paniniaholic — world cup players summary: a mix of yours and their reactions to you getting their panini sticker. pairing: wc players x reader (jude bellingham, erling haaland, & christian pulisic) warnings: fluff a/n: another panini hc!!! thanks for the req xx 🤍
ERLING HAALAND
he pretends not to care about the stickers and the book… but he totally is sneaking a peek when he can. like you’ll go to the bathroom and he’s quickly getting up to see if you got his sticker yet or if you’ve got any of the red or blue boarder stickers.
“I was just on englands page and now I’m on Norway,” you say turning to find him scrolling on his phone trying to be innocent, “erling, did you look through my book?”
“maybe.” he mumbles, red beginning to tint his cheeks.
“and did you by chance stick yourself on my book?”
“maybe.”
“and you realize there are no other stickers of people shirtless, correct?” you ask picking up the book and showing him the rest of the pages of professional photos.
“well you were sad you haven’t gotten me, so I took matters into my own hands!”
CHRISTIAN PULISIC
he watches you flip through the sticker book and point out the teams you were still missing players from. he had very little interest in the book, but it kept you occupied and you very clearly enjoyed spending his money on the little packs at the grocery store.
“and then there’s this page,” you say flipping to the blue page where his international teammates smiled at him stuck on the pages.
“I just got yours yesterday.” you say slipping the sticker out from the back of the book and hand it to him.
he examines his goofy grin on his face and how he needed a haircut in the picture. his eyes fell on the last empty spot of the roster, his. you were waiting for him to put the sticker on.
“would you like to stick it on?”
“yes please.”
JUDE BELLINGHAM
he finds his mum involved in the mayhem. he knows if his mum is involved in finding a sticker than he knew it meant something.
though you didn’t own the book, you and his mum sat side by side opening dozens of packs and scanning each card meticulously.
“this is a bit much, isn’t it? where am I supposed to eat dinner?” he gestures to the table full of discarded wrappers and useless stickers.
“on the floor, love.” his mum gestures to the floor not caring to even look up from the packets.
rising out of her chair with a scream that caused his silverware to clatter, “it’s him! y/n, blue parallel too!”
though he did not care, and found the stickers annoying, he rushed up from the floor and yanked the sticker out of his mums hand.
