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lfcslut · 2 years

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joe gomez x reader

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request: hey, i love your writing! could i please request a really smutty one with joe g please? maybe an enemies to lovers where she's the club medic or physio or something like that and they really don't get on... until the tension boils over one day into an explosive and absolutely incredible hate fu*k (maybe in the treatment room?!)🤭🤭🤭 x

warnings: 18+ ONLY! smut smut smut. hate fucking, enemies to lovers (almost?), degradation kink, name calling (whore, slut), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, size kink, choking, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, biting, mentions of ghosting. this is filthy and i apologize.

Being the club medic for Liverpool Football Club had been your childhood dream. Growing up, you loved football, but you also loved science, and what better way to combine the two than to go into sports medicine? You had worked so hard for so many years to make it here. All of the long nights spent studying, the exams that you had suffered through, the hours of clinical experience that you had needed - it was all worth it because you were now at your favorite club, doing your dream job. There was just one exception… and that exception came in the form of a certain player named Joe Gomez.

You and Joe had history. A year ago, while you were still in school, you had run into him on a night out in the city. The two of you had immediately hit it off. He was just your type - tall, muscularly built, with thick curly hair - and it didn’t hurt that he played for your favorite club either. You went home together that night, and you had to admit, you kind of fell for him. He was kind and sweet, and he even took you out for a proper date the next day. The two of you dated for a few more weeks and you had even met each other’s friends. Then, one weekend, Joe had to go out of town for an away game. You expected to hear from him as soon as he got back into town, but days turned into weeks, and before you knew it, Joe Gomez had turned into nothing more than another fling from your past.

You were hurt. Being ghosted is never fun, but this one hurt more than usual - especially considering that your “situationship” had only lasted a few weeks and had never been defined. You just figured that he had met someone else, or that he had simply moved on to his next conquest. You should have known better than to mess with footballers, you thought to yourself. You had to admit that you hadn’t really bothered to reach out to him either. You were never the type to chase or to beg. You were of the belief that if a man wanted you, he would put in the effort to have you. At least that’s what you told yourself as you sulked around your house for a few days, avoiding all the questions from your girlfriends about how it was going with that Liverpool player you’ve been seeing.

So, a year later, when you were hired by Liverpool, of course the thought of having to work with Joe had crossed your mind. You had figured that by now, it would all be water under the bridge. As it turned out though, old wounds still burn when you rub salt in them.

By now, you had been working at Liverpool for a few months, and somehow, you and Joe had not even exchanged a single word. He barely even looked at you, to be honest. At first, you wondered if perhaps he didn’t remember or recognize you. But from the way he continued to avoid you at all costs, you knew that he did in fact remember you - and that for some reason, he was the one angry with you. You were a little surprised by this. After all, he had been the one to ghost you, not the other way around, right? Regardless, you realized that if he wanted to avoid you, then you would do the same to him. You assigned one of your assistants to him and hoped that this meant you would never have to speak to Joe again.

All of your hopes of getting through your entire career at Liverpool without interacting with Joe Gomez came to a crashing halt one day when your assistant called out with the flu. As soon as Kevin had called you that morning, sniffling and coughing and apologizing for not being able to come in, you knew that you were fucked. Joe had been out of training for several days with a small hamstring injury that he had picked up in a match. He was scheduled for a follow up today, and now that Kevin was out, you would have to be the one to take it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself when you looked at the schedule that morning. What were you going to say to him? A nervous knot had been forming in your stomach all morning and you could barely concentrate on any of your other appointments. By the time afternoon rolled around, you were hoping that Joe would cancel or reschedule, but sure enough, you heard a knock on the door at exactly 1PM.

“Oh,” said Joe as he entered the exam room and saw you. “It’s you.”

It’s you? Those were his first words to you? You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself.

“I thought I had Kevin again today,” he said, casually sitting down on the exam table.

You cleared your throat, still not making eye contact with him. “Um, no. Kevin called out sick.”

“That’s a shame.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes while you pretended to look up his scans on the computer. Finally, you realized that you needed to say something or the two of you would be sat here for a long time.

“So. I’ve looked over your scans. How’s your hamstring doing?” You asked, pretending to be busy on the computer so as to not have to look him in the eyes.

“It’s fine,” shrugged Joe. “It doesn’t even really bother me much anymore. Hopefully I’ll be back in training by the end of the week.”

“Good. I agree with you. I’ll sign you off to come back to training on Friday.”

Silence fell over the room again. You shifted in your seat. You knew that you had to bring up the elephant in the room or else it would eat you apart.

“Joe, I-”

“Just stop. I know what you’re going to say,” Joe cut you off before you even had a chance to speak. “You did a pretty shitty thing, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie.”

You were so taken aback that it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts and respond. “I did a shitty thing?” You gawked at him. “What about you?”

“Me? What the hell did I do?” Joe asked, and you could tell from the look on his face that he was genuinely surprised at the possibility that he had done anything wrong.

“You ghosted me! You went away to Brighton and I never heard from you again!”

Joe stared at you with a confused expression on his face before responding. “Excuse me? It’s not like you bothered to reach out to me, either.”

You couldn’t believe this. How could he possibly be turning this around onto you? “You know, if you had just owned up to it and apologized, we could have moved past this, but this is really low, even for you,” you muttered angrily, getting up from your chair and beginning to walk towards the door. You weren’t going to sit around and be gaslit by this idiot.

“Wait, wait,” Joe reached for your arm. “Maybe we should talk about this.”

Your stomach somersaulted when he touched you, and to your surprise, you didn’t pull away from him. “There’s nothing to talk about!” you said angrily. “Clearly you’re unable to realize that you were the one in the wrong!”

“I think you’re the one who needs to realize that, sweetheart,” responded Joe, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face now, which only aggravated you even more. You turned to face him, so that you were now standing only a few inches away from him. Even as you were fuming, you couldn’t help but think about how he would look with his arms around you and his tongue shoved down your throat right now.

“Don’t call me that,” you muttered.

“Why not?” Joe now grinned, his grip on your arm tightening, and he pulled you in slightly closer to him. His eyes tracked down to your lips and lingered for a moment before coming back up to your eyes. “If I remember correctly, you used to love it when I called you that.”

To your surprise, you inched even closer to him. “Yeah, used to are the key words here.” By this point, your faces were nearly touching, and you held your breath for a moment before Joe pulled you closer to him and crashed his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed past yours. The kiss was wet and hot and messy. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about this exact moment whenever you would pass him in the halls or watch him during a match. You had never thought that it would be here though, in the exam room, with people walking by threatening to walk in on you at any moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed against him. You could feel his hardened member rubbing against your crotch. After a few moments, Joe pulled away and you both looked each other up and down. He put his thumb to your mouth and you opened up immediately, gently sucking on his finger as you stared into his eyes. He groaned at the sight. “That’s a dirty mouth you’ve got on you, babe. Don’t have much to say now though, do ya?” He chuckled, and you felt the rage bubble back up again.

“Fuck you,” you said, and without thinking about it, you bit down on his thumb.

“What the fuck,” Joe exclaimed, immediately removing his thumb from your mouth. “Oh darling, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Turn around.”

You did as you were told. Joe grabbed your hips and positioned you so that you were face down on the exam table. You flinched as your body touched the cold surface.

Joe leaned against you and brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna fuck you over this table like the dirty little whore that you are,” he whispered in your ear. You could feel his dick rubbing against you, and the wetness in your core grew. He pulled your hair away from your eyes and gave it a little tug, which made you moan.

You could feel yourself panting heavily with anticipation as you felt Joe move down your body until he reached your ass. He began to pull your skirt down, and you quietly thanked yourself that you had chosen nice underwear this morning.

“Did you wear these panties for me, baby?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes. “You wish,” you scoffed at him. You immediately regretted this though, as you felt his hand come down and spank your ass, causing you to let out a yelp.

“What did you say?” You were silent, your ass still stinging where his hand had landed. “That’s what I thought.” He grinned and went back to pulling your panties down, before balling it up and putting it in his pocket. He then took a finger and swiped it up and down your folds before bringing his finger to his mouth. “You taste so sweet.”

You moaned, inching your ass out against him, desperate for more. “Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” he chuckled again. He brought his mouth down to your pussy and licked you up and down once. “And so fucking wet for me, too.”

You groaned as your pussy clenched around nothing. You were tired of all the teasing - you just wanted something inside of you - his fingers, his tongue, his cock - anything. Joe could tell that you were annoyed, but unfortunately for you, this only seemed to amuse him even more. “You need me that bad, baby?”

