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infinityerlingx · 1 year

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Baby Fever

P A R T 3

pairing - erling haaland x (fem)reader

genre - fluff

warnings - pregnancy, childbirth, swearing

wordcount - 8.8k

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You sat on the floor of the bathroom, your hand placed over your mouth in shock. The pregnancy test in your hand, clearly two lines, showing that you were indeed pregnant.

Of course you were trying, but you never knew that one round of sex would get you pregnant, you thought you would’ve had to try at least a few times, but a missed period later, you bought a test just in case and here you were 3 weeks pregnant.

Erling was at training, you did the test in private, wanting to keep it a surprise either way, not wanting Erling to be disappointed, but now you knew he wouldn’t have anything to be disappointed about.

You were pregnant with his baby.

Now was just the plan to surprise him, hundreds of thoughts raced in your mind, trying to think of one to help your thoughts. The plans of buying a Manchester City kit with Daddy 9 on the back was the best you could think of, and you knew it would melt his heart with the gesture.

Quickly you got yourself dressed, heading down to the apartment car park, making a plan of which shops you needed to go to, all before Erling would get back from training, which was only 2 hours. You set off for the City Store, deciding on buying the kit first.

Once everything had been done, you set off for the nearest supermarket, buying a cute gift bag alongside a card. It didn’t take long for you to get back home and prepare yourself for what was coming in the next half an hour. You had multiple feelings racing through your body, nerves, excitement and strangely enough, butterflies. It didn’t feel real that you were pregnant. Both of your schedules were too busy for you to even get a quick moment together alone since the last time, but it all worked out so well.

You didn’t even click at what time it was until you heard the front door open. You quickly sighed before finishing up and putting the bag next to your side of the bed. Panic was now racing through your veins at telling him. You knew this was what he wanted as he insinuated it first, but that didn’t stop your palms from sweating.

“I’m home love” You heard Erling shout, his voice getting louder as he wandered down the hallway.

“In the bedroom” You shouted back, before you saw the doorknob turning, the door opening slowly, exposing your large boyfriend. A smile plastered onto his face. You smiled back at him before he wandered into the room, closing the door again and sat himself down next to you. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the bag on the floor next to you. You sat back against the headboard, your legs outstretched, as Erling sat next to you, a large hand on your thigh, his thumb circling on your skin.

“Missed you” He spoke softly, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your lips. “Sorry I haven’t seen much of you recently, it’s been so hectic with games and all the training, day off tomorrow if you want to go out somewhere nice together” He carried on.

“That sounds perfect Erling, I’d love to” You replied with a smile. “But for now I’ve got a surprise for you” You spoke, preparing yourself for the news. Erling cocked an eyebrow at you. “Just go sit down in the living room and I’ll be there in just a minute” You ushered him out of the room. Erling mumbled a quick ‘Okay’ followed by a nervous laugh as he walked down to the living room.

You turned around, grabbing the bag from beside the bed, quickly writing the card and putting it inside the bag, next to the white gift box. You made your way down to the living room, Erling sitting on the sofa, his eyes struck up to you as he felt your presence. You sat yourself down next to him, placing the bag on the floor, Erling trying to take a peek inside the bag, however he was disappointed when you quickly covered it.

“Eyes closed please Erl” You spoke, Erling knew to hold his hands out too, something he always told you to do when he was giving you a surprise. You first picked the card out, placing the small envelope in his large hands. “You can open your eyes now love” You say back, leaning your side on the back of the sofa. Erling kept his eyes on the envelope as he opened it. The picture on the front of the card wasn’t anything special, however it just said ‘Congratulations’. Erling opened the card, the inside reading:

“To Daddy,

I can’t wait to meet you soon!

Love ?”

Erling’s expression was full of confusion, his eyes scanning your face and then the words on the card once again. You were quick to grab the gift box from the bag, a small white square box with a beautiful silver ribbon on the top. You passed it over to him, taking the card in exchange and placing it on the coffee table.

Erling was slow to untie the ribbon and lift the lid from the box. He quickly saw the sky blue of the city kit, lifting it up and holding the small material in his hands, looking at the tiny shirt, turning it over. His heart raced when he saw the name on the back. His eyes scanned from the shirt, to your face and back again, his mouth hanging open in shock, however no words left his lips. He was too gobsmacked to speak.

“You’re pregnant?” He finally asked, barely above a whisper, too scared his voice would fail him.

“Yeah, it’s early days, but I did a test earlier on and it said 3 weeks” You spoke back, edging a bit closer to him on the sofa.

“You’re pregnant!” He repeated, however this time a smile broke out onto his face, he was quick to put down the shirt on the coffee table, and quickly moving down next to you, pulling you into him. “Thank you” He spoke, wrapping his arms around you, your arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The nerves of the day finally dissipating, leaving you with nothing but excitement. Tears pricked at your eyes at his embrace, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You pulled away from the hug moments later, noticing tears trickling down Erling’s cheeks. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping the tears away. You leant in kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re going to be parents, Erling” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his. Erling’s hands held your hips, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin, a smile broke out onto his face again, not being able to keep it in him.

“We are, you’re gonna be the best mama to our baby” His words sent shivers down your spine and a blush rise to your cheeks, butterflies swarmed your belly.

“Our baby” You repeated, smiling as his words ran through your head. “Our baby will be so lucky to have you as their daddy Erling” You spoke, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I still can’t believe it, I’m so happy” He replied, smiling into the kiss.

*2 months later

Erling had an unexpected day off from training, he was bound to spend the whole day with you, just doing nothing, you both needed it, you didn’t get an easy first 2 months of pregnancy, the morning sickness way beyond the extent you would’ve thought, every morning you woke up, a wave of nausea running through you, and today was no different.

You had once again woken up before the crack of dawn, the nausea taking over you suddenly, making you jump from your warm bed, stepping straight to the bathroom, falling to your knees over the toilet, your forearms resting on the toilet seat, you rested your head on your bicep, closing your eyes as you felt your heart begin to race, head spinning as you tried to relax yourself.

Erling woke up to the noise of the bathroom door opening, he knew this now, it was a daily routine. He got himself out of bed, making a beeline to the bathroom, noticing your figure hunched over the toilet. He was quick to sit down next to you, a large hand on your back, stroking up and down. You sighed at his touch, silently thanking him once again.

“Y/N love, I told you to wake me up” He spoke softly.

“I felt bad, it's your first day off in weeks” You replied slowly, not wanting to rush your voice in case.

“That doesn't matter, what matters is that you're okay, I told you I'd do anything to help you through this” He replied, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You relaxed into his touch, finally settling yourself. You leant your head onto your other forearm, sighing through your nose, trying to focus on your breathing and not the nausea. However before you could focus again, a wave of nausea hit you suddenly, making you rise to your knees, emptying out your stomach into the toilet once again. Erling was quick to pull your hair out of your face, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, his other hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

You sank back onto the floor once you had done, feeling relieved but exhausted, you rested your head onto Erling’s shoulder, thanking him for being there for you once again.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, Erling helped you up from the ground, letting you know that he was taking you out for a coffee and a walk in a while. You thanked him again before letting yourself get ready, deciding on making an effort. You took your time getting ready, making sure that you chose a nice outfit, and doing your hair to make you feel better about yourself.

You stood facing the mirror as you got dressed, pulling on a pair of leggings, you turned to the side, quickly noticing something that you hadn’t noticed yet, due to you wearing nothing but baggy clothes to keep yourself comfy. Your bump had started to grow and you had no idea. You were quick to shout Erling, who came racing up the stairs at your call.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He asked quickly as he flung the bedroom door open.

“Come and have a look for yourself” You smiled to yourself, turning again in the mirror so your belly was more prominent. Erling paced into the dressing room, looking at you, before looking at you through the mirror, his jaw dropping as he saw the small bump that had grown. “They’ve finally made their appearance, Erling” You smiled at your boyfriend, who stepped closer to you.

Erling was speechless as he came closer, his hands reaching out for you, he was quick to step behind you, your back resting against his chest, his hands soothing over the small bump. He could finally feel your swollen belly, his eyes brimmed with tears. Your hand came to rest on top of his, your eyes diverting from your belly to the mirror, the love of your life standing behind you, his whole world in his hands, you and your baby.

“I can’t believe it” He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I told you you’d look so pretty pregnant” He smirked, leaving a kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile at his comment, the feeling of being pregnant and carrying his baby feeling all too real now. “I love you” He spoke, before letting go of you, and stepping to face you before sinking to his knees. “And I love you little one” He spoke, littering kisses all over your belly.

“We love you so much, Erling” You spoke with a smile plastered on your face.

Before you knew it, you were 5 months along, Erling taking you to the hospital for your next scan, in which you would find out your baby’s gender. You had decided to keep it private, letting the nurse write down what the gender was, and you had given the envelope to your mum, who was organising your gender reveal. You had both decided on letting your and Erling’s mum decide on what they wanted to do. Pep had let you use the pitch to do your reveal on, that was including Erling begging him to do so, Pep allowed him as long as he got an invite himself to come and watch. You had laughed at that comment when Erling told you, however you were more than happy to do so, along with his idea of inviting all of his teammates, they all loved you, and being friends with their girlfriends made it so much easier for you.

Your bump had now grown more and was more restricting than what you had first expected, however that didn’t make anything change, you loved how your baby was growing, you even got told that anytime soon you would be able to feel your baby kick. Which sent warmth all through your body, excitement kicking in at being able to feel your baby respond to you.

A few days had passed and it was finally time for your reveal, you wore a white summer dress and Erling dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt.

The turnout to your reveal was not expected in the slightest, all of the boys had managed to come in on their days off and some had brought along their girlfriends with them, knowing how much you got along with them. You went around and said your hello’s to everyone before. You all walked down to the pitch, where you finally saw what you weren’t expecting. Two large illuminated words stating ‘Girl’ and ‘Boy’ in the middle of the pitch. Blue and pink balloons decorated the words. In the middle of the words stood a podium with a button on the top. You took your place with Erling at the button.

You suddenly felt nervous with the amount of eyes on you as you scanned the pitch before meeting Erling’s eyes, who unexpectedly were already looking at you. You sent him a smile which he could tell was a nervous one. His hand latched onto yours, holding it over the button, you both spoke in synchronisation from 10 downwards, before pressing down onto the button. A loud pop was heard before you looked up, the smoke rockets setting off, the fireworks flying into the air, the colour of pink illuminating the sky. You were pulled into Erling’s embrace, his lips pressed against your own. The sound of cheers behind you. You were having a perfect baby girl.

A week after your reveal, you felt the pain of hitting 5 months, the constant headache, the back pain and discomfort of the belly which was still growing with every passing day. You were due tonight to be at the Etihad to watch Erling play, in which he was making sure that you sat in his box, away from the normal seats to ensure nothing happened to your baby. However you currently sat at home, sprawled on the sofa. The headache making you sink further into the sofa, your eyes closed, trying to make some pain go away. Erling was in the bedroom, getting himself changed into his Man City travel kit. It didn’t take him long to get changed, meeting you back in the living room to say goodbye until he saw you again that night.

“Erling, would you be able to get me some painkillers?” You asked as you heard him coming into the living room. He spoke a quick ‘of course’ before making his way to the kitchen to grab you two painkillers along with some water. He brought them into you, meeting you as you lay on the sofa still.

“Causing you some pain is she?” He spoke, a frown on his face.

“Apparently her favourite thing to do” You replied with a smile. Erling didn’t smile in response, if anything his frown was more prominent, he felt awful that you were going through all the pain alone. He passed you over the painkillers and the water, asking you to sit up and take them.

“You don’t have to be there tonight, if you don’t feel up to it” He spoke, a large hand resting on your bump.

“No, I’ll be there, just need a nap I think, but don’t you worry, I won’t miss out on seeing you play” You replied, your hand resting on top of his. “Plus, how are you going to dedicate your goals to me if I'm sat here?” You smiled, in which Erling’s face broke out into a smirk.

“That’s a very good point kjære, I’ve got something special planned for my girls” He spoke, your stomach breaking out in butterflies at his words, a blush spread across your cheeks. He noticed your flushed state, leaning forward and giving you a long kiss. “My girls” He spoke as he pulled away, leaning down and pressing a longing kiss to your belly. “I’ll ring Dad now and ask him to come and pick you up at around half 6? Is that okay?” He asked, standing up from the sofa.

“That’s perfect, thank you, I’ll wait for you in the box after the game” You smiled again, Erling was quick to lean down again, giving you another kiss before making his way out of the house. Not long after you received a message from Alfie, telling you that he was going to pick you up. You replied with ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes for another hour.

By the time you woke up it was half 5, you got yourself up, the headache now long gone. You silently thanked Erling once again for getting you the painkillers. You got yourself changed, doing a bit of makeup and styling your hair, throwing one of Erling’s city shirts on, the ones you usually wore, too small for your growing belly these days, Erling’s fit you comfortably. You put a jacket on top, hiding your belly as much as you could, as the fans had no idea yet about it. That’s what the plan was tonight.

Before you knew it, the doorbell was ringing. You quickly put your shoe on, before making your way down the hall again, opening the door, Alfie stood on the other side, a smile on his face as you gave him a quick hug. You grabbed your keys off the side, following Alfie out of your apartment and down to his car. Sitting in the passenger seat, the both of you talking comfortably about how everything had been going recently, Alfie parked the car in the car park, you got out and walked together from the car park to the reception. You were quick to get your passes and before you knew it you were in Erling’s box. Taking your seat and watching the players warm up. You only had 15 minutes left until kick off. The seat next to you was taken by Astor, Erling’s brother who welcomed you with a hug. He asked you how your pregnancy was going. You spared him the bad details but explained how everything was going. You watched as Erling blew a kiss up to you before heading back inside to get himself changed. Your heart swelling at his actions.

Soon enough, the game had kicked off and it was a battle between the two teams, Erling racing towards the goal and getting more and more frustrated as the other players lost the ball. Before you knew it, Erling had the ball at his feet, before taking a powerful strike, the ball heading for the top right corner, smashing into the netting. He was quick to run and grab the ball again, placing it under his top, his thumb in his mouth as the other hand pointed up towards where you sat. His family cheered as your heart swelling with pride. Your hand placed on your bump. And it was confirmed, the world knew about your baby. Erlings teammates jumped on him, celebrating his goal. He blew up another kiss to you before carrying on with the game.

The full time whistle had been blown, and you stepped inside of Erling’s box, the warmth of the room taking over you. You got yourself a drink before sitting down at the table, waiting for Erling to come and meet you. Astor and Alfie said their goodbyes to you and went off before Erling came up. It wasn’t long until you saw your favourite face arrive at the door, quickly opening it, he stepped inside and made a beeline for you. In which you opened your arms for him, welcoming him with a big hug.

“Proud of you” You spoke into the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on his skin.

“Thank you baby, I hope little one enjoyed it” He replied, pulling away from the hug and resting his hand on top of your bump. “How you feeling now? Any better than this afternoon?” He asked.

“Much better now, my backs aching a bit but other than that, the headaches have finally worn off” You smiled, which made Erling smile with you. He hated how you were getting all of the pain from this pregnancy and he would do anything to help ease it in the slightest way possible.

An hour later, you were finally back home, you changed your clothes for something comfier and sat back down in the living room, Erling sat in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, with you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest.

Erling’s hand found its way under your hoodie, resting on your bump, his thumb stroking back and forth. A pointless movie playing on the tv, you felt yourself relax into his chest. All of a sudden, you felt a kick. Your mouth dropped in shock, turning your head to look at Erling and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“Did she just kick?” He spoke in disbelief.

“I think so” You smiled, looking back towards your bump, lifting your hoodie up and watching your skin. There it was again, a little hand or a foot, pushing against your skin. Your eyes pricked with tears, your baby finally making herself known to the two of you. Erling couldn’t believe his eyes. His mouth agape, he truly had never felt anything like it.

For months in the pregnancy, Erling and his dad took it upon themselves to decorate the spare room to be the baby's room. You were warned not to enter the room at any point, Erling wanting to keep it a surprise from you until it was finally finished.

Today was the day you were finally allowed to go into the room. Erling walked behind you, his large hand covering your eyes so you would get the whole surprise, you were in the middle of the room before Erling took his hands away from your eyes.

Your eyes adjusted to the lights around you before you got a first look, the walls painted a light grey, a giant cot sat in the room, a chair perched up in the corner of the room, facing a large window. Illuminated clouds placed neatly on the walls, a large drawer and changing table next to the cot, and another drawer set on the opposite side of the room, with teddies sat on the top of it. Your heart raced as you looked around the whole room, taking in every little detail of all of Erlings hard work. Erling stood at the door frame watching you in awe as you skimmed your fingers along the cot, watching over as you pictured your tiny daughter in there.

“Do you like it min kjære” Erling spoke softly, slowly walking into the room, joining you.

“I love it Erling, our baby is so lucky” You replied, turning your head, placing a soft and short kiss to his lips. You carried on wandering around the room, opening the drawer, a few tiny clothes folded up, your eyes landing on the city kit that you had bought. “It feels so long ago, when I showed you this” You spoke quietly, running your fingers over the blue material.

“Look how far you’ve come since you did that, I know this hasn’t been easy for you, at all, but you’re doing so well, im so proud of you Y/N, our little girl will be so lucky to have you as her mama” Your eyes pricked at his words. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with, you're the only one for me” You turned around, facing his large frame, your arms circling his waist, his own going around you, pulling you into him as much as he could.

“I can't lie to you, Erling. I'm so nervous that i won't be able to do it” You spoke into his chest. You’d had these thoughts for a few months now, however feeling stupid to share your thoughts with anyone. Erling pulled away, however his arms stayed around you, a confused look on his face. “I mean, what if i'm not good enough for her, I don't want to ruin anything, I'm so scared that i won't be able to do it, it's a lot to adjust to, and as much as i'm excited to meet our baby, it terrifies me” You spoke truthfully.

“Love, why didn't you say anything, you know that I would’ve helped you. Of course it's going to be hard, we have a whole human to look after, but I've seen you around my cousin, and he loves you, you’re amazing with him. Please min kjære, never doubt your abilities” He replied, a hand trailing up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “I love you, please talk to me about any worries you have again, darling, I don't want to see you worrying about it all” He leant forward, leaving kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and finally your lips.

By the time you knew it, you were finally at 8 months and 2 weeks. 3 weeks until your due date, and tonight was a game that you really did not want to miss. You had managed to be at all of Erling’s home games since you were pregnant, and didnt want to miss out on this one, considering you still had your 3 weeks left.

However, all day you had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Waking up early to a kick to your rib cage, you couldnt wait for this baby to be out of you. You couldn’t lie, you loved being pregnant and having the feeling of a whole human growing inside of you, however recently, you didn’t get one good night sleep, the constant aches and pains of it all, not being able to get comfy, or wear anything that looked reasonably nice. You were sick of it.

Erling had woken up to you, a frown on your face as you leant against the headboard. Your eyes shut as if you were trying to focus on anything but the pain in your body, Erling rubbed his eyes before sitting himself up next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Not long now baby” He spoke softly, his hand stroking up and down your arm. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to come to the game today if you don’t want to, I’m sure one game won’t hurt me” He spoke with a small laugh, making you smile.

“No Erling, i’ll come, it’s my last time being able to watch you for a while” You pouted, not wanting to miss out as you knew that deep down it would make Erling a bit upset that you weren’t there to cheer him on as you always did.

“Only if you’re 100% sure” He spoke, looking at you, his eyes darting around your face for any uncertainty.

“I’m sure” You spoke, your eyes meeting his, he was quick to pull you into him, sharing a soft morning kiss.

“Jack’s injured at the minute, he can come and stay with you for the game, make sure nothing happens to you, Dad and Astor can’t make it tonight” Erling explained, in which you nodded and gave him a quiet ‘thank you’ in response. You got along well with Jack, and you knew Erling was close with him too.

Erling shifted his body, kneeling by the side of you, his hand resting on your bump, getting ready for his morning ritual of talking to his baby. Throughout your whole pregnancy, Erling told his baby all about yours and his day, every single night, your baby knew her daddy’s voice, instantly moving around to listen to his voice.

“Morning baby, me and mummy can’t wait to meet you soon, only a few more weeks and we get to meet you, please be a good girl for mama tonight, keep your little feet where they should be” He smiled, his face leaning close to your belly, your baby moving around at her daddy’s voice. “Me and your beautiful mama already love you so much baby” He placed a kiss to your belly, as if he was kissing his little girl on her head.

“And I love you more beautiful mama” He spoke to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. A blush rising to your cheeks as his words made butterflies swarm your belly.

“I love you so much” You replied, resting your hand on his cheek, before pulling him into you for another kiss.

A little while later, Erling had set off for the football and you stood in the wardrobe, finding an outfit for the night. You scanned the whole room for something comfy, but something that looked nice, considering you wanted to make an effort.

By the time you were ready, Jack had pulled up to the apartment and had come to your door, you let him in, telling him you’d be 15 minutes, you left him in the living room, finding a pair of shoes.

