#Caroline Graham

[earlymidsomermurders]

was anybody going to tell me about the Midsomer audiobooks read by John Hopkins

[houseofbrat]

A daily dose of

President Trump is expected to officially invite Prince William to visit Washington when he meets Sir Keir Starmer later this week, The Mail on Sunday can reveal. The President is said to have been 'wowed' by the Prince of Wales when the pair met in December at the official reopening of Notre Dame cathedral in Paris. Sources close to Mr Trump said they 'got on like a house on fire' and the President invited the first-in-line to the throne to visit the White House, but protocol dictates that any official visit is arranged through political channels. A source said: 'President Trump very much enjoyed meeting Prince William in France. 'He was wowed by William and thinks he's a great guy. He will officially invite both the Prince and Princess of Wales to visit Washington, but understands if the Princess of Wales' health issues prevent her from coming.'

Interesting how this revelation is coming from UK sources and appearing in a UK publication, not an American outlet with sources in the White House.

Looks as if it was timed to go along with Jason Knauf's interview.

I'll wait and see if Trump actually mentions William in a press conference first since Trump has no problems taking questions from the press on camera, unlike William.

And since KP has no problem pretending William is besties with Trump, does this mean that when Trump dies William will actually attend his funeral?

[unofficialsherlockian]

When you’re 100 pages into the Midsomer Murders book and no one’s been killed yet

[las-furias]

[kissandships]

Wait. Troy is married in the books?

[booksiverecentlyread]

72: Larrimah [2021]

by: Caroline Graham & Kylie Stevenson

[rocktheholygrail]

#cannibal humor

[calwoso]

disappointment

you show up on your sister's doorstep in the middle of the night with no explanation

Someone is knocking on their door, incessantly and loudly. Which would be a bit odd at any time of day considering most people would use the intercom outside the apartment building so Caro and Marta would know they were coming up.

It’s made worse now, because it’s a little before 4am and who the fuck is knocking on the door?

The sound stops as Caro steps closer, peering up to the peephole to see who is on the other side. Behind Marta has grabbed the heaviest object she could find, a lamp, holding it tightly between both hands prepared to swing.

But Caro deflates as she sees who is on the other side before rushing to unlock the door and swing it open to haul you inside.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” She hisses as she shuts the door behind you, locking it once more.

“Wow, nice to see you too.” You grin. “You took your time answering the door.”

“It’s the middle of the night.” Caro snaps. “How did you get here?”

“A plane, mostly.” You pause to peer behind your sister to where Marta is standing with the lamp in one hand. “Hi Marta, sorry for waking you. Nice pyjamas!”

A bubble of laughter escapes the Spaniard even as Caro continues to glare at you. The pyjamas had been a bit of a joke present from Caro, adorned with little Barcelona crests that she actually cherished.

“Focus!” Caro pokes your shoulder to draw your attention back to you. “What are you doing here?”

“So I can’t visit my sister, now?” You snark back, you shoulder past her and stride into the apartment flicking on lights as you go. “This is nice, why didn’t you tell me you’d moved?”

“It’s Marta’s place-“ Caro begins, mouthing an apology to her partner as she follows you as you make yourself at home on the sofa. “Wait, how did you get here if you didn’t know I’d moved?”

“Oh, well I went to your old apartment and when you didn’t answer the intercom I just tried your teammates until one of them woke up. Have you got anything to eat? I’m starving.” You can see the moment your sister seriously contemplates strangling you.

But then Marta’s hand is squeezing at her shoulder and some of the murderous intention leaves Caro. The Spaniard disappears towards the kitchen to fix you something to eat and you keep talking.

“You should probably apologise to Frido for not telling me you’d moved. She was the one who answered in the end.” You stifle a yawn.

“I should apologise? I’m not the one who woke her up!” Caro throws her hands up. “Why didn’t you just call me and tell me you wanted to visit, we could’ve arranged something better than this.”

You hesitate for a beat. “Can’t a girl be spontaneous! I would’ve called when I landed but my phone was dead.”

Your sister eyes you suspiciously for a moment before sighing that same sigh that seems to be endemic to your family whenever they are faced with you.

She slumps onto the sofa next to you, yawning widely and you do at least look a bit guilty at waking her up at this hour. You have always liked to prod and poke at your sister to get reactions, she called you insufferable, you called it part of your charm.

But you didn't now, mostly because Caro looked halfway back to sleep already, and you knew when to be mature...sometimes. When Marta reappears with a small plate of leftovers from dinner, she settles it on the coffee table, her gaze lingering on Caro first and then you.

"Go back to bed, amor. We've got to be up in a few hours." Marta tells her partner gently.

"Yeah, amor, wouldn't want you to sleep through kickoff." You chime in, already helping yourself to the food in front of you. You duck, mouth full of food, just in time for Caro's lazy swing for your head to breeze by.

