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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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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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An accidental meeting (Kostas Tsimikas x Reader)

**A little request I got on Wattpad. Hope you like it ❤️**

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"Stop whining, it'll be painless".

"You say that now, but having to watch two hours of football sounds very painful to me".

"Well", said your brother, "we are late because of you so it'll be less than two hours".

"Excuse my job for getting in the way of your hobbies. Also, why couldn't you find a friend to use the spare ticket you got?"

"They are all busy".

"I love being someone's last option".

At least being late meant no long queues at the stadium. You and your brother got to the gates and then went past security in record time. You could tell the match had started 16 minutes ago but the score was 0-0 still so you didn't miss anything important.

"It's row 5, so down this set of stairs. Follow me".

You did that and when you were about to walk to your seat, having to bother people to get there, you heard a couple of voices yelling watch out. But before you had time to react, a ball hit your head.

Everyone around you gasped and a man who was the closest to you grabbed your arms so you wouldn't fall to the floor.

"Thank you, I'm fine. I'm fine", you said to all the people around you.

Your brother moved back to where you were and held your head, looking for an injury.

"Am I bleeding?", you asked, knowing that if there was blood, you'd pass out the moment you saw it.

"Doesn't look like it. You ok? That looked painful".

"So much for a painless experience, huh?", you joked.

On the pitch, Kostas kept staring at you. He hit the ball without really looking at it. He just tried to stop the other team's attack. But when he followed it with his eyes, he could tell it was going to the stands. And when he saw you standing there…

"Did you hit the cute girl to get her attention?"

"Not funny, Trent. I could have hurt her badly".

"Go offer her to kiss it better".

Kostas shook his head and looked at the medics from the team that were going to the stands to make sure you were fine. At least you were standing and there seemed to be no blood. But then…

"Hey hey hey, stay with me", said your brother when he noticed your face getting paler and he managed to catch you before you fainted.

The medics were already there and pushed everyone out of the way to check how you were.

"It could be a concussion. We need to take her to one of the ambulances outside of the stadium and they can take her to the hospital. Anyone here who was with her?"

"Me! I'm her brother".

"Follow them".

And that's how your trip to the football turned into a trip to the hospital.

**

At half time, Klopp had to check on his player. He wasn't being himself and had almost cost the team twice.

"What's in your head?"

"Sorry. I haven't been able to concentrate since I hit that girl and she fainted. Do we know anything about her?"

His coach understood why Kostas felt so bad but he also had to think about what was best for the team.

"We could ask but how about you go to see her? You won't be able to concentrate unless you know she's fine. Just go. You won't get a fine for leaving early".

"I can still play. I…".

"Go. It's fine".

Kostas was thankful his coach understood and quickly showered and got ready to go to the hospital after asking which one they took you to.

One of the nurses led him to your room and when he knocked on the door and got inside, you were very confused. But you were awake which was a huge relief for him.

"Who are you?"

"Is she having memory issues?", he asked your brother, sounding worried.

"No, she just doesn't watch football", laughed your brother before turning back to looking at you. "This is the player that hit you".

"I didn't mean to".

"I hope so", you joked.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. They checked for a possible concussion but I don't seem to have one. I just fainted because the situation felt too overwhelming or something".

"Thank God".

"Did you at least win?"

"Match isn't over", said your brother, staring at his team's player curiously.

"I couldn't concentrate on playing and the gaffer let me come to see you were fine".

"Thank you", you smiled. "That's nice of you but sorry for the inconvenience".

"I'm the one who's sorry. You sure you're ok?"

"Yes. I'll have a headache for a couple of days, though".

Seeing you had someone you could stay with, your brother got up.

"Do you mind staying here for a second? I need to go to the bathroom but didn't want to leave her alone".

"Don't worry. I'll stay here", said Kostas and you looked at him before he looked back at you and you lowered your eyes.

"So…where are you from? I can't situate your accent", you said, trying to make some small talk to avoid the awkwardness of the situation.

"Greece".

"That's cool. Never met someone Greek but I love the food. Or the food they make here and sell us as Greek".

He laughed. "The original is much better. I'm sure you'll love it if you try it".

"A free trip to Greece as a compensation for almost killing me sounds nice".

You were both smiling at each other when your brother came back.

"All good?"

