this just reminded me to cristiano

So you guys, I’ve read the article… they say they source is someone very close to Cristiano (as they always say). But A Bola is a pretty reliable newspaper. Like I said, the article’s main point and what they say is “the last drop” in Cristiano’s decision is the tax evasion accusations. A Bola even goes as far as quoting this source and saying Cristiano is done “being the clown in the circus” they (presumably Spanish authorities and media) are trying to build around his name. He’s done being the “scape goat” and felt “offended” and “hurt” by Real Madrid suggesting he should reach an agreement with the authorities and pay a fine. They then refer several different legal experts that have explained why Cristiano is not guilty of evading his tax duties. 

Finally, the article also makes sure to point out that this wasn’t an easy decision and that what’s at stake isn’t Cristiano being unhappy with the club, but being unhappy living in Spain and he wants to move. 

There are always two options with this type of “close source” articles - you either believe them or you don’t. Other publications like Record, Marca and AS as well as reputable professionals like portuguese journalist Nuno Luz and spanish journalist Tomás Roncero have confirmed Cristiano’s desire to leave going as far as saying this has something that’s been on his mind for a long time now. 

If it’s true, this is clearly a case of Cristiano being fed up with the way he’s treated in Spain, which I think we can all agree is deplorable. We forget he’s human and having his name associated with a number of stupid stories every damn day has got to be extenuating. According to Roncero, Real Madrid are hoping this is a decision made in the heat of the moment and that Cristiano will think it over until the start of next season. I agree, I think the past week has been unbelievable with the amount of people talking about Cristiano’s personal life, accusing him of a bunch of different things, and it has all come at the same time and that’s got to be really hard. 

So I guess what I’m saying is… what the original A Bola article says is partially true - I don’t have a hard time believing Cristiano is done with all this bullshit - but I don’t think the decision is “irreversible”. I think that after this all dies down, after this story serves its purpose which is to scare the living shit out of the tax authorities, Real Madrid, and everyone really, after everything calms down, in the end, Cristiano won’t leave. What he is doing right now is demanding a little bit of respect, reminding everyone that he still holds the wheel, that people can’t just invent whatever they want about him and use his name to, like that source said, start a “circus”. He’s hit his limit, and he’s done, and he’s allowed to be done, but him leaving would seriously harm a lot of different institutions, especially Real Madrid and the Spanish state. So, in the end, this is him throwing an ultimatum out there: you either stop treating me like shit, or I leave. That’s my take on it. 

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.”

Going...Down?

I practically ran to the elevator, my feet screaming to be released from the high black pumps I wore and my stomach rumbling to remind myself I had skipped breakfast and it was now noon so my body was yearning for a taste of any food at this point. A lunch break was highly welcomed as I rushed towards the elevator in the club’s office building.

With my purse on my shoulder and a pair of flat sandals I pressed the button for the elevator and sighed with relief as it quickly arrived empty. I walked inside and immediately began pulling off my heels to replace them before reaching out and pressing the button for the first floor.

Unfortunately for me, the elevator was not sent down but instead the doors began opening again to welcome another person. I looked up, one sandal on my foot and the other foot bare to meet the eyes of Cristiano. A dissatisfied groan immediately left my lips. Of course I’d end up riding an elevator alone with him.

I had despised Cristiano since we met for the first time a few weeks after I started working for Real Madrid. I must have been one of the few women who did not faint at his gaze alone because he always seemed to find a way to make my days a living hell in retaliation whenever he saw me.

Like the time I went to a corporate-sponsor dinner and he ended up “accidentally” bumping into me with his drink and sending it spilling down the front of my dress while I was talking to an attractive man I was hoping could end my dry spell of no sex in 8 months.

It had now been a year and 2 days but who’s counting?

He found a large bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate I was told were quite expensive and nice as a suitable apology. I ended up sending the flowers to the trash and passing off the box of nice chocolates to my best friend who gladly welcomed the sweet substance into her home instead.

And there were plenty of other subtle instances that made me cringe at the mention of his name but it was hard to escape him when he made his random pop-ups in the office.

I shook the thoughts of hate from my head when he entered, an annoying smirk on his lips as he pressed the button for the first floor that was already lit up. I just rolled my eyes and continued putting my sandals on.

