#konstantinos tsimikas

[meowsalah]

[marcdurm]

It’s so funny when you realise tsimikas and dom are glued like that bc their ✨eastern europeanism✨ and ✨balkanism✨ made them bond

[formulalfc]

Please do a ramble on tsimikas being jealous <3

kostas noticed the guy watching you as you twirl around the dancefloor as had you and the other girls. you could feel the guy's eyes on you as you spin and dance with your girls but you don't bother acknowledging him, determined to not let some creep ruin your night. but kostas had had enough, walking over to you and pressing himself up behind you, and laying a small kiss on top of your head. he glared straight at the guy at the bar, smirking when he gulped in fear. you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's possessiveness but pushed yourself back into him, hoping he got the hint and took you home.

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[trentybenty]

Daniel sturridge with Mohamed salah and kostas tsimikas after the carabao cup win 🏆

[ferraripoolfc]

???? No cause wtf is his problem 😭 just unhinged LMFAOOOOOOOOO

[fletchysohot]

VII.

Achilles, Achilles, Come Home

Short one about being completely intensely in love and saying goodbye to Kostas before he leaves for international break. (It's very artsy so thats a warning for you ❤️ )

Word count : 1.4k

The stadium is brimming with excitement, the cheers of a sea of blue, red and white drowns out the sound of the Greek fan cheers. With each passing moment your stomach grows more worried and excited, cold sweat trickling down your spine. You are very aware of the power difference between the two teams - the tale of Ereuthalion and Nestor from the Iliad retold on the pitch in front of you. And so you can't help but crane your neck searching the pitch, trying to find the man you are looking for.

There he is, your Greek boy. Kostas' skin glows from spending the seemingly endless days under the Greek sun. Your eyes trace the tattoos along his skin, fingers itching to touch him. To have him in your orbit for just a minute. You admire the way his muscles bulge with each movement of his slender body as he chases the ball, trying to keep it out of the french defender's reach. Your eyes admire the way his clothes drape against his body, like armour made of cloth. His hair is shorter than when you held him last, you note. And the colour has morphed from his usual water soaked wood into a dark gold now framing his face with unruly waves that move and bounce with his swift movements. He's cut it most likely due to the heat and how it got in his way when playing, you think to yourself. The sun illuminates him like one of those Greek heroes from your books and movies, missing only a crown of golden laurels. 

The shrill ringing of Kostas's alarm wakes the both of you, and somehow everything suddenly feels cold and distant. A sadness fills the air around you. A sense of finality lingers in the air, like the blade of a guillotine, threatening to cut through the fleeting moments of closeness that the two of you have been trying to latch onto. 

You blink your eyes open to look at him, to see the way the sleepiness fills every crevice of his features chiselled by a sculptor. You let your fingers trace his cheek and shoulder, almost expecting marble, noting the way his beautiful eyes follow your movements, like the would an opponent, careful and sharp, except his eyes are full of nothing but love and adoration,something reserved for only you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, treasuring the ability to touch him, feel his smooth skin against the pillowy fingertips, making it last just before the moment passes. 

“Is there anything I can say to make you never leave?” you whisper, meeting his eyes once again.

“We both know there isn't.” He frowns, moving a lock out of your face. “I would love to stay… but you know it would not be right.”

“I wish I could come with you,” you let your thumb run over his bottom lip as you speak, “wake up next to you every morning. Like this.”He doesn't reply, but the way he almost bites back tears at the mere thought of what that would be like, makes everything sting. It's not fair to make him imagine a scenario like that. You feel your own chest drop as if someone has pierced an invisible dagger through your sternum and pulled out your heart and lungs rendering you unable to breathe normally, painlessly, a curse for even suggesting the option exists. You know he has to go and you know it's only temporary. A few weeks, not even a month, but each time is as painful as the last. 

“I love you,” you whisper, unable to find other words to fill the silence. 

“I love you.” He breathes out before turning onto his back and pulling you closer to him in one swift movement.

“I love you.” You say again, as if saying it a million more times will make time stop or make Kostas stay.

“I love you.” He repeats once for you and then again for himself.  “I love you.”

You mouth his words along with him, tasting each consonant and vowel like it is your last meal on earth. Sweet and sticky and poisonous.

You turn onto your stomach and place your chin on his chest, looking him in the eyes. You watch as he meets your eyes. He looks well rested, not a sight you see often, the traces of his insomnia only a long forgotten ghost edged into the smallest details of his features. Something only someone who knows his face better than their own hand would notice. You mentally count the hours that separate this moment from when you would be able to lay like this again. To look at him and touch him and kiss him. 

“What are you thinking about?” you hum, a desperate attempt to not worry about the number in your head.

“How pretty your eyes are…” he says softly, like he is too scared to startle some cosmic entity. 

As if on cue the alarm goes off again and the magic is lost, reality once again rearing its ugly head. You clutch onto him like a person drowning would to a life raft. Your eyes begin to sting and your heart speeds up and  the man below you begins to move. The feeling of everything crumbling around you sets in.

“Don't go yet!” You plead. 

“I have to…” He says in a defeated voice, the sense of duty battling his love for you behind his eyes. 

“Don't go yet!” you cry out against the skin of his chest. You know you are acting like a child but you want to prolong this as long as possible.“I know you have to go… just not yet!”

“Okay,” he stops moving and settles against the pillow. You both know you can steal each other only for a brief moment, to make the fantasy last only a few breaths longer. 

“Okay." You lay your head on his chest counting the beats of his heart, mentally making sure he's real. 

