#fic: ac milan

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Words if you still need them - Cold, Ball, Challenge

Thank thank thank you my wonderful friend!

Cold from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

Jamie limped to the bathroom, not trusting himself on his crutches. He was so unsteady between his ankle and his concussion that he sat down to pee and prayed his father didn’t catch him. That would be the last thing he needed now. Washing his hands after, Jamie caught sight of his face for the first time. The bruising on his face was stark compared to the too-pale colour of his skin.  He willed himself to remember what happened, but it only increased his headache, like when you drink something cold too fast. By the time Jamie made it back into the bedroom, his father was waiting for him. Jamie hated the dread he felt each time he saw him. For once, he wanted to feel what Sam probably felt when he saw Ola. He wanted to feel for his Dad what he felt when he saw his Mum. 

ball from the untitled ac milan/jamie hides an injury when the team is out of subs fic:

The AC Milan goalkeeper raced down the field, leaving his net empty for the chance at an added offence. Pulisic lined up again, and Jamie found himself knawing nervously on his knuckle as the American set up and sent the ball into play. Jamie struggled to see as bodies pushed against each other.  Theo Hernandez made contact, and the ball bounced off the crossbar and directly to Giroux, who aimed. O’Brien made a diving catch, then the final whistle blew, and Jamie finally took a full breath again.  The team streamed to the pitch to celebrate with O’Brien. Jamie found himself without the energy to even push himself to stand. He was filled with immense relief that they won, that Jamie having to come out with an injury didn’t fuck them completely like it could have.

challenge from the hockey au:

“What the fuck is this?” Roy asked from the doorway.  James whipped around to see Jamie’s captain and bounced on his feet. Even with his back to him, Jamie knew his father was grinning like a wolf. “If it isn’t the great Roy Kent,” he sneered. “Or should I say formerly great, Roy Kent?” James laughed at his own joke, stalking towards Roy.  “Get the fuck out.” “I’m not going anywhere,” James challenged, brushing a knuckle across his nose. The words hung in the air like a threat. Jamie waited to see who would make a move first. Normally, Roy would have no problem in a fistfight with his father, but tonight, with his hip strained and likely needing surgery in the off-season, Jamie gave his father a better chance than he usually would.  “You can leave, or I’ll call security, and they’ll throw your arse on the fucking street. Up to you.”

[notsoattractivearenti]

look at my husband! isn’t he the cutest? 😘🥰

[avalentina]

Welcome To Football Baby Girl

NewDad!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader

Just a little thing I had the urge to type out while watching Serie A today and seeing another player carrying their little "player escort" out onto the pitch

This takes place in the Fiance!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader universe I'm writing currently.

Reader wears the No. 1 for the Inter Milan Women and the USWNT

Word count: 329 (it just made me smile ok)

ENJOY! -Ava

Warnings: None (I think), I guess implied p in v (they have a daughter), mild teasing (poking fun at Weston and Tim)

You and Christian welcomed your first child just over twelve weeks ago, a sweet baby girl and he is obsessed. Just as she is very much a ‘Daddy’s Girl’. You and him have been talking about doing her first major social appearance with each of you and after doing some looking into things Christian made a suggestion, “What about dressing her tiny little self up in a onesie version of a team's kit and having her be our escort? Theo did it with his son against Lecce and it was adorable. The press and fans on both sides loved it.”

“Don't you guys have a Juventus game coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then at least we can doll her up in a McKennie kit. She did cling to Wes when he came in to meet her. She wasn't a big fan of Tim though.”

“Poor Tim. Wes will get a kick out of that though and probably get her a new one every time she outgrows it. You know that right?”

“Yep. And when I battle AC next we'll put her in yours.”

Christian smiles wide, having an even better idea.

“We need to find infant keeper gloves. I've got the derby on the 22nd.”

“Fuck, that's right. But only the keeper's escort wears the keeper kit.”

“I’ll take care of it. I'll get myself maneuvered next to Mike and swap him for the anthem. He'll love it.”

“Let's put Pulisic on the back and see if anyone spots it.”

“I have to say, I'm so happy you decided to use it in matches.”

“Why wouldn't I tie myself to ‘Captain America' in yet another way?”

Christian gives a smiling “mhmm” before kissing you senseless and hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs and just starts sliding a hand lower when you're interrupted by the baby monitor app crackling to life.

“Looks like Chelsea's awake.” You say before heading upstairs to get her. Christian following close behind.

