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[fallinforerling]

Jude’s definitely the type to call his girlfriend “bro”

bro - jb

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If you knew one thing about your boyfriend, it was the fact that his competitiveness made him forget about a lot of things.

It didnʼt matter if you were his best friend, his favorite teammate or his girlfriend. He was there to win, and God help any person that fucks up his chances to do so.

Right now, you were kinda messing up. But it wasnʼt entirely your fault. He was the one that practically forced you to play Fifa with him despite the fact that youʼd only touched a PlayStation two times in your whole life. Saying that you were bad at it was an understatement.

He didnʼt seem to understand it, though.

“Bro! Cʼmon, youʼre killing me.” He rested his head on your shoulder for a moment, huffing. “I taught you how to dribble! Didnʼt I?”

You gave him an unimpressed look, still holding the controller like it was an alien object. You could hear Gioʼs giggles and Karimʼs muffled laugh next to you.

“Oh! Iʼm sorry, mate. I totally got that explanation that took you one minute and zero patience.” You said jokingly, directing your eyes to the little player that the guys gave you to play… Which was Jude himself. “I thought I was doing it correctly.”

“Hey! Donʼt call me that.” He frowned. “Iʼm babe for you, not mate.”

“Why? Thatʼs not fair!” You laughed, slightly shaking your head. “You call me bro all the time!”

“Thatʼs different! Right, guys?” He looked at his friends for support. You looked at them as well, impressed when they nodded right away. “You know I donʼt really mean it. Youʼre not my bro! But itʼs different if my girlfriend calls me that or mate.”

“Right.” Was all you said, rolling your eyes. “That doesnʼt make any sense, boys.” You got up, leaving the controller behind. “I want to eat something, so no more Fifa for me.”

There was a round of “awwws” and “noooo” coming from them, which made you smile while you made your way to the kitchen.

“Can you get me a cup of apple juice?” Jude shouted after a few seconds.

“No way, fam. Iʼm minding my business over here.” You shouted back before biting into a cookie.

“Stop that!” He laughed from the distance, making your smile wider.

Gio and Karim joined in the laughter, starting to tease Jude. You looked at them from the little window of the kitchen, feeling grateful for having friends like them and such an extraordinary boyfriend like Jude.

“Stop fighting, boys! Iʼm bringing juice for everyone!”

This time you heard a long round of “Yaaay” that almost made you spit said juice.

What a group of dummies.

They were the best.

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[corriganatheart]

Jude Bellingham Masterlist

Series ♥

If I Should Stay Pt. I

If I Should Stay Pt. II

If I Should Stay Pt. III

Always With You Pt. I

Always With You Pt. II

What Could've Been Us ↓

What Should've Been Us ↓

What Will Be Us

Deepest Secret Pt. I

Deepest Secret Pt. II

Deepest Secret Pt. III

Deepest Secret Trent's Pov

Tug of War

His Maddest Desire Pt. I

His Maddest Desire Pt. II

His Maddest Desire Pt. III

His Maddest Desire Final

Jude Bellingham Instagram Series

Standalones ♥

Friends with Benefit

Baecation

Valentine's Day

Pregnancy

[wehavecomeforyourprivateschools]

Looking forward to losing some followers for blogging about football. It's not going to stop for a while, so you might want to get out now.

[penguintransporter]

I am writing a multi-part something on Héctor Bellerín and wondering if anyone is interested in reading it? I am kinda writing it in bits and pieces but the idea is there, I just need another 24h time to shape it. So, let me know if you want to read it.. 

Here is the sneak peak...

“I don’t know how you do it,” Thomas muttered, and Aida just giggled at her co-worker. 

The doors slid open yet again and the gust of wind trailed in with the force as Héctor Bellerín walked in - dressed like he had raided Aida’s father’s wardrobe in the nineties.

“Want to watch me how I fail?” she asked in a whisper before raising her voice, looking at their vice-captain. “Good morning, Héctor!” she called out, smiling as always. “Bollocks weather, innit?” 

 Nothing. 

 Not an eye-contact, shrug, or any kind of motion for that matter. 

Aida knew that her friendliness could be overbearing at times, but Héctor always seemed like a nice and down to earth lad, so she always wondered why she never got more than a cold stare or occasional eye-roll from him.

