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“You know they ship us, right?”
“Ship? To where?”
OR: Jude Bellingham has a problem. The internet won’t stop making edits of him and Erling Haaland, and unfortunately for him, the more he watches, the more he starts to understand why everyone is so convinced.
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27 Jul 2026
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Jude Bellingham is supposed to spend Christmas in Norway with his best friend.
The plan is simple: recover from a breakup, play way too much FIFA, and enjoy a quiet holiday.
Then Erling Haaland sends one very unfortunate text.
He blames autocorrect.
Jude believes him.
That should have been the end of it.
Instead, it’s the start of a holiday where shared breakfasts, snowy nights, one house, and far too many almost‑confessions make one thing painfully clear:
There’s no Ctrl + Z for feelings.
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Whenever one of them has a terrible match, the other always calls exactly five minutes after the final whistle.
Unexpectedly, Erling asks Jude how he handles pressure because Norway may be making him captain.
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26 Jul 2026
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if the world was ending, you’d come over, right? by falleraatje
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
24 Jul 2026
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Jude has no idea what time it is in Europe right now. His brain is muddled, so full of memories of the match that he doesn't want to think about and other, older memories that he should definitely keep hidden deep down. Memories of Erling and the times they’ve spent together in hotel rooms, celebrating wins and distracting each other from losses. Jude could use a distraction like that tonight.
[After losing in the World Cup semi-finals, there is only one person Jude wants to call.]
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26 Jul 2026
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Haaland’s Boy by iliketheweek3nd
Fandoms: jude bellingham - Fandom, erling haaland - Fandom
27 Jul 2026
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They called it friendship.
The media adored it.
Their teammates admired it.
Jude Bellingham and Erling Haaland knew it was anything but simple.
Years after Borussia Dortmund, fate throws them onto opposite sides of the pitch.
One wears white.
The other wears red.
Only one of them can reach the final.
Unfortunately, neither of them has ever learned how to leave the past behind.