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luvneymar · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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imagine smut with Erling after him winning the champions league 🤭 (also love your writing it’s the best🫶🏻)

the winner - eh

warnings: +18, p in v, unprotected sex.

A/N: !!!! omg you guys, i feel so filthy after this. enjoy my erling girlies! this is for YOU. love you xx

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It was hypnotizing. The vision of the shining gold of his medal dangling with every move you made, making it slightly sparkle when it caught the little light that came from the nightstand; it all reflected on your bare skin. He didn’t know if it was his own ego or the fact that the whole situation was his top fantasy come true, but seeing the Champions League medal hanging between your boobs was the best view he remembered ever seeing.

His hands brushed against your hips, helping you lift yourself from his thigh just enough. A moan escaped your lips, making him smirk while his eyes were still fixated on your chest. He thought the baby blue lingerie was a nice touch, so he ran his fingertips along the delicate details, daring to stretch it just enough to make room for his fingers to explore. He looked up to you, adoring the way your skin blushed for the effort of riding his thigh, making your hair a bit damp around the temples and your breathing unsteady.

“Are you tired, baby?” He asked in a hushed tone, using his free hand to make you closer to his chest, needing to feel you in every way possible. You didn’t speak up, you just stared at him with doe eyes, nodding as your nails scratched his shoulders. “Don’t worry, let me do it.”

He grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly switching positions. You landed on the mattress, holding onto him, the medal still in place as he discarded your bra, finally being free to suck, kiss, and bite as he pleased. Your voice was low as you whispered his name, running one hand through his hair, hooking your left leg around his waist to make him closer. He smiled against your skin, leaving a last mark before taking the leg that was wrapped around him, massaging your calf before running his fingers through the skin until he found your ankle, knowing exactly what was tattooed on your skin.

While he held you in place, his fingers made their way to your core, moaning when he realized how wet you were. The material of your thong, which neither of you made the effort to take off, was damp and sticking to your skin. As he moved the fabric to one side, his fingers caressed you lazily, wanting to make you a bit eager. After a few seconds, you started to move below him.

“Please.” He heard you whisper. “Hurry up.”

“Don’t be so impatient.” He loved to tease you until you became really loud. That’s how he liked you.

Before you got to say anything else, he started to finger you, introducing one finger at a time until you were squirming under him, rocking your hips against his hand, and letting out shaky breaths that brushed his neck. You looked beautiful, all breathless and drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. He could hear the sweet nonsense your lips were pouring as he moved his hand faster, wanting to take you to the edge. The feeling of your nails dragging themselves along his arms was just the right amount of painful, and when you looked at him again, he knew you were close to cumming. That’s when he stopped, hearing a loud groan that stole a smile from his lips.

“Please, please, please, please…” You started to beg, your chest going up and down so fast that the medal caught glimpses of light again, sending golden sparks everywhere.

“What do you want, mmh?” He knew you were getting impatient, but he couldn’t help but tease you this much. Your eyes were fixated on him, your free hand roaming on his chest. His own hand went inside his boxers, letting himself free while he kept looking at how plump your lips were and how your eyes were glistening. He stroked himself for a few seconds, getting off solely on how eager you were. “You want this?” He asked, dragging the tip of his cock along your core.

You nodded, seeming unable to find the right words. It was alright; he wasn’t going to push it too much. Instead, he teased your clit one more time before getting inside of you painfully slow. You seemed to gasp for air, and he surely wasn’t having an easy time controlling his own breathing, but as soon as he was fully in, you drew out a long moan that sent shivers down his spine. His arms finally gave in, so he buried his elbows next to each side of your face, getting closer for a kiss as he started to move.

“Fucking hell…” He cursed as your hand brushed his neck, your mouth letting out a whimper that made him almost cum right there. You murmured words that made no sense, but they made him reach for your shoulder, slightly biting it while his thrusts became erratic. His mind went a bit foggy, only able to think about how good you felt. The sound of skin against skin was driving him crazy, and just as he felt your hands on his jaw, he dared to retrieve his face from the crook of your neck.

“Erling…” You whispered, looking straight into his eyes, seeming as out of your mind as he felt. You were begging for something.

And he knew exactly what you wanted. Without stopping, he reached for the leg that was still wrapped around his waist, bringing it as close as possible to his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the little 9 inked on your skin. Seeing his mark on you always had an effect. He made sure to properly fuck you from this new angle, knowing now that he was deep inside of you.

“Just like that! Yesyesyesyesyes–” Your voice was a low whisper next to his ear, sending him into a frenzy that made his thrusts nowhere near organized. He just wanted to keep going until there was nothing left from either of you. His thumb started to draw circles around your clit, wanting to cum with you. From the sounds you were making, it wasn’t going to take too long. “I’m gonna.. Ohmygod.”

He felt you clenching around him, and then it was over. He nearly saw stars behind his closed eyes, letting out a long moan while he buried himself in you one last time. You were still holding him close as you both breathed erratically, the force of your orgasms still present. You stayed there for a good five minutes until he realized he was nearly crushing you under his weight.

“Sorry, baby.” He said, launching himself next to you. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, smiling the only way you did after cumming. He loved that expression on your face.

“‘S okay.” You replied, turning around so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna sleep?” You nodded instantly, holding onto his arm for dear life. “Gotta clean you up before. It’s a mess.” He knew he had made a mess. When you didn’t make any attempt to move, he smiled. You were such a baby.

He leaned closer to kiss your lips before getting up from bed, walking straight into the bathroom for a couple of fresh towels. The aftercare was probably one of his favorite parts about it all; taking care of you during and after sex was a luxury that he prided himself on having. When he came back in, you were still half-asleep, murmuring something about wanting to cuddle.

“In a second, babe.” He said, taking a damp towel to clean your legs and between your thighs. You made a low sound, and once he finished, he took your ankles to move you around, since you seemed to have no energy to do so. His eyes fixed on your tattoo again, his thumb caressing it as he sat down next to you.

God, he was so lucky.

“Come, cuddle with me…” You whispered again, waking up for the third time. You did grabby hands at him until he laid next to you, covering your body with his warmth until both fell asleep rather quickly.

What a way to celebrate.

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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

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

Baby's Wish

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

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

I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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femme4ngel · 1 year

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

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

erling haaland x fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i0veless · 1 year

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➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

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

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

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

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httpsdana · 10 months

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

Kitten~Erling Haaland

*GIF isnt mine. credits to the owner*

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

you can request from my prompt list

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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letmeapologise · 8 months

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f1 fem rb driver! x erling and he has the biggest crush on her and gets so flustered and nervous when they meet at the british gp

❝ 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐱. 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐳 ੈ✩‧₊˚

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

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟕𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲. 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

YOU HAD FINALLY WON IT ALL, the Monaco Grand Prix final wasn’t an easy track to complete, nonetheless you finished in the quickest time with only a few mishaps along the way. If you were being brutally honest to yourself, your ears were ringing with the words of your race engineer. “You’re P1, P1,” he repeated, your head echoing with it so much so that you zoned out the cheers and congratulations of people coming up to you, fans, teammates, and opponents; you could barely hear them, it was as if you had headphones in blasting music, you were only able to attempt to lipread them smile and nod as if you understood a word they were saying in your world of silence.

The ringing in your ears finally commenced and sunk back to roars and cheers of your name, chanting it like a mantra. You took your helmet off and pulled your hair out the suit, waving to fans and grinning, it hadn’t properly sunk in for you that you had won, you beat everyone, you were first place, people were screaming your name and throwing scarves, balloons, miniature figures, flowers, and chocolates towards you from their fenced off area. You needed time to think it over and properly reinforce the fact in your head that you won it all, but you didn’t get that. Instead you were ushered up and towards the finishing podium, helmet held between both hands as if you were cradling a baby.

The climb up to the winners’ podium was intense, it was as if you were living life in slow motion, your ears now pricked up and breathing heavily. Either side of you were second and third place respectively, giving you a curt nod, likely appreciating their own close finishing time against yours with a grain of salt. You raised your head, facing forward on the podium, trophy and champagne in either hand with a grin up to your ears. You felt like you wanted to scream, there was a squeak in your throat that tingled and you wanted to let it out; let out your excitement, let out your inner feelings and hardships that went into this win.

You did. You raised the trophy in both hands, yelling at the top of your lungs, but mostly being blurred out by the crowd roaring with you; spraying the champagne, people beside you smiling to themselves and stepping away slightly to avoid the soapy liquid. You had your time to celebrate, and you were sure it would finally hit you when you left the ceremony and the race entirely — just to return to your hotel, or if possibly your house, somehow catch a plane and go home — but your mind was still warped trying to understand what you had accomplished.

With a glass of champagne in hand you said your toasts to the race engineer communicating with you throughout the race, of course, and all the behind-the-scenes individuals who helped you finally get what you well and truly deserved. Then retired, making your way to the exit until an individual who you recognised from media events, not just with F1 but many other sports, football being one of them, approached you. She was tailed closely behind by a much taller man, whom she was tiny in comparison to, and yet his hands were fumbling against each other.

You looked up, half in confusion, half-grinning; maybe it was the champagne getting you tipsy, or the raw feeling of victory finally overtaking you and coming over your senses, moreso the champagne. “Hello and congratulations on the win, Ms. Ramirez!” you have her a polite smile in return and an appreciative nod. “Thank you, thank you. It hasn’t really kicked in yet, I can't believe I’ve actually done it.” She laughed and you placed your champagne glass on a table near you, the man still hovering behind her and darting his eyes around anywhere but with yours.

“Bet that champagne has though,” you scoffed, chuckling alongside her and nodding admittingly. “Yeah, yeah.” She paused momentarily, looking behind her and up at the man and you questioned in that one instance whether she had come to introduce him or he was just waiting in line to speak to you, or something like that. It seemed egotistical, but you had just won the Grand Prix. You would have done the same with drivers you looked up to in your time, you’re sure. She then moved out the way, just to the side, and he eventually seemed to get the message, slowly shifting so they were side to side and you half expected them to break out into song and dance, but he just shyly stuck his hand out.

