Hellurr, can u plz write a fic of erling haaland x reader who plays on an opposite team and its kind of like an enemies to lovers thingy
Heated Rivalry
Erling Haaland x fem!reader
Author's Note: This is set in an alternate universe where men's and women's football is played in the same professional leagues. Please suspend your disbelief and enjoy the chaos. 🤍⚽
Summary: The world's two best strikers have spent years trying to outscore, outplay, and outshine each other. As football's fiercest rivals, Erling Haaland and Y/N are convinced they're enemies, until their rivalry starts feeling suspiciously like something more.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Mixed Gender Football • Enemies to Lovers • Sports Rivalry • Making Out
The Emirates Stadium erupted the moment the referee blew his whistle. Dortmund versus Arsenal. The fixture every football fan had circled on their calendar , not just for the title race, but for the inevitable showdown between the league's two deadliest strikers.
There were rivalries, and then there was Erling Haaland vs Y/n L/n
For three consecutive seasons, the footballing world had watched the two brightest young strikers tear each other apart every time Borussia Dortmund and Arsenal met. Every match ended the same way, with one of them celebrating, the other fuming, and both refusing to shake hands. They fought for every ball, every goal, every headline, and every individual accolade. The media called it football's greatest rivalry after Messi and Ronaldo .Fans called it a blood feud. Erling and Y/N simply called it another Saturday.
The young players had quickly caught the eye of the world after their heated argument when Y/n lost for the first time because of Erling Haaland. That day went down in history, naming this rivalry as one of the most heated rivalries ever seen in football.
Today was simply another day, fans were cheering throughout the audience for both the teams. More interested in Erling and Y/n facing each other rather than focusing on who's gonna win. As much as they despised each other, the tension between them was widely celebrated as something more than just a rivalry, maybe an attraction?
As the players emerged from the tunnel to a wall of roaring supporters, cameras immediately abandoned the captains and zoomed in on the two strikers. Both of them warming up with the most intensity they've shown as compared to their other matches.
Neither acknowledged the other at first, but everyone knew it was only a matter of seconds before they decided to turn football into rugby.
"Still think you'll outscore me this season?" he called, loud enough for only her to hear.
She scoffed, looking at her teammates "Check the Golden Boot standings, Viking." While he just let out a chuckle.
From the commentary box, the pundits chuckled. "And there it is. Thirty seconds on the pitch, and football's favorite rivals are already at each other's throats."
The referee's whistle echoed around the Emirates Stadium, sending over sixty thousand supporters to their feet as Borussia Dortmund tapped the ball into play. The opening minutes were exactly what everyone had expected , fast, aggressive, and unrelenting. Arsenal's midfield pressed high, Dortmund answered with quick one-touch football, and every successful pass was met with cheers or jeers depending on the colour of the shirt.
The cameras, however, barely left two players.
Y/N and Erling.
They weren't even on the ball half the time, yet they were constantly in each other's orbit, exchanging shoves as they jostled for position, muttering comments under their breath whenever the referee wasn't looking. It had become such a familiar sight that the commentators almost laughed.
"You'd think these two were more interested in annoying each other than winning the match." Said the commentator clearly enjoyed it just as much as the world did.
"Three years of this rivalry and neither has mellowed in the slightest."
In the seventh minute, Dortmund finally found an opening. Jude Bellingham intercepted a loose pass in midfield and immediately threaded the ball forward into Erling's path. The Norwegian exploded into space, eating up the distance with those impossibly long strides as Arsenal's defenders scrambled to recover.
The crowd held its breath.
Everyone knew what usually happened when Erling found himself one-on-one with the back line.
Before he could enter the penalty area, another figure in red darted across his path.
Y/N.
She timed her run perfectly, matching his pace stride for stride until they were shoulder to shoulder. Erling attempted to shield the ball with his body, leaning into her with enough force to push most defenders away.
She refused to budge.
"So that's your plan, Haaland?" she said between breaths, never taking her eyes off the ball. "Run in a straight line and hope no one catches you?"
"Oh?" Erling replied with an amused grin. "It's worked against you before."
With a sharp touch of his right foot, he tried knocking the ball beyond her.
Y/N anticipated it.
Sliding in at precisely the right moment, she hooked the ball cleanly away before popping back onto her feet almost instantly. The tackle was so precise that the referee simply waved play on as the Emirates erupted into thunderous applause.
The replay flashed across the stadium's giant screen while Erling turned to look at her, equal parts impressed and irritated.
She flashed him the sweetest smile she could manage."You'll have to be quicker than that. Can't just row your boat now Viking."
He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he jogged back into position, "You know L/n, I've got eighty-three minutes left so that's plenty of time to embarrass you."
"In your dreams, Viking."
