#cody gakpo fanfiction

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Snowed In

player: Cody Gakpo words: 1101 warnings: oral (f) request: Cody Gakpo - smut - upto 1000 words - heyy, I don’t have a specific scenario/story for him plus this is my first time submitting a req 😅 but I wanted to go for smut maybe to everyone’s eyes he seems like the good guy that is always nice but in the bedroom he’s so dominant and filthy yk. It can be anything honestly idk that I just want filthy smut 🫠 Thank you!!

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The morning had started off with a hard, thick frost which had quickly turned into snow flurries. Flurries which, despite Cody’s hopes, not melted as the day had gone on and had only become heavier and thicker. With three hours to go before their date was due to start, red weather warning alerts had been sent out an hour ago advising anyone who didn’t need to head out, to please stay at home. 

The club group chat was already alive with messages pouring in with everyone wanting to know what was happening with the training schedules if the snow kept coming down, not to mention the upcoming match that they were due to travel for. 

1 new message. The text appears as a push notification from a number he doesn’t recognise but his stomach sinks as he reads the preview. 

Dear    C.Gakpo, we’re sorry to notify you that due to adverse weather conditions, the restaurant will not be open tonight. Should you require another night, your booking will be honoured and prioritised. We apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. Thank you.

The sigh that comes from him is one of disappointment and well what the hell do we do now? If restaurants weren’t opening, then the likelihood of them getting takeout was slim to none. The fridge hadn’t been stocked thanks to the booking, and he wasn’t too sure what would be in the freezer, but whatever was in either of them wouldn’t be a patch on what they were hoping to eat. 

While he appreciates that this is out of their control, he’s also not oblivious to the fact that each day leading up to Christmas is also no doubt fully booked up too. He wasn’t the type to name drop to get a table and so securing the one he had reserved had been a task in itself. The romantic evening he’d planned, with hopefully enough seduction throughout the night, had been exactly what the two of them had so badly needed and now he was faced with no dinner and little excuse to seduce.

He makes his way through the house, wondering how to explain the situation as she had headed into the shower to begin to get ready almost twenty minutes ago with the assumption that all was going ahead still. Turning into the bedroom, he finds her sitting on the edge of the bed in her towel with her phone in hand. The small smile that she gives tells him she’s already guessed the outcome of the evening. 

“Well, tomorrow looks to be a work from home day.” She tries to joke. “There’s worse company I can think of to have when we’re snowed in.” she puts her phone to the side and leans back on her hands. The action knocks her towel, causing it to come undone ever so slightly. It’s enough to gather his attention, and he steps forward enough to place his hands on her knees. 

“That doesn’t help though that my plan for tonight was to wine and dine you.” he takes her in as he speaks - not just her face, he drags his gaze over her towel covered body while making sure that he’s not shy about his intentions. His fingers trace the hem of the towel at the top where it falls away. “So how do you propose I fix that issue?”

“We have some wine downstairs, I stocked up on enough for the christmas period. So that’s one thing we can tick off.” her hand tugs the towel on her thighs a little higher, giving him enough of a gap to be able to see a glimpse of her pussy.

“So that leaves something to eat,” he concludes, the fingers which linger on the towel flick it across her body, allowing it to open up and reveal her damp torso too - his train of thought now in a completely different place to earlier when he was deciding what to have. “It wouldn’t be right for all of your hard work to go to waste,” he says, slowly dropping to his knees as he positions himself between hers. 

“You don’t need any persuad…ing” she says, breath hitching in her throat as she feels his mouth against her. He doesn’t, not when it comes to her anyway. A few strokes of his tongue against her makes her lay back flush against the bed, her legs opening further with instinct. Cody fully opens the towel up to expose every part of her body fully and savours the sight before him. He runs his hands over her thighs before hooking her knees over his shoulders, splays his hands on her hips to stop her from moving and begins to use his tongue to dart between her clit and her entrance. She curses between pants, her every thought now about the man between her legs and his mouth. 

He groans against her as his tongue pushes inside, lapping away at the wetness that he’s caused and angles his face in such a way that his nose rubs against her clit. One hand fists the bedding, the other strokes over his hair as he says “I will never tire of eating this pussy.” Her back arches in response as his lips wrap around her tight bud and the tip of his tongue flicks against it mercilessly. The feeling of being restrained, pinned down and unable to move while he tongue fucks her to an orgasm is like no other. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, peeking up at her as his tongue circles her clit lazily with an occasional flick just to make her legs tremble.

“Y-yours.” she whimpers, fingers now clutching hopelessly at his short hair in a desperate attempt to push his face back to her. 