Once you had gotten to your bedroom, that unusual feeling from the morning had returned, that same harsh pain, however in your lower stomach this time, you stood straight, holding your belly as you focused on your breathing, letting out a deep sigh as the pain dissipated after a few seconds.

You met Jack in the living room, telling him you were ready to go, locking up your door and leaving for the football.

You’d arrived in Erling’s box half an hour later, the both of you sitting inside as the players warmed up, you had stepped out earlier, Erling noticing you and Jack, waving up at you both and blowing a kiss in your direction, you smiled at his gesture before going back inside, sighing as you sat down. However, once again that pain came back again, stronger this time. Your eyes squeezed shut, making Jack look at you, confused.

“Woah, is everything okay?” He asked, his eyebrow cocking. He was quick to get up from one side of the box, joining you on your side. He knelt down by the side of your chair.

“I’m not sure, had a few pains come and go all day today” You spoke, the pain fizzling away finally.

“Does Erling know?” He asked cautiously, and sighed when you shook your head ‘No’. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell him?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I didn’t want him to worry, especially how focused he gets in the games, I don't want his head to be anywhere but this game tonight” You explained, Jack’s hand stroked your arm.

“Just let me know if they get worse, or more frequent” He spoke, looking at you. You looked at him confused. “Y/N, little miss Haaland, may want to make her arrival very soon” He carried on, and for the first time ever, Jack was actually making more sense than you ever would’ve imagined. It all clicked in your head, the pains in your lower stomach, that spread through your whole body.

Not even 10 minutes into the first half, you had gotten up from your seat, going to use the bathroom. You took yourself into the toilets, sitting yourself down, however a sudden burst of water made you panic, your heart pounding. Jack was right, she was ready to come and nothing was stopping her. The pain that followed the break of water was unimaginable, your hand gripped the edge of whatever was next to you. You were quick to get up, walking back outside, Jack looked at you, however with your pale face and a nod of your head, Jack knew what was happening.

“Shit” Jack exclaimed, getting himself up and out of the seat, taking you inside as you paced the room. “Are you going to be okay if I run down to the pitch and tell Pep to sub him off?” He asked you, his voice evident with panic, in which you nodded. Jack was quick to leave the room, heading straight for the pitch. You knew that Erling loved the game, but you seriously couldn’t do the whole giving birth on your own, you needed him there.

Meanwhile, Jack raced down to the pitch, he jogged down the tunnel, meeting Pep, who sat on his chair talking to the assistant manager. Pep looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised as he wasn’t meant to be there for that game.

“Erling needs to come off, Y/N’s waters just broke” Jack spoke, his chest heaving with the heavy breaths he was taking. Pep’s eyes widened, aiding for the referee to come over and take Erling off, he pointed to Alvarez, bringing him on for him, explaining the sudden change. Jack had left, running up back to you, not wanting to leave you alone.

Erling was angry to be subbed off so quickly, and so were the fans, all of them booing and looking confused at the early substitution, Erling’s heart racing, his mind going into overdrive with all the thoughts of what he had done wrong for Pep to take him off. He high fived Julian quickly before heading to Pep.

“What’ve I done?” Erling spoke, his voice laced with anger.

“No need to be angry Erling, it’s Y/N, her waters just broke up there” Pep spoke with a smile, pointing up to Erling’s box. Erling’s face dropped, panic evident in his eyes. “Go and welcome your baby into this world Erling, congratulations” Erling was quick to give Pep a hug. Erling was quick to run down the tunnel, into the changing rooms and changing into his tracksuit and normal shoes quicker than he had ever done, before rushing to the box.

You were sat on the chair as Erling walked in, deep in another contraction. Erlings face dropped as he saw the pain you were in. Jack sat down next to you, however as he noticed Erling, he told you that he was here now, Jack got up, giving Erling a hug, telling him that he would leave the both of you to it, Erling thanked him for looking after you.

“I’m here min kjære, how you feeling?” He spoke softly.

“Not great Erling, I’m sorry” You replied, a sad look on your face. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait until after the game”

“Oh darling, don’t worry about that at all, I’d rather be here and welcome our daughter to the world than play against Bournemouth” He laughed, making you smile. “Shall we get you to the hospital then?” He asked, helping you to get up.

“Shit, Erling, what about the hospital bags, and the car seat?” You asked, panic evident in your voice.

“Don’t worry, I put all that stuff in the boot a few days ago, just in case the little princess decided to make her entrance early and here we are” He smiled, reaching for your hand, helping you walk out of the room and down to Erling’s car.

You had arrived at the hospital not even 20 minutes later, within that time you had already had another 3 contractions. Erling’s heart dropped with every scream that you made. You had checked in and the nurses had wheeled you to a private room, setting you up in the bed. Checking how dilated you were, in another half an hour, you would be ready to start giving birth.

Erling pulled a chair up right next to the bed, his hand instantly holding onto yours, your hand would squeeze him with every contraction you had gotten. His other hand made its way to your hair, stroking it softly every now and then.

“Are you ready?” He asked you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess” You replied, turning your head to the side, your eyes met his, and they instantly softened.

“You’ve got this Y/N, and I’ve got you forevermore, nothing will ever change that, our baby is so lucky to have you, I'm so lucky to have you” He spoke, your hand gripping his as another contraction took over you.

Soon enough, the nurses had made their way back into the room, and you were dilated enough to start the process. Nerves racked your body, but the sooner it started, the sooner it would be over. Erling let out a deep sigh, your eyes met his once again, nodding to him, silently letting him know that you were indeed ready. The nurse helped you get into the position, and before you knew it, you were pushing with every contraction you got. The nurses shouting that they could see her head, your heart raced. Erling was losing all the feeling in his hand, but he really didn’t care. His face scrunched up seeing you in so much pain, he hated it.

“One final push Y/N, she’s nearly here” The nurse spoke.

“I can’t do it Erling” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, the pain too much to handle.

“Y/N, you can do it, one more push and she’s here, you’re doing so amazing my love. I’m so proud of you” He spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, he pushed the hair out of your face, and wiped away the tears from your eyes. “You’ve got this mama” He promised, in which you nodded again, getting ready for the final push.

You pushed harder than you had ever done, the pain in your body up there with the worst you had ever felt, squeezing Erling’s hand. However at the other end of the bed, you had given birth to your tiny baby. The midwife holding her in a blanket, the tiny cries from the end of the bed made your heart race. Erling watched in pure admiration, you had done it.

Within a minute, your baby had been placed on your chest, she was tiny. A soft blanket wrapped around her, keeping her warm before the midwife’s could take her to clean her up. You had delivered the placenta, and the midwife quickly took your baby off you to go get her clean.

“She is 3 weeks early Y/N, she's a bit smaller than normal babies, but it’s completely fine and everything is normal” The nurse spoke, writing her weight down.

“As long as everything’s okay with her” You spoke, still out of breath. The nurse turned to smile at you, before bringing your little baby over to you. You sat with your back against the bed. Your baby pressed against your chest, the nurse aiding you on breastfeeding, which your little girl didn’t take long to get a hold of. Erling’s eyes darted from you, to your baby.

The midwives had left the room after a short while, leaving you both to have a bit of privacy with your baby. Erling had learnt from the nurses that skin to skin contact was essential at the early stages. Once she had left the room, Erling came and sat down on the bed, just by your feet.

“Does daddy want a cuddle?” You spoke, smiling up at Erling, in which he nodded quickly, removing his shirt, ready to have the first cuddle with his daughter. You lifted your baby up, placing her on Erling’s chest. You swore you had never seen such a sight, one of Erling’s hands pretty much covered her whole body. He looked down at her with nothing but adoration for her.

“She’s perfect” He whispered, not wanting to startle the tiny baby in his hands. You moved yourself slowly to get out of the bed, letting the nurses know that you were ready to get yourself cleaned up.

Not long after, you had returned to the room after having a short shower, you found Erling still sitting on the edge of the bed, however he had moved the baby so he could cradle her in his arms.

“Have we come up with a name for her?” The nurse behind you asked. That’s when it hit you that after an hour or so, you still hadn’t come up with it. You had a few ideas in both your heads.

“Esme Haaland” You spoke, Erling’s face lighting up with his first choice name, he sent you a wide smile, in which you were quick to return.

“Welcome to the world little Esme” The nurse smiled, stepping over to Esme and stroking her cheek, before walking out of the room. Erling stood from the bed, noticing Esme asleep, he carefully put her down in the cot next to your bed. Standing over her for a minute, waiting for her to settle back. You wandered over to his side, the both of you looking down at your gorgeous daughter. Erling’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I love you” He whispered, tilting his head to look at you. “And thank you. Thank you for bringing Esme into this world, I know it’s not been easy at all, but hopefully it’s all worth it now” He carried on, leaning down to give you a long kiss.

“She’s definitely more than worth it” You smiled into the kiss before looking back down into the cot, Esme relaxing.

“Go and have a sleep love, you’ll feel better when you do, I’ll keep my eye on her” Erling spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, you yawned, walking back over to the bed, getting in slowly, Erling stepped away from the cot, leaving Esme to have a few moments of peace, he sat back down next to your bed, his eyes darting from you, who had fallen to sleep in a matter of minutes, and Esme, who was sleeping soundly. He could’ve slept for a few minutes, but he was happy watching the people who meant the whole world to him.

You had been let home the day after, the hospital checking you out as there were no issues at all. You had gotten Esme into her car seat with no problems, Erling carried her and your hospital bag all the way down to the car, he placed her seat in the back of the car, in which you went in the back too, sitting next to her.

It didn’t take long to get home, Erling driving much more carefully than you had ever seen him drive. Esme had wrapped her tiny hand around one of your fingers, your heart bursting with how small she was. Erling looked back at the both of you once he had parked the car, your face filled with the love you had for her. He had never been happier at this moment.

It was only when Erling got out of the car, that you realised you were home. Prying your finger away from her right grip, you slid out of the car as Erling took her out of the car seat, holding her to take her inside the house.

“I’ll take her to her room” Erling whispered to you once you were both inside the apartment. You thanked him quietly before locking the door behind you. You let out a deep sigh, walking into the living room, placing your bags down onto the floor. The sofa had never looked comfier, the tiredness in your body finally taking over you, however you found yourself walking in the direction of Esme’s room, stopping at the door frame as you heard Erling’s voice, a quiet one compared to the usual. The door slightly ajar, you stood next to it, listening in on what he was saying.

“You’re going to change our lives for the better, Ez, everything I do will be for you and your mama, I love you both so much. Your mum is such an amazing, beautiful woman, I’ll never repay her for bringing you into our world. She means everything to me, and I know she’s still nervous, but she’s gonna be the best mama to you” Slowly opening the door, your heart growing even more at the sight, Erling sat on the chair in the room, Esme cradled in his arms, his head turned at the sound of the door, his eyes softening as he saw you, nodding over for you to come and join him. You stepped over to him, moving one of his arms he pulled you onto his lap, moving Esme so he could hold the both of you. You got yourself comfy, one of your hands around his shoulder, your other hand going to Esme’s hand. Esme looked up at you with wide eyes, her little chubby face scrunching up as she yawned. “My girls” Erling spoke softly, tilting his head to give you a kiss.

You stayed cuddled up on the chair for a while, until Esme cried, letting you know that she was hungry. Erling stood up, letting you get yourself comfy and ready to breastfeed her. He passed her to you, she instantly started feeding from you, a smile making its way onto Erling’s face watching you adjusting to the new life of being a mother.

After she had been fed, you changed her, getting her into one of her many baby grows. She began yawning again, before drifting off to sleep, you placed her in the cot, Erling turned the baby monitor on, and the night lamps, you leant down placing a small kiss onto her forehead, before standing back straight and walking out of the bedroom, Erling walked behind you, closing the door softly. You made your own way down to your bedroom, popping the other baby monitor on your bedside table, watching as Esme slept silently. You got yourself up after a minute or so, heading to the bathroom to get yourself changed and ready for bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your baby bump, decreased in size but still there, it felt weird, 9 whole months of growing a baby, now she slept soundly in the next room. You felt bad leaving her in a room all by herself, but you knew that any movement or noise, the monitor would detect it, and you knew the times she needed to be fed and changed. There was no need for her to stay in your room. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Erling walked into the bathroom, standing behind you.

“How you feeling, love?” He asked quietly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Hm, in all honesty, happier than ever” You smiled at him through the mirror. “Of course I'm nervous, but we can do this can’t we?” Erling nodded, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a small kiss on your jaw.

“Of course we can min kjære, we’ve got this. I tell you what, you have the sleep tonight, you need it, I’ll wake up every few hours and go and see to her, I’ll make her a few bottles up and make sure she’s okay, don’t you worry about it for the next few days. You deserve a long rest darling” Erling spoke, you turned in his arms, one of your hands resting on his cheek.

“Are you sure Erling? You don’t need to, don’t you have training this week?” You asked him, not wanting him to ruin his schedule.

“Y/N, don’t worry about me at all, I’ve told Pep I won’t be in for the week, I’d much rather stay at home and look after my girls” He replied, making your face flush.

“I love you” You whispered, leaning in and giving him a long kiss, your lips molding together. Erling deepened the kiss, his tongue battling with your own in a heavy make out session, it wasn’t until you let out a moan that you knew that you couldn’t go any further with it yet. “Soon” You smirked at Erling, who gave a devious smile back at you.

“Can’t come any quicker, I’ve missed you” He smirked, and you instantly knew what he meant, you hadn’t even gotten close to having sex with each other for 2 months, longing and teasing touches was all you had. You were too exhausted every night to even do anything with him. Erling’s hands slid lower, landing on the soft flesh of your bum, squeezing your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you, so much, but a few more nights won’t kill you Erling” You laughed, kissing him again, but pulling away before he had time to react. Pulling away from his grip, Erling groaned as you wandered back into the bedroom, looking around for one of his shirts for you to sleep in. You had gotten changed and climbed into bed, finally getting yourself comfy, relaxing into the soft mattress. Until Esme started crying, you were quick to get yourself out of bed again, however Erling stopped you.

“I told you, I’ve got her.” He spoke. “Get back into bed, I’ll get her back to sleep and I’ll be right back to join you” You thanked him, before walking back over to the bed, watching on the baby monitor how Erling was so gentle with her, picking her tiny body up in his large arms, holding her close to his bare chest, it wasn’t long until she had settled again, Erling placing her back into the cot. You placed the monitor back onto the side, Erling walking back into the bedroom, he got himself changed into a pair of joggers before joining you in bed. He stretched out his arm, silently asking you to come and cuddle with him, you shuffled over to his body, cuddling into his side.

“Thank you” He whispered, looking at you as you completely relaxed.

“Hm, for what?” You looked up at him, your eyes drooping with sleep.

“For bringing Esme into our world, you’re so amazing, if there was anything I could do to repay you for the 9 months of hard work you’ve had, I’d do it in a heartbeat” He replied, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know you would” You spoke truthfully, Erling was the best person throughout your pregnancy, all of the mood swings and the pain of it all, he was there, comforting you, bringing you anything you needed. You could tell he felt bad about you doing all of the work. You never once made him feel bad for getting you pregnant. He was there every appointment and scan, he took every opportunity he could when he scored to dedicate every goal to you, even if it was just a kiss blown up to your box, or a kiss to his marriage finger, even though you weren’t married yet, you knew that he was the one for you and vice versa. He was everything and more to you. There was no one that helped you as much throughout your pregnancy, and you’d never be able to thank him enough.

Erling kept his promise, the next few days, when Esme would wake up in the night, he would be up in an instant, helping her get back to sleep. He set his alarm every few hours, getting up and feeding her, changing her nappy and getting her back to sleep. He knew that you needed all the time in the world to rest, and he was more than happy to see his daughter's wide eyes as he spoke softly to her. You and Esme meant the whole world to him, and he was happy with doing everything he could to make sure he was what you and Esme deserved.

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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Hiiii

Massive fan of that smut series concept???

I have a request for if you feel like writing it. I just saw a video of Jack saying Erling is always the longest in the shower, so I was thinking almost getting caught with Erling?

Love you xx

in and out | erling haaland + some like it hot series

☆ warnings: +18 content, minors dni. p in v, unprotected sex, swearing.

ೃ⁀➷ some like it hot series

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

☆ prompt: almost getting caught

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from all the ways your visit at the etihad stadium could’ve ended, this wasn’t on your list.

you didn’t know what was going on with him when he invited you—although it definitely felt like you had no option whatsoever— to visit him for a little personalized tour after training. it wasn’t like you hadn’t been there before; you’d visited the stadium a couple of times for matches but never been able to wander around the facilities due to the number of people present. today, you encountered what seemed like a totally different place; almost empty, the stadium was quiet except for the occasional scream or chat behind closed doors when you passed by them. erling walked next to you, chatting about the dressing room and how insanely large the showers were; he wasn’t fooling anyone, he was totally lurking you in the most private place on the stadium, where most of his teammates weren’t stepping a foot in. you noticed his wicked smile once he verified that the place was deserted. you could feel what he was trying to do, and that was because you wanted that as well.

it’s been months of fooling around, flirting, and mostly giving each other heated stares when you thought no one else was paying attention. you were just waiting for something to happen—something that could destroy or transform your relationship with erling. while you entered the dressing room and admired the row of seats, the kits hanging above the lockers and pretended to pay attention to the decoration while erling’s fingers brushed against your exposed arm, you could also feel his eyes burning holes in your whole figure due to the light sundress you insisted on wearing due to the hot weather in manchester. what a good decision.

the sexual tension wasn’t funny anymore. your skin was aching for his touch, and you didn’t know how much longer you could bear this stupid back-and-forth you two had going on. this wasn’t normal between friends.

“that’s a cute dress, y’know?” you felt his hand caress your thigh once you took a seat in his booth, his touch sending goosebumps all over your body and an electric feeling that went straight to your core while his eyes were fixated on the way the material of your dress kept going upwards with every move you made.

“i thought you might like it.” you bit your lip, following the movements of his hand as his thumb started to massage your skin, making it difficult to act like you weren’t affected by it. like you weren’t dying to open your legs and let him do whatever he wanted to you. this was the most outrageous behavior you’d ever allowed yourself to have around him.

“i don’t like it.” the side of his mouth lifted, his eyes meeting yours. “i love it. covers just enough to make me wonder…”

“wonder what?” your eyes went to his hand, which hadn’t left your thigh.

“you know what.” you felt his hand brushing against your chin, tilting your head slightly, so you looked up. “wanna see the showers?”

his eyes were telling you a completely different story. you knew that if you said “yes”, you weren’t agreeing to see the showers. it could end in a big, horrible, disaster for both of you… but did it matter at this point?

“sure…” he smirked once the word left your lips, taking your hand, guiding you to the rows of very fancy doors, each open to reveal a very wide space where four people could easily fit. he was right about them being insanely big.

no words were exchanged as you both entered the last one in the row, the door slamming shut behind erling’s back. you turned, not knowing exactly what to expect; but as soon as your eyes met again, he grabbed you by the neck, making your body clash against his as his lips looked hungrily for yours. a gasp left your mouth, grabbing handfuls of his shirt as your back touched the cold tiles of the shower once he cornered you.

his kisses were fast, messy, and desperate. they felt like he’d waited way too long for it; as far as you were concerned, you did too. you met his pace, feeling as hungry for him as he seemed to be for you. not even your wildest fantasies could’ve met the reality of kissing erling. his hands roamed through your body, staying on your ass, massaging it so good that you moaned against his mouth.

“there’s no way i’m letting you fuck me here, erling.” you whispered once the kiss finished, your voice tone not even close to being convincing. you didn’t feel very convinced about not wanting him to fuck you either .

“why not? no one’s going to notice.” your own hands were exploring his shoulders and biceps, making your mind wander to the previous times you had seen him shirtless. “you saw how empty this place is. i promise we’ll be out of here before anyone comes… how does that sound?”

“i don’t know…” while you acted like you were thinking about it, his lips caressed your neck, leaving kisses that made you bite your lip as hard as you could endure to not spur out the word “yes” in such a desperate tone.

“are you sure you don’t want to?” you could feel his hands on your legs, one of them getting dangerously close to your core. “i’ll make you feel so good…” the whisper sent shivers through your back, making your thoughts intertwine with each other until you were kissing again, unable to say no.

because, god, you wanted him to fuck you; it didn’t matter if the fucking king walked in.

his touches were soft as he raised your dress up your ass, leaving you exposed and blushing as he finally took it off your body. his eyes didn’t waste time, taking in the delicate white set you had on, his chest going up and down until he finally met your eyes.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” you didn’t know if you were this nervous from the way he was looking at you, or from the compliment that made you aware of your half-naked body. not like it mattered.

your eyes followed him, having to restrain yourself from saying something stupid once he got rid of his shirt, leaving all that incredible body on display. your eyes were inviting him to just do something, so when he finally got near, you couldn’t help but touch every inch of skin available. he was so… god.

his touched the back of your legs, effortlessly lifting you until you were seated on a little tile bench that you didn’t know was there to begin with. your eyes never left his as you felt him caressing your thighs, his fingers massaging your skin so subtly that you didn’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness as they traveled upward. just as his fingers lingered just above your core, you let out a gasp.