“Please just fuck me,” you muttered under your breath, too ashamed to say it any louder.

“Oh, I will, darling. But first, let me taste this pretty little pussy.” And with that, you felt his tongue suck on your clit, and you let out a small scream. You knew that you had to be quiet - your next appointment wasn’t until later in the day, but you could still hear people walking around outside. After licking you up and down, he pushed a finger inside of you, and you had to bite down on your first to prevent yourself from screaming.

“Fuck, baby, did you feel how easily that slipped in?” His eyes were glued to your pussy, mesmerized at how slippery you were, as his finger curled and hit the spot where you needed him the most.

“More, please,” you uttered, barely able to get the words out in between your stifled moans.

“You ready for another finger, baby?” You nodded eagerly and he shoved another finger inside of you. “Then fucking take it. Take my fingers like you’re gonna take my cock.” You could hear your pussy squelching as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m close-” You were too drunk off of the pleasure to feel embarrassed at how quickly you were about to come.

“That’s right, fucking come for me. Come all over my fingers, baby.” His words brought you over the edge to your climax. Your toes curled and your pussy pulsated around his slender digits as he continued pumping through your high.

“Fuck, baby, you made a mess,” said Joe as he looked down at the wetness dripping from your core. You were too busy coming down from your high to process what he was saying. “Turn around for me now and get your sexy ass onto this table.” You did as you were told, climbing onto the exam table, facing him this time. Joe pulled his shorts and his boxers down, and you let out a whimper when you saw how hard and big his dick was now. He stroked it lazily, precum glistening at the tip, and you felt your mouth open instinctually.

“You want this?” he asked you, and you felt your pussy clench. “Stick out your tongue,” he whispered, and you did as you were told. Joe gathered some saliva in your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. You held your tongue out for him to see and he groaned. “Such a pretty sight. Now swallow for me, love.” You obliged. “Good girl.”

He lined his dick up against your slit, teasing you for a second by sliding it up and down. You moaned, done with all of his teasing, and he let out a small chuckle before slipping inside and bottoming you out with one thrust.

“Fuck, Joe!” you screamed, forgetting where you were momentarily and that any one of your coworkers could probably hear you right now. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Am I?” he said, grabbing your hair tightly behind your head and looking down to watch his dick disappear inside you. “Fuck, look at that, baby. Look at how pretty your pussy looks taking my dick.” Your pussy squeezed him tight and your hands instinctively went up to his chest, pulling his shirt up. You ran your hands up and down his chiseled chest. He let go of your hair to grab onto your hips, giving himself more leverage to fuck into you, his balls slapping against you as he moaned about how wet and tight you felt around him.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy. Who’s fucking you this good?”

You couldn’t speak for a second, and when you didn’t answer him immediately, he brought his hands to your neck and wrapped them around your throat. “I asked you a question,” he said, slapping you once across the face.

“You are, Joe. You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, baby. Let everyone know how good you’re being fucked right now.”

The sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy together with your moans were so loud that you were almost certain that anyone who walked by would be able to hear you right now. The thought of being caught at any minute should have frightened you, but instead it just turned you on even more. You felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Feeling your pussy clenching around him, Joe leaned in deeper, taking your face in his hands and bringing it close to his. “You gonna come for me, baby?” You nodded eagerly and he brought your lips to his, engulfing you in a sloppy kiss.

“Then come, baby. Come all over my cock. I wanna hear you screaming my name.” And that was exactly what you did. He fucked you through your high and you felt his dick quiver inside of you as he reached his climax, too. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he said as he shooted his load inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. He continued fucking you until you were full to the brim with him before you both collapsed onto the exam table.

“So…” said Joe once the two of you had come down from your high. “Maybe I should take you out to dinner?”

“In your dreams, Gomez.”

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ceofjohnlennon · 2 years

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The Beatles facts, from the "Fabulous" magazine in 1965:

John flew to Hong Kong wearing pyjamas.

John is a cat-lover.

Ringo spent much of his childhood in a Cheshire hospital.

John used to envy his cousin Stanley's Meccano set.

Brian Epstein hesitated a long time before taking Ringo as a replacement for Pete Best.

George is afraid of flying.

George has bought a bow and arrow.

Pattie Boyd didn't like the Beatles before she met them on the set of A Hard Day's Night.

John’s father was a singer on pre-war Atlantic liners.

Ringo's stepfather, Harry Graves, sings Beatles songs at family parties.

The Beatles never visit a barber.

Paul washes his hair every day.

The Beatles turned down the offer of an appearance on the 1964 Royal Variety Show.

Ringo cannot swim, except for brief doggie paddle.

Brian Epstein made the Beatles have their hair cut short after he signed them in 1962.

They are never photographed with their hair 'up.'

Paul ate corn flakes and bacon and eggs at a champagne and caviar luncheon in London. Music publisher Dick James was host.

The Beatles didn't want to go to Australia without Ringo when he was ill. But Brian persuaded them to change their minds.

Paul has a mini as well as an Aston Martin DB4.

George's personal Christmas card was a photograph of him scowling at a cameraman.

John never saw an audience properly until Dundee in Scotland. Then he wore contact lenses.

An American firm wrote to the Beatles asking if they could market the Beatles' bathwater at a dollar a bottle.

They refused the offer.

Their road manager, Mal Evans, was once a bouncer at the Liverpool Cavern Club.

Neil Aspinall, their other road manager, was given a Jaguar last Christmas – a present from the Beatles.

Paul drinks coffee for breakfast. The other three drink tea – even in America.

Ringo had his new clothes designed by a woman, Caroline Charles.

Jane Asher bought Paul a record player for his Aston Martin.

Brian Epstein says, 'America discovered Ringo.’

Paul believes he is not a very good guitarist.

None of the Beatles drinks Scotch and Coke. They now dilute the occasional spirit with lemonade.

John told an American journalist that US fashions were five years behind the UK.

The Beatles never really liked jelly babies. They just said they did for a joke.

They carry a crate of pop in the trunk of their Austin Princess.

Their new chauffeur, Alf Bicknell, used to drive for David Niven and Cary Grant.

Burt Lancaster has sent Ringo a set of pistols. They became friends in Hollywood.

Burt let them use his home for a showing of A Shot in the Dark.

Edward G. Robinson and his grandchild twice joined the queue to shake hands with The Beatles at their Hollywood garden party.

So did Mrs Dean Martin and her five children.

The Beatles have no pockets in their trousers and only two side pockets in their jackets. Paul designed them.

All they carry on them in the way of money is a few banknotes.

John has bought his mother-in-law a house near his own in Surrey.

None of The Beatles wears under shirts.

Paul wants to buy a farm.

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #60s #1965 #my:read

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findingnemosworld · 1 year

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𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 - 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐟 𝐮𝐩.

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕

The pub was semi crowded with several people coming in to unwind after a long stressful day, amongst those people were twenty two year old Ainsley Kingston and twenty three year old Clara Santori, the two culinary arts students who had decided to step out in order to celebrate their most recent success as well celebrate Clara finally leaving her boyfriend of two years, Jadon Collins.

Ainsley was able to find an empty space, ordering two pints. " I'm so glad you woke up and left that bonehead! " she states.

Clara giggles, " Freedom does taste good! "

To say it has been difficult would be an understatement - she'd met and quickly fell in love with Jadon, an indie musician completely by chance - much to the dismay of Ainsley who advised her to let him go as the blonde was aware that he in fact, wasn't as good as he made himself out to be.

" Now, you can focus on achieving higher grades and think of the future you'll have as a top chef! " Ainsley said before giggling " Our restaurants or bakeries might end up competing, but all in good fun "

The pints were placed in front of them and Clara sighed, " I am not going to let any man distract me, no matter how talented and handsome he might be "

Ainsley lifts the pint up, " To new beginnings, better grades and most of all, no men "

Clara beams, gently clinking her glass with hers. " Cheers! "

They spend the rest of their time chatting over future holiday plans when Ainsley suddenly stopped talking, her eyes widening as though she'd seen a ghost, " Oh my lord! "

Clara frowns, " What? "

" Four Liverpool football players just walked in " Ainsley whispers.

Clara raised a brow, " I didn't know you liked football! " she exclaims.

Ainsley rolled her eyes, " My father does, I only watch it cause the players are cute " she laughs, " but seriously, look " she discreetly gestures to the booth.

Clara subtly turns around to check, the smile on her face falls and her eyes widen. " Fuck! " she blurts out.

" I know right, they're all hot! " Ainsley murmurs.

