#Santa Virg

[libraryofloveletters]

Holiday Oopsies

Virgil Van Dijk x Fem!Reader

Warnings: boy dad virg, neither of the van dijk boys listen, football in the snow goes wrong, baby sitter trent, trips to the er, virg is a cry baby on the lows, it's not christmas unless you make a trip to the er, trent and seb are besties.

Word Count: 952

Author's Note: always call him my baby daddy so we gave him a kid 💅🏽

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A snowstorm hits Liverpool and Virgil decides it would be good to take the kids to the park. Even with a warning from you, someone ends up in the hospital on Christmas Eve.

The first snowfall in Liverpool and it was a massive one, the biggest you've seen in years. Both of the Van Dijk boys had been bouncing off the walls all day, losing their minds after being cooped up in the house. You can hear them whispering while you make the cookies for Santa.

"What are you two whispering about?" You asked him, wiping your hands on the apron you had on.

Virgil shook his head, "nothing, baby." The man smiles at you. Your brows furrow, looking between him and your son, the little boy avoiding your gaze.

"Seb, sweetheart. What was daddy whispering about?" You asked him, walking over to sit on the coffee table in front of him. Seb shakes his head, not looking at you. "Nothing, mama."

"Sebastian," your tone was enough to get him to look at you. "Don't lie."

"Dad said he'd take me to the park!" He caved, telling you. Virgil rolls his eyes, he knew it was a weakness both of them had; telling you anything you wanted to know.

You look at your husband, "are you sure that's a good idea? It's slippery and cold outside."

Your husband waves you off, "it's fine babe. It's just snow."

"Okay," you nodded, "make sure you bundle up, and no football!" You tell him, Seb kissing your cheek as he gets off the couch, running down the hallway to his bedroom.

You met them by the door a few minutes later, made sure they were wearing the right clothes, had their hats and gloves and made sure they promised to be safe.

"Stay with your dad," you kissed Seb's chunky cheek. The boy nodded, holding his dad's hand. "Watch him," you tell your husband, on your tiptoes to kiss him.

You watched as they walked out, Virgil and Seb waved to you as you shut the front door.

It hadn't even been a half an hour, you had just taken the cookies out of the oven when you heard someone fiddling with the door. Peeking from behind the curtains, you see Seb trying to open the door.

"What's wrong baby?" You opened the door, seeing him alone. "Where's dad?"

"Dad got hurt!" He shouts, catching you off guard. Just as you go to look for Virgil, the man comes walking in, holding his shoulder in pain.

"Oh my god, babe. What happened?" You helped him to the couch, Seb running to the kitchen to get an ice pack from the fridge for his dad. You carefully help Virg out of his coat, the man wincing in pain as you gently take it off of him.

"Dad jumped to get the ball but he slipped on the ice."

You pressed your lips together, the image of your husband falling made you laugh but also he was in pain so that trumped the giggles.

"We need to take you to the doctors." You tell him and Virgil shakes his head. "I'm fine."

You flicked his shoulder, the man groaned in pain while shooting your daggers. "What was that for!?"

"To prove that you need to go to the ER. Now shut up, I'm calling Trent to come watch Seb."

It took Trent ten minutes to get to your place, the man assures you that he and Seb will be okay. They'll order pizza and watch movies and go to bed before 9pm. You told them to call if they needed anything and you gave Seb a kiss on the head before you helped Virgil into the car.

It was insane at the ER, Christmas eve brought its own set of madness. You sat with Virgil for a few hours before you finally went to go back to see the doctor, from there they sent you for an X-ray and then you were waiting again.

A nurse had come by to give him some pain meds while he waited. Virgil groaned in pain, you looked over from your seat.

"What's wrong?"

"It hurts," he mumbled, you feel a bit bad for him.

You always think of your husband as a big tough guy, considering that he was but it hurt you to see him in pain. You did bite back your snarky remarks and your 'I told you not to play in the snow' comments.

Reaching over, you held his hand, your thumb brushing over his as you waited for the doctor. You rambled on about the stuff you had bought Seb, trying to distract him from the pain.

After a bit, the doctor comes in and lets you know that it was in fact a sprain. It seems that when Virgil fell, he landed on his shoulder and hurt the muscle in his shoulder. The doctor prescribed him a low-dose of pain meds and told him to consult with the team's physio when he returns back to training but other than that, just to rest it and not overwork it.

You drove home, it was well after midnight at this point and the house was quiet. You see the pizza box on the counter and you assume the boys were in bed, Seb in his room and Trent in the guest room.

Virgil made his way up the stairs slowly and you were behind him, wanting to help him settle into bed before you go check on Seb but as you open the door, you find both Seb and Trent cuddled up on your bed, the tv still playing quietly.

