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And there was Erling, shoved onto the sidelines, sitting on a throne of "what ifs" and "send me a picture of you right now" messages. King of secret hookups and even more secret feelings, exactly where he didn't want to be, but couldn't seem to leave.
This is Erling Haaland, in case you don't know him.
A smart man learns from his own mistakes; a wise man learns from other people's. Haaland is neither.
Especially when the mistake he keeps insisting on making is named Jude Bellingham.
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- Part 1 of haalingham abo brainrot
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20 Jul 2026
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„Come up after the tournament. Stay here for a few days.“
Jude has spent years teaching himself not to look for meaning in late-night messages, birthday calls, and plans that never quite happen.
Then Erling asks him to come to Manchester, and Jude says yes before he can pretend to think about it.In a house Jude knows from video calls but has never entered, with rain against the windows, cold tea on the table, and fajitas waiting in the kitchen, the distance between them finally becomes harder to preserve than to cross.
Their words may have forgotten how to be close, but their bodies still remember.
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“Yep, that’s my scent. I can’t believe you’ve never smelled it before,” Beomgyu says. “You know, typical alpha scent. I hope you don’t mind.”
He holds up his wrist, and Taehyun doesn’t even need to lean in to take a better sniff. He would know that scent anywhere—he could recognize it in his sleep, from a mile away.
Desperate for help with his painful ruts, Taehyun accidentally orders a scent sample from his alpha friend, Beomgyu. He now has three tasks: come to terms with his sexuality, reveal his mistake, and confess to his surprising crush.
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i know you play the field but i'm your touchdown by holy_smokes
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
18 Jul 2026
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Jude; England's sweetheart, Erling's omega.
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15 Jul 2026
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“Hyung,” Beomgyu said, stumbling over his words a little. “It’s December 13th.”
Yeonjun’s brows scrunched together, lips coming out in a confused pout like a duck. “Yeah, I know.”
“I’m 25, hyung,” Beomgyu told him. That didn’t seem to help Yeonjun’s confusion, but Beomgyu’s brain was running so fast his mouth could hardly keep up. “I’m almost 26.”
“Yeah, I know that too.”
“No, I mean– I get kicked off of your insurance plan in three months. I am so screwed,” Beomgyu groaned.
“You either have to move out of the country or get married,” Yeonjun said grimly. The little white rectangle of his phone screen was reflected in his eyes. “At least, those are the two most viable options.
“I hate to break it to you, hyung, but no one’s going to marry me. I’m totally fucked.”“I’ll marry you.” Beomgyu nearly dropped his phone at the sound of Taehyun’s voice. Yeonjun turned the phone around so that Taehyun’s face showed up on the screen. He waved. “Hi, Beomgyu hyung. I’ll marry you, problem solved.”