#manuel neuer fanfiction

[football-and-fanfics]

Manuel Neuer masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Manuel Neuer (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 25 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020: (💦= smut imagine)

Exhausted after a match

Injured during a match

Nightmare

Panic attack

"I can tell by that look on your face that something is wrong."

"Can you just fuck off already?"

Missing an important penalty

Fainting / passing out

Trouble with the media (with Marc-Andre ter Stegen)

Running your fingers through his hair

Taking care of him when he's sick

Him comforting you

"Some of my lipstick is on your cheek."

Dance

"Get those cold feet away from me!"

"Are you going to yell at me, too?"

Feeling / hearing his heartbeat

"Shut up and kiss me."

Christmas engagement

Imagines posted in 2021:

Lazy winter morning

Injured during a match

"Stop staring at me."

Surprising you at your work for your birthday

"I dreamed of you."

Anniversary

Photo prompt

Comforting you after a mistake at work

"Sometimes I can't believe you're really mine."

Imagines posted in 2022: None

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

[imaginemyhappyplace]

I know this time it took me forever to update my Neuller fanfiction but I just finally managed😭

[esorydoolb]

once again I find myself writing about my favorite football club and its endearing players. and once again, I can’t help but write about Thomas’s antics, even if it involves a trivial thing such as eating breakfast xD 

it’s a short update, probably takes <5 min. to read, and I’m just trying to have fun with it! here you go - pls give it a chance, hm? shout at me if you hate it, or leave a kudos, I will love you for either. 

here the link - a second time (‘Bayern - Road to Championship’ on ao3)

[acrazybayernfan]

OMG Thank you I love love LOVE IT !!!!! The balance is perfect, it's exactly why I like ! It's sexy and cute, just like them. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you again 😘🥰

Hello : ) may I request a neuller story about them training for penalties together please 🙏

@acrazybayernfan Not Sure if I needed to tag you but am doing so I know you've seen it!

Hopefully it's what you wanted.

Nothing explicit but implied. Enjoy!

The little bit of German in there means angel.

Manuel watched as Thomas juggled the ball. They had arrived early to Säbener Straße , Manuel asking for his help in his penalty saving. Manuel was still upset with himself for conceding the second penalty in Sunday’s game. Before they got out the door, Thomas had made a deal with him, for every penalty he saved, he would give Manuel a kiss. If he saved better than half, then Thomas would be his any way Manuel wanted him. The thought of Thomas stretched out under him was plenty of motivation. Normally impatient, Manuel rarely got the chance to just worship his husband. With his gloves securely on, he whistled to Thomas to get his attention. With a thumbs up, Thomas made his way over to the goal.

“How many?”

Manuel looked at his phone, training didn’t start for another half hour.

“10?”

Thomas nodded. Dropping the ball on the marker, Thomas lined up. Even though it was just training the adrenaline spike was still present. Watching Thomas’ body as he lined up for the shot, Manuel easily saved the first one, knowing his normal technique. Manuel went to throw the ball back but Thomas jogged over to him.

“Just a simple one. Gotta keep your focus.”

A simple kiss to his lips, then back to his spot. Manuel judged the flight of the second on wrong and it went in low. Thomas accepted the ball back by way of a throw. Three and four were saved and rewarded with a few more pecks, another one on the lips, and one on his cheek. Number five went in high and to the left, Manuel not quite able to reach it. Six, Thomas drove low, fast and to the right, which Manuel was able to kick clear. His reward for that save was Thomas undoing the velcro on his right glove and kissing his wrist. Seven, Thomas kicked over the bar. Both men watched the ball as it landed near the gym building. Manuel threw another ball forward, which Thomas brought down with his chest. Eight hit the crossbar which Manuel rushed out to save. He caught it just as Thomas came forward for the follow up. Stopping short of colliding, they grinned at each other.

“Ball down, Engel.”

Manuel felt his body respond to the heat found in Thomas’ eyes. With their eyes still locked, Thomas brought his left hand up. Undoing the strap, he brought Manuel’s wrist to his mouth. The simple press of his lips shouldn’t have felt as errotic as it did but Manuel had to bite back a moan.

Tangle his still gloved hand as best he could in Thomas’ hair,

“How much time before practice starts?”

Thomas looked at his watch before pulling Manuel into a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled briefly before Thomas pulled away.

“Not enough time for sex but come on, I’ll blow you in the bathroom.”

Thomas pulled Manuel towards the gym, intent on doing just that.

[ao3feedmarcoreus]

FIFA High

by ilovecr7

The French Institute of Fine Arts - or FIFA High for short, is a school based in France, where all gifted students are sent to show their talents and graduate. It's exclusively all-boys, meaning that... things unfold every single school day. From freshmen to seniors, chaos erupts from every corner of this godforsaken school. Whether it be someone breaking their arm or an illegal party, anything could happen.

Inspired by @maxevader's UEFA High. Go give them some love as well, they're amazing!

(I'm so sorry the names are so similar, I had no ideas and decided to make another acronym for FIFA)

Words: 1540, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Football RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, Robert Lewandowski, Marcelo Vieira, Neymar, Luis Suárez, Marco Reus, Sergio Ramos, Thomas Müller, Manuel Neuer, Luka Modrić, Kevin De Bruyne, Thibaut Courtois, Karim Benzema, Kylian Mbappé, Eden Hazard, Other Character Tags to Be Added, José Mourinho, Pep Guardiola, Jürgen Klopp, Ángel Di María, Pablo Martín Páez Gavira, Pedro González López, Mohamed Salah, Other Football Players, Thomas Tuchel, Xavi Hernández, Frenkie de Jong, Marc-André ter Stegen, Jules Koundé, Julián Álvarez

Relationships: Lionel Messi & Neymar & Luis Suárez, Luka Modrić/Sergio Ramos, Robert Lewandowski & Thomas Müller, Robert Lewandowski & Marco Reus, Robert Lewandowski & Manuel Neuer, Thomas Müller/Manuel Neuer, Cristiano Ronaldo & Marcelo Vieira, Sergio Ramos & Cristiano Ronaldo, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Kevin De Bruyne & Erling Håland, Karim Benzema & Cristiano Ronaldo, Kylian Mbappé & Neymar, Thibaut Courtois & Eden Hazard, Kevin De Bruyne/Thibaut Courtois, Pep Guardiola & José Mourinho, Jürgen Klopp & Pep Guardiola, Everyone & Everyone, Robert Lewandowski & Cristiano Ronaldo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Age Changes, High School, Real Madrid CF, FC Barcelona, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Manchester City, No Overarching Plot, Football | Soccer, Sports, actually there might be some plot w shipping but STILL, Inspired by Fanfiction, inspired by clone high kinda, theres so many characters im SO sorry if some of them dont show up until later, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Implied Relationships, Crack (sometimes), Angst, Fluff

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Masterlist

Updated: 09/16/24

Hello and welcome to my happy place. Here you can find all my stories, mostly about Henry Cavill, Chris Evans and their characters. I also write/have written for other fandoms. Those stories are linked here as well. Have fun. But before you do, please note:

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[millythegoat]

StoneSkier: WELL THEN see you in the Champion’s League everyone

The burn oh my gawd...THE BURRRNNN!!!

@rubybecker-rb2 @alissonbecksfan234 @moomin279 @liverpool-enjoyer @millythegoat another episode of Goalkeeper's chat!

