#Caroline Graham Hansen fic

[putellas14]

Winner Takes All (Caroline Graham Hansen x Reader ficlet)

"Good luck today, baby! I know you're going to win this. " You stretched your legs out on the hotel bed, looking out the window at Sydney.

"Are you going to be able to watch, at least?" Caroline asked. You could hear the disappointment in her voice that you weren't there.

"Of course, love. Training should be done by then and they're going to let us stay here and watch the game in the conference room." You'd told Caroline that the trainers at Barcelona wouldn't give you the time off to go watch the World Cup final in person. The only reason you weren't with the team playing today was because you'd injured yourself a month before the tournament began and you were only now just getting back to training.

"Okay, well, I'm glad you can at least watch."

"You know I'd be there if I could be, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Okay. Go get the girls ready, captain. I can't wait to see you lift that trophy. I love you."

"I love you. I'll call you afterwards. Bye, babe."

"Good luck." You tossed your phone on the bed next to you and scootched off. You were meeting up with Caroline's family soon and you needed to get ready. You ran a hand over the name on the jersey laying on the bed. You'd never worn a Graham jersey in public before. But today felt like the right day. Checking your watch, you cursed yourself for talking to her for so long. You were definitely going to be late. You quickly changed your clothes and rushed out of the hotel.

You were amazed by the crowd when you walked into the stadium. Almost every seat was filled. You'd met with Caroline's parents outside but decided to wait going to your seat until it was nearly game time. Caroline often stopped to wave at her parents before heading into the locker room after warm ups. And you didn't want to risk ruining the surprise.

Just before kickoff, you made your way down to Caroline's family. You hugged some of the other girls' parents you knew and took your seat. Watching her walk out with the captain's armband on filled you with pride. She had proven herself as a leader when she flew to Canada and begged Coach Nelson to come to Norway. He had made all the difference for this team. It was one reason you were extremely sad to miss this World Cup. You always missed your time playing football but being able to see Caroline lead the team to this final was a huge moment that you had missed.

You watched the game on the edge of your seat. Caroline had that look on her face when she went in for the half. She was in her head. She was likely replaying key missed opportunities from the first half, trying to figure out how to improve for the second half. You took out your phone, shooting a quick text to her. Sometimes she checked her phone, sometimes she didn’t. You knew she didn't need the text to get herself ready for the second half, but you hoped maybe it would help a little.

Not twenty minutes into the second half, Maren scored and you were on your feet, screaming your head off. Caroline looked over to catch her dad's eye and saw you. And the little girl next to you. She stumbled coming out of the team celebration. Giggling to yourself, you blew her a kiss.

When the last five minutes hit, you were clutching her mom's hand. Japan scored in the 90th minute and you groaned to yourself. But then you heard cheers and looked up. The offside flag had come up. The VAR check on it seemed to last for hours. When nothing came from it, you jumped to your feet screaming. The girls just needed to hold on through injury time and that star would be theirs.

Four minutes of injury time. Four minutes of both teams fighting like hell for a goal. Norway to solidify their win. Japan to keep themselves in the game. Neither achieving their goal.

The final whistle brought a chill straight through your entire body. They'd won the World Cup. After everything they had been through. Despite everything they had been through. You hugged everyone around you. There were more than a few tears falling in the family section. You wished you could be down there celebrating with them. But this time you had to sit back and let your girl have her moment with her team.

And they did. They excitedly danced around the field, jumping in the piles of confetti and throwing it at each other. You were busy watching Guru dance with Ingrid that you missed Maren point towards you and Caroline run towards the stands. Her dad nudged you when Caroline tried to get your attention unsuccessfully. You looked down at her.

"Pass me the kid!" she yelled.

You helped Maria climb over the wall and down to Caroline. Everyone near them heard the yelled "Mama!" that she let out when Caroline swung her around. A few heads turned to look as Caroline showered the girl's face in kisses. She set her down on the grass and whispered something in her ear. Maria nodded and smiled up at her.

Caroline got closer to the wall again. She hugged her parents and then crooked her finger at you, telling you to come down towards the railing.

"Congratulations!" you said, stopping in front of her.

"Come closer," she said. You leaned down towards her, expecting a hug or something. You were not expecting her to grab the back of your neck and kiss you. Neither of you were shy about your relationship but you also both enjoyed your privacy. The kiss was hard and salty and over before it really began. You hugged her tightly, well as tightly as you could with the wall between you. She barely pulled away from you before she grabbed you by the hips and tossed you over her shoulder. The scream you let out must have been heard around the stadium. She tapped your butt and took off running, telling Maria to keep up.

"Put me down! I'm gonna kill you!" But she didn't put you down. Not until she reached the other girls. You smacked her shoulder as soon as your feet hit the grass. "You could've just asked me to come down."

"Security," Maren said simply, shrugging. The huge grin she gave you indicated that the idea had been hers. You yanked her into a hug.

"Congratulations, vennen." Just as you went to step back, you felt a huge spray hit the center of your back and you ducked hoping to avoid more. Your Barcelona teammate, Ingrid, followed you as you ran. Screaming, you ran behind Caroline, using her as a shield.

"What are you wearing?" Caroline asked, shoving Ingrid away before she could spray the both of you with more water. "Turn around." She pushed your shoulder until you turned. "Babe," she whispered. You felt her run a hand over the letters of her last name.

"I wanted to wear something special for you," you said, turning your head to look at her over your shoulder. She melted into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and burying her head in the curve of your neck.

"You look good with my name on your back," she whispered into your neck.

You felt little arms wrap around your waist and looked down to see Maria holding onto both of you. Picking her up, you moved into Caroline's space so Maria could wrap her short arm around both of your necks.

"I love you," Caroline said, kissing her cheek. "And I love you," she said to you.

"Sorry to break this up, but they're calling us," Ingrid said. "It's time for the awards."

"Go," you said. You put a hand on Caroline's cheek and kissed her softly. "We'll be here waiting when you get back." You watched her walk away, pride swelling inside you. You and Maria moved off to the side to watch the awards ceremony. Maria cheered loudly, clapping her little hands when Caroline lifted the trophy.

You patiently waited for Caroline to enjoy the celebration. A few of your teammates had spotted you and come over to give you and Maria hugs. You were talking with Guru when Maria started wiggling in your arms and trying to get down. You set her down and watched her take off across the field. Worried, you tried to keep an eye on her while Guru continued talking one hundred miles an hour.

Maria ran right to Caroline, who was talking to Ada. Ada smiled down at the girl and ran a hand through her hair. You could see her say a few words to her before turning to leave them alone. Caroline sat down on the grass and pulled Maria into her lap to show off her medal.

You excused yourself from Guru and walked over to them slowly, taking in the scene in front of you. Caroline took her medal off and put it around Maria's neck, bringing an even bigger smile to her face. You watched Maria show the medal off and Caroline take in everything she said with great interest. This was the most important moment her career, and she was choosing to spend it with your daughter. Stopping, you kneeled down next to Caroline's outstretched legs.

"Marry me," you said suddenly, putting your hand on her knee.

"What?" she gasped, looking up at you.

"Marry me," you said again. "I want your name to always be the name on my back."

"Y/N," she whispered. "Are you sure?"

"Idiot. Of course. I want you to officially be Maria's mama." You saw her arm tighten around the child. You leaned into her leg. "So? Just going to leave me hanging here?"

"No. No, I mean, yes!"

You giggled nervously. "Is that a no or a yes?"

"Yes!" She leaned forward to wrap her free arm around you. You locked your arms around her neck, holding her to you. "I love you."

"We love you, superstar."

"Mommy, look!" Maria yelled, not paying attention to anything her parents were saying. "I'm a winner!"  She held out the medal around her neck.

You pulled back from Caroline enough to see Maria. "We all won today," you said smiling. Caroline kissed your cheek as you ran a hand through Maria's curls.

"We all won everything today," she said, breathing out a sigh into your neck. "I won everything today."

[woso-story]

Mascot

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Baby x BarcaTeam

It was the final home game of the season for FC Barcelona, and the energy in the air was electric. Fans filled the stadium, eagerly awaiting the match, and the players in the locker room were buzzing with excitement. But there was something even more special about this day: Ingrid and Mapi's two-year-old daughter, Mila, was going to be the team’s mascot. It was a huge moment, a chance for the young girl to be a part of something much bigger than herself. But what no one could have predicted was how much drama and chaos would unfold as everyone tried to claim the right to walk out with her.

Ingrid and Mapi had both been looking forward to this day for weeks, eagerly preparing Mila for the moment she would step onto the pitch with one of the players. The anticipation was contagious, and soon, it was clear that the entire team was just as excited about it as they were. As soon as the news broke that Mila would be walking out onto the pitch with one of the players, the locker room erupted. Every player seemed to think that they should be the one walking out with Mila.

