking the forefront. Protective! You come to the conclusion that he’s being protective, after all, over the years he’s been a crying shoulder every time some prick breaks your heart. Still, it doesn’t explain the look on his face…

You slide off the island and grab your phone. Turning to Sergio, you smile and say, “Pleased to meet you.” He gives a curt nod in response but you don’t care, you’re too overwhelmed by the entire situation. You lean your head into Cristiano’s chest. “I’ll go get dressed so you can drive me home.”

“I’ll drive you.”

You can’t believe it, but you think Sergio’s just offered you a ride home. You shoot him a look that says ‘what the fuck?’ and he shrugs in response. “It’s fine, Cristiano will–”

Cris cuts you off. “You wouldn’t mind?”

Sergio nods. “I don’t mind taking a detour.”

You are evil. You could kill Sergio for what he’s doing to you and to stop yourself from actually going through with it you ball your fists at your sides. You inhale deeply then slowly exhale, it’s fine. Maybe in the car, he’ll explain why he’s behaving so strangely.  

“Well, I should go get dressed,” you announce as you start for the kitchen exit.

“Nice ass,” Cristiano jokingly calls after you.

You roll your eyes and wave your hand dismissively at Cristiano, but not before you see Sergio’s nostrils flare. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Are we just going to ignore each other the whole time?”

The first words exchanged between you and Sergio since you left Cristiano’s. Soft flamenco music fills the car making the ride less awkward.

“Can I change the song? Are you going to talk to me at any point?”

You’re met with more silence. Fuck! You can’t for the life of you understand why Sergio’s shunning you.

“Usually, when someone is mad at their friend, they tell them so they can talk things through… to make things right. I mean, why offer to drive me home if you’re just going to ignore me the whole time?”

You turn to look at Sergio who doesn’t even flinch. You have the right mind of asking him to stop the car and let you out, but it’s dark out and you wouldn’t feel safe. However, the hostility hurts enough to push you to walk the remainder of the way…

Finally, you surrender. If it’s silence that he wants, it’s silence that he’ll get. “Fine, just ignore me.”

A solid minute passes before Sergio speaks, and when he does his voice is a little raspy. “So you’re seeing Cristiano?”

“Oh so now you want to speak.” You scoff and turn to look out the window, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Of all the guys you could’ve chosen, why Cris?”

You don’t have it in you to explain that you’re only fuckbuddies with his teammate, you figure you want to make him suffer a little.

“Where did you two even meet?” he continues.

If finally dawns on you. It drops like a ton of bricks. “Sergio, are you jealous?”

His silence is all the confirmation you need.

He can’t possibly be, can he? “Is this a sick joke?” you question, and turn your whole body to face Sergio’s who is still focused on the road ahead. Your apartment building comes into view, so you speak quickly. “Are you trying to mess with my head? Is this your idea of punishment?”

It doesn’t make sense, and Sergio’s not explaining anything which only further upsets you.

“Say something! Anything… please!

“Y/N, drop it, okay?” he snaps. “Just drop it!”

“How do you expect me to drop this?” you argue, your mind reeling with the revelation. How could you not have seen the signs? Were there even signs? “You drop this bomb, out of nowhere might I add, and you want me to just drop it? When were you planning on telling me this? Were you even going to tell me?”

Sergio drives into the underground parking lot of your building and finds the spot closest to the elevator. He kills the engine and turns to face you, “Will you be good to go up alone?”

You watch him in with disbelief. “So we’re not gonna talk about it?”

He nods his head.

You give in, too exhausted to fight him. “Walk me up to my apartment?”


You both climb out of the car and walk to the elevator in silence. The elevator ride to your apartment is short, which you’re grateful for because the awkward silence is too much for you to bear.

You walk into your apartment. “Would you like anything to drink? Water… soda?”

“No, I should get going.”

Sergio’s turned on all the lights in your apartment because he knows you freak out a little in the dark. It’s the little things he does… The little things you should’ve noticed, the little signs.

“Can we please talk about this, Sergio?” You’re not one to beg, but you’re also desperate not to lose an important person in your life. “Please.”

“What is there to say?”

“A lot! There are so many questions I have that need answers, Sergio! Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you wait to tell me?”

He just stands there, staring at you.

“Please talk to me.”

“And say what? Honestly, Y/N forget I said anything, alright? I’m happy for you, really I am,” he forces a smile. “Cris is a good guy, I know he’ll treat you right.”

You shake your head. “No… No! Don’t try to be the bigger person, quit that crap because it won’t work with me!”

“What crap?”

“You’re happy for me?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to be honest with me. I want the truth.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. “And what does the truth change?”


“Cristiano is my friend.”

“Could you forget about Cristiano? For like… five seconds, just forget about him, alright? This is about you and me. You made a confession in that car and I want to know–”

“FUCK WHAT I SAID IN THE DAMN CAR!” You jump at his outburst and when he sees that he’s startled you, he reels himself. When he speaks the next time his voice is notably lowered, “It’s too late.”

“It’s not.”