"Oye, no fighting." Marta chastises although she can't help but grin. "Caro, bed. You - be quiet for once and eat." She tells you sternly as Caro gives you one last withering look before disappearing.

Marta waits until most of your plate was clear before speaking.

"You want to tell me why you're here?" She asks eventually.

You speak enough Spanish to talk to your sister's partner. It had been something you had made a point of learning the first time you'd met the woman a couple of years ago. It seemed only fair when, even back then, she had been trying her best to speak Norweigan to you and your family - stilted though it was.

(And besides, Caro seemed smitten with her and if Marta meant that much to your sister than you wanted to make her feel welcome too. Although that information would have to pried out of your cold, dead hands before you admitted it.)

"I missed Caro's sunshine demeanour." You grin even as Marta rolls her eyes. "Besides, that looked like some impressive lamp swinging I saw you gearing up for. How could I miss that?"

Usually, Marta was easy to make laugh. You liked the Spaniard immensely, she was in all ways, the polar opposite to your sister. She was easy to talk to, funny, personable and always smiling.

Except now, now she looked uncharacteristically serious.

"Talk, nena." She tells your firmly.

You stretch your arms above your head for a long moment, whilst you thought about what to say.

"Can't a girl just...exist? Spontaneity! Adventure! Seizing the-"

"Seizing the day does not involve terrorising Frido at 3am." Marta interrupts, although the corners of her mouth twitched a little at the idea of it.

"It could do." You reason with a smile, faltering when Marta raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you. "I just wanted to see my sister, is that such a bad thing?" Your voice wavers just a fraction at the end, a barely there break in it that you would deny vehmently.

And your ever present smile slips a bit too. The Spaniard watches you for a moment as you shift in your seat before offering a hand to haul you to your feet.

"Come on, trouble." She sighs. "Sleep first, talking tomorrow. You can come with us to the match and watch. Caro will like that."

You go easily, letting Marta point you in the direction of the bathroom and the guest room before bidding her a goodnight, if only for a few hours.

You awoke too few hours later to the pillow being wrenched from underneath your head and then it flying back down to smash you in the face.

"What the fuck?" You glare up at your sister who stands over you, arms crossed and looking seriously pissed.

"Watch your language." She snaps.

"I'm 18!" You complain, trying to roll over and go back to sleep.

"Only by a few months! Besides, you want to act like an adult, maybe you can explain to me why Mamma called me in hysterics this morning because you had disappeared from the house without a trace."

"Well I came here, I thought that answer was obvious." You snap back, immediately regretting it when you realise you were trapped in this room with a now furious Caroline.

As kids, Caro and your brother had fought non-stop, but you had, for the most part, always been left out of it. In part because you didn't have that same competitive drive as the other two which led to so many arguments. But also being a good 12 years younger than Caro had meant she was constantly reminded not to fight with you in case she hurt you. It's not your fault if you took that advantage and ran with it by pissing her off at every opportunity.

Now though, you were fucked because Caro looked even more furious than she did at 4am. You were in actual fear for your life. You could see the way Caro had to force herself to suck in a calming breath.

"Call Mamma and tell her you're fine - and then get ready. We leave in 15 minutes." She just about manages to get out through gritted teeth before storming from the room.

You didn't want to be here, it felt too familiar even though the crowd was bigger than you were perhaps used to as a child. But it was all the same, gather round and watch your sister - the superstar - play football.

It made an ugly part of you bitter, warring with the part that was and always had been immensely proud to be Caro's baby sister.

You tried not to be offended when Caro had sat you down in the stands far before the match and told you to stay put without so much as looking at you. But then Vicky had appeared, injured and out of action today, and apprehensively told you in stilted English that she was supposed to be watching you.

"I'm pretty sure we're the same age." You replied in Spanish with a small grin when she looked relieved to be spoken to in a language she understands. "You don't have to babysit me. Caro's just pissed off."

It seems Vicky doesn't quite know what to say to that and the pair of you sit in silence whilst you watch the teams warm up. Only when the teams disappear back down the tunnel does Vicky say anything else.

"So how long are you visiting for?" She asks.

"Don't know...until Caro has enough of me, which will probably be tomorrow." You laugh. "Not got anything to go back to Norway for, my schedule is wide open."

Yeah, wide open and it's all your fault, you remind yourself grimly. But it makes Vicky laugh too and so you keep trying to do that instead of focusing on what will happen after the game is over.

You make Vicky laugh and you let her talk your ear off about the match when it starts, and at the end she even leads you down to the pitch where she introduces you to some of the other younger players. You like meeting new people, everyone is impressed with your Spanish, and it has the added benefit of prolonging your life because there's no way your sister can kill you in front of these many people. Even if she keeps glaring at you from a few feet away where she stands beside Marta.

