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burkithebee · 7 years

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When is ready the next chapter of Roman imagine ? 😍

I really don't know bc I'm really busy with my work and I don't have the inspiration for the moment BUT that's not mean that this is gonna be the end of IBIZA VIBES!

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burkithebee · 7 years

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Hi I wanna share my opinion however I know you maydisagree butI have to share itOK well What IfReus left BvBin2015I mean he received offers from Barcelona,real Madrid, AMadrid,ManUnited,Lvrpl,PSG also Bayern won't it be better for himI mean Marco is a very professional player deserve to win trophies Hes a great player deserves to have a good memories amd a good careerSo I mean don't you think it would be better for him if he left BVB back then? better for his own career(FAN FO DORTMUND)

I love Marco like if I was my child you know and I want that he’s happy with him and his career but lmao let’s be honest, his career is completely over for the simple reason that he got too much injures. And however if he comes again and again on the pitch, after many months this is the same case everytime; he got injured. So yes, he’s such a diamond in this sport bc he’s brilliant on the pitch BUT bc he was too much injured, that’s not a good idea to move from the BVB club to an another bc if he stay at Dortmund, that will be a legend for all of us. And he got such occasions to leave dortmund WHEN his health was really good and he doesn’t left the club. So now, do you think he gonna leave dortmund plus the case that his health is not really better than before ? I don’t think so.

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burkithebee · 7 years

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The other loml; Marco Reus.

#marco reus #reus #mr11 #loml #bae #dortmund #borussia dortmund #bvb #bvb09 #black and yellow #old but gold #echte liebe

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burkithebee · 7 years

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IBIZA VIBES | Part four.

Pair | Roman Bürki x OWC (original woman character)

Category | fluff and smut

FIRST PART // SECOND PART // THIRD PART

For this fourth part and to feel the athmosphere of it, check the sound VALD - VITRINE which inspired me for this part, thx!

Roman remained for a moment like that, without moving, looking at her. How..? He couldn’t explain it. But was it really necessary to know everything now? Roman was the kind of person to be a little bit too curious. He always wanted to know everything. In the locker rooms, every time the boys talked, he always had a ear somewhere, listening to the conversations that surrounded around him.

But then, strangely enough, he didn’t want to know everything. He wanted to keep this mystery. He wanted to keep that special atmosphere that changed him from the usual.

The other women, when they knew who Roman is, that was their first subject of conversation. 'Oh, but you’re the keeper of Borussia Dortmund! What does it mean to be a footballer? Can we make a picture? And your teammates how are they outside the cameras and the fields? ‘

It was tiresome.

Inara grabbed her bracelet and slid it onto the magnetic lock of the door, allowing it to be open. The young man had leaned a hand against the wall, wisely waiting for her to open the door and allow him to enter in the room. He let his eyes slide along her pretty body. The light in the corridor was weak but he could see her tattoo a little better compared to the first time he had seen it in the middle of the crowd.

'You’re well informed, I see.'

Inara pushed the door gently as she raised her head to Roman with her shining eyes. Passing her tongue again between her dry lips, she ended by letting go a little more calm and soft.

'Let’s say that, I’m pretty knowledgeable.'

And she was. Inara had a foot in the sport, especially football that had become her specialty, over the years in her job.

The light was not on and Inara left it like that. She liked this slightly vaporous atmosphere. The outside light illuminated the room enough, it satisfied her. She put her shoes in a corner as she passed her hands over her neck, raising them in her hair as she tilted her head a little to the back.

Roman had closed the door behind him, but didn’t leave his gaze for a second on her. She was there, in the middle of her room, next to the bed. Her movements were fluid, almost sensual. He had the impression of seeing her slowdown on a background of French rap. His heart beat harder in his chest, always a little more. He approached her gently, looking at her as she turned her head a little towards him, his face in a three-quarters compared to Roman. Her head was a little bit leaning to the side as she let her hand slide against one of her hips.

