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Double trouble

Alexia Putellas x reader

Summary: Your twins needs new cleats and alexia learns about the increase in cost of living.

Dinner was soon to be ready, just in time to eat before your twin girls had football practice. They were both on the Barcelona u15’s team, and somehow both of them had a talent. “Mamma!” Your eldest daughter yelled from the down stairs laundry room causing you to mentally sight. She was the messier of the twins; she would probably lose her head if it wasn’t stuck to her body. “Si, mi amor” you said as you walked towards the laundry room. “Mamma, they don’t fit anymore!” She cried as she threw the left cleat towards the corner of the room. “Que? The new one? The pair you got a few months ago, si?” You said as you touched her back to comfort her. “Si, mamma..” she said as she frowned. The girls were definitely in a growth spurt. “Let’s see, Hermosa” you said as you opened up the laces of the shoes and bent down to help her try it on. “AUCH, my toe! It hurts mamma!” She protested as you got the shoe on. She had a talent of being dramatic, as if she belonged on a Spanish telenovela. “Wiggle your toes” you commanded as she sighted and wiggled her toes. It was clear as day, she needed new cleats again. “Alright, Mami is gonna be home any minute now. Let’s all eat and then go to pick up some new ones, si? It’s important that they make you feel comfortable. Go grab your sister and help me set the table, por favor” you said as you stood up and reached your hand out for her to grab. The blonde got up while leaning on to your hand and skipped upstairs to get her sister. The twins were spitting image of Alexia, expect they had icy blue eyes from the donor. You had originally wanted to have kids in two rounds; one with your egg and one with alexia’s egg. However, a pair of twins ended the plan quickly as they were more than enough for the two of you.

Just as you got to the kitchen, Alexia entered the house. “Hola amor” Alexia sang as she walked into the kitchen. “Smells amazing” she said as she hugged you from behind kissing your neck. “Spinach pasta” you said as you leaned into her smiling. You loved your little family, it was everything you had ever dreamed of. The twins bounced down the stairs together and walked into the kitchen. “Mami!” Elena yelled as she hugged alexia. The twins and alexia started setting the table, and you put the pasta in a serving bowl. Alexia grabbed sparkling water and you all sat down at the kitchen table in your designated chairs. “How was school, girls?” Alexia said as she slurped in a spaghetti. “It was bien! I sat with Andrea in class, she’s so nice. Maybe she can sleep over sometime? I also got my test back, I got a B, but I studied really hard” Camila rambled as you all kept on eating. Camila was the more talkative of the girls, often leading the conversation. After a quick chat about her new friend and her good grades, the other twin spoke up. “Mamma, do we have Bandaids? Or tape?” She said as she shoved her pasta around on her plate. “Si, why? Are you hurt?” You asked as you got a worried grin. “No! No, I’m not hurt. My cleats are just tight and it’s tugging in my heel.” She said as she looked up carefully. Alexia’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Already?? Didn’t you ge-“ you smacked her arm. If looks could kill, she would be a dead woman. “Honey, it’s normal. You are growing everyday besides, we are already going to stop by the sports store to grab your sister a new pair so why not see if you find something you like too?” You said as you took a sip of water. Her eyes lit up as she smiled and nodded rapidly. Dinner went on, and you were soon on your way to the store.

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“Alright preciousas, here we are” alexia said as she pulled your Lexus suv up in the parking lot of the sports store. The girls quickly hopped out and practically sprinted towards the store in their workout gear. You grabbed alexia’s hand as you walked in and was met by a mountain of cleats. “Oh my” you mumbled as your eyes widened. Having two girls in football wasn’t cheap, especially not when they were starting to work towards playing professionally while both being on the national squad. It meant twice the travel expenses,kits, jerseys, clothes and a shit ton of sports tape and pre wrap. “Mami! I like the pink ones” Camila squealed as she grabbed Alexia’s arm and pulled her towards a bright pair of Nike. Elena was more hesitant and grabbed your hand as you walked around. “What color do you like? Is there a specific brand you want?” You asked softly as her eyes scanned the wall. “I like pink” she said as she looked over at her sister that was busy trying on cleats. “The same as that your sister is trying on, si?” You asked as you walked towards her and alexia. Elena nodded and held close to you. After a few trials and errors both girls had found a pair of bright pink Nike; the same pair to be fair. It wasn’t really a problem, you just needed to mark the inside of the shoe. Not that it would be a problem as Elena was more of a left striker while Camila was a right striker. At the register, a young woman scanned the boxes and tapped the register. The girls each grabbed the box and immediately disposed the boxes in the trash as they went to the bench in the doorway to put their new cleats on. “And that will be, 559.99 euros m’am” the woman spoke as Alexia was pulling out her wallet. “QUE!?” Alexia said in disbelief. “559.99” the woman repeated as she smiled. “Cash or card?” Alexia stood dumbfounded and looked at the register. “Ai, uh, card” she said as she rubbed her neck. You giggled behind her as this was usually something you would take care of in terms of shopping and her being happy to pay down the credit card every month.

As we walked out the store, the rain has started pouring so Alexia unlocked the car as the girls sprinted towards it to avoid getting soaked. We drove the 5 mins to the arena and said our goodbye’s to the girls before entering the designated room for parents to watch. Alexia grabbed us both coffees on the way into the room, and sat down beside me to watch the girls. Me and one of the other mothers were talking about how crazy the cost of living had become and how groceries had become a huge expense. “Have you even seen the price of eggs! It’s insane, and my daughter eats like a horse.” the woman next to me exclaimed. “Think eggs are expensive? Try having one egg fertilised and it splitting into two.” You said as the whole room giggled while Alexia chocked on her coffee dramatically. “It was your egg Putellas, so you are to blame” you whispered as you winked.

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The world is growing

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: After a miscarriage, you are pregnant again hopeful that this time will be it. But this time, things are not what you hoped they would be.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Something is wrong. The midwife is taking an extra second look at the ultrasound. She’s stopped talking. She’s stopped smiling. She’s stopped everything. She’s just looking. Her eyes glued to the screen without as much as an emotion on her face. She’s moving the probe. And looking some more. Oh no. Not again. Your heartbeat was increasing. It felt like it was about to beat through your chest. You had miscarried once already. The first IVF attempt had surprisingly worked. Only to be ripped away from you after 2 months. No heartbeat. No baby. No future. You had decided that you were ready to try again just shy of Christmas. It was now May, and summer was fast approaching. Alexia had been stuck in traffic as practice had been running late, and she was just around the corner. You couldn’t even imagine having to tell her that once again; your body had killed her egg, her baby. The first time it happened, she didn’t say much. She was so supportive that I t hurt. But when she thought you were sleeping, she let her tears flow. How was she gonna react to this again? What was a third try gonna look like? Would she even want to go for a third try? You didn’t know if that was a possibility. Due to the poor state of her eggs, you didn’t get many good eggs from her, and very few of them had matured into good quality embryos ready for transfer. It had all happened in a short amount of time: from kissing her for the first time to buying a house and trying for a baby all in the span of 3 years. What if she couldn’t handle this? You got nauseous by the thought of it.

“Sorry, I’m just gonna go and get the doctor. Just wait here mrs.Putellas.” The midwife said as she stood up and walked out. You reached for your phone as you pulled your sweater down causing the gel to stick to the inside of your sweater. You didn’t care. You didn’t want to see the tiny bump. You didn’t want to let the doctor see the bumb. You didn’t want the doctor to tell you that your baby was dead. You wanted to hide the bump, and to run away so you didn’t have to deal with reality just yet. You had to once again tell Alexia that you fucked up. It couldn’t have been anyone else’s mistake. It had to be yours. You had been so careful, but you had that one piece of shrimp you shouldn’t have had a few weeks ago and you had a stomachache a few days ago without connecting in to the pregnancy. Alexia had insisted on seeing a doctor, but you insisted that you were perfectly fine. And now you were paying the consequences for it.

“Hola, mi amor, lo siento mucho. The traffic was horrible, so I parked upfront. Don’t expect anything but a fine” the Spaniard sang as she walked into the room, a little out if breath. Her smile quickly faded as she saw your serious grin. “Preciousa, are you okay, no?” She asked with a shaky voice as she pulled a chair out to sit close to you while she grabbed your hand. You shook your head as tears formed in your eyes. “Ale, she said that she was gonna get the doctor to come look” you mumbled as your head hang down. “Oh” alexia said as her good energy died out. “I’mo sorry” you said as you buried your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry, ale. I’ll do better next time, I promise” you said as a tear escaped your eye. “Amor, let’s wait for the doctor. It will be okay. I can get some time off and we can travel, just stay at a resort and relax in the heat, si?” She said as her hand touched your belly as if it was purely routine. “But for now, let’s wait for the doctor” she said as she kissed the side of your tiny belly that were still covered by your sweater. You nodded as you tried to distract yourself with the thought of going on vacation. Thailand would be nice, or Bali. Or south-Africa. Greece was also nice, but you had already been there. Cap verde was close and had lots of beautiful beaches. You sat in silence for a while until the door swung open again. “Sorry again, Mrs.Putellas, let’s take a look now shall we” the older woman said as she gestured for the doctor to sit down on the chair to look at the ultrasound. You unwillingly leaned backwards and pulled up your sweater awaiting your penalty. The midwife pointed on the screen and the doctor nodded. “Mhm, I see” she said as she moved the probe around on your belly. You held your breath terrified of the words that were about to come out of her mouth. You didn’t wanna hear it. You gripped Alexia’s hand hard and got a second of reassurance when she squeezed back.

“So, the results. Two things.” The doctor started as your heart-rate skyrocketed. Alexia gripped tighter in your hand and you felt her skin becoming somewhat damp. “First: Your little girl is perfectly fine, she’s small for her age, but she’s getting there” the doctor said as you gasped. Your little girl. A girl. A girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes looking like her mami. “A girl?” Alexia said as her eyes teared up. The doctor nodded as she smiled. “A girl, a princesa” she said as she smiled. She turned around the screen of the ultrasound so you could see your daughter. She was moving her legs slightly, but she still wasn’t big enough that you could feel it. “The second thing i wanted to tell you is, well, exactly that. Second. The second baby is also a girl. Twins. Most likely identical.” She said. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “Que? There’s-there’s two?” alexia said as she scooted closer to the screen as the doctor pointed out the second twin. “Si, dos, correct. She was just hiding behind her sister, which is why she hasn’t shown herself yet” the doctor explained as she gave tons of information about how check ups were gonna have to happen more often than before. You didn’t catch any of it, as you were just releaved that the baby was alive. Your eyes were glued to the baby on the screen. Well, the babies. The girls. Your two girls. They were fine, healthy and growing. You were snapped out of your thoughts when the doctor and the midwife left the room to allow you to breathe. None of you said a word. The room was dead quiet.

“I-I guess we need to go shopping again” she stuttered while looking it you. You nodded. “Two cribs, two strollers, two carseats for both of the cars, oh my god! Do we need a new car to fit the girls??” She panicked as her eyes widened kicking your brain into action. “Babe, it’s okay. There is two girls. They are both healthy. Everything is good. We are all good.” You said as you stood up and embraced her. She held you tight. “God, I just can’t believe it. There are gonna be little girls running around soon. Not just any little girls, our little girls” she said as she wrapped her arms around you kissing the top of your head. “Yea, our little girls. And twice the love” You said as you breathed in her scent instantly calming you. “Our perfect little girls” she said as she placed a hand on your belly. «Our perfect little girls» you repeated as she kissed you.

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Two blossoms on a single branch.

Ona Battle x reader

Triggers; Post partum anxiety. Angst.

Summary: After struggling with a crying baby for months and 100s of doctor appointments, you finally realise why the baby is crying.

Ona was always very clear on that she wanted to be a mom. She wanted kids, multiple of them. A family, a golden retriever, an suv: the whole shebang. The process from you getting pregnant through ivf wasn’t very long, you got lucky and it sticked on the first try. Or, she sticked. Your sweet daughter, Sofia was born on her duedate a bright sunny day in July. She was the most perfect newborn: she slept through the night fast and would only cry if she was hungry. She was all over just a very happy baby.

That lasted until she was 3 months, and let’s just say; hell broke loose. Your normally happy daughter had started crying at every chance she got. She would only be quiet if she was being rocked in her stroller or if she was being bounced back and forth. Sometimes, bouncing wasn’t even enough. You had spent hours upon hours each night trying to calm her so that Ona would get her sleep as her restitution was a part of her job. Being one of the best footballers in the world had its benefits.

You were pacing in the downstairs living room while walking back and forth between the couch and the kitchen in hopes that it would calm Sofia down. The now 1,5 year old was crying even after food, diaper, cuddlesand bathing. Nothing seemed to help. Her high pitched screaming was awful, and you knew that Ona had been developed postpartum anxiety that she was still working on. It was normal for partners, especially female partners to develope it as they naturally would fear that the baby wouldn’t connect. Ona hadn’t felt connected to the baby since the era of crying had begun. Every time Ona stepped into the room while she was crying, it would only get worse and you wouldn’t be able to calm her down. You were trying your best to support her, but sometimes you wished that you could have some support as you were running on 3 hours sleep every night for the last 9 months.

“Shh, baby, come here, you are okay. Mamma is here, princesa” You shushed as the high pitched screaming started just five minutes after you had put her down sleeping in her stroller. The stroller was where she usually slept best leaving you to have an inside stroller and an outside stroller. The little blonde was red from crying, her icy blue eyes full of tears as she grabbed your arm. You stood up and started rocking her again. Her crying was only escalating, and you were just hoping that Ona wouldn’t wake up. “Baby, mamma dosent know what’s wrong” You said as you tried to adjust her position to a more upright one. You had done everything we could; taken her to a bunch of doctors, chiropractors and therapists. Nothing was wrong with her, she was just fussy. You brushed her hair back from her face as it was drenched in tears. “Ai, mamma wishes she could understand you better, preciosa” you said as you walked towards the kitchen hoping that she was wanting her bottle. It was more of a comfort than a source of food as she was getting older, but she was still taking it. You pressed the baby brezza. The machine buzzed as the milk was mixed and warmed at the perfect temperature. You grabbed the bottle and tested it on your arm before taking it with you to the living room. You sat up in the big larger chair and supported your daughter on a pillow as you offered her the bottle. She thankfully accepted it as she kept drinking making the cutest whines you could ever imagine a baby making. Everytime she stopped crying, you were reminded of how sweet she was and how much you loved her.

The clock was now 6.30 and Ona entered the living room. You quickly gestured for her to not talk as Sofia had finally settled down. When Sofia would finally sleep, you wouldn’t dare to move. “Hi” you whispered as she shoot you an apologetic smile while slipping into the bathroom. You frowned. You missed your wife. You missed how she kissed you on your forehead, how she could hug you, how she would hold you and how she would cuddle you when you went to bed. Life hasn’t really allowed for any of that lately. Sofia wasn’t at a place where you could bring her to the trainings as she only cried. You loved being a football player, but you loved being Sofia’s mamma more so going back to work was paused.

After some time, Ona reappeared from the bathroom as she was fully dressed to go to work. “No breakfast, grabbing something at the arena” she said as she kissed your forehead and walked fast towards the door. “Baby?” You asked as she stopped with her back towards you holding tightly on to the door handle. “Mmm?” She responded, not turning around. Almost like a deer in the headlights. Sofia then woke up and turns her head towards her mami while blinking slowly. “Que, mi-» Ona started before she looked at Sofia in horror. “Ai, no-“ she said again as she was cut off by the familiar sound of Sofia fussing while she was looking at her mami. Her little lips forming into a pout as her feet was kicking and her hands were reaching towards Ona. Ona quickly walked out the door before saying “sorry” as she left. When the door closed, Sofia was once again screaming. “Ai, mi princesa, what’s wrong” you cooed as you tried to cradle her in your arms. It didn’t work as she only became more wiggly, and you were forced to put her down to give yourself a minute to breathe. She had been walking for a few months, so as soon as you, put her down she shot up while launching unsteadily towards the door only to fall on her butt when she tried to reach the doorknob. “Mama” she said as she started crying. You sighted and walked towards her to pick her up. “NO, Mama! Mama!” She screamed as she tried to throw herself backwards. “Baby, I’m here, mamma is here” You said as you catched her and leaned her body into you and she grabbed your sweater with all the might that her tiny fists could hold. “Mama” she cried as you stood confused while bouncing her back and forth in the living room. You stopped in front of the window to see Ona pull out of the parking lot in her Mercedes. You could hear Sofia fumbling with something behind your back as if she was playing with the shelf. “Baby, be caref-“ you said as you shifted her position to sit on your hip. Except she had something in her hands. A frame of you and Ona before Sofia was born. Ona holding your waist as you laughed together. Your absolute favourite picture of you together.