It's nice and it's easy and talking to people is about the only thing you're good at. Drawing laughs out of the players makes you feel accomplished for the first time in a long time.

And you try not to let the disappointment show when everyone begins to head down the tunnel to shower and change and you're left alone once more.

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this is my first ever fic, i'd love to continue this but i am v much testing the waters with this first

[mistikfir]

3x11 "...And the Beast from the Sea" ~ 3x13 "The Wrath of the Lamb"

"If he's really trying to stop, he's not going to kill himself. How could he be sure his death would affect whatever inside him?"

[esmeefreckles]

Competition | Alexia Putellas x Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

ALEXIA G!P. CARO G!P. BLOWJOB. ANAL SEX. RIMMING.

"Okay, take them off." You commanded your girlfriends, Caro and Alexia, who did as they were told and pulled their pants down, freeing their cocks. 

The eroticism of the situation already kept them rock hard, and you reached out to hold them in each hand, hearing them sigh at your touch. Smiling mischievously, you pulled them a bit closer and pressed the tips of their cocks together, making a spark of pleasure run through them. "Are you both sure you don't want to back out?" you asked, feeling even more excited after seeing the visible reaction that their bodies gave at the act. Both of them confidently shook their heads, ready to endure anything.

You loved both of your girlfriends equally, and they would never doubt it. You knew that they loved you just as much. Even though both of them respected and cared about each other, it didn't stop them from being very competitive, always arguing about who was better at pleasing you, and trying to prove that they were the better one. You were definitely not going to complain about it, as you found this rivalry of theirs to be so hot. You wanted to see how far they were willing to take it.

And so, you waited for the next moment where you three were all together, your girlfriends already undressing you and planting kisses all over your neck and collarbone, and before you could get carried away by it, you spoke up. "Wait..." As soon as you said that, both of them pulled away from you and stared at you with a mix of curiosity and concern, making your heart melt as you said your next words. "I have a proposition for you two. I want to do something new, and I want to see who would be able to last longer," you stated, already seeing the intrigued look that you thought they would give, as they would not want to miss an opportunity to prove who has better endurance in bed.

"I'm always down for that. And what will be Caro's punishment once she loses?" Alexia asked, making you laugh at the small growl that came out of Caro.

"Whoever loses... will have their ass on the line."

Their eyes widened, and you could see the range of emotions flickering across their faces, being able to tell that neither of them wanted to show submission to the other, but backing down from a challenge would be weak in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, Alexia huffed and gestured in Caro's direction. "Is that it? Do you really think I would be scared of that? Might as well have her bend over for me right now."

Caro scoffed in response. "Oh, as if you would last longer than me. You can barely hold your load the moment you enter her."

Alexia turned to Caro's direction with an expression of challenge but smirked and crossed her arms. "Hmpf, let's see about that then. I've always wondered what you would look like with my cock deep inside of you..."

The smirk was returned tenfold. "Then you will keep wondering. I will accept as well, but don't come crying later when you find out that you're addicted to taking it up the ass."

You smiled, and after you made them undress themselves, you made Alexia lay on her back on their bed while Caro straddled her hips. Caro's cock was now on top of Alexia's, and that sight was affecting you just as much as you knew it was affecting them, even if they were trying to not let any sound escape them. But you wanted more, you wanted them to fully voice how good they were feeling without caring about looking weak to the other, so you finally grabbed both of their cocks together, earning two simultaneous gasps, and after a moment of feeling how hard and warm the shafts were against each other in your gentle grip, you began the slow rhythm of her hand while occasionally squeezing them tightly, making their groins burn pleasantly together. You could clearly see the way they were struggling to control their breathing as you rubbed them together, "How is it so far?"

"It's f-fine for me. I can't say the same for her." Alexia answered, though her voice and breathing were noticeably more strained than usual.

"...This is nothing," Caro growled, even though you could see how her hips were jerking and felt the twitches in her dick.

"Hmm... really? I guess I can do this, then." You teased while quickening the pace of your strokes, and you were delighted to hear that your girlfriend's grunts were now turning into louder groans while your hand kept pumping them both faster and faster. You couldn't hold your own moans at this act, secretly hoping they would allow you to do this many more times from now on, and when you saw the precum on their tips, you stilled your hand for a moment and brought the other to Alexia's tip, gathering the droplet of precum that was dribbling out of it with a finger and slowly spreading it all over Caro's cockhead, as Caro gives a surprised moan at the sensitiveness.

"Fu- Fuuuck..." Caro gasped.

Alexia was also giving you a surprised, but aroused look, her eyes rolling back when you jerked them again with both hands this time, the gliding of your strokes being aided by their precum, and by now, Caro and Alexia had no hesitation in letting their voices out as they approached their climaxes, both women starting to rock their hips alongside your motions like they forgot all about the punishment. With their cocks twitching madly in your hands, you knew it would only be a matter of time before they couldn't hold it anymore, and you wondered who was going to shoot first.