By the time the final whistle sounded, both of them were exhausted, covered in sweat and grass stains after ninety minutes of trying to outplay one another. They shared a brief nod as they passed in the handshake line in a silent acknowledgment that neither had made it easy for the other. It wasn't respect either of them would ever admit out loud, but it was there nonetheless, hidden beneath years of fierce competition.
Everyone noticed how their handshake stayed for a bit too long considering they hated each other on field.
The rivalry continued exactly as everyone had come to expect. Every meeting between Arsenal and Borussia Dortmund was another chapter in football's most infamous feud, with Erling and Y/N refusing to give the other even a second's peace. They argued over every foul, mocked each other's celebrations, and turned every post-match interview into another opportunity for thinly veiled jabs. Fans loved it. The media couldn't get enough of it. Neither of them ever admitted it, but they had become each other's greatest motivation. Every goal Erling scored made Y/N train harder and every award Y/N won made Erling determined to reclaim it. Somewhere along the way, beating the other had stopped being a goal and it had become an obsession.
Their next meeting, however, changed everything.
With Arsenal leading by a single goal late into the second half, Dortmund threw everyone forward in search of an equaliser. The tempo became frantic as tackles flew in from every direction, neither side willing to give an inch. Y/N chased a loose ball down the left wing, just managing to reach it before Dortmund's defender could.
She never saw the challenge coming.
A reckless slide crashed into the side of her ankle, sending her tumbling violently across the turf. The stadium fell eerily silent as she cried out, immediately clutching her leg. The referee's whistle sounded at once, but before anyone else had reached her, Erling was already there. A shocker for the crowd because he was not even near her when she fell, he ran through the field.
"Medic!" he shouted, waving frantically toward the touchline. "Get the physios on, now!" He dropped to one knee beside her, his usual cocky grin nowhere to be found.
"Y/N..."
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing. "I'm okay" she croaked.
"No you're not." His voice sounded firm.
She managed a weak laugh despite the pain. "You sound worried, Haaland."
"Don't think too much of yourself, I'm annoyed, I was gonna beat you."
"Liar."
The medical staff finally arrived, carefully examining her ankle before signalling for the stretcher. Y/N's head shot up the moment the club physio looked at the referee and made the substitution signal. "No" her voice was shaky but firm.
"No, I'm fine."
She tried to push herself upright, only for a sharp bolt of pain to shoot through her ankle, forcing her back onto the grass with a hiss. "I'm staying on."
"Y/N—" the physio began gently.
"I said I'm staying on!" she snapped, frustration spilling over as tears of pain welled in her eyes. "It's the Champions League, I'm not coming off because of one tackle!"
The fourth official was already preparing the substitution board.
"No!" she cried, shaking her head furiously. "Don't you dare take me off!" She looked at her coach and yelled, "I am fine!!"
Erling crouched down until he was at eye level. "Hey" he called out. She refused to look at him.
"Don't."
"Y/n Look at me."
"I said don't." She turned her head to the side, clenching her jaw while holding her ankle in pain.
There was a brief silence before he spoke again, his voice noticeably quieter than she'd ever heard it. "You're hurt", she finally met his eyes, anger flashing across her face. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" she spat. "One less problem for Dortmund."
For a split second, something in Erling's expression faltered. Then he gently rested a hand against her shoulder. "I want to beat you," he said quietly. "Not your injury." He didn't pull away. He simply squeezed her hand once before stepping back, watching in complete silence as she was carried off the pitch.
As Arsenal lost its star striker, they couldn't make it through causing Dortmund to win. Off field, Y/n was fuming seeing this moment and cursing herself but more to the one person. Erling Haaland.
She didn't remember walking there.
One moment she was sitting in Arsenal's dressing room, ankle wrapped in ice and replaying the match over and over in her head. The next, she was standing outside Borussia Dortmund's locker room, jaw clenched, ignoring the puzzled looks from the staff as she pushed the door open.
Erling looked up from untying his boots.
The room was empty.
"...Y/N?" He looked up to see her limping her way to him.
She slammed the door shut behind her. "So that's it?"
His brows furrowed."What?"
"You finally got what you wanted." She said coming closer to his bench
He slowly stood, his 6'5 self towering over her
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He asked with sheer confusion. Oh, don't play dumb." Her voice cracked with frustration. "You told me to come off the pitch because you knew I was the only one stopping you. The second I was gone, you had your chance."
For a long moment, he simply stared at her and then he let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. "You actually think that's why I told you to leave?"
"Well, what else am I supposed to think?"
"I watched you get hurt." He said with a serious and unreadable look in his eyes.
"So?" He frustratedly ran a hand through his hair. "I was terrified. I don't care about beating you if you're hurt." He took a step closer, his voice low but steady. "I've spent years trying to outscore you because you're the only player who's ever made me work for every goal. I wanted to beat you. Not an injury."
