Life could be a dream, sweetheart
βStop βΒ fightingΒ β this,β Jude complains, throwing his arms around Erlingβs neck and attempting to hoist himself up again. βStop trying to climb on me,β Erling counters, wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes. βI will if you just carry me.β βBut why am I always carryingΒ you?β βBecause youβre huge, mate,β Jude giggles, sliding down to the ground again after another unsuccessful mounting attempt. βAnd Iβm only little.β Erling snorts. βYouβre six foot, Jude.β
if anyone would like a 9k dortmund era haalingham fic with plenty of fluff and smut -> go here! <3

















