#kostas tsimikas x reader
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The Smell Of The Holidays
Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader
Warnings: friendly neighbourly chats, sweet moments with kos and his puppies, a heartfelt thank you, a little crush from kos's end, some tattoo exploring, sexual tension, it's giving sub!kostas for a minute there, thigh riding - it's more dry humping than thigh riding but I digress, oral (f!receiving), 0.2 seconds of fingering, finger sucking, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.
Word Count: 3,565
Author's Note: I think this is my favourite and the longest fic so far. dedicated to the president of the kostas fan club, miss ivy @curiousthyme <333
merry smutmas series
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You over baked for your niece’s holiday bake sale so you do the neighbourly thing and share with your neighbour, Kostas and his two puppies.
Your brother was a single father, he’s a busy guy that he works long hours and you help out with your niece in whatever way you can. Your brother can’t bake to save his life so when she comes home saying she needs treats for the bake sale, he calls you.
You were baking treats for her holiday bake sale; cupcakes, cookies, brownies, lemon bars - you name it, you baked it.
The bake sale was for the whole school, they were raising money for a charity who helped underfund kids, or something along the lines. With your niece's missing tooth, she didn't annunciate the best.
You have been baking all day and it wasn't until you turned around to set the final tray of cookies down that you realized you had run out of counter, dining room, coffee table and couch space. The cooled and frosted cookies, brownies and cupcakes were sitting on the couches in their trays, the ones that were needing to be frosted were on the tables and you had the hot pans on your counters.
Carefully, you shifted a few things around to set the hot pan down, leaving it to cool.
Your hands on your hips, you looked around; you've baked yourself into a conundrum.
It wasn't until you heard the barking next door that you realized what you could do with all of the extra treats that you were baked. You finished frosting the last of what needed to be frosted before packing them away neatly into their trays and loading them into your car.
You went back inside and picked up a small tray that you had set aside specifically for your next door neighbour, Kostas.
He was kind and sweet and kept to himself most of the time. He had two puppies, who weren't really puppies but you addressed them as such; Maui and Fuerte. Kostas wasn't home much as he was very busy with his job but every now and then you'll see him in his backyard with his dogs, training or swimming laps or whatever it is that he does out there.
It's a neighbourly hello and a few tummy rubs for the puppies before you head out and go about your day.
You balance the tray with one arm, setting the majority of its weight against your jutted out hip. You knock on the door and wait for someone to answer. There's some barking before the door opens, you can hear Kostas shooing the puppies away to stop them from coming out.
Behind him, you can see into the living room; a massive tree stood tall in the centre by the window, ornaments hung plentiful along the green branches. There's a few other Christmas-related things around the entryway.
"Hey!" He smiles, black sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white vest that clung to his chest in all the right places; you scolded yourself for gawking at him. "Y/n, right?" He points to you with his finger.
"Yeah," you smiled at him, "I hope I'm not bothering you."
"Not at all," he shakes his head, shifting to stop the dog you know as Maui from coming outside. She poked her head between his legs, looking up at you curiously. "What's up?" He asks, watching as you look lovingly at his puppy.
"My niece is having a bake sale at school and asked me to bake some treats for her and the thing is, I went a little overboard." You laughed. "I realized I made too much, and I figured I would do the neighbourly thing and bring some over for you."
"Oh," he smiles at you, taking the tray that was heavier than it looked from you. "Thank you very much, I was wondering if someone opened a bakery around here. I've been smelling it since this morning."
A soft laugh slipped past your lips as you shrugged. "It got hot with the oven running so I opened the window."
Kostas nods, shifting his leg a bit as Maui tries to wiggle her head away from his legs. You smiled at the dog, peeking over Kostas's left shoulder to see her tugging on a toy with Fuerte.
"The ones with the frosting on it aren't puppy friendly but I put some in there that don't have frosting so you could share with them. There's also a few brownies and other things, I wasn't sure what you like, so I tried to put a mix of everything."
Kostas nods, thinking to himself that it was very sweet of you to consider his puppies when packing the tray. "Was that intentional? You know, catering to the puppies ?"
"Yes but also no. I did intentionally not put frosting on some of them for the pups, but you know kids and their allergies, all the ingredients are safe for the puppies. I made sure to double check."
"Thank you, y/n. I really appreciate it - we're gonna be eating these for the rest of the week." He says, glancing down at the tray. "Would you like to come in?" He steps to the side a bit, and as much as you want to say yes, you don't.
"Unfortunately, I have to get treats over to my brother's house so perhaps another time?" You looked at him, hoping for a yes to your rain check.
"Definitely," he nods. "Thank you again."
"Anytime!" You skipped down the pathway, giggling like a teenager with a crush. Kostas watched from his front door, smiling at you. "Have a good day, y/n!" He calls after you.
"You too, Kos!"
The nickname was something he heard often, mostly from his teammates, but it was the way you said it that made him blush and almost giggled like a school boy with a crush.
Kostas shut the front door and set the tray on his dining room table. As he takes the tinfoil off the top, all he can think about is what he can do to find himself in your presence yet again.
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A few have gone by since you dropped in at Kostas's place and you had only seen him in passing since then.
You had successfully dropped off the treats for your niece and she called you to let you know that they were a hit. You had gone about your week as normal, tidying up and getting your place ready for the holiday season.
There was a knock on your door, you're a bit confused seeing that you weren't expecting anything or anyone, but you wiped your hands on the side of your shorts and found your way to the front door.
Much to your surprise, it was Kostas at the door; a pleasant surprise that is.
There's a rectangular box in his hand and an envelope on top. One hand on the bottom, and one hand on top to keep them in place as he smiles at you. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, of course." You nod, stepping aside to let the man in. "I'm sorry about the mess, I was in the middle of tidying up."
Kostas nods as he glances around, trying to spot what mess you were talking about. The entire house looked as if it had been staged, not a single thing out of place.
And you have carefully thought out where to place your Christmas decorations, and Kostas noticed that. Your tree sitting in your living room in a spot that commanded attention, garlands wrapped around all of the railings and ornaments hung on all of the branches. All topped off with a pretty red and green wreath on your front door.
"Where are the babies?" You asked him, shutting the front door as he took his shoes off. "Groomers, sent them to get their holiday clean up. I can't stay long, I just wanted to drop this off." He smiles, following you to the kitchen.
Kostas sets the box on the table, handing the envelope over to you.
"For me?" You asked, taking it hesitantly. "I hope this isn't payment for the stuff I dropped off, because if it is-" "No," he shook his head with a smile, "just a thank you."
