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fallinforerling · 2 years ago

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the pinterest board - eh

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

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ erling's taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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

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

So where were you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course I do.”

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

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t say that!”

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

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

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

Talk about unnecessary drama queens.

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allgoodnamesrgoneee · 7 months ago

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Hello! Hope you're doing great 💅🏽

Can I request headcanon or a scenario(whatever you like) or Haaland dating a famous fem!volleyballplayer!reader ?

(I suck at sending requests 🥰😍)

Ty! <3

Reconnecting

Masterlist

A/N: Wrote this quickly because I'm working on a lot of requests at the moment. Hope you like it😊

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Haaland surprises you at your game

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Erling Haaland x fem!volleyballplayer!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.8k

Warnings! Fluffity Fluff, surprise, this man loves you fr, Love bombs, SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms.

He could feel the stares and see himself on the jumbotron. He was impossible to miss, towering above most of the people and wearing a bright jersey in your team's colors. But he didn't care. This wasn't about him.

Instead, he adjusted the handmade banner in his hands, the bright letters of "GO Y/N!" standing out boldly against the white fabric, and did what he came here to do: support his girl.

He was so proud of you.

This was your first match after recovering from your ankle injury. Seeing you struggle over the past few weeks had broken his heart, and he was thrilled to see you back on the court. He knew how much volleyball meant to you, just as soccer did to him.

He had an important training session scheduled but canceled it without telling you. Instead, he decided to surprise you.

It was hard to keep from telling you the truth this morning, especially when he saw your tears as you said goodbye. But he wanted to stick to the plan.

He had flowers ready, a dinner reservation later, and plans to make up for lost time. With the UEFA Cup games approaching, he’d been busy, and it was straining your relationship. Tonight was about making it up to you. He was here to surprise you, cheer you on, and celebrate your victory, which he was confident you would achieve.

The game was intense, with your team battling fiercely against its rivals. Normally reserved, Erling found himself standing, shouting encouragements. "Come on, baby! You got this!" His deep voice boomed across the stands. People turned, some pointing out the football superstar, but his eyes remained glued to the court.

The crowd couldn’t believe it. Erling Haaland, “The Terminator,” was there, dressed in pink, holding a huge sign with your name. Passionately supporting his girlfriend.

During a crucial rally, the camera zoomed in on him, his focused expression displayed on the jumbotron. He waved the banner enthusiastically, earning cheers and laughter from the crowd.

He was so in love with you. Everyone could tell.

You had been dating for a year and went public a month ago. So far, his fans adored you, and were very thankful to you for showing them a side of him they hadn’t known. You made the world fall in love with him through your eyes.

As you prepared to serve, you glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise and delight. There he was, looking almost ethereal in his pink shirt, the sunlight catching his features perfectly.

You lost focus for a second, your heart swelling with pride. The love of your life, your biggest supporter, was there. As you made eye contact, he flashed you a bright smile and a thumbs up, mouthing, "You've got this!" before disappearing from view.

With renewed determination, you served the ball with precision, earning a point for your team and a proud smile from Erling. Fueled by his presence, you dominated the court, leading your team with powerful serves and precise plays, as if he were sending you his strength from the sidelines.

Point by point, the game progressed, each rally more intense than the last. Erling cheered louder with every score, waving his banner with unrestrained enthusiasm. The crowd around him feeding off his energy, joining his chants and cheers. They could not believing that this was the same guy who would always get into fights on the field.

Finally, match point. The ball soared over the net, and you leaped high, smashing it down with impeccable force. The opposing team scrambled but couldn’t save it. The whistle blew, and the arena erupted in celebration.

Erling was on his feet, banner held high, cheering louder than anyone. You were lifted onto your teammates' shoulders, basking in the glory of victory as Erling's proud smile shone from the stands. "I love you," he mouthed, making a heart shape with his hands.

High on adrenaline and eager to be in his arms, you waved him over. He didn't waste a second, sprinting down the stairs and pushing through the crowd to reach you.

The moment he was within reach, you threw your arms around him, and he lifted you off the ground in a celebratory hug. "You were amazing!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

You laughed, your face glowing with happiness. "I can’t believe you’re here! You said you had training!"

Erling grinned, setting you down gently, hands itching to squeeze your ass. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world. You were incredible out there."

"Thank you for coming," you said softly, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Always," Erling replied, brushing a stray hair from your face. "I'm your biggest fan, after all."

Then, under the stadium lights, he kissed you. The crowd roared with applause as you melted into his embrace, lost in your own world.

You broke apart a few seconds later, after a rough accidental shove by your rowdy teammates. Erling immediately lifted you up and carried you away to a more secluded area, shielding you from everyone.

He carried you effortlessly through the throng of people, his protective grip firm yet gentle. As the noise of the arena faded behind you, he found a quiet corner near the locker rooms, a place where you could have a moment of privacy.

Setting you down carefully, he cupped your face in his large hands, eyes scanning yours with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he kneeled in front of you.

You nodded, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "I'm perfect. That was just... Incredible." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, just needing some skin-on-skin contact. You've missed him so much.

"You were incredible," he corrected, a proud smile spreading across his face. "I knew you'd do it."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of the past few weeks lift off your shoulders. "It meant so much to see you there. I can't believe you skipped training for me."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Training can wait. You’re what's important." He pulled you into another hug, nudging his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you."

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. "I missed you too. It’s been hard with everything going on, but seeing you there today was everything I needed."

He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I know I’ve been busy, and I’m sorry if it felt like I wasn’t there for you. But I promise, no matter what, I’ll always be here to support you. Just like you do for me."

Your heart melted as you nodded at his words, placing a quick peck on his lips. "I know. And I’m here for you too. Always."

He smiled—that bright, boyish grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. "Now, how about we celebrate this victory properly? Flowers, dinner, and maybe a little dessert?" He whispered the last part, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lower lip.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "That sounds perfect." He pecked your lips again, this time longer, before showering your face and neck with kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

"Ok! ok, stop! I surrender," you said between laughs, feeling him smile against your neck. "I love you," he whispered against your skin, making your heart flutter.

"I love you too," you replied. Then he kissed you again, this time with more passion and intensity, as if trying to convey all his love through that one kiss. Very quickly, he started to get handsy, his touch lighting your skin on fire.

He deepened the kiss, squeezing your hips before pulling away slightly., leaving you breathless and craving more. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you," you whimpered, your voice just as breathless and your eyes dark with passion.

He groaned softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "We should get out of here before we start a scandal."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Probably a good idea."

Hand in hand, you made your way to the locker rooms, where you quickly changed out of your uniform. Erling waited outside, leaning against the wall, still wearing that proud, loving smile. As you emerged, he took your hand again, squeezing it gently.

"Ready?" he asked.

"More than ever," you replied, feeling a surge of arousal flood your panties, excited for the evening ahead. Damn, you missed him. Oh, and Erling too.😉

You both made your way to his car, where he opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. The drive to the restaurant was filled with laughter and conversation, the tension and stress of the past few weeks melting away. He parked the car and helped you out, leading you into a cozy, dimly lit restaurant that had a private table waiting for you.

As you settled into your seats, you took a moment to absorb the ambiance. Soft music played in the background, and the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Erling's face. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his.