"Yes, there was nothing he could hit me with here so we're fine".

Kostas groaned hearing that, still feeling guilty, and your brother laughed at the joke.

"Well, now I know you are fine, I can sleep tonight. And, I don't know, if you want a signed shirt or something…just ask the club and I'll sort that out".

"I don't like football. I prefer the trip to Greece, to be honest".

Your brother raised his eyebrows hearing that.

"Well, I won't go back until the end of the season. So you'll have to wait".

"It's a date!", you said, quickly realising your joke could be misunderstood and also wondering if you really meant for it to be a joke.

"Right. You can call the club so they give you a shirt and they can put it on social media. And then…we could talk about dates. Get well soon", he said, kissing your cheek and leaving.

And then he left the room, leaving your brother frowning at everything that had happened in front of him. But you were smiling. Maybe football isn't so bad.

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[footballxixstars]

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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[footballerimaginess]

Baby

Heyy! Can I request a cute kostas tsimikas imagine with babies please! I think it would be so cute 😇❤️✍️ Requested by @lfc21 Word Count: 239 You and Kostas wre hanging out at home as he finally had a day off. "I like they are silent for now" he muttered as you glared straight at him. "Kos, if you've jinxed them I'll fucking scream. I am enjoying the peace and quiet instead of the constant screaming" you mumbled. "What is up with you, moody pants?" he asked you calmly as he sat beside you. "Just have cramps, nothing to worry about Kos" you smiled as you watched his facial expression change as he crouched down beside you, gently stroking your hand. "Oh you should have said that you weren't feeling very well, I can stay down here with the girls. You head up to get some rest and I will be okay down here" he smiled as he pressed a kiss on your head. "Thanks Kos, sorry" you whispered as you stood up to walk upstairs. "So shall we watch some films?" Kostas asked the girls as they jumped up in excitement as he tried to find a film for the kids to watch. "How about we watch the old Barbie movies?" he asked as he gave the girls a glance as they both nodded excitedly as they climbed on the sofa. "Squeeze up, let me sit here" Kostas squeezed in between his two daughters as they cuddled up and watched all the barbie movies to get ready to watch the brand new film soon.

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[joaofelix70]

INFORMATIONS! ☆

i don't make full angst stories, but some elements involving the category can be included. request me a smut (politely asking for no extreme bdsm kinks), fluff content too, which i'm passionate about. (anonymously or not). i apologize if your unproblematic ask wasn't reciprocated in the name of my busy activities. please, try to send me again or give me more details of your wishes, using the private inbox. feel honored to talk to the readers. love it infinitely!

── joão félix sequeira.

a crescent love, an ephemeral passion ── joão félix

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

69 with joão félix

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

── dominik szoboszlai.

miss diplomat and mr. charming ── dominik szoboszlai

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

── kostantinos "kostas" tsimikas.

none yet.

── rúben dos santos gato alves dias.

none yet.

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[live-laugh-loverpool]

Christmas in Dubai: Musical Dares

Summary: Kostas calls his teammates to a game of “Musical Dares”. It’s much like the classic childhood game Musical Chairs, but with a twist. The twist? The last man standing must dance to a song—of Kostas’ choosing.

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279

Because of the long flight over to Dubai, Klopp gave the players a day off from training. Crossing four time zones, he’d said, was exhausting enough, and that wasn’t counting their near-miss of crashing into the Hagia Sophia. That had prompted a round of laughs around the table, plus a few gentle digs towards the German.

Nobody noticed Kostas Tsimikas sneaking off with his plate of English muffins. In fact, nobody saw Tsimikas for the rest of the morning. But when lunchtime drew near, the players found the dining room absolutely denuded of chairs.

It didn’t take Milner long to put two and two together.

That was how the rest of the team ended up pressed outside the assembly hall, pushing against the locked doors with all their might. Eventually, the lock let up, and the doors popped open to reveal the “show” inside. The dining chairs were set up in an outwards-facing circle, and in the middle of it stood a grinning Tsimikas. 

“Nope. Nope, nope, nope.” Almost as soon as he saw the scene inside the room, Milner backed away, running towards the exit faster than he ever had before. “I’m out of here, I am out of here!”

