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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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gruzinhaaland · 5 months

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szobo and haaland 😭❤️

#dominik szoboszlai #erling haaland #haaland #man city #lfc

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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

A/N: As I usually say: ERLING BRAINROT. I can’t stop writing for this man, I’m ABSOLUTELY in love with him. Thank you SO MUCH!!! for 800 followers. Feedback is always appreciated! Love you always xx

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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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dreamonseems · 1 year

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hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿

maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶

Baby's Wish

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.

I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓

Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.

Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.

Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.

Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.

But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.

It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.

Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.

However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.

Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.

"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.

Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.

With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.

Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.

As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.

And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.

Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.

"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.

Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.

Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.

Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.

"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.

Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.

With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.

As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.

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femme4ngel · 1 year

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can you pleaseee do a story about haaland being insecure about something while looking at himself in the mirror and y/n enters the room and comforts him then they end up making out

i hv an exam tomorrow but this inspired me hope u like it <3

erling haaland x fem reader

it wasn’t like him to feel down at all. usually he felt full of power and confidence, he believed in himself and couldn’t care less about what others said about him. he was the strong, norwegian viking after all.

but today was different and you noticed it. he did poorly in the match and although city still won, he’s rating was low and his failed shots were posted all over the internet. you felt his sadness and disappointment, the way he walked out of the changing room, the way his usual bright smile faded away. he could take all the criticism about the way he played, he could take it when it was about his talent or the lack of it, but he couldn’t deal with criticism about his looks. you told him not to go on instagram, to not open comments but he couldn’t stop himself. he sat in the changing room for a good 30 minutes scrolling nonstop, every rude comment, every mean word about his face seeping into his mind. he suddenly felt small and uncomfortable in his own skin, and all he craved was your touch and kind words. you noticed immediately as he walked besides you on your way to the car, his fingers holding tightly onto yours, his golden hair laying on his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the floor. he needed soft touches and sweet words whispered into his ears, a hug and kisses all over his cheeks.

and you knew exactly how to make him feel better, how to make the sad pout disappear from his face.

- hey baby what about a bath when we get home? i got a new bathbomb yesterday, its strawberry and vanilla scented. - you look over at him in the car, his eyes are sad and his fingers viciously gripping the wheel but he seems to like your idea a lot, his face lighting up, his cheeks blushing.

you took baths together whenever either of you was feeling down, the bubbles, the relaxation of the warm water and the closeness of your bodies cheering you up instantly. so as soon as you get home you tell him to go and get out of his clothes and wait for a little in the bedroom while you start the bath and collect all the stuff you want to put into it. you eventually gather all of your things, and with the bathbombs and gels in your hand return to the bedroom. you find your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, theres a frustrated look spreading across his beautiful features, his eyebrows are furrowed. he looks like he might start crying and you feel your heart breaking by the sight. you walk up to him, hugging him from behind, your smaller frame disappearing into his. your fingers are running up and down on his torso, caressing his skin, drawing circles on his waist. your cheek is resting against his back, hes warm and he smells like him. like erling, like soap and grass and his lingering parfume. you want him to know how beautiful he is, how his touch lights your skin up, how his eyes mesmerize you, how it feels to call him yours.

- can we take the bath and then watch a dumb movie? im so tired, im sorry..- he asks, theres some shame in his voice as he stares at his reflection.

- of course baby, lets go, i think the water is already perfect.- you grab his hand as you guide him to the bathroom, holding him close and tight, wanting to show him how beautiful he truly is.

#football imagines #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland #haaland #haaland imagine #erling håland #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland smut #haaland x reader #erling haaland x reader

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threelionsgirl · 19 days

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my borussian heart is crying

#omg i love them so much 😭😭😭#borussia dortmund #real madrid #jude bellingham #erling haaland #haaland #manchester city #champions league

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i0veless · 1 year

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➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "PLEASE haaland headcanons or a daring erling haaland imagine" your wish is my command hope you like it - also double update who dis ]

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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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impossibleladyobservation · 26 days

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how cute

#erling haaland #man city #haaland #manchester city

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holygrailimagines · 1 year

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Never Have I Ever

Summary: Erling Haaland X Reader, SMUT!!

