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the-offside-rule · 11 months ago

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Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal FC) - Pinnekjøtt

Christmas [From The Vault]

In the quaint city of Dramen, the snow fell gently on Christmas Eve as Martin prepared to share the magic of his homeland's traditions with his girlfriend, Y/n. His childhood home was decprated with twinkling lights and the scent of freshly baked gingerbread filled the air, just as it did when he was a child. Y/n had to fly out a little later as she wanted to spend time with her family before coming to Norway for the few days. This whole idea only happened because Martin was talking about something and Y/n didn't know what it was.

"I'm thinking of making pinnekjøtt." He announced as Y/n walked in from work. Her eyebrows scrunched together in a confused look. "What?" She asked. "Pinnekjøtt. You know it's like lamb? The- the-" He paused pointing to his ribs. "Lamb ribs?" Martin nodded. "Yes, very tasty." He smiled. "Never had it before." He was almost shocked, but then realised they hadn't really gone to Norway at all. His parents had come over to visit and the only time she really went was when the national team would be playing games while she wasn't at uni. "It's nice, but it's way better over in Norway when you get the actual stuff you need."

"So how about we visit Norway?" Y/n suggested. "Well, Im going for Christmas. I don't know if you want to come considering your family is here." Martin said. "I really don't mind. You have been here for a good few Christmases, why shouldn't I go visit your home country with you?" He thought about it. It was a brilliant idea, but would it work out? It might be too much, it might not be enough! We'll, there was only one way to find out.

As Y/n entered the home, having to Martin greeted her with a warm smile. "Velkommen til Norge, my love. Get ready to experience a true Norwegian Christmas." He said, his eyes filled with excitement. Y/n smiled and dropped her bags at the door. "Are we just jumping right in with these Christmas traditions?" Y/n asked as she put her scarf up on the coat hanger. "We are. I have so many different things planned." Martin smiled. "Ready?" Y/n clapped her hands together. "Born ready."

They started the evening with the lighting of the advent candles, each flame representing a week leading up to Christmas. "So basically, each candle is lit I church with each week that passes leading up to Christmas. I- Y/n, are you listening to me?" He asked. Y/n was fascinated as he spoke, and it came across as her not listening but it was farthest from the truth. "No, I am. I think I'm just tired and your voice sounds a lot like ASMR right now." Martin chuckled. "Well how about we move on, how's that?" He asked. Y/n shrugged. "It's up to you. You're my tour guide almost."

Martin led her to the fireplace and the couple sat together as they sipped on warm gløgg, a spiced mulled wine. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle as she struggled to pronounce the name correctly. Martin laughed, "Don't worry, even I find it tricky sometimes." Y/n took a sip. "It's nice though." Y/n smiled. "I don't want you to feel rushed, but I haven't put the tree up yet so I say we decorate and drink while we do it."

Martin handed Y/n a delicate Norwegian ornament, sharing stories of his childhood and the memories attached to each decoration. As they hung ornaments on the Christmas tree, Martin couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n. "What are you staring at?" Y/n asked as she caught Martin a few times. "You make everything look even more beautiful, Y/n." Martin smiled. Y/n grinned, playfully placing a bauble on Martin's nose. "Well, you're not too shabby yourself, Mr. Ødegaard. Our tree is lucky to have us." They shared a laugh, exchanging warmth amid the winter chill. Martin reached for mistletoe. "Guess what this means?" He smiled as he lifted the white berries over their heads. "You're going to steal a Christmas kiss, aren't you?" Y/n smiled contently as she reached around his neck. "Guilty as charged." He chuckled and pecked her lips gently. As they hung ornaments together, their laughter echoed through the apartment.

The aroma of pinnekjøtt wafted from the kitchen, and Y/n was eager to try this traditional Norwegian dish. "Is this what you were on about back home?" Y/n asked. "It is." Martin, donned in a festive sweater, served the dish with a side of raspeballer. "It's not Christmas without pinnekjøtt." he declared with a grin.

After the hearty meal, they bundled up in warm coats and scarves to venture outside. he couldn't help but admire the way the flakes settled in her hair. "Isn't the snow magical?" Je remarked, his eyes reflecting the joy he felt.

Y/n grinned. "Absolutely! It's like we're in a winter wonderland." She took his hand, feeling the warmth despite the cold surroundings. Martin chuckled and squeezed her hand. "You make everything magical, Y/n." He said. "You sap, come on!" They continued their walk, sharing anecdotes and laughter, creating a cocoon of happiness. Spotting a snow-covered bench, Martin walked over. "Let's sit for a while." He suggested. They snuggled close, and watched as the snow gently drifted to the ground. "You're my favorite Christmas gift." Martin whispered, taking Y/n by surprise. Blushing, Y/n replied; "You're mine too, Martin." They exchanged sweet nothings, the snowflakes adding a poetic touch to their love-filled conversations.

the starlit sky, they strolled through the snow-covered landscape, hand in hand. Y/n couldn't stop marveling at the serene beauty around her. "We should head back now before we freeze to death." Martin said, standing up and heading back home eith Y/n hooked to his arm.

On their way to return to the apartment, Martin suggested making a visit to the local church for the midnight service. "We do that at home too. Do you usually go when I'm not heretic?" Y/n asked. "Mama would make us wear our best clothes and go but I do miss it now that I'm obviously grown up." He replied. "Obviously?" Martin squeezed his girlfriend's hand playfully as they walked into the beautiful chapel together. The ethereal hymns echoed through the wooden structure, creating a sense of peace that filled their hearts.

When the church service had finished and everyone had stopped fussing over Martin, the pair made their way back to the apartment. Back at the apartment, Martin thought it was time they exchanged gifts, and Martin handed Y/n a small box. Inside was a handcrafted piece of Norwegian jewelry, a symbol of their shared Christmas memories. "Oh Martin, its beautiful." Y/n felt tears of joy as she hugged him tightly. The couple came apart as they heard the church bells ringing. As the clock struck midnight, they stood together by the window, watching the snowfall. Martin whispered, "God jul, my love." Martin smiled. "God jul, Martin."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of love and the enchantment of Norwegian Christmas traditions, Martin Ødegaard and Y/n created a memory that would forever be etched in their hearts.

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footywritingworks · 2 years ago

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Feels like Home {Martin Ødegaard x fem!Reader}

Summary: Cuddling with your boyfriend is the best medicine after a hard day.

Wordcount: 900

Warnings: fluff, stress from work

This was inspired by a conversation I had with @julianalvarez9 and the Martin brainrot is still very much real

Your day had driven you up the wall. It had started in the morning when you noticed you had forgotten your tram card and had to walk back home to get it, missing your tram in the process. Consequently, you were at work later than usual, which cut your time to prepare a very important meeting short.

The meeting also had gone on longer than anticipated so you missed your usual lunchtime. By that point you were nauseous by the lack of food. The nausea carried on throughout the rest of the day even after eating lunch and when your boss had come in with more work that made you stay overtime you were completely worn out.

It was already evening when you walked into your shared home with your boyfriend, dragging your feet, shoulders heavy. You were welcomed by your dog jumping up at you all excited and it made a smile take over your face.

"Hello my boy. I'm so happy to see you too. You missed me, huh?"

You scratched him behind the ears as he continued to pant and wagged his tail. You kept petting him as you saw a figure walking up behind him. Looking up you saw your boyfriend leaning against the doorway of your living room, a smile on his face and a gentle look in his crystal blue eyes. You smiled back at him.

It was like all the stress had evaporated as soon as you saw him. Standing up and walking over to him he embraced you with open arms. You always loved his hugs. The way his arms wrapped around your waist tightly and tucking your head just under his neck as his warmth surrounded you. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment as he kissed your forehead in greeting.

"Hey kjære. I missed you today. I put out some clothes for you to change into. Then we can eat dinner and cuddle on the couch."

His hands were now on the side of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. A tired smile graced your lips.

"How do you always know just what I need when I come home?"

He smiled back and leaned down to press a kiss on your lips.

"It's my superpower babe. Now go change I'll get dinner ready."