You smile, Virgil already turning in the direction of the guest room.

The two of you settle down for the night, your husband looks over at you. "Merry Christmas, baby."

You lean over, kissing him softly." Merry Christmas, big man."

[stormoflina]

My 2 cents about the new Santa video, because today I just can't stop, won't stop with the posts:

- Living for the Curtis&Virg duo, they are both so funny

- Curtis' Santa hat🫶

- Joel knows that the bigger the better, so of course he is going with VVD (i'm sorry, i will walk myself out)

- Robbo is so effortlessly funny. The way he was so offended the cards were blank too 😭

- THE HAIRY EIGHT. Naaaah😭 I just know they are bullying him for his hairy ass legs

- Also, Curtis, brother, you are not sleek at all, just having to tell the whole internet that you were at Dom's house. And tea too, like yeah, sure you have been TELLING him to have the tea, sure sure, we get it, you guys talk. ( btw, I would happily take the pillow if Domi doesn't want it.☺️

- Curtis saying that the baby would be scared of the Virg pillow 😭😭

- The way Endo says captain is soooo pleasing, I literally played that part back so many times

- Trent putting aside his plate so he can take the gifts, now that's the energy I need.

- Btw, you can tell who the princesses are in the team, receiving so many gifts

- the Robbo calendar😭😭😭 "now, that's going above the bed"😭😭😭😭😭

- Virg, looking at that pic of Curtis "what were you thinking back then" PLEASE 😭

- Macca is a savage actually

- Testing if it fits under the mate, priorities

- HOW CUTE IS CODY AND HIS DOG

- Ibou is so soft actually, like he has the best vibes, like I want him ??? The hug he gave Dom?? Uhm, sorry, but where do I apply for one of those??

- Ibou getting mad that he had to pick one gift, when Domi is standing there blinged out with news robe and mug and Trent's whole table were covered with his gifts😭😭

Kudos to the social media team, they have been killing it recently!

[percervall]

Ms Mar, my favourite list-maker, would love to know your thoughts about a liverpool Secret Santa exchange, since all we got for a Christmas video on best present was kinda boring lol.

who would get who, and what would they gift each other? 🤭

Okay, after messaging @curiousthyme to brainstorm we quickly discovered that this was accidentally sent on anon. oopsies 🤭 So thank you Ives for this brilliant ask!

In true teacher fashion, I used a name picker wheel to link players and then went from there. Some of them were just too good, honestly this wheel is a Liverpool girly

Putting them all under a read more because it's a long list

Lexi → Virgil - a personalised maté set, similarly to the one he gifted Ibou (whom I have seem to forgotten to include in this 😭 my poor petit)

Virgil → Alisson - a gift card for a spa day (+ a "we're sorry for fucking up so much" card signed by all our defenders)

Alisson → Wataru - a gift card for a local Japanese restaurant, for Endo to enjoy with his partner on a double date with Ali and his wife

Wataru → Pep - a new set of whiteboard markers and magnets shaped like football kit for all his tactical planning sessions

Pep → Cody - (like I said, this wheel was just being so kind to us) Pep would give him a Christmas ornament shaped like a Bossche bol (shout out to the 2 Dutchies who follow me and know what this is) to remind him of home

Cody → Lucho - seeing as Luis' partner is about to give birth to their second child, a mobile to hang over the cot. Maybe even Liverpool themed with tiny felt jerseys 🥰

Lucho → Joe - Joey would get a picture frame key chain so he can take his family with him wherever he goes

Joe → Ryan - A Scouse dictionary and an FC24 game but with Ryan's face photoshopped onto every player on the cover 🤭

Ryan → Joël - New shower curtains with Virg's face all over them to push the bromance agenda, and a friends mug

Joël → Darwin - A DVD set for friends to help him with his English and a little pin that says "chaos demon"

Darwin → Mo - A t-shirt with Darwin's cutie lil face as he says "thank you for support" + that photo in a frame. You know the one, where Darwin became Mo's bodyguard/sleep paralysis demon

Mo → Kostas - Some weights and a DVD on how to get abs + a t-shirt with a photo of Mo's abs printed on it in the meantime

Kostas → Thiago - (I told you the wheel is a Liverpool girly) Maui and Fuerte in cuddly toy form for their the new baby + a donation to Thiago's charity

Thiago → Domi - a beard care set, like one of those high end ones, and the game werewolves (iykyk)

Domi → Trent - (y'all, we were YELLING) a chain necklace "because that's what the girls like" + Hungarian schnapps/pálinka + a temporary tattoo of the CL trophy because his mum said no to the real one 🤭

Trent → Andy - (SCREAM) a BFF necklace, a Dua Lipa album, and his fave biscuits

Andy → Klopp - Andy would give Klopp the Scotsman treatment: full kilt + a set of bagpipes (bonus: Kloppo promising to wear the full get up when they win the league)

Klopp → Diogo - An annotated copy of Cruyff's book about football because Jots wants to go into coaching after his playing career

Diogo → Lexi - a personalised gaming chair with a maté holder, and a personalised game controller

This was so much fun, thanks babe!!

