woso one shots

Jill Roord ~ media

Celia (Reader), sister of Sydney and girlfriend of Jill, receives a lot of hate in the media. I love Syd in the sister character so go with it. Dates and places are unrealistic.

English isn't my first language.

Drowning
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You really have to listen to that song while reading this, it's the exact vibe I tried to give you with this chapter. On YouTube is one hour version.

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05 April 2021 21:34pm
final game of the flyeralarm Bundesliga
FC Bayern München : VfL Wolfsburg

Of course I had wanted Bayern to win, but it shouldn't be. Wolfsburg won the tournament and I was super proud of Jill and the others. But of course Bayern was my team. This team was my family ever since Sydney had got a contract in munich and had to bring me to every training since I couldn't stay at home by myself. Now I was nineteen years old and played for the U20 and still, this senior team was my family. And seeing them so devastated felt terrible. I stood behind the barrier, watching one team celebrate and the other cry, trying to comfort each other.

,,Celia!", someone shouted. I looked over to the Wolfsburg players and watched with hurt how excited my girlfriend seemed to be. I didn't want to destroy this day for her tho, so I put on the smile everyone wants to see. ,,Come on!" Jill reached the barrier and motioned me to climb over it. I hesitated for a moment, overthinking what the people around would say or in the media even. But knowing exactly how the girls needed the comfort I took the opportunity to get onto that field without getting shouted on gratefully. She helped me to climb onto the barrier as she lifted me up, before putting me down on grass again. She laid an arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head quickly, trying to avoid any attention. ,,You should go to your sister, love.", she whispered in my ear as I nodded before separating myself from her. Giving her a last smile I turned around and jogged over to Sydney, who laid on the ground with her face in her hands.

I just sat down beside her and pulled her into a big hug, which she returned thankfully. Neither of us moved until her sobs were getting quieter. After some minutes she looked up.

,,I'm sorry.", she cried out, but I only shook my head, taking her hand in mine.

,,Why would you be sorry?"

,,Because of them.." I followed her gaze and watched the red crowd. Some were crying, others were staring at the Wolfsburg players without any emotion. But there was one thing they all still did - they wore our jersey and hold up their signs.

,,No." My gaze wandered to her eyes again, where I could see nothing but guilt. ,,They all are so damn proud of you. They are proud of this club. They are crying because they wanted you to win. Because they think you deserve this. All those people are staying here, supporting you even if you lost today. They have your back. They love you because you give them a feeling of comfort, because you all give them the happiness they need. Do you know how the videos and photos of you smiling make those people's day? They are crying because you are. Because the feeling of comfort you give them is gone right now.", I said softly, watching her eyes dry. She stayed quiet for a minute before she stood up without a word leaving me alone. She went over to where Klara was sitting and took her by the hand. There wasn't any interaction. They quietly made their way to stay in front of their fans and then just stood there. Syd's arm was around Klara's shoulder while Klara's arm rested around my sister's torso. Not long after more and more of the team came and stood beside them, arm in arm as they watched their fans, all dressed in red and white jerseys, do the same. They stood there for minutes. About 200.000 people and the team, without any words. And while one part of the stadium was loud and the Wolfsburg fans shouted and celebrated, the other part was quiet, until suddenly a person started to applaud. I was quite stunned how you could exactly make out who it was since it was so quiet, but then everyone did it as well. They all started to clap their hands. I don't know if it was to appreciate Wolfsburg, or Bayern, or the gesture. But I was stunned. I stayed in the middle of the field, a single tear rolling down my cheek and again, I couldn't make out if it was because of sadness or happiness.