“can i?” hearing him ask sounded a bit ridiculous due to the situation, but you appreciated how he still cared to ask for consent even though you were two seconds from begging.

“yes…” your voice came out weird to your ears, a slight blush covering your cheeks as he took your underwear off, the feeling of the fabric against your legs made what was about to happen ten times more real. you knew you were already wet as his touch became lighter on your inner thighs, your breath coming to a halt as his fingers touched your folds, your eyes shutting as soon as his thumb brushed your clit.

“look at me…” he said suddenly, his fingers grabbing your chin to tilt your head. when you didn’t open them right away, you felt his thumb caressing the side of your jaw, squeezing just enough to make you pay attention. “look at me.”

his harsh tone made you look up at his face, which showed an expression that you just couldn’t decipher. it made him ten times more attractive; you just couldn’t look away from the intensity of his eyes or the way his jaw was clenching. your mouth fell open when you felt his finger slowly circling your entrance before sliding in painfully slow, letting you feel— and adjust— to his large digit. you wanted to hide, ashamed of the moan that left your lips once he added a second one, curling them while they went in and out, making your legs shaky by the feeling of it, making you wonder how good his dick would feel inside of you.

“feels good, baby?” he asks, a playful undertone to his question that made you smile through the pleasure he was giving you. the feeling of his thumb circling your clit and his fingers curling deep down your core made you whimper, a quick nod being the only answer he got. “told you i was going to make it worth it.”

“you’re such a cocky—” a moan interrupted your words once he added a third finger, having you gasping for air for a moment. “bastard.” you finished, closing your eyes a second time while your body adjusted to the size of his slender fingers.

it felt too good, and by the slow-burning feeling that was building up, you knew you were very close to cumming. you stared at him for a long moment before grabbing his neck, pulling him for a kiss that had both of your breathing shaky, your kisses messy as you tightened around him.

“i’m so close, oh my—” you couldn’t even finish the phrase as you felt your orgasm hit you with force, having to grab onto him as you saw stars behind your eyelids, feeling a sudden fear of being too loud for someone to hear. you felt erling’s lips traveling from your neck to your shoulder, his fingers still moving for a few seconds before he retrieved them, leaving you feeling empty and needy for more. “fuck me…” you whispered against his chest, leaving a trail of kisses until your lips were next to his ear. “now.”

your hands looked blindly for the waistband of his shorts, palming through the fabric until you felt his clothed dick hard against your palm. erling let out a shaky breath while you played with the waistband, slowly lowering it until his shaft hit the bare skin of his stomach. it was such an erotic view that you felt your mouth water a bit. then, as your hand encircled his dick, reality hit you: you didn’t have a condom with you, and you doubted that erling did either. and why was the idea of him fucking you bare so hot?

luckily you were on the pill.

“fuck…” he whispered when you started to jerk him off, enjoying how his dick seemed to get bigger— which was impressive due to him being already big. “you’re such a tease.” he laughed, grabbing your shoulders so you couldn’t have a choice but to back off, looking at him with a playful smile.

he manhandled you so well that it surprised you how much it turned you on. your back was totally glued to the wall as he grabbed your thighs, making your legs open at each side of his hips. it felt like an out of body experience, your eyes fixated on how he was adjusting himself, the tip of his cock glistening with your juices when he teased your entrance, making both of you moan lowly. as he entered you, you grabbed his arms, your nails digging into the skin, your head tilting back.

“oh go—”

“mate? are you here?” just when you were about to let out a moan— a very loud moan— you heard a voice a bit far away from where you were, but undoubtedly near enough to hear anything if you spoke up. “erling?” then you recognized the brum accent, your eyes going wide as you stared at erling.

jack was here.

“yeah?!” against whatever you believed erling would do, he fucking answered. and when you thought it couldn’t get worse, he started to bump into you as slowly as he could, making your mouth wide open, a silent moan being your only response. “what’s up?”

your shook your head, wanting him to just shut up and get jack away from the booth; but something in his eyes told you that he was about to do the exact opposite. the kinky shit.

“nothing, i just heard you had a friend over for a visit.” you couldn’t concentrate on jack’s presence, even though it was mortifying, while erling’s pace got a bit higher, his hand covering your mouth when it opened again. “heard she’s really nice.”

“oh yeah, she’s extremely nice.” erling’s smile grew bigger, making you give him a dirty look.

all of the sudden, you felt his thumb circling your clit, making you whimper despite his hand covering most of your moans, leaving the room in a weird silence while you were very sure jack was standing right behind the door. your nails kept leaving traces on erling’s skin, your mind wanting to find anything to distract you from the pleasure you were feeling. it was twisted, since there was a person about to catch you fucking with erling, but that only made the situation hotter.

“man, you’re always taking the longest time in the shower. when you get out, introduce me to that friend of yours, yeah?” you heard jack’s sigh, making you wonder if he even noticed anything weird going on. “well, see ya when you finish, princess. make sure to put on conditioner.”

“fuck you.” erling said, his eyes never leaving yours as his thrusts became faster, his fingers still stimulating you as you tightened around him.

finally, you heard the main door shut. you waited a few seconds to slap his arm, his hand still lingering on your mouth while his pace increased, leaving you breathless. he never stopped, and when he finally removed his hand and you had the opportunity to say something, you didn’t. the thing was… you couldn’t say anything because you were too stimulated to make up something coherent. all you could do was stare at him, biting your lip as hard as you could to stop the moans just in case someone else walked in, feeling wetter by the second. you couldn’t believe he was going to make you cum a second time.

“i think i was wrong about no one walking on us.” his smile let you know he wasn’t even sorry about it.

“you think?” you say with a strangled voice, moaning quietly when you felt him hitting the right spot inside of you. “asshole.”

“you sure love this asshole’s dick, don’t you?” he went back to leave kisses on your neck and collarbone, sucking on the skin so gently that you didn’t notice at first. “you feel so fucking amazing.” then he moaned right above your ear, and you absolutely lost it. you moaned too, holding on for dear life to him as your second orgasm hit you so suddenly you didn’t even become aware of it until you felt erling tensing under your touch. “fuck…”

and then you felt how he came right after you, tightening his grip around you as he gave a final thrust, going deep inside you that you felt his cum filling you up. the two of you stayed like that for a while, your breathing loud and erratic while you recovered from what just happened. you were afraid of looking up from his chest, knowing that now, when the euphoria has worn off, you have to face the fact that you just fucked erling and got almost caught. just as it all started, no words were exchanged when he finally pulled out, a quick glance being all that was needed for him to grin and for you to giggle.

“do you have something to clean your cum off me?” he laughed at that, going to the wall next to you, pulling out wet tissues and a tiny towel from a cabinet you hadn’t noticed. this place was full of surprises. you stretched out your hand, wanting to take them from him.

“let me do it.” his answer shocked you a bit, so you just nodded. his touch felt way different— more intimate—as he cleaned you, making sure you were all set before helping you get off the bench, his hands never leaving you until you put the dress on, looking around with an arched eyebrow. “what?” he asked when you kept looking.

“where’s my underwear?”

“who knows…” his mischievous tone made you look at him just in time to catch him stuffing the white lace in the pocket of his shorts.

“erling! give them to me!” you reached for his arm, only to get manhandled again, this time in a playful way that had you smiling. “that’s my underwear!”

“finders keepers, darling.” he whispered in your ear before kissing you by surprise, taking your mind away from it all.

maybe you made the right choice by following him into the showers.

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yourgirlcassy · 6 months

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I miss the imagines about erling :(

#erling haaland #erling haaland angst #erling haaland fanfic #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland imagine #manchester city #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x you #erling haaland smut #erling haaland blurb #erling håland #haaland imagine #imaginative play

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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JEALOUS LOVE

Pairing - kylian mbappe X Silver Valentine - haaland X silver Valentine (platonic!!) had to include erling cause I love him too xoxo

(because I cannot for the life of me write without a character in my head. Hence silver being born!)

Warnings // jealousy , miscommunication, arguing . Both silver and kylian being mean little bitches. Aggressiveness. Happy ending ofc. angst n’ fluff.

Word count - 11,000

Btw this is my first time posting on here. Not sure what I’m doing or if I’m doing it right . I’m a Wattpad baby so be nice lmfao

Silver often wondered what kind of hellish past life she had been living in order for her life to be such a fucking shit show lately .

She wondered if everything had gone to shit because of that time she stole her brothers expensive watch and buried it in the garden to hide the evidence , telling her upset brother that it was their dog , Draco, who had done it .

She had a feeling that her older brother hadn’t believed her then but he had simply loved her too much to call her a liar . Or at least she liked to think that was the reason why and not because of the more truthful fact that she was her fathers princess and if Julian had dared to even upset her , her father would have been furious at him.

Or perhaps karma was spinning her around on her ass because of that time she keyed someone poor blokes car after mistaking it for her cheating exes . Leaving a chocolate bar in his window and a small sorry note once she had realised what the she done . But she had also left some money for it to be fixed , so it wasn’t really that bad .

So as she stood there boredly in front of yet another reporter asking her the same stupid questions over and over again, most of them about her asshole of a teammate who apparently couldn’t keep her name out of his big fucking mouth.

She wished she had slept in instead . She would rather pay the fine that the club would hand out that deal with this bullshit for much longer .

The middle aged man in front of her was looking at her expectantly , his eyebrow raised in judgment as she flinched slightly at the loud clearing of her assistants throat to the right of her. Looking over her shoulder to see Melanie’s wide eyes as she nodded quickly over to the impatient reporter , mouthing at her to answer him.

Realising that she had perhaps spaced out for much longer than she realised , she sheepishly cocked her her head and smiled a little apologetically . A Fake smile of course because she really couldn’t give a shit to what these people had to say.

“Sorry?” She said rocking back on her feet as she looked between the reporter and the camera with a raise of her brow .

“What did you say? I wasn’t listening.” She admitted to them with a small , forced laugh.

The man sighed , used to her behaviour in interviews by now . Silver wasn’t exactly known for being a cooperative woman. Most of the time she just zoned out or chatted shit with whoever was seated next to her at the time . Unfortunately today she was alone. The reporter having caught her on her way into the training grounds .

“I asked how you felt after mbappe’s comments about you last night? Any response?” He repeated his question to the now startled looking woman.

Silver felt her fake smile drop as she let out a scoff . Seeing Melanie make a warning face out of the corner of her eye, trying to silently tell her to behave .

She pretended not to see her look and instead crossed her arms tightly over her chest with a scowl.

“What the fuck are you on about? What the hell did he say now?” She hissed out . Already feeling her blood boil just from the sound of his name being spoken to her .

It was safe to say that she and kylian didn’t exactly see eye to eye. Or boot to boot. Or ball to ball or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it.

She wasn’t exactly sure how the relationship between them had grown so sour so quickly . Kylian had been nothing but kind and friendly towards her when she first started playing in psg over two years ago now . He had been one of the first players to come see her and show her around , chatting away to her whenever he had the chance too. He had practically glued himself to her side for the first couple of months .

Silver would even have dared to call them friends . At least , she thought they were. But then summer came along and Neymar was finally fit to play full time after his injury again , she had missed playing with him. The Brazilian had even coached her when she had played in Barcelona , seeing how nervous and young she was , eager to please and determined to win. He and messi had took her under their wing and made her into the confident and untouchable player that she was today.

Now Neymar she would definitely call a friend. One of her best ones actually . He was like the older brother that she wished hers had been to her . Fun, annoying and lovable . Always had her back and so in return she had his too.

So when out of the blue kylian started to act cold and careless towards neymar , making passing comments and refusing to pass him the ball even when neymar was clearly in the better position to score . Well. Silver just couldn’t let that slide .

Seeing how upset neymar was from kylian’s treatment , the Brazilian having also thought of the young player as a friend too, well, she had confronted him about it. Cursing him out as she demanded to know where his sudden arrogant and asshole attitude had come from.

Kylian hasn’t taken her yelling at him very well , which was expected . But what she hadn’t expected was for him to start accusing her of teaming up with neymar to go against him. Claiming that she had chosen her side and stabbed him in the back .

Silver genuinely had no idea what the fuck he had been going on about and she had told Him so.

“You’re fucking crazy ky! What are you even going on about? How have I stabbed you in the back?!” She had screamed back at him, angry and so fucking confused .

Kylian had laughed coldly in her face and shook his head , kissing his teeth. “Really? You wanna play the innocent act silver? The moment that neymar comes back , it’s like I didn’t even exist! You’ve been too busy becoming his second fucking skin and it’s affecting the team!” He had unreasonably shouted back at her. Too full of jealously and rage to think straight .

Never one to back down out of a fight , silver had scoffed and lost her shit . Unable to believe what she was hearing .

“Oh fuck off!” She had bellowed , furious .

“He’s my friend and I’ve missed him! How is me hanging around him again affecting the team? Cause if I recall correctly it isn’t you that’s scored more goals this season is it? It isn’t you that’s created more opportunity’s for the guys . You need to get your head of your ass kylian! You’re being stupid!” She shot back at him. Beyond angry now.

The argument between the two of them had gone on for over an hour in the dressing room before Messi had to come in and forcefully pull them away , another player doing the same for kylian who was still cursing her out as she was hauled out of the room and into the car .

She didn’t cry until she was safe in her apartment and on her own again.

It had been awful and the following weeks that came after that big blow out between the two of them were nothing but tense and uncomfortable for everyone around them to witness . Both of the young players too stubborn and prideful to apologise to each other , instead glaring at each other from a safe distant , another player always between them to keep the peace.

Even their manager and coach had noticed there behaviour . Calling them both into the office and warning them to either sort their shit out and become friends again or leave each other alone and play like professionals .

There was no way in hell that silver was going to be the first one to break. So instead she completely turned her back on kylian and barely spoke to him since , only when she had to or when the stern eye of their coach was on them did she do so.

Instead she stuck to neymar and Lionel’s side . Teaming up with them during training and simply acting like kylian wasn’t even there . Ignoring the looks and glares that he was constantly shooting her , seeming unable to move on from it at all.

She had decided then that she no longer cared what he had to say to her or about her . She was one of the best fucking football players in the world right now, playing for the best team with some of the best teammates she had ever had . She was happy enough. She didn’t have to be friends with everyone , that wasn’t how the world works.

Sometimes in life you simply just couldn’t get along with someone no matter how hard you tried . And sometimes they would have this look on their face that made you want to smack them for no reason.

Luckily she had semi good self control. Or at least she tried to have . She didn’t smack him , even when she wanted to . Instead she simply resorted to pettily snubbing him to the media , rolling her eyes whenever his name was mentioned or simply walking away. She was only copying him after all.

Every time he talked to the media , her name was always rolling out his mouth with a mean little scowl to match it . It was apparently kylian’s favourite pass time now . To talk shit about her . To try and rile her up to get her attention on him again. Even if it was just to get them to argue . It was the only way she would look at him anymore .

The journalist cleared his throat , easily spotting the annoyed look on her pretty face from just the mention of her teammate.

“He was asked if he thought you would ever become team caption. Seeing as he had had the armband for a long time now-” he started .

Silver pursed her lips and took a deep breath to ready herself .

“-and he said and I quote ‘that you would have to earn it. That to become a caption you have to be a team player and have the teams best interest at heart. Not to only give opportunities or passes to just one or two of the players.’ What do you think about that? Any words?” He finished asking, looking at the young , now furious , player opposite him expectantly.

Silver rolled her eyes with a pissed off scoff , shaking her head angrily .

Unbelievable .

“Fucking bullshit. What opportunities has he been giving recently? The amount of times we’ve missed because he didn’t want to pass the ball is fucking ridiculous . If he wants to talk about someone not being a team player then he needs to look in the fucking mirror-!” All the media training simply left her head as her own anger took over . Seeing her assistant groan and place her face in her hands from the corner of her eye.

Silver simply didn’t give a shit. If kylian could badmouth her to the press then why shouldn’t she? He was asking for it!

She continued on, face flushing red in anger . “I mean last Saturday. That fucking penalty shot was neymar’s. We all know that ney would have shot it to the back of the net no problem. Yet no. Who pushed himself in and took it instead? Oh yeah that’s right . The same persons who missed the net by a mile off! And he wants to talk about being a team player?” She let out a humourless laugh , shaking her head again with a grin. Unamused . “Piss take!”

The reporter couldn’t help but laugh a little at the way she was theatrically swinging her arms around and huffing and puffing her way through her answer .

“So.. safe to say that you two aren’t on the friendliest of terms then?” He joked.

Silver heaved a heavy laugh, clicking her tongue. Finally relaxing again. Whatever .

“I didn’t have a problem with him. It was mbappe who started this shit. I haven’t got time for it really . It’s ridiculous.” She muttered . Taking sip from the bottle of water in her hand.

Sensing her bitterness , the reporter thankfully decided to move on to another question.

“You’re playing against city today. Excited?” He asked her.

Silver brightened at that. Smiling genuinely at the thought of the opposing team she would be playing against . She had met most of them before and had recently become close to Jack grealish , John stones and haaland after meeting them at a club while on holiday with her friends . She had spent a lot of time with them and really did enjoy their company.

She had known that the media had picked up on her and haaland’s growing friendship . She had already met him a year ago but only recently had reconnected and become friends. She knew that their was controversy surrounding their closeness , with erling being the one guy that kylian was often pitted against . The two being compared side by side , just like ronaldo and messi.

Kylian hated him. Silver hated kylian. So silver now liked haaland. It was only right . Was she being petty? Yes. Did she care? No.

Because even though she had first started hanging around haaland just to piss off kylian some more , overtime she had realised that she simply didn’t care .

She liked erling and she liked his company. The two of them got on Great and already had plans to go on another holiday together soon. He was great. And the fact that she just knew that their new friendship would just rile kylian up even more , well, that was just an added bonus.

“Hell yeah I am!” She laughed as she screwed the lid back on her water . Grinning widely .

“I can’t wait. I’ve played with some of them off field before so I already have an idea wha I’m going against. Buts it’s all good fun. Yeah .. I can’t wait.” She trailed off with a happy shrug.

The reporter grinned slyly , raising a brow at her in amusement . “You have been seen getting close to a few of the players recently . You and haaland in particular . There’s a lot of photos of the two of you in clubs and at the beach. Even if the two of you doing yoga! How did that come about?” He curiously asked her the question on everyone’s minds.

Silver snorted a laugh. Bouncing on the heel of her shoes . Shrugging again.

“I was there with a couple of my friends and he was there with his . Turns out we were staying at the hotel so we just decided to mesh together instead. It was fun. Erling is a really great guy and really funny. Fucking huge but he’s not what I expected him to be like.” She honestly said as she saw her assistant motion for her to hurry up. “I’m used to arrogant dicks . I mean haaland is one of the best right now but he hasn’t let it turn him into a grade A asshole. He’s very humble and sweet. Yeah , he’s a really good friend . I can’t wait to play with him tonight.” She concluded before stepping back and nodding at them.

Quickly making her excuses and saying her goodbyes , she let her assistant rush her into the building and out of sight .

Hearing Melanie sigh loudly , she fought back a grin. Knowing how her her little public spat would cost her . Her assistant would no doubt be doing some damage control tonight .

“What?” She acted obliviously like she had no idea what she had done.

Her friend shot her a look. Scowling at her . “Did you really have to do that? You’re meant to put up a United front , not act like two enemies stuck in a team together!” She snapped at her lightly , clicking rapidly on her phone. No doubt trying to fix this mess .

Silver just rolled her eyes , waving and smiling at people as she passed them. Heading down towards the path that lead to the changing rooms . A private one just for her . Knowing that she had to meet up with them before they would hit the field for practice .

Both teams would be warming up on the pitch at the same time and she knew all cameras would be on them. Ready to eat up any scrap of drama that would happen.

“He did it first .” She muttered childishly as she pushed her way into her changing room and quickly began pulling her kit on. Wincing as she looked at the time . She only had five minutes before they were due to be out on the pitch for warmup.

Melanie groaned at her friend , knowing that nothing she could say would make her stop. They were both too stubborn to see that they were both in the wrong. She just hoped that they wouldn’t let their petty hatred for each other seep into the game.

“Does it matter? You could be the bigger person and simply not react .” She reminded her.

Silver pulled her long hair out from under her shirt where it had gotten caught . Huffing as she leant down to tie her shoes quickly , looping them twice.

“Bigger person? I’m only five foot five. By rights .. he should be the bigger person! Not me! None of this is even remotely my fault!” She denied stubbornly.

Melanie gaped at her in disbelief . Wow the denial ran deep between those two. She thought with a sigh.

“Really? Do you didn’t hide his kit right before the match last time?” She said.

Silver refused to look at her . Pursing her lips because she had in fact hid his kit from Him and gotten him in trouble more than once. So what?

Melanie continued on “and you didn’t pop his car wheels to his new car a few months ago?”

At that. Silver frowned. Still not meeting her eyes. “He deserved that! He called me a mean little bitch with two left feet!” She muttered moodily . Tightening the band of her small shorts so they wouldn’t fall down.