"Fuck!".

To your surprise, it came from Alexia, her cock erupting on her torso while she groaned helplessly with every blast of cum that came out. The insistent throbbing of Alexia's cock set off Caro as well, her own load shooting out on top of Alexia's while she tried to keep her balance as her body trembled with pleasure, all while you kept stroking them through their orgasms, coaxing even more cum and moans out of them. Eventually, they had nothing left to give at the moment, and as Alexia closed her eyes and recovered from how surprisingly intense that orgasm was, she felt you releasing your grip on them while the weight on her body disappeared, so Alexia opened her eyes to see them staring at her, with Caro giving her an infuriating smirk through her own panting.

"Well, well, well, it appears that someone lost. You do remember what comes next, don't you?"

Alexia grits her teeth at her current mixed feelings, being disappointed that she didn't last longer than her girlfriend while her body betrayed her by feeling excited at the thought of her punishment, but she didn't let that show and hung her head low. "You're right. I lost. I accept my punishment."

Caro rolled her eyes in amusement and chuckled when Alexia yelped after you suddenly grabbed her legs and pushed them up in the air.

"Don't be so dramatic. It's not going to feel like a punishment, trust me," you said, your mouth immediately delving into Alexia's exposed anus, drawing another yelp from her at the sparks that ran through her body.

It wasn't the first time you had done this, but it was never to help prepare for an intrusion, and as Alexia tried to ignore that tongue assault on her ass, Caro kneeled on the bed next to her head, positioning her still erect dick next to her face and looking down at her with an expectant look. "I didn't agree to this."

"I know, but if it will make for an easier entry..."

Alexia growled again and swallowed her pride, turning her head to the side and opening her mouth to allow Caro to push her cock inside.

"Ooh, I always wanted to do this..." Caro moaned out, starting a slow rhythm inside of Alexia's mouth, who felt shocked at her girlfriend's admission that she wanted to be sucked by her. Even though Alexia herself would never admit this to them, she also had similar thoughts, sometimes fantasizing about running her tongue all over Caro's cock, and now that she was actually servicing it with her mouth and enjoying that act, she briefly wondered about how this would change their relationship before their stimulations were starting to overwhelm her.

Between your rimjob and Caro slowly fucking her throat, Alexia knew that her cock was at full mast again, with another orgasm not being far behind, and when Caro felt the vibrations of Alexia's increasing moans on her cock, she pulled away, slapping her wet cock on those lips a few times for good measure, and walking to your side while smirking again. "Uh-uh, you'll only get to finish again when I fuck it out of you."

Alexia glared at Caro to try and mask how turned on that made her as you took your tongue out of Alexia’s asshole and watched intently as Caro lined herself with it, the three women hissing when it went inside.

"My lord, what a tight hole... I'll make sure to not let it stay that way moving forward," Caro grunted as she pushed herself to the hilt.

"Hmm... I can't wait to see that... I love you two..." you breathed out, and Alexia kept her mouth sealed shut to avoid making any sound.

The stretch was much less painful and a lot more pleasurable than Alexia imagined, and as Caro moved, she covered her face with her arm to not show her reactions, enduring the pounding she was receiving as unresponsive as she could until the cock inside her hit a sensitive spot that accidentally made a small cry come out of her throat, something that was noticed by its owner.

"Hmm, what's the matter? Did this feel good?"

"S-Shut up." Alexia weakly rasped out as Caro continued thrusting into that spot. Even though she was trying not didn't want to admit how she was feeling, the three women knew it anyway, the twitches of her drooling erection and the tremors in her body being clear indications. Alexia grit her teeth and tried to control her heavy breathing before she felt a mouth on her chest and a hand on her dick, and she removed her arm from her face to see you sucking one of her breasts while Caro stroked her. 

"W-What are you two... doing!" Alexia began, but her speech dissolved into a stream of moans at those new sensations. With your mouth on her nipple while your hand pinched the other and with Caro accelerating even more the pace of her strokes and her thrusts, stretching her even further, there was no way for Alexia to hold back her reactions and her orgasm anymore, and after a particularly hard thrust from Caro, her body stiffened and she once again unloaded all over herself, the spurts almost hitting you with the rest dribbling on Caro's still pumping hand.

Caro smiled in satisfaction as she watched Alexia cum while being fucked, and she decided to join in by hitting herself and painting her insides with her load. "Take it!" She groaned, the feeling of coming inside her girlfriend while the hole she was inside became even tighter made this one of the biggest loads of her life, and when it finally ended, Caro sighed as she pulled away from the stretched entrance with her seed leaking out of it.

