3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?
Matze would compliment the way Julian is so gentle with him but also insistent, his golden heart and his confidence. Whereas Julian would call Matze sweet, talented and humble, as well acknowledging how talented he is as a player, how hardworking and ambitious. He’d also compliment his cooking skills (which are okay but not professional chef level; then again, Julian himself doesn’t really know how to cook)
you also sent me these: 9 for Hömmels please! and 24 and 27 for Neuller please! (answered below)
9. Have they made each other cry?
I am very sure Mats has made Benni cry cause he’s quite a handful so I bet Benni has cried out of frustration quite a few times, but no, Mats never made Benni cry on purpose. Benni on the other hand … he’s an angel, a saint, usually so patient and kind and supportive … but when he feels too caged, when he gets angry, he’s a storm roaring so loud, lightning striking the trees, striking down things he doesn’t mean to. It’s a powerful image, seeing Benni like that, words used as weapons that he won’t mean once he’s calmed down. It’s a powerful image, picturing Mats, cheeky, ever-strong, self-confident Mats crying. It’s one that makes Benni realize his words, apologize over and over, asking for permission to take his hands, kissing Mats’ tears away, vowing it won’t ever happen again, cause he loves him and seeing Mats weep like this ? It broke him, and he doesn’t want to make him cry ever again.
24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for? already answered here!
27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share? already answered here!
WARNING: this is rated MATURE (which is also why this is placed under a read more) – proceed with that in mind (or don’t, if you don’t want to)
It’s a lavish spring morning and the sky is tinted in beautiful pastel hues outside of their Hamburg hotel, but Matze and Julian are paying hardly any attention to it.
They’ve left the curtains open and the window is ajar too – just enough so that the song of the birds in the trees is just barely audible, and that the air in the room smells fragrant and fresh.
It’s seven in the morning, and this is one of the few times the two lovers have the privilege of waking up together. Sometimes, Matze is envious of those who can do this often; but then again, he knows that he just has to treasure the little time with Julian that he gets. And usually, that means International Break and maybe a few additional weekends over the course of the year.
As of now, Julian is sound asleep on his chest, his breath hitting Matze’s skin in soft little gusts, their heartbeats pressed tightly against each other, beating in the same rhythm.
Matze has his hand on Julian’s back, gently brushing his fingers over it in circular motions. He doesn’t as often feel as calm and grounded as when he’s with Julian, he thinks. Moments like these might be rare, but they’ve become one of the things Matze is always looking forward the most … he’s yearning, almost, for his lover to be back in his arms whenever he goes for too long without it. Without him.
He shakes his head to himself. A few years ago, he would never have been able to imagine this – and now, despite his life without Julian being almost perfect, too, he doesn’t even wanna think about having to miss it.
He tightens his arms a little bit more.
It takes a few minutes longer until Julian finally stirs underneath his touch. He squints up at Matze with one eye open, lips already twisting into a mischievous grin. His hair is always the softest, fluffiest when he wakes up in the mornings – perfect chocolate brown ringlets in the shape of an artfully tousled bird’s nest perched on top of his head, perfect for Matze to run his fingers through. Before he can, though, Julian groans a little, hauling himself up until his face is right in front of Matze’s, his grin even wider than before.
“Morning,” he mumbles, and he doesn’t even give Matze a chance to reply. Instead, he pushes against his lips, uniting them in a kiss that feels like completion, and Matze doesn’t hesitate to return it with an urgency that’s surprising even to himself.
Julian chuckles. “Really good morning then. Hi, baby.” He’s grinning, and his hand, cheeky as it is, has already found its way underneath the sheets, finding Matze’s chest, stroking it lightly.
Matze bites down on his bottom lip before the whine can slip through his lips. It’s almost a bit embarrassing, how Julian has the ability to get him worked up so quickly, but yet, he would never complain about it. He pants when his lover starts placing his lips all over his torso, wandering down, licking, sucking, letting his hands roam and his eyes wander.
