#Thiago Alcantara fanfiction

[footballffbarbiex]

Practice Makes Perfect

player: Thiago Alcantara words: 1174 request and warning: Thiago Alcantara - no pref - 250 - 500  - Smut - Just her confessing how she's fantasised about riding his thigh so he sits her down on his lap and asks her to demonstrate what she means

😐 yeah, this one got away from me. whooops. 

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“Something’s got you in some kinda mood,” Thiago grins up at her as she straddles his waist. He looks up at her with a book description “glint” in his eye. Throughout dinner he’s tried to keep conversation light and non flirty but as pudding dishes were cleared away, he couldn’t help but make a few suggestive comments to test the waters. A few comments were all it took to watch the change in her and see her shift from being relaxed and content from eating good food and a look of pure arousal replaced it.

“Don’t play innocent.” There’s a snap to her voice as she glares down at him for a few seconds. “You know what you said.”

“And yet, you’re not on my thigh.”

She’d made the admission several days ago about how several of her coworkers had been having a spicy kind of conversation and thigh riding had been brought up. “It’s not the act itself which is sexy, but it’s the taboo element about it. It’s not a place you’d usually use to get yourself off. It’s not a mouth, a tongue, fingers or…well, a dick. It makes it feel naughty.”

It played on her mind until she’d found herself staring a little too long at his thighs, wondering how it would feel to be between her own. She’d adjust herself during make out sessions so that she could see how she felt about it. The slightest grazes against her covered clit had been enough for her to think that this was absolutely something she wanted to try. The confession had made Thiago smirk but nothing else had been said until tonight when he’d silenced her with a single sentence of “keep talking like that and I’ll have you on my thigh before you can finish what you’re saying.”

She narrows her eyes at him and moves herself to a standing position where she partially undresses, leaving her panties on to ensure there’s some friction there. When she climbs back onto him, she positions herself on either side of his waiting thigh and finally sits down on him.

“Come on baby, ride it like you ride my cock.” he encourages and with a little hesitation, she begins to move. At first it feels odd. She’s wet but not wet wet and until she is, she accepts that it probably won’t feel as good as it possibly could. She watches as Thiago observes her, eyes flickering between watching her pussy grind against his leg and the way her expression changes as her bundle of nerves is stimulated from not only the pressure she applies against his muscle but also from the friction of her underwear.

Slowly, her wetness begins to soak through her panties and smear across his skin, wetting and ruffling the soft hair that covers there. The wetter she becomes, the easier her movements come. She can feel her folds parting as she pushes and pulls her pussy over him, the sound of her juices starts to become audible. Small whimpers slip from her lips as pleasure begins to blossom, spreading out from her crotch to her limbs. A warmth that ripples through her in waves that flow with every lap of ecstasy that builds.

She steadies herself by placing her hands on his shoulder and biting down on her bottom lip as she looks down between their bodies. Thiago’s cock strains against his clothing and had she been in a better headspace, she might have tried to stroke him with each of her movements but right now, she’s focusing purely on herself.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he whispers, his own line of vision remains watching her claim his body in ways that he hadn’t anticipated being this turned on. She hadn’t touched him, she’s not exposed in any way and usually when he thinks about her using him for her own pleasure, it’s having her riding his face or being on top and fucking him how she wants to be fucked rather than how he feels she needs to be.

“Feels good,” she pants, her hips increasing in their rhythm as she picks up the pace to try and get there. She applies more pressure, grinding herself harder against him for max friction. The pleasure that builds seems to plateau, reaching so far but never really goes beyond that. “Need you Thiago,” she whines, pulling her body up and grabs his hand before he can stop her. His hand is pushed into her underwear and she uses his fingers as though they were her own. Her two fingers cover two of his to push the soaked underwear which clings to her wet pussy and she forces them inside of her.

