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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 - 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬.

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝟖 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 “𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤” 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 🫶🏼 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

𝐩.𝐬: 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥.

Y/N woke up to the sensation of Kostas pressing soft kisses up and down her shoulder, " Well good morning " she giggles, tilting her head to capture her husband's lips in a soft peck. " good morning my lovely wife " Kostas murmurs with a smile. " I've been thinking "

Y/N turns her body to face him, " about what? "

" Since the season's over, and the weather is nice, why don't we have an outdoor picnic with Atlas? " Kostas suggests.

Y/N's heart softens at the idea, they'd been married for approximately four years and had been blessed eight months ago with a beautiful baby boy named Atlas. " I'd like that " she whispers.

" Perfect " Kostas beams, " I'm going to go check on Atlas, you go shower and freshen up "

Y/N nods, watching as Kostas walks out of their bedroom to go to their son's room, she leaves the bed and goes about with her usual routine; once she felt freshened up, she steps out of the bathroom dressed in her lingerie; she walks to the closet to pick out a casual and comfortable dress, while doing so she failed to notice Kostas creeping up behind her until he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her neck causing her to giggle. " Is Atlas asleep? "

" Yeah, and with the way you look right now and the way you smell " Kostas hums. " I'm so tempted to take you right now "

" I just showered and from the way you smell " Y/N giggles, " you should probably shower as well, so go on so I can get dressed and then dress our son "

Kostas smirks, " Ok but, we do need to go out on a date one day "

It was true, since Atlas was born; they barely had time. " We'll figure it out baby "

Kostas smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before he heads to the bathroom.

Y/N had set everything, from the blanket to the basket full of food; Atlas was dressed properly for the weather and so was her husband who sported a t-shirt with white shorts, while she sat down to prepare sandwiches as well as Atlas's food; Kostas was playing around in the garden with Atlas in his arms, running around in the garden.

" Atlas, look at the ball " Kostas cooed, grinning when his son giggled.

A soft smile adorned Y/N's lips, while Kostas was a bit of a wild card at times due to his energetic persona; with Atlas, he was simply the best father she knew he could be, doting and spoiling the young be as much as he can.

" Alright you two " Y/N calls out for them, " time to eat "

Kostas gently jogs back, setting Atlas in the swinging chair as he gratefully took the sandwich and pressed a soft kiss to his wife's lips. " Thank you baby "

" You're very welcome " Y/N beams, as she adjusts her position to feed Atlas.

For the next hour, they enjoy the silence and comfort of the beautiful weather which is rare in Liverpool, Kostas observed his wife and the way she doted on Atlas, often times engaging in a soft conversation with him --- the sight softened his heart and made him thankful for following Thiago's advice to get the life he never thought he could have.

" Baby " Kostas said.

" Yes my love " Y/N smiles.

" Let's have another one " Kostas states, smiling at her confused expression. " Let's have another baby "

Y/N stares at him with a confused smile, " We've never talked about this "

Kostas sits up, shuffling closer to wrap an arm around her the leans his head on her shoulder. " I know we haven't but, I love our life, I love you, I love Atlas and you are the sweetest mother in the world, why shouldn't we expand our family? "

" Are you serious? " Y/N states with a giggle.

" Yes, I wouldn't mind a little girl that looks like you " Kostas said then trails off, " she'll have your smile and those twinkling eyes and your hair, she'll look at me with those eyes, and I'll melt because that's what happened when I fell for you "

Y/N stuck her bottom lip out, " Aww "

" And I'll be the protective kind of dad that shoos away any boys that try and date her, she won't have any boyfriend until she's thirty " Kostas adds.