“Never have I ever…naughty edition?!” He reads the title of a little black box, laughing hysterically. You quickly turn your head, looking at him from the kitchen. You run towards him in the living room, attempting to snatch the dirty drinking game from his hand. He continues to laugh, raising the box above your head. You reached as high as you could, ignoring the fact that you would never be able to reach it from his grasp.

“Why do you have this?” He asks, still laughing at this discovery.

“For girls’ night,” you say, finally giving up on retrieving the box, “now give it to me please.” You say, putting out your hand. He places the game on your palm with a cheeky smile.

“How come we’ve never played?” He asks. You roll your eyes, “Uh, maybe because you're not a girl.” He scoffs, watching as you return the box back into the drawer it belonged in. Erling was over at your place to watch the most recent episode of The Last of Us. Ever since the first episode came out, the two of you had a mutual agreement to watch it together.

“Do girls actually play games like that?” Erling asks his billionth question about the game, following you back into the kitchen. You take out the wine glasses you had previously been looking for, Erling still hot on your heels as you walk back into the living room.

“Yes, yes we do,” you sigh, unamused by his curiosity. You place the glasses gently on the coffee table, the wine bottle already there.

“Can we please play?” He asks, placing his hands together in a begging manner. You roll your eyes, why did he care so much about some stupid drinking game?

“Erling, the episode starts in thirty minutes.” You say, trying your best to change the subject he was dwelling on. “Yeah, thirty minutes,” he says, implying that it was plenty of time.

“If we play one round, will you please shut up?” You finally cave in. He cheers, going back and digging into the drawer you had just placed the game in. You pour the wine in the glasses and sit back on the couch, smiling at his excitement. He sits beside you, holding the box in both hands. He opens it, revealing the pile of white cards. You hand him his glass before plucking one out with your fingers, turning it to read the question.

“Never have I ever sent a nude pic?” You look up at him, not surprised by the sip he took from his wine.

“Do I have to take a sip for every person I sent one to?” He asks, smirking as you giggle.

“We’d be here all day,” You reply, laughing even harder. It was his turn now; he ran his finger up and down the pile before he finally chose one. His eyes scan the question, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Never have I ever had an orgasm?” He asks and you feel yourself go red. He looks up, his smirk falling instantly as he realizes you’re not taking a sip.

“No way! Really?” He asks, shocked by this revelation. This made you feel even worse. You shake your head no, confirming your lack of sexual experience.

“I mean…not even from yourself?” He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes glancing towards your hands. Your eyes widen and you snatch the box from him.

“Okay, we’re done now.” You say, shoving the box back into the drawer for the second time tonight. Erling doesn’t say anything, watching you intently as you sit back down on the couch. The two of you just sat there for a few seconds on the opposite ends of the couch, not saying anything.

“It’s okay if you haven’t had-”

“Please, can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You quickly interrupt him. It felt so silly, being so upset over your lack of orgasms. Erling wasn’t sure what to do, his mind racing through what to say next.

“You know, I’ve helped a lot of women with the same problem.” He says trying to lighten the mood. You roll your eyes, not amused by his attempt to make you feel better.

“Do you want me to help you?” He asks, but something about his tone was different. It was deeper and huskier. You look over at him, trying to find a trace of sarcasm in his demeanor. Instead, you were greeted by his lustful gaze. You felt your core heat up, arousal spreading through your veins. You sat there for a few seconds, debating what the next move was. You bite your lip before nodding your head. Erling smirks, sliding himself to your side of the couch. You face him entirely, your legs on top of his lap. His fingers toying with the hem of your pajama pants.

“Let me take this off for you,” He offers. You nod as he grabs the waistband, sliding them off your legs. You bring your knees up and spread your legs in response. His eyes instantly land on your clothed cunt, already soaking wet. He bites his bottom lip, his cock growing harder at the sight. You feel yourself go red and quickly close your legs.

Erling looks back at you, placing his large hands on either knee, “you want me to help, don’t you?” He asks. You nod, relaxing a bit from his warm touch.

“Good,” he mutters under his breath before gently spreading your knees apart. He skillfully removes your panties, the cold air making you shiver. Erling had to fight back every urge to remove his own clothing and slam his aching cock inside you. He reaches for one of your hands, bringing it up to your face.

