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catmiemy · 5 months

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Another Chance to Live Part 1 (Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader)

Summary: Ana and you are both struggling with unwanted transfers, but maybe you can at least find happiness off the pitch.

A/N: This is the first part of a story I've been working on for a while. I guess my way of processing my emotions about Ana's transfer. I've been in the denial stage for a long time 😅

The next two chapters are already written (just need to edit them) and so far it's a total of about 13k words. I'm now at a crossroad which will decide how long the story becomes. So I thought I'd publish the first part and see how much interest there is in a story like this to help me decide.

It felt like a cruel joke of the universe that now, now when you had been forced to leave, the woman you’ve had a crush on for years, joined your team, or well your former team. Words that made your heart crack a little more every time you thought them. Never in a billion years had you expected your team to become your former team.

Ever since you had first laid eyes on Ana you had been dazzled by her, not necessarily only by her looks, although you definitely enjoyed them, but also by her personality and her aura. She always radiated so much kindness and positive energy. It was impossible not to be drawn to her.

Sadly your paths didn’t cross all too often and when they did, Ana was always somewhere in the heart of whatever group you were part of, while you were lingering on the edges, looking in. So the Swiss woman was probably only vaguely aware of your existence, while you soaked up every detail you could find about Ana. The more you learnt, the more you liked her.

And yes, sometimes when you lay in bed at night you made up little scenarios how the two of you would meet. One of your favorite ones was Ana coming to Atleti, not really knowing her way around Madrid yet, so you take her under your wing and show her everything. And of course she starts falling for you as you spend so much time together. It was your imagination after all, so you could day dream all you wanted.

Now part of this little fantasy was actually coming true, Ana really was joining Atlético, and it frustrated you to no end that now that she came, you were gone. Although perhaps it wasn’t the universe being cruel towards you, maybe it was protecting you because even if you played for the same team there was no way the Swiss woman would ever go for someone like you.

Still, you spent a good amount of time fuming about it in your apartment. Possibly also because it was easier to focus on that rather than on the fact that your childhood club had just dropped you like you meant nothing. Every time you remembered the conversation with the club’s managers you felt like throwing up, hiding under the covers for the rest of your life, and ripping off your ears so you didn’t have to listen to one more word from them. So yeah, it was comforting in a weird way to think about your missed chance with Ana, especially since it never had been much of a chance anyway.

It was harder to hold on to that strange comfort when training actually started and you had to go to Real Madrid’s training center every day. Most days were spent attempting to do your best and keep your negative emotions in check, while thinking nonstop about how much you hated this, how much you wanted to return to Atelti, how much you wanted to leave Madrid altogether.

So all in all you weren’t having the best time, barely getting by was actually a more accurate way to describe it. Then a few weeks after the season started you got a call from Lola.

“Sooo I heard you’re doing a lot of moping these days,” she teased you.

However there was an underlying note of worry in her voice. You had done your best to pretend as if Atleti’s decision hadn’t hurt you, that these things happen in football, and you were completely fine with it, but Lola had seen right through it.

“I’m not moping, I’m just quiet and focused like usual,” you quickly defended yourself. It was only partially true, you hated every single second you spent at the training center of Real Madrid.

“That’s not what I’ve heard, but how about you convince me over a cup of coffee. Maybe tomorrow afternoon?”

You didn’t even question how Lola knew that you had the day off tomorrow, apparently she had some spies at Real. As much as you didn’t want to continue talking about the misery that was your new club, you did want to see your friend, so you agreed.

“I might ask some other people if they want to tag along. Everyone misses you,” Lola continued, making you happy and sad at the same time. It was nice to be missed, but you wished you weren’t in a position where you could be missed.

Before you could hang up, Lola told you to bring “your moping buddy Misa”, then she ended the call with a cackle, not giving you any chance to retaliate. In all honesty there was some truth to it, both you and Misa were unhappy at Real, so it wasn’t surprising that she was the only person you had really bonded with so far.

Going by Lola’s words you expected a big group the next day when you entered the café you had agreed upon. What you found however were merely three people, Lola, Misa and no one other than Ana.

Suddenly your stomach was filled with butterflies flapping their wings wildly, making you somewhat nauseous as a result. You hadn’t expected this and you weren’t prepared for it at all. If it wouldn’t have been incredibly rude you would have walked right back out of the café.