You carefully open the envelope, taking a sheet of paper out of it, and unfolding it. There's a few flowers painted across the piece of paper, it was clear that he used the puppies' paws to make the petals of the flowers. Some scrawled handwriting which you assumed belonged to Kostas was in the middle of the page; thank you miss y/n.
"Tell Maui and Fuerte I love their picture," you smiled at him, sticking the page on your fridge with a magnet.
Kostas smiles, watching you. "I'll let them know they made it onto the fridge as well." He joked, watching as you straightened the paper and stuck another magnet on there to keep it up.
You walk over to the table, standing in front of Kostas who's now made himself comfortable in your space. "What's this?"
"A thank you from me, I'm not as artistically skilled as my puppies."
You smiled, opening the box to find a chocolate cake. The brown frosting covered the majority of it, there are a few green and red decorations around the border, resembling mistletoe.
"You didn't have to do all this," you tell him, walking over to get a knife and two plates, as well as forks.
"It's the least I could do." He watches as you cut into the cake, handing a piece over to him. "I took some of the treats into work, the boys say I should've given you more than just a cake." He chuckles, taking a bite as you shut the box.
You nod towards the couch, and Kostas picks up his slice of cake following you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. The now empty plates sat on the coffee table as you rambled on about something your niece had told you about the bake sale.
Kostas listened intently, but his eyes wandered. Your shorts and hiked up a bit when you dropped yourself on the couch. You noticed his staring, not mentioning anything but you knew he wasn't fully listening. You pull the hem of your shorts, fixing it back to its original length. Kostas noticed and glanced up at you, his cheeks flustered and red.
"Sorry," he whispers, blushing like a school boy with a crush.
"I don't mind," you whisper.
Kostas hums, his eyes wandering over your legs yet again. He can't help but notice the colourful ink peeking out from under the hem of your shorts. "You have tattoos?"
"A tattoo," you correct him, pulling the hem of your shorts up and over your hip.
Kostas's eyes follow the design from the top of your thigh to just over your hip bone. There's a vine with a trail of flowers scattered along it; roses, lilies, daisies, wild flowers, any and everything in between. There's a lot of intricate details, the lines carefully placed to make it look cohesive and the colours of the flowers complimenting each other.
He hums in appreciation, stopping himself from reaching out to touch it. "It's beautiful." He smiles, glancing up at you. "Is it the only one you have?"
You nodded, laughing. "I was 19.. and drunk."
"You went big for your first time," his eyes meet yours and you can't help but feel that his words have a double meaning.
You shrugged, slouching back in your seat. Your leg crossed over the other and your shorts hiked up a bit more, showing off a few inches of your skin that Kostas was begging to put his hands on.
"Most people say you get addicted, but I just did the one and done."
He hums, gesturing to his arms that were covered in various designs and words. "Case in point."
"Just your arms or you've got more?"
Kostas nods, "my left leg and my ribs, and behind my neck." He lifted his shirt a bit to show you the tattoo on the left side of his ribs - an intricate portrait of what looked to be Adam and God.
Hesitantly, your fingers reached out and traced the shape of the tattoo. Kostas's eyes trailed from your face down to your hand and to your fingers, watching as you carefully outlined the ink along his skin.
"Beautiful," you mumbled and Kostas's cheeks flushed red, watching as you slowly moved your hand away.
He knew you were talking about the tattoo and yet he blushed, as if you had called him beautiful - but in a way, you did. And you meant it.
"Maybe I'll get another one, something small." You tell him and Kostas nods, offering to take you to his guy. Always the first one to offer up help and advice, he can hear Thiago's words in his head.
You look down at his leg, he was in shorts despite the cold winter air that nipped at you any time you opened the door - he had run over from his place after dropping the puppies off. You can see the lower half of his leg, the delicate shading and line work made up a stunning tattoo along his leg, the ink on his thigh peeked out from under the hem of his shorts.
"What's under there?" You nod and Kos's brows furrowed, looking at you for an explanation. "Under where?" He asks, making you giggle. It took him a second to realize why you were giggling but then he too, began to laugh.
You shook your head, "I meant your thigh, what's on your thigh?"
Kostas lets out a sound of understanding, shifting to pull the leg of his shorts up so you could see the tattoo. There's a massive portrait of a lion roaring, it didn't seem like Kostas's taste in tattoos but at the same time, it fit him to a T.
He nervously bites at his bottom lip as your hand rests on his knee, carefully slides up to his thigh. "Is this okay?" You whispered, glancing at him. Kostas nods, not sure if he remembers how to speak or even breathe - it feels as if you had taken all the air out of his body.
Your hand slips further up, leaning into the man in front of you. Kostas glances at your lips, your eyes and back to your lips. He sees your tongue wet your bottom lip, pressing them together.
Just as you were about to speak, Kostas beat you to it; "can I kiss you?"
You smile, "I thought you'd never ask."
His hand reaches for your jaw, holding it gently as if you'd break. Kostas brushes his thumb over your cheek, smiling at you sweetly before closing the gap between the two of you.
It was something out of a movie, you had never felt this way about anyone before. It just made sense; you fit against him as if you were meant to be there all along.
Kostas must have had the same thought, pulling you over and onto his lap, letting you straddle him. His hand slips down your side, resting on your hip. "You're so beautiful."
You can't help the blush on your cheek, you lean down to kiss him once again. You can feel his shorts rubbing along your inner thighs as he pulls you to him, trying to have you as close to him as possible. A hand on his shoulder, rolling your hips slightly to test the waters.
He seems to have gotten the idea; lifting his leg to give you more leverage. Your thighs are slotting either side of his, Kostas's hand rests on your hip, lazily brushing his thumb over your hip bone. He watches closely, listening to every little sound that slips past your lips.
"Kos," you mumbles, and the man perks up. "What is it, love?"
"Want you."
The words barely leave your lips and you're being flipped over, flat on your back before he pulls you by your legs, re-situating you to his liking.
Kostas is careful, pulling your shorts and panties off - they're tossed somewhere behind you. It's an issue for later. He kisses up from your calf, letting your legs rest over his shoulders. He's gentle, calculated - as if he knew exactly what to do, as if he had done it before.
Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully against his face but Kostas's hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down. He glances up at you, a wicked smile on his face. "Is this okay?" He whispers into your skin, moving closer to exactly where you wanted him.
You nod, "please." The word comes out a bit more desperate sounding than you'd like but you could care less. You needed him - in every single way.
His hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit.
Your body juts forwards - not only from the pulling but from the feeling of his tongue on you. Reaching forward, your manicured fingers tangle in his hair.
