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And he’d had a bad feeling then, all the way to the pharmacy. Because you don’t just walk into a farmacia in the middle of Madrid when you’re Jude Bellingham. You don’t just grab an omega-repro kit off the shelf when your face is plastered across three sports dailies every single morning, grinning or grimacing depending on the headline. So Erling had pulled a dark hoodie low over his eyes, a face mask up despite the heat, and walked three neighbourhoods over to a quiet residential area where the old ladies didn’t know a La Liga player from a hole in the wall and nobody gave a second look to a hooded alpha buying things that felt too significant to be tucked into a paper bag.
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- Part 1 of Boots & Baby Bottles
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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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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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A Better End: Somewhere You Can See The Stars by putyourheadphoneson
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
02 Jun 2026
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It’s been nearly three years since the end of the war and two and half since Sasuke left Konoha for his journey of atonement.
Within the peace he fought so hard for, Naruto has found himself wondering what happiness looks like for him. There’s an itch, a feeling under his skin that he's missing something, that he just can't shake.
When he gets a letter from Sasuke saying he’ll be home in two days with intel about Amegakure's new leadership, Naruto's routine is shattered—and maybe it's for the better.* * *
“Don’t,” Sasuke’s voice was a growl, his palm nearly suffocating Naruto as he covered his mouth with a harsh grip, “get any ideas.”
“W–what?” Naruto’s voice squeaked under his hand, going bright red before he understood his meaning. He was pressed back into the shelves as far as he could, a few of them creaking with his and Sasuke’s combined weight as the other ninja leaned against him in the tight space. “Ideas? I don’t have any of those, you know that–”
“Say one more word and I’ll Amaterasu you.”