“Hold your horses, James!” Tsimikas called out. He stepped out from the circle of chairs, holding up a radio. “All of you hold your horses. We’re playing a game, and your main man Kostas here is at the center of it.”

“That’s exactly why I want out of here,” Milner muttered. “I’m hungry. Can’t we at least eat lunch?”

The Greek shook his head, gesturing towards the chairs. “First, we must play my brainchild. The thing of my dreams and PowerPoints: Musical Dares!”

“That sounds like a lame ripoff of Musical Chairs,” said Elyan before anybody could stop him.

Tsimikas nodded, leaning against the wall with a ginger ale in hand. “It is quite like the game. But the winner receives a special prize from the one and only Greek Scouser. So…you guys wanna play? Or are you too macho for it?”

Everyone turned to Milner, as if asking for confirmation.

The Yorkshireman nodded, glaring at Tsimikas. “Bring it on, Kostantinos.”

*

The game went pretty well, considering Tsimikas had brought out his infamous Jeopardy music for the game. They dropped out like sardines, one by one. At the end only one man was left standing, or rather, sitting down: James Milner.

“Milly won a game of musical chairs?” Ramsay could barely stand up, he laughed so hard. “Oh, goodness me. It’s a good thing I’m videoing all of this!”

“That’s because you were the first man out,” Shaba shot back. “Even Alex beat you to this one, Calvin.”

“OI!” Chamberlain crossed his arms, pouting. “Why am I always the low bar here?”

Before the Scottish youngster could respond, an electronic screech filled the room. Everybody cringed, shoving their hands over their ears.

“Testing…one, two…testing…one, two…is this thing even on?” Finally, the static cleared. “Hello, fellow teammates! This is your main man Kostas here, announcing the prizes for Musical Dares!”

Before Milner could say something sarcastic, a curtain opened in the corner of the room. Tsimikas outright sashayed out of the room, carrying a small, covered wicker basket.

“For third place.” Tsimikas strutted up to Robertson and handed him a bottle. “SPF 50 sunscreen.”

Keita was next, and Tsimikas pressed a package into his palms. “Rose apples. I found these in the Maldives on vacation and thought you may like them.” He turned to Milner with a smirk. “And as for first prize…”

Milner gulped. For some reason, he had a very bad feeling about this.

“My man Milner. You get first prize.” Tsimikas leaned against the table, taking out his iPhone. “And first prize is this. In front of all of us, you must dance to a song…of my choosing.”

Milner immediately wished he’d pulled a Qatar and got eliminated in the first round. “Kostantinos Tsimikas, you have got to be kidding me. A dance? I’d shave my beard before I dance in front of all of you.”

“Then let’s see you do it.” Robertson held up the same pair of gardening shears from the “Knights of the Balbis Table incident”, as Milner liked to call it. “Edward Lear!”

“Shave the beard!” Ramsay and Kelleher called back, holding up razors.

“Fine, fine, fine, I’m dancing. I don’t want to relive that moment.” Milner glared at Tsimikas, towering over him. “You’d better not choose anything too girly, Kostas.”

Tsimikas smirked, plugging his phone into the speakers. “Would Beyonce’s Single Ladies qualify as ‘girly’?”

Milner nearly fainted.

*

Twelve minutes later, Milner was on the auditorium stage, dressed in a sparkly black bodysuit and a top hat. Tsimikas stood at one end of the stage grinning like an idiot, while the others watched from below.

Oh, the sheer humiliation.

“You’d better not tell anybody about this, not ever,” the Yorkshire man snarled, glaring at Tsimikas.

The Greek just grinned and pressed the play button on his phone. The familiar earworm blasted out of every speaker. “All the single ladies! All the single ladies!”

Milner just stood in the center of the stage, refusing to move a muscle. No way, no how was he going to entertain Tsimikas’ questionable sense of humor by dancing. In fact, he wasn’t going to move the whole song.

“Come on, man, dance!” Tsimikas urged him after they’d went through the whole first verse. “Loosen up, bro!”

“SHUT UP!” Milner roared, continuing to glare at the rest of the audience. He was not going to dance, he still had his pride left and even Tsimikas couldn’t take that from him. “The only thing that could be worse than this is if you’d asked me to marry you.”

“Are you trying to keep your dignity?” Matip called from the crowd. “No need to, Milly! You lost your dignity as soon as you signed up for this club.”

