I understand your requests are open if not, then just ignore this & im sooo sorry. But if they are open then id like to request a x ronaldo fic where reader is sort of like Georgina. She met ronaldo while working while she's a popular model and/or Influencer, she gets involved in wag culture and later they get engaged and their are all a happy family with his kids
sorry about the fans (pt. 1)
pairing: cristiano ronaldo x fem!reader
genre: fluff (?)
plot: an aspiring model who landed a job to model the worlds biggest teams clothing somehow ends up getting lunch with their biggest player yet ends up with dating allegations? how did that happen?
word count: 1.9k
extra: this is like my first post in like two years (havent wrote since 2024) hopefully its good and fits your style despite the fact i havent written in so long! hopefully you enjoy it! spanish is used in this fic and translations will be at there too.
i also didnt really include y/n and left the character description up to your imagination so everyone is included + part 2 coming. enjoy!
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when you think of early 2017- you think of the designer clothing frenzy, the cheesy youtube channels that would clickbait for viewers, and the models like kendal jenner or even kylie jenner (or the whole family for that matter,) yet, in the world of instagram models and the rise of heavy botox and fillers, there was one that stood out.
she wore her face all natural with no procedures done. she wanted to feel like the old models back then that were all natural beauties found from the ground and built up to the superstars they became. she wanted to achieve her lifelong dreams of being the front page of vogue and elle, all while maintaining her natural look.
she was in the process of breaking through, landing a few shots on some magazines and shows but not enough to fully make it on the big stage with the legends like noami campbell or yasmin le bon.
on one of her rare off days, she was on her laptop looking at her email inbox, seeing if her agent has sent her any type of updates about shoots she had planned. she scrolled and scrolled till she saw an email, one about a photoshoot for a football teams new jersey release in madrid, spain. ‘spain? whens the last time i’ve been to spain?’ she thought. she clicked on the email and saw it was a photoshoot with their new jerseys for the upcoming 17/18 season, and it would be a chance to get some photos with the players and branch out.
it sounded a bit too good to be true. one of the biggest teams in the world and she’d be modelling for them? sure it was a bit weird, she’s almost never thought about the team before or even the sport itself, but she has seen their logo on about every little boys jersey with a large seven on the back.
with a few clicks and types of her laptops keyboard, she secured the shoot times, and now had to wait for the day to come up.
after a few months into mid-2017, she had finally arrived in madrid and checked into her hotel overlooking the city. the view was beautiful beyond words, almost a bit too surreal yet to imagine that she was here for a photoshoot that could change her life? it was too much to handle. but that wouldnt be till tomorrow, so why worry about the distant future when the most important event to date was only the next day?
six hours passed with a less than satisfactory nap, and she was up for her prep for the shoot. she caught a cab and went to their specified area, credentials and important information in her little coach bag that she was gifted by the company for a past modelling job. once arriving, she thanked and paid the driver, and walked into the building with a cluttered and nervous cleared mind and a tired and aching refreshed body…
or she hoped she looked the part.
as she walked in and scanned her ids, she met with the makeup artists and got to work with the photoshoots agenda and ideas for photos. she had the clipboard in her hand, feeling the hair tools on her hair length and the different makeup products used to balance out her skin type and match her complexion. after an hour, she looked in the mirror and let out a sigh of relief.
she didnt look like she got less than six hours of sleep, instead she looked rejuvenated. yet as soon as she relaxed her face and body, the lack of sleep was obvious. around three hours had passed and she had taken multiple solo shots and some with other fellow models- yet none with the players yet.
so there she was, sitting on one of the break tables with the look of exhaustion on her face, tapping away at some little phone game while she prayed nobody would come up to her and start talking.
then again today wasn’t her day, and so the sound of footsteps got louder and closer to her ear. she let out a soft sigh, putting on her best ‘leave me alone’ smile while turning her head. immediately, her smile dropped into shock as she saw the teams star player standing by her, looking at her like he was trying to find words to say.
“hablas español?” (you speak spanish?) he spoke, glancing around her face to gather her reaction “uhm… a little bit.” she replied, looking at him. “ah. okay… i speak little english, sorry. i… saw you… and want to ask… if you are interested in… mierda, cuál es la palabra?… photos with me. sí?” (shit, whats that word?) he said, looking at her before looking at her phone, smiling. “i like that game, very cool. very fun. you like too?”
she responded with a nod, just glancing back to her phone screen before looking at him. “you’re ronaldo… right?”
“sí, sí, thats me… you know me, eh? you watch futbol?” he replied with a smile, waving his finger as if he knew something she didn’t.
