fic: winning iker casillas' affections prologue
title: winning iker casillas' affections prologue
characters: iker casillas, sergio ramos, sara carbonero
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
summary: au. rookie reporter sara carbonero and her cameraman sergio ramos get the job of covering 2011's copa del rey final.
a/n: this is short and i may continue this idk. i like the concept behind it but writing longfics right now isn't something i can do easily atm :( so i'm okay with leaving it as i have or maybe making this into a wip. LOL i just decided that i will definitely make this into a WIP with hopefully long chapters :)
“Can you believe it, Sergio? Because, I can’t. I really can’t.”
Sergio Ramos laughs as he fiddles with his camera equipment. He has been a cameraman for seven years now - ever since he was eighteen. He was lucky to get into the business through his uncle who has shares in a local TV news program in Sevilla. But now he has been in Madrid for the last two and a half years working with Sara Carbonero, an upcoming sports journalist. They have worked on little sports segments for Telecino before but today both Sergio and Sara have been slated to cover the second leg of the Copa del Rey final, a clasico between FC Barcelona and Real Madrid. It’s a dream come true.
They start off the match on the side lines of the pitch at the Santiago Bernabeu, with Sara giving a rundown of the history the football clubs share, how important this match is for the rivalry and discussed pitch conditions. The camera loves Sara. She’s young and beautiful, with confidence just rolling off her. She did start off a little shaky but when they cut to the broadcasters in the booth, Sergio had told her to relax, even cracked a few jokes to loosen her up a bit and by the end of it she had been amazing.
The match turns out to be everything the fans expected and more. The pressure is mounted high as possible. The match starts off with great energy, the crowd never quiet even for a second. Seventeen minutes in, Cristiano Ronaldo nets one passed Victor Valdes. The stadium just roars with excitement as the fans can feel their team inching closer to glory. But Barcelona isn’t one just to sit back. Leo Messi ties it up two minutes before added time of the first half and both teams head into the locker room being tied up.
So it all comes down to the second half which erupts with explosive football as the pressure begins to build. Both clubs have three men cautioned but no one lets up. Madrid earns a free kick twenty meters outside of the box. Ronaldo lines up the ball and takes the kick. It bounces off Pepe’s head and comes in contact with Valdes’ hands. However, the goalkeeper isn’t able to freeze the ball and it bounces directly to the feet of Mesut Ozil. It’s an easy tap in and the crowd bursts into cheers once again. The clock unwinds, too quickly for Barcelona, too slowly for Madrid. But in the end Madrid is crowned the King’s Champions.
Sara smoothes a hand over her hand before she picks up the microphone. She is to interview one of the victorious winners but doesn’t know who yet. It’s a little nerve-frazzling. After all, these players were loved all cross the world and Sara is just a small time reporter trying to make it big.
“Shit!” Sergio swears after he turns off his ear piece. “Boss just said Casillas is on his way.” His smile is huge, his excitement poorly contained. “You’re going to interview Iker fucking Casillas!”
She does a little dance before hugging her laughing cameraman. After two and a half years of working together, they have developed a good friendship, one that surpasses the confines of their jobs. And though Sergio may not be the one who will being doing the one-on-one, he cannot help but share the excitement. Iker Casillas will be the first football he gets to record professionally.
When they see Real Madrid’s Captain making his way towards them, they split up and straighten, Sara with her microphone, Sergio with his camera carefully stowed on his shoulder.
“Hi, I’m Sara Carbonero with Telecino Sports,” She says a little timidly, star-struck really. It takes her a moment to realize that Iker has extended her hand but she eventually takes it, noticing that he doesn’t let go so quickly.
“Sara, Iker, I will count you in from ten,” Sergio says with a huge smile on his face. He’s dreamt of this moment ever since he first got into broadcasting. The goalkeeper turns his attention to him, his smile just as big.
“Not too long, yeah? We have some celebrating to do.” His eyes flicker with happiness and a little bit of teasing.