After Alexia recovered, she rubbed her eyes with her hands and debated whether or not to look at Caro to see the victorious smirk she would be wearing, finally deciding to glance at her and have her suspicions confirmed.

"What a mess you made. I always knew that you would love getting fucked by me, and now, both of you know that too." Caro smirked while lapping up Alexia's cum that landed on her hand, and she growled quietly.

Being there, leaking cum, while Caro tasted her release after fucking it out of her, Alexia felt ashamed for letting this happen to her, and with a determined look, she got up from the bed and walked up to Caro, who raised one eyebrow at her sudden closeness. Caro didn't need to wait long as Alexia then surprised all of them by grabbing Caro's face and pulling her into a kiss, Caro eagerly kissed back while holding Alexia's hips, both of them sharing the taste in their mouths while all of the cum from today on Alexia's torso now smeared on Caro's. 

After making out for a moment, Alexia broke the kiss and looked deep into Caro's eyes. "Next time, you'll be the one bending over for me."

Caro raised her brows, but then lightly chuckled and smiled softly. "I'll be waiting then. But I warn you, I won't give it to you that easily."

"Hmm, I wouldn't want you to." Alexia breathed and took Caro's lips again, all while you stared in fascination.

It was a very rare treat to see your girlfriends interacting like this, let alone eagerly swapping spit with each other, and as you watched the sword fighting going on down there while they made out, you finally remembered your own arousal, forgetting all about it during the heated competition. Bringing a hand to your panties, it was no surprise that they were already drenched. A moan escaped you as you caressed herself, and a quick glance at your girlfriends made her freeze, both of them now staring at you with hunger in their gazes, with Caro speaking up to Alexia. "I think we already let someone have her fun today. Wouldn't you say that she needs her own punishment?"

"I agree," Alexia responded, and you laughed awkwardly.

"Heh heh... D-Don't say that, it's not like you two didn't enjoy it too!" you tried to argue, but there was a big smile on your face as they approached her, and you made no move to resist their touches, already thinking about what could be the next competition.

One thing was for certain, you knew they would be looking forward to it just as much as you.

[hughdancybabyface]

Marlana | Hannigram

[earlymidsomermurders]

Have you read the Inspector Barnaby books? I’m reading the first one, but I’m not sure about it yet

If you pick up the Midsomer books because you want more of what you love about the show….. you're in for a ride.

Here's what it's like getting into the novels after the show: it's like Midsomer came back wrong. It's the wrong Barnaby, the wrong Troy. The wrong tone altogether. Sometimes even the wrong ending.

Let's stick with Troy for a bit. Everything book Troy says is the dumbest most disgusting shit you've ever heard. He cheats on his wife every chance he gets, that's right he has a wife and daughter, he dresses like a nazi and I am sorry to say he is A GOOD DRIVER. And maybe you want to quit the book cause wtf show Troy would never…… don't quit the book.

Stick it out.

Give it a little more time.

I love book Troy as much as I love show Troy. I love that disgusting little gremlin. I have been listening to all his thoughts: to his dumbness and his cynicism and his yearning and his fears, and it's because I know his poisoned little heart that I just can't help it…

And that's what the books do, and that's what they do for all the characters. Do I care about Mrs Lassiter's life story? Or that it's told solely through sex? Five pages into it, yeah I do, I care a lot. The characterisations in the books are deeper, sharper, more satirical and less cuddly. As with all good crime literature, the books are about human nature more than anything. But you have to let go of some of show Midsomer to get into them and that can be a deal breaker.

Idk just give it a go, finish The Killings at Badger's Drift?? And maybe you'll find you can enjoy both Midsomers. Yes even the wrong one.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Daisychains III

Marta Torrejón x Caroline Graham Hansen x Child!Reader

Summary: You miss Caro

It's unusual to see you in kit.

You usually end up in your school uniform or your gardening overalls or the soft linen clothes Caro buys at home in Norway that are perfect for the hot Barcelona weather.

You've never had any big interest in football, at least not enough to wear jerseys outside of watching Marta and Barcelona play.

But this is your special Norway shirt.

It's not even yours, not really.

It was Caro's, straight from her side of Marta's wardrobe.

It hangs over your knees as you sit in the swinging chair with your reading book with all the little flowers in separate pots. You'd been reading to them a lot lately.

"I've got snacks," Marta says, approaching you with a little plate of homegrown celery and carrots.

She slots into the little space next to you, an arm over your shoulder as you lean into her.

"I miss Caro," You say," When is Caro coming home?"

"She'll be home soon," Marta says," She's still playing for Norway right now."

"But I want her home!"

You're whining now. Like wearing a jersey, this is unusual for you. Your bottom lips wobbles dangerously until you're burying your head in Marta's chest and clutching at her shirt.

"I want Caro!"

"Conejita, Caro is-"

"Caro!"

