Sergio Ramos Fanfiction

official hiatus notice

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 21:15:46 -0400

I’m in my last year of college and i got a job…as crazy as this sound i literally hve no time or honestly simply forget abou tumblr in general. I’ll post a notice when I choose to come back.

Love,

Mary

If you don't have inspiraton today I don't know when you will!!!!!!!!1 update pls!

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 18:34:23 -0300

right!? i might! im just guilty i promise much more than i can deliver but ill really try…i have a page and a half of new stuff written tho

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Mon, 22 Oct 2012 17:11:16 -0300

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Thu, 18 Oct 2012 16:09:04 -0300

Ok so genius that i am i forgot who was it that sent me this...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 16:08:36 -0300

Ok so genius that i am i forgot who was it that sent me this picture while i was traveling. Basically this almost made me tear up that someone looks up to my fic so much and im so flattered!! I feel like a rockstar tbh. I just wanted to tell you that even tho i fucked up on saving your url for credits i am already writing some more because you inspired me to :)

I L-O-V-E THE STORY SO FREAKING MUCH!

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 10:31:41 -0300

muchas gracias

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Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:55:19 -0300

OMG BABY DANIELA AND ANA! BABY DANIELA AND ANA! YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THIS! YOU JUST HAVE TO OK!??!?!?!

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 21:11:02 -0300

LOL wat?

sure I can write something about Daniela! she’s a cutie pie

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Sun, 01 Jul 2012 18:01:00 -0300

send good vibes, Ana!!!!

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 16:31:50 -0300

we’re winning this and I promise writing two chapters for celebration: one full on about the match/celebration

Anthology: Chapter 16.

Fri, 29 Jun 2012 00:08:44 -0300

With a final negative headshake I sighed and practically dragged away from the little nest I made for myself on a corner away from the giant mess of boxes labeled “ropas”. One could only wonder who was the girl moving there but it turned out my own part of the closet was already pristine and organized as it should be while Sergio’s stuff were just…there. These little things were what made our relationship feel like a rollercoaster. It was fantastic. It was scary. It was vulnerable. It was different. We came back from the U.S. tour about 8 months ago, back when the possibility of my staying in Madrid for a whole year was a big uncertainty. When my parents only understood who exactly was my new boyfriend after someone sent them a paparazzi picture via email.

That only added fuel to the crazy that was our relationship. It seemed that after those simple “I love you” we began our double act of surprising people effortlessly. I knew it was a big deal Sergio had said it first, in fact, that he said it. But I had no idea it was such a big deal for everyone else around us and how each time we made a reference of our couple life people’s eyes would still become the size of platters. That applied mostly to friends but it was still amusing to see their reaction. Even my friends back home would stare and think I was joking for a while. The fact was, it took two buttheads like us to rise up the feeling and words from one another and once we said it out in the open, we were just free to do whatever else we wanted.

We knew everything started off in a very weird way and that most people didn’t just travel around during their first dates and especially that it usually took more than a couple of weeks to say the three words but the fact was nothing in my life had been normal from the moment I first stepped foot on Spanish soil. Everything was like a big surreal modern fairy tale. My new friends weren’t just college students but most of them were also famous, my job was no longer helping out in the family business but review international articles for realmadrid.com (a little selfish courtesy from one Sergio Ramos, stating that way I could earn my own money and still be around him). The semester was more clustered than usual but it still felt as natural as breathing.

My first semester had been a success college-wise and I got an extension from college without much effort, which was particularly convenient. Life on campus was a bit weird when I realized part of my classes would also be in Valdebebas and when people started to connect the dots. Even though I always thought it was pretentious from most celebrities to hide their personal lives I now understood why some things were better left unsaid and for the longest time I could I kept my relationship low key. That is, until we had to go to classes in the training grounds, something I was genuinely surprise could even happen. Did I mention how strange stuff worked on Spain? Yep.

About two months into my second semester in college life in campus got a bit trickier. It’s not that people would pry or even crowd me, that’d be such crass, but the curiosity was there. Whenever a new picture of Sergio and me popped up on a random newspaper, no matter how small, people would start to look and I hate that feeling. It’s like that classic nightmare of being naked in front of a crowd. Even my completely uninterested-in-football roommate was starting to treat me differently and quickly Sergio picked up on my annoyance. He started this habit of knowing what I felt before I did and even though I told him to stop I was more than relieved that I didn’t need to say some things. He knows that, I’m sure.