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‏‎🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷 #ortega lovely number 10 of #Argentina in the WorldCup98 #France! Ortega, who was runner-up in the Atlanta Olympic with Argentina in 1996, joined #Valencia a year after #Riverplate and established himself in European football. Sampdoria, Parma and #Fenerbahce are other teams of this technical player in Europe. Although he has never been a member of a world-class club, he has been a member of the South American national team four times and the FIFA national team in 2001. The scene of his clash and contention with #Wandersar goalkeeper of holland in the 1998 World Cup, which led to his dismissal and the eventual defeat of Argentina against #Netherlands, is one of the lasting scenes of the World Cup! #Football_nostalgic @football_nostallgic #آریل_اورتگا شماره ۱۰ دوست داشتنی #آرژانتین در جام جهانی ۹۸ #فرانسه #اورتگا که در سال ۱۹۹۶ با آرژانتین نائب قهرمان المپیک آتلانتا شده بود یک سال بعد از #ریورپلاته به #والنسیا پیوست و خود را در فوتبال اروپا مطرح کرد. سمپدوریا، پارما و فنرباغچه از دیگر تیم‌های این بازیکن تکنیکی در اروپا به شمار می‌روند. با وجود اینکه هرگز در باشگاه‌های سطح اول دنیا عضویت نداشت اما چهار بار در تیم منتخب آمریکای جنوبی و در سال ۲۰۰۱ در تیم منتخب فیفا قرار گرفت. صحنه درگیری او با وندرسار در جام جهانی ۱۹۹۸ که منجر به اخراج او و در نهایت شکست آرژانتین مقابل هلند شد، جزو صحنه های ماندگار جام های جهانی به شمار می رود. #فوتبال_نوستالژیک #footballisfamilyl #arielortega #ortega #argentina #netherland #vandersar #footballlove #footballlover #footballfe #فوتبال #فوتبالی #فوتبالیست #فوتبال_جهان #جام_جهانی #خاطرات_فوتبالی ‎‏ https://www.instagram.com/p/CO68vZNnQce/?igshid=1pihpzxlgb960

[bornoffside]

Do you have a masterlist love?

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I do indeed! Not too much on there at the moment, but I have a few things that’ll I’ll have posted as soon as exam period is over :)

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[fallinforerling]

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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Mats Hummels

Fluff

The Age Gap

The Second Turn-down 

Smut

My Only Girl

[crosbuns]

Can you recommend some good fan fic blogs?

mkay :)

asecondlife

sergiohasmypants

footballfics [too good to be true ok]

footiefanficprompts

fanfictionsmyway

and me

there ya go :)

[fallinforerling]

Hi could you write about erling not liking when his girlfriend wears a bra around the house/when they are alone? Him being in love with her and her body, but her being insecure, especially having natural big breasts? Erling having a thing for her boobs, but like not only sexual, he likes touching them, using them as his personal pillow, massaging them (his gf telling him he acts like they are his stress balls). Basically him being her biggest supporter :))

I LOVE YOUR... - e.h

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“Erling?!” It was the third time you called for your boyfriend in the last five minutes. Was he deaf? “Breakfast’s ready! It’s getting cold!” 

Still no response. 

“I swear to God…” You let out a sigh, going upstairs. The house was completely silent due to the sole presence of the two. When you made it to the bedroom, a laugh almost escaped your mouth. 

Erling was still wrapped on the covers, just as you left him thirty minutes ago. Seems like the constant attempts to wake him up were useless. His face was buried on your pillow, making your heart melt. You tiptoed around the bed until you were next to him, taking advantage of his sleepness to brush your fingers through his hair. A tiny smile drew on his face, letting you know he wasn’t as asleep as you thought. 

���So you decided to sleep in while your servant made breakfast?” You joked, dropping yourself on him. 

“Of course not, baby” He replied with his eyes still closed. “It’s just that I’m too tired.” He grabbed you by the hips, and with one movement, you were under him. “What about if we sleep a bit more?” His hands, as usual, slip past your shirt, looking for your boobs. 

Typical. 

They stopped above your bra, and you heard almost immediately his huff. 

“Why are you wearing this again?” He always complained when you wore a bra around the house. Always. 

“I told you! It’s more comfortable this way, they’re way too big for me to just let them hang free!” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his hands roll your bra up so he could grab them bare. “What I don’t get is why you are always touching my boobs… You know? They’re not stress balls.” 

“You sure? They always make me feel better and relaxed after touching them for a while.” His hands were still massaging you. At this point, this type of physical contact wasn’t even sexual. It was more of a weird hug. "And, this is the best pair of boobs in the world. Makes sense, because they're attached to the best body as well."

"Look who's talking" You smiled, feeling your heart do a pirouette, like everytime he said things like that.

