#Roman Bürki Angst

[lxndonorris]

aftermath - Roman Bürki

Y/N x Roman Bürki

Theme: angsty fluff, fluffy angst (not too explicit)

Roman makes it up to you after having a fight x

word count: 1160+

tagging: @henrythickcavill​, @lawsandother​, @sunslittlesister​, @kngcleopatra​

The gloomy moonlight is nearly the only thing illuminating the streets of Dortmund and right now, you’re standing in front of one of your favorite clubs, holding yourself due to the cold wind swirling around your feet, legs, and hair. As if it isn’t already frustrating enough, everyone around you has the time of their life while you just hope to get home as soon as possible. After all, you felt like going out with one of your friends would be a nice distraction, after having a pretty harsh fight with your boyfriend Roman.

This morning, when you were grocery shopping, you were interrupted by two young girls, asking him for a selfie. Of course, he agreed and everything was okay until they started to flirt with him. You didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it in the store, but you couldn’t help yourself but notice that Roman was actually enjoying the attention he got. Back at home, you confronted him and one thing followed the other leading you to call your friend Rebecca to drink the pain away. However, she met a boy she liked and you felt like the third wheel. Nervously, you called Roman, asking him to pick you up. He agreed instantly and now you’re waiting for him, checking your phone one last time before you see his car pulling up right in front of you.

You take a few steps towards the car as the door jumps open, and you look at him, his facial expression shifting between tension and nervousness. “Hey, come in.” He says softly while you sit down, closing the door loudly, one way of venting your frustration. “Thanks for coming.” You say quietly, trying not to look at him too much. “Yeah, of course,” Roman says and the two of you head home. During the ride, both of you seem to be still mad at each other, with him cursing underneath his breath every time another driver does anything remotely annoying and you, sitting there with your arms crossed, looking at the streetlights, thinking about what to say.

After what feels like an eternity, you reach your apartment but before you can get out of the car, Roman turns to you and stops the engine. Still not looking at him, you hear him breathing deeply until he lets out a huge sigh. “Look.” He says softly, running a hand through his nicely done hair. Raising both of your eyebrows, you turn your head towards him, waiting for whatever he has to say. “Can we talk about what happened today?” Roman asks nervously, now scratching his arm through his jacket. “It’s okay, Roman. Really.” You say quietly, watching his whole body tensing again.

“Really? Cause it doesn’t feel like that.” He says, biting his lower lip. “Yeah, I’m still mad you know. But just let us go upstairs, I need to sleep.” You grunt deeply, and open the door, leaving Roman in the car. He stays in there for a few more seconds before you hear him locking it and walking a little further behind you. Together, you walk through the house, until you arrive in front of your apartment. You turn towards him, and without saying another word he opens the door and follows you inside. As soon as you get inside the hallway, you can hear music playing inside the living room, the air is filled with the faint scent of your favorite perfume and everything else seems a little odd.

Bewildered, you walk towards the door and open it, seeing the room decorated with more than a dozen little lights, some of them, formed into a big heart with something lying in between, an envelope. You turn around to look at Roman, but he is nowhere to be found. Confused, you take the envelope, open it, and find a hand-written letter.

“Dear Y/N,

I wanted to talk to you sooner but I didn’t find the right words to say and you know, that I am not that good at talking about my feelings. However, every time I look at you, your smile, your hair, or your eyes, there is no doubt about what I feel when you’re close to me. I wasn’t really thinking straight, and I should have reacted more understanding when you said that you were upset. That is on me, and I failed you. I cannot promise you that that will never happen again because I am stupid, but I can promise you that I will learn from today and not take you for granted. I am deeply sorry and hope you can forgive me. 

I love you.

Roman.”

Breathing heavily while you hold the letter in your shaking hands, you cannot help yourself and start sobbing quietly. “Roman-” You say loudly, turn around to see him standing behind you, a dozen red roses in his hands while he’s changed into one of his gorgeous, black-tailored suits. “I am so sorry.” He swallows hard and carefully takes a step towards you, his hands also shaking. “No, I am sorry.” You say, walking towards him and before he can say any other word, you hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. At first, he seems to be surprised, but then, he embraces your hug and puts his hands around your back, resting his head against yours.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong.” Roman says, gently stroking your back. “I did. I shouldn’t have been so mad, in the end, you did nothing wrong.” You say, your voice muffled by his suit jacket while a few tears start running down your cheeks. “I think we can agree on something.” He says softly, separates from you, and tenderly lifts your chin up with his hand. “It wasn’t our day.” The two of you share a quick laugh until he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Roman says, his voice breaking slightly.