The little girl pointed to the picture as she sniffled. “Mama” she said as she pointed and hugged the frame into her body. You sat down with her in the couch and grabbed the picture as you held it up infront of her. “that’s Mamma” You said as you pointed towards you. “And that’s Mami” you said as you pointed towards Ona. Sofia sniffled as she wiped her nose with her hand before pointing towards Ona. “Mama” she said as you took a look at her and realised that she was trying to talk. “Mamma” you said as you pointed to yourself. “Mami” you said as you pointed towards Ona. “That’s mamma and Mami” You repeated as she sniffed. “Mami” she mumbled as you started at her in shock. “Yes Sofia! Mami, that’s right! Estas mami!” You said as you cheered, Sofia almost immediately clapping for herself. It was the first time that Sofia had been able to separate mamma from mami and you couldn’t be more proud as I wished that Ona would be here for it.

Later that day you tried to feed Sofia lunch after her midday nap. She wasn’t having it throwing the soft boiled paprika to the ground before the potatoes and the carrots followed. She cried, and cried, and cried and cried and cried. You let out a sight as you picked her up. “Preciousa, mamma knows that you are hungry” you said as you looked at her while she was crying. You closed your eyes and let out a sighed before taking a couple of deep breaths like the therapist had advised Ona to. “Okay preciousa, how about mamma make you some porridge, si?” You said as you reached over to the little girl and picked her up. She was still crying, but not as bad as before. It had probably something to do with the smell of the familiar porridge spreading around the house. It was one of the few things she liked, and it was the same porridge Ona had grown up with. The smell of milk, oats and cinnamon was wrapping your house in a feeling of bliss, comfort and familiarity. As the porridge was done, you buckled Sofia into her chair again before feeding it to her. She was luckily eating this time, but you could see that the exhaustion was taking its toll on her. You picked her up and got her all cleaned off as you headed towards the living room. Originally, you had wanted to keep her toys in her playroom but motherhood was rough and toys were now in every room. You sat Sofia down as she reached for her train. It was a blue train that Ona got her for her first birthday. She loved the train and would always bring it to bed when you tried putting her down for the first time at night. After a good 20 minutes of Sofia playing soundly on the floor giving you some well needed time to refresh your mind: the lock in the door clicked. Your eyes shot up as you immediately got scared. Ona was at practice and all of your family were busy. You grabbed Sofia terrified of whoever was behind the door. You held Sofia close as she looked up at you and was feeding off of your nervous energy. Your hand searched for your phone to be ready to dial for help as you gulped. The door-handle suddenly twisted and Sofia started her high pitched crying when she saw the face behind the door. It was Ona that had been told to go home early as she seemed exhausted. Sofia cried as she screamed and Ona looked like she was about to fall apart in the middle of the hallway. Sofia screamed as she reached her arms out and threw herself back in your arms trying to wiggle loose.

Then it hit you like a brick. Like a train. Like a trailer. As if the sky had just fallen down. Sofia wanted Ona. She wanted mami, not mamma. She was missing mami, and her little heart was longing for her mami’s warm touches. Sofia and Ona had a good relationship before the crying started, and you were just now able to put two pieces together. You sat down Sofia on the floor as you stood up and looked at Ona. Ona gulped as the toddler was stumbling towards her terrified of what would happen and her hand instinctively reached for the door. “Ona, stay.” You commanded as your daughter made her way towards Ona. She reached her front and stood at Ona’s legs trying to be picked up as she cried. Her little arms reaching up to Ona as she wanted to be close. “Mami,mami!” She yelled as Ona closed her eyes and took a breath while once again, looking like she was about to break down. She took a step a side causing your daughter to fall on her butt making her cry even louder. “She wants you” Ona said as she ushered towards the staircase and your master bedroom. You sighted as you picked up Sofia, and just as you were about to try and soothe her; you decided that it was time to try something new.

You walked after Ona with the screaming baby in your arms. Ona was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands while she was sobbing. Sofia stopped crying as she looked nervously at you. “Mami” she said as she pointed towards Ona. “Si princesa, estas mami, Mami is feeling sad. Maybe you wanna give her a cuddle, si?” You said as you slowly moved towards Ona scared that she was gonna leave again. You sat down next to her on the bed as your daughter sobbed. “Ona, what does Sofia call me?” You asked as Sofia sobbed in your arms. “Mamma” Ona responded still with her face hidden. “Si, and what is she saying?” You asked as you tried to console Ona. “Mamma” Ona said as she looked up at you, eyes red from crying. Just as you were about to continue your rambles, Sofia reached her arms for Ona and got out of your grip leaving her to bolt at Ona. “Mami, Mami” she cried as she grabbed the fabric of Ona’s sweater tightly, like she was scared that she would leave again. “She’s saying Mami” you said as you looked at Ona who wasn’t able to put the pieces of the puzzle together even thought you were basically giving her all the clues. “Mami” Sofia muttered as she frowned and sat down on her butt after not getting any attention. Ona’s eyes lit up as it finally clicked. She looked down at Sofia and instantly grabbed the little girl holding her close like she did when she was a baby. Sofia’s big blue eyes met Ona’s and a small smile formed on her face as she closed her eyes and relaxed. “Ona, she wants you. That’s why she’s crying. She wants her mami.” You said as you rubbed Ona’s back. You could see tears forming in Ona’s eyes as she studied the little girl suddenly seeing how eyes were icy blue, just the the most beautiful glacier she had ever seen. How her skin felt like the most expensive silk she had ever touched. Her finger traced her noce as she saw the little ski jump nose already making its mark on her face. The roses in her cheeks making her look so vulnerable. “Baby, mami’s here. Mami is so so sorry, but Mami is here now. Mami is never gonna disappoint you again, princesa. Mami is gonna get better, for you and for mamma.” She said as Sofia’s body finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep. You looked at Ona who looked like she had just discovered oil. She looked over at you as tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m gonna take the week off, and we can have time together as a family. I haven’t been the best mami, but I’m gonna try to figure this out for you, for us. I’m sorry for diss-“ you cut her off with a kiss knowing this was finally it. Ona was finally ready to try to connect with her daughter again.

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“Your last name on my back”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen (child reader)

A/N: Jenni never left Barca.

Summary: You get your very first jersey from your team,but you hate it. Not the jersey or the color or the fabric: the names.

Mamma had now stayed over for many nights. Probably more than 50. It was like a forever sleepover. You didn’t know why mamma had stayed over, but mami had tried to explain. You had seem mami and mamma kissing on the couch sometimes. Sometimes holding hands. Sometimes hugging. You understood that they loved eachother. Yet, big words were hard and you loved mamma. Mamma that had always loved you. That always let you sit on her lap. That always wanted to hold your hand. That never refused to carry you. Not your tummy mummy, but mamma. Mamma’s name was Caroline. She had played football with mami and tummy mummy in Barcelona. When your tummy mummy left in the middle of the night and Mami showed up to practice the next morning with a newborn looking terrified; Caroline was there. She was always there. She took care of Mami and you. She picked up the broken pieces and mended them back together one by one. One day at a time. You were only little so you didn’t understand why mamma couldn’t take you to the doctors alone or why you couldn’t have her last name. You had Hermoso, and another strange last name. The other last name was cold, it felt like a frozen shoulder or like someone was taking your heart away. All the other little girls at football had two last names; one from their mom and one from their dad. One from each parent. One from each person that loved them. You however, only had one. Not one name, but one that loved you.

When the coach of your under 5’s had given you your first jersey a Saturday morning, you had teared up when another older girl read the names of your jersey to you. You didn’t like the first last name. You hated it, despised it. The first time you had heard it was when mami was on a phone call while you were supposed to be sleeping. She had talked to her brother, about wanting to change your name but your tummy mummy had refused even though she wasn’t a part of your life anymore. That’s why when you got your first jersey, the moment wasn’t filled with joy. It was filled with as much rage as a 4 year old could have. Your little hands pulled the jersey off while they were shaking as tears were forming in your eyes. The pride of your first jersey being ripped away from you in an instant. You quickly blinked the tears away as you stood there with the jersey in your hands. The fabric of the jersey was just like mami’s jersey, but this jersey didn’t feel good. It felt like something you wanted to throw to the ground. Stomp on. Hit. Get rid of in an instant. “Y/N, you no like your jersey?” You coach said as he stood infront of you. You looked down, not daring to look him in his usual kind eyes. “It’s small” you murmur out as the best possible excuse even though as the youngest and smallest on the team, it definitely fitted you. “Ah, si, how about you just wear a vest yes? A pink vest?” He said as he held the pink neon colored vest infront of your eyes. You grabbed it quickly as you settled on wearing the familiar bright vest instead. Practice began and you quickly forgot about your jersey that didn’t feel like your jersey. The practice went on quickly and by the look of mamma’s face; you knew that she could sense that something was going on. It wasnt until one of the youth assistant coaches was helping you with controlling your ball that you noticed that your jersey was gone from the field. It made you happy, as you thought that it had disappeared and that you wouldn’t have to ever see it again. The practice ended and your team did your usual team hug and chant at the end. You ran off the field with the other little girls straight to Caroline who was sitting with the other parents. “Mamma!” You yelled as you ran into her arms. “I am so proud of you Engel, you worked so hard today. Ready to go home and see mami?” Caroline said as her strong arms lifted you up from the ground. Mamma and mami never cared about people that said that you shouldn’t be carried or that you were too old. They knew that one day, you wouldn’t wanna be carried anymore and until that day came along: they refused to stop holding you close and keeping you safe.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table with Mami and Caroline having lunch. You were talking about how practice went and how hard you were working on your skills. Caroline joked that she had gotten it from her mamma, but all three of you knew that it wasn’t possible. It made you pout as you wanted to be mami and mamma’s baby so bad. You dropped your fork onto the table and frowned as you pouted. Your mami looked at you as she tilted her head. “So baby, we need to talk about what happened at practice today. I heard that you didn’t like your jersey, no? Why is that?” She spoke as she looked at you. Caroline rubbed Jenni’s back as support and you crossed your arms in anger. You shook your head, refusing to answer as your feelings were bottled up in your throat forming a big lump. «Princesa, we want to help you. Was the color wrong? Or was it the fabric?” Mami continued as she tried to get out of you what the issue with the jersey was. The anger made your head spin and your feet tickle. You wanted to throw a fit and scream and yell. You hated your last name. It reminded you of the person who abandoned you when you were a baby. Who suddenly decided that you weren’t important, that you weren’t wanted, that you were regretted. Your little heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You looked up at Mami as you shouted on the top of your lungs; “I don’t wanna be a Putellas anymore, I wanna be a Graham!”

You had hopped down from the chair and stormed to the bedroom as quickly as your tired feet would let you. You shut the door with a bang and twisted the lock on the door. Mami cursing herself for not removing it as she was supposed to. You stomped to your bed and grabbed your pillow and blanket before you made a spot inside your closet for you to decompress and hide. Your feelings felt so big, like your little frame couldn’t possibly fit it all inside your heart. You felt angry, scared, fragile and terrified that mami would eventually regret you as well. You didn’t wanna be a hard child. People would always say that you were delightful and easy going, and you were for the most. It was only this subject that had grown into a big knot in your stomach. Mami didn’t wanna hide your story from you in case you would read it somewhere or a kid would ask you about it. She wanted you to own your own story, so she had always made sure to tell you the story and give you age appropriate details. You pulled the closet doors closed as you closed your eyes feeling tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of practice or because of your big feelings. You wanted nothing more than to run to mami or mamma, be held, be told that she would take care of it, that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset or angry and that she loved you endlessly regardless of anything. You wanted mami to pick you up with her big warm strong arms and hold you close so you could feel her familiar scent. But you couldn’t let yourself. You wanted to be stubborn. To be a big girl. You sniffled as a tear rolled out of your eye as your tried to hold your polar bear close. Your polarbear was however in your bed so you made a bolt to grab your bear before coming back into your closet feeling like you wanted to hide away forever. The bear that Caroline had gifted you when she came from camp with team Norway. You held the bear tight and had him pushed towards your chest as you sobbed. Eventually falling asleep tucked away in the closet.

You woke up to mami’s and mamma’s face towards you. You blinked a couple of times. Could it have been a bad dream? “Hola princesa” Mami said as she stroke your hair gently. The light was dimmed and you were sitting in mami’s arms in their bedroom. You could hear the sound of the television that was mounted on the wall infront of the bed buzzing. “Mami” you said as the feelings came crashing into you leaving you chocking out a cry. “Shh, mi amor, it’s okay, it’s just big feelings” Mami said as she held you closer one hand on your back and the other on your head pushing you into her chest like she did when you were a baby. “Everything will be okay, Mami will take care of it. Mamma told me what happened and if you don’t want to; you don’t have to tell me, si?” Mami said as she comforted you while you shut your eyes to keep the big feelings outside. “Mami?” You said so quietly that nobody should’ve been able to hear, but Mami always heard. Mami always knew. “Si, princesa?” She said as you wiggled lose from her grip and sat up infront of her. You looked at Mami, then at mamma and then at Mami again. “I don’t like my name” you muttered quietly expecting some sort of reaction. “Is that so? Why?” Mami said as she looked at you with a soft expression on her face not seeming angry or mad, just looking at you like you were her whole world. “The other kids, Mami..” you started as you felt tears pricking in your eyes and your voice started to break. “I wanna be like you, and mamma..” you continued as you took a big breath to sound out the last word you needed to complete the sentence. You looked at mamma. “I want your last name on my back, Mami. But I also want mamma’s. No dummy tummy mummy last name.” You said as your frowned and tears were escaping your blue icy eyes to run down your red blissed cheeks. “That’s okay princesa, I can talk to the coach.” Mami said as she pulled you into her arms again. “Princesa, you can have both our last names. Mamma has said that she thinks it’s a good thing.” Mami said as you looked over at mamma. To your surprise, Caroline was smiling at you. You sniffled and smiled back before you launched yourself at mamma like a rocket trying to go to space. But just like mami, mamma always knew and she was prepared letting you close hugging you tight. “Lille venn, we have got you a present” mamma whispered in your ear as your head shot up almost knocking mamma’s nose out in the move. “What is it?” You said as you could feel a spark of good feelings coming back into your body. Mami reached for a box next to her night stand and your eyes opened wide. The box was pink and glittery with a glittery golden bow on top. Mami sat it infront of you as mamma held you in her lap. You carefully tugged at the bow, causing the bow to loosen as you took the lid of the box. You pulled the item out as it revealed a jersey. A jersey just like the team had gotten this Saturday morning at practice. Your heart dropped for a second as you lowered the jersey until mami held it up for you to see. “Do you see the back princesa?” She said as you looked at the letters. It made you confused as you still were learning to read. “It says Graham-Hermoso and it’s the same as mamma’s and mami’s number. 10” Mami was nr.10 in Barcelona and mamma was nr.10 in the Norwegian national team. You felt all the bad feelings rushing to leave your little body as you wrapped an arm around each woman’s neck holding them tight. The two women eased closer to you and held you together closely. “We love you, Princesa. You can always tell us if something feels bad.” Mami finished as she kissed your cheek making you feel all bubbly and happy again. But the legal part of the name change? That’s a story for another day and it’s a long story.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine #jenni hermoso imagine #jenni hermoso #woso x reader

[hoe4sports]

“You look like me”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen (Child reader)

A/N: This was shit, I might redo this later. Also Jenni never left Barca. This is a series. Spanish is always google translate. No triggers.