You shook it, albeit the action was a bit foreign to you due to how old-fashioned it may seem and how informal the event was, but you did so gratefully nonetheless. He coughed, clearing his throat and you watched his face. “Very nice to meet you,” he was still shaking your hand, you smiled at him. “Thank you,” you let go of his hand and stepped back courteously, the woman next to him unmoving, and he retracted back as if she was his cue.

“Do you watch football?” she asked, you shrugged. “Sometimes, if it’s on.” She nodded. “What team do you support?” you hummed in thought, your mind not settling on one clear answer, it had been a long time since you had watched football, all your time recently had been spent trying to win the Grand Prix. Now that you have done it, maybe you should start watching it more. “Arsenal,” you finally replied. The man sucked in his cheeks, grimacing and she chuckled next to him.

“This man here plays for Manchester City, have you heard of Haaland?” your eyes widened, nodding as if memory of him was coming back to you. “Ah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard of you before,” you smiled at him, he grinned back with all teeth on display. “We’re rivals then, yeah?” you laughed, trying to ease the tension or awkwardness he was seemingly repressing due to his tensed position. “Do you wanna sit down?” you asked him, brown knit tightly together.

“Lovely meeting you,” the woman shook your hand gracefully with a curt smile, and then left, likely introducing more players; maybe this was all just one scheme to get athletes from different professions to collaborate together. You had seen Sky Sports do it, maybe she worked for them.

“Good job on the win,” he said, looking at you from across the table. “I know you’re probably gonna hear it for the next three weeks, but you deserved it, best one there for sure.” You scoffed, laughing and grinning at him. “Yeah, that’s why I won. Thanks,” he shrugged, his compliment maybe not having the desired effect he originally wanted to achieve. Maybe you shouldn’t be so harsh on him, he was clearly a bit anxious despite his stature suggesting otherwise. “What’s your name?” you questioned, the corners of your eyes crinkling up as you spoke to him, smiling.

You had both exchanged surnames, not on a personal level, just by the fact the woman from earlier had introduced him to you and the fact that he had come to an event where your name was now plastered against every electric board, podium, and banner in every square mile. “Erling, you?” you took a sip of your champagne, placing it back down.

“Sara.” He nodded at your name, tucking his bottom lip in. “Suits you,” you furrowed your brows. “Yeah?” he now scoffed, he was just trying to be polite. You simply laughed it off, waving a hand at him and then sticking one up in the air as a gesture for a waiter to come over.

“Can I have champagne for him, please?” Erling shook his head and you frowned. “I don’t drink.” You pouted. “Just one f’me then, please,” you chuckled, staring at the half-full glass in front of you and downing it while the waiter walked off. “Why don’t you drink? Football get in the way?” he nodded.

“You should support Manchester City instead,” he directed, sounding something between a question and an order. Moreso a question with the way his anxious eyes were betraying him; you almost laughed. “Why? ‘Cause I like Arsenal?” he shook his head. “No, because I’m in it,” you rolled your eyes, grinning until you heard your name being called out.

“Ramirez, your Uber’s here,” thank god, you stood up and went to shake Erling’s hand in response to him doing it earlier, but his hands fumbled with yours and you just went in for a hug, trying to tightly wrap your arms around this bear of a man. He huffed lightly, hands wrapped around your shoulders. “Thanks for meeting me,” you nodded, smiling at him.

Upon pushing yourself through the crowd and to the exit you felt something against your jean pockets, assuming it was just someone bumping into you; as you turned round and no one was immediately a prime suspect to you, even Erling, now gone, disappeared from his original spot. Once you had finally reached the Uber you gave the man who called your name a friendly pat on the shoulder and a quick hug, and then went into the car, directions already taken care of.

The journey back to your hotel room wasn’t too long, it was probably just the intensity of the whole day and the fact it was getting darker now, that made you tired. Maybe it’s the tiredness that didn’t help you see the note stuffed in your pocket, only realising when you got off your seat in the Uber and it fell out when you were leaving the car.

A phone number, this could’ve been anyone’s, that’s probably what happened when you felt something prodding against your pocket. You scoffed, lightly chuckling to yourself at the audacity of some people, and, sitting down in your hotel room, typed the digits out.

“Who’s this?” you questioned over text. “Erling.”

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

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vwi004 · 2 years

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Morning - Erling Haaland

word count - 483

warning - none

Request - no

Waking up together was a thing you and Erling both favored so much in your relationship, but never really happened because you had school in the morning and he had practice. Saturday was a day off for the both of you and was usually spent in each other arms while watching a movie.

You woke up before Erling. You’d slowly open your eyes and your face would instantly light up at the sight of your boyfriend. His shirtless chest pressed against your back and sweatpants low on his hips leaving his extremely attractive v-line exposed. His long hair was all messed up, in a way that was cute and hot at the same time. Regardless of what he went to sleep wearing, he looked so good.

Erling always loved cuddling in the morning. His favorite one to do was when both of you were sleeping on your sides. Even though he was a foot taller than you he fitted perfectly behind you. One of his big arms would be tightly wrapped around your waist, the other placed under your neck with his hand stroking your hair. Your butt and legs fit into his front like they were made to go there, not even speaking in a sexual way, both of you just fit so well snuggled into each other.

After a while of laying there in his arms, you have to go pee. You try to not wake him up but that mission failed quickly when you hear “ no don't leave, this is one of the only days we have together without any interruptions. I just wanna stay here, in bed, with you and never leave ” he mumbled against your neck. “ I just have to pee, I’m not gonna leave, “ you said turning your head against his. “ Ok fine, but I want a kiss first, “ he said with his eyes closed and lips ready to be kissed. You gave him a quick peck before sprinting to the bathroom. you peed and did some morning skin care.

When you came back he would already be all awake and ready to start the day. “ What took you so long, I wanna make breakfast now,” he said annoyed for not getting his morning cuddles. “ What do you mean I was only gone for 10 minutes “

Making breakfast was something both of you really enjoyed doing together, regardless of who was cooking. If you were cooking, Erling would always find ways to sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He’d kiss your neck and make you giggle when he wouldn’t stop. he’d always offer to help you, and if you insisted on doing it yourself, it would take lots of convincing to get him to sit. He would also ALWAYS take care of cleaning up after eating. That was his way off saying thank you.

#erling haaland #erling #erling håland #haaland x reader #haaland #fanfic #imagine #football #manchester city #man city

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777moneymakersstuff · 6 months

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ERLING HAALAND imagine ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ┊e.haaland x f! reader

☄︎⋆ ༘ how would look your relationship with his family while you two are dating. . .

⇢ ˗ˏˋ FIRST MEETING ࿐ྂ

• you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to meet erling’s family and spend Christmas with them. when you heard that from him, you were speechless for a few seconds. it was supposed to be two-in-one solution. because you and erling were in a long-distance relationship, so you two didn’t hang out as much as you wanted to. you didn’t see each other for a full month, because you had school and he needed to train. unfortunately, the only "dates" you had were mostly by facetime, it made you miss each other, so erling came up with the idea of spending Christmas with his family.

• as anyone knew, erling was so close to his siblings and parents. he was such a family man, which made him an amazing person and partner. but you didn’t know if his family would accept you, you thought that his parents had their perfect idea of the perfect girlfriend for their youngest son. and you weren’t sure if you would meet their expectations.

• let’s say that you had a very interesting style. you loved funky makeup, that was far away from the "clean girl aesthetic" it was kind of your therapy and a form of expressing yourself. also, you didn’t like your natural hair, you just thought it were boring, so you wear a wigs every day. you had kind of big collection of those. you were grateful that erling loved your style and always complimented your looks. but you were scared that this would be something that they would hate about.

• when the day finally came, you were shaking internally, but you tried to look fine on the outside. you knew it was important to erling, so you didn’t want to be a dramatic queen because it was not your thing. when you two were finally outside his home, you squeezed the handle of your suitcase. you were expecting the worst greeting of your life, but as soon as you saw a middle-aged woman with a big smile on her face, your concerns disappeared.

• they were the kindest people you knew. it was surprising that they already treated you like a part of their family, even if they just met you. you didn’t have good terms with your own family, so you finally felt what a real family should look like.

• they appreciate everything you have done to help them with Christmas preparations, even if it was just setting the table or small things like this.

• long story short, you were positively surprised how Christmas at erling’s home turned out.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SISTER ࿐ྂ

• what can you say? gabrielle is the kindhearted soul you met. when you two first met, she was mesmerized by your energy and your look. she was totally your opposite; she wasn’t interested in makeup or crazy fashion items that much, her makeup bag was simple, and her outfits were mostly basic, but you became her inspiration.

• she was so excited that her little brother found a girl who was actually worth his attention. she knew that he seemed like a big, heartless guy, but he was a perfect example of why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. so it was a relief for her when she saw how happy you made his brother.

• she loved to steal you from erling and have a girl’s night with you. she was a mom, and let’s be honest, it is a full-time job, so she loved even this one night to relax with you, sometimes she also invited anita.

• she loves sending you tiktok’s or instagram reels with sometimes goofy ideas to record. when you two are alone (or with her brother, astor) she loves to do some trends or things like that, it just makes her happy.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS BROTHER ࿐ྂ

• astor became your spirit animal, you two are literally besties. you’re just acting like a stereotypical sibling who likes to joke about each other, etc. but you are happy that you finally have someone like that in your life.

• he is the master of sending you random stuff on instagram; memes, random tiktok’s. sometimes it isn’t even funny, but you always appreciate an effort. he is also the queen of recording the tiktok’s with you & gabrielle.