" No " Clara shakes her head before adding," Fuck as in one of them is my former high school boyfriend who dumped me for his football career "

Ainsley raised a brow, " Wait which one? "

Clara takes a big gulp of her drink before muttering, " The one with the blonde hair, who has a hair tie? he's sitting next to the ginger haired player "

Ainsley takes another look, " Wait ... is that? "

" Fernando Torres, yes? last time I checked, he was playing for Atlético Madrid " Clara groans. " I had no idea he's playing for Liverpool now "

" You should go talk to him " Ainsley shrugs before taking a gulp of her drink.

" And what do you expect me to say? 'Oh hi! remember me, the teenage girl that you said would hold you back' " Clara mimicked a cheerful tone before rolling her eyes, " There is no way I'm going there so let's finish our drinks and leave "

Ainsley shakes her head, " Whatever you say? "

She finished the last bit of her drink right after Ainsley and as they tried to slip out undetected, she stops upon hearing the all too familiar voice calling out her name. " Lara! "

Clara winces, silently cursing herself as Ainsley struggled to hide her smile; the brunette turns around to face her former lover from way back when, " Nando! Hola " she said a bit too cheerfully.

" Hola " Fernando smiles, " I thought I was dreaming when I saw you earlier, I mean ... wow, you look "

" Different, yes I am fully aware of that " Clara chuckles, " I can safely say the same to you, I mean last time I heard you were still in Atletico playing "

" Yes, but when the offer from Liverpool came, it was very difficult not to accept it! " Fernando shrugs, before turning to Ainsley. " It's nice to meet you, I'm Fernando "

" So I've heard " Ainsley smiles, " Ainsley " she turns to Clara, " I'll wait in the car ok "

Clara nods swiftly before turning to Fernando, " It was great seeing you but I have to go now " she gestures to the door.

Fernando nods, before he said. " Do you think we can meet over a cup of coffee or breakfast sometime? "

Clara halts in her steps, gnawing on her lip as she debated whether or not she should accept the offer; a few seconds had passed before she relents, nodding as she rummaged through her purse to pull out a piece of paper she had and a pen, she writes down her phone number and hands it to him. " Here, call me whenever you're free "

Fernando smiles, " I will, it was great seeing you Lara "

" You too Nando " Clara smiles back.

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

The last thing Clara expected was to restart her life after a rather messy divorce, her former husband had been shamelessly having an affair for five years and as much as she tried her best to walk away as quietly as she can - he was more than hellbent on making things far arduous for her to the extent of forcing her to move back to Madrid and start her life once again with her adopted children, seventeen year old Atlas and eleven year old Sara.

Early on in her life, Clara had discovered her inability to have children which prompted her and her former husband to adopt, and while her husband was more than kind to both children, she couldn't fathom why he up and decided to betray her in such a foul manner yet she opts not to dwell on it, choosing to return to her roots and help her mother with the family bakery while both her children chased their dreams, mostly Atlas whom has been a part of the Atletico Youth Academy.

Clara had noticed early on just how passionate the young boy was in regards to football which fondly reminded her of Fernando, and thus, she helped him with try outs and was proud to see him flourish each time he played. Sara, on the other hand was as passionate as Clara was about bakery which thrilled the brunette as she used her passion as means for them to connect further.

On one evening, Atlas returned from training with a proud smile across his face. " I have big news! "

Clara and Sara, who were in the kitchen both smiled. " What? "

" The coaches were so impressed with me that they want me to feature in the next UEFA Youth League fixture against Bayern Munich " Atlas exclaimed.

Clara smiled widely, " I'm so proud of you " she embraced her son.

" You should have seen the looks on their faces Mamá, they said I possessed an advanced skillset that will shine in the match, I'm going to start practice tomorrow " Atlas said.

" Great job hermano " Sara said with a smile.

" Gracias hermanita " Atlas smiles.

" You are exceptional baby, so there's no doubt you'll fly even higher " Clara said, " you know what, with such big news, I say we order food tonight "

Sara cheers, " Yes! let's order from the new Italian place that opened up "

" Yeah, Ferran said they have great pizza! " Atlas nods.

Clara makes an order than asks Atlas, " When's the match going to be? "

" Next Monday, I was honestly hesitant on accepting but Mister Torres said I reminded him of when he used to play " Atlas said.

Clara's eyes widened at the mentioning of the familiar last name, she looks at her son. " Who? "

" Mister Torres, he was recently appointed as the coach to the youth side after he came back from Japan " Atlas said. " It was so cool playing in front of him "

Clara smiles, " I'm proud of you " she strokes Atlas's cheek; ignoring the way her heart fluttered at the thought of him, it had been twelve years since she last spoke to Fernando, their last encounter happening just mere weeks before he made the shocking move to Chelsea.

" Gracias Mamá, I wouldn't have made it without you and Sara supporting me! " Atlas said.

That night, Clara had lied awake in her bed; her mind clamored by the many thoughts interlaced with one another - she didn't keep up much with his career, but had only heard tidbits from her family that knew his family, so the chances of them ever meeting again seemed slim to none up until now, it would only be a matter of time before she saw him again, given his new status as her son's coach.

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𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕

Finding time between studies as well as football seemed rather arduous for Fernando and Clara yet they were somehow able to make it work; she'd often come and attend his matches whenever she can and he became her personal taster before she was set to deliver her assignment, and while they both agreed that their bond was strictly that of two people reconnecting as friends, the soft undertones would peak every now and then to haunt her, causing her to wonder if there was perhaps a future for the two of them

On one evening, Fernando stopped by to spend time with her before Liverpool's upcoming bout against Manchester United, she'd given him an extra set of keys to facilitate his visits, he walked in and was immediately hit by the scent of freshly baked goods with a hint of spice, following the scent to the kitchen - he is met with a distressed Clara who was surprised by seeing him, " I thought you had practice "

" I finished early! " Fernando exclaims, before asking. " Lara, are you ok? "

Clara heaves out a soft breath, " If you count me baking for the third time because there's something missing in this stupid assignment then no I'm not fine "

Fernando sighs, for as long as he had known Clara, he was well aware of her tendencies to strive for perfection; often times leading her to become distressed and disassociated with reality. " Lara! " he walks over to her, " Why don't we go out? drive around the city? "

" Nando " Clara groans, " I can't ... "

" Yes you can, your assignment is not due until a week from now, and I'm very much craving something sweet so let's go out " Fernando said.

Clara shoots him a glare to which he responded with a chuckle as he leads her to her bedroom, " You'll thank me later, now go and change please "

She relents and changes into a shirt and a pair of jeans before joining him on a drive around the city, they barely spoke as the only sound heard was that of the radio playing music, Fernando stops in front of a small café, he leads Clara to the table near the window and orders two slices of chocolate cake for them, " Look at me! " he said.

Clara looks up, " Hm "

" You're beyond gifted when it comes to food, and I'm not just saying that cause I've known you for so long, it's the truth, it's why you got this far and you'll reach even higher " Fernando said, smiling when he noticed the faint smile adorning her lips. " Besides, when you open up the first restaurant, I'll be there proudly boasting about how I've known the amazing Clara Santori since childhood "

Clara's eyes softened, " You think so? "

" I know so " Fernando takes her hand to squeeze it. " I fully believe in you "

They spend the rest of the time eating their cake slices while she asked him about his upcoming matches, " I'm nervous " he admits with a chuckle. " But I'm trying to remain hopeful, especially since the coach believes in me, Stevie believes me as well as the team "

" And I believe in you, you're glowing whenever you play and that makes me happy " Clara smiles.

Fernando smiles back before saying, " I'm really sorry for the way I hurt you Lara! " he said.

" It's fine Nando, we were just two emotional kids " Clara shrugs, " It took us a while to understand, but at least we can be friends now "

Fernando chews on his lower lip before sayin with a tentative shaky tone, " What if I don't want that? "

" What? " Clara said with a confused expression.

" Lara, spending all this time with you made me realize that I don't think I can see a future without you in it " Fernando said, " I know I'm asking for a lot but, do you think we can ... I don't know " he chuckles nervously. " Start this on a different note, because you mean the world to me "

Clara would lie if she said she hadn't thought of the prospect of starting all over with Fernando, he was always her first love and you never forget your first, and reconnecting with him these past few months had shown her just how much she missed him.

" On one condition " Clara said.

" Anything! " Fernando said.

" If by any chance, this doesn't work, we will be very honest with one another and walk away on a good note " Clara said. " I want to try this again but you have to be patient with me "

" I promise " Fernando squeezes her hand. " I'll wait for you, forever "

They end their evening with a stroll in the park and just as the weather had gotten chilly, Fernando had removed the cardigan he was wearing to place it around her before wrapping his arm around her shoulder to tug her close, and for the first time, in a really long time - she felt seen, loved, and secure.

