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Untitled - because I can’t think of one 😕

August 30th 2020

Standing with hands on hips and head held high high you refused to sink to your knees in despair. Every inch of you ached, your muscles clenching in fatigue but you would not go down, around you some of your team mates were on the floor, defeated, heads hung low, some wiping away tears from their red cheeks.

Confetti was strewn across the pitch at your feet. You hadn’t just wanted to win the Champions League for the obvious reasons, you’d wanted to win it to prove to your ex-girlfriend that you didn’t care, that she hadn’t shattered your heart and your life, to show that for something, you were good enough.

You saw her, Dzenifer Marozsán, lifting her team mate into the air in celebration, the same team mate you had walked in on with her head thrown back in pleasure and your girlfriends head between her legs.

Sarah fucking Bouhaddi.

Forcing yourself to look away you stared up at the scoreboard, the bright lights mocking you.

You didn’t need to put on a brave face and go round greeting the fans, there were no fans.

You wished your Dad was here, complaining of the ‘Sub Lime’ green home shirt he would wear with y/n on the back but covid restrictions meant he wasn’t there, the stadium was empty.

“How are you?” A voice broke your thoughts.

Dzenifer stood in front of you.

You had barely registered her presence when she was aggressively shoved to the side.

“You don’t get to know that anymore Marozsán.” Your team mate and friend, Pernille took her place beside beside you.

Dzenifer rolled her eyes.

“Whatever I tried.” She said, walking back to her team mates who were still celebrating across the field.

Pernille placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Look y/n I know it is shit we didn’t win and I know this hurts but given everything going on in the world right now, well I figure losing isn’t so bad.”

You nodded through the tears that threatened to spill. Marching away from your team mates and in to the tunnel you quickly arrived at the changing rooms. You slammed the door open wide and kicked a stray boot across the floor in frustration. Rifling through your bag you pulled your phone out, ignoring the messages sitting in your inbox you dialled your agents number, without giving them a chance to even greet you, you said the two words that you knew would change your life.

“I’m in.”

………..

The taxi dropped you off at the training ground.

You had signed the contract with your new team only 48 hours after the loss against Lyon giving you just over a week to pack your things and say goodbye. Wolfsburg had not been happy with you, expecting you to resign with them, even more so after it was announced Pernille Harder was also leaving. She was a good friend, she had understood the need to leave, she didn’t tell you that you had made a rash decision like a lot of your team mates had.

You snapped out of your thoughts by a young man hurriedly approaching you looking slightly flustered.

“Y/n y/ln I am Jonatan, assistant coach, welcome to Barcelona.” He smiled shaking your hand.

You hoisted your sports bag onto your shoulder.

“I’m glad to be here.” You responded truthfully, Jonatan gestured for you to walk together towards the entrance of the training facility.

“I’m a big fan y/n, that final was a close game, you played very well I hope you can bring some of that passion and dedication to Barca. Maybe you can lift that Champions League trophy with us.”

You were taken aback at the positivity. Having grown accustomed to the negativity you had endured over the last few months at Wolfsburg you couldn’t help but allow yourself some hope for the future.

Jonatan led you through the facility and into a small conference room where he handed you your first Barca shirt. The team photographer appeared, introducing themselves before taking a shot of you holding your shirt up before another man bustled into the room followed by a woman from the coaching staff.

“Y/n this is Lluis Cortez team manager.”

Cortez stepped forward shaking your hand.

“Y/ln in a Barca shirt, some things are just meant to be.”

More photos, this time of you and Cortez as you pretended to sign your contract again.

“Right, change and I will see you on the field.” Cortez said, leaving the room taking Jonatan with him.

The woman Cortez had arrived with guided you to the changing rooms.

“Y/n!” A voice cried out, you saw a flash of garnet out of the corner of your eye, swiftly turning you managed to catch the girl jumping on you.

“Lieke.” You hugged your international team mate, as she wrapped her legs around your waist.

“Finally a fellow Dutchie, I am so glad you’re here.” She exclaimed, you could feel the happiness radiating off your friend.

“Ladies this is y/n y/ln.” Lieke shouted across the changing rooms.

You were greeted with hugs, high fives and kisses on both cheeks. You knew you were blushing at all the attention.

…….

Two weeks into pre season and you could safely say you were getting along with most of the team. You’d say mostly because there was one nut you had yet to crack.

The elusive Alexia Putellas.

Whenever you would speak to the woman she would give one word answers in a voice so soft you’d think you imagined the response. She would twirl her hair in a nervous habit so much you had day dreamed of yanking her hair and….

Nope!

No!

You had sworn off getting involved with a fellow footballer ever again.

Feeling a thump to the back of your head you turned just in time to catch Hermoso grinning widely and Alexia herself, looking apologetic.

“So sorry y/n Alexia just seems to have no control whenever you are around.” Jenni called out running over to retrieve the ball that had just hit you on the head.

“No worries Jenni.” You responded, raising a hand to rub at the sore part of your skull.

“We are having dinner at mine later, just a few of us, will you come?” The taller woman asked tucking the ball under her arm.

“Sounds good to me what time?” You replied happily as Alexia approached you both.

“Seven is perfect.” Jenni answered.

“Perfect?” Alexia mumbled in question to her friend.

“I’ll text you the address.” Jenni smiled, she turned dragging Alexia with her.

Sergio : Ven aquí ahora !

Esto se lo había echo a mi Michael Myers pero por si las dudas también lo comparto aquí.

¿Lo que se trata? Bueno, mi personaje (Blinky) al ser cría de dos seres completame omnipresentes, pues no sólo es el payaso en sí, sino que es: ambiente, energía, clima, etc. Entonces, no depende del habla para comunicarse, tampoco de los movimientos o expresiones ajenas, tan sólo con la energía que desprende el otro ser es más que suficiente para comprenderlo y en este caso, siendo Myers, uno de los asesinos que lo ha cuidado desde pequeño, pues ya conoce todos sus "silencios" que gracias a ellos, lo ayuda a entender su respuesta física al mundo.

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This had done to my Michael Myers, but in any case, I also share it here.