With one last kiss you pulled away from Martin and made your way upstairs to your bedroom, where a pair of his sweatpants and one his his hoddies were laid out on the bed. The hoddie was one of your favorites. An Arsenal one he wore to most home matchdays and let you wear it when he was on away games or when you just needed some comfort like today. It was warm and smelled like him, the perfect combination to relax.

After you had changed in his clothes you went back down where he was already sitting on the dinner table, waiting for you with a big smile.

"I love it when you wear my clothes."

His accent had gotten just a bit thicker at that comment. Of course you knew what you wearing his clothes did to him. But you also knew he wouldn't try to insinuate anything more than cuddles tonight. You kissed his cheek and sat down, seeing one of your favorite pasta dishes was served.

"Did you cook this?"

You glanced up in surprise. Normally you were the one to cook dinner or you ordered something when none of you felt like cooking. But seeing him put the effort in to make it just that bit easier for you warmed your heart. Martin chuckled.

"Yeah I did. I'm not as useless in the kitchen as you might think I am. And I wanted to do something nice for you."

Tears had built up in your eyes and you took his hand and gave it a squeeze to show your appreciation. While you are Martin told you all about the shenanigans the Arsenal team had been up to and it made you laugh wholeheartedly. Sometimes these boys would just do the weirdest stuff. Martin knew you didn't want to talk about your day so distracting you was the best possible option. And he was right. Little by little the bright smile he loved so much came back to your face and your eyes had started to sparkle again as well.

After dinner he commanded you on the couch while he washed up and you did just that, cuddling up into a blanket and petting your dog that had found his place on your lap. It was evenings like these where you felt most comfortable. At home with Martin and your dog and just spending some time together.

At last, Martin had come out of the kitchen and laid down with you on top of him, your bodies covered in the fluffy blanket you had before. He had you tucked just unter his chin as he ran his fingers through your hair and rubbing your back while watching a movie on the TV. You could feel your lids getting heavier, a result of your body being as relaxed as it could be. Martin noticed it of course.

"Close your eyes baby. Go to sleep. You deserve it. I love you."

You mumbled an 'I love you' back and felt yourself drifting into a deep sleep. And when you woke up in the middle of the night, you were in your bed with Martin behind you and his arms wrapped around you in an embrace. Just like every night.

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fallinforerling · 2 years ago

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ahhh im so glad you write for ø! i really like your imagines and your way to write. so thank you!! I was thinking about an imagine where Martin asks reader to go to training with him, because he needs the presence of her since he is a little lost, and his team mates joke about her being his lucky charm.

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While in the car, you gave Martin a quick glance, incapable of holding the tiny grin that escaped your lips when you noticed he looked in your direction at the same time. His hand was firmly placed on top of yours, like he was scared of letting you go and giving you the chance to run away from your destiny. You weren’t, but you knew he felt like he was forcing you to go. Your heart felt heavy on your chest, but it was full of love for the man driving next to you.

Looking away, you thought about how strange the day started.

“Babe?”

A voice woke you up from your sleep so suddenly that you jumped on the spot, half-kicking the covers while still immersed in the post-sleepness state you were in just seconds ago. Your blurry vision focused on a face next to you, making you almost scream if it weren't for the fact that you recognized them as your boyfriend.

“Martin! My god, you almost killed me!” You said after a moment, placing a hand against your chest, where your heart was compulsively beating. “Did something happen?”

“No, no… Uh, sorry for waking you up. I was just wondering if...” He paused, touching your upper arm before massaging it, just the way he always did when he wanted something from you.

“Yeah?” Your face was half buried on the pillow, making it hard to focus on his face. You were still so sleepy.

“Can you come with me today? Please?” His voice was so low that you thought you had heard him wrong. When you didnʼt reply right away, he cleared his throat. “You donʼt have to, I just really thought it would be… nice.”

When you sensed the sudden change in his tone, you opened your eyes again and took his hand, which was still on your arm. You smiled a bit when he gave you the puppy eyes you loved so much while obviously waiting for an answer. Something was up.

“Of course I want to go.” You caressed his hand, playing with his fingers while half-smiling at him. “Can I ask why you want me to go?” It was so out of character for him to ask you something like that. He was a private person, even around his teammates. Plus, it was rare for players to have company during their training sessions.

Never, in all the years of relationship, has he ever asked you to accompany him without an actual reason.

“Well…” His eyes wandered around the room, like they were escaping yours. “You know how I’ve been struggling a bit to let myself go around the guys?” You nodded, knowing how hard it was for him to let go of his shyness out of the pitch. He was the best captain youʼd ever seen, but in reality, he was a person who loved his personal space and struggled to open up. “It’s just that… I really want to stop feeling like I’m just a bargain player thatʼll be let go next season and I won’t be missed.” You opened your mouth to refute his words, but he stopped you. “I know I’m not, but I can’t help how my brain works sometimes, so… I felt like having you with me could help.” He kissed your hand, smiling a bit. “You know you bring me peace.”

Your heart was about to stop beating from how much love you suddenly felt. Martin always said sweet things like this, and even two years into your relationship, you never knew how to get used to it. Besides, you could never say no to him.

“Then let’s get ready, or we’ll be late.” You replied, biting your lip when he jumped to his feet and almost dragged you into the bathroom.

So there you were, walking down the hallways of the training center, getting surprised looks from every single person that you encountered while heading to the pitch. As you thought, it wasn’t common for the players' partners to just hang out with them while training. They needed to be focused on the instructions, and overall, work. This was Martinʼs workplace. You felt like you were on those “bring your partner to work” type of days, which felt ridiculous. But you've got your reasons, and you’ll be standing by them for the rest of the day if your presence helped Martin feel better.

“So, where do I sit while you do your thing?” You were about to enter the actual training pitch; you could already hear some shouts and laughter from the distance.

“We have a tiny row of seats you can use; they’re the ones we use for the DT and the staff, but itʼs rare when they use them.” His free hand made its way through his hair, making it all fluffy and tousled. You resisted the urge to touch it. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just know you can leave, okay?”

“I’m not leaving.” You stopped for a moment, giving him a tiny peck. The doors were just a few feet away from you, so you let go of his hand. “I’ll be on the seats if you need me. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You watched him take off to the pitch, his back as stiff as it gets. You knew he was feeling extra nervous, despite his denials while in the car. You’d met some of his new teammates, but since you both were private individuals, it was actually the first time for the majority of his colleagues to actually meet you. Hell, maybe it was the first time for a lot of them to hear that Martin had a girlfriend at all.

Oh well.

You looked for your phone, getting ready to take some cute photos for your private folder. Not even he knew about your collection of candid photos. The best part about this day was that you were going to have a feast and no one would notice.

Once you were outside, the sun hit your eyes, making you squint a bit while you walked to the few seats near the right side of the pitch. You saw a bunch of guys from the team already warming up, chatting, and joking. You instantly spotted Martin, who was talking to Bukayo (the only guy who has been to your house and whom you properly knew at all). Martin gave you a smile just as you were sitting down, making Bukayo look in your direction. Once he recognized you, he smiled as well, waving like a little kid that just saw a friend. You giggled, returning the wave before sitting.

Close to ten guys that were near the seats shot you looks full of curiosity, like they were trying to guess if you were from the press, a streaming site, or just someone visiting.

You gave them a weird half-smile that was only reserved for awkward interactions with strangers on the street.

It went wonderfully.

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You spent around twenty minutes taking photo after photo of Martin in various states, from relaxed to red-faced due to the physical activities he was doing. Training seemed very hard, but you enjoyed it… Well, you just enjoyed seeing it.

Okay, your boyfriend looked hot while doing almost anything. Nobody can blame you for liking the view.

Now you were smiling at your phone, carefully choosing the best photos (which were most of them) to put in your folder, when a sudden shadow lurked over you. The absence of sunlight caught you by surprise.

“Hello, pretty.” You giggled, blocking your phone, putting it against your chest while looking up. Martin stared at you from above with a smirk, like he knew you were hiding something. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” You smiled when he raised an eyebrow at you. Your hands went directly to the little container full of cold water. “Water?”

