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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Can’t Get Away From You

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a mini fight, some shouting, one mention of throwing something at someone, your boyfriend is attached to your hip and follows you like a puppy, power outages, jumpscares, some swearing, stuck in the middle of no where.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: okay I lied, I know I said no fics but this was in my drafts and I had the urge to finish it :) also this was a random idea that @themandaloriansdiaries and I came up with on ft many many nights ago

"Why do you always do this?” You shouted at the man across the room from you.

Your boyfriend stares at you like you had gone insane and sometimes he thought you were, but tonight’s shouting was justified.

The two of you were supposed to go to your sister’s surprise birthday party but big shocker, Erling chose to stay back and kick a ball around for another 2 hours. Their training session was already done, he had no reason to stay back and yet he did. You were waiting for him so you could go together opposed to taking two cars because he kept telling you 10 more minutes and he’d be home, but you ended up being two hours late to your own sister’s party.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” He looks at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, because that makes up for the fact that I was late to my sister’s party. You’d never do that to your sister, would you? And you know I would never do that to her either. I actually care to show up when I say I will.”

“Y/n, you're overreacting. She didn’t even care that you were late.” He huffed, sitting on the couch.

You cannot believe him; he was late, had the audacity to tell you she didn’t even care and now he can't even stand up so you can shout at him? You were sick of his shit, you needed to leave before you threw something at his head.

The man watches as you grab your purse and phone, storming out of the front door and letting it slam shut behind you. He gets up, following you out the door.

“Where are you going?” He shouts from the porch, you don’t answer but instead get into your car and back out of the driveway.

You had no idea where you were going but you needed to be anywhere but there.

You drove for what felt like hours before you finally stopped in some random parking lot off the side of the road; you had driven out of the city and into the countryside. Hunger was kicking in and you tumbled through your purse for a mint, a piece of gum or literally anything edible. Eventually giving up on the tumbling, you dumped the contents of your purse into the passenger seat and switched on the light.

There’s a set of keys staring at you, a bright blue man city key chain hung on the bunch; the keys to the cabin.

Shortly after you and Erling began dating, the two of you decided you needed a place to go when you wanted to be away from the city. That’s how you ended up with a cabin 3 hours outside of Manchester.

The sky was varying shades of the black and the once viable moon was now blocked by clouds. You figured since you were closer to the cabin then you were home, you might as well spend the night there.

Another hour and you pulled into the muddy driveway, it seemed to have rained at some point during the day. You silently thank your boyfriend in your head for putting in sensor lights, otherwise you might have just slept in the car. The yard was pitch black and the Remingtons, the couple who owned the house across from your place, were away for the summer which meant you were all alone in the middle of nowhere.

The thought freaked you out, but not enough to make you turn back and go home.

You shoved everything back into your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you avoided the puddles of mud on your way to the front door. The look clicked as you turned the key and you sprinted into the cabin, shutting the door behind you.

A hand dragged across the wall, feeling for the light switch and you pressed it, lighting up the place. You also turned on the light in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom because you were alone.. not because you were scared or anything like that.

The cupboards were pretty empty, anything of substance was eaten the last time you two were there because you didn’t want it to go bad. The only things were a few boxes of mashed potatoes, a can of corn and one can of sliced pineapple.

You couldn't be bothered to cook so you pulled the pineapple can out and was about to crack it open when there was a knock on the front door.

It was safe to say your blood ran cold.

The Remingtons were gone, you were certain of that because they told you to check on the house when you come down if you did, which meant they weren’t there.

No one else lived around here, and you can’t just say no one is home because you switched on every light possible.

Setting the can down, you slowly made your way to the door. You waited to hear if there’s another knock, you peeked out the front window in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever was outside.

“Babe!” The voice called, startling you. “Open up!”

You groaned, the voice belonging to none other than your boyfriend. You opened the door, unfortunately, and found your giant of a boyfriend standing there with a bag in hand.

“Are you gonna make me stand in the rain?” He asks, the hood over his head blocking the water from his face. “I figured you didn’t eat dinner, so I brought you something to eat.” He stepped into the house; he was so big, you couldn’t really stop him if you wanted too.

“When the rain stops, I want you out.” You turn to him and he smiles, nodding.

He handed the bag over to you, the smell of Chinese food filling your surroundings. You refused to cave, holding your ground and staying mad at him. He shut the door behind him, turning the locks.

“What the fuck man? How’d you know I was here?” You handed the bag over to him, acting like you didn’t want it. Erling shrugged, taking the bag back and going to the kitchen.

He unpacked the boxes, setting them on the counter. “You left your location on.”

You groaned quietly, cursing yourself for leaving it on. Erling ignores your theatrics and puts some food on a plate for you, bringing it over to you and setting it on your lap. He knew you well enough to know if he offered the plate to you, you’d refuse and you needed to eat; part of why you were so snappy with him was because you were hungry.

He can’t help but notice how you un-tense now that he’s around; it brought a smile to his face but he didn’t dare say anything.

Erling sat beside you, eating quietly.

“Can we play a board game?” He asked, setting the plate on the coffee table.

“No.”

Erling hummed, going to dig the monopoly box out from the tv stand drawer. He set up the board, all the little pieces, the cards and the dice and began playing by himself.

You ignored the man, trying not to laugh as he screwed him over on one of the places he wanted. He rolled the dice, counting out the places he needed to move when the lights shut off.

The sound of thunder startled out, causing you to jump slightly.

“Babe, you okay?” He called, getting up. “Ow fuc-” he groans, probably stepping on one of the little pieces.

“I’m fine,” you get up, walking to the kitchen to get your phone off the table. It wasn’t pitch black, you can still make your way around the house so you searched through the kitchen cupboards for some candles, anything that can give you light for the time being.

Erling had gone quiet, you were about to turn around to see where he was but a hand on your shoulder caused you to drop your phone and let out a scream.

“It’s just me,” he laughed and you smacked his arm.

“What the fuck man! God, you are so- ugh.”

You sit at the table, phone back in hand as you called the power company. They finally get to your call after an hour on hold and let you know that the power won’t be turning back on until tomorrow morning.

The phone dropped on the table, your head tipped back as you groaned.

Erling reaches for the candles on the top shelf and lights them, setting them on the table. He sits across from you quietly, the two of you listening to the rain until the sound stops, the last flash of lighting strikes and it goes quiet.

He looks out the window and back at you, the soft orange glow of the candle light reflecting off of your skin. “I should head out,” he says, pulling your focus to him.

“What?”

“The rain.. it stopped. You said leave when it’s done raining.” He reminds you, standing up.

“Oh.. right, yeah. Okay, go ahead.”

Erling kisses your head when he walks past you, telling you to call him if you needed anything but you ignored him, still holding out on being upset even though you weren’t anymore.

The door shuts, you move from your spot at the dining room table to the couch but before you could sit down, the doorbell rings again. “What?” You shouted, walking over to see what he wanted.

He smiles at you when you open the door, pointing to the tree that’s fallen and blocked the driveway. “I’m stuck.”

“Use that viking strength of yours and push it away.” You shut the door again and went back to the couch.

You felt a bit bad, the guilt of him sitting out in the rain sunk in, even more so seeing that you had nothing to distract you. You pulled yourself off the couch and opened the door again, assuming you’d see his car on and him in it but it was off, the driveway was dark and the tree was still there.

“Erling?!” You shouted in the emptiness, “where are you?!”

There’s no answer but what are you supposed to do? Stand out in the rain or maybe go looking for him in the dark?

You shut the door, turning back around to see him sitting at the kitchen table.

“WHAT THE FUCK ERLING?!” You screamed, your heart jumping out of your body momentarily. You let out a breath, hand pressed to your chest. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“The back door was open.”

“Why are you lurking at the back- wait, it was unlocked?” Your brows furrowed, looking towards the back door.

Erling nodded, “yeah, I wasn’t lurking though. I went to check if the generator would turn on.”

“And it did?” You wrapped the blanket from the couch around yourself.

Erling looked up at the light that’s yet to turn on. “I mean, obviously not.”

It was freezing in the cabin, considering that the power had shut off and it was raining, it only made it colder.

“C’mere,” Erling calls for you, his arms opened as he waits for you to come cuddle up next to him. You shook your head, waddling your way to the bedroom. Your boyfriend follows you, watching as you dropped on the bed and pulled the comforter up on top of you.

You can feel the cold running up your spine, the cold air creeping along your skin despite the two blankets and the giant man in the room lifting the blanket wasn’t helping.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, not turning around.

Erling slipped into bed next to you, pulling you flat against his chest. His body was like a heater, the man wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulder before fixing the blanket.

You tried to wiggle away but he held you firmly in place. “You can stay mad but I'm not letting you freeze.”

You let your boyfriend hold you, simply because it's cold and not because you were mad at yourself for being mad at him for no reason. At some point, the two of you must've dozed off.

The lights were what woke you up; bright white lights shining down on you from the ceiling and the fact that the curtains were still open didn't help your eyes that were now adjusting to being open again.

There’s some heavy on you, you can’t even pull yourself up and you’re almost certain you know what it is. You look down to find your giant of a boyfriend on top of you. His arm tossed over your hip, face smooshed against your stomach as he snored quietly.

You smiled, forgetting all about last night as you pulled the hair tie from his hair. He stirred, settling moments later when you passed your hand through his hair. Your fingers rubbed along his scalp, massaging his head.

“Morning,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He kicked the blanket off of him, “it's hot.”

“Power turned back on.”

He shifts, laying beside you and pulling you into his side. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Mhm hm, I know.” Your fingers dragged along his shirt. Erling looked down at you, “are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Sorry,” he says, like it's obvious.

“No,” you joked, smiling at him. Erling knows you were, you don’t really do emotions or say sorry but he knows you are.

He laughs, kissing your forehead.“Shall we go get breakfast?”

You groan, burying your face in his side. “We have to take two cars.” “Oh and move the tree.” He reminds you, making you groan again.

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riahollywood · 10 months

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angsty argument with erling? 🥺

sorry looks like I’m incapable of writing angst without a fluffy ending 🫶

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“maybe if you had actually bothered to support your boyfriend for once, this wouldn’t have happened!” erling exclaimed, his voice getting louder and louder as the argument continued.

you scoffed at his emission. “well I’m sorry for not being your little lap dog and following you around 24/7! you know I do work an actual job, unlike most of the guys’ girlfriends?” you snapped back, not at all appreciating his comment.

“yeah, because it must be so tiring sitting at a desk all day.” erling rolled his eyes.

you shook your head, shocked at the words that were falling from his mouth. “you really are unbelievable, you know that?”

erling stepped forwards, towering over you. his usually bright eyes had darkened as he shouted at you for the first time ever in your relationship.

“i pay for everything, buy you everything you want and you can’t even turn up to one of my games?”

erling was right. he did pay for everything, he bought you everything you had ever wanted and more… but that was his decision. you had always offered to pay for things and insisted he didn’t buy you extravagant bags, clothes, shoes… but he chose to, and that was on him.

“that’s your choice, erling! I’m sorry you can’t seem to grasp the concept that normal people can get tired from jobs where they don’t get paid thousands of pounds a minute!” you shouted back, getting annoyed at his accusations.

he reached his hand up to run it thought his hair but as it glided just a few cm’s away from your face, you flinched, immediately turning your head and stepping back from erling. from the man who had been nothing but a total sweetheart to you throughout your relationship until today.

erling’s features immediately softened as he realised what had happened.

“oh, sweetheart.” he shook his head as the seriousness of the situation finally set in.

your eyes filled up with tears. of course deep down you knew he would never lay a hand on you, but the severity of the situation had got far too much, and him shouting at you had become overwhelming.

you looked down from his gaze and when he reached his hand out for you to grab, you took a few steps back in an instinct reaction.

“fuck, y/n, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he spoke, voice cracking on the second sorry. you looked up and noticed his eyes were now gleaming in the low light.

erling felt awful, he was overtired and worn out from all the games and he had taken it out on the thing he loved the most, you.

“baby, you know I would never hurt you.” he pleaded. “you know that, don’t you?”

you had never seen him look so emotional. the bags under his eyes were prominent as he struggled to keep his emotions at bay.

“I know.” was all you could muster out as you wiped your tears away with your sleeve.

he reached a hand out to replace your with his and he wiped at your tears with his thumb before holding your face in his large hand.

“i’m sorry for shouting at you… i’m just so tired, it’s not your fault, I’m so sorry baby.” he babbled on, desperate to make things right.

you grabbed his other hand in yours and held it tightly, letting him know that you understood.

for the rest of the evening, erling was desperate to make it up to you, insisting you watched your favourite show and going out to get you your favourite snacks.

you were cuddled up to his chest with his hand stroking your hair, lulling you into a sleepy state. you had closed your eyes when when you heard him break the silence in the room.

