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The (only) one I love (Martin Ødegaard x Reader, ft Rúben Dias)

**After posting this Rúben imagine, I got a request to do something similar but with Ødegaard. And this is what I came up with. There is a little Rúben cameo and...he might not be that great in this story but oh well 😅 enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 2887

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Jealousy was a very bad companion. It was an irrational feeling that made people say and do very stupid things. No one wanted to feel jealous. And yet…

“You’re going to Manchester?”

“Yes. Just for the weekend”, you said, not noticing the way Martin looked at you. “It’d be fun to see everyone”.

“Sure”.

“You ok? Worried you’ll miss me too much?”, you teased.

“Yeah, that’s it”.

Even if Martin’s smile didn’t convince you fully that it was only that, you let it slide. It was true that you hadn’t spent that much time together lately but you really needed some time away to catch up with your friends and that work trip was a great option to do just that.

Your year studying abroad in Lisbon turned into a job at Benfica, which then led you to your job at City. There, your good relationship with Mikel Arteta made you take his offer of working with him at Arsenal. You were extremely happy in London but you missed Manchester. And especially, the Portuguese boys. You had already worked with Rúben when he still played for Benfica. And once at City, you became friends with Bernardo almost as easily.

The season had been a strange one for you. Arsenal were doing so well but City was always behind, ready to take any opportunity to go back to the top of the table. It was sort of ideal in a way. If Arsenal won, your team won. But if they didn’t, your former team would win. Your friends would win.

Someone who didn’t see it that way was Martin. Even if you had an unspoken rule of not dating players, once you met Martin, that rule banished. You were charmed by his personality the second you talked to him and you already thought he was really cute before meeting him in person, so…

“Let’s go to the match!”

Once you got to the stadium, it was time to separate from Martin. He had been pretty quiet on the ride to the stadium but you didn’t worry much about it. It wasn’t that unusual for him to be like that.

“Good luck, my love”, you said, kissing him and hugging him tightly. You knew how nervous he got before matches and how much your good wishes meant to him.

Despite all the silly thoughts in his mind, your hug made him relax. You were there with him. And he trusted you. There was no reason to be jealous. And yet…

**

Another bad result for Arsenal, while City kept winning all of their matches, meant Martin was pretty upset after the match. He loved being a captain, even if he was still so young. But bad results were harder to digest because of that extra responsibility.

He was waiting for you to be done with work, sitting inside the car, lost in thoughts of what could have been done better.

"Hey!"

Hearing your voice made him turn his body completely to hug you. You barely had time to sit down but didn't mind. Martin needed you.

"Please don't go to Manchester", he muttered against your neck.

"Why?"

He looked up realising he had said that out loud. He couldn't tell you about his jealousy. You wouldn't understand. And it wouldn't be fair to you, because you had done nothing wrong.

"I just…I need you here with me".

"I can come back a day earlier but I need to go. There's work stuff that I need to do there".

"Of course. I'm just being stupid and needy. Stay there as long as you want to".

He shook his head and got ready to drive but you took his hand to stop him.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No", he smiled. "Let's go home".

                                     **

"This is ridiculous", whispered Martin, putting his phone down and his hands on his face.

"What's wrong, bro?", asked Bukayo when he saw his captain's actions.

"I'm stupid. That's what's wrong".

"You're not. Did you see something on your phone that upset you? Is your family ok?"

"Yeah, they are good, don't worry. It's just…", he didn't know how to say it without sounding silly so he took the phone and showed Bukayo.

"I don't get…oh. Don't be jealous, mate. She'd never do that".

"I know", he sighed. "That's why I feel stupid. But look at the comments".

Bukayo did and understood his teammate a bit better. So many people talking about what a great couple you and Rúben Dias made. On a previous post with photos of you two, even one of Rúben's friends commented about it…and Rúben liked the post. Martin couldn't stand it anymore. But he couldn't ask you to stop being friends with him. It wasn't fair.

By the time you got back from Manchester, Martin had convinced himself that not looking at any of your posts was the best idea. He was the type of boyfriend who always liked your posts and left some sort of comment. Even if it was just a heart emoji. So people noticed the change but he didn't care.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You didn't even have time to fully close the door before Martin got there and lifted you to hug you.

"Missed me?"

"Barely", he joked before kissing you. "I thought we could go out for dinner. But if you're tired, I can cook or order something".

"Let's order. I'm shattered. I just want to shower, put on my pajamas and cuddle with my favourite boy".

"That's a good plan", he said, smiling and pecking your lips again.

Martin's smile didn't leave his face while he walked with you to your room. But then you took your hoodie off and he saw it wasn't one he had seen before.

"Did you go shopping while in Manchester?"

"No. Why? Did you expect a souvenir?"

He laughed at your joke, still looking at the hoodie. "Where did this come from then?"

"Rúben", you said, casually. "I was clumsy enough to get sauce on my jacket so he gave me his hoodie to wear".

"That's nice of him".

You smiled at your boyfriend before getting inside the shower, not seeing his face. Not guessing all the thoughts that were going through his mind at that moment.

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The weeks passed and it was time for Martin's most dreaded match. City at the Etihad.

"Hello traitor", he heard someone say when he was on his way to the dressing room. And he knew that voice.

When he turned to look at Rúben, he saw you hugging him and laughing. He would have stared for hours but a slap on his back woke him up from his daydreaming of how he could murder a Portuguese defender.

"Hey, good to see you", said Erling.

"Yeah, same".

But Martin kept looking in your direction and Erling noticed.

"Who's that?"

"My girlfriend".

"Right…I heard about her. She used to work here".

Martin nodded, hearing your laugh he loved so much but that he couldn't enjoy now because of who was the reason you were laughing.

"I better go. Good luck".

"Good luck to you too".

Martin started to walk faster and you noticed him leaving without getting his good luck hug.

"I need to go. See you later", you told Rúben before sprinting after your boyfriend.

The door to the dressing room closed behind him and you knew you couldn't get inside. The players knew you and probably wouldn't mind but you wanted to respect their privacy. So when you saw another player walking towards the door, you knew it was your best chance.

"Aaron, can you tell Martin to come out for a second?"

"It's time for the coach's talk but then we'll go out again to warm up".

"Yes, but I need to go to work myself and I have to tell him something important…".

"Ok".

Checking your phone you noticed you couldn't wait there longer than 5 minutes. But luckily, the door opened again and it was Martin who got out.

"Hey, I didn't get to wish you good luck".

"No, you were too busy".

"What does that even mean?"

"I have to go back inside. The captain can't miss the team talk".

"Are you mad at me?"

No, he was mad at himself.

"Martin…".

"We'll talk later".

None of you could concentrate well on your jobs after that. And every city goal only made the situation worse.

After the match, a lot of City players surrounded their former teammate Zinchenko. But you were surrounded only by two City players, Rúben and Bernardo.

"Who's going to win the league, then?", laughed Bernardo. You had been joking about it all season.

"I don't care", you said and they were surprised by the way you reacted.

"Don't be a sore loser", said Rúben, putting his arm around your shoulders. And when you looked up, you saw Martin looking at you two. And finally, finally, you understood why he behaved the way he did sometimes. Why he had behaved the way he did before the match.

Focusing on work was the best option for you and that's what you did. By the time you got to the plane, you hadn't talked to Martin and you planned on doing that when you got home. The last thing you needed was to make a scene in front of your bosses.

"Are you going to talk to me or just acting like a child is enough for you today?"

"You don't get it".

"I do, Martin. I do now. You're jealous of Rúben, which is the stupidest thing…".

"Is it stupid? Ask him if it’s stupid! I trust you but I don't trust him at all".

"So I can't be friends with men then?", he was being so ridiculous…you couldn't believe it. He wasn't like that normally.

"You're friends with my Arsenal teammates and it's fine. You're friends with Silva too and it's fine. But Dias…he likes you. Don't deny it".

"If you trusted me as much as you say you do, that wouldn't matter".

Martin noticed you didn't deny his claim. And he really hoped you would.

"I do, but it's hard. Put yourself in my shoes for a second".

Seeing his defeated look took some of your anger away. So you took his hand and walked with him to the sofa so you could sit and talk.

"Why is it hard? Explain it to me".

And so he started to name all the things that had made him jealous in the past, worried you'd laugh at him.

"And then they have to play against Madrid and you want them to win too, writing about it on social media".

"So? Why can't I support City in the Champions League? I won't next year when you play it".

"I played for Madrid. People talked about how my girlfriend was talking about wanting them to lose".

"They treated you like shit. People can't expect me to like them…".

"I guess", he sighed.

"What else?"

"Do you read the comments on your posts?"

That surprised you. Did he? You never did because being a woman in a male centric industry meant you got a lot of abuse on social media. So the best thing you could do was ignore all comments.

"No, why?"

"So you don't see how people ship you and Rúben every time you post about the other or when you interact in the comments"

"That's so stupid. I post a lot with Bernardo too. Why don't they ship me with him then?"

"He's in a relationship".

"So am I".

"Yeah…they don't care about that, apparently".

"Do you get comments about it?"

He nodded, picking up his phone and going to the last photo of you he posted. You read the comments and couldn't believe it. All the cheating accusations under your comment were bad enough. But all those comments about you and Rúben being a better couple…

"You should have told me earlier".

"And look like the idiot I am? I told you, I trust you. But it can be too much. He's taking my league title but he can't take you too".

"He won't".

You understood. And most importantly, you believed him when he said he trusted you.

After your talk, you two cuddled on the sofa. He needed you to be there for him and you needed to reassure him.

Between the match, the travelling and your argument, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. You moved him gently so his head could be on your lap and took your phone out and took a photo of him. He looked adorable.

Because of the argument, you hadn't had time to go through Instagram after the match. And you didn't know why, but you felt the need to go to your tagged photos.

One of the first you saw was of you and Rúben hugging. A City fan page had posted it and Rúben liked it. You were about to move to the next when the caption caught your attention.

"Please City, bring her back to the team so these two can be together. Dream couple! 😍"

Rúben like that? You definitely needed to talk to him but you couldn't tell Martin. He didn't need to see more comments like that. He was right when he said it was too much. You could only imagine how painful it would be to see those types of posts about him and another woman.

Looking down at him, you felt the need to do something. And so you opened the Instagram app again and posted the photo you took of Martin sleeping with his head on your lap on your stories.

"The (only) one I love 💕"

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[fallinforerling]

ahhh im so glad you write for ø! i really like your imagines and your way to write. so thank you!! I was thinking about an imagine where Martin asks reader to go to training with him, because he needs the presence of her since he is a little lost, and his team mates joke about her being his lucky charm.

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While in the car, you gave Martin a quick glance, incapable of holding the tiny grin that escaped your lips when you noticed he looked in your direction at the same time. His hand was firmly placed on top of yours, like he was scared of letting you go and giving you the chance to run away from your destiny. You weren’t, but you knew he felt like he was forcing you to go. Your heart felt heavy on your chest, but it was full of love for the man driving next to you.

Looking away, you thought about how strange the day started.

“Babe?” 

A voice woke you up from your sleep so suddenly that you jumped on the spot, half-kicking the covers while still immersed in the post-sleepness state you were in just seconds ago. Your blurry vision focused on a face next to you, making you almost scream if it weren't for the fact that you recognized them as your boyfriend. 

“Martin! My god, you almost killed me!” You said after a moment, placing a hand against your chest, where your heart was compulsively beating. “Did something happen?” 

“No, no… Uh, sorry for waking you up. I was just wondering if...” He paused, touching your upper arm before massaging it, just the way he always did when he wanted something from you. 

“Yeah?” Your face was half buried on the pillow, making it hard to focus on his face. You were still so sleepy. 

“Can you come with me today? Please?” His voice was so low that you thought you had heard him wrong. When you didnʼt reply right away, he cleared his throat. “You donʼt have to, I just really thought it would be… nice.” 

When you sensed the sudden change in his tone, you opened your eyes again and took his hand, which was still on your arm. You smiled a bit when he gave you the puppy eyes you loved so much while obviously waiting for an answer. Something was up. 

“Of course I want to go.” You caressed his hand, playing with his fingers while half-smiling at him. “Can I ask why you want me to go?” It was so out of character for him to ask you something like that. He was a private person, even around his teammates. Plus, it was rare for players to have company during their training sessions.

Never, in all the years of relationship, has he ever asked you to accompany him without an actual reason. 

“Well…” His eyes wandered around the room, like they were escaping yours. “You know how I’ve been struggling a bit to let myself go around the guys?” You nodded, knowing how hard it was for him to let go of his shyness out of the pitch. He was the best captain youʼd ever seen, but in reality, he was a person who loved his personal space and struggled to open up. “It’s just that… I really want to stop feeling like I’m just a bargain player thatʼll be let go next season and I won’t be missed.” You opened your mouth to refute his words, but he stopped you. “I know I’m not, but I can’t help how my brain works sometimes, so… I felt like having you with me could help.” He kissed your hand, smiling a bit. “You know you bring me peace.” 

Your heart was about to stop beating from how much love you suddenly felt. Martin always said sweet things like this, and even two years into your relationship, you never knew how to get used to it. Besides, you could never say no to him. 

“Then let’s get ready, or we’ll be late.” You replied, biting your lip when he jumped to his feet and almost dragged you into the bathroom. 

So there you were, walking down the hallways of the training center, getting surprised looks from every single person that you encountered while heading to the pitch. As you thought, it wasn’t common for the players' partners to just hang out with them while training. They needed to be focused on the instructions, and overall, work. This was Martinʼs workplace. You felt like you were on those “bring your partner to work” type of days, which felt ridiculous. But you've got your reasons, and you’ll be standing by them for the rest of the day if your presence helped Martin feel better. 

“So, where do I sit while you do your thing?” You were about to enter the actual training pitch; you could already hear some shouts and laughter from the distance. 

