#martin ødegaard x y/n

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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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[kierantierney3]

Masterlist

Alejandro Garnacho

Birthday post

Supporting

Couple goals

FA cup

Kieran Tierney

First holiday

Supporting each other

Christmas

Key moments

Best friends to lovers

Long distance

Halloween

Pregnancy announcement

Wedding

Soft launch

Date nights

Scotland

Pedri

Jealous boy

Obsessed

End of an era

Gavi

End of an era

Ruben Dias

Teammates sister

Summer break

Simp

Break up?

Ben Chilwell

Rivals

Martin Ødegaard

Pregnancy announcement

Norway

Injury

Arsenal player

Secret girlfriend

Lovers part 2

Simp

Funny story

Singer

Childhood friends

Kai Havertz

Father’s day

Expecting

Joao Felix

Chelsea

Long distance

Mason Mount

Soft launch part 2

Birthday post

Step dad

Relationship milestones

Break up?

Chelsea to United

New man?

John Stones

Soft launch

Step dad

Jude Bellingham

Same place at the same time

Kitten

Arsenal

Matching outfits

Birthday

Father’s day

Break up- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

[oh-saints]

Hello!! Love how you write angst, could you maybe write a one shot for either mason mount or martin ødegaard, where you have been dating for a couple of years and suddenly he starts being nervous around reader and she thinks that he is going to ask her to move in but he breaks up with her because he starts thinking that she should be with someone that can give her all their time and not being in the spotlight and then idk ajajajaj

Maybe they call them when they are drunk or they get hurt in a match and they call her or something where they hace to face each other or something

Omg this is long ajajajajaj hope you like my idea and it inspires you to write something, I know anything we got from you will be nice :)

hi nonny!! sorry it's only now i can write this request of yours. i hope i'm not too late? ;-)

but since i'm writing an angst-y series for mason, here may i present you something for our favourite young captain that i've been working on the past week...

ghost

it’s true what people say when they tell you to wrap up your unfinished business first. you’re just too blind to see the big, fat ass flag that’s waving as red as your boyfriend’s kit.

martin ødegaard x you tw: insecurity + cheating wc: 3.3k note: this is just a fiction ok i'm just in the mood to make devil out of everyone lolol this actually hits a bit too close to home but I need to let it out, so here we are. I don’t support cheating whatsoever btw, so remember to break it up good first things first 😉but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet. songs: almost is never enough - nathan sykes, ariana grande & midnight rain - taylor swift

“are you engaged or something that I don’t know of?”

it wasn’t often your best friend paid you a call, considering her florist business was thriving and all and they were now rather short-staffed. so when her name flashed over the screen of your phone, you didn’t think twice to excuse yourself out of your office to pick up her call.

but you didn’t think she’d fire you that question. sure, you’d been dating your boyfriend since the early days of his arrival to the north side of london and things had been going stable between you two. sure, you’d talked about the more serious part of your relationship, such as what if you both get married and all. but that was it—none of you discussed more than that, what ifs.

you wouldn’t turn down the opportunity if given, though.

“uh, no? why are you asking?”

“shit,” your friend muttered under her breath. “promise me, first. don’t tell him it comes from me, okay?”

the more your friend gave you disclaimer like that, the more your heart’s palpitation grew rapid. “as if I’d throw my best friend under the bus.”

she laughed at your lame attempt to hide your nervousness. your voice tended to reach an octave higher when you did so. “martin ordered so many peonies for the weekend.”

peony is your favourite flower, you’d told martin that a long while ago—to which martin utilised the information for every of your anniversary bouquet, along with every time your birthday came up. but he never orders for peony on ordinary days because he thinks it defeats the purpose of presenting you everything special on particular days.

and this weekend was the last game of the season, a mark to officially begin your summer break, which is always the time you both look forward to because in between martin’s constant flying schedules and your 9-5 hectic schedule, it’s always nice to have one or two week(s) secluding yourself from the entire world, spending day and night only with your boyfriend.

you had to take a deep breath to slow down your pounding heart. can it be?

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

see you on the weekend, baby.

martin wasn’t supposed to be smiling this wide. he wasn’t even supposed to smile at all. because despite the sweet moniker, the sender wasn’t his own girlfriend of a little more than two years. worse, the sender had even been deprived of every right to call him by endearments since that painful moment she broke up with him, right when he informed her that there was a better opportunity for him in london.

logically, he was supposed to hate her with all his might—how could he stand someone who didn’t support his growth and development as a young football player? how could he stand someone who only crawled back to him when he was now an up-and-coming name in the football world?

logically, he was supposed to come back home straight from the training ground instead of ordering a bunch of flowers for the next time he met her. why did he feel obliged to bring her a handful of flowers? where did this feeling come from?

martin wasn’t one to understand flowers, anyway. he only bought flowers for special occasions, and that was also because he’d gotten the information yourself about your favourite flower. so why was he purchasing something he didn’t possess the knowledge of, to begin with?

but logic seemed to have escaped the most level-headed person under mikel arteta’s team since the ghost of his past decided to appear before him last week.

“martin, you should know that I’m very sorry for what I’ve done,” she started explaining, and the moment she reached for martin’s hands over the table was the moment his resolve crumbled apart. “I wasn’t thinking straight and I was too foolish to want you all for myself. but I’ve grown up, for you, so that I can be someone you need by your side.”

martin should naturally ask for an evidence, or anything to convince him that she had indeed become better for him, had turned into someone she believed he needed. martin should ask what she had become—could she be like you, the one who put shattered pieces of him together and glued him back to his old self?

martin should prove it himself if this very lady in front of him, who’d inflicted more pain than logically accepted, was a better fit to be his other half than you. hell, martin should’ve even proved it himself that she was no better than you, period. so why did his hand now get tangled with hers, reciprocating the light squeeze she gave him over the table?

why did he think she deserve at least a chance to explain herself?

ironic, really, when his gaffer picked martin to be the captain of his team himself solely for martin’s extraordinary football iq.

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landed! can’t wait to see you! xx where are you?

“martin, baby,” martin jumped in his place, his phone almost fell off his hands, as the sultry voice he loved—and he discovered that he still loves it all the same—tried to lure him back to bed. “what are you doing? come back here,”

the pristine white sheet of the hotel slid down her chest as she sat up, beautiful in between the mess he made of her—her now-tangled hair, purple spots down her neck and chest, red marks down her arms and thighs—and martin’s heart broke into two. one at the revelation at how much he’d missed this sight of her, the other at the fact he needed to leave this behind because he still had you to come back to.

you, who’d been waiting for him at the airport for two hours now, because he forgot about picking you up from your business trip. something he never did during the time you both spent together.

you, who would be waiting for him in his house later, ready to spill everything you went through during your business trip, because you know martin was a good listener and never a judgemental one. because you know martin would always have your back.

you, who had loved him before his name, who have loved him through the calm and the storm of a football season, who always love him no matter wins or loses, and who promises to always love him through thins and thicks.

something came up at the training ground. I’m sorry I can’t pick you up myself.

martin’s heart plopped down the plush carpet as he pressed send, for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge right now. not when a pair of arms managed to snake its way to his waist, eliminating the distance between martin and her in no time and they were now skin to skin, and good lord, was it not satisfying to have no barrier between them.

martin’s heart plopped down to the deepest part of hell, perhaps, when he felt his phone vibrated in his hand—the one that wasn’t busy moulding his body to fit the vixen in his arms—and saw the immediate response you replied him with.

alright, good luck with that. see you at home! xx

you, whose love martin had betrayed. consciously so.

“do you still love her?” was the question the woman martin believed as siren incarnated, fired off as soon as she saw him dressing up, ready to leave her behind in this luxury confinement they called five-star hotel.

brave, martin got to give her that. it was the very question martin kept asking himself as he laid awake last night, facing the ceiling while listening to the sound of her gentle breathing, tickling against the skin just an inch from his pecks. her flimsy finger was ghosting yet so palpable, just like your existence—resting there waiting to be acknowledged, like the elephant in the room.

funny how it was his favourite position of yours since the first night you slept together, for it reminded him of her touch, the very touch he’d lost because she was a selfish human being.

yet, martin was currently the one selfish beyond possible combination of words.

but somehow, martin was even braver for responding her when he himself wasn’t sure he could answer his own question.

“I’d be lying if I say I don’t, søta,” he donned his jacket before he leaned down, claiming her lips once more—for what, he didn’t know. to satisfy himself? to soothe the impending thirst that’d been building up unknowingly since she left him? to boost his confidence and justify himself that he was about to do the right thing? “and probably a part of me always will.”

the woman frowned in the way martin was supposed to hate her—she was the reason he’d grown to hate frowny, clingy women—but instead, he shot down a well-placed kiss that she reciprocated in the same fervour, obvious to tell him that she didn’t like sharing. her hands pulled him down further the bed, trying to lull him back to her arms, just like siren personified, and martin laughed in between their heated exchange.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“what if you never come back?” the woman refused to let go of him, hugging him tightly like a koala to his tree. “what if you suddenly realise you love her more?”

“it’s clear to see I don’t love her that much anymore, no?” martin swept the brown locks that reminded him of milky chocolate fondue. sweet, silky, smelt as nice as it looked, as he plucked off one of the peony petals he’d showered her with. “not enough to make me stay with her, anyway.”

martin even surprised himself by saying such words. he didn’t know he was capable of that, he didn’t know how he could have it in him. but if he thought that was surprising, he certainly wouldn’t hold a candle against himself for the things he did—or maybe, had done—to you.

you, whose entire world martin shattered. consciously so, since the moment you parted yourself from the embrace you enveloped him with but whose warmth wasn’t returned.