“you know i didn’t mean any of that, right?” he asked, voice quiet as he continued to stroke your hair.

“i know.” you replied, nuzzling your head further into erling’s chest.

“really, i’m so proud of you, baby. i love showing off how intelligent my girlfriend is and i wouldn’t have it any other way.” he kissed the top of your head and you smiled, soon falling asleep and back to feeling safe as ever wrapped up in erling’s arms.

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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may i request (from the prompt phrases) 2 - 8 - 17 with erling 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

the shirt dilemma - eh

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: ̗̀➛ requested phrases:

2. “i'll never wear the jersey of someone who isn't my boyfriend.”

8. “why are you staring at me like that?”

17. “you have a really pretty face, have you ever heard that?”

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“I can’t believe people actually waste their time plotting about this stuff…” You murmured more to yourself than anyone else in the room, still scrolling through the infinite amount of photos that you found on Twitter. “Kinda creepy…”

“What’s up?” Jack murmured back, kicking your leg with his foot. You raised an eyebrow in his direction. “C’mon, you just said something that implies tea. Now you have to spill it.”

“I don’t have to do shit, Grealish.” You laughed, kicking him back. “But okay, here.” You sat on the couch. “I was on Twitter, and I found some tweets with my name on it, which is kinda weird since I’m not a public figure so… I don’t know, I was digging on my own shit until…” You turned your phone so he could see it.

His eyebrows raised until they almost touched the base of his hair, giving you a full view of the funniest expression you’d ever seen on him since ever.

“That’s an interesting take.”

“¿De qué hablan?” (What are you guys talking about?”) Julián asked, entering the room with hands full of snacks.

“Nada.” (Nothing) You really hated Julián’s impecable hearing. He was always around the corner when you were gossiping with Jack. “Más bien dame comida, que me tuviste esperando como mil años. Me muero de hambre.” (Give me some food, you’ve got me waiting for like a thousand years. I’m starving)

“Luego no me pidas que te cuente algo, porque te vas a quedar con las ganas.” (Later, don’t ask me for any gossip, cause I won’t share any) He replied, throwing a bag of chips at you.

“I actually love when you two speak Spanish in front of me and I understand absolutely nothing.” Jack said after you grabbed the bag, not paying attention to the dirty look Julián gave you before sitting next to him. “Makes me feel like I’m back in Spain for some vacation.”

“I just love when she speaks Spanish.” Erling’s voice startled you. You looked up at him, who was just entering the room. You tore your eyes apart from his figure as quickly as you could, wishing that the heart eyes weren’t that noticeable for any of them. God, he was so handsome.

“You love everything that she does.” Julián said, giggling a bit when you shot him a nasty look. That little fucker.

“True, you’re the biggest fanboy I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jack teased, nudging Erling’s arm when he sat next to you.

“What can I say? I’m a man with great taste.” Erling shot back, leaving you all shaky on the inside. You had to prevent your mouth from falling wide open. You could never get used to that type of compliments coming from him.

It was times like these when you wondered if Erling had any feelings for you. It would be awesome if he did. But you knew it couldn’t be possible; he was playing and teasing around. You were just friends.

“If you’re going to flirt with her, I’m leaving.” Jack said, openly enjoying how uncomfortable you were getting from all the attention. “But also? We could manage to see if we can get this little brat to come to the next game, eh?”

“No, no! Don’t start with that. I already said no a million times before.” You were tired of it. You knew, from past experience, that you would be recognized, and those stupid gossip sites would eat you up.

“C’mon, don’t be such a… coward.” Julián replied, always up to teasing you as well. “It’s fun, you should totally go. Emilia’s gonna be there.”

“But…”

“No, no, not ‘but’. You’re coming, end of discussion.” Erling cut you off, smiling widely when you looked at him. “Please?”

Aw, man. Fuck big blonde guys with green eyes.

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So there you were, two days later. Full of regrets and suffering, seeing how your friends (or more like enemies at this point) were smiling like little kids while you stood in the middle of the Etihad Stadium shop. Your arms were crossed, not wanting to give in two times in a row when it came to these guys’ wishes, but it was getting more and more difficult as the minutes passed and Erling’s eyes kept flashing you little looks that were keeping you on the edge.

“Why?” You finally spoke up, giving in to the silence that had overcome the room. “I’ve already accepted to come against my will. Why do I have to wear a jersey as well?”

“Because! Everyone that really loves the team wears a shirt!” Jack said, giving you a knowing look that screamed duh. “You’re our friend, it would be so rude if you just go there wearing…” He pointed to your baby blue shirt with a grin. “That.”

“What’s the matter with it? It’s City’s color, isn’t it?”

“C’mon, you’re not actually doing the most out here wearing a blue shirt, darling.” Erling’s voice had an effect on you. Dammit. “Be a good girl and wear a jersey.”

No, no, no. Don’t fall for it just because he called you a… Oh, god. God, help your daughter.

“Fine!” As usual, you just gave in once Erling stepped in. “Pick a stupid shirt so I can get out of here.”

You were hoping that you were being dramatic over nothing and that they’d probably pick a blank shirt with no actual handle on the back, but as Erling approached his own fucking section, you knew you were absolutely fucked.

“No! Not your stupid ego getting the best of you, I’m not wearing a Haaland shirt!” You wanted to. But it was the worst idea in the world. “I’ll never wear the jersey of someone who isn’t my boyfriend. That’s just a horrible idea.” You didn’t know why you just said that, but it was out there before you could backtrack on your words.

“Why not?” Jack asked, getting closer to you with that cheeky grin that you hated. “What’s wrong with wearing a friend’s jersey just for today? It isn’t good enough?”

Oh, you knew what he wanted to say with that little tone on the word “friend”.

“Because, my dear Jack. People love to speculate about things without actual proof. So, if they see me wearing Erling’s shirt while being here, they’ll think I’m his girlfriend, and…”

“So what?” Erling said, already handing you a shirt. “Let people assume whatever they want to assume.”

“Perhaps, would it be that bad if people think that you are his girlfriend?” It was the first time in twenty minutes that Julián had said a word, but when he did, he cornered you. “Just saying…”

“Yeah, would it?” Erling’s tone sounded almost evil as he slightly pressed the shirt towards you, leaving you no other option but to take it. “Just put it on.”

“I hate you…” You whispered, still grabbing the shirt with a bit more force than necessary.

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You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you for the entirety of the game, which was ridiculous since you were the most boring person and no one— and when you said no one, it was really no one— was giving you a second look as you sat and watched the game like everyone else did.

The paranoia you were feeling was ridiculous. Never in a million years have you felt more targeted for wearing a fucking shirt that said Haaland on the back. You could only pray that a photo of you didn’t make it to Twitter, where a bunch of weird people were already making assumptions about the actual nature of your relationship with Erling. That’s why you were being so negative about wearing anything City or Erling related. You knew how the rumors started.

Like it would ever happen in reality.

“Relájate, boluda. Parece que estás acá contra tu voluntad.” (Girl, relax. You look like you’re here against your will) Emilia shouted over the fans’ voices, seeming entertained by your current state. Just like her boyfriend, apparently.

“¿Te parece?” (You think?) You couldn’t help the sarcastic tone in your voice. “Todo gracias al pendejo de tu novio.” (All thanks to your stupid boyfriend)

“Ay, ya. No es para tanto…” (Aw, c’mon. It’s not that big of a deal…) She paused, giggling. “Estás así porque te gusta Erling, ¿no?” (You’re acting like this because you like Erling, aren’t you?)

“¡¿Qué?!” (What?!) You shouted, feeling your face go deep red as the referee blew the final whistle, letting the entire stadium know that the game was over.

“It’s so obvious, babe. You totally like that man.” She took your hand, not letting you overcome the fact that someone finally acknowledged your feelings for him. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Was all you managed to say, looking around to check if someone was paying attention to you. Again.

“The dressing room.”

Oh-oh.

Your eyes darted to the pitch, where most of the players were still walking around while exchanging greetings and jerseys. You spotted Erling right away; it was very difficult not to. He towered over almost every single person that walked past him, which could be funny if it weren’t for the fact that Emilie knew about your feelings for him. Suddenly, it felt so real. It felt like everyone knew.

“Move or I’ll have to drag you there myself.” Emilia’s tone gave the impression of being absolutely serious about the dragging part, so you started walking out of pure instinct.

You made your way across the sea of people that were leaving or lingering around the benches. You saw how it all appeared to move a bit slower as you followed her, who still had a hold on your wrist, like she was almost preventing you from escaping. You didn’t want to see Erling right now; the way you were so worked up about Emilia’s words was stupid, but you knew yourself, and it was very possible that you were about to blow everything because of the nerves.

“Breathe. You’re crushing my hand.”

“Is it too obvious?” You whispered once you made it to the tunnels.

“That you like him?” She turned to face you, smiling a bit before fixing your hair. “Not to him, I believe.” Her eyes looked behind you, a bigger smile appeared on her face. “But maybe it’s time to let you know that he likes you. Gotta go, Juli’s coming. Good luck.” She kissed your cheek briefly before walking away, leaving you nervous and shaky.

It seemed like being nervous and shaky was the new thing for you.

“What happened to the “no wearing a shirt that’s not my boyfriend's” rule?” You could feel Erling’s hands pinching the fabric of your new shirt before you turned around to face him. His voice was filled with that unique tone he only used when he won, or got his way around something he wanted. Today, both things happened. “Looks great on you, by the way.”

“You made me wear it, loser.” The only way to dissimulate the silent screaming you wanted to do right now was to answer with irony.

“And it’s the best decision I’ve made so far.” He stood in front of you in all his glory, clearly enjoying how pissed you were. You couldn’t help your eyes from going to his bare chest for a whole minute, biting your lip when your eyes met his. His smirk was so big, you wanted to punch him. “About to make the second one.”

So, so handsome. And so, so cocky.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Was all you managed to say after a few seconds of pure silence, despite all the teammates roaming through the tunnel, clapping and screaming from their recent win.

“You have a really pretty face; have you ever heard that?” He leaned in, and your heart almost escaped through your throat. You couldn’t tear your eyes apart from his.

What if Emilia was right? Was this the right moment? He was totally flirting with you… Wasn’t he?

“I…”

“What about this? You wait here, looking as lovely as you do right now until I shower… And then I can take you to dinner so we can celebrate the win?” He whispered the proposition like it was a promise. At this point, you couldn’t even speak. “How does that sound?”

“Yeah, sure…” You whispered back, holding your bag so close to your chest that you could feel the handles burying themselves in your skin.

“Perfect.” Then he kissed your cheek, and you really stopped breathing for a few milliseconds. And as you were starting to have a little panic attack, he left.

Have you just… agreed to a date with Erling Haaland? Well, fuck.

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i0veless · 1 year

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

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infinityerlingx · 1 year

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Baby Fever

P A R T 2

pairing - erling haaland x (fem)reader

genre - fluff / smut

warnings - smut !!! please do not read if you’re under 18 <3 swearing, breeding kink, size kink, unprotected sex, minors dni

read part one here !!

part 3 !

As soon as Isaac had been picked up, Erling couldn’t keep himself away from you. Now he knew that you both wanted to try, his mind went into overdrive. Thinking of everything he could, how you would look pregnant, how much of an amazing mother you would be, and the best part, he would be a dad.

You weren’t anywhere close to being pregnant however, you were always careful when having sex, making sure that you were on the pill, you hadn’t been taking your pill for a couple of weeks now, wanting to stay away from it, however you prayed every month that your period would come, but now your mind was working too quick for your liking as well. You were ready for it. You knew that this is what you both wanted, what was stopping you? And all it took was a day with his nephew.

Next thing you knew you were in bed, Erling slotted in between your legs. His left elbow propping himself up and his right hand trailing down to grip your waist, your arms thrown around his neck, pulling him ever so closer. Your lips met his in a heated kiss, his tongue battling with yours for dominance, you gave up letting him explore your mouth. You let out a quiet moan, Erling squeezed your hip in response.

He pulled away from your lips, sitting himself up and pulling you up with him, both of you sitting up, his hands trailed to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, throwing it on the floor, his eyes landing on your bare chest, his head dipped down in between your breasts, leaving a kiss there, before going to the left one, swirling his tongue around your nipple, popping it in his mouth and sucking at your skin, his hand trailing up to give your right breast some attention before he swapped over, your hand rested on top of his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp, making him moan onto your boobs.

He pulled away a few moments later, your hands reached for the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up and over his upper half, he kicked his joggers off and pulled your shorts down, throwing them in a pile in the room. He was quick to lie you back down, your chests pressed together as his lips met yours again, his length, already hard, pressed into your inner thigh, sending butterflies straight to your stomach. The only barrier between the two of you being your underwear. Your hand trailed down, squeezing his bulge before trailing your hand under his boxers, pulling them down, Erling helped in taking them off fully. Kicking them straight to the floor.