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

" Mamá "

Clara blinks, drawn back into reality by the sound of her daughter's voice, she turns around and smiles, " Sí, hija "

" Are you ok? " Sara asks her, " You've been acting strange since Atlas mentioned the name of his coach "

Clara sighed, she was certain that her reactions were not noticeable yet her daughter was very much perceptive in certain moments, " I'm fine hija, don't worry "

" Are you sure? cause the second Atlas mentioned name, it was like you've seen a ghost or something " Sara said.

Clara shakes her head, she did in fact see a ghost; the ghost of the past she had worked hard to bury. " Sara, I'm ok. I was just drained from work and to be fair, surprised by your brother's words, that's all there is "

Sara nods, " Ok, but if you're not feeling well, you can tell me "

Clara smiled, Sara might have been ten yet she had such an old soul. It's one of the reasons why she had felt drawn to her the first time she met her during the adoption proceedings. " I know, but don't you worry ok "

Sara nods, reaching to pull her into an embrace. " I love you Mamá "

" I love you too hija " Clara smiled, pressing a kiss to her head.

The following morning,

" Fernando is coaching Atlas! " Clara blurts out while she and her mother were organizing the display table, " Did you know? "

Beatrice nods, " Sí, it's all over the news, you didn't know? "

Clara shakes her head, " You know me, I barely check the news! so I was surprised "

Beatrice raised a brow, " surprised or ... something else? "

" Mamá " Clara groans.

" I'm not trying to make you feel guilty but you were the one that refused to speak to him when he tried to reach out " Beatrice said with a shrug.

" I had a very good reason " Clara said, " But it's long gone, and besides it's not like I'm going to run into him, Xavier drives Atlas home from training so that saves me the embarrassment of seeing him again "

Beatrice sighs, " Clara, hija! I think you should talk to him "

" Why? I have nothing to say, the last time we saw each other he outright said that I was holding him back, again " Clara said. " And then no more than a week later, he was seen with someone else so why should I talk to him? for all I know he could be married, and has kids so I'm going to save myself the trouble and pretend he's still off somewhere else "

" Who taught you how to play like this? " Fernando asks the young boy while he was helping him practice.

" My Tío, he gave me the basics and I spent the rest of the time watching old videos and trying to work my way into understanding the rest, then my mother helped me with driving me to and from several academies until I was accepted here " Atlas responds.

Fernando nods, " What about your father? "

Atlas chuckles, " He left us, me, my mother and my little sister! all because my sister and I are adopted, and in his words - he wanted actual children, my mother on the other hand gave up her dreams of becoming a restaurant owner to help me and my sister get a better life "

Fernando frowns, " Your mother was a restaurant owner? "

" She was going to be " Atlas said. " We lived in Paris for a while and when my father left, she decided that it was best for us to return here to Madrid "

No, it can't be. Fernando thinks, shaking his head before saying, " I'm glad she helped you get here, you've got a bright future Atlas "

" You think so? it's always been my dream to go professional " Atlas smiles.

" And you will, I believe in you " Fernando smiles, recalling how she used to tell him that each time he felt nervous.

" Gracias Mister, I promise I won't let you down " Atlas said.

" I know you won't " Fernando said. " Listen, why don't you invite your Mamá and sister to come and see you play in the match against Sevilla "

" Sure, I'll tell them " Atlas smiles.

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𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏

" What am I supposed to do? " Fernando asked, feeling both confused and slightly afraid after she had convinced him to help her in the kitchen.

" Grab the piping bag " Clara giggles, before she grabbed the other one full of the icing mix.

" Ok " Fernando nods, grabbing the piping bag. " Now what? "

Clara carefully displayed the way in which he places the piping bag over the cupcake, " You slowly press and it creates a flower, see " she said.

Fernando observes her and smiles before nodding, " Ok, let's see " he tries to mimic her, " Like this? "

Clara places her piping bag and leaned closer, placing her hands over his to guide him through. " Try to go slow but not too slow " she said.

Fernando looks at her then looks back at the cupcake, smiling when it turned out quite well. " It's good "

" You're a quick learner " Clara beams.

Fernando blushed at the remark, " remember when we nearly burnt my house down because we tried to bake cookies "

Clara nods laughing, " I think your Mamá almost killed me "

" No, she loves you a lot! she was very angry when we broke up the first time " Fernando said. " And I don't blame her! "

Clara smiled, " At least we managed to find our way back to one another "

Fernando nods, placing the piping bag down on the counter, he cradled her face in his hands and pressed a long yet soft kiss to her lips, smiling against them when she let out a small moan. " Careful Lara, or else we're going to be distracted " he chuckles.

" Maybe I want to distract you " Clara giggles.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫,

Clara had walked into their shared home, a sense of dread washed over her. " Nando! " she received no response in return, which made her frown in confusion - she looks around, finally realizing that the home was semi empty as any remnants and traces of Fernando were gone, the only thing she noticed was a paper placed on top of the kitchen counter, nervously, she grabs the paper and unfolds it to find a handwritten letter.

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Lara,

It was hard for me to write this latter, as I have rewritten this plenty of times but I think it's best if I do this instead of telling you because I wouldn't survive seeing you cry, I'll start this by saying that I love you and that I didn't mean for this to happen but - I can't do this, I can't let myself be held back and in turn hold you back.

Chelsea had offered me a good deal, and I couldn't refuse and knowing that you have so many dreams ahead, I can't possibly live with myself knowing that you might give them all up and move to London with me, so I think it's best if we go our separate ways.

I am grateful for all the love and support you've given me but you deserve someone that'll give you the stability and love you're searching for - and I hope that find that person in the end, I don't know about you, but what I do know is that I'll keep you in my mind forever, I love you so much.

Please, don't try to contact me, it's best if we don't talk.

Love, Nando.

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Clara had taken a moment to compose herself before she rolled up the paper and threw it in the bin, she then grabs her cellphone and dials Ainsley's number. " Hey, ... " she said, " Can I come over? Ok, I'll be on my way "

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

It's almost as if their hearts had told them, that after such a turbulent period of time; they'd find a way to see one another again, Clara was afraid and so was Fernando - throughout the match, he'd tried his best to be focused yet ever so often, his mind would draw back to the fact that within the crowd of people in attendance to see the match was the only woman he had truly loved, and it didn't truly settle until his side had won and the parents were congratulating their boys that Atlas nearly sprints towards Clara to embrace her.

Fernando watched from where he stood, a mixture of shock and a sense of longing settled; she hadn't changed much save for her brunette locks growing in length and the presence of more lines across the corners of her eyes, her ever bright smile remained the same and it wasn't until their eyes met that her smile fell, yet not for long as it instantly appeared when she looked at Atlas.

Atlas then leads her and whom he presumed to be his younger sister towards him, " Mister, this is my Mamá Clara, and this is my younger sister Sara "

Clara's eyes were screaming as she forced a smile then extends her hand, " It's nice to meet you "

Fernando understood why she would do that, his manner of departure had hurt her more than it hurt him, he shakes her hand with a forced smile. " Likewise "

Clara turns to Atlas, " Hijo, take Sara to the car with you. I want to speak to your coach for a bit "

Atlas nods, " sure, come on Sara " he leads his younger sister away.

Clara watched them then turned to Fernando, " I want to make one thing clear, I don't know you, you don't know me and what we had before, was just an illusion. I'm going to be as civil as I can throughout this time for the sake of my son, but other than that - I am not expecting any kind of explanation, much less an apology "

" Lara " Fernando whispers.

" No " Clara raises her hand, " It's Clara, only those closest to me call me Lara "

#fernando torres #fernando torres imagine #fernando torres fanfiction #fernando torres one shot #el nino

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shaykarniel · 10 months

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Little Jimmy Osmond - Long haired lover from Liverpool - vintage single cover

#vintage single #single #album cover #best / worst album covers

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aoioozora · 3 months

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Can I know something about Ivy's cousin Kaushalya? I'm interested!

Thanks for asking, Kushi! Sure, I can tell you more about her.

Her full name is Kausalya Vinita Rodrigues, and she's 24 years old, two years younger than Ivy. Ivy's mother and Kausalya's father are siblings, which makes them cousins!

She has long, wavy, thick black hair that she generously lathers with coconut oil to keep it healthy. She has tan skin, but a lot lighter than Ivy's from not being outdoors too often. Her eyes are a very dark brown, almost black, and small in size. She has a pear-shaped body.