'You’re quite silent, Roman.’

Roman had the time to remove his shoes, to not soil the ground, while he was looking at her. Every time she opened her mouth, he could sweat.

'I can’t.’

'You can’t do what?’ To speak? Yet, you must have many women who must turn around you, you must know what to tell them.’

And she was right. Roman often had women around him, who sought to capture his attention. But it was not really complicated to talk to them as they were much easier to satisfy. Roman didn’t need to think too much about what he could say.

'But who said you were like all these women?'

This response aroused the curiosity of the young Inara who had turned completely towards him, waiting to learn more. Roman had come to her height. To look at him, Inara had to raise her head to look him in the eye. Moistening his lips in turn, Roman finally dared to take things in hand with Inara, bringing one of her rebellious locks behind her ear.

'I want to ask a lot of questions about you. Who you really are, what you do, what you like, what you hate .. ’

´But..?’

'But I want to take advantage of those moments that I’ve never really lived with another woman than you, strangely. We have all of our time to talk about us. '

Irina was focused on Roman’s words, staring at his lips, which slowly moved in a whisper which was almost sweet. She felt a heat take possession of her body, in the hollow of her belly and of her kidneys. He had the words, he knew how to talk to her. Did he do it on purpose? Were his words measured for that? Or was he going by pure chance? But that worked on her anyway.That worked very well.

Pulling up a hand along his chest, confidently, the young woman pushed him gently near the bed. Roman was looking at her, and Roman was himself hypnotized by her. She was enterprising, he liked it, he loved it. The back of his legs stumbled against the edge of the mattress, falling against it. Finding himself seated on it. Inara had let her finger slide down Roman’s throat, tracing the traits of his adam apple before finishing his run against his chin.

Roman looked at her, watched her. He admired her. He admired this little bit of woman who obviously knew how to get the better of him, causing him to wait. Roman wanted to wait, he really wanted to wait. To be able to enjoy it, always a little more.

Laying his hands on the edge of the bed, Roman looked at her, intrigued as he slowly leaned his head to one side. The thighs of the goalkeeper were slightly apart, Inara was in between. She turned, back to him while saying.

'You’re right, we’ll have all the time to talk later because it seems to me there’s something about me that caught your attention ..’

Roman bit the inside of his cheeks, clutching the sheets between his fingers. He had a plunging sight on the fall of her loins. Inara was arched naturally and it was such a beauty .. Then he raised his eyes to the hands of the young woman who delicately grasped the thin straps of his white dress on her shoulders.

Would she..?

Inara let the fabric of her dress slide against her body, along her thighs, landing at her ankles. She was there, half naked in front of him. Letting his lips fall apart, Roman blinked several times. He didn’t know where to put his gaze. Letting his eyes go up along her hips, her waist, he could finally detail this tattoo which covered almost the entire skin of her back. It was fine, colorful, majestic. A butterfly which was absolutely incredible. It seemed so realistic that one might have thought that it was simply placed on her skin, ready to take off.

Roman stretched his hands softly towards Inara, spreading his fingers against her hips, grasping her skin between his fingers, sliding his thumbs under the thin fabrics of her underwear that dressed her tanned skin. She was beautiful, she was grand.

Roman stroked her skin, approaching her a little closer to him, his lips coming against the hollow of her kidneys that he kissed, raising his kisses along her back, her vertebral column. He felt her shudder under his gestures, she takes a deep breath. She let herself go, in her expert hands.

He had a particular touch, so particular that she would to die between his fingers.

She wanted it so much.