Kos' tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face.
He didn’t care.
He loved it.
A soft groan leaves his lips when you tug on his hair, trying to move him a certain way. “That- oh!” Your chest heaves, tugging on his hair to get him to do that again.
His grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble scratching along the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, pulling you closer as his nose brushed against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.
Kostas glances up, his tongue on your clit and he can’t help but admire the view above him. Your chest heaving, tits spilling out over the black lace over your chest, your head tossed back and eyes fluttering closed as his name falls from your lips like a prayer.
He lets you pull him closer, his nose brushing your clit, replacing his tongue as he moves it elsewhere, his fingers pushing into you slowly. He sits up a bit, fingers curling and pumping in you, your eyes still closed.
His free hand reaches up to hold your jaw, pulling your focus to him. “You’re perfect, did you know that?” He asks and you can barely focus enough to grasp the words he was saying, let alone give him an answer.
“Need you,” you mumble.
“What do you need?” He asks.
“Need you.” You say once more.
He hums, he knows he’s not gonna get much more of an answer from you, he just had to give you what you wanted and Kostas knew exactly what you wanted.
You whimper at the loss of his fingers but passes his fingers over your lips, letting you suck on them for a moment as he shuffles his pants down.
Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when he pushes onto you, your leg pulled up onto his hip and he leans over you. His lips brushes against yours,
Kostas's cock twitches when you clench around him, “oh fuck,” he breathes, forehead against yours. “This pussy was made just for me, hm? Take me so well, my pretty girl.”
He pushes the straps off your shoulders, tits spilling out over the top of the bra. He glances down, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and he leans down to kiss you once more, leaving a trial of marks and sloppy kisses until he reaches your tits.
There’s a faint purple mark between your tits; his new favourite spot.
“You're so pretty like this,” he says, your hips buck, wanting more from him. He can feel you clench around his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum, darling.”
“Kos.. please.” You breathe, and he gives in, he can’t help himself; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. “Want you to fuck me full,” you whisper to him. He shuffles a bit, pulling both of your legs over his shoulders.
The change in position does it; his thrusts sloppy, signalling that he too was close. You feel Kostas cum, your legs dropping off his shoulders as you do.
He's still buried in you when he drops down onto you, landing with an oof. You let out a giggle, your hand passing through his messy hair as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.
The two of you lay there for a while, basking in each other's company and the silence. It hits you; "Kos?"
"Yeah?"
"Aren't you supposed to go get the puppies?"
"Oh crap!" He's pulling himself up, hurrying to get dressed. You take that as your cue to get redressed as well. You figured you'd see him again at some point, not expecting him to grab your hand. "Do you wanna come with me?" He asks, walking with you to the front door.
"Isn't it too early to introduce me to the kids?" You joked, already grabbing your hoodie.
Kostas smiles, "they love you, and.."
"Yeah, same." You smile, the words left unsaid for another time.
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Kink Bingo
I'm super excited to be writing these and get stuck into a naughtier side of smut - a side that you've asked for more of!
My kink bingo card is as below. If you want one of your own, let me know.
face sitting - Lewis Hamilton
breeding kink - Lewis Hamilton
sub!player - Charles Leclerc
cnc - Antoine Griezmann / Ruben Loftus-Cheek
praise kink - Darwin Nunez
squirting - Lewis Hamilton
anal - Rodrigo De Paul x reader x Teammate
plus size - Virgil van Dijk / Kevin De Bruyne
sex worker (web cam / escort / OF / glamour model etc) - Charles Leclerc
mirrors - Joe Gomez
toys - Rodrigo De Paul
restraints - Kostas Tsimikas
pegging - Antoine Griezmann
knife play - Antoine Griezmann
f/m/f - Joe Gomez
mutual masturbation - Ruben Dias
glory hole - Oscar mingueza
voyeurism - Dominik Szoboszlai
asphyxiation - Dominik Szoboszlai
cheating - Rodrigo De Paul
role play - Rodrigo De Paul
cream pies - Dominik Szoboszlai
Size Kink - Dusan Vlahovic
switch - Leon Goretzka
dress up - Antoine Griezmann
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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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*.·:·.✦ timeless redamancy ✦.·:·.*
pairing: kóstas tsimíkas x female reader
summary: in which you and kóstas' relationship evolve through each yearly interview
author's note: greek scouser been looking a little too yummy lately. had this idea from a kóstas fic by @curiousthyme but also trent’s interview for channel 4 sport and the pregnant presenter
word count: 1072
2021
“Hello everyone, welcome to a new interview. Today, we are joined by Liverpool’s Kóstas Tsimíkas as he recently celebrated his first year at the English club. Hello Kóstas”
He responded with a quick “hello” as you continued the interview’s introduction. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel his eyes set on the side of your face. His strong gaze unsettled you as you tried your best to keep your composure in front of the lens.
“So, back in 2020, you joined LFC. How do you feel about this first year at this new club?”
“Well, it has been a great start. I’m enjoying myself with the team. We work hard everyday and try to improve ourselves each day so…it’s good”
With each question, Kóstas didn’t look away from your eyes. Throughout all the years, he would always lose himself in your iris, drowning in your pupils. Every part of you fascinated him and he showed it, regularly gazing.
“Moving on, I’ll go back to your first year in Liverpool and I’ll get a bit more personal. How did you get used to the city and overall new life?”
“Well…it was hard at first but now it’s okay” You watched as he thought of what to say. “My family is a bit far but I still have people here. My teammates, my girlfriend so I’m good”
It was hard to keep a straight face as he mentioned you. He never talked about your relationship but he thought it was a good opportunity to destabilise you.
“Oh, your girlfriend ? Nice”
You both shared a smile before going back to the interview.
2022
“Hello everyone, welcome to a new interview” You smiled at the camera, sitted on the comfortable chair, legs crossed “Today, we are joined by Liverpool’s Kóstas Tsimíkas. Hi Kóstas, how are you?”
“I’m good, thank you, how are you ?”
“I’m great, thanks for asking. So first, I’d like to know how life has been recently ?”
No matter how much professionalism you gained within the year, interviewing your boyfriend was still the hardest challenge you had to face. You still felt the butterflies in your stomach just from him looking at you in your eyes. Kóstas knew about it and loved teasing you in public, trying to make you break character at each interview. Just like he did now.
“I had to face hard moments, but life has been good. I’m still enjoying myself at the club and yeah…I love it here”
As you asked your questions, your right hand played with your ring finger where sat a shiny diamond ring. You twisted it from time to time, stopping once you noticed your producer’s widened eyes, wordlessly warning you about your unnecessary movements.