Her assistant gave her a pointed look. “And what about haaland huh? You’re telling me that you didn’t start hanging out with him just because you knew it would piss of kylian?” She accused .

Silver just groaned and grabbed a black headband , shoving it through her hair to hold back the mess from her face . Realising that she had forgotten her hair tie . It would have to do for now.

Putting her hands on her hips , she tutted. “I mean … maybe a little bit . But - not anymore!” She flustered . Perhaps she wasn’t completely innocent after all. But still. He gave as good as he got.

She wasn’t the villain in this. Perhaps not the good guy either . Oh well.

“Anyways . Not if that matters now. It’s none of his business who I hang out with!” And with that she stormed out of her changing room and followed the corridor down to the pitch where she could hear the guys already warming up.

Shit. She was late . Fantastic. She thought grimly as she stepped out into the sunlight . Squinting her eyes over to her teammates as she quickly jogged over to them , catching neymar’s eye as he laughed at her frazzled state .

“There you are!” He called out laughing , getting the others attention towards the woman of the hour .

She shoved him in the shoulder , flushing a little at the attention . Laughing as he locked her head underneath his arm and started to mess up her air even more .

Messi reaching over and kicking her hip gently with his foot . A curious look on his face , smiling as he watched her try to untangle herself from neymar’s grip. Screeching at him and stomping on his feet , the Brazilian just laughing before finally letting her go.

“Puta!” She cursed at him. Trying to quickly straighten out her head as she kicked him again just cause she could .

“dónde has estado?” (Where have you been?). Messi asked her . Kicking the ball over to her . Hands on his hips as he looked at her like a expectant father would.

Silver groaned a little. Looking at him pleadingly . He had been trying to teach her Spanish for a long time now but she just couldn’t pick it up as quickly as she had French .

“I can’t ..” she complained. Still a little hungover from partying the night before . But Jack grealish had practically dragged her along .

Claiming that she just had to otherwise it would be bad luck. He was full of shit but she still went anyways . If it wasn’t for haaland who refused to drink before a match , she wasn’t sure she would have gotten home safely .

Messi shook his head at her . Catching the ball with his foot as she kicked it back towards him , before he passed it on to Neymar . Who was stood beside them watching on in amusement .

Seeing his expectant look as he refused to let her not answer in Spanish . She groaned again before racking her brain for the right translation .

“Shit ..” she breathed out kicking the ball up above her head and then kicking it with the back of her foot , over and over again.

“Er- dormí en ?” ( I slept in?) She ended up phrasing it as more of a question instead , cringing to herself .

Messi simply smiled and clapped his hands together . “Good.” He said proudly .

Neymar laughed and nudged her shoulder with his playfully . “Whose bed did you sleep in? There’s pictures of you and haaland leaving the club together .” He told her . Wiggling his brows at her like a naughty kid.

Silver rolled her eyes . Seeing kylian glare at her from across the field. She pulled a face and stuck her finger up at him.

Messi quickly reaching over to slap her hand down “silver!” He exclaimed . Unable to stop the little laugh from escaping .

She just grinned before answering Neymar . “My own thank you very much. He was a gentleman. He drove me back to the hotel . That’s it.” She told him. Evidently robbing him of the juicy gossip he wanted hear.

He pulled a disappointed face . “Boring!”

Before he could say anything else , they all looked up at the stern shout of her name from across the pitch. Seeing kylian waving her over with a annoyed look on his face .

The captain armband almost mocking her . Knowing that she had to do as he said, seeing as he was technically in charge . But she didn’t have to like it.

“Come here!” Kylian shouted again after getting a blank stare in return. His eyes glaring at her to even dare to disrespect him in front of everyone .

“Oh mon dieu . What now?” She groaned in misery before roughly bouncing the ball away from her and stomping unhappily towards him. Hearing Neymar laugh at her misery from behind her .

Kylian stood waiting for her with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Looking like he was ready to kick her ass.

Scowling down at her when she stopped in front of him. Copying his confrontational stance . Seeing a few of their players giving them wary glances . Knowing that it never went well when the two of them were in the same path as each other .

After a minute of tense silence , kylian finally cracked . Kissing his teeth angrily .

“Are you fucking serious?” Was all that he spat down at her.

He could have been pissed off about a multitude of things she had done . So she simply cocked her hip out and rose a perfectly arched brow at him bitterly.

“Depends. What about?” She muttered uncaringly as she glanced behind her to see Neymar and Messi occasionally glancing over at her in concern. Knowing that having the two young players with bad tempers together wasn’t such a good idea .

Kylian inhaled sharply through his nose , glaring down at her as he took in the slight shadows underneath her bright eyes and the state of her hair that was hanging halfway down her back.

Having seen the pictures of her in the club last night with her hair the same way, only neater and wearing the smallest dress he had ever seen in his life too.

The worst part being the way she had been cosying up to his rival, the two of them laughing and cuddling before finally leaving together in the early hours of the morning . Just the thought of her and haaland together made him want to kill someone.

Certain that she was doing this just to piss him off. She knew just how to get underneath his skin and no matter what he did or said , he could never truly get the thought of her out of his mind .

He hated her . He hated that he wanted to hate her. Hated that he couldn’t completely commit to the hatred either . He also hated himself for letting it get this far . For letting their arguing get so out of control.

But every time he even thought about apologising or reaching out. She Would do or say something that would have his blood boiling and his tongue lashing out before he could even stop himself . It was frustrating .

First Neymar being all over her and now haaland? Who the fuck was next?

“So you’re fucking haaland now to get back at me. Is that it? You’re happy with yourself?” He snapped at her . On edge and so fucking angry at the way he had let things turn out. Always saying things he didn’t mean . Not knowing why he couldn’t stop himself.

Since the first time she had arrived In their team , young and eager to be the best. All he had wanted was her attention. He had wanted to be her friend. Wanted the both of them to be the young stars of the show. And it had gone well at first.

She had been friendly and happy to go along with whatever he wanted . Always the social butterfly. But then Neymar came back from his injury and suddenly it wasn’t just the two of them anymore .

It was Neymar she ran to to celebrate with after each score . Jumping into his arms and dancing with him in a bundle of loud laughter .

It was Neymar that she got a ride home with , no longer being his passenger princess . Instead it was like he had been shoved aside and disregarded for someone better . The bond they had was unbreakable and she didn’t seem eager to let him in on it either.

So instead of simply talking to her as telling her that he felt a little left out. He had been an idiot and lashed out. Accusing her of stupid shit and insulting by saying things he didn’t even mean.

At first it had been because he was angry. Then it was because that was the only way she would look at him anymore . If he didn’t piss her off them she wouldn’t speak to him, wouldn’t even look at him.

It was pathetic , he knew that. But he couldn’t stop himself from repeating the same mistake over and over again.

Silver’s eyes narrowed at him dangerously . “I’m

Not fucking anybody. And even if I was . It’s none of your business!” She hissed at him. Resisting the urge to stomp on his foot that was in front of her. That really wouldn’t help her case.

He scoffed . “It is my business when everyone’s asking me about it and tagging me in all that shit! You know that I don’t like him! You’re doing this just to upset me!” He accused her. Taking a step closer and pointing his finger at her accusingly.

Silver slapped his hand away from her harshly , rolling her eyes at him.

“Oh yeah cause everything I do I do for you!” She dramatically drawled. “I’m friends with Erling because I like him. He’s funny and kind and doesn’t have a go at me every time I see him!” She shot back at him. Fed up with this shit already.

Kylian’s eyes widened as she listed the things she liked about haaland. Feeling his Heart drop to his stomach.

Oh fuck no. She didn’t actually like him did she? Had he pushed her towards the arms of his enemy?

“Sounds like you’re in love with him. Why don’t you start talking about how dreamy his eyes are? Ridiculous.” He muttered bitterly. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from her moodily.

She looked at him like he was insane . Pulling a face as she let out a sarcastic little laugh.

“Sounds like you are . You gaze into his dreamy eyes often kyky?” The nickname slipped out before she could stop it. Freezing slightly as his head snapped back over to hers quickly , his eyes widening in surprise .

It had been a long time since she had called him that. Lately it had been either mbappe or asshole. Or whatever other insult she could think of at the time.

“Anyways ..” she cleared her throat awkwardly when he just continued to stare at her without saying anything.

“What did you want? To talk about who I am and am not fucking?” She questioned him wanting to get this over with.

Spotting familiar blue out of the corner of her eye, she titled her head just in time to see the city players come out on their half of the pitch to warm up.

He followed her gaze and locked eyes with haaland who was kicking the ball around the cones that were laid out.

The warmth from hearing her call him kyky like old times quickly seeping from his chest. Instead he felt bitter again as he watched her eyes scan the blue to find him.

Scoffing to get her attention back on him. “You’re playing left today.” He bluntly told her. Taking a step away from her. Clenching his jaw to try and control

Himself .

At that. She quickly swung back around with wide eyes, mouth dropping open in anger . “What? Kylian! I always play right! You know I do better there!” She snapped at him. Panic flittering through her at the sudden change in plan.

She wasn’t as strong as a player with her left foot and he knew it. What was he playing at?

Kylian simply shrugged and gave her a bland look. “Well maybe if you spent last time partying with the enemy and more time practising then you’d be good at both.” He casually told her , spinning around ready to walk away.

Anger filled her veins as she watched him walk away like he hasn’t just dumped this shit on her when their match would begin in less than forty five minutes.

“You can’t be serious!” She shouted at his back furiously . “Who’s going to take my place then?!”

Kylian shot her a smug look over his shoulder “I am.”

Before Ignoring her cursing him out and instead pretending that he couldn’t hear her as he jogged over to a disapproving achraf who shook his head at him in disappointment.

“This isn’t going to get her to like you again ya know?” He muttered to him with a slight frown. Not understanding why his friend simply couldn’t put his pride away and apologise .

Kylian just huffed and lied “I don’t care.” Because he did care. He cared far too fucking much. That was the problem.

As they all lined up against their side of the wall, silver stood behind kylian as she completely ignored the little looks he kept passing her . Looking like he wanted to say something but not having the courage to. Instead she felt nothing but anger and anxiety at the sudden change of plans.

She always played on the right side. And she always scored . How the hell was she supposed to push forward and pull this off? Even Messi and Neymar had looked worried when she told them.

She honestly couldn’t believe that he could pull something like this on her without warning .

She felt sick.

She ended up catching haalands eye as he stood in line on the opposite side of the tunnel. He made a motion towards his hair as he raised an eyebrow at her. Her own eyes widening as she realising that she hadn’t gone off and found a hair tie like she was supposed to. Instead she had been too preoccupied with trying not to kill kylian for doing this to her .

“I don’t have one.” She mouthed at him in panic as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. Feeling her heart pound nervous . Christ. Why wasn’t anything going right that day?

Erling just smiled and motioned for her to come over , pulling a hair tie from his wrist and waving it at at her.

Casting a quick glance beside her to see kylian had caught the exchange between the two of them. She stepped out of line to walk over to the other team, before feeling kylian inhale sharply and reach out to grab her wrist to stop her from going any further .

“Let go of me unless you want me to drop kick you in front of everyone.” She muttered to him seriously , glaring back at him in warning . She was in no way joking about either .

He did as she said and let go. Frowning at her instead .

“What are you doing? Get back behind me.” He shot back at her firmly . Aware of all the cameras filming their every reaction .

“No. Fuck off.” She simply snapped at him before walking over to haaland and sighing .

Looking up at her giant friend , she pouted . “You won’t believe what he’s done to me now.” She mumbled to him, upset .

Letting him spin her around so that her back was to him as he gently gathered her hair in his hands , neatly piling it up on top of her head to tie it for her.

Catching jack grealish’s eye as he turned around to look at the both of them. Laughing at the sight of haaland doing her hair and Silver sulking like a child .

“Long time no see sparky!” He joked referring to her quick temper . “How’s the hangover?”

She squinted her eyes at him playfully . “I wouldn’t have one if it wasn’t for you. You peer pressuring bastard!” She exclaimed . Grinning.

Feeling haaland pat her head with his hand as he finished up the bun in her hair that was now identical to his own.

Jack just laughed “had fun though didn’t ya? Plus haaland wasn’t going to come unless you did. So win win!” He proudly claimed.

Silver just tilted her head back so it rested against erling’s shoulder . Grinning up at him as he rolled his eyes at her jokingly .

“He’s lying . I can’t stand you.” He teased as he placed his large hand over her face and shoved her away. Making her cackle as she kicked him gently in his hip. Seeing kylian glaring at them and Messi motioning for her to get back in line.

“Oh no. We’re besties now remember? Wanna play fifa tomorrow? I managed to fix the console.” She added as an after thought as she backed away. Still looking up at him.

“Get back in your own line you child!” John stones called over to her with a grin. Getting a middle finger in return as she reluctantly got back into place.

Haaland just did the okay sign with his fingers “pizza?” He mouthed at her with hopeful eyes. Both of them knowing that their trainers would kill them but neither really caring either .

“Duh.” She simply said pulling a face at him

Before feeling Messi grab her shoulders and face her towards the front of the line again before kylian could blow a fuse.

“Yes dad.” She muttered sarcastically to him , laughing as he reached out and smacked the back of her head at her cheek.

By the time the game was nearing halftime, silver was well and truly furious . Sprinting towards the goal as she spotted a clear line , making her open to shoot.

Seeing kylian on the other side with the ball, directly in her line . She felt her heart pound knowing that she had this in the bag. The others had made the mistake of spotting Messi and Neymar , completely missing her flying by them.

“Kylian! I’m open!” She screamed over to him as she frantically motioned for him to pass her the ball. Eyes flickering between the ball and the net . Seeing grealish spot her and sprint towards her to stop her.

“Come on!” She shouted at him with adrenaline , Neymar passing him and screaming at him to pass the ball to her as well.

Kylian just took one look at her and went forward , ignoring her being wide open and perfectly in line with the goal. He let pride win.

Instead he pulled his foot back and kicked as hard as he could on his own.

Silver could only watch in complete disbelief as the ball went way wide , completely missing the net as it sailed into the crowd behind .

Freezing on her spot as she panted for her breath back, catching eyes with Neymar who looked just as angry as she did. Both of them shaking their heads in disbelief .

“Are you fucking serious?!” She screamed at him as she stomped towards him ready to knock some sense into him.

Expecting this , messi quickly stepped in front of her and tried to pull her back.

Kylian was stone faced as he looked at where the ball had flown to. Completely missing his target. Feeling his heart pound in his chest.

Shit.

“I was open! Right fucking there Kylian! What is wrong with you?!” She could feel herself becoming more upset as he refused to even look at her .

And he was talking shit earlier about her not being a team player!

“Hypocrite!” She threw at him before roughly pulling her arm out of Lionel’s grip and storming away from Kylian before she did something that would get her benched .

As she passed by the blues , haaland jogged beside her . Looking down at her in concern. Her cheeks were flushed red in anger And she looked ready to kill someone.

“You okay?” He asked her . Patting her shoulder gently as they both kept their eyes on the ball again.

“No.” She huffed out shaking her head “I’ve had enough of him. If that’s how he wants to play it then fine.” She muttered before sprinting off down the field again. The anger motivating her.

A few minutes before half time and silver finally had possession of the ball, dodging both grealish and foden as she jumped around them and spotted Neymar down the end of the pitch near the right side of the goal.

Locking eyes with him she kicked it towards him before taking off down the pitch to get a clearer point of the goal. Feeling haaland follow behind her , knowing what she was about to do.

But it was too late for city as Neymar quickly kicked the ball back to her and just as haaland tried to push past her , making her trip over his ankle as they both went down on accident , she fell into her stomach just as the ball hit off the heel off her foot and she bicycled it straight into the net .

“Yes!” She screamed with glee as she quickly got up off the floor , reaching down to grab erlings hand and yank him up too.

“Bastard! Nearly had me!” She jokingly pushed at his head. Knowing he hasn’t meant to trip her.

“Sorry!” He laughed before patting her back “good job!”

She just grinned at him before sprinting over to Neymar and jumping on him, the both of them spinning around and yelling as they celebrated together .

Locking eyes with kylian who was stood in the middle of the pitch with his hands against his hips , not looking happy .

“Teamwork!” She yelled towards him with a sarcastic grin.

Before looking away as Neymar finally put her back down . Getting pats on the backs from the rest of her team . All but kylian.

As the whistle for half time was blown , silver was expected to head over to her own side of the pitch to regroup . But seeing kylian’s face wasn’t something she wanted to do.

So instead she turned away from them , ignoring neymar’s and Lionel’s confused looks . She spotted haaland and John further down heading to their own side for water .

“Hey assholes!” She yelled out as she ran towards them . Making haaland gasp im surprise as she suddenly jumped up onto his back, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she pressed the side of her cheek against his . Cheesing at them brightly .

“How you doin?” She mimicked Joey from friends. Still feeling gleeful from her own goal that she scored.

John just snorted as Jack jogged over to join them. Pinching her ankle and making her hiss like a cat towards him.

“Great until you got here.” He joked.

Haaland laughed as he hoisted her further up his back , jumping on the spot just to make her Yelp in fear as she gripped onto him tightly . Slapping the top of his head in warning.

“Ah! Behave!” She gasped as he did it again. Laughing like a devil. Titling his head up to grin at her cheekily.

“You see that attempted murder out there? Erling tried to take my ankles from my legs!” She laughed. Referencing the way they had both fallen , the size of his almost taking her out.

Jack grinned at them, erlings cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

“I tripped! It was a accident!” He exclaimed . Smiling anyways .

“Yeah , yeah. That’s what they all say. Tell that to my poor legs you giant.” She slapped at his head against for the fun of it.

“What was that anyway?” John asked curiously . Nodding over to her side of the pitch where kylian was sat alone on the bench with a scowl on his face. Achraf seemingly trying to tell him something as he stood above him like a concerned parent with his hands on his hips.

Jack nodded along with a frown. “Yeah. I mean . Why didn’t he pass you the ball? You two had a fight?” He asked . Unaware of all the drama between the two of them.

Silver just scoffed as she slid down from erlings back , leaning against his side instead as she motioned for him to pass her the bottle of water in his hand.

“We’re always fighting. It’s kylian’s way or nobody’s way. But whatever .” She trailed off with a shrug just as their manager called Jack and john over to the side .

They patted her back sympathetically before jogging off , leaving her and haaland to it.

Plopping down onto the turf below her , she spread out her legs and leant back on her hands with a huff.

Haaland copied her , stretching out his long legs so that their feet were pressed against each other . Rolling the bottle of water between their legs and over to her .

“He’s not happy.” He muttered to her with a small grin as he caught kylian glaring at him again. Something that he had been doing the whole day.

She just frowned “yeah well, neither am I. He’s being a prick . He’s put me on the left side of the field knowing fully well that I don’t do as well there.” She grumbled , taking a gulp of his water before putting the lid back on.

Erling rose a brow at her in amusement . “Yet you still scored. Can’t be that bad can you?” He said to her softly . Tapping out a beat of the drum on her legs to try and cheer her up.

At that, silver smiled . Titling her head as she realised that he was right .

Humming smugly “you right.” She nodded along , pleased. “Still.. he’s getting on my nerves. He even questioned me early . Thought that I was fucking you just to upset him. Went off on me.” She told him.

He looked shocked before a small grin broke out , looking like he just came to a realisation.

“Ah.” He nodded his head . Laughing a little in understanding . Wondering how she was so oblivious .

“He’s jealous. That’s why he’s acting out like a child who didn’t get his own way.” He told her simply .

Silver looked at him in disbelief , mouth dropping open in shock. “What? Jealous of me not fucking you? I told him that we weren’t. What?” She had no idea what he was on about .

So consumed in the thought that he hated her so much that he wanted to ruin her life that she had a hard time seeing things differently.

Haaland giggled and shook his head . “You said that he started acting off with you when Neymar came back right? Acting out when you two got close again?” He reminded her gently.

Silver just nodded with a frown. Still not getting it.

“And now he’s acting up because your getting close with me. He was jealous of you and neymar and now he’s jealous of you and me. Seems to be a bit of a theme here hmm?” He said to her . Watching the array of different emotions pass her face.

Shock. Confusion. Unease and then …

“Jealous?” She mumbled like it was a foreign term she had never heard of. “Why though? Why would he be jealous?” She questioned him as they got back to their feet . The second half of the game about to start.

Haaland just looked at her with a smile. Shaking his head with a laugh.

"Come on. You really can’t be that oblivious can you?” Was all replied before jogging off , still laughing as he did so.

Leaving silver to her bewilderment . Glancing over to kylian as he came back out on the pitch. looking like a scolded toddler that had been told off.

Shaking her head quickly to clear the confusing thoughts and muddled up feelings from her mind . She had better things to worry about. It would have to wait till later .

Haaland had scored twice and kylian looked like he was about to blow a fuse . Having been the one to try and tackle it from him , but erling was too quick and simply jumped over his body as he skidded along the pitch.