“It’s okay. That letter was just too sweet and I’m a little drunk.” You shrug and giggle once again. He smiles shyly while his hands run down your shoulders, your arms to your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I really tried to tell you how much you mean to me.” You watch him tearing up now as well, before he wipes his own tears away, his face turning red immediately. Now, you lean into him and place one hand at his cheek, stroking his soft skin gently. “You don’t tell me how you feel, I know. I love you too.” You kiss him lovingly, right on to his lips.

Roman embraces your lips on him, and his hands squeeze yours tenderly. As soon as you separate from him, you fall back into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love you.” He says and places another kiss on to your forehead, while he gently strokes your back. Together, you spend some more time cuddling before you head to bed.

[footballffbarbiex]

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[emwritesfootball]

Proud of You | Roman Bürki

An unexpected addition to @footballffbarbiex‘s Big Screen Writing Challenge. (Amy, please don’t kill me for this. I was just looking for someone to write this very sad scene with and @lawsandother​ suggested Roman and I couldn’t say no. CC’ing @sunslittlesister​ so you can cry, too, Dana xx)

Taken from the Season 6, Episode 8 of Schitt’s Creek scenes between Ted and Alexis.

Word Count: 2,943 Warnings: angst (I cried writing this)

It felt so unrealistic to wake up next to him that she almost thought she was dreaming for a moment when she woke up from her mid-afternoon, post-sex nap. Roman had been in and out of her life for the last six years, but lately each visit seemed to bring a sense of dread that neither one of them could place. Timing had never been a strong suit when it came to their relationship, but they’d been trying like hell to make it work.

When he’d been at SC Freiburg, things had been a bit easier. The two-hour commute on the weekends or for special occasions felt like nothing and she always looked forward to those Fridays or Mondays off work so she could have just one more day with him. Then came Dortmund, or ‘the beginning of the end’ as she had started to think of these last five years. The distance added five hours to her drive, and in the beginning, it was worth it. She still got almost two days with him, but each time she left the pit in her stomach grew. For two years, they saw each other twice a month; then once a month for a year. Now, he only came to visit her when he got a call-up to the national team or when he came back to Münsingen for a holiday break, the latter of which seemed to happen more often as he hadn’t gotten a call-up since 2018. 

“You’re awake,” Roman mumbled, his eyes still closed but he could feel her presence as if she were a part of his own body.

“I am,” she confirmed, lifting up his tattooed arm so she could tuck herself into his side. She pressed a kiss to his chest, sighing contentedly.

“Did we switch places?” Roman joked, his chest rising and falling as he chuckled. “Usually I’m the one up before you.”

“Just wanted to surprise you, I guess,” she answered, feeling guilty at the lie that so easily fell from her lips. I couldn’t sleep knowing you have to leave me tonight.

She had stayed up for the half-hour that he’d napped, replaying their relationship over and over, all the good and the bad moments on a loop until she couldn’t take it anymore. The worst part about it all was that he had come to surprise her this time, but she was the one who had to be realistic.

She’d been working on a logo for a new up-and-coming local shop set to open soon - the newest in a long line of new clientele that had steadily started hiring her one-woman graphic design company - when she’d heard a rhythmic knock on the door. Thinking nothing of it, she set down her pen and walked over to the door of her studio, shocked but elated to find Roman on the other side.

“Oh, my god, Roman!” She’d squealed, jumping into his arms for a tight embrace. She hadn’t seen him in almost eight months and words couldn’t describe how good it felt to see his face after so long. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, smiling shyly.

She hadn’t expected it to feel this awkward. After all, they were still in a relationship...just one that happened to be almost 700 kilometers away and one where they stopped FaceTiming as often as they used to. “Oh my god, uhm, hi!” She said brightly, taking his face in her hands and kissing him deeply.

“Hi,” he mumbled when the kiss ended, reaching into his back and pulling out a Steiff bear wearing a t-shirt. “Sorry, there were limited options at the hotel gift shop.”

“Mehr Bier, bitte!” She read, laughing at the words. “So sweet.” Not quite sure what to say, she pulled him in for another hug. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” Roman murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent that he’d missed these last eight months. 

