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pavardscherie · 1 year

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hi love, could you write something about erling haaland being obsessed with the reader?

little touches, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & reader

summary: erling is obsessed with you.

izzy talks;

i have to say, i love pavard with all my heart. i love writing about him, and yet, i’m quite happy to write about someone else for once, haha. for this one, i changes female reader to the you perspective :)

it’s a little drabble, so nothing too long.

it didn’t matter where you were or who was around.

erling always had to have his hand on your body. fingers caressing over the exposed arms when you wore one of his favorite dresses. a muscular arm wrapped around your waist while talking to friends. his large hand on your thigh while watching a movie or going out for dinner with a couple of his teammates.

those small glances filled with jealousy, and a certain promise to possess you later on, when another man decides to put his dirty fingertips on you. a touch, a moment, they weren’t allowed to share with his precious little thing.

compliments. small ones that made your tummy turn into a swarm of butterflies. the cheeks tainted by a cherry red color, erling could never get enough of the bashfulness on your beautiful face.

introducing you to new people, friends or teammates, erling always had to assure to emphasize the word my or mine. already stating from the very beginning that you were completely off the table, taken and untouchable for any other person. doesn’t matter if male or female.

hands intertwined when walking through the streets. small kisses to the cheek, to the back of the hand or blown gently against your forehead. small gestures that turned out to become a routine for erling.

over the past months of being in a relationship with the football player, you turned out to be his greatest addiction. seconds of not being able to touch you while you were so close to him tortured the blonde painfully.

but when the referee blew his whistle, announced a short break or interruption, erling found a way to at least send you a wink or a wave, while seated between the manchester city fans. small gestures, the team would joke about in the end but the talented striker didn’t care about it, as long as he was able to show you his admiration.

you were his first thought in any situation. after scoring a goal, and celebrating with the fans, the addiction of feeling your pillow-like lips against his own led his body straight towards you in the stands. his coach cursed about another yellow card, he received for leaving the pitch.

but erling shrugged it off, unimpressed by the spoken threats of sitting on the bench.

while you admired the small gestures of admiration, the obsession almost turned into a sick possessiveness. at least that was the exact word the newspapers and media used to describe the constant clinging to each other. a certain, unexplainable neediness.

it’s like erling had nothing else inside of his head. emptiness spread until the one necessary, and important thought was found.

you.

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footballdesires · 1 year

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the perfect surprise, mason mount ───────────────────────────────────────── pairing: mason mount, she/her summary: requested by anon the request: Hello, can u make something fluff with Mason ?───────────────────────────────────────── requests are open, request away! ─────────────────────────────────────────

the departure day for the world cup in qatar came faster than expected. with two days left until having to leave the home country to win the trophy, mason played with disparate ideas to prove his admiration to his girlfriend one more time.

as the public relations manager of a large technology company, she couldn’t disappear for weeks to watch mason play for the english national team. her boss declined the request for vacation and offered her one day, instead of relaxing from the constant extra hours after the long shifts.

so, mason found a way to express his feelings face to face before having to leave her in england. sweaty hands rubbed over the tired muscles of his face, glancing nervously at the silver watch around his right wrist. a present from her, a reminder that no matter where he went, she would be right by his side.

the bright sun slowly sunk, cascading the hues of a peaceful orange and a calm red across the sky. between the cotton-like, white clouds, the tint of mixed color could have been painted by a talented, undiscovered artist. “mason?” the name, gently and quietly spoken, caught the attention of the football player.

for a moment, he bathed in the sound of her voice. he didn’t need to turn around and see a glimpse of the female’s face, he recognized the tone between a million others. the hands pushed into the tight front pockets of the jeans, mason stayed in the same position. rooted to the green blades of grass underneath his feet, she slowly walked towards the male figure.

she gulped down the breath that settled in the tightened throat, expecting that she has made a wrong choice or mason was truly displeased with a decision. he never easily ignored her if the two weren’t deeply in an argument.

arm outstretched, the soft tips of the fingers desired to tap on his broad shoulder when she had the chance to see a glimpse of the little preparation made in front of him. frozen in the pose, the mouth fell open and the surprise conjured a dazzled expression on the face.

head tilted over the shoulder, mason’s quiet chuckle didn’t reach the female. spread out in front of the football player was a large, plaid blanket. disparate sizes of thick, wooden coasters placed on the soft material, decorating the space further and keeping the kitchen utensils from falling over.

two plates, one on each side. a large, light brown basket stood ahead of them and revealed the choices of food he made and a bottle of red wine, her favorite one. blinking multiple times in a row, she tried to take in the scenario without fainting or completely freaking out over such a romantic gesture.