She looked away, blinking rapidly."I thought you were relieved." Erling scoffed, "I couldn't even focus on the rest of the match." Silence settled between them. "I kept looking at the tunnel," he admitted. "Hoping you'd walk back out."
Her throat tightened."I was so angry with you," she murmured. "The moment you told me to go... I hated you."
"No." He said while taking a step towards her and she looked back up. "You hated what you thought I'd done."
Another step.
They were barely an arm's length apart now.
"I never hated you," he confessed quietly. "I hated losing to you. I hated seeing your name above mine. I hated that every time you scored, all I wanted to do was score one more."
A small, shaky laugh escaped her. "That's... incredibly unhealthy." "I noticed every time you'd suddenly have four goals the weekend after I scored a hat-trick." She let out an embarrassed groan.
"I was trying to beat you."
"So was I."
They both laughed, the tension finally beginning to crack. "I've been lying to myself for years," she admitted softly. "Every interview where I said I couldn't stand you... every sarcastic comment... every celebration in your face..." She smiled weakly. "It was easier than admitting I couldn't stop thinking about you."
His gaze never left hers. "I stopped believing we were enemies a long time ago."
"I know." She smiled.
"But I'd have been lying, if I told you I didn't think the same too." Followed by another beat of silence. Then she closed the distance between them, reaching up to curl her fingers into the front of his jersey. "So I guess we stop pretending now, Viking."
He looked down at her with a smirk, she leaned in first, brushing her lips against his in a tentative kiss that lasted only a heartbeat before she pulled back, searching his face one last time.
He smiled and then he kissed her again.
This time there was no hesitation, only years of stubbornness finally giving way. They laughed into the kiss when they bumped noses, neither willing to step away for long. When they finally broke apart, both a little breathless, their foreheads rested together. "Gosh I needed this so bad" he whispered against her lips as he trailed kisses down her neck.
She let out a quiet moan when he playfully bit her sweet spot and he held her waist tighter upon hearing her. As they got more into the makeout, Y/n pushed him away and whispered in his ear, "You know where I live, big boy." While kissing his cheek. Erling simply closed his eyes and smiled at the thought. "Go on before you break people's heart by revealing that the heated rivalry is over." He said as he gave her a light spank.
Y/n gasped and said , "Next time we play..." she rolled her eyes, unable to hide her grin." Remember that I'm still scoring more than you."
He laughed and kissed her again
"There's the rival I fell for."
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Hii! 🩵 Could you please do an Haaland exes-to-lovers fic where he regrets the breakup and does everything he can to win the reader back? Lots of groveling, longing, and him trying to prove he’s changed. A happy ending if possible! 😚
Too Late Until It Wasn't
Erling Haaland x fem!reader
Summary: Erling thought letting you go was the right thing to do until he realized losing you was the biggest mistake of his life. Now he's determined to earn your love back, one apology at a time.
Tags: Exes to Lovers • Second Chance Romance • Angst • Longing • Hurt/Comfort • Happy Ending
Word Count: 2820
The entire stadium roared "HAALAND HAALAND HAALAND" , Erling had just given one of the best performances in his career as a football player. The match was over, his fans were overjoyed and so was his sister - Gabrielle, sitting in the stands.
There were flashes and clicks all around him , he was the best player of the match yet he couldn't somehow savor this victory like his previous ones. Maybe because he was missing the celebration of one person around him, someone who was not by his side because of a decision that he once thought was going to be fruitful.
He quietly went back to the stands where his sister was waiting for him with a smile on her face, she engulfed him in a hug and noticed his expression.
“Why don't you talk to her, Erling?"
He looked at her with an unreadable expression “It's not that easy, not when it was me who hurt her".
“I just hope you don't end up regretting this your whole life" replied Gabrielle and left.
Later that night, Erling was just busy thinking about how happy they had been together. She would always come to his games, his parents had met her and vice versa. She made him feel comforted and be his true self , away from his popularity.
It was all amazing until this one decision. The decision that still carried the same scar in his heart. He still remembered the way she looked at him that night.
"Oh you're here! C'mon freshen up I've prepared ribeye steak" her eyes sparkled whenever she talked to him.
He stole that sparkle away that night.
“We need to end this, Y/N" he said with head down. She stopped in her tracks, visible shock “w-what, Erling you know I don't like jokes like these" she chuckled awkwardly after seeing his behaviour.
Upon realisation, she came closer to him and asked him “why?" , wide, teary eyes. Erling swallowed before answering “You deserve better than this". The look in her eyes changed and she scoffed, “are you kidding me?"
"You don't get to decide what I deserve, Erling. If I wanted 'better,' I would've left when you missed anniversaries, when you cancelled plans, when football came first every single time. But I stayed because I loved you, not because I expected perfection. So don't stand there and tell me you're doing this for me when you're making this decision all by yourself.” By the end she was in tears.