So after a lot of discussion on how we could make it work and even more convincing on my parents’ part, we found a way to share a house. Yes, we became those couples. It was better though, however good my life was I still missed home more than I ever thought I would and if not for my boyfriend I would have probably caved in and opened a door I did not care to open anytime soon. He was now my family too and now he was helping me build a home to add to it. I guess that made any hopes of going back home slimmer and slimmer, especially after we found a house we both liked and that didn’t look like the Beverly Hillbillies were about to move in. I still feel a little bad for our poor realtor. Sure, her commission was fantastic but she had so much work that it nearly felt unfair. We both had conditions, he needed a place that was still close to his old house where his family lived and his where his friends would be near, I needed a place I wouldn’t feel like I was abusing his money and that was relatively close to campus. We needed a place that could also house or big families if they needed but that didn’t feel like a huge palace with “guest wings” or anything like that.

Took us nearly two months but we finally found a place that catered those needs. I think we started out house hunt even before the previous owners thought of moving, to be honest. Do I like the house? More than I can describe but I still think of it as being too big. Sergio says I have a pride problem, he’s probably right but the hardest thing in this relationship was showing I wasn’t in it for the money. It was too easy to take advantage of that and begin on “the inside” I had already learned a bunch of stories that made my pride more and more justified. Most of those stories were Gonzalo’s telling and probably to annoy me but I don’t think he knows just how serious I take them.

Right now it was the one and only that was making too much unnecessary noise over my asking for help putting up paintings. Time was precious now, especially because they were about to finish a very successful season. I knew they were already working too hard but I still needed help with the move. Because most of the furniture was new we didn’t have too make too much effort on that part but I was still a complete disaster when it came to yielding tools. I could hear Sergio shouting something at his brother on the office across the hall and that only proved how these boys really did need a break.

“Look, fine. You don’t have to use the leveling thingy. Just go with your instinct, what do I know?! Just know that if this falls on me while I’m sleeping I will personally show up to your house in the middle of the night and give you a piece of my mind, Pip.” I wagged a finger in front of Gonzalo’s face and made my way out of our master bedroom and crossed the hall. “Alright, what’s happening here?” I lofted a brow to a crouching René and then met Sergio’s gaze. He was pissed.

“I told him that he measured the table top wrong but he insisted he didn’t and guess what? Now it doesn’t fit!” He shot his brother a narrow mean look and then looked back up at me. “Ideas?”

“How about you handle the crazy across the hall and we’ll figure it out here?” I made a face and picked up a screwdriver that seemed to land where it did after a rage attack.

“Fine. But if it doesn’t fit he’s buying a new one today!”

René rolled his eyes already very used to Sergio’s temper and looked up at me, finally getting up and scratching the back of his head with an already apologetic look. We got along pretty well and we never really had to have heated arguments over anything. It was an unspoken agreement to leave those to Sergio on both our parts.

“I just thought the factory ready tabletop would work best.” With that he shrugged and started to circle around the infamous table. “You think we can cut it?”

I chuckled and nodded casually.

“Sure, woodpecker. You got your power saw here? Should I worry?” I couldn’t help grinning. I took a tiny step close to the table as if it would explode and bit my lower lip. “If it doesn’t fit…we put it somewhere else. How about here?” I pointed to the wall opposite to where it was supposed to be and shrugged. “We can just put those two armchairs between the bookshelves and pretend that was the idea in the first place. Who the hell cares?”

“I don’t!” He raised his hand and smiled probably more relieved at my lack of care than he’d like to admit. “You grab that end and I’ll grab this one.”

“Damn! I thought that was the good thing about having this many athletes in the house. No weight lifting!” I shook my fist but immediately did as I was told and we just changed the layout of the room.

By nightfall we were all exhausted. Truthfully the only heavy lifting I did was with the wood table but I had so many people ask me so much stuff. “Where do I put this?” “Is this good?” “Did you see that huge box full of useless thing that I used to put the tools in?”. This was probably more exhausting than my oncoming finals week and Sergio’s championships finals combined. We both collapsed in a completely rude way on the TV room’s couch. The only people still around were Gonzalo (obviously), Mesut who had just gotten there and mostly for moral support and two of Sergio’s childhood friends, Tomas and Rafael. They were staying anyway and christening two of the three guestrooms we had while the other two were just being boys and playing with my collection of Barbie dolls.

“You know, I’m too tired to get up and rip that off your hands but just for your information, that doll costs 200 euros and I will force you to buy a new one if you mess it up.” Sergio wagged his finger at Mesut and Pipita and at the same time, almost as clockwork, Tomas put back another dolls he was going to inspect.