Hi everyone ! Some of you gonna hate me bc I cut that fourth part before the GREAT MOMENT THAT EVERYONE WAITING FOR ahah ! But I think this is much easier for me to do in this way, I want to make a big next part of smut so I took the choice to cut this part here. I want to take more time to do the fifth part to give you a great part so I don’t really know when I could post it. But ANYWAY I hope that you like that little fourth part and stay tuned for the next part ! ♥

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burkithebee · 7 years

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💕💕💕💕💕

Roman Bürki deserves the world he was the only player that went from the top to the bottom which means he was greeting all the fans. He was so kind it was really a pleasure to meet him also he really cares about his fans I have to say that after today seeing how he tried to give the fans some love back and unlike others who went away after like 5 mins he stayed for like 20 mins and that is why i love him even more now bc he’s such an amazing person

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burkithebee · 7 years

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Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?

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burkithebee · 7 years

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my works

IBIZA VIBES //season one//

one ; two ; three ; four

#my works

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burkithebee · 7 years

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IBIZA VIBES | Part three.

Pair | Roman Bürki x OWC (original woman character)

Category | fluff and smut

FIRST PART // SECOND PART

Roman had stood there, staring into the void, watching without looking too much at the bracelet he had between his fingers. It was his only chance to see her again, the pretty Inara. Raising his head gently, Roman looked briefly around him, as if he hoping to catch her. But nothing. She had disappeared in the crowd with her friends.

He pressed the bracelet into his fist, pinching his lips as he took a deep breath. It was so frustrating. Roman put the bracelet in the pocket of his shorts as he looked behind him, looking for his table. Seeing Daniel seeming to wait for him, Roman slipped himself between the people who sweat their happiness to enjoy their life, to be able to join him.

Passing under the safety cord again, Roman ran his hand through his hair as Daniel almost jumped on him to know. He was so curious. That was always like that.

‘So? She doesn’t give a damn about you? ’

Roman shook his head a little from right to left, looking for his glass on the table. Obviously, he didn’t find it. Then he grabbed a glass, randomly, filling it with alcohol. Roman didn’t pay attention at the question of Daniel at once, taking the time to regain his minds, but Daniel was impatient.

‘Oh, dude! She ignored you so much that you don’t want to talk ?’

Roman looked at his friend again before frowning.

‘What the fuck? No! It’s just that .. Dude, she was so beautiful.. Not just good for fuck or sexy. No she was really beautiful. The kind of girl you don’t want to hurt by just fuck her.’ ´So what?? What did she say?’ 'That she was with friends, that her name was Inara and that she was French.’ 'À nd that’s all? No number? No Snap? Nothing’

Should he tell him? Roman hesitated. But he ended up by answering.

'No. Nothing.’

He wanted to keep the secret. He wanted to be the only one to take advantage of this chance, he didn’t want to be parasitized by the wacky councils of Daniel. It was the best for that! Roman just glanced at him, bringing his glass to his lips as he touched his pocket, discreetly, to see if the bracelet was still there, if he hadn’t lost it in the crowd. Daniel sighed loudly before approaching Roman to be heard by him.

'Should I hold your hand the next time you’re going to drag a girl or what?’

He had some replies. It made Roman laugh as he passed an arm around the neck of his childhood friend.

'Yeah, and then you’ll hold my dick when I get sucked too!’ “Shut up bitch, I don’t touch the monster me!’

Roman burst out laughing again, leaning his forehead against his temple. Daniel was incredible. He was really his best friend.

🦋🦋🦋

Roman strolled through the corridors, he was looking for the right room. He approached each door, looking for the right number. Where was this fucking room? Roman was really heading for the unknown. Nothing told him that he would find her. Maybe she was still partying, maybe she was in the room of one of her friends or somewhere else. He hoped, however, to see her. He really hoped.

He began to lose hope by seeing himself at the end of the corridor but no room. He had to start again on another floor? Roman was tired, his legs hurt and he began to believe he would never see her again. As he approached the elevator, he pressed the button. The doors opened on an empty metal cage. In deep of him, he would have liked to see her there, chance coinciding them again. Like in movies. But nobody was there.