Instead you walked over to the small group, doing your best impression of a friendly smile. You could have sworn you saw a knowing glint in both Misa’s and Lola’s eyes. There was no way they knew about your crush though, right?

Lola jumped up when she saw you, hugging you tightly. “It’s good to see you, chica, I’ve missed you,” she told you.

You had to blink a couple of times to chase away the tears burning in your eyes. There was no denying that you had missed her too, all of your former teammates really. You longed to be back at Atlético, and not only because Ana was there.

Right, Ana.

You extracted yourself from your friend and smiled at the blonde. Should you hug her as well? Or greet her with kisses on the cheeks? That’s exactly why you should have been informed that Ana would be there, so that you could think this over beforehand. Or, well, over think it.

Unlike you Ana knew exactly what to do; she got up, greeted you kindly and gave you a quick hug. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N. We’ve never had much of a chance to talk, so I’m glad we get one now.”

For a few seconds too long you started at her. You were torn between awe, and a little bit of envy, at how easily the Swiss woman had navigated this greeting, and shock. She remembered you? She was happy to see you? Once your heart slowed down from a wild canter to a moderate gallop and your brain was working more clearly again, you realized that this was probably just something Ana had said to make the situation less awkward, not something she truly meant.

“So, do you want to sit down?” Lola suggested with a smirk on her face. Thankfully she left it at that though and you quickly sank down into a chair. You felt too embarrassed to look at Ana, so you completely missed the reassuring smile she sent your way.

After that things went much more smoothly, mostly because Lola and Ana carried the conversation, allowing you and Misa to remain in your preferred role, attentive listener. Your former teammate as well as your crush tried valiantly to draw you out of your shell, but out of fear of saying something stupid, you kept your answers as short as possible without being weird or unfriendly. If only you could think of something witty to say!

On the bright side your relative quietness gave you a good opportunity to study Ana. She was stunning as always, but you could easily spot the signs of the toll this move to the Atlético had taken on her; her smile wasn’t quite as wide as usual and didn’t reach her eyes, her voice was a little duller, there were badly covered up dark bags underneath her eyes and she was a bit more subdued than normal in general. Man, you really had spent way too long looking at any video of her you could find to notice things like that!

Then all of the sudden Misa let out a gasp. “I completely forgot I promised my neighbor I’d let in her daughter today. I need to leave right now to make it.”

You frowned at your teammate; it wasn’t like her to forget something as important as that. Was something more than her unhappiness with being stuck at Real bothering her? You made a mental note to ask Misa about it the next day, remind her that you were always there if she needed someone.

Misa’s departure didn’t really change anything in the dynamic, she hadn’t contributed much just like you. But then Lola got a phone call from her girlfriend who apparently needed your former teammate urgently. She looked at the two of you apologetically, however you could swear that there was some glee shimmering behind her regretful front.

“You girls should stay here and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Really I’m so sorry about this, don’t let it ruin your day,” Lola babbled, pressing a kiss to both your and Ana’s cheek before dashing out of the café.

You looked after her with confusion. The confusion however was short-lived, quickly drowned out by panic once you realized that you were now left alone with Ana. No more hiding behind other people, no more safety net. You weren’t ready. However leaving also wasn’t an option, there was no way you could do so without offending Ana, so you had to pull yourself together.

“I’m sorry about that,” Ana apologized, bringing your confusion back. As far as you were aware the Swiss woman had absolutely nothing to apologize for.

“They probably planned this because they think I need to be more social again. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jenni put them up to it, she’s been pretty worried,” the Swiss woman specified, leaving you reeling because you didn’t know how to deal with that much honesty.

“Oh,” you replied, praying that some more words would enter your brain. “Maybe they also did it for me. They think I’m pretty antisocial in general,” you finished, kicking yourself for making yourself look even more pathetic than you already did.

To your surprise Ana didn’t seem put off; on the contrary she chuckled and said, “Well we can be antisocial together then.”

The Swiss woman using the word ‘together’ in reference to the both of you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you could definitely get used to that.

In an attempt to take control of the situation and not end up blurting out something stupid if Ana asked you a question, you inquired how she was liking Madrid so far. It seemed like a normal thing to ask someone that had just moved to a new place.