“We have a tiny row of seats you can use; they’re the ones we use for the DT and the staff, but itʼs rare when they use them.” His free hand made its way through his hair, making it all fluffy and tousled. You resisted the urge to touch it. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just know you can leave, okay?” 

“I’m not leaving.” You stopped for a moment, giving him a tiny peck. The doors were just a few feet away from you, so you let go of his hand. “I’ll be on the seats if you need me. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

You watched him take off to the pitch, his back as stiff as it gets. You knew he was feeling extra nervous, despite his denials while in the car. You’d met some of his new teammates, but since you both were private individuals, it was actually the first time for the majority of his colleagues to actually meet you. Hell, maybe it was the first time for a lot of them to hear that Martin had a girlfriend at all.

Oh well. 

You looked for your phone, getting ready to take some cute photos for your private folder. Not even he knew about your collection of candid photos. The best part about this day was that you were going to have a feast and no one would notice.

Once you were outside, the sun hit your eyes, making you squint a bit while you walked to the few seats near the right side of the pitch. You saw a bunch of guys from the team already warming up, chatting, and joking. You instantly spotted Martin, who was talking to Bukayo (the only guy who has been to your house and whom you properly knew at all). Martin gave you a smile just as you were sitting down, making Bukayo look in your direction. Once he recognized you, he smiled as well, waving like a little kid that just saw a friend. You giggled, returning the wave before sitting. 

Close to ten guys that were near the seats shot you looks full of curiosity, like they were trying to guess if you were from the press, a streaming site, or just someone visiting. 

You gave them a weird half-smile that was only reserved for awkward interactions with strangers on the street. 

It went wonderfully. 

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You spent around twenty minutes taking photo after photo of Martin in various states, from relaxed to red-faced due to the physical activities he was doing. Training seemed very hard, but you enjoyed it… Well, you just enjoyed seeing it. 

Okay, your boyfriend looked hot while doing almost anything. Nobody can blame you for liking the view. 

Now you were smiling at your phone, carefully choosing the best photos (which were most of them) to put in your folder, when a sudden shadow lurked over you. The absence of sunlight caught you by surprise. 

“Hello, pretty.” You giggled, blocking your phone, putting it against your chest while looking up. Martin stared at you from above with a smirk, like he knew you were hiding something. “What are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” You smiled when he raised an eyebrow at you. Your hands went directly to the little container full of cold water. “Water?” 

He obviously noticed your efforts to distract him from your phone, but he only gave you a slight head movement before taking the bottle from you. He sat, letting a loud groan escape his mouth. 

“Tired?” You asked in a playful tone, knowing that he was done with life by this point. 

He took a deep breath, not looking at you for a long moment before letting his head rest on your knee. 

“I know I should play it cool and pretend I’m not even tired, but I feel like I’m about to pass out.” You laugh, stroking his (sweaty) hair with a big smile. “Keep doing that, and I’ll probably fall asleep.” 

“Hey! Look who’s here!” Bukayo’s voice made it impossible for Martin to actually fall asleep anytime soon. You watched him jog towards you, wearing his usual smile. “Captain’s lucky charm, nice to see you again!” 

“Hi, Bukayo.” You said, returning the smile. “Lucky charm? I wasn’t aware of that title.”

“Can you guys stop it already?” Martin said, half laughing and half groaning. 

“Stop what?” You asked, enjoying how his cheeks were turning slightly red. 

“Oh, we’ve been joking around with that. You’re definitely his lucky charm.” Bukayo nudged his arm. “We’ve never seen this guy so happy while training in a long time. And hey, you scored like five goals today, that’s impressive.” 

“I guess so…” Was the only thing that he got out of your boyfriend, who seemed to be about to pass out, but this time from embarrassment. 

“Well, I’ll leave you guys alone. I’m out to the showers. See you around!” 

“Bye!” You looked at Martin again, biting your lip when he avoided your gaze. “I’m going to take the risk to say that it worked, huh?” 

Before he could even reply, a group of his teammates walked by, waving at both of you with smiles. You heard in the distance how one of them shouted “Bring her tomorrow!” at Martin before leaving, making you laugh even more. 

“Would you mind coming tomorrow as well?” Your boyfriend asked after a few minutes, and you couldn’t help but hug him. 

You loved him so much.

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[oh-saints]

sunshine becomes you (pt. 4)

Being a footballer means Martin possibly has every resources in his whim. Well, except the one thing he needs now is only available in the hands of his (ex) girlfriend.

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

Word Count: 4.0k

Note: please, please, please don't hate me for this lolol but we're going for a rollercoaster, odegirlies, so brace yourself! but as usual, i happen to write this around dawn so ofc not beta-read yet. feedbacks are welcome tho!

Tags: my lovely loves @julianalvarez9 @formula1tina @okayline @mehrmonga @mrswhitethornbelikov @notleclerc <3<3 (lemme know if you want to be added!)

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It seemed Martin couldn’t operate around her if there was no false pretense standing between him and Eve.

The moment the clock literally struck 12, lightning struck back Eve’s life and returned them to normalcy. So normal that everyone else but her barely noticed the apparent changes unravelling around London Colney; she was back to Eve the receptionist, and Martin was back to his constantly-grumpy state to no one but Eve.

No more was the beautiful-looking couple captivating the entire Christmas Gala with their explosive, fantastic chemistry that shunned even the longest relationship existing in the same room.

She’d like to think going back to square one was better, given their real circumstances, but Martin wasn’t giving her any edges. Worse, he’d gone barely seen, and that was saying a lot when Eve was known to be the ghost of the building, for her immaculate presence all over the facility.

Some said he snuck in when Eve was always busy running errands; some said he arrived before anyone else in the morning; some said he clocked out later than the security team.

Final straw came when everyone was gathering in the canteen to bid Eve farewell on her very last day of working in the amazing club. Every single person working at London Colney—including Bob, even—applauded her for the fantastic job she’d been doing for the club, despite the short time shared on the grounds. A certain Norwegian blonde, however, remained unidentifiable until the 15-minute town hall before lunch ended.

Much to the front liner’s dismay, most turned to Eve about it. After all, Eve and Martin were still an item in their eyes. Eve could only do so much as replying, “we just don’t want you guys to be sick of us,” whenever the question of Martin’s avoidance towards crowds was raised, while chucking in the tears that were threatening to slide down her cheeks because she knew better—she knew the truth.

It shouldn’t be breaking Eve’s heart, but the damage had been done.

Eve wanted to badly lie to herself that she was doing that out of spite, that pulling out that degree of stupid stunt was her futile, foolish attempt to get him running after her like those chick-flicks she stashed in her library.

But Eve knew better—reality didn’t fit into Cinderella’s pair of glass heels, especially for someone like her, who fought for proper living standard every day to make ends. Eve and Martin were raised in different circumstances, made from worlds apart, meant for different purposes in life. There was no way they were going to be together—not in this lifetime nor any other alternate universes—as this wasn’t some written fairy tales.

She couldn’t afford a heartbreak when she’d foreseen the fruitless future if she were to share one with him, just like she couldn’t afford the gown she’d returned in the same satin box he’d delivered to her door.

This is for the better, she hypnotised herself as she placed the soft, expensive box on Martin’s bench, trying to pale the ache slicing through her chest. You have a realistic life to live.

Fuck rom-coms. She was going to discard each and every one left in her library as soon as she enjoyed her two-week notice.

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Obviously, with that being said, Eve didn’t have the heart to throw away the only outlets for her to escape the harsh reality for someone who came from a working-class family and inherited the reality of working 9-to-5 like her. Especially when those fake-dating tropes—ironically—reminded her of all the wonderful time she spent with Martin, no matter how fleeting and fragile those moments were.

Weeks after the Christmas Gala, Eve could now proudly say she thought of them as something precious because when else were you indulged in the luxury of being in Martin Ødegaard’s arms, acting or not?

Her best friend bit her ears off for taking the whole thing “like a champ”, as if her heart was made of steel when she was legitimately allowed to swallow the bitter pill while crying her heart out. Eve actually considered doing them, specifically during the first week after the painful no-show of her last day, but she decided against in and focused on the positive notes.

Dwelling over negatives wouldn’t turn around the fact that someone as great as Martin Ødegaard was destined for someone his calibre, someone that was definitely not Eve.

So it didn’t make any sense when she found Martin, already leaning against his car with hands in his pocket—undoubtedly hiding them against the cold air of a very early morning—as she walked down the porch of her flat. From where she stood, frozen at the unprecedented event unfolding before her eyes, his side profile gave away nothing but pursed lips, like he was holding off his thoughts from spilling.

Oh, how much Eve wanted a penny for that beautiful mind of his.

But she couldn’t. Unlike the night of the Christmas gala, Martin revoked her access to them. What used to be something easy for Eve to read between the lines was now guarded by a fence so high it put Wall of China to shame.

“Martin,” At his name being called, the owner of the name stood up straight, and—god damn it—Eve’s heart raced at the movement, for it reminded her of what happened between them in front of that sketchy backdoor toilet. “What are you doing here?

Despite being missing on action for weeks, Eve hated how much Martin still affected her, body and soul. She wasn’t even nearby Martin, distance between them were about 100 metres but might as well have the Atlantic between them like they used to be.

But no matter the palpable distance between where they respectively stood, Martin, on the other hand, would always be able to pick up her signature breathy voice that went only slightly above a whisper. It was the very sound he didn’t know he could miss hearing.

Like she was breathless, like he’d taken her breath away. The same way she did his.

If only he could tell her that… But instead of mulling over endless possibilities that couldn’t happen—not when Eve herself didn’t give them a chance, something she’d blatantly said at the end of Christmas gala—Martin stuck to the one thing he excelled at; choosing reality.

“Angel,” Words flowed effortlessly from Martin’s mouth but his smile was rather tight on the corners, and Eve hated it already when she knew first hand how blinding his real, true smile could be. “I see you’re going to the flower market.”

Had Eve’s eyes not focused on taking in Martin’s appearance, she would’ve swooned at the fact Martin remembered her little peculiar antics of getting a fresh set of flowers every Sunday from the flower market.

But his dishevelled presentation, so striking to the well-kempt display he always had everywhere, stole away her attention. It wasn’t only the mess on top of his hair, of his blonde locks gone astray to every direction; it was also the garments he threw on without a care in the world, all in black, like he was mourning.

His blue eyes descended to the deepest pit of the ocean, no longer shining in the glint she loved the most, especially bright against low lights. Like those eyebags were swallowing them whole, like those eyebags were a blackhole instead of dark circles.

His cheeks sunken, no longer protruding as high as a skyscraper, so different to the image of a Viking everyone labelled the captain as. If Eve didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed Martin had undergone those cosmetic surgery of buccal fat removal.

He looked so haggard, as if he’d lost weight; exhaustion personified. She could only wonder why—perhaps Arsenal’s losing strike took a toll on him—since asking his well-being was not on the cards anymore, not since they stopped pretending to be lovers, not since Martin didn’t give them a chance.

Martin took his open opportunity when they fell into a pregnant silent. “I’ll take you there.”

“Why are you here?”

“I said I’m taking you to the flower market,” He said, as easy as the wind breezed past them. “What kind of boyfriend am I to let my girlfriend to roam around such crowded places so early in the morning?”

The indifference he showed, both in words and action, caught her off-guard. He was back to display the whole no-shit-sherlock attitude around her, complete with the expressionless face, like she should know the most obvious fact, and Eve had to remind herself that this was the real Martin, not the one that fooled everyone attending the Christmas gala.

Including Eve herself.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Martin.”

“In the eyes of the public, I am,” Martin shrugged his shoulder so nonchalantly, as if it didn’t hurt Eve to know he was doing just fine barging into her life like it was the most natural thing to do for him. “My family included.”

Wait, what?

“I need your help,” He continued, his hands moved from the pockets of his jacket to the pockets of his jeans. It scared Eve when he said those massive, literally burdensome words with squared shoulders and calm demeanour and collected composure—she felt like she was his opponent on the pitch. “My family went to the game today, only to be ambushed by many congratulations that I’ve scored a wonderful, lovely match of a girlfriend. One that that they don’t know of because it’s one I never tell them—”

“Because she doesn’t exist.”

“She did during the gala, but that’s not the point,” Martin had to grind out his teeth from the inside, the perfect epitome how her words gnawed his heart from inside out because while they were nothing but facts, it didn’t make them any less hurtful to him—and to what could’ve been between them. “They want to have lunch with you today.”

Martin let out the last sentence with a heavy puff of breath. With the way his jaw ticked tightly, Eve could tell he hated saying that, like he’d take any other option but to ask her to pretend once more if he had the chance.

Maybe he’d told his family about us pretending but his family didn’t accept such a ridiculous pretense that they forced him to talk to her, and that the lunch was merely their effort to amend them. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” See, he even wished to have nothing to do with me anymore. Did he hate me so much? “You should know by now that being honest with you is something I wish to uphold.”

 “Even when our relationship is a farce?”

Martin didn’t have the heart to answer it, and Eve didn’t have the heart to acknowledge the pregnant silence.

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“You had a game today, you’re supposed to be resting.”

Boyfriend or not, Martin really intended to come along by Eve’s side to the flower market, despite her initial protests and complaints. No one in the right mind went to the flower market alone at 2 in the morning, without a proper transportation on top of that.

Taxi and Uber certainly didn’t count as a safety mode of transportation for Martin. You never know what can possibly happen in that small space of four-wheeler—we’ve seen too much of real-life cases that happens to women.

I’ve been doing this for ages, but she failed to realise that just because something never happened to her, it wasn’t going to happen. In Martin’s defence, he had a sister himself and he didn’t want anything bad happen to Eve the way he didn’t want them to happen to his sister.

