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The Medic #5 - Kostas Tsimikas

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Kostas Tsimikas Prompt / request: based on Kostas's shoulder injury during the Liverpool - Arsenal match. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of broken bones, slight medical procedures and hospital.

Of course everyone startled when the foul upon him sent Kostas flying over the touchline, bowling over Klopp in the process. Your first worry, as medic, went out to both the members of your team and their well-being. Klopp quickly got back to his feet, and you assumed he was fine. Kostas, on the other hand, remained down.

Kostas lay flat on his front when you quickly kneeled down beside him. One look at him told you he was definitely not alright.

"Tell me," you simply said as you rested a hand on the small of his back, trying to ease him. "S--shoulder..." Kostas' voice trembled with pain. "I heard a c-crack." His gaze finally met yours, and you clearly saw how much pain and fear he was in.

You had to admit: this didn't sound good. You immediately made the substitution signal to Klopp, who was back on his feet and seemingly fine, because it was crystal clear that Kostas would not be able to continue.

"Alright, deep breaths." You turned your attention back to Kostas, doing your best to keep him out of hyperventilating. "It hurts so bad." Kostas spoke through trembling lips. "This isn't good, this feels bad." "Kos, easy," you said a little sharply, recognizing he was spiraling into a panic. "I'm going to help you, but I need you to remain calm. Can you do that for me?" Kostas didn't respond at first, but finally nodded determinedly.

"I need to have a short look at your shoulder. Can you sit up?" You moved your hand higher up Kostas' back in a comforting gesture. Kostas slowly, and with several winces and whimpers, moved himself up until he sat on his knees.

Now that you could have a proper look at him, your first assessment of his condition wasn't an altogether promising one. His face was ashen, eyes wide with pain, and he absolutely refused to move the right shoulder he was gently clutching. He held both arms crossed protectively over his chest, with his left arm supporting his right.

From the place he was gently holding, you deduced the injury was higher up his shoulder and located more to the front. "Don't touch it, please, don't touch it." Kostas recoiled even before you could make a move. "I won't," you eased him. You already suspected him to have a broken collarbone, and having once had that injury yourself, you knew all too well how painful that could be.

"The area your holding, is that the most painful part?" You asked. Kostas nodded, face screwed up in pain. "Yes." It was a first confirmation of what you already dreaded. "My diagnosis so far is that you injured your collarbone. We need to get you to a hospital for some X-rays."

Kostas hung his head in defeat. The possibly lengthy injury he was facing hit him hard. "Alright," he finally agreed, "but I need someone to come with me, because... I don't like hospitals." If you weren't feeling sorry for him already, you surely did now. "Absolutely." You rested a comforting hand on his uninjured shoulder. "I'm going with you and I won't leave you out of my sight."

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[footballffbarbiex]

player: Kostas Tsimikas words: 914 request: Kostas Tsimikas - no pref - 500 - 900 - So Kos and her have been dating for a few months now but no one at the club knows. So when, at the club Christmas party, they end up under the mistletoe (I'm sure Robbo decorated every single doorway with it) and he's like "let's give them a show" and kisses her in a way that steals her breath away

A/N: a huge thank you to @percervall for the help with this one. I am blowing kisses at you, I couldn't have done this without you.

This year, things are being done a little differently at the club. Usually, menial tasks were delegated to anyone and everyone in order to get them accomplished and it doesn’t usually matter who does them, as long as they do. The design of the room and organising it was left to someone that the club paid and it was usually done to the incredibly high standard that you would expect. This year, the players have been tasked with something each. 

Kos has the honour of placement cards. She watched him agonising over designs at home - wanting to make sure that the people he knew well enough had something that was tailored to them. He’d purchased a Cricut and made them this way, setting them all out across their dining room table to see how they looked laid out. He’d tweaked them, bought fancy pens and added small flourishes. 

It wasn’t something that took over, but he certainly took pride in the ones he made and it showed as he gently laid them out on the carefully decorated tables. The room looks amazing, Virgil and Alisson had done an incredible job, though she does suspect their wives may have had a hand in helping. The colour scheme was spot on and certainly provided the perfect photo opportunity that the club would no doubt be taking. 

Out of everything available, she expected Andy to be in charge of Secret Santa, or something fun. Upon finding out that he was in charge of flowers and in turn, mistletoe, she had mixed expectations of how it would end up. And yet, the bouquets that adorn the room and complete the tables are stunning. He walks around now, the usual “Robbo” grin upon his face as he interacts with everyone while wearing his flower crown of holly, berries, mistletoe and a few colour scheme flowers in there too. When he turns around, exposing his back to her, she notices a little sprig of mistletoe tucked in his back pocket for unsuspecting victims. 

“He’s going to get us, you know.” She comments, holding her wine glass closer to her chest as she huddles close to Kostas who has approached her far too quickly for her liking. He scrambled through the crowd of people who had been filing in now for the past half an hour and the once empty room they’d entered is now bustling with people and music is now being played through the speakers. 

“He doesn’t know. He won’t.” But deep down, Kostas knows that Andy knows. He’s seen the looks being thrown his way and he knows it’s a matter of time before they’re outed. It may not be tonight, but this was the start of it. Robbo would watch their reactions and slowly start to make little comments when they’re back in training. And Kostas knows he’ll struggle to hold it all together but Andy thrives on reactions and he’ll keep at it like a dog on a bone. 

“You know what he’s like.”

“I do, and he won’t.”

He wants nothing more than to pull her closer to him by the small of her back, his hand snaking to her waist and press his lips to any part of her that she’ll let him - whether that be her hairline, her temple, the space between her eyebrow and eye, her cheek, nose or of course, her lips. 

He tried to get as many kisses as he possibly could before they headed out in separate cars, not wanting to arouse any suspicion because despite the few blissful months of dating, it’s come at the cost of it being in secret. Kostas is certain that no-one at the club would have an issue with their relationship but he didn’t want it out there just yet and initially, she’d wholeheartedly agreed. She’d seen too many relationships collapse once it became public and yet, it was becoming harder to keep it a secret. Not because others were catching on but because neither of them wanted to stay away from one another any more. 

“Well, looky what we have here.” Andy’s voice sounds behind them and they both groan in unison. “My favourite “non couple but are so a couple” couple.” he grins as Kostas shoots him a look. “Oh come on. If you keep giving me that look I’ll be forced to bring out the gentleman doth protests too much, methinks line.”

“So leave and we won’t have to give you that look,” she comments, giving Andy a little nudge with her elbow and a crooked smile. 

“Oh it’s we now is it? You said that so naturally.” her smile falters and she realises too much has been said. She knows Robbo knows and the look that she spots on Kostas’ face confirms this. 

“Fuck it,” her beautiful Greek boyfriend hisses, downing the rest of his drink before he moves quickly, swiping the mistletoe from behind Andy’s back and holds it above her head. “One of the team’s biggest gobshites isn’t going to stop so what do you say? Kiss me?” 

“Where did you learn the word gobshite?” Robbo asks but his words are drowning out as she steps forward, toe to toe with her secret boyfriend. Her hands move to his waist and to his nape. When her head turns this way, his turns that way and they give a nervous chuckle to one another as they begin to lean in, noses rubbing together before their lips finally meet.

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𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛.

It had been three months since the pair had seen one another, while she was busy touring, the pair kept contact with calls, video calls and text messages yet nothing came in comparison to seeing him in real life hence why, the moment she landed in Liverpool, she had placed her items in her hotel room before deciding to drive towards the AXA training center to check up on him - the drive was hectic seeing as the streets were full of cars, and it took her just about three hours to get to the training center.