Y/N laughs, " we got married when you were twenty five "

" I don't care, she won't have any boyfriends until I'm sure he's safe, and then when she gets married, I'll be a mess as I take her down the aisle " Kostas smiles, " you'll be there to hug me and comfort me as we head to what will be our empty home since by then, Atlas and our little girl will be off for their own lives "

" Oh my gosh Kos " Y/N chokes back a sob, " I didn't realize how much you were thinking of this "

" Baby, I've thought about this since our first date, we'd have this house and have our own babies " Kostas beams, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Σε αγαπώ τόσο πολύ πεταλούδα ( I love you so much butterfly ) "

" Κι εγώ σε αγαπώ βασιλιά μου ( I love you too my king ) " Y/N responds, she'd been making an attempt to learn greek and by the looks of it, it definitely softened Kostas's heart.

Kostas grabs the tray from Y/N, " Atlas, soon enough you'll have a baby sister so you better protect her and protect your Mama when I'm not around ok "

Y/N wipes away her tears and looks up at the sky, thanking god for the greatest blessing in her life, her family.

#kostas tsimikas #kostas tsimikas x reader #kostas tsimikas fanfiction #kostas tsimikas imagine #liverpool fc imagine #tsimi

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fletchysohot · 10 months

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VII.

Achilles, Achilles, Come Home

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

Word count : 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don't go yet!” You plead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your phone beeps with a text from Kostas:

“I love you❤️”

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

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

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

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eyesupchilsy · 1 year

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#kostas tsimikas #konstantinos tsimikas #tsimi #lfc #liverpool fc #premier league #champions league #liverpool #greek national team

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dominiks · 4 months

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fuck this breaks my heart

#tsimi :((#i cant fucking do this #kostas tsimikas #liverpool fc

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ts1m1kas · 2 months

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oh my god.

#tsimi girls rise up ✊️#football #hot footballers #kostas tsimikas #tsimikas #liverpool football club #lfc

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anfieldroad · 9 days

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thoughts on these i found ?

#virgil is so cute with those tired eyes #MOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! lion #he’s actually so cute #darwin is very cute too #tsimi why r u a pepper

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thistablesknackered · 5 months

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endo won that match for us. beyond equalizing he completely changed the energy on the pitch. quick thinking, composure, etc, he was brilliant

#im leaving here with something (3 points and endo prop 😁😁😁)#also darwin getting the ball back after cody's shot and tsimi challenge that led to trent's goal

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messfcbi · 5 days

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why isn’t he subbing danns on im so confused like at this point we have nothing to lose why not try

#liverpool fc #why tf is gomez and tsimi coming on

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lfc-unbelievables · 4 months

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I’m going through Conor Bradley’s Instagram and

I need to know what this comment from kostas meant

#everyone like muscle arm or fire emoji and nice one lad and then tsimi posting fruits #like ok #liverpool fc #kostas tsimikas #conor bradley

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captainrayzizuniverse · 7 months

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#I’m here for the tsimi and mac friendship #someone video calling you while you’re trying to enjoy your maté?? yeah annoying as fuck #Liverpool fc #kostas tsimikas #alexis mac allister

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬. ( 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 )

Falling in love is a sensation that is akin to the cool summer breeze which pricks your skin in the sweetest most poetic way possible after a rather daunting and balmy day, it’s akin to the song you discover randomly only for you to end up becoming obsessed with that particular melody, it’s akin to the blanket that holds so many memories everytime you wrap it around yourself.

Falling in love was her.

Kostas remembers meeting her three months into his career as a Liverpool player, moving away from Greece was both difficult and exciting at first, being away from home while doing what you love would often leave him wondering if he made the right choice, yet his doubts were affirmed the moment he met her.

Y/N was a recluse person, barely conversed with people and only interacted via smiles and soft greetings, and for some reason; it prompted Kostas to approach her and introduce himself seeing as their doors were across from one another, and from that day – a friendship was born, they bonded over their shared love for music, particular films and the similar background seeing as Y/N’s grandparents were from Greece but had moved to England to give her father a better life.

At first it was a strictly platonic affair, a bond that consisted solely of two people who liked the same things and enjoyed each other’s company – yet along the way, Kostas found himself drawn to her even more; he liked the way she’d always have a meal for him when he returned home from training, he liked the way she’d send funny memes and text messages to cheer him up before match days and what he adored the most was how she was not afraid to be affectionate, greeting him with hugs, kisses on the cheek and often times allowing him to sink in her embrace in order to destress from both the good and bad days.