Roman let out a noisy sigh, entering in the elevator before pressed the button for the next floor. Slowly, the doors closed and he closed his eyes gently. He could see her again, her laughing face, her freckles dotting her round and cheerful face. There were many beautiful women. But charming women were much more rare. And Inara was like that. Maybe it was his nationality which did that; French women have always been compared to the elegance and seduction.

When he heard the bell that announced the opening of the doors, Roman opened his eyes again, gently emerging from the elevator, looking again at the bracelet he had kept in the hollow of his hand. A small smile grew on his lips, raising his eyes.

She was there. Inara was there, staring at Roman with her eyes glowing. Roman had literally frozen on himself, in the middle of the corridor.

Inara was sitting on the ground, her back leaning against the door of her room. She had her head turned towards Roman. She smiled.

'Did you follow me?’

Roman didn’t know what to say. Follow no, but in any case he had sought her. His body relaxed slowly, regaining possession of his limbs. Then, he began to walk towards the young woman who had not moved. She had removed her little sneakers, leaving her tanned feet in the open air. She must have hurt, too.

'I wanted to give you something that could be useful to you..’

Leaning towards her, crouching to be at her height, Roman showed his fist towards her, opening it delicately to show her bracelet. Inara had no surprise reaction. Just a fine smile appeared on her face as she put her hand in Roman’s.

'You stole it to me, that’s it?’ 'We’re going to say you lost him.’ 'Or maybe I did it on purpose to lose it?’

She let her fingers grab the bracelet while her gaze was planted in that of Roman. Her green eyes were shining. Brilliant of malice. Had she really done it on purpose? Strangely, Roman thought it was clever and rather clever. But he found it seductive. It was subtle, not direct as some girls could have done. She was cunning, this Inara.

When Inara let her fingers slip against Roman’s skin, a light but long shiver ran across his skin, all the way down his body. Why did she do to him?

“So you made all the corridors of the hotel just to find my room and give me my bracelet?” 'You were going to spend the night outside otherwise.’ 'You had mercy on me?’ 'I mostly wanted to see you again.’

A smile grew again on the young woman’s face as she picked up one of her wicks of hair behind her ear. Slipping her little pink tongue between her delicate lips, she glanced up at the door of her room, before looking at Roman again.

'You want to enter perhaps? It would be a shame to have done all this way for nothing .. ’

A laugh escaped from Roman’s mouth, gently shaking his head. The young man gently grabbed her hand between one of his to make her rise on her legs.

'You often invite strangers in your room?’

As she grabbed her shoes, the corners of Inara’s lips stretched to leave room for a mischievous smile.

'No one said I didn’t know you, Roman Bürki.’

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burkithebee · 7 years

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I WANT TO SAY A HUGE AND MASSIVE THANK YOU

All of the ppl here on tumblr who like my IBIZA VIBES fanfiction, I want to say to you that I'm very happy for all your little messages and sweet words, that means a lot for me, really and I hope that you gonna like the next parts bc this is just the beginning, thanks again, I love you 💛

#thank you #thankful #best readers #love you all

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burkithebee · 7 years

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why ppl are so ridiculous?

I mean, the drama about Nicolas is over now. So why I have a stupid anon in my ask box who talked me about the ´n word'? Pls gurl, this drama is over, you don't have any life for keep going on this subject that anybody cares about anymore? Seriously ? I know that you love me and you also love coming on my tumblr to see what I post but pls, stop that, you're just fucking ridiculous.

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burkithebee · 7 years

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Omg the girl from your story has Bulgarian origins. Did you choose that because of the Vampire diaries? Do you watch them? 😊

I watched before, but I didn't finish all the seasons bc I didn't have the time ! I choose to make a French girl with Bulgarian Origins bc I'm French and my friend who give me the idea to do this fic is Bulgarian 😘

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burkithebee · 7 years

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IBIZA VIBES | Part two.