“no, not really. your face is everywhere here though…” she mumbled, soon looking back at her phone before the photographer called him back, soon glancing at you and deciding to call you over as well. she was ordered to sit by him, sitting on a block and acting as if she were the coolest person in the room with no care, while he sat nearby trying to recreate the same energy and pose. the cameras flashed endlessly, her face and body switching into different expressions and gestures with each camera click.
while she was cool and calm, he felt a bit nervous, yet it wasn’t obvious. once they were allowed to go on break, she walked to the snack table and saw he was walking over. “seems like you already know how to model- why act confused and nervous?” she asked, her hand grabbing a piece of watermelon. “i…. not sure.” he replied back, looking at the watermelon pieces and grabbing a chunk as well. “what is your name? you never say.” he asked, stopping every now and then to toss a little cube of the fruit into his mouth.
she glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow. what was he trying to get at here? why did he care? “y/n l/n.” he nodded with hearing her name, trying to restate it in his mind. “cristiano.” he said, sticking his hand out to shake. y/n looked at him and took his hand in hers, speaking softly. “already knew that.” he soon responded, a small smile on his face. “i speak spanish now?” only receiving a nod from her as a response.
when the day passed by, and she was officially done with her duties, she waited outside the building for a uber to pick her up. she enjoyed the shoot no doubt, it was easy, calm, and even got to interact with some of the players. most importantly she hoped she did a good enough job to make a mark on the marketing team to get a call back though. yet all she wanted right now in the present, was some nice warm food to fill up her stomach.
as she stood there on the concrete, she heard her name and footsteps get called. “ay, y/n, quieres un viaje de vuelta?” (y/n, want a ride back?) cristiano yelled out, looking at her with a hopeful expression. she looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. her mind processed the words he said, soon making it out to him asking if she wanted a ride.
why cristiano out of all people? maybe he liked her enough from their few hours spent together that he wanted to be nice and give her a ride back? or maybe spend the night with her and get lucky? she shuddered at that thought, not wanting to be bothered with the drama of sleeping with a world renowned footballer. “uh…. no im okay, i already called for an uber, thank you though.” she said, looking up at him as he stood by her.
“mi invitación... además, esos ubers son incompletos aquí”. (my treat, here, the rides arent that good) he replied back, his face a little hopeful to receive a yes. she tried piecing the words together, nodding as she understood the sketchiness of uber’s in the area. thats strange, this area was so nice, how come the uber’s were sketchy? once again, she glanced back at him and declined. he let out a soft sigh, his smile turning into a frown before making a last minute save.
“te compraré algo de comida. la mejor comida de madrid, diablos, incluso de españa. tienes que tener hambre de cualquier manera, estuviste allí todo el día”. (ill buy you food, the best food in madrid- shoot even in spain. i know youre hungry, you’ve been here the whole day.) he said quickly, getting in front of her with a small plead-full look on his face. her attention was now focused on him the moment she heard food, and let out a sigh of her own. she did want food, and that did sound appealing to get some for free, and apparently at the best places in the country, but with him?
“i…. might as well.” she replied, seeing his face light up before immediately guiding her to the centres garage and his car. she was somewhat amazed by the luxury car that just sat there in the parking garage, and how he treated it with little to no care like he could buy another one with ease.
she got inside the car and looked around, seeing all the new technology that her regular car lacked. “es bonita, eh?” (its beautiful eh?) he said, looking at her with a smile as he drove off into the city. she nodded simply, listening to the music that was playing and enjoying the scenery of the city. “so… where are we going?” she said.
“un restaurante que sirve la mejor comida española imaginable, no creerás lo buena que es”. (a restaurant with the best spanish food imaginable, you wont believe it) he replied, smiling at her before looking back at the street. his smile soon fell however as he noticed the busy streets that they were entering. he didn’t even think about the fact that he could be noticed, paparazzi and crazy fans would immediately see him and start swarming, especially with her there. “mierda…” (shit) he mumbled, looking at her as some fans already took notice to the car and their idol in the passenger seat.
the photos were starting, and the camera flashes were nonstop with his name being called. she tried pretending as if she wasn’t there, or that there wasn’t some little kid pressed up against her window trying to get his attention. as he kept trying to drive away while waving and smiling at the fans, the annoyance in him started to grow, and it was getting tiring.
once finally driving away and deciding on just eating at a small joint, he dropped her off at her hotel, exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. it wasn’t until she showered and got ready for bed where she noticed the notifications on her phone. she was a bit confused about the large influx, clicking on a text message asking if she was…. dating cristiano? the photos got out that quickly?
with each message she received, she tried explaining it was only a friendly thing and it was nothing more or less than that. she frantically typed each message out, soon seeing a message from an unknown number. his number.
“lo siento por los fans, la noticia salió. lo viste?” (sorry for the fans, the news came out too, you’ve seen it?) he said, sending a small smiling emoji like it would help. she sighed, laying on her bed with a frown as she typed back, not knowing what to do. hopefully time passes by and it all calms down by then. or she thought so.
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little notes: ahhh!!!! first part done! ill get to the second part soon but omg i forgot what it was like to write again! hopefully you enjoyed it, and any comments are welcome and appreciated! thank you!!