Feedback Appreciated. This is the first of hopefully many that will be posted for Christian. It technically takes place after they officially tie the knot so I hope you liked that little bit.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Ava

[p8droo]

Hellooooo rayyyyy!!! How are you ?! I hope you’re doing well :))) I saw that your requests were open and BOLTED.

I wanted to know if I could request a kaka x reader fic?? I had just a really vague idea of the fic most of its up to you ! Could you maybe incorporate the friends to lovers trope in there? Kaka and reader are really good friends and close. But reader starts feeling lonely and starts going on dates in order to find a relationship. Kaka notices and gets jealous??? [could there also be some nsfw??]

Thank you so muchhhh!!! Remember to take care of yourself and to stay hydrated and to do something you e enjoy doing, you deserve it ❤️❤️

-H

more then friends.

a / n : this story is set in 2003-2007 era’s! + angst/fluff

ricardo was your best friend. yes. the ac milan star.. you two had met back when he was still playing in são paulo, you’d watch your friends play and eventually he caught your eye, you two kicked it off really good. when he moved to ac milan, you moved just too see him play. you were practically inseparable. sleepless nights talking to each other about your favorite things. you two would get drunk and speak about the dumbest subjects, laughing and just having fun.

but ricardo had been a bit popular with everyone recently. he’s been focused very much on his career, no more of those sweet moments that you both would cherish.. rather you’d see him smiling to you on the pitch once or twice, thats if he noticed you under all those fangirls. you find yourself not being able to ever talk to him.. you can’t even call him because he’s always working out. it’s not like you didnt watch him train at the stadium, you’re realizing the reality that maybe.. just maybe.. he’s playing in europe, he’s a changed man.

it hurts seeing him never ever get the time to talk to you.. it was another weekend, you went to watch your best friend play. seeing him on magazines got you even more sad. you sat in your usual spot, looking towards ricardo.. watching him train. upon watching him train, you tried thinking of anything to cope with it. you’re getting so worked up.. ricardo had a teammate that seemed always interested when talking to you, paulo.. paulo maldini.. he was a defender, a really good one. paulo was the one always looking at you, he enjoyed looking at you.. he loved the way your hair looked, how delicate your voice was and how caring you were towards his friends, ricardo. actually one time , after a match, maldini had asked you out.. you didn’t mind it, you took the offer, you let him talk to you after that match.. even ranted to him about it. the whole situation, the way you think ricardo wasn’t into you anymore, how you couldn’t help but cry about it sometimes.

“you’re a pretty girl [name].. and i feel bad for just taking you out, because ricardo really loves talking about you. but what im hearing from you sounds like he’s being a bad friend” maldini sighed. you two kept walking on around the stadium, letting the grass touch your pretty sandals. “trust me, gli importa davvero.” <he really cares>. you smiled softly hearing that. “grazie di tutto!” <thank you for everything> you smiled sweetly.

you and paulo had grown closer, and eventually everyone knew. tv, magazines and ricardo kaka. ricardo noticed, and it was really hard to just watch you celebrate winning the league with you and the italian defender. on one day , you made your way to a match.. sitting down you smiled.. admiring the celebrations from the fans. you saw ricardo gesturing you to go down from the seats and celebrate with him. you smiled and did that. “hey! how have you been?” he asked hugging you. “i’ve been alright, how about you?” your sweet smile made the brazilian’s heart melt completely.. he was so happy to have you in his arms. “look— im really sorry for just distancing myself accidentally.. it was never my intention and i just..” ricardo was cut off by your hands cupping his cheek. paulo watch from a far, you guys’s plan worked.. making ricardo jealous worked. you smiled. ricardo blushed.. you kissed him. infront of everyone who thought you and maldini were together. ricardo kissed back.. taking your hand.. you two ran to the locker rooms.

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

Chapters: 1/37 Fandom: Men's Football RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Theo Hernandez/Daniel Maldini Characters: Theo Hernandez, Daniel Maldini, Alexis Saelemaekers, Paolo Maldini Additional Tags: Crack Pairing, participation of Samu & Brahim as Theo's friends, participation of Lorenzo as Dani's friend, laughs, Funny, Humor, Drama, Feels, Sentimental, paolo is central, future participation of ante Series: Part 2 of Milan On Fire Summary:

Theo e Daniel non hanno niente in comune, tranne il Milan e Paolo Maldini il quale non è solo una leggenda del calcio mondiale ed un eccellente direttore tecnico, è anche un padre fantastico (per Daniel) ed un dio (per Theo). Il problema subentra quando Theo si rende conto che gioca col figlio dell’uomo che ama alla follia. A quel punto potrà fare solo tanti casini uno dietro l’altro. Ad andarci di mezzo sarà quel poverino di Alexis.