“Wait…” she paused, putting the pieces together, “there’s no break for months. What are you doing here?”

Roman looked away, wishing for a brief moment that he hadn’t fallen in love with such a perceptive woman, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I picked up a small injury in the match on Friday, so I was told to take a long weekend.”

Her brow furrowed as she did the math. “But today’s Sunday. How come you didn’t get here until,” she paused, checking her watch, “half-past noon today?”

“Well, I was supposed to be here yesterday morning, but I had some unforeseen car troubles.” Roman cringed, remembering the incident. “Got a flat within the first two hours of my drive, so I had to get my car repaired, which took longer than expected. Then, something happened with my engine that required an overnight repair and I didn’t make it out here until now.”

“That’s okay,” she cooed, running her fingers over the beard he’d been growing for ages now. “So, how long do we actually have, then?”

Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Just today.”

“Oh, wow, okay. Enough about your car troubles, then.” She took his hand and dragged him over to her bed, kneeling on it as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

“I just want to be with you and catch up and talk,” he said, leaning down to capture her lips in his before he laid her down on the bed and covered her body with his.

There had been no other way to describe what he’d done with her except that he’d made love to her. His love for her was in every kiss that he place on her body; every word from his lips and every caress across her skin. When he’d asked if they could cuddle afterwards as he pulled her into his side and subsequently fell asleep, a part of her couldn’t help wondering just what the future held. 

“You still with me, Schatz?” Roman asked, nudging her playfully to get her attention.

“Yeah, sorry,” she replied, clearing her throat as he brought her out of her head once again. “Got distracted, is all.” When she looked over at him, the look on her face had her stomach dropping. “Is everything okay?”

Roman took a deep inhale, steadying himself for what he was about to say; no matter how many times he’d rehearsed it in his head, it still pained him to say it. “I just..thought that it was important that we have this conversation in person.”

Her heart started to race, and for a moment all she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears as it pumped through her veins. “Roman, are you breaking up with me?”

“No,” he answered quickly, shaking his head. “That’s the last thing I want to do.” He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“Oh, thank god.” She breathed a sigh of relief, tracing the tattoo on his pec. “Then, what is it?”

“I don’t remember when we last talked about this, but my contract with Dortmund is up at the end of this year and the managers want to talk to me about re-signing.”

“Wow,” she said, stunned. Of course she was well aware of how good he was, regardless of how long it had been since he’d gotten a National Team call-up. He was a key player for Dortmund, starting almost every match, and even though she cringed every time the ball came his way, she tried to watch all of his appearances whether he knew it or not. “How long would your new contract last?”

“The foreseeable future. Five years at minimum is what we discussed, provided I don’t have any major injuries. We even talked about the possibility of me retiring with the club, but that’s at least a decade away if things go my way.”

She cursed in Swiss-tinted German, the unexpectedness of it all hitting her like a punch to the gut. Tears sprang to her eyes and she blinked them back, hoping Roman hadn’t seen them. “That’s a long time,” she said when she’d regained her composure, trying desperately to find some small bit of hope to cling onto.

“Yeah…”Roman agreed, trailing off. “I just… I keep waiting for things to get easier for us.”

“So, uh, what are you gonna tell them?” She asked, placing a hand on his forearm as some modicum of reassurance.

“I- I don’t know. I was hoping that the drive to you would clear my head and show me the right answer, but-” he took her hand in one of his, focusing on that so he wouldn’t have to look her in the eye, “seeing you? I don’t wanna lose this.” He took her hand and placed it over the tattoo on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat under her fingertips.

“Okay, so what do we do?” She asked, her brain already switching into work-mode trying to figure it all out. “Do I just pack up my life and move to Dortmund with you?”

“Or I move back here,” Roman said, and she could already hear the melancholy in his voice.

“And turn down the opportunity to finish out your career at a great club before you move onto the next chapter of your life,” she finished for him, the heavy feeling in her heart returning.

Roman sighed, running a hand over his scruff and then through his hair, not knowing what to do. “I was hoping that we’d have the weekend to talk it over, figure it out, formulate a plan, but then-”

“Your car, I know,” she replied, unable to keep the bitterness out of her tone. A lump was starting to form in her throat and she knew the tears were going to start falling very soon, and she knew that if they did, she wouldn’t be able to stop them until she was all cried out. “I’m gonna need a minute to think about this…”

“There has to be a way through this.” Roman felt like he was pleading now, hanging on to the one reason outside of family he came back to Münsingen. 