“Lick your fingers, Y/N.” He instructs. You wrap your lips around two of your fingers, staring straight into Erling’s soul. He lets out a low groan, visualizing how your lips would look wrapped around his pulsating dick. You release your fingers, wet and glistening with your saliva. He brings your hand down to your core, placing two fingers on your clit. You gasp, already feeling immense pleasure from the light touch.

“Rub in circles,” he instructs again, releasing his grip from your wrist. You bite your lip, tracing circles on the bundle of nerves. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, getting higher in pitch as you quickened your pace.

“That’s good,” Erling whispers to you as he watches intently, palming himself through his sweatpants. You were in so much pleasure, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. Maybe it was the fact that your walls kept clenching on absolutely nothing. You quickly stop, Erling stopping with you.

“I think I need you inside me.” You quickly say Erling stares deep into your eyes before quickly stripping his sweatpants and boxers off. His hard cock sprung out, veins prominent and precum spilling from the tip. You remove your tank top, your nipples already hard with arousal. He crawls on top of you, placing your legs over his shoulders. He groans, pumping himself a few times, before ramming inside you. You moan loudly at the intrusion, your walls tightening around his girth. He plants his palms on either side of your head, his pace becoming brutal and quick. You hold onto your tits, squeezing them as his cock gets deeper and deeper inside you.

“Do what I told you to do.” He grunted. You quickly bring your fingers up to your lips, licking them before using them to pleasure yourself even more. Erling looks at your tits, enjoying how they bounced with each harsh thrust. He then stares down at your cunt, watching as your fingers lazily rubbed circles on your clit. You can’t even control the noises coming from your mouth. Erling groans and grunts, his balls smacking against your sore cunt. You feel a knot begin to tighten in your core.

“I think I’m coming,” you let out and Erling leans closer to you, his lips tickling your ear.

“Then do it,” He grips your hips, fucking into you faster than before. You hold onto the back of his neck, gripping his hair tightly. His tip grazes that sweet spot inside you and that's all you need. You let out a cry, the knot coming undone as your whole-body quivers and shakes. Erling pulls out, pumping himself wildly. He grunts as his cum spills onto your bare chest. You bite your bottom lip, trying to regain control of your body again.

When you finally do, you look up to see Erling passing you your wine glass, “take a sip.”

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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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mentalbaddiex · 11 days

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stop tryna kiss & focus on the game

#jude bellingham #la liga #bellingham #jude #jude victor willliam bellingham #real madrid #rmcf #rma #erling haaland #haaland

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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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gruzinhaaland · 5 months

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me and girlies hanging out

#erling haaland #haaland #rodri #cancelo #foden #??#man city

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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casual | e.h

Summary: While you’re enjoying a casual situationship with a wonderful guy, accepting that at the end of the day you're just friends, people around you insist in the fact that you’re both in love with each other. But that’s nonsense, Erling isn’t in love with you... Right?

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“Baby, you know I can be there in two days if you want me to, you know that? I have no problem.” The soft tone Erling was using made you smile while you took your shoes off.

“Erling, it’s alright. I know you’re away for work... We can hang out when you come back.” You knew he wasn't physically present in the room, but just hearing his voice through the phone gave you goosebumps. “Don't worry, I'll miss you like crazy while you're away.”

You meant it as a joke... At least partly.

Not too long ago you were hugging and kissing him goodbye, wishing him good luck on his next match and saying how sorry you were for missing the opportunity to go with him; despite all of that, you already missed his scent and his arms around you, regretting not accepting his late invitation.

“I know you will.” His cocky tone made you smile even more. “Make sure to watch the game, I'll score a goal just for you.”

It was a stupid joke, but it made your stomach explode with millions of butterflies. How couldn't you feel excited when he said things like that?

“Just one?” You laughed. “That’s a bit dissapointing coming from the top striker himself.”

His laugh was everything you were waiting for. It was sweet and relaxing. God, I miss him.

“Well, okay little miss. I’m going to do my best and score at least three goals for you. Mark my words.”

“We’ll see, Erling.”

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“You? Watching football?” The voice of Eve, your roommate, startled you.