[lxndonorris]

who’s in charge? - Manuel Neuer & Miroslav Klose

Y/N x Manuel Neuer // Miroslav Klose

Theme: Smut (you’ve been warned)

having a threesome with Manuel and Miroslav x

word count: 2210+

You’ve been friends with most of the German national team for a long time now, so it didn’t surprise anyone when you and Manuel started dating officially. In the beginning, you just wanted to see how it goes, but it turned out to be the perfect match. However, you’re now stuck in limbo, not sure if you’re actually a couple or not, and sometimes, it can get really awkward between the two of you, since nobody is ready to risk this relationship by confessing their true emotions.

Today, you’re at Manuel’s place just hanging out with him and another friend of yours, Miroslav. You’re sitting on the sofa, Manuel on your left side and Miroslav on your right side, both of them seemingly interested in getting your whole attention. “Can I tell you how good you look today, Y/N,” Miroslav says, smirking playfully. Blushing slightly, you turn towards him and play with your hair. “Thank you, Miro.” You say, putting your hand onto his lap, stroking his thighs gently.

Manuel raises an eyebrow, looking at you suspiciously before running a hand through his nicely done hair. “Babé. you always look beautiful.” He says, leaning into you, tenderly kissing your neck. You embrace his lips on your skin, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. “Aww. Manu. You’re too cute.” Feeling his hand now running down your body to your waist, you cannot help yourself but nearly give in to his touch completely.

“Guys,” Miroslav says, slightly annoyed crossing his arms in front of his chest. The two of you giggle quickly before separating. “I’m sorry.” You say, straightening your blouse. “I’m not,” Manuel smirks mischievously and you notice them exchanging weird looks with each other. “Well. Anyone else wants a beer?” You say quickly, getting up from the sofa pointing nervously at the kitchen. “Sure, babé,” Manuel says, winking and stroking your thighs gently while Miroslav just nods quietly. “Be right back.” You walk past them, your hands barely brushing over their legs.

While you’re in the kitchen, you can hear them mumbling something underneath their breaths, making you wonder what they could be talking about. You take three bottles of beer out of the fridge and make your way back into the living room, but as soon as you get closer they stop talking. “Thanks:” Miroslav says when you hand them a bottle before you sit down. “My pleasure.” You say, handing Manuel the other bottle, feeling one of his hands instantly on your thighs again, stroking you tenderly.

For a while, you just sit there, everyone taking a sip from their beer not saying another word. Still wondering about what happened earlier, you look at both of them as they’re are avoiding your gaze completely until you raise your voice. “So, what were you talking about earlier?” You say curiously, watching them getting nervous all of the sudden. “Uh, what?” Manuel says, scratching the back of his head. “It was nothing,” Miroslav says, finally meeting your eyes but he looks away shortly after.

“Guys.” You say raising both of your eyebrows, trying desperately to get it out of them. Just then, Manuel turns back to you, biting his own lips. “Look, we were thinking.” He stutters, looking around the room to find the right words to say. “We wanted to ask you if you were okay with a threesome,” Miroslav says quickly, shrugging once he gets a mean look from Manuel. “Dude:” He says in shock, locking his eyes with his. 

At first, you’re thrown off by this request, but the longer you think about it, the more you like the idea. They are still looking at each other, trying so hard not to blush even more when you start to smirk playfully. “Sounds good.” You say, both of them flinching at the sounds of your voice. “Really?” Manuel says quietly, his eyes now narrowing slightly “Yeah, I mean, why not?” Miroslav giggles to himself, taking another sip of his beer. “You’re one of a kind.” He says, and you put a hand on both of their thighs. “I know, so, let’s go.”

You get up from the sofa, take one of their hands, and lead them into Manuel’s bedroom, with them muttering something, barely hearable again. Now, you’re standing in front of the huge bed, in between those two muscular men, not sure how to start this right here. “How about you put on a show for me?” You smirk at Manuel before you turn around to see Miroslav already running his hand down his chest.

“I got you.” He says and starts to unbutton his tight shirt slowly, one button at a time until his beautiful chest is nearly completely exposed. You cannot help yourself and stare at his toned body and of course, he notices it right away. “You wanna touch it?” He smirks deviously, slowly walking up to you. Hesitating, you swallow hard before he takes your hand gently and guides it across his chest, his warm skin feeling so good on yours.

“You haven’t seen me.” You can hear Manuel’s voice behind you and as soon you turn around, you see him just taking his shirt off, throwing it into the corner of the room. “God, that’s hot.” You whisper while he starts stroking himself firmly, feeling his muscles tense at his touch. “I know you like that.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at Miro again, who then hugs you from behind, kissing your neck.  “You haven’t seen all of this.” He breathes down your neck, gently rubbing his crotch against your butt, letting you feel his dick getting bigger and bigger.

Moaning softly you try not to give in to him so soon, but you cannot resist the urge to feel him growing bigger with your own hand. Bending forward, you run a hand along your waistline, further down to his pants, stroking him firmly. “You’re a naughty one.” He growls deeply, his lips leaving searing wounds on your skin. As if this wouldn’t be enough, Manuel now closes in as well, putting his hands firmly on your waist and his lips barely brushing over yours.

“Don’t forget about me.” He breathes against your lips before kissing you lovingly. “How do you like me?” Manuel takes your other hand and leads it to his shorts, gently rubbing it across his dick. “Fuck.” You moan weakly, touching both of them at the same time. “Who do you want first.” Miroslav grunts angrily, kissing your neck one last time before separating slowly. “This is a lot.” You say, now only feeling Manuel’s cock bulging into the palm of your hand. “I know.” He growls as he also separates from you.

Slowly regaining your composure, you look at both of them standing there, each of them desiring you badly. You take a step closer to Manuel, placing a hand softly at his cheek, tracing his jawline to his warm lips, his taste still lingering on your tongue. “I hope you’ll enjoy the show.” He smirks slightly, looking at Miroslav over your shoulder. “Don’t be gentle.” Both of them exchanging knowing looks with each other before you turn around to the other guy.

Carefully, you lock eyes with Miro while you walk up to him, unbuttoning your blouse teasingly. He licks his lips and runs a hand through his hair. “Nice choice.” You press a finger on to his lips, shaking your head. “Let me decide.” But before you can say another word, he swirls you around, pinning you against a wall. “Who says that it’s up to you.” He grunts angrily, his hands instantly encompassing your whole body until they find their way into your blouse, feeling your tits sensually.

“You’re not the one in charge here.” He says quietly, one of his hands now running down your chest, unbuttoning your jeans easily. Giggling nervously, you feel his fingers slide into your pants, his thumb rubbing along your clit, causing you to moan softly. Just at the same time, you can hear Manu groan as well and you see him touching himself in the corner of your eye. “Good, you’re good.” You breathe heavily, enjoying his gentle touch on your skin.

“I didn’t even start.” He says, his eyes meeting yours again while he strokes your breasts and your clit. Together, you help each other take your shirt and blouse off and in one swift move, he unhooks your bra, exposing your gorgeous tits. His eyes now inspecting your chest, he licks his lips again. “That’s what I like to see,” Miroslav says, while you start stroking his chest gently, further down to his crotch, feeling his dick bulging even harder than before. “I can feel that.” You smirk, leaning in for another passionate kiss.

For a while, you kiss each other, while you can feel your jeans slide down your legs to your ankles, leaving nothing but your panties behind. “Get on already, I'm hard.” Manuel grunts, his hands deep inside his shorts, still touching himself tightly. “Fuck you,” Miro says, tilting his head slightly before you feel his fingers tugging at your underwear, desperately trying to get rid of them. It doesn’t take long for him to succeed, nearly ripping them off entirely.