“Fuck,” Thiago growls at the feel of how drenched she is. Soft puffy walls separate as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her without her guidance - needing no guidance as he could bring her to orgasm with his eyes closed and earphones blocking out his hearing. Two digits is enough for him to stretch her walls open and press against her most sensitive areas. He curls them every so often, fingertips finding her small bead occasionally; almost as if to prove a point that he can find it rather than needing to stimulate her g-spot.

Thiago’s thumb brushes against her swollen clit, making small, well timed, circles against it which finally pushes her past where she was stuck in pleasure limbo.

“You going to cum for me, baby?” he asks, looking up at her as she sits at least a head and shoulders above him. “Are you going to make a mess for me and show me how good this feels?”

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes.”

Thiago peppers her body with kisses where he can reach while he continues to pleasure her with his hand.

“‘M close,” she pants, unable to stop herself from rocking against his hand. Her fingers dig into his shoulder as she begins to tremble and the only thing she can do now is close her eyes and lose herself in the moment. She tightens her walls around his fingers, making it feel as though she’s both pushing him from her pussy and sucking him back inside with each contraction. His thumb continues an even rhythm but one little change in pressure is what causes her to go over the edge.

Her panties soak up as much of it as it can, but the excess drips through, not that it phases Thiago who slows his movements and pulls his fingers from her carefully. Most of her juices are cleaned off against the fabric before they’re out of her underwear but the rest is cleaned off by his tongue as he pushes his fingers between his lips and swirls his tongue around them.

“Always so good for me,” he comments, fingers dragging his bottom lip down ever so slightly as he expels them. “How was your fantasy?”

“Think I’m going to have to try it again. Practice makes perfect.” she concludes.

[football-and-fanfics]

Sleepy Dialogue Prompts posting #2

⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️ Who: Thiago Alcantara Prompt: "Goodmorning, my love." Requested by: anonymous Notes with request: Just sleepy fluff 🥰 Warnings: none ⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️

Waking up with Thiago was the same every morning, but you loved it each and every time. He usually awoke before you, and would watch you sleep until you woke up, too. Sometimes he traced his fingers over your arms or hands, or fiddled with your hair. But he was always mindful not to startle you and wake you up unintentionally.

This morning was no exception. When you opened your eyes, you found Thiago already looking at you. Lying on his side beside you, his hand rested on top of yours, and he squeezed it lovingly when he saw you waking up.

"Good morning, my love." He reached up to softly boop your nose. "Morning," you chuckled sleepily. "You were mumbling in your sleep," Thiago said softly. "Was I?" You yawned. "What was I saying? Anything good?" "I don’t know." Thiago frowned, but you already saw the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "It was kind of hard to catch, but it sounded something like: Thiago is the best boyfriend."

You laughed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. "I did not!" Thiago nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "Sounded like it."

You smiled at this teasing, playful side of him. "I like waking up with you." "Really?" Thiago feigned surprise. "Yes." You gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. "Very much." "That’s good," Thiago chuckled, "because I like waking up with you, too."

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long-overdue day 14!!

Prompt number: #14 "did you stick to the plan?"

Fandom: Men's Football RPF

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: Romantic Fluff, Birdhouses, Humor, Reunions

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[findingnemosworld]

on today's episode of things I will regret ( but also love because writing is my passion bay-bay )

requests are open ( for a limited time ) for the following players:

a) thiago alcantara

b) darwin nunez

c) mason mount ( mostly during his early chelsea days )

[ live footage of me expecting to see requests ]

[footballrecs]

strange love

pairings: thiago alcantara/elle (oc) oneshot by: kreektown

notes: please take the time to read this, as it is outstandingly good.

[colorsofmyseason]

the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us

Written in the wake of Thiago's transfer of course, based on a convo I had with @butterflyliverpoolkopite XD thanks bb, love you 😘

I'm aware that Thiago and Rafinha are as brotherly as they can be in real life, but in my AU, there's an incident in their past that broke them beyond repair (I probably would or would not write about it, let's see)

As usual, set within my supernatural AU

Warning: slight angst

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Thiago didn't know why his brother decided to text him now, all of a sudden.