I am used to this, Martin, but she didn’t have to get used to those things. She didn’t have to get used to all these dangerous things she downplayed as normalcy because he knew that she had the options, she’d definitely want to take the tube or buses. She could be having what her heart desires—she should be.

No matter what went down between them at the end of the day, Martin would certainly give her a flak if she settled with someone less than what she deserved.

And no, that lucky bastard didn’t have to be Martin.

It wasn’t going to be Martin anyway, Eve made it clear at the very end of their contractual relationship once a long while ago.

“Can’t sleep well lately, anyway.”

Martin’s phlegmatic manner was now in sync—his actions were now as schooled as his facial features. His hands ran down the flower petals thoughtlessly, not giving anything of his mind away, just like his hardened expressions. Aloof, and Eve took it as a sign to reduce her small talks.

“You should see Doc about it.”

“You think I haven’t done that?” Eve’s hearts plummeted along with the way he sputtered the words, as if she should be smarter about the whole ordeal, and this time Eve was the one who had to school her expression so Martin couldn’t see her disappointment towards his attitude—he must not see them. The last time she gave away too much of her, she ended up doing rom-coms marathon with a tube of Ben n Jerry’s. “Doc’s prescribed me something but it’s no use,”

It might be the stress talking…, Eve tried to reason with herself.

“I don’t see the point of meds, to be honest,” Martin let out another heavy sigh as his hand ran through his hairs, messing them in frustrations. “Not when I’ve been restless since you’re gone.”

How could she possibly have a proper response to that?

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“There they are!”

Martin didn’t even have the chance to open Eve’s door completely before his mother ran down the porch towards his car to engulf Eve in the warmest hug Eve had ever gotten from a woman. Funny—despite never meeting his mother before, Eve had the most familiar feeling around her, like they were old friends reunited, and she didn’t know what to feel.

Partly because she didn’t share the same sentiment with her own mother, partly because she felt guilty that his mother had already welcomed her in this house like she was truly Martin’s girlfriend when, in fact, she wasn’t even close to what the word meant.

It didn’t even take his mother a minute to lead her towards the house, like she owned the residential instead of a visiting his son’s abode, asking if Eve had any food allergy that she should be aware of. That was amongst the things she questioned; others were trivial questions in order to get to know his son’s girlfriend.

With the swift pace his mother was speaking, though, Eve had to look beyond his mother’s shoulder to throw a help-me look to Martin because there was no way she could survive this on her own.

Eve couldn’t bring to hate herself for always seeking Martin’s aid this time around, no matter how much she wanted to be free of him. Like she promised herself internally just before she plopped down beside Martin on the passenger seat.

“That’s enough, mamma,” Martin strode his way towards the two of them, one hand reached for his mother’s that was grippling the life of Eve to set Eve free, before both hands clenched her shoulder gently. “She hasn’t even taken off her coat, but she’s allergic to shrimp and other soft-shell seafood.”

“Oh no, I’ve made crayfish—”

“It’s okay, she can have your venison,” Eve didn’t have time to discern anything because everything happened at the same time she didn’t even have time to breathe, not even the fact that Martin had gained information on her allergies, so she was lucky Martin took over the conversation. She shed her coat when Martin wordlessly tugged the wool piece, both of their eyes still set on the powerhouse that was his mother, and at that interaction, the matron smiled wider. “By the way, my mother makes the best venison, solskinn. Glad you can finally try them.”

“Ah, the infamous roasted venison you love? What’s that called again?”

“Dyresteg,” His mother answered for her, before Martin could have the chance. At the speed of lightning his mother unknowingly possessed—at least, one that he got to know of until today, in front of Eve, more over—Martin forced himself to look up from the set of eyes that reminded him of the deer but belonged to Eve. “I see that Martin’s told you about his soulfood.”

“He can’t shut up about it,” Eve elbowed Martin teasingly and the man replied by faking pain at it, which resulted in them both laughing without constraint. Without an underlying justification called fake dating between them. “Maybe I should learn one thing or two while the master is here so I can cook them for you.”

“That’s—” Eve’s response, however, startled both Martin and his mother. While Martin was rather taken aback at the genuine tone Eve used—because now he really couldn’t draw the line which one was the real Eve, unlike the night of the Christmas gala—his mother was caught off guard because she couldn’t recall the last time someone had ever offered to do such thing for Martin. Living in a different country meant she couldn’t cook her son’s favourite dish whenever she wanted to, and so far the girlfriends her son managed to take home didn’t care about anything beyond the luxury he could give them. “That’s very lovely of you. I hope you bring your notes.”

But to say she liked Eve already would be an understatement. Eve didn’t make it difficult to take her into everyone’s good side, as well, and as a mother, Eve had nailed in the moment she typed down every instruction she was giving Eve to make the perfect dyresteg. And maybe also little moments where Martin stole little pecks on her cheeks from behind whenever he was getting his brothers and sisters something from the fridge—because she knew her son only did that out of gratitude, the same way he used to do it to his mother whenever she was cooking this particular favourite dish of his.

At one point of cooking, everyone was flocking the kitchen and before they knew it, Martin’s brothers and sisters were already drilling the Norwegian captain’s embarrassing stories during childhood.

“Do you remember the time where he got lost because he followed someone he thought was mamma?”

“No way!” Eve’s eyes bulged out in pure surprise that Martin couldn’t help but laugh, instead of stopping his older brother’s beginning of Martin’s most embarrassing anecdote. “What happened?”

Martin’s mother noticed Eve’s focus was slowly shifting from dyresteg to the tale Christoph was giving so she dismissed the younger woman, only for Eve to realise there was no seat left on the kitchen island.

Martin didn’t think twice to pull her by the waist towards him, “Come here.”

“This feels oddly familiar,” Eve laughed under her breath, not wanting to disrupt Christoph’s flow in retelling his story, but enough only for Martin to hear, as she settled in the room between his legs. “Don’t tell me to sit on your lap again this time, we have your youngest sister watching.”

“Yes, mother,” Their position, her back on his front, eased up Martin’s way to reply her in a whisper, and they fell back to the smooth flow they had constructed during the Christmas gala. “I will behave.”

And behave he did. Without further words, Martin gave up his seat for Eve while he stood by behind her. His mother didn’t miss the way Martin never let go of Eve, always having an arm around the woman’s waist at least.

She also didn’t miss the way they’d look at each other when laughing, the way her hand covered the one Martin was placing around her hips, or the way he’d kissed the small spot on the temple above her ears while she stroke his square jawline back and forth. At one point, Eve laughed so hard at Christoph’s story that Martin had to envelope her into a back hug and hid himself in the crook of her neck so naturally it almost felt like watching water moulding into a medium’s shape.

She wanted to be jealous, as a mother, but she realised that her son was slowly building a life—his own life—here with someone he truly loved, and as a mother, she couldn’t be happier than knowing someone had taken care of her son very well, especially when he was living too far from her for a mother’s liking.

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“Let me help you with that.”

Eve almost dropped the plate on her hands at Martin’s voice creeping from behind. She insisted on washing the dishes—or putting them to the dishwasher, depends on your standard—not because she wanted to play the good girlfriend card, but because she was raised that way; if someone else cooks, dishes are on her shoulder.

She was used to be misunderstood by other about it but before she could explain herself, Martin stepped in and said, “Let her be, Mom. She’s always like that and I can never win.”

Creepy would be an understatement of how well Martin knew things she never had disclosed to anyone.

“You should’ve told me you have such a big family,” Eve tried to break the ice that stood between them, so thin it was barely there, but present nonetheless, especially with the way they stood so close with one another. Shoulder to shoulder, Martin reached for utensils and ceramics Eve finished cleaning. “I would’ve come more prepared in facing your brothers and sisters.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Martin said, and although Eve didn’t see them, she could sense a small smile blossomed in his face. “I hope they don’t overwhelm you.”

“Not at all,” But Eve had to chuckle because come to think of it, Martin’s brothers and sisters could be overwhelming. Maybe they’d got under her skin if she was not pretending to be Martin’s girlfriend. “They’re all so fun to be around with. I wish I have siblings to banter with like yours.”

Martin laughed at Eve’s teasing jab. He could never live down the stupid anecdotes his siblings shared when he was just a kid, could he now?

“So grateful you don’t work at Arsenal anymore,” He crouched down to insert all of the cleaned dishes to the dishwasher. “What a disaster if you spill them to everyone at Colney.”

It wasn’t supposed to rub Eve in all the wrong way but it somehow did. Was he that truly glad to be rid of her?

“Please don’t let me stop that.”

Eve looked up to Martin, who was now standing towering over her, eyes zeroed down on her with a look she couldn’t decipher. And maybe she didn’t want to figure out what lied beneath them, for she was terrified the answer would only hurt her. It was something she found out just now that Martin was rather good at it.

She gave him a small smile to hide what she was thinking, grounding herself to not give any piece of her away and reminding herself the last time she did give herself away, and Martin already hated them. Eve and coerced smile didn’t belong in the same sentence. “Stop what?”

“You smiling. I’ve missed that a lot.”

*solskinn means sunshine in norwegian.

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[nicolesainz]

Secret love song (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader

Warnings: fluff to its core

A/N: It will be the first time I write a one shot from the male perspective and first time I write about Martin, so hope I don’t disappoint

Summary: First times are difficult. Even if that means saying three powerful words

“Come on Martin. What’s wrong with you? Just say it!” I say to myself, shaking my head, wanting to get my shit straight.

“What’s wrong man? Everything alright. You seem stressed” Ben White’s voice echoes in my ears, as I feel his arm on my shoulder.

“So it’s that apparent, huh?”

“You always are stressed but this time it looks like you’ve reached its peak. If I can help anyhow, tell me Martin”

My palms are sweaty and my throat is drying as minutes go by. This feels like torture and as I keep to myself those three little words, the more they haunt me in my sleep.

Tonight, Y/N, finally had time to attend a home game with Manchester City, as we battle for the first place in the league. The excitement I had when she broke the news, blasted all over the room.

Seeing her in the grandstands, wearing an Arsenal shirt, with my name plastered on its back, with her mesmerizing being brighter than every light in the stadium, gives me strength.

“Y/N is here today. And I think it’s finally time, Ben”

Not a lot boys from the team knew about Y/N. Only Ben, Bukayo, Aaron and Kieran. Besides Kieran, the other three had interacted with her many times whenever the England squad gathered.

And the reason I say England squad, is because she is Aaron’s sister. He was the one who introduced us at first place and from the very first night, she absolutely took my breath away.

“So that’s why you’ve been sweating as if you’ve been walking on hot sand at the Sahara.” Ben let out a small laugh, but seeing how worried I was he instantly stopped.

“Dra til helvete, rasshøl” (Fuck off, asshole) I say as I give him a slight kick.

“At this point, I know when you talk shit about me, Ødegaard. So, instead of insulting my grace, go talk to her!” He jokes around, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but clearly doesn’t.

“It’s not that easy. She’ll hate and avoid me if something goes sideways. How will I ever face her again if she shows up at more games?” I go back and forth, trying to reason myself in order to calm down.

“Hey hey hey! Look at me!” Ben held me still and shook me so I looked him in the eyes.

“From the way she talks about you, I believe that everything will be alright” Wait…what way? And how does Ben know? Does she talk about me to her brother or someone else?

“What do you mean? Spill or I’ll kick your leg even harder” I wouldn’t actually do it. It was my nerves talking. I was even more flushed and anxious right now.

“Whenever the squad meets, she always asks where you are, as if she doesn’t know that it’s only the England boys. We all tease her and then Aaron calls you out of nowhere”

That explains everything now. I’ve been receiving calls from the boys over a few Saturdays after the games, with all of them laughing and a woman’s voice in the back. It was her!

Flashback, to Valentines Day, a few months ago…

I was home alone after practice, with no one, but Netflix playing a stupid movie Erling had suggested me.

I just needed it to get my mind off. I was a coward once again. Today I had a great chance at telling Y/N how I feel and I blew it. I chickened out and left the very moment with a lame ass excuse.

“I’m so sorry. I need to rush home. My dad fell off the stairs”

My dad was in Norway, miles away from here. And was probably fishing. But she didn’t know that.

When I was almost falling asleep, my phone rings and wakes me up abruptly.

It was Aaron.

“Everything okay mate?” I say, looking at the time. It was 11 pm.

“Surely my guy. What about you? Happen to have any beautiful girl over there?” Aaron voice was dubbed by the yelling and laughing of the other England players. They were definitely all drunk.

“If he doesn’t, let’s give her to him. I’m sure they’ll get busy with one another.” Ben Chilwell screamed from the background and a woman’s voice followed.

“Find a girl first and then talk about me, Chilwell” she replied snarkily, although I couldn't understand who she was in between the loud music and shouting.

"Do you want me to pick up any of you guys? Seems like you've had a fair share of drinks, huh?" I say letting a soft sigh escape my mouth.

"Nahhh, we are just fine. Although someone definitely would want to be picked up. Hey-" and Aaron's sentence was cut in the middle as he hung up.

I shook my head disappointingly and went to bed that day, with the biggest heartache and three words ghosting over my head.

I love you

End of flashback

"Let's go out there and win this. If you score a goal, dedicate a celebration to her. I am sure she will appreciate this afterwards" Ben hit me a few times on the back and pushed me forward, as the Captain of the team had to go out first.

My nerves were all over the place and very clear to everyone else too. Okay Martin. Dype åndedrag (deep breaths), like Ben said, alt kommer til å ordne seg (everything will be alright).

The fans went wild as the game started very strong with the side of City, immediately going full on attack with all their defenders marking us.

They had a few chances of scoring but thankfully Aaron deflected all of them perfectly. So far, things were going okay, but the score still was nil-nil, with the ball possession being in favour of City.