“Not so fast.” You smirk and with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you manage to overpower him and push him off of you and onto the bed. At first, he gnashes his teeth, his hands now running down his own chest to his pants, pulling them down completely. You look at Manuel leaning against another wall, licking his own lips multiple times and his hands in his trousers before you turn back to Miro, now lying on top of the bed.

Now, he’s watching you crawl closer towards you, your hands gently brushing over his thighs, his bulging underwear, his chest to his neck. “You’ll enjoy this.” You smirk and slide into his boxers, feeling his dick bulging against your hand. Stroking him for a few seconds, you see his whole body immediately reacting to your touch, every muscle in his body tensing roughly. Quickly, you manage to remove his underwear, his cock now rubbing against your thighs, you let out a low moan.

“Fuck.” Manuel groans loudly as you help Miro slide inside you, both of you groaning breathlessly. You can feel his hands tightly at your ass, holding you in place once you start riding him, starting off slow but increasing the strength and place rapidly. “This is so good.” Miro grunts, his hands cupping your cheeks easily while you feel his cock twitching inside you, making you moan weakly. The tension nearly gets unbearable, with both of you groaning loudly as your bodies move in-sync with each other. 

However, before it gets too intense, you can feel Manuel climb on to the bed as well, his hands gently stroking your back. “Let me take it from here.” He smirks, placing gentle kisses all over your back, your neck, and your shoulders. “What about me?” Miro growls loudly, his face tensing even harder. “You know what to do.” He says, his hands now running around your body, stroking your breasts firmly.

“Fine.” Miro groans before you help him slide out of you. Slowly turning around, you’re now facing Manuel, sitting on the bed, naked, his hard dick waiting to penetrate you. Gasping quietly, you cannot help yourself but stare at it for a little while. “I’ve been waiting so long now, let's not waste any more time.” Manuel groans, and simply overpowers you, pinning you to the bed while kissing you wildly.

Still feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of a dick inside you, you groan even louder once Manuel slides into you, filling you completely. “Fuck, you’re so huge.” You say, your voice is more guttural than before. “I know how to handle that, don’t worry.” He smirks deviously and starts thrusting into you, harshly, taking up the pace you had before easily. Unable to keep the pressure up, you turn your face to the side, seeing Miro jerking off to you getting fucked by another man.

While Manuel releases some steam, riding you wildly, Miroslav cums, letting out a deep groan before his hands fall into the sheets of the bed. It doesn’t take long for you to be pushed right over the edge, screaming out in ecstasy, looking back at Manuel, who’s body shudders suddenly as he cums too. The three of you groan together before you can feel the pressure leave your body, once he pulls his cock out of you, dropping to your other side.

All of you, slowly catching their breath, you exchange satisfied looks with both of them, getting closer to Manuel to rest your body on his. “Come here.” He whispers, embracing your body completely, gently stroking your arm. “This was fucking good,” Miro says, his hands now softly stroking his dick again. Giggling, you turn to Manuel, meeting his soft eyes looking at you lovingly. “You think we can be a couple?” You say quietly, trying to not pull any attention to that question. Manuel then leans in and kisses your forehead. “Yes, of course.” 

For a few more minutes, you just lay there, talking about how good it felt to have this moment with each other.

[football-and-fanfics]

@lariksworld requested no. 19 with Manuel Neuer. Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) 19. "Sometimes I can't believe you're really mine." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Bayern Munich end of the season party was in full swing, and naturally, Manuel and you were attending. It was a lovely evening, with nice weather. Perfect for the outdoor barbecue which was organised. Manuel watched you from a short distance, as you chatted animatedly to a few of his teammates. Since you were meeting most of them for the first time, he liked to see you were fitting in well with the team and their spouses. Manuel smiled at you when you came back over to him after a while. “Nice lads,” you commented happily. “They are." Manuel still smiled at you. “What?” You giggled, slightly flustered by his lingering gaze. “Sometimes I can’t believe you’re really mine,” he said lovingly. “Really?” You blushed, “still, it’s true. I’m all yours.” He leaned in to kiss you. “And that makes me the luckiest man in the world.” Tags: @donkeykai, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @mmmufc, @crying-river

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Hilo Rojo | Manuel Neuer - No te pido nada más (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/96364015-hilo-rojo-manuel-neuer-no-te-pido-nada-m%C3%A1s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MariselaUrbanoLiendo&wp_originator=o6XbfTLq0cIU3X0kE81v5CpoXPKetdsq4BZBtO%2BpUdl4dEciox0NDO%2BFbVaYDTWG1Tzdpr6UZ%2F4RH4q9pqXqOlqw%2FDnSpJAZJNpU0Bos7PbDUL6ror5RAH0EGGQfESuu El Hilo Rojo es una leyenda anónima de origen japonés, que dice que entre dos o más personas que están destinadas a tener un lazo afectivo existe un hilo rojo, que viene con ellas desde su nacimiento. El hilo existe independientemente del momento de sus vidas en el que las personas vayan a conocerse y no puede romperse en ningún caso, aunque a veces pueda estar más o menos tenso, pero es, siempre, una muestra del vínculo que existe entre ellas. Un hilo rojo invisible conecta a aquellos que están destinados a encontrarse, sin importar tiempo, lugar o circunstancias. El hilo se puede estirar o contraer, pero nunca romper. Aclaración: Esta novela tiene partes adaptadas :) Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbx7G0-qoKyoOiyA9VeXLwUvvOcCOrNBC ❥ LO AMO NADA MAS ♥

[yummyformytummysblog]

Wiedersehen - Kapitel 2

Nach den Sommerferien

Ich stehe auf dem Platz des FC Bayern Münchens als schon mehrere Spieler auf den Platz laufen: Musiala, Müller, Kane, Kimmich, Buchmann,usw. und als Trainer natürlich Vincent Kompany und der Torwart Trainer ,und mein Vater, Michael Rechner. Meine Augen scannen das Spielfeld und als ich schon langsam enttäuscht nach unten blickte, da Neuer nirgends aufzufinden ist, entdeckte ich den Star-Torwart.

Grinsend stehe ich da und mein Vater blickt zu mir rüber im Wissen, dass Manuel Neuer mein absolutes Idol ist. So richtig bemerke ich aber die Blicke meines Vaters gar nicht ,denn meine Augen hatten nur eins im Blickfeld: Manuel Peter Neuer.

Mein Blick wird jedoch direkt erwidert und nach ein bisschen Überlegung wer ich war, geht er auf seine Knie mit offenen Armen — offene Arme für mich zum reinlegen als ich freudig auf ihn zurenne. Manuel hebt mich direkt hoch und ich machte es ihm gleich mit einem lauten Lachen während des Augenkontakts den wir halten,

[colorsofmyseason]

the sweetest vengeance

Again, my take on what happened during Bayern 8-2 Barcelona.

Set within my supernatural au.

***

The ball rolls from player to player. Passes, tackles, interceptions fall all over the place. Blood, sweat, and tears spill onto the grass, marking their legacy there for centuries to come, even when the world has long forgotten their names. Their fighting spirit echoes within the empty stadium, undisturbed – or perhaps, even somewhat magnified – by the lack of spectators there.

It's a football match. Ninety minutes of twenty two people kicking a ball around, or at least that's how some fools would say. As if the beautiful game can be so easily summarized in such words, Manu thinks. It's never been simple. It's never been that simple. And Manuel Neuer knows that better than anybody.