It's not like he hated his brother, the complete opposite even. But he knew after what happened between them seven years ago, the amount of times they actually spoke to each other, be it directly or through texts and calls could be counted in one hand, and usually only regarding family meetings and so forth.

Also, if Rafinha wished to text him, there should've been better occasions for it. The moment Bayern won the Champions League and got their hands on the treble, for example. Or if he's a little salty about it (since Bayern had demolished Barcelona 8-2 in the quarter final), probably during Thiago's birthday or something. But there it was, a text from Rafinha just as Thiago was on his way to the airport to take a flight to Liverpool.

Congratulations for your transfer, brother, you deserve it!

A simple, innocent enough text, one that everyone could've sent to him in the wake of his transfer, yet Thiago just kept staring at it for a good few minutes, a painful clench in his throat.

He found himself wondering, what had happened with him and his own brother? What had caused such tension between them that even this short text had caused his stomach to flip? Was it so bad that he didn't even know what to reply?

But he himself knew the answer. The incident seven years ago which had led to his transfer to Bayern, followed by what Rafinha always perceived as an act of betrayal had destroyed their relationship beyond repair. Don't get him wrong, Thiago still loved his brother all the same, but he also understood why Rafinha wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

Yet he couldn't help praying that one day his brother would be able to see the truth. He couldn't deny that he had wronged Rafinha at the beginning, and he probably could've been wiser in handling the aftermath, but his "betrayal" was nothing but an effort to keep the younger and the people around him safe.

Now that Rafinha finally sent him a text that had nothing to do with family matters, Thiago found himself wishing that probably, probably this time he could let a sliver of hope growing in his heart, that he would be strong enough to rebuild the bridge, that he wouldn't run away this time like what he'd done back then.

So, reopening the text, he typed back with shaky fingers, "Thank you, Rafa. I really appreciate that. Anyway, how are you?"

***

[notorious-fiction]

right hand (a whoever you want to read with story) - intro

      There are two types of people in this world.

        The him and the you.

       The ones that after a massive break-up, after crying themselves to sleep come back with a stronger belief in love than before, knowing their soul-mate is out there, somethere, and that their heartbreak was only to teach them a lesson so they could be even more prepared for The Real Love once they found it.

(That was obviously him)

       And then there was the ones that after a massive break-up, after crying themselves to sleep come back with a stronger belief in the fact that love does not exist, that there it no such thing as soul-mates and that they will never, ever be stupid enough to fall in love with someone again, ever, because if they do, well, if they do then they just deserve all of the freakin’ suffering because they are plain stupid.

(That was obviously you.)

       And those two kind of people often end up running into one another.

       And they’re usually drunk.

       And they’re usually stubborn.

       And they usually think they can change each others mind.

(But can they?)

          It was so fucking weird how a year could change someone.

(Completely.)

(As in, she felt like an entirely different person.)

       Thinking about her a-year-ago self made her wanna puke.

       How could someone be so innocent? So naive? So... Happy?

     That was the weirdest thing about growing.

(Not that she actually – as in physically – grew, but y’know, she matured.)

(Like fine wine.)

(Eurgh, cliché much?)

       Still, that was the weirdest thing about growing: remembering the past with some solemn sense of nostalgia but not missing it at the same time, of thinking about old mistakes and not regretting them (thinking that you were stupid as fuck: ah yes, regretting them: ah no) as (obviously) if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t have learnt all that you had and you wouldn’t be who you were today.

       Yet, it was so fucking weird thinking about life before she met him.

       Because at the same time that it seemed happier and more colorful on her mind, if she thought about it – really thought about it – it wasn’t that great.

       Just like life with him wasn’t that great – if she really thought about it.

       And just like life without him didn’t seem that great – if she really thought about it.