“what’s wrong?”

he knew it wasn’t easy. it was never easy to be with you since the very beginning anyway—you gathering his broken pieces, you swiping off all of his insecurities and assuring him that you’d wait for him till he wiped off all traces of her, you hiding off your identity so you wouldn’t drag him down in any way possible—but martin didn’t expect them to be very difficult, disclosing all his sins and admitting his faults.

admitting she wasn’t the only one in his heart.

worse, admitting she was never the only one since the start.

“was the emergency that bad at work?”

martin wanted to scream at her, telling her off that she wasn’t supposed to think the better of him, not after everything he’d done to her and their relationship. martin wanted to scream at her, telling her to be the bad guy for once for putting herself first. martin wanted to scream at her, telling her to live happily without him because she didn’t deserve him.

“don’t look at me like that, martin,” your eyes were as clear as always, and martin’s heart broke once more for you and every of the emotions displayed in your eyes. you were scared of him, of how cold he was being around you, and martin’s heart broke because you had been nothing but warm to him. “what’s wrong?”

you didn’t look any different to him at that moment, still lovable and looked very much like his, in every sense of the word. yet he was no longer yours, in every sense of the word. that was what went wrong.

“nothing,” martin acted the way the word implied. martin acted like nothing was wrong, as he kissed the top of your head and slid his hand into yours. “how was your trip?”

“I just wish you were there,” other days, your words would warm him up—the way your presence always succeeded to—but today, as you didn’t grasp back his hand, you meant every single word that escaped your mouth. “too bad, you know?”

too bad, indeed, my love. what if you stayed? what if she wasn’t here? martin thought inwardly as he poured the risotto he was making.

too bad, indeed, my love. because you’re gone already the moment you come home. you thought inwardly as you received the only dish he’d serve you by far because cooking had always been your thing.

too bad, indeed, as the risotto started turning as cold as the long withstanding iceberg in the form of white marble countertop separating you two. too bad, indeed, as the risotto was beyond salvageable even if you tried resurrecting it with every kind of heat earth could produce.

but neither of you moved, so different to the silent dance you both had been doing around the room. yet everything around you two was as loud as obnoxious bunch of drunkards watching the netflix show playing in your living room.

“you know I love you, right?”

the deep breath he let out indicated everything but, and you had never felt so alone in a room full of him. you were left alone, behind a four-wall full of him—his scent, his words, his voice—with nothing but abundance of confusion in your hands. it was, more often than not, your job to declare you love to him, instead of the other way around like this, so what changed?

“I love you,” yet martin couldn’t look straight into your eyes. “but I’m sorry.”

the confusion in your eyes were still evident and martin’s heart broke for you once more because he knew you didn’t deserve any of this. of him, of what he did, of how he’d been treating you. a small doubt crept in for a millisecond—what if he could fix this?—but he buried them down once more because you deserved this from him, an ending as respectable as you are.

“I love you too.”

no, no, you don’t get to say that. you’re not supposed to say that. you were supposed to throw him a thousand questions why he said sorry to you, contradicting his rather fake declaration of love for you.

“I forgive you.”

martin’s head had never snapped that fast, this time it was him that couldn’t hide his bewilderment. of all scenarios he had in his head, what you just did was never in his card. “you don’t know what I did.”

“I don’t care,” you squared your shoulders, and martin knew you meant your words then. you were so full of love and compassion, and it was why martin decided to forget her to be with you, but now martin wanted to run away for how hard life had come to bite his ass. “I love you. I forgive you.”

“I slept with another person,” and he noticed the slight tremble on those strong shoulders that overcame you. there, he needed that. he needed you to know, to feel, to see reality. “I cheated on you. I want to say that I’m sorry every time and every chance I can but I can’t. I’m sorry.”

you had gone through the worst obstacles there was on this earth—tower of terror, skydiving at palm jumeirah, being struck by lightning. you had gone through even worse obstacles—you’d seen your parents divorced before your eyes, you’d seen your friend took his life in front of you. yet nothing was as painful as the joke martin just threw in your face. you could even brave yourself for a guillotine if given the chance.

anything but the lemon your boyfriend just handed over your open wound. clean-cut and straight to the point.

“you said you love me.”

“I do,” martin replied immediately, as if he was sure of it. as if he was sure that loving you was the right thing to do when he’d just committed the wrong thing to do. “that’s why I’m sorry I did what I did.”

“with who?”

“you don’t want to know who.”

but with martin’s answer, it didn’t take you another second to figure out the woman in question. and you regretted asking immediately because you knew it’d be better if you didn’t know. you could even truly forgive him for what he did, as long as it wasn’t her. knowing who the partypooper was always a better option, because not being able to place a face to a name was always better.

but now you knew about it, and you didn’t have time to save your fragile heart from a heavy rain of sharp knives, endlessly stabbing your open wound to enlarge it even more, giving space for another knife to launch itself to a bleeding heart. you didn’t have time to hide your pain, as tears slowly escaped your eyes.

“why?” you gathered every of your remaining energy to sound brave as you faced your losing battle. “what did I do wrong?”

you needed to know because you’d been doing only the right thing. nothing less than perfect for your boyfriend.

martin wanted to know too because you’d been nothing short of what he needed.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself when martin didn’t give you a response, then you gathered yourself again as you reciprocated his strong gaze. as best as you could anyway. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t enough—”

“no, no—”

“tell me what I can do to fix this, martin,” you pursed your lips, holding back the tears left unshed. “we can still fix this. just… please don’t leave me.”

“please don’t do this…” martin sighed because while he knew you’d always fight for what you believe in, he didn’t know it would bring him a big boomerang instead. “I’ve hurt you. staying with me will hurt you more and that’s the last thing I want for you.”

but that was the last straw for you, the look on his face. he spared you a look of sympathy, an emotion you rather detested because you weren’t a charity case. so you cried, this time not because of the lost cause in your relationship. you cried for yourself, because while you were displaying your desperate frustrations to amend the broken bridges, you addressed such wave of emotion to the wrong person.

“what did I do wrong?”

“it’s not you,” martin wanted to hug you—he still hated seeing you cry—but he knew it wasn’t his place anymore to comfort you. he’d deprived himself of the exclusive right in lieu of another set of different luxurious rights. “it’s never your fault.”

but martin never said it was his, either.

[footballlover8]

Ben Chilwell x fem!Ødegaard!reader

Summary: It's Norway's national day and he sees her in her bunad for the first time. He's just like 'wow' because she looks breathtaking.

Warnings: Swearing?

Note: English is not my native language. This is unedited

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"Are you ready love?" Ben's voice echoed through the house her family owned.

"Yeah two seconds" She yelled back, finishing off her Bunad

(That’s the one she’s wearing)

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, she loved wearing it. It was so unique and quite comfortable, the only thing she absolutely hated was the Bunad shoes. She always carried chafing patches in her purse just in case.

She walked downstairs where Ben was waiting for her, her family had already gone into the city to chat with friends and families, as well as watching the different parades that filled the streets.

Once she reached the bottom of the stairs Ben looked at his beautiful girlfriend. She looked absolutely stunning. How could one look like that.

"You look absolutely gorgeous darling" He spoke walking up to her smiling like a fool.

“Like actually sweetheart, You look so beautiful. I didn’t know you would look this good” He said shocked. He wasn’t lying, she looked ravishing.

"Thank you babe" "You look quite handsome too" She smiled back.

"Handsome enough to get a kiss?" He asked teasingly.

"Hmm, no" She answered simply but before he could say anything she spoke up again.

"You can get as many as you want" She giggled as he smiled.

Leaning in and placing a loving kiss on her soft chapped lips, deepening the kiss by pulling her in by her waist.

"Æsj Kan dokkar slutte å være så jwl cheesy?" (Eww can you guys stop being so fucking cheesy?)

The voice made her pull away and letting out a scream. She turned around to see her older brother laughing at her.

"Oh my days! Jwl dritt unge" Thé girl huffed. (Fucking dickhead)

"Ja enig" Ben nodded making the two Ødegaard siblings laugh. Ben had tried his best to learn a bit Norwegian. (Yes, I agree)

"What are you doing here mate?" Ben asked Martin knowing that he left with the others an hour ago.

"I had to pee" He answered chuckling, the couple laughed at him.

"Are you guys going now?" He asked them

"Yeah, should we wait for you?" His sister asked making him nod.

***

As the Ødegaard family got home again and had dinner outside.

"Ben!" The girl laughed loudly at her boyfriend who was currently trying to do a stand together with her nephews.

Note the word 'trying too' he was totally failing. It looked like he was dying, his hair was a mess and his white button up was green because of the grass he had been laying on.

She laughed hard with Martin's girlfriend helene as Ben and Martin fell over yet again.

"Jesus you two are gonna regret that one day" Lene, her and Martin's mother told the two older boys.

"Yeah your football career is gonna be long gone" Y/N teased.

"Hey, if you weren't wearing a Bunad you would definitely be doing that as well" Her mother told her making the small group laugh as she rolled her eyes.

"They're not wrong babes" Ben said walking over too her and kissing her head.

"Yeah right" She huffed playfully.