Summary: You and Caro go on an adventure. You cross paths with an older lady, and your two mama’s are taking steps in their relationship.

Mami was desperately trying to get you ready for the day, but you couldn’t sit still. You were bouncing off the walls with excitement as you waited for Caroline. Caroline had promised you to take you to the toy store and the local ice cream shop without mami, and you were beyond excited. It was almost like the things Mami and Caroline did! “Princesa, you have to try to sit still” Mami sighted as she tried to brush your long hair for the 10th time. “Lo siento, Mami, I’m just happy” you sang as your little legs dangled from the chair that Mami had placed in the bathroom for you to sit on. Your hands touched the skirt of your dress, it was pink, glittery and had sequins; all the things that together made the recipe of a very happy little girl. “And done! What do you think, amor?” Mami said as she held your hands to stand up infront of the mirror. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Wow! Mami! Es fantástico!” You said as your touched your little half updo with the pink elastics. “Es perfecta” you say as your eyes is entranced in your reflection. “You are my favourite girl in the world, amor, mami loves you so so much” Mami said as she picked you up and held you tight to her chest. She would do that from time to time, holding you close for a little while without saying a word. This had happened for the first time the morning she had woken up to your screams as a new born, her wife nowhere to be seen only to pick you up as she found a note downstairs saying family life wasn’t for her wife. That was when she stopped caring about girls and drinks and parties; life was only about her little girl now. Her world withing her hands.

You breathed in mami’s familiar scent and listened to her heart beat only to be disrupted by the sound of someone entering downstairs. “Jenni, Lillevenn! I’m here!” She called as you shot your head up to look at Mami. “Mami, Mami! Es Caroline!” You said as you wiggled loose and bolted towards the hall and the stairway. You giggled as you ran, your hair flying in the wind and your giggles roaming around the hall. “Mamma, mamma!” You yelled as you jumped down the stairs and straight into Caroline’s arms. The words mamma meant so much to her. She didn’t ever imagine wanting kids, but when she met Jenni; she had fallen in love with both her and you. Mami just didn’t know it yet. Caroline had helped raise you, and it felt natural and completely platonic to call her mamma. That was what she called someone in norway that would read her bedtime stories, take her to football and give her kisses, and that had to be a good thing. You jumped into Caroline’s arms and looked up at her. “I’m excited” you said with a shyness in your voice. “Well, I am excited to spend time with my favourite girl in the whole world!” Caroline exclaimed while stroking your hair gently as she smiled down to you. “Let’s go to the car, si?” Caroline said as you took her head and walked out, Mami following close behind. “I’m just gonna take out her car seat, it’s pretty eas-“ mami begun as she unlocked your big suv Lexus. “No need” Caroline said as she opened up the backseat door to her car. “Caroline, she needs a carse-“ Mami said as she shook her head slightly scared. “Wow! A seat! For me? Pink mami, it’s pink” you squealed as you looked at the car seat in the back of Caroline’s car and jumped up into it. “I love it mami!” You said as you slipped into it and giggled. “A special seat for a special girl” Caroline said as she smirked and looked at Jenni. “Caroline, you are absolutely spoiling her. You didn’t have too! I could get one for your car” Mami said as she crossed her arms and looked at Caroline. Caroline was busy buckling you in, and when the belt snapped together like it was supposed to; she turned around to look at Mami. “I’m in this for the long haul”

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“And here we are lille prinsesse, are you ready?» Caroline said as you pulled up to the toy store. It was huge. It had pretty lights and so many colors. You could see huge toy sculptures in the front of the store. It looked magical. It was fantastic! “Yes mamma! It has pretty lights” you said as you beamed in the car seat. Caroline smiled while looking at you in the rear view mirror and unbuckled herself before getting out and helping you out. She loosened the buckle and reached for your hand as you jumped down, your little sandals with blinkers going crazy. You walked together towards the store, which was huge in comparison to your 3,5 year old frame. Your hand grabbed Caroline’s extra tight when you entered through the entrance, and she looked down on you comfortably. “Carry me?” You said as you bit your lip, a bit overstimulated with the whole situation. Just like a mother would, Caroline immediately picked you up and placed you on her hip. When she held you, nothing felt scary anymore. It was safe. Warm. And familiar.

“Wow, look at mirabell!” You squealed as you saw mirabell from Encanto. Caroline smiled and looked at the direction you were pointing towards. Together you walked through endless oceans of bouncy balls, Barbies, baby born, cars, swords, game and little houses with little people in. As she walked around carrying you tightly, scared to death of losing the most important thing in her life; your eyes caught a familiar doll. “Mamma, mamma! It’s Elsa and Anna! From Arendelle!” You shouted as you wiggled down from her grip and bolted towards the big isle of toys. “Woah” you said as your eyes were sparkling while looking up at all the boxes. “Is this what you want prinsesse?» she said as she looked at the big selection of toys. You nodded as you were still in awe. “Can I have the set? With Elsa and Anna and Sven and Olaf and Kristoff” you asked as you were staring at the big box of figurines. “Of course, you can get anything you want skatt» she said reassuringly. She reached for the box that was high up on a shelf before you headed towards the exit to pay. She carried you out to the car, and got you all buckled in; safe and sound before heading towards the ice cream shop.

You were skipping next to her when she pointed to the ice cream shop. “Look lillevenn, there it is!” She said as she looked down on you. You giggled and jumped with joy as you pulled her along as fast as you could possibly move. The bell of the door rang when you entered the shop. It was bright and colorful with sprinkles on the walls. It had nice happy music and the smell was magical. It smelled like a strawberry soft serve with strawberry sauce and fresh cut strawberry. Your feet felt energised as you looked over all the flavours in the display. Caroline picked you up so you could see the ice cream. “Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, banana, orange..Bubblebum!” You say as you point to each flavor. “You are so so smart prinsesse, you impress me every day. Now, do you know what flavour you want?” She said as she looks at you with awe. “Yes, mamma, si! I do know!” You squeal as you are being called to the front desk to order. “Hola princesa! Qué te gustaría pedir?” The older woman says making you giggle. Mami has made sure to speak both Spanish and English, just in case you were to move abroad making the transition easier. “Por favor, ¿puedo tomar helado de fresa?” You say as you smile towards the woman while pointing towards the pink mixture still safe on Caroline’s hip. “Por supuesto! quiere algo señora?» the woman says as her hand is scribbling quick. “helado de chocolate por favor” Caroline responds as the lady gestures for Caroline to pay and she taps her debitcard on the machine.

“Mamma, I love strawberry ice cream, thank you so so much!” You squeal as you dip your spoon into the pink ice cream happy as ever. "Taste mamma!" you say as you shove the spoon into Caroline's face who willingly leta you. "mmmm, it's very good skqtt" she says as she carefully wipes your face on the napkin. “Taste? Pleeeeease” you say as you give her your best puppy eyes. Caroline laughs as she strokes your cheek before offering you a taste of her chocolate ice cream. “Mmm, mamma, gracias, it’s yummy” you say as you lick your lips. An older mysterious woman drops her bag forcing all her coins to fall out of her grip. Your eyes widen as you let out a shocked sound before you wiggle down and start picking up all the coins. You look over at the woman as you hand her the coins and she smiles warmly to you. “Thank you princesa” she says as she touches your hand. Caroline instinctively has a hand on your shoulder and decides to pick you up feeling like you are safest on her hip. “Are you her mom? You look so alike. You have raised a very empathetic young woman.” She says just as she walks out of the shop with her bag. You look up at Caroline who kisses your head. “Let’s go home to mami.”

As you pull up to the driveway, you hold your newest addition to your toy collection close to your chest. Then you can see Jenni come out of the house waving at the car. She’s just standing in her slippers which you find silly so you let out a giggle. Mami opens up the door of your side of the car. “Princesa! I have missed you so much! How was your adventure?” She asks as she unbuckles you while you hold the box in her face. “Mami, Caroline gave me Elsa and Anna and Sven and Olaf and kristoff! From frozen” you say as you squeal. “Wow, aren’t you so lucky?” Mami said as she picks you up and holds you close. The familiarity of mami’s heartbeat and warmth is enough to make you feel so sleepy. You yawn as you lean towards her, taking in the familiar comforting scent that you love so much. At night when you were to sleep in your own bed, you would make sure to have mami’s shirt with you so you could feel comforted if you woke up in the middle of the night. “Are you tired, amor?” Mami says as you nod. Mami carries you inside and Caroline follows quickly behind. “I’m just gonna put her down for a nap, Caz. Feel like home” Jenni says as Caroline nods and puts down her jacket on the counter. Mami starts to walk up the stairs as you say “mamma also put me to bed”. Jenni looks at Caroline and gestures for her to join. Eventually, Mami sits at the edge of your bed while Caroline sits at the little lounge chair next to your bed. “Me look like mamma” you say as you yawn again while mr.sleep is knocking on your eyelids. Caroline blushes as Jenni smiles “Do you think you look like Mamma?” You nod as you close your eyes and pull your polar bear close. “She does, dosent she?” Jenni says as she tucks your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, she looks like you” Caroline says as she tries to move to conversation forwards. “No, Caz. She does look like you. I can tell that she loves you like she loves me. And I know that you love her as your own.” Jenni continues as she tucks you in with your favourite pink fuzzy blanket. You suddenly say “we a family; mami, mamma and me.” As you drift further and further away from the situation while imagining Olaf eating big strawberries in Arendelle where Mamma is from. Jenni and Caroline stands close in your doorway as the shadow of their frames are standing close together. “I would love to be a family” Mami says as you drift complete off.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader

[hoe4sports]

“Three is perfect, but four is too many”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen x child reader

A/N: Pretend that Jenni never left Barça <3 I’m also very nervous because I usually don’t write this kind of imagines.

Summary: You are a child, and your tummy mommy comes to find you after abandoning you and Mami for years

Jenni had always been so attentive to you. She was always making sure that you were comfortable. That you felt loved. That you knew how she proud she was of you, her little girl. Things hadn’t always been like this. When you were first born, Jenni wasn’t your only mama. You had another mama, but she had left you and Jenni in the middle of the night claiming that having a baby wasn’t for her as her career was on a rise. Jenni promised herself to never let disappoint you like that. She had brought you with her everywhere. To training, to camp, to press conferences. It wasn’t really a problem as someone was always injured, and you were so loved by the team. The same team that had seen red when Jenni brought you in strapped into your car seat and told them what had happened. How could their friend, their teammate leave her child and her fiance? But to Jenni, that didn’t matter. She had promised herself that she was gonna love you enough for two parents. She had made arrangements within the Barcelona team and was allowed to bring you as often as she’d like. You were her pride and joy, and if the team didn’t let her bring you? Then she would find a team that would. No medals could ever compare to the joy you gave her.

“Mami!” You giggled as you bounced up and down in her big bed. Jumping as high as your little 3 year old legs would let you while the bright morning sun shines through the curtains. “Ah, mi princesa! Come here and give mami a hug” she said as she reached out and caught you mid air while hugging your tightly. You loved mami hugs. They were big, strong and safe. Her arms holding around your tiny frame allowing you to feel little. “Si, mami! te amo mucho!” You giggled as she placed kisses all over your face. You loved mami so much. She was the best mami, always letting you sit on her lap, always allowing you to be carried, always stopping if you needed her and always protecting you from bad guys. “I love you most, my favourite girl” she said as she blew raspberries on my cheek causing me to giggle again. You liked how mami always had time for you, always saying how you were the most important girl in the whole work. Even more important than football, and mami loved football a lot.

“pequeña, how about some breakfast no?» mami said as she looked down onto you while stroking your already ridiculously long hair. You had long blonde hair, much like your tummy mommy when she was your age. “Si, si, si!” You said as you jumped out of mami’s embrace and ran towards the door as fast as your tiny feet let you. You were fast for your age, the teams physicians and physios were amazed by your balance. Mami always made sure to practice with you, always doing everything right. She would make little tracks for you to climb, jump and crawl through in a hidden attempt to help your balance. She made sure to talk to you early, allowing you to be able to express yourself from a young age. Mami jumped out of bed and chased after you. “Mami is gonna get you, pequeña princesa!”. You started laughing hysterically as your little feet rhythmically tapped on the wooden floors in the hallway. Mami quickly caught up and scooped you up while throwing you up in the air. “más mami, más!” You squeal as your innocent laughter rang throughout the house. Mami shook her head as she held you close and kissed your cheek. “Breakfast now mi sol, then we go to the arena and see aunties” Jenni said as she carried you while walking down towards the kitchen. Mami placed you on the counter to let you help with making pancakes. You loved when Mami let you help in the kitchen. Her warm embrace making you feel safe as eggs, milk and flour became pancakes.

“Alright princesa, we are here” Mami said as she pulled up in the big parking lot in your black suv Lexus. You squealed as you held on to your favourite toy. A snow angel named lina because it was given to you by your tia Caroline. She wasn’t your real tia, but you didn’t care. She was still tia. Caroline had been the most scared when you started joining the team as she was generally scared of children. You on the other hand, had always smiled as her even as a new born placed in your stroller or car seat next to the pitch. Caroline couldn’t help but love you. You really had grown into her. Mami hopped out of the car and got you out as she held you close while walking to the busy parking lot. People was always greeting Mami, but you didn’t understand why. You settled with the thought of that it was because she was the best Mami ever.

“Hola tia! Look, look! I bringed Lina” you said as you waved towards the Norwegian. “Hola lillevenn, hola Lina! I have something for you” she said as she smiled. You loved Caroline’s smile. It was crooked and funny, but you loved her regardless. «Wow, look Princesa, tia is spoiling you!” Jenni said as she sat you down and squatted next to you and Caroline. “You know how tia had to go to Norway? Back home to play football?” She said as you nodded attentively. “With tia Ingrid?” You said as you tried your best to remember. “Si, you are so cleaver lillevenn!” Caroline confirmed as she kept going. “And you remember how you had those really big feelings when I left? And I promised I would bring you something back?” Your eyes widened. Caroline had grown to be mami’s best friend, nobody would’ve ever guess that combo. You loved Caroline, and she loved you (and Mami) like her own. “Yes, I remember tia! I do, i do remember” you squealed as you jumped up and down with excitement. Your little blinker sneakers blinking rhythmically. “I got you this” she said a she pulled out a wrapped gift from behind her back. It had princesses on the wrapping, and it was pink. You two favourite things! “Wow! It’s prettiest tia! I hang up in my room!” You said as you bounced up and down with the gift not realising that the wrapper wasn’t the gift. “Mi Sol, you need to look inside the gift” Jenni said as she laughed and shared a look with Caroline. Your eyes widened, “there’s more?” You said as you carefully unwrapped the gift trying your best not to break the paper. As you opened up the paper, you saw it infront of you. A big polar bear and three reindeers. You had seen nothing like it and your tiny jaw dropped in shock. The bear was soft and cuddly, you immediately gave it a big hug as you kissed it nose. You picked up the reindeer set with two big reindeer and one tiny baby reindeer. You studied it closely from the packing. “You have horses in Noway?” You said as you had the box close to your eyes. Caroline giggled “no, no, lillevenn. It’s reindeers! It’s not horses. You can only find them far north.” She said as you nodded. You were like a sponge always sucking up any knowledge that people would present to you. “Reindeers? WOA-Like in ELSA AND ANNA??” You said as you looked over at Caroline and threw yourself at her. “Thank you mamma, you are the bestest! Almost as bestest as mami! I love reindeer and polar bear!” You said as you didn’t realise what you had said. Caroline looked at Jenni, and Jenni looked at Caroline both blushing. “Alright, let’s go to the warderobe, si?” Mami said as she stood up. You grabbed mami’s hand and Caroline’s hand as you walked in together.

