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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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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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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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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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old-lorarri · 3 months

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─ summary . . . ❨ you and your boyfriend protect each other so when people are hating on you he is having none of it ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ erling haaland x fem! mercedes! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ so this was actually inspired by a rewquest from my old football account which I lost when I deleted it so I tried my best to replicate it so enjoy! ❩

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user dude may have lost the ballon d'or but he won with his gf

user if my man don't do this for me I don't want him

user my parents

user the only couple ever

user love how he defended his gf from those jealous ass bitches ⤷ erling.haaland call me a full time gf defender part time footballer

user Y/N really silenced ALL of her haters. love to see it.

user this is my roman empier

user WHEN WILL IT BE MEEEEEE

user if these two don't get married and have kids life will have no meaning

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nosugarallspice · 6 months

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could you write for Erling Haaland "I love the way you look when I'm inside you" + "cockwarming"

Hi babe, of course :))

Hope you like it<3

Minors DNI!!!

Word Count: 373

Author’s Note: This def took a turn but Erling seems like the kind of person, where cockwarming just isn’t enough for him, so I switched it up. Hope you still like it pookie.

You squirmed as Erling held you in place, his hand gripping your hip tightly as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.

You tried your best to focus on your show but it was hard, especially when he was shuffling behind you to get more comfortable, the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot causing you to whimper.

“Erling.” You whined turning your head to look at him. He smiled, placing a kiss to your temple. “Sorry love, I was getting comfortable.”

“It’s okay but when you keep moving like that, it makes me want more.” You pout, pushing back against him to create some kind of friction.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your neediness, he could never say no to you, so he gave in. Erling grabbed your leg, tossing it over his own, this pushed him in even deeper causing you to gasp.

“Right there.” You moaned. He began to move his hips, his cock pressing against that same spot over and over.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.”

You were so caught up in the moment, unable to form a sentence you nodded your head. Your hand reaching down to rub your clit as he thrusted inside of you.

He could cum just from the sight of you; but of course Erling held off, wanting this moment to last as long as it could.

“Look at me” he whispered, his hand reaching for your chin to turn your head in his direction.

Your eyes met his, your lips parted as another sound let your lips.

“You’re so pretty.” He moaned, his cock twitching at the sight of you. He meant it though, you were his pretty girl, but you looked even prettier with his cock buried deep inside you.

“Erling, baby-“ you whined, your hand moving faster against your clit. Bringing you closer to the edge.

Erling knew you were close, just by the way your cunt clenched around his cock, squeezing him. “I know baby, let go for me.” His fingers caressed your chin, “keep your eyes on me.”

His own movements started to slow down as you came, with him following along, filling you to the brim.

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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Can’t Get Away From You

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a mini fight, some shouting, one mention of throwing something at someone, your boyfriend is attached to your hip and follows you like a puppy, power outages, jumpscares, some swearing, stuck in the middle of no where.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: okay I lied, I know I said no fics but this was in my drafts and I had the urge to finish it :) also this was a random idea that @themandaloriansdiaries and I came up with on ft many many nights ago

"Why do you always do this?” You shouted at the man across the room from you.

Your boyfriend stares at you like you had gone insane and sometimes he thought you were, but tonight’s shouting was justified.

The two of you were supposed to go to your sister’s surprise birthday party but big shocker, Erling chose to stay back and kick a ball around for another 2 hours. Their training session was already done, he had no reason to stay back and yet he did. You were waiting for him so you could go together opposed to taking two cars because he kept telling you 10 more minutes and he’d be home, but you ended up being two hours late to your own sister’s party.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” He looks at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, because that makes up for the fact that I was late to my sister’s party. You’d never do that to your sister, would you? And you know I would never do that to her either. I actually care to show up when I say I will.”

“Y/n, you're overreacting. She didn’t even care that you were late.” He huffed, sitting on the couch.

You cannot believe him; he was late, had the audacity to tell you she didn’t even care and now he can't even stand up so you can shout at him? You were sick of his shit, you needed to leave before you threw something at his head.

The man watches as you grab your purse and phone, storming out of the front door and letting it slam shut behind you. He gets up, following you out the door.

“Where are you going?” He shouts from the porch, you don’t answer but instead get into your car and back out of the driveway.