However the Swiss woman didn’t answer right away, which was atypical for her who always seemed to have a reply ready. That combined with the guarded look in her eyes made you realize that this wasn’t a safe and easy topic for her. In your rush to make sure nothing that would be complicated for you came up, you had totally forgotten that Ana’s own move to Madrid had been anything but a happy occurence. Way to be selfish!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Forget I said anything, that was such a stupid thing to say,” you apologized frantically

“No, don’t worry, it’s fine,” Ana quickly reassured you. “I just don’t really know what to say. Obviously I didn’t want to come here, I miss Barcelona. Both the city and the team. So I’m not having the best time to be completely honest. Then again I also haven’t given Madrid much of a chance yet. So…”

The Swiss woman’s openness left you stunned once again. This could never be you, sharing your thoughts and feelings so freely. At the same time you noticed with a surge of excitement and dread that Ana’s explanation gave you a good opening, not unlike your daydreams in fact.

Your fear of being annoying and overstepping was battling hard against your longing to get to spend more time with the blonde in the future. In the end you decided to go for it, maybe Ana would appreciate it and if she didn’t want to hang out again, she could just say so. Of course there was still the fear of rejection holding you back, but you shoved that to the back of your mind. If you didn’t ask the answer would always be no, right?

“If you want to I could show you around Madrid sometime. I’ve lived here all my life so I know the place like the back of my hand and know some nice places. Totally fine if you don’t of course, I’m sure there are many other people that could show you around.”

You spoke in record speed, making it hard for Ana to follow, which was why it took her a moment to answer. These few seconds were some of the most horrible ones in your life. If she said no now all your hopes would be shattered once and for all. Everyone always said it was important to know so you could move on, but honestly if the Swiss woman didn’t want to spend any time with you, you didn’t want to know.

“That sounds great, I’d love to,” Ana replied once she had enough time to process your jumble of words.

“Really?” You double checked, the words out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Yeah, definitely,” the Swiss woman confirmed with a gentle smile. A smile that you returned happily. You hadn’t felt this excited in a while, it was a nice change from the bleakness that had become your constant companion.

The rest of your time together was spent chatting easily. You weren’t a great conversationalist, however with Ana it came much more natural. The blonde definitely did the heavy lifting, but you were happy with your own contributions. You even made her laugh a few times!

Later that day when you were back in your apartment you were much more critical, taking apart every single thing that you had said and coming to the conclusion that you must be the stupidest person on the planet. Thankfully you were going to get another chance in a few days and this time you would be better prepared. You would say interesting things and you would make sure Ana had a great time. The blonde deserved some joy and happiness and you would do your best to give her that.

Before your next meeting with Ana you actually made a plan; you would make a list of her interests and think of possible questions, some jokes and interesting facts you could mention. You spent one evening on it, working furiously and then you realized what you were doing, feeling very foolish all of the sudden. You scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash with some force.

This was pointless and unnecessary and totally embarrassing! Maybe you weren’t the best at coming up with things to say on the spot, but rehearsing everything like this was a role in a play was stupid. The urge to do absolutely everything to get Ana to like you was huge, however is she only liked this carefully crafted version of you that wasn’t any better than her not liking you at all.

Also, you shouldn’t even attempt to get the Swiss woman to like you. Just like you should keep your own crush in check. Ana’s life was complicated enough at the moment, you didn’t need to add your infatuation into the mix.

Unfortunately your noble plan to ignore your crush failed miserably. Whenever you spent time with Ana you fell a little more for her. It was simply impossible not to when she was the kindest, funniest, most interesting and on top of that most beautiful person in the world.

Like when you were out and about on one of your strolls to the city and a young couple approached you, asking if you could take a picture of them. As was typical for you, you hesitated for a moment; not necessarily because you didn’t want to, but because your mind was already working in overdrive, supplying you with every possible negative outcome.

Ana on the other hand smiled at them. “Of course! Where do you want to take it?”

And then she proceeded to take several pictures of the two, showing them to the couple, and when they weren’t completely satisfied yet, she even offered her own suggestions on how they might turn out even better.

All the way you were just watching them, well mostly Ana, with a goofy smile. You loved how much she cared, how much effort she put into random people she didn’t even know. No wait, you didn’t love that, you liked that, admired it.

Or when Ana convinced you to go into a tiny café. A place you would have never frequented on your own because the intimacy of it freaked you out. Not the blonde though. Within seconds she began chatting with the owner, a middle-aged woman who was thrilled someone showed so much interest in her small establishment.

