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Sparta Prague vs Liverpool FC, 7 March 2024

#I am looking respectfully 😳 #or maybe not so respectfully 😁 #dominik szoboszlai #liverpool fc #lfc #fafgifsszoboszlai

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Trent's goal, Fulham vs Liverpool FC, 21 April 2024

#trent alexander arnold #Liverpool fc #lfc #fafgifstaa

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I luv how packed your posting calender is. Looking forward to everything on it!

Ah thank you so much!! 🥰🥰

It's quite full at the moment indeed, since I'm on a roll with writing all your lovely requests! 😇

ICYMI: the Posting Schedule can be found HERE.

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Andy Robertson in The Team Meeting

#liverpool fc #lfc #andy robertson #fafgifsrobbo

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Trentskiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🤩😍🤩😍

#what a goal lad! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 #trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc #lfc

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The Medic #11 - Eric Dier

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

Who: Eric Dier Request: "This might hurt a bit." Requested by: anonymous Word count: 456 Warnings: slight mentions of injury.

The match had gone well. Victory was secured and no injuries had been reported to you during or afterwards, so all in all you were happy with today's results.

Still, Eric came to see you after the match. You were finishing up some final administration, when he quietly walked into the treatment room you sat in. He softly cleared his throat to get you attention, and offered you a friendly smile when you turned around to look at whomever had just stepped in.

"Do you need any treatment?" You frowned, as you couldn't remember anything being reported of him being injured. "I scraped my knees open," Eric said hesitantly, "I'm not sure if this needs any treatment, but it's been bleeding, so..." Your gaze automatically went to his knees, where you indeed saw a few fresh scrapes and abrasions that had clearly been bleeding.

"Sit down." You motioned to one of the chairs. "I'll have a look at it." "I'm sorry, it's only minor, but..." Eric shrugged, looking almost embarrassed that he had come to you with something like this. "Don't apologize." You smiled friendly. "Any injury, no matter how small, is always worth my time." Eric chuckled in reply, but he visibly relaxed.

You bent down to have a look at his knees. Across both his knees he indeed had a few scrapes and abrasions, albeit nasty ones. They had bled and you could still see some dirt in them. "It's nothing to worry about," you concluded, "but I bet it's painful, and I do need to clean it up a bit to prevent any infection."

Eric watched you attentively as you put some disinfectant on a piece of gauze. "This might hurt a bit." You warned before carefully dabbing the gauze to Eric's knees. "Bloody hell!" He winced violently. "You weren't lying about that." "Sorry." You smiled wryly. "I'll be quick."

Cleaning up Eric's knees only took you a few minutes. The worst of the stinging was quickly over, but the bruises you saw forming underneath the scrapes would surely be sensitive for a while longer.

"All done." You sat back. "It's best not to cover it up, let it breathe. But if it bothers you, just put a Band-Aid over it." Eric nodded. "I'm good for now, I think." "I'm afraid you'll be sore for a few days," you continued, "those look like nasty bruises underneath those abrasions. And come see me immediately when the redness or swelling intensifies."

Eric slowly rose to his feet. He winced softly again, when the movement of his knees angered the scrapes. "It's already sore," he commented wryly. You grimaced compassionately. "Nothing I can do about that I'm afraid." "That's alright," Eric chuckled, "thanks for seeing me."

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Smut prompts

I was in a certain mood and have "accidentally" (😁) written a few smut imagines.  They were written with no one specific in mind. But since I do not post imagines in the 'Anyone You Like' format, you can vote who these will be completed / posted for. 

You can find the prompts and cast your votes through HERE.

The form will stay open for 1 week, and you can vote as many times as you like. Posting will commence a.s.a.p. after that.

#football imagine #football blurb #football fanfic #football fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer blurb #footballer fanfic #footballer fanfiction #football smut #footballer smut #antoine griezmann #ben chilwell #benjamin pavard #christian pulisic #darwin nunez #dominik szoboszlai #eric dier #frenkie de jong #james maddison #john stones #kai havertz #kepa arrizabalaga #martin odegaard #mason mount #trent alexander arnold #virgil van dijk #jude bellingham

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Carabao Cup win + hugs, 25 February 2024

#liverpool fc #lfc #jurgen klopp #kostas tsimikas #joe gomez #mo salah #dominik szoboszlai #harvey elliott #darwin nunez #curtis jones #andy robertson #fafgifslfc

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Comfort - Caoimhin Kelleher

Who: Caoimhin Kelleher Request: U are the only one I know that writes for Caoimh, so please do one about him and the atalanta game and where reader comforts him after the loss and its all very sweet or smth. Requested by: anonymous Word count: 462 Warnings: slight mentions of bruising. Contains descriptions of being sad.

A/N: I know my requests are closed, but this was sent in anyway and it just kind of poured out of me the moment I read the request. So, there you go 😁

Nothing, absolutely nothing about this match had gone right. Liverpool had lost, driving them to the brink of elimination from the Europa League, he had let in three goals, and to make matters even worse: Caoimhin had taken a ball hard to the face when trying to make a save.

You were already in bed when Caoimhin came home. You weren't asleep, but sat up reading, knowing he would probably need some TLC after this difficult night.