Silver grimaced a little as she watched him rub his back with a small wince before getting back to his feet and jogging back to his place .

Catching eyes with erling she gave him a thumbs up and a grin. Getting a wiggle of his brows In return as he nodded over to kylian with a pointed look.

Rolling her eyes she sighed a little before jogging over to where he was stood , looking down at his feet . Clearly upset .

“What’s going on?” She mumbled to him once she was close enough . Watching the city boys celebrate .

Kylian didn’t bother looking at her , simply scoffing. “Surprised you’re not giving your new boyfriend a celebration kiss.” He muttered bitterly. Crossing his arms over his chest and trying not to have a breakdown.

She pursed her lips as she considered what haaland had said about him being jealous . Was he right? It certainly sounded like he was . Christ . What was going on?

“My friend you mean. Like I’ve already told you but you don’t listen.” She shot back at him in annoyance .

“Why didn’t you pass me the ball?” She returned the question to him. Still angry at him.

Kylian didn’t answer . But he did look up at her, eyes scanning her face slowly making her feel a little self conscious as she cleared her throat . Looking at him pointedly.

He just exhaled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought I had it.” He lied.

“Bullshit. I would have had it and you know it. Why are you being such a dick?” She demanded to know.

Kylian shook his head with a scoff , glaring at her. “Me? What about you behaving like a asshole as well? Refusing to come over at half time and instead cuddling up with haaland on the pitch? Do you know how bad that looked? Me on my own while you cuddle with my enemy?!” He snapped at her . Knocking his shoulder against hers as he shoved past her just as the game started up again.

“Oh fuck you! You just fucked me over! Of course I didn’t want to be anywhere near you!” She spat at him as she jogged towards her spot again.

Kylian just rolled his eyes with a scowl on his face “garce!” He heard her gasp as he called her a bitch.

Glaring at him furiously “couille!” She called back at him. Dick!

Just minutes before the game was over , silver had finally gotten them a penalty kick after a particularly nasty tackle. Grinning and high-fiving neymar as she passed him to grab the ball. She had this. She never missed penalty’s .

But before she could grab the ball, kylian was beside her and had took it into his own hands instead .

“What are you doing?!” She gasped in disbelief as she looked between the ball and him in anger. No way! “This is my shot!”

He just looked down at her blankly “I’ll do it. I’m good at this.” He said to her .

Silver let out a mocking laugh , shaking her head as she tried to get the ball back from him.

“No way! You missed the last one!” She reminded him coldly . “This is mine! Give it back!” She demanded .

Kylian shoved her away , clicking his tongue as he moved the ball out of her reach. Just as neymar jogged over to see what was going on.

Frowning as he looked at the ball In kylian’s hands and the pissed off look on his best friends face.

“What are you doing? It’s silvers-” he nodded over to her in confusion. “Ah- penalty yes?”

She nodded along. Glad to have the support . “Yes it is mine ney! He won’t give it to me!” She snapped.

Neymar frowned at kylian, glaring at him.

“Pass the ball to her. Play fair.” He reminded him disapprovingly . Getting de ja vu to when the younger player did the exact same thing to him Too.

Kylian just shoved past the both of them, ignoring their words. Ignoring the looks he was getting from his teammates. He wanted to score .

He couldn’t let fucking haaland beat him.

“Fucking hell!” She swore as she through her hands up in the air and got into place . Hands trembling with anger at how he had just taken yet another chance away from her .

The arena was silent and tense as kylian lined up to shoot , taking a deep breath as nerves were visible on his face .

Silver felt her shoulders tighten as she watched him with baited breath. He ran forward and kicked .

It went over the net.

Silver couldn’t believe it . Rage flowing through her again as she shook her head in anger .

“Fucking bastard! I knew it! I knew it!” She pushed past Lionel and neymar as she stormed towards him. Done with his shit. Humiliating her and then missing like that .

“You asshole! I told you to let me do it!” She shouted at him as she shoved roughly at his shoulders . Hearing the crowd gasp and the presenters no doubt In disbelief as they watched the two of them begin to argue on the pitch.

They had never brought it into the pitch before but kylian had finally done it. She was done. Completely done with his bullshit!

Kylian stumbled back from the force of her shove but quickly gained his footing and glared back at her . “Fuck off! I don’t want to hear it!”

She laughed hysterically , unable to believe the gall he had . “You think I do? You’ve fucked me over twice . First you refuse to pass and then you take my penalty and fucking lose?! Why are you doing this?!” She snarled at him shoving him again.

This time he shoved her back. Rage taking over his features as their teammates ran over to try and separate them and get them to calm down.

“Fuck you! This is your fault! You’ve done nothing but piss me off! First neymar and now haaland! So you’ve decided to spread your legs for every player now huh? Anyone that I have a problem with is yours ?!” He shouted back.

Achraf looked at him In disbelief as he tried to pull him back .

“Hey! Hey! Shut up man! You don’t mean that!” He advised him.

Silver couldn’t believe what he was hearing . Shoving Lionel off her as she got back into kylian’s space .

“Oh yes because I fuck everyone that you have a problem with kylian! I do everything just to Piss you off! My world revolves around you doesn’t it?!” She sarcastically spat back at him , going for another shove just as the referee got to them.

“Step away from each and calm down!” He warned them seriously .

Neither of them payed him any mind. The blow up between them had been building for a long time. She just didn’t expect it to finally happen on the pitch.

Kylian blinked back the stinging in his eyes. Too angry to cry in that moment . Pointing his finger aggressively at her .

“See? You’re unreasonable! You don’t take anything seriously! You’re a backstabber! I wasn’t enough so you had to get more and more!” He made no sense . Not letting himself be dragged away.

Hearing the referee yell another warning . Still not listening to him at all.

“Me?!” She almost shrieked in disbelief “you’re the one that turned on me over night! And for what? Because you were jealous that I wasn’t giving you all my attention anymore?!” She hit the nail right on the head as she watched him wince .

Before she could lay into him some more , she spotted the yellow card being held up to both of them from the corner of her eye .

“Fucking hell!” She groaned looking at the referee with a scowl . “Are you serious?!”

Kylian didn’t even bother to look. Still glaring at silver like she was the wicked witch that had ruined his life .

“I wasn’t jealous! Why would I be jealous of you? You’re nothing!” He spat at her .

Silver felt a sharp blade of hurt slice through her then. Feeling another tug on her arm. She snatched her arm away from them again.

“You’re fucking loca!” She made a twirling motion around her head. Tears filling her eyes . “Say one thing but do another! Fucking attention whore!”

The referee blew his whistle and shouted at them to step away from each other one last time.

Kylian pulled a face . Shoving anyone who tried to pull him away off of him. Too riled up to think straight . He just saw red. Or blue should he say as he caught a glimpse of haaland watching silver in concern and neymar trying to pull her away while whispering something In her ear.

“You’re a hypocrite! You’re driving me fucking crazy!

Fuck you!” He yelled at her once last time before the referee blew his whistle again before holding up a red card in both his and silvers direction.

Immediately their team groaned and started arguing with the referee .

Silver just shook her head and shoved past them , stomping away from them all . Heading straight for the tunnel. Just wanting to get away from kylian so she could breakdown and cry in peace .

But he wouldn’t even let her have that as he raced after her . Muttering curses at her as she shoved her way into the locker room. Almost slamming the door into his face .

“Why are you doing this?! Why do you hate me so much?!” She screamed at him . Her heart pounding against her ribs as she spun around to face him, tears pooling in her eyes. So tired of arguing with him.

Kylian froze by the door as he leant his back against it. Swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat as he stared back at her glossy eyes and flustered face . The sweat making her hair cling to her neck.

She looked so upset . So unhappy . And it was all his fault.

There was nothing but a tense silence between them as they fought to catch their breaths after screaming at each other on the pitch. Silver refusing to look away from him until she got an answer .

Kylian inhaled shakily as he realised that this was it. That he either had to finally tell the truth or lose her forever .

He couldn’t keep arguing with her for no other reason that to get her attention . It wasn’t right and he was hurting the both of them by being so stupid .

But he was just so scared .

Running his hands over his face , he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to gather his thoughts . Feeling her eyes drilling holes into his head as she waited for him to speak.

This was his last chance . He knew it was.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to her quietly as he felt his lower lip tremble. Tears filling his own eyes. Ones of anger . Tears of shame and frustration. Of fear.

“I shouldn’t have took the ball off you. I should have passed it to you as well. I was being stupid and I just - I just wanted to be the one to win . Wanted to shove it in haaland’s face that I was better.” He admitted to her shamefully .

Eyes to the floor, unable to look at her as he finally told the truth.

Silver frowned “so you fucked me over for petty rivalry?” She said in disbelief .

Kylian quickly shook his head , groaning. “No, no. I just - it was like looking at you and neymar all over again. But worse! You just- I wanted to be your friend first.” Was all that helplessly came out. His words jumbled and anxious. Not knowing how to explain that he loved her so fucking much it made him do crazy things .

Silver looked at him for a long moment . Seeing the ways his face had Darkened and the way that he couldn’t meet her eyes . Sucking In a deep breath she thought about what haaland had said.

‘He’s jealous.’ Was he right?

“We we’re friends kylian . You’re the one who decided not to be anymore .” She reminded him quietly . Swallowing as she watched his face crumple , his body shaking as he held back tears.

Kylian nodded as he sniffled , rubbing his hands over his eyes to try and stop himself from crying .

“I know. I know alright? I was just - you didn’t come to me anymore . It went from being you and me everyday . To you never being around anymore. You didn’t invite me along either . Didn’t try to include me.. you just - it felt like you ditched me for someone better.” He admitted to her what had started this whole mess .

Silver felt like a bucket of guilt had been tipped over her . Stomach turning upside down because he was right. She had been so excited at the time about neymar’s arrival that she just hadn’t thought to ask him to join them while they hung out. Too busy catching up with her best friend to notice how neglectful she had been.

But he hadn’t told her either . He had simply just started being mean and acting like an asshole without giving her a second chance .

They were both wrong in this. So fucking wrong. Miss Communication really was a bitch. She thought shamefully .

“I didn’t mean to. I - I had no idea you felt this way. If I had known ..” she trailed off feeling terrible. Realising that this whole thing could have been avoided if they had simply talked to each other.

Kylian looked over to her with a sad sigh. Shaking his head once he noticed the guilt on her pretty face .

Taking in the sight of her stood in front of him with her. Messy hair and big glossy eyes. Still so fucking beautiful even after everything . He felt like such an idiot.

“No, no. How could you have known? I skipped the explanation and went straight to being a dick. I’m sorry. I was -” he struggled to admit what it was.

Silver noticed his reluctance to admit it and smiled a little .

“Jealous?” She offered him with a small giggle that made his eyes snap up to hers in amazement .

His eyes flickering between her eyes and her smiling lips . Feeling his heart skip a beat.

Damn. It had been so long since he had gotten anything other than a glare from her that he had almost forgotten what a beautiful smile and laugh she had .

Almost .

He nodded shamefully . Laughing a little. “Yeah. Okay. I was jealous. I am jealous .” He corrected himself . Pulling at his fingers anxiously as he stared back at her with a small smile.

Taking a deep breath to gather any last piece of courage he had , he spoke . “I thought that you knew . That you knew how I felt about you and had just played me along till something better came along. I thought that you - that you knew…” he trailed off . Swallowing nervously as she blinked up at him in confusion .

Frowning a little as she took a step closer to him. Reaching out to take his hand in hers when she noticed him picking at the skin around his nails, unable to stop fidgeting .

Interlocking their fingers tougher she gave his hand a comforting squeeze .

“That I knew what? I didn’t know anything kylian. That’s what made me so angry. It felt like you had just woken up one day and decided to hate me.” She told him truthfully .

Kylian’s eyes were trained down to his hand held softly in her own. Feeling the soft lines of her palm as he gently squeezed her fingers back.

“Never hated you. I loved you. That’s why it hurt so much when I thought you had ditched me.” He whispered to her . Eyes peering up from their hands to see her reaction.

And he wasn’t let down. Her pretty eyes had blown wide in shock, lips parting with a sharp inhale as she blinked up at him in disbelief .

“Shit.” She breathed out . Letting out a wet laugh as she looked up at him sadly.

“Loved? As In past tense?” She wanted to clarify before she said anything of importance .

Kylian shook his head slowly . Smiling down at her as he tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Flicking her earlobe teasingly . Unable to help himself.

“As In past and present. As in I loved you then and I still love you now. And I’ll still love you tomorrow and the day after that. No matter what you say. These feelings aren’t fading at all.” He told her honestly . Voice soft and raw. Opening himself up to her in hopes that she would see him for what he truly was.

Just another man in love.

Silver choked on a sob as she slapped at his chest tearfully “oh my god ky! Why didn’t you tell me sooner! You fucking idiot!” She wailed before throwing herself at him.

Grabbing his cheeks in both of her hands, she brought his face down to her own and kissed him like it was the last kiss she would ever give.

Caressing his jaw in her hand as she felt him press himself against her , tangling his fingers into her hair as he pulled it down from the bun haaland had done earlier .

Pettily throwing the hair tie away , somewhere she would never find it again. He’d get her new ones.

“I’m sorry . I’m sorry.” He let out a watery laugh of his own as he reluctantly pulled back from her lips. Stealing one last kiss before nudging the tip of his nose against her own. Grinning happily as his heart threatened to leave his chest in relief .

“So that means you love me too right?” He murmured hopefully as he looked into her eyes. Seeing nothing but mirrored hope and softness there for him.

She let out a giggle of disbelief and nodded her head . Letting him wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight. Burying his face into her neck as he began to cry in relief .

Months of unshared feelings finally being set free.

“I love you. I love you even though you’re such a big idiot!” She giggled as she rocked them from side to side . Running her hand gently up and down his back as he cried into her skin. Mumbling how much he loved her and how sorry he was over and over again.

“Never again.” He gasped out between choked breaths as he kissed her neck .

“I’ll be your best friend and your lover okay? You can have both in me. I will never let you down again.” He promised her there and then. And he was going to stick to it too.

He may have fucked up once but he was never going to fuck up this badly again.

He supposed he had haaland to thank after all. The thought of the blonde footballer and silver together had scared him so much that he had finally snapped.

She may have been called silver but he had got the gold. And he was never going to let her go again.

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Erling Haaland - Rosas

Sumário: S/n recebe rosas, mas não foi Erling quem mandou.

N/A: Gente, fiquei tão feliz que vocês gostaram do que eu escrevi! Quero sempre postar por aqui 💘

Era o começo da noite quando Erling chegou em casa, tirando seu tênis e deixando a bolsa de treino ali na entrada. A primeira coisa que percebeu ao adentrar sua casa foi o cheiro bom de comida caseira vindo da cozinha, o que o deixou extremamente contente quase que automaticamente, e a segunda foi o enorme jarro no centro da mesa de jantar, cheio de rosas da cor favorita de S/n. O rapaz estranhou aquilo, chegando perto para olhar as rosas, que eram muito bonitas por sinal, pois nunca tinha presenciado sua namorada comprando rosas para casa ou para si.

“Ah, você chegou!”

Erling escutou a voz de S/n e logo em seguida sentiu-se sendo abraçado fortemente. Virou o corpo e sorriu ao ver a namorada o olhando com tanto amor, a pegou no colo e se beijaram, na maioria dos dias era recebido com muito carinho, mas hoje parecia mais especial, o beijo e as carícias mais longas.

“Eu te amo.” ela disse assim que se separaram, fazendo o jogador rir um pouco, não eram acostumado com esse lado da namorada.

“O que aconteceu?” Erling perguntou desconfiado, colocando a mulher no chão.

“Obrigada, meu amor, eu amei demais!” S/n falou se aproximando das rosas, com um enorme sorriso “Nunca imaginei que você seria o tipo de namorado que manda rosas numa quarta-feira qualquer.”

O norueguês sentiu seu estômago embrulhar, olhou para a namorada e para as rosas repetidamente, percebendo o que estava acontecendo. Sentiu suas mãos começarem a tremer e suar, realmente não era o namorado que enviava rosas plena quarta-feira, pois não foi ele quem enviou estas.

“Você recebeu no trabalho?” ele disse sem se entregar, precisava investigar essa história bem antes que a namorada percebesse o que estava acontecendo.

“Sim! Fiquei morrendo de vergonha com todo mundo olhando…” a mulher continuou falando, mas Erling já não escutava mais nada, provavelmente seu rosto já estava da cor de um tomate.

“E quem entregou?” continuava a investigação.

“Ué, o entregador!” S/n disse sorrindo, ela realmente tinha adorado as rosas que outra pessoa havia lhe enviado.

“E ele falou alguma coisa?” o norueguês começou a ficar muito impaciente, mas sem querer demonstrar.

“Só que era uma entrega para mim do meu admirador secreto… Você pediu para que ele falasse isso? Achei engraçado.” S/n assistia o rapaz prestes a arrancar os próprios cabelos, caminhando lentamente de um lado para o outro, nervoso.

“Eu… De nada, meu amor! Fico feliz que tenha gostado.” o loiro disse forçando um sorriso “Mas me diz, gostou do que eu escrevi no cartão?”

“Claro!” a mulher respondeu rapidamente, sorrindo ainda mais largo “Você é perfeito.”

“Sou?” ele disse confuso, mas rapidamente fingiu entender a situação “Sim, sou… É… E o que eu escrevi exatamente?”

“Você esqueceu?” S/n perguntou soltando um riso que acabou passando despercebido pelo homem agitado na sua frente.

“Não… claro que não! É que eu entrei em contato com a floricultura semana passada e… você sabe! Sou muito ocupado! Desculpa, eu realmente esqueci o que coloquei, pode me falar? Pega o cartão para que eu veja.” ele dizia apressado.

“Não preciso pegar, decorei tudo que você escreveu.” a mulher falou sorrindo e se aproximou do seu namorado, ficando na ponta dos pés e o abraçando pelo pescoço “Você disse que nunca havia amado alguém como me ama, que tinha medo de falar isso e parecer um idiota, mas que estava disposto a enfrentar tudo e todos para me ter ao seu lado… Ah, disse também que precisava de mim para conseguir viver e que essas rosas eram só o começo de vários lembretes que eu ganharia de quanto sou amada pelo meu admirador secreto.” os dois se olhavam enquanto ela falava “Devo dizer que fiquei mais que surpresa? Rosas e um bilhete desse vindo do homem mais anti romântico do mundo?”

“Eu, anti romântico?” o rapaz disse ofendido, mas não poderia perder tempo “Qual era a floricultura? O nome do entregador? Você lembra? Esqueci de novo, mas quero continuar mandando rosas para você.”

“Hummmm… Eu não lembro, mas não tem problema, você envia de outra floricultura.”

“Pelo amor de Deus!” Haaland falou puxando uma cadeira e se sentando, escondendo seu rosto com as mãos “Vou jogar essas rosas no lixo, S/n.” ele disse se levantando rapidamente, pegando o jarro e indo em direção ao lixo.

“Que? Não!”

“Sim! Lembrei agora que sou alérgico a rosas, não sei o que se passou na minha cabeça…” inventou a primeira desculpa que passou em sua cabeça para se livrar daquele seu tormento.

“Amor, não! Eu deixo longe de você.” S/n se colocou na frente do rapaz antes que este realmente jogasse as rosas fora.

“Eu não quero essas rosas na nossa casa! Amanhã vou com você até o seu trabalho, vou te deixar na sua mesa e quero conhecer todos os homens que trabalham com você!” ele dizia quase que sem respirar.

“E o que tem tudo isso a ver com as rosas?”

“Fodam-se essas rosas horríveis!” ele estava quase chorando “Eu não sou anti romântico!”

“Ei, amor, ta tudo bem!” a mulher parou de sorrir, ficando preocupada “Me da as rosas, você vai quebrar esse jarro.”

“Que quebre, não ligo!” ele disse, mas passou o jarro para as mãos da namorada, que o levou para o mesmo lugar de antes, o centro da mesa de jantar “S/n, joga as drogas dessas rosas no lixo, por favor! Já estou todo me coçando.”

“Não vou jogar!” ela voltou a sorrir “Você não tem alergia a rosas.”

“Tenho sim, desde pequeno…” tentou se explicar, mas percebeu o sorriso da namorada mudando, se tornando travesso “Que foi?”

“Tô achando que você não é meu admirador secreto.” Erling parou de respirar por alguns segundos, se aproximando da mulher e se abaixando para olhar nos seus olhos.

“E quem você acha que poderia ser?” perguntou como se fosse nada, mas pronto para pegar a chave do seu carro e ir até a casa do desgraçado.

“Não sei… acho que várias pessoas.” S/n disse fazendo Erling fechar os olhos com força, fazendo uma careta, a mulher não se aguentou e soltou uma gargalhada.

“O que tem de engraçado, S/n? Algum filho da puta te mandou rosas plena quarta-feira e ainda disse que te amava!” o homem estava mais nervoso que nunca “Eu vou ser preso por assassinato se descobrir quem foi e você está rindo?”