       In the end, it all depended on her mood. If she was feeling nostalgic and lonely and needy, thinking about him made her want to rip her left arm to have him back.

       If she was feeling good and happy and self-assured, thinking about him made her want to punch herself on the face for letting him be in her life for so long.

(Either way, on her metaphors, she always ended up hurting herself.)

(Her therapist said it was a Thing and that she had to Work On It.)

(She thought she just wasn’t creative enough with metaphors.)

       She now thought of her life as BH and AH.

(Before Him.)

(After Him.)

       And as much as it had hurt her and made her want to die and cry herself to sleep and lit one cigarette after the other...

       She wouldn’t have it any other way.

       Because who she was now...

       Who she was now was Strong As Fuck.

(And she was so flippin’ proud of it.)

--

       Her boss told her he wanted a column about love.

       Love advices, to be more accurate.

       Of all fucking things.

(As if her love life wasn’t more of a Silence of the Lambs than Love, Actually.)

(More of a The Conjuring 2 than The Notebook.)

(More of a Saw IV than Titanic.)

(Well, it sort of was similar to Titanic.)

(As: it was sanked.)

       “Think rom-com. Think the last chapter of a Nicholas Sparks novel, when all the answers are there and all the problems are solved. Think headlines on Valentine’s Day showing people who have been married for over a century and tell their secrets are “camaraderie and beer”. Think hope, think –”

       She toned him out after “think Nicholas Sparks”.

       She would rather shoot herself on the head than write something thinking about Nicholas Sparks.

(Oh there she was again.)

(With the Hurting Herself On Metaphors Thing.)

(She would Work On It someday.)

(Just not now.)

       “Got it?”

       She nodded.

       Sure she had gotten it.

       If she hadn’t, she’d be fired on the spot.

       “Great. I’ve forwarded some of the” Her boss made quotation marks with his fingers “Quizzes to your e-mail. They’re all from people here at magazine, but with changed names obviously, then we’ll set up an e-mail so strangers can send theirs and blah blah blah.”

      She nodded. Knowing the people who worked with her, she’d be able to guess who was who by the first sentence.

     “Quiz” Her boss made quotation marks again “Sounds nicer than “problems”, right?” Before even giving her a chance to reply, he gave her a smile that showed so many teeth he resembled a shark “Well, who cares? Hope you have a satisfatory answer to them by Monday. Have a fantastic weekend, darlin’.”

       Sinking into her seat, she took the deepest breath she could before opening up her inbox, the first e-mail on it being ““QUIZZES” FOR YOUR LOVE COLUMN!! BY MONDAY!!! DON’T FORGET OR YOU’LL BE-” she assumed the ending was “fired’ and clicked on it.

       Running her eyes trough the “quizzes” (damn, that “quizzes” with the quotation mark was catchy), she felt a huge sense of dread take over her body.

A.   22. F.

My boyfriend has been cheating on me with our neighbor but I love him so much I –

J. 27. M.

       I think I’ve lost all of my friends since getting into a relationship. I used to spend all the time with my girlfriend and now –

P. 28. F.

       Guys can’t see me as anything other than a piece of meat and I don’t know what else to do because if I play hard to get they simply don’t even make and effort to actually get –

       Oh God. She was fucked.

      Because she had lost her inspiration.

       That part of her that believed in Happily Ever After, that could turn off the harshness of the Real World and lose herself in her own silly words.

       She’d grown cold now, a bit cynical, a ton more sarcastic than she ever tought she could get.

       And, as a Fluffy Romance Writer, that was sort of screwing up her career.

       Because she simply wanted to reply “FIND SOME SELF LOVE YOUR IDIOT” or “BOO-HOO, BROS BEFORE HOES, CHICKS BEFORE DICKS, ASSHOLE” and well, she was pretty sure her boss wouldn’t like those sort of answers.

       So, like a scene in a cartoon movie, she saw all the little engines on her brain moving as she thought about who she needed to talk to before she wrote single line.