• he could be so random, like a video call just to tell you an unfunny joke and then hang out? yeah, he is something like that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PARENTS ࿐ྂ

• alfie has always been an open-minded and positive person, so he doesn’t care about these little things like your look, style, makeup, etc. it’s just a way to express yourself, but it doesn’t say what kind of personality you have. and in his opinion, your personality is great, and he’s proud that his son found someone like you. he is fulfilled as a father when his children are happy.

• marita was excited to meet you, just like every mom, she wanted to meet her future daughter-in-law (she really hoped that it wasn’t only an affair). and let me tell you, she wasn’t disappointed. marita was also super happy that all of her children had love of their lives at such a young age. she really couldn’t be happier.

• alfie was impressed by your sense of humour. he enjoyed a good competition by making horrible dad jokes. when it comes to a family dinner, it just switches to live stand-up comedy or even a roast. sometimes only you two are laughing, but who cares?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS STEP MOM & STEP SISTERS ࿐ྂ

• anita is in love with you. she loved when you came to norway, especially with food/snacks from your country. she also appreciates your kindness and how well you treat erling, she thinks that you are his soulmate.

• and the girls, love you (maybe a bit more than they love erling…) you are an inspiration for them, which you find cute. they are always super excited when anita tells them that you will be in norway for a few days, they would even make you your favourite cookies (with a bit of anita’s help, but still)

❛ ━━･❪ the end ❫ ･━━ ❜

hope you liked it!! i think it’s cute ¿headcanons? yeah, let me know how you liked it!!

#football imagine #erling haaland #erling x reader #erling håland #celebrities #manchester city #haaland x reader #x reader #jude bellingham #family #football #soccer imagine #jack grealish

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kylianmbappee · 1 year

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Pov: you are dating Erling Haaland

Your gallery:

#erling håland #erling haaland #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x you #haaland x reader #erling haaland incorrect

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writtingsomestuff · 1 year

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WHENEVER, WHEREVER

Before you start reading I just wanted to say that this is the first time I ever write for a “public”, we could call it like that. Also, English is my fifth or sixth language, in case you find an error or various.

This is any footballer x fem!reader (I hope it’s right)

- I hope you enjoy it and any type of comment is welcome

- It is weird because I just thought about it and wrote it down

- Any footballer but Piqué, it would be weird if you did

[I am not trying to own or appropriate any of Shakira's songs (or her teams'). "Whenever, Wherever" is not my song and neither did I write the lyrics.]

WHENEVER, WHEREVER

He was coming down the stairs when he heard the music that you were playing out loud. It felt weird when he woke up and could not feel you between his arms and that is why he started to search for you.

He quickly knew where you were as soon as he was able to hear properly and his brain started to function. That song was very familiar to him, to both of you actually, but maybe it meant more to him.

He saw you there, dancing with the spatula on your right hand and your left arm up, following the rhythm of the song.

Two years ago

You both were having the fun of your life, especially you. You just finished uni finals two weeks ago and both of you started to date a few months ago, none of you said “I love you” yet, it was a relationship between two adults who liked each other.

You were looking at him, in his eyes, smiling and moving your body shyly to Shakira’s song. Your chairs were touching as he held his glass that was right next to yours. The ambiance was perfect to define a late summer night, everyone was happy and enjoying life the best way they knew, your friends were dancing on the floor, while you decided to sit down and enjoy the party more calmly with your boyfriend. “Boyfriend”, pretty weird for you, right? First time having a partner and him being a well known footballer, that is something that you never expected, a real plot twist in your life. You have not changed since you met him but he surely showered you with affection, you blushed every time he called you “beautiful” and you felt a whole zoo in your stomach every time he held your hand, you could melt just by seeing him trying to make you laugh with a bad joke, and you could cry because he truly took care of you.

That night you looked very beautiful, not just because he told you so but because you felt happier and you truly liked the outfit and the make up.

He was directly looking at your lips, without shame, while you were lip syncing Shakira’s “Whenever, wherever”, ‘Think out loud, say it again’ you followed the song word by word, without any mistake, you could prove that you probably learned all of her songs by heart. He gave you a small smirk, he truly felt happy, seeing you finally relaxed and for being able to spend more time with you. It was a very loud party, but you were in your small bubble, enjoying each other’s company. You laughed a bit as you could not follow her famous 'Le-ro-lo-le-lo-le' and kept lip syncing the song, and when you followed her words: 'Tell me one more time that you'll live lost in my eyes' he knew it, it hit him. He was completely and entirely lost in your eyes, not just your eyes, he was lost in the whole of you, he was mesmerized by you, almost as if you put a spell on him that attached him to you for the rest of your existence. He was in love with you, entirely in love with you.

Present

You were there singing that exact same song that told him that he was in love with you. It was not a calm, relaxing or slow romantic song, however, it told him.

He hugged you from behind, sliding his warm arms on your cold belly, he almost swore that you were wearing the same top you did that night, it was not but it was quite similar. It surprised him that two years later he remembered every single detail and every second of that night. He thought about writing it down as he was scared about ever forgetting even a millisecond of that night.

He kissed your cheek as you gave him a smile, one of sincerity and love. He then, whispering, told you, “I do, I live lost in your eyes.”

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xlatiwritesx · 11 months

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The Only Real Thing | EH9

A/N: Finally !! A football Imagine !! The amount of players I imagined this for before settling for Erling 💀. Anyways, Enjoy 🥳

Genre: fluff, then heart-wrenching angst. Erling Haaland x Singer!FemReader.

Words: 4.7K

Synopsis: after your tour’s last show at the Etihad, your Manchester songwriting sessions start for the next six months. However, a newly found love between you and a Norwegian player gets harder to navigate the closer your time to go back to your life in the US gets.

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You look out the plane's window, trying to count the clouds filling up the night sky to get your mind off counting the cracks in your heart or the tears that won't stop falling.

Why won't anything last? Why can't anything perfect just exist? But then you wouldn't have had the six months worth a life time with him anyway.

It wasn't perfect. But you still loved every living minute of it. You loved his imperfect guitar skills, his imperfect dancing, his imperfect cooking. All his imperfects were perfect to you.

You wished that your team never handed out tickets to the ManCity players for your Etihad Stadium concert. You wished you hadn't met him. That meant you won't ever have all the memories from your short time together, and you were okay with that. You can live without this heart ache. You can definitely live without Erling's sobs and red face engraved in your head.

You try to pin point exactly when you lost yourself to him. Your songwriting sessions in Manchester were supposed to come and go quietly after your tour's last show at the Etihad.

You weren't supposed to run into a Norwegian player from a sky blue team two days later. He wasn't supposed to complement your music. You weren't supposed to blush as you thanked him. And he absolutely shouldn't have asked you out for lunch.

But you still ran into that Norwegian player, and you still agreed for lunch. You sat in the cool Manchester air outside a quiet restaurant and just talked about anything that came to mind.

You talked about music and he talked about football. You hoped he didn't notice how much you were enjoying talking with him over pizza and coke. It was embarrassingly a lot. But you didn't know that he felt exactly the same way.

He never wanted it to end.

He didn't want all his planning to purposely run into you outside the studio you worked at to end in just an hour.

So he was obviously unhappy when Pep called his number, asking where he was.

"Training?" You smiled, ignoring the disappointment that he had to go and that you'll probably never see him again. At least not in person.

"Yeah. Maybe I could show you around tomorrow since it's my day off. I've been in Manchester long enough to finally say this to someone" he proudly opens his arms and you laugh lightly, keeping your excitement as low as possible for it not to show.

And he did show you Manchester the next day. He took you downtown, to the park he always goes to when he wants to just relax after a busy week of games and training, to where all the tourists go when they usually visit, and where he and his teammates usually hang out around the Etihad.

"I never knew there's this much to do in Manchester" you smile at him and he shakes his head.

"Me neither. It's a beautiful 'City'" he does air quotes and laughs. You roll your eyes at his joke, laughing along with him.

He drops you off at your rented house and waits until you get inside. You fight the urge to look back and wave one last time at your newly found crush. You felt so stupid for admitting it, but for the next few weeks, you waited for him to text you, you danced around your room when he finally did, you hoped and dreamt of when he would ask you to hang out again, you looked for tickets to his games, thought about how his cheeks redden under the sun, how focused he gets when driving, and how excited he gets when he talks about football.

A few weeks of texting lead to something more. You start writing songs about how he made you feel. About your little interactions. About him.

Going downtown turned into going to his house. Just a few hours turned into all day. Hearing about training and games turned into watching them live at the Etihad.

"That was a great game!" You try to convince him as you walked out of the stadium after a disappointing game. He still sulks as you walk to his car.

"We could've won with a bigger difference" he whines and you shake your head, leaning back on his car door when you reached it. He stands in front of you.

"You still won, though. Give yourself and the team some credit" you tell him. He doesn't reply.

He looks up and you admire how the setting sun washes his face golden. He looks at you, not holding back any emotion from flooding his eyes and drowning you in admiration. You don't either. You don't hold back from staring into his eyes for as long as he would let you.

"I've been..." he walks closer to you, hesitantly taking your hands in his own. Your heart feels like it could stop any second. You almost urge him to just say it. To finally make your dreams come to life.

"You're all I think about" he laughs nervously. You don't. You're too flustered to do or say anything.

"And I just can't wait any longer to ask you to be mine. I want you for myself. I want you to be wearing my jersey when I look at the crowd and look for you" he says so quietly it's almost a whisper. You wanted to kiss him. Right then and there. So when he leaned in, you placed a hand on his cheek and he took that as an invitation to lean in further.

You've never felt anything like you did in that moment. Nothing even came close. Everything felt meaningless compared to it. You wanted him more than you've ever wanted anything. You wanted that kiss to last a life time, but nothing does unfortunately.

Once Erling pulled away, you looked down at your feet and pursed your lips together as he looked around. Nervous and flustered, you turn around and open the car door, getting in quickly and leaving Erling outside.