And yet, he wasn’t sure if she felt the same, if she only saw him as a friend or something more.

It only seemed to hurt him even more when he had to watch her date someone else, a man from her work place whom he knew didn’t like how close he was to Y/N yet Kostas stood his ground, still finding ways to reach out to her when he needed someone to talk to, meeting her over breakfast, lunch or dinner, he wouldn’t allow any one to take her away from him.

He wonders how someone like him had been able to charm Y/N, she was simple, she didn’t like extravagant things nor did she like to be spoiled, yet the man did all of that and then some – what drove him mad was how Y/N seemed to be enamored by him as the days went by, on so many occasions he wanted to tell her that she deserved better than a materialistic idiot that only viewed her as a possession rather than a person.

Yet his heart couldn’t bare the notion of being the cause of her despair, so he sat back in silence; comforting her whenever she had a fight with him, allowing her to vent when she felt frustrated – he figured that if he couldn’t have all of her, he’d have a fraction while weaving the other in his mind, as selfish as that may sound.

One night, Y/N had called him over under the guise of spending time together seeing as he had about three days before traveling to Paris to play in the Champions League, and they did spend time together — or rather, he spent time watching her as she effortlessly moved around the kitchen to make dinner for them.

" Y/N " Kostas calls out with a confused expression. " Are you ok? "

Y/N looks up with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, " I’m fine, why do you ask? "

" You’ve been silent the whole time I am here which isn’t like you since you like to talk a lot " Kostas states with an unreadable tone. " You avoided looking at me which is also not like you, and you’re being overall strangely quiet so, what’s wrong? "

Y/N’s lips pressed into a thin line, " I don’t know how to say it "

Kostas’s brows furrowed, a look of concern across his eyes. " agápi mou, what’s wrong? "

Y/N shakes her head, " Nothing’s wrong Kos, it’s just … I know that you, don’t like Sean so I am finding it hard to tell you this " she mutters, fidgiting with her bracelet.

Kostas walks around the counter to approach her, " Tell me " he murmured, " Did he hurt you? did he do something? cause I will kill him, I don’t care what happens "

Y/N grabs his hand to squeeze it, " He didn’t .. he " she licks her lip, " He asked me to marry him "

Kostas’s body freezes the minute he heard those words, /He asked me to marry him/ – his lips press into a thin line before a cough escapes as he said, " He did? " he echoes.

" Yes " Y/N nods with a nervous smile, " And I .. I said yes "

In that moment, Kostas physically felt his heart shatter into a million pieces; the mere fact that she said those words was akin to a metal rod being strung across his fragile heart, he nods silently, unsure of what to say as he tried to make sense of the fact that he lost her, before he could even confess his emotions, before he could tell her that Sean is not the one she belongs with, that He is the one she truly belongs with.

" Kos " Y/N whispers, " I know that you hate him but, he’s … " she chews on her bottom lip. " He’s good for me "

What about me? Am I not good enough? – Kostas wanted to say, yet instead found himself forcing the biggest smile across his lips to say, " As long as you’re happy " he murmurs then presses a kiss to her temple, " I am also happy "

And from that night, he never saw her again; he’d purposefully stay behind during trainings under the claim that he wanted to better his chances at being chosen in the starting eleven, yet some of his teammates were aware of the real reason, one in particular being Thiago who invited him one night to have dinner with his family, and after dinner; he takes him to sit down in the back garden under the starry sky.

" I lost her " Kostas whispers audibly, with a sad smile across his lips. " She’s getting married to that piece of … she’s getting married Thiago, to someone so fake and not fitting for her " he heaved out a sigh.