“Look! Look! Ingri! I have white bear and reindeer!” You said as you rushed over to greet her at her cubby. She put you on her lap and nodded. “Wow, aren’t you a lucky girl solstråle!» She said as her eyes looked attentively at the polar bear and reindeers you had showed in her face. “Alright, princesa, do you wanna wear your sneakers or your cleats today?” Mami said as she held your bright tiny pink cleats up. You loved wearing cleats. You felt like Mami. “Cleats! Cleats!” You squealed as you rushed over with your new toys and your tiny pink backpack with pencils, a book to draw in, a book and your plastic animals. Mami always made sure to make you feel comfortable. She had given you a lot of jerseys. Probably more than 6. You couldn’t count so you weren’t sure, but you had a lot. Today you were wearing your pink jersey with your white shorts. The name Hermoso on the back. Jenni had changed your name as soon as she was allowed to, not wanting your tummy mom to have anything to do with you. Mami helped you put your cleats on as she held out your tiny team Norway Nike jacket that Caroline had gifted you when she went to play Finland. She had your blonde hair up in a bun and you smelled like sunscreen. You ran out on the pitch finding the spot where you would always be when the practice was taking place. It was a big blanket set up by the team’s assistant with water, apples and crackers so that you wouldn’t get cold or dirty. You sat down with a pop and took out your new reindeers from their packaging. “This is mami” you mumbled as you took the reindeer out of the packaging. “This is me” you repeated as you pulled the little reindeer out. You grabbed the last reindeer and looked at it for a while. Who was the last reindeer? Tia? Or Abuela? “This is tia” you said as you looked at Caroline and smiled. Caroline waved at you making you giggle. You sat there and played with the reindeers making them walk all over the blanket while you were talking to yourself. You loved when mami had practice.

The coach’s whistle was loud and you held your hands infront of your ears while it rang marking the end of the workout session. You quickly put your reindeers in your backpack at the speed of lighting according to you. You hopped up and grabbed the cuddly polar bear. “Mami!” You said as you got up and your feet started running. Your backpack in your hand and your jacket with Graham written on your back bouncing with you. «Mi sol, Lets get lunch!” Jenni said as she picked you up. Mami was all sticky and smelly, but you didn’t care. You just loved Mami.

As you sat on a chair next to Mami, you looked around you. Mami was talking to Caroline, Ingrid, Mapi and Lucy. You thought Mapi was a little bit scary, but she would let you color on her tattoos so you decided to keep it to yourself. You slurped up spaghetti and the red sauce. It was your favourite and the abuelas at the canteen would always make you an extra special lunch while the adults had salads and fish. As you were trying to slurp up a spaghetti, it slipped and fell onto your face. “Oh lillevenn” Caroline said as you looked at her in shock. She quickly grabbed her napkin and carefully wiped it off your face. “Gracias tia» you said as you decided you were finished eating. «I go play?» you asked as you looked hopefully at mami. She nodded and pushed your chair out so you could climb down. You grabbed your reindeers and sat down in the corner that the abuelas in the canteen had made for you with pillows and blankets. The pillows were soft and you suddenly felt tired, it was normal as it was your expected naptime. Your laid down and closed your eyes as you jawned, blinking slower and slower until you fell asleep. Drifting away into dreams about polarbears, reindeers, mami, tia, snow and this weird place called Noway.

“Ai no, go away! You don’t get to see her!” Your dreams were interrupted by the sound of your mami’s voice ringing through the hallways. You thought you were dreaming because Mami never yelled. She never raised her voice. “Jenni, pot favor, you can’t decided that! I’m also her moth-“ an unfamiliar voice pleaded back. “You don’t get to call yourself that, not after leaving us for three years. Get the fuck out of my sight before I kill you!” You sat yourself up and rubbed your eyes trying to feel more awake as you yawned. “Hola lillevenn, Come here! Let’s go on an adventure!” Some familiar said from behind you. You turned your head and as soon as you saw the person, she picked up up with one hand while grabbing your backpack and reindeers with her other. It was Caroline. You trusted Caroline. She was kind, pretty and funny. She also made mami smile and laugh, so that meant that she was a good person. She held you close, your face meeting her chest as she jogged with you in the opposite direction of mami. It had you confused, but you didn’t think much of it. Caroline had a hand underneath your butt and one hand on your back leaning you towards her. It was funny, Caroline’s jogging made you bounce making your laugh. After some running, you slipped into an unfamiliar room with a bench and the room smelled minty. Caroline shut the door and locked it while she moved towards the bench. “How about we read a book jenta mi?» she mumbled as she rumbled through your pink backpack. The book she pulled out was about two mom families. You loved it, you had gotten it from Ingrid and Mapi after you had asked if they were gonna get married. “Si, si, please! Read book Caro” you said as you popped yourself down on Caroline’s lap. She started reading while stroking your hair attentively. “There once was a girl named Clara, who loved a girl named Mia very much..”

Just when your book was finished, Mami came into the room. “Gracias, Caroline. So much. We are gonna head home now peanut” she said as she looked serious. You pouted because you wanted to be with Caroline. “Mami, i wanna be with Caroline? Can she come home?” You asked up and stomped one of your little feet. “Princesa, she has to go back to training” Mami said as she attempted to pick you up but you slipped out of her reach and hid behind Caroline’s legs. The tall brunette putting a hand on your head and picking you up. “It’s fine Jen, I’ll come with you. They’ll understand” she says as she kisses the top of your head. You all walk towards the exit, but not your usual exit. This exit is weird, and narrow. It’s not bright and full of players on the walls. It’s grey and the door has a green beam. Your thoughts cannot seem to understand why you have to leave through this exit. This exit dosent have the nice canteen abuelas waving at you. You don’t get to say goodbye to Ingrid. Walking out of this door is different. This different isn’t a good different. And you don’t understand why it has to be different.

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Caroline Graham Hansen | When an accident occurs

A/N: Enjoy this little treat of mine. Caroline Graham´s wife is injured during a match and won't wake up again.

Triggers: Medical trauma, birth, angstttt -Day 64-

“Mrs. Graham, what I’m trying to say is that talking to her might help. Holding her hand might help. Patients like her often recall hearing their loved ones talking to them. She’s gonna have to have the fight of her life, and she needs you to fight with her. The baby needs to hear someone’s voice and feel someone’s touch. ” The doctor said as he looked over at me. We were sitting in one of the uncomfortable meeting rooms that was in connection to the intensive care unit. The unit that I had previously not had any relations to. The unit that now had my two most important things within their walls. Leaving me to be able to do nothing but to trust the doctors and nurses. I didn’t even know what to do without her. It had already been two months since the incident. The incident were she was tackled mid game by Lauren James causing her to go head first into the pole of the goal leaving her body lifeless on the ground for several minutes while the medical staff evacuated her. She was only four months pregnant when this happened. It was one of her last games. I had begged her to not play, but she told me to trust her. That everything would be okay and over within 90 minutes. The only issue was that after 25 minutes had passed, my life changed forever. This wasn’t according to plan at all. We were supposed to be in Norway, on our honeymoon before going back to Barcelona to give birth. Instead we were here, stuck in the coldness of the intense care unit. “That’s everything for now Mrs.Graham.” The doctor finished as he closed his binder. “Thank you Doctor” I muttered as I got up from the chair while the tears was burning in my eyes. I walked across the hall, to the right and then to room 4114.

-Day 68-

I walked into the doors of the icu. The nurses giving me apologetic smiles. I didn’t smile back or say anything. I couldn’t. My life had changed forever, and for every day that passed it felt like she was disappearing more and more into her own brain. Room 4114. I knocked on the door as if I was expecting her to open the door for me and ask me to sit. Her nurse welcomed me in, and I sat down in my usual chair next to my wife. She looked so peaceful. As if nothing had ever happened. Like she had slept in like she usually would on Sunday mornings. I don’t know how she still looked so beautiful. The nurse looked at me and smiled. “Today marks the start of week 29.” I was confused as I couldn’t understand what she meant. I shot her a confused look. “Your wife is now 29 weeks pregnant. She’s well today. Her bloodwork came back clear and her vitals are textbook perfect.” The nurse said as she stroke my wife’s hair. Always so perfect. The perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife, the perfect teammate and somehow even perfect in coma. “I’ll leave you alone now, I’m right outside if anything were to happens. Don’t hesitate to push the call button if I can do anything for you mrs. Graham.” She said as she disappeared around the corner of the room. I looked back at my perfect wife, and scooted my chair closer to the bed. “Kjeks is missing you. He sleeps on your side of the bed every night. He meows in the mornings as he walks around confused.” I started as I had to shift my gaze to not have a breakdown. “God, baby, I miss you. I am so lost without you.” I said as I grabbed her hand. I was terrified to break her, and I was scared that she was hurt. But the doctor said that I needed to do this, and I would do whatever it took to get her back. I slipped my hand under her blanket as I rested my hand on her belly. I could feel the baby kick. The feeling leaving me broken inside. “You would’ve loved to feel her kicks. She’s active. She loves to kick. The nurses says she might be a footballer. But i just want her to be alive.” I said as I paused. “Because if she dosent live, and you won’t live. Then I’m not sure I wanna live either.” I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek. 

-Day 80-

The doctor’s was sitting infront of me awaiting my decision. “If you need more time, mrs.Graham, we will respect your wishes and give you more time.” The doctor said with a Spanish like accent. The kind of accent I could recall her make when she made fun of Alexia’s terrible English. “Do it” I said sternly as I got up and walked out of the room. I made my way back the my wife’s room and sat down next to her. “I don’t know how to do this without you. But they need to get the baby out, and they say it’s to give you a better chance.” I swallowed. “But, I can’t help but wonder   If they are taking her out so that they can say that they atleast saved one of you. But I would rather have you than the baby.” I said as I trailed off feeling the familiar burning sensation in my eyes. I grabbed her hand and kissed where she had tan lines from her wedding ring. “And don’t worry, kjære. Im not giving up on you. I have your ring with me everywhere just in case you wake up.” I said as I rubbed her hand.  “I wish you could make this decision about the baby with me. I don’t know how to parent or how to be a mom. Please, please, please. Wake up kjære, wake up.» i said, but to no use. I was cut off as the doctors walked in ready to take our baby out. As if my wife was just some kind of incubator. Just a lifeline for the baby. But to me, she’s my wife. She’s everything. I can’t have this baby without her.

-Day 90-

I sat in the chair next to the doctors dissociating as they talked on about the usual stuff. How her night had been, how her body was handling and what they wanted to do moving forwards. They were going on about possible long term effects of the coma, but also talking about how her brain finally had gone down to normal size after being swollen for months. They were ramming about things like the baby, who was allowed to see my wife and that they was gonna try to wake her up today. They were also talking about how they had kept the baby next to her to give the baby time to feel her.

«Sorry, waking her up?” I asked as I snapped out of my own thoughts. “Like as in getting her out of the coma?” I repeated as I couldn’t believe my own two ears. “Yes, Mrs.Graham, we believe that we will be able to wake her up this time. Everything is coming back clear and the  scans of her brain shows no further injuries as it has come down to normal size.” The doctor said while smiling at me. I was confused. Waking her up? That would mean she would be in pain, confused or even have memory loss. I don’t know what scares me the most; the thought of her waking up to her memory being gone, or her never waking up. “We know this is a lot to handle, but we are feeling optimistic. You are encouraged to be in the room when she wakes up. That’s all for now, mrs.Graham.” He said as the team of doctors stood up. I couldn’t stand yet. I was just sitting in the chair I had sat in every morning from 9-9.15 for 90 days. 

I was ripped out of my chain of thoughts as a nurse tapped my shoulder with our baby in her hands. “She has been fed and changed. I think she might want her mom.” The nurse smiled as she cooed down towards the newborn, our newborn. She was surprisingly well for having been born so early. The oxygen was only needed for the first 48 hours after birth. I had a strained relationship with the baby. Benedicte had always wanted to be the first to hold her, and it tore me to pieces that she couldn’t. I had hold her a couple of times, but I didn’t wanna bond with her yet. I couldn’t, how could I when her mother, my wife was laying in a bed with tubes everywhere?

I was lead into her room again. 4114 as the nurse pushed me down in a chair, and put a pillow underneath my arm. She reached the baby towards me, and I reached my hands towards the baby. I carefully placed the baby in my lap. The nurse slipped out of the room, like she always would. “Hei lillevenn» i said as she grabbed my finger and cooed. Her little tiny hand was wrapped around my finger as if I was the only thing keeping her alive. I hadn’t really done anything to keep her alive. The nurses had been feeding her, changing her and bathing her. Soothing her when she needed soothing and giving her cuddles all day. «Mamma is gonna wake up soon, and then we can be a family like we were supposed to.” I said softly as I felt like an elephant had sat on my chest. “I’m sorry that I haven’t cared for you. Your mamma will be mad at me for it, but you see. I can’t live without your mamma. She is my everything.”‘I said as a tear escaped my eye. She started fussing which caused me to stress. I picked her up and put her towards my chest as I got up from the chair and reached towards the call button. I sighted as I stopped myself from letting the nurses have her.

“Shh, I don’t know how to do this lillevenn, but I’ll try my best” I said as I slowly started bouncing her carefully while I walked around the room while the machines monitoring Benedicte was beeping in a comforting matter. "Yea, that's it skatten min, you are safe, its okay, mom has got you" I said as she started to settle down. I looked down on Benedicte who was whining. She would makes sounds from time to time especially when the baby cried, so it wasn't abnormal. "I know baby, its okay, I'm taking care of her" I said as I tucked some of her hair behind her beautifully braided blonde hair while I kept rocking back and forward. The baby kept crying as a doctor and a nurse entered the room. "Just here to perform the usual checks" he said as he shot me an apologetic smile. "yea, go ahead" I said as if I had any right to decided what were to happen. I slipped outside of the room as she kept crying in a desperate attempt to calm her.

Her stroller stood just outside of her mothers room. I laid her down in the stroller which made her look even tinier. I then started slowly pushing the stroller, the stroller that my wife had picked out. It was a cyber e-praim. Benedicte had been eyeing the stroller for months, but had decided that it was too expensive. That's why I had left practice early one day blaming an injuring in my calf for needing physio. I had went straight to the shop were she had eyed the stroller down and purchased it before I brought it home and set it up for her. I remember how happy she was when she saw it when she got home before she had gasped thinking of the price. I didn't care about prices or money because no amount of money would ever repay the love and patience that she had given me. "Mrs.Graham" I voice said from the door of Benedicte´s room. I was down the hallway with the baby that had just fallen asleep in the stroller. "Yes, what's wrong?" I asked scared to death about what had happened. Last time they called me in like this, they had to have emergency surgery. The nurse smiled as I got closer to her as she nodded her head towards the inside of the room. "Your wife, she's awake" she said as I stopped in my tracks while feeling pure horror running wild in my veins. "Sorry?" I asked as I blinked hard to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. "Your wife is awake, and she's asking for you." she repeated as I looked between the blinds of the room. "Can I-" I started before I could hear my wife talking. "Is she here? Can I call her?" she said as she hadn't noticed me with a worried tone in her voice. God knows that I wasn't deserving of this woman. Even after being in a coma, she wasn't worried about her, but about me. "Yes mrs. Graham, you can see her"

"Skatt, i am so sorr-" she said as I walked towards her and cut her off. "Shh" I said as I sat down next to her legs on the mattress of the bed and pulled her head into my chest. "Everything is stable, so we will give you two a minute" the doctor said as I just nodded in response while my tears were streaming down my face. "Its not your fault, prinsesse. You couldn't have predicted this." I said as I held her tight and didn't wanna let her go ever again. I didn't know how I was supposed to ever let her out of my sight ever again. Her hand rested on my back as I could feel her left hand reaching for her previous baby bump. She pulled away with a look of horror on her face. "The baby" she whispered as tears were forming in her eyes. "Jenta mi, the baby is no-" I started as she cut me off. "no, god no, please don't say it, Caz. I don't wanna hear it." she said as she threw herself onto me. I rubbed her back and leaned down towards her ear. "The baby is in the stroller napping." Her head shoot up and her eyes widened. "She's here? She made it? She's okay? living?" she said as tears once against formed in her eyes. "Do you want me to get her?" I asked as she nodded rapidly with her hand on her belly while the other hand was over her mouth. 