“Maybe I have some spare dignity in me.” Milner still refused to move a muscle, remaining rooted to the spot. “And maybe I’d like to preserve that, too.”

They went through the whole song without Milner even tapping his toe. Only when the song ended did Milner move off stage—only to bring Tsimikas to the center and slap him across the face.

“Yooo! What was that for, man?” Tsimikas brushed his cheek, still stinging from the slap.

Milner just glared at him, raising an eyebrow. He took the microphone and said, loud and clear, “That slap was for Kostas attempting to steal my dignity.”

He’d expected a few agreements, maybe a couple of deluded cheers for Tsimikas. But instead, everybody burst into laughter.

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[sacramentonewsjournal]

Stunning Dejan Lovren cushion noticed in Liverpool dressing room

Gamers come and go at a soccer membership and, irrespective of how liked they might be by followers for his or her on-field performances, it’s protected to imagine that a number of the present squad have robust mates who’ve departed Anfield. Within the current video shared by the membership’s YouTube channel, the FIFA 23 participant scores have been revealed however one thing within the background of 1 shot has caught the eye. READ MORE: (Video) “The work’s not achieved right here” – Elliott on profitable participant of the month for August and September As Kostas Tsimikas was exhibiting Thiago Alcantara his newest score and the brand new situation of the sport, a well-known face might be noticed within the nook of the dressing room. None apart from Dejan Lovren’s face was gracing a pillow and it’s definitely a shock to see. VOTE for Empire of the Kop as Greatest Membership Content material Creator (Premier League) right here: Soccer Content material Awards OR on Twitter with the FCA’s one-click Twitter hyperlink with: I’m voting for @Empireofthekop in @The_FCAs for #BestClubContentCreator (Premier League) It seems to be subsequent to Mo Salah’s locker too, which makes lots of sense and clearly reveals that the Egyptian King is lacking his outdated mate. You may see the Lovren cushion (from 7:46), within the far proper of the image by way of Liverpool FC on YouTube: Huge Liverpool drawback could have already been solved after Merson notes worldwide break benefit Share this: Share Twitter Originally published at Sacramento News Journal

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[avenirdelight]

Her Brothers’ Trust

Kostas Tsimikas (ft. Alexander-Arnold, Van Dijk, Henderson, Robertson)

After being encouraged (or slightly threatened?) by his teammates, Kostas comes to a point where he has to ask her out.

Kostas' eyes followed Trent who strode towards his table with a full plate in his hand and a glass of water in the other. Without even a hello, Trent sat down on the unoccupied chair across from him, settling down the things on his hands to the table.

"So, have you asked her out yet?" Trent said, eyeing the mouth-watering chicken he'd got on his plate. He was starving; the morning training session was quite exhausting.

"Good morning," Kostas answered, looking down on his own almost-empty plate. He could feel Trent's eyes on him now, but he didn't quite have the courage to meet the gaze because he knew Trent was judging him.

"You haven't, have you?" Trent's guess was spot on; even the tone of this voice was judging. He shook his head. "You're wasting your time."

"I don't think I have to rush," Kostas answered but he lacked all the confidence; he didn't even sound convincing to Trent.

Trent fell silent and it was somehow suspicious. The look on his face was also suspicious, like he was holding back from something he was dying to say. But Kostas didn't ask, because he knew Trent was going to say it anyway. Trent tended to do that.

Before both of them could say anything, a huge figure came to the table, sliding himself to the chair beside Trent as he drank his juice. It was Virgil.

"What are we talking about here?" The man asked, as if he'd already sensed that there was something interesting happening on the table between the two.

"Talking about Tsimi being a coward," Trent muttered, giving Kostas a certain look. It had been two months since Trent found out that Kostas liked his best friend, three weeks since he revealed to Kostas that she liked him back, and Trent was disappointed with how slow Kostas was moving.

Virgil sighed. Trent didn't need to explain what he meant for Virgil to understand. He also gave Kostas a look, but it was a lot kinder compared to Trent's. "You haven't made a move on her?" Virgil sounded surprised. "You like her, she likes you. Hendo, Bobby, Thiago, Ox, and I—"

"And me," Trent added.