“It is!”

After a short pause, you confess, “No strings attached…”

Sergio’s facial features morph into a puzzled expression. “What?”

“Me and Cristiano… it’s a no strings attached thing. We met a couple of weeks ago at this party and…” you shrug, at a loss for words. “It’s just sex with him.”

Relief washes over Sergio but still, he makes no move towards you.

“That’s the deal with that.”

Sergio lets out a shaky breath. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

“I should’ve mentioned it sooner but… it’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

You scoff. “Where I go, complication follows.”

You take steps towards Sergio and he meets you halfway, welcoming you into his arms. Nothing is resolved between you both, but you’re glad to finally have him talking again. You look up at Sergio who bends his head to look down at you.

“So… that drink…?”

Sergio tilts his head and presses his lips to yours. You’re surprised by the softness of his lips, and the delicateness of the kiss. Your hands reach for the hem of Sergio’s t-shirt, clutching tightly onto the material, afraid to release him in case he vanishes into thin air. This can’t be real, you think to yourself as you press your body against Sergio’s. His kisses are like no other, the movement of his lips… the way he nibbles on your lower lip…

Your hands fist in his hair, pulling at the short strands to direct his mouth over yours. You moan softly when Sergio deepens the kiss, stroking your tongue with his own. In one swift movement, he cups the back of your head and ass, then lifts you off of the ground.

Against your lips, he says, “I want you either way, complicated or not.”

In response, you kiss him, with so much passion you think you’ll burst into tears. You’re vaguely aware of Sergio walking, feeling the couch against your back seconds later. Sergio hovers over you, one knee on the couch, the other foot planted on the floor and his upper body supported by his arms on either side of your head.

“Will you let me in?”

You’re stunned in a daze as you watch Sergio lower his body to yours, your legs parting to accommodate the width of his hips.

“What do you say?” he coaxes.

You nod, and respond to his question with a whispered, “Yes.”

He lowers his head and takes your mouth again. You think you’ll get addicted to his lips. He knows the right places to touch, the right spots to nibble at which is why it comes as a complete shock to you when he abruptly pulls away and stumbles onto his feet.

You gasp for air, and breathlessly ask, “Is everything okay?”

He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “No… I… I can’t do this. Not when I know you’ve been with him… And you’re wearing his t-shirt…”

Cristiano. You were in such a hurry to leave his house that you didn’t bother changing out of his t-shirt. You sit up on the couch, reaching for Sergio but he takes a step away from you. “I explained that–”

He turns on his heels and is out before you can finish your sentence leaving you confused as hell. What the hell just happened?


Originally posted by vivienlola

“Can I get you a drink?” The waiter asked the two of you. You looked over at Cristiano and waited for him to order first. “I’ll just get a water.” He replied and you looked up at the waiter. “Same.” You simply said, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Alright.” The waiter smiled down at you before walking away from the table. Cristiano watched as he disappeared into the rest of the restaurant and shook his head. “His eyes were somewhere they shouldn’t be.” He grumbled, still looking in the direction the waiter had just walked off into. “I doubt that.” You denied and Cristiano finally looked over at you, raising his eyebrows upward. “Right.” He leaned back against the chair and you smiled at him. “Even if he was I’m sorry I’m just so hot. I can’t help that.” You smirked and that caused Cristiano to laugh at you. “It just comes naturally, right?” “Yes, in fact it does-” You were cut off when the waiter came back with your drinks. “Here you go, beautiful.” He placed your cup of water in front of you and gave you a small smile. You smiled in return and picked up your water, taking a sip of it. “What? I don’t get a compliment?” Cristiano asked as the waiter had walked away. You swallowed your water and almost spit it out from laughing. “Cristiano!” You giggled and he looked over at you and you realized he was not in a happy mood. “What’s wrong?” “He’s all over you! You’re clearly out with me and he doesn’t understand that.” He growled. His voice was even deeper than it usually is and it was now raspy. You were about to say something when the waiter came back and stood facing you, his back to Cristiano. “Are you ready to order?” He asked, holding his notepad up. You looked over at Cristiano who was now fuming. “Not at the moment, but can I ask you something?” You asked him and he nodded his head. “Anything!” “Can you possibly stop trying to be all flirty with me? It’s not very professional and on top of that I am happily taken by that man you are rudely excluding right now.” The waiters eyes widened and he looked over at Cristiano who had a smug smile on his face. He nodded his head extremely fast and walked away from the table. “No need to get jealous.” You laughed at Cris and he just sat back smiling at you. After that you got a new waiter and Cristiano was extremely happy he wasn’t trying to hit on you.

my talisman cristiano ronaldo


Word count: 1 772 words
Featuring: Cristiano Ronaldo & Y/N
Synopsis: Cristiano and girlfriend, Y/N fight after he loses a match

“Would you mind if I changed the T.V. channel?” You grab the remote off of the armrest and turn to your best friend who’s sat beside you on the couch, giving you a quizzing look. You explain, “Real Madrid’s got a game tonight, and I just want to check the score. It’s almost halftime.”

