CJ

fluff = 💛, angst = 🚨, smut = 🔞

WIPs

Writer x Reader

Ewa Pajor

Glass Pane 🔞

Kika Nazareth

Playing Cards 🔞

Grace Clinton

Mikrokosmos 💛

Aggie Beever-Jones

One Thing Led To Another 🔞

Laia Codina

Reservation 🔞

Alessia Russo

Puppy Eyes 🔞

Jessie Fleming

We Might As Well Try 🔞

You Drew Stars Around My Scars 🚨🔞

Thorn in my Side 🚨

Wake Up Call 🔞

Jill Roord

The White Suit 🔞

Oral Fixation 🔞

Say Yes to Heaven 🔞

Elevators 🔞

Leila Ouahabi

Eyes on Me 🔞

Group Project [The Orgy] 🔞

Want, Not Need. Pt. 1

Want, Not Need Pt. 2

Careful Planning

Two is Better than One

Aitana Bonmatí

Ecstasy 🔞

Hope, Coffee, and Poetry 🔞

earmuffs 🚨

fidgets 💛

pretty lights 💛

lather 💛

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Baby It’s Cold Outside 🔞

Alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson

Time Consuming 🔞

Time Difference 🔞

Melted Ice Cream 🔞

Alexia Putellas x María León

Twice the Pleasure 🔞

Good Girls 🔞

María León x Ingrid Engen

Crippled 🔞

Special Instructions 🔞

Arsenal Women

Chosen Family 💛

Alexia Putellas

Dress Up 🔞

Rain 🔞

Did I Cross The Line? 🚨

For Club and Country 🔞

Impatient 🔞

Honeymoon 🔞

Scars 🚨

Broken 🚨

Claire De Lune 🚨

all the rain in the world. 🚨

Darlin' I'd Wait For You 💛

Paris 🔞

If I have to ask, I don't want it. 🚨

Fire and Ice 🔞

beige. 🔞

One Call Away 🔞

Bottom Ale 🔞

Betrayed 🔞

Show Me 🔞

Ona Batlle

Collateral 🚨🔞

without you 🚨

Too Dangerous 🔞

To Love Someone 🔞

The Best of Me 🔞

Backseat 🔞

Touchy Feely 🔞

don’t let them hear. 🔞

Angel in the House 💛

Royalty 💛

La Princesa 💛

She's going to be okay. 💛

I don't think you deserve gentle darling. 🔞

Touch me like nobody else does. 🔞

Leah Williamson

Choice 🚨

Flare Up 💛

Guardian of My Heart 🚨

Sun to Me 🚨

Alone 🚨

good excuse 🔞

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself. 💛

Cookies and Cuddles 🔞

baby bear 🔞

dreams 🔞

don't wander 💛

Kiss Me Before You Go 💛

Arsenal's Number 6 🔞

Blueberry Pancakes 💛

Fore! 💛

They could never be mad at you. 💛

Nightmares and Hot Chocolate 💛

Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze

I've got you. 💛

Georgia Stanway x Leah Williamson

I don't need you. 💛

Maya Le Tessier

I'm not sick. You're delusional. 💛

Georgia Stanway

But if the world was ending, you’d come over, right?

Alexia couldn’t breathe. 

Everything was swallowing her whole. 

She lost you and she didn’t know how to live life without you in it. 

Would you love me for the hell of it?

“Alexia!”

“What?” 

“Kiss me.” 

She smirks, arms crossing over her chest. You walk towards her and stand in front of her. She’s a good half a foot taller than you, gorgeous hazel eyes gazing deeply into yours. 

“Why should I?” 

“Because…” you trail.

“Because?” 

“Because you love me.”

“I do?” 

You gasp. 

“I hate you.” 

“You cannot, mi amor.” 

“I can’t?” you quip, eyebrows raised. “Why?”

“Because I love you.” she whispers as your eyes roll into your head. “You cannot hate someone you love.”

All our fears would be irrelevant

“She’s leaving me, isn’t she?”

“No, she is not.” 

There was a silence in the air, Ona’s hands trembling slightly as she refused to turn around and look at you. 

“Ona. No soy estúpido.” 

Ona sighs, wiping her damp hands with a kitchen towel. She turns and her body faces you but her eyes still stare at the ground as if willing it to open up and swallow her whole. 

“There is… someone else.” 

You nod knowingly, body aching the instant your suspicions were confirmed. 

She had changed. You knew she did. 

She didn’t hold your hand anymore. 

She didn’t kiss you goodbye either. 

There were no more I love you’s. 

The trust you once had was now shattered into pieces. 

And there wouldn’t be a reason why

JP Saxe’s voice boomed through the speakers in your car. The loud music helped drown out the chatter in your brain.

She once said that this song was a promise. A promise that she would always be there. 

A promise she couldn’t keep, it turns out. 

We would even have to say goodbye

The night Alexia got hurt was the worst night of her life. 

It was the worst night of your life too. 

You sat by the phone. Hands itching to call. To hear her voice. To comfort her cries. To hold her and tell her that she was going to be okay. 

Alexia sat up in her hospital bed, your number pulled up on her phone. Her trembling finger hovered over the call button, shakiness tempted to press the button and just hear you say “Hello?” just one more time. 

But deep down she knew she couldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t. 

She had no right. 

She broke your heart and she had no right to pretend she deserved your  comfort. She left the moment you confronted her and never looked back. She moved on, using work to distract her. 

“Football was more important,” she would tell herself. She needed to focus. 

It wasn’t as easy as she thought it would have been. 

There were nights she wished she still had you to lean on. The nights she thought she was not good enough, all she prayed for was your voice telling her that you were proud of her and you knew she could do it. 

But she knew. Deep down, she knew. 

She had no right.