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“If I told the media that I missed you like a brother, what would you say?”
“These are some next level mind games ahead of the match, Jude,” Erling snorts. Not that there’s anything remotely funny about what they’re talking about.
“Erling,” Jude tries, and it works, not because Erling is pathetic, but because this is the first time he’s heard Jude call his name in over a year.
So actually, maybe that does make him a bit pathetic. Whatever.
Or,
Jude is good at the whole self-discipline thing. But just ahead of England's match against Norway, it all comes crumbling down when he thinks of Erling, when Erling thinks of him, and when the internet thinks of the two of them together.
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24 Jul 2026
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“I want to help you.”
He reaches upward, pinching the waistband of Jude’s maroon boxers and slowly pulling them down, waiting for the younger man to disapprove, waiting for him to storm out of here and never speak to him again. He finds his own actions becoming uncontrollable, both of their dense scents swirling in the air, and it’s suddenly suffocatingly addictive to bathe in Jude’s pheromones.
Jude goes into heat before a game, and who is Haaland if not a good friend.
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23 Jul 2026
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once you've seen it with your eyes, i want you surprised by SOH_BLue
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
14 Jul 2026
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An incoming FaceTime call breaks the silence in the hotel room and Erling’s heart almost falls out of his ass when he clambers onto the bed to see that it’s none other than Jude who’s calling. The guilt instantly multiplies. It had only been a few hours since Erling had congratulated his former teammate on the England win, since they’d bantered like the old friends that they were, and here he was, alone in his hotel room and objectifying Jude like–
He doesn’t finish that thought and swipes the bar across the screen to accept the call before it drops.
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22 Jul 2026
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The line goes silent. Dead silent, at least from Jude’s end. Erling hopes, prays, even, that Jude can hear him fucking his fist. That in whatever hotel bed he’s staying in, Jude’s fisting the sheets, maybe his cock, too, to the mental image Erling is painting for him.
“Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?” Jude’s exactly where he wants him, back to the goal, locked onto him, and only him.
“Depends,” Erling huffs. It sounds gruff, even to his own ears. “What do you think I’m doing?”
or Haaland feels...inspired by recent social media trends to give his old friend Jude a call.
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"Jude," Erling says, tone contemplative.
"No," Jude replies preemptively, even as his cock jerks between them.
Erling laughs, his eyes crinkling with it, and fucks into him once, harder, making Jude gasp and grab at the sheets. "You don't even know what I was going to say."
"Yes I do." Jude's voice comes out wrecked, and they've barely started. Embarrassing. "You're gonna make me say things."
or: a series of lessons in intimate communication
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20 Jul 2026