Erling was still resting above you, his elbow keeping him from dropping all his weight onto you. Your hand had trailed down again, finding his cock, you gripped the base of it, before jerking upwards and swiping your thumb across his tip. You did all of this whilst looking into Erling’s eyes which were now dark, filled with lust. Your thumb worked across his tip a few times before you jerked him off again. A moan escaped Erling’s lips, which just spurred you on even more, working your hand a bit quicker. Erling let his free hand slip in between your bodies, pushing your panties to the side, your pulse quickened as he lifted his hand back, sucking on his middle and ring finger before going back down, pushing his fingers straight into you without warning. Your hand stopped jerking him as his movement shocked you, however you quickly got back to it.

You knew that you wouldn’t need much foreplay, your insides twisting with excitement already. Erling sat up on his knees, removing his fingers from your pussy, licking them clean, your hand lost contact with his cock. You pushed yourself up on your elbows watching his every move. He was quick to remove your underwear, you lifted your hips to help him before he threw them down with everything else on the floor.

Once he had positioned himself back in between your thighs, he leant down, pressing small kisses to your inner thighs, before sitting back up again. Your hand reached down for his cock once again, guiding it towards your entrance. Erling sent you a smirk, removing your hand and replacing it with his own, leaning down again, his lips pressed to yours as he pushed his length into you, he was halfway in and your eyes were watering, no matter how many times you had sex with Erling, the size of him would always be a surprise to you.

“Taking me so well kjære” He spoke, kissing you softly. Before pushing in the whole way, you felt him so deep inside of you, he stilled any movements, letting your walls adjust to him.

“You can move now love” You whispered against his lips, that made Erling’s mind switch, pulling almost all out of you before pushing straight back in again, his cock dragging along your walls. Your hands made their way to his hair, pulling it from the confinement of the hair tie, your fingers pulling on his blonde locks. You were both moaning into each other's mouths.

He reached for one of your hands, bringing it down to rest on your lower stomach, his hand pressing yours down, you could feel his cock bulging every time he hit inside of you.

“Can you feel me right there?” He spoke cockily, a smirk evident on his face. You couldn’t comprehend any words, his hips slamming into your own. You nodded your head, letting him know your answer, even though he already knew, he just wanted to get it out of you.

“Fucking me so good, I’m close” You spoke breathless. Erling took your words time for him to switch positions, he sat back up on his knees, pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder, you moaned loudly at the new depth he was hitting you at, Erling pressed kisses from your ankle, down to your thigh. You could tell he was getting closer, his thrusts stuttering.

“Gonna fill you up, put a baby inside of you” His hand came down to press on your lower stomach again “Gonna look so pretty with my baby in here” He pressed down a bit more, bringing your orgasm on quicker than expected, his hips still hammering into you.

“Let go baby, I’m right with you” With that you released, your orgasm washing over you, which brought on Erling’s release, his cum shooting far inside of you, strings of moans and curses left his lips. His head thrown back as his pleasure took over him, a sight you adored to see. His thrusts slowed down, riding you through your highs.

Your leg dropped from his shoulder and Erling’s body fell atop of the bed, his cock pulling out of you, making you feel empty, Both of you breathing heavily, you scooted closer to Erling, your arm coming around his body, your nails lightly scratching down his back, Erling sighed in content. You both lay like that for a couple of minutes, until your heart rates were back to normal. He was first to get up, leaning back and looking at your body in its post orgasmic state, he loved seeing you like this, a state that only he would see you in, sweat glistened off both of your bodies. You were both exhausted, but the best thing being that was probably the best sex you had both had.

You sent Erling a tired smile, you needed to go clean yourself up, feeling a mix of your orgasms spilling from you. Erling took himself off to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth, cleaning himself down first before coming back to you. Slotting himself in between your thighs again, the sight he was looking at was enough to make him hard again, if he wasn’t as tired as he was. He cleaned up the mess on your thighs, the warm water on the cloth made you sigh, however your pussy was so sensitive it made you flinch slightly. Erling apologised, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your stomach.

He got back off the bed, throwing the cloth into the washing basket in the bathroom, before wandering back into the bedroom. “Do you want any clothes? Or sleep naked” He asked, a smile on his lips.

“Hm, naked” You smiled back and Erling couldn’t argue with you on that one, his favourite way to sleep. He was quick to join you back in bed, getting you both under the covers, you half lay on him as he lay on his back. Your leg draped over his waist. Your hand rested on his chest, along with your head, your ear just above his heart, his heartbeat sending you into a light sleep already. Erling’s large arm wrapped around you, cuddling you closer into him. His head dipped down, kissing your hair.

“Jeg elsker deg” He whispered, looking down and you were asleep soundly on his chest, he squeezed your body a little, a smile on his face as he felt his eyes drooping, sending himself off into a deep sleep.

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oh-saints · 1 year

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dating erling haaland includes? please

oh oh oh this is fun! but i hope i do this guy some justice bcs tbh i'm not familiar with him

you and erling used to be neighbors in norway but he moved to dortmund and only recently connected back to his old town

we all know erling loves his collection of pets and takes care of them diligently and that's how you reconnected because you're now his family's vet

so your earlier dates involves his pets, such as riding his horse weekly taking his horse for a walk, taking his dogs for a run, etc

it was because lowkey erling's not good at small talks so he resorts some help from his fury friends

his family loves you before you and erling got together so when erling announces you're together, they're more than elated for you two

your brother can't get it in his head that you're dating THE erling haaland, norway's current superstar, and almost accused you of using black magic

since distance gets in your way sometimes, he always does celebrations dedicated to you and it always melts his mom's heart

you're also the one who teaches him how to take pictures, especially selfies, because he used to suck at it but now he's the Instagram Boyfriend

altho his caption needs to be worked on still

since you're a vet and your job requires you to be clean and kept up all the time, it irks you to see erling's hair in a mess so you also teach him how to ponytail his hair

and braid too, lately

but he always asks you to do it for him whenever you're around because HE LIKES IT TOO MUCH he can fall asleep when you touch his hair

"you do it so good, solstrålen," he used to groan in satisfaction as you run your hair through his head ("you do it so good, sunshine")

his sister ran for her life though when she heard it

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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hi lovely! do you write for erling haaland? If yes, can you write anything fluffy (maybe even smutty) about him and pregnant reader? 💗

𓂃⭑ᜊ: NINE MONTHS ft erling haaland

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO LOVE! This is my first time writing for haaland so I hope it was okay xx. But as I inform on my pinned post, I don't do smut, that is due to a lack of experience(?) and not comfortable. So sorry but hope you enjoy this ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The rain pit-pattering against the window, the lighting strikes illuminating the starless night, thunders rumbling creating sounds inside the empty and cold house. You sat on the one-sitter couch near the balcony window reading a book, Behind Closed Door by Miriam Halahmy.

One hand, you're holding onto the book whilst your other hand is on your bump, caressing it gently. Halfway through the book, your eyelids grow heavier, feeling yourself craving for a deep sleep, perhaps a short wink. You put the book down adjust yourself on the couch, and drape the blanket over your figure to minimize the cold you are having.

Haaland on the other hand is already on his way home, the shotgun sit is full of a bunch of different snacks, chips, and chocolates. His car made its way inside your residence's car porch and he made his way out, bringing bags of sweets as he run over the heavy rainfall. He puts the bags down searching for his home keys.

He unlocked the door and immediately put the stuff on the kitchen island top, he walk all over the first floor looking for you but you are nowhere in sight. He treads his way upstairs to the second floor living room and found you near the balcony, sleeping.

Your head slumps against the headrest uncomfortably, your two hands guarding your bump, he walks closer, realizing that your body is shuddering in cold because of the blanket only made half way through you.

'Hey.' He started out to wake you up but you did't moved, your snoring only gets a bit louder making him almost laugh but he holds it back not to startle your sleeping form so he gently picks you up, one hand over your neck and the other at the back of your knees. He cradles you to bed and tucked you in

'I love you.' He confesses, bringing his face closer to peck the tip of your nose, Haaland offed from the bed to shower but you held his wrist 'Where are you going?' You slur out, one eye open to gaze at him before closing it back 'To shower love, I'll be back yeah?' You let a frown, and pout deepen 'Don't need to. Sleep now!' You please with two for eyes, he gently pulled your hand off and tucked it in back inside the duvet 'Gonna be back, right?' He began treading but stops abruptly when he heard a sniffle, he flinches head turning back to your figure, your arm covering your eyes as you cry, you take the near plushie and throw it to him 'I hate you! You won't coddle me anymore because of my bump!' You assumed, crying louder.

Haaland feels both bad and funny to see you cry over the smallest thing, he knows it's the pregnancy effect, you didn't mean it so he didn't partially feel bad but amused. He walks closer to you scooping you up and placing you on his lap 'Come on, you know I love your bump, it's cute. I wanted to shower because I feel sweaty, I stink you know?' You take him by the neck to pull you closer 'You are not! Just sleep with me! Kai needs you!' You accused the baby in your belly, it was a name you came up with for the baby but wasn't his real name, just a temporary name.

He finally let an amusing laugh, cradling your structure close to his broad chest and smiling 'Alright love, let's get to bed. Kai needs it don't you think?' You hum, still not letting go.

He put you on your side of bed whilst he goes to his, arms over your waist and hip 'Sleep yeah?' You bopped, he kiss the top of your head, one hand bringing up to stroke your hair gently while the other use to soothe you to sleep.

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dreamonseems · 11 months

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i need you to write something about size kink with erling please!!!!!

Towering

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Both Reader, and Erling being Obsessed with their size difference.

Erling Haaland, the towering figure of a football player, seemingly had an intriguing fascination with the stark contrast in size between himself and his petite girlfriend, who measured at a diminutive 5'2". It was as if he had a particular fondness for their noticeable disparity, relishing in the knowledge that he loomed over her, casting a shadow that brought an unmistakable smile to his face. To him, it was an endearing quality that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze, reminding him of just how much larger he was in comparison.

Whenever they stood side by side, the difference in stature was impossible to ignore. Haaland's commanding presence, standing tall and robust, dwarfed his girlfriend's delicate frame. Yet, there was something captivating in the way they complemented each other—a living embodiment of the adage that opposites attract. His physical dominance over her appeared to be a source of joy for him, a testament to their unique connection.

Their interactions were peppered with playful banter, teasing comments that emphasized the difference in their heights. Haaland would affectionately call her his "pocket-sized princess," playfully highlighting her petite nature. She, in turn, would jokingly refer to him as her "gentle giant," acknowledging his impressive stature with a touch of endearment.

Erling found immense pleasure in the effortless way he could scoop up his girlfriend whenever he desired. The sheer ease with which he could lift her delicate frame brought him a sense of power and satisfaction. It was as if he held the ability to lift her from any predicament, to reach for things that were beyond her grasp. And she, in turn, reveled in the knowledge that he relished playing the role of her protector, embracing his dominant nature with fervor.

Their dynamic thrived on the stark contrast between their sizes—a juxtaposition that fueled their passion and intimacy. Haaland, towering over his girlfriend, embodied strength and authority, relishing in his role as the dominant force in their relationship. He reveled in the responsibility of being in charge, knowing that she willingly surrendered herself to his guidance.

In her eyes, Y/N saw his dominance as an extension of his love and care for her. Haaland's protective nature resonated deeply with her, providing a sense of security and comfort she had never experienced before. His firm embraces cocooned her in a blanket of safety, making her feel cherished and shielded from the world. She willingly handed over the reins of control, placing her trust entirely in his capable hands.

The trust and vulnerability exchanged between them were the foundation of their connection. Haaland's desire to protect and care for her melded seamlessly with her need to be sheltered and guided. It was a dance of interdependence, where each step taken emphasized their mutual desires and unspoken understanding.

Their connection thrived on trust and vulnerability, forming the very bedrock of their relationship. Erling unwavering desire to protect and care for his partner seamlessly intertwined with her inherent need to be sheltered and guided.

In those intimate moments that existed solely between them, Y/N's mind became consumed by the images of Erling gripping her delicate wrist, his touch both firm and commanding. Her heart raced as she envisioned the forceful motion of him effortlessly pinning her down, unleashing an overwhelming surge of desire within her. The sheer disparity in size between them only intensified her longing, magnifying the ease with which he could bend her to his will. As her body quivered, a profound sense of yearning coursed through her veins.

It was in those instances that boundaries blurred, and a profound connection enveloped them both. Erling presence was overpowering, his strength rendering him capable of fulfilling her every whim and wants. And Y/N, with her own desires laid bare, surrendered herself willingly to his dominance. The electric current that surged between them was one of fervent passion and unrestrained pleasure, leaving them both breathless and sated.

In these private moments, their connection transcended the physical realm. It delved into the depths of their souls. The unspoken agreement between them granted Erling the power to lead and dictate their shared encounters, while Y/N reveled in the ecstasy of surrendering control. It was a dance of trust, where she willingly placed her well-being in his hands, knowing he would guide her with unwavering care.