     She’d call him.

       That damn asshole that had screwed up her last shot at love.

       The Love Advocate.

       The Idiot That Ruled All Idiots.

               She dialed the number she had saved as “Not Answer/Not Call”, waited as it rang for nine times (he was probably doing a “what the fuck face” at her name on the call ID instead of picking it up already), and, before he could greet her, she blurted:

       “I’m going to need to use it.”

       He had his mouthful of something, so his answer was all muffled “Ius’ uot?”

(Translation: use what?)

       “The You Owe Me One Card.”

       He swallowed.

       “God dammit.”

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soOoOo this is something i started worked on tonight. it can be read with anyone you feel like it BUT i'll let you know in the long run if i feel like it fits more of a person than another or something like that!

anyway i’ll try to finish up the second chapter today and hopefully if it all goes well i shall post it soon YAY

if you guys enjoyed it pls don’t forget to like this post and/or send me a message, truly means the world & it keeps me going xxxx

[football-and-fanfics]

Thiago Alcântara on 6 pleasee (its his number afterall lol)

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-) 6. “I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You met Thiago for the first time a a party. The both of you talked all evening, but eventually each went your own way.  He lingered in your mind for a while, believing that maybe it could have turned into more if you had had the guts to ask him for his phone number.  It was weeks later when you ran into Thiago again, right after you had started a new job at Liverpool’s marketing office.  He jogged up to you the moment he saw you, calling out your name to get your attention.  “Hi,” you greeted him with a smile. You were surprised to learn he still knew who you were. Apparently, that must have shown on your face.  “Remember?” Thiago said a little flustered, “we talked at the party?” “Of course I remember that,” you answered, equally flustered, “but I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” “Oh, I do,” he gave you a meaningful wink, “I had a feeling we clicked, and I seriously regret not asking for your phone number back then. This time I’m not making the same mistake again, so, would you like to have coffee with me some time?” You felt yourself start to blush. You had felt the exact same way since that party, but had been too shy to act upon it any further. “Absolutely,” you smiled, “I would love that.” Thiago smiled back in relief.  “Can I have your phone for a second?” You asked.  Thiago handed it to you, and you quickly added your phone number to his contacts. He chuckled happily as he realized what you were doing.  “I’ll call you,” Thiago smirked.  You gave him a satisfied grin. “Can’t wait.” Tags: @glam-khal, @donkeykai, @evie-pr

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did you think i was sleeping? I WAS NOT F**KERS I AM HERE WITH A NEW FIC (yawns)

@alissonbear-ker @becker-ali @anfieldroad @annierttt @millythegoat @moomin279 @liverpool-enjoyer @snuuysideup @dsenotmtaetr

[imagine-footballers]

Us - Thiago Alcantara

When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise Well, there's so much they hold and just like them old stars I see that you've come so far, to be right where you are How old is your soul?

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Thiago had been besotted with our baby girl from the moment she had been born. He would spend hours on end just staring at her, taking her in. Thiago and I didn’t talk a lot, why would we? We weren’t a couple and our daughter was a result of a one night stand. I didn’t regret it, my daughter was the single most important thing in my life.

Thaigo had been involved in your daughters life since day one, something both of you were very proud of. Some scoffed at the friendship Thiago and I shared, telling us that there was something going on between us, and regarded us as stupid for not letting our daughter bring us together in matrimony. 

Never had myself or Thiago let new boyfriends and girlfriends interfere with how much time we spent together or how much we communicated for the sake of our daughter. Some of Thiago’s ex girlfriends would attempt to stop how much I talked to Thiago because I was ‘a money-grabbing selfish little bitch’ who didn’t deserve to even associate with the ‘amazing talent’ that was Thiago Alcantara.