The cake you got was very tasty as was the coffee and the homemade ice tea. You were quick to admit that Ana had made a good decision by forcing you to go there.

However what really pulled at your heartstring was that the Swiss woman went up to the owner afterwards and asked if it was okay to post about this place on Instagram. The poor woman almost started crying out of happiness and thanked Ana profusely, while the blonde kept insisting that this was nothing and really it should be her thanking the owner.

So it was safe to say that you fell deeper and harder every time you saw Ana. But it was okay, you had a foolproof way to make sure that the blonde didn’t figure it out and therefore her life didn’t get disrupted because of you. Whenever you echoed a statement Ana had made about how much she liked hanging out with you or that she thought you were a great person, you always added ‘friend’ into the mix; “I enjoy hanging out with you too, you’re such a great friend.” and “Aw thank you. You’re one of the best people and friends I know too!”

Sometimes when you were feeling particularly hopeful you wondered if the lack of specification on Ana’s part meant that she liked you as more than a friend. You always discarded the idea quickly though. It was much more likely that the thought of being more than friends was so ludicrous to the blonde, something that had probbly never even grazed her mind, that she didn’t feel the need to explicitly state it.

Despite having to resign yourself to the fact that Ana didn’t like you like that, it still made you happy that she was usually in a good mood when you were hanging out. Something you were secretly very proud of. Still every once in a while her sadness shined through, for example when she heard someone speak Catalan or when she saw something that reminded her of Barcelona.

One time a group of fans came up to her. They were friendly and excited and the Swiss woman matched their energy effortlessly. But then one of them mentioned how sad they were that Ana wasn’t playing for Barça anymore. You were forced to watch the blonde deflate slightly after that thoughtless statement. She was good at pretending though, so the fans were none the wiser.

When they were gone you gathered all of your courage. Up until now you had stayed in the shallows of easy conversation so this was a first and once again you worried about overstepping. But when you saw Ana’s sad eyes and the forcefully pulled up corners of her mouth, you couldn’t stay silent.

“Do you want to talk about it? I mean your transfer from Barça? I know we haven’t really talked about that or othe serious things yet, but I’m always happy to listen. I’m actually pretty good at that.”

The Swiss woman sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

“That’s very sweet but honestly I’ve been talking so much about it lately. Sometimes it feels like it’s the only thing anyone wants to talk about anymore. So if it’s okay with you could we just continue like before? The distraction has been helping a lot.”

You had been helping! Happiness flowed through you and your smile was maybe a bit bigger than was warranted for a situation like this. However unless Ana was studying you as intently as you always studied her, you doubted that the blonde would notice.

“Yeah, of course. I’m happy to help in anyway.”

Ana and you kept seeing each other regularly and it was the undisputed highlight of your current life. Honestly it was a little worrying how few other things brought you any joy, but you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on that.

So when you were put into a situation where you had to cancel on Ana you were devastated. It wasn’t an appropriate reaction to something so small, but you had a ten minute crying session until you could even begin to function properly again. Calling the Swiss woman was out of the question though, you were still chocked up and sniffling.

Instead you texted her, apologizing multiple times and explaining that you were roped into doing all sorts of things last minute for your father’s birthday tomorrow. You could have slapped yourself for not seeing this coming. Sure, your parents had assured you time and time again that everything was taken care of, but you should have known better. Then you could have done it before today and weren’t forced to cancel on Ana.

Only minutes after you had sent the text your phone started ringing with a call from the Swiss woman. With wide, panicked eyes you stared at the screen. In the end your desire to at least hear Ana’s voice if you couldn’t see her won out. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice anything.

„Hey I just saw your text and wanted to ask if I can help out with anything.”

You smiled at your phone, your heart warmed by Ana’s kindness. There was no doubt in your mind that she would actually follow through on your offer. Not that you would ever take it.

“Aw thank you so much, Ana! But it’s okay really. Most things I have to do at my parents place anyway. You know help them clean and decorate. So I’ll be out most of the day, and then in the evening I’ll have to bake the cake. Who knows how that’s going to go.”

You chuckled, even if you were feeling slightly panicked at the idea of baking. Normally your mother was in charge of that, but she had broken her arm a few weeks ago, so that was out of the question. Moments like this made you wish that you had some siblings or some cousins for that matter, just anyone to help you out.