These moments were their sanctuary, a secret world that belonged solely to them. It was a realm where their dreams intertwined and ignited like a blazing fire, consuming them both in its scorching embrace. Erling and Y/N discovered a profound sense of fulfillment—a primal connection that embraced the raw, unadulterated essence of their love.

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httpsdana · 9 months

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“I’m not jealous.. it’s just… you’re mine.” With haaland, please 🙃 but nothing toxic hahaha

Kitten~Erling Haaland

*GIF isnt mine. credits to the owner*

I still have mixed opinions abt Haaland, but I wouldn't want to disappoint anyone so I'm writing this. enjoy <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

147- "I'm not jealous..its just...you're mine!"

Erling has gotten y/n a kitten for her birthday to keep her company when he's away...and he was starting to kind of regret it. The little kitten called Lilo had all her attention. She barely even looked at him anymore! (that's an exaggeration, he's an attention seeking puppy)

When he came home from training, tired and exhausted, all he wants to do is fall asleep on her boobs with her hand in his hair. But after Lilo arrived, he'd come home to see the kitten asleep on y/n's chest, which was his spot, with y/n scratching her head like she does to his own.

When y/n would be reading her book on the couch, Erling would always have his head on her lap, while she'd also be brushing her fingers through his blonde strands. But now of course its the kitten that's sat there.

Erling came back from his first training of the new season exhausted. He was just seeking some comfort on his girlfriend's lap. He slumped lazily to the living room, only for his face to fall when he saw the Scottish kitten asleep on his girlfriend's thighs

He let out a sigh, grabbing y/n's attention.

"oh you're back. how was training love?" she asked sweetly before looking down at the book in her hands, other hand still petting the kitten's head

"it was fine" he grumbled, flopping down next to her with her, his arms crossed over his chest, while he had a pout on his face

When y/n didn't spare him a single glance, he got up from his seat. He removed the kitten slowly from her lap and placed it on another couch all alone, and laid down across y/n's lap, placing his head in her lap

"what was that?" y/n asked, amused at her boyfriend's actions

"what? Lilo gets all the attention I crave all day when she's here with you all the time. its unfair" he shrugged, raising his head a bit so he can loosen the hair tie from his hair.

"you're jealous...of a kitten?" she smirked

"I'm not jealous..its just...you're mine!" he pouted, making y/n laugh at him

"never in my life have I thought I'd see The Erling Haaland jealous of a kitten" she shook her head, leaning down to kiss his forehead

"you still love me though" he wiggled his eyebrows at her

"I do. and let me tell you a secret...I love you more than Lilo" she whispered the last part, as if afraid the kitten might hear them

Erling groaned, but the smile on his face only proved how much he was enjoying this

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nosugarallspice · 3 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.

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“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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smrsxx · 1 year

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Celebrity Crush | Erling Haaland x fem!shy!short!reader

Request :

Imagine you and Erling are each others celebrity crushes (reader is an f1 driver or whatever you want them to be) and she goes to her first Man City Game but she is nervous because even though these famous she is quite shy

Most of the city lads know about Erling crush so when they see her they tease him saying things like “ooo your girls here” Erling doesn’t believe it until he see you for himself

After the game (a win of course) you both meet up after and since it’s your first time meeting they are both really flustered

Erling asks them on a data and they exchange numbers

After there 5th date Erling confesses his love for the reader and is such a simp for her

Maybe if you are comfortable it ends in really soft smut between the two and even softer aftercare

Xxxxx

Ps- I love your writing your doing so well, keep it up 🩷🩷

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Thank you so much for requesting this imagine , the idea was amazing and I was so glad that I had the chance on writing it .

Again thank you all for the undying suuport < 3 ( I WILL NOT STOP TELLING YOU ) .

Tw : nervousness , shyness , shity friends , the fem!reader is described as short , AND SMUT ( I tried OK ? ) .

Ps . I was so happy writing this .

English isn't my first language , so if you spot a mistake , please just bare with me .

5k words : )

Enjoy < 3

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Reader's Pov

Being a F1 driver is not an easy thing . It is not an easy thing at all . Everyone is constantly judging you for everything .

Especially if you are the only woman in a sport that most people are men .

I am not saying that F1 is a man's sport . I've known a lot of women in the Formula world , it is just that everyone is hard one you when you are the only woman in Formula racing with other people . And it is even harder when you are racing in F1 .

Currently I'm sitting in Toto Wolff's office with Susie .

" I don't know what I did wrong . I didn't say anything to him ." I said to Susie about what happened a few minutes ago in the conference room .

I was sitting with Lewis , George and Mike and we were all waiting for the other drivers to show up so we could discuss some things for the upcoming season .

But someone had other plans . . .

A lot of drivers didn't even showed up .

Lewis was starting to lose his patience and after a couple of minutes he got up and tried to search for the others .

" Where are you going ? " I asked him quietly looking up at him .

" I just want to get this over with and go home as everybody else wants , but there are just a few of us . " He said angrily .

" Let me come with you . " I said to him and the moment I got up from my chair , a certain Red Bull driver whispered : " Puppet " .

After that I just left the conference room and didn't show up .

" Honey it wasn't your fault . Everyone is anxious for the race . He didn't really mean it . " Susie said trying to calm my down .

It wasn't really working .

When Toto came in followed by Lewis , we went through the situation again , and then decided that we all need a brake .

This was a really good opportunity to visit Manchester and my family.

Maybe go out with some of my friends .

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Manchester

I hate my friends .

We decided to go all out tonight , maybe at some bar and then head back home , but my friends decided to bring me to my first football mach with Manchester City against Chelsea .

Not because they wanted to watch a football game .

No .

Because they know about the crash I have on a certain striker .

Erling Braut Haaland .

The man isn't even aware about my existence .

So what am I even doing here ?

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Erling's Pov

" OOO YOUR GIRLS HERE " !!! Jack Grealish screamed to Erling while they werje training before the start of the game .

" Stop screaming man . What are you even saying ? " Erling asked his close friend .

" I saw her man . I swear . She is right over there in the VIP section . " Jack said to him while pointing out in the crowd .

Erling grabbed his hand shocked . " Stop pointing . Your blind . She's not here . I would have seen her . "

" Yeah right . " Jack said while trying to hold his laugh .

" Ayo bro . Y/N's here . " Phil said walking towards them .

And with that Erling started panicking and Jack bursted out laughing.

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" Famous F1 driver for the AMG Petronas team is in the house . " The presenter said quietly while your face showed on the big screen of the City stadium .

Erling was shocked .

He stoped dead in his track .

Your beautiful features right infront of him .

" She is so cute . " He said to himself not knowing that the cameras were filming his reaction .

The internet is going to be on fire tonight .

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" OMG Y/N YOU ARE ON THE SCREEN !!! " Your friend scream to you pointing at the camera .

" Huh ? " You asked quietly , but she was right . Your while face was on the screen .

Feelinh embarrassed you looked down and missed the face of your biggest crush looking at you .

" OMG Y/N ERLING IS LOOKING AT YOU !!! " Your friend scream at you again shaking you this time .

" No he doesn't . " You said with a red face .

" OMG Y/N THERE IS A VIDEO ON TWITTER . YOU ARE ERLING'S CRUSH . " Your friend said to you while looking at her phone screen .

Soon the game started .

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Manchester City won against Chelsea and Ofcourse Erling scored the goal .

Everyone was celebrating .

Even you .

You left the stadium . Your friend went home with an other guy and left you alone . You didn't brought your car with you .

" I miss my Benz now . " You said to yourself while looking down walking to the parking session and then head out , when suddenly you heard laughs and voices .

" Oi Y/N how are you ? Did you liked the game ? You know Erling scored a goal . " Jack said to you while you saw Erling Haaland himself for the first time behing him .

When Jack started walking towars you , Erling went behind him and in a matters of seconds they were both right in front of you .

You and Erling were both looking at each other .

Didn't say a word .

" Erling has a really big crush on you Y/N and by your looks you seem to have too . I'll leave you both to it . " Jack said proud of himself and then walked away , leaving you both looking at each other .

__________

" Your face is really red . " Erling said quietly while looking down at you.

" Your really tall . " You too said guietly while looking up at him .

When you two realished what you both told one another you started laughing .

" Can I have your number ? " Erling asked you smiling .

" Ofcourse . "

" Do you have a ride home ? I can take you if you want . " He told you .

That night were he drove you home , you had your first date . It was a long drive and you got to know some things about each other .

" Will I see you again ? " He asked you when you reached your house .

" We can go out tomorrow for dinner . Is it okay with you ? " You asked him with a smile .

" Yes it is . " He answered and you gave him a kiss on the cheek .

After that you thanked him again and got out .

__________

You were both sitting in a park near your apartment , eating burger's and drinking Ice Tea .

" Are you sure you should be eating those things ? " You askeh him once again .

" No but I'm not gonna tell anyone and neither do you . " He answered and kissed your cheek smiling .

You were both dating for a couple of months and things have been great .

You loved him , but you were really afraid telling him .

" I am gonna delete my Instagram account . " Erling said defeated . " Everyone keeps calling me a simp and Jack encourages them . " He added and you laughed .

God . . . how much he loved you . Your smile , your eyes , your laugh .

" I know it's only been a while , but I think I love you . I really do . " He confessed and you could sense that he was worried that you might not share the same feelings .

But you interrupted his thoughts .

" I think I am in love with you too . I mean I know it's only been two months , but we are both happy and we are having a great time . We don't have to be anxious about it right ? " You said looking him in the eyes .

Suddenly you started kissing .

You didn't even know how you ended up in your apartment .

Erling holding your hands beside your head , your legs spread out for him , slowly sliding in and out of you .

All you could think about was him .

Only him .

The way he was giving you so much pleasure , but at the same time he was so soft with you .

Leaving kisses and hickeys on your neck and your collarbone's .

Holding each other like your entire life's depended on it .

Him kissing you like the worls was ending .

But the way his hips found yours in every thrust made you see oblivion .

You could feel him twitching everytime a soft moan escaped your mouth .

When he was close he left your hands and wrapped them beneath your back and your head embracing you in a thigh and warm hug .

Your hands found their way into his hair .

You were close too . He could feel you squeezing him everytime he reached a certain spot .

After a couple of minutes he bottomed out .

You reacher your high .

Both feeling high .

He didn't let you go for a second that night .

Holding each other , laughing , telling stories , having sex again , kissing .

And when the morning sun made it's appearance , you finally fell asleep .

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riahollywood · 1 year

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could I request something where it’s your time of month and you accidentally get blood on erling’s bedding and you’re scared he’ll be angry but he just wants to look after you? 🥹 ty x

warning: mentions of a toxic ex and blood!

you silently cursed to yourself as you were awoken by a sharp stabbing pain in your lower tummy. you could’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours after struggling to get off to sleep with the excruciating pains, but had eventually managed to drift off wrapped up in erling’s arms and clenching a hot water bottle to your body.

shifting your legs slightly to try and get comfy, you mumbled a quiet and frustrated ‘oh no’ to yourself as you felt the all too familiar wetness through to your pyjama shorts.

you managed to wriggle your way out of erling’s grip. he was in a deep slumber and hummed to himself before turning over. you breathed a sigh of relief, at least you didn’t have to deal with him.

you pulled back the sheets and scampered across to the en-suite after grabbing some fresh clothes to change into. you tried to be as quiet as possible to not awake erling but it was proving to be a difficult task as you ran the tap and flushed the toilet. you just hoped he was so tired out from training the previous day that he would still be snoring away.

you opened the en-suite door and your heart dropped when you saw erling sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“baby…” he spoke, a look of concern plastered across his face.

the light from the en-suite shone out into the bedroom and as you walked over to the bed you noticed a pool of blood on the white bed sheets.

you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you had only been seeing each other for a few months. with you suffering from bad periods every month, erling had been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, buying you chocolate and ice cream, making sure you had a hot water bottle at all times and giving you extra cuddles. but a bad experience with an ex boyfriend had left you scarred after one evening you accidentally got blood on his shorts and he went crazy at you.

it was because of this that you stood there frozen, looking at the blood on erling’s crisp white bedding that probably cost hundreds. you felt your throat close up and tears prickling at your eyes.

he scooted forwards on the bed so he could reach out to you, dangerously close to the blood that he was seemingly unphased about as he reached a hand out.

you still couldn’t help but think the worst.

“sweetheart, come here.” he beconded you to come into his arms but you still stood frozen. had he not seen the blood?

“i’m so sorry… i… i didn’t realise…” you muttered out, glancing over to the crimson stain and bracing yourself for the shouting that you were sure was to come.

erling shook his head. here we go, you thought.

you were surpised by what he did next.

he got up off the bed and scooped you up into his arms before sitting back down onto the bed against the headboard, with you on his lap.