"And Trent, have given you the permission. Robbo hasn't but I know he will, so what's holding you back?" Kostas didn't answer, so Virgil continued, "Give it a chance. I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't think you would be a good match for her," Virgil turned to Trent for a moment and Trent gave a light shrug, gesturing that he agreed. "But remember, if you hurt her, you're going to deal with all of us," Virgil warned, and he sounded serious.

Kostas gulped. That was the thing he worried about the most — hurting her and not living up to his teammates' expectations.

She was one of their nutritionists, everyone's favourite staff, everyone's little sister, and they were so protective of her. He was someone new; he'd been so scared if everyone found out about him liking her. But then Trent found out, then almost half of the team found out, and he'd needed to go through his weird period of time where they interrogated him, testing him if he'd be good enough for their beloved sister. They'd given him the green light.

And Kostas would like to try to ask her out, he wanted to, but he couldn't promise that he would be the most perfect guy to ever exist. She was a really nice girl and even though his teammates had even encouraged him, Kostas still thought that he wasn't good enough for her.

"You know she's been giving you signs. Even I see it," Trent said. "Are you going to make us witness the tension between you two forever? I'm getting sick of it." Again, Trent looked like he wanted to say more, but kept himself from saying it. Kostas didn't dare to ask, something was telling him that he wouldn't like what Trent would say.

They all fell silent. Kostas finished his meal first and he appreciated that Virgil tried to make conversations with him about topics other than her — training and the next match. Virgil left the table after emptying his glass of juice, saying that he needed to go see their physiotherapist before the afternoon training session. Kostas was left alone again with Trent.

Kostas felt that it would be too weird if he left first, so he decided to wait for Trent. He got his phone out and pretended to check on some messages. Trent, on the other hand, was contemplating about something and he completely looked like it, making Kostas feel pressured to ask about it. So the second Trent dropped his knife and fork, Kostas turned his attention back at him.

"Okay, I'm saying this because I'm her friend and I want the best for her," Trent began again before Kostas could even ask. "And I think you're way better than the guy she's been going on dates with."

Kostas gritted his teeth. It was enough to show Trent that he disliked the information Trent had just given him. "She's seeing someone?"

"No, not yet. It's just a couple dates from what she told me, and she's not sure about this lad," Trent explained. "But if you don't make your move soon, you might lose your chance."

—

"So I still can have yogurt, right?" Kostas asked for confirmation which she responded with a little laugh.

"Not too much, okay? And have it with fruits," she repeated. Kostas nodded, making mental notes of everything she just said.

She smiled before getting back to her computer to complete her report, leaving Kostas with his mind — his panicking mind.

Kostas had spent three days thinking about the piece of information that Trent had given him over lunch. And Trent's words had urged him to make a decision. Because to be honest, he knew he would regret it so much if she ended up with someone else, especially when he knew that she was also interested in him.

He had a session with her today. He'd made up his mind. He'd made a little plan to ask her out.

But it wasn't really going well. His heart was thumping in his ears, he was clasping his hands together to stop it from nervously fidgeting, he was constantly moving his right leg – he was awfully and extremely nervous. He'd never been this nervous asking someone out.

He hoped he could just say, "Hey, I really think that you're so beautiful and I love how your hair looks in a ponytail, I like your sweet voice and the way you talk, I love your personality and how smart you are, and I really, really like you, would you go on a date with me?" but he already stuttered reporting to her what he ate for the past week.

She always made Kostas feel like this. He didn't even remember when he started crushing on her, but one day he just started to get excited every time he saw her, he started to get nervous when they interacted, he started to get jealous when he saw his teammates goofing around with her or teasing her. And if he got jealous just by seeing her interacting with the people she'd been friends with for years, he didn't know how he would be if he saw her with another man.

"I hope you don't have a plan to eat out this week. No birthday dinners to attend to, right?" Her voice snapped Kostas back to his senses.

"No, but, uh..." He rubbed his nervous hands against knees. "I have this yogurt place that I really want to visit. I came across it on Instagram and I... I'm interested."

She looked up, flashing him an adoring smile that sent his stomach flipping. "You love your yogurt, don't you?"

"I used to grow up eating it. My mum used to always take me to a yogurt place near our house after a football practice and I'd get mad if she didn't."