“I’m average-looking next to you” His eyes met yours for a brief moment before kissing you the only way he knew. God, you loved this man. “You’re beautiful in any way possible. Sometimes I wonder how I got you” 

“Easy. I saw those lips and it was case closed” You said before returning the kiss. 

“Sounds like we’re both drawn by looks. How shallow.” He joked back, giving a final squeeze to your chest before letting them go. “What about breakfast?” 

“Oh, now you want breakfast?” You laughed, biting your lip when he seemed confused. 

“Of course, that food is as delicious as you are, I’m sure” He went inside the bathroom, leaving your blushing self behind. 

“Idiot…” You whispered, feeling more in love than ever. 

Maybe you should stop wearing bras, they were uncomfortable anyways.

[fallinforerling]

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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

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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.

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[fallinforerling]

can we get a 13 and 16 angst to fluff with jude please x

in the wrong - jb

A/N: screaming, crying, throwing up. this one has a bit of a double POV that jumps from jude’s to reader’s. i love to write little angst to fluff thingies, especially with jude. send your request! remember that feedback it’s always welcomed. love you xx

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13. “why are you calling me? it's two a.m.”

16. “i'm angry but i still love you”

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You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was this a sick joke or something? 

Your eyes followed the movements of Sasha, the “friend” that crashed from time to time on your reunions, always cheeky and happy to be there. But you knew better. She was into Jude; it was very evident, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to agree with you. Every time you brought up the way she would always find an excuse to be near him, whisper into his ear, or just touch him for no apparent reason, he would say you were seeing things, that there was nothing to worry about. That you were crazy. And, of course, she didn’t care that you, his girlfriend, were there to witness it all. 

You were furious. 

“Babe?” You called, wanting to get Jude to your side as fast as possible before Sasha could get her hands on his chest or something like that. “Can you come here for a second?” 

Jude knows you. He noticed the way you were avoiding any type of chatter, with arms crossed and no sight of even a tiny smile on your face. You were mad, that was evident. But he chose to ignore it since it happened every time Sasha was around. He didn’t get it. Yeah, maybe you didn’t like her as much, but he wasn’t going to avoid her just because of that. 

“What’s up?” He seemed a bit apprehensive, since your eyes were sparkling the kind of way they always did when your blood was boiling.

“Can we head home? I’m tired.” 

“Now?” He turned back to see all his friends still chatting and drinking. “Can we stay a bit longer? The night’s just starting, babe.” 

You took a deep breath, not wanting to seem like a difficult person. But God, you just wanted to leave. 

“Is it because of Sasha? Babe, come on. She’s just friendly, we’ve been over this before.” 

Oh?

“Friendly?” That word alone made you forget about being easy. He brought it up. “Jude, she flirts with you all the time. You can’t tell me you don’t notice it!” Your eyes went directly to her, who was on the other corner, looking at both of you with a tiny smirk, like she was enjoying the effect she had on you. “She’s waiting for the right opportunity to make a move. And yes, I don’t tolerate her. So, can we please go?” 

He stood there, looking at you with a frown for a few seconds before sighing. 

“I don’t see it because there’s nothing to see. She’s a friend, and if you want to leave just because you can’t stand a person, then you’re free to leave…” He regretted saying that as soon as it came out of his mouth, but it was too late. You were already doing that thing with your mouth when you were about to explode.

Your whole face went from angry to serious, obviously offended. He just basically kicked you out of the party, choosing a practical stranger who loved to flirt with him over you? 

“Oh! So I am the problem… Okay, fine.” You turned, and before he could say anything to make you stay, you were out the house. 

He was dumbfounded. He didn’t expected that reaction, since you were the calmest person to ever exist. He followed outside, trying to catch you, but the only thing he saw were your car’s lights before it hit the curve. 

Fuck. 

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As soon as you were inside your car, you muted your phone. There was no way in hell you were answering anyone’s texts right now, especially not Jude’s. 

How dare he? Implying that you were not only imagining things, but also telling you to just leave if you weren’t happy around Sasha. He was the biggest asshole in the whole world. You hated crying, but it was impossible not to when you thought about it all. Why did he act like he didn’t get it? How many times did you reassured him when he felt insecure? Why wasn’t he doing the same for you? 

A slight sob escaped your mouth, and you felt grateful that at least you were near home. Crying while driving was a bad combination. Biting your lip, you speeded a bit more, wanting to get out of the car as soon as possible. All you could think about was that your boyfriend didn’t even care. 

When you finally made it inside, you weren’t letting yourself just fall into bed and cry yourself to sleep, even though that was all that you wanted. That was out of the question. So you headed to the bathroom, taking all your accessories and clothes off while walking. 