He has made his mistake five years ago, and he's not going to repeat it now.

He charges from the moment the ref blows his whistle. One spell after another. Counter-curses here and there. A bit of protection charm whenever one of his teammates is down. Manu is determined to make the magic on the whole pitch his, and he gives everything he has to achieve that goal.

On the other side of the pitch, Marc looks at the older keeper, fear silently gripping his heart. He's no wizard, but he knows what Manu is doing, and he wishes he couldn't sense the amount of magic pouring from the Bayern captain, thick on the air, filling the whole stadium with vague smell of salty-scented breeze and shampoo.

There's no escaping it. There's no skirting around it. This is not a game, this is vengeance. And Marc knows Manu wants to make sure every Barcelona player feels his wrath.

Goal after goal nesting between Marc's sticks. Humiliation filling him every time he has to pick the ball from his own net. He silently cries for help inside, but he doubts everyone hears it, and even if they do, they can't do shit for him.

Not even Manu conceding an own goal can console him. It's nothing more than a little stone on their path to glory. Probably the older keeper would still lament his failure to detect the bad luck jinx there in time or something, Marc doesn't particularly know or care, but since Bayern has performed so well, Manu shouldn't be the one to complain.

And Manu knows he doesn't need to. As he retracts his magic at the sound of the final whistle, and the pitch is no longer a labyrinth of spells and curses he needs to find a way out from, he releases one deep, shaky, relieved breath.

He has done it.

He has fulfilled his personal vendetta.

And if it isn't the sweetest candy in his mouth then he doesn't know what it is.

Well, almost, since there are still more games to go before his team can actually reach their dream, but one can hope.

Another one down, Manu thinks as he goes to hug his teammates and celebrate their win, two more games to go.

[cinnamonstroll]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26594317

Short feely and angst Neuller drabble.

[millythegoat]

Only Ederson can do that 😂

Goalkeepers’ Union Group Chat

Tags: @rubybecker-rb2, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @lfc-fanfiction

@millythegoat Illan's here as promised

GoalKepa: We are BACK, chicos 😎😎

Ali: You’re not the one who has to play Everton on Monday

Ederson: You think that’s bad? We have to play Aston Villa

Ali: Ederson, you’re winning 3-0 as we speak

SweeperKeeper: 😥😥

KingofBarca#1: You won, didn’t you?

SweeperKeeper: I’m so bored 🥱😐

SweeperKeeper: Thomas keeps telling me jokes but they’re all terrible

GoalKepa: @Ali @Ederson do you guys ever change your name?

Ali: No 🤷 why

SweeperKeeper: Who uses their real name as a chat name?

Ali: My real name is Alisson

GoalKepa: We know that already

Ederson: So what if we want to use our real names? It’s noyb

GoalKepa: I just need a bone to pick with someone

GoalKepa: My defense provides net zero protection

Ali: I feel you 😣

WeWonIt14Times: Hello guys

Ali: Hey Keylor 🤗 When did you get online?

WeWonIt14Times: Dunno, all I know is that I won the Champions’ League 3 times in a row

SweeperKeeper: And then you conceded 7 goals in one game

SweeperKeeper: And THEN you got loaned to Nottingham Forest

GoalKepa: 😂😂😂 legendary

Ederson: That Aston Villa Watkins dude just scored past me

SweeperKeeper: No wonder, you’re on your phone

Ederson: I barely had anything to do before this

SweeperKeeper: Well now you do

Ali: That’s terrible Manu

SweeperKeeper: Let my evil spite manifest into this chatroom

GoalKepa: Where’s Hugo?

SweeperKeeper: All of Spurs’ opponents have been asking that for the past weeks

Ederson: OOH that’s bad

Hugo: Right here

Illan: Right here too

Hugo: He’s my little buddy from the French team

Ali: GIVE ME A HUG 🤗🤗🤗🤗

Illan: Is he emotionally stable?

SweeperKeeper: Good question

SweeperKeeper: Btw, where’s Marc Andre?

SweeperKeeper: Oh right, rotting in the Europa League

KingofBarca#1: I hate you 😡😡😡

SweeperKeeper: 😡😡😡 It’s mutual

Ali: I don’t get it, why are you guys feuding?

Ederson: Yeah, Ali and I are closer in quality than you two and we don’t fight like that

KingofBarca#1: You’re Brazilian, it’s different

SweeperKeeper: Those guys can never hold a grudge within each other

Ali: 🤔 I don’t think so…

Ederson: They’ve never seen Ney v Marquinhos before

Ali: That actually explains a lot

Illan: I don’t know what you’re talking about

Ali: Lucky you

(GOALKEEPINGIRISHLAD and DE GOL have joined the chat.)

Ali: Caoimhin

GoalkeepingIrishLad: BRO!!! 😄😄😄

De Gea: BRO!!!

GoalkeepingIrishLad: What the hell you’re no bro to me

De Gea: I was talking to Kepa

GoalKepa: Buenos días, David, ¿cómo estás?

De Gea: Tengo un hoja limpia hoy

Ederson: Of ALL the people in this chat

KingofBarca#1: I have a clean sheet too

SweeperKeeper: Only because your match hasn’t even started yet

Ederson: I just had to save from Philippe

Ali: Tell Philippe I said hi 👋👋🤗

Ederson: Gtg now, the Villa pressure’s increasing

SweeperKeeper: Serge’s coming over to our house now and I have to help clean up

Ali: Byeeeeee

De Gea: Bye

[fxndom--trxsh]

On Display part 7 - Cheese Sauce Chicken Pasta (a Manuel Neuer series)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

After the match, I go quietly to get a copy of the file about the Bayern München employees, a complete list with everybody that is involved in any way in the club. I want to start researching so I can shut Batter's mouth.

I then prepare to go home, but then I figure out I forgot my scarf somewhere, so I decide to go back to the lockers to check for it. Luckily I find it there, but I also notice a medium-sized black bag with the Adidas logo on it. I pick it up and open it, finding a pair of football boots in it. Okay, so one of the players left their shoes in here. It turns out not any player, but Manuel, whose name is written on the other side of the bag, right next to the Bayern logo. I decide to take the bag, making a mental note to return it to him as soon as possible.

When I arrive home, it's already pretty late, so I change myself into something comfortable and start cooking dinner. In the meantime, I call Manu to let him know about his shoes.

"Hello?" he swiftly picks up.

"Hey Manu! It's Leila here" I say, rushing the words.

"Oh, hi Leila? What's up?" he asks me.

"Well I wanted to tell you that you forgot your football boots at the stadium and I got them for you. I'll bring them back tomorrow... actually on Monday." I correct myself, remembering that tomorrow is a Saturday.

"Ah, okay, thanks!" he mutters.

"No problem! Good night!"

"Good night, Leila!"

Milo starts meowing pitifully at the smell of my frying chicken, so I feel obliged to take a break and feed him. He eats it all within minutes and asks for a second portion, desperately meowing again.

"Here, here! Damn cat, you eat as much as a pig."

As a response, he simply starts eating again.

I turn the music up, starting singing to myself and mixing into my pastas as I let the cheese melt. Leila, you eat just as much as you cat does. As a response to myself, I start licking the cheese sauce off my fingers. As I hear a strong knock on the door, I wonder who the hell might it be, thinking that maybe my mom sent Julian, my brother, to get me something. So I head to the door and open it without really thinking too much about it.