“Ana really runs a tight ship around here, eh? Having you buy dolls and stuff…” He grinned and made sure my Scarlett O’Hara Barbie didn’t fall from the high shelf. My collection of Barbies were only the tip of my geeky iceberg and was one of the few Sergio didn’t make fun of. He was used to them by now, though.

I couldn’t help but snicker at his comment, shimming my way into Sergio’s wide-open arms. That was how tired we were; we looked like two starfishes sun drying. I snuggled closer and rested my head on his chest looking up at the doll playing boys and shaking my head lightly.

“Seriously, kids. It is limited edition and this brings out a new color on you. Or colors. A rainbow really, if you catch my drift.” That was more effective than Sergio’s threat and immediately they put the dolls back. At first they didn’t understand why someone would keep dolls in a TV room until they realized they were all characters from movies I liked and decided to engage in a battle between Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz and Uhura from Star Trek. The dolls didn’t really cost as much as Sergio said but they were too nice to ruin and he knew how much they meant to me, no matter how silly it was. He had his precious and ridiculously large collection of videogames displayed proudly in a large floor-to-ceiling display, so I could have my dolls if I wanted to so long we didn’t annoy the other about their things.

He wrapped a lazy arm around me and laughed at the face Mesut did when Uhura threatened to fall from her display. I don’t think either of them even knew who Uhura was, especially because Mesut kept humming the theme song from Charlie’s Angels and having her call Charlie all the time.

“Alright kids. I think that’s our cue to leave” Gonzalo pointed a finger at my fluttering eyes and smiled, patting my left foot and going to say goobye to everyone else. “Hasta mañana!”

Status Update

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 22:34:25 -0300

Just wanted to let you guys know I do plan on continuing this fanfic and I appreciate the bunch of messages everyone’s been sending so much! As of today I’ve received 23 messages and I just wanted to let you guys that sent as anons know that I did read them. I’m just trying not to flood everyone’s dash!

Anthology will be back soon and I’m going to fastfoward it a little to current events.

what does ana think of Sergio's haircut?

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 17:47:42 -0300

She approves :D

mas mas mas mas lol tómate tu tiempo

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 16:48:50 -0300

qué?

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Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:42:37 -0300

Anthology: Chapter 15. Part 2.

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 00:40:27 -0300

For a few minutes Sergio kept me still in the same position on his lap, only occasionally shifting me around to probably get his blood flow back on the spots I had my full body weight on. I am not exactly a fat or skinny girl but one can only assume it must hurt a little or even feel numb when a grown human being is relentlessly sitting down on you. Thinking on it we probably look like two wrestlers or something because that was no sexy position, contrary to what it may sound like. Our conversation was a bit stiffer than usual and I wondered if it was the fact we were both pretty beat from the whole day. Maybe, just maybe, Sergio did convince Fernando to postpone game night but only because he had to rest. Starting tomorrow we’d stay in the separate bedrooms like we agreed on and I was ready to meet the more professional Ramos.

But that was only tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting to see him so spacey already. He was avoiding my gaze at times even if he kept smiling and cracking an occasional joke or singing bits of the songs we were listening to slowly so I could understand better. Finally I got frustrated and even though I’ll never admit it out loud, I also felt a little hurt at the sudden mood change. I moved my body to the side and practically jumped down on the floor with a stiff thud using the excuse that I needed some water. Sergio didn’t complain or try to keep me in place, instead he stretched and sat down properly, staring at a blank spot on the wall like it was the most fascinating thing ever.

“Se?” Without meaning to my voice came out crocked even though I had just had a sip of water.

“Si?” His lips curved up in a tiny grin at the pun and he shifted his gaze back to me like he had just noticed I was away from him, on the edge of our bed and most likely looking like a scared little girl with the way I was holding my glass of water with both hands. “You ok, Ana?” I could tell he was honestly concerned which was a significant improvement from the minutes before.

“At the risk of sounding like a completely clueless and silly girl…are we ok? You seem so off, like I hit your snooze button without even noticing.”

“What? No! Lo siento. I was just thinking of something.” He gave me a warm smile and leaned forward, petting the bed and making whistling sounds like I was a cat. “Come here.”

If I weren’t so relived to have him be back to his warm beautiful smile I would have probably sneered or rolled my eyes big time at that but instead I just hopped up on the bed and sat down on the fluffy and comfortable duvet. I took a final sip of my water and gave him the glass, which without even needing me saying he put aside, and resumed to paying attention in me.