You had no idea where you were going but you needed to be anywhere but there.

You drove for what felt like hours before you finally stopped in some random parking lot off the side of the road; you had driven out of the city and into the countryside. Hunger was kicking in and you tumbled through your purse for a mint, a piece of gum or literally anything edible. Eventually giving up on the tumbling, you dumped the contents of your purse into the passenger seat and switched on the light.

There’s a set of keys staring at you, a bright blue man city key chain hung on the bunch; the keys to the cabin.

Shortly after you and Erling began dating, the two of you decided you needed a place to go when you wanted to be away from the city. That’s how you ended up with a cabin 3 hours outside of Manchester.

The sky was varying shades of the black and the once viable moon was now blocked by clouds. You figured since you were closer to the cabin then you were home, you might as well spend the night there.

Another hour and you pulled into the muddy driveway, it seemed to have rained at some point during the day. You silently thank your boyfriend in your head for putting in sensor lights, otherwise you might have just slept in the car. The yard was pitch black and the Remingtons, the couple who owned the house across from your place, were away for the summer which meant you were all alone in the middle of nowhere.

The thought freaked you out, but not enough to make you turn back and go home.

You shoved everything back into your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you avoided the puddles of mud on your way to the front door. The look clicked as you turned the key and you sprinted into the cabin, shutting the door behind you.

A hand dragged across the wall, feeling for the light switch and you pressed it, lighting up the place. You also turned on the light in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom because you were alone.. not because you were scared or anything like that.

The cupboards were pretty empty, anything of substance was eaten the last time you two were there because you didn’t want it to go bad. The only things were a few boxes of mashed potatoes, a can of corn and one can of sliced pineapple.

You couldn't be bothered to cook so you pulled the pineapple can out and was about to crack it open when there was a knock on the front door.

It was safe to say your blood ran cold.

The Remingtons were gone, you were certain of that because they told you to check on the house when you come down if you did, which meant they weren’t there.

No one else lived around here, and you can’t just say no one is home because you switched on every light possible.

Setting the can down, you slowly made your way to the door. You waited to hear if there’s another knock, you peeked out the front window in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever was outside.

“Babe!” The voice called, startling you. “Open up!”

You groaned, the voice belonging to none other than your boyfriend. You opened the door, unfortunately, and found your giant of a boyfriend standing there with a bag in hand.

“Are you gonna make me stand in the rain?” He asks, the hood over his head blocking the water from his face. “I figured you didn’t eat dinner, so I brought you something to eat.” He stepped into the house; he was so big, you couldn’t really stop him if you wanted too.

“When the rain stops, I want you out.” You turn to him and he smiles, nodding.

He handed the bag over to you, the smell of Chinese food filling your surroundings. You refused to cave, holding your ground and staying mad at him. He shut the door behind him, turning the locks.

“What the fuck man? How’d you know I was here?” You handed the bag over to him, acting like you didn’t want it. Erling shrugged, taking the bag back and going to the kitchen.

He unpacked the boxes, setting them on the counter. “You left your location on.”

You groaned quietly, cursing yourself for leaving it on. Erling ignores your theatrics and puts some food on a plate for you, bringing it over to you and setting it on your lap. He knew you well enough to know if he offered the plate to you, you’d refuse and you needed to eat; part of why you were so snappy with him was because you were hungry.

He can’t help but notice how you un-tense now that he’s around; it brought a smile to his face but he didn’t dare say anything.

Erling sat beside you, eating quietly.

“Can we play a board game?” He asked, setting the plate on the coffee table.

“No.”

Erling hummed, going to dig the monopoly box out from the tv stand drawer. He set up the board, all the little pieces, the cards and the dice and began playing by himself.

You ignored the man, trying not to laugh as he screwed him over on one of the places he wanted. He rolled the dice, counting out the places he needed to move when the lights shut off.

The sound of thunder startled out, causing you to jump slightly.

“Babe, you okay?” He called, getting up. “Ow fuc-” he groans, probably stepping on one of the little pieces.

“I’m fine,” you get up, walking to the kitchen to get your phone off the table. It wasn’t pitch black, you can still make your way around the house so you searched through the kitchen cupboards for some candles, anything that can give you light for the time being.