"Mamma vi går rett ned på bryggen" She told her mom standing up. (Mom we’re going right down to the shore)

"Oki, vær forsiktig" Lene responded with a soft smile. (Okey be careful)

Y/N grabbed onto ben's hands and dragged him along with her.

"Where are we going?" He questioned with a slight laugh.

"Secret" She replied laughing as she continued dragging him down to the little shore they had outside their house.

“Me and Martin used to play football here all the time, and if the ball got into the ocean the one who last touched it had to go in and get it” She explained smiling at the memory.

“Let me guess, that happened quite often eh?” He asked smiling

“Well yes…but to be fair it’s not the biggest place” She defended herself.

“Plus if storm was with us he would jump in and get it for us” She giggled remembering their German Shepard as a little puppy.

“Poor storm” He shook his head frowning jokingly.

“Oh shut up, he loved it” She smiled placing her hands on his chest.

He smiled down at her, he placed his arms around her waist pulling her into him. She looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I love you” He whispered leaning down towards her lips.

“I love you too” She closed the gap between the two.

@y/n.ødegaard

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benchilwell:Gratulerer med dagen! Jeg elsker deg❤️(Happy constitution day! I love you❤️)

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[yourstrqly]

down your throat, ødegaard

pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader

warnings: smut — blowjob, also fluff because its martin ødegaard !

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Tiredly, you opened your eyes slowly, taking in the sight in front of you. There he laid, naked like God made him, his eyes focused solely on where his hand ran your left hip up and down gently. You closed your eyes once again, enjoying his touch which was far from the way he manhandled you just six hours before.

"Don't let yourself fall asleep again, min kjæreste", he whispered whilst nibbling playfully on your ear. The norwegian pet name pulled your heart strings and made you smile a little but you really had one thing on your mind and that was sleep.

Kissing your cheek as his hand roamed up your body to your throat where it stopped, squeezing it softly to get a reaction out of you.

"Come on y/n. Let's take a shower before work."

You got the point; everything pretty much smelled like sex and sweat, and it was better to take one than spray on some strong perfume right before going to work eight hours. However a voice in your head cried for an hour more sleep and the desire to do it was overwhelming.

Martin's hand wanderd to your temple, massaging it which in return made you purr like a cat. He knew how to get a reaction out of your body — you had been casual hooking up since January and it was already March. You had been single for a few months, looking for some fun and well.. he catched your eyes with his stern face as he had watched over his teammates on a night out. Normally your type was brunette, full lips and a bulky build because you craved a man who could be rough in the bedroom and be a protector but Martin didn't need to be the biggest in the room; he seemingly owned it. He was hot in a way you couldn't explain and he had more sides on him than the first glance let on. You did fall in love with him over time — you didn't only fuck for fun, no, you met up to grab some food or walk around for hours, talked every other day over phone and once in a while he asked you to be his date for an important award show.

It felt like you were already in a committed relationship.

"With you?", you sheepishly asked him, already knowing the answer. Martin grinned at you and kissed your lips to get a sweet moan from you.

"Only if you want me to."

"You bet I want you", you mumbled between wet kisses, grabbing a fistful of his golden hair. Letting him go, you rolled on your back, waiting patiently for his next step.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Please, you've fucked me good, I can't imagine walking at all." He rolled his eyes in mock irritation but nevertheless pulled you in his arms, securing you with his hands on your ass whilst you clasped your legs around his midsection, hands on his back, feeling his strong muscles work under your touch. Martin looked like one of those Greek gods without even trying.

Walking in the bathroom with you in his arms didnt seem to mind him a bit; he pinched you in the side to let you know that you arrived and dropped you to your feet. He wasn't even a head taller than you, however his aura spoke a different language, taking the full room. You starred each other down, enjoying the tension you built up. The man turned around, giving you a good view of his body as he stepped in the shower.

"Pretty girl, don't you want to lose that shirt of mine and join me?", questioned Martin who started to relax his muscles under the warm water.

Still you stood there, bitting your lips at the view which he quickly noticed and took the upper hand. He firmly gripped his hard dick, strocking up and down as he let out low moans. His head leaned against the cold tiles of his spacious shower, ignoring your presence which you didn't like. Hastily you ripped your shirt off ( one of his arsenal shirts but sharing is caring! ), opening the shower and stepping inside.

You sank to your knees, kissing the flesh of his hip bone, whilst one of your hands touched his abdomen, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips. Despite your butterfly kisses all over his hips he didn't spare a glance at you, annoying the shit out of you so you stopped his hand from stroking and gently sucking on his tip.

Martin let out a loud groan. "Knew you wanted to put your lips on my cook, min tøs."

Motivated by his degrading wording, you began to move your mouth up, taking his dick halfway before going back to the tip, kissing and sucking it hard, elicting one of his pornographic moans. Gradually, you took it further, taking more of the length as you looked up at him and meeting his gaze. His eyes were clouded with Lust, hair wet from the water which made its way down his body.

Wanting to hear him getting louder, you opened your mouth wider to take it all in. His tip reached the back of your throat, causing you to moan on his dick. The vibration sent him extra pleasure and he couldn't stop himself to fuck himself into your mouth.

He wimmernd, chanting your name.

"Fuck y/n, I'm going to cum."

You hallowed your cheeks, pleasing him even more before he spilled down your throat, tights shaking under your fingers. You still bobbed your head along his cook, milking him off his last drop. Then you let his length out with a satisfying pop, kissing your way up to his lips, making him taste himself. Martin broke up the kiss first, his eyes holding an emotion you couldn't explain.

"I'm not letting you go, you know?", he said, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead once he turned the water off and started to towel down your body.

Jokingly you replied, not realizing what he actuallymeant. "I have to work, sunny. Can't drop everything for you."

Turning your head to meet his eyes, he gave you a waning look. You searched for the answer in his eyes, wondering what he was trying to tell you.

"It's me and you, okay? I don't want to label this", he pointed between you both, "as a casual hookup."

Your breath caught in your throat and fear spread through you. He wouldn't dump you after you sucked his dick, right?

"What do you want then if not hooking up?"

"I want you to dress up for tonight so I can take you out on a real date, yeah? I want more than just your body and I want to be able to tell everyone that we're dating." Your heart fluttered at his words and you nodded in agreement. "Fantastic. I'd fuck you but time isn't in our favour", Martin smirked, hitting your ass.

[footywritingworks]

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....

Wordcount: 1,5K

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.

[cainnleacghlovers]

Daisy - MØ

Pairing: Martin Ødegaard x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s a teacher, and there’s nothing she loves more in the world than her students, well maybe Martin. What does he do, when he sees her with her students, and all he can see is a little him running around.

Request: “I just thought of this so i wanted to request an imagine if it's possible! Maybe where reader is a teacher and Martin sees how good she is with kids (her students) so he thinks of having a kid?”

Warnings: pure fluff!!!

Rushing around, you bumped into the coffee table.

“Sorry.” You apologised to the literal table. But after being around little humans aged 5 years old all day, it was habit you’d picked up.

You swore you’d bought seeds for your kids to plant, but where were they?

Not under the coffee table (obviously), they weren’t in the garage, and they weren’t in the drawer were you stuff everything when someone’s coming over.

As you ran to check the office at the front of the house, you heard the door open and were met with a strong body against your own. Looking up through your eyelashes, you met eyes with a pair of blue ones.

They were the kindest eyes ever, not a single bad thought behind them.

“You training for a marathon Elskling?” Martin joked, as he dropped his training bag, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close into his chest as he pressed soft kisses in your forehead.

As you melted into his embrace, you sighed lightly, and felt his hands tracing your bsck softly, spelling ‘i love you.’

It’s something he did when he knew you were stressed, and it was a silent way of letting you know he was there.

You were used to little mouths shouting at you all day, so it was nice to come home and well, not have a little mouth shouting at you.

“Looking for seeds.” You mumbled, still pressed against his chest.

“You shall proceed?” Martin laughed. He assumed it was one of your ‘Lord of the Ring’ jokes.

“Looking for seeds.” You huffed, pulling away from him and looking back up at him.

“Looking for seeds? No way! I knew the Gardens of Babylon were real!” He bantered, making you laugh.

Your students found it mind blowing that no one knew whether this garden was real or not, and when you told Martin the story, he couldn’t help but smile at the way you talked about your students.

You had so much love for all of them. Even when they got paint all over the walls of your classroom.

“You need to stop hanging around Ben White. You’re picking up that sarcastic English lad humour.” You said, as you smacked his chest lightly.

“He still has a crush on you, you know.” Martin laughed.

You knew Ben didn’t actually like you, he just flirted with anything that had a pair of boobs.

“What’s the seeds for then?” He asked, as he took your hand and led you into the living room.

“I thought it would be a fun little thing for the kids to do. You know the way we always do something fun on Fridays with them.” You spoke, and Martin nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“Well it’s warm out, and I thought it would be nice to plant little flowers with them. Mothers days coming up, so I thought it would be a sweet gesture for the kids to give to their mums.” You finished.

Martins eyes turned dark as he listened to your last sentence.

It was no secret, he wanted kids. He didn’t necessarily want them now, but he wanted them. He was a family guy through and through. The thought of a little boy running about with his blonde hair, and your eyes, or a little girl with your hair and his eyes, made him absolutely weak in the knees.

He knew you’d be a good mother, he’d seen you with your students. He’s seen their faces light up when you walked in the room, you seen the love they had for you, and the love you had for them.

He hadn’t even realised, he’d been daydreaming, until you clicked your fingers in front of him.