She parked her car, and stepped out of the vehicle before walking up to the entrance of the training center, she walked in towards the office to inform them of her visit, she was told to wait for about a few minutes until she heard footsteps, causing her to look up and smile widely. " Hi handsome "

Kostas did not speak, instead engulfed her into a warm embrace which lasted for about a few minutes until he pulled back and asked her, " When did you get here? "

" A few hours ago? " She giggled, " I couldn't wait any longer "

Kostas sighed with a soft smile, before engulfing her in an embrace once again. " I'm so happy to see you baby "

He lead her through the corridors of the training center, showcasing the accomplishments the club has made along with the accomplishments he had been able to be a part of. " This is all so lovely Kos, I'm so proud of you "

His cheeks grew warm, and he shyly smiled. " Thank you baby "

The visit had turned out to have helped Kostas as according to his teammates, he'd been feeling saddened by her absence, during the break - she had been seated with his teammates who expressed their admiration for her music as well as commented a few teasing jabs to how adorable Kostas looked, cuddled up next to her, a contrast to how he usually behaved during training.

" Y/N, that man was miserable without you " Thiago laughs, nudging Kostas who sent him a glare.

She giggles, gently patting Kostas's shoulder. " I was miserable too, couldn't wait until the tour was over to see this cutie "

Trent laughs, " Oh, someone's blushing "

Kostas avoided their looks, covering his face which elicited laughter from them.

" Hey " She states with a stern yet playful tone. " Leave my baby alone "

Thiago smirks, " Don't worry, we'll stop ... for now "

The day went about with happy chatter, and an overall positive atmosphere - and when Kostas returned home with Y/N, he had told ( or forced ) her to stay with him, she relented, changing into one of his old shirts before joining him under the bedsheets, he pulls her in his arms, nuzzling his face in her neck. " Move in with me baby "

Her eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. "Are you sure? "

He lifts his head up, with a soft gaze. " Yes, I am " he pecks her cheek. " I love you and I want you to always be around me "

She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him back. " I love you too Kos "

" Be mine for all eternity " He whispers.

" Always and forever " She smiles widely.

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[tsimvkas]

kostas tsimikas — blurb #1

“I’m a shit footballer” was the first thing Kostas told you when you picked him at the Liverpool training center.

He was absolutely the saddest person on earth after his away game against Toulouse, and you were the most gutted girlfriend in the world for not being able to comfort him the night it happened.

You hate when you can’t travel to away games, especially when you know Kostas will be a starter, but this time it felt even worse because you had to wait almost an entire day before hugging your boy after a difficult night.

It was still the first half when Tsimikas made a mistake that gave Toulouse a goal, the first of the match. The team still had 45 minutes to change it, but it only made it worse when Liverpool wasn’t able to reverse the score, suffering two more goals and only scoring one, and the match ended 3-2 due to an own goal Toulouse gave to the Reds.

Kostas was subbed off when the team came back for the second half, and you know he’s been beating himself since then.

“You’re not a shitty footballer, Kostas. Everybody is up to it, you have a tricky profession. It was a mistake, it won’t happen again” you squeezed his thigh, trying to bring him some comfort.

“But what if it happens again?” he sighed, sadly. You hated to see him like this.

“You can’t think about “what ifs” in the world you live in. You lost a game, and I know it’s sad and fucked up when it happens, but it’s in the past now. You need to look on to the next one” you tried again, parking in front of his house. “C’mon, you need a bath and a meal”

“And cuddles” Kostas murmured, getting shy when you asked what he had said. “Would you stay tonight? I might need some hugs” he played with his fingers, not looking at you. You thought it was cute how red his cheeks could get.

“Bath, meal and cuddles then” you turned off the engine, jumping from his car. Kostas followed you inside his house, looking like a lost puppy. You turned the lights on and guided him to his bathroom, filling his bath for him. “Relax a bit while I’ll cook something”

“You don’t have to” he looked at you with shining eyes, and you know he needs to cry a bit in the comfort of his house.

“But I want to. Just enjoy the warm water”

You went downstairs, looking for something easy to cook. He needs to eat but he also needs to sleep, and you don’t want to make him something too heavy.

Twenty minutes later, your boyfriend joined you wearing only his shorts, smelling fresh and with his hair wet.

“There’s no fun in enjoying the water without you” Kostas pouted, holding you against him. “I just want to lay down with you and sleep as much as I can”

“You’ll eat first”

“No” he pouted again, just like a child. “I’m not hungry”

You rolled your eyes, finishing his burger and turning your body to face him. “Here. We’ll cuddle when you finish”

He snorted, but sat at the table and pulled you closer so you could sit on his lap whilst he ate.

You could feel he was still tense, his shoulders down and his mind was everywhere. It broke your heart to see him like this.

Kostas made it to half of his burger when you decided not to force him anymore. “That’s enough babe, that’s ok. Will you let me know if you want to eat anything soon?”

He nodded, and you pouted at his unshed tears. You know how hard he is on himself, how good he wants to be. But you also know football isn’t fair, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed” you kissed his forehead, ready to get up when Tsimikas got on his feets with you in his arms. You didn’t say anything, knowing he wants to feel useful and more in control of his life, so you only put your arms around his neck. You can tidy up the kitchen tomorrow.

Kostas groaned when he put you on your feet, pointing to the shirt he wanted you to wear. You kissed his cheeks and whispered that you would be right back before leaving him so you could shower quickly.

Finally clean and in his shirt, you came back to find your boy almost sleeping in a sitting position and your giggles woke him up.

“Come here” Kostas tapped his bed, yawning. You crawled over him, giving him a kiss.

When the pair of you found a comfortable position, you scratched Kostas’ scalp, kissing the tip of his nose. His hand was under your shirt, making circles with the pad of his finger, and you happily felt when his shoulders started to relax.

“I love you” you murmured, smiling when he opened his eyes to look at you. His eyes were still red rimmed and your heart ached, wanting to be capable of making his pain vanish. “You’re the best footballer I know”

“You probably don’t know a lot of footballers then” he giggled, pecking your lips. “Thank you for supporting me. Even when I’m the worst in the match”

“We can always blame the wind, baby. You’re so thin it almost took you away” you winked, holding your boy the tightest you could.

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[percervall]

I'll be your hideaway

Pairing: Kostas Tsimikas x fem!reader Words: 2324 Warnings: Mentions of teammates leaving and the dreadful 22/23 season, talk of insecurities and worries, smut, porn w/feelings, public sex, outdoor sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming, Google translated Greek

In which Kostas takes you on holiday to get away from the abysmal 22/23 season

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It always takes him a few days to shake off the last dregs of a harrowing season. You don’t mind, the country he has whisked you away to is beautiful and after a gruelling six months at work, you are more than happy to let your boyfriend sort through his thoughts and emotions while you finally catch up on some reading. He spends most mornings in the gym on the resort and has met up with a few of the other Liverpool boys who are staying at the same place for some tennis. And while you’re meant to be on holiday together, you are so grateful for his friends to help him work through the tangles of grief and frustration, because slowly but surely you see the Kostas you fell in love with reemerge; you can tell by the change in his body language and the reappearance of that glimmer in his eye that your Kos, your sunshine boy, is slowly coming back to you. 

Kicking off your shoes, you walk outside as Kostas heads into the lounge to phone his family. The sun has already started setting and for a moment you feel like you’re the only person on the planet as you stare out over the Indian ocean. The water calmly laps against the pillars holding up the villa. You had planned to finish your book while Kostas was on the phone, but you can’t tear your eyes away from the way the sky is now tinged with different shades of pinks and purples. A stillness washes over you as you make yourself comfortable on the large daybed on the deck and watch the sunset. Right now, in this moment, life feels so good that it almost makes you choke up. Pulling your knees up, you rest your chin on them and take a deep breath, exhaling the last bits of stress about your shared future. 

This is how Kostas finds you when he joins you after his phone call. The feeling of his lips against the nape of your neck breaks you from the trance the view had put you under.

“You were miles away, agápi mou,” he murmurs against your hair as he settles behind you. You can’t help but smile at the term of endearment and lean back against him. 