I walked out and stopped the stroller from rocking back and forth. She was in a hospital body, which I instantly regretted as I wished I had brought her clothes to the hospital. The wheels of the stroller rolled soundlessly into the hospital room, and I stopped her next to her bed. Benedicte instantly tried to get up, but I stopped her. "Let me get her for you, prinsesse. Your body isn't strong enough yet." I mumbled as I reached down for our girl and placed her on my wife's chest. God, this was the first time I had realized just how beautiful our daughter was. She had Benedicte´s eyes, her lips was just like her mothers, a cute button nose and lots of blonde hair. Benedicte couldn't stop staring at the little bundle of joy as her tears were steaming down her face. My hand touched Benedicte´s hair, stroking it carefully as I admired the pair. I couldn't believe it, my wife was here. For a second, I was filled with horror: what if this was all a dream?

"Caz, she is perfect" Benedicte cooed as she changed the position of the baby from her chest to her arms. "She's so beautiful" she spoke, and I instantly felt sick. I hadn't paid any attention to the baby as I was worried sick about Benedicte. I should've formed a bond with her, protected her and held her everyday. The baby probably thought that she had nobody on her side. "Caz, baby, when was she born? How? What was her weight and length?" she asked, not removing her eyes from the precious angel. "Uhm, She was born 10 days ago by c section because she was making you weaker by the hour." I said as I rubbed my neck and got my phone up from my pocket. I went into notes, where I had written everything down. One file for Benedicte and one for the baby. "She was just shy of 1100 grams and about 14 inches" I said as I popped my phone back into my pocket. "Look at mommy, she's already taking notes about you, lillevenn. That's what she is like, she is always attentive to details. You couldn’t have gotten a better mom even if you wanted to." she said to the baby as she kissed her forehead. "Hello Mrs. Graham, its truly a joy to see you awake." the doctor said as he walked into the room. "Im gonna have to ask you to do some test, which requires that the baby has to stay with mrs. Graham." Benedicte frowned. "I know that its not the one thing you wish to be doing, but we need to do mapping of your brain function. " the doctor explained as Benedicte reluctantly nodded. "Here, go to mommy, she will take care of you and then mamma will be right back" she whispered into the baby's ear before handing me the baby.

-Day 97-

I was walking up to the hospital with a bag in my hand. This time, I was bringing both my girls home. The team had been supportive and granted me the week off to help my wife become comfortable, and settle us into the new daily life. In my bag I had brought the clothes that Benedicte had picked out from the hospital for the baby and for herself. She hadn't really worn anything besides hospital clothes for a long time, so I was nervous about how she would handle it. Before I could see her, I talked to her doctors who explained that she was cleared to go, but that she might be sensitive to feelings for the first few weeks because she had suffered severe trauma.

"Hei jenta mi, ready to go home?" I asked as I stood in the doorway watching her cuddle with our baby. She shot her head up when she heard me and smiled. "Caz, yes! Im so excited!" she squealed as she sat herself up in the bed. She seemed stronger every day, but she wouldn't be able to go back to work for 12 weeks. It didnt seem to bother her. I handed her the bag and she put the baby down in the stroller. "Im gonna go get changed and have a shower. Will you get Celine changed?" she asked as she pressed a kiss to my cheek while skipping to the bathroom. I gulped. My relationship with little Celine wasn't really strong yet and I was terrified to hurt her.

I took out the outfit Benedicte had planned. A long sleeve pink onesie with ruffles around the neck, white tights and a soft pink dress. It was warm outside so it made sense to not dress her up too much. I carefully took the clothes off the baby and she immediately started fussing when the cool air touched her skin. "Shh, Celine, I know, Mommy is gonna be quick, okay?" I said as I wrestled the clothes on her. She was tiny, but lord knows she was strong. After 10 mins of getting her dressed and 10 mins of putting all of their belongings into the nike bag, Benedicte came out. Her appearance knocked the air out of me. It felt like the first time I saw her. She was having her long blonde hair down, light makeup, she was wearing my Barca nike pants with my number on it and a white nike tshirt. "What? do I have a bug in my face or something?" she said as she giggled. "Baby, its so refreshing to hear you talk and giggle again. I have missed you so much. You are so beautiful, skatt." I said as I embraced her.

"Alright, and here is the papers. Bring them with you to the doctor for the 2 month check up. Everything has been sorted." the nurse said as we stood by our car with the baby carefully strapped into the carseat and Benedicte sitting at the front with the door open. "Thank you" I said "for everything, really." I finished as I grabbed the paper. The nurse hugged Benedicte before going to the back of the car and poking Celine´s cheeks. She closed the doors and waved goodbye. I jumped into the car, and turned the car on. The summer breeze was in the air and the Barcelona sun was settling down. "Let´s go home, skatt. Let´s start our new life." I said as I squeezed her hand. She smiled and looked at me. "Let´s go home, Caz" as she kissed my cheek.

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Caroline Graham Hansen | “I don’t know how to live without you.”

A/N: I love this woman god I wish she was real

Triggers: Caroline being angsty.

I was woken up by my girlfriend who was tossing and turning in the bed. “Caz, you okay?” I mumbled half asleep as I tapped my watch to make sure that I hadn’t overslept. “Mm” she said in a huffed way leaving me confused. Caroline was normally one to take her sleep very seriously as nothing was gonna ruin her recovery. Caroline lived, eat, trained and slept for football. And lately she hadn’t felt successful as before.

It had all started back during the women’s World Cup with the drama around the Norwegian coach and rumours of her not treating the girls right. She had on multiple occasions taken girls like Ada and Caroline out of the starting roster leaving everyone confused. Caroline had gotten enough and spoke up about the situation causing a huge press mess. She was forced to apologise infront of media, and I could tell in her eyes that she hated every second of it. That was when she said that she was gonna have a break from the Norwegian national squad. Weeks later, she had begun preforming poorly in Barca games only scoring 1 goal in 8 games which was nothing like her. This had all gotten to her and during the stress of the last few months I had often found her tossing and turning at night causing her beautiful eyes to be dark and puffy in the mornings. I was close to falling asleep again when she tossed again.

“Caroline? What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, go to sleep skatt»

“Caroline?”

“I said that it’s nothing, I’m just not tired”

“Mm”

“What? It’s true! I just sometimes cannot sleep.”

She snapped as she walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. I had gotten so little sleep over the last few months between being awake with her and watching her while she slept to make sure the world wouldn’t come crashing down on her. All of this caused me to fall asleep. I brutally woke up an hour later to her being back in bed, silently sniffling under the blanket. I scooted myself into her and held her tight. It seems to ease whatever was on her mind. She laid there until she suddenly opened her mouth.

“Would you still love me if I didn’t play football? If I quit Barcelona? If I quit the national team? If I just wanted to give up everything and move back to Norway?”

I was confused as she had never mentioned moving back to Norway before. She has religiously stated that it only felt right to her to be in Barcelona so I was taken by a shock. I couldn’t stutter out an answer as I was trying to make my brain function.

“Be honest. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m not scoring. I’m not winning. I’m getting no recognition. I’m getting shit all day long from coaches, media and fans. God, I really am letting everyone down. How is that even possible to let that many people down at the same time? I shouldn’t be all-“

“Caroline” I yelled. “Stop baby, what’s going on?”

She turned around to look at me as she buried herself into the crock of my neck. “I’m a disappointment to everyone. The coaches, the team, the staff, the fans; I haven’t even been paying attention to you. I can’t remember when I last did a load of laundry, or vacuumed or made dinner or got groceries or go-“

“Baby, I take care of these things and you because you have a lot going on at the moment. You are in the height of your career, flying so high everyday, inspiring little Norwegian girls to play football.” I reassured here as I rubbed her back.

“No, but the thing is. The fans stopped loving me, then the team, then the coach and you. I can’t lose everything all at once. I don’t know how to do it without you.” She sniffled.

“Kjæresten min, I love you for your silly side that very few people get to see, for the way you always push me to be better person, for how serious you take your work, for living for your passion, for you. Not for how many leather circles you can kick in a net.” I said as I tried to reassure her even more.

“But the fans? The coaches? Everyone just hates me. What if you realise how horrible I am and you start hating me. God Benedicte, I don’t know how to live without you.” she rambled on and on about how everyone hated her.

“Okay, baby, listen; I’m not going anywhere. You are not going anywhere. Tomorrow, we will find a psychologist and book an appointment. We can go in and talk to the team doctor to get you some time off. You need to see that there is a world where you don’t run around after balls all day. One day, that world will be your new normal. And you know what? That world dosent suck. It has flowers, colors, animals, exciting food, fun experiences, new people and so many places to see.” I said as she nodded slowly realising that she was caught up in her own mind.

“And when that time comes, Caroline - I’m gonna be here right with you holding your hand as we navigate through it together.”

She yawned as I kissed her forehead shoving her face into my boobs as she was falling asleep. The most beautiful girl that I had ever seen had finally let herself rest. I adjusted slightly so I could lay down comfortably without feeling like my neck was gonna fall of my head while still keeping her close facing my chest.

“Im gonna marry you one day.” She murmured as she started snoring leaving me shocked.

She had never spoken about marriage or commitment to anything but football in a positive way before; and I was just praying that she would come around.

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Alexia Putellas | Wannabe athletes

A/N: Honorable mention to the anonymous that wanted more from Alexia🥹Your wish is my command🫡 I always recommend you reading the first 2-3 imagines of each girl to have a more in debth understanding of the imagine.

Tw: No triggers. Mentions of suicide. Terrible google translate Spanish.

I was staring at the note in my hand as I laid on the bed in my childhood room surrounded by by boxes. The note felt like it was gonna burn through my hand, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It had now been 2 days since the little incident at work and I was still staring at the note the cute blonde gave me.

I had recently broken up with my ex after a not so glamorous moment where I caught her cheating. That’s why I had decided to pack up everything and move. I wanted to get as far away from this town as I could without it breaking my bank. I had some savings, but that wasn’t gonna last long so I was prepared to find a job rather quick. My country of choice ended up being Spain as my Stephfather was from Spain. He entered my life when I was young after my father ended his life. He married my mother when I was 5 and he convinced my mother to let me take his last name which I didn’t mind. As he brought me up, he strictly spoke Spanish with me. Anytime I talked to him in English, he would reply in Spanish causing me to become fluent in no time.

I was gonna leave for Barcelona in 3 days. I was terrified to call Alexia, and i had been contemplating if I was gonna put the note to use for a good 48 hours. Suddenly my hands were ahead of my mind as I typed in the number and listened to it ring. The ringing sound lasted for 5 seconds before someone picked it up.

“Hola” the other line said as I couldn’t remember that the blonde’s voice was so much lower than this voice.

“Hello” I said as my mind went blank. I hadn’t really thought about what I was gonna say or how I was gonna say anything. I felt my cheeks getting flushed, and for a hot second I was close to hanging up.

“MAPI, ¡Devuélveme mi teléfono, idiota”

“Ai, no! ¡Es la chica de la tienda con las sábanas!”

“si, por eso tienes que dejarme ¡hablar con ella!”

“Hola pretty girl, it’s Alexia. I hear you have heard Mapi already” she laughed as I felt my stomach turning into butterflies. Shit. I knew this feeling.

“Hi yes, haha” I said as I mentally slapped myself for it. Why did I say haha. That’s so dumb. Once again I was planning to hang up and hide, but she cut off my train of thoughts.

“So, I take this as you want to take me up on my offer, si?” She spoke confidently with her Spanish accent as I could hear her smiling when she talked.

“I want to make you an offer.” I said as I tried to sound confident, but felt rather pathetic. My cheeks once again flustered, and my body feeling like it was on fire.

“No, niña bonita, así no es como va a funcionar. I’ll take you out for coffee at 10 tomorrow, si?” She said again as I was desperately trying to cool down. I nodded. Then I wanted to kick myself again. She couldn’t see my nodding from the other side of her phone.

“Yes, sounds good!” I said and felt like I had ruined my chances with her before I even got to it.

“Perfect, I’ll text you the address. hasta pronto querida.” she said as she hanged up. I was feeling every feeling in the world at the same time. I didn’t even know that was possible. My head was spinning and I was feeling hot flushes everywhere. Was this a set up?

The next morning came around and it was a Sunday morning. When I hopped down the stairs, my mother looked confused at me. “Honey, are you sick?” She asked with a concerned look on her face. “No?” I replied even more confused. “The clock is 8, on a Sunday morning, you normally sleep until 12.” She said as she looked back at her newspapers. “Uh, yea, I am seeing a friend to say goodbye before I leave for Spain” I felt somewhat proud over having to improvise that excuse is no time.

An hour later, I was standing at my room looking through my closet. Nothing felt like it was working, so I decided I had to blindly dram my outfit from the closet. I pulled out a pair of mom jeans that I knew fit tight around my ass. Then next thing I grabbed was a strappy corset like white top. “Perfect” I mumbled for myself. I got dressed as I sat down to do some light makeup. Everytime we went to Spain, people would pass me over as a Spaniard. My skin was naturally tan, my hair sun bleached blonde and my eyes were light blue. The perfect combo to not stick out from the crowd.

My sister entered the room. She was younger than me, 7 years old but still so bright. “Hola Hermana” she said as she hopped up in my bed looking at me doing my makeup. “vas a alguna parte?” She said as she looked confused while giving me a big yawn. She wasn’t much of a morning person either. “Sí, voy a tomar un café con alguien” I said as I put the finishing touches with my lipgloss. Her jaw dropped as her little mind realised what I was about to do. “MAMI, Ella vamos a tener una cital!” She yelled out as my mother showed up in my room. “English please” she pleaded as I rolled my eyes. How can you marry someone from Spain and not learn Spanish I thought to myself. “Si mama, Little Isabella told me that she forgot to do her homework.” I said as I smirked while my sisters jaw dropped. “No MAMI, Ella esta minti-“ and then she was out of my room with my mother lecturing her on why schoolwork was important.

I had just enough time to slap on my hokas and walk to the little coffee shop. I always liked to be a bit early to anything. It also gave me time to people watch, and I loved people watching. It was so fun to imagine where the people were going and what they had going on for them. “Hola, carina” a familiar voice said behind me. There she was in all her glory. Alexia who I knew nothing about. She could be a serialkiller for all I knew, but atleast then I’d die happy. “Hola, Querida” I said as I stood up and went into her embracing arms. She kissed my cheek and sat down. “So, what do you want?” She asked as she looked up at the screens above the register. “Hm, what do I look like I prefer?” I asked her jokingly. “Are you a black coffee girl? Or low fat, no sugar extra ice and coconut water girl?” She asked while holding one of my hands into hers. I giggled “no, I’m a frappe, give me all the calories kind of girl” I said as she let out a relieved sound. “Okay pretty girl, let’s get you that frappe.” she said as she pulled me towards the register. I admired her again as I took a closer look on her outfit. Jeans, a white top and a leather jacket.

Two hours later, the time had flown by. I was lost in her beautiful sparkling eyes as I was enjoying every laugh she gave out. She was so confident, it felt very refreshing. As she was mid sentence, she took a look at her watch. “mierda, I’m running late! Coach is gonna kill me. Walk me to the car, pretty girl.” I happily obliged. The date had been fantastic, probably better than any dates I had ever been on even if we did something as simple as coffee. When we got to the car that was waiting for her, she pulled something out of her tote bag.

“Do you watch football?” She said as she held the poorly wrapped item in front of me. “Not really, no” I said thinking about how she was probably some wannabe athlete that wanted to take me to her match only to reveal that there was nobody there except the team and their families. “I’ll show you. Tonight, 5.30 at the emirates stadium. I will be waiting for you there, and please, put on this for me will you. Thank you for everything pretty girl.” She said as she kissed my cheek and hopped into the car. I hadn’t really been able to understand what this “emirates stadium” was or what she meant by putting something on. I looked down onto the chaotically wrapped present and took the paper off. It was a jersey, not just any jersey, a Barcelona jersey with a name on it. I was confused, but i did date a girl that was obsessed with footballers before so I just went with it.