Yes, there truly is nothing better than this.
They’re not always the type for long, drawn-out foreplay, not when they often don’t have enough time before they’re rushed away to a training session, a team meeting, a meal or a game. Unlike some of their (former) teammates, they – especially Matze – aren’t fond of doing it in spaces that aren’t the safety of their hotel room, so the time is even more limited.
But it’s early, and thus, he doesn’t worry when Julian, gently but insistently nudges his arm, making him turn until he’s laying on the side, trembling with restrained lust as Julian scoots closer, his naked body warm and familiar. His awakened interest pressing against Matze’s ass.
Oh, yes.
Julian kisses his shoulder, then his neck, then his jaw, urging Matze to turn his head just so that they can smash their mouths together, every trace of gentle sleepiness out of the window now, making out as the first sunlight illuminates their union.
Matze gasps quietly when Julian wraps his hand around his manhood as he pushes in, eyes fluttering shut.
Truly, there is nothing better than this.
During their lovemaking, the silence feels different, as if it’s vibrating, pooling in every corner, every crook that there is in the room, filling every crevice. Matze has come to love it this way, how intimate it is when they’re just quietly enjoying each other, coming together, becoming one–
They both freeze at the same time.
There was a creak outside, loud and obvious, as if someone was leaning against their door.
Matze can feel his eyes widen, his ass clenching around Julian’s dick.
“What was that noise?” he whisper-shouts, a bout of panic washing over him, that’s soothed just barely by Julian gently rubbing his shoulder as he turns around, their lovemaking suddenly forgotten but yet so prominent on their minds. Julian’s eyes are alert, his eyebrows drawn tightly together.
They’re both fearing the same thing.
These hotel’s doors don’t lock on their own, and it’s not that uncommon for players to just burst into their teammate’s rooms. A room that Julian shouldn’t even be laying in, nevermind sharing Matze’s bed, holding him in his arms.
You’d think they’d gotten more careful after that debacle with Manuel.
But also, it’s not even seven in the morning, and neither of them had thought that this could ever happen.
It can’t happen.
The door creaks again. Matze’s breath gets caught in his throat. Nothing happens. Then, footsteps outside quietly move away. He can feel Julian’s sigh of relief against his back, and when he shuffles around until they’re face to face, he can feel his hands tremble.
Slowly, very slowly, a grin creeps onto Julian’s thin lips. His smiles have always been radiant, what made him the most beautiful; and even when Matze thought he can’t love him any more, he does.
“Oh my god,” Julian wheezes, giggling, his shoulders shaking, transferring the tremours to Matze’s skin, “that was a close one.”
He’s right, Matze knows, and he knows that at the beginning of their relationship, a close call like this would have spooked him to the bone. Not anymore. Not when things are alright, and he’s got a smiling Julian Draxler in his arms.
They go down to breakfast together, and things are just how they’re supposed to be – now they only need to go ahead and win the game that evening, too.
emotional prompts – closed!
dear @temsah, I know you’re going through a rough time right now, so I really wanted to finish this for you as soon as I could, which turned out to be way too long anyway .... I hope it still could cheer you up a little 💕
who hogs the duvet: I do feel like this MUST be Julian, cheeky as he is (and Matze probably sleeps like a stone)
who texts/rings to check how their day is going: both, I’d say, but they don’t text back and forth constantly, and more like exchange one message over the day and then make a long call in the evening
who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Matze, he’s very thoughtful about things like that
who gets up first in the morning: Matze
who suggests new things in bed: DEFINITELY Julian XD
who cries at movies: I …. have no idea. Julian?
who gives unprompted massages: I feel like it’s Julian!
who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Matze, he’s quite protective like that, and Jule likes to overplay how bad he actually feels
who gets jealous easiest: neither, tbh, they’re pretty chill with the arrangement they have and as long as neither of them strays from that …
who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Julian, I’d say
who collects something unusual: Julian. Probably something fancy he picked up in Paris
who takes the longest to get ready: also Julian
who is the most tidy and organised: definitely Matze!!