He obviously noticed your efforts to distract him from your phone, but he only gave you a slight head movement before taking the bottle from you. He sat, letting a loud groan escape his mouth.

“Tired?” You asked in a playful tone, knowing that he was done with life by this point.

He took a deep breath, not looking at you for a long moment before letting his head rest on your knee.

“I know I should play it cool and pretend I’m not even tired, but I feel like I’m about to pass out.” You laugh, stroking his (sweaty) hair with a big smile. “Keep doing that, and I’ll probably fall asleep.”

“Hey! Look who’s here!” Bukayo’s voice made it impossible for Martin to actually fall asleep anytime soon. You watched him jog towards you, wearing his usual smile. “Captain’s lucky charm, nice to see you again!”

“Hi, Bukayo.” You said, returning the smile. “Lucky charm? I wasn’t aware of that title.”

“Can you guys stop it already?” Martin said, half laughing and half groaning.

“Stop what?” You asked, enjoying how his cheeks were turning slightly red.

“Oh, we’ve been joking around with that. You’re definitely his lucky charm.” Bukayo nudged his arm. “We’ve never seen this guy so happy while training in a long time. And hey, you scored like five goals today, that’s impressive.”

“I guess so…” Was the only thing that he got out of your boyfriend, who seemed to be about to pass out, but this time from embarrassment.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys alone. I’m out to the showers. See you around!”

“Bye!” You looked at Martin again, biting your lip when he avoided your gaze. “I’m going to take the risk to say that it worked, huh?”

Before he could even reply, a group of his teammates walked by, waving at both of you with smiles. You heard in the distance how one of them shouted “Bring her tomorrow!” at Martin before leaving, making you laugh even more.

“Would you mind coming tomorrow as well?” Your boyfriend asked after a few minutes, and you couldn’t help but hug him.

You loved him so much.

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melsvt · 1 year ago

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nobody's business ─ martin odegard

a life with you i wonder, can we become loves persona

summary › just a normal girl, who visites every one of the arsenal match takes the attention of the number 8!

warnings › my writing, poorly written english, not so flirty male character.

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yourusername shut up i am manifesting

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yourusername i am always so real!!

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yourbff we didn't need to know about this

yourinstagram no you have to know

user2 where is she from

yourinstagram i feel like i would be italian

user3 all of the arsenal girls are hot

yourinstagram it's ur beauty hun <3

user4 i still do wonder why odegaard and we liked this post but i am not gonna complain. she is nice and funny

mel's rant › hello, welcome. this is the first social media au i have write after a while, so i might have made some mistakes with my english writing. also, there will be probably part 2 or even part 3 because i can only put 10 pictures into 1 post and that is not enough. anyways, thanks so much for reading, a like would do soo good for my mental health. love you all, take care of yourself <3

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cowboyb1ues · 2 years ago

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hellooo, i loved your unhinged insta with kt and i was wondering if i could request unhinged insta with martin odegaard?

anyways have a great day/night and you’re gorgeous 💕💕

so. i got this ages ago and i finally felt a tiny bit of motivation to make it! Unfortunately it's not as unhinged as my other ones, but i quite like it none the less, and i hope that you will to :)

None of these photos are mine!! all of them were found on pinterest!!

Martin Odegaard x fem!reader

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-> yourusername don’t worry, martin’s mum has made me four jars so there’s enough to share

odegaard.98 still mad about that card game btw

-> yourusername it isn’t my fault that you don’t understand simple rules 🤭

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user6392 oh to spent the summer in norway with martin 😣

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bukayosaka87 happy birthday captain ! 👊🏿❤️

-> odegaard.98 thanks bro 👑

odegaard.98 love you so much ❤️

-> yourusername love you 4ever n ever 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

user1826 what book is martin currently reading?

-> yourusername finally got him hooked on steinbeck so he’s speeding through the moon is down 🤭

erling.haaland gratulerer med dagen brutti 🇳🇴

user9261 happy bday to the best captain in the world!!

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yourfriendsusername are you borrowing the book i borrowed you to martin?

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user3203 the way i desperately need to join this relationship omg!

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erling.haaland captain scoring on and off the pitch!

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user7382 not them getting a kitten!! what’s its name?!

-> yourusername ivy!! she’s the sweetest lil’ thing!

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nicolesainz · 2 years ago

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Secret love song (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader

Warnings: fluff to its core

A/N: It will be the first time I write a one shot from the male perspective and first time I write about Martin, so hope I don’t disappoint

Summary: First times are difficult. Even if that means saying three powerful words

“Come on Martin. What’s wrong with you? Just say it!” I say to myself, shaking my head, wanting to get my shit straight.

“What’s wrong man? Everything alright. You seem stressed” Ben White’s voice echoes in my ears, as I feel his arm on my shoulder.

“So it’s that apparent, huh?”

“You always are stressed but this time it looks like you’ve reached its peak. If I can help anyhow, tell me Martin”

My palms are sweaty and my throat is drying as minutes go by. This feels like torture and as I keep to myself those three little words, the more they haunt me in my sleep.

Tonight, Y/N, finally had time to attend a home game with Manchester City, as we battle for the first place in the league. The excitement I had when she broke the news, blasted all over the room.

Seeing her in the grandstands, wearing an Arsenal shirt, with my name plastered on its back, with her mesmerizing being brighter than every light in the stadium, gives me strength.

“Y/N is here today. And I think it’s finally time, Ben”

Not a lot boys from the team knew about Y/N. Only Ben, Bukayo, Aaron and Kieran. Besides Kieran, the other three had interacted with her many times whenever the England squad gathered.

And the reason I say England squad, is because she is Aaron’s sister. He was the one who introduced us at first place and from the very first night, she absolutely took my breath away.

“So that’s why you’ve been sweating as if you’ve been walking on hot sand at the Sahara.” Ben let out a small laugh, but seeing how worried I was he instantly stopped.

“Dra til helvete, rasshøl” (Fuck off, asshole) I say as I give him a slight kick.

“At this point, I know when you talk shit about me, Ødegaard. So, instead of insulting my grace, go talk to her!” He jokes around, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but clearly doesn’t.

“It’s not that easy. She’ll hate and avoid me if something goes sideways. How will I ever face her again if she shows up at more games?” I go back and forth, trying to reason myself in order to calm down.

“Hey hey hey! Look at me!” Ben held me still and shook me so I looked him in the eyes.

“From the way she talks about you, I believe that everything will be alright” Wait…what way? And how does Ben know? Does she talk about me to her brother or someone else?

“What do you mean? Spill or I’ll kick your leg even harder” I wouldn’t actually do it. It was my nerves talking. I was even more flushed and anxious right now.

“Whenever the squad meets, she always asks where you are, as if she doesn’t know that it’s only the England boys. We all tease her and then Aaron calls you out of nowhere”

That explains everything now. I’ve been receiving calls from the boys over a few Saturdays after the games, with all of them laughing and a woman’s voice in the back. It was her!

Flashback, to Valentines Day, a few months ago…

I was home alone after practice, with no one, but Netflix playing a stupid movie Erling had suggested me.

I just needed it to get my mind off. I was a coward once again. Today I had a great chance at telling Y/N how I feel and I blew it. I chickened out and left the very moment with a lame ass excuse.

“I’m so sorry. I need to rush home. My dad fell off the stairs”

My dad was in Norway, miles away from here. And was probably fishing. But she didn’t know that.

When I was almost falling asleep, my phone rings and wakes me up abruptly.

It was Aaron.

“Everything okay mate?” I say, looking at the time. It was 11 pm.

“Surely my guy. What about you? Happen to have any beautiful girl over there?” Aaron voice was dubbed by the yelling and laughing of the other England players. They were definitely all drunk.

“If he doesn’t, let’s give her to him. I’m sure they’ll get busy with one another.” Ben Chilwell screamed from the background and a woman’s voice followed.

“Find a girl first and then talk about me, Chilwell” she replied snarkily, although I couldn't understand who she was in between the loud music and shouting.