He looks at you through the window and chuckles. However, you don't see him jump up and down, raising two thumbs ups to Jack, John, and Ruben who just witnessed everything that happened between the two of you. They smiled proudly at Erling who never stopped talking about you to them. How he was going to ask you to be finally his. So, they had a mini party right there that he finally got you.

Things in the studio were fired up. With your raging emotions, so much was getting done and work has never been easier. You and Erling hung out every day at that point. He would sometimes come hang out at the studio, and you'd leave together to spend the night at his place.

He would cook you too salty, or too bland meals every time you went to his place. His movie choices were peculiar, yet enjoyable. His arms were slowly becoming home to you, and his clothes were becoming your daily attire.

You attended every game. You did wear his jersey to every single one of them, and though the Etihad was always full of thousands of people, Erling always looked up to only you to celebrate his goals.

It was a Tuesday night at his place. Half eaten, too salty pasta sat in ceramic plates on the coffee table and a soap opera on Erling's TV. You laid on top of Erling on his living room's couch, resting your head of his chest while silently counting his calm heart beats and enjoying the warmth from his wrapped arm around your body.

"Y/n" Erling calls quietly.

"Hm?" You hum in response, your eyes focused on the TV.

He suddenly detangles himself from you and towers above you as he stands next to the couch. You look up at him before he carries you. You giggle, unconsciously wrapping your arms around his neck and brining your face close to his.

Your foreheads touch and you both stay quiet for a second. You wait for Erling to speak.

"I'm in love with you, y/n y/l/n" he whispers and your heart explodes with an emotion you could only explain as love. You thought of all the explanations of love you came across throughout your life. You compared them to what you felt in that moment, but to no avail. Nothing came close to that feeling. That feeling could never be articulated. Could never be conveyed through mere speech or writing.

"I'm in love with you, Erling Haaland" you whisper back before kissing him, hoping to convey how real your feelings were for him. How deep you felt how you felt towards him.

As your fourth month in Manchester wraps up, you realize how far you and Erling have come. And how close your time to go back to the States was coming too.

But you kept your eyes shut and your ears plugged. You convinced yourself that by doing so, that day would just never come around.

You two still held hands every chance you got, you still slow danced around Erling's living room, you still went to every game, Erling still celebrated his goals and wins with only you. You kept writing songs about him and he kept dedicating all his hard work to you.

"Come on close your eyes" Erling urged and you placed both hands on your eyes. You were sat on his bed, ready to go to sleep when he announced that he got you something. He dangled a necklace right in front of your face.

"Open them" he orders quietly. You do so and gasp at the dangling jewelry in front of you.

Erling admires your reaction as you take the necklace in your hand. You inspect the golden letters written in his cursive handwriting. It was both of your initials.

"This way you'll always have a piece of me with you when I'm away" he says quietly and you look at him. You quickly hug him tightly, trying to bury the heart ache that only keeps getting more tangible.

The more time that passes, the harder it gets to hide the fact that this whole whirlwind romance won't last. You knew that. Erling knew that too. But, understandably, none of you wanted to admit it. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced your tears back into their ducts and he held you tighter than usual.

"I love you" you mumbled into his neck and he kissed your temple, still holding you.

"I love you" he said it back to you like he always did and forever will.

You finally meet his family. You get to know his younger sisters and help his mother in the kitchen. You try to test your football trivia with his dad and you actually impress him with how much you picked up since you got together with Erling.

Under the dinner table, your hands intertwine and your heart flutters at the way his parents smile at you every time Erling talks about you.

At the Etihad, things are also getting fired up because of Erling's raging emotions. He runs faster, laughs louder, and scores better. Pep, Jack, and John stand next to each other, admiring his genuine laughter at something Kyle said.

"Funny what love does to you" John says quietly, still smiling at Erling. Jack nodded, his eyes focused on Erling as well.

Only Pep was worried. He knew once the slightest crack occurs in Erlings dream relationship, and not because his performance will plummet, but because he knew how hard heartbreak could be. And he knew damn well that he'll just stand and watch, because nothing ever mends a broken heart.

Towards the end of your sixth month in Manchester, a coherent draft of your upcoming studio album finally came together. You couldn't wait to go home and tell Erling all about it and even listen to it with him.

It was all about falling in love with him after all.

But the plane tickets your manager handed you blew everything away. It was a slap across your face. A wake up call to finally leave the waking dream you've been so immersed in.

"Couldn't find any sooner flights, unfortunately. You've got a lot to catch up to once we get back to the States. Some stations asked if they could..." you couldn't hear anything anymore.

How could you be so stupid? It was only then that you realized how far you've let go of yourself.

You knew you were leaving. At some point. But it still definitely snuck up on you. You've been so in love that you forgot the cruelty of your world. You've been in a shared dream that you've completely forgotten about your own.

You didn't know how you ended up at Erling's place, but you did. You walked in, your feet leading you to where he usually was in the living room. It was familiar. Too familiar.

You didn't say a single word. You just laid on the couch, your head on his thigh. He didn't say anything either.

You stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but just a minute later, Erling spoke.

"What's wrong?" His voice was so quiet he was almost whispering. You unravelled. Completely came undone.

You got up, buried your head in chest and just sobbed. You didn't see an end to it. Not in the near future at least. Startled, Erling tries to look at your face, placing both his hands on your wet cheeks.

"Hey, look at me" he whispers. You try to hold it in to try and have a conversation about it.

But what were you going to say? That you couldn't stay? That you were leaving him after the six months worth a lifetime and more? That you weren't taking his sisters to the park next Sunday? Not going to his game next Monday either? That you were returning his clothes that were practically yours? That you were never waking up next to him again? Not partying with his teammates after every win? That you'll move on and find someone else eventually, but never a love like you've had with him?

You could never.

It takes insane self control to take a steady breath to speak one single coherent sentence. You looked at your hands as his eyes studied your puffy face.

"My plane leaves on Wednesday. To LA" you risk a look at his face and it's as if his life crumbled. In a split second, Erling is up on his feet and chuckling. You start crying again, covering your face with your hands.

"That's all?" He laughs. You look up at him and stand up to walk to him.

"You're crying because you're leaving for a few-"

"No! Not a few days, Erling! I'm going back to the US because my whole life is there! Your whole life?! Here!" You scream at him, tears streaming down your face. You let out a few sobs.

"So? We'll make it work" he shrugs and you roll your eyes at his state of denial. You knew. He knew, too.

You won't work. Ever. Not when your lives were across the world from one another.

"Yeah and how is that?" You impatiently cross your arms and wipe your nose with the sleeve of your sweater.

He looks at you for a long moment in a way that cut your heart a million times. Your lips shake and you turn away from him.

You feel his arms around you from behind almost immediately. He keeps you on your feet. You feel him kiss your temple gently, as if reassuring you that it'll be alright.

But it will not. It will never be.

"We'll find a way. We will" even he sounds unsure now and it breaks you. It really shatters your wellbeing.

You let yourself cry as Erling just held you in his safe arms. You try to gather yourself, but you fail for the next ten minutes. Once you succeed, you guide Erling to sit next to you on the couch.

"Erling" you call his name even though he was right next to you. You take his hand and hold it with both of your own.

"Once I leave Manchester" you start. You couldn't control the blurriness in your eyes any longer, so you just let a tear roll down your cheek.

"I'm never coming back" you look up at him. You wished you hadn't, because his face fell once the words left your mouth. You could tell it was the first time it really hit him.

It really hit him hard. In just two days from now, you'll only be another pretty celebrity in someone else's phone. Running from interview to interview, meeting guys way better than him. Guys who could actually play guitar and know how songwriting works. Guys who can actually be there. Guys that were not tied by a football career across the globe from you.

"Erling, I can't come see you in breaks because I never have any other than one or two days. You deserve someone who can actually be here for you-"

He cuts you off by pulling you into his chest, holding you so tight that it was becoming harder to breath. You just stopped talking. Not bearing to break him or yourself any further.

"You're the only one I want. Even if you leave, that will never ever change. Don't tell me I deserve someone better. Don't tell me that I will find someone who could make my heart beat the way you make it do" he begs and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You didn't sob. You were way too tired. You just let the tears silently find their way down your face.

Erling was wrong. You'll never find a guy better then he is. You loved teaching him how to play the guitar every time he visited the studio, and he didn't know much about songwriting, but he was the inspiration behind your entire upcoming album.

None of you could say it. None of you could come to terms with it and actually face it. You just held each other as if it was your last day on earth.

Waking up the next day next to Erling didn't feel the same. It didn't make your heart race from excitement and happiness. He didn't kiss your face until you yelled at him to stop, your laughter filling his house.

The rest of the day was spent like normal, though. You were skeptical at first when Erling woke up and was acting like nothing had happened the night before. He didn't seem sad. Or like this was technically your last day together. But as the day went on, you appreciated having one last day with him instead of just crying all day.

You went out for a walk at the park Erling took you to when you first met. Laughed at a cat fight over a bird. Sat under a big tree and held hands while taking in the view around you. Went with Erling to his training session afterwards and cheered him on like you always did. After training, you just went home and Erling immediately got to cooking after a quick shower. You watched his every move from where you sat on the kitchen island.

After dinner, you spent the rest of the night just acting blind to the fact that once you left, you were never coming back to him. Holding hands, listening to his heart beat, rewatching your favorite movie, talking about random topics and sharing your opinions on them.

But time never stopped for anyone. Or anything for that matter. It was so cruel that it kept going until one in the morning. Until you had to leave. And it still kept going as you detangled yourself from Erling.

Suddenly, the atmosphere got heavy. Your feet felt like they couldn't walk you out of his door. Your heart didn't seem to take it.

Erling places his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. He really tried to not cry when it was time, but it was just too much. It was a lot to handle his first ever true love to end just like this.