“I should walk out with her,” Mapi declared confidently, her voice carrying across the room. “She’s my daughter. It’s my right.”

Her words were met with a mix of reactions. Esmee, ever the contrarian, raised her eyebrows. “That can’t be the reason! Ingrid gave birth to Mila, so Ingrid should have the first right.”

Ingrid smiled and put a hand on Mapi’s shoulder, trying to keep the peace. “I don’t mind at all,” Ingrid said gently. “I’m just proud of her. It doesn’t matter to me who gets to walk out with her.”

But that was easier said than done. Esmee and Kika, notorious for their playful antics, began tossing around lollipops and candy, offering them to Mila in hopes of winning her favor. “Mila, sweetie, come with me, and I’ll give you all the sweets you can eat,” Esmee coaxed, holding up a candy bar.

Ingrid, eyes narrowing, scolded them with a look. “Don’t spoil her before the game, you two,” she said, but her voice was lighthearted, knowing there was no stopping them.

As the argument continued, Alexia, Mila’s godmother, piped up, “Wait a second. I’m Mila’s godmother, so I should be the one walking out with her.” She grinned playfully, though there was a competitive edge to her tone.

Frido, not one to be left out, immediately joined in, “I’m Mila’s godmother too. I have just as much of a right as you, Alexia! And besides, she loves me the most!”

The back-and-forth grew more intense as everyone tried to prove why they should be Mila’s chosen partner. Aitana, who had been watching the frenzy quietly, finally spoke up, her voice calm and reassuring, “For me, it doesn’t matter who walks out with her. I’m just proud of Mila.”

But it wasn’t enough to calm the storm. Patri was now trying to convince Mila that she was the most fun. “You should choose me! I’m the fun one, Mila. I’m the one who knows how to have a good time!” She winked as she squatted down in front of Mila, making silly faces to entertain her

It was clear that this decision wasn’t going to be easy. The room had descended into complete pandemonium. Every player seemed convinced that they were the one Mila would choose, and the noise and bickering were reaching a fever pitch.

Ingrid, trying to maintain some semblance of control, raised her hands, demanding silence. “Okay, that’s enough!” she called out, her voice firm but not unkind. “The only person who gets to decide who Mila walks out with is Mila herself.”

A hush fell over the room as everyone turned to look at Ingrid. Mapi, standing beside her, had a soft smile on her face, her confidence unwavering. She was Mila’s mother, after all. Mila loved her, and Mapi was the one who made her laugh and played with her every day. Of course, Mila would want to walk out with her.

Ingrid gently sat Mila down on a bench in the locker room, her fingers brushing back Mila’s wild curls as Mapi knelt beside her. The two of them looked down at their daughter, who was blissfully unaware of the whirlwind of drama she had caused.

“Mila,” Ingrid asked, her voice soft, “who do you want to walk out with today? You can pick anyone you like.”

Mapi leaned forward, her expression full of love and hope. “Come on, sweetheart, you want to walk out with your mami, don’t you?” she said, her voice full of affection.

Mila, who had been playing with the corner of her jacket, looked up at both of them, her little face scrunching in thought. Then, without warning, she got up, her tiny feet padding across the locker room floor. She toddled straight over to Caroline, who was standing by the door, watching with a warm smile.

Mila stopped in front of Caroline, her tiny arms reaching up, and with a determined look on her face, she said, “I want to go with Caroline.”

The room went silent as everyone processed what had just happened. Mapi’s face fell, her heart sinking as she realized that Mila had chosen someone else. Caroline, her smile wide and gentle, scooped Mila up into her arms, clearly touched by the choice.

“You want to go with me?” Caroline asked, holding Mila close. “Of course, sweetie.”

Mapi’s expression was a mix of shock, hurt, and confusion. How could her own daughter pick someone else? How could Mila, who had spent so much time with Mapi, choose Caroline over her?

Ingrid, seeing Mapi’s reaction, chuckled lightly, brushing a hand through her hair. She kissed Mapi on the top of her head. “Well, I guess Mila made her choice,” Ingrid said, her voice warm but teasing. “Let’s not argue about it.”

But Mapi couldn’t shake the feeling of being betrayed. “I don’t get it. How could she choose Caroline? I’m her mami!”

The rest of the team, though disappointed, had to accept Mila’s decision. A few muttered under their breath, “Of course it’s Caroline, the favorite Tia,” but the tension slowly started to dissipate.

So, it was settled. Mila would walk out with Caroline. The two of them stood in the tunnel before the match, Caroline holding Mila securely in her arms, while Mila proudly wore a jersey with the words “Engen-Leon” printed on the back, a small tribute to both of her mothers. Mapi stood nearby, still looking slightly betrayed but also proud. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw how happy Mila looked.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the teams made their way onto the pitch. The crowd erupted into cheers as the teams made their way onto the pitch. Mila, laughing and waving, basked in the adoration of the fans. She was clearly enjoying the attention, delighted by the cheers and the energy of the stadium. She even made it into the team picture, beaming as she held the pennant. Afterward, Mila high-fived each player, before Ingrid took her to the bench.

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After the match, the final whistle blew, and the crowd erupted into cheers. FC Barcelona had secured another win, and the players were basking in the glory of the victory. But for Mapi, the best moment came when she spotted Mila running toward her on the pitch.

With her little feet scrambling across the grass, Mila’s face was lit up with excitement, her eyes wide and full of joy from the experience of being the mascot. Mapi crouched down as Mila reached her, her arms open wide.

“Mami!” Mila squealed, launching herself into Mapi’s embrace.

Mapi caught her effortlessly, lifting her high into the air and spinning her around in delight. The stadium lights shone down, casting a glow on the two of them, and Mapi couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling with pride.

“You did so great out there, baby,” Mapi said, her voice soft with affection as she held Mila close.

Mila giggled, her little hands clapping in excitement. “I waved at the people!” she announced, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

Mapi laughed, pressing a kiss to Mila’s forehead. “Yes, you did! You were perfect.”

They stood there for a moment, taking in the moment together, surrounded by the energy of the crowd, the celebrations, and the vibrant pitch. Mapi held Mila close, feeling the warmth of her little body against her chest, and she knew that this was the kind of moment that made everything worth it.

Despite the earlier confusion over who would walk out with Mila, the joy on her daughter’s face was all Mapi needed. She gently set Mila down, watching as she toddled around, chasing after a ball one of the other players kicked her way.

As Mapi stood there, taking in the scene, she felt a quiet sense of contentment. No matter what had happened, she was here with her daughter on the pitch, and that was enough.

[wosowrites]

WOSO MASTERLIST

-Leah Williamson

Legacy’s Daughter

International Break

I’ll Take Care Of You

Hot Tub Tease Part 1

Hot Tub Tease Part 2

Hot Tub Tease Part 3

Under the Surface

Starting a New Streak

Clothing Swap

Stop the Teasing but don’t Stop

-Jessie Fleming

I can be your New Home Part 1

I can be your New Home Part 2

I can be your New Home Part 3

Winter Olympian

All Tatted Up Part 1

All Tatted Up Part 2

Running out of Time

Are You Jealous?

Canadian Wonders

Media Day

Our Story

Goalkeeper

They’re gone now

Kissing Strangers

In Front of the Camera

In Front of the Camera part 2

In the End

Against All Odds

For Her Safety

Moose

-Jill Roord

Mama & Mommy

One Shot

The Two Roord’s

-Mapi León

The Girl in the Bleachers

New Fear Unlocked

Collision Madness

-Vivianne Miedema

Always Here

They Know

Sick for you

-Alexia Putellas

The Jacket

Award Night

Mama Putellas

One Time Won’t Hurt

-Guro Reiten

Us Always

I Had To

Into the Closet

-Jordan Nobbs

Loosing Control

Back with Her

Miles Difference

-Kristie Mewis

The Confidence she Needed

Soft for Her

-Katie Mccabe

Her Clumsy Girl

Yellow Card Madness

Kids and Katie

-Sam Kerr

Not so Champs

Even Protectors Break Down

-Ona Batlle

Comfort Spaniard

Tattoo Tour

Don’t Let Me Go

Good Girl

-Lauren Hemp

Soft for Her

-Erin Cuthbert

Saving the Game

-Niamh Charles

Smitten for you

-Caroline Graham Hansen

Going Through It

Going Through It Part 2

-Entire Teams

Cool Heart, Hot Headed (Lionesses)

Sleeper (Man United)

-Patri Guijarro

Greece and Wives

-Gio Queiroz

Little Does He Know

-Alessia Russo

Sun Through the Curtains

-Platonic fics

Pernille Harder and Magda Eriksson

Pernille Harder and Magda Eriksson

[luanasthwfc]

It's ok to be hitting your own bed when reading A FIC of two people you basicly count as your rolemodels when it comes to relationship with footballer?