“Well hello to you too,” he confidently spoke as the doors began to finally shut. He gave me a glance over which immediately made me stick my tongue out and pretend to stick a finger down my throat as if I was close to puking. Please, get me off of this elevator soon.

“Cristiano,” I spoke bitterly which only made him chuckle in amusement. I simply raised my eyes away from him and watching the numbers of the elevator descend to one. It seemed to be taking much longer than I preferred, my foot tapping impatiently.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend to ha—“ His words were interrupted by the elevator lights shutting off abruptly. I looked worriedly to the lights of the elevator buttons to see they had turned off.

“Crap!”

If now wasn’t the time to panic, I wasn’t sure if there would ever be one but thankfully, I was able to remain relatively calm. My eyes seethed with anger as I glared over in his direction. “This is all your fault.”

That obnoxious laugh bobbed his Adam’s apple up and down while he held up his hands in innocence. “I didn’t touch anything.”

“All I wanted to do was go to lunch but oh no, I end up trapped in an elevator with you. Great.”

I threw my bag down to the floor and leaned against the walls, huffing a deep sigh forward. Cris just looked at me as he seemed to pull a granola bar from thin air and taunt me with that twinkle in his eye. “Hm, that’s too bad.”

He began peeling the paper from the small snack, causing me to roll my eyes. “If you think I’m going to beg you for your stupid granola, I’m not.”

“I never suggested you would.”

He had that smug look of satisfaction on his face that always made me cringe. “I wish I could smack that look off of your face.”

“You could actually. I do tend to like my women aggressive but in bed only,” he winked.

“Thankfully for me, I am one woman who will not sleep with you.”

“Ha. Join the long list of women claiming that.”

Another feeling of wanting to puke pretended to rise from my stomach. “You are so…disgusting. Stop talking. The more you talk the hotter it gets in here.”

It seemed then he started to pay more attention to the fact we were currently stuck on an elevator. Or at least I thought. “Yeah. It is pretty hot in here.” Without warning, he began reaching for the buttons of his white button-up, unclasping them one by one while I watched in horror and a handful of other emotions.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Uh unbuttoning my shirt? It’s hot in here. I don’t want to sweat through it.” He got through the buttons rather quickly and pulled the shirt off, hanging it over his arm while I tried not to let my gaze linger on him too long. I may have hated him but it was pretty hard to ignore a physique like that.

“J-Just stop talking.” I focused on the elevator buttons, electing to push them in hopes it would work some miracle and have everything back to normal. I went to press for another button until I felt Cristiano’s hand reach out and grab mine, holding it tightly. “What are you doing?!”

There was a slight chill that ran through me when we touched, feeling his strong grip on me but I quickly shook him off before I could feel anything any longer. “Trying to get this thing to work.”

“Pressing random buttons won’t get things back working, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart? Stop talking.” I retreated back to my side of the elevator, leaning against the wall and sighing. My lunch break would definitely be over by the time I got out of this thing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the quick moment of silence before I felt the gentle tug of something around my neck.

My eyes fluttered open to see Cristiano face to face with me, his hand and eyes busying themselves with the silver necklace I wore. “What’s this?”

“Uh, a necklace?” I responded harshly but that didn’t get him to stop fingering the chain and charm. “No I mean what does this mean?” His eyes lifted to me for a brief moment before lowering back down to the charm he was holding.

“It represents loyalty. My best friend got it for me.”

There was that slight touch again as his fingers came in contact with my chest as he wove them around the chain, all the way to the back of my neck where the clasp was. “Interesting.”

I was sure in the dim light I was blushing at this very moment and I just hoped it wasn’t noticeable to him. Cristiano’s eyes fluttered back up to me and a smile graced his chiseled features. “You seem flustered,” he remarked.

“I’m not,” I insisted.

“You sure?” He teased with a raise of his sculpted eyebrow. I could only muster a small nod, my throat practically growing dry as the intensity of his stare picked up. “You’re not…hot under that?”

He didn’t break our stare with his questioning to look at my outfit. I gave a small shake of the head. “Positive?” He probed once more. I was beginning to open my mouth this time to respond but it seemed just as quickly his mouth crashed onto mine aggressively, his hand entangling the hair on the back of my head and the other clasping my waist hungrily.