“did you.. like you know.. do this?” the words that stumbled out of her mouth were a mixture of various questions. she couldn’t form a usual row of words without pausing in the middle and start over, completely different than the first time.

“i did.” mason commented, taking in the credit for the romantic atmosphere and the beautiful decoration of an usual plaid blanket. “the world cup starts soon, and we will leave england in two days. i had to make sure that you don’t forget, or replace me in the meantime.”

the chuckle that rolled off his tongue sounded effortlessly, but the thoughts of being replaced truly bothered his mind. standing beside him, her head darted from the blanket towards the unfazed face of her boyfriend and back to the surprise picnic. the feeling of admiration mixed with confusion when mason stated his concerns. “i won’t forget you. neither would i ever think about replacing you.”

the confession made his heart dwell with pride, hammering against the thick bones of the rib cage. “i really don’t know how i deserve you. you’re gentle, loving and most of all, you probably own the greatest amount of genuineness.”

chuckling to himself, the amusement about her dazzled state disappeared underneath the softness of his voice. the head tilted to the side to look at her, he already found her still widened eyes staring at him. “what?” mason’s eyebrows were raised, the long wrinkles appearing on the forehead.

she was shamelessly gazing at the dark-haired male, with the one-sided smile. “thank you for this, for loving me and for being such an amazing person.”

“well, if you don’t stop the compliments, it will be much harder to leave in two days.” shrugging the shoulders, he was fascinated by the control her words had over his emotions. the anxiety vanished underneath the dwelling happiness, and relief. “it’s going to be insane without you. got to prepare to not lose my head after a shit game.”

“you’ll be okay, mason.” she leaned into him, the red-tinted cheek placed against the shoulder of the male, the lids slowly closing with a smile. “but i’m better when you’re around. it pains me to leave you alone in england.” the confession caused the female’s heart to ache, knowing how difficult it must be for the football player to leave his girlfriend behind for a couple of weeks.

since the first date, the two saw each other at least every second day until living together in a small house on the outskirts of london. mason loved the privacy, the disparate ways to leave the building with an arm around her, and enjoying the empty streets instead of the brightness of cameras. without a minute to himself, he wouldn’t have been able to prepare such a romantic surprise for his girlfriend.

“you’re my good luck charm, i need to kiss you at least thirty times until i have to be at the airport. one for each day, i could be away from you if we’re getting to the finale.” he lifted the arm and wrapped it tightly around the waist, placing the calloused, long fingers on the side of her hip. fingertips brushed over the fabric of her summer dress, stroking in small circles which were easily felt through the thin material.

she didn’t answer with words, a slow nod of agreement was enough for the two of them. instead of talking further about the departure, she snuggled her face against the side of his chest. the scent of sweet vanilla and strong musk infiltrated the breaths through the nostrils, and caused the corners of her mouth to lift into a calm smile.

“let’s settle down, enjoy the sun setting behind the horizon. the stars and the moon decorating the night, and still, nothing could be as mesmerizing as you.” the spoken compliments of admiration tainted the cheeks in a deep watermelon pink, and she couldn’t help herself but giggle softly. “you little charmer.”

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bookboredbird · 4 months

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The C*ck Down The Block - Amy Award

★★★★☆

Tropes - miscommunication, best friends to lovers, fake dating, football romance, slow burn, he falls first

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This book was sooo good even with a slow start. Between the curvy FMC and her chickens, that alone is enough to qualify for four stars. The humor throughout the story is amazing as well, with side characters you'll love, a football family full of himbos, and an ex-p*rnstar-mother who sends our FMC exotic *toys*, you really cannot go wrong.