But when I do, I can almost feel my mouth drop open: here stands Manuel Neuer, casually dressed but looking impeccable as always and here I stand in front of him, with my thumb still in my mouth, with my baggy pajamas and my messy bun, looking perplex at him.

"Hey!" he smiles at me. "Nice shirt."

I quickly take my finger out of my mouth and look down to my Bayern T-shirt, wiping my hand on it, and I already feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" I ask abruptly.

"I came for the shoes" he simply states.

I move out of the door to let him in and I ask again, still in shock.

"How do you know where I live?"

"I checked the record." he answers as if it's the most ordinary thing ever.

"Ummm... okay." I back off. "Actually, when did you have time for that? I mean, you didn't do it today obviously so..."

"I did it to get your number a couple weeks back. I also got your address, I thought it might be useful." He sees me looking at him in disbelief so he continues. "I'm not a creeper, I promise Leila"

"Okay" I declare. "Because if you were, I don't think you'd be playing for Bayern anymore. C'mon, have a seat!"

He casually throws himself on my couch, putting his phone and his keys on the coffee table. Meanwhile, Milo senses Manuel and comes running, starting rubbing against his feet.

"Oh, you must be the infamous Milo" he says, looking warily at the cat.

"The one and only. Here you go!" I tell him as I hand him his bag back.

"Thanks" he answered.

"I still could have brought them though, you know." I point out. "You needn't hurry so much"

"I need them for practice tomorrow"

I seriously doubt he only owns one single pair of football boots and I think about saying something, but I decide against it. By now, Milo has jumped on the couch and is lazily preparing to stop in Manu's lap. Well he came completely out of blue in my flat, so he deserves the Milo treatment.

"By the way, aren't you coming to the practice tomorrow?" he asks.

"Well I don't know, I've got a new idea for a series of articles for the website" I tell him as I show him the papers I got from the stadium.

"Oh, what is it about?"

"I want to show the world the team behind the team in a way. You know, presenting every person and it's job in making this football team a great one."

"That sounds genuinely interesting. And then people won't accuse us of anything anymore."

"That was my exact thought" I nod. "I'll just have to start working on it"

I get back to the kitchen to fetch my food and I call Manuel from the other room.

"Hey Manu, do you want to stay for dinner? I've done chicken pastas with cheese sauce."

"Well that sounds delicious and I'm actually pretty hungry so..."

"Great!" I chirp as I return with two hot plates.

"Bon appétit!" I say as I throw myself on the couch next to him, extending my feet over one side of the sofa and stucking my fork in the pastas.

Milo decides to come sit on my legs, letting Manuel enjoy his food quietly.

"Very good, Leila! I could get used to this!" he compliments me and I suddenly congratulate myself for cooking a larger amount of food.

Part 8

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Assumptions

10/01/2021

Pairing: Manuel Neuer x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 6,018

Warnings: rpf, mentions of age gap (not between reader and Manu and nothing illegal) and strong opinions on that, banter, jealousy, infuriation, fluff and cuteness

Summary: The reader finally catches her long time crush Manuel Neuer alone on her uncle's birthday. Things are quickly starting to get heated—sadly it's not the kind of heated she would have liked it to be.

A/N: Most of you probably don't know Manuel Neuer. He is the goalkeeper and captain of Bayern Munich as well as the German National Football Team and every once in a while I find my thoughts drifting towards that adorable and amazingly talented manchild. This story has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I wasn't sure whether I felt comfortable with publishing it in case it ever got finished. But I found that there is an intolerable lack of Manuel Neuer x reader fics on here, so here it is. I tagged everyone from my general tag list, but I understand if this is not what you signed up for. So sorry in advance and please feel free to ignore this story at your leisure.

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It was only a few minutes to midnight and still the dance floor was as filled as ever, an enchanting mixture of young and old people alike. The bass rolled deep in his stomach, making him even queasier than he already was, and the lights, flickering across the mass of moving bodies in sync to the rhythm of the music, didn’t help either.

Suddenly a figure broke through the outer wall of bodies and made her way over to his table. A small smile crawled over her lips, a little shy but genuine, yet he didn’t feel like returning it. He had hoped that she would change her mind upon the disgruntled look on his face, but much to his dismay, she did nothing of the sort and sat down right next to him, just as a waitress passed the table with a tray of colourful shots. The woman next to him stopped her, before she turned to him.

“Care for a drink?”

Did he care for a drink? He yearned for one.

“No, thanks. I’m not really fond of drinking.”

“Shame,” she shrugged, her smile growing a bit wider when she took two shots from the tray anyway. For a second he thought she might actually force him to drink with her, but then she placed down the two glasses in front of herself. Raising her first glass to him, she gulped it down in one swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand afterwards.

“Do you care for a dance then?” She nodded over to the dance floor, her eyes and body inviting him to take the offer.

He found that he somehow couldn’t hold her gaze when he answered, “I’m afraid I’m also not very fond of dancing.”

Her forearms resting on the table, she leaned closer, obviously not taking the hint that he just wanted to be left in peace and quiet.

“Then what are you fond of?”

“I think you know pretty well what I’m fond of.” To his own surprise he sounded even harsher than he had attempted to, but the last thing he needed right now was an eager fan trying to engage him in a conversation.

“I do,” she retorted undeterred, “but that’s not what I wanted to know. See, you might not have noticed through all your sulking, but I was actually interested in you as a person, not as a footballer.”

He huffed, although he wasn’t sure she had heard him above the music.

“And you might have noticed that I am not interested in talking about private stuff to complete strangers.”

Sure, he was being massively impolite, but at least he hoped that this would do the trick now. But instead of finally leaving him alone, she shot him an amused look.

“Ooooh, grumpy, aren’t we?”

Now it was him who leaned in closer, making sure she could hear him properly. “Look, it’s nothing personal, okay? I just...it wasn’t such a great evening for me.”

Unintentionally his eyes wandered over to the dance floor for a split second, where a very young, very blonde girl was dancing happily among his teammates and their wives and girlfriends. Cursing himself, he looked over to the woman by his side carefully, hoping she hadn’t noticed. But of course she had, her eyes still fixed on the girl.

“Ah, I see.” She turned to him and the glint in her eyes made his stomach turn. “Puberty is a bitch, eh?”

“Excuse me?” he spat, equal parts bewildered and stunned.

“You heard me alright.”

Who did she think she was? Impertinent woman.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” The volume of his voice must have slipped his control a little, as he noticed a group of elderly men standing nearby turn into his direction. Still the woman’s smile never left her face, appeasing the men who turned away again.

“Really? After all I have to sit here with a pissed thirty something man who refuses to acknowledge he let his hormones get the best of him.”

“Whoa! Okay, first of all, it was you who decided to come and sit at this table and second, again, none of your goddamn business.”

Her answer was a simple grin, still not fazed by his anger in the slightest. It almost felt as if she was enjoying to get him riled up.

“You’re right.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’?”

He rolled his eyes heavily. Why couldn’t she just leave?

“You know, that phrase usually goes with an apology. Like ‘You’re right. Sorry I assumed you’re having a mid-life crisis and bang a chick that is 15 years your junior to boost your fragile ego.’”

“Do you?”

Inhaling deeply, he tried to calm himself a little. After all, he couldn’t afford to yell at her again, not that he didn’t want to, but causing even more unwanted attention was not in his plans for tonight.

“I didn't say that.”

“Well actually,” she looked at him triumphantly, “you kind of did. I never said you were having a midlife crisis or that you need her to boost your ego. Those were your words. And seeing that my assumptions caused a reaction like that, I’m afraid I can’t really say I’m sorry either.”