Erling had gone quiet, you were about to turn around to see where he was but a hand on your shoulder caused you to drop your phone and let out a scream.

“It’s just me,” he laughed and you smacked his arm.

“What the fuck man! God, you are so- ugh.”

You sit at the table, phone back in hand as you called the power company. They finally get to your call after an hour on hold and let you know that the power won’t be turning back on until tomorrow morning.

The phone dropped on the table, your head tipped back as you groaned.

Erling reaches for the candles on the top shelf and lights them, setting them on the table. He sits across from you quietly, the two of you listening to the rain until the sound stops, the last flash of lighting strikes and it goes quiet.

He looks out the window and back at you, the soft orange glow of the candle light reflecting off of your skin. “I should head out,” he says, pulling your focus to him.

“What?”

“The rain.. it stopped. You said leave when it’s done raining.” He reminds you, standing up.

“Oh.. right, yeah. Okay, go ahead.”

Erling kisses your head when he walks past you, telling you to call him if you needed anything but you ignored him, still holding out on being upset even though you weren’t anymore.

The door shuts, you move from your spot at the dining room table to the couch but before you could sit down, the doorbell rings again. “What?” You shouted, walking over to see what he wanted.

He smiles at you when you open the door, pointing to the tree that’s fallen and blocked the driveway. “I’m stuck.”

“Use that viking strength of yours and push it away.” You shut the door again and went back to the couch.

You felt a bit bad, the guilt of him sitting out in the rain sunk in, even more so seeing that you had nothing to distract you. You pulled yourself off the couch and opened the door again, assuming you’d see his car on and him in it but it was off, the driveway was dark and the tree was still there.

“Erling?!” You shouted in the emptiness, “where are you?!”

There’s no answer but what are you supposed to do? Stand out in the rain or maybe go looking for him in the dark?

You shut the door, turning back around to see him sitting at the kitchen table.

“WHAT THE FUCK ERLING?!” You screamed, your heart jumping out of your body momentarily. You let out a breath, hand pressed to your chest. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“The back door was open.”

“Why are you lurking at the back- wait, it was unlocked?” Your brows furrowed, looking towards the back door.

Erling nodded, “yeah, I wasn’t lurking though. I went to check if the generator would turn on.”

“And it did?” You wrapped the blanket from the couch around yourself.

Erling looked up at the light that’s yet to turn on. “I mean, obviously not.”

It was freezing in the cabin, considering that the power had shut off and it was raining, it only made it colder.

“C’mere,” Erling calls for you, his arms opened as he waits for you to come cuddle up next to him. You shook your head, waddling your way to the bedroom. Your boyfriend follows you, watching as you dropped on the bed and pulled the comforter up on top of you.

You can feel the cold running up your spine, the cold air creeping along your skin despite the two blankets and the giant man in the room lifting the blanket wasn’t helping.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, not turning around.

Erling slipped into bed next to you, pulling you flat against his chest. His body was like a heater, the man wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulder before fixing the blanket.

You tried to wiggle away but he held you firmly in place. “You can stay mad but I'm not letting you freeze.”

You let your boyfriend hold you, simply because it's cold and not because you were mad at yourself for being mad at him for no reason. At some point, the two of you must've dozed off.

The lights were what woke you up; bright white lights shining down on you from the ceiling and the fact that the curtains were still open didn't help your eyes that were now adjusting to being open again.

There’s some heavy on you, you can’t even pull yourself up and you’re almost certain you know what it is. You look down to find your giant of a boyfriend on top of you. His arm tossed over your hip, face smooshed against your stomach as he snored quietly.

You smiled, forgetting all about last night as you pulled the hair tie from his hair. He stirred, settling moments later when you passed your hand through his hair. Your fingers rubbed along his scalp, massaging his head.

“Morning,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He kicked the blanket off of him, “it's hot.”

“Power turned back on.”

He shifts, laying beside you and pulling you into his side. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Mhm hm, I know.” Your fingers dragged along his shirt. Erling looked down at you, “are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Sorry,” he says, like it's obvious.

“No,” you joked, smiling at him. Erling knows you were, you don’t really do emotions or say sorry but he knows you are.