"You look beautiful," he said, his eyes raking over your figure, pure lust dripping in his tone.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush.

Dinner was perfect. The food was delicious, and the conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company in a way that felt effortless and natural.

Erling told you stories from his training sessions and shared his excitement for the upcoming UEFA Cup games.

"You'll be amazing," you said, your voice filled with confidence. "Just like you always are."

He smiled, the slight dimple on his check deepening. "And you'll be there to cheer me on, right?"

"Of course," you replied, squeezing his hand. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse that you both shared—you couldn't help but smile at how perfect the night had been. The weeks of stress and separation seemed like a distant memory, replaced by nothing but the pure happiness you were feeling.

After dinner, Erling drove you back to his place. The anticipation of being alone with him after such a long time apart had you clenching your thighs together. The moment you stepped inside, he pulled you into his arms, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matched your own.

"I've missed you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, feeling the heat between you build up.

He lifted you effortlessly, palms squeezing your ass as he carried you to the bedroom, where he laid you down gently on the bed. The look in his eyes was one of pure desire as he leaned over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he started to kiss his way down your neck.

"I've missed you too," you said, your voice low and husky as you arched your back, giving him better access to your exposed skin.

Erling moaned and continued his journey, his lips burning a trail of heat over your skin as he slowly undressed you. Every touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your need for him growing stronger by the second. When he reached your breasts, he paused, his gaze flicking up to yours as his fingers traced circles around your nipples. Silently asking for permission.

You loved that about him—the way he always made sure you were comfortable and wanted every step of the way.

You bit your lip and nodded, letting him know that he could continue. As soon as you gave the okay, he was on you, his mouth closing around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to tease the other one with his fingers.

You gasped and arched your back again, your hands burying themselves in his hair as he switched to your other breast. You were already so close to coming, and you knew it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge. It's been so long. Your legs wrapped around his hips, grinding against him as he continued to worship your breasts.

He pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting and needy. "I've got to taste you," he growled, pulling off the last of your clothes.

Before you could respond, he spread your thighs open and buried his face in your pussy, licking you like a starved man. His tongue traced every inch of your folds, finding the perfect spots to make you squirm beneath him. Teasing you. When he finally got to your clit, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it.

The sudden onslaught of sensations sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard as you came all over his face. He kept licking you through it, drawing out your pleasure until you were spent and boneless, collapsing back onto the bed with a gasp.

Erling lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his lips, as he leaned over you again. "I've missed tasting you," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "You're even sweeter than I remember." He leaned down and kissed you, your juices still on his lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

He pulled back, his gaze running over your body as he undressed himself. You watched, mesmerized by the sight of him, as he revealed his toned body to you. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock, already rock hard and leaking with precum.

He settled between your thighs, his cock rubbing against your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, giving him permission to enter you. He groaned as he pushed inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely. It felt like heaven and hell all at once, with the stretch of his cock sending pleasurable sparks through your body. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move.

He was gentle at first, moving slowly as he kissed you deeply, his lips and tongue teasing yours. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hips slammed against yours, his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you that sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

You could feel another orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you urged him on. He grunted and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he fucked you with abandon.

"You're so tight," he growled, burrying his face deeper into your neck and placing gentle kisses on your skin. "I'm close." He growled, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release.

Your orgasm hit you without warning, your pussy clenching around his cock as you screamed his name, coming all over him once again. He followed suit, his cock pulsing inside of you as he filled you with his cum. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged as he held you close, still buried deep inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, basking in the warmth of your bodies still connected. You could feel his cock slowly soften inside of you, his cum leaking out of you as he kissed your neck.

You had never felt so complete and satisfied in your life.

You both needed this. To reconnect. To remember how much you need each other. And you knew you would need to do this again as soon as possible. And you can't wait. Because this is the best thing in the world.

And you can't live without this feeling.

This feeling of being loved, needed, and adored by him. He is your soulmate. And you are his. And you're both addicted to each other. And that's okay. You are happy with it. Because you love him. With every inch of you. With every cell of your body. With every piece of your soul. With every bit of your heart.

You love him more than anything in the world.

More than anyone.

More than yourself.

And so does he.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and wrapped his arms tighter around you, his lips pressing kisses all over your skin. You smiled, your heart full and content, as you basked in the warmth of his embrace. You knew that everything was going to be alright. You knew that you were going to be together forever.

And you couldn't wait.

-Bianca🌻

#footballer x reader #football #erling haaland x reader #erling x reader #erling håland #I'm baaack #fluff #erling haaland #smut #erling smut

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femme4ngel · 2 years ago

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

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

erling haaland x fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i0veless · 2 years ago

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➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

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

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

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

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georgegraphys · 5 months ago

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Wasn't gonna talk about F1 today and continue posting Erling and football stuff but...

The fuck is his problem?

It is ONE thing to acknowledge that Logan Sargeant might not be the best driver in Formula One but it is ANOTHER thing to say unnecessary things like this.

I don't fully know the context and I hope someone can educate me on the context better. Like was he asked about this that prompted him to answer the question with such an answer or was he just simply being a bitch? But nonetheless, there are millions of better ways to answer a question without such a statement. Provoked or not this is rude as fuck. Unless he got baited, he is still a dick for this type of answer.

Me or you don't need to be a Logan fan to know that this statement is unnecessarily stupid and bitchy from James Vowles. Logan is still his driver. What the fuck with the continuous disrespect? Does James Vowles know that regardless of the performance or merit his employee brings to the team, it is still HIS job to give respect to his employee? Because it is literally his decision to bring Logan in to the team for 2024. He can't be a dick to his own choice. That's stupid. If he wants to boot Logan out of the team then do it since 2023??? But instead of doing that, he pulled the angelic caring dad-figure TP bullshit PR move. Instead of also bringing closure to Logan's future in F1, he kept playing unnecessary mind games, being arrogant, continuously disrespecting his employee, thinking that his F1 team is an important big team when they currently have nothing except the remnants of their past glory? They can never return to their glory if they keep this arrogant act up. "Oh Ari but it's the leader only-" a leader reflects on how the institution works, he leads the team, his behaviour reflects on the organizational behaviour and culture. If he fails to set the right example to a basic human respect and has a basic human decency, don't expect him to be able to apply it on his team accurately.

I can't think of any great team principals right now. But I can only think of one thing.

This man. He acts like he can guarantee a 100% bounce back for Williams and he acts like he 100% did everything for Williams when he also fed on Jost Capito's hardworking. This arrogant man really thinks he is Pep Guardiola or Jose Mourinho type of boss who can jump shoot a team to success. Someone needs to humble him up. He has zero business to disrespect anyone on his team while acting like his team is the BIG championship winning powerhouse team that they are currently not. His team is still considered a backmarkers and he is doing all this already? Wonder how he'll act when Williams starts being in the middle or on the front row?

To any JVowles shooters out there that might be angry with my rants? Today, he did this to Logan. Tomorrow, it could be your driver. Just because your driver is currently in his good graces, doesn't mean this mf will never pull such shit on them. He would. Maybe one day. Who knows? It's behavioural.