who gets most excited about the holidays: both of them, excited to spend them together, because it doesn’t happen a lot!!
who is the big spoon/little spoon: I remember us talking about this, but I’m not sure, but I think we said Matze is the big spoon and Julian is the little spoon
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: both, they’re young and quite stubborn, I feel. Julian gets shouty about it while Matze is just quiet focus and annoyance when he loses
who starts the most arguments: ……. no idea. but Matze can hold grudges longer
who suggests that they buy a pet: Matze!!
what couple traditions they have: meeting up at odd, romantic places, kisses under the stars, going out for dinner together
what tv shows they watch together: pass, I hardly watch TV myself
what other couple they hang out with: I don’t really think they do that a lot? But correct me if you think otherwise!!
how they spend time together as a couple: talking on the phone, finding time in between the moments they get at DFB, surprise visits when they know the other has free time
who made the first move: Julian!!
who brings flowers home: probably Matze, and even though Julian might roll his eyes at it, he’s actually really touched
who is the best cook: neither. they go out to eat or order something
My ‘my writing’ page is getting quite disorganized and chaotic. So here’s a quick rundown.
This is sorted by (main) pairings, which means minor pairings won’t be listed. I won’t include descriptions, but the word count is listed in brackets. Fics will be listed several times if there are multiple main pairings. Ratings and warnings not included, please check the tags for that. Word count is rounded.
fics with NSFW content/PWP will be in bolded
New fics will always be added at the top of the respective pairing list.
[ Füller ]
like lovers do (2500)
Thommy, ich glaub ich hab’ Heimweh (2500)
In Transit (4700)
[ Neuller ]
Poreč – Venice, One Way (2300)
A Heartful of Stars (2300)
it’s a golden thing we’ve got (1700)
finding us (9100)
In His Arms (1400)
all the echos in the trees (2000)
Our Love In A Photograph (1400)
Secret Keeper (3200)
my heart like a sea of lights (2100)
The Call (1400)
captain, my captain (2500)
Bordeaux (2300)
against all odds (3600)
your name on my wrist (3100)
this unfamiliar road (1700)
all the days I don't remember (are the ones I can't forget) (16500)
(The Failure of) Honorable Detective Hummels (1700)
know these paths (2100)
In the Daylight (5000)
I’m all yours (3400)
I’m in love (with your body) (1100)
Catman(u) – or, The Unexpected Transformation of a Goalkeeper (3200)
the edge of something beautiful (4200)
and the sea sings to us both (22000)
word upon your lip (1600)
don’t fear the fall (1500)
pieces of you in the back of my mind (2400)
wishes, unspoken (1800)
by any other name (1300)
Much Ado About Something (4500)
our temporary crutch (1600)
burn like the cold (2100)
take me so breathless (3600)
No Loopholes (4600)
In The Headlights (8000)
lay it down (when you walk through my door) (1700)
Ajar (5000)
[ Hömmels ]
If On A Winter’s Night (2700)
surfacing (8800)
zusammen (7400)
Haunt Your Heart (6200)
falling down deep (3800)
seaside lullaby (6500)
through the cracks (4800)
take what you can (2100)
out here in the open (800)
keep running ‘til we’re there (1200)
Without Words (3000)
burn like the cold (2100
take me so breathless (3600)
When In Rome (3800)
steal the air out of my lungs (3700)
Ajar (5000)
[ Nüle ]
your hands and your name (1800)
Petrichor (1900)
your hands and your name (1800)
[ Kesven ]
two (2300)
[ Steno ]
I could be if I tried (1500)
driftwood (4700)
Much Ado About Something (4500)
burn like the cold (2100)
somewhere where the sun is shining bright (1000)
[ Draxlinter ]
In the Daylight (5000)
go gentle into that good night (1000)
maybe I miss you (1100)
everything that makes you wonder (3600)
In The Headlights (8000)
[ Fabiverse ]
wild dreams and sleeping hearts – ficlet collection
1 + 1 = 3 (58800)
see the river flowing (4300)
oh, your wild heart – ficlet collection
[ Other ]