Pair | Roman Bürki x OWC (original woman character)

Category | fluff and smut

FIRST PART

Roman was reflecting. He was reflecting a little too much. He wondered what he was going to tell her, what he was going to do, how he would approach her. Should he be natural? Should he appear sure of himself? Confident? Nonchalant? His brain was going to exploded. Why did he ask himself so many questions? He himself had not ideas for the simple reason that that was the first time that something happened to him . He never doubted about his talents of seduction. He was the first to advise his friends on how they could approach girls. But her.. She seemed so simple. Roman never met simple young women. It was so complicated to hold their attention, to these women.

Roman had dropped Daniel, for a moment, heading for that safety cord that separated the rich from the poor people, it was the real representation of the whole society since the beginning, this cordon. Then, he found himself on the side of those people who really knew how to enjoy the party, without drinking to excess, just being there, with friends.

Roman looked around him, trying to find his way, between the party-goers who danced on the rhythm of the deafening music. He was getting closer and closer to this young woman and even if the night began to fall, he could see. He could see it, the tattoo that covered almost the whole skin of her back. He tried to know what it was exactly, because he couldn’t had a clear distinction of what the tattoo represent.

His heart was racing, he felt it, in the bottom of his chest, it beat stronger, faster. Why this situation was also .. Stressful ? She was at few meters from him, just a few meters. He had only to stretch out his arm. A gesture that he did, almost mechanically, his body had acted at his place while his head still reflected on how Roman had to do.

And delicately, he put his fingers against the young woman’s arm. This contact, this simple contact, enlightened his skin. It went up in his arm, going to lose against his chest, waving his heart even more in his chest.

Who was this fucking woman?

She turned her head in a movement of hair that whipped the air. She was in a face to face with Roman who looked at her, saying nothing. He was there, contemplating her. She was so beautiful, so pretty, so simple. Why he didn’t meet her sooner? A lot of questions filled his head, suddenly. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t think correctly anymore. His lips were half opened, he wanted to talk to her, tell her something. Act Roman. Speak. Say something, fuck. Say something.

But nothing.

Nothing came out from his mouth, the young woman seemed almost impatient, her black and perfectly drawing eyebrows frown. She waited, she seemed curious. And that’s the true, she could have turned around, not paying attention to Roman who stood there like an idiot, saying nothing, but it was not. She was waiting for him to speak.

‘Hello!’

Roman didn’t find something more original than that. A poor and shabby ‘hello’. There was nothing more ridiculous and pathetic. Then, he scratched his neck as he talked almost immediately.

'I saw you walk in front of me and I saw your tattoo .. I wanted to tell you that it was really very beautiful ..’ 'Pardon?’

Pardon? Was she talking to him in French? And him? What did he talk to her? In German standard or in Swiss-German? He was so disturbed by her that he didn’t even know what language he was talking to her. But if she had said 'pardon’, it was because she had not understood what he said.

'Peut-être que tu préfères que je parle en français?’

It made her laugh. Did he just make her laugh? Why? His accent? Or his French was not correct? Younger, he had studied French, a good part of the Swiss spoke French and in the Nati, some of his teammates spoke just only the French. Smiling greatly, the young woman nodded softly. Roman could not help himself to bite his lower lip as he lowered his head, starting to speak in English.

'My accent is so terrible?’

The young woman raised her head to him, picking up one of her strands of her dark hair behind her little ear. She was absolutely cute.

'A little, but it seems that strangers who speak French with an accent makes us crack, the French!’

An amused smile grew on her little lips. Roman felt his heart melt in his chest at the sight of that smile which was so pure, almost shy. She had something special, something unique. Roman laughed at her words as he shook his head from right to the left.

'And us, Swiss people, seem to spend our time by eating chocolate and running in our mountains!’

This made her laugh again. Roman was not the funniest guy on the planet, he thought he really had a bad humor but obviously she loved his humor.

'The stereotypes!’

Roman took a little more the time to look at her, to detail her. He wanted to print in his memory every little details like those little freckles that she had on her nose and which were diffused on the rest of her bounced cheeks and slightly red because of the heat.