[lfc21]

Christmas lights - Day 9

TW : Fluff

Summary : putting up the Christmas lights was never easy especially when you had the tallest yet clumsiest husband in the world.

You rolled up the long drive way up to your home. It was a drive you took so regularly. A drive that made everything feel so familiar and safe. Your eyes followed along the dark grey gravel up to your large white house. As your eyes viewed what was so normal, they suddenly came across what could only be described as a disaster waiting to happen. Virgil was never good at the art of decorating he was far too big and far too clumsy. He often ended up nocking everything over with his large hands or tripping over something his large legs couldn't compete with; the sight of him putting up Christmas decorations was unexpectedly the worst possible activity. You quickly parked the car into your usual spot and jumped out with a matter of great urgency.

"Virg, what are you doing?" You quickly asked with a laugh as you looked up at the large man on an even larger ladder. The more you looked up at the man using full effort into putting lights across the house, the more you felt fear rip into your stomach. It's not that you didn't trust him, well. You did trust him, but you definitely didn't trust him when he told you he wouldn't hurt himself or wouldn't break something rather expensive.

"I'm putting the lights up," he said with an obvious tone. You did see how silly your question was, but you didn't understand what other words were alright to use in this situation.

"Well, yeah, I can see that! But how on earth have you not tangled yourself yet?" You quickly asked back with a slight laugh and a tight smile at the fear you were feeling just by looking at him.

"Trust me, babe! I will do it, no problem" he said with his cocky personality shining through. You could never argue with his winning attitude. It was his way or the highway. "Anyway where have you been?" He casually added as if he wasn't half way up the side of your house.

"Seriously darling?" You asked with raised eyebrows and a dry laugh.

"What?" He asked with a chuckle as he reached over to huck another set of lights onto the wall.

"Is now really the time for you to be asking where I have been when you are climbing up the side of our house?" You said adding another question to your rather long and rather annoying game of who can ask the most questions in one conversation.

"Actually, this is the front of the house, not the side of the house," he shouted, correcting your very own words. You rolled your eyes and started to take the shopping out of your car boot and place it into the house. You had a slight incline that he would be OK. You hoped.

As soon as all of your bags were unpacked and there was no mess in your house, you decided to take a look outside. It was now dark, the stars were one of the only few sources of light in your city. There had been no shouting, screaming, or crying heard from virgil, so you were sure he was doing just fine or had fallen down.

"Babe how is it go-" you started until stopping your sentence when your eyes met the magical wonderland that was your front garden. There where white lights spread across every window and all around the roof. Your eyes held the sight of what could only be described as Santa's grotto. You quickly turned to virgil where he was gently placing two large reindeers on the grass just outside. "Oh my god!" You quickly shouted with a huge grin when he stood up.

"You like?" He asked as he ran his hand through his slick bun.

"I love" you cheered with a laugh as you ran to his large frame and jumped onto his hips. His arms held tightly around you as his eyes looked up at yours.

"All for my girl," virgil sweetly said with a kiss on your lips and glow in his eyes. Your hands were tightly wrapped around the back of his neck as your fingers aimlessly tickled the back off his neck, where his dark hair met his perfectly soft skin. You where both so aware that you where stood in the cold English weather but you couldn't help but want to enjoy this moment for as long as possible.

"Thank you virg" you quickly replied with a smile as your lips fell back onto his just like the magnets they usually are.

"I think you could thank me in other ways," virgl said back as he winked towards you and put you back down onto the floor. You simply took his hand and led him into your large front door with small giggles falling from your mouth. Christmas lights were magic perfect, and held so many amazing memories.

This is day 9 of my advent calendar 📅 I really hope you have enjoyed reading this and I hope you enjoyed your day 😊 thank you so so much for the support ❤️ please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 thank you 😊 have a good day 😆 merry Christmas 🎄 masterlist

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[gumnut-logic]

“I don’t see why I can’t have a shirt.”

“You look the part, Virg. Relax.”

“What part? I have no idea what an elf would be doing with an axe. And you certainly can’t talk. You’re used to appearing in front of people mostly naked.”