“Not to brag, but I’m actually a great baker. So if you want some help, I’m happy to come over in the evening and help,” the blonde offered.

It would be nice to have some help, and you always wanted to see Ana. Plus she had brought up the idea of her own accord, so surely it was okay, right?

“That would be great actually. Thank you so much,” you replied, not giving your mind any more opportunity to drive yourself crazy.

Ana and you quickly planned everything out before you hung up and left to do everything else. With the prospect of seeing the Swiss woman later today you were a lot more cheerful than before.

“What’s got you so happy?” Your mother asked you while she supervised the decorating process.

It was incredibly frustrating since she kept criticizing everything you did. Every few minutes you had to step away for a moment, take some deep breaths and visualize how your evening with Ana would be, full of laughter and fun conversation.

“Not this, that’s for sure,” you muttered, low enough so that your mothers whose hearing wasn’t the best anymore, couldn’t here you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said louder, “I’m just in a good mood, I guess.”

There was no point in bringing up Ana. Nothing would ever happen between the two of you and even after knowing about it for almost ten years your parents still struggled with your sexuality. To avoid unnecessary conflict and awkwardness you never spoke about women you liked unless it was something serious. So never.

“You should focus on decorating and not smile so much. Maybe then we would get somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, but kept your mouth shut. No point in pointing out that most parents would be happy if their child was happy. And it wasn’t like your mother wasn’t happy about it, she just wasn’t good at being pleasant around you. Somehow she always felt the need to criticize you.

Hours later you got into your car, quickly drove away and as soon as you were a decent distance from your parents’ house you let out a loud scream, releasing all of the built up frustration. Then you set your focus on the near future, on the fact that you would be meeting Ana in half an hour at your apartment. Baking wasn’t really your thing, but baking with the Swiss sounded like a lot of fun. Anything was fun with her really; just being around her made you so happy.

When you got to your apartment Ana was already waiting for you, leaning against her car. A big smile appeared on the blonde’s face when she saw you and she waved at you happily. It warmed your insides, swept away any remnant of frustration from the long day with your parents, seeing how excited Ana was to see you.

You got set up quickly, putting out all the ingredients and opening up the recipe you had settled on. Then you turned to the Swiss woman expectantly.

“So any baking pro tips from you before we start?” You asked teasingly.

Ana looked at you sheepishly.

“To be completely honest I don’t really know that much about baking. I usually only bake once a year to make some Christmas cookie,” the blonde admitted, scratching her nose.

You frowned at her in confusion. This didn’t really make any sense to you, but you didn’t want to make Ana feel bad about it.

“So why did you say you did?” You asked carefully. „I mean only if you want to tell me, it’s totally fine if you don’t. I’m sure you had your reasons.”

The Swiss woman blushed a little as she explained herself, “I really just wanted to spend some time with you today.”

Your heart started racing at this confession, your hopes going through the roof. It didn’t take long for the logical part of your brain to bring you back to earth though. Surely this didn’t mean what you wanted it to mean. Most likely Ana was just struggling today and didn’t want to be alone.

“Oh I’m sorry you’re having a hard time today. You know you can always tell me that and if it’s possible at all I’ll always make time for you. You don’t have to make up reasons to hang out.”

Ana stared at you with a pained expression. It hurt your heart to see her in pain and it made you wonder if something had happened today, perhaps something that reminded her of Barcelona?

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked when the blonde stayed quiet, but then you thought better of it. “Wait no I’m sorry, you already said that you’re tired of talking about it before and that you prefer a distraction. So let’s bake!”

You put some extra excitement into your voice and made sure to keep up a stream of easy chatter as you got to work. For a while Ana remained a bit distant and quiet, but before too long her smile returned and she began talking and joking.

When the blonde laughed loudly at a joke you had made you felt very proud of yourself for giving Ana what she needed, a distraction. If you continued to be helpful she would keep wanting to hang out with you and that was also very much in your interest. Even if the knowledge that it meant something else to you hurt somewhat every time you thought of it.

However it was all worth it to get to spend time with Ana. Everything was worth that.

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femininefutbol · 2 years

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doctor's orders

request from here

prompt: in the aftermath of some locker room drama you end up becoming close with ana-maria crnogorčević

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i've been having a really hard time lately with motivation and my writing so i'm sorry for the lack of posts but i hope you enjoy this one

“Good morning” you call cheerily making your way into the locker room.