Caoimhin quietly shuffled into your bedroom, only humming softly as a greeting. He just took the time to change into some shorts and a T-shirt for the night, before he defeatedly lay himself down in bed next to you.

"Let me see." You gently took his chin in your hands to have a look at the obvious black eye he was sporting from where the ball had hit his cheek. "It's sore," Caoimhin mumbled, but the doctors don't think I broke anything or have a concussion." "Well, at least that's some good news," you answered. Caoimhin scoffed softly, rearranging his body under the covers. "That seriously is the only good news. All the rest was a downright nightmare." "Do you want to talk about it?" You softly prompted. Caoimhin shook his head. "No."

You watched his beaten down appearance, made even more pronounced by the bruising on his face. "Come here." You pulled one of the smaller pillows towards you and placed it on your stomach. Caoimhin didn't need any further explanation, and didn't need to be asked twice either. He scooted over, lying down even closer to you, and rested his head on the pillow on your stomach.

His hands silently twisted around your pajamas, as you slung an arm around him. You didn't say anything, nor did he, but right now that was all Caoimhin needed: peace and quiet after a nightmarish evening.

You continued reading your book, whilst your fingers softly combed through his hair and curled around strands of his blonde locks. You didn't know for how long the two of you just lay there, silently. Slowly, you felt Caoimhin relax beside you. The tensed muscles grew softer, and his breathing got more tranquil. His head felt heavier on your stomach and he lay absolutely still now.

"Caoimh?" You whispered after a while. No reaction whatsoever came, and you knew he had fallen asleep. Very careful not to wake him, you put away your book and switched off the reading light. As best as you could, you slouched down a little lower, but made sure Caoimhin still lay comfortably with his head on your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair one final time, before pressing a soft kiss to his head. "Sleep tight, sweetie, it's going to be alright."

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England vs Brazil, 23 March 2024

#england nt #ben chilwell #john stones #declan rice #jude bellingham #fafgifsenglandnt

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#not expecting much from tomorrow's match but at least they all look good😁😁 #alisson becker #virgil van dijk #dominik szoboszlai #alexis mac allister #darwin nunez #liverpool fc #lfc #footballandfanficspics

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Trent Alexander-Arnold speaking about Jürgen Klopp on The Overlap.

#oh Trentski🥹🥹 #my heart💔 #trent alexander arnold #jurgen klopp #liverpool fc #lfc #footballandfanficspics

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Own goal - Trent Alexander-Arnold & Andy Robertson

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Andy Robertson Prompt: nightmare Requested by: anonymous Word count: 915 Warnings: descriptions of nightmare and being upset.

An own goal....

Trent had made many mistakes out on the pitch during his career, but never before had he accidentally booted a ball passed his own goalkeeper. He had sometimes wondered how awful that must feel, but the real experience didn't even come close to what he'd imagined it to be like. It felt so much worse.

Trent felt so ashamed that he would have liked to vaporize into thin air. He didn't want to talk to Klopp, Lijnders or any of his teammates, and felt like he could never come face to face with Alisson ever again. Many offered comforting words or pats on his shoulder, but Trent wanted nothing of that. If he could, he would have retreated into a dark corner and just be by himself. But since they flew back to Liverpool immediately after the match, he knew it was very unlikely he was getting some alone-time.

Trent chose a window seat at the very back of the plane. Given the number of people traveling with the squad, Trent knew it was inevitable that someone would sit next to him. For now, he just wished that, whoever that turned out to be, would understand his desire for silence and to be left alone.

Trent was somewhat relieved when Andy threw himself down in the seat next to him. He shared a look with the Scotsman, and was glad to see Andy understood even without the words being spoken. "Just know that I'm here if you do decide you want to talk." It were the only words Andy spoke. He didn't wait for any confirmation from Trent, but just let his friend be after that.

Trent put on his headphones, rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to sleep, but anything was better than reliving that horrible mistake over and over again in his mind. Fatigue from the match took the better of him, though, and soon after, Trent fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Images of the ball hobbling past Alisson, out of reach of the goalkeeper, and hitting the net of his own goal kept haunting Trent's dreams. Or rather, his nightmares.

Everyone was yelling at him: teammates, coaching staff, supporters, even his family. Each and every one of them told him what an unbelievable idiot and disgrace he was, and that he deserved all kinds of nasty things to happen to him.

Trent ran in fear of what they might do to him, but they chased him. It became more and more people running after him, hunting him, screaming and yelling ever more threats and curses. He didn't know for how much longer he could outrun them. They were going to catch him, hurt him...

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Trent awoke with a loud gasp, trying to stifle the scream that was already halfway off his lips. He needed a few seconds to realize where he was and what had happened. He sat breathing hard, wiping cold sweat off his forehead with a trembling hand. It was only then that he realized a hand rested on his shoulder.

Trent looked to his side and found Andy staring back at him. The Scotsman's eyes were wide with worry. "Are you okay?" Andy asked hesitantly. "Yeah." Trent recollected himself for as much as he could. "But I still don't want to talk about it." "I'm not accepting that anymore." Andy shook his head. "You were thrashing and moaning just now. You're clearly not alright." Trent shot him an annoyed look, but Andy wasn't impressed.