The Spaniard nods, patting his friend’s back before he said. " Why didn’t you tell her anything hermano? "

Kostas chuckles, the reason was quite simple when thinking of it, " I freaked out, she’s every thing I can hope for but she told me that she’d hope for someone that has a stable job and knowing us " he pauses then exhales a deep breath, " Our job is anything but stable "

Thiago shakes his head, " Kostas, hermano If I know you well enough and I do, then I know for sure that you won’t let Y/N slip from your fingers "

" What if I end up taking away her chance of happiness? " Kostas wonders out loud.

Thiago grows silent before he said, " You’ll be living in the land of what ifs? if you don’t try, and from what I hear, I think she feels the same way "

While it made sense to follow through with what Thiago had advised him, Kostas was still quite afraid and continued to avoid Y/N, coming home when he was certain that she’d be asleep — that is until one night, while he was watching an old film, his two dogs Maui and Fuerte keeping him company, the sound of the doorbell rings confusing him, however the dogs trot towards the door before he could make his way there.

Once he walks up to the door, he opens it to reveal a bloodshot and distraught Y/N and before he could ask what’s wrong? he was nearly tackled by her flinging herself into his chest, wrapping both arms around his torso and burying her face in his chest to break down entirely – with one free hand, he closes the door and manages to bring her with him to the couch while she continued to furiously sob in his arms.

The two dogs were quick to muzzle her legs in an attempt to comfort her, the mere action causes her to pull back and wipe her cheeks before saying, " I’m sorry " she whispers.

" No " Kostas shakes his head, " Don’t apologize, I’m going to get you a glass of water and then you can tell me what happened? "

Y/N nods silently, smiling at the two dogs who nuzzle close and place their cheeks on her lap – she caressed their heads, which ultimately helped ease her sadness.

Kostas returns to hand her a glass of water, she gratefully grabs it and takes a big gulp before he said. " Now, take a deep breath and tell me what happened? "

Y/N inhales then exhales before she began to speak, " I called off the engagement "

Kostas’s eyes widen, " What? Why? what happened? "

Y/N recounts the story from the start – about how she had suspected that Sean was having an affair, and indeed; she came across text messages and photos of him with another woman and when confronting him, Sean confessed that he only asked her to marry him out of spite.

" Out of spite? " Kostas echoed in confusion from what he heard, " Who was he planning on spiting? "

Y/N looks up to meet his gaze, " I should have been honest from the beginning " she whispers.

Kostas tilts his head, " What do you mean? "

" Kos, the only reason I pursued a relationship with Sean, much less an engagement " Y/N explains with a shaky voice, " It was because I was trying to convince myself that we were just friends, when clearly we weren’t "

Kostas’s eyes widened, " Oh? "

" The lines blurred between us a long time ago and um … " Y/N swallows the lump in her throat, " I wanted to tell you on so many occasions but I was afraid because of what you do, there wouldn’t be any hope for a relationship between us – especially since, you could play for one team and god knows in a year or two, you’d be off playing somewhere else "

Kostas blinks, " Are you saying what I think you’re saying? "

Y/N nods, " Kostantinos, I love you " she said with a tearful smile, " I love you so much that it scares me just how much you mean to me and how much I’m also afraid of the future, our future together should this happen "

Kostas heaves out a sigh, " Wow "

" That’s all you’re going to say, wow " Y/N echoes.

Kostas was quick to grab her hand, " agápi mou, I … " he chuckles, " I’ve been in love with you since the day I saw you, and truth be told – I loved you even more and more as the days went on because you represent a part of home for me, being around you makes me feel like myself, like I’m not Kostas the football player but rather Kostas, the overly energetic child that loves life and like you I was scared because I valued your friendship so much that I was afraid of losing you, but I can assure you, you won’t lose me, wherever I go, you’re coming with me "

Y/N smiles. " Do you mean that? "

Kostas nods, cradling her face to plant a kiss on her lips. " agápi mou, you belong with me, forever "

Falling in love resembled so many things in life, yet for Kostas – falling in love is her, she represented the true meaning of love, a meaning he’ll happily spend the rest of his life discovering.

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