“How do you try to improve your performances each game ?”
“By training, keeping a good diet and a healthy lifestyle in general. At the club, we always try to do better than the game before so the team’s mentality influences my determination”
You opened your mouth to ask your next question only to be interrupted by your partner.
“I see you got a ring, you’re married ?” Kóstas asked, a smirk on his face.
You blushed, struggling to find the words to answer.
“Yes I just got engaged. I didn’t know you were so observant”
“Yeah, I proposed to my girlfriend recently so my mind is set in that mood”
You quickly moved on since you knew any more words on it would distract you from your job.
You silently mouthed as he answered the question you just asked: “You’re the worst”.
2023
“Hello everyone, welcome to a new interview” You smiled at the camera, a hand on your hard 7 month-old pregnant belly, body slightly inclined on the armrest for comfort. “Today, we are joined by Liverpool’s Kóstas Tsimíkas as he signed a new deal with the club, hi Kóstas, how are you?”
It had become a known fact to the public that you were his wife but you loved to play it off during interviews and never be straightforward.
“I’m good, I see that you're expecting, congratulations. How are you?”
“It’s a tad tiring but my husband’s always there to help if I need” You winked at him discreetly as his smile got wider.
“I’m sure, he’s a great man” He added, making you chuckle at the way he praised himself.
“So tell me, what made you want to extend your contract?”
“I just feel comfortable here at the club and in the city. I don’t think there’s another club that’ll make me feel like this right now. And with things happening in my life, I’d rather be somewhere I’m settled”
He eyed your stomach while answering, seeing it move as your baby pushed it. He tried his hardest not to be disturbed and keep his focus on your questions.
The two of you had gone through a lot. You grew to go from a simple relationship to being married. And after all of these years, Kóstas always seemed to be amazed by you.
Your beauty had never changed
“So, last time we saw each other, you had gotten engaged, now you’re a married man, how does it feel ?” As you read the question, you turned to the producer behind the camera who wrote the question.
“It’s the best feeling ever” Kóstas held the biggest grin on his face as he looked into your eyes. “I have the greatest wife ever so taking this step was evident, you know. She’s my biggest supporter, always there for me so I’m glad to be able to call her my wife”
Your heart fluttered at his words. He rarely talked about you publicly but each time he did, he never forgot to praise you. And it made you blush each time. But today was different as your hormones were all over the place. And as much as you tried not to cry, tears brimmed up in your eyes.
“Oh my god, that is too cute” You waved your hand to dry the tears away.
“I know I’m the luckiest man ever”
You calmed down before going back to your questions and succeeding to finish it without another emotional excess.
“Well, we’ve come to an end with this encounter. Thank you to you guys for watching and a big thank you to you, Kóstas for your time”
“Your welcome, Mrs Tsimíkas” He winked at you, earning a laugh from you.
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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬
• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚 @ts1m1kas
( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚𝐲 … 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝟖𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.
If someone had told Kostas that he would spend the better part of his career pining over the club’s stunning photographer, he would have probably laughed in disbelief. After all, Kostas was not one to fall in love easily. He had his fair share of flings, but nothing that could be classified as an actual relationship. Yet here he was—hoping, wondering, and longing for someone he could not seem to shake from his thoughts.
One afternoon, as the team was gearing up for their Carabao cup final against Chelsea, Kostas couldn't help but notice how comfortable she seemed around his teammate, Dominik. How could she just stand there, looking absolutely stunning in her uniform with the camera in her hand?
"You're ridiculous!" Kostas was startled out of his thoughts by his teammate and friend, Andrew Robertson, who kicked the ball his way.
"What?" Kostas asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You’ve been pining over her for the past two years, we’re closing in on three and you have yet to tell her, come on mate…" Andrew chuckled.
"It’s not easy, okay…" Kostas sighed. "Look at her, bro!" He gestured to the photographer, who was now giggling at something Dominik said. "Dominik can flirt so easily, while I just end up stumbling over my words and making a fool of myself!"
Andrew raised a brow and replied, "That’s because you think she doesn’t like you when a little birdie says that she does…"
"What?" Kostas whipped his head towards Andrew in surprise.
"Trent overheard her talking to one of the social media employees, she likes you," Andrew said.
Kostas grew silent, shaking his head in disbelief. "No way… it’s impossible."
Throughout the training session, Andrew's words continued to echo in Kostas' mind, making him wonder whether there was a possibility that she felt the same way. Despite his doubts, he couldn't shake the thought and decided to find out for himself. This led him to visit her office one morning before training, with a mug of tea and a cookie in hand, hoping to finally ease into the conversation he had been avoiding.
"Kos, good morning," she greeted him with a cheerful tone.
"Good morning," he smiled, then placed the tea and cookie on her table. "I brought these for you, I figured you could use something since you've been working for the past hour and a half."
"Aww, Kos … you didn't have to, thank you so much."
He blushed in response and waved off the gesture, "It's nothing."
"Oh please, you're always so sweet to me," she grinned. "Now, what can I do for you?"
Kostas' cheeks reddened. "What makes you think I'm here for something?"
"Konstantinos …" she raised a brow then smiled, "your cheeks are betraying you … so go on, tell me?"
The young man sighed in defeat, "Alright, you got me … I'm in a bit of trouble."
"Oh?" she frowned in clear concern, "Is everything ok?"
"Yes, everything is fine … it's just." he paused for a brief moment, unsure if he should tell her. "You know how we're playing our last match and I'm going to travel back to Greece."
"Yeah?" she nodded.
"Well, I kind of have gotten myself in trouble." he chuckled softly.
"What kind of trouble?" she asked with an amused expression.
"I lied to my mom and told her I have a girlfriend." he admitted with a sheepish smile.
"Oh my …" she giggled.
"Yeah?" he blushed, before adding with a gentle tone. "So I was wondering if … you can come with me to Greece for two weeks as my fake girlfriend."
Her eyes widened, "Oh?"
He was visibly on edge, wondering if he had pushed it too far. "I … you can say no if you want to."
"No … no, I'm not saying no, I'm just stunned," she said with a surprised tone, "I … I'd love to help, I mean you're my friend so why wouldn't I help?"
He felt a twinge of ache in his heart at that word, friend … that's all he'll ever be. "Thanks, it'll only be for two weeks."
"Hey, I'm also getting a free vacation so I will take it," she teased.
He stood up with a broad smile and then said, "I really appreciate it, you have no idea."