"Do you want me to pick up any of you guys? Seems like you've had a fair share of drinks, huh?" I say letting a soft sigh escape my mouth.

"Nahhh, we are just fine. Although someone definitely would want to be picked up. Hey-" and Aaron's sentence was cut in the middle as he hung up.

I shook my head disappointingly and went to bed that day, with the biggest heartache and three words ghosting over my head.

I love you

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"Let's go out there and win this. If you score a goal, dedicate a celebration to her. I am sure she will appreciate this afterwards" Ben hit me a few times on the back and pushed me forward, as the Captain of the team had to go out first.

My nerves were all over the place and very clear to everyone else too. Okay Martin. Dype åndedrag (deep breaths), like Ben said, alt kommer til å ordne seg (everything will be alright).

The fans went wild as the game started very strong with the side of City, immediately going full on attack with all their defenders marking us.

They had a few chances of scoring but thankfully Aaron deflected all of them perfectly. So far, things were going okay, but the score still was nil-nil, with the ball possession being in favour of City.

It was now a few minutes before the end of the first half and the ball was around Erling's feet. When he is about to reach the net, I kick the ball in the air and Haaland ended up falling messily on my leg.

I let out a massive yelp, holding my leg with my hands, somehow wanting to ease the pain. The referee doesn't blow the whistle, which means the game still goes on with me and Erling helping each other get up.

"Beklager, men dette kunne ikke ha skjedd på noen annen måte" (Sorry, but this couldn't have happened any other way), he says to me, reaching for my hand and picking me up.

"Been through worse. It's okay", I say back and run as fast as I can towards my teammates, who were trying to steal the ball from Walker's 'embrace'.

The first half whistle blows and it's still nil-nil. Fuck, we need to do better. I need to do better. I raise my head and my eyes immediately fall on Y/N, who has been caught staring at me, with her cheeks fully flushed and a worried look in her eyes.

To her disappointment, she can't come down to the changing rooms, so instead, in order to check on me, she points at her leg and gives me a thumbs up and down signal.

I smile shyly, with my heart fluttering, as I give her a thumbs up and a small wave, before heading back to the rooms. If only I could hug her right now and tell her that even if we lost, all I cared about was not loosing her.

"Martin, how is your leg? Can you continue or do you want me to sub? Your call." Arteta asks me looking one time in my eyes and the other down to my leg.

"I can do it, boss. No problem here" I reply to him, with a stern look taking over me.

"Please, don't gamble with your health. If you are not feeling okay, tell me." he says one more time, wanting to make sure I was fully agreeing with what I said.

"I can play. It was just at the spur of the moment. Doesn't hurt" I assure him as the ref comes up to call us back on the pitch.

He nods at me and the squad goes out for a final time this evening. We need to score. We can't give up. I shouldn't give up. I need to fight.

The only thing helping me carry on was the sweetheart going by the name Y/N, watching us from the grandstands and having every bit of her faith lying on us. Lying on me.

And the game is back on. We do better than the first half, with the possession of the ball being at our advantage. Everything is going from better to best as Martineli assist Bukayo and he scores the first goal of the night!

We all go around and hug him, as happiness can't be contained. The fans roar and wave their flags in honour of this amazing goal and Saka.

Unfortunately, City equalised a few moments later around the 83 minute, with Grealish being the surprise scorer of the match, as he avoids the defence of Saliba, Ben and Kieran and sends the ball right on the net, with Aaron being unable to react.

My eyes land on the time board. 88 minute. Shit.

I wave at Jesus to pass me the ball as I was the only one unmarked by the City players and closer to the net. There was a fifty-fifty chance I would catch the ball and be able to score. This time, I gambled and proved myself right.

I manage to get the ball my way and with a hard headshot I send the ball in the net, making it a 2-1 at exactly the end of the game! The whole stadium got up and started yelling from the explosion of happy emotions and we had won a massive derby against our biggest rivals of the season.

"You, fucking Captain Ødegaard, did this! Thank you" Ben says with a huge smile on his face turning me around and pointing towards Y/N's way, who was jumping up and down filming the whole moment. I take my chance once more and shape with my fingers a heart at her.

She pays me back with another heart, as the filming stops, whilst pointing at my name on her back, signing the number one. This, was my sign to tell her how I feel. It was now or I would forever hold peace.

After the celebration with the team, we all dress with dry clothes and head outside the stadium now that it had emptied from the crowds. Every player, run to either their family or girlfriend.

Aaron looked at me and mouthed "go talk to her", as he was walking towards his fiancée.

For some reason, I didn't feel nervous or scared. I felt confident and sure about what I was about to do. It was surely risky but I had a gut feeling, this would work out perfectly.

She looked at me as if it was only the two of us, surrounded by no one else, with her embrace fully open for me to land in. How I wish this would become my permanent safe place.

I ran up to her and gave her the biggest possible hug, I have ever shared with someone. I could feel her heart beating in sync with mine and I instantly knew, why I did love her.

I love her because she can turn ones day from bad to extremely amazing. She can make you laugh, without trying too much. Only with her wit and charm. She can create a feeling of safety with a simple touch. But most importantly, she can make you fall in love with her, with a single smile.

She doesn't have time to react after the hug, as my lips fall on hers softly. My one hand cups her cheek whilst the other is tangled up with hers. She doesn't fight me back as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate, as it was a way of saying how we both felt this entire time.

She pulls my hand and places it on the side of her heart, so I could feel how fast it beat. How fast it was beating, only for me. My lips form into a smile as we break apart and look at each other with full adoration. If I could, she would be the only person I looked at for the rest of my life.

I didn't care about any trophy or championship. If my career ended now, I wouldn't care, if it meant having her by my side.

"I love you. More than you can possibly imagine. Day and night, this was all I wanted to say but the fear of losing you, held me back" I admit to her, trying to catch my breath.

"Jeg elsker deg, Martin. And honestly, I can't love anyone more than you. It feels impossible. But I am glad it is. I never want this to change" she lands into my arms once again, this time with a soft feeling caving into my heart.

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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago

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part of the family / martin ødegaard

request: hi! I love the socmed au with martin’s sister dating haaland, I was wondering if you’re able to do something with it being in reverse? haaland’s sister dating martin. if not it’s okay! i adore your works 🥺💗

author's note: at first i was gonna do it like this!!! had read wrong the request jajsjsj hope this looks good 😭

summary: erling proves to have good aiming not only on the pitch, but off it too, when he sets up his sister with his national team captain successfully.

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user1 this is oddly specific

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erlinghaaland looks like a tomato 🍅😂

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user2 erling gave it away in february 😂

user3 matching blue 🤭 ødegaard to city 🔜

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I’ ll open my request for football players too! So send me requests for any player!

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footballerimaginess · 11 months ago

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Kissing Father Christmas

25 Days Of Christmas 16. “I saw Mummy kissing Father Christmas” Martin Odegaard Word Count: 316 Christmas was slowly approaching, your little girl Alice was so excited for Christmas. She was at the perfect age to understand Christmas a little better.

Martin was just so happy for Alice to finally understand he had decided that this was the year he was dressing up as Father Christmas. He was so excited that he had ordered the costume way in advance, so he was fully prepared for it all. "Right I have wrapped up all the presents, obviously the bike isn't being attempted because I can't wrap to save my life so I don't wanna risk that" you laughed as you dragged all of the presents in as you heard a bang. "What was that?" you jumped, as you looked back in the living room to see Martin getting dressed as Santa. "Martin, I thought someone had broken into the house you made me jump" you playfully slapped his arm. "Sorry I needed to play the part and get into the whole father Christmas part" he laughed as he pulled the white beard up. "Mm I like that look" you laughed as you pulled your phone out as you took a video of him acting as Santa when Martin moved over to kiss you whilst getting white fluff in your mouth. You heard a little noise coming from behind the door and there was someone standing at the door. "I saw Mummy kissing Father Christmas" Alice whispered as she pointed at Martin as his eyes widened. "This isn't the real Santa, nobody has ever seen him. This is just Daddy dressed up?" you pulled his beard down and Martin smiled. "Oh" Alice muttered. "You don't get to see Santa, he has to do it when you're sleeping so you don't peek at your presents" you smiled as Alice snuggled up to Martin. "So up to bed you?" you ushered her out of the room.