She had long black lashes, very long, so long that almost looked like fakes lashes. She had big, brown eyes with a little bit of green in them. Her gaze was sparkling, lively. She breathed joy and happiness. Her face was all round and small. She looked like a doll. The girl put her head to the side as she glared at him, intrigued.

'What did you tell me just before? I mean in your Swiss dialect! ’

What did he say? What had he already said? He couldn’t remember. Roman had been so absorbed in his beauty that he couldn’t even remember what he had said just two minutes ago.

Roman slipped his tongue between his lips, trying to remember what he had said. But when she turned to make a sign to her friends, Roman could let naturally his gaze slide down her back, between her shoulder blades right into the hollow of her loins. The tattoo.

'Your tattoo!’

The young woman turned to Roman again, before looking at him, questioningly.

'What?’ 'Your tattoo! I saw you walk in front of me and I saw your tattoo on your back! I wanted to see it more closely, to see what it could look like..’

The young woman with Bulgarian origins looked at Roman before smiling, delicately. It was not the first time that someone came to talk to her thanks to this tattoo, so it made her smile. The brunette turned gently to Roman, so she could showed her back to him as she picked up her hair, uncovering her neck and letting him the satisfaction to discover her back.

Roman had a hot wave which ran into his body, suddenly. He didn’t know why or how. He found that incredibly sensual. His eyes let go in the hollow of her back, watching her skin which was marked by needle and ink. It was a masterpiece. Roman took the time to look at everything, to observe. The colors were bright; Yellow, black, orange and white. The drawing and the lines were absolutely sumptuous .. It was a butterfly. She had a huge monarch butterfly tattooed all over her back.

Gorgeous.

Roman wanted to put his hands on her hips, just to keep her in front of him and to slide a little more the fabric of her dress on her skin to be able to see a little bit better the details, with his thumbs but the young woman shrank under his gestures. She suddenly turned herself to Roman, placing a hand against his chest as she was starting to leave.

'I have to go! My friends are waiting for me! ’ 'What ? Already? Stay with me! Please! We have just met..’ 'I would really like.. But I can’t.’

Roman had raised his hand to her wrist as they both looked into the bottom of the eyes of each others.

'I don’t even know your name.’

Roman wanted her to stay with him tonight. He wanted to know more about her, about who she was. The brunette smiled as she started to leave.

- Inara.

Inara .. Her voice reasoned in Roman’s head who watched the young Inara who ran away to join her friends. Little by little, he lost her in the crowd.

She just flew away, like a real butterfly.

Tightening his teeth, deceived for not having more time with Inara, he clenched his fist but quickly lowered his gaze on his hand. Roman had snatched the bracelet from Inara that gave her the access to her room.

Destiny had given them a second chance to meet again at the door of the room 380.

Hi everyone ! I hope that everything is fine for you today, that you are in vacation, that you have sun and all of these stuffs and well I wanted to say that I’m really surprised about all of the likes and reblogs for the first part of IBIZA VIBES but I’m really happy that you liked it and enjoyed it, so I wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart ♥ So I hope that you gonna like the second part as the first one !

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burkithebee · 7 years

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IBIZA VIBES | Part one.

Pair | Roman Bürki x OWC (original woman character)

Category | fluff and smut

The night was warm, the vacationers were all out, enjoying the life, parties that the hotel offered. Ibiza was one of the most coveted places in the world for the summer with it's parties, beaches, blue water and sunshine. Everyone dreamed of going there at least once in his life and that could be understood.

This was no longer the case for Roman, it was the second consecutive time that he set his feet in Ibiza with his friends and he still appreciated this place. It was the best place he could get to empty his head, think about anything than work, have fun and meet new people. It was what he searched more than anything, to become a normal person again during a week, not to be the famous goalkeeper of the German international club which he was playing for.

