#martin odegaard

𐙚 Jobe Bellingham (Borussia Dortmund)

No. of recs: 15

Big boy | @belli5

You’re just obsessed with your boyfriends abs and muscles..

all i want is you | @pinkhairedangelgirl

Jobe Bellingham realizes he can no longer keep his feelings hidden when jealousy overtakes him to finally confess to the person he’s loved for years.

set it up | @/pinkhairedangelgirl

You’ve never had the best of luck when it comes to relationships but being best friends with Ashlyn and Jude means they make it their mission to set you up with Jobe.

the type of bf | @sukiiverse23

I’M FINE | @47foden

jobe makes a post that includes you which leads to a lot of hate comments about you, then he comforts you.

you make me happy | @ikiissagirl

jobe gets quite grumpy when he hasn’t seen her and when he finaly sees her, he is so happy.

Big boy | @dorabellingham

when your boyfriend's job is to keep you warm during the winter

You came | @/dorabellingham

when he invites you to go to a game for the first time but doesn't think you're going

My Lover | @halfwayhearted

Spending time with his family is the best way to spend your time; you really wouldn’t want it any other way.

She’s MINE! | @bobskysworld

jobe spent his whole life sharing with his brother, but this was one thing he wasn’t about to share

Never is a promise | @wonwounds

After an argument and some back handed comments during a Christmas dinner, you’re left humiliated and upset, and you realize never was a promise Jobe apparently couldn’t keep.

Boyfriend Jobe headcanon | @/wonwounds

Nicknames | @judespoets

Cuddly | @nepoxyy-s

your boyfriends dont want to stop cuddling you. until someone errupt in the room

Celebrity crush | @youdarealstevelacy

You’re a rising actor doing an interview with your cast mates. When the question “Who is your celebrity crush” gets asked and you say Jobe..the internet freaks out and you even get a text from a certain footballer.

𐙚 Mason Mount (Manchester United F.C.)

𐙚 Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal F.C.)

No. of fics: 9 

normal girl | @julianalvarez9

martin doesn't really like to be in the public eye. where else to look for a partner than outside of it, right?

lover boy | @/julianalvarez9

part of the family | @/julianalvarez9

erling proves to have good aiming not only on the pitch, but off it too, when he sets up his sister with his national team captain successfully.

Aunties Disney Prince | @footywritingworks

Your little niece meets your boyfriend for the first time. And is completely enamored by him.

Feels like Home | @/footywritingworks

Cuddling with your boyfriend is the best medicine after a hard day.

childhood friends to lovers | @martinodegaard26

Captain’s lucky charm | @fallinforerling

Eternal Love | @tierneysodegaard2

Happy Little Accident | @/tierneysodegaard

𐙚 Jamal Musiala (FC Bayern Munich)

No. of fics: 4

Close | @peachyl221

You wonder why your boyfriend is being clingy all day.

You can trust me | @/peachyl221

Jamal tries to show you that he only wants you in his life. No one else.

the boy is mine | @cher-rei

the new intern seemed a little touchy and you felt the need to put her in her place.

Sparks | @/cher-rei

it's the knockout stage for germany for the 2024 euro, and as usual you're there to support your boyfriend, accompanied by some bad weather and a bet to spice up the evening.

𐙚 Julian Alvarez (Atlético Madrid)

No. of fics: 3

Messi in Manchester | @lorarri

everybody thought you and charles were a thing turns out your fathers international teammate has something to say about that fem! messi! ferrari! f1 driver! reader

Yellow | @julianalvarez9

your mood isn't the best when your sister, the one who almost dragged you into the etihad stadium to watch coldplay, bails in the last minute. although the show wasn't bad, the highlight of the night was someone else.

Not if it isn’t with you | @pensat-i-fet

𐙚 Marc Guiu (Chelsea F.C.)

No. of fics: 1  

RELATIONSHIP STARTER PACK | @lush-pedri

headcanon set on dating marc.

with the premier league title within reach, your brother begged for you to remember your roots. he was the one who would sneak you alcohol when you couldn’t drink, he would punch the boys at school for you, and he was the one who introduced you to erling. so yes, he feels you owe him for this.

“I thought I was coming over for a nice dinner, and now I’m being black mailed.” you jokingly scoff. reaching your hand out for the bottle of wine to refill your glass, Martin’s reflexes were quicker and snatched it into his chest, “you can have more if you agree to wear my shirt.”