Arriva la seconda fic della serie Milan on Fire, che è una long fic totalmente nuova, con nuovi personaggi ed una coppia inedita (di cui dubito qualcuno abbia mai scritto ma non ho controllato). Dani e Theo. Cosa hanno in comune? Paolo Maldini. 

Se dovessi descriverla con una parola? Demenziale, probabilmente. Eh niente, io amo le crack pairing. 

[falafelluva]

Hi!! Zoë,, i was thinking about a Kenan × rival(club) sister reader. It would be awesome if you can make it as a smau soft launch. But it's totally fine as normal fic.

Thank you xoxo~~

; 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 - 𝘬.𝘺𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘻 ✮

summary: when a juve player and AC Milan player’s sister find luv xx #twoworldscollide

warnings: not a warning but to the anon who sent in a request with a flower emoji and something with that my fics make them giggle pls resend it because my phone glitched and it got deleted n now I feel bad 😞😞💔!

author’s note: hellurrr, mind u I have no idea how to make a smau so I just mixed a fic and that shizzle tg😔, I just chose tijjani because I’m Dutch and he’s like the only player I like from AC Milan💔 this is so bad pls

It all started on a chilly afternoon in Milan, where the air was thick with excitement. You were at a local café with your brother, Tijjani Reijnders, grabbing a warm drink before the AC Milan vs. Juventus match. The atmosphere was electric, filled with anticipation and chatter about the fierce rivalry between the two clubs.

As you sipped your cappuccino, you spotted a group of Juventus fans at a nearby table, wearing their black and white jerseys, their laughter and cheers ringing out. You rolled your eyes playfully at Tijjani. “Can you believe these guys?”

Tijjani chuckled, shaking his head. “They think they stand a chance against us, grappenmakers” (comedians..?)

Just then, a familiar face caught your eye among the Juventus fans—Kenan Yildiz. He was sitting with his teammates, his bright smile evident even from a distance. Your heart raced slightly. You’d heard plenty about him through Tijjani, but seeing him in person was another story. He looked so effortlessly cool, and there was a charm about him that drew you in.

As if sensing your gaze, Kenan turned and caught your eye. He smiled warmly, waving just slightly. You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and returned the gesture, not expecting the flutter in your stomach.

Later, as you all walked to the stadium, you found yourself trailing behind Tijjani and his friends, who were deep in conversation about the game. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Kenan, who was animatedly talking to his teammates. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself wishing for an excuse to talk to him.

The match was intense, with both teams playing fiercely, and the energy in the stadium was electric. You cheered for AC Milan, your loyalty never wavering. But every time Kenan touched the ball, you felt a strange mix of admiration and excitement.

ynreijnders

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The conversation flowed naturally, filled with playful teasing about the rivalry. You both had developed a rhythm of friendly banter that kept you engaged and smiling, and you looked forward to his messages.

Days turned into weeks, and your texts became a routine. Kenan would send you updates on his training and jokes about the latest games, and you shared snippets of your daily life. The chemistry continued to build as you got to know each other more, and you could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface.

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When the next day arrived, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. You chose a cute café that was just outside the city, a neutral ground away from the rivalry and the spotlight of both teams. When you arrived, you spotted Kenan waiting at a table, a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey!” you greeted, your heart racing as you approached him.

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it,” he replied, a hint of relief washing over his features.

As you sat down, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. Kenan was charming, his playful side shining through as you discussed everything from football to your favorite movies. You both shared a love for the sport, but more importantly, you found a connection that transcended the game itself.

Over coffee, you found yourselves leaning closer, sharing inside jokes and playful banter. With every shared smile and laughter, you felt the walls between you begin to crumble.

ynreijnders

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The weeks that followed were filled with more dates, each one bringing you closer together. Whether it was grabbing coffee, going for walks, or cheering on your teams from opposite ends, every moment was filled with laughter and warmth.

Kenan’s shy side began to fade away, and you loved seeing him open up more with each passing day. He would surprise you with small gestures—a random text to check in, a sweet message about the match.

As your connection deepened, you found yourselves in those blissful moments of simply enjoying each other’s company. You both knew the dynamic of your relationship was a delicate balance, given the fierce rivalry between your teams, but it only added to the excitement.