[alexiabae]

TIRED; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: in which caro rant to y/n about how she felt on her national team.

Warnings: short fic for this precious sunshine.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

She read the breaking news.

And she was devastated.

If it was true, how can you leave out two of your best players out?

Two players who came to win the champions league.

Y/N grabbed her phone and was meeting by a photo of her with her girlfriend, making her forget momentarily about what she was going to do. She searched for Caro's number and pressed the button once she found it.

A tone.

Two tones.

And at the three tones, Caro answered it.

"Hola min kjærlighet." Caro greeted her in a groggy voice, clearing her throat after.

"Shit. Are you sleeping? I don't watch the hour, sorry." Y/N curses, making the forward laugh.

"Don't worry. I needed to wake up soon." The blonde informed, letting out a yawn.

Y/N bit her bottom lip; "I read the news... It's true?" She asked unsure, not wanting Caro to get mad or upset.

Caro sighed.

"It's true. I don't tell you anything because I don't care anymore about this national team." Caro hissed the last part.

Y/N could hear how pissed she is about it.

"You don't have fault about anything, okay? Neither Ingrid." Y/N let her know, even if she didn't know the full story.

"I know it. It's the fault of Hege. She didn't listen to us, to her players... It's frustrating. Sorry, I don't want to bother you about it." The Norwegian rarely gets mad or angry or raises her voice.

Y/N shakes her head even if her girlfriend couldn't see her. "No, no. You know that you can count on me, and if you want, I will be grateful to hear it." She said with a soft voice, putting herself better on her seat on the sofa, watching by her window the dark sky.

"Hege punished us for telling the truth. She didn't care if we lost match after match. She only cares about herself. We aren't good enough because we don't work sufficiently on it. We need staff people who care about us, not participating in the world cup. It matters if you do ridiculous things in front of the world." Caro said in a rush, her voice getting raised as her angrier thoughts showed up. "And Ingrid? She didn't say anything bad. She admitted our mistakes, but of course if you want to play you need to shut up and nod." She finished.

Y/N was really surprised by Caro's statement. Not from the words, if not for her tone of voice. It was a mix between angry and sad, winning the temper.

"My advice is that you need to do it for your teammates, they don't have the fault for your coach being uncompetitive." Y/N muttered, not wanting to disturb Caro. "And for your country. The people who show you their support, no matter the countries they are from. Like me for example." She tried her best to cheer her up.

Caro let out an inevitable soft chuckle at her last comment. They are in silence for a few minutes, processing everything in their minds.

"You will see Ana today." Y/N remind her, playing with her laces from her pajama short.

"Yeah. Something good, at least." The blonde muttered, rolling on her bed, closing her eyes.

"How is Ingrid?" Y/N can't resist asking by her friend.

"Affected. But she received some calls before and she is better. And she has us too." Caro explained.

Y/N felt bad. She found an hour ago about Norway's news and probably Mapi or some familiar found it hours ago and called the brunette.

"Sorry about not calling before... I was working." Y/N apologises, regretful for having a shit of a job.

"I supposed that you're working. Don't worry, babe. I just want it to be over and fly to the warm city where I live." Y/N giggles, finding funny how her nordic girlfriend hates the cold.

"What about me?" Y/N teases.

Caro plays a lazy smile. "You are the most I miss right now... So, be prepared when I come back because I'm not going to let you go."

"I can't wait." Y/N whispered, smiling remembering the moments with her.

"I will let the national team after the world cup." Caro confessed after a moment of silence. "I can't anymore. I'm really tired of their behaviour. They know what they want and they don't want me. So..." She trailed off, sighing.

"I will support every decision you make." Y/N support her.

Caro smiled; "Thank you, min kjærlighet. I just want to focus on us, family, friends and my club. That's all I want."

"Well, I'll let you rest a little more." Y/N said watching the hour on her phone, setting an alarm to watch the game in a few hours.

"Sorry that you asked for the morning to watch me play..." Caro said sadly. "I'll make it to you, I promise."

"Don't be silly. You don't have the fault. And sadly that type of shit always happens. So focus on passing to the next level."

Caro laughed at how her girlfriend denominated it like a video game.

"I will try my best if they let me." The blonde said. "For you." She added in a whisper.

"Te quiero." Y/N whispered back.

"Jeg elsker deg mer."

[kamwilliamsonn]

make me - Caroline Graham Hansen

"come over here and make me."

Your eyes glistened with amusement as Caro ran all around your shared bedroom, trying to find her favourite hoodie.

You were laid under your blanket, comfortable watching the chaos as your fiancée wanted that specific jumper so badly.

Oh, and by the way, you're the one wearing it.

"Babe? Can you help me, where-" She started, before noticing the red sticking out from your navy blue blanket

"Babe." She repeats sternly, "is that my hoodie?" She asks, not really a question though.

You sink further into the bed, trying to hide it. "No?"

She huffs out a little laugh and places her hands on her hips softly. "Babe, I need to go shopping and it's cold, so I need my hoodie." She tells you, a soft smile on her face.

"Exactly! It's cold, and you're leaving me here without your cuddles. It smells like you." A small pout is on your face as you look up to her. "If you want me to take it off, you'll have to come here and make me."

She walks over to the bed and pulls her shoes off quickly, crawling so she's hovered over you.

She pulls the blanket off of you, leaving you in your joggers and her favourite hoodie and you think she's about to tickle you, but instead, she leans down slowly and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Then she litters some all over your face, ignoring your lips.

When you get sick of her teasing, you grab her face and pull her lips to yours, her hands grab your waist under the hoodie and your t-shirt.

And then she pulls away, her hands stay resting on you as she mumbles. "If you give me the hoodie, I'll bring you back some chocolate, and I'll take the day off work tomorrow."

Your eyebrows furrow as you decide if it's a good deal. "And you won't leave me in bed alone tomorrow?" You ask, your hands going back to play with the hairs on the back of her neck.

"Never. Tomorrow, we can cuddle all day. I won't even make you wake up for food." She smiles teasingly.

"Fine... Deal."

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Bearing in mind, they're probably in Norway during this 😭 I didn't think about how hot Spain is while I was writing it

And sorry it's so short, clearly longer fics are not my thing 😭

[delfiore]

barcelona femení as greek gods

not a fic but i just came back from a football game and i thought of this on the bus ride home. i could die on some of these hills i swear.

ZEUS: KING OF THE GODS, GOD OF THE SKY

—Alexia Putellas.

HERA: QUEEN OF THE GODS, GODDESS OF MARRIAGE AND WOMEN

—Fridolina Rolfö.

HADES: GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD

—Caroline Graham Hansen.

POSEIDON: GOD OF THE SEA

—Irene Paredes.

APOLLO: GOD OF THE SUN, MUSIC AND HEALING

—Keira Walsh.

ARTEMIS: GODDESS OF THE MOON AND THE HUNT

—Aitana Bonmatí.

ATHENA: GODDESS OF WISDOM AND WARFARE

—Salma Paralluelo.

APHRODITE: GODDESS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY

—Ingrid Engen.

DEMETER: GODDESS OF THE HARVEST

—Patri Guijarro.

ARES: GOD OF WAR

—Mapi León.

HEPHAESTUS: GOD OF SMITHERY AND CRAFTSWORK

—Mariona Caldentey.

HESTIA: GODDESS OF THE HEARTH

—Marta Torrejón.

DIONYSUS: GOD OF WINE AND PLEASURE

—Lucy Bronze.

HERMES: THE MESSENGER GOD, GOD OF TRAVELERS AND SHEPHERDS

—Ona Batlle.

i need to go to sleep.

[copper-16]

🚀 🦈 📗 🤖 ?

🦈 My list of no gos:

- Daan and Ellie

- Beth and Viv

- Magda and Pernille

Absolutely NOTHING against these couples whatsoever, in fact I love all of them. But I have no clue how to write any of them. I have tried and every time I feel uncomfortable and just can’t get into a flow, for whatever reason! I also really struggle to write Caroline Graham Hansen, she’s a bit of an enigma to me from a character perspective!

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Outline - always! I’ll give you a tiny method to the madness here lol, here is what a typical outline for a chapter looks like at the end of this! Please excuse my typos and grammar errors - it’s called an outline and not a final draft for a reason lmao

📗 Funnily enough, one of my works I wrote was actually supposed to be a manuscript, but I turned it into a fic instead! It was the high school AU, that was actually originally going to be based off of Tatumn Milazzo and Ella Stevens from the NWSL, but then I decided that I was too scared to try to write an actual book, so I decided not to. I think I’m very worried about having to world build when all of my writing is done in a format where all of that has already been done for me.