“God, you scared me!” You shouted, throwing a pillow at her.

She avoided the hit with ease, staring at you with her typical look of “I know what you’re doing”, making you feel immediately flustered.

“What?” It was better to play dumb than to admit anything in front of her. You knew how she worked; the subject wouldn’t be dropped in at least five months.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. Watching football at six p.m instead of Youtube or something more suited to your taste?” She sat beside you, paying attention to the screen. “Of course, there he is.”

Against your survival instincts, you turned to the TV screen without shame, smiling a bit when you saw Erling’s serious expression while warming up with his teammates. He looked so focused and professional that you couldn’t resist the urge to stare at him and feel proud of where he’s standing.

“And... Are you wearing his jersey?” That obvious detail didn’t escape your friend, who took the fabric of the shirt between two fingers, letting you know how fun the whole situation was. “You’re such a simp.”

“Oh, shut up.” You barked, feeling your cheeks warmer and warmer by the minute. “It’s for good luck.”

And it was true. Since the day you stole and wore one of Erling’s shirts to watch the game at home, ManCity always had a good performance and he scored at least two goals per game.

“And! Football is interesting once you get the hold of it. It’s not just sweaty men running after a ball.” You leaned against the sofa, deciding to ignore the cheeky smile on your friend’s face. “Stop looking at me like that. You rather stay and watch or stop judging me and leave.” You weren’t serious and she knew that, but that didn’t stop her from acting offended.

“How dare you!” She pushed your shoulder, laughing. “It’s not my fault you’re so in love with your boyfriend.”

The words froze you in place, feeling awkward for a long moment, only interrupted by the sound of the game starting. You watched Erling’s figure move around the pitch, chasing any clear opportunity to get a hold of the ball. Your mind wandered for a few minutes, going between his performance, how good the team was doing and your roommate’s words.

“He’s not my boyfriend...” You finally said, taking a deep breath. It was strange, you felt a bit wrong after saying the words... Like you were betraying Erling with them.

“Come on, babe. I’m your friend, I know you.” Eve’s tone was soft when she responded, looking at your profile with a serious expression. “And it’s okay to be in love, especially with him. He’s a very nice person, and treats you the way you deserve.”

“I know he does...” Before you could say anything else, the game dynamic changed suddenly, leaving a very obvious opportunity for Erling to score. Your hands grabbed the end of the sofa with force, almost shouting towards the screen. For a second, time froze and then he scored his first goal of the night, running to one of the cameras. He looked directly at it, kissing one finger that was wrapped in white tape three times before making a heart with his hands and smiling. Almost immediately, teammates like De Bruyne and Alvaréz hugged him, taking him away from the camera.

A big smile crept to the surface of your face, making it almost impossible to pretend anything else than happiness. You touched the ring that was on the same finger as Erling’s, feeling extremely pleasured by the fact that he was wearing it today. Just for you.

“You were saying?”

“Shut up...” You said after a few seconds, not wanting to admit anything just yet. The idea of being in love with Erling was so new yet so familiar... “God, I’m screwed.”

Eve responded with a long laugh. And every time Erling scored again, doing the same ritual, you felt like passing out from the whole new set of emotions running inside you.

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“Oh my god! This is so exciting!” Claire snuggled Eve’s shoulder, looking extremely happy about our conversation’s subject. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for this since the beginning of time.”

“Oh, please!” You laughed between words, taking a short sip of the drink you got a few minutes ago. “It’s still new and I haven’t wrapped up my mind around the whole thing.”

“Of course you haven’t.” Eve said, looking beyond entertained while nursing her own coffee. “You have been so busy denying your feelings that now you don’t even know how to see your “situationship” with him as an actual relationship.”

You hated the fact that she was 100% correct about every single word that left her mouth.

Being aware of your deep romantic feelings for the most amazing guy you’d ever met was difficult. You were scared beyond words, especially of how he would react if you ever confessed them to him.

“I hate it when you show how much you actually know me.” You replied, sighing under your breath. “How do I even tell him something like this?”