She gave him a sad, watery smile, taking his face in her hands and giving him a soft kiss. “I liked this a whole lot better before we started talking.”

“Me, too.”

- - -

She took a walk while Roman showered, accidentally wandering into the café they’d met at six years before. It wasn’t often that she came to this café as everywhere she looked seemed to remind her of them and the time they’d spent here together. 

The same person who’d waited on them the very first time all those years ago was still behind the counter, greeting her the moment she walked in. “I haven’t seen you around here in awhile,” the old woman said, giving her a warm smile.

“I haven’t had much reason to be back here in awhile,” she answered, taking a seat at one of the stools at the bar area. “I just needed to get out and...clear my head.”

The woman nodded solemnly, pouring a cold glass of water. “Is everything okay?”

“I don't know.” It was an honest answer, but one she hadn’t voiced until now, the words sounding odd coming out of her mouth. She ordered her usual, her mind wandering back to the very first time she’d met Roman here. 

The old woman said her name a few times, finally getting her out of her reverie. “Here’s your order,” she said, nudging the cup toward her.

“Do you ever have those days where you wonder why things can’t just be easier?” The question was out of her mouth before she could even stop it, but thankfully there wasn’t anyone else but her and the old woman in the cafe. 

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Those three words opened up a flood of emotions and before she knew it, she was pouring her heart out to the woman behind the counter. She wasn’t sure if the woman knew who she was talking about - with a population of a little more than 11 000, Münsingen was on the larger side of municipalities, but with only a handful of well-known professional footballers, she couldn’t be sure. 

By the time she walked out of the cafe, she knew what she was going to do.

- - -

Roman double-checked the address on his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, but he knew he had it right. He stood outside, adjusting his suit and tie one final time as he took in the sign for the café. There had been a weird feeling in his gut from the moment she’d left to the moment he’d received her text telling him to meet her here at this address at 7pm. 

The little bell at the top of the door jingled as he entered, signalling his arrival. Roman turned the corner to find the café completely empty, save for his girl in the centre of the room, ‘their’ booth adorned with candles and wine. Jazz music was playing softly over the speaker, and Roman couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“What is all this?” He asked, his gaze roaming over her. She was dressed in one of his favourite dresses on her, and Roman felt awestruck in her presence.

“Sit,” she said, gesturing to ‘his’ side of the booth as she took her own seat opposite him.

“Did you close down the whole café?” Roman tried to make conversation, unsure of what to do next.

She lifted a shoulder in a partial shrug. “I’ll leave that to your imagination.”

Just then, the old woman came over. Roman felt like he was back in that café seeing the woman he now called his girlfriend for the first time, familiarity shocking him unexpectedly. “So, the set menu for tonight is mozzarella sticks, four-cheese lasagna, and a blueberry cheesecake for dessert.”

“That’s a lot of dairy,” Roman balked but couldn’t hide the fact that he was very hungry and it all sounded appetizing.

“All your cheat-day favourites,” she said as the woman walked away. 

Roman’s chest tightened at the gesture that subtly hinted how well she knew him. The crossroads they were at now was just a bump in the road he kept internally repeating to himself, hoping he’d start to believe it soon. “So…” he started, clearing his throat. A part of him didn’t want to do this now before they’d even eaten, but he’d be remiss if he didn’t at least say something.

She said, the words for him, though, and time seemed to stop. “You can’t move back here, Roman. You’ve been offered the job of your dreams and there’s no turning back now. Just think of all the trophies you can bring to Dortmund. Maybe you’ll even get another national team call-up before you retire. You’ve got so much to accomplish in Germany and I don’t want to hold you back.”

“What about you?” Roman asked. He felt like he was grasping at straws, but he needed to know that she was going to be okay without him even if it broke him. “What are you gonna do?”

“I can’t move with you, Roman.”

“I wouldn’t let you even if you tried. You’re building something special here with your graphic design business, and you deserve to see where it takes you.” Roman swallowed past the lump in his throat, reaching across the table for her hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m so proud of you.” She played with his fingers, trying to steady her emotions. “I’d like to think that we helped each other get here.”

Roman’s other hand came up, taking her chin between his thumb and index finger so she could look at him as he said with certainty, “I know we did.”

“And when you drive back to Dortmund tomorrow, I want you to know how grateful I am to have met you.” 