"Erling" you call him shakily, but he's sobbing at this point. You sat back down next to him, not knowing what to do. He stops himself from crying all of a sudden and gets up. You follow.

"I'll drive you back" he says quietly. You don't object. You follow him to his car.

The drive to your place was awfully quiet. It was too quiet. Every few minutes, you tried stealing a look at him. Checking if he was okay. But you were just kidding yourself. How could he be okay? How could you?

He steps out of his car once he parks in your house's driveway. You do so too. You walk around the car to meet him by the driver's door.

You take his hands and he holds yours. You look up at him and muster a smile. One tugs at his lips too. It was sad, what you were going through. But beautiful. It was all so beautiful nothing will ever compare to it.

He leans in and kisses you. So passionately you almost scream in agony at the thought of it being the last time. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, hoping to make him feel an ounce of how he made you feel.

You don't pull away from each other for what seemed like an eternity. But when you do, you knew it was a piece of yourself that you've lost and will never be able to restore.

"I love you, y/n" Erling whispers.

"I love you, Erling" you whisper back.

With that, you turn away and walk quickly to your door, as if to outrun the pain. But you knew better than that.

Once your front door shuts, Erling quickly gets into his car, coming completely undone. He cries his heart out, hitting the steering wheel and cursing his mind for playing a reel of the best six months of his life.

You do too. You curse yourself for loving him. You curse yourself for knowing what it's like to be held by him. What it's like to kiss him. Feel him. Hear him talk or watch him cook. Your heart hurts. Your chest hurts too. Your eyes won't stop flooding with tears. You hold the necklace he gave you a few months ago as if you were holding on to him.

Somehow, the next day came a long. Your assistant and manager helped pack the car with you. They doesn't ask about your puffy eyes or sick demeanor. They naturally connected the dots. They knew about you and Erling. Everyone did.

You let yourself silently cry in the backseat on the way to the airport, hoping your manager and assistant don't hear or notice.

After checking in and on your way to security, you hear someone call your name. You turn around to see Jack, John, and Ruben. You smile at them. Genuinely.

"Hey" you greet them, giving them each a quick hug. You ignore the heart ache from not seeing Erling with them.

You two said goodbye last night anyway.

"We couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye in person" John tells you and you smile at them.

"It was fun knowing you guys. Thank you for everything. I never thought I'd make any friends in my time here honestly" you admit.

"Don't let your newly found Brit side die once you get back to America" Jack warns and everyone laughs. Including yourself.

You shake your head and wave at them. They all smile and wave back to you as you start walking backwards.

"I'll stay in touch and watch your games still!" You assure them before turning away to follow your manager and assistant.

And that's how you ended up in a plane, looking out at the clouds, crying as your mind raced with a million thoughts. a million what ifs and would'ves. You thought you won't live long after that heartbreak. You couldn't keep going like this.

But you didn't. As your manager told you, your schedule was full once you got back. You woke up every morning, got your makeup and hair done before running out the door for your scheduled interviews, album shoots, recordings, and many other things you had to do before your album came out.

You still cried yourself to sleep for weeks, though. But it slowly got better. You focused on your work. Your friends. Yourself. You tried your best to not give up. He wouldn't have wanted that for you. Ever.

When your album finally dropped, it was your best one yet. It broke records you never thought you'd break and so many people were enjoying it all across the world. The week your album dropped was a dream turned into reality after two years of constant hard work.

As part of your promotions, you sat in one of the many interviewee chairs you had sat in before. You got comfortable as the interviewer asked you all sorts of questions and you answered them like you always did, wittily yet sufficiently, making the tiny crowd laugh in their seats as they watched.

"About your new album" the interviewer starts and the whole room cheers. You cheer too.

"It seems to be following some sort of plot line, as if telling a story in a way" he continues and you nod along, confirming his theory.

"What's it really about?" The interviewer asks hopefully. You already decided how much you were going to tell the public, so the question didn't surprise you at all.

"About a year ago, I was writing this album in Manchester, UK, and I met this guy while I was there" you start and the room erupts with cheers again. You smile at them before going on.

"We fell for each other a bit too hard" you laugh lightly and the interviewer nods, laughing along.

"But I had to come back to the States and he had to stay in the UK, so" you sigh towards the end.

It was moments like these when you allowed yourself to think about him. About everything that happened last year. You never allowed yourself past just a thought crossing your mind.

But when you actually talked about it, you allowed yourself more than just that. You allowed yourself to remember the little details. To miss him and wonder how he was doing. You've met some guys since then, but Erling had already set the bar impossibly high for any of them to even see.

In Manchester, Erling was still being the star player he is. Since you've left, he had won his first Premier League with ManCity. He still thought about you before, during, and after each game. He kept up with all your news. Watching you shine from afar when you were once in between his arms. He wished you knew how proud he was of you. Of how well your album was doing. That everywhere he went in Manchester, it was being played somewhere.

That night, he watched your interview in bed, his phone resting on the pillow where your head used to rest. He watches you talk about your album and he thinks of how he would've celebrated its success with you. But all he did was smile at his phone screen when you did and hoped you were doing okay off of it too. He prayed every night and everyday that fate will eventually bring you two back together somehow. Still the same, but under different and better circumstances. You prayed for that too.

But until then, all you had was the memories you had together, replaying in your heads and reminding you of the only time you truly felt alive.

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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the pinterest board - eh

A/N: this is so silly and stupid, i love it so much. i dunno why i thought about this, but my pinterest boards for erling are very specific, and yes, i do have a board for his short hair era. i still miss it. love you guys xx

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ erling's taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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It was unusually quiet around the house, and Erling wondered what could be causing that. There weren't many moments throughout the day where you weren’t doing some type of activity that caused noise. From playing music, to cooking or practicing your pronunciation in Norwegian, you were always making your presence known.

So when he finally arrived from practice, it felt odd to find a very silent living room, with no sight of you anywhere. He peeked through the kitchen door, hoping to find you with your headphones on, but it was as empty as the previous room. Then he thought that maybe you went out, but you rarely did that without giving him a heads up.

So where were you?

“Baby?!” He shouted, still not getting any response.

He was starting to get worried. While making his way to the bedroom, he got his phone to call you. Only when he reached the door, he realize he did heard your voice. And you were giggling. But it wasn’t your usual laugh; it sounded like the giggly laugh you made when he kissed you behind the ear or when you saw him shirtless.

You were giggling because you liked whatever the hell was happening.

Of course he wasn’t thinking about cheating or anything related to that matter, but something clicked in his brain. He made sure to open the door as quietly as possible, sticking his head just enough to see you resting flat on your stomach, seeming to scroll through your phone.

Your smile was so big and mesmerizing that he took a moment to openly stare at you, finding your happiness contagious. It lasted a few seconds, because you giggled again and then he remembered wanting to find out what you were looking at.

“What are you doing?” He murmured, smiling when you visibly jumped on the spot. You turned and smiled at him, but your eyes were full of panic as one of your hands hid the phone deep into the pillows.

“Babe! Hey, I didn’t see you there. How was practice?” You fixed your hair behind your ears, something that you only did when you were nervous. You were hiding something. And now he was determined to find out what. “Wanna have some dinner? I prepared that liver you like so much.”

“Sure, sure. Thank you, honey.” He discarded his training bag on the floor, still standing at the door. “What were you watching?” The playful smile never left his face as he leaned on the doorframe, not letting you get out.

“Me? Nothing—I was just, you know, checking out Pinterest. Typical stuff! Anyways, back to the liver? Pretty well seasoned, let’s go make it! My big guy needs to eat!” You let a nervous laugh out, hitting his arm with no actual force. You were so nervous, it was killing him.

“I’m sorry, baby. Don’t hate me for what I’m about to do, okay?”

You seemed confused for a few seconds, and that was enough for him to grab you by the waist and practically kick you out of the room. He made sure to quickly lock the door, making a little run to the bed to get your phone before it was too late. He could hear your muffled screams as you banged on the door, begging him to stop being so noisy.

The problem was that the noisy monster he is today was created by you.

Once he got a grab on your phone, he thanked every god available that it was still unlocked. As he stared at the screen, his mouth opened in a silent laugh as his thumb kept scrolling through the content. There were hundreds of photos of him at literally every stage of his career. Then, he noticed that you didn’t lie about the Pinterest thing. There were boards dedicated solely to him. Once he had finally seen it all, he opened the door, still laughing a bit as you stared at him with hatred.

“Seriously, baby?” He still held your phone at his face level, so you weren’t able to reach it. “Short-haired Erling? There’s a specific board for that point of my life?”

“Give me my phone back!” You said instead, taking it roughly from his hands. “And yes, I have a Pinterest board for photos of you with short hair, so what? You looked stunning.” You turned around, and started to walk towards the kitchen.

“Hey! What’s wrong with my long hair?” He touched the man-bun he had going on hesitantly, following you. “You don’t like it?”

Then it was your turn to laugh as you turned again to face him.

“Of course I do.”

“Oh, but you don’t love it.” He didn’t even know why it offended him so much. “You don’t like it enough to make a Pinterest board. huh? Are you trying to say that I don’t look stunning in it?”

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t say that!”

“But you’re not denying it!” He was getting worked up for no apparent reason, but it was mortifying to think that his own girlfriend didn’t like his hairstyle. “That’s it— I’m chopping it off!”

“Erling! It’s not that big of a deal! You do look stunning with long hair!”

But he didn’t let go for at least another two hours. Dinner got forgotten as he went off about how you loved his past-self more than his current one. You had to make sure to create a new Pinterest board with recent photos of him in front of him, and just after that, he seemed convinced enough that you liked the long hair as much as his short hair phase.