“Martin, are you away down the yellow brick road? Click your heels three times. Oh they have to be red, let me go get you my hee-” You joked, before he he pulled you onto his lap, and was peppering kisses all over your face.

You were a giggling mess under him, and at that moment he swore he’d never heard anything better.

“Martin I have to find my seeds!” You managed to get out, as he stopped tickling the weak spot under your arms.

“Well call me Christopher Columbus because we’d got seeds to find.”

—

As you opened the front door, you were met with the smell of something.

The smell of something really good.

Carrying your bags in, you set your laptop down on the kitchen island, as you seen Martin at the oven.

Walking over to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, as you pressed kisses on his back.

“How was your day elskling?” He asked, as he turned to face you, his arms settling around your waist.

“Really really good. We planted the flowers in little pots the kids painted earlier this week. Oh! And guess what!” You slightly shouted, covering your mouth, embarrassed at your own excitement.

Martin laughed lightly, before his hands found the back of your thighs, and he had you hoisted up on the kitchen counter.

“Hmm. I’m all out of guesses today unfortunately.” He said, as he took your heels off, and lightly messaged your feet, knowing they’d be sore from running after children all day.

He began to kiss up your legs, and his hands trailed shortly after his lips, before he reached your neck, placing light kisses there.

Nothing sexual, just the pure love he head for you.

“You know the way I was looking to get the kids involved in the local pantomime?” You grinned, as his lips found your cheek.

He mumbled a ‘yes’ against your skin, before he pulled away, satisfied with the love he’d shown you. Not that he’d ever be able to show all of it, there was far too much of that.

“Well, the board of governors agreed! Saltwood Primary are going to be up winning Oscars next year. Let’s hope there’s not slapping though.” You giggled against Martins lips as he placed a soft kiss onto them.

“I’m so excited for you elskling, I know how much you wanted this. Book me a front row seat. I’ll be right there.”

“By the way, i’m so going to make your practise lines with me to see if they’ll sound good.”

“They don’t call me Hugh Jackman for no reason.”

—

As you waited at the entrance of the local theatre, greeting the kids and their parents on the way in. You smiled brightly at every single one of them.

They’d put in so much effort, and you really hoped this night would go really really well. For their sake, and yours.

Finally, you spotted the man you’d been waiting to see all night. The sight of him, dressed in his jeans and a casual tshirt already made you feel so much better. He winked at you as he walked in.

He’d skipped training to come see this, and that made your heart beat so fast, it threatened to break your ribcage.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” You whispered.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said, giving you one last wink, before he headed into the theatre.

—

As you headed into the theatre, you spotted Martin chatting away to a man in an Arsneal shirt, as you felt little arms around your legs.

You looked down and seen a little boy called James in your class.

He was a sweet boy, who was very quiet. He often had trouble telling people what was wrong with him, and you’d assured him that it’s okay to talk about his big feelings, and it’s more than okay to feel like that. You told him he should never be afraid to come speak to you, even if he thinks he’s done something wrong.

“Hiya cool cat.” You said, using the nickname you had for your students. You’d shown them pictures of your cat, and he had a brown spot over his eye.

To a five year old, that’s the coolest thing ever, and the nickname just stuck.

Bending down to his level, you seen he looked worried.

“What’s up with you James? Your costume looks absolutely amazing! Give us a twirl.” You said, trying to distract the little boy. You knew he was worried about getting up in front of people. You didn’t blame him.

As he span around for you, he collapsed into your arms, and you instantly picked him up and took him aside.

Not pressuring him, you allowed him to take his time, if he wanted to tell you what was wrong, he would.

“I don’t wanna mess up Miss Y/SN.” He sighed, looking at you with watery eyes.

“Aw James. Is that what’s been on your mind lovebug?” You sighed with sympathy.

“I don’t wanna let you down.” He said.

“James, look at me buddy. I am so so so proud of you okay? I’m proud of your feet that’s learnt all the dances so well!” He giggled, as your annunciated your sentence.

“I’m proud of your knees that allow you to jump around all night and not get tired!” You exclaimed, as he began to smile.

“I’m proud of your eyes, and how you’re able to give a little bit of attitude, even if mummy will tell you off for it.” You said, making him smile at his role in the play.

He was the mouse in the Gruffalo, and he did have to give a little bit of attitude, which he loved.

“And most importantly, i’m proud of this James.” You said, as your brought his arms so his hands were over his heart.

“I am so proud of the boy you’re becoming James. Everyday you work harder to reach your goal, and you’ve reached it James! And i’m so proud of you. You could get up on that stage tonight, and, come here.” You ushered him closer, so you could whisper in his ear.

“You could say a rude word, and I’d still be proud of you!” He giggled loudly at your joke, and a soft smile fell across your lips.

When your students were sad, you were. When they were happy, you were.

“But you’re not going to do that, are you?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“I’ll tell you what you are going to do, okay. You’re going to get on that stage, and you’re going to make everyone proud. Me, mummy, daddy, but most importantly, yourself. What’re you going to do James?” You asked him.

“Make myself proud.” He repeated, and you gave him a high five.

“Now let’s go show everyone how us cool cats do it.” You said, before you followed him back into the theatre, unknown to you, Martin had watched and heard your little interaction, and he knew he had to ask you.

—

As the show went on, Martin couldn’t help but notice how excited you’d get when one of your students said their like perfectly.

As the show ended, and all the children were bowing, you stood up the tallest, and you cheered the loudest for them.

James, took the microphone, and Martin noticed you were a bit taken back. This obviously wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Could Miss Y/SN please come up on stage?” The little boy said, and you blushed, not at all expecting this. You knew your classroom assistant was planning something.

As you walked up on stage, you ruffled the hair of a few of your students, and walked to centre stage, waving out to the audience.

“Can we get a round of applause for Miss Y/SN.” Maria said, another little girl in your class.

As the whole theatre cheered for you, you couldn’t help but linger at the man sitting front row, just as he promised. He sat along with your bother, who’s son happened to be in your class. He gave you a wink, and as the cheering died down, Maria passed the microphone to Paige.

“From all of us, we wanted to say thank you to Miss Y/SN for all the hard work and how nice she is to us! You’re the best teacher.” As the audience laughed at her cute joke, you couldn’t help but wipe a tear.

The fact your students appreciated you made everything worth while.

The microphone was passed to you, and you cleared your throat before continuing.

“I promise myself I wouldn’t cry but here I am.” You joked, making everyone laugh.

“I just want to thank each and every one of these cool cats up on stage with me. They’ve worked so so hard, and i’m so glad tonight went well for them. I think we’ve got some future BAFTA winners up here tonight.” You joked again, making the audience laugh.

“Group hug.” You said, turning your attention to your students as they all ran into hug you. The audience cheered, and you all waved before you went off stage.

—

Walking around the theatre, you shook hands with parents and thanked them for coming. Seeing James, you gave him and his parents a wave, before ha suddenly crashed into you. You hugged him back, seeing his mum smile at the two of you.

“He adores you.” His mum said, smiling at you.

“He’s the loveliest boy. You should be very proud of him.” You gushed, as you waved a final goodbye to them.

As Martin walked past you, he whispered, “I’ll meet you in the car.” Before heading out.

—

As you made your way to the car, making sure all of your students got home safely, you opened the door, and climbed into the seat, only to be greeted with a bunch of daisies, your favourite flowers.

“Are these for me?” You asked, love traced in your voice.

“No they’re for Gary next door.” Martin joked, referring to your slightly, what’s the word, unhinged neighbour.

He walked his rat. That’s all there is to say.

“Of course they’re for you beautiful.” He said, and you blushed, as you grabbed his cheeks and placed a loving kiss on his lips. As you pulled away, he took your jaw in his hands, and pulled you right back in.

The kiss, lasting longer than you expected, left you breathless, as you eventually pulled away and leaned your forehead against his.

“Let’s get home then. I need to run my hardworking girl a bath.”

—

As you lay in the bath, Martin behind you, his legs on either side of yours, you sighed in content.

Everything in life was perfect. Your job, your friends, and most importantly, your boy.

As you leant against his hard chest, his arms wrapped loosely around your front, one hand tracing your stomach.

He was surprisingly quiet, and he had been for the last few days. He did have a few big games coming up, but it wasn’t that.

You and Martin had been together since your last year of school, and you knew him well.

You knew he wanted to ask you something, but he just couldn’t get it out.

“You’d be the best mum.” He finally said, and your stomach flipped. You had not expected that.

Turning around to look at him, you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and a sheepish grin across his face.

“W-what?” You said, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“Shit, uhm, I didn’t mean to say that-” He rambled, and you shut him up with a kiss. As he pulled away from you, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just, seeing you with your students, I just, I can’t help think what a baby with my hair and your eyes would be like. I know you’d be such a good mum, I have no doubts about that, but I don’t know if-”

You shut him up with another light kiss.

“You’d be the best dad sweetheart.” You smiled again this lips.

“You think?” He said, as you felt him smile against yours.

“I’m never wrong.” You said, making him laugh lightly as his hands caressed your hips lightly.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad.” He said, and although he was vulnerable, he wasn’t embarrassed. He’d never felt closer to you.

“And I know that it’s you who’s going to be the mother of my children. There’s absolutely no one else i’d rather. No one.” He punctuated the last two words, with a kiss after each word.

You two had lightly spoken about kids, but never in this much detail.

“I think i’d like a boy and a girl. But no matter what they are, i’ll love the bones of them.” You said, and Martins heart fluttered at the thought of you holding his baby. Your baby.