“What do you mean?” Claire looked confused for a second, burrowing her eyebrows. “He’s obviously in love with you too. It won’t be too complicated... I think he’s just afraid to ask you to be his girlfriend.” She came a bit closer, biting her lip with a tiny smile. “Between you and me? I’m sure he’s just assuming you guys are a couple already.”

Eve nodded along, looking at you like it was dangerously obvious.

“I mean...” She started, taking a big sip of coffee before continuing. “You two travel together, you spend most of the month at his house, half your clothes are at his place; you guys share jewelry, share the same type of shoes for the fun of it, you own half the ManCity’s jersey collection, not to mention that every time you can, you attend his matches. For God’s sake! You spent last Christmas at Norway with his family!”

“Well, when you say it like that...” Your blush was so intense. Hearing your friend listing all the obvious things that made the two of you a couple made you feel beyond stupid for not noticing earlier.

“Just wait and see, darling.” Claire said after a while. Her eyes seemed to hide something and you felt like the two of them were beginning to plot something.

But the scaring part was what could it be...

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It’s been a few days since the little chat with the girls at the cafe, which made even more difficult to find the way of processing your feelings for Erling.

He was back in Manchester, making you forget about the bundle of nerves permanently installed in your stomach; strange as it may seem, being with him made everything else going on in your head easier. But now that time of peace was over, mostly because your birthday was around the corner and he was beyond excited to celebrate it. You didn’t know why, but you got the feeling of something being happening within the next few hours.

You opened your eyes suddenly, feeling disoriented for a couple of seconds before realizing you were at Erling’s house. His warm figure embraced you from behind, making you smile widely.

You were spending your birthday with him since the beginning of the day. What else could you ask for?

You could tell he was still sleeping, so you tried to shuffle from his arms as quietly as possible just to check the time, but it was impossible. Within seconds, he was awake as well, kissing your temple and hugging you tightly.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” His voice was raspy; music to your ears.

“Good morning, sir.” You turned, looking at him with a wide smile. He looked sleepy and adorable. Ignoring your smelly breaths, you gave him a tiny peck before sitting, making him follow you along. “I need to wash my face.”

“We.” Was all he said, hugging you one more time before stepping out of the bed.

You made a long pause, just admiring his bare back and how his muscles flexed with the tiniest of movements. God, he’s so fine.

You both brushed your teeth, washed your faces, and changed clothes in silence, enjoying a few hugs and kisses, all with multiple “happy birthdays” along the way. This is why you enjoyed so much your time with him; everything felt right and comfortable; he was your safe spot. He felt like home.

“Any plans, any wishes?” He asked when you both were at the kitchen table. “Ask me for anything today, I’ll give it to you.” You gave him a wicked smile in response, making him roll his eyes. “Very mature.”

“Of course I am. I’m super mature.” You took a bite off the apple you were having. “And as for the wish... Nothing special, maybe some books and crafty supplies.”

“You got it!”

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

As promised, the two of you spent most of the day driving around town, buying books, supplies and having lunch at one of your favorite cafeterias in town. It was a perfect day, which became even better when you received all the birthday wishes from your friends, family... and Erling’s family, most of them apologizing for not being able to be with you.

Today felt like such a special day, regardless of your birthday. You loved it.

“Now... Time to get ready for dinner.” Erling said as soon as you stepped inside the apartment.

“What do you mean? I thought we were having dinner here.”

“No, of course not. Come on, it’s your birthday. Let me treat you to dinner at some fancy restaurant.” He shrugged when you gave him a confused look. “It’s something people do, right? Let’s get ready!.”

He almost gave you a half-hearted push down the hallway, which was suspicious as it was. Erling never pressured you to do anything. He seemed... anxious.

But you got ready anyways; within an hour you took a shower, chose one of the very few dresses in your possession that were appropriate for a fancy place, and after a quick makeup session, you were ready to go.

“Are you telling me where are you going?” You finally said once the two of you were inside the car; the whole process of getting ready was in silence, but a different type of silence from earlier. Very odd.

“Nope, it’s a surprise. Be patient.” He traced figures on your skin with one of his fingers, looking directly at the street. You smiled a little bit, not wanting to put too much pressure. Maybe he just planned a romantic dinner and wanted it to be a surprise.

You were fine with that. You loved this man so much.