Kausalya is artistic, and enjoys all sorts of art mediums from painting to paper quilling to knitting. She also enjoys domestic activities like cooking, baking, and especially gardening. She is fluent in Konkani, English, and Hindi. She knows a little Portuguese from her grandparents, though she made no effort to learn it fully like Ivy did.

By nature, she is quiet, calm, and introverted, preferring solitude to company. The only company she likes is Ivy's. She doesn't easily snap at the slightest provocation, and is almost sage-like in that manner. She does snap when animals are harmed for no reason, since she's a huge animal lover; she's also vegetarian for this reason.

Just like Ivy, she's also born and bred on the Goan coasts. Unlike Ivy, she hates the heat and prefers cooler weather even if she's used to it.

She has no interest in athletic activities besides going for walks or frequenting the gym, which is why, when Ivy coaxes her to join the Indian Army, she declines, saying that she's not fit for it. She chooses to remain a civvy.

She is extremely close to Ivy and even when they're miles apart, they don't miss having video calls with each other to spill some tea and catch up. While Ivy's family moved around a lot and eventually settled in Liverpool, Kausalya remained rooted in Goa, where she currently has a job as a graphic designer.

That's about all I have for her for now. I hope to expand on her lore soon ;) Thanks again for asking!

#aoioozora answers #kausalya vinita rodrigues #ivy vampire salvador #call of duty #call of duty original character #cod original character #cod oc #call of duty oc

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cieloclercs · 1 year

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lover, you should’ve come over , send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character

for f1 please! here's a description of me (tbh idk how much info you want so):

lola, I'm pansexual, she/her, I'm korean-pakistani, born and raised in the uk, 5'5, brown skin, long-ish black hair and black eyes, I tend to dress in a mixture of clothes, very into fashion (I love pintrest) and fashion weeks are the highlight of my year, I love football (liverpool fan), I love formula one (ferrari, mercedes, and redbull), and I do archery in my spare time, i'm fluent in 3 languages english urdu and punjabi, i'm also not really in touch with my korean side, which is why I want to try and learn korean some time in the future, also have alot's of family trauma!!, I'm currently in uni studying psychology and I want to become a therapist, I love animals and I have two dogs (salt and pepper) and a cat (bartolomeu the cannible), I love music and spend alot of my time creating playlists, very chaotic (adhd), my fav season is either spring or autumn, I love aesthetic things, and am kinda a perfectionist, very much a people pleaser, kinda nervous around new people, love writing stories, I have a older brother, can't cook to save my life (unless it's pot noddle), also I love spicy food!!

i ship you with lando norris!

— i didn’t even really have to think about this one it just SCREAMS lando to me like…first of all i think he’d take advantage of your love of fashion to take you on shopping trips all the time and basically just spoil you. i think he’d also secretly enjoy if you made him sit down and watch a fashion show with you. i can see him getting really invested, giving his opinion on every outfit and just looking so proud and adorable whenever you agree with something he says 🥹

— ok ok so he definitely thinks you’re super badass because of the archery, like he’s so in awe of you (and maybe a little bit terrified) !! i feel like if you ever try to learn korean at some point or get in touch with your korean heritage he’d want to do it with you. like he’d download duolingo and do it with you every single day. same applies to your pakistani heritage, he’s always wanting to learn more because he just wants to be a part of every aspect of your life !! 🤍

— oooh lando x psych!student is jumping out at me right now like it just makes so much sense ?? also if you do become a therapist, i can picture him being so supportive of you. for example if you have a hard day at work he’ll do everything he can to cheer you up and make you feel good about yourself 🥹 the same sort of thing applies to you being a perfectionist, like i can picture lando being very grounding ?? he’s always there to remind you that you don’t have to be perfect all the time and he loves you for you, imperfections and all

— first of all can i say your pet names are incredible (bartolomeu the cannible >>). we’ve all seen the videos of lando getting (mildly) abused by animals, and your pets are no exception !! 😃 he’d (unwittingly) instigate it by running away from them so they think it’s a game and then end up chasing him around the house 😭 but he loves them really <3

— i feel like with lando there’s two ways he can go with a relationship: either he’ll go for someone who’s calm and a bit more stoic to level him out, or someone who is just pure chaos like him. this is definitely a case of the latter 😅 you two are literally the ultimate chaotic duo, you wreck havoc around the paddock. like the kind of chaos where you share a braincell and do the dumbest shit ever but it’s so iconic 😭 that’s very much the vibe with lando

— i’ll make this a bit shorter because i’m getting carried away 🥴 but with music, lando definitely asks for your opinion on what to include in his setlist when he dj’s. he values your input above all else. also, i think he’d be a good influence on you in terms of helping you feel calmer when you meet new people. in the same way that he helps you with your perfectionism, i can picture him being very grounding reminding you that you don’t have to be nervous, or that he’s sure whoever it is you’re meeting will love you just as much as he does 🥹 he always wants you to feel as good about yourself as possible

— AND FINALLY he definitely becomes besties with your brother. i’ll be taking no criticism for this, lando is the type of guy to be best friends with his s/o’s brother. like at first i think your brother might be a bit wary, but lando eventually breaks down all those barriers and they become inseparable (to the point that you sometimes feel like the third wheel 😭) also !! we know lando’s not very adventurous with his food, but i think he’ll always try something if you say you like it (like spicy food): however, neither of you can cook, so the kitchen when you try to cook together is absolute chaos (kind of like you guys in general 😭)

#🪷 — rose’s 1k celebration!#lorarri #i’m sorry this is so long 😭 i got a bit carried away #<3

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futbolfanficpunk · 2 years

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Just you and me, finally

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Word count: 5.2k Summary: You and Kostas are ex-lovers and best friends, and have been for almost 3 years, but now that you are seriously dating someone else things seem to be different. You are meeting him in person for the first time in forever but the dynamics drastically change once you see each other. Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, Fluff Author's note: This took me forever to write, I rewrote it so many times I lost count. It started the idea of texting. Probably should have divided it into 2 chapters but it was too cute to stop, it's worth it, I promise. Hope you like it

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Kostas

<<Hey! Call me soon, yea? I miss your stupid jokes and ugly accent

;) >>

It’s been three years since Kostas and you broke up. He was playing with Olympiacos then. It was a passionate yet short affair of a few months but you two decided to stay friends since you actually got along. You were only in Greece for six months, living in Piraeus, and did not want to put your academic career on hold. So, you broke it off in a friendly manner. You both agreed it was for the best in between tears and kisses, but it was done and you went back home.

The long-distance friendship had worked well; it was fun yet respectful, and you both cared for each other. You kept in touch by calling each other with voice or video calls every few weeks, sometimes every few months but you always texted each other with memes, news about Greece or to congratulate each other’s accomplishments. You followed each other on social media and were on each other’s close friends' filters. Every now and then, when you were both single there was some flirting but it was always very innocent.

Now that Kostas lived and worked in Liverpool you thought that you would talk more often and maybe see each other every now and then, but that did not happen. He had a new girlfriend, you had met her on a video call, she was sweet and beautiful and she looked at Kostas the way you used to, you recognized the love in her eyes when she looked at him while he talked to you. You were happy for him but it also made you a bit uncomfortable for some reason, and you did not like feeling that way but you ignored it. You also had dated guys but nothing serious, had a few dates with an older girl but that was a disaster. Now you had gone on a few dates with a man from your doctorate program, who was three years older than you, and he seemed to be wanting something serious which kind of scared you but you were intrigued. You hadn’t had anything serious since Kostas and by the end of it, you almost lived together. It was the relationship to compare to all others. Maybe you weren’t completely over Kostas because the thought of a serious relationship made you so nervous.

Your cell phone rings at night while you work on a research paper, it’s a video call, and it’s Kostas. You look at the phone, and it shows you your reflection. Your hair is a mess, you fix it and pick it up.

“Hi, Kos!” you say with a smile on your face

“Hey! How are you?” he asked while you noticed his new hairdo. He used to shorter wavy hair, he told you he was growing it but now he has a Nuñez type of bun. You almost cracked up.

“I’m good, laughing at your Nuñez costume”

“Oooooh! Are you trying to roast me, woman?”

“I think I already did”

“Well, Darwin is considered cool and handsome in the female circles, so I’ll take that as a compliment”

“Sure, getting called the poor man’s Darwin could be considered a compliment”

He laughs and you give him a cheeky grin through the screen while he shakes his head. “Even if you’re trying to make fun of me, I’m glad I didn’t wait for you to call me because you were taking forever”

“Yea, sorry, I’ve been so busy with this paper I’m working on. It slipped my mind but I’m glad you decided to call, it’s so great to see you”

“I’ve missed you, Y/N” he said while showing a shy smile while he tilted his head

“Me too, darling" you said while your whole body felt relaxed and warm knowing that you two were feeling the same. You and Kostas had an affinity towards each other that only old couples have.