“So impatient.”

“When it comes to you, alwa-” her words are cut off as Cody slips two fingers into her soaking hole, curling them up to her sensitive spot within and sucks her clit between his lips and begins to pump his fingers in and out of her. The combination is lethal and any slow build of her climax is escalated. 

The hand that remains on her waist moves, allowing his arm to cover that area instead; holding her against the mattress to stop her from writhing around and fucking herself against his hand and mouth. He holds her there, leaving her with no choice but to take everything that Cody gives her, leaving her with the realisation that he won’t stop until the bedding is soaked, and she’s begging for some temporary reprieve.

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Crowded - Cody Gakpo

Who: Cody Gakpo Prompt: "You're shaking." Notes with request: Reader experiences an anxiety attack and Cody notices. Requested by: anonymous Word count: 508 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic / anxiety attack

Large crowds had never been your forte. In the past, being in a crowd had more than once led to you having a panic attack, but you had learnt to deal with it and nowadays you were mostly fine. You still didn't like large groups of people around you, but at least it didn't send you into a panic anymore. Especially in a stadium, watching football, you were completely unbothered.

With Cody out with a slight injury, you and him attended Liverpool's home match as spectators today. You were perfectly fine and enjoying yourself, until, around the 20th minute of the match, someone bumped into you rather harshly. It was accidental, and the person apologized extensively, but you felt the oh so familiar tightening of your chest immediately.

Your breath hitched, as the sounds of the stadium became distorted, and you felt yourself sink away into the panic attack. You wanted to scream, tell Cody something was wrong, but your ability to speak was completely lost.

You finally managed to reach out a shaking hand and grab a hold of Cody's sleeve. "Oh, you're shaking. Are you cold?" Cody tore his eyes off the match. His face fell the moment he looked at you. He saw the wild panic in your eyes and how you now trembled all over. "Okay, it's alright." He slung his arm protectively around you and started guiding you back inside.

Cody took you into one of the business lounges, in which he knew very few people would be at the moment. He sat you down in a chair, kneeling down in front of you. "Deep breaths, baby." He slowly ran his hands up and down your forearms. "I'm here. You're doing great, it's alright." "W-why?!" You sobbed, shaking. "Why is this happening again?! I thought this wasn't happening to me anymore!" "Sshh," Cody soothed, "don't think about that now. Just deep breaths. You're going to be fine, I promise."

Cody moved to sit in the chair next to you. He slung his arm around you once more and pressed you tightly against him. You buried your face in his chest, your hands curling into fists around his T-shirt.

It was there, safely in Cody's arms and with his softly whispered words of comfort, that you finally calmed down. Cody didn't let go of you, though. He kept you in his arms, softly caressing his thumb over your shoulder and whispering an endless stream of soothing words to make you feel at ease again. You quietly soaked it all up. It made you feel safe and loved, and finally gave you the strength to pull yourself free of the panic attack.

An almighty roar of the Anfield crowd told you Liverpool had scored a goal. "Oh, no!" You gasped, lifting your head off of his chest. "I made you miss a goal." "Doesn't matter." Cody kept his arm around you and made absolutely no attempt to go back outside. "That's not important right now. The only thing that matters to is that you're alright."

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↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐥. 𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐩𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 … 𝐩𝐩𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

LAZY DAYS WITH CODY WERE SOMETHING YOU LOOKED FORWARD TO, in fact, your week revolved around them. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he softly mumbled half-asleep nothings into your shoulder in dutch; waking him up with gentle kisses to his forehead and a soothing hand running through his hair. “Morning, mijn schat,” he whispered, tickling you with delicate kisses that made you giggle and squirm away from his hold on you, not that it was much of an effort to move away from him. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before finally settling on your face, grinning at you. “Not sure if it’s the morning anymore, baby,” you quietly confessed, laughing as he huffed, both of you looking at each other in peaceful silence before you tugged him in by the cross around his neck, kissing him on the lips.

He leaned back onto his pillow, arms behind his head. “Feel like the luckiest man on earth,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, and yet you believed him. You believed any word that came out of his mouth. You shifted over closer to him, almost jumping onto his naked chest making him wince, and kissing his nose and forehead repeatedly until he laughed and tilted his head away from you trying to escape. “You can’t go that easily!” you yelled amidst bounds of laughter emitting from the pair of you, you tried pulling his jaw back to face you and then you were hit in the face by a flying pillow. 