Just because Logan Sargeant is NOT performing well or up to Formula One's standard, DOES NOT mean this mf can speak like this. "Oh but it's harsh tru-" Harsh truth is said directly to the person involved, public humiliation and saying these things to the media is a pathetic act of cowardice. James Vowles gives no respect to one of his employees and he'll do the same thing to another person in the future. Why so? If you can't give bare minimum respect to one person, you'll fail to give others the same thing. No matter how big or small

#anti james vowles #ls2 #logan sargeant deserves better #this is pathetic

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kloppoganda · 1 year ago

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Things I Hope Happen in this 23/24 Season

> Arsenal gets relegated

> West Ham fans return to their hooligan roots and start trampling folk in Turin again

> Erling Haaland is arrested for the murder of Roy Keane

> A reunifed Yugoslavia wins the 2024 Euro

> Paul Pogba is tried at The Hague

> Jamie Carragher and Gary Neville are married in a tasteful ceremony outside of Wembley

> Jürgen Klopp tears Pep Guardiola's bald Catalán head clean off his shoulders after Liverpool beats City 27-0

> Kylian Mbappe disappears entirely and goes completely off-grid instead of accepting a concrete offer from Real Madrid, Al-Hilal, or Paris Saint-Germain. He is never seen or heard from again

> Darwin Nuñez wins the Golden Boot

> Arda Güler and Jude Bellingham absolutely rot on the Real Madrid bench

> Marco Reus lights himself on fire after losing the Bundesliga to Bayern Munich by 0.5 points

> Federico Valverde transfers to Liverpool after a messy breakup with Ancelotti, cites reasons for leaving as 'being replaced with children'

> Harry Maguire has the best season of his career and brings Manchester United the Treble, then leaves for City in the Summer Transfer Window

> Harry Kane has a violent nervous breakdown on the pitch after Richarlison scores and strips just for the goal to be ruled offside once again

> Manchester City are found guility of 102,719,273,929,280 counts of violating Premier League Financial Fair Play and are relegated to Iceland's 4th Division

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cityzenchick · 1 year ago

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The boys were in training today in preparation for the big match against Liverpool at the Etihad tomorrow. Kick-off is early at 12.30pm!

#manchester city vs liverpool #pep vs klopp #hope erlings okay to play 🤞#erling haaland #phil foden #ruben dias #rodri #l love my city boys 🩵#training pics from X #i was actually born in liverpool but brought up in manchester

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dreamonseems · 2 years ago

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Clumsy Mommy

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader slips and falls and Erling worries.

Ok, I literally have re-uploaded this 100 times. I hope this is the final time I'm having such a hard time uploading this. I hope the anon can see it 😔

Y/N and Erling were overjoyed to be expecting their second child. As the months went by, Y/N couldn't help but notice the stark difference between this pregnancy and her previous experience carrying Ragnar.

With baby number two, her body seemed to have found its rhythm, and she sailed through the journey with much greater ease. At six months pregnant, Y/N was in the midst of a blissful period, experiencing fewer discomforts and even enjoying the luxury of minimal morning sickness.

Today was an exciting day for Y/N as she found herself at the heart of the Manchester City stadium, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the team she had grown to love and support. As a valued member of the social media team for Man City, Y/N felt a deep sense of fulfillment in her work.

The fact that she could conveniently work from home allowed her to strike the perfect balance between caring for their lively son, Ragnar, and immersing herself in her professional endeavors. It was a privilege she treasured, cherishing the moments she got to spend in Erling's presence whenever their paths crossed at the stadium.

Y/N sat in a bustling meeting room, passionately discussing projects with her team. The hum of creativity and ambition filled the air as they delved into strategies to engage and captivate the club's vast online community. Y/N's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, her dedication to her work shining through her every word and gesture.

Being in this vibrant environment, surrounded by like-minded individuals, invigorated Y/N. It was a testament to her unwavering commitment to both her family and her career. As she dove into discussions, her growing baby bump served as a reminder of the new life blossoming within her, a constant source of inspiration and motivation.

Even amidst the buzz of professional responsibilities, Y/N couldn't help but occasionally pause, her hands instinctively cradling her abdomen as she felt the gentle movements of her unborn child.

Each flutter reminded her of the miracle of life unfolding within her, reinforcing the significance of the choices she made and the legacy she was creating for her growing family.

Erling stood on the field, his heart filled with immense joy as he went through his rigorous training routine. A bright smile adorned his face, one that could only be described as contagious. Deep within his soul, he carried a profound sense of contentment, knowing that just a few steps away, Y/N was inside the stadium, passionately immersed in her work.

The thought of Y/N being in such close proximity ignited a flame within Erling, filling him with a sense of pride that he couldn't help but display. His eyes gleamed with adoration as he thought about the life growing inside her, a testament to their love and commitment. There was an innate satisfaction that welled up within him, knowing that he had played a role in creating this new life, that he had left an indelible mark on Y/N's body.

As he trained, Erling reveled in the knowledge that people around the stadium were aware of Y/N's pregnancy. It was as if he had an unspoken connection with everyone, a silent understanding that he had contributed to the creation of this beautiful, growing belly. A primal instinct awakened within him, a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness over Y/N and their unborn child.

He took pride in showcasing Y/N to the world, as if boldly proclaiming, "Look, she belongs to me."

Erling's joy knew no bounds as he trained, his movements infused with a newfound vigor and determination. With every stride, he carried the weight of responsibility and the desire to provide for his growing family. The knowledge that Y/N was nearby, diligently working, fueled his determination to succeed, not just on the field, but in life as a whole.

"Haa…land!" Erling's name rang through the air, causing him to abruptly halt his training. His heart pounded in his chest as Sam, one of Y/N's team members, sprinted towards him on the field. Confusion etched across his face, Erling anxiously asked, "What's going on?"

Breathless and filled with urgency, Sam managed to convey the distressing news. "Y/N... Y/N is in the Infirmary, She had a fall and hurt herself."

Panic seized Erling's being, his mind racing with a torrent of terrifying thoughts. Y/N was six months pregnant; any mishap could have dire consequences. Was the baby alright? Was Y/N alright? A surge of fear coursed through him as he sprinted towards the stadium, his every step weighted with trepidation.

With trembling hands, Erling pushed open the door to the infirmary and beheld Y/N was seated on the bed. Relief flooded through him as she turned towards him, a gentle smile gracing her lips, attempting to soothe his troubled soul. Her reassurance brought a semblance of calmness to his shattered nerves, though his face remained ashen, his eyes haunted.

"I'm fine, Erling," Y/N softly spoke, her voice a balm to his anguished heart.

"It was just a small slip. I didn't notice the wet floor. The baby is fine, and I'm fine. I just have a scratched knee." Her words, though meant to provide solace, couldn't fully alleviate the terror that still lingered within Erling's trembling frame.

Erling rushed to her side, enfolding her in his strong, protective embrace. He held her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world, unwilling to let go. His hands instinctively moved to her belly, where their precious baby resided. With tenderness, he caressed her tummy, his lips gently pressing kisses upon the growing life within.

Y/N's giggle filled the air, a testament to her love for the care he showered upon her and their unborn child. In that moment, Erling's fears seemed to dissipate, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

"Mommy is clumsy, and she has to be very careful," he whispered to her belly, his voice laced with a mixture of adoration and concern. His eyes locked with Y/N's, conveying the depths of his fear and the unwavering love that coursed through every fiber of his being.