We had never tried a relationship, claiming that neither of us had time for one and we saw each other as nothing more than co-parents. But Thiago Alcantara was a flirty bastard and had a way of making my face turn as red as a baboon’s butt. He’d didn’t stick with the usual ‘you look cute today’ or ‘nice outfit’, it was elaborate compliments like ‘looking into your eyes is like watching the night sky’ or ‘you’re so mature and you’ve done so much to get where you are right now’ or ‘something about you just makes me smile and if you tell Rafinha I said that I’ll kill you’.

Somewhere inside me I did harbor deep and personal feelings for Thiago but I didn’t dare act on them. My worst nightmare was making everything awkward between myself and Thiago and ruin Sienna’s upbringing.

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A knock on the door stopped me from an incredibly interesting game of peek-a-boo with Sienna. I got up to answer and was greeted with the smiling face of Thiago Alcantara. My face lit up happily and he greeted me the way he usually did: a tight hug and a swift kiss on my cheek.

“Hi Thi.”

“Hey Y/N. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” I opened the door fully to let him in and he immediately went through to the living room to see Sienna. He bent down to Sienna’s height and scooped her up in his arms, cuddling her close. 

After scooping her up Thiago sat on the sofa with Sienna still in his arms. He made funny noises and faces at her to make her giggle: he succeeded. 

“Has she been good lately?” 

“She’s been good, not waking me up so much anymore.” 

“That’s good. You’re glowing right now, someone special in your life?” Thiago asked randomly.

I laughed. “As if, I haven’t been with anyone properly since well, you.” I shrugged. It was the truth. No one had caught my eye the way Thiago did and any guy I was even remotely interested in I instantly began comparing to Thiago. Bad habit, I am aware.

“Oh really? I was that special huh?” Thiago smirked, placing Sienna back on the floor with her toys.

“Don’t flatter yourself Silva, if I had the chance I’d obviously be with Rafa.” I poked my tongue out at him.

“Really? Because the night we met Rafa was there, why didn’t you get with him?” 

“Because, Mr Cocky, you were so persistent and wouldn’t leave my side.” 

“Oh right, I remember. Can’t say I’m not committed though.” Thiago said, making me laugh and punch his shoulder.

“Oh Thiago, you do make me happy.” 

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this could have a part 2 but idk :) request stuff :) -a

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fic idea:

i really liked how you said the axa center has dorms for the players. imagine one morning darwin tries cooking breakfast and ends up causing the fire alarm to go off- and everyone was sleeping, too. 😭 so there’s just everyone standing outside- a grumpy virg and a sleepy ali and a mo without his coffee!!!

i can't believe it TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but here it is before the finals!

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best cook? worst cook? on the team

the best cook is thiago! he can literally cook almost anything, even if it's the first time. It's why, in my fics, he's often the one cooking if it's not Mona Nemmer.

the worst? Kostas. seriously, that guy cannot cook to save his LIFE. thank goodness he's dating kostas. Darwin is a close second when it's not sweets

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New fic dropping!!!

@bobbybecker-21 @liverpool-enjoyer @moomin279 @calm-smol @alissonbecksfan234 @childishfirmino @millythegoat

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New fic!!!

For: @bobbybecker-21

Tags: @alissonbear-ker @alissonbecksfan234 @moomin279 @millythegoat @calm-smol @liverpool-enjoyer

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I believe Kostas has insomnia and tries to mask it by being very excited (this in his universe), so how about one night Klopp finds Kostas awake, it being very late at night, and then he asks Thiago to help Kostas sleep?

Request granted!

@millythegoat, @moomin279, @alissonbecksfan234, @rubybecker-rb2, @liverpool-enjoyer

The Paradise of Sleep

Klopp loved completing the night rounds. It allowed him to clear his mind after long and exciting days, and he could sleep easier at night. Walking around the Kirkby allowed him to think, because for once every day he was alone.

Well, not so alone. Because Klopp walked into the kitchen and straight into Tsimikas.