You are back training with the squad for the first time in a few months. You had previously stopped training and playing for the entire months of December and January. Instead you spent that time focusing all your attention on studying for the MIR exam, your final medical school exam before you are able to begin your residency. This break was expected by your coaches and an easy adjustment for the team as you have always been a bench player. You only ever wanted to play football due to passion but that passion had somehow landed you a relatively secure place on the FC Barcelona squad even if your appearances were few and far between.

You receive little to no response from the players who are in the room although it doesn’t phase you. Prior to your extended leave of absence you weren’t particularly close with many members of the team, well besides one. Jenni, your ex girlfriend and the person who has caused the mess that you are unexpectedly returning to.

“Finally back, Dr (Y/N)” Mapi states with a sneer, the odd action being your first indication that something had occurred while you were gone.

“I am, nice to see you” you respond sweetly and simply not playing into the clearly baiting conversation that Mapi is trying to start.

“I heard you had enough time to get around while you were ‘studying’” Mapi states, continuing whatever argument she is clearly trying to start.

“What?” you ask, a genuinely confused tone comes through your voice as you have no clue what she is even talking about.

“Oh drop it (Y/N), we all know you were out cheating on Jenni when you were supposedly having all this time off to ‘study’” Mapi explains further.

This causes the pieces to all slot together and you understand what is going on. Clearly while you had been away, genuinely studying to become a doctor, your ex girlfriend had told the team that the reason the two of you broke up was due to you cheating on her. The revelation causes a pang of anguish to course through your chest. Not only because Jenni would be so cruel as to turn your teammates against you, but also because it reminds you of the actual reason the two of you broke up.

“I didn’t cheat on Jenni” you state simply, walking away from Mapi and effectively ending the conversation not particularly caring if the defender believes you or not.

Rather than stick around the locker room with a bunch of people who are under the assumption that you would be so cruel as to cheat on someone you grab your boots heading out towards the pitch.

Once you are out of the locker room you take a deep breath, making your way over to the edge of the pitch, leaning on the metal fence looking out at pitches.

You had spent so much time during the last few weeks considering if you should even join back with Barcelona. You had the perfect opportunity for a way out with your upcoming residency being an extremely logical excuse. But you love football and playing for a team like Barcelona is the highest honour you could imagine in the world of football, especially as a homegrown culé.

You sigh, while you feel so at home here at the pitch just a few feet away in the locker room is a completely different story, with that place feeling like an absolute nightmare in comparison.

“Welcome back” a sudden voice startles you out of your thoughts, you hadn’t expected anyone to bother speaking to you.

“Oh my god” you breathe out, attempting to calm your heart that is now beating far too quickly. Once your heart finds a steady rhythm again you turn your head, curious about who is even bothering to speak to you.

You are met with the piercing blue eyes of Ana and while you hadn’t expected anyone to speak to you, if you had to guess one person who would she would be one of the last people on that list.

“Sorry for scaring you” she is the first one to speak again. The two of you had been leaning against the metal fencing in silence for a few minutes but obviously Ana was looking for a little more than silence.

“No it’s okay, I just didn’t expect anyone to really talk to me. I’m not sure if you were there at the time but your girlfriend didn’t give me the warmest reception so I assumed that word had been thrown around that I cheated on Jenni” you explain.

“I was there. Mapi isn’t my girlfriend anymore and yes Jenni did tell everyone that you cheated on her, I never really believed her though” She answers all of your unofficial questions.

Funnily enough she leaves you with many more questions in return, though you don’t bother asking, not wanting to push too much when it seems like she is the only one really willing to talk to you.

“Oh well, thank you then. I don’t feel that I really need to defend myself, I have never felt that anyone here has been too fond of me anyway so this is just the icing on the cake for them but I do want to say that I definitely didn’t cheat on her” you respond. For some reason you are nervous about how Ana views you, while it hadn’t mattered to you if anyone else believed that you didn't cheat, in this moment you actually care quite a lot about if she believes you or not.

Ana subtly moves closer to you, her shoulder touching yours, the point of contact being the first semblance of comfort that you have felt this morning.

“Working on your next conquest (Y/N)?” the voice is easily distinguishable, you turn around quickly, seeing your ex-girlfriend and a number of your teammates, all laughing at Jenni's comment.