Erling and Y/N found solace in one another's arms. Their love, tested by the unpredictability of life, emerged stronger than ever.

They understood the fragility of their precious bond and vowed to protect it fiercely, cherishing each moment and the miracle they were nurturing together.

As they lingered in that embrace, time seemed to stand still. The worries and anxieties that had threatened to consume Erling's heart were replaced by a profound gratitude for the safety and well-being of his beloved Y/N and their unborn child. In that sacred space, they reaffirmed their commitment to one another, vowing to navigate the challenges of life hand in hand, their love an unwavering source of strength and resilience.

#fanfiction #fanfic #erling #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland x you #erling håland #haaland x reader #haaland #haaland fluff #man city imagine #manchester city imagine #manchester city #man city #erling haaland fluff #fluff

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szszsz108 · 3 months ago

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Hi! Do you think Domi and Erling are still close? I went down a rabbit hole of their old rb content recently and I loved their chaotic friendship🥺

Hey Anon! ❤️

This is the interview he made in the recent media day before international break with IQIYI.

Him and the host play Jenga, some pieces had questions to answer, here’s when he mentioned Erling. And he blushed when he saw the comment he made few years ago: “ he’ll never forget this nice face” which was super cute! 🥰 hope you like it!

Anyone please do not repost this video to other platforms, if you’re interested in the interview (topics are mainly about Liverpool) plz DM me. Thank you for your understanding.

#dominik szoboszlai #ask szszsz #erling haaland

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holygrailimagines · 2 years ago

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Beautiful Boy

Summary: Erling and reader having a baby boy, fluff!

Author's Note: This fluff is inspired by John Lennon's Beautiful Boy. This piece is very different to any of my other writings, please tell me if you enjoy this style! Hope you enjoy!!

Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monster's gone

He's on the run and your daddy's here

You watched from your son’s doorway, smiling to yourself as your husband caressed him to sleep. Erling gently brushed your son’s blonde hair to the side and stroked his soft cheeks with his large hand. Sean’s matching blue eyes stared tiredly back up at his father, smiling lazily from under his blanket. The only way either of them could sleep peacefully was if they both spent time together before bed. It was routine, and perhaps the most perfect way to end the day.

When Erling found out you were having a boy, everything in his life completely changed. He knew he had to step up and become the best man he could possibly be for the sake of his son. Sean wasn’t even the size of a lemon and Erling already loved him.

You always had a feeling your little guy would be the biggest daddy’s boy. When you were pregnant with him, his little feet would kick like crazy whenever he heard his father’s voice. When Erling realized this, he became obsessed with speaking Norwegian to your belly. He would actually have full blown conversations with your womb, your baby boy responding with kicks.

“He’s a Haaland alright,” He would say, kissing your belly. You smiled, already envisioning the pair of them running around and playing football together. Erling just couldn’t wait until your little guy arrived.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

You had never seen Erling cry as much as the day Sean finally entered the world. You remembered being on the hospital bed with Erling and holding your newborn baby, tears streaming down your face.

“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” You said through sniffles, looking up at Erling. He had tears of his own running down his cheeks.

“Yes, yes he is.” He responded, his hand reaching down to softly caress his son's cheek.

Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way

It's getting better and better

Everyday that went by, your son looked more and more like his father. The only thing your son inherited from you was your love for Erling. You could actually see the way your baby’s eyes lit up whenever Erling came home. Even if your son couldn’t speak, it was so obvious he already loved and trusted his father. He would babble like crazy, communicating with his father the only way he knew how. Erling would smile so hard, responding to him in Norwegian.

“Sier, pa-pa,” He would gently instruct your son.

“No way,” you would interrupt jokingly, “he’s gonna say mama first.” The very next day your son would say his first word, papa. Erling was over the moon when he heard the word slip from his son’s mouth. He couldn’t even hide the tears streaming down his face as he held your son’s small head against his chest.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

When Sean started walking, it was the beginning of everything. Erling set up a mini goal net and bought a small football. He would spend hours outside ‘playing’ football with your son, only really your son would just waddle behind him, trying his best to keep up with his father. It was cute watching your toddler follow your husband all over the place. Erling was such a gentle giant, doing everything he could to protect your son. He loved it whenever the two of you would show up to games with his jersey on. It made him so proud of the little family he made. He especially loved whenever you dressed your baby in a complete Man City uniform, it always got a kick out of him.

Whenever the three of you would sleep together, you would always wake up first. It was perhaps your favorite thing, turning over and seeing your boys sleeping in identical positions. You would make sure to snap pictures before you woke them up with kisses on their foreheads.

I can hardly wait

To see you come of age

But I guess we'll both just have to be patient

Even if little Sean was barely four, Erling was already obsessed with his future. What kind of man would his son become? Erling could picture him doing anything, Sean was special that way. Erling dreamt of his son following in his footsteps but he knew that if his son chose a different path, he wouldn’t hesitate to support him.

Yes it's a long way to go

But in the meantime

Before you cross the street

Take my hand

Life is what happens to you

While you're busy making other plans

Even if he was excited for his son’s future, he was thankful for the long road ahead. He knew he had to cherish everyday with his baby before he became a man. Even if Sean could walk, Erling would never pass up an opportunity to hold him in his arms. No matter how tired he was, Erling always found the energy to play with his son.

Even with limited speech skills, Sean was very vocal about what he wanted. He actively protested haircuts, clearly inspired by his father’s hair. Every morning you had to style your hair, Erling’s hair, and Sean’s hair. Sean was very observant, he did everything his father did. He ate the same breakfast, dressed identically, and even adapted his gestures. Erling was always so smug, admiring the way his son idolized him. Sometimes if he stared long enough at Sean, Erling would find himself tearing up. He was such a beautiful baby boy.

“Goodnight Sean, see you in the morning,” Your husband whispered to your son, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. By now, Sean was fast asleep, his small chest rising with his deep breaths. Erling quietly stood from his bed and switched the lights off, meeting you at the door. You smiled up at your husband, as he softly closed the bedroom door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he instinctively held your waist.

“You know, I want a mini me of my own.” You teased, pecking Erling on the lips. He chuckled, looking down at you.

“Then let’s make it happen.”

#erling haaland imagine #erling håland #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland fluff #man city

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sseomtada · 9 months ago

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being [ruben dias]

shenanigans ensue at erling's party & later, you're interrupted by a surprise visitor.

warnings: none | wc: 4966 | 6/8

“Should I go with sapphire or teal?”

You held both options up to your chest, head tilting in the mirror with scrutiny before spinning around to do the same for your best friend. She surveyed the outfit choices. One was a jewel blue two piece with a blazer and wide legged pants. The other’s color reminded you of a hue you’d find in a rainforest, with a cropped high-neck top and maxi skirt.

“Second fit.” Aki came to her conclusion.

That’s what you were leaning more towards too. You loved the competitor, but it felt a little too CEO for a party. She wrapped up steaming out her corseted pink mini dress and summoned you to her vanity where she curled your hair.

“Should I expect to see any of your suitors tonight?” Your eyes met hers in the mirror.

Her expression soured. “Absolutely not. Why would I bring a packed lunch to a buffet?”