She smiled, "Anything for my favorite and only Greek Scouser."
Once again she managed to make him blush with her words, he replied with a gentle tone. "Thank you."
The conversation had gone better than he actually expected, as he went about with training he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement over the prospect of getting to spend two weeks with her, this was his chance to hopefully confess what he had harbored for ages.
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To say she was stunned by the beauty of Greece was an understatement - she knew of the beautiful land thanks to Kostas' tales yet to see it all in person was truly an experiment for the young woman, she turned to Kostas as they were now in a taxi driving towards his old home, "Do you think your mother will like me?" she wondered with an uneasy expression.
"She will love you," he replied with a gentle tone, you're too easy to love … he wanted to add on but opted not to.
An hour and a half and they're finally at his old home, once Kostas paid the taxi driver - His mother, Areti had long stepped out with a broad smile on her face, "Ω γλυκό μωρό μου, you're finally here." she proceeded to embrace him. "I'm so happy to see you."
"Me too, Μητέρα," he smiled before gesturing to the young photographer. "Mom, this is the girl I was telling you about."
Areti turned to the young woman and smiled, "Ω, είναι σαν άγγελος όπως είπες."
Kostas blushed at the remark, "Mom please."
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Tsimikas," she greeted his mother politely.
Areti instead embraced the younger girl, "Call me Areti sweetheart, …" suddenly she tilted her head back and called out, "Christos, come out here; your son is here."
An elderly man who bore a striking resemblance to Kostas emerged from the house, walking towards his son to embrace him. "It's good to see you, Kostas," he said.
"You too, Father," Kostas replied with a soft smile.
Christos turned to the young girl and remarked, "Oh my… she is indeed as beautiful as you described her, Konstantinos."
Kostas' cheeks reddened. "Oh Lord!"
"I told you," Areti grinned.
The young girl blushed and said, "Thank you."
Areti then turned to her husband and son, saying, "Get the bags in, this angel and I will head to the kitchen."
She was led inside a moderately small yet beautiful home, filled with warmth and love. Walking behind Areti to the kitchen, she expressed, "I cannot tell you how happy I am that Konstantinos found a girl… Lord knows I told the boy not to pour his focus solely on football."
"He's not that hard to love," she replied with a soft smile.
"He can be sometimes, always so stubborn with his feelings. But you… you changed him," Areti said with a smile.
"Me?" she asked, looking confused.
"Yes, every time Kostas comes home, you're all he ever talks about. You have changed him, from a man who poured his whole life into football to a man so driven with life and passion," Areti explained.
Taken aback, she murmured, "I had no idea."
"That's because my son is the most stubborn fool, just like his father. When I first met Christos, it took him a month to display his emotions," Areti chuckled.
"Wow," she murmured.
"Konstantinos is very gentle, while he may not always show it, he's definitely gentle," Areti observed.
"He does display his emotions with me," she said softly, smiling.
"That's because you have his heart," Areti nodded.
As the pair continued to converse, Kostas poked his head in and said, "I hope she hasn't told you anything embarrassing…"
She giggled, "She did mention she was going to show me your childhood album."
Kostas groaned, "Mom, please…"
Areti laughed, "You know I have to! Now go call your father, dinner is ready."
Kostas nodded and disappeared into the living room, leaving the young girl thinking about what Areti had shared about him. It made her wonder if Kostas could really feel the same way towards her.
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"Dinner was interesting!" she exclaimed as the pair decided to take a stroll around his neighborhood after dinner.
Kostas smiled sheepishly at the remark, "Yeah … sorry about that, my parents can be a lot to take in."
"I think it's cute," she shrugged before adding, "It was also cute when she recounted that story of you hiking up a hill and then sliding down because you wanted to be daring."
Kostas chuckled nervously, "Yeah, more like stupid."
"No, I think it's cute," she swatted his arm and then giggled, "All of us have done stupid things in our lives. In fact, I once thought I could sneak out of my house undetected to go to a friend's party. Once I snuck back in … let's just say I paid the price."
"It's hard to picture you as a wild girl," he remarked with a chuckle.
"Why not?" she retorted with a raised brow.
"It's just …" he trailed off, with rosy cheeks. "Ever since I joined the team, I've always looked at you like you're this soft mythical creature that is like a magician with the camera."
Her lips curved into a sweet smile, "Aww, Kos, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," she proceeded to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.
He blushed, "It's only the truth."
Their stroll continued with a brief wave of comfortable silence before she said, "It's so beautiful at night."
"It is. Whenever I feel suffocated or generally sad, I usually take a stroll and I instantly feel better," he nodded in agreement.
"I can see why. I used to climb up to the roof of my childhood home with my sketch notebook and pencil. Then under the moonlight, I just let my creativity flow," she smiled wistfully.
"No wonder you know your proper angles," he grinned.
"Hey, it wasn't easy because my first photos were bad, but I'm thankful that I did not give up," she smiled.
"I'm thankful too," he added with a smile.
"Because I'm the only one who manages to make you look even better on Instagram," she teased.
"Also, because if you gave up, we wouldn't have met," he added with a gentle tone.
His words had managed to soften her heart, "You are one of a kind Konstantinos Tsimikas."
The male chuckled, "Hardly, but thank you."
As they paused to admire the starry sky, a wave of silence enveloped them. Rather than focusing on the stars, he found himself captivated by her, noticing how the moonlight highlighted her angelic features. God, you're beautiful, he thought to himself.
"Thank you, Kos," she smiled.
He quickly turned away, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "Y…you're welcome."
Note to self, keep thoughts to yourself, he thought, inwardly face-palming at how odd he must look.
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A few days into the trip, as she overslept, Kostas decided to have coffee with his mother out on the balcony. That's when Areti brought up the elephant in the room, "So, have you told her yet?"
Kostas turned to his mother, "What do you mean?"
"Twenty-six years I raised you, and you think I didn't put two and two together. You roped the poor girl into pretending to be your girlfriend, yet you did not actually tell her how you feel," Areti chuckled. "An idiot, just like your father."
Kostas groaned, "Mom."
"Don't 'mom' me," Areti laughed. "You know I'm right. Three years is a lot to carry, Kostantinos."
"I know, but it's really hard," Kostas let out a soft sigh. "I just stumble through my words and look like an idiot."
Areti smiled, "Love makes anyone an idiot. You think your father had a smooth sail before he got to me."
Kostas smiled, "I know."
"She's a wonderful angel — so kind, so sweet, and well-spoken. She is your αδερφή ψυχή."
"You think so?" he wondered, the prospect of having a soulmate had certainly crossed his mind more than once, yet he never truly believed it … until now.