Your eyes widened as you watched another come flying towards you, trying to roll to the side and get your own pillow to attack him with in retaliation, however he was too fast, and managed to skim the side of your cheek. You tried dodging him again, but it was no use, his football training had paid off and now you were unable to beat him in pillow fights, oh the tragedy of a married life! 

Then you came up with an idea – you came up with it after playing dead when you were hit for the fifth time by Cody’s pillow – to pull him in by the scruff of his neck, puckering your lips as a gesture for him to kiss you, a truce. He leaned in, dropping the pillow which landed on the floor, and then you reached over and grabbed your pillow, hitting him over the back of the head with it. You smirked up at him coyly, his arms either side of you holding himself up. “Really?” he asked. You nodded, grinning at him, chuffed with yourself. “Never knew I married a trickster,” you just rolled your eyes. “Should have read the fine print, Mr. Gakpo.” He hummed at you, huffing humorously. “Maybe I should have, Mrs. Gakpo, I don’t know what else my wife is hiding,” you tilted your head at him teasingly, and then he rolled you both over, almost falling off of the bed and onto the floor.

“Cody!” you gripped onto him tightly as he laughed at your reaction, scooping you back up onto the bed before finally standing up himself. “Where’re you going?” you questioned. “Off to make some breakfast,” he pointed behind him before continuing. “You want some?” you nodded at him, getting up before he lightly pushed you back down onto the bed, your legs hanging over the side. “You can have it in bed,” he smiled, you furrowed your brows. “That’s not fair, let me treat you!” he shook his head, picking up a shirt left discarded on your bedroom floor. “You treating me is letting me treat you, mijn liefde,” you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but let him walk out your bedroom door anyway, eyes trailing down his back as you watched him.

You stretched around in the bed, suddenly hyper aware of the time with the lack of your husband’s presence, and you checked your phone with a calm sigh. You both had the day off so there wasn’t even a need to listen to the time, just that spent with each other, you treasured the rare occasions like this. You spent most of your time with him anyway, to say you were both clingy was an understatement. You came to his trainings, all of his matches of course, interviews, award shows, you name it.

You heard the click of the stove downstairs and immediately started trying to smell whatever it was he was making, sitting up and straightening your clothes out. You probably looked like a mess and yet you felt on top of the world. You wet your lips before stalking after your husband, trying best to avoid the creaks on the stairs on your tiptoes and walking behind him at his position in the kitchen and slinking your arms around his chest, leaning up to place kisses on his shoulder, or anything close.

He laughed and tilted his head around at you, hand still on a frying pan making what smelt like pancakes. “Missed you,” you murmured into his skin, stepping back from your tiptoes, arms still tied around him. “Only been gone a minute, I’m still here. What happened to breakfast in bed?” he asked curiously, wanting to spoil you and yet here you were attached at the hip, wanting to help him in any way you could. You moved beside him, facing the stove, Cody no longer feeling the warmth of your arms around him. “I know baby, ‘m sorry. Ik mis je,” you repeated your words in Dutch. He grinned at you, a wide grin that spanned across his face and from ear to ear. “You’re learning dutch?” he questioned, gleaming eyes flickering between you and the pan in front of him. “Hard not to when I have a dutch husband,” he rolled his eyes and pushed you back gently, surprised at you learning his native language. 

“What you cooking?” you hummed. “Pancakes. You wanna flip them?” you bit your lip, frowning. “It will probably end up on the ceiling or the floor, Cody. Are you sure?” he nodded, his eyes trained on the pan as he handed it to you, twisting his body and carefully allowing you to adjust your grip on the handle. You moved it up and down gently, the batter not even moving. Cody chuckled. “I’ll help you,” he said, moving his hand over the top of yours and helping you move it. The batter flew into the air and you shrieked as it started falling back down, Cody moving you both over to a different segment of the kitchen to catch it as it fell. You facepalmed and in fits of hysteria, said, “I’m never doing that again, I’ll leave the pancake making to you chef.” 

He smiled and waved you off as you walked out of the kitchen and back to your joint bedroom, a few minutes later being welcomed in by your husband with two trays balanced on either hand. You covered your mouth with your hand to stop laughing and possibly distracting him. “Did you drop anything?” you chuckled, he just turned his head away, smiling and then placing the trays on either respective bedside tables; then pointed at his chest. “Spilt some nutella over me, don’t even know how,” you shrieked at him, moving closer to inspect it and wiping it off with your finger. “Good thing I didn’t wear my shirt, that would’ve been stained,” you nodded, then quipped back, “I’m definitely not complaining.” He rolled his eyes, placing the tray on his lap.