Roman opened his eyes again after thinking about it, his luck to be there with his friends, the people that he really liked. It was not given to everyone, to have good people at his side. Roman looked around him; Daniel was playing the idiot in front of the girls, just to impress them while Nicolas was on his phone to film, for instagram, the show that was taking place at the hotel that night.

All of that amused him, made him smile. All that week he hadn't stopped laughing, smiling, making the imbecile, the seducer, the dragger, the reveler. This had been few days which was rich in experiences and emotions. Tonight was the night before the last time so it was still time to enjoy all of this atmosphere.

Roman looked around him, his glass of alcohol in his large hand. He moved slightly on the rhythm of the music, watching the people around them, around him. Roman looked without looking too much. Perhaps he was going to run into someone? On THE person? It was an outgoing idea straight from a fairy account but why not? That was not only women who could dream of the great meet of the life, the one and only.

The music was strong, covering people's voices, and Roman was obliged to scream and get close to the ears of his friends so that he could talk to them and they could hear him. It wasn't really practical, but it was like that. Roman had leaned towards Nicolas, who was dancing with his glass in his hand.

'Did you find someone for tonight?'

Laughing, Nicolas raised his head towards him, shaking it a little.

'Not yet! We have time! And you?'

Roman had concentrated to hear what his friend was telling to him.

'No. There are only sluts. It's distressing, seriously.'

At his words, Nicolas raised his eyes to the sky for a moment. Roman was the kind of person who complain about the girls who were there. They were not very presentable, spread their thighs in the same evening, laughed loudly and did everything to get noticed by people and especially guys. It was the kind of girls that Roman didn't like, but when he wanted emptying his balls, he was less difficult. But tonight, he obviously wanted something different, something that usually changes.

'You have to stop being romantic! Especially here! This is not there that you will meet the woman of your life! You are more likely to find her in Dortmund than in Ibiza! '

What Nicolas said was not particularly false. The women here were on vacation, they wanted to chill, to let go, to drink, to meet people and not to be in a relationship with someone. Or just for few days, to fuck all night long. That wasn't what Roman wanted either. He just wanted to cross the road of a pretty and good girl.

Maybe this evening ? Roman hoped for it in the depths of him, secretly. He said nothing, stayed in his corner, playing with the straw in his glass and with the mint leaves of his coktail until..

Slowly, Roman had turned his head towards a young woman that he had followed with his eyes, purely by chance, without really looking at her, he had let himself be carried away by the movement. She was there. At few meters from him.

Roman slipped a hand into his hair, as to take care of himself while he looked at the young girl. She didn't laugh loudly like the others, she just smiled. Even from the distance, Roman could feel that she had a beautiful smile. She was discreet, compared to her friends. She didn't seem to participate to the euphoria of the party but he could feel her presence. How could she attract his attention like that? By nothing ?

Roman couldn't look anywhere else, he was staring at that little bit of woman who was laughing discreetly at the situation as she pulled one of her strand of hair behind her ear, almost timidly. This gesture made Roman shiver, strangely.

He was completely hypnotized.

She was small, she had shapes, under that little fluid and white dress she wore. She had short dark hair, a little bit over her shoulders. They were a bit wavy, as if she were coming back from a day to the beach. Roman would liked to come closer, to see her face, to see her eyes, but suddenly, all the confidence that he had in him had literally flown away.

He, the great Roman Bürki, rediscovered this feeling of being afraid to talk to a woman? It was absurd but Roman felt she was not like other women. She had something more than the others, he could felt it. He couldn't be wrong.

Daniel watched for a moment his friend who was turned towards the people who was not in VIP, not like them, behind the safety cord. Roman didn't move and Daniel tried to see what Roman was looking at, but he wasn't able to know, so he approached his friend, slowly. Arriving at his height and seeing that Roman hadn't noticed his presence, Daniel gave him a slight nudge into the arm. Roman jumped a little at this gesture, immediately lowering his eyes to Daniel who was giving him an amused and malicious smile.

'What are you looking like that?'

