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new alexia fic 👀👀
yes!!! here is a sneak peek below the cut
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https://www.tumblr.com/randombush3/810472031088001024/mine-is-a-small-artist-too-one-of-my-friends-is?source=share
new alexia fic 👀👀
yes!!! here is a sneak peek below the cut
pleaseeeeee can we get a jaimie and alexia blurb
I've had this in my inbox for ages i won't lie
[...]
"What's up?"
I know the look on her face. She's been trying to suppress it for a while now, but I can tell. I know my sister well and her girlfriend is simply an extension of her.
With her silence, I fire my next bullet. "Why couldn't Fleur make it? She asked to go for breakfast."
More silence.
"A lot of people find you scary," I prod.
"A lot of people find you scary," she replies. I laugh, she doesn't relax.
"What the fuck have you done to my sister?" I raise an eyebrow as she shifts in her seat, picking up her mug of coffee only to uncomfortably set it back down again. "You know, I was supposed to guest-coach a session for twenty excited little girls. And I'm missing it, which is fine. But spill!"
"Fleur maybe did not ask?"
I lean back in my chair.
It's finally happening.
"Fleur is still asleep. Her flight arrived late last night." I keep waiting for it because she is taking her fucking time. "And I wanted to speak with you, alone."
"Why?"
She takes a deep breath, calming the nervousness surrounding our table, and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out an engagement ring.
do u rmb a fic titled something like jefe la montana?? alexia x reader and reader likes to climb mountains i can’t find it anymore
I remember reading one and it was set in Manchester but I can’t help you past that sorry!
Hopefully someone else on here knows 😁
wdym logging out. like forever or…
why are u doing this to us 😫
yes forever
i feel like i have nothing more to write and i don't use tumblr to follow football (i'm currently in mourning for football focus but that's a diff story)
i started this account years and years ago, and the randombush3 empire (haha) even more than that. i never thought it would grow to what it has become and i'll be forever grateful to have fostered my own community and connected with so many people, but i'm kind of tired of it and i'm entering a new era of my real life so now feels like a good time to stop.
i do have a burner account on here so maybe one day you'll catch someone uploading stuff and find it familiar but i can't say that that will be the case
What's your go-to pairing you search for when trying to find a good, long read? Or how do you stumble upon what to read on AO3?
Looking for some good, new recs if you've come across any stellar ones recently.
I usually just filter by Kudos!!! My favourite fics are usually Alexia/Jenni but I read this Aitana/Alessia one that was so beautifully written and very insightful and enjoyed it very much!
Fic recs:
Success is easy by @copper-16
Made in Mexico by @2truthsand1lie
Unhappenings & your love by trezlia
what do you mean Anya was happy dying 😭
I choose to ignore the last few paragraphs of elc they don’t exist in my head
I think she experienced true contentment in that moment. Like she realised that she really enjoyed her life and life was worth living
after they got together, what is fleur and alexia’s biggest fight and how do they resolve it? give me some headcannons please I miss then🥺
ok so this is ALL @p0orbaby because she's so lovely
but here we have Alexia and Fleur in the period where Fleur hasn't renewed her Barça contract:
“I can’t believe you’re even considering this.” Alexia’s voice is sharp, cutting through the quiet of our apartment like a blade. She isn’t just upset – she is angry.
I cross my arms, leaning back against the counter, trying to keep my own temper in check. “It’s Ajax, Alexia. My dream club. You know that.”
Her laugh is bitter, almost mocking. “Your dream club? You’re already at the best club in the world, Fleur. You think Ajax can offer you anything Barça can’t?”
Blood rushes to my face, my frustration evident. “This isn’t about what Ajax can offer. This is about what it means. I grew up watching them, dreaming about wearing that jersey. You wouldn’t understand because you’ve never wanted anything outside of this city!”
Her eyes narrow, and she steps closer, her voice rising. “You’re right. I don’t understand. I don’t understand how you can talk about leaving so casually, like it’s nothing. Like Barça is just some stepping stone for you to move on from when you’re bored.”
“Bored?” I spit, anger flaring hot and fast. “Don’t you dare twist this into something it’s not. I’ve given everything to this team–”
“And now you’re ready to walk away,” she interrupts, her tone icy. “Just like that. What about us, Fleur? Or does that not mean anything to you, either?”
I can feel my chest tightening, her words slicing into me, but I am not going to back down. “Don’t put this on me. This is my life, my career. You don’t get to make me feel guilty for wanting something different!”
“Different?” she shoots back, her voice dripping with disbelief. “You mean selfish. That’s what this is – pure selfishness.”
That hits a nerve, and before I can stop myself, I fire back, “at least I’m honest about what I want, Alexia. I’m not the one who thinks the world revolves around Barça and expects everyone else to fall in line!”
The silence that follows is deafening, our harsh breaths the only sound in the room. Her jaw clenches, her eyes burning with something between fury and disbelief.
“Maybe you should go, then,” she finally says, her voice low and venomous. “If Ajax is so important to you, don’t let me or Barça hold you back.”
The words sting, but I refuse to let her see it. “Maybe I will,” I say, my voice cold as steel.
She doesn’t say anything else. Just turns and walks away, leaving me standing there, shaking with anger and something I can’t quite name.
And now I’m alone, staring at the door she walked through, hoping she will come back.
Don't worry! Remember, they get engaged during the long distance period x
do you think alexia loses aura and her attractiveness if she leaves barca for London city lionesses
i think anyone who is kent-adjacent is automatically exempt from aura x