“I don’t think I’m ever going to meet another woman who made me feel the way that you do.” Roman’s eyes searched hers. He needed her to know that he spoke the truth. Losing her would be the biggest loss of his life, but on some level he’d known that this was going to be the last trip he made to see her the moment he’d turned onto her street and this confirmed it.

“I’m sure there’ll be some other woman...somewhere.” She tried to make a joke but it fell flat, the thought of Roman moving on to someone new making her want to cry.

Finally defeated, Roman sighed. “Can’t say that we didn’t try.”

Six, almost seven, years. That was how long the two of them had supported the other, through good and bad. There had been some rough patches and more than a few fights, but they’d always come back from them stronger than ever. 

“I love you, Roman,” she whispered, releasing his hand.

“I love you, too.”

Roman leaned in and she did, too, their lips meeting in soft kiss goodbye that said all they couldn’t say with words.

With tears in her eyes, she stood up and Roman instinctively shifted over so that she could come sit next to him in the booth. He put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. Reaching over, Roman grabbed his wine glass and gesticulated a toast. “To us.”

She did the same, looking over at him as their glasses clinked together.

“To us.”

[raphavarrane]

masterlist.

SONG SERIES

like the movies (roman bürki) / pt 2

good together (antoine griezmann)

ruin my life (neymar jr.)

the reason (rafinha)

FLUFF ALPHABET

rafinha

marco asensio

REQUESTS

welcome home (marco asensio)

dreams (rafinha)

ballroom blues (kepa arrizabalaga)

forever and always (marco asensio)

one call away (rafinha)

bare it (raphael varane)

good luck charm (marco asensio)

run (rafinha)

screw tradition! (marco asensio)

RANDOM WRITINGS

my girl is beautiful (antoine griezmann)

daddy’s girl (neymar jr.)

all i want (antoine griezmann)

in time (marco asensio)

helpline (rafinha)

say anything (kepa arrizabalaga)

ANGST CHALLENGE

oversleeping (roman bürki)

30 DAYS OF DOMESTIC FLUFF [STARRING RAPHAEL VARANE] * DISCONTINUED*

DAY 1: waking up together

DAY 2: morning routine

DAY 3: doing laundry

DAY 4: a night in

DAY 5: nighttime routine

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Dortmund. Er war einer von Marc Bartras engsten Freunden im BVB-Team - Roman Bürki (27). Am Mittwoch sagte der Torwart des BVB im Prozess gegen Sergej W. aus.

Und schildert die beklemmenden Momente nach dem Anschlag. „Marc saß mir schräg gegenüber. Nach dem Anschlag sah ich ihn blutend.“

Weiter beschreibt der Torwart, dass er länger im Bus blieb als jeder seiner Teamkameraden. „Ich bin bis zum Schluss mit den Physiotherapeuten bei Marc geblieben. Marc hat geschwitzt, ihm war übel, er war auch ganz bleich.“

Erst als Bartra aus dem Bus gebracht wurde, ging auch Bürki.

Roman Bürki im Prozess: „Ich habe immer noch Angst“

Er habe noch immer Angst, wenn es hinter ihm ein lautes Geräusch gebe. „Das ärgert mich, ich werde da auch ein bisschen. Manchmal habe ich auch das Gefühl zu fallen und Träume, die ich vorher nicht hatte.“

Sokratis: „Ich werde das nie vergessen“

Einen anderen Weg mit den Geschehnissen umzugehen, hat Bürkis Innenverteidiger-Kollege Sokratis (29) gefunden.

„Ich habe für mich ausgemacht, dass das Leben weitergeht. Ich werde das nie vergessen. Es wird für immer eine schlechte Erinnerung bleiben. Aber ich habe das für mich verarbeitet.“

Raphaël Guerreiro kämpft bei Aussage mit den Tränen

Teamkamerad Raphaël Guerreiro kämpfte während seiner Aussage mit den Tränen. „Wir hatten Angst, wir wussten nicht, ob jemand auf uns schießt“, beschreibt der 24-Jährige die Momente nach dem Anschlag. „Ich habe kurz danach ständig darüber nachgedacht. Konnte nicht richtig schlafen. Besonders wenn es zu der Familie zurückging...“ Dann versagte dem Außenverteidiger die Stimme.

Nach Guerreiro werden am Mittwoch noch Julian Weigl, Nuri Sahin, Shinji Kagawa, Lukasz Piszczek und Christian Pulisic aussagen.