“Fucking prick.” You murmured, throwing a high heel against the floor without actual force, just wanting to let some of the anger out. 

You just couldn’t get your head around how the night ended. He was such an…

“Stop! Stop thinking about him, it’s not worth it.”

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Jude was growing more and more worried as the minutes passed. He tried calling and texting, but you weren’t picking up your phone. It’s been almost an hour, and even if he tried to, there was no actual way of getting a car to take him to your place immediately. He had to wait at least another thirty minutes, which was hell. He deserved to be left behind after what he said to you, but he couldn’t stand not knowing where you were and if you were okay. 

“Please pick up, please, please.” He murmured like a prayer, pacing back and forth. “I’m such a prick…” It was the twentieth call he made just this past ten minutes, and you were still not picking up.

When he was about to make attempt number twenty one, the door to the backyard opened. Jude turned a bit, just in time to see Sasha’s grin while approaching him. He didn’t have time for this. 

“What’s wrong, Jude? Your little girlfriend abandoned you, didn’t she?” Jude stared at her with an arched eyebrow, not feeling the little joking tone she was using while referring to you. “Ah, come on! Don’t let her ruin your night, we can still have fun…” One of her hands brushed against his arm, making him slightly uncomfortable with the way her eyes were looking at him. 

Why was she staring at him like that…? Oh…

“Yeah, no… That’s not happening.” He made the space between them wider, still holding the phone to his ear. The realization that what you said was absolutely true hit him like a truck. Yeah, he was the fucking prick. “I don’t know what told you I’d ever cheat on my girl, but whatever it was, nonexistent. Now, excuse me, but I have to get to her house before she thinks I’ll ever waste my time on you or anyone else.” 

Sasha stood there, with an open mouth and an offended expression for a long time, even after Jude left her all alone in the backyard. Just as he was about to leave the house, his phone rang. His heart made a little twist, hopeful about you calling him back, but what he saw was the best second option of the night. Thank God.

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It was around two a.m. when your phone started to ring. You groaned, regretting unmuting it at the last minute. Why did it had to rang just when you were finally falling asleep? Your eyelids felt so heavy that you could barely see the phone screen as you answered, already knowing that it might be Jude. 

“Hello?” 

“Are you home?” Jude’s voice was a bit agitated. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, annoyed by the interruption and a little bit by his voice. 

“Where else would I be, Jude?” You paused, checking the time. “Besides, why are you calling me? It’s two a.m.” 

“Because there’s no way I’ll go to bed knowing my girl is mad at me.” He sighed. “You were right, as always… Can you open the door? I left my key at home.” 

“What?” That woke you up. 

You got out of bed as fast as you could, going straight to the living room so you could look outside. And yes, there he was, looking up at you, like he was waiting to see you peeking out of that exact window. 

“So?” He shouted, smiling a bit despite the absence of reaction from your side. 

Without a word, you went directly to the door. While opening, you felt your heart a bit heavier on your chest. He came. Once the door was open, you both stared at each other with big eyes; he seemed scared of standing there, and you were feeling a mixture of happiness and desire to punch him in the face. 

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing that fell out of his lips, making you smirk a bit. “She was, indeed, flirting with me. And I didn’t want you to leave, I don’t know why I said that.” When you didn’t reply, he got closer. “Can I come in?” 

“What do you think?” You didn’t move from the door, still looking at him with a frown. 

“I think you want to punch me in the face.” Despite that statement, he held you by the waist. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

You didn’t know the exact way he was offering to make it up, but you didn’t actually care. Because he was there, and he was saying he was sorry. He did care. 

“Okay, you can come in.” When you gave him enough space to do so, he held you fully, embracing you with his arms until you couldn’t breathe properly. 

“You’re still angry, aren’t you?” 

“Of course I’m angry, Jude… But I still love you… Sadly for me.” The last thing you said was in a joking way, trying to get on his nerves as much as he did a few hours ago. Payback and all that. 

“Hey! Not fair! I’m an idiot, yes… But never stop loving me for that.” His face was buried in your neck, so you could feel the vibrations of his voice and the warmth of his breath on your skin. “Never stop loving me, please.” This time, it sounded a bit like begging. 

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. 

“Never…” And somehow, yours sounded like begging as well. 

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

the shirt dilemma - eh

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 : ̗̀➛ requested phrases: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s an interesting take.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like it would ever happen in reality. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The dressing room.” 

Oh-oh. 

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

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

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

“Breathe. You’re crushing my hand.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, so handsome. And so, so cocky.

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

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

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

“I…” 

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

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

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

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

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