"It's alright to be bothered by what happened tonight," Andy continued, "but it's not normal to have nightmares about it." "I..." Trent stammered, "how did you know that's what it was about?" Andy cocked his head to the side. "Because I know that head of yours is working overtime over that own goal."

Trent's posture sagged, back to that utterly defeated look Andy had seen out on the pitch just after it had happened. Trent looked around to see no one was listening in on them before he finally talked.

"I feel so embarrassed," he mumbled, "how can I ever set foot on a pitch again? Who will take me seriously after this? I'm a joke." "Oh, lad..." Andy gave his friend's shoulder an encouraging squeeze. "I'm not going to lie: it's going to be a harsh few days probably, but it'll all calm down again."

Trent blew out a deep breath, staring at his hands resting in his lap. His fingers still trembled with the aftermath of his nightmare. Never before had anything in football made him feel this bad. "What do I do?" He asked helplessly. "You ride it out," Andy replied, "and don't shut any of us out. We're your friends and here to help you."

Trent was silent for a full minute, mulling those words over. He slowly realized that talking to Andy actually calmed him down. "I can do that," he confirmed softly. "Yes, you can," Andy assured.

"By the way." Trent turned to Andy. "Did you wake me up from the nightmare?" Andy nodded. "You looked really distraught. I didn't like seeing that, so... I shook you until you woke up." "I don't mind it." Trent leaned his head against the window again, looking ready for another nap. Andy watched him. "I'll do it again if you have another nightmare." "Please, do," Trent answered, even though he had a feeling it wouldn't be necessary again.

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England NT goalkeeper training, 25 March 2024

#england nt #jordan pickford #aaron ramsdale #fafgifsenglandnt

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Opinion on the LFC game today?

I wasn't able to watch it or see it back yet, but given the result I'd say: rubbish😅

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The Team Meeting bloopers

#liverpool fc #lfc #mo salah #andy robertson #dominik szoboszlai #darwin nunez #ibrahima konate #caoimhin kelleher #fafgifslfc

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The Medic #10 - Mason Mount

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

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "That's... quite some blood." Requested by: anonymous Word count: 611 Warnings: mentions of injury, blood, stitches.

The hurried footsteps that approached your office during lunch hour didn't promise much good. You looked up from your computer screen even before someone was in sight, and watched Mason appear in the door opening. He was cradling his left hand, which was wrapped tightly in what looked like a bundle of tea towels. The look on his face held the middle between pain and fright, but one thing was for sure: something was wrong.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to his hand, to which he clearly sported an injury. "I cut myself," Mason stammered before you could ask any questions, "I was slicing bread, and... the knife slipped." "How bad is it?" You walked around your desk to him. "I don't know." He looked shook up. "But it hurts."

You immediately led him into another part of your office, where you had a small treatment room for minor injuries. "Sit down." You pointed to a chair. "Let's have a look." Mason gently placed his hand, still wrapped in the tea towels, on the small table in between you.

For the first time you saw the stains on the towel. "That's... quite some blood," you said seriously. Mason shuddered. "I--- I guess it's a bit deep."

You very carefully pulled the tea towels away from Mason's hand. He winced loudly as the fabric finally fell away. "Oh, jeez..." Mason gulped at the sight of his own bloodstained forefinger. "Are you okay?" You looked worried at the sudden paleness of Mason's face, afraid he might faint. "I'm good, I'm good." Mason swallowed hard, but did avert his gaze from the wound.

The cut to Mason's forefinger was half an inch long at most, but seemed rather deep and was still bleeding. You gently wiped some of the blood away. Mason tensed in painful anticipation, and the softest whimper escaped his lips.

"It's only a flesh wound," you concluded, "but it's a nasty one." Mason swallowed hard. "Does it... have to be stitched?" "Yes," you nodded, "it'll probably only require two or three stitches, but it's best I do put them in." Mason groaned at the foresight of that. He didn't like getting stitches done, but he knew there probably wasn't much of a choice.

You saw the apprehension on his face. "I'll numb it up, and the stitches will be in before you know it," you assured, "you won't feel a thing." "Alright." Although somewhat reluctantly, Mason agreed.

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As you had promised, you worked swiftly. After putting in the anesthetic, you cleaned and stitched up the wound. All the while, Mason had his face turned away. He feared he might faint or throw up at the tiniest glimpse of any stitch going into his skin. He had never been one for blood or needles, and no matter how gentle you were being, he didn't even venture one peek.

"All done." You announced after a few minutes. Mason finally dared a glance at his injured hand, and found it now neatly bandaged. "Oh," Mason sighed in relief, "I didn't feel a thing!" "That's a good thing," you chuckled, "means I did my job well."

Mason had a long look at the bandage around his hand and forefinger. "What do I do now?" "You might want to take it easy for a few days," you answered, "it'll be sore, and you don't want to tear those stitches. Come see me again in about a week, or earlier if you start to experience more pain or swelling. And maybe have someone else cut your bread for the time being." Mason grinned at your last remark. "Oh, the boys will have a field day over that."

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