“Então não foi você?” S/n disse rindo e Erling, percebendo que falou demais, negou com a cabeça e abaixou os ombros querendo chorar.

“Eu vou matar quem fez isso, vou matar!” S/n escutou o namorado falar baixinho enquanto se aproximava dele “Vou jogar esse jarro na cabeça dele…”

“Amor, desculpa! Foram meus pais enviaram essas rosas pra gente.” S/n disse o interrompendo, se sentindo culpada, mas sem conseguir parar de rir.

“Não, não foram! Você está falando isso para que eu me sinta melhor!”

“Olha aqui, meu celular ta gravando.” a mulher apontou para o celular que gravava a cena apoiado na ilha da cozinha.

S/n foi até o celular para mostrar para Erling que aquilo tudo não passava de uma pegadinha, sabia que o namorado iria estranhar aquelas rosas e então resolveu brincar com a situação. Quando voltou para a sala de jantar, encontrou Erling com o celular no ouvido conversando com alguém.

“Certo, entendi…” ele falou e a pessoa do outro lado falou algo “Liguei só para agradecer, as rosas são lindas!” S/n quis rir do namorado, alguns minutos atrás as rosas eram horríveis e ele tinha alergia, agora conversava com os sogros dizendo o quanto tinha gostado da surpresa.

“Me desculpa?” a mulher falou quando o homem ficou a encarando por alguns segundos após desligar a ligação.

“Você não ouse mostrar esse vídeo pra ninguém!” ele disse apontando para o celular e S/n riu “Quase me matou do coração.”

“Coisa mais linda todo ciumento.” os dois se abraçaram e o homem deixou vários beijos na bochecha da sua namorada “Eu pensei que você ia explodir, tava todo vermelho!”

“Acho que criei alergia a rosas.” Erling falou fazendo os dois rirem.

Sentaram para comer e o norueguês pediu para assistir o video, viu umas cinco vezes rindo da situação que S/n criou, ela poderia ser atriz, pois Haaland nunca sentiu tanta raiva e ciúmes quanto sentiu do admirador secreto inexistente. Depois foram sentar para assistir um filme juntos e S/n insistiu para que pudesse pelo menos mostrar o vídeo para as amigas, fazendo o loiro negar de imediato, mas cedendo depois de algum tempo, não queria que as pessoas rissem dele, mas não conseguia negar nada quando a namorada fazia uma carinha de pidona.

“Só suas amigas e o vídeo morre no seu celular, não passa pra ninguém.” ele pediu e a namorada concordou, contente em mostrar para as amigas como foi uma boa atriz.

Na quinta-feira ao chegar no trabalho, S/n se deparou com um enorme buquê em cima de sua mesa. Riu ao co ferir as rosas, que estavam muito cheirosas, e pegou o cartão que estava no meio.

Talvez eu seja um pouco anti romântico, mas por você faria as maiores loucuras (como matar alguém). Eu te amo pra sempre, você é a melhor coisa que me aconteceu.

P.s. Apaga o vídeo.

E.H.

#erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #haaland #haaland imagine #erling haaland x s/n #futebol #imagine futebol #erling haaland x you

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riahollywood · 1 year

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hi! 🙋🏻‍♀️ been sent over from the world of wattpad. looking forward to exploring more…

i’m ria, an unfortunate man united fan with a crush on far too many men way out of my league

big fan of the faces of:

erling haaland

jack grealish

marcus rashford

christian pulisic

kylian mbappe

jude bellingham

martin odegaard

john stones

blurbs/requests coming soon… in the meantime for any of my Erling girlies, check out my ongoing fic {warning, smut involved 👀}

flatline - an Erling Haaland fic

https://www.wattpad.com/story/335891901-flatline-•-erling-haaland

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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Erling being obsessed with reader's breasts please.

Behave

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Erling can't control his Urges while they are in public.

It's a little short but fun 🙈

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Erling and Y/N were out for dinner with their friends, catching up on the latest happenings in their lives. But Erling just couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N's chest, her shirt hugging her curves in all the right places. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts, and he couldn't help but notice the perky outline of her nipples through the fabric.

It was driving him crazy, making him want to reach out and touch her. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, in the middle of the restaurant, but he knew he had to be patient.

He tried his best to control himself, focusing on the conversation at the table. But his arm instinctively snaked around her shoulder, his hand hovering mere inches away from her right breast.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body, making his desire for her even more intense. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take a closer look.

Just then, Y/N leaned in close to him, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Behave, we're in public."

Erling huffed, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal as she pulled away and resumed the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Erling tried to focus on the conversation once again. But the thought of Y/N's breasts kept creeping into his mind, and he couldn't wait to get her home so he could finally have his way with her.

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Erling and Y/N said their goodbyes to their friends and got into the car to head home. Erling couldn't resist the urge to touch Y/N's body. He immediately unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face her. Y/N looked annoyed as she questioned his actions.

But Erling was in a world of his own, focused only on Y/N's breasts. He reached out and squeezed them firmly, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. A deep breath escaped his lips as he savored the sensation. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he admitted, his voice heavy with desire.

Y/N pushes him away, "Erling, what the hell? We were out with our friends!"

"I know, I know," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I couldn't help it. You looked so damn hot in that shirt, and I've been thinking about those nipples of yours all night."

Y/N rolls her eyes. "You're insatiable."

Erling grins. "You love it."

She shakes her head, trying to suppress a smile. "Fine, but we're still in public. You can't just grab my boobs like that."

Erling leans in, nuzzling her neck. "I know, I know. But I couldn't resist. Can't we just find somewhere quiet and... private?"

Y/N glances around, realizing that they're parked in a quiet area of the parking lot. "Okay, fine. But be quick about it. I don't want anyone to see us."

Erling grins, quickly unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over to kiss her deeply. He reaches under her shirt, pulling up her bra to expose her breasts. Y/N gasps at the sudden coolness of the air on her nipples but quickly moans as Erling takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's hard and sensitive.

He switches to the other breast, his hand moving down to her jeans. Y/N arches her back, trying to get closer to him as he slips his hand into her panties, finding her already wet and ready for him.

"Erling," she whispers, as he pushes her back into the seat, unzipping his own pants and pulling out his hard cock.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, slipping inside her and starting to move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. But soon, he's thrusting harder and faster, both of them moaning and gasping with pleasure.

Finally, they both climax together, Erling collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck.

"That was... intense," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath.

Erling grins. "You have no idea."

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maikissed · 1 year

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slow and messy

this is anyone you like type of shot, so enjoy. warnings: romantic c*ck sucking, duh(+18). probably poorly written, sorry.

Imagine a boy so infatuated with you that the slightest caress you grant him makes him intoxicated as he blush furiously and his beautiful eyes shine with an almost pleading expression. Moments of closeness like this makes his heart swell with adoration as he can’t get enough of you, of your smell, tender touch and gentle lips. You are so beautiful in his eyes that his chest feels heavy, overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his, in body, soul and mind. Your loving gaze and fond smile turns him putty in your arms and it almost drives you crazy knowing that you’re the one who makes him feel like this. You love to go slow with him, thriving in these moments filled with long deep stares, delicate passionate kisses on his mouth, his neck and chest. You mark his body with traces of your fingernails as soon as you notice his breath shallowing and his eyelids closing shut, because he is so turned on and yet powerless, utterly at your mercy. You pay attention to every little reaction he grants you and realise you’ve never known you could be so enamoured with somebody.

You were kissing him, straddling his thighs, so lost in this blissful moment when you felt his hips buck up, desperate to feel you properly. You smiled into the kiss, delighted by your boyfriends eagerness and leaned back to admire the look of his swollen lips and foggy eyes.

“Be patient” you petted his cheek softly and he hummed leaning into your palm with his eyes closed.

He was so aroused, almost feverish and the sight of his flushed expression made your heart flutter with affection.

“You are so pretty” you whispered tracing the line of his lips with your fingers.

He took your hand in his gently and pecked your fingers with butterfly kisses. You could feel his hardness poking you through the clothes and almost gave in to the need to rock against him but you wanted to focus on his pleasure entirely tonight. So you slowly got off him to slide to your knees in front of him, biting your lip nervously when you spotted the look on his face. He swallowed hard, focused on your actions and his fingers that were placed on his thighs twitched slightly as if he wanted to reach out to you. But he stayed still and you shot him a cheeky smile, putting your palms on his thighs to glide them up and rest near his crotch, but not exactly in the place where he needed your attention the most. He was still watching you intensively while you started to unbutton his pants and then slowly took them off his legs. He was left only in his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight of his hardness visibly poking through the material. You’ve never actually went down on him, as your relationship was still rather fresh, but right now just the slight thought of it made your mind hazy. You took off your shirt, exposing the black little bra you were wearing and raised your hands up to tie your hair in a loose ponytail. Your boyfriend smiled at you lazily then. You rested your hands on his knees and leaned down, maintaining the eye contact all the while. He whimpered the moment you placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on his still clothed dick and the sound turned you on even more.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked sweetly and noticed a slight twitch of his member.

He thrown his head back with a chuckle, extremely weakened by your never-ending teasing and you put your palm on his dick to stroke him gently. He jolted, chasing your touch.

“Have you ever fantasised about it?” you murmured observing his little reactions.

“So many times” he breathed looking down at you.

You bit your lower lip excited by his confession and then grabbed the elastic of his boxers to finally free him fully. He lifted his hips up so you could take the garment off easily. You licked your lips at the sight of his erection and he blushed slightly, patiently waiting for your next move. He looked so sweet and innocent, looking at you with those big begging eyes, it made your heart ache. You placed his cock in a light grip of your little hand and bend down to peck the tip with a kiss and heard him intake a sharp breath. The muscles of his stomach tensed visibly when you licked a long stripe from the bottom to top and the moment you took him inside your warm mouth fully, he grabbed the back of your head with his hand gently, running his long fingers through your hair. You hollowed your cheeks working him slowly and dared to look up to spot him still watching you through heavy lids.

“You look beautiful” he breathed, his voice weak and raspy “You’re so good, baby”

His praise encouraged you more and you went back to play with the tip of his cock again, sucking it a bit harsher and he jumped up slightly as a low moan escaped his lips. You hummed closing your eyes and then leaned back to collect more saliva in your mouth to spit on his cock before putting it in your mouth again. The sight of this filthy act elicited a low grunt from him as he thrown his head back, completely lost in the pleasure. You sped up your movements, working the base with your wet, spit covered palm. You relaxed your throat to be able to take more of him inside your mouth and focused on steady breathing through the nose. You felt the tip hitting the back of your throat and gagged slightly, gripping his thighs. The whole act was getting messier by each second and you could tell he was close to reach the climax. His sounds were getting louder, his breathing more erratic and you moaned tasting the precum on your tongue. Shortly after you felt the twitch of his cock and he came inside your mouth abruptly, making you squeeze your eyes shut, his grip on your hair tightened. You leaned back, making sure that he’s watching you swallowing his seed. A few drops went down your chin so you used your fingers to gather it and lick the digits clean. He sighed absolutely enraptured by your messy appearance, his mouth slightly ajar, panting as if he put in a full match on the pitch. You rose up to lean on the couch with your knees on either sides of his thighs and bend down placing his face in your hands.

“I’m not done with you yet” you purred roaming his neck with your fingers.

He grinned sleepily with his eyes closed and you leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

#anyone you like #anyone you like imagine #football imagine #richarlison smut #mbappe smut #erling haaland smut #joao felix imagine #mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #richarlison x reader #bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #trent alexander arnold imagine #mason mount imagine #and the rest of them tehe

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letmeapologise · 9 months

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can i request a dad!erling imagine in which him and the reader have a baby boy and he’s all over the moon with everything he does and the reader is all 🥹 because their baby is a carbon copy of erling in every way!

❝ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐟 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟎𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐋. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 "𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝😭" 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE TWO FULL DAYS, but in reality was a couple of hours, you pushed your first baby out. A baby boy. You and Erling had both decided on a name weeks, if not months, in advance; so after he had doted on you, ensuring you had a drink, food, making sure you weren’t in any pain, and anything else that you may have needed or was on your mind. He brought in the paperwork for you to sign to say you confirmed the name, Emil. It was like a switch flicked when he was born, you saw glimpses of his frown looking back and forth at him by your side and the nurse by your legs comforting and motivating you to push.

His face after he was born turned from one of concern to that of awe and admiration, the same look he would give you while fondling your pregnant stomach, but amplified tenfold more. His mouth slightly agape, in shock, you swore he was almost crying when he held him for the first time; watching his sleeping face resting on his palm, his son’s head smaller than it.

He tucked his bottom lip in, likely trying to compose himself in front of you seeing as you wouldn’t want to do anymore crying after two hours’ worth of labour. You had already held him, of course, but seeing Erling holding your son made you want to tear up even more.

You breathed in deeply, wiping your face with your hand as a nurse kindly passed you five or six tissues as you thanked her groggily, rolling one up and pressing it against your nose and face. You slipped out of the side of the hospital bed, two nurses immediately offered to help you to the bathroom but Erling waved them off politely, insisting he would, leaving the baby in a cot to be overseen by the nurses accompanying you momentarily.

“At least wanna do something,” he had said, you scoffed, laughing and teasing him. “You did do something, you helped make this baby in the first place!” he rolled his eyes and glared at you, helping you down to the toilet while he held the door shut from the outside in case you struggled with the lock.

While he held the door shut from prying eyes, he couldn’t help but stare at his newborn son, it didn’t seem real. He couldn’t believe there was a baby lying around nine feet away from him that was a combination of both himself and you. He felt as if he would wake up tomorrow and he would be gone, he just dreamed it up. He panicked for a split second, what if he hurt him? What if he couldn’t raise him properly? What if he couldn’t spend time with his son due to work?

His mind was racing with possibilities, but you lightly tapping on the door the other side woke him out of it.

The door swung open and he smiled at you. This was a team effort, and at least he wasn’t raising him alone. You, the embodiment of perfection and kindness would surely set your son off on the right path; he just wanted to help you in any way shape or form while you did so, you helping their baby while he helped his. He walked you back towards your baby, spread out in its crib, quietly cooing to itself.

“Should I get the car seat?” Erling asked you, you just nodded, sitting down next to the crib and simply watching your baby. Your baby, you could say that now. He was here. He was real. He walked back in with the car seat, adjusting it and balancing it against a chair opposite yours and gently picked up Emil, cradling him in his arms and placing him – all swaddled up in blankets, a matching hat, and complimentary nappy – as if he was a fine piece of china about to smash into a million pieces, into the car seat.

He strapped him up and then held in sideways so he remained lying down for good measure, and you both walked your way to the car, you slowly hobbling while complaining about stomach pains.

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen when we get home, yeah?” he had said, but his eyes never broke off of the baby’s, and you didn’t blame him. It was around this time that Erling started mumbling to himself about parking the car closer to the emergency room entrance, you however just laughed as Emil started kicking his legs in the air.

“He’s gonna be a footballer just like daddy,” Erling just grinned at you, not expressing the way he imagined kicking a ball about in your garden with his son. He hadn’t even considered that before, the fact that his son might continue on in his footsteps as he did with his.

You continued cooing at the baby until you finally reached the car, the cold air nipping at your cheeks and nose until they bloomed a red colour. You tightened the blankets around Emil, tucking his beanie over his ears so he doesn’t get too chilly, and then fastened him up in the passenger seat next to Erling, then you went to the back. “I’m not used to this,” you had confessed, chuckling to yourself and doing up your own seatbelt, hearing the click and soon after Erling’s.

He turned to face you in the backseat, eyes wrinkling up. “Having a baby?” he joked. “Do you have experience in that sector?” you waved him off, rolling his eyes. “Sitting in the back, not next to you. Guess I’m gonna have to get used to it,” he scoffed. “Jealous of a baby born half an hour ago?” you narrowed your eyes at him interrogatively, furrowing your brows and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Watch yourself or I’m gonna start saying some things the baby won��t wanna be hearing,” he laughed, then turned the engine on. “Don’t think he can understand anything yet, can you?” he cooed at his son, reversing out of the parking spot and checking behind him in the car mirror.

“What do you think his first word is gonna be?” you asked. “Hope it’s mama and not dada,” you added, Erling scoffed, making a turn down the road and away from the hospital. “You’re gonna have to get used to crying, Erl. You’re gonna be doing a lot of it now he’s here,” you admitted, recollecting his tearful eyes threatening to spill out and wet his cheeks earlier on.

“I know,” he murmured. “Imagine his first day of school,” you gasped. “I won’t be able to cope for the whole week, you’ll have to get me a bucket to cry into before I wave him off.” He looked at you, frowning through the car mirror. “He’s only just been born, babe. You’re still stuck changing nappies for the next three years.”

You huffed, glaring at him and jabbing an accusatory finger at him while staring at the car mirror.

“You mean you?” he met your eyes through the mirror, grinning. “I’ll be the one breastfeeding. So you better put your shift in, just ‘cause you’re doing football doesn’t mean you won’t be changing nappies and feeding him at three am. Let me have my beauty sleep, Mr. Haaland,” he laughed, mumbling something out the car window as he rolled it down just a bit, placing the smaller side of his palm against Emil’s head to check his temperature, softly pulling into the driveway and picking up Emil, still in the baby car seat, taking him into the house and creaking up the stairs – internally cursing himself as the noise threatened to wake Emil up – and placing him down in the bassinet next to yours and his shared bed.

The car seat was now left abandoned in the corner of the room, both of you huddled around your son’s crib.

That’s where he remained for the majority of the first couple of weeks, if you were being brutally honest, aside from midnight nappy runs in which Erling partook in, you just rocked him back and forth in your arms and whispered nursery rhymes to him. Baa-baa black sheep was his favourite so far, most likely due to your passionate attempts at mimicking sheep noises that he giggled and clapped his hands at. You had recorded his first laugh as Erling missed it, he returned home having watched the video grumbling to himself and persisting that he wanted to make him laugh.

Which then evolved into a challenge between you both on who could make Emil laugh the most. At his teammate’s wedding he wasn't paying attention to the procession, and kept telling you that he was sure Emil was going to laugh at him any second now, just cupping his hands over his face and exclaiming peek-a-boo in the worst possible moments. Yet he stayed adamant – he was going to laugh any second now – despite it being two or three more months of ‘any second now’ he finally laughed.

Erling practically sprinted to you while you were having a nap, shaking your shoulders. “Baby, baby. He laughed!” he repeated, you looked up at him groggily, unable to process what he was saying to you in your sleep induced state. “He laughed!” you whipped your head round, rubbing your eyes and then widening them, racing him back to your baby as he followed after you with gleaming eyes and smile lines up to his ears.

Emil on the other hand was utterly oblivious to your smiles, just throwing his blocks around and bubbling to himself. He watched as you both sat down in front of him, you resting on your knees and Erling cross-legged looking expectantly at his four month year old son. He imitated what he did earlier, grabbing a pillow from beside you and popping his head around it, Emil smiled at him with his chubby cheeks, big brown eyes batting his eyelashes at his dad, but he didn’t smile.

Erling groaned and his face dropped. “He did laugh, I believe you, babe,” you rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Hey, do you wanna go outside with dada and play football?” you nodded up and down at your son, rising back to your feet with your hands resting on your thighs. “Yeah? Go in the garden with dada?” he nodded, Erling already making his way into the garden upon hearing your suggestion, a small inflatable ball in his hand. “Dada,” Emil imitated and your mouth fell agape, eyes widened. Erling dropped the ball, snapping his neck around and running to his son, lifting him in the air and spinning him around. “I knew it! I knew it!” he laughed, you covered your mouth with your hand, his first word.

You should have been celebrating, you were, but it was dada, not mama.

He was definitely rubbing that in later, but for now you simply congratulated your son and yourself. “I said it, he said it ‘cause I said it,” you shrugged, trying to relieve yourself. “He said dada,” he beamed at you, carefully placing your son back on the floor and giving him a small hug, ruffling his hair.

“You better be celebrating this much when he says mama,” you grumbled, Erling huffed with laughter at you. You faked a frown at your son. “Why do you have to be his biggest fan? Is he your favourite parent?” you teased, gasping at your son in an attempt for him to copy you and make him imitate your facial expression.

Erling chuckled to himself, phone in hand likely texting a friend about the milestone achievement. “Go and grab the ball, Emil. Go get it!” you encouraged, grinning at him. Erling rolled the ball over as your son crawled towards it, half-slapping it and grabbing it with both hands. Erling picked him up with the ball still in his hands. “Yeah, go play football with dada. You Haaland clone,” you teased, groaning to yourself. “Carried you for nine months ‘n’ this is how you repay me!” you started chasing after Erling, both of you giggling as Emil squealed in his hands.

“I’m gonna get you!”

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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luvneymar · 1 year

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princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

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nosugarallspice · 4 months

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Hey I have an idea for a story :) could u do a Erling Haaland smut, where he is kind of shy and careful to touch y/n‘s body, because how small and sensitive she is compared to him?

Sure! // I hope you like it <3

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 385

“Is this okay?” Erling asked as he hovered over you. Both of his arms resting on the sides of your head to help support himself.

