#yann sommer drabble

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Picnics.

Day 22 of the writing challenge. For the 30 day masterlist, click here. Word count: 1142 Player: Yann Sommer.

This pretty much wrote itself. I have no idea where it came from but I hope you like it. Nervous again as it’s yet again, someone I’ve never written before but I hope it’s enjoyed :) ______________________________

Yann knew early on in their relationship that something was different. He’d never shied away from previous relationships, he’d given everything in them, given the girl everything he could possibly give but nothing felt right. It wasn’t her, no it was never the girl that was the issue. It wasn’t the kisses, the cuddles, the sex or the love. But something wasn’t right. They fit well but not perfectly. His heart had swelled with love when he looked at them but he didn’t feel complete. Not in the way others had said they had. He didn’t look at them and know that’s who he would be spending his life with.

And Jann had accepted that. He was 29 and still young. He wasn’t desperate to find “the one” that everyone seems to strive towards. He wasn’t worried he’d never find the person that fit him perfectly though he hoped he would. He had a lot in his life to keep him occupied and happy. He didn’t need to feel loved though he knew it was nice to be. It wasn’t something he yearned for. Until he met her.

She’d literally knocked the book out of his hand one day. He’d sat in the local park, it was hot and he was grabbing a few moments to himself when she’d done it. “Do you mind?” He’d scowled up at her. “Yes I do.” She’d replied back and plopped herself down next to him. “That book is atrocious, and the ending is predictable.” He silently agreed with her, having already read it twice yet something pulled at him to want to read it again. “If you want a good book, read this one.” She’d pulled her bag from under her arm and selected one. He’d looked over the cover, noted the famous author whose books were in his home but yet he hadn’t read this one and looked back at her.

“You think I’ll read this after you assault my poor book?” He gestured to the fallen book laying between them. She’d shaken her head, her eyes remained fully on him as she grabbed it and threw it over her shoulder. Not too far away but enough so it wasn’t in his reach. Her actions were bold and he liked it. “How quickly can you read?” She’d asked. “Quick enough.” “I’ll see you back here in a week then. I want notes on it. Tell me what you liked. Same time. No excuses.”

She’d grinned at him and left him to his thoughts. She’d fully grabbed his attention and left him wondering who she was. He had no name for her and only knew she had excellent taste in authors. He’d read the book. Finished it in under 4 days and was blown away by the storyline. It had gripped him, forced him to turn the pages and let his imagination run wild. It was a truly better choice than the book she’d thrown away from him. It had been that simple. The exchange of a book. They’d met that week, and the week after and the week after that. Within 5 months she was living with him and after 2 years, he’d checked every store he could for the perfect ring. He wanted it to match her personality. He hadn’t wanted a normal diamond ring. It wasn’t her. He also hadn’t wanted something too out there, too different just to make a point. When his eyes had fallen on the ring, he’d known that was the one. Just like he knew she was.

She’d been set on having a picnic this weekend. The weather was perfect for it and armed with two new books, they’d taken to the park with a basket of food and a blanket. They laid idly eating, stopping reading to chat occasionally and share a drink. Children play nearby, dogs bark as they chase balls or sticks that are thrown for them by their owners and despite the nip in the air as it begins to drop in temperature as the evening comes, spirits remain high and the atmosphere is perfect. “So,” he begins, “you know that bakery down town that you’d wanted to try?” “Mmm hmmm?” she replies, turning her head but her eyes remain on the page, reading until she can get to a point in the story where she can stop. It was a habit of hers and one that he found himself smiling at whenever she did it. “Well I bought you a cupcake to try.” Her finger and thumb works together to turn the page and after a few more moments, she finally looks up. “Just one? For me? Did you not want one?” she spies the box that he pulls from basket. “I must have left mine at home. But I didn’t want yours to go to waste. They let you play with flavours and create something that’s unique to what you want, as well as the normal flavours you’d expect.” He says. “And I think this one is tailored perfectly for you.”