As the regular update phone conversation continued, you asked him about his girl, Hannah, his family, and his work, you had seen that Liverpool was struggling. He asked you about your doctorate program, your family and inquired about your love life. When you told him about John, the serious contender, his face got serious and he said “So, I think I have to fly over and scare him off”

“I don’t think he’s a afraid of guys with funny hair”

“You’re so rude!” he girly screamed and he burst out laughing

“Sometimes!” you said while laughing at his scream. “So, you think this John guy might be a serious thing?” he asked in a pressing tone, changing the mood.

“Maybe, we’ll see. I’m testing it out now but he seems to want something more serious than just hooking up and hanging out a bit”

“Ok, that’s good, not a douche”

“I guess not, yea” you said, shrugging and nodding

You talked about other things for a few minutes, some news, songs you were listening to, and Greece. You always talk about Greece. Time always flies when you two talk, it always feels so natural and fun, like childhood friends who never lost touch but you had to cut the conversation because you needed to get more work done.

“I’ll call you soon, ok?” I love you, stupid” You said as a good-bye.

He nodded as he said “Me too, chazós” and blew you a kiss, you did the same and hung up.

Y/N

<<Wooopps! I just accidentally buttdialed you.>

<I’m not the worst friend but the worse? I just thought of that joke>

>

It’s been a month since Kostas and you had talked, although you had texted and dmed on instagram with each other, you had not made time to call him like you said you would. He didn’t insist either. Since then, things had turned a bit more serious with John, he had asked you to be exclusive and be a thing. You couldn’t think of any reasons to say no. He was kind and smart, you two had similar interests and values, you found him handsome, he had a cute American accent from the west coast since he was from Seattle, Washington, and he loved to eat you out when you two had sex, which was your current favorite thing about him. So, you said “Okay! Yes!” with a stupid happy smile on your face when he asked you. The more you got to know him, the more you liked him.

Tonight you were going out with him to a restaurant and then you had a night event at the uni where some of your musician friends had a recital. John was picking you up about in an hour, and you were getting ready when Kostas called you back after seeing your message. You panicked but decided to pick up since he had seen you put makeup on dozens occasions. You put the phone by your vanity mirror and picked up. “Hello Kostas” you greeted him while putting eye makeup on.

“Hello! Worst friend ever” he sang in a loud voice “Oh, shut up!” you said as you stop to look at him through your screen and gave him a fake mean stare even though you smiled half through it “Can’t you just say hi?” He had his hair down and to the side, he had to be home.

“Are you getting ready to go out?” he asked

“Yes, I have a date with John” you replied

“Is that still going on?” he said with sarcasm in his voice “Obviously, and it’s kinda serious now, you know. We get along great. We’re dating exclusively and see each other a lot, he loves to come over”

“I’m sure he does, I would”

“I’m sure Hannah does, doesn’t she?”

“She practically lives here” “There you go” “It’s what happens when people fall in love with you, they wanna be around you” “Oh, I don’t know if he loves me, but he does tell me he’s crazy about me”

“And, are you in love with him? “I’m not there yet…you definitely are though”

“With Hannah?”

“Yea”

“Oh, yes. I am.” he responded

You two were quiet for a second. You asked him for a minute so you can finish your eyeliner, put on a bit of blush, and then you started doing your lips, putting on a red lip color. He quietly looked at you the whole time.

“So, what are you wearing tonight? I want a fashion show” he inquired when he saw you were done “Oh! It’s a really elegant black dress, it’s not too long or short and it has a slit to die for” you said with excitement “Less talking, more showing!” he demanded

“Give me one second!” you went off camera to put it on then you stepped back into view far enough so he can see how the dress looks on you. “Wow! You look gorgeous, John is going to want to stay over tonight!”

You cracked up in laughter and blushed a bit, while your hands held your face in embarrassment . Kostas was not usually this flirty with you but you just played it off as funny banter. “You’re so stupid” you said

“I’m not kidding! You look real good, woman. I mean. You are a doll, no matter what you wear” he said with flirty eyes.

“Stop, Kostas.” “Okay, okay, Sorry!”

“It’s ok. I’ll take the compliment as a job well done on this fit” you said in a more serious tone while coming closer to the camera. “Hey, I’ll let you finish, have fun tonight. We’ll talk” he wrapped the conversation up feeling a bit of awkwardness from you but especially because he felt like he couldn’t stop himself from flirting with you.

“Thanks, I’ll call you next weekend, I promise”

“Don’t promise, just do it” “I will, bye” you waved at the camera

He did too and hung up. You felt butterflies in your stomach and a knot in your throat. Why was Konstantinos Tsimikas acting like this? Usually, your conversations sound more like two guys taking the piss out of each other than this weird flirtatious conversation you just had. Then the apartment doorbell rang. John was here.

Y/N

<<Kos! I have great news! >

>

Kostas

<< holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>

<We’ll make it work! I have to see you!> <Excited! *red heart emoji*>>

It had been three years since you had seen each other in person. Hugged each other, touched each other, or had been close to each other. You were so nervous, getting out of the taxi and walking up to the door of his huge house, your heart was racing. Kostas opened the door before you even get to finish walking up to the door. “Y/N!!!” he shouted as he walked towards you. His smile was bigger than his face, he looked more fit than when you left him, he had the manbun on, and his arms were open to give you a big hug.

“Kostas! Hi!” you opened your arms to receive the hug, even though you were trying to hold on to your purse that had a wine bottle you brought as a gift.

You squeezed each other tight while making all sorts of noises that came out instead of words. “I’m so happy that you are here” he said while he holds your face with his hands and kisses you on the cheek. You let out a small giggle. “Me too, me too! I can’t believe it’s been so long!” you said almost screaming and you hugged him again.

You two looked and sounded like teenage girls while Hannah appeared by the door

“Kostas, get her inside! It’s chilly out there!” demanded Hannah

He moved aside and pointed to the door with his hand. You spent the evening with Kostas and his Hannah. They did make a sweet couple. She was a beautiful & gracious host that seemed to be very curious about you and is surprised by the aggressive banter you and Kos had between each other, constantly roasting each other through the night.

Kostas had spent the afternoon making various of your favorite Greek dishes and surprised you with Greek snacks that were really hard to find anywhere else but in Greece. You were so excited you gave him a big hug and explained to Hannah that it was impossible to get back home, you only got them through your host family back in Greece who sent them by post. You all sat down to eat, and had wine, talking, joking, and enjoying the delicious meal Kostas had made for you all. You caught yourself staring at Kosta a few times while you ate, he had a very clean and fashionable all-black outfit on. You tried to engage otherwise or talked to Hannah but just being around him again was magnetic in a strange way, you did not want to think about it.

Both Hannah and you complimented him on a job well done. Later, you all chatted in the living room while Kostas played Greek music in the background. You had two more wine glasses while you all talked and joked, you start feeling a bit tipsy. You told Kostas that maybe it was time for you to go. He told you he would drive you to your hotel even when you insisted on an uber or taxi because he barely had two glasses of wine with food tonight.

“This has been great. It was so nice to finally meet you in person, Hannah, and thanks for everything. You are amazing, Kostas is lucky to have you” You said while hugging her in front of their front door.

“ Aw, you’re so sweet, Y/N. You’ve made Kostas very happy by coming, he couldn’t shut up about it all week, preparing everything for the dinner.” said Hannah

“That’s not true, she’s exaggerating” interrupted Kostas

“It is true. Anyway, you are welcome to come back anytime” concluded Hannah

“Okay, let’s get going, my car is down there” pointed Kostas

“Bye!” you said as you waved to Hannah.

Kostas kissed Hannah goodbye and joined you.

He opened the door to his black Land Rover and said “After you!”

“Thanks” you said giving him side eye, you didn’t know if he was really trying to be a gentleman or just joking around.

He sat down, started the car and immediately asked “Did you have fun?”

“So much fun! Thank you everything, especially the food. It was soooo good”

“Good! Took me all fucking day to make it!”

He started the car and drove towards the exit.

“You know what my favorite part was?” he said while looking at the road

“What?” you asked while looking at him

He turned to you before taking off to exit to the left

“Having you here” he said

You gently slapped his arm and showed him your phone

“The GPS says the hotel is ten minutes from here” you said

“I’m going to need more than ten minutes alone with you” he responded

“Konstantine,” you said, “Don't say things like that!”