“are you okay? are you all sorted, do you need me to get you anything?” you searched his voice for sarcasm but it seemed he was being genuine. you were confused.

“i’m really sorry, i-i’ll replace the sheets.” you mustered out, a tear now slipping down your cheek.

“shh, darling stop saying sorry. you have nothing to apologise for.” he rested his forehead against yours to make sure you knew he really meant it.

“but… i’ve ruined your sheets .” you spoke softly, avoiding his gaze.

he used his finger to tilt your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“baby it’s just a bit of blood… these things happen, i can buy more sheets. all I’m concerned about is you and if you’re okay.”

your eyes lit up at his words.

“really?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to wipe away the few tears that had now fallen.

he took a moment to take in your reaction. “did you think I would be angry with you?”

you shrugged. “well… yeah.”

all he did was bring you in closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you.

“baby, i would never be mad at you for something like that… never.” he kissed the top of your head and you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, feeling relieved. he wondered if this had happened to you before, perhaps with an ex who had not been so nice about it. the thought made erling grip you even tighter as he peppered as few more kisses to your face.

he brushed those thoughts to the back of his head. you were safe with him, he would never shout at you or do anything to scare you. all he wanted to do was look after you.

“what do you say i run you a nice hot bubble bath, you relax, i’ll get us some clean sheets and then we have the biggest cuddles ever?”

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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So proud of our boy 🫶

It gave me an idea for an imagine or whatever, if youd like

Being one of erlings best friends and being there to support him for the final and him being super overwhelmed by the victory and his feelings, spilling the beans to her on the pitch after the match 🤌🩵

Lots of love to you xx

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It all felt like a blur. One moment he was on the pitch, following the ball, waiting for the right opportunity to make an assist that would win them the Champions League, or even better, make the goal of his career so far. Then, in what seemed like a mili-second, Rodri took the chance and made all of his dreams a reality.

They were the UCL champions. Finally.

He ran after his teammates, shouting at the top of his lungs, hugging every single person that crossed his path. He couldn’t believe it. The sequence of greeting, accepting the medal, cheering on a cloud of confetti with all of his team, looking at the screaming fans, and feeling like his face would split in half from all the smiling passed quickly.

He wanted to see you. He knew you were near, next to his family. The adrenaline rush was so high that he felt like jumping in place. Once he finally saw you running across the pitch towards him on your Man City shirt, smiling as beautifully as always and shouting his name, he knew he needed to do something. Anything.

“Erling! You did it!” Was the first thing he heard falling from your lips before your body practically slammed itself against his. He hugged you so tightly that he was afraid he might actually crush you.

When you separated, he didn’t think twice. He just held your face with both hands and went for a kiss. Only when he had his lips against yours did he realize what he was doing. But he didn’t have time for regrets; he only laughed when he let you go, not knowing what to expect.

“I…” He started, still holding your face, trying to find the right words to excuse himself in case you were mad.

“I’m so proud of you.” You said instead, the smile never leaving your face. Then you were the one going in for a kiss, having to tiptoe a bit to reach. This kiss was less effusive, but still full of something he knew was mutual.

So he wasn’t only winning the UCL today.

The moment, as intimate as it could be in the middle of a pitch full of people, lasted a few seconds more before teammates, photographers and family came by, cheering and hugging him. He saw you stepping back with the same sweet smile, hugging one of his sisters and greeting other family members of close teammates.

After he had done all the basic photos that he was asked to pose for, he called you. You turned, hiding his last name on the back of your shirt with your hair. He pointed to the trophy, which was resting on the ground, waiting for the next player to pick it up. Someone (probably his father) has put a Norway flag on your shoulders, and when you jogged towards him, he never felt prouder.

“Wanna take some pictures with it?” He said once you made it to his side, pointing to the trophy again.

“Of course I do.” Both of you seemed a bit nervous to actually speak, but once you squated next to it, he felt like you both knew what to do.

You fixed the flag around his shoulders while he held you by the waist, both grabbing the holders and smiling at the cameras. A few flashes later, he helped you lift it. Both of you kissed it, still looking at the camera. Then you turned to look at him, holding his gaze, he felt the need to kiss you again.

He knew it was very possible for a couple of videos of him kissing you were already up there. But if he did this, the photos would most definitely make it to every single page and it was going to be official.

There wasn’t anything else he wanted more. So he leaned at the same time as you, both kissing for a brief moment for the cameras. He heard cheering on the back, and once you were done, Rodri patted his shoulders so he would be able to take photos with his family.

Still wrapped around the flag, you both walked back to his family, hugging each other and chatting like nothing happened. Well, like nothing new happened. Alfie stared at both of you for a moment before letting it go, like he knew this would happen eventually.

Hours later, his predictions were certain. There were videos and pictures everywhere of the moment you ran into each other and kissed. Hundreds of people were wondering if you had always been his girlfriend instead of his friend. Then the photos started to also make their way into every single page that popped up on his homepage. They complimented your reaction, your beauty, the way you both looked at each other, when he carried you around the pitch, and how cute it was when you fixed his Man City hat and kissed his cheek. Everyone was happy for him.

He was happy for himself.

What a day to be a winner.

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kalembappe · 11 months

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pretty when you cry | e.h. 9

Part 1 word count: 10389 tw: death(neither of you die), smut

The weight Erling feels on his chest was beat by the one growing in his head. His eyes pry open being met by a gray ceiling before they fall to the crown of your head. It’s warm with you laying there, he could feel the rise and fall of your chest on his skin.

The short hand of the clock that hangs above your door says it’s just after dawn. He felt as if last night had been a lucid dream with how lightly he had slept. He thought that would help with his impending hangover but it only seemed to do him no good.

He doesn’t know how long he’d been staring at the ceiling. He wished he was drunk enough to have an excuse for last night, he wished he didn’t remember it so he’d have an excuse for saying the things he did, but when his stare trails your sleeping face, there’s a part of him – a part of him in which he acknowledges as small, is 18 again and picking you up from your first date where you got stood up . He has the same swell in his chest from when you first smiled at him and laughed at a joke he didn’t think was all that funny. Then he remembers how he was put into that position in the first place, and the memory sours.

The small smile that had ghosted his face had disappeared and the hangover he forgot was there had returned. Carefully, he removes you from his chest and lays you gently back on your bed. Only now had he seen the sky, the blue started to be painted with orange. He hasn’t been acknowledging the obvious change in the air.

There was guilt from both sides that was slowly eating him up. He can only think about how this is his best friend’s sister, how Jean trusted him with you. He didn’t wanna start thinking about how this affected you because both of you lost self control. This was both your fault right? Fuck, he can’t think about this now.

He can’t make decisions right now, not when you’re right there. Not when he’s thinking about repeating the same events of last night where he could still smell your perfume. It’s clouding his mind, he can’t think, can’t breathe even. He turns away, quickly buttoning his pants. His clothes and yours were scattered in the room, a reminder of what happened was indeed real did not go along well with his sobering head.

He scurries to find his belt, determined to go and it should’ve been left at that. Maybe he was too loud or maybe you were also a light sleeper but the moment his hand reaches for the door knob, he hears your voice call him. It takes everything in him to not turn around.

You say a bunch of words, but to him it all jumbled up into one blob of syllables as his thoughts tuned everything out. His hand tightens on the doorknob with a shaky breath before saying the first thing on his mind, “I’m sorry about last night.” He wanted to be. He’s sorry to your brother, to you, and for not meaning it. He's sorry he's going to hurt you but he's not sorry for fucking you.

Craning his head up, he’s met with your door, it’s blank and it’s driving him mad that he doesn’t see you. But he can’t, he doesn’t know how to look you in the eye after sleeping with you and just… Everything. It felt so right last night but now he realized how wrong it had been of him to lose his restraint.

His eyes trail around where he is for as far as he can reach, the floor, the boxes on the side, the light switch, and your vanity. It had a big mirror attached with it which unfortunately reached you on the bed, clutching the sheets to your chest, staring at his back. He could see your face. The same face you made when you're trying to keep yourself together. You always made that face when you were younger, holding everything in so you wouldn’t look like a cry baby.

Only you were–but this time, you’re no longer kids. You aren’t crying about sand castles and embarrassing first dates, this was a lot more serious. He’s hurting you, he knows he is. But he thinks that what he’s doing is what’s right–what’s best. He hears you say something again but your voice dies in the air.

“I wasn’t thinking.” He shuts the door on you, leaving no room for any discussion. He’s made his decision. It’s for the best–it has to be, he repeats to himself. *

He’s back in Germany when he gets a phone call from Jean. It’s been nearly a week since his debut game in London, he misses it there, his home and sometimes even the bad weather. It’s not all that different to here but here isn’t home, he supposed to be relaxed, he feels like it’s been ages since he was. He’s brought back to the last time he had relaxed, back there…that morning.

He feels homesick now and he’s thinking about you. Again. A common occasion. He’d like to believe he had been straying a little farther bit by bit but a call from your brother was able to ruin all his resolve that he’d carefully built for a week in a span of less than 10 seconds, none of them had been able to get a word in yet.

He picks up, easier said than he had done. He stared at the screen of his phone while he sat on his couch, a picture of Jean appearing from when he looked a lot younger. Jean’s greeting him, he greets back–it’s all proper yet informal but it didn’t feel relaxed. He put it on speaker since he’s alone and so that he could stare more. Weird that technically he’s looking at a picture of his best friend but he wasn’t thinking of him. If anything he wanted to think of anything but– Jean mentions your name and it grabs Erling’s attention for a split second, he catches something in the lines of how it was nearing his birthday soon. He expects it’s going to lead into a conversation where Jean is talking about who he’d invited before cutting to the chase three or five minutes later, that he’s inviting him. For now however, it’s all hypothetical yet kind of guaranteed. He stays in the call out of kindness, and well he’s in dire need of company other than the thoughts in his head. Again, a flicker of the voice in the other line squeezes a second into his brain, “Are you there?”

Fuck, “Yeah, um- ”

“Right…” There’s a tone in Jeans Erling couldn’t put his finger on, but it’s familiar. But it’s one word, and right now his attention is hanging by a thread. “My birthday is on the 11th but we decided to celebrate earlier considering Mariella is joining us. She said it was a surprise but she….”

Erling hums on the phone as his friend rambles on about how excited he is to once again meet with his long term girlfriend, also long distance. They must have a strong bond to still be going at it for this long with such a great distance between them. Good for them, I guess; he thinks bitterly. His friend’s voice molds into a blur while he stares at the caller ID of Jean.

He does look a lot like you, but you still take after your mother. He can tell because of how you don’t resemble as much of your father either but unfortunately not because he’s met her at all, he had; but only ever once.

It was the first summer rain he’s ever experienced in Nice. A summer that has just yet to begin and it does but with a storm by the beach, threatening to strike lightning at any given moment. But he didn’t think much of it, given that the purpose of going to the beach was to swim–one would get soaked either way, so he insisted on going like a stubborn thirteen year old would commonly do.

He repeated questions, whined, and tried his best to appeal to his parents but they were persistent on not spending the day on the beach today. Well, his dad was. He hadn’t spoken to his mother, his father had also been going in and out of their bedroom while he stood in the living room, itching to get his feet kicking the ball in his living room, on some sand perhaps with his friends.

He wants to play, he doesn’t know how many times he told his dad that and usually his dad wouldn’t ever be opposed to him playing, a little drizzle had never stopped him either but today something felt different. He wanted to ask his sister but she too had the same questions as him, so they stayed in for the day, the room he stayed in feeling grayer than the sky that rumbled angrily above them.

–

His mom finally left their room on the next day, it was still raining, albeit a lot lighter. Less thunder, more drizzle, it’s still gray however, the sky and the atmosphere. He looks at his mother’s eyes and she doesn’t meet him but he can tell she’s tired. Had she not gotten enough sleep? She doesn’t look like she was sick.

Erling grumbled to himself when his father told him to dress into the clothes they packed for a special occasion. He thinks sourly; So when mum feels like she’s up to it, that’s when we can do anything.

And it’s still raining. He doesn't understand the logic of why he had to miss a day of playing for something as simple as his mother missing a bit of sleep. It annoyed him a bit. He had tried so hard convincing his dad to go out and play and today when they are given the time to go out, they’re spending it doing something that he doesn’t want to do. He doubts that he’s going to play soccer with Jean in a polo.

His mind wanders, maybe they’re having dinner with Jean’s family, at least he’ll see someone he wanted to see. But he dreaded seeing your face, his best friend’s little sister. The whiny thing that you are. Oh he despised you. It wasn’t one sided hatred either, he doubts it. For someone younger than him he expected you’d have a little respect for him like you do your brother–but no. Every time he says something you look at him as if he’d said something absurd and you’d scrunch your nose every time he walks in; at one point he made it a habit to sniff his clothes before entering a room.