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Hurts so Good {Martin Ødegaard x fem!Reader}

Summary: Co-parenting your daughter with a footballer isn't always easy. Especially if there are still unresolved feelings lingering....

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Warnings: angst, children, mentions of childbirth

"No. She can't even walk yet."

"Please (Y/N). I'll carry her the whole time! I already talked to Mikel about it. And he likes the idea too. You know how special that would be for me."

Arguing with your ex-boyfriend wasn't how you had wanted to spend the time of you picking up your daughter from his house.

" Martin this isn't all about you. She's still so small. And you know how loud the Emirates gets. It would just hurt her ears and make her afraid. I don't think this is a good idea."

His sparkling blue eyes look down on you. A spitting image of those of your daughter. The eyes that were once your safe place. That were once filled with love, adoration and gentleness. Not anymore. But they still made your heart flutter just like they used to. You really needed to get yourself together.

A pleading look spread across his face and you knew he was starting to become desperate. He rarely pleaded for anything.

"She'll wear earmuffs as protection. Nothing will happen I promise. You can come along too if you want to make sure she's alright."

You can come along if you want. Not I want you to be there for me like it was before. Before everything had gone wrong. Before he had left and stomped on your heart.

You couldn't deny the hurtful tug on your heart his words had left. Tears started to well up in your eyes at the current situation. You needed to get out. Fast. But you needed to put yourself together just for a bit more. Avoiding his eyes was the way to go to not burst into tears.

"If it means that much to you to walk into the stadium with her then fine. But I'll take her as soon as you're done. It's my week anyways."

You didn't look up but you knew that a self satisfied smile graced his lips, his eyes shining bright like the ocean water on the first vacation you spent together. You stopped yourself from going even deeper into your memories.

"Amazing. Thank you. I'll give you tickets too so you can watch the game as well. Maybe catch up with some of the girls."

Giving him a tight smile and nodding you went into your daughters room in Martins house to pick her up. Your old home where you had wanted to watch her grow up together. All that a thing of the past.

Little Linnea cuddled into your neck when she was settled in your arms as you made your way outside and to your car. Martin had followed you when you were done strapping the little one in her seat.

"I'll text you all the details. See you on Saturday then?"

All you could manage again was a nod and you moved towards the drivers door, letting him say goodbye.

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Saturday came around quicker than you had imagined. Dressing up Linnea in her Arsenal kit with 'Papa' on the back made your heart hurt just that tiny bit. Looking at her now you were reminded just how much she looked like Martin. She had his crystal blue eyes and blond hair. Her dimpled smile looked just like the ones on Martins baby pictures his mum had shown you when you had visited his parents in Norway. Even her ability to laugh at every little thing reminded you of him. Everything about her did. It was as if you had given birth to Martins twin about a year ago.

But you were glad that she was. As much as your heart still hurt about losing Martin you were glad that your daughter had inherited all his good traits. She was that small wonderful part of him that you still had in your daily life.

The doorbell rang making Linnea look around curiously. You laughed and made your way to the door with her in your arms.

"This must be your Auntie Linn."

Just hearing the word Auntie made Linnea light up more. Her aunt, your best friend had been your safety net when you and Martin had broke up just a couple of weeks after Linnea was born. She had let you stay in her apartment with her and helped you take care care of your daughter. She had basically become a second mum in that time.

When Linnea saw her through the open door she already reached her arms out to get a cuddle.

"Oh hello little Linn. I missed you so so much. Mama has been keeping you all to herself hasn't she."

She peppered Linneas face with kisses which made a big belly laugh erupt from the little one. With you daughter still in her arms she made her way over to hug you.

"You still think this is a good Idea?"

When Martin had sent the information and tickets you had asked (Y/BF) to go with her. She wasn't happy with the reason why you were back at the Emirates but trusted you enough to make the right decisions for you and Linnea to not comment further on it.

She wasn't a massive fan of Martin after the breakup. He had broken your heart so he deserved to get his legs broken. Her words not yours. Your stroked Linneas cheek with the back of your hand.

“I think so yes. He took all the precautions and I trust him with her."

The topic was let go after your words. When it was finally time you made your way to the Emirates stadium. Linnea the ever curious girl that she was was looking out of the car windows to see all the people streaming into the stadium grounds.

The way to the locker rooms was still familiar to you. Having come here after every home game for years made the walk like you were on autopilot. You could see the players lining up already to get out to the stadium as Martin walked up to you with a huge smile on his face.

"Hello Kjæreste! Come to Papa."

Linnea also reached out her arms, wanting to be in his arms. He gave her kisses and held her close and you could see just how important this moment was for the two of them. He pulled the earmuffs over her little ears and turned back to you.

"Thank you for bringing her. Really. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

For the first time in a long time you gave him a sincere smile. Seeing them matching in the same kit, in the stadium Martin called his home made your heart jump.

"Of course. Just be careful with her yeah?"

"Of course I will. You can go out after us and be next to the tunnel. For pictures and stuff. I'll get her back to you as soon as we're done."

You nodded and watched as Martin walked back to his team and led them out to the pitch with your smiling daughter in his arms. The crowd went wild but Linnea seemed to take it like a champ.

You followed with the staff and stood next to the tunnel and took pictures and videos of this moment. Something you knew you would hold dear in your heart forever. After the whole procedure had gone down Martin jogged to you and handed over your daughter.

"Meet me after the match, yeah?"

You nodded and started to make your way up to the family boxes. (Y/BF) was already up there waiting for you with some of the other WAGS and kids of the other players. Most of them knew you and (Y/BF) well and some of the game and halftime was spent chatting and catching up. And Linnea enjoyed all the kisses and cuddles she got from the WAGS you knew.

New women were in the box as well, probably the girlfriends and wives of the guys that transferred to Arsenal after you and Martin had broken up. But one in particular stood out to you.

She was blonde, tall and skinny. Absolutely gorgeous. She could be a model for all you cared. She looked to be about your age, maybe a bit younger. But you couldn't place her to any of the new players.

You stopped thinking about it when Bukayo scored the 1-0 for Arsenal, the stadium going crazy with happiness. But it didn't stop there. The game ended with 3-0 for Arsenal, leaving the team exhausted but happy.

You said your goodbyes to (Y/BF), reassuring her that you'd be fine and that she didn't have to wait for you and made your way down to the tunnels with the some of the girls and kids. You couldn't wait to see Martin and apparently so couldn't Linnea as she stared to wiggle around in your arms, impatient to see her Papa again. But it looked like someone had beat you to it.

As you walked into the tunnel with the girls you stopped in your tracks. And what you saw made all the happiness of today disappear with just a blink of an eye. Tears gathered in your eyes and your aching heart started to race as you took in the scene in front of you.

Martin kissing the blonde girl from earlier in the box just like he used to kiss you when you were together.

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fallinforerling · 2 years ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊ MARTIN’S MASTERLIST

: ̗̀➛ MARTIN'S TAGLIST

: ̗̀➛ MASTERLIST

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ONE SHOTS ੈ♡˳

ೃ⁀➷ CAPTAIN'S LUCKY CHARM -Despite any anxiety he might feel, he knows your presence calms him, and his team notices. You're his lucky charm.

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kierantierney3 · 8 months ago

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hiiiiiii!!! i wanted to request a martin odegaard social media, where they are childhood friends to lovers and want to soft launch but nobody believes them because she's a very big singer or something

Thank you for your request. I miss writing for him feels like recently i’ve been writing a lot of Jude and Kt which i’m not mad about.

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ødegaard.98 Thank you 🙏🏻 ❤️

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user There is no way he pulled someone like y/n

^user Hello have you seen Martin?^

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odegaard.98 We talked about the caption?