Erling swallowed hard, watching tears spill down her cheeks. Every instinct screamed at him to pull her into his arms, to tell her he'd take it all back, but he forced himself to stay where he was.
"That's exactly why I have to do this," he said, his voice trembling. "Because you love me enough to keep accepting less than you deserve. You keep waiting for me, forgiving me, putting your life on hold while I chase mine... and I can't keep asking that of you."
She shook her head frantically. "I'm not asking you to choose between me and football."
"I know." He let out a shaky breath. "But football is always going to demand everything from me. I don't know how to be the man you need, and I can't keep promising that next month will be different when I know it won't. I love you too much to let you waste another year waiting for me."
She reached for his hand. He looked at it, fingers twitching with the urge to hold hers one last time.
But he stepped back.
"Goodbye Y/n” he said as he walked through the door, leaving Y/n a crying mess as he struggled through his own tears.
The look in her eyes, the way she reached for his hand and the way he stepped back when she broke down still haunted him. He initially thought he was protecting her, that one day she'd thank him for leaving her and get a man who gives her everything he couldn't.
But the realisation that in turns of protecting her he ended up hurting her the most, was eating him alive. He hadn't ended the relationship because he loved her less.
He'd ended it because he was too afraid to believe someone could love him through the chaos.
Now months later, everything felt incomplete and he wished if it was her text after every match saying :
“You were so good baby ♥️"
A few days later,
Man City held a charity Gala where many distinguished people were invited and obviously he had to attend. Erling almost walked right past her.
The hotel lobby buzzed with players, sponsors, and staff arriving for the charity event, but the moment his eyes landed on the familiar figure standing near the reception desk, every sound around him dissolved into silence.
It was her.
She was laughing softly at something the receptionist had said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear,a habit he'd once teased her about countless times.
For six months, he'd imagined this moment in a hundred different ways.
He thought she'd glare at him.
Thought she'd cry.
Thought she'd turn around and leave.
Instead... She simply looked happy.
Not because she saw him.
Just... happy.
As if she'd learned how to build a life that no longer had room for him.
His chest tightened painfully.
She turned, their eyes meeting across the lobby.
Recognition flashed across her face for only a second before she offered him a small, polite smile.
"Hi, Erling."
The nickname she'd always called him with was gone.And somehow, hearing his own name from her lips hurt far more than if she'd ignored him altogether.
Throughout the event, his mind kept going back to her and he noticed she had become visibly tense seeing him. He knew she was still hurt by him and this caused his heart to break again.
She kept avoiding his eyes and quickly left from there, Erling knew this was the chance to get his girl back. He caught up to her just as she reached the parking lot. "Y/N, wait."She didn't stop until he called her name again, louder this time. When she turned around, her eyes were already glossy. “What" she snapped.
For a moment, he couldn't speak. Months of rehearsed apologies died in his throat. Then something in him snapped."I was wrong.”
She frowned.
"I was so fucking wrong."His voice echoed through the nearly empty parking lot, rough with frustration at himself more than anyone.
"I kept telling myself I left because you deserved better."
“But do you know what the truth is?" He laughed, bitterly. "I was a coward. I was terrified I'd never be enough for you, so I made the decision before you ever got the chance to.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I told myself I was protecting you." He shook his head violently. "Protecting you from what? From loving me? From choosing me? You never asked me to fix everything. You never asked me to be perfect. You just asked me to stay."
His breathing became uneven.
"And I left."
She looked away, crying now.
“I've replayed that night every single day," he admitted,his eyes glossy. "You reached for me... and I stepped back. I hear you crying every time I try to sleep, baby. Every fucking night."
His eyes met hers, red and exhausted. "I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't even expect you to love me anymore." His voice cracked. "But if I spend the rest of my life regretting one decision, it'll be walking away from the only person who never once walked away from me.”
She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, letting out a shaky laugh that held no humor. "You don't get to come back because you finally realized what you lost."
"I know."
"So live with it, Erling... the same way you made me live with your decision." She turned before he could say another word, leaving him standing alone in the parking lot as the weight of his own choices settled over him for the first time.
Next Day
Y/n was sitting on the sofa with her coffee untouched. She kept replaying last night . The knock on her apartment door came just after ten the next morning.
She didn't need to check the peephole to know who it was.
Still, she stood frozen for a moment, debating whether to ignore it. Eventually, with a shaky breath, she unlocked the door.
Erling stood on the other side looking like he'd barely slept. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, his hoodie was wrinkled, and his usually neat hair was a mess, as though he'd spent the entire night running his hands through it."You told me to live with it," he said quietly. "I know." She crossed her arms, keeping the door only half open."Then why are you here?"
He lowered his gaze. "Because yesterday... I apologized for the wrong thing."