“Kostas! What are you doing here?! It’s two o'clock!” he whisper-shouted, careful not to cause any more clamor. “Are you an insomniac or something?”

The lack of an answer from the usually boisterous Greek told Klopp everything he needed to know. “Come here,” he said, pulling Tsimikas into a hug. “Can’t sleep?”

Tsimikas merely nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

The kitchen light flickered on. Klopp and Tsimikas now faced a very confused Thiago.

“I came for a snack,” Thiago explained, turning towards Tsimikas. He frowned upon noticing how many more eyebags the Greek carried under his eyes. “You look tired, Kostas.”

“Thiago, I know it’s late.” Klopp let Tsimikas go, silently hoping that he wasn’t asking too much of the Spanish midfielder. “But Kostas is suffering insomnia, and maybe since you know him better…”

“Say no more!” Any residual sleepiness on Thiago seemed to disappear as soon as Klopp mentioned the words Kostas and insomnia. “Go right ahead and finish the rounds. I’ll take care of Kosty, buenas noches.”

“Good night, both of you.” Klopp disappeared as soon as he came, leaving Tsimikas and Thiago alone. Part of him wondered if he had made the right decision; but Thiago was responsible, as well as a good cook, he thought. He would take care of Tsimikas, no problem.

*

"Pobrecito mio," Thiago crooned, pouring hot milk into a cup. "Why didn't you tell me you can't sleep?"

"Well..." Tsimikas stared down at the marble counters, tracing the dark swirls in the stone. "The first night the insomnia just hit me like a rock. I tossed and turned and I couldn't really sleep. When I couldn't sleep the night after that, I didn't want to wake you up."

"So what did you do?" Thiago glanced at the clock—two fifteen PM. "I can't imagine having all that time and I'm not sleeping."

"I...actually couldn't do anything much. I was so tired, yet I just couldn't sleep," Tsimikas confessed. "So I went out to the veranda and watched the clouds."

Thiago stared wide-eyed at the Greek, before setting the cup of milk on the counter and wrapping his arms around him. "Oh, my poor Kosty. It was snowing outside last night, wasn't it?"

Tsimikas nodded silently, relaxing into Thiago's embrace. "Gotta admit...I like when you hug me."

"You could hug me all night if you wanted." Thiago pushed the cup in front of him. "Now drink your milk and follow me."

*

After Tsimikas finished his milk, Thiago led him into bed and proceeded to tuck him in, adjusting every microinch of his bedding. Tsimikas hadn't been fussed over like this for a long time, but he didn't mind it. He appreciated the attention--it made him feel valuable, cared for.

"That should do it." Thiago placed his hands on his hips, satisfied with his handiwork. "Alright Kostas, I think you should be able to sleep now. Goodnight...wait, is something wrong? Did I tuck you in too tight? Need another pillow?"

"No, the bedding is fine. It's just..." The last part came out in a bashful whisper. "I never did like sleeping alone. I got used to it after a while but…”

Before he could finish, Thiago had already exited the room. Tsimikas flopped onto the pillows with a defeated sigh, closing his eyes. He tried and tried to go to sleep, but sleep still wouldn’t come.

Just before he screamed in defeat, he felt something large and soft nestled next to him in the covers. He opened his eyes to see the most comical yet shocking thing ever.

A plush catfish.

“I was saving it for your birthday, but better late than never,” Thiago explained. “It was meant to be a joke gift after that catfish you caught in Thailand, and you like fishing, so I went with the safe choice. I shopped around for a Sqiushmallow, but I couldn’t find anything that you’d like. Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? It’s lovely!” He had to admit, the sight of a plush catfish on his bed was slightly weird, but it was soft and warm and most of all big enough to hug. “I’m gonna call you Ioanna, Nana for short, after…”

He never finished that sentence. After three days, Tsimikas finally found the paradise of sleep.

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We need a fic where our hurting babies are comforted

As soon as I can I'll be working on a virgsson one

Consider it done! No really, it's done XD

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