The smile stayed on her lips. "Glad you did. I know a certain someone who didn't like dairy at all and he sometimes gave me headaches with his requests. I can't tell you who it is, though."

"Do you like yogurt?" Kostas blurted out. It was so sudden that it almost changed the whole mood in the room.

Her smile faltered a bit. "I do," she gave him a small nod.

"Do you want to go with me? To the yogurt place?"

The silence that followed as soon as Kostas dropped the question was almost deafening. They only stared at each other; she was trying to process the question and Kostas was realising how lame he must have sounded.

She dropped her gaze, settling her gaze on anything her eyes caught. She tilted her head as she pursed her lips. "Are you asking me out on a date?" Her small and shy voice asked.

"Yes," Kostas answered firmly, straightening up his posture on the chair. He didn't know where he got his confidence from, but he was determined not to mess this up. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

She didn't answer right away and it made Kostas start to worry. She was taking her time and Kostas' nervousness gradually grew with passing seconds. But the biggest relief washed over him when a sweet smile made an appearance on her face.

She nodded. Was that a yes? Kostas raised his eyebrows, too stunned to react. She must've sensed his confusion, so she nodded again.

"Yes, I'd love that."

Kostas let out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. "Thank you," he beamed. "Thank you, well, uh—" He scratched his neck again. "We'll get busy this week so maybe we'll find time next week?"

She was about to answer, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door. They both turned their attention to the glass door and could see Jordan behind it.

"Mate," Jordan said after he opened the door, peeking his head in. "The gaffer's looking for you. In his office. Now," he informed.

"Okay," Kostas bowed his head. "Thanks, bro."

"No problem." Jordan then turned her little figure behind the desk, tugging his lips upwards. "Hey, sis," he nodded his head at her.

"Hey, skipper, I wanted to see you," she said. "Are you free now?"

"Let me have my lunch first? I'm starving."

"Okay. Remember—"

"More protein. I won't forget," he cut her off and she responded with a little giggle as she gave him a thumb up. "The gaffer's waiting, Tsimi," he reminded Kostas, slightly raising his eyebrows. "Don't get too comfortable here."

And then Jordan winked. To Kostas. Jordan gave Kostas a teasing wink.

Kostas' heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and he could feel his cheeks getting warm from embarrassment. Kostas wished she didn't catch whatever that was, but she let out another giggle, which only meant she caught that and understood that Hendo was teasing him.

"Okay," Kostas said with widened eyes and slightly tilted head, signalling Jordan to leave. The skipper just grinned and left.

Kostas turned to her again and she was already looking at him. She had a small shy smile painted on her face and maybe Kostas was wrong, but she was blushing. She looked incredibly cute; his heart skipped a beat again and before he even realised it, he smiled.

Their smiles grew wider and it eventually became chuckles. They both briefly looked away. A genuine happy smile was shared between the two of them when their eyes locked onto each other again.

"So... We'll find time next week?" Kostas asked again and she nodded rather excitedly. "Okay. Thank you, uhh, I better get going, then," Kostas said, getting up from his chair. "I'll text you, okay?"

"I'll be waiting."

Kostas grabbed his phone from the desk and headed to the door.

"Tsimi?" her voice stopped him from opening the door. He looked at her over his shoulder. "Thank you. For finally asking the question."

Kostas' stomach flipped once again. He nodded as he gave her another smile. "Thank you for saying yes."

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"Can't say I'm happy about it," Andy said as he sat down beside Kostas in the boot room. It was a surprise to Kostas for Andy to approach him first. The lad hadn't even talked to him for a whole week since he'd found out that Kostas finally asked her out.

"But this morning the girl smiled so bright like she was competing with the sun," Andy continued and it finally hit Kostas what his teammate was talking about. They'd finally gone on a date last night; Andy must've found out about it. Andy turned to him and he was glad that the older lad didn't look so annoyed. "I don't really mind that. But if one day she came into work with a sad face and puffy eyes, you'd be my first suspect."

Kostas needed a couple of seconds to process Andy's words as he watched the lad bent down to put on his shoes. "O– Okay..." he stuttered. "Thank you." He didn't even know why he even said thank you, but out of all of his teammates, Andy was the closest to her and definitely the most protective of her. He remembered how mad Andy had gotten the first time he learned that Kostas liked her, so knowing that Andy finally gave him a blessing, it meant a lot to him.