She frowned but stayed silent.
"I spent the whole time talking about how guilty I felt. How much I regretted leaving. How miserable I've been." He let out a small, bitter laugh. "Not once did I actually acknowledge what I did to you."
Her jaw tightened.
"I made you believe you weren't enough," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I made you question yourself when none of this was ever your fault. You loved me through every injury, every loss, every moment I doubted myself... and I thanked you by making a decision that was never mine to make."
The tears she'd promised herself she wouldn't shed began to sting her eyes.
"You didn't deserve that," he said. "You deserved a conversation. You deserved honesty. You deserved the chance to decide whether I was worth staying for."
He looked at her for a long moment before taking a step back."I'm not here to ask for another chance."
She looked up at him, surprised.
"I'm here because you deserved a real apology, and I never gave you one."
Silence settled between them.She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie."I'm still angry," she whispered.
"I know."
"I'm still hurt."
"I know."
"I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust you again."His expression crumpled, but he nodded."I understand."
Another long silence passed before he offered her a faint, heartbreaking smile.
"I won't ask you to forgive me today. Or tomorrow. Maybe not ever. I just wanted you to know that if you ever need me for anything remember that I won't walk away again."He turned and headed toward the elevator.This time, he left because she hadn't asked him to stay.
And for the first time since the breakup, he respected her choice instead of making it for her.She stood by the door, knowing he did this because of the guilt of hurting her. The man who wouldn't dare raise his voice at her had suddenly made her miserable.
Erling had been trying to do what she told him, to live with it.
But now it has been three weeks.
Three weeks of fighting the urge to call her.
Three weeks of stopping himself from driving past her apartment.
Three weeks of wondering whether she'd eaten, whether she was sleeping, whether she was still crying because of him.
Then one night at 1:42 a.m., his phone lit up.
INCOMING CALL: Y/N 💖
His heart nearly stopped.He answered before the second ring.
"Y/N?"
For a few seconds, all he heard were quiet, uneven breaths. Then came the sound that had haunted him ever since the breakup.
She was crying.
"... Erling..." she choked out.
He was already grabbing his keys.
"I'm coming"
Back at her apartment, she was a crying mess, struggling to catch her breath amidst her tears. Everything was so overwhelming right now and the only person who could calm her was Erling.
By the time he reached her apartment, it had started raining. She opened the door before he could knock twice.
The sight of her shattered him.
She looked exhausted. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks damp with fresh tears, and she clutched the edge of the doorframe as if it was the only thing keeping her upright.
Neither of them spoke. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms.
Instead, he quietly asked,
"Can I come in?"
She nodded and opened the door wider, clearly trying to control her tears more.
The apartment was silent except for her occasional sniffles. She sat curled into one corner of the sofa while he remained on the opposite end, giving her the space she'd asked for weeks ago.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
She shook her head and looked at him, sadness in her eyes “I've been pretending I'm okay."A tear slipped down her cheek."I'm so tired of pretending."
His chest ached and he moved closer to her, just enough that she felt comfortable for now. "You don't have to pretend with me." He told her gently.
That was all it took. The control she had in front of him, the facade of being strong all this time finally broke and she let out a sob. Erling felt like cursing himself.
She covered her face with both hands as sob after sob escaped her. Her entire body wracked with gut wrenching sobs.
"I tried so hard to hate you," she cried. "Everyone kept telling me to move on…. that you didn't deserve another thought" she coughed “b-but I couldn't. I still looked for you everywhere."
Erlen felt his own eyes sting.
"I know," he whispered.
"No." She looked up at him through blurred vision. "You don't."
She laughed bitterly through her tears."I still sleep on your side of the bed."
His composure finally cracked.
He dropped his head into his hands as tears spilled freely down his face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered over and over. "I'm so, so sorry." His hands ached to hold her and comfort her, he didn't want to step back anymore.
"I loved you so much," she sobbed.
"I know."
"You left anyway."
"I know."
"I begged you to stay."
"I know."
His voice broke completely.
"And if I could relive one day for the rest of my life..." he said, looking at her with tears streaming down his face, "...I'd relive that one just to make a different choice."
Silence.
She slowly stood.
Only a few steps separated them now.
"I don't know how to trust you again," she admitted."I don't know if this will work and I don't know if you can promise you'll never leave again."
He shook his head. He stood up as well, standing closer to her, towering over her and looking at her with guilt and promise.
"I can't promise life won't get hard. I can't promise football won't demand everything from me sometimes." His voice trembled. "But I can promise I'll never decide your future for you again. If we ever fall apart... we'll face it together. I won't walk away without letting you fight for us too."
She stared at him for what felt like forever…
Then, with trembling hands, she reached for him and this time...He didn't step back.
He closed the distance carefully, wrapping his arms around her as if he was terrified she'd disappear.