You friend rolls their eyes, and sighs, “I mean… if you must.”

You smile apologetically and proceed to flick through the channels until you land on the sports channel where the match’s being broadcast.

“Just five minutes and we’ll switch it off. I’m just curious to see what’s going on.”

You lean into your seat and tuck your feet beneath your behind, watching the screen anxiously. The score’s currently nil-nil, but Real seems to be on the verge of scoring their first goal. Your boyfriend Cristiano breaks free from the cluster of players and starts sprinting across the field. Your mouth falls open as you watch in astonishment.

Your cross your fingers on your lap. “Come on, babe… You can do this,” you say under your breath.

He crosses the midfield line, and you almost jump off your chair, unable to tear your eyes from the television. You really believe he’s going to do it, you know he can, and he’s a few feet from the goalpost, ready to shoot when…

A player blindsides him, and kicks a little too high, right on the side of Cristiano’s face. Oh… shit! There’s blood, a lot of it, and you watch Cristiano cry out in pain.

“Is he… bleeding?”

You push onto your feet, and start screaming at the television. “What the hell just happened? Somebody needs to do something about that!”

“Y/N, calm down…”

Calm down? “Do you hear yourself?” You know it seems dramatic, but your boyfriend is laying on a field, and you’re watching it all unfold from your living room. If only you were at the Bernabeu, but right now you feel helpless. “He could be seriously hurt. Look at all that blood.”

You turn back to the screen and watch as the paramedics’ fuss over Cristiano who looks to be in agonizing pain.

“It looks rough. That’s sure to hurt in the morning. Do you think he’ll still play?”

You shake your head, never taking your eyes off of the screen. “It looks really bad, I don’t think he will.”

Cristiano pushes onto his feet and looks to one of the cameras recording the match. You just know he’s looking to you, and it simply breaks your heart because you’re not there to comfort him, even if you would’ve been sitting in the VIP box suite.

Feeling guilty for ignoring your friend, you turn to them and explain, “I’m sorry, I just want to see the end of the first half, and then we can continue hanging out.”

They wave their hand dismissively, their eyes fixated on their phone screen. “No worries, it’s your boyfriend, and he looks badly hurt. Watch all you want, girl.”

You’re thankful for their understanding, especially since you know they’re not much of a soccer fan. “I really hope he’s okay…” You’re saying it more to yourself.

The camera pans, following Cristiano off the field and you scramble for your cell phone, sending a text to Cristiano: ‘Just saw what happened, how badly are you hurt? Text me when you can <3’. You clutch the phone to your chest, and jump when the phone vibrates, signaling an incoming text.

Cristiano’s reply is a picture of his injury, it’s a slight cut and not too deep but it still looks like it hurts a lot. The image isn’t accompanied by any text but you make nothing of it, he’s badly hurt and the last thing he wants to be doing is texting you.

“I think we need more snacks.”

You agree with your friend. “Lots of them.”

You’re pacing up and down the living room, sick with anxiety when you hear Cristiano’s car pulling into the driveway of the house. Your heart does a little leap, eager to finally see him and inspect the cut yourself. It’s just after midnight, and your friend’s now sleeping and you’re glad because that means you will have privacy to be with Cristiano.

You run to the door, and step out into the night. Cristiano’s just getting out of the car, his head down so he can’t see you. He walks to the back of the car to retrieve his bags from the boot. When he closes it, he looks up and freezes when he sees you standing at the door.

He doesn’t smile like you expect him to, the first telling sign of his bad mood but you pay it no mind, attributing it to Real’s bad game. You make your way down the short flight of stairs, and throw your arms around Cristiano when you reach him.

“I saw everything, and I am so sorry. Does it hurt?”

“A little.” He doesn’t elaborate. “Come on, let’s get inside the house.”

“Do you need help with your bags?”

“No, I’ll manage.”

You sigh and surrender, not wanting to start a fight. It’s obvious he’s still worked up about what happened, and pushing him will only deepen his frustration. Still, you can’t decide if the anger is directed at you, or the player who kicked him, and you’re not willing to drop it until you know the answer to your question.

You follow Cristiano into the house and close the door behind you, ensuring to lock it. Cris is already halfway up the staircase, en route your bedroom. Inside voices, you remind yourself before entering the chamber. Arguing with him is the last thing you want to be doing, especially with a guest in the house.

You ruffle your hair and straighten your shoulders. “Cris, we need to talk.”

“What about?”

You close the bedroom door behind you and lean into it. “About your mood. Something seems… off.

He shrugs, throwing his bags onto the bed, and starts digging for his wash bag. “I’m fine.”

His short answers are all the confirmation that you need. “No, you’re not. You can’t even look at me. And you’re being… passive.”

“I’m great.”

You roll your eyes, and cross your arms across your chest, your ‘stern stance’. “As you can see, Mr. Ronaldo, I am not dropping this until we discuss it like grown adults discuss issues they have. It’s been a difficult match for you, I understand but I want to comfort you. I want to be there for you, please allow me to do my job as your girlfriend.”