He laughs, kissing your forehead.“Shall we go get breakfast?”

You groan, burying your face in his side. “We have to take two cars.” “Oh and move the tree.” He reminds you, making you groan again.

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drakesfeelings · 4 months

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I've got annn ideaaaa(your stuff is so good btw, but I just realised I haven't reblogged anything😭)

Anyways. I thought about this. Haaland x Famous!Reader

Famous!Reader where her fans literally don't care about football. Oh, he is a famous footballer? Cool! He literally won a treble? Awesome!(what is a treble?) He finished in top 3 for the ballon d'or? What even is that? His fans and rivals' fans are consantly fighting in the comment section and her fans are just confused about everything. Against what are Machester united? Of course Manchester is a city! Those red guys have an arsenal of what exactly?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ WHAT’S LUV ?

summary. [your name] and erling’s fans are absolute menaces.

social media version - taking requests here

trigger warning. absolutely nothing

side note. i LOVE this request !!!!!! so sorry that i couldn’t make it longer 😔😔

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yourusername kisses to the cameraman 💋

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user BRO SHES SO FINE

user just marry me like

user no she deserves better (me) 😘

user babe stop posting those photos you know im jealous 😔

user insecure ass

user YO WHY MY MAN ERLING IS HERE

user LIKE THATS WHAT IM SAYING

user @ erling.haaland who r u

user u don’t know erling ??????????????

user don’t know don’t care 🧖‍♀️

user can we juste appreciate the mother whose mothering and stop talking about the erling boy in her likes 😡😡😡😡😡

user FR WE DO NOT CARE

taylorswift you’re so gorgeous girl

oliviarodrigo 😍😍😍😍😍

sabrinacarpenter ATE

yourusername stawp bae

user @ user erling is in her likes 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

user mmh…….. thats weird

erling.haaland 📸

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user boy bye

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erling.haaland [no caption]

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user erling taking selfies ??????

user pookie stop being pretty

user 🐐

user he’s not an animal like

user gosh

user HUMMMMMMMMMMM

user why r u so loud

user DID Y’ALL SWIPE ?????

judebellingham 👀👀👀👀

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user YOU KNOW SOMETHING

user i know that coat

user and that ring 🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐

user BRO ERLING HAS A GIRL ??????

user SEEMS LIKE IT

user it’s just a coat guys 🤨🤨🤨🤨

user yes BUT SOME DAYS AGO HE WAS IN THE LIKES OF @ yourusername

user OMG I LOVE THAT GIRL

user but it still means nothing like ?????

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yourusername when he texts me gn

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user WHO IS HE

user can’t believe that she just cheated on me in front of everyone

user HUMMM WE NEED TO KNOW LIKE

user WHOS THAT GUY

hayleybieber pretty baby

yourusername stop flirting, pookie’s jealous

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user BRO YOU THINK YOU SMOOTH

user erling is in her likes again 🧐🧐🧐

user that’s suspicious

user that’s weird

user I THINK I RECOGNISE THOSE ARMS

user wait ME TOO

user guys that’s SO erling like look at those white arms

user ‘those white arms’ that’s violation

user we’re losing her to some blonde football guy 😔

user y’all don’t even know who he is ???????

user yeah bc we do not really care babe

user BUT HE WON A TREBLE ? AND FINISHED TOP 3 FOR THE BALLON D’OR ?

user who is treble

user are you kidding me

user pookie if i was i wouldn’t be talking to you

user they’re ignorant AND sassy 😦😦😦

user blank stare

@ yourusername posted a new instagram story !

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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erling haaland giving reader a neck massage and him getting turned on when she moans , it doesn’t have to be a smut hahaha

erling haaland x reader

tw : implied smut but not really

stress reliever

“come here baby” your boyfriend erling called you.

“i can’t” you were currently laying on the floor, full of books and notes to study as you had your last exam in a couple of days. but you felt like your head was going to explode and you couldn’t take more reading but you knew you had to go through it.

“i’m serious baby, come here or i’m gonna get you in one way or another” erling said. he was laying on the bed scrolling through instagram but he definitely saw how tired and desperate you were and he knew he had to do something.

“okay…” you knew a 10 minutes break was more than needed so you gave up and laid next to erling.

it was nice finally lay on something warm and comfortable that wasn’t the bedroom floor.