That nearly made your ear get burnt off as you cackled. The once perpetually booed up girl you knew had now morphed into a menacing serial dater. You were honestly impressed with her evolution. She gave the same energy she received and was refusing to claim anyone seriously until they met all of her needs.

“I can’t wait to watch your masterclass in live time.” You slipped into your outfit.

“Watch closely.” Her lips smacked post lip gloss application. “Even an old dog can learn new tricks.”

The revelation that you were back together with Ruben was still settling in with her. While she wasn’t upset about it, she was crossed that she had been robbed of playing wingwoman for you at events. You reminded her that Cindy was single and it actually worked to perk her up a little. Playing Cupid was one of her favorite pastimes.

While approaching the party, you realized that you had ventured into familiar territory. It only fully sank in once the car rolled up to the front of the building and you spotted the interior. How you failed to notice that Erling lived in the same spot as Ruben was beyond you. Well, almost.

You had been quite distracted by the later recently. The location also made you laugh, recalling that Erling had hosted the initial meeting at his place of work. He was a man that clearly liked to keep everything in close knit.

When you got out of the lift, both your mouth and Aki’s dropped a bit. This was actually what getting paid the big bucks got someone. His apartment was a sprawling penthouse, recently renovated to have the latest styles and fixtures.

“You’re here!” Cindy bounced over to give you kisses.

“We hope you weren’t too bored waiting for us.” Aki scanned a tray of treats that floated by.

“I think I managed quite fine…” Her voice trailed off along with her gaze.

You followed it to a tall brunette swaying along with the chill house music playing through the sound system. His face was familiar from some pictures you’d seen in Ruben’s apartment - one of his teammates.

Speaking of which, you felt him. The flesh on your arms raised, silent alarm ringing to alert your system to someone’s eyes being stuck on you. When you picked up on his trail, you found him cracking open a bottle of water. His cheeks rose with a smile before he took a sip.

Another alarm signaled, your target closer this time. It was Aki who peered between you two like a strict father who was chaperoning a dance. She told Cindy to give you two a second as she took you by the hand and dragged you over. Your eyes widened, body tensing to slow her momentum.

“Relax, I just wanna say something real quick.” She tugged a bit more to loosen you.

That did nothing to ease your nerves about the impending interaction. If anything, it only made your stomach twist tighter. Ruben was experiencing the same thing judging by the look on his face as she saw her coming in hot with you on her heels.

“Ruben.” Her voice was flat in greeting.

“Aki.” He swallowed thickly.

“I don’t have to remind you that I make promises, not threats, right?” Aki smiled humorlessly.

Ruben staggered out a nod. He knew exactly where she was coming from.

“Good.” She gave your fingers a squeeze and released them. “I’ll leave you two to do whatever it is that people who dated for five years - separated for seven on account of one person’s decision - and reunited while ruining my favorite chair in the office do.”

Both of you were left with open mouths and flaming faces as you watched her go back over to Cindy, who you realized would have lots of questions about the exchange. You knew that Aki was going to figure out the real reason her comfort sofa had been replaced. What a time and what a way for her to reveal it.

“That was a ramble. She can’t ramble when she’s truly upset.” Ruben whispered.

Your head inclined positively. “I think that actually went well.”

His shoulders sagged with relief. You instinctually placed your hands over them to give him a small massage. If it wasn’t obvious that something was going on between you two in any onlooker’s eyes, they would’ve caught on by now.

The way he looked at you would cement any suspicions as well. Ruben couldn’t stop himself from visibly appreciating the effort you put into tonight’s look. The feeling was very mutual. You loved him in all black, especially when his shirt strained against his chest.

He leaned forward, getting as far as touching noses with you until you reared back slightly.

“Have you told everyone here about us?” You breathed.

“I haven’t shut up about you in the past two days.” Ruben chuckled.

A hand curled around the back of his neck to bring him in for the kiss he’d so badly wanted. You did too, even more so after what he said. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the craving you had for him, present company and all, but it was enough to satiate you for now.

The music lowered, but you hadn’t even noticed until you heard clinking on a glass. Your view switched from eyes you often got lost in to the reason you were all gathered here tonight. Erling waved, thanking everyone for coming out to celebrate the launch of his brand.

He went on to announce the biggest news of the night. It was the project Aki had been working so diligently to secure for him - a deal to collaborate on an activewear line with H&M. You had a timer set to drop the news on his website after the party so that it wasn’t spoiled.

“A team of hardworking women really went above and beyond for me, so thank you Erika,” He tipped his glass to his assistant and then towards your group. “Y/N, Aki and Cindy.”

You met all the kind smiles directed towards you with one of your own. If you weren’t already lit up like a Christmas tree, his move surely made that the case. Ruben’s hand curled around your waist to pull you in for a kiss atop your head.

“Let’s have fun tonight, but not too much. Pep can always tell when we’ve overdone it.” Erling wrapped up his speech.

The members in attendance groaned, man beside you included.

“Oh! One more thing.” He interrupted again. “Cheers to Ruben and Y/N! I don’t know how you got so lucky, but please don’t fuck it up. I love being her client.”

Aki whooped and the music resumed. You were definitely on fire, head to toe.

Ruben’s head fell and shook. Your arms wrapped around him as you made a small cooing sound. Poor thing, he had to take a lot of warnings on the chin on your behalf tonight. A part of you was smiling though. It was good to know that someone inside his camp was keeping him on his toes.

Celebrations got into full swing once the drinks really started flowing. Before the crowd got too involved with libations, Ruben introduced you to the people he spent the most time with. The tall brunette from earlier was John, you learned. You also did some low-key recon on his relationship status.

He’s here alone?

Poor guy has been coming to these types of events alone for a while now…

Everyone was letting a bit looser than you expected given Erling’s warning earlier. If the image of them somewhat behaving looked like Aki beating three of them in a row downing bulldogs, you didn’t want to know what full out was. Still, curiosity got the best of you.

“How do you guys act when not on your best behavior?” You quirked a brow at Ruben’s fellow countryman hitting a dance move you hand’t seen in ages.

He clutched his lower stomach subconsciously, gaze distant. “Let’s just say I don’t recall much about our treble celebrations.”

That was surprising. Even when you were younger with livers that could tolerate the cheapest of liquor in spades, he wasn’t much of a drinker. You’d only ever seen him drunk a handful of times, which was a blessing to be honest. He was the type to fall asleep anywhere.

“Sounds like it was a blast.” You hummed.

The feeling you had in his flat while taking in his accolades had made a reappearance. You didn’t know if it would ever get any easier - having to live all those moments of success he had secondhand. There would always be that voice in the back of your mind whispering that you should’ve been present for them.

“Hey,” Ruben must’ve sensed your longing, and tilted your chin up. “Remember what I said?”

You nodded and smiled, nuzzling into his palm. “I do.”

“Good, I just want you to focus on this. We’re here tonight because of you.” He beamed.

It hit you then that things must’ve been the same for him. The last time he’d been in your life, you weren’t anywhere close to being an owner of a multinational company. He’d missed your university graduations, the ladder climbing, your ribbon cutting ceremonies and all of the big projects that bore Bana’s credit.

“All those times you doubted yourself, those moments where you wanted to quit so badly…they never stood a chance against your belief in yourself.” His thumb ran gently across your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N, and I can’t wait to see how much more you achieve.”