She pops open the box and pulls out the cupcake, she’s about to laugh at how big it is when she spots it. Nestled there among the swiss buttercream frosting. Her eyes flit from the cupcake to him and back again. “This isn’t about the cupcake is it?” her words are slow, her breathing increases and she’s trying to keep calm. “It is and it isn’t. The sentiment is the same. I wanted the cake to be what you liked and the addition is something that is you. Or at least, it’s the way I see you. I had never expected that this very spot would be so important. A brief decision to sit and read had changed my life completely. Never did I think reading that book would have such an impact but it did. Into my life you came and you’ve shaken everything I thought was stable and steady and you’ve brought colour, laughter, love and so much more to it. You’ve made me question everything I ever thought and yet, when I think about the future, it’s mainly you that I see. It’s you that I want to grow old with, you I want children with if that’s what you want too. If not, then cool. We’ll get cats or dogs or more bookcases for your books if that’s what will make you happy. I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?” She nods, her emotions getting the better of her. She pulls the ring from the frosting pops it into her mouth to clean it before slipping it onto her finger. A perfect fit. “How’s the frosting?” “Almost as sickly sweet as that speech. Yes I’ll marry you Jann.” “I love you Mrs Sommer to be.” “I love you too husband to be.”

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Oops! Yann Sommer and Roman Buerki, please!

here we go :)

“Honey,it’s your third glass already.” he commented when she poured the liquid into her glass.

“Wine is my food.” she replied a little bitter but with a smile on her lips.

“Honey-”he wanted to say and tell her she shouldn’t drink as much as she wanted to because she just was frustrated and this sure as hell wasn’t a good solution but she didn’t want to hear a word from him.

“No, it isa party and I’m gonna drink as much as I want Yann. It’s not my fault you can’t because you’re a footballer.”

He sighed but she was already turning away from him and heading over to talk tosomeone else. This would end up bad, he knew but honestly he didn’t want to fight with her. Yann knew her stress level was enormously high at the moment and everything seemed to be going wrong. She was the type to drown all her sorrows in alcohol. It has been quite a few times when he got up in the middle of the night to pick her from a party because she was completely wasted and he guessed this would be happening today as well.

He was right.

About two hours later one of his friends came over to where he was talking with Franz and Florian to tell him he should bring Tina home. Yann sighed and thanked him before saying goodbye.

She was standing around next to the swimming pool with two other girls who seemed drunk but not as drunk as her.

Her movements were uneasy and she looked like she could fall at any given moment.Yann immediately reacted by putting an arm around her waist.

“Hey, honey, I think it is time to go home.” he told her a smile on hisface.

“Yann,there you are. Oh gosh, you look so beautiful. I love your hair.”she was talking fast but it was hard to understand her.

She always was admiring him in a really cute way when she was drunk but it was a mission impossible to get her home.

Tina tried her best to reach up but he was to tall for her to be able to kiss him so she started kissing chest.

“Okay,fine. You don’t want it any other way.” he said and pulled her up into his arms to carry her to the car because he knew there was noway he would get her to go there on her own.

He brought

her home safe and was thankful that no matter how drunk she was, shenever threw up. He held her tight that night because he knew the hangover she would have the next day was the best punishment.

“Roman? Can you come here?” she tried to ask as loud as possible after she heard him come home.

Laura was

sitting on the bathroom floor with her hands clenched above her stomach.

“Wait a second.” she heard him say and a few seconds later the bathroom door was opened.

“Laura,god, you look awful.” he commented and kneeled down next to her.

“I feel worse.” she stated and then sighed before closing her eyes for a moment.

Roman reached out for her hand to wrap two of his fingers around her wrist and by that feeling her pulse. After a few seconds he let go of it and put a hand on her forehead.

“You think you caught a virus? You don’t feel warm though.”

He was right,she wasn’t warm. Laura was colder than him. She was still feeling sick to the stomach and she was shivering. Since she was sent home by her boss she wasn’t able to leave the toilet because she felt like she could puke any moment.