“No, I’m being serious. I just want us to talk by ourselves. I haven’t been alone with you anywhere in three years, and before you suggest it, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow” he protested

“Okay, fine. We can go up to my suite. It has a nice couch with a TV we can sit and chat, and I can drink some water”

“Sounds perfect”

You decided to cut the conversation before you start thinking about what was going on and just relayed the GPS instructions until you got there, he didn't say much about you two, he just talked about Liverpool and the things you may want to see tomorrow before you leave.

The elevator door rings and opens, the hotel halls are green and blue, and the doors are brown. A relaxed and unthreatening place.

“It’s over here to the right” you explained where your room was

“Lead the way” he replied

As you open the door you tried to remember if you left a big mess or not but the room looked tighty with just a shirt on your bed and empty water bottle on the side table next to the couch. “It’s not the Four Seasons but, you know, the uni paid for it”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s fine” he says as he walks towards the mini fridge” Should I get you a water? ‘Please” you said as you sat down on the couch, took your shoes off, and sat with your legs facing the opposite direction of our torso.

He sat down, opened the bottle, and gave it to you while sitting so close to you that your knees touched. “Thanks" you said after you drink your water.

“Can I tell you that I am losing my mind by the fact that you are here?” he said as he softly tugged a thick strand of your hair. You knew you were blushing, you felt the warmth of your face giving you away. You didn't want to like what was going happening but you did. You suspect Kos was being wreckless, and maybe, you were too.

“I know, me too. It’s not the same on the phone. You’re funnier on the phone” you replied with a smile. He chuckled and tapped your knee.

“And you’re prettier in person, Y/N” he said while softly caressing your cheek “Stop flirting with me, Kos” you snapped at him

“Why?

“Because I’m seeing someone and I just met your girlfriend of one a half years, we just spent like three hours with her. It’s weird”

“It’s weird? Is that why? He said with a mild annoyance is his voice “you were staring and smiling at me the whole time you were at my place, with Hannah right there, giving me “love me” eyes and now it’s weird that I tell you that you’re pretty? Is that why you want me to stop?”

“because I like it! That's why” you blurt out “I don’t want you to flirt with me because I like it. I don’t want to but I do. I want you to and it makes me feel strange” He leaned closer to you and said “You want me to?” in a soft voice

Your heart was racing, and you felt like it might jump out of your chest. He was so close you could smell him. His sweet and earthy cologne, his expensive hair products, you could hear his breathing, it was fast, just like yours. “Yes,” you said while you felt your face getting close to his. “It’s hard to explain”

You stared at his mouth while it continued to move towards you. “It’s not,” he said, hovering his mouth over yours, lips almost touching. He started stroking your arm with the back of his fingers as he talked. “You’re my favorite person, I’m your favorite person, and I’m tired of pretending that’s not true” You knew there was truth in that statement, it sent a tingling feeling all over your body, you couldn’t stop yourself and you kissed him. He held your face and kissed you back, his mouth was hungry for yours. You felt like this was a dream, not real, like you turned back time and you were both in Piraeus at the end of your first date where you ended up kissing just like this, wanting each other’s mouth and kissing like two desperate kids. But you felt his new facial hair scrubbing against your face and that reminded you; this was another time and another place. You pulled back. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t”

“I shouldn't have done that” “I wanted you to, I was just about to do the same” “Well, we shouldn’t. It’s wrong”

“Did it feel wrong to you?”

“I think you should go home”

“I don’t want to go home. You’re here. I just…”

Kostas held his eyes with his right hand and sighed

“I have all these feelings bottled up, all these years. You are such an amazing person, my best friend, I don’t want to fuck it up with you -”

“You won’t”

“—but I’m not over you, and tonight, you look so beautiful, your clothes, your hair, your funny laugh, your smile after you say something funny, it kills me. You are more beautiful each year, smarter, more fun, it’s so unfair. I never felt like I wanted to talk or be around someone so much. I just wanna be with you”

“and tomorrow? Hannah? John?”

“I don’t care. I care about you. Don’t you feel like that at all, Y/N? Be honest, please” You hesitated to speak right away, you looked down and then looked at him, you were still in love with him and you were afraid to admit it.

“I do feel like that, Kos. I tried to just put all those feelings in the back of my mind away from me, because, What good would they bring me? We were far away from each other, busy. I just rather us be friends. But lately, since John, I felt like you were trying to be different” “I didn’t want you to date him, I hate it” “Yea” There’s a moment of silence when you just stare at each other,

“How do you feel now? he asked

“I feel guilty, but…”

“Uhum?”

“I feel like I’m still in love with you, and I’m dying for you to kiss me” you said with a sigh

“Good, because i’m dying to too” He cupped your face and kissed you softly, like he was afraid to hurt you by kissing you. You grabbed his sides and kissed him back, your tongues, lips, and saliva made loud noises in a silent room. You both moaned into each other’s mouth, squeezing each other now that both your arms were wrapped around each other. All those years of bottled-up emotion were starting to come out. You start leaning back into the couch but his phone vibrates on the couch. You both stopped and looked at the phone.

Hannah

<< Are you almost done? I’m ready for bed.>

< Just in case I fall asleep b4 you get here:

Love you>

“You should go home” you said while you caressed his face when you saw the message on his screen.

He kisses your nose and said “I know, but we’re not done”

“What do you mean?” you asked “You’re going to see me tomorrow. Before you leave”

“When is that going to happen?

“I’m going to give you a ride to the airport after I finish training, I’ll pick you up” he said with great confidence

“Okay,” you agreed “sounds good”

He stood up, helped you up and pulled you into him to hug you, you hugged him back. Just then you remembered that his mouth is full of lipstick from making out with you.

“You have lipstick all over your face, let me clean you up before you go. Don’t want you to get into more trouble ”

You both went to your bathroom where you got one of your makeup removing towlettes and cleaned the light red lipstick out of his mouth and chin, you did it with a lot of care so his skin wouldn’t get red from the friction. He just stared at you while you do it, it felt so intimate and calming.

“All done”

“Thank you. Hey, before I go, let’s take a mirror pic. I want to remember this exact moment forever”, he said as he took his phone out of his pocket . He moved behind you and grabbed you by the waist, he handed you the phone, he kissed your shoulder while you took it.

“I’ll send it to you later. Tomorrow, I’ll text you when I’m on my way to pick you up’ he said as he walked to the door. “Tonight, I’m a very happy boy”

Despite all the drama that could possibly come out of it you too were glowing, you almost felt high.

“And I am a happy girl, see you tomorrow” you said as you open the door

“See you” he said and kissed you on the cheek, turned and left.

You closed the door, turned around to face your room, It just dawned on you that things were different from now on, there was no turning back from what you both have just done.

“Oh my fucking god! What just happened?” you said outloud

Kostas

< >

Y/N

<<I’ll be ready, can’t wait either>>

It was late afternoon. You got seated in the passager seat and waited for Kostas to come around. There were people staring at you two, and one guy in the hotel valet area was waving at him while shouting “Greek Scouser!”. Kostas who is wearing a designer hoodie, black pants, and blue sunglasses waved back and smiled. He got in and drove forward. He hasn’t said much yet. “Sorry, that was hectic, too many people recognized me”

“No worries, it’s normal, you play for a big club”

He turns on the car stereo, it’s playing Greek Hip Hop.

“So, How was your day? I’ve been thinking about last night and you, all fucking day”

“It was okay, It took me a while to go to sleep last night, I was almost jittery when you left. But, I seized the day and did a couple of things today. I went sightseeing in the morning, and it was nice. Beatles stuff, Museum of Liverpool, took a walk, and had a late lunch in Chinatown, but mainly I just kept thinking about seeing you again the whole time, to be honest”

“I love that!” he said and kissed your shoulder and cheek

“This next one is the exit! Don’t miss it” you said while looking at the GPS

You arrived at the parking lot for your terminal area, Kostas parked between a wall and another car. He left the car on and lowered the music.

“How long until you have to check in?” he asked

“30-40 minutes I would say”

“Okay” He took your hand and wrapped his around it, and softly put his lips on your hand to smack a trail of small kisses.

“Wish I could stay longer but it’s probably for the better” you said

“You would get me in so much trouble” he said

“Like we’re not already in deep shit?”

“Oh, It could get worse”

“That’s true” you said biting you lip because you knew exactly what he was referring to

“Come here” he said

You felt like a little puppy dog, moving your body towards him without thinking about it at all, ready to obey. He didn’t have to insist, you wanted it as much as him. He pulled your face towards his with his hands and gave you a passionate kiss, both of you shuffling on your seats finding ways to deepen the kiss. Your hands held on to whatever they could, his arms, shoulders, his face. His hands went from your face, to your hair, to your waist, your breasts, and arms.