"I know so. Take her out to dinner, treat her like a princess, and stop hiding your feelings," Areti smiled.
Kostas mulled over his mother's words, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized she was right. He had spent far too long with his feelings kept under a tightly shut lid. "I'll do it."
He had waited until she was awake. She stepped out dressed in her cute floral-printed pajamas. "Good morning, or afternoon … I can't believe I overslept that much," she giggled.
He offered her a sweet smile and then said, "I didn't have the heart to wake you up."
Areti piped up, "If only your father picked up this habit."
The young pair giggled, "Have you had breakfast yet?" she asked them.
"Yes, I've saved you a plate in the microwave. After eating, you better freshen up because I've told Konstantinos to show you the rest of Thessaloniki," Areti said.
Kostas grinned and then turned to her, "Go on."
She nodded and walked back inside the house. Areti waited for a moment before she whispered to Kostas, "you better do it."
"I will," he replied, watching her from where he was sitting.
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The couple took a drive around his neighborhood before stopping at a floral shop. He picked out a few flowers before returning to the car, leaving the young girl confused. "What's this?" she wondered.
He gestured for her to wait as he gently tied the flowers together to create a flower crown. He then placed it on her head, saying, "Now you look like a true goddess."
She smiled, "you are going all out for a pretend boyfriend!"
He held back a comment about the word "pretend" and chuckled instead, "I couldn't miss the chance to spoil my magician."
"Come on, you weirdo, I have a lot to see since you promised to show me your hometown," she giggled.
He replied, "Indeed, so buckle up my sweet angel."
Their day together showed where their relationship stood. There was tension between them, but neither was backing down. When they stopped for lunch at a restaurant, Kostas greeted the owner in Greek. She noticed how at home he seemed in his hometown compared to being on a soccer field for hours. They were seated at a table near the beach. "Wow," she whispered.
"The owner is a friend of my father's. I come here often," he explained.
"No wonder you seem so comfortable here. I like hearing you speak Greek. Why haven't you taught me some phrases?" she asked.
He chuckled shyly, "Because then you'd understand what I want to keep from you."
"What do you want to keep from me?" she asked.
He hesitated for a moment before saying in Greek, "How much I love you…"
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"How much you mean to me," he smiled, hiding his true feelings.
After a quiet lunch, they exchanged small talk. Afterward, Kostas suggested a walk on the beach, and she agreed. With their shoes in hand, they walk in comfortable silence - relishing in the scenery as well as the beautiful sounds surrounding them when suddenly ... he stopped midway, and she followed suit.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
He gestured to the sunset, casting a picturesque mixture of tangerine, crimson, and coral blending in with the cerulean sky. "Look." was all he said.
Of all the sunsets she had witnessed in her lifetime, they all seemed to pale as she witnessed the sunset here in Thessaloniki, "This feels like a painting coming to life." she said in awe.
"It does ..." he replied albeit he was now paying less attention to the sunset and more attention towards her.
It wasn't until she turned to him that she noticed his gaze, "What?" she wondered with a confused tone.
"I ..." he begins, visibly gulping. "I wanted to ... I wanted to say that um."
Realizing that he was fidgeting, she gently took his hand and then said with a reassuring tone. "It's ok, take your time."
He's visibly calmer thanks to her touch which prompted him to continue, "Three years ago, I made the decision to leave Greece, a risky decision but one that ultimately paid off because ..."
"Because of what?" she said with a soft tone.
"Because of you, when we first met ... it made sense, it made perfect sense to me why I was meant to come to Liverpool, you'd stolen my heart for about three years and every moment in those years I wanted nothing more than to confess my emotions, I wanted nothing more than to tell you that ..." He trails off.
"That ...?" she prompted him to continue.
"I'll say it in Greek." he chuckles nervously, then blurted out. "Σε αγαπώ μάγο μου ... I love you, I love you more than I can truly put into words which is ironic considering Ibou likes to joke about how talkative I am." he chuckles.
She giggled, "You are very talkative ..."
"I am, but when it comes to you ... it's like you steal just about everything from me, my heart, my ability to talk, everything with you is just brighter." he smiles.
It took her a brief moment before she leaned in, "It's about damn time because ... I love you too Konstantinos Tsimikas."
With a visible beam across his features, he tugs her closer by wrapping an arm around her waist, their lips immediately molding into a perfect gentle kiss igniting the emotions within the pair.
"Finally," he whispers. "You're mine."
"Always have been," she smiles.
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what about tsimkas with a shy!reader? like she goes to pick him up from training or something?
you're super nervous about going to get him from training and so you made him come to the car instead of you going in. but all of the boys come out with him cause they want to meet you as all they've heard from kostas the past few weeks is how in love with you he is. you're already blushing as you see some of his teammates coming to the car with him and by the time they reach you, you're bright red. they all introduce themselves to you and you quietly mumble a small hello to them all. they're all chatting to you about how obsessed your boyfriend is with you and you have your head in your hands as they giggle at your obvious embarrassment. your boyfriend shoos them away and they shout goodbyes as they walk, kostas gets in the car and places a smooch on your cheek smiling at you as you pull out of the car park.
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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.
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like leaving hickeys with kostas and “don’t pretend to be innocent now” when you guys had filthy ass sex leaving bruises and marks on each other forgetting you had to go to work the next day as a journalist interviewing them trying to cover up the obvious ones on your neck when kostas goes to practice unaware of the scratches on his back the guys see in the locker room gjsksk
you're so sexy for this anon // prompt: “don’t pretend to be innocent now”
It was a mistake.
Every time was a mistake.
Liverpool's opening game was tomorrow and you were there for the pre game press conference. You had join the team on multiple occasions and with the season opener, the boys - well one boy in particular knew you were home.
He asked where you were and you made the mistake of telling him.
It was a mistake in the morning but the night of, god how you were glad you told him. Tangled in the sheets, his and roaming your body, lips in every place imaginable, his name falling from your lips over and over again like a prayer.
"Don't go," Kostas kissed your back when you sat up, the man kissing up to your shoulder. "I have to get dressed and so do you," you tell him, finally getting up.
It was barely 2 minutes later that you shout his name, the man running into the bathroom still putting on his boxers. "What? what happened? are you okay?"
You turn to show him your neck, the hickeys covered from your jaw to your collarbone. Kostas bites back a smile. "What's wrong?"
"Don’t pretend to be innocent now," you huffed, "how the fuck am I supposed to cover this?"