a mess to be solved (3300) – Bayern goalies dynamics (Neuer, Ulreich, Nübel), minor Neuller and Nüle
those nights that you can't take back (1800) – Manuel Neuer & Kevin Grosskreutz
Mario's Greatest Idea (2700) – again, tons of pairings; check tags
If the whole world was watching (I’d still dance with you) (4900) – so many pairings that none can be classified as main pairing; check tags
not what you think we are (2500) – Loris Karius/OMC, minor Steno and Neuller
For Those Days (4200) – OMC/OMC, very minor Neuller
Matze sighs when his boyfriend only pouts up at him. To be fair, Julian is in fact wearing one, and it’s terribly obvious that he wants them to match, but it’s also terribly hot outside and already, the dress shirt and the suit jacket scratch at Matze’s neck, and he really isn’t keen on adding to the uncomfortableness any further, no matter how fancy the restaurant is.
It has been Julian’s idea, of course, to actually go out for a date for once.
“It’s not like it will be a specifically romantic setup. We could totally pass as two friends just going for dinner,” he’d said.
A completely platonic dinner on a Paris rooftop terrace with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Sure, Julian, like that’s normal for two bros to do. But it’s not like Matze is going to complain. He remembers the first time he came to visit Julian here, that magical day they shared, finished with a kiss overlooking the city. He smiles at the memory, and then sighs again when Julian pushes the soft fabric into his hands again.
Julian tilts his head. It makes him look way too cute, even if the brunet himself would never admit that – but he knows that it works, this wide-eyed puppy look that Julian and his chocolate brown eyes pull off so perfectly.
Matze huffs, takes the tie and wraps it around his head. He ties the knot with the expertise of someone who has done it hundred of times – getting dressed up for special games, events and charity galas is part of his daily life – and can’t help but grin a little at the way it makes Julian beam up at him.
He offers him his hand when Matze’s finished, and they keep holding hands all the way until they’re downstairs, where Matze gently untangles their fingers before Julian pushes open the door and they step into daylight.
It’s night when they return, the sky dark, them slightly tipsy and drunk on love, a bit giggly, clinging to each other.
Julian crowds him against the door as soon as they’re back inside the apartment, smiling against his lips with closed eyes and rosy cheeks. Matze pants as his boyfriend presses his hand against his bulge, humming appreciatively at the noises he gets in return. He tastes like the crème brûlée they had for desert, like the warm summer air and like the summer two years ago when they first fell in love.
Matze sighs as Julian massages him through his pants, throwing his head back, eyes blissfully closed, a breathless, silent moan escaping his lips. He stops Julian as the brunet reaches to unbutton his pants. His boyfriend smiles knowingly, and tugs him along to the bedroom.
It’s never truly dark in a city like Paris, where the stars that twinkle live in the old houses and down on the streets. Julian always keeps his blinds open at night, so the room is flooded with a warm, low light that is just enough to make out the contour of Julian’s smile as he hovers above him, stealing another kiss from Matze’s lips.
They already lost their pants, shoes and sucks, and Julian is currently unbuttoning his shirt with flimsy fingers. Matze bites his lips as he slides his hand underneath the fabric, stroking over his chest in gentle motions as he ruts against him with a lot more insistence.
He makes quick work on Julian’s shirt as well, but then he gets stopped when he reaches for the tie, the brunet’s grip firm around his wrist.
Julian’s smirk grows wicked.
“Leave it on.”
And then he leans down for another kiss as he pushes down Matze’s underwear, and Matze falls deeper and deeper.
Drabbles I should have written three months ago (closed)