You turn to reply, and it is clear by the look of annoyance on your face that whatever you say is going to be out of anger.

Before you can though Ana moves, touching your shoulder gently. “Don’t worry about them (Y/N), they aren’t worth it, especially not her” Ana comforts you, her comment works as your shoulders drop and the look of annoyance leaves your face, the small smile returning at Ana’s actions.

“Thank you”

“Of course” Ana smiles at you, the two of you taking the rest of your teammate exiting the locker room as your cue to begin warm ups.

While you have been dreading continuing to play with Barcelona there are two reasons that you continue to make the effort, football and Ana.

Playing football is something that always makes things better for you, the feeling of a ball at your feet making any other issues you may be having completely disappear. But currently playing with Barcelona doesn’t always have that same effect sadly, Every training session is crueling. While you are playing well, every touch takes so much effort with basically no one even bothering to pass to you or everyone purposely going hard on you. But even through all that, the bout of injuries making it’s way through the squad Jonatan has asked if you would be willing to be a starter for the time being, he thinks you are exactly what the squad need to be able to make it through the rest of the season and even hopefully win the Champions League.

But Ana, now she really is a reason for you to show up, she has been nothing but incredible to you over the past few months that you have been back. You hadn’t expected to develop a friendship with Ana after that first day back at training, you appreciated that she talked to you but you assumed that would be the end of it. Instead she has made an effort to speak to you every single day, partnering with you for drills, speaking to you about anything and everything and now even asking you if you’d like to do things with her outside of training. It had been sort of inevitable that you would develop feelings for the Swiss player.

It is now the end of March and you are preparing to come on at half-time during the Champions League match at Camp Nou against Real Madrid, in front of a sold out crowd. You had never imagined that you would be in this position, being able to play football for your childhood team in what will be the biggest game of your career.

Getting into the game is rather easy for you, and playing now brings back that feeling that you usually have when playing, nothing else matters, none of your issues are present as you run around the pitch. It is also made so much easier by your teammates actually playing with you rather than against you, all the rough training makes this match feel easy in comparison with each and every pass you receive or make landing perfectly.

In the 52nd minute a pass is sent your way, it is rather high which causes you to trap it with your chest, by the time you bring it down to your foot there is a Real Madrid player right in front of you. While you should pass it you know that you can score from this far out and the Real Madrid keeper is off her line, knowing this you take a shot, the ball flying through the air, chipping the keeper in the process and landing perfectly in the back of the net.

You did it, you just scored in a Champions League game, before you can even progress what you are doing you are at the bench jumping into Ana’s arms, she is the only person on the team who matters to you at this point. Even though your goal was important in changing the pace of the game and bringing Barcelona back the lead you dont care to celebrate with the rest of your team.

“You are playing incredibly (Y/N/N) keep it up” Ana whispers to you, holding on tightly for a few more moments before letting you go so the game can continue.

“Thank you Ana” you smile brightly at the blonde, running back towards the halfway line so the game can continue.

After your goal the rest of your involvement in the game is a little less impressive but you enjoy yourself until the final whistle blows anyway.

While everyone makes their way around congratulating each other or consoling Real Madrid players you only have eyes for Ana, watching as she makes her way around the sweet smile never leaving her face.

You must zone out as next thing you know Ana is wrapping her arms around you speaking congratulations into your ear, once you realise what is happening you wrap your arms around her as well.

“You wanna go meet some fans?” she asks after the two of you have stood in each others arms for a suspicious amount of time.

“Only if you come with me” you respond, grasping her arm and pulling her towards the side of her pitch with you.

Ana watches as you speak with children, signing their jerseys and making conversation, the look on her face can only be described as pure admiration.

You turn back to her after signing a few things, catching her dopey lovestruck look but thinking nothing, assuming she is just happy about the game.

“Lets go over to the rest of the group, keep up appearances” you speak. Ana just nods at you smiling, grabbing onto your hand, the two of you walking over to the group hand-in-hand not thinking much of it.

“Careful with her Ana, she isn’t known to be faithful” Mapi warns as the two of you join in with the rest of the group. The comment brings down your mood immediately, almost ruining the entire day for you with a single comment.

“Don’t worry about her” Ana looks directly into your eyes, her caring smile overturning any negative thoughts that have begun to surface.

“You two are probably perfect for each other” Mapi snarks again, not being able to just leave the situation alone.