"I don't know, baby." He turns, walking out to the bathroom. You bite your tongue, deciding not to tell him about the marks all over his back.
He leaves when you finish in your shower, kissing you goodbye and telling you he'd see you at Anfield. He was in the locker room, changing for their warm up when Thiago hisses.
Kostas turns to him friend, brows furrowed. "Are you okay?"
"Are you?" Thiago asks, reaching for Kostas's phone to take a photo of his back. His friend shows him the photo; red marks coming from his shoulders down to the middle of his back.
Kostas hums and takes the phone back. "Who did you sleep with, a werewolf?" Thiago laughed, shaking his head at his friend.
The greek ignores him, sending the photo to you.
From Kostas: *1 Image Attachment* well played.
To Kostas: I thought so.
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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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Mountains of Snow
Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader
Warnings: so much snow, reader is not vibing with the snow, kostas wants to build a snowman, kostas also uses the powers of persuasion to get you to come out with him, a bit of fibbing and sorta dialogue heavy.
Word Count: 389
Author's Note: kos is the cutest boyfriend ever.
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Kostas insists that you two should go out into the snow and make a snowman. When you say no, he uses his skills of persuasion to get you to change your mind.
Snow was the choice for this year's holiday break. The two of you had gone somewhere sunny last year so this year, you decided that you wanted to go skiing instead.
There had been a huge downpour of snow overnight and you were beyond glad to see it. This meant that you were finally going to get a break from skiing, despite that being the whole purpose of the trip, your body was aching.
3 days of skiing was exhausting.
You were lazing on the couch, relaxing and trying to unwind when your boyfriend drops himself on top of you. "Hi beautiful," he smiles, cheek in your thigh as he looks up at you.
"Hi Kostas," you brush your knuckles over his cheek.
He nuzzles into your touch, "let's go outside."
"What for? I don't want to ski today."
"We don't have to ski," he says, sitting up. "We can build a snowman."
You roll your eyes, laughing. "You're not serious, Kos. You're 27 years old, there's no way you want to go out and make a snowman."
"I'm so serious," he tells you, mustering a serious look on his face. You laugh, "Kos, c'mon babe."
Your boyfriend pulls you into him, kissing all over your face. "Did I tell you how pretty you are? And how much I loveeeeee you."
"Kostas, I'm not changing my mind."
"C'mon," he pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Pleaseeeee."
"It's freezing outside, babe."
He pouts again, "it's freezing everyday." You don't answer him, hoping he'd drop it but he huffs. "Fine, I'll buy you those heels you wanted if you come out."
"Seriously?" You say, looking over at him. Kostas nods, "I'll drive you to the store myself."
"Fine," you nod, getting up. Kostas smiles, following you as you two get all bundled up and head out into the front yard of the cabin. The snow was soft enough that you could walk through but solid enough that you could form snowballs.
The two of you had made the first two parts to the snowball, stacking them together and were working on the third one when Kostas turned to you.
"You know," he starts, "I would have bought you the heels anyways."
You huff, throwing a snowball at him. "I hate you."
Kostas smiles, kissing your cold lips. "I love you."
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Original Ask: Hi I have an idea like can u write reader is Kos’s secret wife (I heard news bout kostas married and this came to my mind ) maybe like smau but ı’m not sure u write smau soo I just wanna give u idea 💡 hope u like it muah muah 😘💞🙏🏼🫡 (@kylianwifey)
Word Count: 431 words
(author's note: i love writing for kostas !! thanks for the request 🩷)
For Kostas, his wife was his safe haven. His way to escape his worries and live in peaceful bliss for a while. This was one of the main reasons he kept her hidden from the vultures of the media. He felt selfish, in a way, for wanting to keep her all to himself, but he knew it was for the better.
To most people, being hidden by their partner might have made them feel unloved or insecure, like they were ashamed to be seen with them. But to Y/N, it was the opposite. She knew that Kostas would do anything for her. All she had to do was ask. She enjoyed the quiet life the pair had created for themselves, revelling in the peace it brought.
It was by accident that the bubble of secrecy the pair had created was popped abruptly. After a difficult win in the race for the FA Cup, Kostas was being interviewed. But what he failed to notice was the thin metal band that sat snug on his ring finger, made more obvious by the stadium lights glinting off its shiny surface.
“So, I’m sure you and the lads will be pleased with that win. You clearly fought very hard, so to come away with the win must feel incredible?” The interviewer began.
“Yeah, obviously, it was a tough game, and I give my total respect to our opponents. As a team, we always fight until the last second, so it's always nice to see the result go in our favour.” As Kostas talked, his hands moved animatedly, matching his excitement.
“I didn’t realise you were married? Will you be celebrating with your wife at home?”
Looking down and noticing his ring, he cursed himself in his head. He knew Y/N wouldn’t be angry with him, but he would’ve preferred for her to remain his little secret.
“Yeah, I hope she’s watching this, hopefully, proud of me. But I will be celebrating with her when I get home. She’s my number one supporter, and I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Kostas just couldn’t help himself. He could talk about his wife for an eternity, simply raving about how enamoured he was with her.
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer then, go enjoy the post-match celebrations!” The interviewer closed off the interview as Kostas walked away.
As annoyed as he was at himself for revealing his marriage to the public, he was also grateful that the world now knew his heart belonged to his wife and his wife only. Forever and always.
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Let’s Go Watch Daddy Play • Kostas Tsimikas
Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 4
“Can we go watch daddy play?”
“Can we go watch Daddy play?” Your daughter begged you and you were already planning on taking her to the game but her begging you melted your heart slightly. It was sweet to see how much she wanted to see her dad play. Kostas would 100% be playing this game too considering Andrew Robertson was currently injured and unable to play and therefore Kostas would be Liverpool’s left-back for the game. You do take your daughter to a lot of Liverpool games even though it’s not definite whether or not Kostas would be playing considering he is the second option to Andrew Robertson but still you make sure you turn up to the games with your child just in case. It’s nice for your daughter to see her father playing even if it isn’t for the full 90 minutes and it’s nice to support Kostas and the team even if Kostas isn’t playing. Never before has your child literally begged to go to a game though.
3 years you’ve been in Liverpool for now and never has your child ever begged to go to a game. Yes she wants to go and asks to go but never in this begging voice she has put on now. It’s blatantly clear that she knows that he was playing tonight and was now begging you to go to Anfield. It was sweet that she wanted to go so badly to watch and support Kostas. The thing was that you were already planning to go to the game before your daughter started begging you. It had been planned since Kostas told you about Andy’s injury and even before then and that’s why you and your child were wearing your ‘TSIMIKAS 21’ tops. Apparently your child hadn’t put any of that together yet considering they were nearly in tears all of this. If you weren’t going to the match why would you both be wearing those tops?