“Was just thinking..” you say, lacing your fingers with his as they rest on your stomach. Kostas lifts your entwined hands and kisses the back of yours.

“About what?” 

You’re quiet for a moment, trying to sort through all the emotions filling your chest.

“About us. The future. How lucky we are to witness this,” you murmur, turning your face to look at him, “About how much I love you, how happy it makes me to see you smile again.” 

Kostas’ eyes search your face and for the faintest of moments you see a flicker of sadness in those stunning brown eyes that always tell you exactly how he’s feeling even if he might not have the words to tell you himself. Before Kostas can apologise, you kiss him.

“No need, my love. For better or worse, you have me –all of me.” 

“I know, but still… I shouldn’t take your support or your love for granted. I’ve been so in my head lately that I never stopped to think about how you must feel,” Kostas says, smiling wistfully as he brushes back a strand of your hair. You lean into his touch, kissing his wrist as he rests his hand against your cheek.

“I feel that this season has been brutal. I feel that you have every right to be upset about your teammates leaving. I feel that you will come to me when you’re ready to talk things through. I feel worried for you and your future, this limbo of uncertainty that always comes up at the end of a season is-... It’s hard seeing someone you love so much doubt their worth to a team and a city that loves them so unconditionally in return.” 

The words just tumble out, but perhaps it’s this honesty –this open dialogue– that the both of you need. Kostas is quiet for a moment as he mulls over what you said. He pulls you back against his chest as he lays down on the daybed, absentmindedly rubbing circles over your shoulder as he stares out over the ocean. 

“I know that I am loved by the city, and sometimes it worries me whether it’ll be enough… I knew when I signed I would never be first choice. And I just wonder if I will know, y’know? Like James, Bobby; will I know it’s time to move on or will my love for the city cloud that?” Kostas breaks the silence. You move to sit up slightly so you can look at him properly.

“I know you, my love, you will know. And I will be there every step of the way to help you make that call when the time comes.” Kostas smiles up at you, and you see flashes of the younger man you fell in love with appear in the way his eyes twinkle with adoration and an almost renewed zest for life. He pulls you on top of him, kissing you deeply.

“What did I ever do in all my past lives to deserve you?” he murmurs, more to himself really, but you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach and a lump in your throat.

“I wonder the same thing,” you reply and kiss him again while tears threaten to spill. You can’t even put into words really how incandescently happy he makes you, how full your heart is with love for him. 

“S'agapó,” he whispers as he rolls you onto your back. Your hands slide up his arms, to his broad shoulders. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him once more. Kostas hums into the kiss, you can feel him smile against your lips before his tongue seeks entrance. More than happy to oblige, you part your lips to allow him to explore your mouth, tasting the cocktails he’s had with dinner on his tongue. Kostas’ hand wanders up the flowy skirt of your dress, caressing the outside of your thigh. The kiss changes from slow and loving to urgent. A heat climbs up your spine as you feel him harden against your hip. 

“Wanna show you just how much, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Kostas sits back on his haunches and pulls at the bow at your waist. The fabric gives way easily to his eager hands and hungry eyes, leaving you in a mismatched set of cotton panties and a bralette. Had you been anywhere else, you would have been worried about people seeing you like this, but the deck of the villa is shielded from any prying eyes. It feels liberating, in a sense. 

You’re quick to pull the bralette over your head, dropping it next to you on the floor. Kostas slowly pulls your panties down, taking his time to kiss the skin of your hips and thighs, his lips following the path of his hands until you’re completely naked. He looks up at you from where he’s lying between your thighs, his gaze half rapture, half reverence, and it leaves you feeling so unbelievably adored, it has you choking up. Kostas presses a tender kiss to where you’re aching for him with need, his hands holding your thighs open for him. His tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before he flicks it over your clit, drawing a low moan from you. Kostas looks up at you, eyes dark and the look of equal parts love and lust in them leaves you breathless. He draws slow circles around your clit, enough to build you up but not enough to send you flying –not yet at least. 

“Kostas…” you sigh, back arching as you shamelessly grind against his face. He hums against your cunt, sucking that bundle of nerves into his mouth. The sensation has your body vibrating with want. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parted, as you melt into his touch. The last coherent thoughts seem to evaporate as you give in to the feeling of Kostas’ mouth on you. An ocean breeze caresses your skin, causing your nipples to harden. Quiet moans and sighs leave your open mouth as your fingers try desperately to hold onto something while Kostas plays you like a goddamn fiddle. He reaches a hand up, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Yes… Kos…” you all but whisper. A slow heat is dancing its way up your body, starting in the pit of your stomach and you feel like you might combust –with need, with love, with emotion; it’s all a mess, a delicious mess, swirling around in your body as Kostas flicks just the tip of his tongue over that already swollen bud in such a way that it has you crying out as your orgasm wrecks through you, leaving your body trembling with the aftershocks. 

Kostas takes his time, kissing his way up your body, as you come down from your high. Your body has melted into the cushions of the daybed, eyes half-lidded, and you swallow hard. Kostas smiles this boyish grin that sends your heart into a frenzy as you take in your slick smeared across his lips and chin. He pulls off his shirt before leaning down to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his tongue makes you moan, your fingers idly tracing the tattoo on the nape of his neck. Kostas rolls the both of you onto your side and makes quick work of his shorts and underwear. He slides a hand, palm up, between your legs and wraps it around the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up as he does so. Kostas grins back at you, wrapping your leg around his hip. You can feel his cock twitch where it is trapped between your bodies and it has you clenching around nothing. The breeze hits your skin and you can feel just how wet you are for him; it has you rolling your hips against him in anticipation and desperation. Kostas brushes his lips against yours, kissing you so tenderly as he guides his cock to where you need him most. He enters you so slowly, so agonisingly slow. The stretch has you panting, eyes closed as you almost lose yourself in the feeling of him. 

“So good.. Always so good..” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours as he stills his movements. The weight of him inside of you is a familiar one, offering a closeness you’ve craved. During the season the two of you had to make do with stolen moments, but right now Kostas takes all the time in the world. 

His hand follows the planes of your body, reacquainting himself with every curve and birthmark across your skin. You can’t help but gently rock your hips against him, needing something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Kostas groans, fingers digging into your hip. 

“Need you.. Need you to move.. Kos..” you whisper. You feel him smile against your skin as he lavishes your neck with kisses. He slowly begins to move, setting a languid pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. 

“Fuck…” he moans when when you squeeze around him. 

“More…” you all but whimper. Kostas holds you against his body as he rolls you onto your back, hiking up the leg already around his hip. The change in position allows him to enter you even deeper, and your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. You wrap your arms around him, gasping and moaning as Kostas fucks into you with a tenderness that has you tearing up. He supports his weight with one hand, resting the other against your cheek.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You lick your lips, opening your eyes and trying to focus on his face but the pleasure you feel coiling low in your stomach makes it harder to do so. You let out a noise that’s part whimper, part moan as that coil keeps tightening.

“Kos-..”

“I know sweetheart, fuck.. Me too. I need you to cum for me,” he murmurs. You gasp at his request; it has you shuddering underneath him, coming undone in the most glorious of ways. Throwing your head back, your spine arches and your lips part with a silent scream as your orgasm hits you with such force, it knocks the air from your lungs. Kostas’ thrusts begin to falter and he stills inside of you, burying his face in your shoulder as he follows you over the edge. 

Every muscle in your body has turned to jelly and you sigh contently. Kostas chuckles and gently rolls the two of you back onto your side. You can feel him soften inside of you but neither of you want to leave this bubble just yet. Kostas brushes your hair back, kissing your forehead, your cheekbones, the tip of your nose, before settling on your lips. 

“I love you so much, Kos,” you mumble, snuggling into him and tucking your head against his chest.