At least there would be Jean. So he crosses his fingers, hopeful to see his best friend today and sneak in a little play time between the moments the adults get lost in conversation giving them leeway to do anything to keep themselves entertained. Finally, something to look forward to.

–

“I thought we were going out?” Erling meets his sister’s face, she just shrugs in response. “Thanks for the info.” They sat at your living area, the sun had gone down. He still doesn’t know why they’re here. He thought he should ask questions or something but no one looks like they even have the appetite to talk. His mother, who’s voice he’s used to hearing bounce off the walls, had oddly enough remained quiet since the walk here.

They entered your house not too long ago either, but he didn’t see either you or your brother. Just your dad and a woman he hadn’t met before who resembled you a bit. Your mother perhaps, was his first thought.

In fashion, he did not say anything opting for the safe route and decided to just keep quiet. It isn’t out of character for him either way, he was a child of a few words especially to people he hasn’t met before. He’ll only ever say anything if his parents openly tell him to do so, but judging by the odds of that with how apparent his mother’s silence has been lately, the chances looks slim. So he guesses it’s another occasion spent in silence, which plummets his mood into mirroring everyone in the room.

It was a comfortable couch, he nearly fell asleep sinking in it. Until he heard the sound of creaking from the stairs, immediately, he straightened his posture. It’s about time Jean showed up, he hasn��t seen or talked to him in ages. Just as he was about to leap off the couch, he saw not his friend, but you, descending from the stairs. To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. He let out a groan that caused his own father to give him a knowing look. Erling, stubborn as he is, proceeds to sulk while crossing his arms. You obviously catch this with how your eyes wander so much, one thing he hates about you but silently amuses him is how you’re always so observant.

“I see you’re here to celebrate with us.” His eyes squinted, he didn’t know about that. Your eyes switch from him then to his fathers, you give him a generic greeting, he didn’t remember much after that. “–Today must be hard for her.” Your voice was soft when you talked to people who weren’t him. He’d care about what you just said, but he cares a lot more about how your tone with him was way more different–plain impolite. It was annoying how you can get inside his head at times.

Obviously, you two don’t get along. Every time he talks, you want to punch his face. You even once told him, as blatantly as possible, that his face would look good with your fist. Every time you talk he wishes for two seconds that a train or a car would pass you by and deafen anything you say. Anytime you two are put in a room together it ends in insults and sometimes injury. He doesn’t expect tonight to be any different.

Before he could get anymore lost in thought, he hears another set of feet go downstairs. Thankfully it’s the right familiar face. Only this time he’s looking down. He goes up to Jean, a hand on his back. “Long time no see,” He greeted, only to be returned with nothing more than a weak greeting back. They did, however, enter the dining area together.

–

It was time for dessert when they brought a cake out. He thought this was a relaxed semi formal thing, not someone’s birthday. And who’s birthday was it even? He’d already finished eating and he still doesn’t know what they were doing.

He asks his best friend right across from him, “Who’s birthday is it?” He looked over to the cake. There was only one candle, only adding to the ambiguity of the event. Jean didn’t say anything, only staring blankly at the white frosted cake laid in front of them, the blue candle shortening by the second. He thought today would be a different day, excited as he was earlier to see and maybe play with his friend who right now looks too tired to even tell him what’s going on. If only they went out yesterday maybe they could’ve played. He was bored out of his mind, and when he sees his best friend for what feels like ages, he couldn’t even enjoy it because his mother had stayed up late in the summer for some reason.

“She doesn’t even work” he recalls to himself when his eyes shift to his mom who’s mood seemingly livens up, his however sours this time, a huff escapes him as he crosses his arms. There’s still chatter in the air for whatever reason, he didn’t care. Even worse, he was placed beside you. His plans to relax had been disrupted and only when it seems like things couldn’t get worse, you have the genius idea of starting a conversation with him.

“What’s the matter with you?” Erling’s eyes roll sideways to your direction unnecessarily slow, obviously irritated for a reason you did not know. “Oh, I forgot I was looking at your face.” You give him a sarcastic smile. He lets out an offended noise, annoyed by how you always feel the need to say something about him. Erling runs out of time to mask his appallment with an insult so he huffs and sits back onto his chair, arms crossed over the other.

“Mind your own business, It’s not you I’m mad at.”

“Oh so you do speak. It was almost peaceful.”

“The you shouldn’t have asked–” He cuts himself off when he lets out another one of his familiar noises, “I wish my mum didn’t have to drag us to this stupid dinner. She could’ve been fine going on her own…She doesn’t need anyone to–” His voice cuts he expected to see you maybe annoyed at least but instead your eyes are watery. Did he raise his voice or something? Well, he thought he’d been quiet even if he’s obviously letting his frustrations on you.

He’s shocked obviously, not expecting that he’d make you cry. He didn’t know that you were that sensitive, maybe it’s because you’re a bit younger than him? Either way you had a lot to say for a child. Always coming up with something new to insult him, how is it that right now you couldn’t? You’re quiet for a moment, and he just stares, clueless to what he’d done to get you to react in such a way. He hears you let out a shaky breath before clearing your throat, “You- you shouldn’t talk about your mom that way.”

Again, he's blank. This isn’t the first time you had cried because of him, sure the other times he took a little pride in but he didn’t have the intention of doing so now. Especially not at the dinner table in front of people. Good thing you looked away from your parents. Not really for Erling though, he felt something sort of new wash over him, guilt maybe? He’s not sure this time. But it’s similar to the first time you cried, only now you weren’t pouting at him or big eyed, your hand held your face, the other balled into a tight fist.

“Wait…don’t–”

You quickly look up at him, letting out a disgruntled huff and leaving the table swiftly. Jean didn’t seem to care but it seems his own parents maybe did considering how they were eyeing him with a look that screamed, “What did you do?”

He groaned, excusing himself out of the table and followed you up the stairs. He walked in your hallway, looking door to door until he reached the last room. He quietly pushes the door with a slow twist of the knob, hoping you don’t hear.

Your back is facing him.He was sure this wasn’t your room with how small you looked on the king sized bed. And this room looks too old for your taste; the walls were too dark and the furniture was too un-themed.

Maybe you felt someone watching you because you gasp when you see Erling standing not a yard away from you. Again, silence from both of you, just the occasional sniffle that you let out from your runny nose.

He decided he should start despite not knowing what to go off from, “Why did you…cry?”

You respond, nasally “Your mom,”

Erling, who was previously leaning on the door frame, was now standing. “What?”

“You shouldn’t be so hostile when–” Sniffle, “You talk about your mom.”

“Oh… why do you care so much?” Were you close or something? Did he offend you? It’s not like he was making his voice loud that she’d hear what he said at all. He walked quietly over to where you sat, for a second your smaller palm opened and he caught a small glimpse of something white-ish.

“Nevermind me, They are eating the cake without us.” You stood up in haste, he saw your face again. Your eyes were bloodshot, if you went down looking like that, it wouldn’t get his parents off his back. You were in such a rush he had to grab you by your arm, the touch immediately stops you.

“I’m not even mad at her you see, I-I love my mum. It is just because going here felt pointless. I don’t even know what it’s for.” He tried feigning a laugh only for the chuckle to disappear when your face darkened.

“It’s maman’s birthday.” You reply sternly, the shift in your voice apparent–hostile.

“I don’t think I’ve properly seen her? Is she the lady downstairs? The one who looks like you? She doesn’t look like Jean–”

“That is because she isn’t here. You’re probably talking about my aunty.”

“I don’t understand.”

You’ve already turned to look at him this time, your brow arched at him. “When was the last time you’ve seen my mom in the many times you’ve seen me?”

“I told you, I’ve never met her–” Oh.

That must be why you’re so sensitive about mothers. Now he really sounded like a prick.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t think that this was all that bad, wh- the cake is probably good.” He offered you a sheepish smile while you returned it with a blank face. The silence was loud and Erling couldn’t help but feel more humiliated.

Not only by how he talked to you but how he acted towards his mother the past two days. He’s heard her say many great things about your mom. Come to think of it, they must’ve been good friends.

You start to laugh at him now, maybe you realize how stupid he looks. It makes him flushed that he looks down at his shoes, crossing his arms in the process. He didn’t interfere because at least you weren’t crying anymore.

That was until you did start crying again. He looks up then walks closer to you. “Uh, what-”

“You are so,” Hiccup, “-Stupid.” Your palms were pressing on your eyes, the same feeling he feels but only around you.

“I'm- no, You look stupid.” He’s not much with comforting people, but he did know how to get your mood to change all the time. So when you look at him with glossy eyes but with that familiar crinkle in your forehead, he lets out a light sigh of relief.

You sigh, “Just…be nice to your mom, today’s probably hard for her.”

“A lot harder than on you?”He knew your answer when he heard you go quiet. He also knew any second now you were about to blow into full hysterics, so he did what he thought best and pulled you into him, your throat hitches.

It was a rather stiff embrace at first, he even patted your head until he slowed, bringing his hand down when you just kind of…melted into him. It helped that he was 5’5 this young, he’d completely engulfed you. It’s warm and welcoming to you, and Erling has never been welcoming to you. That thought is completely shattered when you feel his arms tighten around you, your head burying deeper, as if you were trying to hide from the world. He was the last person you thought of ever acting this way towards but you couldn’t care less; you felt safe–protected in a way. Your ear was on his chest as it beat faster by the second, you only wished he didn’t feel yours do the same.

The bubble bursts when you hear someone calling for both of you downstairs. He remembered you splitting apart so quickly that one would miss it if they blinked. But he didn’t and he saw the frantic look in your eyes, looking around the room for some three seconds before settling to just put the thing you held into his hand. The touch is warm, and fleeting yet he feels the ghost of your skin as he keeps his hand mid air. He remembered the feeling when you left the room, the shameful longing he felt. There’s a split second he’s allowed to regain consciousness and peak at the object in his hand, it’s a shell. Before he could think more about it, the voice called again,

“ARE YOU COMING OR NOT.” Erling blinks, another thing to add to the list of what he’s been doing lately is zoning out. “Do I have to say it all again?”

He takes a deep breath, “No. Please no… Who will be there?”

“Why does that matter? You have to go.”

Of course he has to. And why is he asking anyways, it’s not like he’s counting on the one in a hundred chances that you would choose not to attend your own brother's birthday. He groans, “Yes, I’m going.”

“Perfect!” A brief silence passed, “can I… ask you to do me a favor ,” Erling sighs, “Just this once mate–”

He cuts Jean off, “what is it?”

“You know me and Mariella might sneak off into the night-” Another groan, “Let me finish! I just don’t want to ditch my little sister, you know? Part of why I called is to ask you to just… look after her. For me? You guys are friends, no?”

“You and I both know that is a lie.”

“Okay, fair.” Before he could intervene, Jean adds with a hopeful tone, “But you, uh, Talked? Last time, yes?”

The bed creaks, and your short breaths turn into moans, echoing louder after every buck of his hips. You’re trying to find purchase on his arms, already on edge from a while ago. “I need…I’m close,”

“Well, yeah…” He thinks of a generic excuse, one that’s easily believable and will hopefully get Jean to lay off him. “She’s so loud around me. And rude? You know this since we were still kids-”

“I know that but you're the only person I could think of that she’s comfortable enough to do that with '' Jean waited for a reply, the silence being so prominent that it sounded like he didn’t need an answer. “Look, my dad won’t be able to make it since he caught a cold from the rain or something of the sort and I don’t think any of her girlfriends are coming either and it would mean a lot if you’re there to keep her company while I’m not. As a birthday gift, give me nothing else… Si’l te plait?” He pleaded and still, the other line was silent. “Unless…you have something to tell me?”

Erling didn’t even have to hear twice, “NO. No. Of course not.”

“Okay! Good. Don’t wear a tracksuit. Thanks again mate.”

Before Erling could get another word in, he heard the dial tone first.

His mind was silent as he stared at the tall ceiling of his bedroom. It’s gray and blank, the walls painted by the darkness in his room. He blows a breath into the air, his head bounced on his mattress, repeating to himself the last thing he heard from the conversation.

It’s not like he said you had to talk to each other. He just said to look after you. And he can look after you. From a distance of course. Erling didn’t admit it to himself and admitting was never his strong suit in the first place, but he wasn’t worried about distancing himself from you, it was how long he could keep at it sober.

–

It’s a more tame gathering than he expected. He didn’t know what to wear after coming out of the shower. He didn’t know why he was so worried in the first place. Outfits weren’t something Erling had put much thought in and even in events it’s not him who dresses himself, it’s his mom or someone that his team hires for him. Usually, he uses the same rotation of clothes he has; the ones that were conveniently fresh out of the dryer and it’s never really that interesting from there.