“turn around…” erling said as he positioned himself between your legs.

“i’m not in the mood” you said. sex was the last thing on your mind.

“i know, i just want to help you relax a little” he didn’t even think about sex. he just saw how stresses you were that he wanted to help you release the tension a little.

his hands went to move your hair out of your neck and he gently lifted your t-shirt up. his movements were delicate and soft. he gently kissed your neck and your shoulders and he went to unclap your bra too.

“take a deep breath and relax for me baby, you’re too tense” he said as his hands began to work on your neck. he was massaging it, going between soft rubs and kisses. then his hands moved over your shoulders and he felt how rigid you were “take deep breaths baby” and you did as he told.

his hands gently worked on your shoulders and you couldn’t help but let out some soft whimpers. if someone had to ask you, this was much better than sex.

“you like this?” he asked amused by your reaction.

you simply nodded.

his hands went on your back and he found your soft spot because you moaned a little. you didn’t mean to but you were feeling to good. and he knew he had to work mainly on that spot.

so he massaged and gently stroked it, scratched it and rubbed it.

you moaned again and again and again.

there was nothing sexual in it but you were feeling too good.

erling was hard. he got hard by simply listening to you moaning.

“erling…” you called him.

“yes baby?”

“i can feel your dick in my ass” you laughed.

“shit…” he said and you couldn’t help laughing more. he was so hard it was almost painful but you were his first thought so he pretended he was fine and continued working on your shoulders and back.

eventually your moans stopped as you were falling asleep.

you felt erling moving from your body but you didn’t want him to leave.

“where are you going?” you asked as he carefully lifted a warm blanket over your body.

“uhm…im going to take care of this…” he said giving you a soft kiss on the lips and leaving for the bathroom.

with that embarrassing and funny imagine in your head you fell asleep, comforted by the warm blanket and erling’s perfume that was all over the bed.

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footballandfics · 1 year

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my sweet monster

request: your friends not liking your new boyfriend.

pair: erling haaland x reader

"what's that on your waist?" your friend asks you surprised with the bruise on your waist.

"oh i accidentally hit myself with the kitchen counter when i was half asleep two days ago".

"really? not your giant boyfriend doing" she looks at you suspiciously.

"no of course not, where is this came from?" you ask her, surprised with what she was accusing your sweet boyfriend.

"be forreal , your boyfriend is taller than anyone i know and he's so much bigger than you" she's right but even with all that he is the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

"you be forreal you know how much of a clumsy person i am, erling is the sweetest person i'll ever know, he treats me like i could break from any touch" you don't like how people always assume the worst about erling, sure he's a giant compared to most people, however that doesn't mean he treats you roughly.

"fine i'm just worried about my tiny friend and how she's dating a monster, how do you even handle him?" teasing you now .

"stop, looks can be deceiving you know, he's a softie" you push her shoulder and get up from the couch.

"i have to leave, some soft monster is waiting for me" you hug her and collect your stuff.

"be safe, don't let him eat you up" she teases one last time.

you get home and the house is quiet that must means haaland is having some nap.

going up to the bedroom and you were right he's sleeping and hugging your pillow, so you lay down behind and hug him.

he opens up his eyes and smiles when he sees your face "you're home finally"

"i missed you so i came back as fast as possible" he turns to you and kisses you sweetly then turn back again.

"be the big spoon?" he asks you and closes his eyes again.

"sure" you giggle and wrap your arms around him and play with his hair and soon both of you go to sleep.

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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erling Haaland just loves the readers boobs, always wants to sleep on them, suck them, motor boat, titty fuck

Me, as a person with big 🍒 I say yes to this!

tw : smut, you must be 18+ to read this!

Erling Haaland x reader

Cherries

Growing up you always felt insecure about your body. You’ve always seen petite girls with small boobs and a flat chest and you were so jealous you couldn’t have that. You were too young to understand but boys used to call you a whore just because you had more boobs than your friends. They used to make not so funny jokes that always made you uncomfortable and self conscious about your look.

But when you met Erling everything changed. He was so in love with you, all of you. Your mind, your personality, your kindness, your energy, your look, your body, your eyes, your boobs. Especially your boobs.