DerWesten.de 25.04.18

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Instant Parents - Mistakes and Accidents

by FootballerInDreams

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Words: 142, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Christian Pulisic, Felix Passlack, Original Female Character(s), Marco Reus, Julian Weigl, Roman Bürki, Marcel Schmelzer, Marc Bartra, Mikel Merino

Relationships: Felix Passlack/Christian Pulisic, Christian Pulisic/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Cheating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff

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I was tagged by @thfc-trash  rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. coke or pepsi: pepsi disney or dreamworks: disney coffee or tea: coffee books or movies: books windows or mac: windows dc or marvel: dc xbox or playstation: Well i don’t have either of them so i can’t really pick  dragon age or mass effect: Dragon age night owl or early riser: neither of them i’m like in between (tired all the time)  cards or chess: cards chocolate or vanilla:  chocolate vans or converse: vans are my favorites (i have too many shoes tbh)  although converse are more comfortable lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: idk  fluff or angst: angst beach or forest: forest ( i hate beach because i can’t swimm)  dogs or cats: cats clear skies or rain: rain   cooking or eating out: eating out spicy food or mild food: spicy halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Christmas  would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold  if you could have a superpower, what would it be: talking to animals and understanding them would be great but people would probably thing i’m weird or something animation or live action: both paragon or renegade: paragon baths or showers: baths team cap or team ironman: team cap? fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy  do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so what are they?: i don’t really have favorite guotes beside Troye Sivan’s : i spend 99% of my life on my laptop and I’m not even sure what i do on my laptop ( I’ve never related to something more than to this)  youtube or netflix:Youtube harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter  when you feel accomplished: At school when i say something that’s right and nobody else knew it star wars or star trek:  star trek paperback books or hardback books: paperbacks (Hardbacks are expensive and i’m poor)  horror or rom-com?:horror  to live in a world without literature or music: idk i can’t pick one it’s too hard  pastel colors or dark colors: both tv shows or movies:tv shows all the way (I don’t remember the last time i watched and enjoyed a movie)  city or countryside: it depends bc city is nice when you want to go shopping bc it’s close but countryside is also nice bc it’s calm (My parents have a holiday house in the countryside and the internet doesn’t work there so i will probably pick city)  If any other zodiac sign could describe you, what would it be:  idk i’m fine with my own (Taurus)  If you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be?: A fever you can’t sewat out (Panic! at the disco)  cinema or theatre?: cinema If you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be?:yuri plisetsky so i will see Victor and Yuri all the time  are you an ‘all or nothing’ type or are you more consistent?: i’m not really all or nothing but i’m more that then consistent travelling or staying at home?: traveling If you could have a meal with three people, alive and dead, who would you choose?:   Marc-André ter Stegen,  Rafael Alcântara and  Artur Jędrzejczyk favourite sports team?: Borussia Dortmund and Arsenal Paris or London?: London knitting or crocheting: Crocheting My questions: If you could live someone’s life for one day who would you be:  Roman Bürki because everyone likes him and i will finally know how it feels to be hot

I want to tag @maxmeyerwife @skamisako @prince-dybala and @alessialovestheinternet 