You squeezed him tight. If there was anyone who had faith in you just as much if not more than yourself most days, besides Aki, it was him. Sometimes, you used to think that you were only doing it for him, pushing past the disappointment and doubt just so that he didn’t see you as a failure.

Hearing him say those words only validated the realization that your past thoughts had never been the case. You proved to yourself that with or without him, you were going to get to the point you were at currently.

“Come,” You took his hand in yours. “We can’t let them have all the fun.”

Ruben laughed as you downed the rest of your wine and pulled him in to dance with you. He spun you around, pressing his chest to your back. You peered at him devilishly over your shoulder while moving your hips in time with his.

That only lasted for so long before you felt him getting a little too excited. Your body pivoted to face his again, fingers joining behind his neck. He pressed his forehead to yours as you swayed and forgot the present environment in a more appropriate manner.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed until you came back to earth. There was noticeably more space in the apartment, a few bodies had cleared out while you were under his spell. A sight that caught your eye proudly was Cindy who was making hushed conversation with John on the sofa.

“This outfit of yours is doing something to me.” Ruben spoke into your ear.

A shiver ran down your whole body. He knew what he was doing, activating your senses like this and walking you right into his trap. You rolled your eyes mostly at yourself. That was exactly where you wanted to end up anyways.

“‘You trying to seduce me, Dias?” Your lip pinned between your teeth.

“Always.” He kissed your neck.

Just as your gaze was about to get lost behind your eyelids, you spotted Aki blowing kisses at a bottle of champagne. All of the lust fueled urges you were feeling took the back burner to newfound nurturing.

“You’re gonna have to put a pin in that.” You patted his chest.

Ruben gave you his best puppy eyes. “Hm?”

Your head nudged towards your friend who was now making a move on the poor alcohol, a finger trailing lazily down its side. He made a small ah sound, understanding what you meant immediately.

“Why don’t we take the party back to mine?” You looped an arm around hers.

Aki squinted at you. “Don’t you have knock to boots with that giant meany?”

It took everything in you not to laugh in her face. This was definitely the perfect moment for you to get her out of here. The next stage in her drunkenness would be a wildcard. You’d either be subjected to a long winded proclamation on how she felt about everything, or impromptu karaoke of Santana’s greatest hits. Neither of which suited the occasion.

“I have a bestie I’d much rather cuddle with tonight.” A little flattery always did the trick.

Her expression softened and she pulled you into a hug. The words muffled into your chest signaled that she’d slipped into the love bombing phase of intoxication, which you greatly preferred to her jazz rendition of Maria, Maria.

You began walking towards the door while dragging her slowly along. A hand raised to wave goodbye to Cindy and then Erling, the other stroking Aki’s back. Ruben was about to approach, but your eyes widened and your head shook quickly. The lion was almost out of the den.

As if she was an actual predator, Aki stiffened. Her glassy eyes found him instantly and you could see him holding his breath, waiting. She took your hand and dragged you the rest of the way to the door, her tongue sticking out tauntingly towards him.

Before the lift close, you saw Ruben laughing. He blew you a kiss, which luckily had gone unnoticed by your bodyguard. It found itself tucked into your pocket, remembering how you used to do the same back then.

You couldn’t wait to feel the weight increase as you collected those yet to come.

The following day at the office found your team one player down.

Given the night that transpired, you weren’t too surprised by that. You had to actually make good on your promise to bring the festivities home by dancing with Aki. Ultimately, that worked in your favor. It got her parched enough to drink water while also purging out some of the alcohol in her system.

What was surprising was the fact that she wasn’t the missing person. While her ability to bounce back was the quickest between you two, you weren’t placing bets on her peeling out of bed shortly after you did. And it was a good thing you didn’t take the risk.

She listened to the silence of the space, noticeably devoid of any fingers moving across a keyboard or faint music floating down the hallway like usual. Her hands then dramatically snatched the sunglasses from her face as she posed the same question rattling around your mind.

“Where’s Cindy?”

The inquiry hung for a second before a proverbial lightbulb went off in your head. You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself, but you had a pretty good idea concerning the reason behind her discernible absence. At least, you hoped that was why.

“I think she’s cashing in one of those bonus days.” You smiled.

Aki shrugged, slipping her glasses back on. “Fair, poor thing works too hard.”

You focused on lessening the load for her upon her return. The more technical aspects of client management wasn’t particularly your favorite thing to do, but you’d suck it up for the sake of her finally getting the rest she deserved.

About half of the day passed when your best friend dragged herself into your office. She ran out of what little steam she had, which you completely understood. You commended her for even being able to lift a toothbrush into her mouth this morning.

That left you the sole survivor of Erling’s launch party. It took you back to the days when you first started Bana. Like that dollar and a dream saying, all you had was yourself, a laptop and an unhealthy amount of delusion.

You welcomed that energy and channeled it into the work laid out before you. One thing you never wanted to lose was that initial hunger. It was the motivation that would keep you going even when things were slowing down like they sort of currently were.

Any leads that Cindy had marked out, you followed up on with fervor. While you were at that, you worked on updating the company’s website and portfolio to reflect the latest projects you’d worked on.

When are you gonna give me a tour of your place?

You huffed out a laugh, typing.

Meet me there soon. Mine looks best at sunset.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you didn’t have to worry about keeping him away from your home radius with a ten foot pole. It also helped that Aki was definitely going to be out of commission until the next day at the earliest. So there was no chance of a still awkward potential run in.

You wrapped up the last few emails on the list you had to send out and made your way back. Hopefully he wasn’t too eager to come over since quite the mess had been left from the previous night.

As soon as you got home, you cracked your windows to air out the loft and got to cleaning. Given that you didn’t know how much time you were working with, you put on an hour timer for extra encouragement. Dishes, sweeping, dusting and surface cleaning in that order all while you carried out laundry.

When the timer ended, you’d just returned from throwing the trash down chute at the end of the hall. With Ruben still not being there, you put your freshly cleaned shower to the test and then got into some loungewear straight from the dryer.

I’m downstairs.

You felt giddy as replied to him which floor you were on before you sent the elevator down.

“Hello MTV…” Your arm stretched above your head.

Ruben jogged over and tackled you inside playfully. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your mouth until they were cut off by his. He peppered your face with kisses and moved down to your neck.

“I missed you.” His nose nuzzled against your skin.

Even though it had been less than a day since you last saw him, you related to his remark. The hours you spent apart felt like days and sometimes even months, as exaggerative as that sounded. When you weren’t with him, in the back of your mind if not the forefront, you were always thinking about the last and next time you’d see him.

You stroked his hair gently, “I missed you too.”

Though you might not have millions of followers on your social media, you gave him the brand marketer’s version of a house tour. You’d argue that it was better. He got all the details from the imported quartz countertops, your treasured surgical steel knife collection, custom made sofa and floor to ceiling tiled bathroom all the way down to the thread-count of your duvet.

“And now, as promised.” You dragged him back to the entirely windowed wall of your living room.

He’d arrived just in time to catch the sunset. It was luckily a good weather day in this perpetually drab city, grey skies making way for the blue he donned week after week. Hues of yellow, orange and a dash of pink illuminated the space, bathing you both in the sun’s warm kaleidoscope.