Tears fall from your cheeks as you curl around Marta, your snacks forgotten as she gently rests her hand on the back of your head.

She should have expected this really. You had grown attached to Caro now that she's around more. You crawl into Caro's side of the bed in the morning before school for extra cuddles. You let Caro do up your school shoes and give you the last kiss before heading into the school building.

You adore Caro and Marta should have really known that this separation wouldn't do you much good.

You crawl into Marta's bed that night, fast asleep and holding Caro's pillow.

"I didn't mean to make her sad," Caro says, wincing slightly as she gazes at you through the video call.

"I think she just got used to having you around," Marta replies," It's not your fault. She hasn't dealt with me going away to camp for a while now. I think she's forgotten what it's like."

"I..." Suddenly, Caro feels choked up. She hadn't expected seeing you like this with your sad, little scrunched up sleeping face would affect her like that. "Give her a kiss for me?"

"Of course. I'll tell her you wanted her to have lots from you."

"Thank you."

It's amazing how expressive a child's face is. Caro hadn't ever really thought of that before. Of course, there's Skatt who had always worn her heart on her sleeve and Estrella who always looked like she was halfway between judgement and pure boredom.

Caro has known Skatt for years now but she hadn't even considered the little faces she made. She knew, in theory, that everything Skatt thought was on her face but she'd never paid attention to it.

But now that you're in her life, Caro can't help but notice.

The image of your sad face with your downturned lips and the frown that stayed on your features even as you slept.

It's an image that stays with her through all the training and gym work and even as Caro eats, stubbornly stabbing the food on her plate with a fork.

It's an image that stays with her as she prepares to walk out for the match as well.

Little feet pitter-patter around as Caro weaves through her teammates and their mascots, shuffling through the line to get to her place.

She nearly falls straight over as something unexpected crashes into her legs and Caro whips her head downwards.

To tell off or to yell.

She hasn't quite decided yet.

But her words stick in her throat.

"Caro!" You say, hugging her legs and looking up at her.

"I...What are you doing here?"

You let go of her, taking a step back. "Do you not want me here?"

Caro shakes her head, getting down on her knee to pull you into a proper hug. "Of course I want you here. I've missed you."

"I missed you too, Caro. That's why we came. I'm even wearing your shirt."

Marta stands a little way away, a fond smile on her face as she sees Caro litter kisses over your face.

"You're not going over?" Mapi asks, Skatt hanging off her arm dressed like a happy little ladybug.

"I'm letting them have this moment. I've had Conejita cuddles every day for years. Caro's got a lot of catching up to do."

[pitchsidestories]

el sueño de una niña (1) II Jenni Hermoso x Reader

part 2 I masterlist I word count: 2175

a/n: dear readers, the inspiration for this oneshot was Jenni Hermoso's speech at the Ballon d'Or ceremony, enjoy. 🖤💜

“Wait, I know that you’re a football player. Why did you come from my mamis bedroom?”

Jenni was on her way to sneak out of your appartement but when that small voice held her back. Curiously she turned the head around to look into the eyes of a little girl who the Spaniard estimated to be between five to six years old.

That must have been your daughter Mila Jenni thought to herself. It was the big confession after the great night the two of you had spent together.

Something in the reveal activated her flight mode, the forward’s plan was to leave and never look back. Her life was so chaotic she didn’t feel ready to be a part of a family.

Even though everything about yesterday touched her more than Jenni wanted to admit. Images of it flashed behind her eyes capturing passion, beauty and love. 

“Uhm.. you didn’t see me, okay?”, the raven-haired woman returned the question flustered.

“But you’re the Jenni Hermoso, right? The one who won the World cup with Spain.”, Mila looked at her big-eyed, her voice full of adoration.

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone.”, Jenni replied, pressing a finger to her lips to underline her words.

“Wow.”, the little girl whispered amazed.

“Sorry, I really need to leave now. I’ve a speech to write.”, the striker apologized.

This didn’t stop Mila to confide in the older woman. “I’d love to be a football player like you when I’m grown up.”

“You do?”, something of your daughter’s sincerity made Jenni stay despite her announcement earlier that she needed to go.

“Yes.”, the girl emphasized.

“Hm..”

“It’s a big dream of mine.”, Mila added smiling shily.

“You’ll have to work hard for it.”, the Spaniard told her seriously.

“I can do that.”, your daughter assured her.

“And people will try to keep you from it.. they will tear you down and hope you’ll be compliant.”, Jenni continued gravely, kneeing down so she could look into the girl’s eyes.

“Did they do that with you?”, Mila questioned empathetically, placing her small hand carefully to the dark-haired woman’s cheek.

“Yes. All my life. So, promise me one thing, okay?”, she confirmed.

“Okay?”

“Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and cannot be. Promise?”, Jenni pressed a kiss to your daughter’s fingers.

“I promise.”, Mila answered solemnly.

“If you excuse me now.”, the older woman gave her an apologetic look.

“Bye, Jenni. I hope I’ll see you back soon.”, the girl said in an optimistic tone that left no doubt that the football player would return to your appartement.

“We’ll see. Thank you though.”, Jenni answered gratefully.

“Thank you for what?”, your daughter frowned confused.

“You just gave me an idea for my speech.”, the football player’s face lit up with excitement as she spoke.

Jenni shuffled the pieces of papers once more while someone applied her make up for the Ballon D’Or ceremony.

The writing on her notes was almost illegible, she had scribbled down her thoughts way too quickly on her way to the venue. It didn’t matter. She knew now what she wanted to say on stage. Still, she refused to let go of her notes.

“Jenni, have you actually prepared a speech?”

Alexias face appeared behind her in the mirror, She was already in her suit, her hair pulled into a low bun.

Jenni was about to complain about the surprised tone of Alexias voice when Patri joined them: “No way! I thought you’d just start talking like you always do.“

Jenni raised one eyebrow at the reflection of her two Spanish teammates and grinned: “That was the initial plan but I had a better idea.“

“Did someone spark your inspiration?”, Marta asked innocently.

Once the make-up artist let go of her face, she turned towards them and nodded: “Yes. And I hope she’s watching.“

Her teammates exchanged unreadable glances without saying a word while Jenni walked past them, leading the way to the award ceremony.

For what felt like hours, they sat there and listened to men talk. Jennis gaze kept going back to the clock, willing the time to slow down or the speakers to talk faster so Mila had a chance to watch before her bedtime.

Finally, she was called up on stage to receive her award. There was applause but she knew a lot of the people weren’t satisfied with her nomination. She held onto her notes and it all faded into the background once she started speaking about the little girl that wanted to follow in her footsteps, the girl that deserved to have a safer environment to play football in.

Her teammates welcomed her back to her seat with standing ovations. Alexia nodded at her once with a set jaw while Aitana gave her an inquiring look: “You dedicated it to a young girl? Who’s that?”

“Someone I met this morning.“, Jenni replied truthfully as she sat down.

“She seems to have left quite an impression on you.“, Caroline remarked.

“She did. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with all this shit… but there are so many little girls out there that should have it better than we did back then.“

“I agree with that.“, Alexia chimed in.

Marta nodded in agreement: “Me too, obviously. We had to put up with a lot.“

“Let’s be honest, we still do.“, Aitana whispered.

Jenni answered with new-found determination: “Yes but until she gets older, we might have already changed some more things.“

“I bet we will.“, Salma said quietly, before they all went quiet again and focused on the next award recipient.

Much to the surprise of her national and former club teammates Jenni announced at the after party, the alcohol-free wine glass still resting in her hand untouched. “I think I’m going to leave.”

“Leave?”, Patri repeated puzzled.

“Yeah, this party is boring anyway.”, the striker shrugged. The other women secretly thought the same, they couldn’t celebrate like the men around them as they were having a national team game the next morning.

 Seeing Jenni step into your apartment while she still wore her glamorous dark suit jacket showing a large portion of her skin underneath felt almost unreal to you. It wasn’t that long ago when Mila and you watched the ballon d’or ceremony on tv and now she was back in flesh and blood. The football player was even more gorgeous here than on the screen.

Quickly Jenni revealed that the celebrations had bored her which was the moment you told her about your night.

“Mila stayed awake the whole time, she didn’t want to fall asleep until you were on the stage, Jenni.”

“She watched?”, the dark-haired woman asked happily.

“Yes, Mila loved everything about your speech.”, you nodded thrilled by the fact that your excitement was mirrored in the forward’s face.

“I’ve to thank her. She inspired me.”, she confessed.

“You inspired her as well.”, you admitted smiling.  

“Even if she’s the only one, I reached my goal.”, Jenni beamed.

“To be fair I think you inspired many more with your words.”, you remarked solemnly.

“I hope so.”, the dark-haired woman sighed.

“Trust me.”, you answered softly.

After a meaningful pause you added. “I almost thought you wouldn’t call or wanted to see me again back then you left without a word in the morning.”

“That would sound like me actually.”, the footballer cleared her throat nervously. She loved to play the game, haunting for the next great beauty to court and lay down in bed with before going on the haunt again, always being a restless player. All was fair in love and football.

“She’ll appreciate the thank you though, it’ll mean a lot to her.”, you said while you bit your lip.

“That’s why I’m here. I want to thank you both.”, Jenni looked at you sincerely.

“Shouldn’t you be at the grand afterparty sipping champagne and flirting with pretty women?”, you lifted an eyebrow curiously.