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As your connection deepened, you found yourselves in those blissful moments of simply enjoying each other’s company. You both knew the dynamic of your relationship was a delicate balance, given the fierce rivalry between your teams, but it only added to the excitement.

One day, while you were sitting together at a café once again, sipping on your drinks, Kenan suddenly turned serious.

“I know it’s a bit unconventional, given our teams, but I really like you. I mean, a lot,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You felt your heart race, a smile spreading across your face. “I like you too, Kenan. I never expected to feel this way, but here we are,” you replied, your voice soft but genuine.

He laughed, relief washing over him. “Good. I was worried it was just me being crazy,” he admitted, his playful demeanor returning.

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[chlerc]

player ten ; charles leclerc

— summary; in which Charles find himself in at the San Siro stadium but his eyes are on you. Donning a number 10 jersey, which left Charles to wonder if you’re that player’s girlfriend. It’s still worth a shot, right?

pairing — charles leclerc x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 925.

content — strangers to lovers, okay more like Charles one sided thing he has for you, or so he thought. You might be that footballer’s girlfriend but hey was he ever going to pass up on a girl like you?

NAVIGATION + author’s note: to thank the Monaco charity football match for captain charles ( future ballon d’or winner who fell head first! ) and that one picture he’s holding the barça jersey just got this idea, more like drabble, going. we deal with this until i finish the mason mount fic hehe 😓

The football pitch was millions of perfect grass strands as eager for the start of play as the fans who brought the stadium to light. Two armies of eleven walked onto the green to pitch war in the way civilised societies have come to.

The cheers warm the air as much as any sun ever could and rise around the San Siro stadium as bubbles in invisible champagne. Charles is right there by the VIP section of the stadium, in his customised AC Milan jersey he had just received from the team.

San Siro stadium was where he found himself with Joris, on a day without a packed schedule and stimulator drives. Football has always been his thing and he’s got a special knack for it, or he thinks so in that way.

His eyes are trained on following each Milan player as they played against Sampdoria yet the person on his left, an empty seat between them, had been pissing him off, which he embraced silently. Holy shit was she loud with all those jarring noises she had been making.

Charles cranes his neck a little, sneaking a glimpse at the lady who has been all but silent throughout the match. But to be fair, who would be quiet at a football match? Realising he had made the mistake of sneaking a glance, because hell was she so breathtakingly gorgeous. She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.

Her face to his eyes was all the beauty a woman can possess, not for her features, yet for the light in her eyes and the gentle warmth of her soul. She has the rosiest cheeks and a pointy nose anyone could ever ask for. There was a warmth her brown hair brought to her features, a simple frame for that smile and eyes. The hue altered as the strands curled and moved, as free as autumn leaves playing in the dayshine with the evening wind picking up its pace.

One last glance, Charles had promised himself and swore to stick to that and so he did sneak another glance. Rookie mistake, she was donning the AC Milan jersey just like every other home supporter there, but shit she had a number 10 and the name Brahim printed on the back.

He recognises the number and name was actually a player on the pitch and not a customised jersey like his. VIP seats, a player’s jersey and cheering for him. Charles pieces his observations together, coming to a conclusion that she might actually be Brahim’s girlfriend.

Okay. It wasn’t like he was planning on hitting her up anyways, she was too noisy to be his type. But then again was he lying to himself, because hell who would actually pass up on a gorgeous woman who happened to love the same sport as him? On another note, she could just be a devoted fan, a girl can have her fantasies wearing the jerseys of the players they love.

It was the 63th minute where Brahim sent the ball to the back of the net, chants erupting throughout the stadium and a shout piercing through the left side of his ear. Fuck maybe she was his girlfriend afterall, there was no way was he making a move on her now.

He watches her every move as she looks for her phone in the beige bag sitting on her lap. With her phone in her hand, the screen lights up and he almost felt sanguine in this situation. Maybe he still had a chance after all, right? It definitely means something if he’s the person on her wallpaper, right?

Which is exactly why he slides over to the empty seat, settling down next to her. “Good game eh?” Charles finds himself striking a conversation with her, hoping she’d notice him. “Huh? Yeah yeah, really good game.” Her cheeks were the blush of roses, that peak of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile

She wished she didn't blush so fast, that she had some ability to keep her emotions to herself. In an instant, her cheeks were rosy and Charles saw her feelings as if she wrote them in little notes and handed them out to him. “So…Brahim, your boyfriend? He’s really good with Milan, he’s adapted to the team well.”