While her comment was supposed to be hurtful, but instead it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach, you could only hope that you and Ana would be perfect for each other.

It has been a few weeks since the game at Camp Nou and thus a few weeks since the entire world began to speculate that Ana and yourself are dating. You have decided that today is the day that you will finally work up the courage to actually make a move, to determine if she does reciprocate feelings for you.

The two of you are sitting at the beach watching the sunset, something that has become something of a tradition since your first day back at training. There is a comfortable silence, one that leaves you alone to try and work up the courage to be able to do something about your crush.

You are forced out of your thoughts by Ana tapping your shoulder gently.

“So are you ready to tell me why you and Jenni actually broke up?” Ana asks,

“Are you ready to tell me why you and Mapi broke up?” you counter with a small smirk.

“She said she fell out of love with me, this it was just the natural progression of a relationship and that it wasn’t meant to be between us, b-” Ana stops herself from continuing with what she was about to say, not even wanting accept herself the real reason that Mapi broke up with her.

“But Mapi isn’t one for long term commitment, and someone new and exciting came along” you answer for her, already knowing more than well enough what Mapi is like.

“Exactly that” Ana sighs.

“Well since you told me, I guess you deserve to know why Jenni and I broke up” you state, your comment making Ana perk up.

“Please” she asks sweetly, while part of the reason she wants to know is pure curiosity she also really just wants to understand so she can comfort you in a more effective way than just general uplifting comments.

“To make it as simple as possible she told me that I don’t deserve my spot at Barcelona, followed by her telling me that I would never be a successful doctor either, just hours before my MIR exam” you inform Ana. The actual situation was much more complicated but those comments from Jenni were truly what broke you and caused you to finally end things.

“Did she make these sort of comments a lot?” Ana asks carefully, she has already guessed the progression of the relationship but she wants you to be able to feel comfortable enough to actually tell her yourself.

“Sometimes, they weren’t usually that bad, that one was the worst, and she wasn’t wrong either” you sigh, while you never wanted to admit it you know that Jenni was correct, there is no way that you could ever be a good enough footballer or doctor if you can’t choose between them.

Ana reaches over towards your lap, grabbing your hand in hers, the action causes you to suddenly look at her face, trying to understand what she is doing.

“(Y/N) you are an incredible footballer, you run circles around half of the fulltime players, you are a game changer whenever you are subbed on and all of the fans love you, I think there is almost just as many little boys and girls with (Y/N) on the back of their shirt as there are with Alexia. I can only imagine how much of an incredible doctor you are or will be as well, you put 100% effort into everything you do so there is no way you won’t be amazing at that as well” Ana speaks sweetly.

But by the time she is finished the two of you have your foreheads touching, you are staring into each other’s eyes and this is exactly what you have wanted but you still aren’t sure if it is what Ana would want.

“Fuck it” you whisper, closing the gap between you two, your lips meeting hers, immediately the two of you fall into a natural rhythm, your hands making their way to the back of her neck while hers grip your waist gently.

When you finally pull away Ana dramatically falls back onto the sand, her hand covering her forehead.

“Are you okay?” you ask nervously as you hover over her, you hope that you haven’t ruined things between her. You begin to curse yourself, she is the only person you have in your corner at the moment and you hate that you may have accidentally ruined things.

“Push one of epi, stat” Ana jokes.

“Did you just quote grey’s anatomy?” you ask in disbelief, all your mental strife clearing as you laugh at Ana’’s statement.

“Of course, did you just ignore my orders to ask a ridiculous question while the patient could be dying?” Ana asks back.

“I’m the doctor, I think I should be the one giving orders around here not you” you speak suggestively, straddling Ana’s waist, leaving her laying in the sand giggling underneath her.

“Okay doctor, and what would you suggest for a patient who is in shock that the person she has a crush on just kissed her?”

“Another kiss” you answer immediately, happiness takes over you completely, knowing that Ana feels the same way, that these feelings you have aren’t just one sided and you can continue to have her in your life, in the way you have been dreaming of.

Ana leans up, this time she is the one with her hands finding their way behind the back of your head. The two of you continue to passionately kiss for quite some time, only really stopping when you both run out of air and need to breathe.

“So did it work?” you ask, referring to the medical conversation the two of you had prior.

“I need to follow the doctor's orders more often” She answers, pecking your lips quickly before the two of you fall into fits of giggles.

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