But I’ve always wanted to write a book, so maybe one day I will!

🤖 Yes and no. Two of my close friends (and my therapist and psychiatrist lol) know that I write fanfiction, and most of my other friends know that I write, but they don’t know what about. When they ask I just say I write about soccer players, but I think that they think I’m making people up, not that I write fiction about real people. I’ve gotten more open about it over the last year and a half, and a lot less embarrassed! It’s fun to tell people what I’m working on, especially when I’m excited about something.

[pitchsidestories]

Barcelona Women fic's Masterlist

✨II Ona Batlle x Reader

eras of us (1), (2)

✨ II Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

God, it's brutal out here

The favourite

✨ II Lucy Bronze x Reader

Champagne Problems

Safe and Sound

The Bitch is back

invisible string

New Year's Eve Party (5)

searching for hope

training season

✨ II Cata Coll x Reader

underneath your clothes

anxiety

✨ II Caroline Graham Hansen x Reader

the three musketeers

too shy (can't speak)

✨ II Patri Guijarro x Reader

Secrets

Jealousy

✨ II Jenni Hermoso x Reader (former club)

Big Reputation

✨ II Mapi León x Reader

If I was a man

How You Get the Girl

✨ II Fridolina Rolfö X Reader

New Year's Eve Party (1)

Picture You

✨ II Salma Paralluelo x Reader

rewrite the stars

✨ II Irene Paredes x Reader

familia

✨ II Alexia Putellas x Reader

If I was a man

10 Things I Hate About You (1) (2) (3) (4)

New Year's Eve Party (3)

my kink is karma

✨ II Keira Walsh x Reader

and they were roommates

[woso-story]

A Special Bond

Caroline Graham Hansen x BabyMila

Mila had been part of the Barcelona family since the very beginning, born to two of the most beloved players: Ingrid Engen and Mapi León. From her first breath, she was surrounded by love — not just from her parents, but from her aunties too. Esmee, Kika, and Aitana, her unofficial sisters, adored her deeply. But there was one person who always stood out in Mila’s little world. From the very first days, everyone knew that Mila had a favorite tia: Caroline Graham Hansen.

No one could quite explain it. Maybe it was the way Caroline smiled, a little shy and awkward, or how she always seemed to have a soft spot for Mila’s giggles and curious eyes. Whatever it was, Caroline and Mila had an unspoken bond that no one could deny. Mila always wanted to be with Caroline. She would toddle around the training grounds, her tiny hand reaching for Caroline’s, her bright eyes never leaving her tia, always seeking her out.

For Caroline, it was love at first sight. Though she was more reserved and often felt like an outsider in such an exuberant family, Mila’s affection made her heart swell in ways she never expected. There was something about the little girl’s unconditional love that softened Caroline’s own walls, and in that bond, she found a new kind of joy.

As the months passed, both Caroline and Marta, who had been together for a few years now, began talking about having a family of their own. At first, the idea of becoming parents was something Caroline hesitated about. She wasn’t sure if motherhood was in her future. But after spending so much time with Mila, she saw how beautiful it could be — how much love a child could bring into your life. They decided together that they wanted to take the leap and start a family.

Marta, having finished her football career, was now eight months pregnant. Despite the changes in her life, she loved coming to the training facilities, where she could reconnect with her ex-teammates and share the joy of her upcoming new chapter. But it was clear that Mila was a bit confused by all the changes around her. She loved her family, but she didn’t understand why everything was shifting so fast.

One afternoon, Caroline was in the gym, focusing on some light exercises. The room was buzzing with the sounds of people coming and going, but there was one little voice that stood out. Mila walked in, her face clouded with uncertainty.

Caroline paused her workout when she noticed the sadness in Mila’s eyes. She immediately walked over, crouching down to meet her at eye level. “What’s going on, little one?” she asked gently.

Mila shook her head, not saying a word at first. Caroline’s heart sank. She took Mila’s small hand and led her to a quieter room. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she asked softly, sitting her down.

Mila finally spoke up, her voice trembling. “I’m scared,” she said. “When the new baby comes, nobody will love me anymore. And you won’t love me either. You won’t have time for me.”

Caroline’s heart broke as she listened to the worry in Mila’s words. She sat down beside the little girl and pulled her close. “Mila, look at me,” she said softly, making sure Mila could see the sincerity in her eyes. “Of course things will change. A new baby means new things, new routines. But one thing will never change. We all love you so, so much. Nothing, not even a new baby, can change that.”

Mila sniffled, looking up at Caroline, her eyes wide with uncertainty. Caroline smiled and gently cupped Mila’s face. “You and I have a special bond, Mila. That will never go away. I will always have time for you. You and me, we’ll still have our special days, just like before. And no one will ever take your place in my heart.”

Mila, her eyes filling with tears, suddenly wrapped her tiny arms around Caroline’s neck and hugged her tightly. Caroline held her close, feeling a rush of love for the little girl who had become such an important part of her life. “I love you, Mila,” Caroline whispered. “You’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

With a smile, Mila pulled back and wiped her tears away, feeling a bit better. She had always known that Caroline loved her, but hearing those words made everything feel safe again.

---

When Marta and Caroline’s baby, Noah, was born, things changed, just as Caroline said. For two weeks, Caroline was at home, focusing on her new son and adjusting to life as a mother. It wasn’t easy for Mila, who missed her tia and started to feel a pang of jealousy whenever she saw Caroline with Noah. “She’s with him, not me,” Mila thought, her little heart struggling with the reality of the changes.

When Caroline returned to training, Mila ignored her, refusing to look at her. Caroline tried to approach her, but Mila wouldn’t have it. “Leave her be,” Ingrid said gently, putting a hand on Caroline’s shoulder. “She’s just going through it. She’ll come around.”

Caroline nodded, knowing it was true. It hurt, but she understood. Mila just needed time.

Two weeks later, Marta and Caroline brought Noah to the Barcelona training facilities. The team surrounded them, showering the little boy with affection. But Mila remained on the sidelines, her arms crossed and her face set in a pout.

Caroline spotted her right away and, despite holding her son, walked over to where Mila sat. “Hey there,” Caroline said softly, sitting down beside her. “I want you to meet Noah. He’s my son, but he’s also part of our family now. He’s a big part of your family, too.”

At first, Mila tried to ignore her tia, but curiosity slowly won out. She glanced at Noah, her face softening as she observed the baby’s wide eyes and small, wriggling hands. “He’s... kind of cute,” Mila finally admitted, a little smile breaking through.

Caroline smiled, her heart warm. “I knew you’d think so. And you know, Mila, things might change a little, but you will always have a special place in my heart. You’re my niece, and no matter what happens, that will never change.”

Mila thought for a moment, then gave a small nod. “I’ll babysit him one day,” she declared, puffing out her chest. “I’m a big girl now.”

Caroline laughed, pulling Mila into a hug, feeling the weight of everything they had shared. She knew there would be moments of change, but one thing was certain — the bond between her and Mila would always remain. Together, they were a family.

[woso-story]

Team Dinner With Baby Mila

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Caroline Graham Hansen x Baby

It was a rare evening off for the FC Barcelona women’s team, and they’d gathered at a cozy restaurant in the heart of the city for dinner. The team filled the private dining room with laughter and conversation, sharing stories and enjoying their well-deserved downtime. Ingrid and Mapi, of course, had brought Mila along, who had quickly become the team’s unofficial mascot and most beloved tiny companion.

Mila, now a confident toddler, was sitting in a high chair between her moms, happily nibbling on a piece of bread and occasionally babbling nonsense words. She was in her element, soaking up the attention from her extended Barça family.

At the far end of the table, Caroline was quietly chatting with Marta, a faint smile on her face as she listened. Despite her reserved nature, Caroline had grown close to her teammates, though she usually stayed on the periphery during social events. Tonight, however, her eyes kept drifting toward Mila, who was now giggling and waving a spoon in the air.

At one particularly loud burst of laughter from the toddler, Caroline excused herself from her conversation with Marta and made her way down the table toward Mila.

“Uh-oh,” Alexia said teasingly, nudging Patri and nodding in Caroline’s direction. “Here comes Tia Caroline.”

As Caroline approached, Mila spotted her immediately and let out an excited squeal. “Cawa-wine!” she cried, reaching her arms out.

“Hi, Mila,” Caroline said softly, her face lighting up in a rare full smile. “Are you causing trouble?”

Mila responded by grabbing at Caroline’s hand, her little fingers tugging insistently. Ingrid chuckled as she leaned over to Mapi. “You’d think we weren’t even here.”

Caroline crouched down to Mila’s level, letting the toddler grab hold of her fingers and tug her closer. “What’s up, little one?” she asked.