��No no, not a boyfriend but yeah he’s really good.” He licked at his lips subconsciously, thanking every god for his fate of meeting the gorgeous and single lady right next to him. “Not a boyfriend eh? You’re in his jersey and all that.” She only lets out a giggle at his comment, Charles thought it was strange that she’s acting like she didn’t know him. “Loyal supporter is what I’d call it, been by him since Madrid.”

“My teammate’s a Madridista, you’d love him.” The ends of her lips lifted up into a smile so sweet, her eyes creasing into crescents. “I’d prefer the one who supports AS Monaco.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, mumbling meekly. “What’s that?” Charles questioned, not managing to catch what she had said but it wasn’t meant for him to hear anyways.

“Nothing important.” He nods curtly at her reply, sliding a piece of folded and crumbled paper he had tucked in his pockets earlier. She eyes him warily, taking the piece of paper in her grasp.

“I might have a knack for football but I’m better as a driver and we can take a picture to replace that lockscreen. Mia cara, call me yeah?”

[luvsfootball]

distracted by thought of you - rafael leao.

requested by - anon.

request - hi can you write a rafael leao fic. where he and reader are acquainted during the world cup and he actually already has a crush on her since shes a famous singer and a big ac milan fan.

it was the day portugal player morocco in the world cup quarter finals. you knew how excited rafael was seeing as though he hadn’t stopped talking about it.

he had already bought you a ticket much to your dismay. you hated people buying you things because you were more than capable of doing it yourself, but you knew how important this was to him.

the first time you met him was at an ac milan game. growing up in milan, your family were huge fans of the club so you naturally began to support them as well.

your profile picture on instagram was even a photo of you wearing an ac milan top from when you were a child, something your fans adored.

you lined up to get into the stadium, quickly texting rafael and telling him you were here. in the changing rooms, he smiled at the message.

“is your little girlfriend here?” ruben asked, peering over his shoulder to secretly read his message. “she’s not my girlfriend.”

“you want her to be though.”

rafael sighed and shoved his phone in his pocket. “well it’s never going to happen.”

“hey, never say never,” bernardo butted in, patting him on the back. rafael knew that it was possible for him and you to start dating, but he wasn’t sure if you even liked him in that way.

even though you did.

you fell for rafael hard, and you had the same concerns as him. what if he didn’t like you? what if you weren’t enough for him?

as you were led to your seat, the players were walking out and you saw rafael make his way to the bench.

it was a rocky start and as soon as morocco scored their first goal, a bad feeling hit you. the screens shown the bench and rafael seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

when the final whistle blew, you scurried off to the changing rooms and waited for him to come off the pitch.

a couple other players bumped into you, sending a warm smile but they still looked heart broken.

“he’s coming now,” ruben told you, and you looked over his shoulder to see rafael walking with his head hung low.

you immediately pulled him in for a hug. he returned it and you could tell he had been crying. “please don’t cry,” you begged, frowning at the tears straying down his cheeks.

“i-i can’t believe it. i don’t want to believe it.”

you grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look you in your eyes. “it’s not your fault. it’s nobodies fault. you all tried your best.”

he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he was distracted the whole game. distracted by the thought of you and how you’d react if they got through.

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rafael was at your house after his match, something you couldn’t make it to due to recording your new album.

the pair of you were eating from the local takeaway whilst he relaxed. your presence made him feel at home.

he’d been in your home countless times but this time, it felt different.

you were closer than normal, his head resting on your stomach as you watched the tv. your hands were running through his locks.

“y/n…”

you hummed, looking down at him for a moment then back at the screen. “do you love me?”

pausing, you took a breath whilst thinking of the right answer. “what, of course i do.”

your voice was shaky and you hoped he hadn’t picked up on it, but he did. “because i love you.”

you didn’t know how to respond; you didn’t know what he meant. did he mean it in the platonic way or the other way?

“thanks,” you mumbled, automatically cringing at your choice of response. rafael was also dumbfounded but he knew that he needed you to know.

and if you didn’t feel the same way, it was okay.

“do you remember at the world cup?” he started, shuffling so he was now sat up across from you on the sofa. “you told me it wasn’t my fault. i-i didn’t tell you why i played so bad.”

“rafael,” you sighed, taking his hands. “you didn’t play bad. please stop saying that.”

you knew it did damage to his confidence seeing the comments on social media and you had told him countless times to ignore it, but he was still bringing it up.

“no, no. it’s got nothing to do with that.”

eyebrows furrowed, you contemplated what he was going to say. “before the game, the boys were teasing me in the dressing room. they called you my girlfriend.”