“Yeah. I like that. A boy and a girl. But i’d love them even if they were a Madrid fan.” He joked, pretending to gag.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the only sound was the slight gushing of the water when one of you moved.

As the water began to get cold, Martin stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself, before he grabbed one for you.

As you stepped out, he couldn’t help but admire you. You were absolutely perfect to him. There’s not one thing he sees wrong with you.

From your boobs, to your heart. He loves everything about you.

As he wrapped the towel around you, he placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“I love you. So much.” He said.

“I love you too. So much.” You repeated back to him.

“How about we get practising then?” He joked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You know what they say, practise makes perfect.” You joked, before he swept you off of your feet, and right into your bedroom.

How cute was this🥹🥹 I’m thinking of a part 2?? With some really cute sex… let me know what you think!!

[the-offside-rule]

Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal) - Isn't It Strange?

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Reader and Martin used to die but they broke up and now she is the bridesmaid of his bride. Really sad stuff plz

Warnings: really sad stuff ig (update while writing; a bitch cried; it is me: I am a bitch)

Y/n paced the hall, looking at the door every few seconds. What was taking him so long. His bride to be had sent Y/n to go check on Martin to see when he was leaving for the ceremony but yhe groomsmen insisted that she wait until he finishes getting ready. After what felt like a lifetime, the door opened and there stood Erling, towering over her with a smile on his face. "You sure you're not getting married to him?" Erling joked as she walked in. "Luckily for myself, no. Now where is-" She stopped and looked over to an add-on part of the room to see Martin stood fixing his jacket. It finally began to settle in for Y/n; Martin was getting married. The kid she had known for years was finally getting married. He looked back to her through the mirror and grinned.

"Y/n. Everything okay?" Martin asked, checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah. I'm fine. Your bride just wants to know when you're leaving." Y/n said, walking towards him. "Soon. I just can't seen to centre this stupid tie." Martin replied, clearly frustrated. "Did your dad not teach you how to tie a tie?" She joked. "No, he did, I just don't do them myself anymore. My stylist does." Y/n chuckled and stood in front of him. "That's how you know you've made it. You get your own stylist." Martin smiled as Y/n reached to the tie and began fixing it herself. "I don't think my bride would appreciate my ex sorting out my tie and not my groomsmen." He said. Bow did they date? Yes, they did. From the age of thirteen until twenty. She remembers it so vividly.

Y/n and Martin lay in one another's arms as the TV played. Y/n took a sharp breath in and turned to Martin. So.ething had changed about him. Maybe it was the football, maybe it was something more personal, but something had changed and it had been a slow but noticeable change. For Martin, it was the exact same. Maybe it was the fact she matured more since she started university, but something changed. It was strange for the two of them to lie, embracing eachother, yet, the only thing they had in common was the urge to take a break from their relationship. Y/n was taken from her trance as Martin took the control and muted the TV, before he sat up and smiled gently at her. "Y/n, I think we should talk."

"In your defense, they can't tie a tie either. Two of them are wearing the clip on ties and the rest are all horrible." Y/n said. Martin's lips formed into a thin line as he looked over to his groomsmen in a separate room, laughing along with one another as they sipped at their prosecco. "She could understand." Martin smiled. Y/n hummed in response and got to work. It was quiet between them, too quiet for Martin's liking. He looked around, not wanting to look down at Y/n. His wife-to-be knew about their past, but both Martin and Y/n assured her, they remained friends because they had been friends before they dated and had remained friends after their breakup. At the time, it was a lie. Martin still liked Y/n.

She seemed to be just like her old self but she had been talking to a new guy around that time so to prove to himself, and moreso Y/n, that he moved on, he met his now bride. It went on to become the worst decision of his life because as he continued his relationship, Y/n ultimately decided to remain single for a reason he never knew. Their friendgroup would go out and Y/n would have men all around her and buying her drinks, yet she never picked one up.

Y/n talked to the new guy to disctract herself more than anything else. When Martin had told Y/n about this new girl he started dating, Y/n felt her heart break more than it already had.

"Remember when we were like six?" Martin asked, fixating on her focused expression. "We had a pretend wedding? That was fun. Remember?" He asked again. "Martin. I'm trying to fix your tie. Just hold still." She said harshly. Martin's smile vanished and he looked ahead. A silence fell upon them. Both sat thinking the same thing in that moment.

What is he doing?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't- I shouldn't bring up us." Martin mumbled. "No, you shouldn't. Not while you're bride to be is currently adding the finishing touches to her dress." Y/n replied. Martin cleared his throat and sighed. "But-" Y/n paused. "I do remember." Martin looked down through hooded eyelids. "I remember you took your father's nicest coat from the hanger and I took my mother's new summer dress and pretty pink shoes." Y/n continued. "And I picked flowers from my mother's garden." Martin chuckled. "And since you picked flowers from your garden and so did I, we mixed them together." She looks up to meet his blue eyes. Her knees nearly gave out. He was breathtaking. It physically pained her that they just didn't work out. It wasnt the distance, it wasn't that there was no love, it just didn't work out. "We got in a lot of trouble over that wedding." Y/n said lowly. "Well, hopefully this wedding doesn't get us in as much trouble." Martin said. "It's not me you're marrying. You should be fine." Y/n wore a smile lined with hurt. Martin's smile slouched for a moment. "Well-" He took a deep breath in. "That is a slight change."

"Y/n? The bride is looking for you." One of the groomsmen said. Funnily enough, the pair didn't stop looking at eachother for a single moment. They just stared at eachother like it would be the last time they saw eachother. "I suppose I should go." Y/n mumbled. "Maybe." He replied. He moved forward and put his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into an embrace. Y/n hesitates, but wraps her arms around his torso and sighs, breathing in the cologne he had sprayed on the grey fabric of his suit. "You look beautiful by the way." Martin whispered. "And you look pretty." Y/n replied, closing her eyes as she savoured the last few moments of their embrace.

Martin let go regretfully and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'll let you head back now." He said. Y/n nodded and smiled gently. "Good luck, Martin." She said. Y/n reached up and caressed his face. "Don't let her go. No matter what. She's a good girl." He chuckled and looked to the ground. "I already let go of one good girl, how stupid must I be to do it again?" There went the heartstrings bring played like an old harp. "I'll see you later, yeah?" Martin nodded and watched as Y/n turned and left as quick as she came.

He looked back to the mirror and examined his perfect tie. He began thinking of all the good times he shared with Y/n. It was strange. They started as strangers in a classroom, then friends, then lovers and now just friends. That last part killed him. Because if there were other timelines, or if he could change this current timelines, he'd hoped that he would have met her at the altar that day and not the woman he was actually marrying.

[julianalvarez9]

turning red / martin ødegaard

request: i guess kind of like the youtube fics you did- an it girl of sorts (and long time arsenal fan, or chelsea to make it interesting) slowly revealing her relationship online with martin ødegaard

author's note: these are my favourites to make 😭 hope you like it too!!

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[kierantierney3]

Hey are you still accepting requests idk but if you are, can you please write a Martin Odegaard x famous footballer social media au, and people don't believe them being together even tho he listed her as his fav footballer because they are like "there's no way he bagged someone like her" and rest is up to you honestly I tried to be very vague because at the end of the day it's still your story!!

Hi! Thank you for your request. You are very sweet. I love writing for Martin Ødegaard and glad people are requesting it.

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Face claim- Alessia Russo

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user I love how Martin is always the first to like her posts no matter what the post actually is.

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Might make a part 2 after England world cup situation if you guys want?

Enjoy! Hope it what you wanted.

Also i’m not english but found it easily to use Alessia as the face claim.

[oh-saints]

more ødegaard fluff 🤲🤲🤲 anything really go ham there is a lack of ø fics :(

I FEEL THAT TOO people pls don't sleep on our norwegian barbie!! but ask therefore you shall receieve

(mildly based on his latest interview)

martin's never one crazy about video games; the only reason he bought playstation was because so he can play FIFA

he's always preferred board games or lego, or maybe computer game that's more or less to solve a mystery

he LOVES anything that requires his brain to solve a problem, including but not limited to learn something to achieve that

no wonder he's dubbed mini arteta

so when he grew up, no one's really surprised he's good at carpenting or woodwork like bob the builder can you fix it

and when he met you, who have a disturbing habit of buying a furniture when you're stressed but never assembling it, he KIND OF adopts it too

at first it was to hear whatever you're complaining about life while he helps you build the furniture, bcs you sure as hell can't do it for life

"kjær, talk to me instead of hurting that piece of wood. who makes you upset today?"

but now you sometimes HAVE TO COME AND HELP HIM when he builds an IKEA furniture of his own AND GOAD HIM TO TALK about anything while he's doing it

bcs god forbids if you don't

he doesn't exactly lash or throw the piece across the room BUT HE SURELY NAILS IT HARD AND LOUD ON PURPOSE

but it becomes your bonding activity every once a month to change some of your smaller furnitures

measuring the space, going to the shop to look for suitable pieces, bantering which one' better looking, stolen kisses between alleyways, have a munch afterwards before going home or have a takeouts on the floor while your incomplete work lies not far

like he wasn't one of the most popular norsk figure on earth

[nicolesainz]

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

End of flashback

"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.