A plethora of emotions pass his face, anger… irritation… hurt. . . and then, disappointment. His shoulders slump and his eyes look dejected.

“I can see the hurt in your face,” you whisper and plead, “Let me help ease it.”

“I just feel like…” His facial features screw up to make a slight face, he’s at a loss for words. “I feel like I let the team down, you know? Like I let my fans down tonight.”

“Oh, babe… It wasn’t your fault, and you know that. There was nothing you could do tonight, you were injured and–”

“And to make matters worse, my girlfriend wasn’t in the stands to support me.”

Oh? “What?”

“Did I stutter? You weren’t at tonight’s match, we were doomed to fail from the start!”

Now you’re really confused. “Cristiano, do you hear yourself? What did I have to do with your loss tonight? And keep your voice down, we have a guest.”

He rolls his eyes. “I mean I know she’s your friend, but right now? I don’t give a fuck if I wake her!”

His wild eyes and irritated expression have you fighting back your laughter. He really looks ridiculous upset with you.

“Why do you look like you want to laugh?”

You bite into your cheeks and swallow back the laughter. When you’ve calmed down, you say, “Laugh? Me? No…”

Cris shakes his head. “You really should’ve been there tonight.”

“You still haven’t told me why!”

With a smirk, he taunts, “Look who’s raising their voice now.”

“Cristiano, talk or I swear I’m going to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms.”

He scowls. “Is it not obvious?”

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t be asking you if it was so obvious.”

“You’re my… talisman.”

You’re astounded. “Talisman? As in your lucky charm?” You laugh hysterically. “You think I’m your lucky… charm?”

“I know you are.”

“You’re going to have to explain how you came to that conclusion.”

“We haven’t lost a single game since the start of this season, and you have been present at each game. Today, you don’t come support from the stands and not only do we lose, but I get fucking injured! What more proof do you need?”

You’re touched by his hypothesis, but you also feel it’s a bit of a stretch. “I am so not your… talisman. I mean, tonight was unfortunate and–”

“No, Y/N! No… Tonight, I…” He pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “You don’t get it. You don’t… When I looked up at the stands and knew you weren’t there cheering me on I… And that idiot kicked me in the face… You know, I looked for you?”

“I realized you were looking for me. I was…” your voice sounds mousy, so weak, with so much emotion. “I saw you looking for a camera.”

“I needed you there tonight.”

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, but you knew that…” You’re tired of the arguing, all you want to do is cuddle with Cristiano. “Can we drop this? I don’t like fighting with you.”

After seconds of an internal delegation, Cristiano gives in, shooting you the brightest of smiles. “I agree. Fighting you is draining.”

Batting your eyelashes, you ask, “I’m your talisman, ey?”

Cristiano chuckles softly, and drops his head. “Yes, you are. You are my talisman, I need you there in the stands.”

“You flatter me too much.” You turn to lock the door, and when you turn around you’re determined to seduce. “I’m glad we could resolve that. I have another idea of how you could uh… channel your frustrations at me. That’s if you are still frustrated with me.”

You slowly pad across Cristiano and snake your arms around his waist. You press onto your toes and kiss the tip of his chin. “All access,” you say suggestively.

Cristiano lips hovers over yours, and a hum sounds from deep in his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

You purse your lips and kiss him. “I also want to take a look at that scar. That was a lot of blood…”

Cristiano presses another kiss to your lips and moans. “Hurt like a bitch too.”

You entwine your arms around Cristiano’s neck, allowing him to lift off the floor. “Fear no, Y/N is here to take care of you!”

“We’ll have to be real quiet.”

“I’ll try to be but I can’t promise you anything.”


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Cristiano had three important things that featured in his everyday life.

  1.  Football (obviously)
  2. Cristiano Junior (that little boy was the light of his life)
  3. His girlfriend Roquelle (ever since the Lebanese/Portuguese had walked into his life he had been utterly besotted)

Football was a stand alone thing. He went to training, worked hard, kept improving and then used his home gym. It never tended to mess with his personal life too much.

Whereas his son and Roquelle mixed every single day.

Roquelle had moved in with her boyfriend of just over a year a month ago. And so far things were good.

He woke up to her in the morning, they ate together, he watched her get ready (and vice versa because hot damn, Cris had an amazing body) and the fell asleep next to each other.

Cris Jr was almost as enchanted by Roquelle as Cris was.

He loved having a ‘mother’ figure around that wasn’t his Nana. He connected with Roquelle because she was younger than his Nana. Junior was able to play with Roquelle and run around with her while his Nana had a break.

(Trust me, to Cris’ Mother is was an absolute blessing which made her love Roquelle even more)

Junior had even nicknamed his new best friend, ‘Rocky’.

With Cris having training most days and matches or promotional things on the days where training didn’t occupy him, Junior found himself spending more and more time with Roquelle. Not that he minded; Roquelle was always up for a game with him, to help him with homework or just to take him out. Stuff that Cris was always too tired or busy to do.