“I love you more,” he whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You know you should probably get up, but you’re so sleepy and your Kostas is so warm. He keeps murmuring sweet nothings against your hair and you let yourself be lulled to sleep by it. In an hour or so, when you wake up, he will carry you inside and get you all cleaned up before cuddling you all night. And in the morning he will remind you just how much he loves and cherishes you. Whatever the future may hold, of this you are certain: you will face it together.

This was meant to be a flirty, sexy fic about Kostas reacquainting himself with his girl while on holiday, but apparently my brain decided to go down the heartbreak route. Why do I do this to myself?

A big thank you to @kostasstsimikass & @emilielfc for always feeding the fic brain rot and listening to me talk things through on discord, and @footballffbarbiex for being my beta reader. This fic wouldn't have seen the light of day without you three. @moneyymaseyy hope it lives up to the hype!

Please let me know what you think! Your comments mean the world to me

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[futbolfanficpunk]

Morning tease

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Word count: 490+ Summary: You wake up first on Kostas' day to cook breakfast but you decide to show some love and tease him a bit before you get on with your day Warnings: Sexy fluff, Sexual innuendos

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The rays of light were starting to come through the curtains and hit your face. You could feel the slight warmth of the morning sun on your face. You turn around to face the body that is lying next to you. There he is, your dear Kostas, sleeping unbothered by the light or your movements on the bed. He looks serene, the messy waves that are his hair resting on his pillow, eyes shut, one hand under the pillow. You look at him and smile, he looks so cute. You want to leave kisses all over his face but are afraid of waking him up. You decide to give him just small kisses, so, you push yourself up to be seated and sneak two small kisses on his cheek. He moves a bit and smiles with his eyes closed. “Do that again” he says in a whisper, not opening his eyes nor moving much You don’t say a word but this time your kisses have purpose and are not so gentle, you give him big smacks on his cheeks, chin and one final one on his lips. “Good morning, my love” you say With his free hand he caresses your back, and after drawing a few circles on your back he pulls you into him. He finally opens his eyes, he says “Hello, agápi meu.” he pushes his lips gently against yours “How did I get so lucky? To have this pretty girl wake me up with kisses?” he asks while cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumb. “I should ask the same, pretty girl” you say and release a small chuckle. He laughs with you and responds “You’re such a clown” You put your whole body on top of him and hug him. “I’m lucky too, you know,” you say while leaving a trace of open mouth kisses on his shoulder and his neck “I get to hang out with the sexiest Greek in town”, you give his nipple a quick lick. “Y/N” he says in a breathy voice “you’re playing with fire” “Am I?” you ask while moving to the side to get off of his body while your hand moves down his torso “You know I love a morning shag” he replies “I know, Kos” you move your hand to the bump his semi hard-on has made on his boxers to caress it momentarily “ but I need to have breakfast.” You kiss him on his cheek and get out of bed. “My god, Y/N! You are such a tease!” he says while he sits in bed “I’m going teach you a lesson later, you bad girl” You turn to him before going into the bathroom and say “I’m betting on it.” You smile and continue saying “Now, get up, I’m hungry and it’s your turn to cook breakfast” Kostas smiles and shakes his head “Fine, but after breakfast, it’s your turn to do what I want” You blow him a kiss and go into the bathroom.

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[ourkostastsimikas]

Pheme Ossa

Why does it always rain on me?

A Kostas Tsimikas Fanfiction

Prologue

Warnings: vivid descriptions of anxiety attacks, depression & angst

[A/N: since it's the off-season and there's no club football for a while, I thought I'd give writing a go, to pass the time! I haven't written anything like this in a long time so, let me know what you think, and if you would want more, etc! It would be much appreciated! H x]

The sound of the thunderous rain thrashing against the windscreen of her car was enough to make her not want to leave it for a while, let alone have to spend the next two hours out in this godforsaken weather. Willingly. 

She stared out at the dark, gloomy skies, not a blue hue insight and sighed. You wanted this. 

Which she did, wholeheartedly. Just not today. 

Today she just wasn’t feeling it. She didn’t know if it was the weather affecting her mood or the terrible morning she’d already endured but all she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a cup of cocoa, her cat by her side, and some cheesy RomCom on the TV. Pretty Woman. No. The Bodyguard. 

But a job is a job, and it was a job she loved doing, usually. Just not today.

Resigned to the fact that she was going to have to leave the comfort of her warm, dry car and brace the morning's damming gift of torrential rain, she begrudgingly knocked off the engine. She didn’t leave straight away, instead opting to sit still, listening to the only sound now present; the rain. 

The rainfall sounded enraged, hitting the roof of her car with such vengeance it was as if the skies had been angered. By what or by who, she wasn’t sure, but part of her felt as though it was her mood that had replaced the sunshine with this miserable downpour. She was sure that if she stepped out of her car and glanced around, she’d notice that the rain was falling just her and no one else. 

She sighed. Okay, so maybe I was being melodramatic, but that was how she felt, and she saw no point in the near future that her mood would change. 

By now, the rain had lessened but was still hitting her car loud enough to drown out the sound of her heavy huffing at the day ahead. It was only 9:30 AM after all, but it felt later, much later. 

She stared ahead, watching the trees being beaten and bullied by the monstrous storm above, trying to mentally prepare herself but nothing could shift the dark cloud that hung above her own head. Her attention wained from those wailing trees to her own appearance in the mirror, where she let out another exasperated sigh.

The dark circles underneath her eyes told a story; lack of sleep, stress, and nightly panic attacks, all catching up to her as the days went on. But she had a job to do, a difficult, time-consuming but important job, but a job, nonetheless, that distracted her from the train wreck that was her life.

She had tried her hardest to rid of those dark circles that plagued her usually fresh face with the little make-up she wore, but the darkness surrounding her eyes still remained, much to her dismay. Her freckles were more faded than she’d ever remembered and her usually bright, sparkling eyes, were dull and lifeless. 

Her jaw clenched as a pang of sadness filled her body, eyes welling with tears, anger boiling under the surface. This is what it's done to me. This is what they’ve done to me, she cursed. Yet, she did not let tears fall, holding onto the small ounces of pride and determination she still had left in her.

Closing her eyes, she composed herself with a deep breath before she reached for her bag on the passenger seat, grabbing her compact in an attempts to make herself look more presentable.

It hardly worked but at least she now looked more… alive. 

Throwing her unkempt blonde hair into a messy bun, knowing it would look even worse after spending two hours in the torrential rain, she took one more passing glance at herself, before begrudgingly acknowledging that it was about time she got on with her job.

With one last sigh of discontentment, she opened the door of her car. Immediately, she was met with the howling winds and harsh pitter-patter of the heavens and readied herself to take the plunge, with one last thought on her mind. 

For the beautiful game. 

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[libraryofloveletters]

Behind The Lens

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the boys teasing kostas constantly, reader being slightly oblivious to it, sexual innuendos, it gets a little steamy towards the end, kos is lowkey bad at flirting, lots of swooning.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I don't really have an explanation of the Kostas kick I've been on lately but here we go. thank you to @curiousthyme for the idea, this ones for you!! <3

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Despite it being close to 8 in the evening, the humidity was killing all of you. 

Liverpool had journeyed to Singapore for the second half of their pre- season training and for a few friendly matches. 

You had joined the team as one of the photographers. You had worked with the team before, but never in the field. Most of the time, you hung around when they did photo shoots for their new home kits or LFC retail. 

They were comfortable around you, so there wasn't any awkwardness when you decided to join them on the pitch for their first training session.

Klopp was going over the drills for the session, you took a few photos as he spoke. The only two paying attention to you were Andy and Darwin, the two of them making silly faces at the camera. You looked away, holding back your giggling by pressing your lips together.  

“Alright,” the man in the glasses clapped, “you know what you’ve gotta do.” He announces, sending them on their way. 

