|Football Imagines|

Can't Take That Away

|Cristiano Ronaldo|

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🎶They can say,
Anything they want to say,
Try to bring me down,
But I will not allow anyone to succeed hanging clouds over me,🎶
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"And final time is 3-1. Real Madrid is going to have to put a better effort in the next leg if this is what they are going to be bringing to the table this season." The sports commentator announces on the TV before going to commercial.

Cristiano's face flashed on my tv screen and from the look on his face this was not going to be a good night. Cristiano never could handle losing games well.

I turned off the tv and entered the kitchen.
I begin to prepare Cristiano's favorite meal, Bacalhau à Brás. A Portuguese meal.

I finish cutting the onions into rings then put them into the pan. I sweat the onions and garlic until golden then added pieces of salt cod. I later mix the potatoes with the eggs and everything else. I take it out of the pan, and put it onto a plate. Finishing the dish off I put fresh black olives and parsley on top. I set the table, then patiently wait for him to arrive home. Our home wasn't very far from the Santiago Bernabéu, so Cris shouldn't take too long to get here.

Minutes later I hear the front door open and shut. I rush up to the entrance and there he was; a sorrowful Cristiano.

"Hey," I mumble quietly.

He just stares at me with a blank face. "I made Bacalhau à Brás, thought you might be hungry." I smile slightly, taking his duffle bag out of his hand and setting it to the floor.

He remains silent. I grab onto his shoulders bringing him into a warm embrace. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into my neck. We stood there for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"Let's eat, yeah?" I say softly, taking his hand in mine, pulling him off into the dining room.

I sit next to Cris, scrolling through my Instagram feed on my phone not paying any attention to him as he devours the meal. He reaches over to my hand and kisses the top of it sweetly.

After he was finished I took the plate to the kitchen and set it in the sink. I walk into the living room to find Cristiano laying on the couch face down against the cushions. I quietly sit next to him and rest both my palms on either sides of him. Leaning forward I gently begin leaving small kisses on the side of his face.

I move to his ear and whisper, "Babe, can you talk to me?"

He picks up his head only to move his face to the other direction.

"Hey, don't be an asshole to me because you lost some game. God! Get over yourself, Cristiano." I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.

He quickly stood up facing me with tears in his eyes.

Great. Now I'm the bad guy.

"Cristiano I didn't mean—"

"—No you've said enough! You know, even in your unnecessary, ignorant, and ridiculous times I still supported you. I still was there for you. I didn't judge you or get upset with you because you were being stubborn. I took you in my arms and I was there for you! Wh–why can't you just do the same for me?"

After he said that I felt immediate regret. I guess I was a little harsh. Cristiano did have a point, no matter how stubborn or rude I was to him during stressful times he was always there for me. He always comforted me through all the pain.

"You're right. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that." I snaked my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest.

"Please don't cry." I plead.

And with those triggering words Cristiano gasped for air and bursted into even more tears.

"I'm just so upset and disappointed with myself. How could I let them beat us? I'm better than that. Now everyone seems to think of me as a joke. I've tried so hard to prove myself worthy and I've accomplished so much, but as soon as I make one silly mistake I'm labeled as a failure."

"Don't even think like that. Now what on God's good, green earth would make you believe that?"

"Have you not been watching BEIN? I'm all over it right now. They claim I'm a 'sellout' and my arrogance and selfishness has gotten the best of me, causing the team to lose more games."

"Do you think I'm a sellout?" His dark, chocolate eyes make contact with mine, making my heart melt. I still found it bizarre that after all this time we've been together, he's still able to make my heart flutter just like the first time we laid eyes on each other.

"You—Cristiano Ronaldo—out of all people actually are sinking into what the media is saying about you? Really? That's not the CR7 I know. No–the Cristiano I know would never let the press label him. And just to clear things up, you are in fact not a "sellout". You are Cristiano Ronaldo; an amazing, hard working, successful footballer. They can't take that away. They can't take your success or your ambition to strive. They can't take your dream away. You can't let people bring you down, trying to hang clouds over you. You fall down 6 times you get back up 7." I felt like I was being dramatic with my rant, but it needed to be said.

"You're right." Cristiano agreed.

"Thank you, Y/N. You know I appreciate you a lot, and I'm very fortunate to have you in my life. You've been an amazing supporter and partner to me, I thank you for that." He smiles widely, before pulling me down onto his lap beginning to leave little kisses all over my cheeks making me giggle. "I love you," he would repeat in between kisses.

"I love you too." I laugh, grabbing his face to give me a proper kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, but suddenly turned into a heated make out session. His hands found my bum and grab it eagerly, seeking more attention.

"Slow down there buddy." I pull his hands away from my sides.

"But I want you." He pouts, squeezing my butt again.

"Ehh, I'm not really in the mood. I rather cuddle and watch Grey's Anatomy for the night." I suggest.

"Ugh, fine. Only because I love my rainha |queen| and she deserves to be treated like a queen."

"And I love my king." I kiss his lips once more before walking off to our bed room to begin our Grey's Anatomy marathon.

"Stop staring!" I yell as I practically feel his eyes burning into my ass.

"My bad! Couldn't help myself." He chuckles.

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Poor Cris! Couldn't get any 'love' that night😂

Don't mind my errors, this is currently unedited.

But finally updating!!! Hate being inactive😭Going to bed now, its 2am. Thank you for reading! Please vote! Love you much! ❤️

- Sav