After his latest line of clothing was released and Real Madrid kept up the ambition of a title and a Champions League Cristiano found it harder and harder to be home every night. He found himself staying around his teammates houses or hotels.

(Once he even fell asleep at the training ground on a pool lounger.)

(The caretaker got the shock of his life when he was cleaning it.)

No longer was he able to pick up Junior from school, that job was now assigned to Roquelle.

Slowly he found the time he spent at home with Junior and Roquelle decreasing.

He had no idea why Roquelle was sticking with him. He was barely ever home and when he was he was too tired to participate in even the simplest activities, like dinner. He was so aware that plenty of people were interested in Roquelle, he only had to look on Instagram to see the various footballers and celebrities liking her pictures.

It was the texts she received from him whenever he was home, stating that he missed her and loved her and he would come home soon.

It was the way he sent flowers to her work every week which made her co-workers ‘awww’ and drool.

But mostly it was the way he was with Junior. At first Junior hadn’t adapted to his Dad being away so much and was constantly crying and throwing tantrums, refusing to talk to anyone apart from his Dad. Nothing broke Cris’ heart more than seeing his little boy upset. He had solved this problem quickly. He bought Junior a bottle of his cologne so he could spray it whenever he missed his Daddy, he gave him his favourite shirt so he could pretend it was Daddy and he tried his best to call him every night and told him stories.

It was a late night in Catalonia and Real Madrid had just won against Espanyol 3-0. Cris was in high spirits, the team had just been out for a meal and had now all retired to their separate rooms to contact loved ones. (Or in Toni’s case get back to the latest TV show he had become borderline obsessed with: How To Get Away With Murder.)

Cris was scrolling down his Instagram timeline and saw a post from Roquelle’s account.

It was a picture of herself and Junior in the pool. Junior was in Roquelle’s arms and the Lebanese/Portuguese stunner was leaning her head against Junior’s and was beaming.

An ache entered Cris’ stomach. He was jealous? Of his son?

His son was growing closer to Roquelle than he was and that scared him. What if Roquelle was only with him to spend time with Junior?

He desired nothing more than to be with them, cooking dinner with them, waking up to the sound of laughter and the smell of pancakes drizzled with honey and covered in berries.

But he wasn’t there.

He was in Catalonia, alone in a hotel room, having not spent time with the two loves of his life in over a month.

He quickly ran out of his room and down the corridor to Zidane’s room. He knocked rapidly until his coach answered, looking rather pissed off.

“Can I help you Cristiano?”

“I need to get a plane back to Madrid. Now.”

“Has something happened Cris?”

“No.” Cris answered, running a hand through his hair. “I miss my son and my girlfriend. I haven’t seen them properly in weeks.”

“I know Cris. We’ve all noticed. Marcelo came to talk to me about it. So I have a deal for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“You fly back tomorrow morning and you can miss a few days of training. But you can’t attend other commitments. This time off is for your person, not your business.” Zidane explained. Cris nodded eagerly. “I’m glad you agree. Now go sleep and be ready to leave in the morning.

Cris walked into his house, dumping his bags in the living room and walking straight into the garden as he knew that was where Junior and Roquelle were.

He stepped onto the lush green grass and caught sight of his son and girlfriend were playing football. Roquelle was in goal and his son was taking a penalty against her. Junior heard footsteps and turned and saw his Daddy smiling.

“PAPA!” He screamed, abandoning the penalty and running straight to his Dad. Cris scooped him up and buried his face into his neck.

“Hey buddy.” Cris smiled. Junior pulled his head back.

“What’re you doing home Daddy? Rocky said you weren’t coming home for two weeks.”

“I missed you and Rocky baby.” He smiled, his son hugging him tighter.

Roquelle chose this moment to walk up to her boyfriend.

“Roq…” He breathed, pulling her close to him with the arm that wasn’t holding Junior. His girlfriend placed small kisses along his jawline before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. Cristiano responded instantly, kissing her back.

“Daddy! Rocky! Stop!” Junior squealed, making the couple pull apart laughing.

Later that night Cris and Roquelle were lying in bed together.

“You know I got jealous when I was away.” Cris saying, playing with her fingers.

“You weren’t stalking my Instagram were you? Because I swear Hernandez liked that photo by accident and-“

“I got jealous of Junior.”


“He gets to see you every day and I don’t. I got jealous.”

“Oh honey, you know I love you and I love Junior. But next time, we’ll come on a trip with you. Sound good?”

“Mhmm.” Cris hummed, pressing his lips to the base of her neck. She wriggled and placed her hand on his chest to stop him.

We have plenty of time for that but go to sleep Cris, it’s been a long day.” Cris groaned at her words and rolled over to sleep.

“Night you jealous idiot.” Roquelle laughed.

That was all Cris needed to fall into the best sleep he’d had in months.