“Bread!” Mila declared, holding up her half-eaten piece proudly.

“Ah, bread,” Caroline said solemnly. “An excellent choice.”

The table laughed as Caroline settled into a chair beside Mila, engaging in what appeared to be a very serious conversation about bread and spoons. Marta, still seated at the far end, watched the scene with a warm smile.

“You know,” Patri said, grinning slyly, “I think Caroline has the baby fever.”

The comment drew a round of laughs and some playful oohs from the team. Marta, catching the joke, raised her eyebrows and gave Caroline a knowing smile.

Caroline looked up, confused at first. “What?” she asked, glancing around as if she’d missed something.

“Baby fever,” Patri repeated, winking at Marta. “You’re so good with Mila. Maybe it’s time to think about one of your own.”

Caroline flushed, a rare pink coloring her cheeks. “What are you even talking about?” she muttered, glancing away. But she didn’t move from her spot beside Mila, who was now babbling happily about something only she understood.

Marta leaned in from her spot and smiled warmly at Caroline. “You’re a natural, you know,” she said gently. “Whenever the time comes, you’ll be great.”

Caroline gave Marta a small, sheepish smile but didn’t respond. Instead, she turned her attention back to Mila, who was tugging at her shirt and pointing at her cup of water.

Ingrid leaned over to Mapi and whispered, “Looks like we’re not getting Mila back anytime soon.”

Mapi smirked. “She’s lucky she’s good with her,” she said, though the glimmer of pride in her eyes betrayed her words.

As the night went on, Caroline stayed firmly planted by Mila’s side, playing peek-a-boo with her and even helping her with her dessert. The rest of the team watched with varying degrees of amusement and affection, occasionally throwing in more jokes about Caroline’s newfound baby fever.

By the end of the evening, when Mila had finally grown sleepy and was nestled in Caroline’s arms, Mapi came over and raised an eyebrow. “You know, you’re making it very hard to take her home.”

Caroline shrugged, looking down at the dozing toddler with a soft expression. “I can’t help it. She likes me.”

Mapi rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. “Alright, Caro. You win this round.”

As the team said their goodbyes, Marta walked past Caroline and gave her a subtle wink. Caroline shook her head with a quiet laugh, the blush creeping back onto her face.

[woso-story]

Babysitting

Esmee Brugts x Kika Nazareth x Caroline Graham Hansen x BabyMila

The sun was setting over Barcelona as the FC Barcelona women's team wrapped up their training session. The players gathered around the field, chatting and joking as they stretched.

"Ingrid, Mapi," one of their teammates called out, a teasing grin on her face, "when was the last time you two went on a proper date? You know, just the two of you?"

The question caught them off guard. Ingrid glanced at Mapi, who raised an eyebrow in silent communication. After a pause, Ingrid smiled sheepishly.

"Before Mila was born," she admitted.

The group burst into laughter. "That’s been seven months! You’ve got to get out, just the two of you."

Ingrid shook her head. "We just… we don’t feel right leaving Mila with someone we don’t know. During the day, she’s at the Barcelona daycare, so we’re close by if anything happens. But at night, leaving her with a stranger? No way."

Esmee and Kika exchanged a look. Then, in unison, they exclaimed, "What if it’s us?"

Mapi blinked. "You two? Babysitting?"

"Why not?" Kika said with a grin. "We love Mila, and we’re practically family. Come on, let us help you out!"

Ingrid and Mapi hesitated, glancing at each other. It was tempting, but they were still unsure.

"Come on," Esmee pleaded dramatically. "You two need a break. Let us do this!"

After several minutes of playful begging and persistent persuasion, Ingrid finally sighed. "Okay, fine. But if anything happens, call us immediately."

Esmee and Kika cheered, high-fiving each other as the rest of the team laughed.

---

Two days later, Esmee and Kika showed up at Ingrid and Mapi’s apartment, armed with snacks, toys, and an overabundance of confidence.

Ingrid was holding Mila, who was dressed in a soft pink onesie and clutching her favorite stuffed lion. Mapi was pacing, going over last-minute instructions.

"Her favorite toy is this lion," Mapi said, gesturing to the stuffed animal. "She likes her bottle warm, not too hot. And she just ate, so she shouldn’t be hungry for a while."

"Relax," Kika interrupted, reaching out to take Mila. "We’ve got this. Don’t worry about a thing."

Ingrid and Mapi exchanged a look, both reluctant to leave, but Esmee gently pushed them toward the door. "Go. Have fun. We’ll take great care of her."

With one last hesitant glance at their smiling daughter, Ingrid and Mapi finally left.

---

At first, things went smoothly. Mila was a little ray of sunshine, giggling as Esmee played peek-a-boo and Kika made funny faces. They set her on her play mat, where she happily babbled and reached for her toys.

"This is easy," Kika said confidently. "I don’t know what they were so worried about."

But as the evening wore on, Mila began to fuss. Her cheerful babbles turned to whimpers, and then to full-blown cries.

"Uh-oh," Esmee muttered, picking her up and rocking her gently. "What’s wrong, little one?"

"She’s probably hungry," Kika said, heading to the kitchen to prepare some homemade baby food Ingrid had left. She returned with a bowl and a spoon, smiling. "Here we go, Mila. Yum-yum time."

Mila, however, was not interested. She smacked the spoon out of Kika’s hand, sending baby food flying across the room—and onto Kika’s face.

Esmee burst out laughing. "She got you good!"

"Not funny," Kika grumbled, wiping food off her cheek.

They tried everything to calm Mila down—singing songs, dancing, showing her new toys—but nothing worked. Mila’s cries only grew louder, her little face red and tear-streaked.

"I think we should call Ingrid and Mapi," Esmee said, looking increasingly panicked.

"No way," Kika insisted. "We can handle this!"

Desperate, Esmee pulled out her phone and called Caroline.

---

Caroline arrived at Ingrid and Mapi’s apartment within fifteen minutes, her face a mix of concern and curiosity. When Kika opened the door, still sporting baby food on her face, Caroline couldn’t suppress a laugh.

"What happened here?" she asked, stepping inside.

The scene was chaos. The living room was littered with toys, the kitchen counters were sticky with baby food, and Mila was crying in Esmee’s arms.

"We’ve tried everything," Esmee said, her voice full of exasperation. "She just won’t stop crying!"

Caroline walked over. As soon as Caroline took Mila in her arms, the transformation was immediate. Mila’s loud, ear-piercing cries softened into tiny hiccups, and within seconds, she was quiet. Her little fists clutched at Caroline’s shirt as she nestled her head against her shoulder, her red face slowly returning to its usual soft pink.

Esmee and Kika stared in disbelief, their mouths hanging open.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Kika muttered, gesturing toward Mila. "She screamed like she was auditioning for a horror movie with us, and now she’s suddenly an angel?"

Esmee threw her hands up in exasperation. "We’ve been at this for hours! I sang, I danced, I even made up a story about her lion going on adventures. Nothing worked!"

Caroline smirked, gently bouncing Mila in her arms. "Maybe you just don’t have the touch."

Kika rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. What’s your secret? Do you have baby-whispering superpowers or something?"

Caroline chuckled, brushing a stray curl from Mila’s forehead. "No secret. Mila just knows quality when she sees it."

Esmee flopped onto the couch, groaning dramatically. "Unbelievable. I feel so unappreciated right now."

Caroline just laughed softly as Mila let out a contented sigh, already half-asleep against her shoulder. "You two might want to stick to cheering from the sidelines. Leave the babysitting to the pros."

Kika shook her head, still staring at Mila in astonishment. "This is so unfair."

With Mila now calm, Caroline helped Esmee and Kika clean up. They tidied the living room, scrubbed the kitchen, and restored the apartment to its usual neatness.

Caroline then took Mila to her nursery. She changed her into a fresh onesie, laid her in her crib, and placed her stuffed lion in her arms. Mila hugged the toy tightly and fell asleep almost immediately.

When Caroline returned to the living room, she found Esmee and Kika passed out on the couch, completely exhausted. Caroline chuckled, just as Ingrid and Mapi walked in.

"Caro?" Mapi asked, looking surprised.

Caroline grinned and explained what had happened, from the baby food incident to Mila’s eventual peace.

Ingrid laughed, shaking her head. "So now we have three sleeping kids in the apartment."

Mapi grabbed a blanket and covered Esmee and Kika. Then she and Ingrid peeked into Mila’s room, smiling at their peacefully sleeping daughter.

"Thank you," Ingrid said to Caroline as they walked her to the door.

"Anytime," Caroline replied with a wink. "But maybe next time, skip the amateurs."

As Caroline left, Ingrid and Mapi finally went to bed, their hearts full of gratitude for their little chaotic but loving community.