He always told you how much he loved your chest, his personal cherries as he would say. He helped you gaining your confidence back, especially when you were naked, knowing that having big natural boobs meant also that they were heavy and they weren’t stuck in position as they were supposed to and you always felt so insecure about that. But he simply loves them.

He taught you so many things. About your breast. Taught you how to valorise them when you dress, taught you how to take care of them when you were on your period, taught you how you could pleasure him using only your boobs and how he could pleasure you with just his hands on them.

One night after training he couldn’t wait to go back home and spend all evening with his head on your chest.

“Hello my love” he said once he opened the door.

“Hi baby” you said from the couch. You were currently wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and you were watching some crime documentary on netflix.

He sat next to you in just two seconds.

You already knew what he wanted but you loved teasing him a bit so you pretended to be clueless and continued watching the documentary.

After a few minutes he became more insufferable and all he wanted to do was having his face on your boobs.

“Babe…” he called you and you looked from the TV to him.

“What?” you asked him.

“You know what…please” he begged and you loved hearing him beg.

“You have to speak up baby…I can’t read minds” you joked a bit and that only irritated him more.

“Please…” he said turning off the documentary you were watching and throwing the remote on the other side of the room. His hands grabbed your hips and helped you laying down on the couch, in a more comfortable position.

He removed your t-shirt and bra in just two seconds and his huge hands went straight touching your boobs. You left a soft whisper, sign you were getting slight turned on.

“How I missed my cherries. My babies” he said while his hands continued massaging your breast, his fingers slowly touching your nipples just to tease you more.

He took his time, watching how your face was contoured by pleasure. Your eyes closed and your lips between your teeth.

He took your left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and biting it. Your soft moans became a bit more louder.

After a minute he switched nipple, doing the same to your right one.

“Please baby…” you moaned.

“What?” he teased you and he knew how much you hated when he did it but he just couldn’t help it.

“Touch me…there” you told him and he smirked at you. Removing your leggings and underwear in just one swift move, his fingers brushed gently over your clit but you were already so sensitive that you couldn’t contain your moans.

His middle finger pressed gently against your clit while his lips were back on your boobs, biting, leaving marks and sucking every inch of skin he could find.

It didn’t took you too long for you to cum with a silent scream, tears on the corner of your eyes from the over sensitive pleasure and Erling who wouldn’t leave your nipples.

“Baby…too much” you told him and he looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Another one?” he asked you but you had no energy for an other orgasm.

“Tomorrow…I promise you…I’m too sensitive now…” you said softly and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Okay baby let me help you…” he said while standing up and getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom and one of his hoodies that you loved.

He cleaned you and out some cream on your breast, admiring his work of art, your skin turning slightly purple, his teeth still present on your flesh and your nipples becoming more sensitive and red from every touch.

Once he was done he put his hoodie on you and let you rest on his chest.

It was his time to help you relax now.

He put a blanket around your bodies and, while he turned on the TV again you dozed off to sleep. He smiled looking at you thinking about how much lucky he had been for finding someone like you.

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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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letmeapologise · 8 months

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can i request a dad!erling imagine in which him and the reader have a baby boy and he’s all over the moon with everything he does and the reader is all 🥹 because their baby is a carbon copy of erling in every way!

❝ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐟 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ੈ✩‧₊˚

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

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟎𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐋. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 "𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝😭" 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE TWO FULL DAYS, but in reality was a couple of hours, you pushed your first baby out. A baby boy. You and Erling had both decided on a name weeks, if not months, in advance; so after he had doted on you, ensuring you had a drink, food, making sure you weren’t in any pain, and anything else that you may have needed or was on your mind. He brought in the paperwork for you to sign to say you confirmed the name, Emil. It was like a switch flicked when he was born, you saw glimpses of his frown looking back and forth at him by your side and the nurse by your legs comforting and motivating you to push.

His face after he was born turned from one of concern to that of awe and admiration, the same look he would give you while fondling your pregnant stomach, but amplified tenfold more. His mouth slightly agape, in shock, you swore he was almost crying when he held him for the first time; watching his sleeping face resting on his palm, his son’s head smaller than it.