As much as I dislike football as a sport and don't really follow it, it is not a primary point in the story besides the MMC's family who all play for the same team, and mentions of the upcoming season. If you're looking for a sports-heavy story this is not for you, it focuses more on the love story and the FMC's upcoming high school reunion.

The split POV is just a chef's kiss since it shows the growing feelings from our main gal and the resurfacing or intensifying feelings from our main guy. It also shows their more scandalous feelings for each other, especially from the MMC.

The only thing I truly disliked was the weird paparazzi appearances throughout the story. As well as the whole standing-up-to-the-mean-girl speech toward the end(it felt very cringey and made me want to hide my face). WHILE valid points were made, it just felt so Netflix/Wattpad. Apart from the occasional cringe-worthy moment and the strange focus on her once porn making mom, the book was great!

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SPICE!!

praise kink, exhibitionism, restraints, mentioned phone sex. Not the best but still pretty good.

#amy award #book review #bookstagram #booklr #book rating #books #bookblr #books and reading #reading #romance #bestfriends to lovers #slow burn #he falls first #fake dating #football #football lover

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maamria · 9 months

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i just had a heart attack watching citys game and now barça, benfica and city are gonna play in the weeknd.

goodbye stable heart beats, hello football season

#the last part is my motto #la liga #premier league #benfica #barcelona #man city #culer #citizen #benfiquista #football lover #health hater

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books-over-flowers · 1 year

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Look at those expression 🔥🔥

It was meant to be a goal!!

#football lover #football #fifa world cup #world cup #portugal #portugal vs ghana #ronaldo #christiano ronaldo

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farlydatau · 2 months

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#findyourthing #redbubble #justin jefferson #minnesota #minnesota vikings #nfl football #nfl #kids #tshirt #poster #gift ideas #gift art #unique gifts #football lover #hit'em with the griddy

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sportsbignews · 4 months

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#davi alves #footballnews #football lover

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cultlifecollective-blog · 5 months

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FOOTBALL SUPERMAN

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cakedelights · 6 months

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🍰🍰Kicking Off the Celebration with our Football-Themed Cake!⚽⚽

Cake Delight Indore is a popular bakery in Indore known for its delicious and visually appealing cakes. They offer a wide variety of flavors and designs, creating beautiful and delectable cakes for special occasions. Quality ingredients and attention to detail ensure top-notch taste and presentation. A go-to place for cake lovers in Indore.⚽"Elevate your game day party with our football-themed cake! This delicious creation is the MVP of desserts, sure to make your celebration a touchdown of taste and style!"⚽

#cake #cakes in indore #eggless cakes #bakery in indore #eggless cakes in indore #indore #food photography #trending #birthday cake #foodphotograpgy #football #football cake #liverpool #football lover

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biowikifacts · 7 months

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#Paloma Dhillon #Paloma Thakeria #actresses #actress #film actress #indian film actresses #Boolywood #Actresses in Hindi cinema #Daughter of Poonam Dhillon #kick boxing #football lover #indian beauty

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smkguru · 1 year

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#football #football lover #nyc #plants #pink #poem #poetry #nostalgia #succession #reading #retro #1950s

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Hiii lovely 💓

Could you write something for Jules kounde? I love your writing sooo much tyy

dusk till dawn, jules kounde

pairing jules kounde & female summary: moving to barcelona with her boyfriend was easy. leaving the world she had in france behind, was the hardest part. and she truly feels alone more than just a couple of days.

izzy talks: love love love bringing in new football players! don't get me wrong benji pavard is high class, he can have me anywhere and anytime. just like goretzka & kimmich, or a couple of others. but i love a challenge. and a big thank you for reading! <3 for this one, just imagine, fc sevilla wasn't a spot where he played between the french team and the moving to barca, please!

staring in the floor length mirror, she did not recognize the reflection anymore. dark bags underneath the eyes, eyebrows almost invisible from the light colour her hair usually has. strands thrown into a messy bun on top of her head, falling out in each direction and resembling a bird nest more than an actual hairstyle.