[wosowrites]

Going Through It Part 2 (Caroline Graham Hansen)

warnings: misscar!age, depression

a/n: a lot of people were asking for a part 2 of the fic sooo let’s go! I also broke my own heart writing this it's super long and super sad.

prompt: in which different people come around in support for you as you go through all the stages of your miscarriage with caroline.

The 7 stages of grief. A myth? Definitely not.

Stage 1: Shock

When the medics told you they would bring you to the hospital to confirm that you really were indeed no longer with child, you just nodded blankly. You could see Caroline was trying to hold it together for you but you selfishly couldn't bring yourself to think about her. All you cared about was that they baby in your belly that you were supposed to protect was gone now. You felt as though you had failed it.

And then the doctors at the nearest hospital confirmed what to you had already been confirmed, so you listened as they told you for the second time that your baby was dead. Caroline held a straight face as she rubbed her thumb over your hand,, and you just stared blankly at the wall facing you. They said something about an abortion as soon as possible to get the fetus out, but you didn't listen. You didn't listen either as Caroline told you lovingly that she was going to go give the news to the Barca girls who were in the waiting room. A funny bunch they were, for sure, all with their tracksuits and sweaty hair.

You laughed at that. It started off as a quiet giggle but soon enough you were full on howling with laughter. Caroline had left the room by then and so had the doctors so anyone walking past your room would surely think you were a misplaced psychiatric patient. A few of the doctors came running in when it had been about a minute of your hysterics. They tried talking to you and calming you down but you just laughed harder. So they put you to sleep for a little, and when Caro walked back in with Ingrid, Mapi and Alexia, the doctors simply said that:

"She's in a lot of shock. She started laughing hysterically and we think its best for her to sleep before the procedure."

So, when Caroline heard that you were asleep, and that her actions wouldn't hurt you further, she started sobbing.

Stage 2: Denial

You and Caroline had already been excused for the UWCL and the rest of the season. Although the public knew very well that you were pregnant when you took the hit to the stomach, no one other than the Barca girls knew that the child had died. People just assumed you were not playing as a precaution, and Caro was taking care of you. Oh, and the Chelsea girls knew as well, having reached out in support and apology. Jess Carter had never felt worse in her life. But it wasn't their fault and everyone knew that. It was wrong place wring time. However three days after the abortion, Caroline found you in a worse situation than she could ever have imagined.

"Love?" Caroline called out in the apartment, having stopped calling you baby out of fear of even mentioning anything related to a child. There was no answer. "Y/n?!"

Caroline called out your name again as she walked through the house, poking her head into your bedroom, the washroom and every other room in the house. That is until she heard the faint sound of music. Her heart dropped. The only way she wouldn't have heard music playing was if it was from the nursery. You had both agreed to sound proof the room as you had heard that letting the baby cry it out was often the best solution. Caroline hadn't touched or even looked at the nursery since 'the incident' but she imagined today was the day.

The Norwegian gently pushed open the door, finding you sitting in the corner of the room on a rocking chair. There was My Funny Valentine playing from her phone in the room, the song you would always sing to your belly. Your hand was on your stomach, rubbing it gently though your grey tank top. Your eyes were closed and you were humming along with the melody, not noticing the presence of your wife. Caroline felt like she would throw up. She stared at you through wide eyes before slowly backing out of the room and closing the door again. Her eyes filled with tears as she leaned her back against the door. The Norwegian took a couple seconds to steady her breathing before rummaging in the pocket of her shorts and pulling out her cell phone. The woman quickly dialled a familiar number and waiting for a voice to answer. "Hola, Caroline," Mapi's voice said in a kind and gentle voice. "Hi. Uh, I don't know what to do. I- she's just sitting there and-" Caroline tried to rant but Mapi cut her off, noticing how clustered her words were. "Caro. Breathe. Breathe for me, do you want me to come over?" She asked gently. "No. No that's not a good idea. I just need you to tell me what to do because right now shes sitting in the nursery on the rocking chair, playing a song we always sang to her belly and she- she has her hand on her stomach like-" Caroline lowered her voice, "-like there's still a baby in there."

There was silence over the phone. Mapi felt sick and horrible for her friends. "I-I cannot give you advice on this. You just need to talk to her, I think. She's in denial."

And so Caroline did. She opened the door to the nursery and walked towards you. "My love," you said, smiling and opening your eyes. "Hi darling," your wife answered, kneeling next to you. She put her hands on your knees and looked up at you. Your hands still laid on your stomach, but not for long as the forwards hands reached out to grab yours in hers. "Don't make me tell you. Don't make me say the words," Caroline said, her eyes full of tears. But you just stared at her with a small smile. You freed your hands and cupped her face, wiping her tears. "What is it, my love?" you said gently, almost in a ghostly way. "We're not pregnant anymore, y/n."

Stage 3: Anger

You handn't meant to hit her. You hadn't. You. Had. Not. Right? It just happened. It had been the third time she had caught you with your hand on your stomach, humming to a child that wasn't there. And you had snapped. Right after you did, your head was cloudy, and you wanted to apologize, and kiss her, and tell her how much you loved her. But instead you yelled. "Shut up! Don't! I have already lost our fucking child and now you're not even letting me- I don't know! Hold out hope. Hold out some kind of belief that the universe wouldn't take my child away," you yelled, sobbing violently. Caroline looked at you, sobbing just as hard as you were. "I'm going through this too, you know?" She yelled back, catching you off guard. "Yeah. But at least your not going through the guilt of knowing that your decision killed our child."

It was mean. It was loud. It was hurtful from both ends. But then you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your car keys and then opened the door, pausing at the entrance. "We need to be there. Now," you said dryly.

Caroline nodded and followed you outside. You headed down to the parking lot, walking to your subaru. You both headed for the drivers seat, but as you reached to open the door, your hands hitting, you looked at her. "I can drive. I’m not pregnant anymore, remember? You made that very fucking clear," you spat at her.

Caroline flinched, but she went to the passengers seat.

You arrived at Ciutat Esportiva about twenty minutes later, the whole car ride being filled with awkwardness and the faint sound of Beyonce's vocals. You got out of the car quickly, trying to get away from Caroline. Jonatan had told you that there wasn't the need for you both to come if you weren't up for it, but you knew you needed to get out of the house. It was just an hour long meeting to discuss next seasons signings and departures, but it felt to Caroline like a reintegration into normal life, and to you, it felt like a reminder that you had failed your child.

You walked into the meeting room, your hair in the same dutch braids they had been in for the past two days, your Barca sweatpants on paired with a black hoodie. The girls came up to you and hugged you gently, you forced a small smile before taking a spot at a table with only one open chair left, means to get away from your wife.

The second the meeting finished, you stood up quickly. But due to your lack of sleep and food, your head swirled and you doubled over, feeling a wave of nausea come over you. Mapi, Alexia and Caroline were quickly by your side, la Reina holding your elbow and Caroline quickly letting you fall into her arms. But the second you had regained your bearings, you pushed her away. "Stop it. I'm fine," you basically growled. Taking your car keys from the table and rushing out of the meeting room and towards the parking lot.

Caroline was left, feeling shameful for no valid reason in the middle of the room. "I thought the whole 7 stages of grief thing was a myth but... shes going through them right now. I need the anger to be gone, Marta, I can't take her being mad at me," Caroline cried gently. "She's not mad at you. She's mad at herself and she's taking it out on you. Just- don't tell her shes going through the seven stages. If she knows she'll try to stop it and right now she needs to feel. And so do you, Caro. If you guys need anything, call me. Call us, any of us. We'll bring food or movies... anything really," Marta answered.

Stage 4: Bargaining

You got out of the anger stage the night after the meeting. You left your room, having finally showered and found Caroline watching Bridgerton in the living room. You sat down next to her and took the remote, pausing the show. "I am so sorry. I don't know what the fuck my problem is. I love you so so much and I just snapped," you said to her, putting your hands on her face and wiping away a stray tear. You kissed her softly on the lips as she thought about what Marta had said about not informing you about the grief process she was living. It was the first kiss you had shared since the miscarriage and it was welcomed to say the least.

It was on a walk down town that you reached the stage of bargaining. Caroline had been confused about that one. You weren't religious, and neither was she. But when you walked past the Sagrada Familia, and asked if you could go inside, she knew it was time for stage 4.

The Sagrada Familia was extremely impressive. Even after being in it multiple times, it never lost its beauty. It was a thursday, so it was open to the public, but you still sat on a pier, leaving Caroline to watch you from afar, wondering about the bargaining stage.

There was only you on the pier, looking up to the high ceiling of the Sagrada Familia, the architecture designed in a way that the ceiling looked like a forest. You didn’t believe in God. God had ruined your family. Or at least your parents wrongful actions in his name did. If there was a God, you knew he loved everyone and that he wouldn’t have wished for your parents to kick you out for your "sins" at 16.