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Den 11. April 2017 wird er niemals vergessen: Auf dem Weg vom Mannschaftshotel zum Signal Iduna Park vor dem Champions-League-Viertelfinale gegen Monaco explodierten in einer Hecke neben dem Dortmunder Team-Bus drei Sprengsätze mit Splitterbomben. Dabei wurde Marc Bartra schwer am Arm verletzt. Der Spanier zog sich Fremdkörper-Einsprengungen und einen Bruch der Speiche am rechten Handgelenk zu. Genau 50 Tage nach dem Anschlag spricht er jetzt emotional über die Minuten im Bus – und die Folgen für sein Leben. Zum Termin mit SPORT BILD brachte Bartra den DFB-Pokal mit, kam ohne seine Arm-Manschette, die er bei den Spielen zum Schutz tragen muss. So war seine Narbe, die mit fünf Stichen genäht wurde, deutlich zu sehen. SPORT BILD: Herr Bartra, wie haben Sie Ihren ersten Titel in Deutschland erlebt? Marc Bartra (26): Es war einfach unbeschreiblich. Ich habe in Dortmund schon viel Unterstützung durch die Fans erlebt, aber was am Sonntag am Borsigplatz und in den Straßen los war, toppte alles. Ich konnte es förmlich in den Gesichtern all der Kinder, Frauen und Männer sehen, wie glücklich sie sind. Das hat mich sehr an Barcelona erinnert, da war der Siegerkorso auch ganz speziell. Aber in Dortmund habe ich noch einen Tick extremer gefühlt, wie viel den Menschen hier der Fußball und der BVB bedeuten. SB:Nach dem Finalsieg gegen Frankfurt haben Sie sich in Berlin ein Stück vom Tornetz herausgeschnitten. Warum? MB:Als ich mit Barcelona das Finale der Champions League 2015 in Berlin gewonnen habe, hat Piqué das Tornetz rausgeschnitten. Ich wollte damals ein Stück abhaben, aber wir haben das bei den Feierlichkeiten dann irgendwie vergessen. Dieses Mal habe ich mir schon im Vorfeld gesagt, dass ich es auf keinen Fall vergessen darf. SB:Was passiert damit jetzt? MB:Das ist eine schöne Erinnerung und kommt in meine Sammlung mit den vielen Trikots und Medaillen, die ich schon zu Hause habe. SB:Ist durch den Titelgewinn auch der schreckliche Anschlag vom 11. April vergessen? MB:Nein, das werde ich niemals vergessen können. Aber ich kann es sehr gut verdrängen. Das schaffe ich vor allem durch die riesige Unterstützung von meiner Familie, Freunden, der Mannschaft, dem Verein und den Fans. Am Anfang war es aber extrem schwierig. SB:Wie oft haben Sie seitdem an die Ereignisse im Bus gedacht? MB:Das passiert immer wieder. Zum Beispiel, wenn es irgendwo einen Knall gibt. Oder wenn ich in den Mannschaftsbus steige. Die ersten Wochen war ich sehr nervös, aber jetzt macht mich das noch stärker, weil ich weiß, dass ich diese Hürde überwunden habe. SB:Hatten Sie auch Albträume? MB:Nur ein einziges Mal, obwohl da schon fast vier Wochen seit dem Attentat vergangen waren. Ich bin mitten in der Nacht schweißgebadet aufgewacht. Der ganze Moment lief noch einmal wie ein Film ab. Das war sehr real. Erst als ich gemerkt habe, dass ich in meinem Zimmer liege, war ich total erleichtert, fast schon glücklich. SB:Können Sie darüber sprechen, was im Bus genau passiert ist? MB:Ja, mittlerweile ja. In den ersten Tagen fing ich dabei immer zu zittern an. Auf dem Weg vom Hotel in den Bus haben wir noch Autogramme geschrieben und Fotos mit den Fans gemacht. Im Bus war eine superfriedliche Stimmung, so ruhig war es, glaube ich, noch nie. Wir waren an diesem Tag alle total fokussiert und hatten das Spiel gegen Monaco im Kopf. SB:Und dann? MB:Es gab auf einmal einen lauten Knall. Von der Seite spürte ich eine warme Druckwelle, dann große Schmerzen am Arm. In meinen Ohren piepte es. Ich hörte eigentlich nur noch das Piepen und das dumpfe Geschrei von Roman, Nuri und Schmelle (Bürki, Sahin und Schmelzer; d. Red.). Sie riefen: „Marc, auf den Boden, leg dich hin.