All right, that was it. Enough was enough.

“Look, I think I have an assumption for you too, lady. I’m starting to assume that you only came over here to rile me up further. And guess what, mission completed. So why don’t you do us both a favour and head off to pester someone else now?”

She was quiet for a moment and for the first time, the cheeky smile left her beautiful, burgundy lips. He had expected her to be a bit shaken at least, maybe even as pissed as himself, and yet the next words were spoken with such dignity that he couldn’t help but admire her a little for it.

“Oh, I would love to say you’re right again, but I’m afraid I can’t this time. And since we seem to have warmed up to each other quite a bit by now, I feel it’s okay to be completely honest with you.” She paused a second, simply for the effect, he guessed and her warm eyes never left his. “I came to sit with you because you looked miserable. Still do, by the way. And I thought you might need an actual grown up to talk to. But it seems I was wrong. You’re just a pouty manchild, like the rest of them.”

She waved her arm, pointing over at the dancing crowd of his friends and their spouses. His eyes followed her gesture and when he laid eyes on the heart of the matter, a hot flush of rage began to swirl through his veins, making his hands clench into fists. Fully set on giving her a piece of his mind, not caring who might hear him at this point, he turned to her again. But the familiar figure that had somehow entered the picture without his notice made him stop in his tracks.

“Here you are, sweetie.” The man cooed, laying his large hand on her shoulder in a protective gesture. “I almost got the feeling you were hiding from me since I made you promise to dance with me tonight.”

She twisted her slender neck to look up at his gentle face, her attention making him smile sweetly at her.

“You know I’d never do that to you, Uncle Hans, especially not on your birthday. I just thought your no. 1 goalkeeper here was in need of some mature company, but clearly he is perfectly happy with the way things are.”

Bewilderment flickered behind the coach’s gaze as he looked between his niece and one of his best players and Manuel was sure that this might not be the last time they would speak about this matter.

“So then, may I have that dance now, sweetheart?”

“With pleasure.” Manuel watched almost transfixed as she gracefully took her uncle’s hand and stood up. It was only now that he noticed how perfectly her dress showed off her voluptuous curves. He was almost certain that she would leave without another word when once again she proved him wrong. Turning on her heels, she grabbed the remaining shot and gulped it down in one large swig before she looked down at him, almost as regal as a queen.

“Have a pleasant evening, Mister Neuer. I’m sorry I can’t say I enjoyed our conversation more. Oh, and just in case you should ever feel in need to talk to a grown up, don’t call.”

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She could still feel his piercing look on her back as Hansi led her through the crowd and away from him. They had just begun to dance when the song changed and a much slower tune echoed through the large room. With a smug grin, her uncle pulled her closer, bringing his hand to the small of her back. Cheek to cheek he swayed her to the beat and she could feel that her mind was almost beginning to slow down, when he decided to pick up a conversation.

“Will you tell me what that was all about?”

She bit her lip like a little girl that was about to be scolded. “Do I have to?”

He chuckled deeply, the vibration rumbling against her chest and she could easily imagine the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“I’m certainly not going to force you. It’s just, you know, I always thought you kind of liked him.”

Instantly, she could feel her face heat up. How could he possibly know that?

“True. Liked, as in past tense. And besides, it’s not that I actually know him, personally, I mean. You could perhaps say I admire his talent, at most. And he also may be kind of easy on the eyes.”

She had become more and more quiet while she spoke, merely mumbling the last sentence. But he had heard her nonetheless, her silliness making his lips twitch in amusement.

“Hm. I clearly remember your aunt begging me to invite him over for a barbecue party last summer, telling me that you wouldn’t shut up about his quiet reserve, his amazing performance on the field and his stunning smile. Sadly he didn’t have time.”

She gulped audibly, tensing up a little in his arms, which made him enjoy their little talk even more. “So, what changed your mind?”

“He did,” she said a little too quickly, before she sighed so heavily that her uncle almost regretted bringing this topic up after all. “It’s just, I don’t understand his choice in women. I mean, he could choose literally anyone, so why her? I mean, she clearly doesn’t make him happy.”

“And how do you know that? You have spoken to him for what? Like five minutes?” He turned them around, making her face the gloomy goalie once more, before he went on. “I might be wrong, sweetheart, but I think you’re just jealous.”

Over his shoulder her gaze met Manuel’s for a split second before his eyes shot to his right, where the blonde teenager stepped into the picture, blocking him from view. She sat down on his lap, her arms dragging around his neck possessively, as her lips met his in a feverish kiss. Averting her gaze immediately, her eyes darkened and her heart clenched heavily in her chest.

“If by jealous you mean disenchanted, you’re right.”

Her bitter words made him loosen his grip on her so that he could see her face, and the hurt in her eyes pained him more than he cared for.

“I know you probably won’t believe me, but he really is a good person.”

She scoffed while her incredulous eyes landed on her uncle’s soft, blue orbs. “Well, he certainly hid that pretty well.”

He gave her a tight lipped smile. “I think he’s just lost his way a little at the moment.”

“So you think I’m right then?”

The excited sparkle in her eyes made him regret his honest words a little.

“I didn’t say that.” He protested strongly. In the end it was not for him to judge his players’ private lives. “After all he is a grown man and he can decide for himself.” He could see her face fall again and so he was quick to add, “Nevertheless, I don’t think you’re completely wrong either.”

He was very pleased to see that his words had caused a small smile to crawl back to her pretty lips. He almost felt like a proud father and when she finally leaned back in a bit closer, her forgiving gesture almost made him a bit bold.

“So, uhm, one more question, sweetheart. In the unlikely event that he should after all need a grown woman to talk to, can I give him your number?”

“Certainly not,” she insisted with a steady voice, but when she looked at him, the adorable grin on her face left no doubt that this was the biggest lie she had ever told.

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Manuel was furious as he watched her leave towards the dance floor with the coach. How could she dare call him out like that and then leave without giving him the chance to set her straight? His eyes fixed on her, he watched as Flick pulled her closer, his eyes following her uncle’s hand to the small of her back. Being the gentleman he was, his hand had found the only spot on her back that was actually covered by the dark red fabric of her dress. And for a second he imagined what it might actually feel like to let his hand wander upwards until it covered her bare skin. Or maybe he could let it slip down a few inches, until his fingers would grasp the soft flesh of her behind. He had just been able to fully picture the exact feeling of her body pressed up to his when he could feel the man who actually held her in his arms catch his indecent look on his niece’s back. Immediately he sat up straight, averting his gaze, completely missing the amused smile on the other man’s face, and when he turned back to face him, he almost lost it when he found her sparkling eyes instead.

He was still trying to figure out what had happened, when he heard a familiar voice calling him.

“Hey, babe.” The high pitched noise made him flinch and instinctively his eyes shot to his right, just in time to pull his arms away before she slumped down onto his lap clumsily. She laid it on thickly as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“I missed you on the dance floor, honey bun. Why don’t you come dance with me?”

And before he even had the chance to answer, her lips crashed down on his mouth almost painfully, her tongue forcing his lips to open. The stench of alcohol filled his mouth and he pushed her drunken form off of him determinedly. Before she even had the chance to protest, he lifted her up and placed her in his chair.

“I don’t think dancing is a good idea in your condition.” She glared at him, but then she seemed to have forgotten what for and her lips turned up into a sheepish smile.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Look, why don’t you just stay here and I get you a nice, big glass of water to sober you up a little?”