You were taking photos of the session, watching the boys kick the ball around and do their drills. You were off to the side until they eventually split into groups to run drills. The boys separated themselves into groups of 5 and the one closest to you consisted of Virgil, Mo, Joe, Kostas and Cody. The 5 men kicked the ball back and forth, Kostas stuck in the middle to block it before it got to the next person. 

In this particular moment, you were looking away trying to adjust something on your camera whilst kneeling on the grass. You were all but a few feet away from the boys and the pass that Mo made from himself across to Cody, made it pass both Kostas in the middle and Cody on the other side. 

“Heads!” The younger Dutch player brings his hand up to his mouth to shout to you. 

The camera’s lifted at the last second, the ball bouncing off the thigh the camera was once on. Mo makes a face, “sorry y/n!” He shouts to you and you smile, waving him off. 

Before you know it, there’s a man in a grey shirt running to you to get the ball. “Are you okay?”

Kostas was knelt to your level, his soft brown eyes reflected under the flood lights; they reflected a kindness you’ve yet to see in other people. 

You smiled, nodding. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re sure? Mo has a foot of steel.” He chuckles at his own joke, earning him a smile.

You assured him you were fine as he grabbed your hand to help you up. “I grew up with 4 brothers. A lil’ roughhousing doesn’t bother me, Kos.” 

The nickname caused his heart to flutter; despite hearing it a million times over, it was different coming from you. 

“Kos!” The tall man shouts, “are you coming back?!”

Virgil’s hands were on his hips, you could see the annoyance on his face - he wasn’t one for being in the heat; the Singaporean humidity was his worst enemy at the moment - as was Kostas for having him waiting. 

“Go on,” you reached out to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

Kostas tucks the ball under his arm, “sure you’re okay?” 

You smile, nodding once more. “I’m fine, Kos. I promise.” 

Joe seemed to notice the exchange between the defender and the photographer, looking over at his friend next to him. Virgil caught onto what Joe meant from the moment he looked at him, raising his eyebrows in response. The Dutchman earned a chuckle from his friend. 

Kostas watched you walk off in the direction of Andy and Trent’s group before snapping out of his y/n trance as the teammate called it. 

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They had returned from their mini break, taking a few minutes to rehydrate and stretch out their sore muscles; a sight you enjoyed. Whether it was in a professional manner or an unprofessional one, that was a secret. 

The boys were all goofing around amongst themselves, getting the last of their energy out for the evening. You were sitting next to Jurgen on the bench, the man pointed out something that Joel was doing and you two shared a laugh; a common occurrence when you two were in each other’s presence.

“Alright,” you huffed as you stood, slipping your feet back into your slides. “Back to work.” 

The older gentleman shook his head as he looked down at your choice in footwear. “Aren’t you worried you’d fall? The grass is still damp.” 

“Not really, and if I do, there’s a ton of handsome footballers to catch me.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a wicked smile. 

“Y/n!” He laughed, wagging his finger at you. “You're trouble.” 

“You like trouble, boss man.” You clicked a photo of him laughing before walking back onto the pitch. 

Making the rounds, the boys pretend you aren’t there as they go about their evening. You already mentioned you get the best photos that way; candid. 

There were a handful of solo shots being taken and you finally made it towards the group at back of the pitch. 

The Greek defender straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches Cody pass the ball to Andy, who passed it to him. 

Andy knew the boys well enough to know at this point and in this heat, they’re just going through the motions. Hence his shock when he watched his teammate start showing off his tricks, starting his set of kick ups for no apparent reason. 

The Scotsman noticed your presence, the click of your camera catching his attention. He laughed, head leaning back as his hand came up to his chest. Virgil looks over in concern, confused as to why Andy started laughing by himself but when he realizes who was lurking around, he too laughs. 

“Kostas, man!” Ibou groans, “are you gonna pass the ball or not ?” 

“He won’t,” Andy butts in before Kostas can even react. “Don’t you see who’s over there?” He nods towards the woman just two feet away. “He’s showing off for y/n.” 

You can’t help the laugh you let out, rolling your eyes. “Shut up Andy,” you snorted. “I don’t know how Rachel puts up with you.” 

“It’s my wits and charm that keep her in love.” He flashed you a smile, making you chuckle as you shook your head. 

At this point, Ibou had managed to finally get the ball away from Kostas but lost it as he tried to get past Virgil - they called him big Virg for a reason.

It rolls over to you, you stop it by placing your foot on top of it. You pass it back in the same way they’d expect one of their teammates to kick it back to them. 

Kostas’s jaw hung open, shocked at how well you did that. 

“In slides,” Joel nods to himself in approval. “Well done, y/n.” 

You smiled, doing a little pose as you lifted your shoulder. “Got skills for days.” 

“With a Z?” Virgil looks over at you, a smile on his face. 

“Skills and days with a Z, big man.” The two of you shared a laugh. 

After what felt like a million hours in the heat, the boys were wrapping up and the kit men were packing up. You take a few minutes to pack up your camera stuff, a few of the boys were doing interviews and currently, it was Kostas’ turn. 

A few of the players watched him, making him nervous for no reason. “We wanna go, Kos. Hurry up.” Ibou teased, shouting from the little balcony. Trent butts in to say, “come on Kostas, I wanna go bro.” 

Virgil was watching them when you walked over. You peeked over the man’s shoulder who moves when he notices you, putting his arm around you before whispering in your ear. 

Kostas looks over when he hears your laugh and you could swear that you saw a flint of jealousy in his eyes. Surely that’s not it, everyone was just tired and the boys were annoying him.

That must be it. 

Ibou laughs when you whisper what Virgil had said to you.

He starts teasing his teammate once again; “Kostas, are you afraid? On the plane, no one can sleep because you talk too much. Now when you can talk, you don’t wanna talk.” 

You watch from the little balcony as Virgil and Ibou head down one by one, staring down the man doing his interview. Cody joins in on the fun and Kostas is so over them, internally groaning at his irritating teammates. 

They wanted to leave so badly and yet they were the ones that were causing him to take longer than necessary.  

You felt a bit bad about all the teasing, calling to the three troublemakers. ”Come on boys, leave Kostas alone.” 

“Yeah,” the Greek nods, “listen to y/n.” 

Cody snickers, “I bet you’d love to listen to y/n, huh?” 

Kostas is red in the face as Cody falls into Ibou laughing, the two of them in a fit of giggles. Kostas hoped he could blame the redness on the heat and you were getting closer by the second, the man was begging for a breeze to cool himself down.

Thankfully, you had missed the comment with the cheesy sexual innuendo because you were coming down the stairs a few feet away.

Once you made it over, you grabbed both Cody and Ibou by the wrists like school boys, pulling them up from their seats. All you had to do was look in Virgil’s direction for him to follow suit. 

“Let’s leave Kostas to finish his interview in peace, yeah?” 

The man in front the camera smiles, his heart fluttering at the sight of you - as was something else when he noticed the grey leggings you had on but those were thoughts best saved for when he was alone. 

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The cold shower welcomed you back to the land of the living after the evening in the heat. You were getting ready to go over the photos from the session, your memory card plugged into your laptop to upload as you got ready after your shower. 

A knock on the door interrupts you as you brushed your hair. Setting the brush down, you made your way over to the door to see who it was. 

On the other side of the door stood Kostas, a green tube in his hand as he smiled at you. 

“Hey,” you smiled, confused as to why he was at your door. 

“Hey, I uh.. sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” 

“You’re never a bother, is everything okay?” 

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, holding out the green tube to you. “You forgot this on the bench, or I guess it fell from your pocket?” 

It’s your chapstick, mint flavoured. Your initials are scribbled on the cap in black sharpie because you and Andy use the same one; this way there’s no confusion. 

“Oh thank you,” you reached over and took it from him. “You didn’t have to do that, I have like four more in my makeup bag. I lose these all the time,” you laughed, tucked it into the pocket of your shorts. 

Kostas shrugs, a smile on his face. The laptop chimed from its spot on the bed, signalling that it’s done uploading the pictures. 