“I think your view is better than mine.” Ruben marveled.

That might’ve been true. The only thing you would change about your flat was to have a balcony like his. There was a unit with one a few floors up, but it was already occupied. You definitely weren’t staking out the developer’s leasing page on a regular basis to see if it became available.

Once the sun had disappeared, you settled onto the couch and lied on his lap. Unlike him, you reminded, you were not some Michelin star chef and also still had yet to do a grocery run. That left your trusted friend, the delivery app, to do all of the work for tonight’s meal.

Ruben wasn’t objected to the idea. In fact, he welcomed it a bit too eagerly. You almost took offense until he swiftly interjected that he’d been craving something different lately. It still had to be somewhat healthy though, special footballer diet and all.

You put in an order from one of your favorite spots. It was a small family owned Greek place that always used the freshest ingredients, something you were sure both your bodies would thank you for after a long day.

While you ate your mouth watering wrap, you curled up beside him and put on a random trending movie on Netflix. It quickly became background noise though. He was more interested in hearing about your recent events and how life had been since you moved to Manchester.

“There’s something else we have to talk about.” Ruben took a sip of water.

Your back immediately straightened. Those words were never the precursor for something pleasant. When matched with that tone and a more serious expression, you certainly weren’t excited to hear what was next.

“Should I be worried?” Your brows met as you tried to fight off the millions of scenarios that flooded your head.

“It’s nothing particularly bad, it’s just,” He scratched his beard. “Now that I play for City and we get so much media attention, being with me will come with a lot more than it used to.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know that he wasn’t going to spring a surprise on you like the fact that he had a situationship he’d never really cut off, or that he was harboring a secret love child.

Funnily enough, the WAG thing never really crossed your mind. He’d only ever been the oddly cute buck toothed boy you fell for on the playground, even when you were watching him play before his senior debut. It was weird trying to reconcile that version of him with how others saw him.

“Oh no, do you have stalkers now?” You half-joked.

“Be serious!” Ruben warned through a grin. “I don’t, but some people do go a bit overboard with player’s partners. Taking pictures of them out in public, digging into their pasts, leaving malicious comments. I’ve been told that there’s some news about us so…”

The importance of what he was saying wasn’t lost on you. You’d heard about how intense things could get when publicly dating a footballer. With his looks and status, you honestly anticipated him having some fans that were obsessive in an unhealthy way. The fact that you hadn’t even really been out together publicly but already were exposed kind of proved that.

You appreciated him looking out for you. He knew none of that could ever change things, but still felt it was necessary to check in with you to confirm that you knew what all getting back together brought. It only made you want him more.

“All I do is work and I barely use socials anyways.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I guess the only thing I have to do is make sure I don’t leave home looking like a bum.”

He shook his head. “Impossible, you look good in anything.”

Your eyes did a full circle. There he was with his sweet words, trying to seduce you again. You had a thought to give him a taste of his own medicine and so you followed through with it. In one quick move, you straddled him and brought your lips to hover just over his.

“What about nothing?”

Ruben instantly sealed the gap between you and him. Even better, he muttered into your mouth. You swallowed his words, feeling them travel all the way down to stoke the flames already licking within the molten pit in your stomach.

Your tongue moved against and over his own while your hips dug deep into his. He trembled beneath you, hands falling to massage your ass. Most of it was left half exposed by your ridden up shorts, making your flesh rise to meet his fingertips and palms

Everything about him was so divine. The way he smelt, felt and tasted. You wanted to engrave each inch of him in your memory so that you’d never forget any of his being ever again. Your lips met his forehead, his cheeks, chin and neck.

They grew hungrier the more they feasted. You tugged on his shirt that was unhesitatingly removed with his help. Across the expanse of his shoulders, your lips traversed next, and then down to his firm chest. You became something of a woman possessed as your teeth pinched his nipple.

“Y/N!” Ruben gasped in shock.

You pulled away quickly, worried. “Did that hurt?”

“No, it just…” His eyes narrowed as a sly expression took over his face.

Instead of telling you what it did to him, he decided to show you. His hand trailed up your waist until his thumbs ran along the underside of your breasts. You shivered, teeth baring with a smile. His fingers moved lower and began moving quickly, digging into your sides.

“Traitor!” You yelled and leapt from his lap.

“You started it.” He reached out a hand. “Come back, I won’t tickle you again.”

Your confidence in that statement was nearly zero. The escape you made from his clutches was made far too quickly for his revenge to be satiated. And his gaze still lingered with challenge. You took a tiny testing step towards him.

When he surged up to grab you midway, you shrieked again and easily dodged. Ruben gave you a look that screamed you were just delating the inevitable. You gave him one right back that said catch me if you can.

He might’ve been fast, but you had home court advantage. You easily weaved around your furniture to the kitchen. In the corner of the furthest end of the island, you gauged his stalking as he did the same.

“Ready to forfeit?” Ruben tested.

“I thought you liked to earn your wins.” You taunted before taking off again.

Your muscles fired up as you darted towards the bedroom. If you could make it under your covers, you’d at least have a few moments of extra protection from his treacherous digits. The neatly tucked duvet came into view and celebrations were imminent.

At the buzzer, he threw you onto the bed and launched an attack on your stomach. You tried to curl up, writhing and twisting your body in an attempt to fight off his fingers. It was to no avail, his hands had infiltrated beneath your shirt to tickle your bare skin.

Right as you were about to cry uncle, you heard your doorbell chime. That halted both of your actions. You sat up onto your elbows as he removed himself from your body. His brows raised as if to ask if you were expecting anyone.

You weren’t. If it was Aki, she wouldn’t have rung your bell since she knew the code. Though she could’ve been adhering to respecting your privacy had she heard you and Ruben scuffling from outside.

The bell rang again and you peeled yourself from the bed, straightening your shirt and shorts along the way to see who it was. You hoped it was her and not some disgruntled neighbor. Surely, you weren’t being that loud.

When you opened up, you took it back. You would much rather be staring down the barrel of aggravated eyes than the ones you met. It wasn’t as if you weren’t happy to see her, far from that, you were just stunned.

And truly in a pickle given the other visitor currently residing in your bedroom.

“Mom…” You regulated your breathing with a smile. “What are you doing here?!”

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This isn’t healthy.

Actually, it was ridiculous. What was going to change about your own body if you stared at it for what seems like an eternity? Nothing. But you couldn’t help it.

You ran your hands against what it felt like the flattest chest ever. Why did it look like that? Biting your lip, you couldn’t find the right answer. It’s not like you don’t have boobs, it’s just that they weren’t… enough. Not to fill the dress you were wearing like you wanted it to be filled, that was for sure.

“My god…” You groaned, turning away from your reflection. Looking now at your feet, which were fitted on the most beautiful high heels ever, you felt like the most stupid person on Earth.

Your boyfriend was waiting for you, but instead of letting yourself enjoy the night that the two of you had ahead, you chose to compare your body to every other girlfriend that was going to be present tonight. They will look perfect and I…

“Baby?” Erling’s voice didn’t let you finish that thought. Instead, he stood awkwardly on the door frame, wearing a beautiful deep-blue suit that matched your mini dress perfectly. At the time, you were excited about matching colors and being able to wear something so gorgeous. And now… “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing!” You blurred out almost immediately, not wanting to get him in a bad mood. Not like it was possible, because he was a sweetheart.