“Not many women there that aren’t my teammates. And I’m not allowed to drink, I’ve to be back with my national team tomorrow.”, the striker chuckled amused.

“I see.”

“And maybe I preferred to spend my time here.”, she acknowledged, one hand ran tensely through her long hair.

You considered her for a moment and nodded in the direction of Milas bedroom: “Sadly she’s already asleep…“

“That’s okay. I could stay if you let me.“

You knew you should have thought about it for longer but you couldn’t resist the thought of Jenni staying one more night: “Yes, you can. If you promise to say goodbye in the morning.“

“If I was planning to sneak out again, I wouldn’t have told you.“, Jenni half-joked.

You tilted your head: “Good point.“

“So?”

“You can stay the night.“, you finally confirmed.

Relief seemed to flash across Jennis face for a millisecond: “Thanks.“

“You’re welcome, Jenni.“

The next morning you were woken up by footsteps on the wooden floor. Your heart sank immediately, thinking it was Jenni breaking her promise so you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to watch her leave again. Instead you heard a tiny voice whisper in awe: “Jenni!”

“Woah, you’re already awake, little one. Good morning.“, Jenni yawned and stretched right next to you.

She was still here, still in your bed.

“I saw you! Last night!”, Mila said full of excitement.

“You did? And did you like my suit? It’s on that chair.“, Jenni smiled, pointing across the room.

You watched as Mila walked over and gently touched the fabric in awe.

“It’s beautiful.“

“Right? Next year I’ll take you and your mum with me.“, the football player said, winking at you as if to tell you that she knew you were awake.

While the smile fell from your face, Milas eyes lit up: “What? Really?”

“Yes, why not?”

You might have been desperate for her to stay another night but you weren’t delusional. Who knew where the two of you were in a year? Most likely not sharing a bed anymore.

“Don’t promise her too much.“, you warned the football player.

Jenni was unusually quiet before replied: “I… mean it.“

“You mean it?”

“I do. I want to keep seeing you and her.“, she said with determination.

Milas eyes had been darting back and forth between the two of you like she was watching a tennis match. “We want to keep seeing you too!”, she yelled happily.

Completely ignoring you, Jenni turned back to your daughter and pulled her onto the bed: “Would you like to see a football game in Italy tonight?”

Mila was bursting with joy: “Yes!”

“I mean isn’t that too spontaneous? Like what about the airplane tickets?“, you interjected.

“I can take care of it all. But only if that’s okay with you.“, Jenni offered while Mila put on her best puppy eyes: “Pleeease.“

Who were you to deny your daughter such a once in a lifetime opportunity?

With a hesitant nod, you finally agreed: “Okay.“

The day has flown by, Mila and you quickly packed your bag for one night, before following your lover to get on the plane. While the striker was on the team walk, your daughter and you did your own exploring the Italian surroundings. It was like a daydream from which you didn’t want to wake up.

In the evening, you could feel from the stands Jennis glances on you who was standing on the pitch with some of her friends. Next to you Mila couldn’t hide her excitement seeing her favourite players live. It genuinely warmed your heart to witness and share that special moment with your child.

“Pretty girl from next door? She’s so your type, Jenni.”, Laia Codina wiggled her eyebrows.

“That’s why she’s here.”, the forward winked at the defender.

With a smirk on her face Alexia bumped her elbow into her teammates side. “Who would’ve thought that Jennifer found herself a family.”

“Strange things happen, Ale.”, Jenni shrugged with her shoulders.

“Yes, it’s Halloween soon.”, Vicky threw in teasingly.

“Rude.”, the older striker commented smiling.

“Vicky.”, the Barcelona captain clicked her tongue reprovingly.

The test game ended in a draw, but that didn’t stop Jenni from giving you a passionate kiss.

“That wasn’t very subtle, Jenni.”, you laughed.

“I don’t care about subtle anymore.”, she clarified grinning.

“What about the others watching?”, you asked her, cheeks flushed.

“They just love to stare at pretty girls.”, Jenni stated firmly.

“Pretty girls, hm?”, you repeated. Admittedly under her intense gaze you felt more beautiful than ever before. She didn’t hide her desire towards you and wasn’t afraid to show it in the public.

“Yes.”, she confirmed.

“Kiss me again.”, you requested, your voice slightly hoarse from cheering. Before you even could finish your sentence, her lips were on yours, making both of your hearts flutter.

Everything started with a dream of a little girl which was your daughter, in which Jenni saw her younger self, Mila undoubtedly became her inspiration for the speech. The three of you would now dream together.

Keep dreaming.

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The Norwegians with their respective Spanish yappers (girlfriends)😭😂

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Aitana collecting tall Scandinavias, so they can pick her up and Carrie her around

it's one of my favourite genres. 🤗 aitana jumping into her teammates' arms and being carried around. she's like a little 🐨 😅