A few hours later I had pulled up to the address in the jersey with the name on it. I was a bit annoyed by her taking me to a football match as a part of our date as it didn’t really give us much space to talk. I checked my phone for the time as I stood outside patiently waiting. I felt a tap on my shoulder to see a woman with a suit. “Benedicte Cardinja?” She asked as she looked me up and down. “Uh, yes” I said as I was deeply confused. “Follow me.” I thought this was some kind of sick joke that my friends had pulled on me as we walked down hallway after hallway until we walked up to an elevator and let it take us up for what felt like 14 floors. “In here” she said as she directed me to a little room with an incredible view of the pitch, people gathering in their seats. Some with red jerseys and some with blue jerseys.

“Hola Querida!” I heard from the back of the room as I was admiring the green mat out of the windows. “Alexia, what even is this?” I said as I was watching all the people rumbling around trying to get popcorn, sodas and scarfs. “This is my job” she said as I still stood there staring out of the glass wall not being able to take my eyes of the crowds. “What, are you some kind of sports journalist?” I said as I giggled and turned towards her. I scanned her up and down as I saw her wearing the same as the women on the big electronic billboard. “Not really a sports journalist, but I play this sport and I’m curious so I’m kind of a sports journalist?” She said with a slight giggle. “Huh” I said oblivious to the fact that one of the world’s best football players was standing in front of me. She tapped by back around where the name on the jersey was. “This mi amore, is my last name, Putellas. This is my number, 11. It’s a bit big on you, but I wore this a couple of matches ago.” She said as she turned me to face the stadium. “That’s where I will be playing in 45 minutes.” as she pointed towards the grass leaning towards my back. It finally clicked. She was a famous footballer, not some kind of wanna be athlete. I felt embarrassed and wanted to just melt into the ground. Then she pointed to a special place in the stands separated from the others with guards. “I’ve reserved a seat for you there, just to keep you comfortable si. It’s where the families sit.”

A few minutes later u was sitting in the designated area as I could see alexia running into the field in her warming up jacket. She looked at me and smiled, and I blew a kiss back. She blushed, as she pretended to grab the kiss. One of the girls next to me asked if I was here for my girlfriend or sister. I nodded slowly and said “something like that” , still not sure of what I had gotten myself into, but girl was I ready for an adventure.

#woso imagine #alexis putellas imagine #alexia putellas

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loved the alexia fic, please write more with her!

🫡🫡 as you wish Captain, coming right upd

(Also thank you for telling me, im getting emotional ngl)

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Caroline Graham Hansen | The ring

A/N: I’m gonna cry, I love need to find myself someone like her 🥹

T/W: You might fall in love with my wife

I looked at Caroline with tears in my eyes as i nodded. The tall Norwegian woman was standing in front of me on one knee with probably the most flashy and expensive looking ring I had ever seen. “Ja, Caroline!” I said as I was jumping up and down in excitement. Caroline stood up and picked the ring up from the box as she placed it on my finger. “Fits like a glove, Kjære» She said as she kissed my hand. I suddenly recognised the ring as I gasped ruining the bliss of the moment. “This is a Cartier ring?” I said as I looked closely at the ring. “Yes, we can always get it back exchanged if you don’t like it, I can even get you another one. Just tell me and I’ll tak-“ she begun rambling not being the one to fuss about prices or money. I had grown up poor, and I was right now wearing a ring that costed more than my grandparents house. “This was expensive Caroline! You shouldn’t be spending so much of your hard earned money on me!” I stated as a gasped. Caroline hugged her body into mine and embraced me while she kissed my head. “When it comes to you, I don’t look at prizetags, Skatt”

The next morning we got up to work as usual. We had been together for only a year leading up to this engagement, but Caroline had suddenly figured out that she wanted to get married and she wanted kids. If that were to happen while she was still young, then she had to act quick. Caroline wasn’t really keen on marriage when I had met her which was seemingly obvious as she was 30 years old and has yet to have a girlfriend. We still hadn’t told anyone about our relationship at all. She had made a somewhat anonymous post on her instagram earlier, but nobody picked up that it was me on the picture.

The girls were chattering away as I entered the warderobe, silently going to my cubby while putting my cleats on. Caroline slipped in a few minutes later just like we always did. Ingrid and Mapi was chattering about if they were to get a dog or a cat next while Alexia was in one of her moods. I was tying my hair up when I heared someone vocal a shock as everyone turned silent. I turned around to see Alexia pointing to my hand. “Aios mio! That’s a ROCK!!” She screamed while holding up my hand. “Look at the size of this rock!! Where did you get it??” she screamed as she adored it. Caroline was looking somewhat proud in her corner but she didn’t speak. Ingrid then put two pieces together and came to the realisation that it was in fact an engagement ring. “It’s- Are you engaged?” The Norwegian screamed overly excited while jumping up and down. The intensity of the room increased as everyone was waiting for an answer. I nodded and the girls broke out in cheers and applause. “Who is the lucky one?” Ingrid asked as she looked closely at the ring. I hesitated for a second, “alexia” I said jokingly. Alexia turned around and laughed as she was in on it “si, jealous Ingrid?” Alexia spat out. “That makes sense, it looks like something none of us could afford!” Ingrid states. “I didn’t even knew you had a boyfriend! Congratulations doll!” Ona said as she inspected the ring closely. Alexia laughed “well, If we need someone to help us win, we will just let Benedicte tackle them. That monstrosity of a rock can take an eye out!” The girls all laughed as I laughed with them and shook my head. I taped up my ring and then we ran out for practice.

The practice was rough, and I had to skip to the warderobe as I forgot my waterbottle. When I entered, I saw Caroline getting ready for her physio appointment. “Well look at that pretty girl with that pretty ring” she said as she smiled and reached for my hand. She kissed it and I giggled. “What would your boyfriend say about this huh?” She said as she kissed me quickly as I smiled into the kiss. I loved her silly side, but she rarely showed it to anyone but me. “MAMMA, MAM-“ I turned around and there she was in all her glory. The daughter of Mapi and Ingrid. She definitely was Mapi’s daughter as she was way too curious for her own good. Me and Ingrid grew up together, so I knew the toddler well. “MAMMA, TANTE BENEDICTE KISSED CARO” the toddler screamed as I chased her down the field to her parents. “SHHH” Ingrid said as she tried to shut the toddler down. Mapi was standing next to her shocked. “No, no Caroline, that’s not cool! She got engaged dude, that’s disgusting!” Mapi said as she spat out her words. Ingrid smacked her in the back of her head. “Are you dumb or did someone drop you on your head as a child?” She hissed as the situation now had caused the girls to stand around us. Caroline was behind me laughing hysterically and i was red as a tomato.

“Caroline, you should be laughin-“ Mapi started again but got cut off by Ingrid. “Use your braincells please” she said as she shook her head. “What? Oh-“ Mapi trailed of as she realised it. “Benedicte is engaged to Caroline you absolute baboon” Ingrid said as she shook her head not believing that her partner could be this amount of oblivious. Everyone started cheering, congratulating and we all celebrated on the field together.

Graham95 One of us is gonna have to get a new jersey.

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Ingrid_Engen: The cat is finally out of the bag! Congrats 🫶🏼🫶🏼

GuroP: The newest Norwegian powerhouse.

Marialeonn16: I’m oblivious but obsessed

BenedicteGraham: That will be you xx

Graham95: We’ll see about that.

BenedicteGraham imagine moving across the world only to find forever in another Norwegian.

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#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine

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Ruesha Littlejohn | Karma is a bitch

Tw: Cheating, nothing else.

A/N: Just wanted to pop out something little tonight. Enjoy <3

I was cursing myself for forgetting my tape. I was also cursing myself for allowing my former teammate, Leah, borrow it. We were mid tournament in the champion league and my team had made the cut. It wasn’t like we were bad, but we were not playing our best as so many of our key players was out due to injury.

I had told Ruesha to hold my seat in the bus, as I sprinted towards the hotel lobby. The tape was with Leah, and I saw her earlier going to her room so I was convinced that she was there. “fuck” I mumbled after waiting for the elevator for 15 seconds. I decided on sprinting the stairs for the full 4 floors, not giving a dam about my previously teared acl. I got up looking red as ever, and started desperately banging on Leah’s door. “LEAH!! I NEED MY TAPE!!” I could hear someone inside, but she didn’t open. “Jesus Christ” I mumbled as I kicked the door. “LEAH, I SWEAR! OPEN UP, I NEED MY TAPE!!” I yelled as the door swung open. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I was out of air and of words. My brain was imprinting this image that I didn’t need to see at all. I saw Leah standing there butt naked behind a tiny towel with her hair going in all directions and when i looked into the room, I saw Caitlin Foord also naked.

She handed me my tape. “Here..” she said as she shut the door in my face. The wind of the door hitting my face. I shook myself back to reality. “Oh my god” I said as I backed away and ran back down. “RUESH!!” I screamed as I ran into the bus. “You will NEVER believe what I just encountered.” She looked scared out of her mind. “Do I wanna know?” She asked carefully. “YES!!” I said as she was still not convinced.

“Okay, so I ran into the lobby and the elevator wasn’t quick enough, so I had to run up all the stai-“

“You, what now?

“That’s besides the point!! Ruesh, I saw Leah naked with Caitlin” I said as I shook her by her shoulders. Her jaw dropped, her eyes dropped and everyone around us was equally as shocked.

“Are you sure? Like 100% sure?”

“Ruesha YES! I could’ve spotted Caitlin in a crowd of thousands!”

Everyone was still staring at me and everyone had huge eyes. Ruesha started giggling which turned into laughter which turned into hysterically laughing. The rest of the bus laughing with her. “What can I say Ruesh, Karma is a bitch.”

#woso imagine #katie mccabe #leah williamson #caitlin foord #ruesha littlejohn

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Alexia Putellas | The receipt

A/N: I’m discovering a new found obsession with Alexia so I’m gonna write a set of imagines with her too. Always read the first two imagines of each girl to understand the context of their relation.

Triggers: nothing, google translate Spanish.

I was casually placing up the newest curtains that we got in this morning. It felt so peaceful to work in an interior design store. I got to spend time walking around touching soft materials, looking at new bedsheet covers and blankets. I got to talk to so many new people within one day. It was the perfect job for me. It was Monday morning, and the awaited new items were coming in a bit late. I was struggling with the big boxes being everywhere in the litte shop, but I loved seeing what things were in trend and what had just arrived. A hand tapped by shoulder leaving me terrified as I was busy daydreaming about what my future appartment was gonna look like. I turned around and it was the sweetest old man. “Good morning, is there anything I could do to assist you today?” I said as I smiled while climbing down from the little latter I was using to hang the curtains.

“Good morning Miss, actually yes, my wife is celebrating her 90th birthday this week and I want to get her something special.” The old man replied as he smiled. I nodded and looked around me. “Is there anything you had in mind or do you want some help?” I said as I smiled knowing what I wanted to recommend to him. “I could really use some help, she has so many things!” He exclaimed as he zipped his jacket down. The store was always very hot, so I definitely understood him. “I have the perfect idea! What about a robe? We have multiple kinds. We have thicker materials, silk, cotton or even have linen.” I said as I walked towards the bathroom department of the store where we had the robes. I pulled out the rack of robes and showed him the colors. “Wow” he said as he touched them. “She likes pink and she is a cold person” he said as he furrowed his brows into a thinking position. “Perhaps this pink one that double layered, then” I said as I pulled it out of the rack. “That will do!” He said as he smiled widely clearly satisfied with himself. “Does she like good smells, soaps, towels?” I asked as the man nodded rapidly. “I suggest this pink soap bottle with a rosy smell, this complementing room spray and this matching towel” I said as I put them together to portray what they would look like. The old man nodded as he smiled widely. “Ring me up Miss!” he insisted as we made our way to the desk. I rang him up, he paid and I wrapped the gift in a cute giftbox adding a variety of ribbons and a tag. I did my very best to make the gift look special and the older man was visibly pleased. “Here, for your wife sir!” I said as I handed him the beautifully wrapped box. The man thanked me multiple times and told me how he was always happy to shop with us because of our very thoughtful customer service. I thanked him and waved him goodbye as he walked out.

This was the part of my job that I loved. I loved seeing customers get just what they want and be pleased to find something they have looked for. I walked over to the pile of boxes and pulled out some candle holders in crystal. They were something that every rich hausfrau would need. I kept unpacking the latest news and got to the bedding section. There were tons of new styles coming in synch with the season changing from winter to spring. I grabbed the higher latter from the back and climbed up to place the bedding. The bedding was heavy and I was juggling them back and forth between places to find the perfect spot for the new arrival.

“Hola, Do you work here yes?” A voice said behind me as it tapped my hip. I turned around and there was a woman standing next to the latter looking up at me. She was quite attractive, and I was slightly embarrassed by the fact that my ass was in the same height of as head since I was up on the latter. I jumped down, and smiled. “Good morning mrs, is there anything I can do to help you this morning?” I said as a put down the items I had tried to place. Her friend came around the ilse and she had a look on her face. “Si bonita, yo necesito una..” she was stopped by a smack in the back of her head. “Tonto! Tienes que hablar Inglés!” the other woman exclaimed. “Dios mío! Cállate por favor!” the attractive woman said back. I smiled knowing that I could speak perfectly Spanish as you step father was Spanish. He had been brought into my life as a toddler and he insisted in spaking Spanish with me claiming that it would help my learning abilities. “Sorry, yes, I need some cloth for the bed.” She said in a clearly Spanish accent. I giggled “Sheets? You need sheets?” I said as she blushed.

“Dios mío! Estupido de mierda. Nos estás avergonzando a los dos delante de la cura.” the woman said as she shook her head. I giggled again as I started walking. “Follow me please”. We came to the baskets with sheets and I looked at the pair. The blonde woman was still red and the brown haired woman looked like she was gonna piss herself laughing. “Cotton or satin, what do you prefer?” I asked as I touched the sheets in front of us. The blonde woman’s eyes widened. I smiled and explained.

“Cotton is cheaper. It stretches but I also gets wrinkly. Satin is more expensive, more silky but it dosent pill and it dosent wrinkle. Both have the fitted sheet look.” I said as a reached out for one of each for her to touch. She touched the sheets and looked confused. “What is your preference?” She asked. “Oh, I use the satin ones! They feeling cooling and they are way more durable than the cotton ones.” I said as she nodded. “I’ll take the satin then” she said as she winked. Did she just flirt with me? I shook the thought of quickly. “Now, what color do you prefer? We have navy, black, grey, white and cream” I said as I pointed to the different types. “Dios mio! Realmente necesito encontrar una novia.” the brunette said as she playfully slapped her toned bicep.

“The navy and black sheets dosent work well with blonde hair or fur. The white or cream sheets dosent work if you have a partner with black hair or pet fur.” I said as I smiled while I silently hoped that there was no partner. “I’ll go with crème then, no partner.” she said as she smiled shyly and looked at my blonde hair. I was doing everything I could to not blush.

I beeped the sheet and looked at her. “It’s 49 punds. Are you a member?” I asked as was focusing on the screen in front of me. She shook her head. “Do you wanna be a member? I would just need your phone number.” I said as I smiled hoping I could sign her up as a member because it would mean that I got extra bonuses. “Si, dale tu numero!” the brunette whispered and nudged her. “Yes, [phone], you can write my name as Alexia Putellas.” she said and I obliged. “Quieres una bolsa para ello o lo tomas como estás?” I smirked as the blonde blushed and the brunette bend down hysterically laughing. “Ella puede entender español, mierda estúpida” she wheezed out. “I’ll take a bag.” The blonde muttered while looking down at the bank terminal. She paid for it and I handed her the sheet in a bag with the recite. “Thank you, and goodbye!” I said as the pair started walking out. I got back into working on bedding placement when a hand tapped my knee. Jesus I thought to myself, not one moment to finish the wall. “Good morning, how ca-“ I stopped as I saw the blonde woman again handing me a reciet. “You dropped it.” She said as she disappeared out of the store. I opened the receipt to see who had lost it so we could keep it if they came back. The recite had pen marks on it and when I looked closer it was a message.