“Perfect.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him, your hands snuck up his back, pulling him down against you.”

“Y/n.” Erling warned, looking at you.

“Don’t worry,“ you whispered, cupping his face in your hands and leaning up “you won’t break me.” You giggled before kissing him, again.

—

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Erling moaned, his massive hands grabbing onto your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you.

He remembered to be gentle, taking his time with you, easing you into things. It took a few minutes for you to adjust to him but once you were comfortable, he wouldn’t let go, he was going to ruin you, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

He towered over you completely, compared to him, you were extremely tiny, but the size difference was everything to you.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmurs, his arm extending and gripping the headboard, driving deeper and harder into you.

“Yes.” You moan, staring up at him, your tiny hands resting on his lower back, digging deep.

Erling’s eyes watched, completely mesmerized by you, by the way your tits bounced with each thrust, the way your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you moan.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Erling whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck, continuing to rock his hips against yours. His hand slid down your leg, pushing it against him.

“Yeah?” You moan, arching your back, pushing your bare chest against his. Your hand now tangled in his hair tugging gently. You could feel him nodding against your skin.

“Been wanting to have you like this, for a while now.” Erling moans as his cock goes deeper inside you, the tip brushing against your sweet spot.

“Erling.” You whimper, your cunt squeezing him.

His hips began to move faster, slamming against you. The headboard slightly hitting against the wall. “I know, love.” He kisses your shoulder, rutting into you as his release approaches.

Your moans became more consistent as your orgasm took over, tightening your grip on him as you cried out his name.

Erling followed along, releasing his load deep inside you.

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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when we were 18 - eh

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

December 10, 2018

“You know what scares me a bit?” You said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that lingered in the air between Erling and you.

“What?” He whispered back, a bit sleepy after an hour of cuddling on the couch. You felt his arm squeezing you while he stumbled back to consciousness.

“The future.” You tilted your head to look at him. “Sometimes it scares me how uncertain it feels.” This confession was a very scary one to make. Even though you were still young and had all your lives ahead, doubts about what would happen to your relationship always filled your mind.

“What do you mean, elsking?” He fixed his position, propping himself on one elbow to look at your face. His eyebrows were furrowed, making his distaste obvious. “What’s uncertain about it? We’re going to make it. Together.” He said the last word with such conviction that you felt the need to cry.

It had to be obvious, because one of his hands caressed your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours as you put your hand on top of his, stroking his fingers with a light touch. You hated to bring that expression to his face, but you also needed to say what you were thinking.

“It’s just that…” You took a deep breath, wanting to keep away the knot that was forming in your throat. “Sometimes I see you, so hungry for more, so focused on your goals and your career… I don’t want to hold you back. I’m not as determined as you; what would happen if...?” You sobbed, closing your eyes to not let the tears leave your eyes. “You’re going to Austria so soon, and I… I can’t come with you.” Deep down, you were also ashamed to confess the next part. “I’m scared that you’ll want to break up because of the distance.”

You felt like such a bad girlfriend. He made it. Finally, a team bigger than Molde had signed him. He was closer and closer to every important league, and there you were, having still one more year of high school while your boyfriend was moving to another country to play football for a big team. And the worst part was that your biggest preoccupation was your relationship status and not his happiness. Why were you being so selfish?

“No! No, I would never do that. You’re my everything.” He said, brushing your tears as they fell. You felt his kisses on your forehead and temples, which made you slightly smile through the tears. “I wouldn’t let us down, not now, not ever. We’re going to be together no matter what, okay? Distance is just one sacrifice we have to make for a year. Okay?” You nodded, daring to open your eyes to look at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

July 21, 2019

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Erling, happy birthday to you!” The loud round of applause made Erling flinch as his embarrassed expression looked back at you. You knew he hated this type of thing, but you also knew his family enjoyed it, especially since he had finally come back for a tiny bit thanks to the vacations.

Your heart raced as you all gathered to watch him blow the candles, make a silent wish, and thank everyone for attending this improvised get-together. It’s been a couple of days since he made it to Norway, but you still couldn’t believe he was really here with you. All those months of quick visits, video calls, texting non-stop, nights full of crying for how much you missed him. It was all coming to an end.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.” He whispered against your neck as you leaned to hug him by the shoulders.

“I know, but your mom wanted to sing happy birthday.” You giggled, brushing a hand through his short hair. “Happy 19th birthday, baby.”

“You’re the best gift of the evening. I love you.” His eyes sparkled when you touched his cheek, and you knew that all these months were worth it.

Because he was here, with you, after all. And you loved this man so much that sometimes you felt like your heart could explode.

“And you have no idea how much I love you, Erling.”

He smiled before kissing you, leaving you breathless after his hand let go of the back of your neck. His family and friends were all scattered around the patio, so you felt free to sit on his lap and be as clingy as you wanted. You’d always loved to sit like this, with his arms around you and his hands massaging your back, just looking at each other. You felt so protected and loved.

“I need to tell you something.” He said out of nowhere, making your heart skip a bit. You knew that tone. It was the same one he used almost a year ago when he decided to move to Salzburg.

“What?” You had been together for two years, and if you’d learned anything about your boyfriend, it was that he only said a decision out loud when he was sure of it. And from the look on his face, it was something big. He had made a decision that could change his life, and he felt ready to tell you.

“I’m not staying in Salzburg for another season.” That phrase alone got your hopes up for a few seconds, only to drop them instantly into the underground. If he wasn’t staying in Austria, he was moving elsewhere.

“England?” You whispered, knowing he would understand what you were asking.

“Not yet.” His grip tightened around you. “But if it’s the country I’m thinking of… I want you to come with me.” You both stayed silent, then he took a deep breath. “Please…”

Your mind raced. You knew it would be difficult, and that perhaps it was a highly stupid decision to just drop your whole life and move countries for your boyfriend, but your heart— and mind—only thought about him. There wasn’t any way that you could spend another year (or years) apart. What would happen if you decided to study in Norway, and then there wouldn’t be time available for you to visit him? What would happen if this sudden change was the one that could finally break you both? You didn’t want to wake up one day and regret saying no.

“I will.”

Even though you still feared the future and what could come next, you knew it was worth it if it meant being with him.

August, 2019

After Erling’s proposal to move in with him for his next season, you started to plan out many things. Meanwhile, your parents, despite your own assumptions, were thrilled to know that the relationship was moving forward. They’ve loved Erling since your days as friends, so these news were excellent. You were beyond relieved, because you wouldn’t have known how to deal with your parents’ disapproval at times like this.

Since you’d finished high school and were using the well deserved free time to sort out what you wanted to do with your future, traveling around with Erling was a pleasure that you could finally allow yourself to enjoy. After his birthday party and quick visit at home, you both flew back to Austria, where he finished the season with more trophies than he had planned to win. You both stared at his cabinet, mesmerized by his Player of the Season and the Austrian championship ones shining like gold. You were so proud of him.

Sitting by the fireplace, you couldn’t help but hold him closer, knowing at heart that this was just the beginning.

“You’re going to be a star.” You turned to look at his profile. “A big one. Everyone’s going to know your name. Very soon.”

“You have too much faith in me.” He said it with hesitation, but you knew he wanted the same thing.

And you knew it wasn’t impossible. Back in May, he had scored nine goals on his own against Honduras; by this point, a lot of people knew who he was. Even if it wasn’t the biggest peak of popularity, his achievements were outstanding. It was a matter of time, but you knew it. He was going to be the best striker to ever exist.

November, 2019

“Elsking?” Erling’s voice startled you awake from your nap, noticing how it had turned dark outside. Fuck. You slept more than you’d planned. Now your boyfriend had finally arrived from his gym session, and you weren’t even fully awake to greet him.

“Oh my, I overslept.” You sat up, rubbing your eyes as Erling kissed your head. “Welcome, babe. How was everything?”

“Dortmund, Germany.” Was his response, leaving you confused and disoriented. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he meant by that.

“Germany?” You asked, still feeling too sleepy to understand. Then he kept looking at you the only way he did when he had just said something meaningful, and you knew. “Dortmund, Germany?!” This question was almost a scream. Hearing that city brought back all those times you catched him watching the Dortmund games a bit too attentively, or when he asked you to practice German “for fun”. “Borussia Dortmund?” You made the connection right away. You knew the club very well by this point. It was famous for hosting excellent players who later turned out to be worldwide stars. Dortmund was the best place for youngsters with great potential to start.

Just what Erling needed.

“That’s amazing! Erling, I’m so proud of you. That club has so much history, you’re going to be great!” You hugged him, realizing what a change— for the better—this was for his career. “It’s such a good thing for you.”

“But is this what you want?” He said instead, shocking you with the question. “Do you feel comfortable with this change?” His hands went to your face, his thumbs caressing your cheek bones. “I don’t want you to be miserable just because I decided to move to yet another country that’s not home.”

You didn’t know why Erling’s concern about your opinion surprised you. All these months, you had planned together what was next. His career and yours were intertwined. But of course, he thought you were accommodating to him.

“Baby, I’m not planning my life around yours.” You said, giving him a peck. “I know this is a very sudden change, and that maybe we’ll have to do this many times throughout the years, but I don’t mind. I love you, and my career won’t be affected if we move fifteen times in one year. I want what's best for your career. And home will always be where you are.”

“I just don’t want you to hate me if I make a decision that affects us in a negative way.”

You both were so young. And yet again, you knew this was just the beginning of your future with him.

“Being with a footballer is not an easy thing, I know that. But there won't be a day when I regret loving you and being by your side. No matter what, I’ll always support you, Erling Braut Haaland.” You noticed how he teared up a bit, and you couldn’t do anything but kiss his tears away.

Just one step more. He deserved this.

July 20, 2020

It’s been exactly one year since Erling asked you to move with him. It’s been seven months since you started your life in Dortmund. And you couldn’t be happier.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Erling followed you around the house, fighting against his training bag as you both came downstairs. “Because if you’re not, I can always call and tell them I had an emergency.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to give him a serious look that made him smirk.

“You’re not serious about missing training for me, right?” You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, knowing damn well that he wasn’t the type to lie to his coach and just miss important training. “I’m just going out alone to do some shopping, it’s not that serious!”

“But you don’t know how to drive!” He argued back, returning to follow you once you kept walking. “What if you get confused? What if you get lost on the train? What if you ran out of battery? What if—”

“Erling Braut Haaland!” You shouted, laughing when he almost collided with your body. “Go training and let me handle this!” You pointed to the front door, raising both of your eyebrows when he just stood there. “Now! Go!”

“Okay, okay!” He laughed, giving you a tiny peck before running to the door. “I love you!”

“Love you too!”

Now it was time to get ready.

July 21, 2020. Early in the morning.

Erling wasn’t the type of person to sleep in. Never, since he was around ten years old, did he sleep past eight a.m. Only when he started dating you, his days off become something he looked forward to, learning to enjoy sleeping in just because he got to be next to you. That’s why it amused him that, when he finally woke up early that morning, partly because his own body was used to it, he noticed your body missing from your side of the bed. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes still closed, as his hand roamed through the bed. Yep, you weren’t there.

“Elsking?!” He called, his voice sounding raspier and lower than usual. You didn’t reply, so he opted to look for you. “Babe?” Just as he began to sit in bed, you appeared in the door frame, your smile bigger than ever as your hands carried a tray. “What’s this?” His smile matched yours, not daring to move as you came closer to the bed.

“Happy 20th birthday to the love of my life!” This time, you didn’t sang happy birthday. Instead, you left the tray full of fruit and pancakes on his lap. This was one of those rare days where he could eat whatever he wanted, and your pancakes were his favorites. “I hope you like them.”

Erling’s eyes locked on the food displayed on the tray; his head low as he picked up the fork, starting to pinch bits of everything for the first bite. You bit your lip, sitting close to him. Only when the fork didn’t reach his face, did you notice his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Honey?” You said, caressing his bare skin as he continued to look down. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s just that…” He sniffed, finally picking up the fork and eating the first bite. “I love your food so much.” His mouth was full, but you still found his words endearing. “And I love you so much. Thank you.”

You didn’t want to laugh, but you did anyway because he was so adorable. You kissed his cheeks, wiping his tears as he kept eating his birthday breakfast.

“What do you want to do today?” You said once the tray was empty, sipping the cup of juice since Erling insisted on sharing something. “I know you are tired, so I didn’t plan anything fancy.”

Actually, you did. Just not the usual fancy stuff your families were used to. Back at home, there was always a party, a reunion, a big important thing where almost every single Haaland relative would visit to celebrate him. It was like that for every single sibling; you knew that even if he loved his family, he also loved his space. So when you finally were alone and, sadly, apart from the traditions, you thought about giving him an experience that was to his liking.

“I want to be with you.” He simply said, making you smile for the hundredth time in the day.

“Don’t you want to go out with your friends? Have a little get together?”

He shook his head. He was a shy person, and you knew it was hard to make friends on the new team, but despite that, they all wanted to wish him a happy birthday and even asked you if you were planning a surprise party. Maybe next year, when your boyfriend feels more comfortable, you will take upon the idea and throw him a big party.

But for now, it’s only the two of you.

“Then get ready; I have a little plan.”

The day was beautiful. Germany was full of life, the sun shining as you both left the apartment, ready to go on an adventure. You had planned this for a couple of weeks, so when you asked him to wear a nice shirt to match your sundress, his eyes flickered with suspicion. You stayed silent even when he tried to bribe you for some information. When you finally arrived at the place and shyly gave him directions from the passenger seat did his mouth fell open.

“Elksing… How…?”

“Secret.” You smiled, your eyes going from the little table by the lake to his face.

As you asked from the company, they had built and arranged a private place by their property where you both could accommodate yourselves without the need for their personnel to assist. You wanted it as private as possible, and as you walked down the path, the tent covering you both from the sun, you knew it was perfect. He held your hand even when you took a seat, facing each other. The table had tiny plates with fresh appetizers and a cold bottle of champagne.

“Do you like it?” You whispered from across the table, attentive to his expressions as he took in the whole decoration.

They were a bit silly, but you still wanted to tease him. There were tiny golden boots, Bundesliga trophies, and much more hanging from the ceiling, making him giggle.

“It couldn’t be more perfect.” He said as he took out his phone, starting to snap photos of everything, including you. “You’re perfect.”

May 13th, 2021

Winners of the DFB Pokal. You watched it all unfold from your seat on the sofa, covering your mouth to stop the tears full of pride that wanted to come out. You knew it. You knew he could make it.

So far, not even one expectation you had for your boyfriend has come with disappointment.

He was a star. And the world was there to see.

Two goals on your boyfriend’s behalf, which looked so easily made even though he was just recovering from an injury, were the final touch for their victory; you felt a sudden sadness for not being able to be there, for not being able to hug him and tell him how proud you were right there and then. No one was allowed to. The pandemic was an obscure phase in your lives, where you couldn’t go out at all, and if it weren’t for Erling, the experience of studying remotely by yourself would be a lot more depressing.

You couldn’t wait for him to get home.

But, being realistic, you wouldn’t see him for at least a day more. Between the hours of traveling from Berlin to Dortmund, and the fact that he was going to celebrate with his teammates, chances were indicating that your boyfriend would be arriving tomorrow night.

With a sigh, you stared at the screen again, where you could see all the Borussia guys fooling around, their screams of happiness perfectly clear as the stadium was empty. You could even make out Erling’s, Jude’s, and Gio’s voices between the loud noises. With a smile, you stayed until the transmission was over and the screen became black.

Looking around, you felt lonelier than ever inside the apartment. You’d been without your boyfriend’s company for two days, and even if you were used to it by this point, knowing that you couldn’t do anything to change it made it worse.

“That’s okay.” You whispered to yourself, wanting to fill the apartment’s silence. “I’ll just call him.”

You waited a good ten minutes before even trying to call. You didn’t expect him to answer, but at the third ring, you were greeted with muffled voices, harsh noises, and your boyfriend’s laugh.

“Elksing?!” He screamed at the phone, sounding happier than ever. Adorable. “Did you see us? Did you see me?”

“I did! I’m so proud of you, baby! I can’t believe it’s finally yours. Please, take photos for me! I want to see it all!”

“Of course I will!” Then the muffled voices became clearer; they were screaming Erling’s name. “Gotta go, honey. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can! I love you!”

“Love you too!” You said before the line went silent. With a sigh, you looked around. “Well, time to read.”

May 14th, late at night

You first thought it was part of your dreams, but as the noises became louder, startling you into consciousness, you figured someone had just broken in. Sitting in bed, you listened carefully as you reached for your phone, thinking about a whole lot of horrible things that could happen if you didn’t react fast enough.

The bedroom door slammed open, making you scream. Then the person at the door screamed as well, and you noticed that the tall figure seemed very familiar.

“Erling?!” You shouted, placing one hand above your heart as your boyfriend stumbled a bit while making his way to your side of the bed.

“Baby! Sorry if I scared you. I thought you knew I was coming home!”

His words came out slurry, and then it clicked.

“Oh my god.” You laughed, making space for him to sit beside you. “You’re wasted, honey.”

“Me?!” He scoffed, offended by your very good assumption. “I’m fineeee.”

“Right.” You giggled, glancing at his clothes, which were all Dortmund related. “Wanna sleep, or do you want water?”

“Nope. I wanna cuddle with my girl.” He pushed himself further into the bed, practically making you slide back into your back. “I missed you so much.” Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he made himself comfortable on top of you, snuggling until he was practically using you as a pillow.

“I missed you too.” Taking your hands to his now longer hair, you started massaging his scalp. “You did so well. I knew you would win.”

“I always thought about you while being up there.” His voice reverberated in your chest as he quietly spoke, his lips skimming your skin. “About how I had to make it for you. I hope you know those two goals were dedicated to you. And only you.”

Your heart skipped a bit; still caressing his head and neck, you kissed him multiple times on the forehead. No words were needed between the two while you fell asleep together, hugging each other closely until the next morning.

July 21, 2021

“Hello, hello, Mrs. Haaland.” Jude’s voice whispered behind you as you made the final touches to Erling’s dinner table.

A smirk crept to your lips as you eyed the person who turned out to be your boyfriend’s best friend in Dortmund. Jude, although a teenager, was tall and full of the confidence of someone who was used to being liked by everyone. You weren’t the exception. The midfielder was an adorable guy, and you liked him for all the times he supported Erling, especially when you weren’t able to do so.

“Hey, Jude.” You smiled back, noticing how he was the first one to arrive. “You’re early!”

“I couldn’t miss that prick getting surprised by a bunch of people for anything in the world.” He replied, eyeing the table full of gifts and balloons. “You’re always outdoing yourself, huh.” His playful smirk made you giggle as you finally left the table alone, giving him a glance.

“I try my best. Now, seeing that you’re in such a good mood, put this on.” You grabbed one birthday cap from the decoration, handing it to him.

“Sorry, miss, but I’m not trying to ruin my hair with that.”

Then Alfie, Astor and Gabrielle entered the room, carrying even more gifts, each wearing that silly hat Jude refused to wear. You eyed Jude again, knowing there wasn’t a chance for him to escape his fate.

“God, okay. Give me that.”

“Hello, sister-in-law.” Gabrielle greeted, hugging you as close as her pregnant belly allowed. “Hello, Judey.”

“Hey, Gab.” You both said, Jude leaving shortly after, apparently being too shy to actually stick around and chat. “Look at you, my precious baby is growing so fast.” You rubbed her belly, feeling a burst of excitement every time you remembered that a little nephew was on his way. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“He can’t wait to meet you.” She hugged you, making her smile contagious.

As the minutes passed, more guests started to come, which was exciting. You knew Erling wasn’t too eager to be surprised or have big birthday parties, but you knew he would appreciate the gesture if he saw all of his teammates and family. Even you, who he thought was back at home for work. Like you could ever allow yourself to miss his birthday.

After ten minutes, you had everyone wearing a hat, some willingly, others just hesitantly, giving you stares from time to time that made Gabrielle laugh.

“Alright! We better be very careful not to make any noise. He’s about to arrive!” You shouted, asking the restaurant’s staff to please turn off the lights.

You all squatted behind the furniture, waiting until the curtains started to open, Erling’s figure briefly illuminated by outside’s light before the room came back to life, and shouts of “surprise” startled him. You all clapped as he smiled, shocked by the amount of people. You stepped forward, catching his eye while he stood there, surprised before he shouted “baby!”, hugging you so tight you had trouble breathing. Your feet left the floor, his strong hands held you as he whispered against your neck.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Once he left you back on the floor, you held his face, not caring for the people watching. “I thought you were at home, working.”

“And you believed me? Bold of you to assume I’ll ever miss your birthday.” You pecked him, enjoying how he still seemed beyond startled to see you right in front of him.

“You’re so annoying.” He giggled, hugging you again before actually greeting everyone else.

The evening was exactly what you expected: everyone laughing, Erling getting excited by the gifts, and shy every time someone filmed him. You all got drunk (making sure Jude stayed in line and only drank one glass of champagne), and at the end of the night, the Polaroid cameras you bought were the greatest idea ever.

