#soccur AU

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Omg could you please tell us more about the soccer au??? Also PLEASE show us the deaky once u finish him

The Deaky is still being tweaked because FIFA character creation is... not the best. Also, I have only a working knowledge of Leicester’s team the premier league is... not my favorite league to watch. Anywho this is the 0.4 Alpha of the AU 

And there’s another footballplayer!Deaky somewhere hidden on my blog

Ever notice how I just start writing things in the middle of my outline? Because Oops.

But the basics:

Deaky is a graduate of the Leicester City Football Academy. He gets pulled up to the Premier League at 19 for LCFC. John’s always shown to be a solid attacking center midfielder. His head for strategy is impressive, and he has the physical skill to back it up.

He really doesn’t expect to be played, except in dire situations. Probably spend a few seasons on the bench before quietly retiring with a healthy pension and a regular job.

That’s not exactly what happened. In fact, he ends up debuting after the starter ends up injured in a game against Arsenal. It’s enough to make any new player nervous and basically, the debut was going to shape his career:

A) He does well, gets called up to sub in more frequently

B) He does as expected, might sub a few more times in the season

C) He does terrible, and he rarely sees another minute of game time.

What actually happens is a corner getting punched out by the Goalkeeper, him managing seal out the opposing defender and a well-timed cross to the striker ends up netting them a goal.

They lose 3-1, but he’s officially on the stat board with an assist, and the replacement starter position is his. By the time the original starter is cleared to play, John’s earned himself a respectable four assists and a goal (now that had been a fluke, he just caught the rebound from the post on his heel but it looked good and deliberate and managers love that kind of thing).

So by the end of the season, it’s a toss-up as to who is going to start. He doesn’t play in the major games or games that could affect the league table but as a first season player? He really couldn’t have asked for more.

The next season starts up and he rolls his ankle during one of the games. Injuries happen, it just needs to be wrapped. What no one told him, rather didn’t think to tell him is that the physiotherapist had an assistant, who looked like he should be doing anything but wrapping sweaty players injuries.

His name is Roger, and he’s literally the most beautiful man John has met (which is saying something, because there are some impressively beautiful men who are footballers). Somehow they get from Roger playfully joking about inventing cleats with aerosol spray in them to meeting up with some of Roger’s friends later to celebrate the win (he overbalanced on his shot and landed wrong, but the ball slipped nicely into that bottom right corner boosting the score up 0-1 in the 78th minute).

He sneaks away from the presser, his manager isn’t happy but John isn’t exactly the marketable type yet, still gangly from youth and too untested to be a star player), so he concedes. With a promise that he’ll be back by the bus before it leaves at 7.

John follows Roger with a slight limp in his ankle and explains, “I’m really the assistant for Crystal Palace, but yours needed one. I Live in London.”

He doesn’t think he needs to explain where he lives, and why he’s never seen this man before.

“And I really only work for CP because it fills credits, looks nice on a CV, and I don’t have to go to class. So in my spare time, I work with my band.”

“Are you qualified?”

“I’m First Aid and CPR certified, plus biology student, so.”

He supposes there’s a screening process since Roger is technically working with people that get traded for a couple of mil.

“Plus, I can get Freddie into the games for free and he can eye the players, which I guess you don’t want to here because you’re a player...” Roger rambles.

“Nah, I get paid regardless if people are fans of the sport or the players.”

John isn’t sure what he’s expecting Roger’s friends to be like. He nearly thinks up an excuse when he sees the two men standing outside the pub. One’s tall and if he added a little more muscle mass he’d be a devasting fullback for corners. He’s pretty in a classic way. The other one looks a little more athletic, and John wonders if Roger only befriends beautiful people because he’s going to be an outlier even if he doesn’t lack confidence in his looks, and is downright gorgeous and obviously dressed to be sexy.

“Brian, Freddie, this is John. John, Brian is the tall one, Freddie is the other one.”

Freddie gasps, “how rude.”

“John’s a footballer.”

“Oh, who for?”

“Leicester.”

“Should transfer to a proper London club,” Freddie wiggles his eyebrows.

London clubs won’t give him a second glace. CP might but they’re currently ranked under them on the table and that’s not exactly a solid career move.

“I’ll do my best.”

The night goes well, and John is almost sorry he has to leave. He doesn’t think he’ll run into them again, even with the exchange of phone numbers and the like.

Then again, he didn’t expect the rest of his season to go as it does. With 13 assists to his name and a respectable 9 goals he’s gone from “decent newbie” to “has star potential” and LCFC gladly takes the 2.5mil, and brings up two more kids from their academy, from Arsenal in the summer transfer window.

Roger, Brian, and Freddie are excited. John has no idea what he’s meant to do now.