He tucked his bottom lip in, likely trying to compose himself in front of you seeing as you wouldn’t want to do anymore crying after two hours’ worth of labour. You had already held him, of course, but seeing Erling holding your son made you want to tear up even more.

You breathed in deeply, wiping your face with your hand as a nurse kindly passed you five or six tissues as you thanked her groggily, rolling one up and pressing it against your nose and face. You slipped out of the side of the hospital bed, two nurses immediately offered to help you to the bathroom but Erling waved them off politely, insisting he would, leaving the baby in a cot to be overseen by the nurses accompanying you momentarily.

“At least wanna do something,” he had said, you scoffed, laughing and teasing him. “You did do something, you helped make this baby in the first place!” he rolled his eyes and glared at you, helping you down to the toilet while he held the door shut from the outside in case you struggled with the lock.

While he held the door shut from prying eyes, he couldn’t help but stare at his newborn son, it didn’t seem real. He couldn’t believe there was a baby lying around nine feet away from him that was a combination of both himself and you. He felt as if he would wake up tomorrow and he would be gone, he just dreamed it up. He panicked for a split second, what if he hurt him? What if he couldn’t raise him properly? What if he couldn’t spend time with his son due to work?

His mind was racing with possibilities, but you lightly tapping on the door the other side woke him out of it.

The door swung open and he smiled at you. This was a team effort, and at least he wasn’t raising him alone. You, the embodiment of perfection and kindness would surely set your son off on the right path; he just wanted to help you in any way shape or form while you did so, you helping their baby while he helped his. He walked you back towards your baby, spread out in its crib, quietly cooing to itself.

“Should I get the car seat?” Erling asked you, you just nodded, sitting down next to the crib and simply watching your baby. Your baby, you could say that now. He was here. He was real. He walked back in with the car seat, adjusting it and balancing it against a chair opposite yours and gently picked up Emil, cradling him in his arms and placing him – all swaddled up in blankets, a matching hat, and complimentary nappy – as if he was a fine piece of china about to smash into a million pieces, into the car seat.

He strapped him up and then held in sideways so he remained lying down for good measure, and you both walked your way to the car, you slowly hobbling while complaining about stomach pains.

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen when we get home, yeah?” he had said, but his eyes never broke off of the baby’s, and you didn’t blame him. It was around this time that Erling started mumbling to himself about parking the car closer to the emergency room entrance, you however just laughed as Emil started kicking his legs in the air.

“He’s gonna be a footballer just like daddy,” Erling just grinned at you, not expressing the way he imagined kicking a ball about in your garden with his son. He hadn’t even considered that before, the fact that his son might continue on in his footsteps as he did with his.

You continued cooing at the baby until you finally reached the car, the cold air nipping at your cheeks and nose until they bloomed a red colour. You tightened the blankets around Emil, tucking his beanie over his ears so he doesn’t get too chilly, and then fastened him up in the passenger seat next to Erling, then you went to the back. “I’m not used to this,” you had confessed, chuckling to yourself and doing up your own seatbelt, hearing the click and soon after Erling’s.

He turned to face you in the backseat, eyes wrinkling up. “Having a baby?” he joked. “Do you have experience in that sector?” you waved him off, rolling his eyes. “Sitting in the back, not next to you. Guess I’m gonna have to get used to it,” he scoffed. “Jealous of a baby born half an hour ago?” you narrowed your eyes at him interrogatively, furrowing your brows and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Watch yourself or I’m gonna start saying some things the baby won’t wanna be hearing,” he laughed, then turned the engine on. “Don’t think he can understand anything yet, can you?” he cooed at his son, reversing out of the parking spot and checking behind him in the car mirror.

“What do you think his first word is gonna be?” you asked. “Hope it’s mama and not dada,” you added, Erling scoffed, making a turn down the road and away from the hospital. “You’re gonna have to get used to crying, Erl. You’re gonna be doing a lot of it now he’s here,” you admitted, recollecting his tearful eyes threatening to spill out and wet his cheeks earlier on.

“I know,” he murmured. “Imagine his first day of school,” you gasped. “I won’t be able to cope for the whole week, you’ll have to get me a bucket to cry into before I wave him off.” He looked at you, frowning through the car mirror. “He’s only just been born, babe. You’re still stuck changing nappies for the next three years.”