She buried her face against his chest, crying harder than she ever had before. She let go of all the feelings she kept inside of her all the time.
"I missed you," she whispered, sobbing.
He kissed the top of her head, tears soaking into her hair. " I'm so sorry, baby.”
"I've missed you every single day. Please don't ever do this again."
She looked up at him, their foreheads resting together.
"I still love you and will always do, Erling Haaland”.
A broken smile spread across his face.
“I love you too, baby. I never stopped and I promise I'll never leave my baby girl hurt like this ever again."
She searched his eyes one last time.
Then, closing the final inch between them, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
It wasn't rushed or desperate. It was a gentle kiss, a forgiving kiss. Erling held her tighter around her waist and kissed her back. Trying to show her how lucky he is to have her back.
A promise that they would start again not where they left off, but from the people they'd become.
When they finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers and whispered the words he'd been wishing he could take back for months.
"You deserved better. I promise I will give you better.”
She smiled through her tears and cupped his face.
"I never wanted better, Erling. I just wanted you."
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hii pla can u do some haaland clingy bf headcannons?? like after the game yesterday he js wants cuddles n get moody when reader goes to pee
My Clingy Viking
Pairing: Erling Haaland x Fem!reader
Summary: After the loss, Erling gets extra clingy without saying much. He just wants to hold his girlfriend close and forget about football for a while. After a bad game, she's the only place that feels like home.
Warning: Nothing just fluff
Norway was highly supported by everyone during this World Cup. Your boyfriend of highschool and the goalscorer , Erling Haaland had gained a huge popularity and was adored by fans worldwide
However things had not been good for Norway with their match against England, the Miami heat and the referee had taken a toll on Erling.
That day you bawled your eyes out when Sorloth attempted at the goal himself and turned off the TV when Erling had been substituted.
When Erling came home the first thing he did was grab you close by your waist and hug you for a solid 15 minutes
"Babe, freshen up and then we'll talk" "No Kjære I really need to have you by my side right now"
However you manage to bring him inside and he's just stuck to you like a huge bear. You don't mind that at all tho.
After a while he's cuddling you with you laid on the sofa with his body weight on you, his face on your chest and you stroking his hair.
"Wanna talk bubu?" You ask him,
He just shakes his head and snuggles closer.
His mood starts to get better just by holding how
But your bladder decides to get full and you get the urge to pee
"babe can you move i have to pee"
He visibly frowns like a toddler and holds tighter.
"Erling! I'll pee" he eventually let go of you
When you returned he was lying face down holding the cushion
You went to him and kissed him on his cheek and said "you're my clingy viking"
And he just chuckled and pulled you back in his embrace .
I recently read a loki x fem! Reader fic on Wattpad back in 2018 and I was gobsmacked!! It became the inspo for one of my OC's and gosh I was craving that story again lmao
So I read it on Quotev. It's titled "Broken Princess" and omg 😳
Y/n had only been at the Daily Planet for three days when it happened. She was rushing down to grab coffee, still trying to find her rhythm in Metropolis, as she was mindlessly going out of the bullpen she collided with something hard -- almost like she hit into concrete, instead she looked up to see a tall, clumsy reporter carrying way too many cups.
There was Coffee everywhere. He dropped eight cups of coffee, she felt so miserable. Papers on the floor. His glasses askew and cheeks red like he got caught by his mom wanking off.
“I—I’m so sorry,” he stammered, cheeks red.
"Hey, it's okay, I should be the one saying sorry because I don't really watch while walking" She chuckled and crouched down to help, brushing his hand by accident, and for some reason the touch felt like static under her skin. “You really shouldn’t try carrying eight at once,” she teased, offering him a half-smile.
He blinked at her, flustered, trying to think of something clever but only managing to give a shy smile and scratching his head, “I guess I… wanted to impress the office.”
Y/n laughed and shook her head, and stood. “Come on, I’ll get you a fresh one. Least I can do.”
Although he kept denying, but Y/n couldn't let it happen. It was against her morals and this nerdy guy was too pure to be left out like that so she got him a coffee and told that tomorrow she'll be getting those eight coffees.
For the first time in a long time, Clark Kent couldn’t find the words. And Y/n found herself oddly curious about the boy with the shy smile who seemed both entirely ordinary… and something else.
First Kiss 💋:
It was late at the Daily Planet . The newsroom was empty, only the glow of desk lamps and the hum of city lights outside were illuminating the Planet. Y/n and Clark had harboured this secret crush which Lois and Jimmy knew and teased them off. Clark offered to walk her home, just to be safe.
Y/n kept thinking how he always took care of her and made her feel safe. Maybe she was ovulating.
Halfway across the quiet street, she stopped. “Clark?”