“If you ever want coffee, [phone].

-Alexia “

#woso imagine #alexia putellas #Alexis putellas imagine

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Ruesha Littlejohn | “Your love lifts me up like helium.”

A/N: Just wanted to do a little something with this song. Listen to it if you’d like, it was the inspo for this piece of art.

Trigger warning: Depression like feelings, mentions of feeling like there is no hope. Mentions of ending life. Panic attacks.

Two days prior to this moment, the Republic of Ireland had touched down in Australia. We had a week before the actual fifa program would start. It was great as it gave us time to explore as well as getting to know the humid climate down under. The practices were going great, and I was trying to fit in as much touristy things as I could. Ruesha on the other hand, had seen Katie and Caitlin Foord walk out of Katie’s hotelroom together at 5 in the morning leaving the gorgeous blonde once again crushed to pieces. And how was I doing you may wonder? Well, me and Ruesha was sharing a room. I weren’t getting much sleep, and for all the wrong reasons.

I was woken up just after midnight by Ruesha’s crying. “It was 6 years of my life” Ruesha sulked as I tried to comfort her again. She was leaning against me while we were both camping out on her bed. “6 years I’ll never get back..” she kept going. “Nobody is ever gonna love me like her, I’m too old now” she said as she sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeves. “Ruesh, you’ll find someone” I said as I yawned. “What if she also cheats? I’m pathetic. I’m never gonna be enough for a lifetime” she sulked as I rolled my eyes. “Okay, maybe little Rushie needs to go to sleep, yeh? Here, I’ll help you.” I mumbled as I forced her to lay down on the soft mattress. “Sometimes feelings get bigger at nighttime. That’s why you should be gettin’ some sleep” I said as a stroked her hair. I tried to stand up slowly as she closed her eyes and her muscles relaxed, only to make it to the end of my bed before she started crying again. She hadn’t slept alone for 6 years, and for the last week she had been sleeping next to me. “Okay, pretty girl, how about we sleep next to eachother eh?” I said as I scooted in and held her as her sobs quietly stopped. She was fast asleep, even snoring as I kissed the top of her head. “I’m gonna get you through this Rushie”

The next nights were followed by the same crying, only it was escalating every night. Sobbing turned into crying turned into hysterically crying. Tonight was night 7, and tomorrow we were playing against Australia and Katie’s new girlfriend. Ruesha had skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner today, and I was worried. Her normally bright eyes were tired and heavy. Her clothes fitting visibly looser now than just 7 days ago. “I’m never gonna be happy again” . That was the first sign of her nightly crying. “Nobody will ever love me again, I’m unloveable.” she continued. “I don’t have a house, a job or even a girlfriend anymore” I sighted as I could hear her starting to rumble. “Ruesh, I think you need to see a psychologist.” she looked at me with fear in her eyes and she snapped immediately. “I don’t need no psychiatrist or whatever!”. She crossed her arms, and looked like I had just offered her drugs. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She shouted as she threw a pillow at me. I couldn’t stand it anymore seeing as I was getting 3-4 hours sleep every night because of McBastard and her new toy. I turned my back towards Ruesha as I fell asleep covering my ear with a pillow to dim her cries.

I was woken up violently two hours later by Ruesha being out of breath. She was hyperventilating,ugly crying and was hysterical. She was screaming and wheezing at the same time shaking as if her last day had arrived. I assessed her for a few seconds to figure out what the hell was going on. “Rushie?” I asked carefully as she looked desperately at me. Oh my, she was having a full blown panic attack. I hopped out of bed and sprinted across the room to get to her as quickly as I could. I sat myself behind her and held her tight trying to decompress her. “Breathe Rushie, take a deep breath.” I encouraged as she shook her head. I had panic attacks as a young teen, and I used to drink something to get it to stop. I desperately looked around me, and grabbed the closest bottle I could find as I took the top off it. “Here, drink Ruesha. It will help, I promise!” I said as she shook her head once again. “N-no!’ I’m n-not! I-I-I don’t deserv-“ she cried as the panic continued and took over her breathing. Jesus, Katie has ruined her making her believe that she didn’t deserve fucking oxygen. “Hey, hey, you, come here Rue rue” I said as I sat myself infront of her. “Touch my hands please” I said as I reached out my hands. She grabbed my hands quickly as she panicked. “Squeeze my hands, as hard as you can” i commanded and she squeezed. “Now, put your hands on your head” i said as I demonstrated the movement hoping it would open her lungs up. She moved her hands and placed them on her head while still desperately trying to catch her breath. I scooted closer to her, so we our noses touched. “Ruesha, it’s okay. It’s just a panic attack. We are gonna get through this.” I said as I stared into her stunning eyes. I couldn’t even imagine how her eyes were so beautiful even at her worst. I reached out and pulled her into my lap, as I squeezed her hard moving the attention away for the breathing. I stroke her back with decent pressure and kept forcing her to breath in a square. After a few mins of breathing together, she calmed down and flopped toward me. Her body starved of energy. We sat there in silence while I held her tight.

“Rue?”

“Mm?”

“We are gonna get through this together. I’m not leaving you, ever.” I said as I kissed the top of her head. “But tomorrow morning, we are going to talk to the coaches about this, okay?” I said as she nodded and laid down.

She turned herself towards me laying in my warm embrace her face close to mine as she fell asleep. I waited a good 30 minutes before I dared to fall asleep fearing that she might start panicking again. I spent the time admiring her features. I could tell if even one freckle had moved. She was just so beautiful. When she slept soundly, I allowed myself some rest. But before i fell asleep I touched her peaceful face. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered;

“When you hit the ground, I’ll be all you need Rue. I’ll love you everyday.”

*Ruesha pov*

I woke up at 7.30 confused. What had happened last night? I was confused as it hit me as a train. Panic attacks. Crying. Feeling like I didn’t deserve air. I turned around in the single bed finding Benedicte holding me as she slept soundly. She had been my bestfriend forever, even before I met Katie. I admired her before touching her face. It was first now that I noticed how beautiful her face was. Tan skin. Light pink full lips, all natural. Her light blue eyes shut as she slept. I decided to hold her as she turned around in her sleep as I realised that she had slept less than me as she was trying to fix what Katie had broken. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered; “Your love lifts me up like helium. I love you, B.»

Perhaps if I practiced while she slept, then I might work up the courage to tell her one day..

#woso imagine #ruesha littlejohn #katie mccabe imagine #Spotify

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Ruesha Littlejohn | “Leave it all on the field”

A/n: No trigger warnings detected.

Ruesha had camped in my apartment for the rest of camp, and I didn’t usually mind but it was getting very depressing. She was not her usually bubbly self, and I was trying everything in my power to brighten her mood. I had told jokes, danced or jugged, sang and made food. When I woke up the last morning of camp before we headed to Australia, The land of Caitlin Foord, I decided that I needed to do something to try and bring the old Ruesha back. “Okay pretty girl” I said as I opened the blinds while she was still sleeping. “Today is the day” I said and she huffed from under the cover. It was not my dream scenario to live with her, sleep next to her and spend ever awake moment of my life next to her as her bestfriend, but life has a funny way of making things play out just as it wasn’t supposed too.

Ruesha threw her pillow at me, and I decided to change my tactics. If there was one thing she loved, then it was a good breakfast. I made sure to leave her alone in her, or rather mine, depression room as I whipped up easy breakfast. Toast, eggs, paprika and watermelon. I made sure to make her favourite kind of blueberry tea, and then I went back into the bedroom. This time, I was more settled. She was going to get up. I grabbed her covers by the corner, and yanked it off of her. “Shite, Benedicte, won’t you leave a mournin to woman rest” she hissed. “Yes, I would. But you are not a mourning woman nor do you need to rest anymore. If you rest anymore then I’m worried that you will become one with my bed.” she sighted loudly and tossed around. I walked around the bed and hunched down on her level. “Ruesh, I’ve made breakfast. Your favourite kind, I’ve even made tea. You would never let a good tea go to waste now would yah?” I said as I stroke her hair, she sniffled as she sat up. “Okay, but only because I don’t like to let a pretty woman down.” she said as she marched to the kitchen. In my house, from my bed, in my clothes. Yet somehow, all she could talk about was Katie McAss.

I sat down next to her as a i bottomed a sugar free red bull while eating a protein yogurt. “Are yah ever gonna learn to eat real foods?” Ruesha teased me, and I shrugged. “Why would I? Nobody is seeing what am shoving down my throat when I’m alone.” I said and winked. She just shook her head as she devoured the breakfast. I examined my garmin watch for a hot second only to realise that we were running late. I threw on my jersey, and Ruesha threw on hers as we panicked our way to the arena. “Jesus, if yah would’ve gotten that pretty butt up from bed the first 23 times I asked, then Maybe we wouldnt have this issue.” I said as I tied my cleats next to her. She laughed, but was quickly take back by the view of Katie. Her now ex girlfriend.

“Ruesha, stop droolin’ would you, it’s not a good look” I teased as we walked out on the field. The coach shot us a weird look, which had me confused. “Is there a reason for your shenanigans now?” she asked as she raised her brow. Me and ruesha would often do dumb stuff to lift the spirits of the group, but this time I was confused. I shot her an even more confused look, as she pointed to the number on my jersey. “Is this yet another joke about mi number?” asked as the girls earlier had teased me for my high number, asking if it was my number or the amounts of yellow cards I had. I looked at Ruesha confused, and realised that she was wearing my number 30. I looked down to see that I was wearing her number 8. “Well, I suppose yah there is only one thing left to do.” I stated as I got into a weird stance with my phone in my pocket. It was already connected to the team speaker as i was the designated DJ. I then slapped on some “Tell me ma” and did a classic Ruesha jig across the circle the team was standing in. Everyone knew Ruesha was famous for her jig, so naturally that was the easiest way to resemble her.

Everyone including Ruesha was laughing hysterically, almost practically crying. Well, everyone excluding McCabe. She looked furious, but I gave no flying fuck as I went towards her and jigged around her in a circle as she tried to stumble me. “Yah have to work harder then that” I sang as I skipped over her legs. I then giggled my way over to Ruesha as I pulled my jersey of mid jig, showcasing my visibly toned arms and six pack. I did a last high kick and spun around going out in an extravagant pose as I held the jersey out to Ruesha. She was now hysterically laughing and her eyes were watering, some of the girls were even laying on the ground laughing. “Alright alright, miss comedian over there, let’s practice now shall we.” The coach said as she too dried off her eyes after my little show.

“Yah mad woman” Ruesha stated as she was still trying to compose herself. I waited for my jersey but it became clear as day that I wasn’t going to get it anytime soon. “I know you love a good view, Ruesh.” I smirked. Instead I warmed up without my jersey as we ran across the field and did our static stretching. Eventually, I put her shirt back on as I was boiling and was not too excited to be burned by the sun. I caught Ruesha looking on more than one occasion, and honestly I didn’t mind.

As warm up was getting close to being over I could see Ruesha visibly struggling with her focus as she kept losing the ball. I went over to her as she whacked the ball in the ground. “Aye, ruesh, what did that poor ball do to you?” I exclaimed as I catched the ball before it bounced away to never land. “I can’t focus, B, I keep thinking about things I shouldnt think about, and then I drop it.” She complained as I listened carefully. “Alright” I said, “let’s try to use this to your advantage. Use all that negative energy to work your hardest. Use it to proving why you are going to be the one on the starting roster.” I said as I dropped the ball down and kicked it up high to her. “Leave it all on the field, love”. She nodded and catched the ball as she started juggling it.

“Yeees, Ruesh!!!” I cheered as she kept tapping the ball showing her incredible ability to control the ball like no other. As she dropped the ball, I nudged her. “You are totally gonna get your spot in the roster. Believe me babe.” I winked as we continued practicing.

#woso imagine #ruesha littlejohn #republic of ireland #katie mccabe

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Ruesha Littlejohn | Camp, confessions and Katie

A/N: Mentions of blood.

I was tackled by Katie fucking McCabe for the 3rd time in less than an hour. Did I mention that we are back in Ireland on the national squads practice? At this pace, I’m not even gonna make it till the fifa women’s in Australia next month.

I pushed myself of the ground again, both of my knees ripped up with my shorts. I brushed the dirt from my legs and looked up at Katie. “Katie, I swear to god, one more time and I’ll hurt you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Me and Katie never got along very well. Especially now that there were rumors of her cheating on my bestfriend with Foord.

I stood there staring while trying to calm down. Ruesha then pointed to her nose signaling that my nose was bleeding. I wiped my nose. Low and behold, there was blood. That was the final straw for me. Even thought Katie was stronger than me, I was faster than Katie. I looked at the blood on my hands, and decided that I was done. I lunged after her as she started running at 90% capacity. I held on right behind her running comfortably. Katie was slacking and I was still feeling frisky. We ran around the field 3 times before I decided that I was done chasing, so on the last round I tackled her right in front of the team cooler. I tucked her arms under my legs and opened up the cooler, pouring pure ice at her. She screamed as she tried to get away, but I just sat there shaking my head. “You absolute ass” i muttered as i took some ice and shoved it into her shorts and her sports bra as I got up.

We had all played for the under 16’s and 18’s together but for some reason I couldn’t stand her. Her attitude was horrible, she was a terrible friend and she was even worse to Ruesha. The numbers of times that I had picked Ruesha up because Katie had caused a fight or gotten black out drunk was outrageous. I had told Ruesha multiple times to leave Katie, but she just couldn’t.

Later that day, we were split into teams. White and green. As soon as I saw Katie being put on the green team, I knew that meant trouble. I rolled my eyes as I turned to Ruesha. “She’s ruthless” I said as I rubbed my nose, still in agony. A few weeks prior, she took out my jaw and dislocated it in a match between Arsenal and Chelsea. And the little fucker didn’t even get a red card. “Any questions?” The coach said as she threw white vests on us. I raised my hand as I eyed Katie “What are the rules like?” I asked and the coaches shot me a dumb look. “The regular rules, Benedicte. Anywa-“ and I cut her off. “Okay, so the only way for Katie to get carded is if she physically kills someone on the field?” I asked sarcastically. The coach rolled her eyes and told us to get ready.

I got in my position with Ruesha behind me. By the look of Katie’s horns I knew I was in for a hell of a game. The game went on and after I had been tackled 3 times, pushed 5 times and kicked twice in my non existent acl; I decided that I had gotten enough. I pushed myself off the ground and looked at Ruesha. “Be nice, Benedicte” she said with a concern in her voice. “Mmm” I said back with the fakest smile I’ve flashed someone. Now, I wasn’t really planning on doing anything until Katie pushed Ruesha face down in an attack. As Katie rushed past me with the ball, I rushed after and shoved her straight into the ground, pretending to miss the ball as I kicked her arm and then caught up with the ball as I passed it on. Her team was screaming for a card while she was laying flat on the ground, but the coach looked at us and screamed “figure it out” know that it would cause more problems than do good.

Truth is, I loved Ruesha first. No really, I actually did. When we were teenagers, we had something going before McBastard came and swept her off her feet. It had been a turbulent relationship between them since day one, yet Ruesha pretended that everything was fine. I knew that Ruesha was suffering, and lately things had taken a turn for the worse with Caitlin Foord joining, McBastard’s team Arsenal.

We ended winning 7-4 over the green team and as I came home, I was immediately fast asleep. I woke up 4 hours later with everything aching, “fucking McCabe” I mumbled to myself as I tried to find my phone so I could orientate myself. “22.48” I mumbled and decided I was gonna go back to sleep. A second later I realised that I had 82 missed calls from Ruesha.

I was about to call back when I heard banging on my door. “Fuckn hell” I mumbled as it sounded like someone were about to rip my door of its hinges. “This better be important be cau-“ and then I was cut off by ruesha sobbing in the pouring rain with a soaked bag next to her. I used a few seconds to access just to make sure I wasn’t sleeping. “Rues, what on earth is going on” I said as I dragged her inside, but she just sobbed and clung to me like cligwrap. Here we go again I thought to myself.