“don’t listen to them then, raf.”

“no. it got me thinking so much that i couldn’t stop looking at you. i wondered if there was maybe a possibility of us being a thing. i don’t know, maybe in some alternate universe…”

he trailed off, still looking at you to see what your reaction was. you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. laugh because he was talking about alternate universes, or cry because he’d actually thought of a future between you two.

“so what are you saying?”

“i want us to be more than friends. i want to dedicate goals to you and treat you like you deserve to be treated.”

you snickered, blushing a little before nodding lightly. “if that’s how you put it, then i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

rafael nodded, unsure of what to do because of the shock of you actually saying yes. but he knew one thing for sure - he couldn’t wait to have a future with you.

[anamelessfool]

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Terzo and Necropolitus "Nik" Cracoviensis

I will talk about my latest project and the friendships therein, since there's not a whole lot of information out there right now. It's been fun figuring it out and seeing what others come up with.

I consider their bond to be a romantic friendship, spending time with the other to learn about themselves a little. When they first meet in 1988 Milan, Nik has the very public struggle of organizing an archive, and a private struggle of just giving up on any sort of intimate relationship whatsoever. He's spent half his life (39) already justifying his needs to partners and he's tired of disappointment. He's an ace spectrum lover who would rather just write it all off than go through the nuance again.

Terzo has been shipped away to the crumbling abbey and at 23 has already amassed a troubled past and an uncertain future. At this moment in their lives I believe they need each other. Terzo needs a soft understanding person to teach him who he is. Nik needs someone open to his slower pace. After this initial experience they become close confidants even as they live far from each other. Terzo visits Nik often for months at a time as he gains ranks in the Church but their first encounters remain very special to them both.

[pirdmystery]

franziska von karma

franzy my beloved!!!

first impression — you know i honestly don’t really remember, when i first got into ace attorney i was so ravenous for fan content that i’m pretty sure my first impression was from art and fic before i played aa2 i just took it for granted that i was gonna love her

impression now — i was right! i love her so so much. style queen bastard woman. when will she return from war (be in a new aa game)

favorite moment — here is where i risk something actually unpopular by outing myself as a fan of the anime 😭 but my honest first thought here was in the babymode anime ep where the von karmas are at the mall and baby fran goes “i wanna wait for miles!!” it’s just SO CUTE it killssssss meeeeee esp in contrast to what their grown up relationship is like. to see tiny fran talk about her “little brother” like that. the anime has a ton of problems but it has so many superb character moments and giving us little sib things like that that build on their canon relationship is just. so so great.

idea for a story — these asks are reminding me of how many abandoned aa wips i have… anyway i have this short little one of she and edgeworth at a cafe in berlin in the rain. nothing really happens it was kind of just an atmospheric character study of the two of them. i remember liking it 🥺

fav relationship — obviously she and edgeworth are the siblings of all time. there is never enough to say about that. but. i am such a huge huge huge fan of she and phoenix being worsties. everyone please send me your fran and phoenix worsties content. their investigation together during bridge to the turnabout is like my absolute favorite thing in the series. the mlm wlw hostility is so strong and it’s so funny how they’re both antagonistic to each other the whole time while still being clear that they don’t like. ACTUALLY resent each other at all and they both want to solve the case. and they both care about that miles edgeworth guy.

unpopular opinion — i’m sorry that my answer to this is always “i don’t care for their most popular ship” but that’s what i’ve got here too. not a big franmaya fan. i don’t have any specific objections to it and i’ve seen some really cute art i just don’t personally see it myself and in most fics they’re just there to pair the narumitsu spares. now fradrian on the other hand…

fav headcanon — i just love thinking of her as this big shot cool ass jetsetting interpol agent. she’s got pied-à-terres in so many countries. she flies trucy to milan for a shopping trip even tho trucy doesn’t even wanna buy anything she just hangs out with her cool aunt.

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Wordsssss to chose from bestieeeeee

Cry

Light

Broken

Red

Impossible

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thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

cry from AC Milan (WIP title):

“It’s okay, amigo,” Dani said from behind him and Jamie noticed for the first time his friend was rubbing his shoulder soothingly.  The act makes Jamie want to cry out for another reason. He had been so distracted by the pain he hadn’t noticed Dani or Sam, who hovered along the other side.  “Okay, let’s get you off the pitch,” Trevor said and he began to wave for the stretcher.  “No,” Jamie said in regard to Trevor’s unspoken question. “No fucking stretcher.” “Jamie, I really think we should get the stretcher.” “Just fucking help me up,” Jamie said and tried to stand on his own, only to immediately fall back on his bum. “One more time?” Fuck.  