Talk about unnecessary drama queens.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ * ERLING’S TAGLIST

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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

Good Strong Viking Name

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Erling have their first baby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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femme4ngel · 1 year

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If your requests are open could you write Erling Haaland x hairstylist reader

Reader making a video of washing his hair (in the salon) and he tries moving his head so she pulls him by the hair back. Maybe in the background of the video you hear her voice "just a reminder i.do.not do this to my clients I'm kinda dating him and he did annoy me a lot this weekend"

-🍷

i kinda took it to a different direction im sorry 😭hope u still like it tho mwah

~ erling haaland x hairdresser reader

it was media day, everyone running around the place, photographers, makeup artists and the players of course. you yawned as you sat down for a second, you just did half of the teams hair, you felt exhausted. it took you a good two hours, styling everyone, working together with the cameramen, the makeup artists, it was a mess. ( plus jack kept complaining about the amount of gel you used.. in the end you let him drench his hair in it just so he would leave your chair) you yawn in the chair, rubbing your eyes, trying to get some strength into yourself when out of nowhere you feel hands on your shoulders. you know its him without looking around, you can smell his cologne and the way his finger’s slowly massage your back is way too familiar.

“ are you tired baby?”- he asks, leaning close, his chest pressing against your back, his lips dangerously close to your neck. you get goosebumps from his presence, how tall and huge he is, how he stands behind you.

“mhm..”- you stand up from your chair, facing him with a blush and a smile on your face.

“ is it your turn to get your hair done or are you just trying to distract me erling?”

“its my turn promise!” - he looks at you shocked, his brows furrowed, why would you assume he’s there to mess around with you?.. distracting you? oh he never would do such thing..

you hum as a response and push him down into the chair. his hair is beautiful but its getting so weak from him tying it up all the time.. you brush it out, running your fingers through it.

“ erling. i have a crazy idea.”- you look at him in the mirror, with a huge grin.

“ oh oh. and what’s your idea”?- he looks at you in the mirror, his eyes sparkling from the curiosity.

“ will you let me braid your hair? you know like i did on friday, but i would put some hair oil in it now.. and and it will look so good trust me! i think it will go with the new jersey so much more than a bun..! you look so good in that jersey….”

you can see it on his face that you already convinced him, he loves wearing his hair in braids, and he trusts you with it totally. ( plus that comment of him looking good in the new jersey gave him such an ego boost, he wouldn’t let you do anything else with his hair) he nods enthusiastically, staring at you and your eyes, he’s mesmerized.

“mhm okay braids it is” - you say, leaning closer to him, acting like your brushing through his locks, and quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek. he lights up, his face turning bright red. you smile coyly to yourself, you love the effect you have on him. you get back to his hair, brushing it again, then grabbing some hair ties as you get to braiding. you decide on two strands of dutch styled braids and everything is going smoothly and well until erling starts hissing.

“ouch ouch, y/n your hurting mee, you keep pulling on my scalp” - he complains, sulking in the chair.

“ i’m not pulling! just tilt your head back more!”- to these demands ( the himbo he is) he manages to tilt his head forwards, getting completely out of your hands.

“ oh god”- u sigh, taking his head into your hands and directing him towards the angle you need him in.

“ oh damn, i think my hair is actually fine as it is”- you hear as kevin enters the room, his snarky comment making you blush and the camera crew bust out laughing.

your embarrassed, you almost forgot how many people and cameras are around you.

“ i didn’t.. its okay, trust me he’s the only one getting rough treatment, cuz he doesn’t know the difference between forward and backwards!”- your explanation gets erling to spin around in the chair, looking at you with his mouth open.

“ no i know! i was just escaping you and your hair pulling! i swear i know the difference! - he looks around upset, hoping that he convinced the crew of his knowledge of positions.

“mhm okay okay sure.. whatever please lay back now i have to do your hair”- you roll your eyes, softly pushing him back into the chair, ignoring the giggling around the room.

(…)

his hair of course ends up gorgeous, and it holds together so nicely (thanks to your talent) that he wears his hair in the braids at tomorrow’s training.

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

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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💕my love , we were in Paris💕pt2

Pairing : Erling haaland X single mom OC (Cherrie)

Part two

Part one here -

By the time morning came , Erling was already up and ready to go. Anticipation and nerves keeping him on his toes as he pushed open the door to her bedroom and walked in.

"Cherrie?" He called over to her quietly , walking around to her side of the bed and kneeling down.

Taking in the sight of her face smushed up against the white pillow with a smile. Her messy hair sticking up in several directions as she snored softly, groaning a little as he started to gently poke her cheek to wake her up.

"Non." She moaned sleepily slapping his hand away as she scrunched up her nose unhappily.

"faire chier.." she grumbled frowning as she went to turn over and pulled the covers over her head to go back to sleep. (Piss off.)

Haaland just snorted and pulled her back onto her back. Yanking the covers down from her face , making her eyes shoot open with a sleepy scowl being shot in his direction .

"Time to wake up!" He beamed at her. Getting a middle finger in response .

Raising his eyebrow at her with a laugh "lovely. Are you always so sweet on a morning?" He sarcastically muttered.

Getting off his knees and sitting on the side of the mattress instead. Poking her face repeatedly just to annoy her some more .

"We need to go pick up Angel remember?" He told her quietly . Nervous about how the day was going to go.

At the reminder of her baby , she shot up out of the bed with a gasp.

“Putain! Avez!" She rolled out of the bed in one swift movement . Jogging out of the room quickly .

Leaving Erling to blink at where she had just been sleeping seconds ago in disbelief .

"That was quick." He muttered to himself impressed.

Must be the mother instinct . He thought to himself as he trailed after her.

Spotting her shoving her feet into her high heels , he let out a loud laugh at the sight . Still half asleep and stood in his front room with his hoodie dropping past her knees , her hair looking like she had been electrocuted and High heels on.

It was a look. But Not a very good one.

"Non!" He copied her words from earlier .

Reaching down to pick up a pair of thick socks and hotel slippers .

“off." He nodded at her heels . Throwing them at her.

Cherrie just huffed and did as he said. Kicking off her heels and quickly pulling on his socks and the posh white slippers with the hotels name on.

Peering into the kitchen to see him filling up a cup of coffee for her along with a plate of jam on toast. She paused . Smiling a little to herself .

"Merci." She mumbled as she took them from

Him with a small blush. Quickly gulping back the coffee with a sigh of relief making haaland chuckle as he did the same.

Eyeing the clock anxiously she spoke up again, running her hand through her hair to try and take it the best that she could. But not particularly caring either .

"We need to go. She'll be missing me. She's cries a lot." She mumbled to him, her accent even thicker in the morning . He could barely understand her.

Shoving the last piece of toast into her mouth and pottering over to the door impatiently .

"Okay. Okay. Let's go then." He laughed before taking her hand in his and leading her out the door without a second thought. It felt right.

Cherrie was struggling to keep up with him, her legs still half alsleep as she glared him at his tall self with a annoyed pout.

"Urgh. Slow down." She pulled at his hand , barely functioning so early in the morning .

Erling stopped before the elevator , looking down at her sleepy face with a sigh before turning around and motioning for her to jump on his back.

"Come on." He said while bending down in front of her "we're on the clock. You're ride awaits." He said.

It showed how tired she was that she didn't even hesitate before she pressed her hands to his shoulders and jumped onto his back.

Yelping as he quickly hoisted her up and got into the elevator , clutching tightly to his neck with a shaky breath.

"Ooo!" She squealed a little as he jumped on the spot. Laughing loudly as she slapped his shoulder repeatedly.

“Non! Don't do that!" She scolded him.

Erling just giggled like a naughty child and proudly carried her through the posh lobby of the hotel. Ignoring the looks they were getting. Surely standing out among the suits and designer dresses there.

He didn't stop until they were at his car , sliding her into her seat and even buckling her in. Mockingly patting her on-top of her head before getting into the drivers seat.

"Good morning." He finally said as he pulled the car away from the hotel. Passing her his phone so she could play some music to wake up herself up.

"Morning." She grinned at him . Excited to see her baby and to show her their new home for the week.

Erling could only stand back in stunned silence as he watched Cherrie pick up a small child that didn’t even come up to his knee , placing the little girl on her hip with a smile as the baby rubbed at her eyes sleepily. Blinking up at her mom with a tired but happy giggle.

"Missed me?" She cooed down at her as she stepped aside and let haaland put their quickly packed suitcase into the boot of the car .

Swaying Angel from side to side and she grinned down at her, tapping the end of her little nose .

"I love you. Oui. I do." She said in her baby voice . Giggling just like her baby did as Angel reached up to grab at her hair in her tiny fist .

Erling felt his heart squeeze in his chest at the display . Smiling softly to himself as he hesitantly made his way over to them .

Gently squeezing cherries shoulder , he inhaled deeply as he looked at the baby in her arms . Big bambi eyes staring right back up at him with a curious look on her little face.

"Jour!" She kept repeating at him. Wiggling in her arms as she tried to reach for him. Making them both laugh.

"Bonjour." Cherrie corrected her gently . Carefully stroking her dark curls away from her face and zipping up her tiny coat as far as it would go underneath her chin.

Turning to look up at Erling , she smiled when she saw that his gaze was already glued on Angel with a look of amazement on his face . Laughing to herself at how expressionate he was without even saying anything .

She shifted the wriggling Angel in her arms so that he could see her properly, beyond proud and confident that her baby was the cutest girl in the world.

"Beautiful oui? This is Erling Bebe." She cooed down to her . Gently pulling her fist down from her mouth with a grimace .

Angel was still gazing up at Erling with wide eyes , mouth drooling as she blinked .

“Erling! Ring! Errrrlinnnggg!" She shouted over and over again, giggling loudly between each word .

Making Cherrie gasp at how perfectly she had said it the first time. Pride washing over her while haaland just gaped down at Angel in awe.

"Holy crap." He mumbled reaching out his fingers for her to hold onto . Heart hammering in his chest as he looked between the two of them.