She showed me her soaked phone as she sobbed, revealing pictures of Katie and Caitlin at a party with the arsenals a few weeks prior. I pulled her in for a hug, and for the first time; I actually felt bad for her. “Okay, I’m getting soaked as well. How about you put on something dry and I’ll find something hot to eat yeh?” I suggested as she sniffled and shuffled with her bag to the bathroom leaving a trail of water. “Jesus” I mumbled to myself as I realised that all her clothes was probably soaked, so I grabbed a sweatshirt, socks and shorts from my own closet. “Hey, is there a chance I cou-“ she yelled from the bathroom as I opened the door. “Could borrow some clothes? Yes” I said as I threw it towards her. She thanked me , and I went to the kitchen. I didn’t really have any proper comforting foods, so I chucked a frozen pizza in the oven.

Later that evening, we found ourselves sitting in my bed while eating and looking out at the busy life outside. It was Friday, so there were tons of people in the streets. Mostly drunks but also random people. “You see the man with the fedora? He thinks he is Mexican because his father is 1/8 Mexican.” I said and Ruesha laughed while I pointed him out. “And you see the muscle bro with the tiny dog? His girlfriend brought it but now he is stuck with it.” Ruesha laughed again as I smiled. “My turn! She pointed out a girl standing in the corner on her phone outside of the bar. “That girl is only at the bar for the pictures and then she’s going home” she joked, and I laughed. I always laughed at her jokes, both bad and good jokes. Anything to see her smile. I couldn’t resist myself as I pointed out a girl with the same blonde hair as mine with the same light blue eyes. “And she, she has liked her bestfriend since they were teens but her bestfriend dosent know and is dating a human version of an asshole” I finished, and Ruesha laughed so hard that she was crying. I mentally slapped myself as I had hoped that she would’ve gotten my hint. Oh well, patience is my key.

“So, I’m tired and you woke me up mid nap. I’m gonna sleep now, you can do whatever you want as long as you don’t rip a hole in my wall or rearrange my living room.” I joked as I yawned. I laid down and Ruesha followed after.

“Benedicte?”

“Mmm”

“Can I share something”

“Mmmm”

“I think it’s over for real this time.”

“You’ll get through it.”

“And what if I don’t”

“Then I’ll pull you out if it.”

I grabbed her hand, and I drifted off to sleep.

#woso imagine #katie mccabe imagine #ruesha littlejohn

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Caroline Graham Hansen | Discovering a new side (18++)

A/N: This is a mature +18 imagine. Do not read if you are under 18, easily triggered or in an unsafe place. The Spanish is taken directly from google translate, so do not judge the Spanish. You get the point.

TRIGGER WARNING: Semi angry, strap on, light spanking, riding, domination, mommy. All the warnings basically.

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The referee blew the whistle signaling for the match to be over. The fans broke out it screams of Joy, and the home team was jumping together in a circle screaming about their victory. My girlfriend had just played a game against low ranked Scotland, and lost tremendously leaving their chances of the next World Cup in the trash. We both played on the national team; but i was currently not playing as my acl was causing me pain. Caroline would always take it very personally when Norway lost, and it didn’t help that she hadn’t been scoring goals with Barcelona lately either.

As the match was over some of the girls fell to the ground,. Aurora Mikalsen, Norway goalkeeper kicked the goal and chucked the ball out of sight. Everyone was finding ways to release their dissatisfaction, disappointment and imagining the dreaded headlines. Caroline was different. She would go quiet until she had processed what was wrong, and usually within a few hours she would be okay.

“Baby, come here” I said as I walked towards her on the field. She walked straight into me, and wrapped her arms around me for comfort. I looked up at the tall winger and she looked like she was dissociating. Dissociating was always her escape in times like this.

We walked into the warderobe where some of the girls were sobbing while others were trying to be as fast as possible. Gemma Grainger was Norway’s newest coach after the last coach had mentally ruined multiple of our star players. Gemma was a good woman and she was handed a national team that was a mess. “Girls, listen. We are allowed to feel sad right now. It’s okay, we need to process. Tomorrow, we start fresh. Our ranking has climbed from 12th best to 7th best. That’s something to be proud of. I want all of you, playing or not, to remember that you are the reason as to why we have skyrocketed the rankings.” she finished as the spirit in the group slightly brightened up.

As we got to the hotel, Caroline was watching the game on her phone. In a closer inspection, she was watching her mistakes over and over. When she finished, she jumped to the next game, watching all of her mistakes again and again and again. “Baby” I mumbled as I leaned towards the disappointed woman sitting in the chair by the desk looking more like an analyst than a player. “Maybe it’s time to put the phone away?” I suggested as I kissed the back of her neck lightly. No response. “Caz, how about some food?” I suggested as I kissed her cheek. “Caroline, perha-“ I started as she cut me off by turning around. “No Y/N, I need to figure out why I am not working!! I need to find a solution to this problem or I will end up never playing again!” She screamed as her eyes moved over to the phone again. I sighted, Caroline wasn’t one to yell and I had probably only heard her yell 2-3 times within the time we had been together. Strangely enough, I always felt a burning sensation between my legs as she showed her more, let’s say dominant side. That side only came out when she was angry and would yell. I decided to push my luck, and tried again. “Baby.. Let’s try to decided what to-“ I started as I once again was cut off by her turning the chair around to face me. “I said no, I don’t want too. Stop being so fucking annoying before..” she screamed, but stopped as her eyes got glued back to the screen to see herself appear in the picture. I wanted to rest my luck. I wanted us to have rough sex. To have her be dominant. Assertive. In charge. But she would always be careful and sweet, and I loved that. But sometimes..

“Baby, take it out on me please..” I whispered in her ear as I let out a quiet moan. She didn’t respond, but I could sense that she was tensing up. “Baby, use me, please.. I can take it, I can make it feel better..” I continued as I could see her focus become less and less sharp. “Will you please take it out on me, baby? I’ll be a good girl for you.. ” I whispered seductively while letting my hands slip her shoulders and under her shirt to reach for her breasts. She broke contact as she turned around and looked up at me. It was almost like her eyes had shifted to something darker, like her lust was pouring out of her eyes. Her breathing was heavier and I could tell that she was looking at my breasts. She was definitely a booby girl rather than booty. Lucky for me, as my boobs were bigger than the standard football player’s chest. I could tell that she was considering letting go, and I needed to act quick.

“Amor, por favor desquitate conmigo. Usa mi cuerpo, puedo soportarlo. Por favor, úsame hasta que te sientas mejor.” (Love, please take it out on me. Use my body, i can take it. Pretty please, use me until you feel better. )

Her eyes sharpened as she dropped her phone. “Como quieras princesa” (as you wish princess) she said as her voice sounded lower than before. She stood up from the desk chair, and with one motion; she picked me up and forced my legs around her waist with her hands resting on my ass.

“Seré muy bueno contigo, lo prometo.”(I'll be so good for you, i promise.) I whispered in her ear as I scratched her back with my nails. She let out a small moan, and laid me with my back facing down on the bed. She crawled over me, so that she was practically on top of me. I sent her my “fuck me” look and she sweared under her breath as her hands started exploring my waistline. She leaned down and kissed me softly before a grabbed her hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged on it forcing a moan out of her lips.

“No princesa, ahora estoy a cargo” (No princess, i'm in charge now.) she said as she looked down on me forcing me to let go of her hair. I nodded, and she went back in for another kiss leaning herself on her toned tanned arms. She touched my lips with her tongue forcing it inside to dominate mine. I moaned softly into her mouth as I couldn’t simply get enough. This was all I had dreamed about for the last year, and finally she let her dominating nature out. I could feel her hand loosing the strings on my pants.

All of a sudden, she flipped me around on my belly and yanked the pants off of me. I gasped as my wet thong came into contact with the cold air. On my back, I had her name as I was still wearing her jersey from the game. She was massaging my ass violently as she moaned. “Fuck baby, my jersey.” She moaned as she tugged on the jersey. “Yes baby, I made sure to let everyone know that I belong to you” I said as I could feel her hand stroking the back of the jersey where her name was located.

“Eso es correcto. Todos ustedes me pertenecen, baby” (That's correct. All of you belong to me.) she said in a low voice as she started kissing my neck from behind while pulling on my hair. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked as she grabbed one of my boobsfrom behind forcing me to moan. “Yes, I’m gonna be so good. So good.” I obeyed as she pulled my hair tighter. “Let’s test just how good you are then, princesa.” she growled as she let go of my hair and body to stand up. She pulled me up from the bed and carried me to the desk, laying me with my ass over the desk.

Suddenly, her hand made contact with my ass. That itself was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned out loud as she grabbed my ass pulling it upwards towards her. “Be a good girl for me, and stay still.” She growled in my ear as she had me pulled back by my hair. Fuck, this was really going as I had hoped. I loved this new side of her leaving me wanting to obey everything she would request me to do.

I stayed still trying to move my hips in the hopes my red lacy thong would relieve me of some pressure. Caroline was rumbling around the room and I wanted so bad to turn around to see what she was doing, but I wanted to be good for her. I had imagined this the day I purchased a double sided strap on. The one for the giver was shorter and upwards, while the one for the receiver was longer and wider. Let’s just agree that I had a clear vision in mind when I purchased it a few months back.

I was standing bent over the desk as I could feel Caroline coming back for me. She smacked my ass again, and I moaned louder than ever before. “Oh, fuck baby, I need you” I whimpered in hopes of her long fingers making their appearance. Instead, I was surprised by the strap on I had purchased going full force inside my pussy from behind instantly hitting the sweet spot. “AH, fuck baby, yes please” I screamed out in pleasure as I held on to the desk. No time to adjust. I knew from the treatment on my ass that I was already close. “Fuck babygirl, you are taking it so well.” Caroline moaned out as stopped without any warning. She lifted one of my legs up on the chairs next to the desk. “My perfect girl, wearing red lacy underwear underneath my jersey for a whole day without letting me know” she whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. Her hand was barely touching my folds through my panties making me desperate for her.

As I was about to whine, she went in with the strap at full force going even deeper than before. Her hips thrusting harder and deeper with every trust. I could feel the tension growing in my abdomen, and I instantly knew what was about to come. “Caz, I’m so close, I’m gonna cu-“ I started as I was cut of by my own orgasm making an entrance. She pulled out immediately.

“Te dije que te corrieras princesa o eras una chica mala?” (Did i tell you to cum princess, or were you a bad girl?) she growled as she turned me around and looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help myself but look at her soaked pussy with the double strap. “yo era una chica mala” (I was a bad girl) I replied with attitude forcing her eyes to widen as she let out a quiet moan.

She picked me up again, and practically threw me on the bed. She ripped off my tiny panties and I moaned as I could feel the cold air make contact with my throbbing pussy. As I was enjoying the cold sensation with my eyes closed, I hadn’t discovered that Caroline had positioned herself with her head between my legs. My eyes opened up as she entered my sensitive pussy with her tongue licking my folds and nibbling on my clit. “Ah, Caroline, more please” I moaned as I gripped the sheets while she continued exploring my insides. Her tongue started throbbing in and out of my walls. “AH, more daddy, more!” I screamed out in pleasure as she continued not realising what I had just said. She responded with her thumb rubbing my clit while her soft tongue pushed in and out of me. “Ah, baby, I’m gonna have to cum” I moaned as I arched my back. “Beg babygirl” she responded as I noticed that I was barely able to talk. “I can’t hear you” she repeated, and I moaned again. “Please, I need to cum. I have to cum, please let me cum in your mouth daddy.” I cried out as I grabbed her hair and tugged on it. “Do it for me baby” and with that I came hard, I squirted on her face and buckled my hips upwards. She grabbed my hips, and forced them down again as she glared at me. “MINE” she growled as she started licking up all my squirt.

When she had gotten every last drop, she laid down besides me and propped me on top of her. This was new. She looked into my eyes and brushed my hair behind my ear. “¿Cuánto puedes tomar antes de venir princesa?” (How much can you take before you cum princess) she whispered as I swallowed. “As much as you need me too.” I said as she kissed my head and dragged me out of bed. She put me on my knees as she stood with her strap levelled with my mouth. I looked up at her with the most seductive look that I could, and with that she took the strap and held it infront of my lips.

“Chupa la polla de daddy ahora, princesa. Muéstrame lo desesperada que estás por mí.” (Suck daddy’s cock now, princess. Show me how desperate you are for me.) She growled as she touched my lips with the tip of her cock. I didn’t even realise that I had called her daddy, I just obeyed. I opened my mouth and she put it in, gagging me as she held my hair and pounded it in my mouth. I sucked her off as she was eyeing me as I was gagging.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close” she stunned as she threw her head backwards. And I stopped. Her head flashed towards me and her eyes was even more lustful. “You need to be punished.” she moaned as she pulled me up on my feet by pulling my hair. She then picked me up as she sat herself on the bed and laid back. Leaving me sitting on top of her.

She grabbed the cock forcing her to moan as the giver cock moved with the receiver part. She rubbed the cock along my folds before inserting it. “Ride me, babygirl. Show me how it’s done. Let me cum first.” and I? I obeyed as I started bouncing on her cock giving friction to the part inside of her. She moaned loudly as her breathing was becoming heavier. I picked up the pace, and my boobs were now bouncing ruthlessly. She looked at me, and forced me to lay forwards so she could reach my boobs with her mouth while still riding her. She put my nipple in her mouth and used her other hand to massage the other boob.

I could see her starting to shiver meaning that she was close as I kept riding getting closer and closer to my own edge. “Ah, baby, yes, yes, don’t stop, be a good girl now, let daddy cum” she stunned as I continued. Her cries were stopped by herself moaning so loud that I was worried that the neighbours was gonna hear her. “Ah, fuck, yes!” I looked at her “I’m gonna cum, baby”. I said as I felt my insides tensing up again. “No, I’m gonna cum first. Keep going, baby.” She commanded and I swore I was about to have my eyes roll back into my head.

I was slowing the pace down as I was so close and so sensitive, but Caroline was in charge and she started bouncing her hips picking the pace up. “Oh my god!” I yelled as she thrusted deeper and deeper with ever move. She was working her hips in ways I had never imagined. “Say my name babygirl.” She commanded. “Ah, yes, yes , Caroline please, please let me come!” I screamed loudly as she moaned. “No” she growled, “the other name.” And then it clicked for me. “Yes, daddy, yes please let me cum!!” I screamed as she was shaking, trying to hold herself back from coming. “Please,” I screamed “only you can make me cum like this! Fuck, Caroline!” I screamed on the top of my lungs as I was a second away from cuming. “Cum for me princess” Caroline growled as i came all over her cock in sync with her orgasm. She slowly stopped thrusting by going slower and slower with every move until our synched orgasms were over. We passed out next to each other, and I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

I turned to face her, and noticed that she looked a little bit taken back by her newly discovered side. We were both pretty out of breath as we laid next to each other. We had talked about boundaries one time when she was drunk, and agreed on a colour system if we ever needed one. She was laying on her back, staring upwards. “Color?” I suggested. “Orange” she motioned back. I jumped up immediately, and helped her unbuckle. Orange was different to us then to others. We had traffic light systems for during and after sex. Green was no aftercare needed, Orange was that aftercare was highly wanted and red was that aftercare was pretty much required. I kissed her forehead, and rushed to the bathroom as I turned on the water to the bathtub. I grabbed a cold water from the fridge and dragged her along with me to the bathroom. She sat down first in the tub, and I sat down behind her guiding her to drink from the waterbottle. She relaxed in my arms as I kissed her head. I kept repeating how much I loved her, how beautiful she was and that she was safe. After a few mins of cuddles, she got back to herself. “Hi baby” I said as I smiled while she looked up on me. She smiled back. “Thank you baby.” She muttered and I hugged her tight. We sat in the tub for a while until she was ready to go to bed. As we turned around to walk to the bedroom, she tossed her jersey at me. “I like you better with my name” she said as she smiled knowing that one day, I was gonna have her lastname.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine #smut