Added 333 words in a sprint!

Light from thought I wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

Jamie heard the voice before he saw it, deja vu prickling at his fingers. Jamie strained against the bright light, blinking as the face the voice belonged to came into focus. Jamie closed his eyes again, his head pounding too much to think.  “Mr. Tartt? Can you hear me?” “No,” Jamie said, voice thick with disuse. There was a soft chuckle, though Jamie didn’t know why. More muffled voices filled the room, and Jamie felt the familiar goose bumps on his arm. 

Added 319 words in a sprint <3

Broken from to you dying (season 1 version of Jamie is hit by a car saving Roy):

What had she done? Rebecca had gotten into her head about accountability and all that and then Jamie almost died. Could have died. Probably would have if he wasn’t such a battler. And in a freak accident no less. Who gets hit by a fucking car? What was he even doing there still?

This was her fault. If she hadn’t broken up with him they would’ve left together. Jamie would be safe. She risked a glance at his prone form, wiping fresh tears that came unbidden to her face.

Added 530 words in a sprint!

Red from Dear Leslie:

“Do you feel up to changing?” Higgins asked. Jamie looked down, seemingly just realising he was still in his kit. Another nod as he peeled off his uniform. Higgins scrounged a plastic bag and deposited the dirty kit into it while Jamie changed into his Richmond warmup. Higgins grabbed the now warm ice pack and tossed it in the trash while he cleaned up some of the remaining items left behind by a rushed group of Greyhounds. Jamie appeared next to him with his bag over his shoulder once he was dressed. He looked slightly more solid but still as if a stiff breeze could knock him over.  “How’s your hand?” Jamie peered down at his red knuckles as if forgetting they were attached to his body.  “Yeah, good.” Higgins didn’t call him on the lie. 

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Impossible from the untitled home invasion fic:

“Oh, it looks like your foot's a bit twisted, love,” Liz said gently. “Can you feel that?”

“No, it's not,” Jamie inexplicably replied.

Roy very gently tried to reassure his friend, "Jamie, I think they're right. it does look fucked. But it’s okay. They’ll get you all sorted.”

Chris set to splinting Jamie’s ankle as he tried to move away, which was impossible in his condition.

“No it's not,” Jamie’s voice cracked.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Roy stepped where Jamie could see him. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Got 250 words in a sprint :)

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Bookstore Owner Y/N x Christian Pulisic Preview

Warnings: Multi-Lingual (Some Italian mixed in, I will translate most of it), otherwise none as of yet, this is just super cute and fluffy so far, the reader is half American half Italian but grew up in Italy.

892 Words

I’m grabbing another box of reshelves when the little chime above the door of Rose’s Books dings. My grandmother used to call me her little rose and it was her who fueled my love of books. When I get out from the storeroom, a young guy about my age is wandering around looking at everything. He looks like he just finished an early evening run. His short hair has these adorable natural curls to it and when his amazing brown eyes meet mine, the box slips from my hands and thumps to the floor, landing on my foot.

“Merda, ouch.” I yelp as he rushes over with a shy smile on his face and grabs the box. Easily hoisting it onto the nearby counter.

“Is your foot okay?” He asks with an American accent and my stomach erupts in butterflies.

“It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. Bruised toes tend to happen when you own a bookstore.”

“Oh, you own this place? It’s cozy, I like it.” He says, that shy smile back

“Thank you.”

“I take it you’re Rose?” He asks.

“Well technically my name is Y/N, rose is a nickname from my best childhood memories, so it seemed fitting. But anyways, did you just come in to browse or are you in need of a specific title?” I ask, shaking myself out of the daze and back into sales mode.

“I was hoping you had a copy of The Sorcerer’s Stone. I lost mine.” He says sheepishly.

“I don’t have The Sorcerer’s Stone, but I do have The Philosopher’s Stone.” I say with a knowing smile.

“I keep forgetting it has a different name in America.” He says and we fill the short walk over to its shelf with talk about Potter. I hand him the book and our fingers brush as he takes it from me.

“All set then, or do you need some time to browse?” I ask, hoping he opts for the latter option.

“I think I will take a peek around if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” I nod. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’m a firm believer that a good book is always better with a comforting drink.” I’ve got a little setup of some espresso, tea options, water, lemonade, and my favorite apple cider behind the register station.