It was now a few minutes before the end of the first half and the ball was around Erling's feet. When he is about to reach the net, I kick the ball in the air and Haaland ended up falling messily on my leg.

I let out a massive yelp, holding my leg with my hands, somehow wanting to ease the pain. The referee doesn't blow the whistle, which means the game still goes on with me and Erling helping each other get up.

"Beklager, men dette kunne ikke ha skjedd på noen annen måte" (Sorry, but this couldn't have happened any other way), he says to me, reaching for my hand and picking me up.

"Been through worse. It's okay", I say back and run as fast as I can towards my teammates, who were trying to steal the ball from Walker's 'embrace'.

The first half whistle blows and it's still nil-nil. Fuck, we need to do better. I need to do better. I raise my head and my eyes immediately fall on Y/N, who has been caught staring at me, with her cheeks fully flushed and a worried look in her eyes.

To her disappointment, she can't come down to the changing rooms, so instead, in order to check on me, she points at her leg and gives me a thumbs up and down signal.

I smile shyly, with my heart fluttering, as I give her a thumbs up and a small wave, before heading back to the rooms. If only I could hug her right now and tell her that even if we lost, all I cared about was not loosing her.

"Martin, how is your leg? Can you continue or do you want me to sub? Your call." Arteta asks me looking one time in my eyes and the other down to my leg.

"I can do it, boss. No problem here" I reply to him, with a stern look taking over me.

"Please, don't gamble with your health. If you are not feeling okay, tell me." he says one more time, wanting to make sure I was fully agreeing with what I said.

"I can play. It was just at the spur of the moment. Doesn't hurt" I assure him as the ref comes up to call us back on the pitch.

He nods at me and the squad goes out for a final time this evening. We need to score. We can't give up. I shouldn't give up. I need to fight.

The only thing helping me carry on was the sweetheart going by the name Y/N, watching us from the grandstands and having every bit of her faith lying on us. Lying on me.

And the game is back on. We do better than the first half, with the possession of the ball being at our advantage. Everything is going from better to best as Martineli assist Bukayo and he scores the first goal of the night!

We all go around and hug him, as happiness can't be contained. The fans roar and wave their flags in honour of this amazing goal and Saka.

Unfortunately, City equalised a few moments later around the 83 minute, with Grealish being the surprise scorer of the match, as he avoids the defence of Saliba, Ben and Kieran and sends the ball right on the net, with Aaron being unable to react.

My eyes land on the time board. 88 minute. Shit.

I wave at Jesus to pass me the ball as I was the only one unmarked by the City players and closer to the net. There was a fifty-fifty chance I would catch the ball and be able to score. This time, I gambled and proved myself right.

I manage to get the ball my way and with a hard headshot I send the ball in the net, making it a 2-1 at exactly the end of the game! The whole stadium got up and started yelling from the explosion of happy emotions and we had won a massive derby against our biggest rivals of the season.

"You, fucking Captain Ødegaard, did this! Thank you" Ben says with a huge smile on his face turning me around and pointing towards Y/N's way, who was jumping up and down filming the whole moment. I take my chance once more and shape with my fingers a heart at her.

She pays me back with another heart, as the filming stops, whilst pointing at my name on her back, signing the number one. This, was my sign to tell her how I feel. It was now or I would forever hold peace.

After the celebration with the team, we all dress with dry clothes and head outside the stadium now that it had emptied from the crowds. Every player, run to either their family or girlfriend.

Aaron looked at me and mouthed "go talk to her", as he was walking towards his fiancée.

For some reason, I didn't feel nervous or scared. I felt confident and sure about what I was about to do. It was surely risky but I had a gut feeling, this would work out perfectly.

She looked at me as if it was only the two of us, surrounded by no one else, with her embrace fully open for me to land in. How I wish this would become my permanent safe place.

I ran up to her and gave her the biggest possible hug, I have ever shared with someone. I could feel her heart beating in sync with mine and I instantly knew, why I did love her.

I love her because she can turn ones day from bad to extremely amazing. She can make you laugh, without trying too much. Only with her wit and charm. She can create a feeling of safety with a simple touch. But most importantly, she can make you fall in love with her, with a single smile.

She doesn't have time to react after the hug, as my lips fall on hers softly. My one hand cups her cheek whilst the other is tangled up with hers. She doesn't fight me back as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate, as it was a way of saying how we both felt this entire time.

She pulls my hand and places it on the side of her heart, so I could feel how fast it beat. How fast it was beating, only for me. My lips form into a smile as we break apart and look at each other with full adoration. If I could, she would be the only person I looked at for the rest of my life.

I didn't care about any trophy or championship. If my career ended now, I wouldn't care, if it meant having her by my side.

"I love you. More than you can possibly imagine. Day and night, this was all I wanted to say but the fear of losing you, held me back" I admit to her, trying to catch my breath.

"Jeg elsker deg, Martin. And honestly, I can't love anyone more than you. It feels impossible. But I am glad it is. I never want this to change" she lands into my arms once again, this time with a soft feeling caving into my heart.

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[tierneysodegaard]

Vodka and Lemonade - Martin Ødegaard x Reader

Martin Odegaard x female!Reader

Requested? Yes/No

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual tension

Anon: heyyyy!! so i have this idea/prompt for a martin ødegaard one shot. you and martin have been close for a while but both of you busy/had to focus on your personal life so didnt evolve into anything more than a friendship. arsenal just qualified for ucl and you’re celebrating with the team after the game. you go get some drinks while martin come with you and he asks if he can taste whatever you’re drinking, you hand him your cup expecting him to take it but instead he puts it aside and kisses you.

if its too specific you dont have to do it i understand!!!!!

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You and Martin had been friends ever since he came to London on loan. You’d met him on your way to work, you were running late and weren’t paying much attention and nor was he. He was on his morning run, trying to change the song on his phone and you were checking the time to see how late you’d be when the two of you fell into one another. He accidentally poked you square in the eye which made your make up run, not a good look for work. He was so apologetic and asked for you to come back to his so he could make sure you were okay and so you could make yourself look presentable. The pair of you got on like a house on fire and decided to exchanging  numbers and since then you were inseparable. 

The only thing was it was harder to see one another towards the end of his season. He started playing more games and work wanted you to pick up more hours after a colleague of yours went off on maternity leave. He’d now been in London for well over a year now and you’d met his friends and he’d met yours and all of them agreed that the two of you had something. The way you looked at one another was a sight of lust and love, something that neither of you could fake but it seemed as if neither of you had caught on to one another's gazes. 

So you thought. 

Martin always knew he wanted you he just didn’t know how. He was always worried he’d gotten the wrong idea and what his friends were saying about you was just their imaginations. 

It was the last game of the season and Arsenal had one last chance to secure The Champions League. Martin had been given the Captains armband when Kieran Tierney suffered an injury and Laca stopped starting games. The armband just added more pressure to win and succeed. 

Martin had sent you a text asking if you’d be free to come to the last game and luckily for him, you were. As it was the last game Arsenal had already released their new kit which the boys were debuting, this gave you an idea. Walking in the shop you found the new kit and thankfully they had some with Martin’s surname on the back. Smiling to yourself at your idea, hoping he’d like it as you went to pay. 

Martin always waited in his box for you just so he knew you were there safe although you always went to games with your best friend so you were never alone. He was leaning against the wall, his leg bouncing as you kept checking his phone, still hoping you were still coming. Time had passed and he grew nervous, he worried something had happened but that worry faded when he saw you approach him. 

“I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a longing hug. 

“Just had to pick up a shirt.” You mumbled into his chest before pulling back. “And I had to get my favourite player on the back.” You winked as he laced his hand with yours, lifting it so he could twirl you around to see the back of the shirt. Sure enough his name and number came into view as his eyes settled on your back. 

“Fuck…” He mumbled under his breath at the sight before him. Martin already thought you were the hottest woman in the world but now the sight of you proudly wearing his name made his mind run. He knew he shouldn’t have thought what he did but he couldn’t help himself. He imagined you in his shirt whilst he traced his fingers over your skin, having you underneath him all for himself. He imagined pulling the collar of the shirt down to reveal marks he wanted to leave all of your skin. 

“Martin?” He hadn’t realised that he had zoned out until you called out his name. 

“Hmm? Yes?”

“You okay?” You gave him a look.

“Yes! I’m just admiring the sight before me.” He winked as his eyes continued to trace your body. “You look good with my name on your back and in the colour red.”

“Oh yeah?” Your playful tone matched his. 

“Yeah you do pretty girl -”

“Martin!” A sudden voice grabbed yours and his attention. Martin had invited a few friends from Norway to come and watch the game and they had finally arrived. Much to his dismay he had to pardon himself and go to greet them whilst you and y/b/f went to get drinks. 

The blonde tried to slip away from his friends and speak to you before he had to change for the game but it was no use. Despite knowing how he felt about you they still continued to talk their mouths off so he couldn’t leave until he physically had to go as the game was due to take place soon. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to talk with you for long.” He caught your attention as he was about to leave. 

“It’s fine.” You smiled. “They don’t live in London, I do and I can see you whenever I want, they can’t.” You glanced over to them before meeting his gaze again. “Good luck Martin.” You took his hands into yours. “Lead them to a win.”

“I will.” He longed to feel your hands in his like this forever. He just wanted to hold your hand like that wherever he went. “The families and friends all come on the pitch at the end, will you come on with me at when the game is over?” He had a hopeful smile on his face as he waited for your response. 

“I’d love to.” You smiled back. 

The pair of you shared one last hug before he darted off to the pitch. Arsenal had won 4-1 and Martin had scored the last goal of the season. As he celebrated he looked up to his box, smiling your way as he raised his fist just before the final whistle blew. Everyone in the stadium were on the feet, clapping the boys as their friends and families made their way out and onto the pitch to celebrate with them. 

“Congratulations Captain Ødegaard.” You were the first to greet him as everyone made their way over. “You’re in the Champions league.”

“Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm.” He gave you a hug before speaking again. “We’re going to the club after to celebrate, would you like to come with us? I want you there and all the guys would kill me if I didn’t bring you.”

You let out a small laugh at his words. “I’d love to, what time?”

“Does ten work for you?”

“It does.”

“Perfect.” His smile grew. “I’ll meet you outside.” 

“Lucky me.” You winked. “It suits you.” Your eyes trailed down to his bicep where the armband proudly stood. Your hands traced up his arm to tug on it slightly, showing him what you meant. “And the one you wear for Norway suits you too.” 

He loved the way your hands moved up his arm, his mind shouldn’t wander again but he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to take in every inch of you and feel your arms clinging onto him as he kissed every part of you. 

“You think so?” He broke himself out of his thoughts, again. “Who knows maybe I’ll get it permanently for Arsenal.” 

“I’m sure you will.” 

“Maybe you should come to Norway and watch me play.” 

“You know -” You went to speak when you felt something well someone run into your leg. Looking down you saw Ben’s nephew looking up at you, a smile on his face. Bending down you took the boy in your arms. “Hello angel, did you enjoy the game?”

“Yeah!” He giggled as you smiled at him. The sight before Martin melted his heart. You’d met Ben’s nephew a few times when you came to games and the boy would always come and say hello no matter what. Martin loved the way you interacted with him, he’d spent countless hours trying to figure out how to ask you on a date without fucking up the friendship and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined what the future held if things went well between the two of you. He was too lost in the scene before him to catch on to the photographer taking a photo of the three of you. 

—

You took your time with getting ready and after Martin mentioned how nice you looked in red you decided to wear a red dress that showed off your body perfectly. Meanwhile Martin was lying on his sofa whilst his friends were already having pre drinks in his kitchen. His eyes were glued to his phone, looking at the photo of you, him and Ben’s nephew. Anyone who didn’t know you both would have thought the two of you were a little family. 

“Just ask her man.” One of his friends leaned over the sofa, handing him a drink. “You’ll only regret it if you don’t.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“How do you know if you don’t ask?” He raised his brows at his friend. “If you keep silent one day someone is going to come along and take her from you and for the rest of your days you’ll have to watch another man put his hands all over her knowing that it should have been you.” 

Martin huffed, setting his phone aside. “You have a point.”

“Do it tonight, have a drink for confidence and just ask her.”

Martin knew he was right. He couldn’t believe he could go out in front of millions and captain his team and country but not even ask out the girl he’d fallen for. He took his mates advice, taking a drink before they left for the club hoping it would give him the confidence he needed to ask you on a date. 

—

You and Martin were sitting alongside the rest of he Arsenal lads, even Mikel had turned up to celebrate their achievement. Ben had bought the entire table shots and made everyone all take them together. The sudden rush of alcohol only adding to Martin’s confidence as he rests his hand on your thigh, a smirk coming to his lips when he felt you ease into his touch and lean closer towards him. 

Martin looked down at you, his eyes raking over your body. He couldn’t help but bite his inner cheek at the sight of you. The red completed your features, only making him desire you even more. He ducked his head down so his lips could ghost your ear as he spoke. “You look beautiful.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You turned your head slightly, now it was your time to admire him. His white shirt tightly wrapped around his chest, clearly displaying every single one of his muscles. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined tracing them with your nails. 

“Thank you darling.” 

“You guys mind if I squeeze in here?” Ben grabbed both of yours attention as he slid inside the booth. There certainly wasn’t room for all of you so everyone was doing their best to squeeze together. 

“No not at all.” Martin replied. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up effortlessly before placing you in his lap, his hands laying across your thighs as Ben sat beside the two of you. “You okay?” Martin whispered in your ear, suddenly realising maybe he should have asked you before pulling you onto his lap. 

“Perfect.” You turned your head to face him as you spoke. 