Aside from a while ago when he spent an hour looking through his closet for a specific shirt that he knew he had but seemed to have misplaced. Afterwards he took a bath which took thirty minutes in the bathroom, then he decided to blow dry his hair and actually comb it which was another fifteen minutes before dressing up which took twenty something minutes then he made it here to the venue which is–

You get the idea. He took Long. Part of him did it because he was stalling, the other part was quietly because he knew you’d be there. It didn’t surprise him that he had run a little late because of London traffic, something he didn’t miss. But what did surprise him is how he was indeed late but it seemed as though there had only been four or 6 people there. Some he seen but don’t know, the other’s he’s talked to but aren’t close to at all, not long after he spots Mariella with Jean who holds a glass of wine with the biggest grin, he turns back, his eyes scan the room twice and he doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for.

There’s a tap on his shoulder that gets his attention. Again, he turns but this time with a hopeful expression which plummets as soon as it arrives, disappointment apparent on his features. “At least pretend you’re excited to see me.”

Erling mocks a scowl, “Happy birthday, mate.” He hands Jean a box, a gift he unadmittedly put little thought to, his excuse being his best friend has never given him a good gift and that he has other birthdays to make up for it.

His friend returned a smile, saying something along the lines of not having to get him anything, inherently he disagrees and it’s small talk that they mutually itched to get away from at the moment.

That was about thirty minutes ago already. Thirty minutes after he arrived, he had talked to four different people, Jean included; two of which asked for a photo, one who was a server, but he still hasn’t seen you after finishing his second drink. He looks at the empty glass, counting the scratches he could spot and he hears the party–dinner or whatever, starts to grow louder. Out of curiosity he cranes his neck up to look at the entrance, the bar stool giving him extra height despite him obviously not needing it.

There’s a tightness in his chest and his pants when it’s your back that meets his eyes. Your dress ends over your knees, the neckline meets under your collarbone, but the back is more than generous—cut ending just above your hips, hugging you in the right places. He stops himself from groaning out loud, the dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination at all. His eyes followed the line of your spine, If you pulled it any lower he’d be met with the dimples on your back. It’s fresh in his mind, the memory of his fingers padding over them like buttons, moving your hips to meet his.

Quietly, he curses to himself, he thought this would be easier sober. Then again it’s you he’s thinking about, nothing is easy when it comes to you. If anything, it’s hard. So…much…harder.

“There you are!” Erling lets out a noise.

“Mate! God, please– don’t–Just stop doing that. Please.” He pleaded, guilt and nervousness merging in his stomach. Jean tilted his head before lightly punching Erling on the arm.

“So cranky and you’ve only talked to me twice tonight?” Erling apologizes, “I’m just messing with you!” Jean’s laugh echoes, it’s louder than normal is what he notices first, but he’s glad he’s here given that he’s finally distracted from something that wasn’t you. Jean leans in closer to his ear, “You remember our agreement?”

Subconsciously, Erling’s eyes move to the doorway you just entered, the noise has transferred so he isn’t surprised you’re already gone. He nods, staring at the empty space. “Yeah, of course man.”

They talk for a while with drinks in hand but they both leave the bar area shortly after, courtesy of the dazed man coaxing him to socialize and begun introducing him to other people before he could agree.

It’s the sixth time tonight Erling switches tables, nonetheless he’s given a break when he’s introduced to Jean’s work friends and Mariella takes the man away leaving him with people he barely knew. There’s an empty seat with a jacket splayed on it, someone must be in the restroom or out for air.

His attention is back to the eager yet cautious people staring at him. They’re polite and young, all seeming quite hesitant or shy around him. It all starts with small talk, before one of them gives in and moves onto the topic of football. It’s all easy from there, mostly talking and less drinking but he steals a sip from here and there when the others are already ordering seconds and thirds. He remembered why he was here in the first place. Not the party, but in the booth. He needed a distance to watch you from. Erling’s eyes wander. It’s a small pub they rented, and it’s all very relaxed. Everyone looks like they’ve had a drink or two save for the bartender and the servers. His eyes scan subtly around the area, silently praying you wouldn’t catch him staring knowing that if you did, it would be beyond humiliating.

He sees the shape of your black dress in the distance, the same bar he left earlier with your brother. It’s vague in his peripherals his eyes finally catch a good look at you. This time, your face was the one in site, but you weren’t alone. You were laughing at something someone told you, most likely the gentleman that blocked part of your body. There’s a weak feeling in him that’s getting more and more hard to ignore when he sees the man graze his hand on your bare arm. You smile nervously but from his view it looked like encouragement, the grip Erling has on his glass bottle tightening. If it were a flute, it’d snap in half; he’s sure. Subtlety was completely out of the question. He watches–no, scrutinized every move you made, and in that process found no fault in your flaws–Your blushing face, it was probably the alcohol; your glossy droopy eyes, it’s probably the light. It’s frustrating. The chatter feels louder, the clink of glasses seemed to echo and multiply, the booth he sat in felt even more confined.

A bottle of champagne pops, the sound rippling through him like he’d been hit square in his head with the cork that popped from the bottle. But it takes his attention away from you, it takes everyone’s attention away. It’s loud. There’s cheering, and even more chatter. He looks back after a second and now there's a hand palming your back, the same back he had arched so good for him and it’s, for lack of better word, driving him insane.

You turn back, hair swaying, your face is flushed and your head is a lot more bobbly, shaking slightly at something he said; You’re giggling but you aren’t laughing. He knows how you laugh, he’s seen it, the real one, you’re supposed to scrunch your face and have a hard time finishing your sentences. The man steps closer to you. Erling watches, only getting tenser by the second. You’re putting your arms around yourself, it is cold and he doesn’t know why you picked that dress. You look stupid in this weather.

–

You are stupid.

Your eyes are searching around the room, palms rubbing your shoulders as you try your hardest to find an excuse to no longer entertain the man in front of you.

You don’t know why you thought it was a good idea. All you wanted to do was to get anything from him, a reaction even. It’s petty but it’s enough to make you sleep a little better at night. You were supposed to come here with a plan but now everything seems so hazy, the plan you’d set was getting more difficult to follow through with all the noise and commotion, the cork popping out of nowhere added to it. You knew tonight there was a possibility you would see him, despite that, to the last second before you walked in; you were still reaching for the possibility you wouldn’t be there. But alas, he was. He sat on a bar stool, phone in hand as he nursed a bottle of beer. You catch yourself staring, immediately, you look away. Unbeknownst to you, if you had stared any longer you wouldn’t be the only one caught.

Now there’s a hand on your back–you’re uncomfortable but you brought this upon yourself and your plan seemed to not have been working because Erling is nowhere near the bar you last saw him in, the bar you're now sat in. If your plan didn’t work, embarrassingly enough, you should at least safely back away from it. So with your remaining pride, you turn, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

The guy that’s bothering you isn’t bad looking, that’s the reason why you seized the opportunity to use him…in a way– You can’t even comprehend what you’re doing, the flush of your cheeks only turning redder.

There’s hands on your hips this time, and it irritates you even more. “Come on, we can go to my car-”

“I-I’m sorry, Aaron-”

“It’s Arnold,” He corrects,

“Yeah,um, I’m…I don’t-” This guy, despite your obvious discomfort, still finds reason to let his hand wander closer to the string of your top. “Can you not do that?” You push at his chest, enough to push him back a little along with his hands falling off you, his drunken steps already uncoordinated to begin with. His face is shocked for a second before his face twists into something distrustful. He walks over, his cold grip is on you, tugging you closer by the wrists, your hands tremble slightly.

“I was being really patient with you.” He smells of whiskey and other alcohol, the tightness on your arm makes you want to vomit all the more.

There’s a presence behind you, it’s warm and familiar but it causes your throat to close up.

The stranger in front of you cranes his neck a bit to look Erling in the eyes, you can see how his shifted, a lot more frantic and a lot less confident. “Ah, So you’re the big lad?”

Erling stares him down, “Leave or I’ll throw you out myself.”

Your eyes are wide, unblinking but soon you let out a breath when Arron–Arnold leaves. But you don’t turn around. In fact you’re looking down at your shoes, leaning against the bar when you start feeling a lot more dizzy.

Erling doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what came over him to be so hostile, but he’s glad he did. He saw the trouble looked on your face while you were trying to squirm around from that…ick. He’s mad at the guy but he’s also mad at you for even selling yourself short like that, he didn’t understand why. It made his mind race just thinking about the numerous things he could’ve done to that guy if you weren’t watching. He hated how that man thought he had any right to just touch you like that, it made him sick. But he also knew he didn’t have a right to be mad that anyone else touched you, even looked at you aside from him, the final thought stops him in his place.

He has a lot of things to say. But he doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t know if he should look at you, or if he should wait till you say anything at all. From where he stood he could see from above your head since you were sat, looking down and picking at your nails. He knows you’re ignoring him, so with a huff he spins you in the bar stool, the motion causing your head to as well. You’re frozen in your seat, the thoughts running in your head multiplying its weight even more.

You’re contemplating to yourself; the least you can do is look at him, he saved you after all, right? From something that you did to yourself, you recall. Again, it’s both your eyes, staring like it's the first time you've seen each other. They meet, it’s pulling and it soothes you( regretfully so) that he’s here. In front of you. But you hate him. You hate how you know they soften when you look back at him because he does it without knowing, dating back to when you were much younger.

Erling thinks you look the most beautiful like this, wide eyed and vulnerable. He knows that it's bad that he likes you to be but to him, it’s more than that. You look so fragile, you’re precious and it kills him knowing that you are reckless and made out of glass. This is the closest he’s been to you in weeks, this is the closest both of you have been in weeks. He wants to hold you but he can barely graze your fingers, you want to push him but you also want to get closer till you’re pressed against each other.

None of you say anything, it’s just a staring contest waiting for the first one who blinks–buckles and gives in. Last time it was him, this time it was you. Your mouth opens and closes, you look down at your knees again, it’s mute for a while till your voice echoes out finally, dry and shaky.

“He–I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry,” You apologize, he doesn’t know for what; he isn’t sure, but his face twists. “I just thought it would be a good idea since you…” There are tears that are brimming your eyes, overwhelmed with humiliation and him just being there. It makes your voice crack but you swallow, Erling doesn’t miss it. “I’m glad you were here.”

Again, silence from both of you. You expect him to reprimand you, call you stupid like he always does, maybe throw in a joke about how you don’t think before you act but he’s putting his hand on your wrist, lifting it to himself carefully. “You want some ice on this?”

The crescent shapes on your wrists are now puffy and red, you wince at the sight. “I’ll manage. The bartenders are out right now so I don’t…” Your voice fades when you spot Erling digging his hand in a crystal glass, barely fitting three fingers in. He takes the largest ice in the lot, his fingers wet and cold. Your breath hitches when the ice touches your skin, it’s messy and sensual yet also gentle. Your eyes finally find the courage to look at him. He’s closer to you now and you are quiet yet again, both focused on your wrist as he drags the ice on your skin. “It’s dripping, Haaland.”

The hand holding yours is tense as those words slipped your mouth but he continues to smooth over skin as the ice melts, shrinking by the minute. “It’s okay, it’s not like I’m returning the ice, right? Besides, you’ve had enough to drink tonight.”

You shift in your seat, he’s still focused on your wrist. “I can handle my alcohol fine, thank you very much.” The tone you set is more stern this time, the ice dripping on the furnished floor was just cooling your heated skin at this point.

“You were two minutes away from getting into something horrible?”

“Oh and you’re so good with self restraint.”

“What?” Now he looks at you with his brows knitted, Erling’s thrown off by the distance. You’re really close, too close that he has to back up even if he wants you closer.

“What is this…?” You whisper. He’s paused, searching your eyes. “You’re nice to me when it’s convenient then leave when you regret me?”

“I–”

“You didn’t even call, you just left. Do you even remember anything from that night. I fucking gave myself to you. I wanted to. Doesn’t that mean anything?” The words spilled out your mouth, ironic how you talk about self restraint.

It might’ve been the alcohol talking, or maybe it was really you unraveling. You wait, desperate for any exchange of words from him, that would be more than he can say in the weeks you haven’t heard his voice.

But he’s silent, staring at you trying to find the right words but they’re all caught in his throat. You’re the only person that can get him like this.

“Do you really have nothing to say?” You wait, truly wait , desperate. You wait until your eyes are watering, you aren’t crying, you tell yourself; it’s like that because you haven't blinked. You wait until it feels like it’s just the two of you in the room and the commotion dies out in your ears. There’s a sigh you left out despite it having to fight itself from passing through your closing throat. The tightness in your chest is there again, and so are the tears that were brimming your eyes only this time you fight to keep them in. For a minute you search for your handbag, silently wishing that if you stalled just a little longer maybe Erling would say something, do anything. But he’s just watching you. There’s a churning in your stomach that makes you feel humiliated and for the last time you promise yourself that you’re done with finding conflict in silence.