While you looked at him, you realized that it was the first time where you actually understood the depth of your feelings for him and admitted them.

“Erling?” You said after a while, holding the hand that was resting on your knee. You needed to tell him.

“Yes, baby?” He didn’t look away from the road, but you knew he was paying full attention. “We’re almost there.”

“Are we? Good.” Your mouth felt like sandpaper. Why were you feeling like a middle schooler about to confess her crush to someone? You wanted to scream the words, but they wouldn’t come out. It was frustrating.

So you waited until you were out of the car and walking towards the restaurant because suddenly the nerves were taking the best of you. Come on, you can do it! Don’t bitch out of it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Haaland?” The host asked as soon as you entered, making your heart skip a beat.

“Uhm...” Erling’s cheeks were bright red; he looked at you for a few seconds before nodding. “That would be us, yes.”

“Please follow me.” With every step the two of you took, Erling’s expression became more and more open, showing a mixture of nerves and excitement. You wondered why...

The host stopped next to a door that seemed to lead to a VIP zone. Both of your eyebrows arched when he opened it in silence and smiled before leaving with a small “Have a good evening.” You kept looking at Erling, stepping inside the room while trying to figure him out.

At first, you found odd that the room was completely dark, and one second later- the lights turned on, welcoming you with a bunch of flashes pointing directly at you from different angles. You almost screamed, but then you recognized Eve’s and Claire’s faces, Erling’s older siblings and his parents, along with many of your friends in common.

“Oh my god!” You shouted with a big smile, realizing it was a surprise party. “Honey!” When you turned to look at him, Erling flashed you the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face.

“Happy birthday.” He kissed you for a long moment, gaining a long cheer from your audience. “I’m glad you liked the surprise.”

You held his stare and then kissed him again, feeling like your heart could explode from all the love you were feeling at that exact moment.

“I love you.” You said, finally, after ending the kiss. You knew only he heard the words. His eyes went blank for a moment before he took your face between his hands, looking at you with a serious expression.

“You love me?” He asked like he couldn’t believe it. You nodded, smiling like an idiot. Oh, how much you loved him. “God.” He kissed you again, more lightly this time. “I love you too, so so much.”

Before you could reply, Eve appeared in front of you, smiling like the devilish girl she was.

“Come on, love birds. People are hungry.” She dragged you both toward the table; everyone was smiling and waiting for you to sit. You felt suddenly shy as Alfie gave you a knowing look.

“Oh, before I forget,” Erling said, taking one of your hands in his. You looked around, making sure that no one was paying special attention. “I thought it was time to upgrade that ring... So...” He shyly put a ring box on your palm. You stared at it, not knowing how to react. “It’s... It’s not like I’m asking you anything, I just wanted to get something nicer since I know you love rings... And you know, this pair we have it’s from my time in Dortmund, I figured maybe...”

“Erling.” You interrupted him, smiling even more at his nervousness. “Yes, to whatever you’re asking, my answer it’s going to be yes.”

“I- Good, I mean, thanks?” You both laughed at his own confusion, calling the attention of Claire, who smiled as well before turning around. “What I mean is... It’s not like an official thing but I want you to have it until we’re ready.”

“I love you, even with this awkward propose thing in the middle of a dinner.” You finally said, opening the box and letting your boyfriend put on the ring for you. It was beautiful and it almost made you cry.

You were so happy. You loved life and him, especially him. How could you ever been insecure about your relationship with him?

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hello, i want to request but i don't know if you write imagines where reader is pregnant or dad! erling. so please lmk🤍

Good Strong Viking Name

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Erling have their first baby.

Ok, I love this. I love dad, Erling. I myself want to have like 6 kids, so I love family fics, so I had such a fun time writing this.

During the last trimester of her pregnancy, Y/N found herself eagerly awaiting the arrival of her little bundle of joy. She had reached a point where her body was thoroughly exhausted and constantly in pain, making every day a struggle. Her swollen feet and hands resembled balloons, causing her great discomfort.

To make matters worse, her once petite frame had expanded to a size that made her appear as if she were carrying twins - an idea that had been ruled out during her prenatal checkups.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if the reason for her increased size was due to the baby's size, especially given that Erling, the father, was incredibly tall. Despite the discomfort and challenges she was facing, Y/N tried to stay positive and look forward to the day she would finally get to hold her little one in her arms.