"She is literally a copy of you. Same pretty eyes ..." he exhaled long and hard .

It was just too cute. He didn’t think his heart had ever felt so full.

Cherrie blushed and shifted her aching arms , passing Angel over to him when she kept trying to jump out of her arms and into his own.

Erling looked at her in alarm as he awkwardly hooked his hands underneath angels armpits , holding her out in front of him for a moment .

Looking over at a giggling Cherrie in shock "are you sure? What if I drop her?" He hurriedly adjusted his arms to hold her properly, the baby quickly latching onto his neck and yanking her hands into his slicked back hair.

“Ow." He mumbled with a startled wince .

"You're not gonna drop her." She rolled her eyes at him as she gently stroked angels curls away from her eyes . Before Walking over to the car to put in the Car seat.

"And anyways . I'd kill you if you did." She casually told him, not even looking at him as she focused on clicking in the seat.

Leaving Erling to frown at her back , holding onto Angel a little tighter .

Looking at the giggling baby that was slapping at his face with a small sigh , eyes softening at her toothy grin.

"Your mommy's crazy. Beautiful ... but scary." He whispered to her . Grinning down at her .

Cherrie straightened back to her full height and shot him a look , a smile tugging at her lips again.

"I heard that." She said.

He just shrugged with a amused laugh.

“It's true." Was all he said.

Cherrie spent the rest of the day running around after Angel who had only just learned how to run . And throw anything that was in distance of her tiny hands . Yet she still had fun.

While haaland had gone out shopping , she had put Angel in the tub and let her have the first proper bath of her life. Her kitchen sink didn't count.

As she carefully towel dried her babys hair , dressing her in soft fuzzy pyjamas with cats on them. The both of them were sat in front of the window in the front room, looking out at the city .

With Angel sat on her leg as she carefully detangled her hair , beginning to braid it for her when the door swung open and Erling arrived back with his hands full of bags.

Peering over her shoulder at him with wide eyes , Angel immediately knocking her hands from her hair and stumbling up from her lap, clumsily running towards him . Tripping a few times along her way.

Making him laugh as he let go of his bags and knelt down to catch her , tickling her tummy and making her shriek in laughter . Her loud giggles filling the air , making them all laugh.

"Ling!" She screamed at him excitedly , bouncing on her feet unable to keep still . Slapping her hands on his cheeks and looking into his eyes with a toothy grin. "Ling!"

He breathed out a laugh , pinching the end of her nose gently. Making her giggle again. His heart melting in his chest.

Cherrie had the cutest kid in the world.

"Erling ." He corrected her gently .

“Bonjour." He then added quietly . Knowing that Cherrie was trying to get her to say that word right too.

"Bonjour." She repeated to him perfectly without missing a beat making him pause and look over to her mother in disbelief .

Cherries mouth had dropped open in shock too, glee lighting up her features .

“Smarty." She said will full seriousness . So full of pride .

He chuckled . Nodding his head in agreement.

“Very smart. Very fast too." He added . Surprised by how speedy she was on her feet .

Would make a great footballer . He thought to himself . Glancing down to one of the bags he had bought. Another thing he had yet to tell cherrie.

What better time than now?

"Cherrie." He called over to her . She looked back up at him curiously .

“Come look at what I got." He said.

She wasted no time in hurrying over . Sitting on the floor next to them , Angel already shoving her hands into the nearest bag next to her making Erling laugh loudly .

"So impatient ." He tutted teasingly . Watching as she pulled out a cat teddy that you could walk on a little leash by pushing the button.

A loud screech filling their ears as Angel hugged it to her chest with tears in her bambi eyes .

"maman! regarder!" Mommy look! She squealed shoving the cat into cherries face with glee.

Cherrie smiled softly at her , shaking her head as

She peered over at Erling with tears in her own eyes too.

Having missed seeing the pure joy of innocent in her daughters eyes. Unable to afford toys like this.

"Merci Erling." She said to him with a genuine smile on her face. Reaching over to squeeze his hand in appreciation .

He flushed and simply shook his head. "Shhh. Non." He shook his finger at her jokingly .

“Not finished yet . Look at this .." he said as he pulled out a tiny blue and white football kit from one of the bags.

Pushing another one that was filled with toys over to Angel to keep her occupied for a moment while he talked to Cherrie .

Keeping his eyes glued to cherries expression to see if any recognition came up.

It did not. He laughed a little to himself .

She just frowned as she looked at the clothes in his hands . Titling her head curiosly as she leaned over and felt the fabric in her hands .

"Football?" She inquired reading the front curiously.

"She had a psg one somewhere ." She then mumbled thoughtfully "my brother is a football fan. He got a matching one . Mbappe I think?" She mused missing the way he rolled his eyes at the footballers name.

Unbelievable.

Taking a deep breath and deciding to push past that one. She didn't know. And anyways he had gottten her a new one now.

"This ones better." He told her seriously , grinning a little as he turned it around to show the back.

She read the name on the back with a blank face "haaland? Who is that? My brother said that mbappe is the best-"

He quickly cut her off. "It's mine." He told her point blank . Knowing that there was no point beating around the bush with her.

Her face stayed the same. Only a little more confused as she took the football kit from his hand and neatly folded it out of habit .

"You play? Who is blue?" She asked him, completely oblivious .

It only made his smile widen at how unbothered she seemed .

She didn't give a shit about who he was because she simply didn't know.

He loved it.

"I do. I play for Manchester City. I'm one of the best." He told her proudly .

Laughing when she just rolled her eyes at him , pulling a tag off one of the toys that Angel had passed over to her to look at .

Gently stroking her head and kissing her cheek as she watched her happily play with her new toys , mumbling nonsense to herself with the occasional giggle .

"Okay." She simply said . Raising her brow at him curiously . "Where is that?"

"England." She just nodded again. Not seeming phased .

"Okay." She just muttered before looking at the others bags surrounding him. "What else?"

He couldn't help but laugh.

Anybody else would have been offended by her lack of reaction to him telling her that he was a footballer , but not him.

In fact , he only felt gleeful. And happy .

He had finally found someone who simply didn't give a single shit about who he was.

She clearly had more important things to worry about . Like Angel. She didn’t care that he was a famous footballer .

"I got you a matching kit too." He admitted to her with a snicker as he watched her shake her head at him with a amused smirk.

"Humble." She muttered jokingly . Leaning back on her hands to get more comfortable . Keeping her eyes on his.

"Always." He mumbled back before pulling out a brand new iPhone from His pocket and casually handing it do her .

“Got you a new phone too. Think it's about time you got an upgrade." He casually said.

Cherrie gasped in shock as she carefully took the sleek phone from his hands , looking down at it in disbelief . Excitement ringing through her chest.

"Really? Non!" She slapped at his chest with another gasp as she turned it on. Seeing that he had already set it up for her too. "Erling!"

He laughed and easily dodged another slap. Angel giggling as she watched her mother who was almost in tears while clutching onto her new phone .

"Your mother is mean. I got her a new phone and she's attacking me!" He exclaimed to the baby in a funny voice making her giggle loudly , clapping her hands as she wriggled on her bottom happily.

"Wow." He tutted at the child "I see. Happy to see me in pain. Okay."

He then turned his attention back to Cherrie who was flicking through the different apps on the phone. Gasping as she opened the camera and pointed it at her baby.

"Oh! Bebe! So beautiful!" She started taking multiple photos of her . Getting down on her stomach for a better angle of her pretty baby.

Erling just chuckled as he pulled out his own phone and discreetly took a picture of her rolling around

On the floor to get Angel to laugh as she had a mini photoshoot of her .

Shaking his head with a adoring smile as he watched them.

"You like it?" He guessed with a teasing smirk on his face once she was done taking a hundred photos of her baby.

Crawling over to him and throwing her arms around his neck making him let out a huff of surprise .

It only took him a second before he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back, squeezing her to him tightly .

"Thank you. I'm very happy. Look how happy she is too.." she kissed his cheek on either side in thanks .

Pulling back enough so that she could see her baby walking her new electronic cat around the front room , her heart feeling so full she was afraid it wokld burst.

"You're welcome." He whispered to her in a daze. Feeling his cheeks heat up from where her lips had kissed them.

He crossed his fingers and hoped that this week would never end.

The next week seemed to past so perfectly and smoothly as Cherrie and Angel easily fell into their new schedule of being somewhere new.

Her little baby had become obsessed with Erling , there was no other way to put it .

Everywhere the footballer went , Angel would be toddling after him with a screech of laughter and a babble of undetectable words being shouted at him.

Only a tone of unfiltered joy that was undeniable to anybody that saw them.

And well , Erling had fallen in love too.

And although he was expecting to be more fearful of his sudden , overwhelming feelings for a woman that over a week ago he had no clue even existed.

Yet he felt nothing but a feeling of contentness and happiness , a feeling that this was where he belonged .

Paris had been called the city of love for a reason. He realised with fondness as he sat on the balcony with Angel in his lap.

The baby still asleep as the sun was only just coming up , her cries had woken him up and without any hesitation he had whispered for Cherrie to go back to sleep and let him get her. Kissing her cheek and slipping out of the bed before she could even dare to tell him no.

He knew that others would think him mad and question his sanity if they could see him now.

Because what kind of idiot fell in love with a prostitute and her little baby?

He did apparently .

He couldn't find himself to care too much about the backlash that he would no doubt face for doing so. Too in love too care .

He had always told himself that he would wait till he found the right person before settling down. Having always believed that he would just know when he had found his person , instead he had focused on his career and pushed any thoughts of romance far from

His mind .

He couldn't have been more happier that he did so because he had been right.

He took one look at Cherrie and another look at the sleeping baby on his chest and knew that they were what he had been waiting for .

That this was it for him. It had to be.

It just felt right . And maybe that was insane . Maybe he truly was mad but who cared? He was happy and all he wanted to do was make them happy too.