“I leave for the restroom and this is what I come back to?” erling gestures to the discussion he’d heard as he made his trek back to the dinner table.

he knew this was coming. he knew this dinner wasn’t just to have a double date, he knew that Martin would use this to get even. after two years of dating, you’d stood by erling’s side and graciously cheered for the boys in blue. now with the title hanging over both teams heads, martin would do anything to have you switch sides.

“I’ll clean your house.”

“you’ve never cleaned ours.” helene interjects, her hands gesturing to the mess of baby bottles, dirty towels, and untidied laundry.

“helene, I’ll clean your house.” erling smiled hoping to earn the blondes affection, but she just shook her head at the goofy giant.

“you won’t be allowed at my house until I win the premier league.” Martin says with the tone. it was the tone that scared you as a young girl, but now you knew martin only used the tone for empty threats. he couldn’t hang anything over your head as leverage anymore as you were both adults.

“do you see how he treats me?” erling taps your arm, and then waves his hand in your brothers direction, “remember who really loves you, y/n.”

you stand up from the table. the chair screeching across the wood floor causes both boys to fall silent. padding across the room, you grab one of the unopened wine bottles and uncork it, “this is going to be a long night.” you say before chugging from it.

raising her hand up for the bottle, you hand it off to helene and she does the same tipping the bottle back, “you both are ridiculous.”

—

erling wraps you tight into his body, the sun rising just outside your room, faint orange and yellow beams casting light into the room. he feels you shift in his arms, the deep slumber slowly fading into wakefulness.

“good morning.” he says, voice slightly raspy.

“not a good morning.” you say, turning your face into his chest. you nuzzle closer, resting your forehead against his bare chest, “today I’ll be crucified if I don’t root for martin.”

his chest rumbles with laughter that fills butterflies in your stomach. his hands roam under your shirt, itching to pull you closer until there was no more space.

“baby, just root for martin, I’ll be okay.”

inhaling his scent, you exhale a long sigh. the anxiety bubbled in you all night. you tossed and turned in the sheets. every other match it didn’t matter what you wore, but now? it mattered more than you could stomach.

“I can’t do that to you.”

you heard him scoff. he shifts away from you, removing his arms from around your body. slowly, he rose out of bed and moved towards your closet. cold and now alone in bed, you watched him as he dug through the hangers of clothes until he found Martin’s jersey that was hung beside his.

“he’s going to kill me if you don’t wear this.” he holds the red jersey like it was a sin. far from his body and fingers like as if touching it would burn him.

“if you’re okay with it.”

“more than okay with it.”

—

“it’s not done.” were words echoed across the emirates stadium.

seated, and stunned, you wait in the visiting lobby for either of the boys to find you. looking down at the red shirt on your body, it felt foreign against your skin. the fabric was the same as man city’s, just the color was a shock.

“I think I like you better in blue.” erling says entering the small visitor’s guest room where you sat. you were the only person in there wearing red, and surely it earned you many stares and whispers.

“I’m proud of you.” you say leaping into his body, and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you, “congrats on the win.”

“how do you feel about the win?” erling asked with a whisper in your ear.

“happy. for you of course.” you quickly reply. hearing the sound of someone’s throat clearing, you pull away. you knew who’s throat it was just by the tense feeling building in the room.

turning to face the door, erling revealed you to your brother, Martin, who didn’t show any emotion to the loss.

“good match.” Martin said with a curt nod in erling’s direction before turning his attention to you.

instantly, a smile tugged on his lips, “that’s my shirt!” he cheered. moving into the room, he turned you around to see you were in fact wearing his jersey.

“take our picture!” martin tossed the phone into erling’s hand and he pulled you tight into his side. he made sure the jersey was showing before smiling beside you.

“don’t worry,” you whisper up to erling, who was shaking his head at the excitement from his international teammate, “I have something you’ll like on underneath.” you teased.

raising an eyebrow in your direction, his lips turned into a smirk, “yeah?” his fingers quickly lifted up the red jersey to see you were wearing a floral patterned baby blue lace lingerie bodysuit.

“good match, martin! we’ll call you later.” erling calls over his shoulder as he shoves you out of the emirates stadium and into the safety of the backseat of your car.