But you still thoguht to yourself that considering you had already lost your child, talking to the person who the town you grew up in made you believe was the only source of power wasn’t a ridiculous idea exactly.

In your head, you started thinking.

Hi, fuck this is stupid. I don’t do this. I’m not talking to anyone. Jesus- I mean. No. Not. Okay let me start again can we just forget about the previous sentences.

You thought for a second, half expecting the voice of a man to appear in your head.

Okay. Let’s do this. I lost my baby. And- I guess I’m hoping that if you do exist then talking to you will make you care for him… or her but I felt like it was a him. I don’t think you’d let an innocent child go to… Hell or whatever but I don’t know. It can’t hurt to talk to you... I can’t believe you took my child from me. I want him back. Please, I want him back.

Tears were not streaming down your face and the thing that snapped you out of your tear filled gaze towards the ceiling of the Sagrada Familia was the creaking of the bench, indicating the presence of another person.

You turned your head and looked to find a man sitting there. He looked maybe 60, his hair whitening but not fully yet. The delusional part of your brain wanted to ask him if he was God.

"You do not look good," he said in spanish. However it didn’t sound like an insult, nor did it sound like a judgment. It was just a fact.

"I do not feel good," you answered him, unlocking eyes with him and looking forward to the tinted glass. "Tell me. You will never see me again, I’m a stranger with no right to- to pass judgment or anything of the sort," he told you. It felt weird, to say the least. Why would you tell this random spanish man about the loss you were facing. But you did. "I lost my baby. He died in my stomach-" you started saying. And although you were planning on holding back a little, you didn’t. "-I play for the Barcelona women’s team. And I got kicked in the stomach and it killed my baby," you told him.

He looked at you sorrowfully. "I’m probably the only spanish man in the world thst doesn’t know football. But I do know the loss of a child. And I do know that it gets better, no matter the pain you are in right now," he said to you, putting his hand over yours in a parental way. "I’m sorry for your loss," you told him. "Don’t be. She’s in a better place right now," he said to you softly. "Heaven?" you asked, looking at him. "Oh no. She was much too good for Heaven. I loved her but God would not have let her, such a… purer soul that him, near his gates. She’s just- she’s not in Hell, she’s not in Heaven, she’s just not here which is better. For some people, that is. The world is better with you in it, but some people are just too good for this earth. Your baby, your baby was too good to be here," he said.

You left the Sagrada, tears in your eyes but your heart oddly lighter. While walking back home, you held Carolines hand tightly. "He's in a better place, Caroline."

That thought, that calmness of heart lasted about two days.

Stage 5: Depression

Caroline started feeling joy, and wellness again a day after your conversation with the man at the Sagrada. She started going out for runs again, working out, cooking and signing. She was still heartbroken, but she knew there was nothing to do, and she had now chosen to move on. But you weren't ready. And you felt as though she was leaving you behind. As Carolines happiness escalated, yours fell drastically.

Saturday morning, Caroline let you sleep in as she went to training. It had been decided with Jonas that she would start training again to be fit and ready for the UWCL final vs Wolfsburg. She wanted to get back into her every day life and she missed football beyond words. You did too, but the thought of standing up, and then running, and then dribbling and shooting and... it just made you want to throw up to say the least.

So when Caroline came back home at 2:00 and found that the apartment was exactly how she left it, meaning you lying in bed, blinds closed, and the kitchen counter spotless as she had left it, she knew you had reached the stage she so wished you would manage to skip.

She peeked into your shared room, looking at the darkness greeting her. But she closed the door as quickly as she opened it, grabbing her keys and rushing back out of the apartment. Caroline got into her car and drove the first place that came to mind. If anyone could talk to you, bring you back down to earth, it was Alexia. Team mother.

She pulled up at her apartment and then rang the bell, a voice she didn't recognize answering.

"Putellas residence," a voice said in spanish. "Uh-hey, is Alexia home?" Caro answered in English, her spanish being shocking despite you trying to teach her. "Oh, yes. Are you her teammate?" the voice asked. "Yeah, I am. It's an emergency,"

That's all the person needed to hear for her to let you in. You rushed to the third floor and then opened the door of her apartment without knocking. "Alexia! Alexia!" Caroline yelled across the apartment. Alexia followed by a shorter brunette girl quickly walked out of the kitchen, the midfielder heading for your wife and quickly putting her hands on Caroline's face, trying to calm her. "What is it? Is y/n okay?" Alexia said quickly. "No. Yes. But no. I can't do this anymore. I can't move on and leave her behind. We're a team, it's her and me but I also don't want to be...depressed. I need you to talk to her because if I do-" Caroline started saying. "You're scared it could ruin your relationship," she finished the sentence. "Yeah," Caroline answered, letting out a heavy breath.

Alexia looked into Carolines eyes and nodded before turning to the woman behind her. "Mi amor, necesito manejar esto. Quédate aquí, vete a casa, haz lo que quieras pero tengo que irme." Alexia said before kissing the woman on the lips, putting on her shoes and then leaving with Caroline. "Is that your-"

"Girlfriend? Yes."

"What did you tell her?" Caroline asked. "That I needed to leave and that she could do whatever she wants at my apartment," Alexia said.

Finding you lying in the dark under covers was not something Alexia ever wanted to see. You weren't crying, you just seemed numb. Alexia had told Caroline to make soup and buttered bread for you, as if she could convince you to eat it would be ready before you could change your mind.

Alexia opened the blinds first, which she hoped would make you change positions, but you just stayed still. She then circled the bed and lied down beside you. She faced you in the bed and gently moved the hair from your face. "Hi sweetie," she said to you.

Your eyes focused a little bit and locked with hers. She knew that she now had you. She needed to talk before you zoned off again. "You need to eat, and clean yourself. You can't let the pain you're feeling win. Please eat. Sit up and just do something. Read, watch a movie? Talk to me if you want," Alexia said, making sure her tone didn't seem begging as she didn't want to guilt trip you.

You seemed to think about it for a while.

"No."

A week later

You hadn't gotten out of bed, you had eaten maybe a few pieces of cheese and a few slices of fruit, you were covered in your own filth and Ale had basically moved in with you guys.

"Today's the day, Caro. Mapi's been here, Ingrid, Patri, Aitana, Jonatan. Every one has tried something and we just need to bring out the tough love at this point. Make the soup, make her food and run a bath because-"

"Alexia," Caroline breathed out, looking past her head to the bedroom door that had just opened.

Wearing Carolines Norway hoodie and black nike pros, you trailed out of the bedroom, your greasy hair tucked behind your ears and your mascara from that day at the Sagrada, smudged.

Alexia turned around and looked at you. "Hi," she breathed out, her eyes widening with love and relief. Caroline rushed up to you, trying not to smother you, but you were the one to smother her. You dug your head into her shoulder and inhaled her scent. "I'm gonna do better. I'll be better," you whispered to her. "Its okay, it's okay," she let out shakily, brushing her fingers through your hair. "Do you want to eat, or bathe, or if you just want to sit on the couch and watch TV thats okay too it's-"

"I'll eat. And then bathe?" you said, your words sounding like a question. "Yeah. Yes," your wife said quickly.

You settled into the chair at the counter and smiled at Alexia. "I should go," she said gently, coming up to you and kissing your head.

Caroline hugged the spaniard and thanked her over and over. "Hey, Ale, tell Jonatan I'll be back in training next week,"

Stage 6: Acceptance

You accepted your baby's death fully two days later.

"Caroline! I'm gonna order pizza!" you called out to her from the kitchen.

The second you said those words, you really noticed. The few months you had been pregnant, the idea of pizza made you feel nauseous. The hormones from your pregnancy made you hate the food. Caroline poked her head out of the washroom, looking at you with wide eyes.

Do you... do you want pizza?" She said gently. "Yeah. I do," you said, placing the order and then putting down your phone to walk up to her. "He's gone," you said quietly, wrapping your arms around her neck as she put hers around your waist. "Yeah, he is. But we'll have our rainbow baby."

Stage 7: Processing grief

Caroline had made it very clear to all the staff and to all the players that she did not want to make you coming back a big deal. She and you wanted to move on, move past the pain, and just go back to being footballers. And they respected that. Your first training session back wasn't great, but everyone was patient and kind. You appreciated that a lot. After practice, you sat in the locker room and pulled out your phone. You hadn't been on social media in weeks, but it was time to tell the public.

y/n.y/l/n_ Baby boy, I wish your mother and I had gotten to know you. For the past weeks I've felt like a failure. I wish I had never gone in for that tackle. I wish I had never stepped onto that pitch. Things happen though, and I love you no less than I would have loved you if I had gotten to hold you.

graham95: love you both more than life

marialeonn16: the entire city of barca isstrong for you

chelseafcw: our thoughts are with you

fcbfemeni: Nosotras te amamos y te apreciamos

It was true. You didn't know for sure if your baby had been a boy or a girl, but you knew. A mother always knew.