“Wanna see the pictures from the training session? I have to go through them anyway and I got a few good ones of you.” 

The man peeked over your shoulder, “I couldn’t intrude.” 

“You’re not, I’m inviting you in.” 

You stepped to the side, letting him come in. Kostas follows you to the bed, watching as you climb onto it and pull the laptop onto your lap. You’ve got on a pair of black shorts and a red tshirt with a little lfc logo on the top. 

As much as he enjoyed the view, he’d like the outfit much better if it was on the floor. 

“Are you coming?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, patting the empty spot next to you. “I don’t bite.”

Kostas slips off his shoes, climbing onto the bed. “What if I want you to ?” His eyes meet yours. 

You assumed he was joking but you answered him regardless. “I will.. but only if you ask nicely.”

His cheeks have a red hue and he clears his throat when he settles down next to you. The man sat so stiff, a statue seemed like jello in comparison. His eyes fixed on the screen as you clicked through the pictures. 

Kostas watched your manicured nails click along the keyboard, tapping the screen as you pointed out things to him. All he could focus on was how good they’d feel if they were being dragged down his back - the red of your nails matching the colour of the marks left behind. 

“Those are really good,” he finally says. “You’re so talented, y/n.” 

It’s your turn to blush, waving off the compliment with a smile. “It’s nothing, really.” 

You sent the photos off to the socials admin, letting them share out what needed to be when your laptop chimed once more, letting you know it was low on battery. The laptop was on the bed when you leaned off the side of the bed to grab the charger. Instinctively, Kostas reaches out to hold your hips, making sure you don’t fall off the bed. 

His touch burnt into your skin, you could feel everything but you ignored the feeling bubbling in your gut. You plugged your laptop in and set it on the nightstand to charge. 

There’s a comfortable silence in the room so you look over at Kostas. “Are you hungry?” 

“Uh.. I could eat.” 

Kostas didn’t get the heads up before you reached over his lap and over to the other night stand to grab the room service menu.

The man’s brows furrowed as you sat back up. “I could have grabbed it for you.” 

“Oh that’s okay,” you shrugged, flipping through the pages. “What are you feeling? I’m thinking a burger, maybe pasta?” 

“Those are two very different things, y/n.” 

“I’m aware of that, duh. I figured I could get both and we could split it unless you want something else?” 

Kostas shook his head, “that’s fine.” 

You called and ordered the food, settling into the pillows behind you as you looked for a movie to put on in the meantime. Kostas’s eyes were fixed on you, you could feel them burning into your skin with each passing glance. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry,” Kostas blurts, causing your brows to furrow. “You know, if the guys overstepped today.” 

“How did they overstep?” 

“With what Cody said.” 

Now you were really confused. “What did Cody do? He’s a sweetheart, I can’t imagine him saying anything bad.” You chuckled.  

Kostas internally groans, you clearly didn’t hear what Cody had said but now he’s got to explain. “He uh- he said how I’d like to listen to you.” 

You make a face; “what does that even mean?” 

“Well,” Kostas started, clearly a bit uncomfortable explaining the context of said statement. “I guess he meant.. in bed.” 

“Oh.” You pulled your lips together, holding back a snicker. You often forget that despite all being grown ass men and professional footballers, they had the minds of 15 year old boys. 

There’s a moment of quietness before you speak; “and would you?” 

Kostas stops picking at his nail to look at you, “would I?” He trails off. 

“Would you listen to me.. in bed?” 

Your eyes finally met his; there’s a sense of urgency that flashed in his brown eyes, his cheeks flushed red despite the AC running and it’s like you can hear the gears turning in his head. He’s trying to think of the right way to say this without scaring you off.

“Yes.” 

There’s a slight smile playing on your lips, you can’t help but reach out and hold his chin, forcing him to focus solely on you. 

“Good.” 

Kostas isn’t exactly sure what flipped in him but he leans over and into you, chest pressed to yours as his lips meet yours. 

There’s an instant connection between the two of you as if you’d been a couple for years; Kostas’s hands find your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You straddled the player under you, hands cupping his jaw in an attempt to pull him closer.

The two of you were as close as you could possibly get, his warm hands slipped under the red shirt you had on. 

Your own hands pulled on his shirt, the two of you separating for a second to pull it off completely - a second that felt like an eternity to him. 

Just as he does to pull your shirt up, there’s a knock on the door. The man groans, dropping his face into your chest. 

You grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back. Kostas groans, a happy one but looks up at you. “It’s the room service.” 

“Tell them to take it back,” he pulls you against him for another kiss. 

You giggled, getting off of his lap. Kostas rolls over on the bed and grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Kos,” you whine, trying to get your hand loose. 

“Whattttt?” He reaches over to give you one more kiss. 

“The food is gonna get cold, let me just grab it.” 

“Then you’ll come right back?” 

“Yes.” 

“Promise?” He held his pinky out to you. 

You laughed, interlocking your pinky with him. “Promise.” 

He lets you grab the food from outside, the hotel staff left the tray outside considering that you didn’t answer the door. You leant down to grab it off the trolley and you could feel Kostas’s eyes on your ass. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

He smiles, waiting for you to put the tray down. “Staring never hurt anyone.” 

“I mean, if you’re a stalker it probably would.” 

Kostas rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you back onto the bed with him. His lips find yours again, the two of you tangled together on top of the sheets. 

You’re on your sides, looking at each other. Your finger traced over his jaw, Kostas turns his head to press a kiss to it.  

“It wasn’t so hard for you to admit you liked me, hm?” 

“You say that as if you knew,” he laughed. 

“Of course I knew.” 

“You did?” He looked a bit shocked. You never give him any signals that you had a clue.

“I told you I got skills for days, with a Z.” 

Kostas laughs, pulling you into him. “Oh shut up.” 

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"I'm fine" - Kostas Tsimikas

Who: Kostas Tsimikas Prompt: "Don't worry, I'm fine." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of injury

As the wife of a professional footballer, you were familiar with Kostas coming home with an injury every once in a while. But you never fully got used to see him all bruised and battered or in pain. Whenever that happened you always went into full caring and protection mode, making sure Kostas would be as comfortable as possible.

Kostas, on the other hand, always tried to tone down any injuries he sustained. He hated to see you worried, although he quite enjoyed the pampering you gave him whenever he was injured.

"Oh, my god!" The first thing you saw as Kostas came home after training was the freshly crafted cast on his left forearm. "Don't worry, I'm fine," he tried to ease you. "Fine?!" You cried out, "a cast around your arm usually doesn't mean you're fine!" "Okay, I might have broken my wrist a little bit," Kostas confessed with a guilty smirk. "A little bit?" You frowned, "I don't think you break your wrist 'a little bit', babe." Kostas chuckled, before winking at you. "I'm special." You rolled your eyes at him and sighed in exasperation.

Kostas stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You had to admit he was rather relaxed under this injury.

"What even happened?" You asked once he'd released the kiss. "I tripped over my own feet and fell," Kostas chuckled, "really stupid." You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. This definitely sounded like something that could only happen to Kostas. "But, doesn't it hurt?" You asked, seriously now. "Nah," Kostas shrugged, "it's not too bad." "Shame," you smirked, "I was about to suggest cooking you some Greek food to make things a little more bearable for you." "Oh." Kostas' eyes lit up. "Well, in that case, it hurts very much. I'm in lots and lots of pain."

His lopsided grin alone was enough to make you weak in the knees for him. You leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. "I'll get cooking then."

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[findingnemosworld]

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( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬? )

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[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

The text message was unexpected, what was even more unexpected was his visit to her café, a small and local place in the village, frequented by the residents here - including him, he'd decided to stop by on an afternoon, dressed in an all white ensemble which complimented his tanned skin, his hair was up in a bun which she had never expected him to pull off, there were faint lines in his eyes whenever he smiled and the increase of tattoos across his skin.