'Uhu.. Well..'

Daniel, waiting, looked at Roman, then the people, without understanding the trick. He nodded a little his head as he urged him to speak.

´Well..?'

Roman turned his head quickly to the young woman who was still there. For a moment, he had been afraid of losing her. Then, Roman passed an arm over Daniel's shoulders, pulling him gently against him so that he could be brought to near the point where he could see the little brunette.

'The girl there, with the white dress and short hair.'

'With the tattoo in the back? '

'The what..?'

A tattoo? What tattoo? Roman raised his head a little better to be able to look at her again. She showed her back, this time. For God's sake. The first time that Roman had laid his eyes on her, he had been simply attracted by her face, her charisma. He had not taken the time to look at her in her entirety. He had not taken the time to look at his body. What a mistake...

She wore a white dress with thin shoulder straps on her tanned shoulders, open in the back, stopping in the hollow of her loins, revealing her skin but not too much, not to show everything. It was not vulgar, it was really sensual. Her back had a beautiful natural arch and the opening of her dress was so elegant that it even allowed to see these two dimples that creased her skin, above her buttocks.

Roman had detailed everything before concentrating on this huge piece that covered the skin of her back. What a job his tattoo artist had to spend many hours on, especially because there were colors. Roman could not see the details. He wanted more.

Daniel, who had raised his head to Roman, put a hand against his belly before gently tapping on it, smiling.

'Go talk to her!'

'I can't .. Look at her .. She's just too pretty. She'll take me for an asshole ! I have the physical of this kind of guy who fucks all the girls he meets! '

A laugh escaped from Daniel's lips as he rubbed is hand over his face. Daniel and Roman knew each other since they were children. Daniel knew Roman perfectly and saw him in this state when they were younger. Danial was amused because it had been a few years that he had not seen him being intimidated by a woman. Mediatization, playing in front of the greatest stadiums in the world, it had made him gain more confidence in him. But there .. It was back to the starting point!

'Don't be so shy Roman! I've rarely seen you like that! You just have to go to see her, ask her how she goes and tell her to join us, it's not complicated! '

Roman looked at Daniel, a little septic. Was it going to work? The young woman seemed to have her feet on the ground. It was risky to come and ask her to come to a part which is reserved to the rich. Because that was what it was, the VIP, a place reserved for the rich or those who could afford a table and dozens of drinks. Finally, with his eyes still on her, Roman watched her drinking with her friends. And if he didn't dare, what was going to happen? Roman was going to miss a golden opportunity. Then he had to take his courage with both hands and join her.

And that's what he did.

I hope you like it and enjoy this little first part for introduce my first fic on tumblr ! The amazing idea comes from @buerki-baby and I want to thanks her for that and for letting me put some words onto her imagination ! Feedback would be appreciated about this first part and I'm curious to see what you can think about all of what I write ! ♥

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burkithebee · 7 years

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#roman burki #roman bürki #roman buerki #bvb #bvb09 #borussia dortmund #borussia #dortmund #Swiss #switzerland #goalkeeper #mine #my baby #bae #love of my life

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burkithebee · 7 years

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Weeeeell I'm sick rn fuck why now????? And can god bless the lovely heart of a bvb and Bürki fan who joined him today 💛🙏

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burkithebee · 7 years

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I'm in week end I have the time to sleep and write imagines 😭🤙

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burkithebee · 7 years

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oh something new, saying that because of the hype at the moment everyone can call their friends n****s even if there is no black person in their circle + just because someone is friend with a black person and this person allows you to say the n word, other people don't and I think that is what nobody understands (I'm not the anon who wrote u before and I don't want to offend you just telling you how it is)

It's ok lovely, I just wanted to say, and I mean it with all that, that Nicolas didn't think bad and didn't want to offend someone with that but every situations are different, I know it. I just expose my point of view and what's happen to me and my friend doesn't mean that is the same case for everyone ✌️

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