Andy didn't say anything else and Kostas only sat on the bench like he was glued to it. But his eyes darted to the front, where Trent, Jordan, and Virgil sat there looking at him with the same subtle smile on their faces. Kostas wasted no time to look away, feeling a little bit embarrassed with the whole situation. It would be too awkward if he just left, so he bent down and pretended to fix his boots.

But he couldn't stop his smile from breaking. He tried to hide it by tucking his lips in between his teeth so no one could see. Andy left soon after by not saying anything, Kostas only watched him walk away from the corner of his eyes. He was getting ready to get up and also leave for the pitch, but he once again met Jordan's eyes and the skipper looked like he was about to say something, so Kostas looked back at him.

"She does look very happy today," Jordan said, standing up from the bench, fixing the hem of his shirt. "You've earned our trust so don't break it. Be good to her."

Kostas quickly nodded. His face was serious; he hoped Jordan could see how he meant it. He promised himself that he would never mess this up, not only for her or himself, but also for the people who loved her. He'd earned her brothers' trust, now it was time to earn hers.

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anyway, have you ever seen a new guy and think "ok i want to write a fic for this guy"? this is exactly what happened! (also i watched like 8 videos of liverpool before writing this and i felt like i cheated on spurs lol) i haven't really known kostas tsimikas yet but i hope this story fits him! enjoy!<3

i didn't how how it got so long — almost 2500 words?? and yes it was definitely more of a liverpool fic than a kostas/yn fic... i didn't know if his teammates called him "tsimi"? and i'm also curious who his best friends are! (i only know mo and i guess thiago)? please tell me so i can write him better next time:')

but i wish i was her though, working at the club, being everyone's favourite staff, even being a sister to them?ㅠㅠ i hope you enjoyed it! tell me what you like about this one!<3

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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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Kostas Tsimikas

Kostas Tsimikas born on the 12th of May 1996. He plays for Liverpool FC and Greece National Team.

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Liverpool 3 Cardiff City 1: Match Review

But. Anfield is awash with studious players. From Kostas Tsimikas, who has figured out the perfectly angled ball to pull Cardiff to the left and stretch them out of shape, to Trent Alexander-Arnold, who is a connoisseur of the sling shot crossfield placing the ball at the field of Diogo Jota. These are well educated players, well practised in Jurgen Klopp’s brand of learned football. Caoimhin Kelleher in goal makes early mistakes, but this is the Anfield library of studious football and he gets better as the game goes on.

This is a cup game from which they will all learn. Cardiff are tall and strong. Liverpool are fast and (for the most part) sharp.

Apart from the wind. The wind absolutely skews the contest throughout. Over and over we find ourselves not able to read where it will drop. It turns volleys into headers. It is MOM.

Liverpool are set up for attack, and therefore Cardiff must set up to defend. Defensively Cardiff are capable, so one team must out tactic the other. If Liverpool are to win they must find a way. And its the clever angles Tsimikas and Alexander-Arnold find that undo the Welsh team. Cardiff are too flat for Liverpool. And in the end, too slow. We are bright, and clever. สล็อตเว็บตรงไม่ผ่านเอเย่นต์

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While their rivals were busy increasing their bids for Football World Cup 2022 qualification, Spain plied their trade in the Nations League Finals last month, firstly sighted off the danger of Italy thanks to Ferran Torres's heroics before doing battle with France in the attraction event. However, La Roja fell small in the last as Karim Benzema and Kylian Mbappe invalid out Mikel Oyarzabal's opener to permission Spain ruing what could have been.

With the 2010 world winners still waiting for their first major trophy since their Euro 2012 triumph. Greece has two interruptions to work around for this contest, with Pantelis Chatzidiakos sighted red against Sweden while captain Anastasios Bakasetas collected his second reservation of qualification in that defeat. For more to know about FIFA World Cup Packages Click here

With Dinos Mavropanos also not complicated in November's fixtures, Van’t Schip could turn to the opened Dimitris Goutas, with the center-back boastful four goals in this season's Super Lig already. Petros Mantalos is likely to deputise in the hole as Bakasetas serves his interruption, while Kostas Tsimikas may also be obligatory as an emergency Centre-back in the hosts' back three.

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