" I'm glad you came " she manages to muster up, through a shaky voice. " That -erm - ... that you made time to see me " she adds, her digits nervously toyed with the bracelet around her wrist. " How's life with you? how're your parents? I haven't seen them in a while "

" They're good " He nods with a smile, " Life is good, I'm playing for Liverpool, It's been good, busier than ever but good "

" I heard " She states, not wanting to divulge further into the fact that she watched every matched played in, be it for Liverpool or the national team. " I'm happy for you "

The conversation shifts from work to trivial topics to the beautiful weather in the village, and while she wanted to bring back a sense of normalcy, his eyes were a giveaway of how guarded he was and she knew exactly why, after all - she's the biggest blame for that.

It all stems back to three years ago, specifically in December - before he left, he'd informed her of his decision to move and while he expected her a level of love and support; the fear of being hurt again had resulted in her shattering his heart first, declaring that their love shattered with this, that they did not stand a chance with him now living miles away.

The last time they'd seen one another, he'd gotten her roses and instead of watering them, she chose to neglect them.

" Kos " She murmurs, her eyes glossy with the tears threatening to fall. " I'm sorry, for that night " she swallows the lump in her throat.

" Άγγελος, σε παρακαλώ ( Angel, please ) " He interjects with a soft tone.

" No, just hear me out " She states with a sad smile, " I thought I made the right decision back then, because you know that I had gone through so much before I met you, and when you told me you were leaving, the fear of us never finding a common ground, or worse, losing touch ... it was so consuming that, I decided to cut off the rope before it became too painful to hold onto, and what I thought was freedom slowly transformed into me missing you, and wishing that I realized how much you loved me when you were mine, and if I had the chance, I would change time "

He casts his gaze away, recalling that day as well - how painful it was to hear her say that she no longer loved him. " I never forgot you " he said with a faint smile, " In one of the interviews that I had done after the penalty I took, they asked me who was the biggest supporter that pushed me to keep going, I said, god, my family and you "

The way in which he mentioned her was enough to soften her heart, resulting in her suggesting that they should take a stroll seeing as she was done for the day, and a stroll is what they took.

The streets were familiar, and in a ludicrous sense - reminiscent of the nights that they'd sneak away from their friends, and walk together, chatting endlessly about their hopes and dreams.

" You look tired! " He breaks the silence by pointing out her current appearance which resulted in a dry chuckle from her, " Have you been sleeping well? "

" No, these days I ... " She trails off, and sighs. " I haven't been sleeping properly, every night I stay up and the day I left you, just keeps rewinding inside of my head "

" Oh " He murmurs.

" You know, I beat myself up over not calling you on your birthday " She said, which was true - within those three years, each time his birthday rolled around, she grabs her phone; wanting to call or send a message yet she couldn't find it in her, afraid that he wouldn't answer.

" I would have answered " He assures her, " perhaps not on the same day but I would have "

She smiles, " I thought about the summers we spent together, all the reckless adventures we took, remember when we took a hike and you thought that it would be fun to slide down, only to get hurt " she laughs.

He laughs along with her, " Beautiful times "

" They were beautiful times, the car rides were my favorite, especially when I'd look at you laughing from the passenger side, every joke for some reason made you laugh " She states, " I still don't know why "

" That's easy " He shrugs, " That was because you were the funniest person I know "

They stop by a familiar spot they used to frequent, they remain silent for a brief moment before she opens her mouth to say, " I realized from that day how much I loved you, it was fall time and the weather was unexpected, similar to how your love had hit me, unexpected and so beautiful "

" And then ... " He paused, " winter rolls around ... "

" Winter, the cold and dark days facilitated the fear I felt " She nods then looks at the two elders strolling together, " The fear of not spending the rest of my life with you here, you had given me so much love and I gave you nothing but goodbyes "

They continue walking, this time with nothing but comforting silence - this stroll seemed to grant them the closure that they needed.

" I missed you in that time " She said, " I tried to move on but I couldn't, from your tanned skin to your smile to the way you talked to me and comforted me, you were so good to me, so right " she takes a moment to compose herself, " the way you held me in your arms that night in September, a week after my dad died, you held me in a way that helped me gather myself back together "

He takes her hand in his to give it a gentle squeeze, not wanting to utter a word to allow her to continue.

" That was the first night you watched me cry, and every time I remember that, a sense of wishful thinking or me ludicrously dreaming that ... If we were to get the chance to rewind, I would love you properly " She wipes away the tears. " However I -um- ... I know that we can't have really turn back time, but I'll always cherish the moments that we had, we had gotten to a place now where we cannot be the two young souls in love, so if the door to your heart is closed, I understand "

Three years had passed, and yet every time she sees him, she remembers that awful day, in December where their love had crumbled; and as much as she tries to claim that she had moved on, she can't help but wish there was a way to reverse time, to undo her wrongdoings, and to love him properly.

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[lfc21]

Wiping away their kisses

TW: fluff

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Kostas was one of the most romantic and affectionate people you had ever met but what happens when you wipe away the one thing he loves about you.

You rested your head on the bare skin of your boyfriend's chest as the feeling of his fingers running up and down your back created a comforting blanket over the pair of you. Your eyes were wandering at the many different objects in your and Kostas's shared room which held some of the most amazing and lifelong memories. You lazily held your large phone in your hand as you didn't have the effort to open up the mobile world. Kostas's other hand wasn't occupied by your current personal attention on your back whilst he held his phone as his eyes scanned the many tik toks trending on his for you page. As the sound of the familiar songs and sounds filled the room you remembered the challenge that sent you to giggles every time - the wiping away their kisses challenge. Kostas had started to become familiar with every football trend on social media since starting his career but he didn't have a clue about any sort of couple and relationship trends, which only work in your favour.

"I don't have training today baby," Kostas said sitting up in bed with your head still resting on his chest.

"aww, that's a shame" You teased with a laugh as you looked up at his sulking face with pouted lips and sorry-filled eyes. You brushed your hand through his hair as his face turned into a more pleased and presentable manner. You grabbed your phone quickly from beside you as you thought this was your perfect chance to complete another tik tok challenge.

"Your sarcasm is so annoying baby," He said with a laugh as he rested his eyes shut still in a half-asleep state wanting to enjoy his extra hours in bed. As he was occupied savouring the last of his dreams you quickly rested your phone on the bedside table until quickly lying back down on his large chest. You rested your chin on him as your eyes landed on his structured jaw and long lashes. You could have admired him like this all day - his sleepy face and comfortable body resting in the bed you both shared.

"Your so cute" you whispered as you kissed his chest. His eyes peeled open and looked at you with his signature smile.

"Not as cute as you" he mumbled as he wiped his hands up and down his face as you sat up next to him. His head rested on your shoulder as your phone was still recording perfectly. "I could stay like this forever" he added in a whisper as his lips planted a kiss onto the flesh of your shoulder.

"Eww" you frantically said whilst wiping away where he had just kissed. He sat up straight looking at you now displaying his shirtless body with long-hanging grey joggers on.

"What was that?" He asked in his Greek accent whilst his eyebrows furrowed and made a confused expression known on his face.

"Hmmm?" You mumbled as if everything was fine.

"You wiped my kiss away, no?" He asked again thinking he had seen wrong. You quickly turned your head pretending to find something on your bed. Kostas had his eyes all over you, he wanted to kiss you and keep you under his touch forever. He leaned over and kissed your arm as he normally would with every chance.

"Kos stop" you mumbled a moan as you wiped away the kiss from your arm and went back to searching for your tv remote in the large material of your duvet.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked with clear confusion as he threw himself back on the bed now laying flat he ran his fingers up and down your back as he lazily watched you.

"Nothing babe," You said casually as you laid back down and heard the familiar sound of your TV turning on. Kostas wriggled next to you as his head fell into the cruck of your neck and his long arms managed to wrap around your torso. His lips kissed the flesh of your skin making you quickly move from his touch. "Kostas" you warned as his head snapped up. You whipped your neck yet again trying to look as bothered as possible.