“Maybe just a small lemonade.” He says and I grab him one before going back to my shelving. As I go around the shop reshelving I feel the weight of his eyes on me from time to time and can’t help but take quick glances over at him as well. He’s just so pretty to look at.

I hear the door chime again, as my best friends and business partners Livia and Nico come in to help me close up the shop. Nico grabs his first box and starts reshelving before setting it aside and rushing back over.

“Y/N why is Christian Pulisic in the shop right now?” He asks me and I guess he’s referring to the cute guy with brown eyes.

“He needed a new copy of Philosopher’s Stone. What’s wrong with that?”

“He's Christian Pulisic, one of the new signings for AC Milan.

“So he’s a footballer?” I ask.

“One of the BEST footballers ever. I bought his jersey to wear to games as soon as the transfer was finalized.”

“Okay Nico, breathe, he’s also a normal human being. Why don’t you do the reshelves in the kids section and I’ll finish your area.”

“Would it be a bad time for me to get his autograph?”

“Of course not, happy to chat with a fan.” The guy who I guess is kind of a big deal says to Nico with a genuine smile and extends his hand so Nico can shake it.

“Ciao. È un piacere conoscerti di persona. Sei incredibile. Adoro quando fai scivolare la palla tra le gambe di un altro giocatore, penso che tu la chiami nutmeg, comunque è così bello.”

“I'm going to be honest. I have no idea what you just said. I recognized nutmeg but that's about it.

“Not to worry Christian, I can translate Nico for you. He said, Hello. It’s nice to meet you in person. You’re amazing. I love it when you slip the ball through another player’s legs, I think you call it a nutmeg, anyway it's so cool.” I say. “Nico just has a tendency to get all of his rushed thoughts and ramblings out in Italian. It's a lot easier.”

“That makes sense. Maybe all I need is an Italian tutor.” He says, looking at me with that shy smile.

“Oooh, Y/N would be amazing at that. After all, she is half American.” Livia chimes in, having finished her round of reshelves.

Christian raises an eyebrow and my face flushes as I explain. “My father was on vacation in Florence when he met my mother who was on holiday there with her friends.”

“Her parents are the best Italian love story. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl enjoy classic Italian food, boy up and moves to Italy to be with girl.” Livia adds and I bury my face in my hands.

“That's actually adorable.” Christian says. “So what do you say? Will you help me learn Italian?”

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DELIRIO - 1/3 - SANTHEO - SLASH

‘Finisci trasportato alla velocità della luce sempre più lontano e poi non sai più dove cazzo sei ma il punto è che ti stai dannatamente divertendo e non sai che diavolo stai facendo, ma sai solo che darai fondo a tutti i tuoi fottutissimi desideri, anche quelli più bassi e proibiti.’ Theo, approfittando della festa scudetto, tanto fa finché non ottiene ciò che vuole con Sandro, peccato che l’indomani il compagno non ricordi nulla. Come farà per rimediare?

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Mia nuova fic Santheo (un giorno smetterò di scrivere su di loro, ma non è questo il giorno!). Primo capitolo di 3, prima fic di 2 di una nuova miniserie, sempre su come si sono messi insieme quei due stupidotti che ora mi fanno soffrire.

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"The secret no one expected"

This would be an Aitana fic.

The team had noticed that Aitana seemed to be spending a lot of her free time in Italy. First it was the winter break then whenever she had more than 2 days off. What they didn't know is that during her first visit she met R, a CB for AC Milan. When R signs for Barcelona in the summer transfer window the team are shocked to see just how well R knows Aitana and are even more shocked when they find out they are dating.

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I’m Alex, they/them pronouns. This is a side blog for all things football. (Soccer lmfao.) I’m canadian. I’m gonna call it soccer sometimes. I’ll call it football other times. My dad’s from England. My mum’s from Argentina, but moved to England when she was in her late teens.

Teams I support:

• Manchester City, the team I support above all others. (I was born there. Don’t call me a plastic fan. I’ve supported them since I was three. It’s the team my dad supports, he introduced me.)

• Liverpool, I support them if they’re not playing City, or unless them winning directly hurts city in some way. (I have a friend who got me hooked.)

• Am I an Arsenal fan? Not really. But I like a lot of their players and will post about them.

• FC Bayern, I didn’t used to, but then Alphonso Davies signed and I had to support my fellow Canadians.

• Ac Milan, idk why. I just do.

• Vancouver Whitecaps. Shut tf up I know they’re shit but that’s my home team. (Vancouver is more home to me now than Manchester, lived here for twelve years now.)

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