She began to nod, but then her eyes lost focus und she stared past him at god knows what.

“All right, I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t go anywhere.”

Quickly he made his way over to the counter and ordered a whole bottle of water, when he felt the slap of a hand on his left shoulder.

“Wow, you look even more frustrated than after our knock out at the World Cup in 2018. What happened?”

“Don’t ask.” He sighed as he turned around to face his friend. Manuel hoped that he would accept his wish, but when he saw the apologetic look on Thomas’ face, he instantly knew that he wouldn’t drop the topic.

“Too late. I just did.”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, the next words were spoken more to himself than to his teammate.

“Great, just what I need. Another pain in my ass.”

“Another? Who was the first then?” Obviously Thomas had taken no offence and sounded a bit too cheerful for Manuel’s liking.

“She.”

He looked over at the dance floor, where the impertinent woman was just sending her uncle the most beautiful, cheeky grin he had ever seen.

“Who? Y/N?” his friend asked incredulously.

Y/N. So that was her name.

“You know that annoying woman?”

“I do, although I can’t really say she’s annoying. Met her at the coach’s home once. She seemed rather sweet and intelligent to me.”

“She certainly hid that pretty well,” Manuel growled under his breath, earning him a surprised frown from Thomas.

“Are you gonna stand here and stare daggers at her or are you gonna tell me what she did to make you throw a fit?”

“She approached me out of nowhere to tell me that I’m dating a teenager to compensate my inability to commit to a partner on eye level.”

Thomas let his words sink in for a while.

“That doesn’t really sound like her. I mean, what reason would she have to come at you like that? She doesn’t even know you.”

Manuel sighed, thinking about the way she had somehow coaxed the statements from him instead of making them herself.

“Well, she might have phrased it differently,” he admitted meekly. That seemed to spark Thomas’ interest even further and he could feel his expectant look on him, pressing him to finally tell the whole truth.

“Actually she didn’t say it like that. She only made an allusion and made me somehow say those things myself.”

“Mhm. And exactly what allusion did she make?”

Manuel rolled his eyes again, his ego still fighting to repeat her words out loud.

”She said puberty was a bitch, clearly hinting at the fact that she thought my girlfriend was too young for me.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Thomas’ roaring laughter filled the air.

“Now that does sound more like her.”

He needed a bit to contain himself when he suddenly looked up at Manuel with an unusually serious expression on his face.

“And I have to admit, Manu, she kind of has a fair point there.”

“What?”

Manuel could not believe his ears.

“Come on, man. It’s what everyone thinks. She just said it out loud.”

“Fuck you.”

But instead of rising to his expletive, Thomas just looked at him sympathetically. Pushing himself off of the counter, he pat his shoulder in an attempt to encourage him a little, ready to leave him to his self-denial.

But then he stopped. “You know, I personally didn’t have a problem with it. You’re an adult, you can make your own choices. As long as you’re happy, right? But the truth is, Manu, I don’t think you are. Not anymore.”

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“See, I told you he wouldn’t be here. No need for all the panic beforehand.”

She narrowed her eyes at her cousin, shooting her a dirty look.

“Yeah, and I hope it’ll stay that way. Oh, and for the record: I wasn’t panicking at all, it was just you and your sister’s sudden eagerness to lure me here that got me suspicious and nervous in the first place.”

“We didn’t lure you here,” her other cousin piped up a little offendedly. “We simply wanted to spend some time with you. Come on, it’s been what, like 4 months now? Since you moved to Munich three years ago, we hardly get to see you anymore.”

“You and our father,” her sister added quickly. “So it seemed the best option to kill two birds with one stone and bring you along. After all it’s called a family day, right?”

Y/N sighed, not fully convinced, but finally ready to let the topic go.

“Right. Let’s just hope for your sakes that there will be no surprises today that might prove your guilt after all.”

“How are my girls doing?” she heard a familiar voice from behind her back, turning towards her favourite uncle with a beaming smile. What she didn’t see, however, was the brief look that was exchanged between her cousins as soon as she had turned her back, proving exactly what she had suspected all along.

“We’re good, dad. Actually, we’re more than good, we’re excellent,” the older cousin chirped.

“Great.” He paused a moment, but it was clear that he had more to say. Rocking back and forth on his feet, he looked from one woman to the other. “So,” he began carefully, before a huge Cheshire grin spread across his face. “I hope you all reserved a dance for me tonight.”

“Oh, no, daddy, not again.”

“Please, don’t make us do this.”

“There will be dancing here? If you had told me that beforehand, I certainly wouldn’t have come.”

“Of course there will be dancing. I thought that was obvious.” He had to try very hard to look a little slighted, while he actually drew a horrendous amount of amusement from their antics. “Remember, girls, we have a tradition to uphold. Whenever there is some dancing at a party, you have to reserve at least one dance for me. That’s the rule.”

And with that he turned and left them on their own again.

“Ugh, why does he always have to do that to us?” her younger cousin whined.

“Oh stop it, silly. You’re the one who likes it the most and everyone knows.”

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She had been the first to pay tribute to the family tradition and after a very exhausting Discofox dance session, luckily one of her cousins had taken over from her. Kicking off her heels, she welcomed the feel of the cool grass underneath the soles of her feet. Walking over to one of the empty tables, she slumped down heavily into one of the comfortable looking chairs. With a contented smile she let herself fall back against the backrest, closing her eyes and breathing in the mild air of the warm summer night.

“Care for a drink?”

His voice made her jump, sitting up straight immediately, eyes shooting wide open. And there he was, two shot glasses in his large hands and grinning down at her, obviously very satisfied with the slight scare he had just given her. He looked amazing, the smug bastard, in his casual jeans and white shirt, two buttons undone, topped with a sporty black jacket. She highly doubted that she had ever seen a finer man in her entire life. Luckily that didn’t make her lose her sharp tongue.

“And here I am thinking that you weren’t fond of alcohol. What happened?”

He smiled sheepishly, only one corner of his mouth tugged up, when he handed her her drink. He took his time, grabbing a chair and positioning it opposite hers, then sitting down carefully, not wanting to spill the shot all over his chest. She had already come to think that he was trying to avoid her question after all, when he locked eyes with her and finally began to speak.

“Hm. It’s been a while since I last saw you. A lot of things happened, you know. Maybe it was finally time for me to grow up.”

“Hear, hear.” With a mischievous smile she raised her glass. “To your coming of age, then.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “If you insist.”

His magnificent blue eyes never left hers while they chinked glasses, and a second later she could feel the more than welcome liquid moisturising her suddenly very dry mouth.

With a thud, their glasses landed on the table, both of them chuckling like giddy children when their eyes found each other again and then, for a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world seemed to have zoned out, leaving behind nothing but his aquamarine orbs and the wild smile on his face.

Just gradually, the world seemed to set back in again. There was the monotonous clitter of the crickets, overlaid by the muffled sound of the music that was carried over by a soft breeze, and loudest of all she could hear the beating of her own heart against her chest.

“What else has changed now that you are a proper adult?” she heard herself ask, not having the faintest idea where those words came from and how the hell she managed to deliver them so smoothly when her whole body seemed to have gotten out of control.

He took a quick look over his shoulder, his thumb pointing in the same direction.

“If you mean the dancing, I’m still not very fond of that.” Her face must have fallen a little because he was quick to add, “Except...”

“Except what?”

His eyes landed back on hers and she almost choked on her hitching breath.

“Except I think I could make an exception for the right partner.”