He turned, confused, "Yeah? You alright?" and before either of them could overthink it, Y/n rose on her toes and kissed him. Soft, hesitant, but enough to make him forget how to breathe.
She thought she'd crossed the line and was about to pull back but he grabbed her waist and kissed her deeply.
They pulled back, foreheads together, heartbeat racing.
For the Man of Steel, he was surely Man of Jelly from the inside.
First Fight ⚡:
It wasn’t really about the missed dinner. Or the unanswered calls. It was about the walls he kept building, the way Clark Kent loved her but always held something back.
“You don’t let me in,” she snapped, eyes bright with hurt.
“I’m trying to protect you,” he said, voice low, almost pleading.
The silence afterward was worse than shouting. Days turned into weeks, the distance growing heavier than Kryptonite.
But one night, Y/n opened her apartment door to find him standing there all rain-soaked, exhausted, broken in all the ways he would never admit. His voice cracked when he whispered: “I can’t lose you, Y/n. Not you.”
And just like that, her anger melted. Because loving Clark Kent had never been about winning fights — it was about choosing him, every time.
First Rescue 🦸🏻♂️:
The crash happened too fast for her to scream. Metal shrieked, glass shattered — and then, nothing. Silence.
When Y/n opened her eyes, she wasn’t in the cab anymore. She was pressed against Clark’s chest, the city spinning in the blur around them. He set her down gently, hands trembling like he couldn’t believe she was real, alive, unhurt.
“Clark… how did you—”
He didn’t answer. His jaw tightened, his eyes raw with fear. For the first time, she wondered if the boy with ink-stained hands and shy smiles was hiding something far greater than she could imagine.
When She Found Out 🔑:
The sirens cut through the night. Y/n stood frozen in the street as chaos reigned around her. And then she turned around and she saw him. Not the reporter with crooked ties and nervous laughs. Not the boy who spilled coffee on the road.
But the man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. The man in the cape. The Man of Steel.
Superman. Clark Kent. Her Clark.
Later, when it was over, he found her in the quiet. His hands shook as he pulled off the glasses, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/n, I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
She looked at him for a long moment, heart breaking and mending at once. Then she reached up, touched his face gently, and said:
“I always knew you were different. I just didn’t know you were mine too.”
First Time 💫:
Clark had always kissed her like she was fragile being gentle, careful, and holding himself back as if one wrong move would break her.
That night, Y/n finally pushed past his hesitation. Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, her voice a low whisper against his lips: “Stop being scared of me, Clark. I want you.”
Something inside him cracked. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, months of restraint burning away in seconds. His hands mapped every curve like he’d been memorizing them in secret, each touch firmer, braver.
Clothes fell away. His breath came ragged against her skin, his body trembling with the weight of wanting and fearing all at once. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, even then.
Y/n only pulled him down, eyes dark and steady. “It’s never too much. Not with you.”
And when he finally gave himself over — no walls, no holding back — it wasn’t careful, it wasn’t restrained. It was raw and consuming, every bit of love and longing finally unleashed.
Later, when his head rested on her shoulder, he whispered an apology he didn’t need to give. Y/n smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Clark Kent, you’re the only thing in this world that could never hurt me.”
A/n: guys lmk if u wanna have any of these extended slayyy sorry I'm late had exams to study for 😭
It was a gloomy morning, but not for (y/n) , she'd been excited to meet Clark from Friday. He'd gone to Smallville to spend some time with his parents since they missed him too much and he decided it'd be nice and comforting. Clark even insisted on taking her to meet his parents too, but since she had some serious work commitments so (y/n) unwillingly had to deny.
Clark was supposed to be back to Metropolis by 10 am. That meant he'd be back to Metropolis even before (y/n) had her first coffee of the day.
(Y/n)'s phone rang and she saw it was Clark. She picked it up, her voice full of excitement. "Hello baby!" She chirped.
"Hello sweetheart, I just reached here, what are your plans, honey?" Clark asked.
"The usual, I'll come to meet you"
Clark and (Y/n) had been dating for almost a year now and there hasn't been a single date where Clark didn't pick and drop her. He didn't want her to get hurt because she was such a Klutz. However, (Y/n) had insisted on meeting him, that they'd agree to meet on a common spot.
The entire day was going according to their plan until it started raining. Though Clark had some amazing superpowers he didn't like being wet in the rain, especially if he had a laptop. Maybe it was homesickness or else he'd been fast enough to put his laptop back at his apartment and meet (Y/n). Clark started feeling annoyed and started calling her non-stop. His annoyance growing more when she constantly kept declining his calls.
(Y/n) on the other hand was hurrying up to get dressed in the outfit she'd planned the night before and decided to pack an extra umbrella for Clark so that he'd take home. She kept declining Clark's calls as it annoyed her and kept disturbing her in getting dressed. When she finally picked up, he bluntly asked her "Did you leave?". Y/n was stuck, she was still in her apartment, yet to wear her shoes. She just kept avoiding it and hung up again. She knew he'd been annoyed.