“I got us both chocolate pancakes, didn’t know if you were in a lemon ‘n’ sugar mood,” you nodded at him, looking down at your breakfast. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought he was a professional chef, not a footballer. In front of you was a wrapped pancake, melted nutella chocolate seeping out of it as well as sugar sprinkled over it, a few berries in a small pot on the side of it, and a tall glass of milk that had somehow balanced as Cody brought it up from the kitchen and all around the house on his way to you.

“Ik hou van–” he turned to look at you, half his pancake already in his mouth and lips covered in chocolate as he messily ate. “Ik hou van jou?” you nodded, pointing at him. “That’s it, what does it mean again?” he grinned and you vice versa, smirking coyly at him, just wanting to hear him say it. “I love you,” you nodded cockily, turning back to your pancakes before repeating it back to him, “Ik hou van jou.”

He paused for a second, just looking at you with awe in his eyes, you didn’t see. Too busy ensuring the chocolate didn’t drip down onto the duvet, humming in pleasure occasionally. “This is so good!”

If you were looking at him, you would have seen the way he looked at you, his mouth slightly agape as if shocked by your existence, eyes sparkling at the sight of you; like you were the sun and the moon and all he ever wanted in life. If you were looking at him, you would have seen the way he celebrated after winning the final, kissing his cross and pointing to the sky, but then raising his hand to his lips and kissing his wedding ring, trying to scour the area for you in the crowd; eyes scrunched up, smiling with his eyes, and unable to stop the way his face lifted at the sight of you. 

He returned to eating his own pancake, mimicking you in an attempt to also not let the duvet be stained with chocolate. You had already moved onto your last fruit in the small bowl, a raspberry, your favourite and you chucked it into your mouth, cheeks puffing out and wetting your lips. You looked over at Cody, just finishing up with his pancake, chocolate covering his mouth and you laughed, pointing at your lips as a gesture for him to clear it off with a tissue or something. He just rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss, both of your chocolate covered lips making the other’s so much more worse and yet you did so, laughing and grinning at him before wetting your lips and going to wipe the remainder of chocolate off with a tissue conveniently on your bedside table.

“Are you wiping my kiss off?” he accused, mouth wide open in fake horror, you scoffed, leaning in towards him again under the guise of kissing him again, but wiped his lips with the tissue instead. He turned away from you as if offended before returning with his hands around the back of your head, trying to pull you towards him. You wiped your own lips of chocolate quickly, he scoffed, pulling you in. “You’re gonna have to kiss me again now, seeing as you wiped it off.” You grinned and obliged, peppering his face with kisses. “Let me feed you,” you giggled, then picked up a blueberry from his tray, moving it towards his mouth which he opened courteously, tongue stuck out flat. You dropped it and he drew it back into his mouth, chewing on it quickly with all his attention remaining on you. You stuck your tongue out back at him, watching as he copied your actions again. 

“That’d be a good celebration, y’know. Next time you score a goal you need to stick your tongue out and dedicate it to me,” he glared at you, finishing off his meal and placing the tray on his bedside table, then jabbed a finger at you. “I always dedicate my goals to you,” you shrugged, picking up your glass and placing it to your lips, swallowing the milk in several gulps; at which point one of your front hairs swayed into your face, threatening to stick itself into your glass. Cody swiftly noticed and tucked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss to your cheek as you lowered the glass and set it back on the bedside table. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, continuing when a coy smile popped up on your face. 

“Even when you are a domkop sometimes,” you twisted your face up, he looked at you as if in half-shock, but half-impressed. “Do you know what that means?” he interrogated, eyes narrowing. You shook your head. “Just assumed it was something mean, it doesn’t sound very affectionate,” he laughed as you repeated the word back to him. “It means you’re so smart,” he lied, for which you raised your eyebrows at him. “Yeah sure,” you nodded, then scoffed. “You’re too good at english that I can’t even bully you back,” he gave a half-attempted chortle, downing his own drink and then gesturing for you to hand your tray over to him. 

“No wonder you’re so tall, it’s all that milk you’ve been drinking,” he rolled his eyes, waving you off. “Shut up,” he said, you handed your tray to him carefully, for which he then stacked one on top of the other and left the room in silence, going back down the kitchen to place both trays by the kitchen sink for later. “What do you think our kids would be like?” you asked him when he came back. He looked at the ceiling in thought before facing you again, both of your heads resting on pillows, bodies turned to the other’s. “With my height?” he asked. “Or with languages?” he asked, again. You bit your lip, shrugging. “Everything.”