almost three months ago, she decided to move with jules to barcelona, instead of seeing him only once a month. leaving seemed easy, but the marks were clearly visible on her after time passed. she missed bringing a friend home, having late night talks with her mother about how great jules has been to her, and the evenings at the pubs with her girlfriend group.

yet, she left it all behind to be with the love of her life. it was beautiful in spain, she adored the sunny weather, and the warm breeze of the wind. she wanted to visit the beach, but over the past seven weeks, she never found a friend fitting to her personality. a new town, new neighbours, no connections.

shaking the head to get the negative thoughts out of her head, she made her way out of the bedroom, towards the staircase and straight into the open kitchen area. it was almost evening, jules should be home any minute from another training session. almost every day of the week, he had to leave for hours, which made it a lot harder to settle in. yet, she understood how important this chance was for him.

she has never interfered in his dreams, and it definitely would not start today. brushing a fallen out strand out of the face, she placed the cup of cold coffee on the counter and turned on the stove. as soon as the clock on the dinner started to blink, the front door to the small house opened and revealed a heavy-breathing football player.

letting the bag fall to the floor, jules walked around the corner and through the living room to reach the kitchen area. the place, where she spent most of the time. a wide smile spread across the face, he was relieved to see her again. yet, the tired expression changed the mood immediately. "are you alright, babe?" jules stepped further towards her, the hand placed on the upperarm of the female.

"sure, why wouldn't i be?" she chuckled quietly, shrugging the shoulders in an attempt to lose the subject. "how was your training?"

"don't change the topic." he immediately spoke, "did anything happen back in france?"

alredy the mention of the country, where she was surrounded by love and attention caused a stinging pain in her chest. a tightened feeling, like she forgot how to breathe. corners of her mouth dropped into a frown, the eyebrows furrowed and followed the same direction. sadness clouded the mind, reminiscing in the memories of france.

"alright," jules raised the hands in defence, completely baffled by the mood swings. "are you pregnant, is that what's bothering you?"

mouth falling open, the eyebrows furrowed further together but this time in utter confusion about his question. "what?" she shook the head slightly from left to right, attempting to understand his trail of thoughts but losing in the very beginning.

eyebrows raised himself, jules ran a sweaty hand over the braids on the top of his hand until the fingers caressed over the neck. "shit, you're not. i'm sorry, it just blurted out."

"it's fine," she reassured the worried male, glancing anywhere but at the mixture of emotions on her face. "i just miss home." she shrugged, muttering the words out with the hope, he wouldn't hear any syllabel. pupils dilated, the surprise overtaking the concern, jules stepped closer to the female again and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"don't feel bad about it. you gave up everything for me, and i'm so grateful to call you my girl, my love." jules confessed like the words were prepared for the past weeks until the moment arrived. "i know i can't be around all the time, and you might feel alone. but i'm coming home every day, coming home to be with you, see you and kiss you. i'm never far gone, and you can always join me for the training session. for each game, you can always be with me."

the gaze was empty before, yet the love confession blew away the concern of always being alone in barcelona. eyelids fluttered close, the tears gathered on the waterline. one single drop rolled down her right cheek, but it never reached her jaw. jules reacted quickly, brushing the water away with his thumb. "don't cry, beautiful. i'm with you from the beginning of the morning till the end of the night. always right here by your side."

tilting the head forward, he placed his forehead against hers, quietly enjoying the view of seeing her without the slightest bit of make up on the face. natural beauty fit her the most, jules told her about his thoughts multiple times. yet, she still felt insecure.

"i love you, alright? with all my heart." taking her hand in his, he placed the palm over his chest. exactly the spot where the heart hammered against the chest, and she could feel each beat. "all for you, baby."

nodding the head repeatedly, she stood on her tip-toes to place a quick, but very gentle kiss to his lips. " i love you too, a lot."

#fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barcelona imagine #fc barcelona drabble #fc barca imagine #jules kounde #french footballers #french national team #jules kounde imagine #jules kounde drabble #jules kounde blurb #football blurb #football drabble #football imagine #spanish football #football lovers #football lover #football fans #football x reader

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footballdesires · 1 year

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speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

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leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him.

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german.

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences.

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared.

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee.

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese.

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them.

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”