His hands didn’t leave your body as the night went on. Aaron had introduced a drinking game meaning everyone was slowly getting tipsy well, the lads were getting drunk fastest due to the lack of alcohol they’re allowed to consume during the season. Martin’s lips kept ghosting the back of your neck, almost like he wanted to do something. The feeling of his lips ghosting your skin and the feeling of his arms protectively around your waist and thighs drove you crazy. 

Standing up and pulling your dress down, trying not to come across as flustered from Martin’s touch. “I’m going to get a drink, anyone want another?” 

“Can you get me a pint?” Kieran called out. “I’ll transfer you the money!”

“Can I have one too?” Aaron followed suit. 

“y/n can you get me a double rum and coke?” Saka continued. 

“Do you want one?” You turned to Martin. 

“I’ll come with.” He winked as the pair of you shuffled your way out of the booth and towards the bar. Martin placed a hand on the small of your back as he guided you to the bar. 

You ordered the drinks, getting yours first you took a sip as Martin watched. “What are you drinking?” He asked innocently. 

“Vodka and lemonade, you ever had it before?”

“I have not.”

“You’ve never had vodka and lemonade?” You asked in disbelief. “Martin it’s like the most standard drink you can get -”

“You forget that the two of us have had very different lives darling.” He leaned closer as he spoke. 

“Even so I thought you’d at least have tried it.”

“Nope, never.” 

“Do you want to?” You handed to drink to him. 

“Sure.” Martin raised the glass to lips but never took a sip. He quickly set the glass aside and captured your lips into his, tasting the sweet liquid that still lingered on your lips. His hand came to cup your jaw whilst the other grabbed your waist and pulled your hips into his. You quickly kissed him back, running your hands through his blonde locks, deepening the kiss and allowing him to bite down on your bottom lip, the action alone making you moan. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Believe me Martin.” You planted a light kiss on his lips. “I think I know.” 

“Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to Captain Ødegaard.” 

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down your throat, ødegaard

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warnings: smut — blowjob, also fluff because its martin ødegaard !

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Tiredly, you opened your eyes slowly, taking in the sight in front of you. There he laid, naked like God made him, his eyes focused solely on where his hand ran your left hip up and down gently. You closed your eyes once again, enjoying his touch which was far from the way he manhandled you just six hours before.

"Don't let yourself fall asleep again, min kjæreste", he whispered whilst nibbling playfully on your ear. The norwegian pet name pulled your heart strings and made you smile a little but you really had one thing on your mind and that was sleep.

Kissing your cheek as his hand roamed up your body to your throat where it stopped, squeezing it softly to get a reaction out of you.

"Come on y/n. Let's take a shower before work."

You got the point; everything pretty much smelled like sex and sweat, and it was better to take one than spray on some strong perfume right before going to work eight hours. However a voice in your head cried for an hour more sleep and the desire to do it was overwhelming.

Martin's hand wanderd to your temple, massaging it which in return made you purr like a cat. He knew how to get a reaction out of your body — you had been casual hooking up since January and it was already March. You had been single for a few months, looking for some fun and well.. he catched your eyes with his stern face as he had watched over his teammates on a night out. Normally your type was brunette, full lips and a bulky build because you craved a man who could be rough in the bedroom and be a protector but Martin didn't need to be the biggest in the room; he seemingly owned it. He was hot in a way you couldn't explain and he had more sides on him than the first glance let on. You did fall in love with him over time — you didn't only fuck for fun, no, you met up to grab some food or walk around for hours, talked every other day over phone and once in a while he asked you to be his date for an important award show.

It felt like you were already in a committed relationship.

"With you?", you sheepishly asked him, already knowing the answer. Martin grinned at you and kissed your lips to get a sweet moan from you.

"Only if you want me to."

"You bet I want you", you mumbled between wet kisses, grabbing a fistful of his golden hair. Letting him go, you rolled on your back, waiting patiently for his next step.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Please, you've fucked me good, I can't imagine walking at all." He rolled his eyes in mock irritation but nevertheless pulled you in his arms, securing you with his hands on your ass whilst you clasped your legs around his midsection, hands on his back, feeling his strong muscles work under your touch. Martin looked like one of those Greek gods without even trying.

Walking in the bathroom with you in his arms didnt seem to mind him a bit; he pinched you in the side to let you know that you arrived and dropped you to your feet. He wasn't even a head taller than you, however his aura spoke a different language, taking the full room. You starred each other down, enjoying the tension you built up. The man turned around, giving you a good view of his body as he stepped in the shower.

"Pretty girl, don't you want to lose that shirt of mine and join me?", questioned Martin who started to relax his muscles under the warm water.

Still you stood there, bitting your lips at the view which he quickly noticed and took the upper hand. He firmly gripped his hard dick, strocking up and down as he let out low moans. His head leaned against the cold tiles of his spacious shower, ignoring your presence which you didn't like. Hastily you ripped your shirt off ( one of his arsenal shirts but sharing is caring! ), opening the shower and stepping inside.

You sank to your knees, kissing the flesh of his hip bone, whilst one of your hands touched his abdomen, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips. Despite your butterfly kisses all over his hips he didn't spare a glance at you, annoying the shit out of you so you stopped his hand from stroking and gently sucking on his tip.

Martin let out a loud groan. "Knew you wanted to put your lips on my cook, min tøs."

Motivated by his degrading wording, you began to move your mouth up, taking his dick halfway before going back to the tip, kissing and sucking it hard, elicting one of his pornographic moans. Gradually, you took it further, taking more of the length as you looked up at him and meeting his gaze. His eyes were clouded with Lust, hair wet from the water which made its way down his body.

Wanting to hear him getting louder, you opened your mouth wider to take it all in. His tip reached the back of your throat, causing you to moan on his dick. The vibration sent him extra pleasure and he couldn't stop himself to fuck himself into your mouth.

He wimmernd, chanting your name.

"Fuck y/n, I'm going to cum."

You hallowed your cheeks, pleasing him even more before he spilled down your throat, tights shaking under your fingers. You still bobbed your head along his cook, milking him off his last drop. Then you let his length out with a satisfying pop, kissing your way up to his lips, making him taste himself. Martin broke up the kiss first, his eyes holding an emotion you couldn't explain.

"I'm not letting you go, you know?", he said, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead once he turned the water off and started to towel down your body.

Jokingly you replied, not realizing what he actuallymeant. "I have to work, sunny. Can't drop everything for you."

Turning your head to meet his eyes, he gave you a waning look. You searched for the answer in his eyes, wondering what he was trying to tell you.

"It's me and you, okay? I don't want to label this", he pointed between you both, "as a casual hookup."

Your breath caught in your throat and fear spread through you. He wouldn't dump you after you sucked his dick, right?

"What do you want then if not hooking up?"

"I want you to dress up for tonight so I can take you out on a real date, yeah? I want more than just your body and I want to be able to tell everyone that we're dating." Your heart fluttered at his words and you nodded in agreement. "Fantastic. I'd fuck you but time isn't in our favour", Martin smirked, hitting your ass.

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Kissing Father Christmas

25 Days Of Christmas 16. “I saw Mummy kissing Father Christmas”  Martin Odegaard Word Count: 316 Christmas was slowly approaching, your little girl Alice was so excited for Christmas. She was at the perfect age to understand Christmas a little better.

Martin was just so happy for Alice to finally understand he had decided that this was the year he was dressing up as Father Christmas. He was so excited that he had ordered the costume way in advance, so he was fully prepared for it all. "Right I have wrapped up all the presents, obviously the bike isn't being attempted because I can't wrap to save my life so I don't wanna risk that" you laughed as you dragged all of the presents in as you heard a bang. "What was that?" you jumped, as you looked back in the living room to see Martin getting dressed as Santa. "Martin, I thought someone had broken into the house you made me jump" you playfully slapped his arm. "Sorry I needed to play the part and get into the whole father Christmas part" he laughed as he pulled the white beard up. "Mm I like that look" you laughed as you pulled your phone out as you took a video of him acting as Santa when Martin moved over to kiss you whilst getting white fluff in your mouth. You heard a little noise coming from behind the door and there was someone standing at the door. "I saw Mummy kissing Father Christmas" Alice whispered as she pointed at Martin as his eyes widened. "This isn't the real Santa, nobody has ever seen him. This is just Daddy dressed up?" you pulled his beard down and Martin smiled. "Oh" Alice muttered. "You don't get to see Santa, he has to do it when you're sleeping so you don't peek at your presents" you smiled as Alice snuggled up to Martin. "So up to bed you?" you ushered her out of the room.

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A better apology (Martin Ødegaard x Reader)

**Requested. I hope you guys enjoy it! It’s a little harder to write for people I don’t follow but still a lot of fun 😊❤️**

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"Alright. As former captain, I'll supervise this new captain initiation", said Xhaka, staring at his successor.

"Captain initiation? That's not a thing".

"It's at Arsenal, Martin. And it's time for yours".

The team had decided to go for dinner together at a fancy London restaurant. It was the beginning of the season and a bit of bonding wouldn't hurt. But this turn of events was not something the new young captain welcomed.

"I'm not singing here. We'll be kicked out".

"Nah, singing is boring. You have to do something else".

"What?"

"Steal something".

"What?!", Martin couldn't believe what his teammate was asking. "I'm not going to steal anything! Are you crazy?"

"Just something small. They won't notice".

"It's a tradition", said Ramsdale, trying not to laugh. He was pretty sure there was no tradition but he wanted to join in the joke.

Martin shook his head and they all changed the subject and continued eating. But he couldn't stop thinking about it. His teammates knew he was superstitious and would worry about this bringing the team bad luck. 

So when he got up to go to the bathroom, he noticed a very small decoration near the door. And so on the way out, he took it and put it in his pocket.

"Done!", he said when he sat down.

"You're kidding!", said Bukayo, looking around to see if anyone was looking at them when his captain took the decoration from his pocket and showed them briefly.

Xhaka was laughing but he was also impressed. "Yeah, we are in good hands with you. But I might never invite you to my house. I have expensive stuff there".

Martin rolled his eyes and put the decoration back in his pocket. He still couldn't believe what he had done. 

By the time they were done with dinner, they all looked at him and left. He had to pay too, great.

"Excuse me!", he told you when you walked past the table. "Could I have the bill, please? Whenever you have the time".

"Of course".

You had been paying attention to the table. You weren't allowed to serve them but being an Arsenal fan, you couldn't deny it was intriguing to see the players there.

"Here. Do you want me to add what you stole to the total or do you want to give it back and we can pretend nothing happened?

You weren't normally this bold. It wouldn't be deemed professional. But seeing him do that had really annoyed you. These men have everything they could ask for…but want to steal things too? Ridiculous.

Martin had gone even paler when he heard your words. His hand went to his pocket and he took the decoration out and gave it to you.

"It's not what it looks like".

"I don't care about what it is".

He felt so disappointed. This wasn't something he did but he let his teammates pressure him and do it. And now he had embarrassed himself in front of you. And, of course, he didn’t know you but had noticed you moving around the restaurant all night. 

"Here", he said, giving you the card machine back after paying.

"Thank you, sir. I hope your meal was pleasant and that we see you again soon", you said, politely.

Martin just nodded and left, still embarrassed. And you felt slightly bad for him but…he got himself into that situation. 

When you looked at the receipt you noticed the tip he had left. He must have felt really guilty.

                                        **

"Someone is asking for you?", told you one of your coworkers.

"For me? Which table?"

"Not a table. It's someone by the front door".

"But I can't leave…I'm really busy".

"Charlie knows. It's fine".

So you went to the door, wondering who could be asking for you. And then saw Martin there.

"Can we talk?"

"I'm working".

"It's ok. Your manager is giving you a 20-minute break".

"He is?", you asked, shocked. "Is he having a stroke?"

Martin laughed at your reaction. "Just come with me, please".

When you were finally alone, you two sat down and you looked at him waiting to see what he wanted from you.

"I wanted to apologize. For the other day. It was a prank my teammates played on me and I was stupid enough to fall for it. Not that it excuses my behaviour but I wanted to let you know".

"You weren't stealing from me. I'm not the one who deserves an apology".

"You were the only one who noticed and I don't know who owns the restaurant, so", he shrugged.

"Ok, you're forgiven".

"You don't mean that".

"I just…I'm a fan, ok? And I was not allowed to work on your table because I wasn't trusted or whatever", you said, rolling your eyes. "And then I saw that you do that and…it was disappointing. Especially that it was you who did it".

He noticed the blush on your cheeks and smiled.

"Why was it worse? Bukayo is the saint, not me".

"But Bukayo isn't my favourite", you confessed. 

"Then I'm even more sorry. I'll make sure you forget about this when I'm on the pitch".

"I guess that will do", you said, laughing.

You realized your break was almost finished. Already?, you thought, annoyed.

"I need to go".

"So, am I forgiven?", he asked, offering his hand for you to shake.

"You're forgiven, captain".

                                      **

"Someone is asking for you…again".

"What?"

Your coworker just pointed at the front door again and you were wondering if Martin had shown up again. I mean, you forgave him, why would he be there?

"Hi miss, can you sign here?"

"Sure".

It wasn't Martin but a delivery man with a box for you. You signed the notice and took the box quickly, anxious to know what was in it but also knowing you needed to get back to work soon.

When you opened it, you saw a red shirt. An Arsenal shirt. And unfolding it, you saw the name Ødegaard on the back. You put it down to see the rest of the box’s contents and found two tickets for the next match…and a letter.

"Talking to you the other day didn't seem like enough, so I hope tickets for a match are a better peace offer. For a better apology. 

And since I'm your favourite, you can wear my shirt to the match. And maybe, if you want me to, I can sign it for you after we win.

Martin".

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sunshine becomes you (pt. 2)

Despite his young age, Martin's the captain for the Arsenal for a reason. He's calm and collected most of the time and opponents rarely could ever entice any provoking display of emotion from him. But there's one person in London Colney that rubs him in all the wrong way... yet he wants to help her?