Everyone got to keep some, but after the party, when you were returning alone to the apartment, you started to go through the bag full of photos you got. There were blurry ones, or others where Erling didn’t appear at all. But then you found them.

The photo was clear, with the flash making the decoration all shine around you. You were sitting on Erling’s lap, hugging his neck as he kissed your cheek. You had the biggest smile on your face, both of your party hats inclined to the left. You grabbed it, separating it from the rest and putting it in your purse.

“Thank you for today.” Erling’s voice took you out of the trance, making you stare at him. His face was slightly red, his eyes half-shut. “You’re the light of my life.”

“Thank you for being with me for another year. I love you.”

And if you kissed a bit too long for the driver’s liking, you could always blame the alcohol.

September 23, 2021

“He ruptured his thigh muscle, honey. I don’t think he’ll be able to perform for a while.”

“How long?” You asked, having flashbacks of Erling’s first serious injury, where he had to hold back and just rest if he wanted to be in top form for future games. It drove him crazy.

“At least a month; maybe less if he behaves himself.” The physio replied, glancing back to the room where Erling was huffing, looking at the ceiling as another physio continued his examination. “I gotta ask you a favor. Please, don’t let his ego take over and make him do something stupid, okay?” You nodded, your eyes still glued on your boyfriend’s figure. “We need him. And he’s a fantastic player, we can’t let him destroy his career.”

“I’ll make sure of it. Thank you, doc.” He nodded, going back into the recovery room.

You signed, pacing back and forth while Erling’s examination was done. You couldn’t believe it, not even after you saw the injury happening. It was like a nightmare all over again.

“Baby?” His voice startled you. You didn’t see him getting out of the room. You smiled, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he was already feeling.

“My love.” You hugged him, sighing when he held you closer, taking a deep breath. “Everything’s gonna be alright, okay? You just need to rest and then you’re going to be back on the pitch before you know it.”

“I hate this.” He said, still hugging you.

“I know.” Was your only reply, knowing how bad it was for him.

There was nothing he hated more than being away from the pitch at times where he was needed.

October 21, 2021

“Again?” You asked in shock, receiving the physio’s news like a bucket of freezing water that had been suddenly poured on you. “It’s been less than a month!” You wanted to cry. Of course this would happen.

“Actually, it’s been ten days since his recovery.” The doctor’s tone indicated everything but good news. You knew it was bad, you knew it. “He came back too soon.”

“I know. I know. I tried to tell him that—”

“This isn’t your fault, dear. I know I told you to look out for him, but it’s not your responsibility if he chooses to be a bad patient.” The man rubbed his forehead. “Look, I know this isn’t the best thing ever, but I’ll have to give him a longer recovery time or we’ll damage his body to a point of no return. You get me?”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make him follow the instructions.” You didn’t know what else to say.

You were worried sick, but nothing else was in your power to make this change or go away. You always expected the next injury to be the last, but nothing worked. Sometimes, you wanted him to see the real danger in going back to the pitch way before it was prudent.

“You’re going to destroy your body if you don’t pay attention to it, Erling.” You didn’t want to sound harsh, but you didn’t want this to become a regular thing.

“I know what I’m doing, elskling.” His harsh tone surprised you, but you let it pass.

The last thing you wanted was to stress him out or argue over something that wasn’t going to change.

“I missed three games last time. God knows how many fucking more I’m going to miss this time.”

Oh, he was mad.

“Let’s just hope for the best, okay?” You grabbed his hand, walking side by side as you moved to the parking lot.

His thumb brushed your hand, a little smile lingering on his lips as you kissed his arm.

“I’ll think of this as an opportunity to have a little vacation with you, elsking.” Those words alone seemed to cheer him up.

Let this be his last injury, please.

December 2021

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Gabrielle shouted, walking around with such energy that you couldn’t believe she had a baby four months ago. Everyone kept an eye on her in case she wanted to lift something heavy or do an outrageous thing just because she was feeling fine. Especially on Christmas while she was around her younger siblings.

“Merry Christmas!” You all replied, lifting the non-alcoholic beers she made you all drink out of respect.

Erling giggled when his sister sat next to her husband, chatting about God knows what while eyeing his drink, knowing she was making sure he wasn’t drinking anything out of line. You snuggled a bit more into your boyfriend’s arms, watching his little sisters run around Astor and his girlfriend, who seemed to have a gift with kids.

“She’s so patient with them. I need that type of self-control.” You said, knowing you weren’t mentally ready to babysit the twins for more than a day.

“Well, you’re pretty patient with this little guy right here.” His finger caressed his nephew’s cheek, who was asleep in your arms. “You’re pretty good with kids, y’know.” He gave you the look he had been giving you every time you held the baby. “And you look so gorgeous holding one.”

“Whatever you’re thinking, no.” You giggled, not wanting to wake up the little angel you were holding. “Not yet, at least.” You whispered, biting your lip.

“I’ll take that as a promise for later, elsking.” He said, giving his drink a sip.

This damn man.

January, 2022

“He can’t go on like this, he rather rests or he’ll ruin his body. He had serious injuries in a short period of time, we can’t risk it.” You listened to the physio’s words with a deep frown, knowing very well he was right.

This was Erling’s call to stop. And you’ll make him before something terrible happens.

“You know what I’m about to say, right?” You asked once you were inside the car, away from any spying eyes.

You really wanted this to go away without a discussion, but you had been there, with your opinions buried deep down as Erling recovered and came straight back to games at full time. You wouldn’t let that happen again.

He signed, still looking out the window. He was avoiding your gaze.

“I know.”

“You need to take this seriously. Three injuries in less than a year? Do you think it’s normal?” When he didn’t answer, you kept going. “I won’t let you ruin your body or your chances to make your career as big as you want just because you won’t let the team down.” You parked in front of the apartment, the both of you sitting in silence for a few minutes.

“They need me, elsking.”

“Yeah? And what about your health?” You turned to face him, wanting him to understand. “What would happen if you injure yourself beyond recovery? What would happen if you can’t perform like you used to because of your ego?”

“That’s not—”

“Or you recover, exercise, and rest like you need to, or I’ll go back home. Because I won’t sit around to watch my boyfriend destroy himself.” His eyes became wide open, a hint of hurt in them. It sucked to be causing it, but it was necessary. “And yes, it’s an ultimatum.” You got out of the car before he had anything else to say, not wanting to let your guard down.

Later that night…

“You aren’t serious, right?” His voice whispered against your shoulder as he came into bed, lifting the covers just enough to fit. You stayed silent as he held you, hugging you from behind until you were engulfed by his body. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you.” You said, resting your head on his bicep. “I just… I can’t stand to see you rush onto the pitch before the injury heals again. I know you love your team, but I can’t pretend I’m okay with it. You’re hurting yourself, Erling..”

The room was obscure and silent, the perfect time to really let out your thoughts. It reminded you of that time years ago when you confessed how scared you were of the future.

“And if you insist on doing it, then I won’t be next to you. At least not until you come to your senses and start taking the injuries seriously.” You continued. “Tell me you understand why I said what I said back in the car.”

“I do… Look,I know I fucked up the last two times. I just… can’t stand the thought of letting my team down. But, again, I wasn’t doing the right thing if I was just thinking about them and not me… Or us.” He breathed out, kissing your skin. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn.”

“I’m sorry for implying that I’ll leave you.” You laughed, feeling guilty again. “I just wanted to get a reaction out of you. To shake you a bit.”

“That’s okay, I needed it.” He paused. “You still love me, right?”

“Of course I love you, don’t be silly.” You giggled, turning around to kiss him.

May 14th, 2022

It was time to say goodbye to Germany. It was time to say goodbye to Dortmund.

You couldn’t stop tearing up from time to time during the day as you two got ready for his last matchday in Dortmund. The sight of the black and yellow shirt filled your heart with sadness as you put it on, peeking at the number nine embroidered on the back.

“I’m gonna miss this apartment.” You whispered, looking at the empty spaces your things had left behind. Everything was on its way to England.

Manchester, England, to be more specific.

“Me too.” Your boyfriend said next to you. “And I’m going to miss you in yellow and black. It suits you so well.”

“Me? What about you?” You smiled, hugging his waist. “We had good times here.” His eyebrows wiggled a bit at that, making you scoff a bit. “You’re so disgusting,”

“You don’t seem to mind when I—”

“Guys, are you ready?” Gabrielle entered the room, her little son wiggling in her arms as he tried to talk, but only a few infant sounds came out. “He’s so excited; look at his little clothes.”

“You look adorable, bubba!” You said, taking him from her arms. “Who’s my handsome boy? Look at Dortmund’s best player.”

“Hey, I think you’re meaning to say that to me.” Erling said behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to take a better look at his nephew’s face. “You better stay away from your aunt, little bud. She’s mine.”

“Oh, stop it.” You said, noticing how the baby just giggled at Erling’s words. “Very mature, uncle Erling.”

“I know; that’s what you love the most about me.” You smirked, not wanting to admit it. “That’s fine, I don’t need you to say a word to know I’m right.”

“Very well, lovebirds. We better get going or Erling will be late.” Alfie appeared at the door, smiling at the sight of his grandson. “Isn’t he adorable?”

You all nodded, enamored by the little baby. The twins came running, asking how long it would take to be at the game. They loved football.

“Alright, alright! Let’s go, everybody to the cars!”

Erling and you went to the car by yourselves, enjoying the silence as he drove around the city one last time, making you remember all the little dates and sweet times you lived there next to him. You will really miss this city. You learned to love, live, and care for Dortmund beyond the fact that Erling played for the club. Now, you had to get used to not being in front of the yellow wall every time your team won.

Once you made it to the stadium, you went separate ways. He had to change into his training gear, and you needed to catch up with the Haalands at the VIP box. The yellow wall was roaring from the energy of fans and family, all reunited to say goodbye to Erling. It took you a long moment to process it as you sat down, feeling the tears from earlier fill your eyes again, knowing this was the last time for a very long time where you would experience the feeling of belonging to the BVB family.

“There’s nothing like this, my dear.” Alfie said next to you, his own eyes a bit glistening as he kept looking straight ahead, admiring the yellow wall like you were seconds ago.

“I love this team, Alfie. I’m going to miss them so much.”

And you knew Erling would too. That team had been his family for three years, and his good friends were staying here while he went ahead and made a change for the better. As horrible as it was, if he wanted to progress, he needed to leave Dortmund. Nonetheless, it didn’t make his last goodbye any less painful.

The game was spectacular, and Erling gave a performance that proved why he was one of BVB’s most beloved players during his time there. The cheering, the flags, the signs with his name and face— you truly didn’t know how Erling held back the tears until he entered the dressing room. You were waiting him there, hugging him despite the sweat and grass stuck to his face, kissing him and whispering how proud you were and how much you knew it was hurting for him to say goodbye

All of his teammates gave him hugs, kisses, jokes, and said goodbye to you with the same sadness you were feeling. Even Jude was emotional, but you pretended not to notice when he started to tear up.

“Take good care of him, I know he’s going to need it.” Was the last joke you heard from him before he disappeared through the door.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Erling yelled at his direction, smiling through the tears he was not ashamed to show.

June 10th, 2022

Manchester. The breezy city welcomed you once you left the private plane, making you push your nose deeper into your hoodie as security guided you to the car. Erling’s physical exams were today, and as always, he asked you to accompany him. You weren’t ready for the City’s team to be there, not only to welcome you, but also to film the whole process as introductory footage for the fans.

“Don’t worry, we can edit you out of the video if you’re not feeling comfortable.” One of the cameramen said, smiling at you.

“Yes, thank you. That would be awesome.” It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable about your relationship with Erling, which was impossible by this point, but your presence was something that not many people knew unless they dug it up.

It was an ongoing joke how many fans didn’t know about Erling having a girlfriend—a years-long girlfriend, in fact— who was with him most of the time, and even then, you were a rumor, which was the funniest part of it all. The little privacy you could get while dating a famous person was very appreciated. You knew it couldn’t stay like that forever, but as long as you two could, you'd maintain it.

“Baby, you first.” Erling’s hand covered the small of your back, guiding you inside the car before he and Alfie followed. “It’s so windy.”

“Right? I wasn’t ready for this weather. But, again…”

“England.” You said together, laughing.

“Hey, don’t start making fun of your new home, kids. That’s rude.” Alfie scolded you, but at the same time, he was wearing the most mischievous smile ever. He was such a prick. “Well, we’re almost there, let’s get ready.”

“Hey, after this, we’re going to see the new apartment, okay?” Erling whispered in your ear before you all followed Alfie to Manchester City’s medical ground.

That mention of your new home brings excitement and a smile to your lips.

“I can’t wait.”

July 10th, 2022

Presentation day. You spent the whole morning murmuring it as you got ready next to Erling, making him smile at your antics. You were way more excited than him, which made him laugh at you.

“Baby, you look gorgeous in everything. Let’s go.” He kept watching you from above his phone, his body resting on the bed without a worry in the world.

“Coming! I just need to see which shoes look the best.” You turned to show him the two pairs of blue Jordans, one royal blue and the other baby blue. When you detailed him, your eyebrows furrowed. “Besides, you haven’t done your hair, and your shirt is there instead of your body.”

Even though the vision of his half-naked body was still mesmerizing to you after four years, you really needed him to get going. It didn’t have anything to do with you being barely done. He was the star of the show.

“I’ll get it on a bun now, don’t worry.” You smiled at his blonde hair being all over the place, something you barely see nowadays.

“I love when you have your hair down.” You signed, turning again to face the closet. “Okay, I’ll just wear jeans like you. Can you pick a cute purse, I’m going to look for my perfume.”

You heard him laugh from the room.

July 11— 2 a.m.

“Oh, my—” You both laughed hysterically as you reached the elevator, your bodies colliding with the walls, and you barely held Erling’s body straight enough to walk. “We’re… so wasted.” You murmured, pushing your boyfriend into the tiny space. “We have to drink water.”

“Mmmh, you can drink something else.” His smirk gave away what he was suggesting, making you giggle as his hands roamed through your body. “You look amazing.”

“No, you look amazing.” You pecked his lips until the doors opened, revealing your apartment’s private hallway. “Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?”

You both laughed again at the suggestion, taking tiny steps until you were finally inside the apartment, turning all the lights on. The kitchen was as you left it, with a few empty glasses on the counter and fruit on display. Your boyfriend went for an apple while you grabbed a whole bottle of water.

“Here, drink this, or you’ll have the worst hangover ever tomorrow.”

“Always looking out for me.” He kissed you briefly, taking the bottle from your hand. It was half-empty from your own thirst. “Let’s go to bed, I’m so tired.”

You didn’t put up a fight. As much as you loved partying with your boyfriend, you were always destroyed after a night out. Not only did you reunite with old friends— like Martin and Akanji— but the constant dancing, mixing drinks, and people recognizing Erling emptied your social battery.

You promised yourself to shower in the morning as you took off your makeup and Erling undid his hair. You both exchanged looks through the mirror, silently smiling as you brushed your teeth. Only when you were snuggled in bed, did your boyfriend say something.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He kissed your head and fell fast asleep.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” You murmured against his neck, knowing he wasn’t hearing you.

July 21, 2022

On Erling’s 22nd birthday, you struggled to hide the plans you had for the day. You loved to celebrate his birthdays, even more since you two began to compete over who gave the other the best surprise. This time, it was a bit more difficult to do something new or different, but you supposed that getting his childhood friends next to his best mates at Dortmund to fly over for a surprise party in Malagá wasn’t a bad start.

You were going to blow his mind.

As you sneaked around the closet, collecting all of his favorite pieces, next to a new pair of Jordans that you hunted down for more than a month, you begged for him to sleep in a bit more as you closed the two suitcases that were accompanying you to Spain.

“Elksing?!” You heard him shout, letting you know that he had already noticed your absence from the bed. “Come hug me!”

“Hello, birthday boy!” You said as you peeked your head into the main room, scrunching your nose at the sight of your sleepy boyfriend doing grabby hands in your direction. “Good morning.” You whispered before kissing him, giggling when his arms hugged you tightly, making you go back to bed.

“You smell amazing.” He kissed your cheek, biting slightly.

“That’s the food, baby.” His eyes opened, an interested look greeting you. “Now I have your attention?”

“You always have my attention, sweet. But, you know, I won’t mind some food.”

“Well, better hurry up, then. We have to catch a flight at 6 p.m.” You left the bed while he stayed there, looking at you dumbfounded.

“What do you mean ‘a flight’?” He shouted once you were out of sight.

“You know exactly what that word means, Haaland!”

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“I thought you were kidding, babe!” Erling’s voice was still a bit raspy from sleeping, but his eyes were awake as he saw you taking the two suitcases out of the house. His hair was wet against his neck, a few drops staining the collar of his shirt while he stood there, not knowing what to do. “You can’t be serious. Are we really going out of the country?”

“Of course we are.” You were really enjoying having the upper-hand over your boyfriend. His confused expression was worth all the secrecy of the past week. “C’mon, get in the car. And no more questions.”

“Fine, fine. You’re the boss.” He laughed, getting in the passenger’s seat, which was a rare thing. “This is weird; I always drive.”

“Well, now you don’t. Relax! Eat some snacks… But don’t you dare to check your phone.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

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“Spain?!” The shock on his voice was palpable, making you smirk as you sat on the plane. “Baby, there’s no way you’re serious. Spain?!”

“Oh, I’m totally serious.” The satisfaction that your plan being successful gave you was beyond imagination. “Now let’s see how you outdo this.”

A smile appeared on Erling’s face, his eyes recognizing your hunger for competition.

“You’re such a tricker. This isn’t fair, elsking.” He made a gesture to point at the VIP seats and your next destiny. “This is playing dirty.”

“We play to win, don’t we?”

He laughed out loud, startling an old man sitting across the hall. You two exchanged a look, not wanting to disrupt the peace as the plane took off, leaving you three hours ahead, where Erling would most definitely try to bribe you for some information.

Only when he saw the huge group of people waiting for him at the airport, did he realize the reach of your plan. You only smiled through it all, taking a liking to his mesmerized expression and the happiness he wore for the extent of the weekend, not stopping for one second the kisses, hugs, and “thank yous” every time you were close.

August 7, 2022

Your eyes were glued to the pitch, your heartbeat racing every time you saw a player coming out of the tunnel. Alfie kept making fun of you, saying how you were more nervous than Erling himself.

But you couldn’t help it. This was his debut for Manchester City. This was it, the big step you two were waiting for.

“I’m sure you can dig a hole in the floor with how much you are pacing around. Come here, enjoy some of the catering.” Alfie pointed to the table in front of him, filled with everything your stomach could wish for. Sadly, yours was closed for the day, the nerves making it impossible to get anything but juice or water.

“I feel like I’m going to vomit, Alf.” You sat on your designated bench, biting your lip as you kept your eyes wandering on the pitch, finally seeing Erling. He was doing his exercises, but you couldn’t make out his face. “Look at him!”

Alfie wasn’t as vocal about his excitement as you were, but he came next to you to see his son, smiling before nodding.

“He’s a champ, he can do it.” His hand brushed your shoulder, trying to calm you. “You know he’s going to make it.”

You nodded, knowing very well how talented your boyfriend was. Nonetheless, you were really nervous. After a few minutes, Erling’s manager and some friends of Alfie's started to arrive, making small talk before the game. You tried to ease up, finally encouraged enough to take a small plate with fruit to have for breakfast as you saw all the players depart from the pitch and into the tunnels.

After a few minutes, you saw them coming out again, their faces serious and obviously concentrated, as the first steps of the match began. Your heart started to race, and your breathing was irregular throughout the match. Only when Erling scored did you come back to life, screaming and cheering next to Alfie, who hugged you like his life depended on it.

The whole VIP section came to life, and the cheering of the fans made you nearly cry. You saw Erling make his trademark celebration, knowing that this moment was the one he had been looking for ever since he joined Manchester.

What a way to start the season.

December, 2022

“Tante!” (Aunt!) Erling’s nephew stumbled, taking a few steps before falling on his bottom, still smiling like the happy baby he was. “Onkel!” (Uncle!)

“Hi, my angel!” You greeted, lifting him from the ground to kiss his cheek, making him giggle. “Oh, how I missed you!”

“We missed you too, darling.” Gabrielle kissed you on the cheek before pushing his brother’s arm. “Hello.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t sense any tension in that greeting.” His sarcasm made you giggle, your eyes still glued to the baby’s features.

“You’re growing up so fast! I can’t believe it.” You kissed his head, walking from here to there just to keep him entertained.

“You still look amazing with a baby, just saying.” Erling said before greeting his nephew, kissing his head the same way you did. His golden hair was the exact shade of Erling’s, making your head go a bit dizzy.

It was easy to imagine a baby that looked like both of you.

“Stop that or I’ll get the wrong ideas stuck in my brain.” Your eyes went to your boyfriend’s face, seeing his smile just enough to let you know that was his plan. “You’re an evil man.”

“Evil or not, it’s just a matter of time.” One side of his mouth lifted, making you gasp.

“I’m going away.”

“Don’t run away from me!”

June 11, 2023

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