Your reach for the black handbag, finally spotting it on the chair behind you, tugging your left hand that’s still in his grip. “You can let go now, the ice melted.” There's nothing behind your voice but your heart feels like bursting. His lips part slightly but you ignore it, you don’t want to let the light in your chest even flicker, to let him get your hopes up again.

You tug again but the grip he holds becomes tighter, you let out a frustrated noise, “What is it?”

“I love you.” You pause, it’s like the wind was knocked out of you.

Today felt like a contest of who could bring someone to a lack of words but you might just let him have this one. You stutter, “Erling you can’t just–”

“Love you?”

“Say that...” He tries to argue but you cut him off, “You can’t just give me hope because you feel like this now then be unsure the next day-”

Tugging again, he's holding on– you're stagnant. “On your mum’s birthday I upset you and it was the first time I saw you cry for something that wasn’t shallow.” You’re offended and confused, before you interject you stop yourself wanting to hear what he says.

“I knew I was the reason you were crying in the first place and I knew I hurt you and it–I hated knowing I did that to you. That was the first time you were ever close to me too then you left and all I wanted was to be closer…to you.”

His fingers pad through the vein of your wrist and dragging up to your palm, he holds it like he’s holding the world. You both observe, his hand was much larger than yours. “I wanted to be close to you then, and I still do. Despite the amount of times I’ll do the opposite; I wanted you, I think I always will”

You swallow thickly, “I hate you.” He knows you mean your words, so does he. He reaches for your face, guiltily you lean into him. “It’s your fault I’m here, you know.”

“I know, I’m stupid.”

“No–like, I did this to get you here, but it didn’t work out. Sort of. I wanted to get you’re– I wanted attention, okay?” You admit bashfully, head bumping on his chest. He laughs whole heartedly.

“Oh? You wore this for me too?” His hand left yours only to travel to your back. It’s cold and you puff your chest out with a gasp. It drags across your spine, he watches your reaction with deep eyes and a smirk. You may be able to get inside his head, but he can mess up yours even for just a second.

“Erling, people will see.” In his grip you squirm, pressed against him. He doesn’t really know if people would, since it’s hard to see the edge of the bar from the main area. He did only spot you here because he searched specifically for you, and if people actually did, he could care less.

“So you only want me to show you?” You look up at him, doe-eyed and nervous with a touch of excitement. He’s closer to your ear, his breath is warm but it sends goosebumps to your skin. He repeats, “Do you want me to show you?”

–

You took a taxi to your home, this time he’s the one who’s more aware. It was awkward at first when you both walked into your flat, knowing that it didn’t hold a good record for any memories you shared together in it. With a reassuring smile, you let him in. The tension is thawed when he bumps himself in one of the arches on the ceiling. You laugh at him and he groans, holding a palm over his temple. You didn’t have ice but you had a cooling eye mask for him to hold on his head while you sat him on your couch. You’re about to walk into your room to change when his hand holds onto yours, refusing to let you leave so easily.

Instantly, you try to argue but his fingers are slowly pulling at the ribbon that ties your top up. He looks up at you waiting for any kind of disapproval but his restraint crumbles when he sees your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Can you turn around?” Erling opened his legs wide enough so you could slot yourself between them and like he requested, you turned with your back facing him. His touches are barely on your skin, but it set your body on fire. Like a present he unravels you, you feel the laces graze your back. “Let it go, baby.” Erling refers to your hands clutching the top to your chest, hesitantly you do. He guides your arm to spin you back to him, and he looks at you with blue eyes that still look bright in the dark.

You’re shy over his gaze, eyes looking anywhere but him. Erling lays a kiss on your navel, hands inching the remains of your dress hanging lowly on your hips till the material drops on the ground. You gasp when he pecks your breast, mouth lingering on the flesh while he’s looking up at you. His breath is hot on your chest, “ Don’t act all shy on me now…” You look down at him, chest heaving as you watch him suck slow wet kisses till he reaches your other breast. Your lip might just cut if you hold onto it longer so with release, you let out a small whimper when he kneads your ass.

He’s venal now that you’re bare, he knows your body from every dip to every curve. Erling sits up a little, you help him out of his shirt, discarding the fabric on the ground. Backing up on the couch, he holds the back of your legs, inviting you to himself.

You settle on his lap, your knickers rubbing against his tensed thighs. Impatiently you grind to rile him up, the hands on your waist tighten, you can feel how hard he was from the action alone. His jaw locks, and his nose flares; He won’t last long, he knows it.

Your smile however leaves as soon as it arrives. Roughly, Erling manhandles you thigh before jerking his knee up and down, your clip rubbing on your thin underwear and the denim of his pants. It was his turn to smile, watching as you came undone on his knee, his hands moving you against him. Your moans are small and your hips are rolling on his leg at his mercy. It’s stickier by each stroke but you don’t want to come, not yet. You try to hold it in till you’re pushing at his chest, he knows what you’re doing. You feel dread wash over you. The lamp in your living room is bright enough for Erling to get a glimpse of your knickers being swallowed between your cunt, swollen and glistening with slick.

“I’m– please, please go easy– Not yet–” Your words bubble into a moan when his thumb finds your clit, you have no choice but to grind back, folding for him.

“You like this, no? Getting off on my thigh and begging. Do you even know what you are begging for? ” He humors himself looking at your fucked out eyes, his thumb unfaltering. Your hips are erratic, falling into Erling with your head between his neck and his bare shoulder, your little moans are pitiful, almost panting with each ‘ah’ that escaped you.

“Can I? Please? I wanna, I wanna cum.” He urges you to keep grinding with his other hand on your waist, his knee now jerking up your cunt again, chasing your release for you.

“You think you deserve it?” he caresses your jaw, your neck already sweating. You whimper into his neck, babbling nonsense. “So good for me…” He mumbles, supposedly to himself but you hear it. It makes you flutter even more, grinding even harder onto him.

He feels your wetness seep into his skin, he hears you getting even more vocal now and before you reach the pinnacle of that relief, he stops moving altogether. You whine, and he coos at you, brushing the hair on your face. “Poor baby…”

You sink on him, shoving his arm lightly with a weak fist. “You fucking suck.” Your voice is muffled on him, he laughs– it makes you giggle, and it almost removes the ache on your core.

“Thought you didn’t want to come?” You scoff at his playful tone while he’s busy adjusting you till you straddle him, it’s more comfortable. On both of you. Less tension. You're both closer, your arms wrapping around his neck instead of just hanging loosely but your head’s still in the same place only this time your entire weight is on him. He hears you let out a deep breath, ”You okay?” He asks, planting a soft kiss on your hair.

You nod, returning the kiss on his lips. There’s nothing else he needed to hear, it was more either of you could say. From what was slow, deep, loving kisses turned into a needier and sloppier exchange. You’re on top of him, hands pulling at his hair causing him to groan in your mouth. His tongue swipes on your lips, before trailing his kisses on your neck and sucking. Your back arches into him while his teeth leave a love bite on the skin of your shoulder, he wants to devour you almost.

Erling’s pants are discarded at this point, your underwear now lying somewhere in the dark of your living room, you’ll see it in the morning, probably.

Erling groans in you ear, “Just like that.” Your legs are tense, slowly lowering yourself on the man under you. He’s soothing your sides as you lower yourself. With all your grit, you bottom out the rest of his size, breathing through your teeth and whimpering. “Such a good girl.”

He sees the expression on your face, brows knitted like you’re struggling to even breathe. He helps you raise your hips halfway off his cock, you blow a breath before sliding back down, a moan slips from your throat and Erling groans at the sight of your cunt swallowing him. It’s slow at first until you find your rhythm, rising and taking his cock in you over and over again until your legs feel like giving out. “Erling, I need– mmnh– help.”

You’re slowing down and Erling rushes to take over on your behalf. The change in pace is instant considering the difference in your stamina, Erling obviously being the one more fit. He’s barreling into you from under, it leaves you breathless for a second until you’re moaning loudly and holding onto him. You want to say something, tell him how good he’s making you feel but any sound you make turns into a moan or a whimper. He’s more vocal now, more breathy. You reach for his face till you finally meet in a kiss, it’s sloppy and foiled, moaning into each other’s mouths.

His fingers drag higher up the side of your waist then he pushes it forward to meet his hips. The angle is new but it sets something in you. Your cry out into his lips and break the kiss, your nails dragging from his hair to his back. There’s a shadow on your abdomen with a slight bulge, it sends his ego completely through the roof. His hips buck into you much faster, you feel his hand drag from your side to your navel, than lower–flat against where the pudge on your tummy ends and presses down. You shudder, knees trying to close on his lap but his legs are spreading you open. He’s rolling his hips into you, he wants it deeper. Your palms lay flatly on his chest as a sign of surrender, you’re whispering praises into the air when he starts fucking you faster. The couch had probably been ruined with how wet you were, he could hear it from how loud your skin slapped against each other. You meet him for another kiss, “I need to cum, Please.”

“Just a little longer, love.” He begs, equally as lost as you. The pet name doesn’t slip your ears. “You’ve been so good for me, just a little longer, yeah?” His words are hot and breathy on your ear, chasing for his own release as his hips grow even more erratic. You underestimated his stamina completely. You feel like a ragdoll, but to Erling it’s erotic the way you just let him do anything to you when you’re fucked out, holding onto for dear life.

You know he’s about to cum when he’s groaning even more in your ear, hips bucking deeper and faster. You’re already overstimulated holding in your release, your tears spill on the corner of your eye. You’re aching at this point, mewl in the air. “Cum in me, Erling. Please– Let me, I wanna cum… I wanna cum too.” Meeting his hips this time, you’re both getting more and more impatient, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

“Fuck–” He catches your lips as you cry, bringing you to your orgasm, finally. You spasm on top of him , gasping shakily when he spills inside of you, feeling more full than ever, his cock still sliding in and out of you until you both ride out your highs.

You flail on top of him, tired and used up. You both were. His hands are running up and down your back soothingly, you don’t even question it. You lay with your ear on his chest, his heart beating faster now that it's more intimate, a part you wishes he’d known yours is doing the same.

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The next morning your legs feel empty when you’re trying to get up from your bed. Erling brought you there after cleaning you up but you’d still felt messy in the morning. Nervously, you turn to see if he was still there. Warmth washes over you when you’re met with his blonde hair and his bare back. Knowing he’s asleep, you try your best to leave him quietly but he feels the dip of the bed when you swing your legs out of the covers. His eyes pry open, you don’t miss the quirk of his lips. Good morning, he says. You’re blushing just looking at him and you don’t know why.

He follows you to the shower, you tell him you’re sore so he opts for just making out with you. He can’t keep his hands off you anymore after that, always chasing to grab your hand if you’re about to leave his side.

You cook breakfast, he helps you clean up, you have sex. His hands are greedy and everywhere, making up for lost time. You’re back to your bed, laying on his chest with your body between his legs, his fingers running up and down your arm. When his hand reaches yours he lifts it to himself and gives you a kiss on your knuckles. You’ve seen each other naked but it’s these things that make you blush.

“Come to my next game.” He says, out of nowhere. It’s silent aside from both your heavy breathing but you’re also taken aback.

“What..? like in public?” Your eyes flutter up at him, watching as he stays fixed gazing on the ceiling.

“Well yeah- unless you don’t... If you don’t want to, it's fine.” There’s a surge of worry that takes over his eyes. You adjust in your place to meet his eyes, this is probably the only time you’ll ever be taller than him, you think to yourself.

Now you’re straddling him, he can’t help but look your way. “You want me to go?” Again, you’re surprised trying to see if he was sure of himself.

“That’s why I’m asking, you arse.” In turn he pinches your bum weakly, you squeal and smack his chest, he laughs in turn.

“You’re all about admitting to things lately, I’m enjoying it.” Erling rolls his eyes when you present him with a cheeky grin.

“Sometimes I get cocky, I have to humble myself more often.” You’re staring again–you do it a lot, but only for him.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, “I love you too,” You admit. He didn’t expect you’d say it back, he said it yesterday because it’s how he felt but it catches him off guard. He’s about to say it too when you meet his lips with a sweet kiss. It’s you and him, always is, always was.

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a/n: THE RENT IS LONG DUE. Here's part 2. I really wanted to do it justice considering how long everyone who's waiting has waited and how you all enjoyed it so much. I'll be back writing and feel free to send requests. I READ EVERY ANON. The other requests I've received but couldn't get to in time, I decided to incorporate the elements they wanted into the story. Again, Thank you if you waited, and if you didn't READ IT. It's for you, obviously. The people who's been sending their best wishes in my asks you have been my no.1 motivation to finishing this. I often think about all of you, love you lots! taglist: @urmotheris @o0itsjustme0o @fictional-l0v3r @erling9haaland @erlscity @l3t-it-out @youknowyoulovemeb @sailurmewn

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