[tierneysodegaard]

Happy Little Accident - Martin  Ødegaard x female!reader

Martin Ødegaard x female!reader 

Requested: Yes/No

Anon: can we have another martin Odegaard imagine about him being a dad, or the whole pregnancy process and how he is because he would be SOO SOFT

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy??? Brief descriptions of childbirth, fluff

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You and Martin had been together for a few years now, the pair of you now living in London as he played for Arsenal, finally falling in love with football again with his new team. You’d met his entire family and he’d met yours, although the pair of you were young you were both serious about what you had with one another. And even though you knew he would never leave you and he wanted to be with you for the rest, so why were you sitting in the bathroom panicking at the sight of a positive pregnancy test?

Martin and you had briefly spoken about children, he mentioned it over dinner one time which caught you off guard. He wanted kids but always told you if you didn’t want children that was fine and you wouldn’t have them. Martin’s view on it was that you would be the one carrying the child for nine months and then be the one who had to stay home all the time because of his job, not to mention if Arsenal get top four they would have more games and be travelling throughout Europe which meant Martin would have less time with you. 

The baby wasn’t planned, you would have liked to wait for a few more years but what is meant to be will be and this was evidently one of these times. You had woken up for the past few days feeling under the weather, thankfully Martin always left for work before the sickness came up meaning he wouldn’t have the slightest thought that you were pregnant as by the time he came back you were feeling fine. 

The results were there, clear as anything. Two red lines indicating that you were in fact pregnant. You took your phone out and checked the time, Martin wasn’t due home for another few hours. You knew you had to tell him sooner rather than later, the anxiety alone was killing you. You had an idea on how to tell him, you just needed to get the things before he got home. Hiding the test in the bathroom cupboard you grabbed your keys and headed out to your car and into town. 

You managed to find an Arsenal football but in a smaller size. You knew the Arsenal store sold them but if you went in there and someone saw you, word would more than likely spread rather fast that Martin Odegaard’s girlfriend was buying a child’s size football despite not having a child and you’d rather Martin found out from you than a random fan. Thankfully some of the smaller shops in town were doing them and probably for a cheaper price. You managed to find a small rectangular box that would fit the pregnancy test in and a small present bag to place everything in. 

At home you wrote a note on the box saying “Soon you’ll have someone to play against.” before putting it at the bottom of the bag and placing the football on top. He was due home any minute now. Every second felt like an hour, most days he got home rather fast but today it felt like he was purposely taking his time, almost like he knew you wanted him home. 

Placing the bag on the kitchen counter you began to make dinner, trying to take your mind off everything that was happening around you. You still didn’t know why you were worried, Martin was the sweetest man you’d ever met and you knew he wouldn’t be annoyed or leave you, if anything he’d be over the moon.

“y/n I’m home!” Marin called out, clearly not expecting you to be in the kitchen. His eyes met yours as you turned around and gave him a smile. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, placing his head on your shoulder as he mumbled into your neck. “How are you feeling beautiful?” 

“Better thank you.” You tilted your head onto his, smiling. “How was training?” 

“Good thank you, I think we can get top 4, I really do.” He moved his head back, planting a kiss on the side of your head, his arms still draped around you. He turned his head back slightly, looking at the bag on the kitchen table as he furrowed his brows. 

“Is it someone’s birthday?” He turned to look at you. “One of your friends?” His eyes went wide. “Oh fuck who was it? Who did I forget?” 

His state made you laugh a little, settling the anxiety slightly. “No, it’s for you.”

“For me?” He took a step towards it. “But it’s not my birthday?”

“I gathered that.” Turning off the stove you turned to look at him. “Open it.” 

Taking the bag in his hands he looked inside and pulled out the football. “Why did you get me this? We have tons… this is like a child's ball…” Clearly not connecting the dots you gave him a small smile. 

“Keep going.” 

He looked down and pulled out the box, reading the note aloud. “Soon you’ll have someone to play against.” His head snapped up, looking at you with disbelief. “Are you?”

“Open the box.” 

Martin put the note down and took the box in his hand. Taking off the lif gently his eyes widened at the sight of the positive pregnancy test that was now in his hand. “Are you being serious?”

“If I’ve calculated it right I should be coming up to about eight weeks now, that’s why I’ve felt so ill recently.”

Martin put the test down, a massive grin started to glow on his face. He walked over to you, his arms wide as he pulled you into his chest. “We’re having a baby!” He pulled back and cupped your face, looking deep into your eyes before planting a kiss on your lips. When he pulled back he frowned at the way your eyes started to well up with tears. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I was so scared to tell you -”

“Why baby?”

“We’re still young Martin what if you didn’t want that and -”

“Darling,” He stepped closer, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “I am never going anywhere. I want a baby with you and yes I know we never planned it but I guess there’s some joy in that.” He gave you a loving glance. “Everything will be fine, I promise you. I will take time off work -”

“Martin the baby isn’t even here yet you don’t need to take time off work.” You smiled at his words. 

“I love you and,” He bent down so he was level with your stomach. “I love you too.”

“We both love you too.”

“Do you know what it is yet?” 

You smiled down at him as he lay his head against your stomach. “Martin, they're barely eight weeks yet, I haven’t even had a scan.” You laughed at his eagerness. “I’ll call the doctor tomorrow and I should get a scan at around ten to fourteen weeks and we’ll know if it’s a boy or girl at eighteen to twenty-one weeks.”

“Oh but that’s ages away!” He complained. 

“It’ll come around quicker than you think.”

“Does anyone else know?” He rose to his feet, placing his hand on your stomach as he kissed you once again. 

“Nope, just you. I was thinking we wait until we get the scan and then tell our family and friends.” 

“That’s fine by me although I don’t know how I’m going to keep it hidden from the boys.” 

“As long as you at least try and keep it quiet I don’t care but I’d rather my Mum find out from us rather than Aaron Ramsdale.” 

Four weeks later the pair of you were able to get your scan and you finally had a photo of your baby in your hands, everything was becoming a little more real. Martin managed to sneak away from work, he told Mikel you had a doctor's appointment that he needed to attend, technically he wasn't lying. He could go, trying his best to cover it up so none of the boys got too worried. 

Since getting the scan something in Martin changed, he was always a gentleman to you. He always brought you flowers every week, always opened your door when you got in the car, he would take you on as many dates as he possibly could, the man worshipped the very ground you walked on. Now Martin would sprint from one side of the house to the other if he heard that you were walking down the stairs or walking up to them, always holding your hand or arm whenever you took a step. 

One day he received rather a large Amazon package and when he got home he showed you what he’d ordered. The night before he had sat there and gone through every single parenting book he could find and ordered them so he could read and learn about what was taking place. 

Martin had invited his and your parents over for dinner and well, a little getaway as they both didn’t live in London. Martin could have waited until the international break but you would be seven months along at that point he was sure his mother would have killed him on the spot if he had hidden it from her for that long. 

You made copies of your scan and placed them all in separate envelopes, sitting them down on the table and allowing them all to open them together. Needless to say, your family was ecstatic with the news and so was Martin’s. He watched as his Mum and yours walked up tp you, pulling you into a hug with smiles of congratulations coming your way. The sight made him smile brightly, he didn’t know how he got so lucky. 

The months dragged on and the pair of you had now told the rest of your friends and family as well as the entire world. Martin and you had made an Instagram post announcing it to the world which meant every single time Martin turned up at training, Ben and Aaron would always bug him about who would be the fun uncle.

You were six months into your pregnancy and Martin and you were laying on the sofa, Martin laying on your legs so he could be close to your stomach as he read one of the parent books he’d ordered a while ago. “Did you know you can’t have a bath whilst you’re pregnant well you can but it can be dangerous if the water is too hot?”

You smiled at him, running a hand through his hair. “Why do you think I’ve been only having showers for the last six months?” 

“That’s insane, I’d die without one.”

“Good thing it’s not you carrying this baby then.” You rested your head back on the sofa, your eyes catching sight of the masses amounts of flowers he had bought you since you fell pregnant. Not to mention he’d bought you a ton of new dresses as he read somewhere that a lot of women prefer to wear dresses as the baby gets bigger. He also bought you new comfy tracksuits and prepared your hospital bag despite the baby being due just as the season finished. 

You’d gone out for dinner with your friends one night and came home to him painting one of the spare rooms that were set to be the baby's room. He had already set up the crib and had made a bookshelf for you to decorate whilst he was at work. He’d put together the wardrobe and other storage units for you and him to fill to the brim with baby's clothes. He was truly perfect. 

You continued to read your own book with Martin by your side but suddenly stopped when a blunt pain hit your stomach, you looked down to see limbs pressing against your skin. “Martin -” Your tone was a worried one but you were on the verge of tears with a bright smile. 

“What?” He sat up rather fast, looking at you worriedly, his fear only growing as he saw your tears. You grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach so he could feel the baby kick. His eyes lit up at the feeling, a smile brimming on his face.

“It’s definitely a boy.” You smiled. 

“You think so?”

“Kicks me as hard as his Dad kicks a ball.” Martin laughed, his hand soothing over your stomach as the baby settled down again. “You know we need to think of names soon.”

“We don’t even know if the baby is going to be a girl or boy yet.”

That was true. You were set to find out in the next coming days before Martin left to play for Norway. Your best friend knew you’d asked the nurse to write it on some paper and fold it up, on the way back from the hospital Martin put it through her letterbox and allowed her to plan the gender reveal for you both. 

“Well, we’ve only got a few more days until the gender reveal.”

“All the lads have put a bet on.”

“I’m sorry?”