I fell into the kiss, my slight shock subsiding to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure as I practically melted in his arms. The way his lips moved against mine held a certain passion I couldn’t quite describe but it was surely one I hadn’t experienced many times off of a simple kiss and he didn’t dare to stop any time soon. He continued his rhythm of the kiss, making me want to sink my hips against him and feel the warmth of his body even more.

A small gasp left my throat as soon as he let our lips apart for air and it seemed the universe had a funny way of working because just at that moment, the lights of the elevator flickered on. Was it bad that I wasn’t happy we would be able to return to what we were heading to before the elevator shut down?

I was sure now my cheeks were burning red but I dropped my head, allowing my hair to hide my face behind it.

“Glad that got fixed huh?” Cristiano stated in a satisfied tone as he reached on his arm and began putting on the button-up he had once discarded. I peeked as the shirtless view of him began to disappear, trying to burn the image in my mind to remember forever while I had the chance.

“Yeah,” I muttered. How in the world did I end up in a makeout session with the one guy I hated, now wanting it to continue?! I picked up my heels from the floor and cradled them in my arms along with my purse.

“I have a proposition. I’m sure you still have a little time left of your break. You could either join me or head off to wherever you were going to get food.” His eyes lifted to me and that smile popped up on his face again.

“T-To get food?” Crap, could I please stop stuttering around him?!

An amused chuckle filled the air. “I wasn’t thinking food but I’m sure I could satisfy a few cravings of yours.”

A warmth rose between my legs and on my cheeks as well as I began to picture exactly what he meant. I was definitely falling into Mr. Ronaldo’s trap. “Are you sure we have enough time?”

“My car drives fast,” he assured with a wink.

The elevator pinged loudly to signal we were finally on ground level. Cristiano took no time to begin walking out of the opened doors, turning for a moment to look at me. “So what’s your decision?”

I gulped nervously. I was in no way prepared for this today. Hell, if I had known I may have worn sexier underwear that actually matched my bra but this was an opportunity I just couldn’t pass up. Not with my body craving him as much as I currently was. “We really shouldn’t be doing this…”

I bit down on my bottom lip, my conscious mind reminding me of my status as an employee of the club and his status as a player. The star player at that.

A knowing smile was all he offered. “That’s what makes it exciting.”

I couldn’t deny that fact and before long, my feet were guiding me out of the elevator and to his side. “Let’s go.”

So much for food.

gif credit to wetalkfootball.

anonymous asked:

Do u ever think what cristiano's first ever girlfriend might feel like? Is she proud of him? does she see him on tv and miss who he used to be? not that he's different but things have obviously changed now. does she think of little things and the time they had together just the 2 of them without his fame? (idk what possessed me to send you this ask i think i'm sleep deprived)

I don’t know what possessed you either but you put a huge grin on my face, so thank you for this heartwarming ask. 

I imagine this girl, now woman sitting on the train, someone reading a newspaper and as they turn the pages she catches a glance at Cristiano on the front cover. He’s wearing a victorious expression, one that reminds her of the time when the older boys were picking on him and he beat them in their own game; the face of the stubborn boy who said one day he’d drive a Ferrari and look at him now. It’s always been how he’s lived in her memories, the boy who vowed to conquer the world and did. Her heart had no bitterness or sadness, all she felt when thinking of Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro was pride and warmth because he was still just her boy, the one who stood by her side without hesitation when everyone was mean to her, the boy who taught her hard work matters, and the boy who made her laugh when she wanted to cry.

