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Adeline Ackers never even thought of falling in love. She was young she had every right to go out partying and make friends and just be care free. Her mother was a fashion model, her father was a director, and she was a model. She had the high life. What could be better? Possibly meeting the Spanish National Team and Real Madrid and becoming friends with them. But a certain someone has caught her eye... the infamous Cristiano Ronaldo. Hasn't always though? It may take awhile for Adeline to finally be with him, but the journey sure is worth it.

"𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝘀! 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁." "𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹! 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀." ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 She is tired of his career coming first. Or His devotion is not reciprocated. pedri gonzalez x fem!oc social media based lowercase intended

"Tatum what the hell." Pablo mumbles as I turn around slowly, a sly smile sneaking onto my lips. "Are you and Pedri like together now?" Ansu asks as he raises his eyebrow slightly. "Of course not, that would be ridiculous." I laugh awkwardly as Ale walks past me, opening my door. "Oh. Hey guys." Pedri says as he's laying in my bed and I look at all of them. "I can explain myself." ~~~~~ started: 2/19/23 finished: 6/27/23 ALSO SORRY FOR THE COVER HAHAHA

"𝙊𝙤𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄'𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" LAMINE YAMAL X BLACK FEM!OC SOCIAL MEDIA X REAL LIFE stackedblunts, 2025

Odette Reyes was living a healthy life. Sure she didn't have a husband - boyfriend for the matter. But she was still young she still had time. She lived a simple, stable life. One where she had an apartment, a cat, and a job as a car spokesperson. She loved cars, she knew how to fix them and loved to talk about them. Often she would tour with a few car shows that landed her around the world. What she didn't expect was to get robbed one night and left her homeless and lost in a foreign country. She was about to give up hope- Until San Iker Casillas offered her a home. It was only temporary. But what was supposed to only be a one month stay ended up for much longer. Iker fell for her, though he still had yet to admit it for himself. Gladly he would have pursued a relationship with her if it weren't for his wife, Sara Carbonero. From the get go Sara wasn't too lenient on the idea of another woman staying in their house. A woman who they had no background knowledge of. She had to say yes, it was in her husband's nature to care for others and she had to deal with it. If she had her own input in the situation, the stranger would have left the house right after her thirty days were up. Sara knew Odette was trouble. Slowly she could see her husband, the man she married, take interest in the stranger who once got fed, turned to be beautiful. The question arose, would Sara Carbonero, the fearless sports jouranlist, let another woman take her man without a fight?

"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're even born" - F. Scott Fitzgerald What happens when Cristiano Ronaldo finds himself falling for his rivals little sister.

▸ Highest rankings: #4 in FOOTBALLER #5 in SHORT STORY COLLECTION #19 in STORIES Have you ever had that feeling during a football match? That tingling sensation when your whole body is absorbed by the game, following each of the players' movements, looking into their formation, trying to anticipate their strategies... That deep-rooted excitement when your favorite players step on the pitch... the simple sight of that kit that feels like a second skin, in that stadium that feels like home, with a team that has become family... I'm sure a specific team just popped into your head didn't it? Or maybe a certain player? Blaugrana, Merengue, Rojiblanco, Stripped, Bright Yellow, Fiery Red, Pale Azure, Royal Blue... out of all these colors, which one runs through your veins? Either way, it all comes down to this 90-minute infinity. When everybody's hearts beats as one, all united to support one team that, with time, has become a part of us, something that defines us, and we couldn't be prouder of it. How can you describe the feeling of seeing your team scoring a goal? That feeling that makes your chest swell with pride, when the overwhelming joy takes over the stress that had you biting on your nails until then. So you can't help but jump up an down, not really caring who's watching, because for another countless time, you know that your team hasn't let you down. The mutual faith is still there and burns in your heart like wild fire. And if that isn't something worth celebrating, then what is really? That feeling, my dear, that majestic almighty feeling, is what football is all about. ▸ Last Updated: September 2015 ✔ ©Fleur-DeLys

" ... i saw you in a dream, you came to me..." ☆ ☆ he grabbed you by your waist, making you face him, the pouring rain soaking his hair, letting water droplets trickle down his eyes. he inches closer to your face, gazing into your eyes as you did into his. he looked down to your lips and back at you. your eyes twinkled. the warm rain poured down your face, but you didn't care. as long as you were with him. you intertwined his hands with yours, and leaned in, pressing your lips onto his, feeling the warmth infiltrate your body. STORY AB JOÃO FELIX SEQUEIRA !!!! all rights reserved to him etc. !VULGAR LANGUAGE! 🇵🇹

Original soccer/football imagines I have reached the maximum of 200 chapters on this story. So, if you want to keep reading my works, go to Soccer/Football Imagines Part 2 for more footballer imagines Suggestions open

-𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 ❝can we still love on each other? can we still touch on each other? can we still not judge each other?❞ ❨social media❩ ❨joão félix x fem!reader❩