You almost keel over when you see the way his face grimaces as he stands in the doorway of your apartment, bags in hand, after hugging the dogs. You take his hand as if it is some kind of consolation prize, a kind of  “you can't stay, so here hold my hand.” He takes it, squeezing lightly. You don't speak, there is nothing that you could say that would salvage the situation. Kostas pulls you towards him, pressing your lips against his. When he finally moves backward out the door, your fingers touch until he's out of your grasp. You never were good at goodbyes, even if by now you should be used to them. 

The door closes behind him and he's gone. You are left alone. You lean your back against the door and your body loses control. Tears stream down your cheeks and your breath hitches with sobs. You run your hands through your hair trying to calm down, to ground yourself. Both Maui and Fuerte refuse to leave your side until your sobs calm and you are left helpless and alone.

Only a few weeks, not even a month. And you will talk on facetime every night.You can do this. 

Your phone beeps with a text from Kostas: 

“I love you❤️”

The game ends and you run to him as fast as your feet can carry you. The only thing you can think about is how much you want to be in Kostas' arms and how if you don't run fast enough he might somehow vanish. He spots you and his arms fly open instantly. Nothing around you matters to him anymore. The sadness from the loss is gone from his mind, replaced by the need to hold you. 

You collide and he nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your smell, his lips kissing your neck. 

“Kosti!” you cry out, tears on your cheeks. “Finally!” “Finally! Every “I miss you” and “I love you” and “The moon does not hold a candle to you.” and “You are the reason I believe that the Gods might fall in love with mortals.” does not feel worthy enough to express how much longing I have felt for you. Every minute and every breath we have been apart” he speaks into your shoulder, the smell of grass and sweat mixing with the scent of the summer evening air and your tears.

[lfc21]

Not saying I love you back.

TW: fluff

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Kostas was forever wanting to tell you how much he loved you but what happens when the familiar words that are often fed back don't fall from your lips.

Your nose touched his as the small feelings of his breathe tickling your face caused a comforting feeling over your body. His arms where wrapped around your torso as your skin locked on another's and collected the warmth from your bodies. You could of stayed like this forever.

"I think I fall in love with you more and more everyday" Kostas softly mumbled against your lips as he tempted the idea of a kiss. Your face turned up into a smile as you giggled into his embrace.

"I think we feel the same way" You said back as you placed a delicate kiss on his lips and looked back at his dark orbs. Your hands ran threw his dark hair once being held in a bun. You loved this soft gentle side of Kostas, a side of him you very rarely saw other than in your company. As much as you enjoyed this way of your boyfriend you couldn't help but want to treat him to a slight prank that you had seen on Tik Tok.

"I know we feel the same way" He mumbled as he pushed his face into your neck and inhaled the familiar and comforting scent of yourself. His embrace fell tighter on you as the feeling off sleep started to take over his body. You kissed his soft hair and drew random shapes along his bare back. Your eyes where resting on his tattooed arm wrapping around your body. "I don't want you to move" He added with a giggle as you tried to think of the best way to fulfil this trending Tik Tok prank.

"I won't move, I'm staying here forever" You replied back with sweet words and slight giggles. The sound of your laughter was music to the left backs ear's.

"I love you baby" He whispered with glee as he stayed tucked into your neck and wrapping his body in yours. You knew this was your perfect chance. You stayed still, not letting any words speak. The silence spoke a thousand words in Kostas's mind. He looked up at you sitting up on his elbows as he stared right at your resting body with wide eyes and a confused expression. "Y/n" He said trying to catch your attention.

"hmm" You mumbled looking up at him with sleepy eyes and a secretly innocent face.

"I love you" He said even louder pronouncing every words from that famous sentence. He waited for your reply as your rested your body closer to his as he sat up in bed and ran his large hands through your long hair. You rested your head on his thigh as he sat up against the head board of your shared bed. "Baby why are you ignoring me?" He asked as you tried to cover up your giggles. He cocked his head to the side trying to work you out. "What are you doing?" He asked with a smug smirk as he knew something was going on. His face looked as long and as confused as ever. You simply let out your hidden laughs as you covered your face with your hands and sat up next to him.

"I wanted to see what you would do if I didn't say I love you back" You explained as he let out a laugh of disbelief.

"baby your so mean" He said with a pout of his lips as his eyes locked on yours. You grabbed his face and smashed your lips on his creating the most familiar feelings of fireworks to go off in-between your mouths.

"I love you Kos" You said with a huge grin as you rested your forehead against his. You knew he would turn into the cutest boyfriend at your loss of words but you didn't know he would become so needy. That was your Kostas.

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[cody-gakpo-archive]

Liverpool v Wolves // 08-01-2023

[eyesupchilsy]

[tl-trashtalk]

Kostas "the Greek scouser" Tsimikas

[meowsalah]

[marcdurm]

as a uni student in the UK with Greek heritage who had to teach baristas how to make a freddo espresso, I just KNOW Kostas did too somewhere in Liverpool and that’s probably what all Greeks abroad have in common. poetry.

[formulalfc]

Kosti with acts of service 🫶

i have no idea why but i have a feeling that kostas is such a good cook??? like i don't know where this came from but i feel like he would absolutely love cooking for you. you come home and he's got like a full spread out on the table, different traditional greek dishes lying on the table as he grins at you. he'll often have you sit at the counter if you've had a long day, and let you rant as he cooks your favourite dish, giving you advice when you ask for it. he definitely helps you get ready for bed at the end of the day as well, brushing your hair and helping you slip your clothes on.

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[kostitsimi]

THIS MAN IS MY SUNSHINEEEEEEEEE

[nicoloschira]

Liverpool are working to extend Konstantinos Tsimikas contract until 2027 with option for 2028.

[f1tfballetc]

*Ok relax.... Kostas is so hot here* 😁😉❤️

kostas tsimikas 😍