^yourusername I wanted to change it 😘^

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^user of course you did they both did a soft launch everyone connected the dots^

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year ago

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The (only) one I love (Martin Ødegaard x Reader, ft Rúben Dias)

**After posting this Rúben imagine, I got a request to do something similar but with Ødegaard. And this is what I came up with. There is a little Rúben cameo and...he might not be that great in this story but oh well 😅 enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 2887

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Jealousy was a very bad companion. It was an irrational feeling that made people say and do very stupid things. No one wanted to feel jealous. And yet…

“You’re going to Manchester?”

“Yes. Just for the weekend”, you said, not noticing the way Martin looked at you. “It’d be fun to see everyone”.

“Sure”.

“You ok? Worried you’ll miss me too much?”, you teased.

“Yeah, that’s it”.

Even if Martin’s smile didn’t convince you fully that it was only that, you let it slide. It was true that you hadn’t spent that much time together lately but you really needed some time away to catch up with your friends and that work trip was a great option to do just that.

Your year studying abroad in Lisbon turned into a job at Benfica, which then led you to your job at City. There, your good relationship with Mikel Arteta made you take his offer of working with him at Arsenal. You were extremely happy in London but you missed Manchester. And especially, the Portuguese boys. You had already worked with Rúben when he still played for Benfica. And once at City, you became friends with Bernardo almost as easily.

The season had been a strange one for you. Arsenal were doing so well but City was always behind, ready to take any opportunity to go back to the top of the table. It was sort of ideal in a way. If Arsenal won, your team won. But if they didn’t, your former team would win. Your friends would win.

Someone who didn’t see it that way was Martin. Even if you had an unspoken rule of not dating players, once you met Martin, that rule banished. You were charmed by his personality the second you talked to him and you already thought he was really cute before meeting him in person, so…

“Let’s go to the match!”

Once you got to the stadium, it was time to separate from Martin. He had been pretty quiet on the ride to the stadium but you didn’t worry much about it. It wasn’t that unusual for him to be like that.

“Good luck, my love”, you said, kissing him and hugging him tightly. You knew how nervous he got before matches and how much your good wishes meant to him.

Despite all the silly thoughts in his mind, your hug made him relax. You were there with him. And he trusted you. There was no reason to be jealous. And yet…

Another bad result for Arsenal, while City kept winning all of their matches, meant Martin was pretty upset after the match. He loved being a captain, even if he was still so young. But bad results were harder to digest because of that extra responsibility.

He was waiting for you to be done with work, sitting inside the car, lost in thoughts of what could have been done better.

"Hey!"

Hearing your voice made him turn his body completely to hug you. You barely had time to sit down but didn't mind. Martin needed you.

"Please don't go to Manchester", he muttered against your neck.

"Why?"

He looked up realising he had said that out loud. He couldn't tell you about his jealousy. You wouldn't understand. And it wouldn't be fair to you, because you had done nothing wrong.

"I just…I need you here with me".

"I can come back a day earlier but I need to go. There's work stuff that I need to do there".

"Of course. I'm just being stupid and needy. Stay there as long as you want to".

He shook his head and got ready to drive but you took his hand to stop him.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No", he smiled. "Let's go home".

"This is ridiculous", whispered Martin, putting his phone down and his hands on his face.

"What's wrong, bro?", asked Bukayo when he saw his captain's actions.

"I'm stupid. That's what's wrong".

"You're not. Did you see something on your phone that upset you? Is your family ok?"

"Yeah, they are good, don't worry. It's just…", he didn't know how to say it without sounding silly so he took the phone and showed Bukayo.

"I don't get…oh. Don't be jealous, mate. She'd never do that".

"I know", he sighed. "That's why I feel stupid. But look at the comments".

Bukayo did and understood his teammate a bit better. So many people talking about what a great couple you and Rúben Dias made. On a previous post with photos of you two, even one of Rúben's friends commented about it…and Rúben liked the post. Martin couldn't stand it anymore. But he couldn't ask you to stop being friends with him. It wasn't fair.

By the time you got back from Manchester, Martin had convinced himself that not looking at any of your posts was the best idea. He was the type of boyfriend who always liked your posts and left some sort of comment. Even if it was just a heart emoji. So people noticed the change but he didn't care.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You didn't even have time to fully close the door before Martin got there and lifted you to hug you.

"Missed me?"

"Barely", he joked before kissing you. "I thought we could go out for dinner. But if you're tired, I can cook or order something".

"Let's order. I'm shattered. I just want to shower, put on my pajamas and cuddle with my favourite boy".

"That's a good plan", he said, smiling and pecking your lips again.

Martin's smile didn't leave his face while he walked with you to your room. But then you took your hoodie off and he saw it wasn't one he had seen before.

"Did you go shopping while in Manchester?"

"No. Why? Did you expect a souvenir?"

He laughed at your joke, still looking at the hoodie. "Where did this come from then?"

"Rúben", you said, casually. "I was clumsy enough to get sauce on my jacket so he gave me his hoodie to wear".

"That's nice of him".

You smiled at your boyfriend before getting inside the shower, not seeing his face. Not guessing all the thoughts that were going through his mind at that moment.

The weeks passed and it was time for Martin's most dreaded match. City at the Etihad.

"Hello traitor", he heard someone say when he was on his way to the dressing room. And he knew that voice.

When he turned to look at Rúben, he saw you hugging him and laughing. He would have stared for hours but a slap on his back woke him up from his daydreaming of how he could murder a Portuguese defender.

"Hey, good to see you", said Erling.

"Yeah, same".

But Martin kept looking in your direction and Erling noticed.

"Who's that?"

"My girlfriend".

"Right…I heard about her. She used to work here".

Martin nodded, hearing your laugh he loved so much but that he couldn't enjoy now because of who was the reason you were laughing.

"I better go. Good luck".

"Good luck to you too".

Martin started to walk faster and you noticed him leaving without getting his good luck hug.

"I need to go. See you later", you told Rúben before sprinting after your boyfriend.

The door to the dressing room closed behind him and you knew you couldn't get inside. The players knew you and probably wouldn't mind but you wanted to respect their privacy. So when you saw another player walking towards the door, you knew it was your best chance.

"Aaron, can you tell Martin to come out for a second?"

"It's time for the coach's talk but then we'll go out again to warm up".

"Yes, but I need to go to work myself and I have to tell him something important…".

"Ok".

Checking your phone you noticed you couldn't wait there longer than 5 minutes. But luckily, the door opened again and it was Martin who got out.

"Hey, I didn't get to wish you good luck".

"No, you were too busy".

"What does that even mean?"

"I have to go back inside. The captain can't miss the team talk".

"Are you mad at me?"

No, he was mad at himself.

"Martin…".

"We'll talk later".

None of you could concentrate well on your jobs after that. And every city goal only made the situation worse.

After the match, a lot of City players surrounded their former teammate Zinchenko. But you were surrounded only by two City players, Rúben and Bernardo.

"Who's going to win the league, then?", laughed Bernardo. You had been joking about it all season.

"I don't care", you said and they were surprised by the way you reacted.

"Don't be a sore loser", said Rúben, putting his arm around your shoulders. And when you looked up, you saw Martin looking at you two. And finally, finally, you understood why he behaved the way he did sometimes. Why he had behaved the way he did before the match.

Focusing on work was the best option for you and that's what you did. By the time you got to the plane, you hadn't talked to Martin and you planned on doing that when you got home. The last thing you needed was to make a scene in front of your bosses.

"Are you going to talk to me or just acting like a child is enough for you today?"

"You don't get it".

"I do, Martin. I do now. You're jealous of Rúben, which is the stupidest thing…".

"Is it stupid? Ask him if it’s stupid! I trust you but I don't trust him at all".

"So I can't be friends with men then?", he was being so ridiculous…you couldn't believe it. He wasn't like that normally.

"You're friends with my Arsenal teammates and it's fine. You're friends with Silva too and it's fine. But Dias…he likes you. Don't deny it".

"If you trusted me as much as you say you do, that wouldn't matter".

Martin noticed you didn't deny his claim. And he really hoped you would.

"I do, but it's hard. Put yourself in my shoes for a second".

Seeing his defeated look took some of your anger away. So you took his hand and walked with him to the sofa so you could sit and talk.