"Baby I swear to god" he snapped with his Greek accent becoming more prominent than ever before. He leaned his body over yours as his arms layer next to your head trapping you in. You couldn't help but laugh at the left backs actions as he pressed his nose into yours.

"I've done nothing" you lied with a giggle as he quickly planted as many kisses on your face as possible. You squirmed under his touch with a laugh as you tried to escape.

"You keep wiping away my kisses" he explained as he took a breath from kissing the life out of you. You grabbed his face between your hands as you pressed your lips onto his trying to shut his words up.

"Do you feel better now?" You asked knocking your head to the side as he mumbled a yes in response. You rapped your arms around his resting body on yours and enjoyed this moment as best you can.

Once you had finally posted the tik tok everyone was quick to comment on how cute you and Kostas actually are. He was also sure to get lots of questions from the boys due to his clingy and very romantic behaviour.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Kostas imagine from the tik tok prompt list ❤️ please leave feedback and requests as I greatly appreciate them and they help me progress in my writing ✍️ have a good day 😇 2022 masterlist 💌 2023 masterlist 💌

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[joaofelix70]

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── joão félix sequeira.

a crescent love, an ephemeral passion ── joão félix

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

69 with joão félix

summary: a concept of you and joão félix sharing jubilation and becoming one.

── dominik szoboszlai.

miss diplomat and mr. charming ── dominik szoboszlai

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

── kostantinos "kostas" tsimikas.

none yet.

── rúben dos santos gato alves dias.

none yet.

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[fletchysohot]

VII.

Achilles, Achilles, Come Home

Short one about being completely intensely in love and saying goodbye to Kostas before he leaves for international break. (It's very artsy so thats a warning for you ❤️ )

Word count : 1.4k

The stadium is brimming with excitement, the cheers of a sea of blue, red and white drowns out the sound of the Greek fan cheers. With each passing moment your stomach grows more worried and excited, cold sweat trickling down your spine. You are very aware of the power difference between the two teams - the tale of Ereuthalion and Nestor from the Iliad retold on the pitch in front of you. And so you can't help but crane your neck searching the pitch, trying to find the man you are looking for.

There he is, your Greek boy. Kostas' skin glows from spending the seemingly endless days under the Greek sun. Your eyes trace the tattoos along his skin, fingers itching to touch him. To have him in your orbit for just a minute. You admire the way his muscles bulge with each movement of his slender body as he chases the ball, trying to keep it out of the french defender's reach. Your eyes admire the way his clothes drape against his body, like armour made of cloth. His hair is shorter than when you held him last, you note. And the colour has morphed from his usual water soaked wood into a dark gold now framing his face with unruly waves that move and bounce with his swift movements. He's cut it most likely due to the heat and how it got in his way when playing, you think to yourself. The sun illuminates him like one of those Greek heroes from your books and movies, missing only a crown of golden laurels. 

The shrill ringing of Kostas's alarm wakes the both of you, and somehow everything suddenly feels cold and distant. A sadness fills the air around you. A sense of finality lingers in the air, like the blade of a guillotine, threatening to cut through the fleeting moments of closeness that the two of you have been trying to latch onto. 

You blink your eyes open to look at him, to see the way the sleepiness fills every crevice of his features chiselled by a sculptor. You let your fingers trace his cheek and shoulder, almost expecting marble, noting the way his beautiful eyes follow your movements, like the would an opponent, careful and sharp, except his eyes are full of nothing but love and adoration,something reserved for only you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, treasuring the ability to touch him, feel his smooth skin against the pillowy fingertips, making it last just before the moment passes. 

“Is there anything I can say to make you never leave?” you whisper, meeting his eyes once again.

“We both know there isn't.” He frowns, moving a lock out of your face. “I would love to stay… but you know it would not be right.”

“I wish I could come with you,” you let your thumb run over his bottom lip as you speak, “wake up next to you every morning. Like this.”He doesn't reply, but the way he almost bites back tears at the mere thought of what that would be like, makes everything sting. It's not fair to make him imagine a scenario like that. You feel your own chest drop as if someone has pierced an invisible dagger through your sternum and pulled out your heart and lungs rendering you unable to breathe normally, painlessly, a curse for even suggesting the option exists. You know he has to go and you know it's only temporary. A few weeks, not even a month, but each time is as painful as the last. 

“I love you,” you whisper, unable to find other words to fill the silence. 

“I love you.” He breathes out before turning onto his back and pulling you closer to him in one swift movement.

“I love you.” You say again, as if saying it a million more times will make time stop or make Kostas stay.

“I love you.” He repeats once for you and then again for himself.  “I love you.”

You mouth his words along with him, tasting each consonant and vowel like it is your last meal on earth. Sweet and sticky and poisonous.

You turn onto your stomach and place your chin on his chest, looking him in the eyes. You watch as he meets your eyes. He looks well rested, not a sight you see often, the traces of his insomnia only a long forgotten ghost edged into the smallest details of his features. Something only someone who knows his face better than their own hand would notice. You mentally count the hours that separate this moment from when you would be able to lay like this again. To look at him and touch him and kiss him. 

“What are you thinking about?” you hum, a desperate attempt to not worry about the number in your head.

“How pretty your eyes are…” he says softly, like he is too scared to startle some cosmic entity. 

As if on cue the alarm goes off again and the magic is lost, reality once again rearing its ugly head. You clutch onto him like a person drowning would to a life raft. Your eyes begin to sting and your heart speeds up and  the man below you begins to move. The feeling of everything crumbling around you sets in.

“Don't go yet!” You plead. 

“I have to…” He says in a defeated voice, the sense of duty battling his love for you behind his eyes. 

“Don't go yet!” you cry out against the skin of his chest. You know you are acting like a child but you want to prolong this as long as possible.“I know you have to go… just not yet!”

“Okay,” he stops moving and settles against the pillow. You both know you can steal each other only for a brief moment, to make the fantasy last only a few breaths longer. 

“Okay." You lay your head on his chest counting the beats of his heart, mentally making sure he's real. 

You almost keel over when you see the way his face grimaces as he stands in the doorway of your apartment, bags in hand, after hugging the dogs. You take his hand as if it is some kind of consolation prize, a kind of  “you can't stay, so here hold my hand.” He takes it, squeezing lightly. You don't speak, there is nothing that you could say that would salvage the situation. Kostas pulls you towards him, pressing your lips against his. When he finally moves backward out the door, your fingers touch until he's out of your grasp. You never were good at goodbyes, even if by now you should be used to them. 

The door closes behind him and he's gone. You are left alone. You lean your back against the door and your body loses control. Tears stream down your cheeks and your breath hitches with sobs. You run your hands through your hair trying to calm down, to ground yourself. Both Maui and Fuerte refuse to leave your side until your sobs calm and you are left helpless and alone.

Only a few weeks, not even a month. And you will talk on facetime every night.You can do this. 

Your phone beeps with a text from Kostas: 

“I love you❤️”

The game ends and you run to him as fast as your feet can carry you. The only thing you can think about is how much you want to be in Kostas' arms and how if you don't run fast enough he might somehow vanish. He spots you and his arms fly open instantly. Nothing around you matters to him anymore. The sadness from the loss is gone from his mind, replaced by the need to hold you. 

You collide and he nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your smell, his lips kissing your neck. 

“Kosti!” you cry out, tears on your cheeks. “Finally!” “Finally! Every “I miss you” and “I love you” and “The moon does not hold a candle to you.” and “You are the reason I believe that the Gods might fall in love with mortals.” does not feel worthy enough to express how much longing I have felt for you. Every minute and every breath we have been apart” he speaks into your shoulder, the smell of grass and sweat mixing with the scent of the summer evening air and your tears.

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