He could give them the world . He would if she let him.

Gently stroking angels curls on her head with a quiet sigh as he looked down at her , smiling softly in adoration.

"Your name is perfect for you." He mumbled to the sleeping baby. Gently patting her back when she suddenly squirmed on his chest, only to let out a small cute noise and tuck her tiny face into his neck and go back to sleep. "Cute."

He heard the balcony doors slide open as Cherrie tiredly stepped out onto the terrace with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders , blinking over at him tiredly . Her heart melting at the sight in front of her.

Sighing long and hard as she slid herself into the chair opposite him, picking up one of the pastry's from the plate on the table and taking a small bite as she tried to wake herself up.

"So early ." She yawned loudly . Shaking her head at him in disapproval.

“Not good for you." She told him as though she was suddenly a sleep expert .

Erling just laughed , pulling the small blanket he had bought Angel further up her tiny shoulders . Grinning over at Cherrie in amusement .

"I always wake up this early . I train a lot . Every hour counts." He told her . If anything this was him letting himself sleep in.

Cherrie just pulled a face at him. Clearly not agreeing with his schedule "crazy. Is she okay?" She then asked . Reaching over the table to gently stroke over her baby's back, face softening with love.

He wanted her to look at him like that. He thought to himself . Determination to make this his life filling him.

"Yes. She's perfect. Was talking nonsense in her sleep though . Reminds me of someone." He rose a brow at her pointedly . Hinting towards the way she had climbed into his bed on day two and hadn't left his sheets since .

She always muttered strange things during the night . The first time she did it haaland had thought that she was talking to him.

Turns out the both of them were just sleep-talkers. It was very funny and already he had more than one video of them saying odd things while they were asleep on his phone .

Cherrie just rolled her eyes , cheeks flushing slightly at the reminder .

“Whatever . Surprised I can fit into the bed . Giant man!" She giggled as she finished off the pastry quickly . Picking up another one too.

She had never eaten so much in her life. She had spent so long rationing food to make sure they had enough to eat each day that this truly was a luxury .

She had never felt so lucky.

Erling had been treating her like a princess . Angel too.

Everyday he had came back to the hotel with gifts and surprises for them. So much so that Angel had now began standing by the door waiting for him to return as though he was the postman. Hands held out in front of her and big eyes excited and expectant as she practically mugged him.

Erling thought it was cute and funny but Cherrie was worried that she was becoming too spoiled .

What happened when he had to leave? How could she go back to her mould ridden apartment , unable to afford anything after having a taste of a life like this?

Her baby was so happy . Warm and safe here. She didn't want their time together to end. Didn't want the bubble of joy to burst but she knew that she had to bring up the elephant between them. Because today was their last day together before he had to leave back to England.

She could feel her heart breaking already.

Cursing at herself for falling in love with someone so unattainable.

"You're leaving in the morning." She decided not to beat around the bush. Frowning a little as she rested her cheek in her hand , gazing over at him sadly.

Seeing the way her baby was cuddled into his chest, already so trusting with him. Angel already loved him.

How was she going to let this all go?

Erling looked at her disheartened expression for a long moment . Pursing his lips as he felt his heart skip a beat.

He had to lay it all out on the table sometime . He didn't have much time left.

He would regret it forever if he at least didn't try.

"I am." He agreed quietly. Drumming his fingers against angels back gently . Still looking at Cherrie with a small smile on his lips .

"You'll miss me?" He asked her . Already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it anyway.

She just nodded her head without any shame. She had never been a liar . Wasn't going to become one now.

"We will." She corrected him gently , nodding down to Angel with a soft smile.

“She loves you." She told him.

He felt nothing but hope. Knowing that what he was about to do was the right choice .

"And you?" He dared to ask. Eyes never leaving her own.

Making her fluster and break his stare. Looking down at her fidgeting fingers on the table between them before clearing her throat .

"un peu..." she mumbled shyly , shoving the rest of the food into her mouth to give her an excuse not to speak. In hopes that by answering in French , he wouldn't understand .

(A little.)

But Erling wasn’t stupid and he only shook his head at her with a amused smirk tugging at his lips .

"Non." He tapped her hand that was on the table between them with his spare one. Narrowing his eyes at her teasingly .

"Don't do that." He scolded her lightly just as Angel finally started to wake up again, his attention immediately shifting back down to the baby in his arms.

Cherrie quickly leaned over the table with a smile , gazing into her baby's eyes with love. Gently tapping the end of her nose once Angel was done scanning her surroundings, a toothy grin immediately perking up her little once she caught sight of them both.

"Jour." she giggled at them. Turning her head away from cherrie to gaze up at haaland expectantly , awaiting his morning greeting that she had gotten used to.

Erling chuckled quietly and softly pinched her pink cheeks .

“Bonjour." He corrected her again. Certain that she wasn't saying it right on purpose just so that he would repeat her .

"Good morning Angel. Sleep well?" He tried to keep his sentences simple so that she had a better chance of understanding what he was saying.

Angel just leant forward and blew a raspberry against his face , making him scrunch up his nose with a startled laugh.

Eyes flickering over to Cherrie to see her reaction , only she was too busy taking photos of them on her new phone with a grin on her pretty face , heart taken by the sight in front of her .

"I'll take that as a yes." He muttered , grinning as he turned Angel around on his lap so that she was facing the table instead.

Picking up the small bowl of fruit that was left, he picked up a strawberry and carefully handed it to her . Angel quickly shoving it between her lips with a happy hum. Wiggling on his lap as she ate.

Just like her mum. He thought fondly as he watched Cherrie pick up a piece of blueberry and do the exact same thing . Dancing in her seat as she ate.

"There's this nice cafe near my home in England." He told her suddenly , making her look over at him again.

A curious tilt of her head towards him , brows furrowing as she wondered what he was getting at .

He continued on casually , heart skipping a beat in his chest at what he was about to suggest.

"They do everything . Hot chocolate that you'd love . There's plenty of things to do.." he looked away from her momentarily. Taking in a deep breathe before continuing .

“Plenty of good nursery's and schools.."

Cherrie felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest from how hard it was beating , her eyes blowing wide in disbelief .

"You want me to go home with you?" She asked him

Just to be sure . Blinking at him like an owl.

Erling just casually nodded his head like it was no big deal .

“Yes I do. Both of you." He made sure to say as Angel tried to shove a grape into his mouth , making him gently take it from her before she accidentally choked him to death before he could finish convincing her mother to move home with him.

There was a long second of silence between them before Cherrie cleared her throat and nervously looked away from him, eyes going out to the view below them.

"My life is in Paris. I love it here..." if it wasn't for the fact that she was poor , it would have been the dream life .

She could never get bored of walking the streets of France. It was a beautiful place to live.

Erling hummed in understanding, having already guessed that she would say that.

He understood. He wasn't trying to rip her away from her home, just for her to share it with him and for him to do the same with her .

"Then you can still be here . I'll get us an apartment that we can travel back to when I don't have any games on." He said slowly . Heart Hopeful as he watched her think it through .

Unease clear on her pretty face . "But- what if you change your mind? I don't come alone . angel est ma priorité. toujours." (Angel is my priority always.) she said firmly .

He didn't need to speak her language to understand what she was saying . It was her and Angel or nothing at all.

Haaland just smiled and held her hand , squeezing her fingers gently . Angel still sat on his lap, oblivious to the seriousness of their conversation. Of how it was about to completely change their lives forever .

"I won't. I want this." He simply replied .

"-All of it . I love the Both of you so much already. Those feelings will only grow." He told her honestly .

"Please come with me . If anytime you change your mind or you no longer want to be with me then I'll make sure that you that you still have a home here . Nothing about that will change " he promised her . Trying to ease her mind.

To make her understand that no matter what would happen , he would always have her back now.

And Cherrie could only look back at him with tears in her eyes because she felt it then.

She felt what it was like to be loved and to love in return.

Her whole life she had spent being selfless and giving every single piece of her to other people only to get nothing in return. Having resided herself to a life of loneliness and simplicity .

To just be happy with the few things she had .

And then she met Erling . And she felt everything that those poets that she had assumed to be insane felt .

She felt safe . She felt happy . She fell in love and she could feel it.

Because what was love if you couldn't feel it? Couldn't reach out and touch it with your own hands?

She had a man in front of her who was trying to giving her the whole world . Who wanted to give her and her baby the kind of life that she had only ever dreamt about .

Why couldn't she be selfish just this one time?

She and Angel deserved this second chance to be happy and to not be afraid of every bill and every creak of the door.

This was their chance. Who was she to say no to happiness?

She would be a fool to do so.

So with tears in her eyes and love in her heart she could only squeeze his hands back three times and smile .

Watching as Erlings own eyes filled with tears too as he realised what this meant .

"Okay." She whispered to him softly . Sniffling out a small laugh. Wiping at her eyes with her free hand.

"But you need to learn french. I can barely understand you!" She giggled.

He laughed loudly in relief . Grinning widely as his heart thudded in excitement . Their future flashing right before his eyes .

"I will." He promised her before surging forward and cupping her cheek in his hand , Angel letting out a disgruntled noise at his sudden movements .

Then he kissed her . And she kissed him back.

Smiling gently against his mouth as he murmured how much he loved her and would love her . Whispering shaky promises of love and devotion that made her heart sing .

Both of them giggling when Angel finally had enough of watching them kiss and started slapping haaland's chest with a pout .

Shaking her head at them in disgust "euh! Non!"

Erling snickered as he reluctantly pulled back from Cherrie and smiled down at the little girl looking up at him with wide eyes .

"Better get used to seeing me kiss ta mère ." He told her cheekily . Getting a slap in the arm from Cherrie before he leant down to kiss angels head with a happy sigh .

Unable to believe that all it took for him to find his own little family was getting lost in the dark streets of Paris.

His friends were never going to believe this.

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