After a shit day yesterday I made it to the match, what a release it was.
Couldn’t help but notice how frustrated Kostas was, asking for passes, seeming so genuinely frustrated, obviously the kicking the ball at the other player and catching his head… not like our Greek scouser the man’s a lover not a fighter.
Except when we play united… oh wait maybe he’s getting into character for the weekend.
Maybe it’s cos dads leaving
Maybe he had a shit day too…
Here’s to rambling on about footballers feelings cos I’m just to soft for this shit.
Original Ask: why did I just picture kostas being playful with the photographer reader and asking her to pose for him 😭🤌🏻 (@findingnemosworld )
Word Count: 367 words
(author's note: this wasn't actually a request, but nemo commented it on a photo of kostas and inspiration hit me 🫡 it is quite short but I hope you all enjoy it !!)
Y/N loved being Liverpool’s photographer. Working alongside her boyfriend Kostas and the rest of the team was her favourite thing about the job. They were a tight-knit squad and had accepted Y/N immediately. They all loved her dearly and enjoyed having her at their training sessions.
The training session was nearly over and the team had begun messing around. They were taking photos of each other on Y/N’s camera. Y/N and Kostas were sat on the astroturf together. They were cuddled up to fight off the biting cold as they watched the team take their photos.
“The social media admins are going to kill me for this. I hope the other photos I took are good.” Y/N laughed, leaning further into her boyfriend.
“Are you kidding agapi mou? All the photos you take are perfect. Plus, the admins will love this and so will the fans.”
Y/N smiled. She could always rely on Kostas to reassure her of her worries.
“Kostas, Y/N, come take some pictures!” Andrew shouted over, gesturing for them to join them.
Kostas stood up and held his hands out for Y/N to grab. She slipped her hands into his, and he pulled her up off the ground. The pair then moved over to the rest of the group, and Kostas positioned himself behind the camera.
“Smile moró mou, maybe we can get some pictures of the best photographer in Liverpool.”
Y/N laughed at her boyfriend and began posing for the camera. Kostas laughed and encouraged her as they messed around with the camera settings.
It was the next day, and Y/N was looking over the photos the group had taken. She had forwarded the best ones to the social media admins and downloaded the others to keep for herself and Kostas.
She finished her final few jobs and headed to the canteen to show the photos to her boyfriend.
“I’ll have to be careful Kos, you’ll be taking my job straight out of my hands soon. Who would’ve known you were such a natural photographer?”
“It helps to have the most perfect muse.” He said winking at the girl in front of him.