“Nothing? Don’t lie to me…” He got closer, caressing your exposed shoulders with the lightest of touches. It made you shiver. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?” You raised an eyebrow, shortly forgetting how upset you were. “I don’t have a look.”

“Yes, you do.” His finger ran between your eyebrows, slowly erasing a frown you didn’t know you had. “It’s the look you give when you are upset about something, what is it?”

You opened your mouth, wanting to tell him about the dress and your annoyance towards your own body, but you couldn’t. It was pure nonsense if you worded it out. Yeah, I don’t want to go anymore because I don’t have enough boobs to be spilling out of the dress like I’d hoped they did.

“I…” Was lying better than telling him an embarrassing truth? “It’s the dress…” You said it like Erling was meant to figure out the rest. You hoped he did.

“Ah…” His eyes traveled from your face to your body, staying on your cleavage for a little bit longer than usual. Your cheeks went red from self-acknowledge, like he suddenly knew what was happening. “I also have a problem with the dress.”

It was all he said for a while, and you were about to ask him what was his problem, but he spoke before you had a chance to do so.

“Actually, I have two problems with this dress.” He said in a serious manner, his finger playing with the front part. Your skin started to tickle where he wasn’t even touching you. “One? You look so good I’m worried people won’t stop staring at these.” His hands suddenly cupped your breasts, making you gasp in surprise. “Two… I can’t fucking take it off because we’re supposed to leave in five minutes…”

“Erling…” You couldn’t help but smile at his actions. You were turned on and giggling from it. How many emotions can this man evoke in you? “Don’t you think they look… small?”

You felt silly asking that when all he was doing was staring at them with such desire you thought they were actually showing off. Maybe they were.

“Small?” He repeated the word like it was an offense. “Baby, you’re spilling from this dress. I’m about to not care about the event we have to attend because you are wearing this.” His thumbs massaged the dress (and your boobs, for that matter). It made you shiver again. “And you’re asking me if they look small?”

“So…?”

He was about to say something, but the loud klaxon bringed you both to reality. You smiled at him, feeling a bit more secure about everything. His eyes were so intense you had to bite your lip.

“You’re so lucky we have to go.” Was all he said.

And if you noticed the heated looks he gave you the rest of the night, you didn’t say anything. But you surely enjoyed them.

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haaland and reader where she has social anxiety and they go to an event and she has a panic attack and so they both leave and erling didn’t care about the event because reader was his priority please 💓

Yes finally someone requested for him 😭

Thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️

Breathe in

You’ve always hated parties or big events.

You were a very shy and introvert person, you hated being in big crowds so you always avoided them. But when you’re dating someone as famous as Erling Haaland it was kinda impossible to avoid those events.

He knew about your social anxiety and he never pressured you into doing anything you weren’t comfortable with.

Tonight you both got invited to a football event and much to your dismay you had to go. You knew everyone would be there with their girlfriends and you didn’t want to look like someone who didn’t care.

So you both got ready.

Stylist and make up artists were at your house to help you getting you ready.

You wore a black long dress paired with some fine jewellery and a pair of black heels.

Your make up wasn’t too heavy but still noticeable.

“You look amazing my darling” Erling said the moment he saw you coming down from the stairs. You shyly smiled at him and thanked him.

You both got into the driver’s car and got on the road.

There was so much tension in the car, your legs kept bouncing and you were playing with your hands.

Erling noticed it and put a hand on your thigh trying to reassure you.

You simply smiled.

When you arrived you felt anxiety taking the best of you but you tried to shove it away.

Erling hands never left yours.

You walked the red carpet hand in hand, hearing all his fans calling for you two. He was so happy and you couldn’t be happier for him. This was everything he ever wanted so seeing his smiling face made you so proud.

Still you couldn’t focus, the constant fear of being watched and judged by other people scared you.

You hands shaking a bit but you pretended it was everything fine, at least on the outside.

Once you got inside the room where the event was held you felt a little bit more at ease, less photographers, absolutely no fans screaming his name, only a few new faces of footballers you’ve never met that went up to you and Erling to introduce themselves.

“You okay?” Erling whispered in your ears and you simply nodded not trusting your voice. All these people made you uncomfortable, everyone wanted to meet you and you had no idea why. You weren’t famous, you were just dating someone famous but that didn’t make you famous, right?

Wrong.

People wanted to take pictures with you and Erling and it kinda freaked you out.

“Excuse me” you said gently trying to get out of the crowd around you.

You got out of the room and went straight to the corridor.

Erling calling your name but you couldn’t hear it. Tears falling from your eyes and your heart beating so fast in your chest you thought it was going to explode.

“Babe stop” he said grabbing your arm and turning you around

“I-I can’t breathe” you whispered and put a hand on your chest

“Babe listen to me” he said looking straight into your eyes “try to copy me” he said but you couldn’t focus

“I can’t” you said, tears falling on your face, your head dizzy and your hands shaking

“Shhh-shhh it’s okay, baby it’s okay” he said to you and put his hands on yours “you’re okay, everything’s fine, you’re fine” he tried to calm you down with his voice but still you couldn’t focus and he noticed too “babe I need you to listen to me…listen to my voice, focus only on my voice…calm down baby, everything’s okay, everything’s alright, you’re okay” he whispered to you and somehow it worked. You tried to focus only on his voice, his hands on top of yours and his eyes never leaving your face.

“Calm down princess, you’re okay, it’s okay” he kept whispering and you calmed down. Tears still coming out from your face but your breathing went back to normal

“I’m so sorry” you whispered softly and he hugged you

“There’s nothing to be sorry for…you’re okay…”

“I didn’t want to have a panic attack…I tried to control it but-“

“Babe, it’s not your fault okay?” he told you and you nodded “I’m glad you’re okay now…I should have listened to you when you told me you didn’t want to come, please forgive me baby…” he said now feeling guilty

“No Erling it’s not your fault…I love you okay?”

“I love you too baby. So much. You have no idea” he said wiping your tears and kissing your cheeks “let’s go home honey…”

“What? No we have just arrived…it’s your night baby…”

“I don’t care, I really could care less about this event, you’re my priority, I love you too much to see you suffering…now” he said kissing both of your hands “we go home, we change into our pajamas and we watch some marvel movies, how that sound?” he smirked a bit and you smiled

“It’s perfect” you replied and went straight back to the car.

A few people asked you why you were leaving but Erling simply said it was because he wasn’t feeling good.

You loved how he always protected you.

Once you got home, you both changed into more comfortable clothes, he wore his pajamas and you wore one of his pajamas too, you loved having his perfume on you, it made you feel safe and comfortable. You cuddled on the couch, watching Doctor Strange, your favorite marvel movie while waiting for food to arrive.

“Thank you so much Erling, for everything” you said, your head on his chest and his arms around you.

He kissed your forehead and your cheeks making you laugh a little bit.

“You are my priority babe…I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel safe and protected, you’re my life y/n…I hate to see you crying, all I ever want to see on your beautiful face is your smile” he said starting to prepping all of your face with kisses making you laugh.

You spent the night in each other’s arms, feeling safe, loved and protected.

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