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Note: turns out i can't put the words into 2-part stories so here we go, it's turning into a mini series! (is this a good news for you, odegirlies?) but it won't be longer than 5-part, though, as i'm working on the ending as we speak. oh and beware of the dialogues that's spiking in number than in pt. 1. but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so this is ofc not proof-read. feedbacks are also always welcome! hope you like them as much as i like writing them!

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“Eve,”

The owner of the name jumped in her seat. “Martin.”

You must’ve thought Martin officially helping Eve would melt the ice as big as the Antarctica between them? No, not a chance.

No matter how many times Martin had graced the front desk with his presence—of which the the amount had increased significantly by a grand total of two times since their first ever conversation a while ago—Eve couldn’t shake off the feeling of being surprised.

Probably because she was, considering Martin always dropped by in times she least expected him to. And considering the fact they didn’t share any other interaction during the same length of time between their monumental event—as she liked to call the first time Martin had spoken to her—and present.

Yes, unfortunately Martin had resorted back to his old habit of shrugging off her morning greetings, and she didn’t know what and how else to engage him without revealing their secret plan.

Maybe she’d hoped for the stars. But in all honesty, she didn’t expect Martin to go full on bright replying her like Bukayo always did—a small smile would be more than enough, considering where and how far Martin and Eve had come from.

Maybe he was sticking true to his part of this plan of theirs. They did agree that their first—and last—appearance at the Christmas party would be a surprise nobody could’ve seen coming. If he did concede to Eve’s signature good morning in front of Louisa, the building would’ve sniffed the bloody smell in less than 15 minutes.

“I’ve got another package.”

“Ah, yeah, just in time,” At this point, Eve was already a master in hiding her disappointed expression that Martin still considered her as nothing more than mailbox. “Another one for Martin Odellson. Quite a creative name, by the way.”

“Glad you think my way of evading stalker’s creative,” Martin didn’t smile much, especially around her, but maybe it was for the best. The small tug on the corner of his lips became so much valuable than it was. “Where’s Louisa?”

“She’s off early today, sick and all,” Eve handed him the form to sign and his package beside them. “Why’d you ask?”

No, nope. She swore to God she’d asked purely out of curiosity, not because she’d wondered what she hadn’t done that earned Louisa of Martin’s acknowledgement before Eve ever did, despite being half a year being Louisa’s senior.

“Good riddance, then,” Eve couldn’t believe her ears of Martin’s words. That’d got to be the vilest sentence that came out from the good captain’s mouth, bar the things he spitted to express his exasperation on the pitch. “How’s the dress I sent you? It fits you fine, I take it?”

Right, the evening gown that shocks me to the very last of particles. “Yeah, about that…”

Martin hummed, encouraging her to continue, as his hands moved to curve his signature on the form.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you that.”

The Norwegian finished off the last cursive as he pointed her another blank look. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I don’t know how to get a hold of you without being suspected by everyone in this building and their mothers?” Oh, it felt so good to throw back Martin’s Mr-Know-It-All look for once. “Have you ever thought of it that way?”

But Martin didn’t slip on his feet. The captain threw the same amount of isn’t-obvious look to her. “You have my phone number.”

“Wait, I can text you?”

Eve was meaning to throw him some sarcastic reply but Martin genuinely didn’t think much of it. “Why do you think you can’t?”

“You don’t exactly give off the vibe that I can,” How dare he rolls his eyes at me now?! “About the gown, though. I’m afraid I’ll have to return them to you.”

“Why, it doesn’t fit you or something?” He shifted his weight away from his left leg, his head leaning to the same direction in confusion. “Do I get your size wrong?”

Eve really couldn’t fathom that look, that very look of pure confusion plastered all over his face. As if she was acting strange, as if it didn’t concern him for once that he’d get hold of her size without asking Eve herself.

The last one, though—she promised herself to ask him next time. “No, but it’s Oscar de La Renta.”

“And?”

“And? And?” Martin had to steer his head away five inches back, due to the outburst. “That gown costs my entire arm!”

“But I’m sure you look beautiful in it.”

No will look, no going to. As if it was the present, the long withstanding fact.

Eve had to give it to Martin if this was the game he always plays with whomever he’s romantically involved in. He played his cards with the minds of Mikel Arteta and the face of a poker player. “Well, that’s—”

“You don’t deny it so I must be right,” Eve could sigh in resignation. She didn’t know Martin could be stone-headed, but then her knowledge of him was rather limited. “I don’t see the reason to return them to me, then.”

“But it makes me feel cheap, okay?” Eve let out another deep breath because while the sentence carried out a heavy weight, somehow talking to Martin—as much as she hated spelling it out for his clueless self—made it better. “Like you pay me for acting well.”

Martin let out a breath that was borderline scoffing, and Eve decided she didn’t like it one bit. “You know that is never my intention, Eve. Never, you hear me? You think of it too much,”

And before the gaping mouth of hers could produce another sound, Martin shut her down. “You feel like that because you let yourself think that way. Me, on the other hand, is helping you gather whatever’s dignity stolen from you because I want to,”

Eve had to hold back an audible gasp when Martin’s eyes zeroed back at her, and she—for a stupid, split moment—thought how his opponents didn’t cower under his stare. It felt so intense, so… intimate, too, in their case. As if one word from her would shatter the thin bubble they were in.

“If it’s any help, no one deserves to be treated the way Bob did to you. I can’t stand that, regardless who they are,” But the smile etched in his face didn’t fade at all, resembling him to the Joker on a mission. “You just happen to be someone I’m well-acquainted of.”

And there it was.

Well-acquainted of.

As if he didn’t just make her feel beautiful before the word came crashing down on her.

“If it makes you feel better about it, you can always pay it back.”

Martin really didn’t get the memo to leave her alone for a minute, did he?

“It’d take me a thousand years to pay you back,” Eve couldn’t help but to roll her eyes this time around. “Not everyone earns a hundred thousand pounds a week, Martin.”

“Then do me a favour, since I’ve done one,” The eagerness in his eyes didn’t dim for a second, hands now placed on the desk between them. The determination Eve could notice as he leaned in was actually a sight to be held—if he grazed the grass a bit here—and she could understand why the rest of the team was willing to fight alongside him and Mikel. “Let someone take care of you for a night,”

Eve didn’t bother to let the gasp escape her lips.

“Let me do that for you, at least, as my parting gift.”

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Eve so officially hated Martin Ødegaard.

Martin had texted her a couple of hours just before he was supposed to pick her up, that he couldn’t do the first part of the charade a.k.a the red carpet, because he had to do all the media duties for Christmas week and pre-party stuffs. Eve knew it was his obligation as a well-loved player but good God, they were supposed to come to the party together, not just being seen together. Why didn’t he finish those things before tonight, anyway?

Well, the good old Norsk insisted it was going to look better on her because they would swoop everyone more speechless than they intended before hanging up on her.

How was she supposed to tell him that a big part of her confidence, especially when wearing this overpriced peace of clothing, came from having him near her?

Everyone had been complimenting how good she looked with the gown or how fantastic the colour complimented her complexion, but Eve couldn’t help but still feel like a fraud. She might be thanking them in honesty but when Martin joined her later, nothing that came out of her mouth would be genuine, nothing more than a set of practiced lies she and Martin had planned beforehand. She wasn’t good at lying at the first place, adding the reason why she so badly needed her partner-in-crime to be here with her.

Relax, Eve. No one knows you’re here with Martin yet, which means you’re still not lying to anyone yet, she said to herself. She sounded more like she hypnotised herself at this point but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to take a revenge on her heartbreak without feeling too much guilt eating her from inside out.

“I don’t recall you being invited here,” Oh, speaking of the devil, complete in flesh and blood. “Who’s your link?”

“I don’t recall they can let in a piece of jerk inside,” Don’t look at him, Eve. You’re much stronger than that. “Who’s your link?”

“You don’t answer my question.”

She still didn’t spare him a look, no matter how much her eyes caught on his movements. “It’s a question that doesn’t deserve an answer.”

Bob scoffed, the very one that he gave when he felt oh so superior. Eve realised now that he used to give her the same kind so much when they were dating. “You know we’ll find out soon enough, don’t you?”

“Certainly not from me,” Eve was so ready to puke at the sight of him, she’d never hated Martin more than now for not blocking her direct view of this scumbag. “You know how much I hate giving attention to any attention seeker.”

Before Bob could retaliate Eve’s attack, a familiar warmth stepped in beside her. “I’m sorry I’m late, Angel.”

On any other circumstances, Martin’s hand slithering its way on Eve’s back and his lips touching the side of her head would definitely give her a stroke. This time, knowing she’d have him on her side for the rest of the night, was turning to warm all over her body with a familiar sense of security. Probably an abundance of comfort, too—not that she’d tell him that now.

But at least, she let him know how relieved she was that he was now here with her as they shared looks when he continued, “Media duties, you know?”

Martin welcomed the underlying gratefulness from Eve and smiled at the tiniest form of communication only two of them understood. Oh, so much had changed the past weeks between them—she took a mental note to treat him something of his liking with her severance pay for understanding her without words.

Eve shot him back a smile, this time her eyes followed by a teasing glint and he somehow knew she was in to kill the man bothering her. “Oh, how would I know, really? I mean, this is my first rodeo having a footballer boyfriend.”

Martin’s smile widened at her unprecedented choice of words to jab the frozen ex-boyfriend they both unanimously and silently decided to ignore. “Then I shall show you what you’ve been missing on, baby.”

“Fancy seeing you here, Martin.”

If it wasn’t because of the music, her ex-boyfriend would certainly not miss the deep growl Martin unconsciously let out overlaying the deep sigh.

“Ah, yes, Bob. I see you haven’t lost your inner arsehole,” Martin smiling when he didn’t mean it was the scariest kind of Martin, Eve had come to realise. “Was he bothering you at all, Angel?”

Eve knew they were only spitting their rehearsed line but she could see Martin’s eyes were blazing with real fire burning, even though he didn’t spare her a glance—heck, he was busy sizzling Bob down. She could only hope she wouldn’t be at the other end of that stare, ever.

“Angel?”

Martin didn’t need to look back at Eve to know the answer to that; her head shaking lightly against his suit was enough of an answer. Which relieved him because he hated going to the media duties, knowing he’d leave her exposed for anyone to see at the party.

“Good,” As a result of his dangerous thought, he pulled Eve closer by the waist, hating more at the possible number of men trying to talk her out of here before he came. “I’d hate to break some legs on this beautiful night.”

“I didn’t know you’re together.”

“I don’t see the reason to tell the whole world I’m dating someone else,” Eve had been waiting all week for Martin to throw any punchline—he’d spoilt her with his discreet desire to verbally punch him since physical brawl isn’t allowed—at Bob for bringing his mistress to the physio internal party. “You see, that’s the difference between being truly famous and trying to be popular with the crowd. We’d like to keep most of our matters private.”

Sweet mama. Eve was starting to not regret having Martin as her date. No one else delivered those lines with such precision without having to literally look Bob from head to toe in disgust—his own fame and achievement had already done it for him.

“But I thought you—”

“Why are you surprised anyway? Are you starting to regret dumping her now she’s with me?”

Their script didn’t go as far as this phase, should they encounter Bob confronting Eve. But damn, Eve couldn’t stop marvelling how Martin sounded protective of her. Like they were real.

Which was a very dangerous thought, she had to add in bold.

“Don’t you ought to say thank you to me for dumping her?”

Martin might not show it in his face but he was seething with anger at merely the sight of this guy. Now he had the nerve to say that? If it wasn’t because of Eve’s hand traveling on his back, bringing him down to Earth where Eve was there with him and the last thing he’d like to do was to embarrass her, he would’ve definitely started a brawl. Consequences be damned. “You should be the one thanking me for not pursuing her from the very first day I came to the club. Now, will you excuse us because I’d like my girlfriend to meet people I care about.”

Eve’s heart took another deep plunge to the trench for reasons she was confused herself. Was it because how proud she was of Martin showing who was the boss or for was it because how natural the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled out of his tongue?

Eve took another mental note to tell Martin slow down with the whole couple thing or she might fall into the same deception everyone else received from their acts tonight.

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The outcome of the altercation between Martin and Eve’s ex-boyfriend, despite the captain trying to handle it low and classy, was that the entire room was reduced to silence.

Some were astounded at how Martin could lose control over his temper outside the pitch. Some others were more astonished at the sight of Martin coming to Eve’s aid—with a side kiss, mind you!—when the entire Emirates Stadium at this point that Martin had never brushed shoulder with the woman during his stint in Arsenal’s shirt so far.

Eve could feel herself slowly shrinking under everyone’s prying eyes because it was totally overwhelming for someone who had always been a fan of Arsenal, not the other way around. Unlike Martin, whom everyone and their mothers idolised.

“Breathe, Angel,” Eve even jumped at Martin’s whisper, as he led her towards their table with a gentle nudge feathering across her open back, because none of this was what she signed up for. She only agreed to steal the thunder from Bob and the wench, not to direct the spotlight to her. “You’re doing great.”

She hissed under her breath, “How on Earth could you play in a full-packed stadium?!”

“Let them be,” Martin maneuverer her from his left to his right, hands still placed firmly on her hips, bar the subtle movement of back and forth towards her belly to slightly ease her nerves. “I have the prettiest gem of all, after all.”

Martin must be talking about someone else.

“Don’t blame me if I puke on your expensive shoes.”

The free, unfiltered laughter from Martin left Eve in a further bewildered state it left her breathless. For his entire facial features lit up in the way the lighting above was only able to pronounce them more beautifully than usual. “Then talk to me, what are you thinking now?”

“Angel?” Now that they were seated for the formal charity gala that was about to start, along with the rest of the leadership team, Eve could finally confront the one thing that had been bothering her so far into the night. “Really, Martin?”