She sat in the cab and Clark called her again, "Go back, you don't need to come", he snapped and Y/n felt her face heat up from embarassment because he never spoke to her like this. "Clark, I’m already-” “You don’t understand anything at all, do you?” His voice rose louder than he meant. “I’m standing here getting wet, and I’ve been traveling since four a.m.!”
Y/n froze at his words. He never yelled at her. Never. The guilt stung, but so did the hurt. He then hastily told her to send her location to him, she sent it but then turned it off because she decided to not meet him too, why would he scold her?
Moments later, he called again asking why she turned her location off. She picked up, her voice small “You should go back, you’re tired. I’ll just go to the store. Since you’re not coming anyways I decided I'd turn off the location”. Clark’s temper sparked again.
“GOSH! What do I tell you? You can’t send a simple location to me? Just send it!”.
She quietly hung up again and sent him her location. By the time she finally reached him, the rain had lightened, and so had his tone. He was calmer now, reaching for her hand to guide her across the street, sliding an arm around her waist to keep her close under the umbrella. His touches were gentle and protective, like he hadn’t just raised his voice at her moments ago.
Now Y/n was sulking real bad. She tried so badly to hold back her tears in the cab. She started feeling ugly and wiped her lipstick off and took off her bracelet and kept it in her purse. She tried to get her hand out of Clark's grasp but he was stronger so he just held on tighter. She wasn't even looking at him now, he turned to her and whispered in her ears in an attempt to lighten her mood, "Sweetie, if you resist out here the cops might just take me with them".
Once in the room, Clark excused himself to freshen up, while Y/n quietly slipped into bed. Her eyes stung, her chest heavy. She had been excited since Friday, picked out her outfit, made plans in her head, but now all of that felt wasted. The moment he shut the washroom door, she turned off the lights and got in the bed, tears threatening to spill. She silently started crying and sniffling. Her mind saying things like 'He scolded you, you just annoyed him pretty bad'
Clark came out of the washroom, drying his hair with a towel, the sound of rain still faint against the window. His eyes instantly fell on her, curled up on the bed, her back to him, shoulders trembling. The sight hit him like a punch.
All the excitement she had carried since Friday. The way she’d planned everything just to see him , and he ruined it. His chest tightened, a lump building in his throat. He had traveled since 4 a.m. sure, but she had waited for him with a heart full of love and instead he greeted her with anger.
He had pictured this moment all weekend too : finally meeting her, holding her after days apart. Instead, his impatience and raised voice had shattered it. She had been excited since Friday, it had been obvious in her voice, she picked her outfit, counted hours and he ruined it all before it began.
Sweetheart…” his voice cracked softly.
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, brushing his fingertips over her shoulder. The second he touched her, she flinched and the quiet sobs burst into broken, louder cries. She turned away from him, curling tighter, as if even his touch hurt.
Clark’s heart split in two. “Angel, please,” he whispered, his hand trembling as he tried again, resting it on her back. “Don’t shut me out. I’m so sorry. I was tired and it was stupid of me, but I should never, ever take it out on you.”
She only cried harder, hiccuping, her fists gripping the sheets.
Clark’s throat ached, he gulped as he slid under the covers behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist even as she pushed him away weakly. Her hands shoved at his chest, she was really affected by this,but he held her firmly ,not with force, but with the kind of strength that kept her safe. He wanted to fix this soon.
"Don’t do this, sunshine…” he murmured, kissing her hair. “Don’t push me away. You’re all I’ve been thinking about since I left home this morning."
She just shook her head at his statement but still resisted, turning her face from him. Clark caught her hand gently and she tried to pull free. "I'm so sorry, princess." He tried to make the mood lighter again, "See, you're a big girl now. You came all the way here alone to meet me. My big strong girl" he held her tighter against him.
That cracked something in her , her sobs started spilling out harder, louder, her fight melting away as she collapsed into his chest. Clark tightened his arms around her instantly, kissing her damp cheeks, whispering apologies over and over.
"I love you. I love you. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never let my temper touch you again.”
Her tears soaked his shirt, but he didn’t care. He just kept rocking her gently, his thumb stroking her jaw until her cries softened.
Y/n looked at him and said in a small voice, "you scolded me". Clark could cry at how sad she sounded. He responded, saying, "I'm so sorry, angel." Clark pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“You’re my angel,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to her trembling lips. “Let me make you forget all of it.”
"You better" she sniffled snuggling into him. Clark just gave a small laugh and kissed her while turning her to lay on her back.
Thank You 🌹✨
A/n: I hope y'all enjoy this. Pls show some love 💕
Do let me know if y'all want a nsfw continuation of the last part.
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