"Why is it hard? Explain it to me".

And so he started to name all the things that had made him jealous in the past, worried you'd laugh at him.

"And then they have to play against Madrid and you want them to win too, writing about it on social media".

"So? Why can't I support City in the Champions League? I won't next year when you play it".

"I played for Madrid. People talked about how my girlfriend was talking about wanting them to lose".

"They treated you like shit. People can't expect me to like them…".

"I guess", he sighed.

"What else?"

"Do you read the comments on your posts?"

That surprised you. Did he? You never did because being a woman in a male centric industry meant you got a lot of abuse on social media. So the best thing you could do was ignore all comments.

"No, why?"

"So you don't see how people ship you and Rúben every time you post about the other or when you interact in the comments"

"That's so stupid. I post a lot with Bernardo too. Why don't they ship me with him then?"

"He's in a relationship".

"So am I".

"Yeah…they don't care about that, apparently".

"Do you get comments about it?"

He nodded, picking up his phone and going to the last photo of you he posted. You read the comments and couldn't believe it. All the cheating accusations under your comment were bad enough. But all those comments about you and Rúben being a better couple…

"You should have told me earlier".

"And look like the idiot I am? I told you, I trust you. But it can be too much. He's taking my league title but he can't take you too".

"He won't".

You understood. And most importantly, you believed him when he said he trusted you.

After your talk, you two cuddled on the sofa. He needed you to be there for him and you needed to reassure him.

Between the match, the travelling and your argument, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. You moved him gently so his head could be on your lap and took your phone out and took a photo of him. He looked adorable.

Because of the argument, you hadn't had time to go through Instagram after the match. And you didn't know why, but you felt the need to go to your tagged photos.

One of the first you saw was of you and Rúben hugging. A City fan page had posted it and Rúben liked it. You were about to move to the next when the caption caught your attention.

"Please City, bring her back to the team so these two can be together. Dream couple! 😍"

Rúben like that? You definitely needed to talk to him but you couldn't tell Martin. He didn't need to see more comments like that. He was right when he said it was too much. You could only imagine how painful it would be to see those types of posts about him and another woman.

Looking down at him, you felt the need to do something. And so you opened the Instagram app again and posted the photo you took of Martin sleeping with his head on your lap on your stories.

"The (only) one I love 💕"

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nicolesainz · 2 years ago

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Footloose (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader (Erling Haaland’s sister)

Warnings: extreme fluff

Summary: She’s on the way to her school dance, with no parter along. Martin has an obstacle standing in his way. But he is willing to go through it, just for a dance with her.

Special dedication to my besties @freedaxf1+ Jo

“Let me see you baby sis, come on!” Erling shouts from downstairs, as I apply my final layer of lipstick. I take a deep breath and put on my heels, before going down the stairs carefully.

Whilst I make my way down to the hall, I can feel my brother’s and mother’s eyes following my path, pictures being taken of me and the awkwardness kicks in.

Suddenly, a third figure catches my eye, even though his were already glued on me. My brother’s best friend and Norway teammate, Martin, was a part of my life for a long time. He’s two years older than my brother but five years than me.

The age gap was never an obstacle for me to be attracted to him. He was my first love, he still is, considering I refuse to look at another man, or a man at me. Martin was always more mature than my brother, more sensible and thoughtful.

He would always ask me if I wanted to join them in a game of football or attend one of their matches, to which Erling would always respond “I don’t think she’d be interested in that” or “It’s boys time now, mate. We’ll hang out with her later”.

Martin was smart enough to notice the frown in my face and disappointment in my eyes. In between his games or whenever he found an excuse to leave the room, he would always come up to me and apologize. Even if we spent five minutes together, they meant a lot to me.

“Oh my Kjære, you look breathtaking! A proper lady. Erling, take the pictures, I need a minute” my mother mumbles in between her cries and sniffs.

My brother holds his phone up and snaps multiple pictures of me. Only in those pictures I don’t look once in the camera. My eyes are locked with Martin’s and I feel like the world has stopped for a brief moment.

Martin was always a man I looked up to. He surely is the fierce, powerful and restless captain of Arsenal, but I know him as the sweet, tender and humble Norwegian, that would always help me, even if that meant fighting with Erling afterwards.

His tongue swiped across his lips, wetting them and making my heart beat a little faster than usual. I have to admit that he was the most handsome boy I’ve met in my life. No man is perfect but for him, I will make an exception.

“Okay, stop the lovey dovey eye talk you two. Her boyfriend is coming soon” Erling says and in seconds Martin’s head spins with a shocked look in his eyes. I almost fell down the stairs but I thankfully manage to steady myself on the handle next to me.

“Are you alright Y/N? You’re not hurt, are you?” Martin’s eyes were a mixture of concern and jealousy at the same time. He quickly moved to my side, holding my hand firmly.

“I’m okay. Saved by the bell. Tusen takk, Martin. And what are you saying? What boyfriend?” I ask my brother, trying to understand the theory created in his head.

“The guy who was yesterday with you, while I was picking you up? Isn’t he your boyfriend? You looked pretty close” I could feel Martin’s eyes glued to my lips, hanging from them, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t know if anyone has fouled you at the head but no. He is Jason and my best friend, who surely isn’t into women” my brother was silenced and a soft breath escaped Martin’s mouth.

“So, you’re going to the final dance alone? No date?” My mother said, with a concern drawn all over her eyes as if this is the end of the world.

“My friends will be there. We are going to have some fun and then I am coming back home” I reply bluntly, trying to hide my sadness and disappointment.

If I could have a dance partner tonight, I’d love for him to be the blonde Norwegian, whose hand is on my wait, holding me still, and causing a million little sparks to fly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t know. If there’s anything I can do to make your night better tell me and I will do it in a heartbeat” Erling comes up to me and wraps us into a big hug, one that he doesn’t often give to anyone, but I am the exception.

“We will take you there. It’s on our way to the pitch, so we can also pick you up quicker” he continues while picking up his car keys and looking at my mom, whose eyes were still very red fro crying.

I went up to her and gave her a big hug. Eve though attending this prom was never in my original plans, I do it for her. She couldn't attend her school dance, because she got pregnant with my brother. I love her too much to let this opportunity go to waste.

"I hope you have a wonderful time min elskede. This is your night. And who knows, maybe a prince will come along the way. Be careful and take loads of pictures. Jeg elsker deg" she softly says, caressing my curls that were falling all the way down to my elbows.

"Come on princess, before your carriage turns into a pumpkin with me and Martin into mice" My brother whines, while honking loudly enough to disturb the neighbourhood.

"Slutt å være et rasshøl" (stop being an asshole). I hear Martin complain to Erling, as he was clearly being very annoying at the moment.

On our way to my school, I play with all my rings that are hanging from my fingers, while Martin's eyes are roaming all over my body, scanning my every move and little detail on my outfit. I refused to look up, so our eyes would lock, but even the feeling on me, caused a thousand little tingles on my heart.

When I finally looked up, so I could tell my brother where to stop, my eyes fell on Martin's, who was still looking at me through the mirror at the front. A smile was formed on his lips and so on mine. It wasn't awkward in the slightest. It was like a conversation between us, where he mouths at me 'You look incredible'

"Okay missy. We have arrived. A few rules, so we get things straight. No drinking. No smoking. No running behind boys. No weird danced that I may see by accident on insta. But most of all, do not bring along anyone afterwards unless it's one of your girlfriends"

"You sound worse than dad. I will be fine, Erling. You guys will be less than fifteen minutes away from here. If I need anything I will ring you up. Martin, can you go and escort her? I seriously don't need to go back there"

"Of course. Unless Y/N, doesn't want me to, then I won't pressure her"

"It's okay. I truly don't mind. Better than the beast of a brother I have. He will take all the attention away and people will start to gossip"

"I love you too, lillesøster" Erling flashes me an ironic smile before I open my door.

"Aldri sagt at jeg gjorde det" (Never said I did), I reply, with a soft laugh escaping Martin and earning a death stare from my brother.