“There’s a group bet with the lads if they think it’ll be a boy or a girl.” He laughed. “Ben thinks it’ll be a girl, Aaron is adamant it’ll be a boy and so does Kieran. Mikel thinks it’ll be a girl, so does Saka.” 

“Did they all bet?” You smiled back at him. 

“Every single last one of them, even some of the staff.”

“And what was the final verdict?”

“Most of them think it’ll be a boy.” 

“I think they may be right.” You soothed your stomach, smiling down at the way Martin did the same. 

“I disagree.” Martin looked at you. “I think it’s a girl.”

In the coming days, Martin found out that he was in fact wrong and you were right, the two of you were having a boy. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Martin was due to drive to the airport for international break. “They’ll have someone to step in -”

“Martin I will be fine.” You were at the start of your seventh month, sure things had gotten harder but you had family and friends around for support whilst he was away for two weeks. “I promise you.”

“I’ve written down my Mum’s number, Mikels number, he said he’d come over if you needed anything, the number for the doctor -”

“Martin,” You cupped his face. “I will be fine and so will the baby, if anything happens I will call you straight away, I promise.” 

“I’m just worried.” He leant into your touch. “It’s our first baby and you’re seven months pregnant, you’ll be on your own.”

“If it makes you feel any better I will call y/f/n when you leave and see if they’ll stay for the two weeks.” 

“Please let me know if they will.” He kissed you before resting his forehead on yours. “Please be safe y/n.”

“I will be Martin.” You pecked his lips. “We both will be.” 

Martin dropped to his knees and held your bump in his hands. “You better be good for your Mum.” He kissed the bump. “Don’t keep her up at night either.” He looked up at you. “I love you.”

“We love you too.” 

Needless to say, Martin was certainly not calm when he left. He would normally call or facetime you of an evening to say goodnight and to talk about your day but this time he was calling you about five times a day minimum. He would always ask how you were doing and if there was anything he could do despite being miles away. When he came back he wouldn’t let you out of his sight, he wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom without him escorting you there. 

Two months later and you were due in the next coming days. Martin still had a match, he was set to be playing Man United and thankfully they were playing at home. He hated the away games now, worried something might happen to you whilst he was gone and he wouldn’t be able to get back in time. 

When you started to show the pair of you decided you wouldn’t attend any games until the baby came. Although you would be in his box and be safe there were still heavy crowds around in the foyer and he was always worried someone would accidentally knock you over or you would get overwhelmed. 

The game was set to start. Martin had sent you one last text asking if you were okay before leading the team out of the tunnel. Switching the tv on you grabbed yourself a glass of water and went to sit down when a sudden sharp pain shot through your stomach. Stumbling forward to the sofa you put your drink down before feeling another shot of pain. You looked down on the floor and saw a puddle of water, anyone who didn’t know any better would have thought you’d just spilt your drink whilst walking but the pains told another story. 

You were going into labour. 

“Shit…” You grabbed your phone and called y/b/f. There was no way Martin would answer, he was on a bloody pitch. You could try contacting someone at the Arsenal reception or at halftime but you couldn’t wait forty-five minutes for him, you needed him now. 

“Hello?” Y/b/f answered the phone, clearly much calmer than you. 

“How fast can you be here?” You tried to bite your tongue as the pain shot through you. 

“In ten minutes why?” They put the pieces together without you uttering a word. “OH MY GOD, IT’S HAPPENING!” You could hear them run around and get their keys. 

“Yes, it’s bloody happening!” You screamed back. “And of course, he decides to come when his Dad is on a bloody football pitch!”

“Don’t panic!” They screamed back. 

“A little easier said than done!”

“I’m leaving now!” 

“Please hurry up!” You hung up and went straight to Martin's contact. You quickly typed a text reading ‘When you see this please call me asap, I think I’m in labour x’ hoping he would answer it at halftime but unfortunately, Martin was too occupied with the thought of beating united to check his phone. 

“Have you tried calling the stadium itself?” You were currently in a gown, your arms on the window sill as you tried to calm yourself as the contractions kept coming. y/f/n was sitting in one of the chairs, desperately trying to get ahold of Martin. One of the midwives had come in and put the game on for you. Arsenal were winning which meant Martin wouldn’t get into the changing room fast as he’d be busy with fans, giving his shirt away as he walked around clapping and signing a few things occasionally. 

“You can do that?” y/f/n asked.

“Yes!” You grunted.”Call and tell them that you need an urgent message passed onto Martin Ødegaard, tell them his girlfriend is in labour and he needs to get here now!”

“Don’t worry I think I know what I’d say to them.” They muttered but you heard. You gave them a glare but they only smiled in return, dialling the number and hoping for an answer. They were silent for a while before they started to speak, indicating that they had gotten through. “Ah hello hey yes, hi, I am a friend of Martin Ødegaard, I need a message passed onto him right away please, his girlfriend has gone into labour and he needs to get here immediately.” 

“How are you doing sweetie?” A midwife came up behind you and placed her hand on your back. 

“It hurts.” You whined, tears pricking in your eyes. 

“I know angel I know, are you okay with laying down? I just need to check if you can push now.”

You nodded, looking over at y/f/n to see if they had any news on Martin. You walked over to the bed, with the help of the midwife they helped you lay back before checking you. Your eyes glanced at the game Xhaka had just scored to make it 3-1, you let out a small light smile, seeing Martin run over to the boys and celebrating with them. 

“You can start pushing now -”

“What?!” You snapped your head towards the midwife. “Already?”

“Yes honey, you can start pushing now -”

“No not without Martin.” Tears started to fall from your eyes. “Please I need Martin here.”

“They told me they’re going to pass the message onto Mikel, he should substitute Martin off and tell him the news and he’ll be here.” y/f/n walked over to your side. “Your parents are on their way and I called Martin’s they’re going to catch a flight as soon as they can.” They smoothed your hair down. “Martin will be here soon, you need to push.”

“She’s right.” The midwife offered a kind smile. “Just push and watch the game, you’ll see him leave and then you know he’ll be here soon.” 

You nodded and followed her instructions, trying not to break down as much as you already were. You just wanted him here, you refused to let him miss the birth of his child even if he was busy working. You had been pushing for a couple of minutes when the commentator announced a substitution. Martin looked confused at Artetas decision and also how quickly he was asking him to come off when normally at moments like this he was always told to take his time. 

Martin walked off, removing the armband and giving it to Laca but walking straight up to Mikel to ask why he was substituted. Mikel evidently told him what was happening because it a matter of seconds he had sprinted down into the tunnel and he was calling you.

“y/n?” He called down the phone. You could hear him starting up the car. 

“Martin please hurry.” You cried back, a groan falling from your lips. “Please!”

“It’s okay baby I’m on my way now I’ll be there in like ten minutes I promise.”

“You need to push again.” The midwife spoke. 

“No not without Martin please -”

“y/n please listen to me,” Martin spoke as he drove, hearing every single word from the other side of the phone. “You need to listen to them, okay? I will be there soon, I won’t miss it I promise you. Please, darling push, please.” 

His words made you cry even harder as you continued to push, You were praying he’d get here in time. You just hoped he didn’t get stuck in any traffic. “How are you feeling?” He kept talking, trying to make you calm. 

“It hurts Martin.”

“I know baby, but it will all be over soon.”

“I know, I know…” You huffed. “How far away are you?”

“You know those traffic lights on the corner by the flats? I’m there. I will be five minutes.”

“Hurry -”

“I am baby I am, when did it start?” 

“Just before the game started.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t check my phone, I’m so sorry -”

“You can apologise in person, please just get here.”

“I’m turning onto the road now, I just need to park.” He took a breath as he found a free spot. “Are you in the midwifery ward?”

“No Martin im in the X-ray ward where else would I bloody be?” You screamed. 

“You’re right that was a stupid question, I’m walking there now baby. I’ll speak to you soon.” He paused. “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too but I’ll love you even more if you get here.” 

“Noted I’m running there now.” He ended the phone and sprinted down the hallway, he didn’t even think he’d run this fast to get the ball. He nearly slipped as he stopped by your door, he threw the door open and met your watery gaze. 

Your eyes were bloodshot due to the number of tears you’d cried, and your cheeks were tear-stained and glowing with colour due to the pressure. He even smiled seeing the way your hair stuck to your forehead. Even though you were crying your eyes out and screaming at the top of your lungs he still thought you were the prettiest woman in the world. 

Martin didn’t waste a second as he ran over to you, still dressed in his football kit as the game was just finishing, he took your hand into his, the other going to play with your hair. “I’m here baby, I’m here.” He kissed your forehead. 

“Thank fuck for that.” You huffed, pushing yet again. 

“I’m so sorry -”

“Martin please stop apologising!”  You hissed. 

“You’re nearly there sweetie!” The midwife caught your attention. “One last push and your son will be here.”

“You’re doing so well,” Martin whispered words of praise to you as he kissed you again. “But please don’t squeeze my hand that hard you will break it.”

“Martin!” You spat through gritted teeth. “You can still play with a broken hand! I’m pushing a whole human out!”

“Yeah, you have a point.” He replied. 

Before you knew it your son was finally welcomed into the world and he was in your arms. The boy fell against your chest quickly quieting down at the soft voice of his mother. You smiled up at Martin who was now crying at the sight of you two. “You look so beautiful.” He wiped his tears away. 

“Do you want to hold him?”

“Of course, I want to hold him.” Martin smiled, holding his arms out as he took your newborn son in his arms. “Hey, little man.” He cooed. 