But she didn’t think she caught a virus. Laura was sure she knew the cause ofher feeling so sick and Roman hopefully would be happy about it.

“Can you call my mum?” she asked him.

Roman looked at her confused before answering.

“Uhm, sure why though? Do you think she can help?”

He reached for his phone and seemed to search for the number of her mother.

“I want to ask her a question. I think she might now best.”

“Okay.”Roman was curious but he didn’t dare to ask “do you want to talk toher alone?”

“Uhm, yeah.I’m gonna ask you to come back then okay?”

Roman noddeda nd left for the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and waited to hear Laura call his name.

The question she asked her mum was easily answered and a few minutes later she called Roman back into the bathroom.

“Mum says she felt the same when she was pregnant and my period is late…”

“Wait, you think you are pregnant?”

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You may have seen me reblog something about a 30 day writing challenge

it can be any length, so a blurb/drabble/os but it has to be about the following. I’m wondering if there are any that stands out to you for a certain player, otherwise I’ll just pick whoever takes my fancy that day. One spot has already been claimed. 

The perfect thing about this, is that I actually have some requests that would fill these perfectly so it crosses those off too!

Please keep in mind that this is a FLUFF challenge. 

1.      Waking up together. (Rúrik Gíslason)

2.      Morning routine (Julian Draxler)

3.      Doing laundry (Roman Bürki)

4.      Night in (Antoine Griezmann)

5.      Nighttime routine (Marco Reus)

6.      Shopping for needs (Jesse Lingard)

7.      Exercising (Marco Asensio)

8.      Wearing each others clothes (Roman Bürki request - Athlete)

9.      Nursing the sick one (Antoine Griezmann)

10.   Hair (Roman Bürki . Request - Going Grey)

11.   Coffee and/or tea (Jann-Fiete Arp)

12.   Cooking together (Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain)

13.   Washing dishes (Antoine Griezmann)

14.   Homework and/or job work (Dele Alli)

15.   Family visits (Emre Can)

16.   Trying something new (Marcus Rashford)

17.   Kisses (Rafinha Alcantara)

18.   Hugs (Marcus Rashford)

19.   Forgetting something (Matteo Guendouzi)

20.   A heated argument (Roman Bürki)

21.   Road trips (Loris Karius)

22.   Picnics (Yann Sommer)

23.   Double date (Roman + Rafinha)

24.   Shopping for fun (Rúrik Gíslason)

25.   Keeping plants (Marco Asensio)

26.   Doctors visits (Aaron Ramsey)

27.   Pets (Roman Bürki - request You’ve Bought What?)

28.   Vacation (Kevin Trapp)

29.   House cleaning (Paulo Dybala)

30.   I love yous (Maximilian Philipp)

[boreussia-durmmund]

Yann Sommer: 12. We’re like two stones trying to float on water.

One look at her told himthat she was hurt. With a sad smile she greeted him when he came homein the evening. She wasn’t crying but her eyes were so filled up withhurt that he immediately wanted to punch whoever caused this, wellknowing that he would have to punch himself.

It wasn’t the first time.They hurt each other a lot, sadly. Although they didn’t want to do,although he hates to see her hurt, although he loves her. He hurtsher more than she hurts him. He loves her, her really does, she ishis dream girl but this fact seems to mess something inside of himup.  There is nothing he can do to stop himself because he doesn’tknow why he fucks things up when he does. Yann knew that hisschedule is tight and both Gladbach and the Swiss national team needhim as their first goalie but even when he has freetime, he oftenspends it with others. Of course this hurts her. She had every rightto be hurt.

“Yann, I don’t where weare going but I know that we are fucking this up and I feel likeneither of us can stop this. I packed some things. Gonna stay withLaura for a few days. I love you and you love me but at the moment Idon’t know if this is enough.

 We’re like two stones trying to float on water and although I don’t want this, Ifeel like physics will catch us.”

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