Martin offered me his hand and I held it firmly, so I could walk up the stairs, without tripping on my dress. Holding his hand was like a hundred butterflies hovering on my stomach and throat. I felt safe, even if that was for a few minutes.

As we reached the top, Martin's fingers were fixing my hair messed by the wind and skimmed through my skin softly. The lightest touch of his could make my knees go weak for him. He doesn't know the effect he has on me.

Our faces are very close to each other's and my entire body is shaking. I can't possibly take my eyes from him. I take every chance I have to cherish his presence, when he is not back in London. Seeing him on the television screen, doesn't compare to his real life grace. He is simply majestic and I hate myself for loving him this much.

"Nyt denne kvelden, min favoritt. Du vil være den vakreste jenta der inne" (Enjoy your night, my favourite. You will be the most beautiful girl in there). Martin whispers in my ear, before landing an unexpected kiss on my cheek. My whole face had turned scarlet red and I thought my heart would run miles to find his after that. We were very close, but not in a million years I thought that my first kiss, even if it was on the cheek, would be by my lifelong crush.

"Thank you. I appreciate it very much. I hope the game goes well tonight and you win. I will root from afar!" If I could drag him inside with me, I certainly would do. And if I wasn't afraid of his reaction.

In the face of the angry, pained, harsh Arsenal captain that everyone knew, I saw a man that I would do everything to have. A loving, heartfelt, adoring man.

Martin's hands drop mine slowly, hesitating and waves me goodbye before going back into my brother's car. I find it very unfair that I can't spend my night with him.

Once I open the gates and witness the beauty of the stadium, my eyes fall on all my friends who were dancing with their boyfriends. Stephanie notices me and excuses herself from her beloved one, before making her way towards me, wrapping her arms around me.

"I am so glad you decided to come! If you didn't, I would start ringing your bell until you hates me. My goodness, you look amazing. Oh my, Y/N!" Stephanie showers me with compliments and I repay her with the same gift. She shows me where we are supposed to sit and I see Jason on the table, alone, looking at his crush, who is on his phone, equally alone.

"Hey Jace. You look great. I am sorry for being late" I greet with a smile and give him a hug. I can hear him sighing loudly, clearly disappointed at tonight.

"At least now I am not entirely alone. You look very nice by the way!" he says, still looking away from me an focusing on a few tables afar. I feel so bad for him, because I can understand the position he is in.

I have to help him. If it can't be me who is happy tonight, at least let it be Jason who is. And he deserves to be happy, I know that he has chances with that boy and that the feelings are mutual.

"Can I give you a piece of advice? And if you want follow it. I am sure though that it will help you with the situation” I caress Jason’s back, trying to calm his down, as his whole body is tense, seeing that the man is about to leave.

“Go and talk to him. He’s been waiting for you. Trust me. It will be okay. I’m sure things will turn out the way you like them” I flash him a smile, while he’s grinning innocently, afraid of being embarrassed and things going south.

“I’ll change name and country if this fails. But I’m still taking you with me, even if this is your plan. I need someone and you’re the only who tolerates me”

“I don’t tolerate you Jason, you’re my friend. And I want the best for you. So for this once, trust me. I’ll be here waiting”

“I love you so much to be mad at you, no matter what” I said before leaving in a rush, trying to catch the man who would have been his possible date.

I plumped on my seat and watched everyone dancing with their partners during very slow romantic songs that made my heart melt. It was a sight for sore eyes. I went on my Instagram to scroll a bit through the stories. Everyone had posted the ballroom, so I decided to snap a few pic too.

It didn’t bother me that I didn’t have a boy to dance with. It bothered me that I couldn’t be with a certain boy. Other girls at the pitch were probably flirting and cheering for him, old friends of theirs and I was in a long blue dress, unable to go anywhere, thinking I’d be considered crazy if I walked all the way from the school up to the field.

Scrolling accidentally to my first story, didn’t help either as Martin’s face popped up and the unease inside me grew bigger. I probably have more pictures of Martin than I have of me or my brother and friends.

I decided to shut down my phone and just let myself enjoy the slow music. It was peaceful and thanks to my luck, Jason was seeing leaving with the guy he was eyeing since forever. He waved me goodbye and mouthed ‘thank you, I owe you’

I waved both of them and made the heart symbol with my fingers. Mission accomplished as they say. At least someone got what they desired tonight.

As I was about to make my way towards my friends who were telling me to come on the dance floor, my phone clung and the name I so badly desired appeared on my screen.

Martin: having fun? do you need anything?

If I could, I’d say ‘please come, pick me up and simply take me with you’ but that would have too much so instead, I played it cool. Well, as much as I could.

Me: not a fun fest, but decent.

Martin: Do you need me to come around?

Me: What? No. Don’t waste your time. Go and play. I’ll be fine.

Martin: No way. I’m coming there. Stay inside so you don’t get cold.

Me: I’ve told you I’m okay. Erling will blame me for whining. We will talk later.

Martin: Too late. Already on my way. Stay inside.

Why was he doing this? Why would he drop his game just to pick me up, when he could have easily told me to go get a taxi or ask mom to take me?

Because Martin isn’t that type of person. Because he actual cares about you. He isn’t a simple man who won’t give the slightest attention. He is willing to give you the world, but you simply don't know it yet.

I walked towards the door, before I saw Stephanie, looking weirdly at me, asking where I was going. I told her that I was going to leave and asked me if I needed anything from her. I thanked her for tonight and making an effort to cheer me up.

As I was about to open the gates, a rushing and sweaty Martin came up to me, with an angry looking in his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to stay inside?" he took my hand and led us outside, covering me with his jacket, so I couldn't get cold.

"I was just about to go out. Nothing would have happened. Relax" I say in an annoyed tone, clearly not wanting to sound as mean as I did.

"Fuck, Y/N, you never know. I was just being careful and thoughtful towards you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you"

"Tell that to yourself, because now you are getting sick, being all sweaty and without wearing a jacket. Are you insane?"

"I don't care about me. I know how to handle the cold in those situations. All I want is for you to be safe, but you are making it very difficult for me"

"Why Martin?"

"What why? Are you seriously asking me why I care about you?"

"Yes. Yes I am. Why are you always taking my side, instead of my brother's? Why are you always willing to let me join your games, when I know shit about football? Why are you always coming to my aid when I've let myself be alone?"

"Because, my dear, you have always been kinder than anyone else. You have been my angel on earth. In denial. In denial of my love towards you. In denial that someone can love you. And especially someone like me who is presented as coldhearted, mean and selfish"

I felt the earth stop spinning and my heart thumping against my chest so hard, I thought it was about to burst out, with Martin's name carved on top of it. Did he actually admit being in love with me? The Martin Ødegaard? My Martin?

"Y-you l-lo-love m-m-me?" the words barely came out of my mouth. I was stunned and I think starstruck but what had just happened.

"Jeg elsker deg som om det ikke finnes noen morgendag. Jeg elsker deg som om jeg kan ta på stjernene og gi dem til deg. Jeg elsker deg så høyt at jeg dedikerer hver eneste målfeiring til deg, mens verden ser på oss." (I love you as if there is no tomorrow. I love you as if I can touch the stars and gift them to you. I love you this much to dedicate every of my goal celebrations to you, with the world watching us.)

I felt tears escaping my tears and falling down to my wet lips. I couldn't stop smiling for a single second. This was all that I wanted.

"You don't know, how long I had been wanting to hear those words. And I would have waited for you as much as necessary. Whether that was weeks, months or years, I would have waited for you and loved you unconditionally. Because, I love you too Martin."

I got picked up by him and held in his tight hug. The sweetest most amazing hug I have ever received. This felt like a dream coming true. Like magic.

He closed the gap between us with a soft kiss, full of every emotion I had felt for Martin and every emotion he had felt for me. His lips connected perfectly with mine, dancing along and not letting each other apart.

He put me down and put his hands on me cheeks, holding me firmly and deepening the kiss even more. We both refused to let each other go now that we found wonderland. I felt Martin mumbling in between the kisses:

"I am going to kiss and love you for forever. You are truly my favourite person on this planet"

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