Y/N was relishing in a relaxing bubble bath when she heard the front door open. She smiled to herself, knowing that her husband, Erling, had just arrived home from his training session. Suddenly, she saw him standing at the bathroom door, gazing at her in awe.

His eyes were filled with admiration for the little family they had created together, and he was brimming with excitement to meet their little one. Erling was proud of his beautiful wife for being so strong throughout the pregnancy, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to handle it if he was in her position.

When Y/N opened her eyes and saw Erling, she greeted him with a smile. "Hey, you're home," she said. Erling beamed in response, "I am. I just love watching you like this."

Y/N laughed and jokingly responded, "Let me give birth to this baby first before you put another one in me."

Erling approached the bathtub to help Y/N out, grabbing a towel to wrap around her.

"I definitely will put as many babies in you as you will let me. I want a whole football team," he teased, leaning down to give her a kiss.

He then lifted her up and walked them to their bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed and helped her dress.

After helping her dress up, "Can you go downstairs and grab my phone? It's in the kitchen," Y/N asked him.

"Of course, my love," Erling replied, eager to help.

As he made his way downstairs, Y/N felt something streaming down her legs. When she looked down, she noticed that her water had broken. Fear took over, and she began to panic, screaming for Erling to come quickly.

Erling raced up the stairs, his heart pounding with fear that something bad had happened. "My water broke," Y/N cried out, Erling himself started to panic, but he quickly stopped himself, knowing he needed to stay calm for both of them.

He quickly pulled out his phone, "I'll call the midwives."

"We are still a few weeks away from the due date," Y/N said, her voice shaking with fear.

Erling stopped and took her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. "Baby, calm down. Let's take a deep breath. I love you, and you're going to do great. You're strong, and you were born to do this. I'm here with you," he said, hoping to calm her down.

Y/N took a deep breath and felt her panic dissipate after hearing Erling's words. She knew that with his love and support, she could handle anything.

Y/N and Erling were excited and nervous for the home birth of their little one. They wanted to do things as naturally as possible and have all their loved ones there to support them in this vulnerable situation. They called their midwives and family members to join them in their living room, where the birthing pool was set up, and a safe and comfortable space was made for Y/N.

As Y/N's contractions became more intense and frequent, she got into the birthing pool and Erling held her close while the midwives encouraged her to push. She tried with all her might but exhaustion had taken over her, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this," she cried out.

Erling held her tighter and kissed her forehead, "You can do this, my love. You're so close, just a few more pushes." His words gave her the strength to continue, and with a few more pushes, their baby was born. They heard the cries of their little one, and Y/N released the breath she had been holding. She had done it!

The midwife asked Erling if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord, and he eagerly did, tears streaming down his face as he held his son for the first time. They laid the baby on Y/N's chest, and the room erupted in cheers. "It's a boy! Congratulations!" exclaimed the midwives.

"He's so big, and he looks like you, Erling," Y/N said as she opened her eyes to look at their baby. Everyone in the room laughed, and Erling was overcome with emotion. This was undoubtedly the best day of his life.

One week after the birth of their son, Erling had a match for Manchester City, which they won. However, his mind was completely occupied with the thought of getting back home to his beloved wife, Y/N, and their adorable little bundle of joy.

After the game, he was interviewed by a reporter. The reporter asked him about the match, but before the interview was over, the reporter suddenly brought up the news of his son's birth.

Erling's face lit up with a smile, his heart overflowing with joy as he talked about Y/N and their newborn son. "Yes, she did an amazing job, and I'm so happy and excited to get back home to them," he said, his eyes shining with pride and love.

The reporter then asked the big question, "What did the great Erling Haaland name his son?"

Erling's smile grew even wider as he replied with enthusiasm, "Ragnar Alfie Haaland, a strong Viking name for our little warrior." The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and his eyes sparkled with love and admiration as he spoke of his son.

The reporter nodded, clearly impressed, and wrapped up the interview. Erling couldn't wait to get back home to Y/N and their little Ragnar, who he knew was already destined for greatness, just like his namesake.

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