“Hey Sweetie. No tears, please. We are going to the game just look down at your top. See you’re wearing one of Daddy’s tops,” You explained trying to calm them down not wanting any tears from her. You saw her teary eyes look down at her top looking for the Liverpool badge before a huge smile came over her face when she seemed to realise that the both of you were going to the match. How can one simple thing change her mood drastically? It’s honestly magic but you were happy to see the smile come back over her face and not just the teary eyes.
“Can we go now?” She then started to beg obviously thinking the sooner you get there the quicker the game starts and the quicker she can see her daddy. Unfortunately it doesn’t work like that but in her child mind it does. Taking a glance at the clock you saw that you still have several hours until the game kicks off and you do want to be at the stadium early but not this earlier. Your daughter though was looking really eager to go now so you knew you had to find some reasons to pass the time before you leave. Anything to keep her entertained and distracted for an hour or so before leaving.
“We have to do your hair before we can go,” You told her hoping that would kill some time. Her hair usually takes a while and you can make it take longer so that is some time killed. Instantly your daughter ran off grabbing her hair brush and hair bands so you could do her hair so whilst she was grabbing them you took a seat on the sofa waiting for her. She came in with her big bag of hair bobbles and sat in front of you just waiting for you to start. You asked her what she wanted and she just shrugged so you had free reign over her hair. You decided to put it up so it is out of her face so it would be easier for her to watch the match especially if it’s windy. She won’t want her hair blowing in her face annoying her and distracting her from the game. Putting it up was just the best and easiest option (and it took more time).
“Can we go now,” Your daughter asked once again once her hair was done and out of her face. Taking another glance at the clock you noticed that it was still too early to be leaving but there was nothing else you could do.
“Go and get your shoes on,” You sighed giving in to her and deciding to leave early. Maybe you could even see Kostas before the game if you’re there early as you have managed to do that before a couple of times. Your daughter instantly ran to put her trainers on whilst you made sure that you had everything that you would need because once you leave you definitely aren’t coming back until the game has finished.
“Mummy. Hurry,” Your daughter said when you were taking too long. Rolling your eyes at her impatient antics you made your way over to her and put your own shoes on which did make her happy. Once your shoes were on the two of you left the house together and made your way to Anfield. It was busy out because it was a big game for Liverpool but the atmosphere around it was incredible. It’s one of the things that you love about home games and although it was still a couple of hours until kick-off and you were still a little bit away from the stadium yet the atmosphere was amazing and you were getting goosebumps thinking about what it would be like in the stadium during the game.
Arriving at Anfield you went to grab some food trying to kill some time before going into the actual stadium and your daughter can take a while to eat so that will definitely kill much-needed time. You had messaged Kostas on the way over here to let him know that you will be at the stadium early and if he is able to get away for a few minutes then your daughter would really love to see him before the match. As the two of you ate whatever food you had brought you kept your phone close and kept checking it. Whilst your daughter rambled on and ate you kept checking your phone to see if Kostas had messaged and also you were checking the time for when you could go into the stadium.
“Time to take our seats,” You told your daughter once she had finished her food. It wasn’t actually time to take your seats since it was still a little bit too early but you could take her to them now and let her get all of her excitable energy out without annoying any innocent people.
Once you got to your seats your daughter looked around in amazement. She was just pointing to everything in the stadium like she had never been here before or more like you had never been here before. Every little thing was exciting for her and she would only get more excited when more and more fans enter the stadium. She was bouncing off the walls trying to explain something to you, non-football related, when you got a text from Kostas. You knew that your daughter would be excited by seeing Kostas so although you try to say no phones when spending time with your daughter you got out and responded to Kostas’ message.
From Kostas: You can come on down briefly if you want. I’ll meet you by the stairs. xxx
To Kostas: See you in a minute or so. xxx
Putting your phone back in your pocket you asked if she wanted to see her daddy very briefly before the match and she enthusiastically nodded so the two of you made your way to the place where you would be meeting Kostas. You knew exactly where it was because you and your daughter had met Kostas here on a couple of occasions before when you were early. Both your daughter and Kostas enjoy this moment mainly because your daughter gets to see her daddy but at the same time Kostas loves it because it calms him down before the game. Seeing both you and your daughter calms him down and makes him focus more on the match so it’s not a distraction like some people would say it actually helps him concentrate on the game.
“Daddy,” She screamed as soon as she saw Kostas standing there at the bottom of the stairs. Kostas knelt down on the floor and opened his arms and once your daughter had carefully made her way down the stairs she ran into them. She giggled as Kostas spun her around and held her close in his arms. The three of you talked briefly, mainly allowing your daughter to just babble on about everything and anything whilst you and Kostas just listened to her. That’s all the meeting was until one of the members of the Liverpool team came saying that they need Kostas back.
“Good luck Daddy. See you after the game,” Your daughter told him when it was time for him to go out for the warm-up. She pressed a kiss against his nose, it’s their little tradition and she didn’t get to do it this morning, before giving him a quick high five.
“I’ll play well just for you,” Kostas said, kissing her nose causing your daughter to burst into giggles before putting her on the floor and turning his attention to you.
“Good luck,” You said before leaning in and pressing a brief kiss against Kostas’ lips since he really had to get going. The kiss was a bit too long for your daughter though who started to pull on your arm showing you that you should get moving and you really did have to get moving.
“Come on mummy we have to watch Daddy play,” She shouted when she realised her pulling your arm wasn’t doing anything. You and Kostas chuckled against each other's lips before actually pulling away. After one final wave Kostas went towards the pitch so you could warm up with the rest of the team and your daughter dragged you back to your seats so she could see her daddy on the pitch. (Every time Kostas had the ball or she caught sight of him she would scream ‘daddy’ and cheer. She adored watching him play so you’re always glad when he does play and you can bring your daughter. They are memories that she will be able to look back on happily.)
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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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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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Please do a ramble on tsimikas being jealous <3
kostas noticed the guy watching you as you twirl around the dancefloor as had you and the other girls. you could feel the guy's eyes on you as you spin and dance with your girls but you don't bother acknowledging him, determined to not let some creep ruin your night. but kostas had had enough, walking over to you and pressing himself up behind you, and laying a small kiss on top of your head. he glared straight at the guy at the bar, smirking when he gulped in fear. you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's possessiveness but pushed yourself back into him, hoping he got the hint and took you home.
inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3
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