[wosowrites]

Going Through It (Carline Graham Hansen x Reader)

warning: ⚠️miscarriage⚠️

a/n: not all fics have happy endings but it’s based off this request here

prompt: in which after finally getting pregnant, you get kicked in the stomach early on in your pregnancy during a game, and caroline goes crazy. eventually, you find out you miscarried.

Chelsea v Barcelona. UWCL semi final. England. London. Stamford Bridge. You were pregnant.

Only two months in, so playing was still okay, as per your doctors words. Caroline and you had been trying to get pregnant for over a year and a half, and to be fair, you had given up during your latest round of IVF. But then, by some miracle, you got pregnant. Finally. Caroline and you hadn’t told anyone at all, other than Jonatan. He was the only one to know besides you both. There was no use telling anyone else so early.

And so, you travelled to London, trained briefly, and then, it was game day.

"You feeling okay? No nausea, no aches, no-" Caroline whispered to you as you sat down at your cubby. "Caro. I am feeling healthy, and excited, and okay. No nothing," you said, gently placing your hand on her cheek as she stood over you and smiling at her reassuringly.

"What are you two lovebirds on about?" Lucy said, chuckling at the both of you. "Nothing!" you said quickly, and more sternly than you had expected. Lucy raised her eyebrows at you but moved on.

You lined up in the tunnel, holding the hand of a little girl and excited that one day, you would be able to walk out into a stadium with your little girl or boy.

The atmosphere was amazing, a wave of blue accompanied with a teeny tiny patch of red and blue and yellow and purple.

The pressure was on right off the bat, and it payed off. In the fourth minute, Caroline broke though Chelsea’s lacking defence, the loss of Millie and Kadeisha was huge, and scored, hitting the bottom left corner perfectly. She ran towards the Barca fans and jumped into the arms of the girls over there, making a point of hugging you individually. "Vamos!" you yelled, pumping your fist in the air and smiling at her. "For him, or her," she said, gently brushing her hand over your stomach and jogging off.

Even after two years of marriage, and 4 more of dating, she still made you blush.

The half ended 1-0, and everything was going good. Jonatan wanted another one, not too happy with the fact that his team hadn’t scored more considering the number of Chelsea’s injuries was large.

So, you walked back onto that field, determined to score.

You had no time to prove yourself however. That wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a complete accident. Wrong place, wrong time.

As a defender, you did your best to slow down Sam Kerr, and you did, but out of nowhere came Guro Reiten, running down the line. Sam passed the ball as Mapi tried quickly to get in front of the cross Guro was about to send in. But Mapi didn’t get there. However, your keeper got her fists on it, not being able to catch it. Jess Carter recovered, she was right behind you, a little to your right. So, you turned around, and slid. She was in the box, but you were confident you would get it.

You were wrong, everything went wrong.

Jess shot it right away, which you hadn’t expected as it looked like she would take a touch, so your slide resulted in nothing. Your foot didn’t make contact with the ball, as it was already flying towards Sandra. The one thing that did happen though, was Jess Carter’s follow through. Her foot kept going after the shot, and due to your unlucky slide, your unlucky body placement and your unlucky luck, her cleat made strong contact with your stomach.

No one was watching.

Everyone in the stadium was watching the ball fly towards Sandra. But the second Sandra’s fingers tipped the ball over the crossbar, was the same second you let out a blood cooling scream.

It had hurt, yes, badly in fact. But the scream was more out of fear. Everyone’s heads turned sharply to look at you, only to see you curled up in a ball on the ground, holding your stomach and shaking.

You were in shock, that was the only way to describe it. You were shocked, and your body wasn’t responding to the kick well. Carters hands were over her mouth, she knew she had hurt you, although completely accidentally, but to what extent, to what cost, only you and Caroline knew. And Jonatan, who’s eyes were wide and who was yelling at the medics to get on the field immediately.

Caroline was by your side immediately.

"Baby, baby, what happened?" she said quickly. But you couldn’t answer, all you could say was no, over and over. Something felt wrong. Something was wrong. "What did you do?!" Caroline yelled, standing up and facing Carter. "I- my follow through hit her in the stomach because of the slide, it was-"

Jess didn’t have time to finish her sentence as Magda stepped between the barcelona player and her own teammate, seeing the rising anger and fear in Graham’s eyes.

Mapi was now kneeling next to you, and so we’re medics.

"Where does it hurt?"

"You need to answer me, y/n,"

"She’s not talking! What the hell is wrong with her?"

"SHES FUCKING PREGNANT. SHES PREGNANT!" Caroline yelled, turning to the medics and kneeling back down next to you.

Your face was completely covered in tears, and the second Caroline yelled that, the medics were on their feet and waving over a stretcher. Everyone on the pitch had heard Caroline’s words, which means the first row of people had heard, which means soon enough, it would spread through the stadium.

"What?" Mapi said, her eyes wide.

Caroline ignored her, the spaniard looking over to Jonatan who’s hands were covering his mouth. Her eyes fleeted to the Chelsea bench, most of the players looked sick. Mapi looked back at you, locking eyes with Jess on the way, she looked nauseated.

The Chelsea keeper had ventured out of her net towards her girlfriend and was now gently leading her away from your body on the ground.

Caroline was kneeling beside you again, and Mapi turned away Chelsea players and tried to settle down some of the Barca girls who were panicking and Caroline’s shouted words. But soon enough, you were on a stretcher and being carried off the field.

There was clapping in the stadium, but it sounded dull, and low.

Everyone knew.

Something was really fucking wrong.

As you covered your face with your jersey, it exposed your stomach. Caroline walked beside you, no use in hiding it anymore, so her hand lay on your stomach, praying for your child to be alive. Stud marks ran deep and bloody on your abs.

Nothing had ever felt like more of a blur.

One minute you were on the field, the next you were on the sidelines, the next Jonatan and Ingrid were beside you, the next you saw that Ingrid had been subbed on for Caroline, and Laia for you.

The tunnel felt dark, and the medical examiner’s room even darker. A portable ultrasound was in the medical room, although it had dust on it from its lack of use. The Barca medic spoke to you in spanish gently, even though she knew you weren’t listening, and that even if you were, you would only understand snippets of his sentence.

Caroline gently lifted your shirt up, her hand brushing hairs from your forehead and her eyes locking with yours. She had never seen you look more scared. Ever.

The medic started by cleaning your stomach, getting the blood stains off as well as the dirt and the grass. She warned you that the disinfectant would hurt, you didn’t feel it.

"We’re gonna do the ultrasound now," she said in broken english. You nodded slowly. "There will be a heartbeat," Caroline said gently.

There wasn’t one.

The medic tried to find one, telling you over and over that the machine wasn’t strong and to not worry. But with every minute, your cries got heavier and then louder.

Eventually, she put the ultrasound down and walked out of the room, leaving you and Caroline alone.

You had never imagined you could cry for 40 minutes straight, but you could.

How did you know? You heard a door open as Caroline was still standing beside you, looking down at you and crying as your hands stayed over your face as you sobbed. You let your hands fall and turned your head to see most of the team standing in the doorway.

There eyes were hopeful, hopeful that they would have a team child soon. But they were met with nothing but your shaking body, Caroline’s lost eyes and the overall vibe of hopelessness.

"Im sorry, i’m so sorry mi amors," Mapi said, walking into the room and kissing Caroline on the cheek, holding her face in her hands. She then turned to you and kissed you on the forehead for a few seconds.

"Did we win?" you chocked out, looking at her with broken eyes. "Of course we did," she said to you gently.

You nodded slowly, breaking your eye contact with her to look at your wife.

You sat up slowly, pulling down your jersey. "I need to shower," you said.

And so, you did. No one stopped you as you walked to the showers, everyone watched Caroline fully breakdown.

[putellas14]

✨Woso Fic Masterpost, part 2✨

*Caroline Graham Hansen

Winner Takes All (on AO3)

*Sandra Paños

La Rosa Roja (on AO3) ☠️

*Laia Codina

Super Secret LA Spot (on AO3) ☠️

Ficlets

“aw, did you miss me?” (on AO3) ☠️

*Ana María Crnogorcevic

Ficlets

“You’re mine”(on AO3) ☠️

*Claudia Pina

Ficlets

good luck kisses (on AO3) ☠️

*Patri Guijarro

About Damn Time (on AO3)

[putellas14]

Do you have a masterlist? Love your work ❤️

I have two! I ran out of link space on the first one. Thanks for reading 💜