Tudo em mim.. - Cristiano Ronaldo

A/N: I was feeling really cheesy emotional man idk so here you go! You don’t have to read the others but if you want to have a little background info on the relationship, you can read this and the others too if u want to idk u dont have to so enjoy! :) x

“…and then we were flying through the air, Y/N! It was so cool!” Ninho spoke excitedly, recounting the parasailing adventure he’d just returned from.

She beamed at the young boy through the screen of her phone, wishing she could be there in person with him rather than having to settle for conversations over facetime. The season in Madrid had ended much too quickly for her liking and as much as she’d wanted to spend the summer with two of her favourite boys in Portugal, she had a duty to support her brother in Chile.

Leo had always wanted to play for Argentina and so once the opportunity had been presented to him, she’d supported him at every moment. And her support had carried her all the way to Chile for the Copa America where she hoped with all her heart the Argentines could lift the trophy they hadn’t been able to in the world cup.

“Woah, so you were like superman, huh?” she commented, upon which Ninho nodded.

“Yeah! I was flying and I could see everything! I wish you’d been with me though, then you could’ve seen it too.” Ninho replied with a sigh and an adorable pout to finish.

“Ninho? There you are - oh, hello there, angel,” Cristiano’s face appeared next to Ninho’s on the screen and the longing in her chest intensified, wanting nothing more than to bury her face into his neck and inhale the scent of him.

“Hi baby,” she replied much too shyly, feeling more giddy than she usually did around him.

He shot his son a playful glare.

“So now you’re having secret call sessions? Trying to steal my girl man? That’s not cool,” he teased, tickling Ninho in the sides, which resulted in his infectiously loud giggles.

“Oi, don’t abuse my superman just because you’re jealous of what we have,” she playfully retorted.

“Mhm. Well I hate to cut your little electronic rendez-vous short, but it’s your superman’s bed time,” Cris replied, scooping a still-giggling Ninho into his arms.

She chuckled to herself and watched as Cris took the iPad from Ninho before tucking him into bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight Y/N!” Ninho called out, and she replied by blowing him a kiss and wishing him sweet dreams as Cristiano shut off the lights and moved into his own room.

“Finally, I get a moment of your time,” he teased, settling on his bed and smiling to himself as he let his eyes rake over the form of her he could see on the screen. Longing to run his fingers through her dark locks that were curtained around her as he pressed his lips to her pouty ones that somehow managed to look inviting even through the screen of his iPad.

“Hello? Earth to Cristiano,” she called out, noticing the daze her boyfriend had fallen into.

He shook his head, sighing.

“You see what you do to me, angel? I miss you so much that even when I can see you all I want is to have you here,” Cristiano replied, making her emit a sad sigh.

“I miss you too,” she admitted, tucking her hair behind her ear, a simple action that made Cristiano’s chest tighten with want.

The longest they’d ever been apart was a few weeks when she’d left him and those had been hell. But that had been almost a year ago and he was too used to coming home to her and waking up with her hair fanned across his chest.

The summer so far had consisted of two and a half torturous weeks without her and as much as he respected Lionel Messi, he wished the man had chosen to play for Spain instead of Argentina just so it meant Y/N could stay within a closer time zone and still support her brother. He’d tried to distract himself by pouring his soul into his son, yet it wasn’t as easy of a task as he’d thought since he was all too accustomed to having Y/N around with Ninho.

The two were his family, his whole world and he was finding it extremely difficult to cope with only having one of them around. You’d think Cristiano Ronaldo of all people wouldn’t be so weak, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the sun that his earth revolved around and the gravity that kept him grounded. Without her, he was losing himself.

“Just a couple more weeks, then I’m all yours,” she sighed on the other end of the line.

Cristiano smiled to himself, wondering why the thought hadn’t come to him before.

All his.

- - -

She thanked the butler as he proceeded to take her belongings upstairs before wandering through the villa towards the source of the sound she could hear. Part of her was exhausted from the 17 hours of traveling from Chile to St Tropez and just wanted to find the nearest surface suitable to collapse on, whilst the other part wanted to find Cristiano and Jr. The latter dominated as she leaned against the doorframe of the living room, watching a giggling Ninho lying on his father’s back as Cristiano did push ups.

She loved their relationship and she had no doubt in her mind that once he retired, the club Cristiano moved on to coach would certainly become one of the best in the world. He was a determined man who was passionate about everything he did, whether it was off the pitch or on the pitch. A quality that she knew she would never find in a different man, not that she had any intention of doing so (and not that Cristiano would even let the poor man live if she were to find him).

Ninho’s head turned and with a dramatic gasp of her name, rolled off his father’s back and ran towards her, almost knocking her over with the force he threw his arms around her with. She held him close, sighing at the relief of the knot inside of her chest unwinding as he rested his head on her shoulder, hugging her with his little arms.

Cristiano stood up, a smile playing at his lips as he watched the scene in front of him. The moment was too precious and he wished he could freeze time as he watched Y/N press a loving kiss to Ninho’s cheek, holding him close. He took out his phone and captured a picture of the two, his heart warming at the loving smile on Y/N’s face looking at Ninho. He turned his attention back to the real life pair, feeling the breath knocked out of him as her eyes met his and suddenly he felt frozen - his palms growing sweaty and his heart beginning to hammer inside of his chest.