OR

It was Saturday afternoon when her little boy screamed “Mommy, Cristiano is playing finally!” and she couldn’t help but smile. For her son he was Cristiano, for her he was Ronaldo. As the sun hit his face he looked so young for a moment, so much like when they were kids and sat under the tree that was their secret hiding place. She remembered all the things he said, he was a chatty one for sure but she was not much of a talker and so she admired to just listen to him. Even as a kid, he was fascinating, you couldn’t not pay attention to him. She remembered how upset he was when she climbed up to a tree and the brench broke under her. A giggle slipped from her lips as she thought back of his angry face. He almost broke his arm for her that they when he tried to catch her. The memory of their first date was not something she’d ever forget either, he took her to a restaurant after he didn’t eat for an entire week. He couldn’t treat her with anything but the best, he said. Nowadays she saw a lot of negative news and rumuors about him but the more she watched, the more she understood he might have grown up but the core of his personality did not change, he just wanted the best from everything, as always.

anonymous asked:

You still think Cristiano Ronaldo still deserves the BdO? First let me remind you that World Cup matters too much. And BAM Cristiano did NOTHING! Unlike Messi reached the FINAL!!! Second, EVERYTHING Cristiano won during that season was based on his TEAM not him. He did nothing. Maybe just earned some penalties kkkk. But ok he has a strong wallet and he can pay Fifa ;) That's the only reason he wins awards..(on anon cause i dont speak good english) Bye

Okay let me laugh at this message for a minute first. 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Okay, are you seriously comparing the world cup that is only on for onemonth to a whole season that is on for nine months? oh, honey. oh, sweetie. you ignorant little you! *pinches your cheeks*

Since you’re acting dumb, saying that Cristiano did nothing, let me educate you on what he’s done during the whole year, okay? okay.

  1. Won The UCL top Scorer Award.
  2. Won The La Liga ‘Pichichi’ award.
  3. Won The Europian Golden Shoe
  4. Finished 2013/14 with most goals for club (50) in Europe. 
  5. Finished 2013/14 with most goals for club &country (62) in Europe. 
  6. Set the Record for Most Goals ever in one UCL season (17). 
  7. Become the Portogal’s all time leading goal scorer (50). 
  8. Become the first Player ever to score 50 Goals in 4 Straight season in Spain’s history. 
  9. Become the first Player ever to score in 11 straight games (club &country). 
  10. Become The first Player ever to score in 8 consecutive UCL games. 
  11. Become the 2nd All Time top Goal scorer in UCL (68) 
  12. Become first Player ever to score in 2 different UCL finals for two different clubs. 
  13. Won Champions League. 
  14. Won ‘Best Player in La Liga’ Award. 
  15. Become RM’s 4th all-time top goal scorer (252). 
  16. Become RM’s First player ever to score 30 Liga goals in 4 straight seasons. 
  17. Become Player with most goals ever in Knockout Stages of UCL (34). 
  18. Become Player with most Goals ever in SF stage of UCL 
  19. Become the first Player ever to score 10 goals in 3 consecutive UCL seasons. 
  20. Set the biggest gap between 1st & 2nd top scorer in UCL history. 
  21. Become The first Portugal’s player ever to score in 3 WCs 
  22. Become 3rd player ever to score in 6 Euros or 3 WCs 
  23. Won ESPN’s ‘Best International Athlete Award’. 
  24. Goal.com’s ‘Player Of the season’. 
  25. BBC Sports ‘Player Of the season’. 
  26. Goal.Com’s ‘Best forward of the season’

I really need you to give me something more than “he did nothing” to convince me that he doesn’t deserve the Ballon D’Or. People like you really need to stop embarrassing yourselves cause it’s honestly so sad how you always try to make a point like putting that GIF of him trying to do a free kick and hit Lahm’s leg (and since you’re doing that, remember the game between Bayern Munich and Real Madrid? Cristiano scored twice and oh, i loved the look of frustration on Neuer’s face, it was the best moment of my life), and by thinking that Messi deserves it just becausehe reached the World Cup final. aww!!

and sure, Neuer won the world cup! big fucking woop, here’s a cookie! and you Neuer fangirls think that him running around the midfield is like some superpower. it’s not! It’s stupid because he is a goalkeeper and he should stay in his lane just like any other GK.

now it’s my time to say, buh-bye. hope you have a great day, love! xx

anonymous asked:

I was looking around CR7's Instagram and he calls the guy who seems to be his boyfriend "bro" and "mate" and this just reminds me of zayn and liam referring to each other hehe

so cristiano and his “bro” “mate”

can you imagine all the implied things on the 

“man”

“mate”

“bro”

probably is 

or 

or you know somethings don’t need to be said

none of the gifs are mine

all credits to the owner