“ Ich war erst mal wie paralysiert. Von meinem Arm tropfte Blut. SB:Wie ging es weiter? MB:Ich schaffte es, mich auf den Boden zu legen. Eine unglaubliche Hitze breitete sich in meinem Körper aus. Ich musste heulen und war kurz davor, das Bewusstsein zu verlieren. Dann war auch schon unsere Physiotherapeutin Swantje da. Sie gab mir immer wieder Ohrfeigen und schrie dauernd, dass ich nicht einschlafen solle. Dazu spritzte sie mir Wasser ins Gesicht. Das lief alles in zehn Minuten ab, aber mir kam es wie Stunden vor. Die große Angst war, dass wir nicht wussten, ob wir sicher sind oder es weitere Angriffe geben würde. Diese Ungewissheit war fast das Schlimmste daran. SB:Wen haben Sie danach als Erstes angerufen? MB:Ich konnte niemanden anrufen. Bei der Explosion hatte ich mein Handy in der Hand. Das ist durch den Bus geflogen, und es wurde mir erst später wiedergebracht. Wahrscheinlich hätte ich es in dem Moment eh nicht benutzen können. Nachdem ich versorgt wurde, habe ich dann meine Freundin Melissa angerufen. Das war sehr emotional. SB:Wie viele Briefe oder SMS haben Sie in den Tagen danach bekommen? MB:Ich habe sie nicht mehr gezählt. Von so vielen Leuten, die ich vorher gar nicht kannte. Von Fußballern, von Trainern, Sportdirektoren. Das hat mir sehr viel Kraft gegeben. Besonders schön war, dass meine Mitspieler am nächsten Tag gegen Monaco T-Shirts trugen, auf denen sie mir Mut machten. SB:Auf den T-Shirts stand „mucha fuerza“, was auf Deutsch „viel Kraft“ bedeutet. Was hat Sie darüber hinaus noch berührt? MB:Überragend war der Besuch von Nuri, Schmelle und Gonzalo (Castro; d. Red.) nach meiner Arm-OP. Die drei sind direkt nach dem Spiel gegen Monaco ins Krankenhaus gekommen. Das war kurz nach Mitternacht, und ich war gerade erst aus der Narkose aufgewacht. Das hat mir extrem viel bedeutet. SB:Was hat sich seitdem in Ihrem Leben, Ihrem Alltag verändert? MB:Ich habe ein anderes Verständnis für Zeit bekommen. Was in zwei, drei Tagen ist, ist unglaublich weit weg. Ich habe am eigenen Körper erfahren müssen, wie schnell sich das Leben verändern, gar vorbei sein kann. Deshalb genieße ich meine Zeit viel intensiver. SB:Sitzen Sie noch immer auf dem gleichen Fensterplatz im Bus? MB:Ich kann mich noch gut daran erinnern, als ich das erste Mal wieder eingestiegen bin. Das war in Monaco beim Rückspiel. Ich stand vorne im Gang und konnte nicht weiter. Ich habe mich tief in den erstbesten freien Sitzplatz fallen lassen. Aber als ich wieder regelmäßig mit dem Team unterwegs war, konnte ich damit umgehen. Ich wollte wieder mein gewohntes Leben leben. Und deshalb sitze ich wieder genau da, wo ich immer saß. Hinten in der Ecke. SB:BVB-Boss Hans-Joachim Watzke sagte, er könne sich vorstellen, den mutmaßlichen Attentäter zu treffen, um die Motive besser verstehen zu können. Sie auch? MB:Nein, auf keinen Fall. Der Attentäter verdient es nicht, dass ich auch nur eine Sekunde an ihn verschwende. SB:Spürten Sie erstmals im Leben so etwas wie Hass auf einen Menschen? MB:In den ersten Tagen ging es vielleicht in diese Richtung. Aber ihn zu hassen wäre schon zu viel Aufmerksamkeit, und deshalb tue ich es auch nicht. Ihm war völlig egal, wie vielen Leuten er Leid zugefügt hat. SB:Nach dem Spiel gegen Hoffenheim haben Sie geweint, nach dem Pokalsieg auch. Vergießen Sie sonst oft Tränen? MB:Nein, ich bin eigentlich nicht so nah am Wasser gebaut. Aber die Partie gegen Hoffenheim hat das Fass zum Überlaufen gebracht. Ich habe bis dahin so viel erlebt. Ich dachte ja, dass ich vielleicht nie wieder Fußball spielen kann. Und dann war das Spiel auch noch so spannend mit dem entscheidenden Elfmeter. Mit dem Abpfiff hat sich bei mir dann alles entladen. Ich war wieder da, ich stand wieder auf dem Platz. Einfach ein unbeschreibliches Gefühl.

Marc Bartra Interview Sportbild.de 04.06.17

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In the Name of Love

by Janie94

Words: 4968, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jakub Błaszczykowski, Łukasz Piszczek, Sokratis Papastathopoulos, Mats Hummels, Erik Durm, Marco Reus, Roman Bürki, Franck Ribéry, David Alaba, Arjen Robben, Sandro Wagner, Arturo Vidal, Nuri Şahin, Thomas Müller, Manuel Neuer, Robert Lewandowski

Relationships: Jakub Błaszczykowski/Łukasz Piszczek, Jakub Błaszczykowski/Robert Lewandowski, Thomas Müller/Manuel Neuer, other relationships mentioned

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Dragon!Jakub, Wyvern!Łukasz, Mates, Bonding, Mentions of non-con, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Abduction

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