From the corner of her eye she registered a movement between their bodies, but she was hesitant to let her view stray from his captivating appearance. At last it was something in his eyes that looked at her expectantly which finally made her snap out of her trance.

Looking down at his hand sheepishly, it took her a while to fathom that he was actually asking her to dance with him.

Slowly her eyes wandered up to his again, asking a silent question, which he answered with an almost imperceptible rise of his eyebrows. And before she knew what she was doing, she laid her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.

He had just turned towards the source of the music, when she suddenly held him back.

“No, wait.”

With a puzzled look he did what she asked of him and let her twist him back around.

“Why don’t we just stay here? The music is loud enough anyway.”

A gentle smile curved his lips. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

She nodded softly, her teeth biting down on her lip in excitement.

And before she knew what was happening, she found herself secured against his chest by his firm grip. It felt like being pressed up to a hot furnace which she would usually have appreciated any other time, but on a sweltry night like this and in a place she had wanted to be in for so long, it was pure torture. And as if this wasn’t bad enough already, his strong fingers pressed down on her lower back, threatening to scorch her even through the fabric of her blouse as he pulled her an impossible inch further into him. He was so close now that she could sense the heat radiating off his cheek as well, bringing along a whiff of his enticing scent and she couldn’t help but close her eyes as she inhaled deeply and her head began to spin. It was odd, but her mind was completely blank by now, blank except for one thought and her lips spread into a blissful smile as she repeated it in her head again and again, relishing in the feeling that if either of them moved just the tiniest bit, their cheeks would inevitably touch.

Slowly they moved and despite the unhurried shift of their bodies her heart was beating so violently that she thought it pondered jumping out of her chest to meet his. There was no chance he wouldn’t be able to tell from the way he held her, and when he finally drew away a tad to look at her, she fully expected him to call her out for it.

But he didn’t. Instead his sinfully soft lips curled into a reassuring smile before he spoke.

“You were right.”

“I beg your pardon?”

A cute chuckle escaped his mouth, leaving the corners of his eyes crinkled in the most beautiful display of amusement.

“About what you said at your uncle’s birthday party.”

“Oh.” She had said a lot that evening, words that she had come to regret later and remembering them now set her cheeks on fire. “About what exactly?”

“About everything,” he admitted without hesitation, yet he couldn’t hide the spark of misery that flitted across his sea blue orbs. “Didn’t take me very long after that night to finally see things clearly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” It was true. Although she knew that she probably sounded like a madwoman after everything she had confronted him with back then, at least the frown on his forehead seemed to confirm that. “I truly am. I really would have liked to see you happy.” Even if it was with that girl.

She was glad she had managed to keep that last bit to herself. She had no idea why she had said that she was sorry in the first place, but judging by the wild smile on his face it must have been the right words after all.

“Well, I certainly am happier now than I was that night.” He shrugged. “So, thank you, I guess.”

She huffed. “For what? Making absolutely inappropriate remarks on your relationship? I shouldn’t have done that. I know that now. So it should be me who is sorry here, don’t you think?”

She could feel his fingertips press into the soft flesh of her back.

“Don’t be. I guess you were exactly what I needed.” It took him a second before he realised what he had just said. “I mean it. It was exactly what I needed.”

His eyes snapped to the left and she was thankful that he couldn’t see the grin that decorated her lips as she watched the treacherous colour creep into his cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears. For a while he didn’t say another word, probably still trying feverishly to figure out a way to take back his slip of the tongue. And when he finally spoke, she wished he hadn’t.

“There is one thing though that I have gone over and over in my mind. But no matter how long I think about it, it just won’t make sense.”

She already knew that she wouldn’t like where this conversation was heading now, but she found herself asking nonetheless.

“And what is that?”

His head turned without a warning as his eyes searched her gaze and for the blink of an eye his lips came so close that she couldn’t say if they had actually brushed along hers or if her needy heart had just imagined their brief touch. He didn’t answer her question right away, his breath blending with her own in the narrow space between their faces and suddenly she wasn’t so sure anymore if she had really only dreamed up their fleeting foretaste of a kiss.

“Why did you do it?” Panic rose in her chest. She hadn’t done anything. After all it had been him who had turned his head. But as he went on, she realised that he wasn’t referring to that at all and the suffocating distress eased away bit by bit. “I mean, we didn’t even know each other when you decided to come at me like that.”

Now it was her who had to avert her gaze.

“I think I don’t really want to answer that question.”

“Why not?” His voice was so soft and gentle, making it even harder to answer him.

“Because the truth might be kind of ugly.”

“But the outcome wasn’t, so I think I’ll take that risk.”

Her feet stopped their mechanical movements as a violent shiver ran down her spine. So this would be it then. It would be over before it had really begun. Pity. But at least she would have the memory of these few minutes, of his genuine smile and the way he had held her tight against his chest. With a deep sigh she bid their daydream of a dance goodbye.

“I could tell you now that it was for some noble reason, but at the bottom of it all I think it was nothing more than jealousy that drew me to your table that night. I had been unable to ignore you all evening — ignore her. The way she behaved like a spoiled brat, drinking and losing control, not caring in the least that she not only made a fool out of herself but of you as well. God, I hated her in that moment, for having everything I ever wanted and riding roughshod over it. And when I saw you sitting there, looking so utterly crestfallen, somehow I couldn’t help it.”

An undefinable silence settled between them and the only sound that remained was the beat of the music wafting over from the party that went on behind his back. The faint whisper of the melody seemed to push itself up between them and tear them further apart, exactly as she had expected. And just like the bass, her heartbeat slowed until it died away completely.

It was over and everything she wanted to do was let go of his hand so she could do him the favour of leaving, but to her astonishment he refused to set her free. And rather then releasing her from his grip, he squeezed her hand, briefly and just once, but it was enough for her to find the courage and face him. But instead of finding a frown or a scornful pair of eyes, his blinding smile made her forget to breathe for a moment.

“I had hoped you might say that.” And with that he pulled her into his arms again and continued swaying her to the music as if she had not just revealed her repulsive self to him. Her brain still a step behind, she couldn’t do anything but stare up at him stupidly.

“What? Why?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” And when she shook her head like a petrified imbecile, an amused chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Because even though your behaviour was extremely infuriating, I have to admit that I like you. And asking you out on a date will be so much easier now that I know you like me too.”

With a violent jolt, the useless muscle inside her chest started to beat again, its heavy pounding filling her ears with white noise as the world around her started to spin. Unable to stop the motion, she felt herself leaning in, her nails digging into the undoubtedly expensive fabric of his jacket as she desperately tried to gain control over her unruly body.

“So, will you go out with me?”

It seemed like an eternity until she finally mustered the strength for a mechanical nod. Neither had she noticed in her struggle that he had stopped dancing, nor that the priceless look on her face had made his eyes and heart go soft for her.

“Great. That’s settled then. When are you free?”

It was only when he took a step back, taking his warmth with him as his hand slipped out of hers, that she snapped out of her trance.

“Now.”

“Now? Like right now?”

More like now as in before she could screw everything up again.

“Yes, why not? I know you have a busy schedule, so finding a date when we are both free might be tough. And above that, it is a beautiful summer evening.”

Had all those words really fallen from her mouth right now? Embarrassed about her lack of composure, her hand flew up to her mouth, making him smile again.

“I guess you have a fair point there.” And just like that, his hand was there again, fingers entwining slowly with hers like they had never been meant for anyone else. “All right then, let’s get out of here.”

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