“I hope they have your eyes,” he laughed, you smiled, imagining it. “What would you wanna call them?” Cody paused momentarily, humming to himself in thought. “Niek if it’s a boy, Florens if it’s a girl,” you grinned. “You’ve thought about this?” he cocked his head at you, frowning. “Why wouldn’t I think about my future children with my beautiful wife?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Come here you domkop,” you leaned in for the kiss, smiling into it.

୨୧ @𝐥��𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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First fic of Fictober!!!

@fictober-event thanks for the prompt list!

Prompt number: #1 ("That was good work")

Fandom: Men's Football RPF

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Conversations

Excerpt: Gravenberch didn't know why Slot had called him to his office. So far he hadn't had a single bad experience with being called to the manager's office (minus that time he and Gakpo had made a glitter bomb and detonated it in the middle of the cafeteria).

tags: @millythegoat @liverpool-enjoyer @soggycheeseuwu @elmatadorisgay @alissonbear-ker

@johnlockianever @loverpool-chocolate-fishy

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The event will run from March 1st until March 24th, and will follow the prompts and schedule below. Requests can be made through this link/form.

Some "rules" for this event / requests:

Please carefully read the topics I will not write about at the top of the requesting form. Requests including any of these topics will not be accepted (sorry!)

A full list with who I write for can be found here.

I will only be accepting a maximum of 2 prompts per player. After the limit has been reached for a player, he will be taken off the list and cannot be requested for anymore for this event. This will be on a first come, first serve basis.

Each prompt can only be requested once. This will also be on a first come, first serve basis

Happy requesting! 😇

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@anfieldroad @alissonbear-ker @millythegoat @moomin279 @snuuysideup @liverpool-enjoyer @kraeki

silly lil' thing I wrote on the flight

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day 5! (on day 6, but still!)

Prompt: "It's a new day, let's go"

Rating: General

Fandom: Men's Football RPF

Warnings/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Conversations

@johnlockianever @millythegoat @alissonbear-ker @liverpool-enjoyer @loverpool-chocolate-fishy

@loverpool-chocolate-fishy @soggycheeseuwu @1152sstuff

+ @fictober-event for the prompt

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Posting Schedule

Welcome to the Posting Schedule! Here you can see which imagines are scheduled for posting.

The Posting Schedule is below the cut 😇

Last updated: 17 August 2024

IMAGINES SCHEDULED / PLANNED

AUGUST:

17 August: Andy Robertson -> Pressing a cold cloth against their face/neck

21 August: Declan Rice - Sick during a training camp or match abroad

24 August: Ben Chilwell -> "Walk away. Now."

30 August: Caoimhin Kelleher -> "It's just a storm."

SEPTEMBER:

5 September: Dominik Szoboszlai -> One night stand aftermath

IMAGINES ARE ON HIATUS! Read more on this here.

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Prompt number: #30 ("I won't let you down")

Fandom: Men's Football RPF

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Friendship, Pranks, Halloween

@millythegoat @liverpool-enjoyer @loverpool-chocolate-fishy

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short one...but day 13!

Prompt number: #13 "that's not the point"

Fandom: Men's Football RPF

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: Friendships, Brotherly Relationships, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Conversations

@millythegoat @alissonbear-ker @liverpool-enjoyer @loverpool-chocolate-fishy @johnlockianever

+ @fictober-event

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Prompt number: #11 ("well, that worked out great")

Fandom: Men's Football RPF

Warnings/Tags: Post-Match, Introspection

Rating: General

@millythegoat @alissonbear-ker @liverpool-enjoyer @loverpool-chocolate-fishy @johnlockianever

+@fictober-event

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Requests closing announcement - requests close in 24 hours

To give myself a chance to catch up on writing all your wonderful requests and to make a start already on the December Event, I will be closing my requests soon for a little while.

Requests will close tomorrow, 28 July, from 10pm (Dutch time, GMT+1). This gives you another 24 hours to still get your requests in! Requests will remain closed at least all through August, and possibly longer, depending on the number of pending requests by then.

So, get your requests in while you still can! 😎 You can make a request of your own or choose something from my Continuous Prompts List. Both can be done through here.

Posting of imagines will continue as announced through the Posting Schedule.

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lore ask for you: who do you think did the best in school when they were younger out of the lfc guys?

i'm going for trentski, cody and diogo! they look like those types if you ask me

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Imagine voting #5

Welcome to the fifth edition of imagine voting!

Here you can vote who you would like this week's imagine to be written for.

This week's prompt/ idea: Player A gets injured during a match/ training, and Player B goes looking for them afterwards to check up on them and comfort them.