But he gravitated towards her without even realizing it, closing his eyes and burying his face into the side of hers as she wrapped her arms around his torso. He couldn’t hold her tight enough; despite the near-death grip he had on her.

Even as she felt a sense of serenity and calm overcome her she still felt like she wanted him closer, almost as if he could become a part of her and remain there forever. She heard him emit a shaky breath as his lips began pressing whatever they found in their way and it was enough to let her know that he felt the exact same way.

“I missed you so much,” he didn’t even realise he’d breathed as he rested his forehead on hers.

“I’m here now,” she reassured him, cupping his face before leaning up on her toes to connect their lips. She felt him sigh before he took control of the kiss, his arms going around her hips and lifting her into his arms to level their faces and give him better access to her lips.

She couldn’t help but giggle as his lips moved away from hers and took trail all over her face, so caught up in the moment that they’d forgotten Ninho would want to be the last one to witness the show. Sure enough when Cris put her down and they turned to the little boy, he had his hands covering his eyes and his nose scrunched up.

“Are you done?” he loudly called out, making them laugh.

She followed suit as Cristiano scooped him up and swung him over his shoulder, beginning to walk towards his room.

“Come on little man, bed time,” he announced, making Ninho pout.

“But I wanna stay up and talk to Y/N,” he whined, dragging her name out at the end.

“Y/N needs to rest, as do you. You can catch up over breakfast tomorrow morning,” Cris told him, setting him down in bed and pulling the covers over him.

“But tomorrow morning aren’t you gonna ask her to-” Ninho began excitedly before Cris cut him off.

“Ninho! It’s late,” he said, widening his eyes comically before he leaned in to whisper something into his son’s ear.

Y/N crossed her arms.

“So I leave you alone for a few days and now you two are scheming against me? What is this?” she asked, pouting.

Ninho giggles, holding out his arms which she gladly walked over to as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Good night Y/N. I love you!” he said, making her shake her head fondly at the child before allowing Cris to shut off the lights, pull her into his side and guide her out to their room.

- - -

The next morning she found herself sighing in contentment as she was hit with the morning breeze whilst gazing out at the beach as she waited for the boys to join her for breakfast. The villa Cristiano had rented was located at a spot that guaranteed the best rays of the sun along with the best scenery surrounding it.

Cristiano let out a shaky breath as he watched her, feeling slightly nervous. The breeze blew her dark hair around her, contrasting the white dress she was wearing and making her appear to be every bit the angel she already was in his eyes. And suddenly, as she turned her head and smiled at him, he didn’t feel nervous anymore.

So he walked over to her and took her outstretched hand in his.

He knelt down on one knee and poured his heart out to her as her eyes began to swim in tears because of his words.

And when he finally asked her to marry him, she responded with a yes in a heartbeat.

Ninho appeared in the doorway, smiling shyly at her as Cristiano slipped the ring onto her finger. She caught his eye and grinned at him as he ran over excitedly, looking down at her and Cristiano’s hands.

“Does this mean I can call you mamãe now?” he asked her.

She couldn’t stop herself from pulling the young boy into her arms and holding him to her chest, overcome with emotion. It was such a simple question were you to look at logically yet she couldn’t even muster up a single yes to answer the boy.

So she let Cristiano answer for her as he pulled the pair into his own arms, pressing a kiss to Ninho’s head before pressing one to hers. Finally uniting them as a whole for good.

Learn To Walk.

Part two to this. Daddy Cristiano warms my heart completely. 

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“Iria.” Junior sits on the floor, opens his arms and wiggles his hands. It catches her attention, her big brown eyes focus on Junior’s wiggling fingers and she reaches forward; her chubby hand trying to grab his digits. She pushes herself to her feet as she holds onto my hands, her legs shaking before she slumps back down again, landing with a soft thud on her padded butt.
Cristiano sits to the side of us, his phone in his hand but his eyes are on the interaction.
She looks around, her gaze lands on one of her brightly coloured blocks. Noticing this, Junior pulls it from her reach and moves it slightly away from her. “Come on Iria. Come on,” he beckons her.

She grins, her face brightening up instantly as she gives everyone in the room a big gummy smile. I watch as Cristiano grins back at her. His expression is like one I’ve never known before her birth. He was kind, loving and attentive. He loved Junior with no limits and no bounds but seeing him with his daughter was a completely new experience. He doted on her, was always picking her up and speaking to her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and once she started smiling? Both him and Junior did everything they could to get her to smile and laugh more.

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anonymous asked:

Hi ! Can you do "Dating Cristiano would include" please ? :)

i hope that’s kinda what you wanted? (it was so much fun writing this that this will be 2 parts lol) 👅💙


Dating Cristiano would include … 

… Waking up early. Way too early. It’s six a.m. when Cristiano’s alarm starts to      go off, its shrill beeps echoing through the large bedroom. 