Martin slid his arm behind her, perching comfortably on top of the chair, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Like everything in this setting was his habitat, and Eve tried to tone down the shudder than ran on her back at the thought Martin was cunning as the con-artist Eve had expected to save her arse the first time he’d offered his help.

But at that precise point, Eve could care less about the remaining of their table. She couldn’t look away at the crease he made due to his movement of leaning in too close to her, the shirt hugging his body deliciously perfectly. The music in the background could swallow their conversation anyway.

“Your name’s Evangeline, no?”

Martin’s tone wasn’t challenging but the glint on his eyes teasingly said the otherwise. I’d like to see you try, those Nordic Ocean blue eyes said, and she had no other choice but to fall deep down the abyss. “It is—”

 “Then why fight me?”

“Because nobody calls me like that.”

“Exactly why I’m calling you that,” Martin loved getting a reaction out of a flustered Eve, so he did just that. He leaned in, so much closer to her she could sniff his perfume, and my God was it more intoxicating than the expensive champagne rolled in every minute. “What kind of boyfriend am I to call you like everyone else? Where’s the speciality card for the boyfriend?”

Eve stiffened at his charge; her mind went white all of the sudden. “How do you know my full name, by the way?”

Martin couldn’t help but smirk at her futile attempt to hide her nervousness. “I know a lot more about you than you think I do.”

There went Eve’s existence, dissolved into the air at Martin’s words. She should really gather herself before she went down the drain that Martin had—rather on false pretense, on top of that—been leading her. Think, Eve! Think of something! You cannot succumb to the pressure! “Ugh, how can beat that nickname? It can’t get more original than yours.”

Martin actually laughed from her futile attempt to hide her flustered self. “I’d like to see you try, solskinn.”

*solskinn means “sunshine” in norwegian. but cmiiw.

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[nicolesainz]

Footloose (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader (Erling Haaland’s sister)

Warnings: extreme fluff

Summary: She’s on the way to her school dance, with no parter along. Martin has an obstacle standing in his way. But he is willing to go through it, just for a dance with her.

Special dedication to my besties @freedaxf1+ Jo

“Let me see you baby sis, come on!” Erling shouts from downstairs, as I apply my final layer of lipstick. I take a deep breath and put on my heels, before going down the stairs carefully.

Whilst I make my way down to the hall, I can feel my brother’s and mother’s eyes following my path, pictures being taken of me and the awkwardness kicks in.

Suddenly, a third figure catches my eye, even though his were already glued on me. My brother’s best friend and Norway teammate, Martin, was a part of my life for a long time. He’s two years older than my brother but five years than me.

The age gap was never an obstacle for me to be attracted to him. He was my first love, he still is, considering I refuse to look at another man, or a man at me. Martin was always more mature than my brother, more sensible and thoughtful.

He would always ask me if I wanted to join them in a game of football or attend one of their matches, to which Erling would always respond “I don’t think she’d be interested in that” or “It’s boys time now, mate. We’ll hang out with her later”.

Martin was smart enough to notice the frown in my face and disappointment in my eyes. In between his games or whenever he found an excuse to leave the room, he would always come up to me and apologize. Even if we spent five minutes together, they meant a lot to me.

“Oh my Kjære, you look breathtaking! A proper lady. Erling, take the pictures, I need a minute” my mother mumbles in between her cries and sniffs.

My brother holds his phone up and snaps multiple pictures of me. Only in those pictures I don’t look once in the camera. My eyes are locked with Martin’s and I feel like the world has stopped for a brief moment.

Martin was always a man I looked up to. He surely is the fierce, powerful and restless captain of Arsenal, but I know him as the sweet, tender and humble Norwegian, that would always help me, even if that meant fighting with Erling afterwards.

His tongue swiped across his lips, wetting them and making my heart beat a little faster than usual. I have to admit that he was the most handsome boy I’ve met in my life. No man is perfect but for him, I will make an exception.

“Okay, stop the lovey dovey eye talk you two. Her boyfriend is coming soon” Erling says and in seconds Martin’s head spins with a shocked look in his eyes. I almost fell down the stairs but I thankfully manage to steady myself on the handle next to me.

“Are you alright Y/N? You’re not hurt, are you?” Martin’s eyes were a mixture of concern and jealousy at the same time. He quickly moved to my side, holding my hand firmly.

“I’m okay. Saved by the bell. Tusen takk, Martin. And what are you saying? What boyfriend?” I ask my brother, trying to understand the theory created in his head.

“The guy who was yesterday with you, while I was picking you up? Isn’t he your boyfriend? You looked pretty close” I could feel Martin’s eyes glued to my lips, hanging from them, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t know if anyone has fouled you at the head but no. He is Jason and my best friend, who surely isn’t into women” my brother was silenced and a soft breath escaped Martin’s mouth.

“So, you’re going to the final dance alone? No date?” My mother said, with a concern drawn all over her eyes as if this is the end of the world.

“My friends will be there. We are going to have some fun and then I am coming back home” I reply bluntly, trying to hide my sadness and disappointment.

If I could have a dance partner tonight, I’d love for him to be the blonde Norwegian, whose hand is on my wait, holding me still, and causing a million little sparks to fly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t know. If there’s anything I can do to make your night better tell me and I will do it in a heartbeat” Erling comes up to me and wraps us into a big hug, one that he doesn’t often give to anyone, but I am the exception.

“We will take you there. It’s on our way to the pitch, so we can also pick you up quicker” he continues while picking up his car keys and looking at my mom, whose eyes were still very red fro crying.

I went up to her and gave her a big hug. Eve though attending this prom was never in my original plans, I do it for her. She couldn't attend her school dance, because she got pregnant with my brother. I love her too much to let this opportunity go to waste.

"I hope you have a wonderful time min elskede. This is your night. And who knows, maybe a prince will come along the way. Be careful and take loads of pictures. Jeg elsker deg" she softly says, caressing my curls that were falling all the way down to my elbows.

"Come on princess, before your carriage turns into a pumpkin with me and Martin into mice" My brother whines, while honking loudly enough to disturb the neighbourhood.

"Slutt å være et rasshøl" (stop being an asshole). I hear Martin complain to Erling, as he was clearly being very annoying at the moment.

On our way to my school, I play with all my rings that are hanging from my fingers, while Martin's eyes are roaming all over my body, scanning my every move and little detail on my outfit. I refused to look up, so our eyes would lock, but even the feeling on me, caused a thousand little tingles on my heart.

When I finally looked up, so I could tell my brother where to stop, my eyes fell on Martin's, who was still looking at me through the mirror at the front. A smile was formed on his lips and so on mine. It wasn't awkward in the slightest. It was like a conversation between us, where he mouths at me 'You look incredible'

"Okay missy. We have arrived. A few rules, so we get things straight. No drinking. No smoking. No running behind boys. No weird danced that I may see by accident on insta. But most of all, do not bring along anyone afterwards unless it's one of your girlfriends"

"You sound worse than dad. I will be fine, Erling. You guys will be less than fifteen minutes away from here. If I need anything I will ring you up. Martin, can you go and escort her? I seriously don't need to go back there"

"Of course. Unless Y/N, doesn't want me to, then I won't pressure her"

"It's okay. I truly don't mind. Better than the beast of a brother I have. He will take all the attention away and people will start to gossip"

"I love you too, lillesøster" Erling flashes me an ironic smile before I open my door.

"Aldri sagt at jeg gjorde det" (Never said I did), I reply, with a soft laugh escaping Martin and earning a death stare from my brother.

Martin offered me his hand and I held it firmly, so I could walk up the stairs, without tripping on my dress. Holding his hand was like a hundred butterflies hovering on my stomach and throat. I felt safe, even if that was for a few minutes.

As we reached the top, Martin's fingers were fixing my hair messed by the wind and skimmed through my skin softly. The lightest touch of his could make my knees go weak for him. He doesn't know the effect he has on me.

Our faces are very close to each other's and my entire body is shaking. I can't possibly take my eyes from him. I take every chance I have to cherish his presence, when he is not back in London. Seeing him on the television screen, doesn't compare to his real life grace. He is simply majestic and I hate myself for loving him this much.

"Nyt denne kvelden, min favoritt. Du vil være den vakreste jenta der inne" (Enjoy your night, my favourite. You will be the most beautiful girl in there). Martin whispers in my ear, before landing an unexpected kiss on my cheek. My whole face had turned scarlet red and I thought my heart would run miles to find his after that. We were very close, but not in a million years I thought that my first kiss, even if it was on the cheek, would be by my lifelong crush.

"Thank you. I appreciate it very much. I hope the game goes well tonight and you win. I will root from afar!" If I could drag him inside with me, I certainly would do. And if I wasn't afraid of his reaction.

In the face of the angry, pained, harsh Arsenal captain that everyone knew, I saw a man that I would do everything to have. A loving, heartfelt, adoring man.

Martin's hands drop mine slowly, hesitating and waves me goodbye before going back into my brother's car. I find it very unfair that I can't spend my night with him.

Once I open the gates and witness the beauty of the stadium, my eyes fall on all my friends who were dancing with their boyfriends. Stephanie notices me and excuses herself from her beloved one, before making her way towards me, wrapping her arms around me.

"I am so glad you decided to come! If you didn't, I would start ringing your bell until you hates me. My goodness, you look amazing. Oh my, Y/N!" Stephanie showers me with compliments and I repay her with the same gift. She shows me where we are supposed to sit and I see Jason on the table, alone, looking at his crush, who is on his phone, equally alone.

"Hey Jace. You look great. I am sorry for being late" I greet with a smile and give him a hug. I can hear him sighing loudly, clearly disappointed at tonight.

"At least now I am not entirely alone. You look very nice by the way!" he says, still looking away from me an focusing on a few tables afar. I feel so bad for him, because I can understand the position he is in.

I have to help him. If it can't be me who is happy tonight, at least let it be Jason who is. And he deserves to be happy, I know that he has chances with that boy and that the feelings are mutual.

"Can I give you a piece of advice? And if you want follow it. I am sure though that it will help you with the situation” I caress Jason’s back, trying to calm his down, as his whole body is tense, seeing that the man is about to leave.

“Go and talk to him. He’s been waiting for you. Trust me. It will be okay. I’m sure things will turn out the way you like them” I flash him a smile, while he’s grinning innocently, afraid of being embarrassed and things going south.

“I’ll change name and country if this fails. But I’m still taking you with me, even if this is your plan. I need someone and you’re the only who tolerates me”

“I don’t tolerate you Jason, you’re my friend. And I want the best for you. So for this once, trust me. I’ll be here waiting”

“I love you so much to be mad at you, no matter what” I said before leaving in a rush, trying to catch the man who would have been his possible date.

I plumped on my seat and watched everyone dancing with their partners during very slow romantic songs that made my heart melt. It was a sight for sore eyes. I went on my Instagram to scroll a bit through the stories. Everyone had posted the ballroom, so I decided to snap a few pic too.

It didn’t bother me that I didn’t have a boy to dance with. It bothered me that I couldn’t be with a certain boy. Other girls at the pitch were probably flirting and cheering for him, old friends of theirs and I was in a long blue dress, unable to go anywhere, thinking I’d be considered crazy if I walked all the way from the school up to the field.

Scrolling accidentally to my first story, didn’t help either as Martin’s face popped up and the unease inside me grew bigger. I probably have more pictures of Martin than I have of me or my brother and friends.

I decided to shut down my phone and just let myself enjoy the slow music. It was peaceful and thanks to my luck, Jason was seeing leaving with the guy he was eyeing since forever. He waved me goodbye and mouthed ‘thank you, I owe you’

I waved both of them and made the heart symbol with my fingers. Mission accomplished as they say. At least someone got what they desired tonight.

As I was about to make my way towards my friends who were telling me to come on the dance floor, my phone clung and the name I so badly desired appeared on my screen.

Martin: having fun? do you need anything?

If I could, I’d say ‘please come, pick me up and simply take me with you’ but that would have too much so instead, I played it cool. Well, as much as I could.

Me: not a fun fest, but decent.

Martin: Do you need me to come around?

Me: What? No. Don’t waste your time. Go and play. I’ll be fine.

Martin: No way. I’m coming there. Stay inside so you don’t get cold.

Me: I’ve told you I’m okay. Erling will blame me for whining. We will talk later.

Martin: Too late. Already on my way. Stay inside.

Why was he doing this? Why would he drop his game just to pick me up, when he could have easily told me to go get a taxi or ask mom to take me?

Because Martin isn’t that type of person. Because he actual cares about you. He isn’t a simple man who won’t give the slightest attention. He is willing to give you the world, but you simply don't know it yet.

I walked towards the door, before I saw Stephanie, looking weirdly at me, asking where I was going. I told her that I was going to leave and asked me if I needed anything from her. I thanked her for tonight and making an effort to cheer me up.

As I was about to open the gates, a rushing and sweaty Martin came up to me, with an angry looking in his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to stay inside?" he took my hand and led us outside, covering me with his jacket, so I couldn't get cold.

"I was just about to go out. Nothing would have happened. Relax" I say in an annoyed tone, clearly not wanting to sound as mean as I did.

"Fuck, Y/N, you never know. I was just being careful and thoughtful towards you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you"

"Tell that to yourself, because now you are getting sick, being all sweaty and without wearing a jacket. Are you insane?"

"I don't care about me. I know how to handle the cold in those situations. All I want is for you to be safe, but you are making it very difficult for me"

"Why Martin?"

"What why? Are you seriously asking me why I care about you?"

"Yes. Yes I am. Why are you always taking my side, instead of my brother's? Why are you always willing to let me join your games, when I know shit about football? Why are you always coming to my aid when I've let myself be alone?"