You let your head fall back, the feeling of sleep washing over you suddenly as you watched the two most important men in your life. “Are you happy?” You asked. 

“Darling the only time I’ll be happier is when I put a ring on your finger.” 

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A/N: Thinking about doing a part 2 of this with Martin play football with his son and few years later ;)

[yourstrqly]

only direction; ødegaard

pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader

warning: angst w a slightly cute ending (also first time writing an angst and not proofread !!)

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it shouldn't go the way it did, it wasn't even supposed to happen — it was supposed to be a happy ending for the pair of you, like orpheus being desperately devoted to his beautiful eurydice or marie curie keeping on working on her husbands and her own science researches even after his death.

you already had suffered, yet the world couldn't stop the misery, presenting you with an apocalyptic kind of shit.

martin and you had given each other everything since day one, always supporting one another, fighting together but nothing good lasts forever.

Your grandma once said to you that you're only kids, the first love's always going to be a shadow following you around, you'd have to look over your shoulder to spot it, — a reminder if you will say so —, however the heartbreak wasn't something she thought worth of mentioning.

oh the heartbreak. the norwegian and you weren't a romance people fantasized about though you had been content and in love. As you grew within age, the problem started to announce themselves — when you fought, you fought like lions, clashing and making up afterwards.

Holding on the idea of love — desire, together being stronger, almost like winners, and comfort —, neither of you understood how love could get lost in years of being partners. How would someone realise the feeling after seven years? Would you even step forward and admit it? Would you even find another partner, fall in love?

So many questions and you won't get answers if not committing to the true feelings.

You both had been talking about the near future; a wedding, a bigger house, even kids were on the list. Adult things, a list society had written out to all the "traditional" couples. In a sense the blonde footballer and y/n were the subject; wearing the pink glasses, you had definitely talked about it.

But then again life happens. You started to see each other less, neither of you taking the time for the other which resulted in screaming battels. Those also took place when for example Martin put a clothing article of yours away or not talking about little things like buying small trinkets and weekly meal planning.

The more you stressed about talking about the next stage of your relationship, the more toxic it got, so one day you decided to break. You knew Martin would never step up, not having the heart to say those words. But someone had to before you'd grow old and miserable.

Thats the starting point; Wednesday evening in the middle of mai. With the back to you the norwegian watched the london traffic, staying silent and waiting for you to speak. Both of you felt the tension in the air, holding on the last minutes of the delusional thing that you called a loving relationship.

Taking a deep breath, you starred at his back. The words burned on the tip of your tongue.

"Martin, you know that we're not the same anymore", you spoke. Nervously, you smooth out the fabric of you shirt, clearly in search of a reaction but the man didn't do anything which in return frustrated you. Weren't you worth a reaction, a word or a gesture?

"I do love you though, but this is hard. This", you pointed between the pair of you, despite him not looking at you, "this is breaking us."

Finally turning around you could see tears shining in the blonde's eyes — a sight you hated to witness. It didn't matter how often you saw him silently crying, it broke a piece in you. Before you feel in love with him, he had been your best friend, your day one, your ride or die.

"Say it y/n, say words", he requested in a exhausted tone.

Tears started to escape your eyes, rolling down your cheeks.

"I fell out off love", you cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, it simply happened." Repeating the apology whilst breaking completely down you didn't notice how Martin made his way up to you. Gently, he pulled you in his strong arms, caressing your back, letting you cool down.

After a while your tears dried up but you stayed in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your head resting against his chest. His heart beat like crazy; he'd announce the final words, that you were sure about.

"I fell out off love, too, y/n", he confirmed, "I'd like to make a promise, if that's alright with you?"

You only nodded, not finding your voice.

"If we're going to decide to start a relationship again, we'll not stress about what others think is the best for us, okay? We fought and fought, and still we lost", kissing the top of your head Martin continued," I'd like us to be at least civil, staying in contact — remember when you promised, you'd always be my friend first? Hold onto it, I can't lose you."

"I promise, skatten min."

[julianalvarez9]

meant to be / martin ødegaard

requested: yes

wc: 1.1k words

summary: you're an aspiring actress being interviewed by jimmy fallon at the tonight show. you can't possibly imagine where tonight would take you, though.

author's note: sooo my first request for martin 🥹 i'm was actually really excited to start writing for him, he's just the cutest little guy isn't he ☹️ hope you like it!!!

"so, y/n, how is it that you're married?" the interviewer asked, jokingly tone heard through his voice. "stop!" you giggle, repositioning yourself on the sofa to keep comfortable. you had done a lot of interviews over the past few months, but still being an aspiring actress, sometimes, the nerves got to you. especially on shows like the one you were at currently, where you knew that it was watched by millions.

you weren't mad at the topic being brought up, but you were surprised that he had done enough searching before interviewing you to find the video he was alluding to. the fact that you had married on a holiday with your family when you were just a kid was spilled by you as a joke, while filming a video of 2 lies and 1 truth with florence pugh, your co-star. ever since then, it had become almost a meme to try and find the kid your younger self fell in love with during the family vacation.

"your turn now!" your co-lead yells, excited about how her inevitable win. it had been fun until now, your chemistry clearly showing on camera, and you were quite entertained about the whole challenge. but being a deeply competitive person, you knew you had to win this round to even have a chance of taking the lead on the score. "okay so, this one's hard," you earned mischievously, before listing the options. "i went skydiving during the summer, i married young, or i have two older brothers," you sentenced, trying to keep your face hard as stone to avoid giving away what the truth was.

"you went skydiving!" florence assured, so sure about her answer that she was squealing, thinking she had won the round, and consequently, the game. "no! i'm actually afraid of heights," you laughed, and her face fell when she realized she had lost. "it's quite a tricky one, but i'm married," you laughed, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"not really married, though, that's why i said it was a tricky one," you laughed, and continued to explain. "one summer i went on a cruise with my family and fell in love with this one kid. we jokingly got married. i think my mom even has a picture!" you laughed, and florence furrowed her eyebrows immediately, pouting at your cheating. "yeah but you're not really married, dummy, that's cheating!".

"we have some news! your mom found the picture and she kindly sent it to us!".

your face turned bright red when the audience started cheering, and you turned around to see the picture showing in the screens behind you. two little boys were seen, holding hands under a tree. you didn't remember it clearly enough to recognise where you were, but you remember that the cruise had stopped once on the coast before returning back home, and you guessed that's where the picture was taken. "that's so embarrassing! i had never seen it" you commented truthfully. "i hope he doesn't recognize himself," you laughed while blushing, and tried to fan air into your face to make your cheeks calm down. the entire studio was cheering, and jimmy was pleased to see your reaction and how excited the whole crowd was about his discovery. "you didn't get to him yet?" he asked curiously, and you shaked your head in negative.

meanwhile, internet was going crazy about it. the search had started when you joked about it months ago, but now, with photographic evidence, it didn't took long until someone recognised who the little kid by your side was.

the interview was about to come to an end, but minutes before, jimmy clapped his hands excitedly. "we have a surprise for you, y/n!," he squealed, and the crowd let out a "oooh" in anticipation. "oh my god!" you exclaimed, while smiling widely, "i really like surprises". his eyes glinted mischievously, "well, we hope you like this one! we've found your husband with the internet's help!". the sound in the studio was deafening, cheers and screams filling your ears, but the only thought that you could form was a simple question. what? it couldn't be.

jimmy went on, this time, explaining to the camera and the viewers. "on the line is martin ødegaard, arsenal's captain, welcome!".

after what felt like too long, but probably, was only a couple of seconds, he answered a shy "hey", thick english accent lacing through his deep voice. "so, martin, is it really you?" the interviewer pushed, and you were glad that the focus had turned from you, because you still were in shock about it. you never even considered that the little five year old guy would ever find you, let alone, be someone in the public eye as you were. it seemed unreal, and you still were having problems believing it.

"i guess so," he laughs, and you are one hundred percent sure that you look like a tomato now, after hearing the beautiful sound heard through the line. "my mum always watches your show, and she told me she recognised me in the picture you showed earlier," he explained, and after jimmy showed the picture again, a few tweets were also shown on the screen; various fans pointing the similarity between the little kid in the photo and what you could guess was a picture of martin as a kid.

you were taken back to reality from watching the screen showing the tweets by his sweet voice alluding at you. "how's my wife doing? haven't seen her in so long," martin joked, and the whole crowd yelled in delight. you laughed, while trying to shake off the feelings erupting in your stomach after being called his wife. "it's been like 20 years, no?," you asked, already knowing the answer. "yeah, i think so".

you didn't want to think too much about it: you knew it was only a joke. but 20 years is too much time, and he could be actually married and with a family of his own. you shifted uncomfortably in your seat at the thought, and it was like the interviewer had read your mind. "martin, are you actually married? kids?".

"apart from y/n, no," he joked, and the public laughed. "i'm focusing on football currently," he pointed out, and a few pictures of him wearing a red jersey and celebrating appeared on the screen behind you. so he was really arsenal's captain, wasn't he? "that's great! y/n, do you like football?".

"yeah, my dad's actually a diehard arsenal fan," you said, matter of factly, remembering how your weekends went when you were a kid, seated at the sofa with your dad, while cheering on his favorite red team. it really seemed too good to be true. "you were really meant to be, weren't you?," quipped jimmy, buzzing at the thought of actually being a matchmaker between the two of you.

"i guess so," you smiled.