You huffed, glaring at him and jabbing an accusatory finger at him while staring at the car mirror.

“You mean you?” he met your eyes through the mirror, grinning. “I’ll be the one breastfeeding. So you better put your shift in, just ‘cause you’re doing football doesn’t mean you won’t be changing nappies and feeding him at three am. Let me have my beauty sleep, Mr. Haaland,” he laughed, mumbling something out the car window as he rolled it down just a bit, placing the smaller side of his palm against Emil’s head to check his temperature, softly pulling into the driveway and picking up Emil, still in the baby car seat, taking him into the house and creaking up the stairs – internally cursing himself as the noise threatened to wake Emil up – and placing him down in the bassinet next to yours and his shared bed.

The car seat was now left abandoned in the corner of the room, both of you huddled around your son’s crib.

That’s where he remained for the majority of the first couple of weeks, if you were being brutally honest, aside from midnight nappy runs in which Erling partook in, you just rocked him back and forth in your arms and whispered nursery rhymes to him. Baa-baa black sheep was his favourite so far, most likely due to your passionate attempts at mimicking sheep noises that he giggled and clapped his hands at. You had recorded his first laugh as Erling missed it, he returned home having watched the video grumbling to himself and persisting that he wanted to make him laugh.

Which then evolved into a challenge between you both on who could make Emil laugh the most. At his teammate’s wedding he wasn't paying attention to the procession, and kept telling you that he was sure Emil was going to laugh at him any second now, just cupping his hands over his face and exclaiming peek-a-boo in the worst possible moments. Yet he stayed adamant – he was going to laugh any second now – despite it being two or three more months of ‘any second now’ he finally laughed.

Erling practically sprinted to you while you were having a nap, shaking your shoulders. “Baby, baby. He laughed!” he repeated, you looked up at him groggily, unable to process what he was saying to you in your sleep induced state. “He laughed!” you whipped your head round, rubbing your eyes and then widening them, racing him back to your baby as he followed after you with gleaming eyes and smile lines up to his ears.

Emil on the other hand was utterly oblivious to your smiles, just throwing his blocks around and bubbling to himself. He watched as you both sat down in front of him, you resting on your knees and Erling cross-legged looking expectantly at his four month year old son. He imitated what he did earlier, grabbing a pillow from beside you and popping his head around it, Emil smiled at him with his chubby cheeks, big brown eyes batting his eyelashes at his dad, but he didn’t smile.

Erling groaned and his face dropped. “He did laugh, I believe you, babe,” you rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Hey, do you wanna go outside with dada and play football?” you nodded up and down at your son, rising back to your feet with your hands resting on your thighs. “Yeah? Go in the garden with dada?” he nodded, Erling already making his way into the garden upon hearing your suggestion, a small inflatable ball in his hand. “Dada,” Emil imitated and your mouth fell agape, eyes widened. Erling dropped the ball, snapping his neck around and running to his son, lifting him in the air and spinning him around. “I knew it! I knew it!” he laughed, you covered your mouth with your hand, his first word.

You should have been celebrating, you were, but it was dada, not mama.

He was definitely rubbing that in later, but for now you simply congratulated your son and yourself. “I said it, he said it ‘cause I said it,” you shrugged, trying to relieve yourself. “He said dada,” he beamed at you, carefully placing your son back on the floor and giving him a small hug, ruffling his hair.

“You better be celebrating this much when he says mama,” you grumbled, Erling huffed with laughter at you. You faked a frown at your son. “Why do you have to be his biggest fan? Is he your favourite parent?” you teased, gasping at your son in an attempt for him to copy you and make him imitate your facial expression.

Erling chuckled to himself, phone in hand likely texting a friend about the milestone achievement. “Go and grab the ball, Emil. Go get it!” you encouraged, grinning at him. Erling rolled the ball over as your son crawled towards it, half-slapping it and grabbing it with both hands. Erling picked him up with the ball still in his hands. “Yeah, go play football with dada. You Haaland clone,” you teased, groaning to yourself. “Carried you for nine months ‘n’ this is how you repay me!” you started chasing after Erling, both of you giggling as Emil squealed in his hands.

“I’m gonna get you!”

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