“Of course,” Sergio pauses to adjust the camera. “Congratulations by the way. Amazing final.”
He begins the countdown and Sara flashes her all-consuming smile when Sergio reaches to ‘1’. Even though she has one of the nation’s most celebrated athletes by her side, Sara has know settled down and is nothing but professional. She congratulates Iker immediately and asks him how it feels to win his first ever Copa del Rey, and to have finally won all possible competitions. In captain-like fashion, Iker answers diplomatically, praising both his team and his opponent on a hard fought match. He thanks the fans for supporting them as they had during the match and that they’ll continue fighting for the league until the very last second of the last match.
When Sergio calls it a wrap and stops recording, Sara thanks Iker for his time. To her surprise, Iker moves in for a kiss on to the cheek, one to each side, sharing a soft smile before moving towards the cameraman.
“Sorry, I never got your name.”
“Sergio.”
“Nice to meet you, Sergio.” He turns back to Sara. “Will you be covering the celebrations all night? We will be going to disco afterward. You two should come.” Something gets his attention far away and he lifts his hand to signal that he is coming before turning his attention to the reporter and her cameraman.
It’s Sergio who speaks up. “Yeah, we’d love to. Maybe you could give us your number?”
“Of course,” Iker replies and he gives his number to Sergio who programs it into his phone immediately. “We’re not sure where we’re going but just call me after we leave Cibeles.” He gives them a wave before leaving.
As soon as he is out of earshot, Sara fans herself, smiling devilishly. “How hot is he?”
Sergio laughs. “And he just invited us to their party. To a Real Madrid party!”
As they start to pack away the equipment, Sara thinks out loud. “I think he likes me.”
“Who?”
“Iker! Why else would he invite me?”
“Us,” Sergio says, trying his best to keep the bite out of his tone. “He invited both of us.”
“Sorry, how silly of me,” Sara says patronizingly as she pats his cheek before leaving. Sergio just shakes his head before he follows.
And thus began the competition of winning Iker Casillas’ affections.
characters: iker casillas, sergio ramos, sara carbonero
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
summary: au. rookie reporter sara carbonero and her cameraman sergio ramos get the job of covering 2011's copa del rey final.
a/n: this is short and i may continue this idk. i like the concept behind it but writing longfics right now isn't something i can do easily atm :( so i'm okay with leaving it as i have or maybe making this into a wip. LOL i just decided that i will definitely make this into a WIP with hopefully long chapters :)
“Can you believe it, Sergio? Because, I can’t. I really can’t.”
Sergio Ramos laughs as he fiddles with his camera equipment. He has been a cameraman for seven years now - ever since he was eighteen. He was lucky to get into the business through his uncle who has shares in a local TV news program in Sevilla. But now he has been in Madrid for the last two and a half years working with Sara Carbonero, an upcoming sports journalist. They have worked on little sports segments for Telecino before but today both Sergio and Sara have been slated to cover the second leg of the Copa del Rey final, a clasico between FC Barcelona and Real Madrid. It’s a dream come true.
They start off the match on the side lines of the pitch at the Santiago Bernabeu, with Sara giving a rundown of the history the football clubs share, how important this match is for the rivalry and discussed pitch conditions. The camera loves Sara. She’s young and beautiful, with confidence just rolling off her. She did start off a little shaky but when they cut to the broadcasters in the booth, Sergio had told her to relax, even cracked a few jokes to loosen her up a bit and by the end of it she had been amazing.
The match turns out to be everything the fans expected and more. The pressure is mounted high as possible. The match starts off with great energy, the crowd never quiet even for a second. Seventeen minutes in, Cristiano Ronaldo nets one passed Victor Valdes. The stadium just roars with excitement as the fans can feel their team inching closer to glory. But Barcelona isn’t one just to sit back. Leo Messi ties it up two minutes before added time of the first half and both teams head into the locker room being tied up.