Even though Cristiano had pulled the curtains closed before you went to sleep last night, the already warm sun has found a way in, creeping through the tiny gaps left between the thin fabric and letting a golden, hazy light embrace you. 

“Alarm,” you mumble into your pillow, not ready to open your eyes and start the day just yet. Instead of turning the alarm off, Cristiano wraps his arm around your middle, pulling you against his firm chest. Effortlessly, it seems. No surprise, considering his impressive physique. 

You sigh. “Turn it off, Cris.” Had the clock not been sitting on Cristiano’s nightstand, you would’ve done it yourself. However, it is his alarm, waking him up for one of his daily training sessions with Real. Training wouldn’t start until eight but Cris always likes to go for a jog early in the morning, when Madrid’s sun is less aggressive. 

When the clock goes off for the third time and Cristiano still doesn’t make any sort of move to turn it off, you groan with annoyance, pushing yourself up on your elbows and reaching over him. With more force than necessary, you press the on-screen button to deactivate the alarm. 

Cristiano grins as he pushes his arms underneath the pillow. 

“I hate you,” you tell him while you admire the way his tan, ripped body looks in contradistinction to the white sheets. 

“You don’t,” he murmurs, before he adds, “Good morning, querida.” 

With a chuckle, you let yourself fall back onto the mattress. “You’re so corny. Good morning to you, too.” 

… Cristiano Junior. He’s sitting on one of the barstools placed around the kitchen island, a bowl of colorful cereal on the marble countertop. He’s eating wordlessly, his honey eyes sleepy and dangling his small feet. 

“It’s not that early anymore,” you comment as you walk into the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss to Junior’s dark curls and smiling at Cristiano, who’s sitting across from his son to prepare his lunchbox. 

Junior snorts. “Yes, it is.” 

Cristiano looks at him with one of his eyebrows raised. He’s already wearing his Real Madrid sweat suit, clinging to his broad shoulders and muscular chest in all the right places. You, too, would much rather wear comfortable sportswear instead of the formfitting, waist-high skirt and the blouse. 

“I still haven’t gotten used to the purple,” you tell Cristiano, nodding towards his clothes. He chuckles. 

“Me neither.” 

“I like it, papai,” remarks Junior. 

Cristiano grins down at him while ruffling his hair, making Junior try to slap his hand away with a giggle, “Ah, obrigado, Cris.”

With an impish smile that reminds you so much of his father that it makes your heart melt, Junior continues, “But I like Y/N’s clothes more.”

Cristiano clicks his tongue in mock affront, then claps his hands together. “Okay. What car are you taking today, Y/N? I’m driving the Range Rover. Cris can walk to school toady, eh?” 

“Hey!” exclaims Junior, throwing his hands up in the air. 

You laugh. 

… Flowers. That’s the first thing you see when you walk into your office. Pink flowers, to be exact. Your favorite. 

Your co-worker Mia winks at you through the glass door when she walks past. It’s a little embarrassing maybe, but it’s just so Cristiano. 

When you first met him three years ago, you’d had a totally different idea of him in your mind. One that included a lot of women (which, to be quite honest, hadn’t been that inaccurate; he had been sort of a womanizer in his twenties), way more parties and excesses a professional footballer should have, and no manners whatsoever. 

He had been quick to put you right, though. It was the day your employer Nike had signed Cristiano to be one of their main ambassadors slash promoter and you had been in charge of making sure everything turned out to be a nice experience for him. Which had been surprisingly easy considering his only demand had been enough water and fruit. He’d been polite, friendly, asked the right questions, gave the right answers and cracked jokes with everyone around him. He’d also posed for at least a hundred pictures without sighing once.  

To say the least, you’d been impressed.

And you still are. 

… Cuddling. In the evenings, after training, press conferences and visits at the physio’s, Cristiano likes to cuddle on the couch. He spoons you, resting his face against the nape of your neck, whispering sweet nothings and pressing the occasional kiss to your skin. 

Junior is in bed already, after protesting for half an hour even though there was no way anyone could have missed the tiredness making his voice soft or the heaviness of his eyelids. It’s the same as every night. 

“God, I’m beat,” Cristiano whispers, running his long fingers through your hair and tucking it behind your ear. 

“No surprise there,” you reply, turning your head so he can see your smile. You get one in response, too. 

The TV’s switched off but the French door that leads to your huge backyard is ajar, allowing you to listen to the birds chirping and the pool purling quietly. Madrid is really nice, you think. Living here, with Cristiano and his son, is nice, too. 

It’s not always easy like this, of course. There’s the media that always try to make Cristiano out to be an asshole or portray you as someone he only spends time with to get over Irina Shayk, or whatever other wild stories they make up.

People always tend to make a big fuss about Cristiano, no matter the situation. It can be hard, and it’s difficult to know people are watching your every step, even when you’re on vacation, but it’s a lot less stressful whenever you remember that it’s Cristiano and Junior you share those moments of your life with. 

And yes, you think again as Cristiano pecks your neck once more, it’s nice here.