"Because, my dear, you have always been kinder than anyone else. You have been my angel on earth. In denial. In denial of my love towards you. In denial that someone can love you. And especially someone like me who is presented as coldhearted, mean and selfish"

I felt the earth stop spinning and my heart thumping against my chest so hard, I thought it was about to burst out, with Martin's name carved on top of it. Did he actually admit being in love with me? The Martin Ødegaard? My Martin?

"Y-you l-lo-love m-m-me?" the words barely came out of my mouth. I was stunned and I think starstruck but what had just happened.

"Jeg elsker deg som om det ikke finnes noen morgendag. Jeg elsker deg som om jeg kan ta på stjernene og gi dem til deg. Jeg elsker deg så høyt at jeg dedikerer hver eneste målfeiring til deg, mens verden ser på oss." (I love you as if there is no tomorrow. I love you as if I can touch the stars and gift them to you. I love you this much to dedicate every of my goal celebrations to you, with the world watching us.)

I felt tears escaping my tears and falling down to my wet lips. I couldn't stop smiling for a single second. This was all that I wanted.

"You don't know, how long I had been wanting to hear those words. And I would have waited for you as much as necessary. Whether that was weeks, months or years, I would have waited for you and loved you unconditionally. Because, I love you too Martin."

I got picked up by him and held in his tight hug. The sweetest most amazing hug I have ever received. This felt like a dream coming true. Like magic.

He closed the gap between us with a soft kiss, full of every emotion I had felt for Martin and every emotion he had felt for me. His lips connected perfectly with mine, dancing along and not letting each other apart.

He put me down and put his hands on me cheeks, holding me firmly and deepening the kiss even more. We both refused to let each other go now that we found wonderland. I felt Martin mumbling in between the kisses:

"I am going to kiss and love you for forever. You are truly my favourite person on this planet"

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[tierneysodegaard]

Work For It - Martin Odegaard x Reader

Martin Odegaard x female!reader

Word count: 1.5K

Requested: Yes/No

A/N: I’m very tempted to make a part 2 to this, we will see ;)

Warnings: Angst, swearing

Summary: You and Martin were childhood sweethearts. You gave up everything to be with him when we started to play at Real Madrid before moving to London for his move to Arsenal. Since then Martin was happier but when the pressure of Captain and Top 4 started to come into effect he began to change, forgetting birthdays, anniversaries, everything. Until one day he and you lose your cools. Martin realises how much he fucked up and will do anything to get you back.

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You and Martin had always been drawn to one another. The pair of you had gone to school with one another and had been connected at the hip ever since. He invited you to his football matches, telling you he would in fact be a professional player. Unlike the other kids at school, you believed him. Sure enough, he left for Real Madrid and you had to make a decision, finish school and go with him or finish school and stay behind. The move was a daunting thing, you were both so young and there was never any confirmation he would do well in a senior team but you followed him everywhere. 

His journey at Real Madrid wasn’t a kind one. He wasn’t happy, he wasn’t playing as well as you knew he could. He shined heavily when playing for Norway but couldn’t seem to do the same at his club. Martin never really got on with anyone either, sure he would have some laughs with the guys but it wasn’t something that made everything worthwhile. In the winter of 2021, he joined Arsenal on loan and was a different man. The happiness he had when you two were at school and he was playing on the pitch was coming back to him and you couldn’t be more proud of him. 

You joined him in London for as much as possible when he was on loan, your job holding you back for most of it which sometimes made things hard but you and Martin made it work. When he came back he was over the moon, he would lay on your chest and tell you every single story he had from London but unfortunately, things didn’t last long. Martin was due back at Real Madrid and his mood had changed, the stress of going back haunted him until you sat him down and told him what he needed to hear. 

Martin knew he needed to be firm with them and tell them he wanted to leave. Staying at Real Madrid would only break him further, he had to leave. Within a few days he and his agent had travelled to London and sealed the deal with Arsenal and once again, you were moving country for Martin Odegaard. 

Thankfully your job transferred you to the London department. You worked in football, designing kits for football clubs and now one of those clubs was Arsenal. You were able to go and visit Martin at work, seeing him alongside the lads and actually smiling rather than training alone was a sight you could get used to seeing. The boys at Arsenal also got along with you well too, especially Granit’s wife, Leonita. You would often spend time with her in-between games, it got you closer to her and the rest of the lads. Much like you she would also try and attend every game, both of you wearing your partner's jerseys every single week. 

As the season went on Martin began to change. He started to forget the little things like the dates the pair of you had planned. You didn’t mention it to him, he seemed too stressed out with work. The games were getting harder and they wanted to get that Top 4 spot even more and with the injuries stacking up with everyone else it evidently took a toll on him. When he missed your anniversary ten year anniversary and your birthday that’s when you started to get pissed off with him. 

It was the day of the Crystal Palace game. You were set to go but cancelled last minute due to a sudden work meeting. Little did you know that was Martin’s first game as Captain and the team suffered a massive loss. Martin needed you tonight but you were nowhere in sight. 

Martin had arrived home and couldn’t find you anywhere. Part of him began to panic, worrying that something had happened to you whilst he was pissed off. That panic only died when he heard the familiar sound of your key in the door.

“Hey sorry I’m late!” You called out. Give him a small smile but he didn’t mirror your expression. “Are you okay?” You asked, catching on to his expression. 

“Where were you?” He spat.

“Work?” You cocked your brown. “I had a meeting -”

“We lost…” He stood up from his seat on the sofa. “And I had to captain them through it and you were supposed to be there!” His voice was raised slightly. 

“Sorry, Martin I had work!” You hit back. “You know,” The spite in your voice grew. “You’re one to talk about missing things, aren’t you? You forgot our weekly dates, have you noticed how we haven’t gone on a date in months? Not to mention you forgot my birthday and our ten year anniversary!” 

His eyes widened at your words. He’d forgotten all about it. 

“You have been so caught up in football you forgot all about me, hell even your own Mum has called me and asked if you’re okay because you haven’t even bothered to speak to her for months!” You took a deep breath. “Martin you’ve changed -”

“Have I now?” He yelled. 

“Yes, you fucking have!” You raised your voice with him. “You ignore me all the time now, I hardly ever get to see you! I understand what this job is like I gave up everything for you!” You stepped closer to him. “I left my country, my family, my dreams… everything Martin! All because I fell in love with you and all I wanted was you to prove all of those stupid bullies on the playground wrong and I wanted you to be happy and live out your dreams and now I don’t even recognise the man that stands in front of me!” Tears started to fall down your face as you let your emotions fly. “You aren’t the same man I fell in love with… not anymore….”

“Yeah?” There was pain all over his face. Your words had hit him like a truck. “Well maybe if I’m not the man you fell in love with then you should just go.” His words hung in the air for a while and silence flooded the room. “Just fucking get out!”

“Fine!” You screamed back at him, storming past him to your shared room. You grabbed a bag and started to fill it up with clothes and anything you would need. The necklace you had been wearing had been given to you by Martin just over ten years ago when you went on your first date. Taking it off you held it in your hand, you’d never felt like this towards him. It felt like it was over. Wiping your tears you placed the necklace next to the photo that was next to the bed. The photo was of the two of you when he first played for Norway, the smiles on your face was something you wish you could get back. 

You grabbed the bag and took one last look at your room before storming off through the house. You didn’t look at Martin as you grabbed your keys, slamming the door before getting back into your car. Not looking back you drove to Leonita’s house, you’d called her on the wy there and asked if it was okay and she was more than happy to have you home. With open arms you fell into her, crying as she soothed you after everything that had happened. 

That night Martin wouldn’t stop staring at the photo next to the bed. He put your necklace on around his neck, his fingers playing with the chain as his mind started to wander. 

He had fucked up. 

He reached for his phone, sending you a text and hoping for an answer. 

Martin: Are you awake? y/n please can we talk, I am so sorry. Can I call you? Please come home.

You: I don’t think that’s best right now. 

Martin: Where are you?

You: That’s none of your business. 

Martin: It is I need to know you’re safe. 

You: I’m safe that’s all you need to know. 

Martin: Please come home.

You: Martin I am not resolving this over a text and I am not coming home. You can apologise all you want, I’m not coming home. You haven’t even been there a full season yet and look and what happened, how can I trust you won’t do it again? You missed our ten-year anniversary, Martin, you won’t even call your mother.

Martin: y/n, please, come home and talk to me. 

You didn’t reply which only pained Martin even more. Now it was his turn to cry. If Martin wanted you back he would have to work a lot harder than that and he was definitely ready to grovel and show you how much he did in fact love and appreciate you.

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[tomorrcwz]

only direction; ødegaard

pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader

warning: angst w a slightly cute ending (also first time writing an angst and not proofread !!)

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it shouldn't go the way it did, it wasn't even supposed to happen — it was supposed to be a happy ending for the pair of you, like orpheus being desperately devoted to his beautiful eurydice or marie curie keeping on working on her husbands and her own science researches even after his death.

you already had suffered, yet the world couldn't stop the misery, presenting you with an apocalyptic kind of shit.

martin and you had given each other everything since day one, always supporting one another, fighting together but nothing good lasts forever.

Your grandma once said to you that you're only kids, the first love's always going to be a shadow following you around, you'd have to look over your shoulder to spot it, — a reminder if you will say so —, however the heartbreak wasn't something she thought worth of mentioning.

oh the heartbreak. the norwegian and you weren't a romance people fantasized about though you had been content and in love. As you grew within age, the problem started to announce themselves — when you fought, you fought like lions, clashing and making up afterwards.

Holding on the idea of love — desire, together being stronger, almost like winners, and comfort —, neither of you understood how love could get lost in years of being partners. How would someone realise the feeling after seven years? Would you even step forward and admit it? Would you even find another partner, fall in love?

So many questions and you won't get answers if not committing to the true feelings.

You both had been talking about the near future; a wedding, a bigger house, even kids were on the list. Adult things, a list society had written out to all the "traditional" couples. In a sense the blonde footballer and y/n were the subject; wearing the pink glasses, you had definitely talked about it.

But then again life happens. You started to see each other less, neither of you taking the time for the other which resulted in screaming battels. Those also took place when for example Martin put a clothing article of yours away or not talking about little things like buying small trinkets and weekly meal planning.

The more you stressed about talking about the next stage of your relationship, the more toxic it got, so one day you decided to break. You knew Martin would never step up, not having the heart to say those words. But someone had to before you'd grow old and miserable.

Thats the starting point; Wednesday evening in the middle of mai. With the back to you the norwegian watched the london traffic, staying silent and waiting for you to speak. Both of you felt the tension in the air, holding on the last minutes of the delusional thing that you called a loving relationship.

Taking a deep breath, you starred at his back. The words burned on the tip of your tongue.

"Martin, you know that we're not the same anymore", you spoke. Nervously, you smooth out the fabric of you shirt, clearly in search of a reaction but the man didn't do anything which in return frustrated you. Weren't you worth a reaction, a word or a gesture?

"I do love you though, but this is hard. This", you pointed between the pair of you, despite him not looking at you, "this is breaking us."

Finally turning around you could see tears shining in the blonde's eyes — a sight you hated to witness. It didn't matter how often you saw him silently crying, it broke a piece in you. Before you feel in love with him, he had been your best friend, your day one, your ride or die.

"Say it y/n, say words", he requested in a exhausted tone.

Tears started to escape your eyes, rolling down your cheeks.

"I fell out off love", you cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, it simply happened." Repeating the apology whilst breaking completely down you didn't notice how Martin made his way up to you. Gently, he pulled you in his strong arms, caressing your back, letting you cool down.

After a while your tears dried up but you stayed in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your head resting against his chest. His heart beat like crazy; he'd announce the final words, that you were sure about.

"I fell out off love, too, y/n", he confirmed, "I'd like to make a promise, if that's alright with you?"

You only nodded, not finding your voice.

"If we're going to decide to start a relationship again, we'll not stress about what others think is the best for us, okay? We fought and fought, and still we lost", kissing the top of your head Martin continued," I'd like us to be at least civil, staying in contact — remember when you promised, you'd always be my friend first? Hold onto it, I can't lose you."

"I promise, skatten min."

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Are you flirting with me?

prompt 95 with ødegaard - being on the arsenal women's team and being friends with him and one day you realise he's been flirty all along “Are you flirting with me?” requested by: @odegaardsreds   Martin Odegaard Word Count: 325 You and Martin had known each other for ages, you had been friends with him as soon as you stepped in the arsenal training ground.  “Fancy seeing you here?” you heard as you turned the corner, heading off to the changing room.  “Huh? talking to me?” you span around to see Martin walking down the corridor.  “No talking to my imaginary friend, who else is here ”he smirked as he joked with you.  “Ha- hilarious. I am so glad you became the joker over the summer” you smirked. 

“Oh so funny” he laughed as he walked off, shoving past your arm.  - The next few days you could feel that there was something between the two of you, every time you saw him you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach.  “Somebody has a big smile on their face today” you smirked as you walked past Martin in the corridor yet again.  “I feel like we keep bumping into each other, think we need to stop meeting like this” Martin muttered as he grabbed the crook of your elbow.  “Oh do you think so?” you whispered, nervously looking around to see if someone was coming as you heard a door slam.  “Come on, don’t be so nervous. There is nothing wrong with two friends being together” Martin laughed gently.  “Are you flirting with me?” you mumbled as you felt Martin pushing you closer together.  “Maybe, you are easy to flirt with I suppose” Martin laughed.  “That sounds perfect, I do like it though” you teased him.  “Aww okay, maybe do it somewhere more private. I don’t really want the lads to be discussing us in the changing room to be honest” Martin laughed as you nodded.  “Look I better go, need to head back. I don’t want to be told off and suppose you don’t need to be in trouble either” you gently kissed his cheek as you left him in the corridor waiting. 

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