So it all comes down to the second half which erupts with explosive football as the pressure begins to build. Both clubs have three men cautioned but no one lets up. Madrid earns a free kick twenty meters outside of the box. Ronaldo lines up the ball and takes the kick. It bounces off Pepe’s head and comes in contact with Valdes’ hands. However, the goalkeeper isn’t able to freeze the ball and it bounces directly to the feet of Mesut Ozil. It’s an easy tap in and the crowd bursts into cheers once again. The clock unwinds, too quickly for Barcelona, too slowly for Madrid. But in the end Madrid is crowned the King’s Champions.
Sara smoothes a hand over her hand before she picks up the microphone. She is to interview one of the victorious winners but doesn’t know who yet. It’s a little nerve-frazzling. After all, these players were loved all cross the world and Sara is just a small time reporter trying to make it big.
“Shit!” Sergio swears after he turns off his ear piece. “Boss just said Casillas is on his way.” His smile is huge, his excitement poorly contained. “You’re going to interview Iker fucking Casillas!”
She does a little dance before hugging her laughing cameraman. After two and a half years of working together, they have developed a good friendship, one that surpasses the confines of their jobs. And though Sergio may not be the one who will being doing the one-on-one, he cannot help but share the excitement. Iker Casillas will be the first football he gets to record professionally.
When they see Real Madrid’s Captain making his way towards them, they split up and straighten, Sara with her microphone, Sergio with his camera carefully stowed on his shoulder.
“Hi, I’m Sara Carbonero with Telecino Sports,” She says a little timidly, star-struck really. It takes her a moment to realize that Iker has extended her hand but she eventually takes it, noticing that he doesn’t let go so quickly.
“Sara, Iker, I will count you in from ten,” Sergio says with a huge smile on his face. He’s dreamt of this moment ever since he first got into broadcasting. The goalkeeper turns his attention to him, his smile just as big.
“Not too long, yeah? We have some celebrating to do.” His eyes flicker with happiness and a little bit of teasing.
“Of course,” Sergio pauses to adjust the camera. “Congratulations by the way. Amazing final.”
He begins the countdown and Sara flashes her all-consuming smile when Sergio reaches to ‘1’. Even though she has one of the nation’s most celebrated athletes by her side, Sara has know settled down and is nothing but professional. She congratulates Iker immediately and asks him how it feels to win his first ever Copa del Rey, and to have finally won all possible competitions. In captain-like fashion, Iker answers diplomatically, praising both his team and his opponent on a hard fought match. He thanks the fans for supporting them as they had during the match and that they’ll continue fighting for the league until the very last second of the last match.
When Sergio calls it a wrap and stops recording, Sara thanks Iker for his time. To her surprise, Iker moves in for a kiss on to the cheek, one to each side, sharing a soft smile before moving towards the cameraman.
“Sorry, I never got your name.”
“Sergio.”
“Nice to meet you, Sergio.” He turns back to Sara. “Will you be covering the celebrations all night? We will be going to disco afterward. You two should come.” Something gets his attention far away and he lifts his hand to signal that he is coming before turning his attention to the reporter and her cameraman.
It’s Sergio who speaks up. “Yeah, we’d love to. Maybe you could give us your number?”
“Of course,” Iker replies and he gives his number to Sergio who programs it into his phone immediately. “We’re not sure where we’re going but just call me after we leave Cibeles.” He gives them a wave before leaving.
As soon as he is out of earshot, Sara fans herself, smiling devilishly. “How hot is he?”
Sergio laughs. “And he just invited us to their party. To a Real Madrid party!”
As they start to pack away the equipment, Sara thinks out loud. “I think he likes me.”
“Who?”
“Iker! Why else would he invite me?”
“Us,” Sergio says, trying his best to keep the bite out of his tone. “He invited both of us.”
“Sorry, how silly of me,” Sara says patronizingly as she pats his cheek before leaving. Sergio just shakes his head before he follows.
And thus began the competition of winning Iker Casillas’ affections.