Kostas pulled back after a while and stared at you with serious intention, staying quiet for a few seconds.

“There’s one thing that you need to do when you get home,” he said while playing with your hair “You need to get rid of John” he said

“Why would I do that?” you asked

“Because I’m leaving Hannah” he responded

“Are you for real right now?” you asked barely able to talk

“I mean it. It’s not fair for her or you or me to continue. I don’t want to have a secret or hurt her more than I have to. Look, I have two days off in a row in two weeks and I plan on flying to see you. But this time it’s not going to be a secret weird thing, I want to be with you. I want to try it out. I know you still have a little bit of time left for your university stuff. But I already waited three years, a couple of months won't kill me. We’ll figure it out. We”ll make it work.”, he held your hands again

You felt overwhelmed for a few seconds. But your mind turned to all the pleasant and warm feelings that you had the last day that reminded you so much of your time in Greece and how happy you were then. John was great, but he was not Kostas, and being in love with Kostas was bliss.

“That’s a big thing to ask, Kos”

“It is but I’m sure about this.”

You sighed even though you were sure too, it was hard to admit that you were going to break other people’s hearts.

“Okay, I’ll be ready in two weeks. We have to really try to make this work, darling. I promise I’ll try, I couldn’t bear it not working out. What I feel when I’m with you, it’s not like that with other people, you know?

“I do know. It’s going to work. I love you, Y/N”.

“I love you, stupid”

“I love you more, cottonhead” he replied before you kissed him again. He hugged you and hid his face on your neck. You wanted time to stay still, for Kostas and you to have this moment together forever.

“It’s almost time for me to go” you announced in a sad tone

“I know” he said and he hugged you tight.

Kos

<<There in one minute. I’m so pumped. Just you and me for two days.>

“Just you and me” you read out loud, "finally." It really was happening. Your door’s ring bell called you, and you jumped up. You had organized your apartment and had a few candles lit up. You were wearing natural-looking makeup, you wore a crop top with high-waisted relaxed-fit pants, and wearing socks because your apartment was a no-shoes place. You rushed to the door, you opened it and there he was.

“Babe!” he shouted and came in to hug you and kiss your face. “Kostas,” you said while hugging him back “get your stuff inside”

He turned around to get his luggage and closed the door. “Now, can I kiss my girl, please?”

“Yes, please! and thank you” He chuckled while you smiled

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked while hovering over your lips.

“Down the hall” you replied

You kissed each other with the freedom of honeymooners, loving each other, you wanted to devour each other, and for the next day and a half, you did exactly that.

#kostas tsimikas #kostas #kostas imagine #football fanfic #football fan fiction #football fandom #football imagine #liverpool imagines #kostas tsimikas imagine

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The lost boys playlists

Note:these aren't all authentic to the 80s some are much later

Warning: 1 use of the word pot, beer, drunk, batshit drunk, high and high hell

David's playlist:

MGMT-little dark age (he finds this song oddly calming while also supplying him with even more confidence)

The cure-friday I'm in love (secretly he likes this song but he only listens to it when he's absolutely sure the boys aren't at the cave. It reminds him of when he was much younger and in love)

The spent idols-chinese rock (likes the sound of mike spent's Voice, that's it)

Motorhead-ace of spades (knows this song fits his big scary biker aesthetic down to the ground)

The cure-lovesong (he probably would be willing to listen to this infront of the boys but if they mention it at all they'll probably have something dislocated. Perhaps the lyrics, "however far away I will always love you however long I stay I will always love you, reminds him of a past lover who died, and however long he lives with his immortality a part of him will always love them)

Malice mizer-au revoir (enjoys how elegant it all sounds he actually is pretty fluid in Japanese so he understands the lyrics)

Placebo-pure morning (loves to smoke to this song it's nice background sound)

The B-52s-love shack (would never ever admit to liking this ever. Also thinks Cindy wilson is really beautiful)

Joy Division-love will tear us apart (enjoys how raw the emotion is)

The outsiders-consequences (likes to have this on loud in the background when he feeds)

The charlatans-blackened blue eyes (appreciates the buildup to the lyrics the most)

Angelic upstarts-last night another soldier (likes to start fights with this song on)

Dwayne's playlist:

The Ramones-i wanna be your boyfriend ( trust Dwayne to like one of the sweetest punk rock songs ever written)

The zeros-don't push me around (find it such a simple song yet so pleasurable)

Korn-freak on a leash (he likes to headbang to this one and smoke pot)

The stone roses-fools gold (loves to skate around the cave to this like maniac on fire)

Black Sabbath-paranoid (whenever this song comes on expect some very aggressive foot taps from Dwayne and perhaps some sporadic head jerks. he was shocked when he discovered that it was written in 20 minutes to fill up 3 minutes in the album)

The damned-fan club (at the end of a long night before the sun rises he likes to lie out on the beach with a beer and book in hand and listen and occasionally watch the waves)

Lenny kravitz-fly away (makes him feel like flying away being the adult that has to control Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie (aka Paul and Marko) is hard sometimes)

Cannibal corpse-scrouge of iron (unironically music like this calms him down when he rarely gets mad)

Anesthesia-dirt (another one of his favourites to get drunk and headbang to)

Ancient north-bezerker (oddly finds it so peaceful it on a number of occasions has lolled him to sleep)

The outsiders-the guy with the long Liverpool hair (only puts this on when nobody's at the cave to disturb him just absolute perfect silence to work on his bike)

Foster the People-pumped up kicks (loves to listen to this on Paul's Walkman that he borrowed while he skates Infront of cars getting amused when they honk there horns or bellow profanity out the window)

Paul's playlist:

Maddona-into the groove (Paul doesn't mind people knowing that he likes this song in fact he likes to play it really loudly to annoy the other boys)

Scorpions-rock you like a hurricane (likes to sing along obnoxiously while the other boys cringe and throw rocks at him trying to get him to shut up)

The cramps-what's inside a girl (always choose to listen to this song when he's batshit drunk)

Judas priest-braking the law (he enjoys humming this song while he's most likely breaking the law then singing it when he's running away from the police)

The misfits-where eagles dare (throws himself around to this song when he's feeling especially hyper)

Gun-word up (puts this on when he's high out of his mind and can't move)

Red hot chili peppers-scar tissue (the guitar solo always gives him goosebumps and brings a tear to the eye)

Green day-welcome to paradise (loves the fast drumming hypes him up for another night on the boardwalk)

My chemical romance-teenagers (loves to scream the lyrics in the middle of the road to piss of the middle aged Karen's)

Fun loving criminals-scooby snacks (as soon as he hears the chorus he starts dancing around like he's in a spice girls music video)

45 grave-Partytime (hums this while he's waiting to fall asleep it annoys the boys to high hell)

The offspring-the kids aren't alright (likes to joke and say Dexter Holland is David's long lost twin, David does not find it funny)

Marko's playlist:

Smut peddlers-if your gonna be dumb you gotta be tough (Marko very much lives by this song in that sometimes he can be a little bit dim but makes up for that with his scrappiness like Regina George in mean girls)

Le tiger-deceptacon (one of his favourites to go nuts to he'll throw himself around and try and crash into people)

Depression-why do people hate us? (When David is being particularly irritable Marko gets the other boys to follow David around and chant "why does David hate us?!")

Bottles and skulls-first love then war (puts this on to do some angry painting to when he's in a bad mood safe to say the boys are very scared when they here enraged screams from a couple of cave rooms over)

Agent orange-bloodstains (once when he heard this he got so hyped up he did a 360 of his bike and broke both his ankles)

Nirvana-territorial pissings (mouths the lyrics while he adds new patches to his jacket)

The sex pistols-i'm a lonely boy (his childish little boy comes out and he grins when it gets to 2:03 in the song)

Bikini kill-double dare ya (while he sketches he likes to tap his pencil against paper mildly out of tune to this)

Le tiger-the the empty (loves the sound of Kathleen Hanna's haranguing voice)

The zippers-he's a rebel (secretly loves this song and puts it on while he eats Chinese)

Conflict-conflict (ABSOLUTELY loses it to this song GOES NUTS if your anywhere near him there's a high risk you will be knocked out)

#the lost boys playlists #the lost boys David's playlist #the lost boys Dwayne's playlist #the lost boys Paul's playlist #the lost boys Marko's playlist #the lost boys headcanons

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