“I’m gonna say something that’s completely weird and random but I know that of all the people in the world you would be the only one to appreciate just how weird and random it is. Maybe even think it’s awesome? Anyway, you gotta be quiet and you gotta let me finish. Deal?” Without waiting for an answer he flicked the light button and the room went dark with the exception of the nightlights coming from outside and the small red dot of the mp3 player that was still playing Sergio’s iPod playlist.

He was acting shady again and this time it sort of freaked me out. Don’t get me wrong but it rubs me the wrong way when I am told to basically shut up and listen and even get stuck completely in the dark in both the literal and metaphorical way. By this point I trusted him all right but the mood swings and the crazy mysterious revelations he needed to make the past half hour were starting to confuse me and I do not like to be confused. In spite of all that I played along with his charade and just nodded as consent to what he said.

He waited a few seconds as to double check if I could manage the silence and I heard the faint noise of his mouth opening up to say something and then closing at the sound of the song that started playing. It was our song. We both knew it without discussing it. The guitar strings played out and the melody just flooded the room for a second but instead of saying something I only heard a snorted chuckle coming from him and saw his shadowy figure scratch his stubble. His nervousness and the general mystery of it all was starting to take it’s tool on me and I found myself leaning back almost ready to jump ship, or rather, jump bed.

The chorus of Antología was starting and I was trying sing it in my head to keep me from just screaming at him to just say whatever it was. In part because I was curious too. Like a cat I always paid closer attention to things in a curiosity driven haze but this was starting to get ridiculous. Keeping true to my word I didn’t speak but I let out a tiny sigh, which must’ve been enough to get him started.

“Fuck! Sorry, it’s just funny that this song is in that list and it isn’t even close to being flamenco. Anyway….ugh…this is probably not the right or best way to do this. In fact, I’m starting to regret how I took this approach but like you said it’s either get in or get out right? Not that I’m getting in or anything like that…metaphorically I mean. But also just on a side note I only ever did this once so you can’t blame me for being such a dumbass about it. Ok so…” he huffed and took a big breath and I could tell his leg was fidgeting. Being silent then was probably the hardest thing I had done in a while but I managed to do so and just stare back waiting for whatever blow was about to come. Yep, I was already assuming it was a blow because this was all too dramatic to be just casual.

“I love you.”

I kept silent. Not because I promised him I would but because I was in total shock. In retrospect I could just kiss him for turning off the lights so this way he couldn’t see the completely dumbfounded look in my face. He said he had done it only once before and he was acting all nervous because he needed to get this out, I realized that now but what I didn’t realize until now was that I was even a bigger dumbass about it all because I hadn’t done it even once before. I had no reaction and I desperately wanted to think of the right words. The song was talking about not needing words to speak but only a gaze; I was deprived of that too in the dark so I waited. I held my breath and waited until he cleared his throat in what I took as a signal that I was allowed to speak now. I was going to either way.

“Because of you I discovered what it’s like to love.” I was being cheesy and completely ripping off the very song that was playing but I was the only thing I could come up with and it had the desired effect since I heard him smile. That gave me enough confidence to finally say what I wanted to have said in the first place but was too freaking nervous to do so because aside from my parents and cat I had never really said it to anyone.

“I love you, Se.”

YAYYYYYYYYY when i saw this on my dashboard i was so happy. I hope you havent lost inspiration because of the loss to bayern lol and sergios ridiculous penalty kick

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 23:00:25 -0300

at first i was pissed off but then i kinda thought it was hilarious how it wasn’t even close

Ok so, first of all: you’re awesome, jfc! Also, because...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 05:50:54 -0300

Ok so, first of all: you’re awesome, jfc!

Also, because these are not the only messages in my inbox about the fic (most of the anon I keep there so I don’t flood people). The past days have given me some more inspiration because of how proud I am as a madridista. I might try to write some today, squeeze out a couple of chapters. I’ll still be slow because of work and school but I’ll just do a little revamp. Anyway, the point is I’m so flattered by all your messages and you guys are fun-tastic!

your story is amazing , i was just wondering if there's going to be any crazy fans, papparazzies and rumors in these story?

Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:20:17 -0400

Definitely! I am planning that for a very near future. You just gotta remember even tho the story has been going on fr a few months RL it’s barely a week for the two of them so I’m guessing it will be progressively as people learn about their relationship. But. Have a few ideas..

What about if there was something between Ana and Fernando???

Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:17:19 -0400

I never really thought about it. Under the current circumstance it’s inviolable it would crush a certain Sergio but I think if things had happened another way and she had met Fernando and they fell for one another it would seem like a fun relationship. At least in my mind Fernando is a funny guy haha so with Ana’s good humor I guess it would be nice.
It’s a definitely AU possibility.