Gordon straightened and grinned...which made him look all the more ridiculous in the green felt hat. “I have nothing to hide.” If it wasn’t for all the glitter, he may have actually looked...no, there was no saving that outfit even though it did have a spangly green shirt along with its red suspenders. Gordon must have sensed his thoughts because the grin turned to a glare. “You’re the Christmas Tree elf. You get to go get the Christmas trees with your trusty, glittery axe.”

“Doesn’t sound very ecologically sound.”

“You’re an elf, Virg. Use your pixie dust.”

“Can I pixie dust myself a shirt?”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “You look great. Every girl and every guy is going to be appreciating those heavy lifting muscles of yours and then they are going to donate a pile of money to the hospital.”

“They can have my money.”

“Virg-“

“You guys ready yet?” Scott stuck his head into the dressing room. His hat had a blue bauble on top that jingled when he moved.

Virgil glared at him. Apparently the eldest got to be Santa’s sleigh pilot. A job that conveniently also came with a shirt.

“I still don’t have a shirt and I don’t think these suspenders quite cover up enough.” He pulled at those suspenders and let them go for emphasis...

The elastic sprung back and slapped both his bare nipples. Oh, god. Ow.

Gordon cracked up laughing.

Scott seemed to be suffering some kind of strain.

“Are you boys ready?” Santa, aka Dad, nudged Scott aside and stuck his white-beaded head into the room. “What are you doing, Gordon? It’s about to start. We’re waiting.”

Gordon immediately sobered. “Don’t look at me. Virg is being a wuss.”

White-browed grey eyes fixated on Virgil. “It’s for a good cause.”

Virgil wilted. “I know, Dad. I just feel silly.”

“You don’t look silly. All I see is a healthy young man willing to give his time for an excellent cause, something I know you have made your life’s work, in fact.”

Virgil groaned internally. Dad knew exactly what to say. A side glance at Scott, expecting a smirk, but he only found a soft smile.

Only family.

Damnit.

“Okay, fine.”

Santa grinned. “That’s my boy.”

Virgil glared at him as he picked up the axe. Purple glitter, really?

His dad and Scott ushered him through the doors and to the motorised float, his father’s cane clicking on the concrete floor. John was already on board, standing next to Santa’s sleigh on a random rooftop, his outfit as decently concealing as the rest. He sported a gold bauble on his hat and a huge long list with names and tick boxes.

Alan, as the smallest, got to ride in the back of the sleigh on top of all the fake presents. Totally laid back in a decadent slouch, his hat curled almost down to his chin with a red bauble on its end. Alan’s face was more grin than anything else. He was thoroughly excited.

Scott ushered Virgil onto to his posing spot on the opposite side from John before joining their father in the driver’s seat. John was on the other side, and Gordon clambered up next to the head reindeer, yellow bauble bouncing - apparently, he was head reindeer manager.

“Are you ready, Mr Tracy?” The pageant hand was obviously addressing their father, but the rest of the boys were hard put not to turn in their direction.

“Ready to go, Henry.” Their father was smiling almost as much as Alan was grinning. Ever since the request for the Tracys to appear as Santa and his helpers in the pageant, the man had been bouncing enough to lose his cane.

One of the reasons Virgil had acquiesced to do this was to keep an eye on his dad and make sure he didn’t overdo it. Come to think of it, that was probably why Scott was in the driver’s seat.

With a shirt on.

Thank god they were in Aotearoa. The thought of going shirtless in New York or Chicago - whacking himself with his suspenders would be the least of his problems.

Sunscreen at Christmas just seemed wrong.

“On my count, Mr Tracy.” The man held up his hand as he spoke into his headset. Scott perked up and started the float’s hoversystems. A hiss and the sleigh and its rooftop platform floated gently up.

Virgil swung his axe onto one shoulder and tightened his waistline just a little. Didn’t hurt to look his best...well, as best he could in this stupid costume.

For the kids.

For the hospital.

Let’s do this.

A wave from the pageant hand and Scott moved them out into the sun.

And the crowd roared.

-o-o-o-

[smegmacomix]

Você já conheceu, você já comeu, você até já defecou ela (e de um jeito nada bom). Mas mesmo assim, você quer mais e mais. Do submundo dos podrões mais obscuros do Brasil, surge...CHICO COXINHA, A COXINHA DA RODOVIÁRIA!! Chico coxinha nasceu na rodoviária de Santa Virges da Muçurana. Ele tem alguns meses de vida, e seu dia-a-dia é bem entediante. Depois de um rolé numa noite qualquer, esse carinha se meteu em tremendas confusões. Depois de consumir uma tonelada de drogas e outras doideras, sua procedência ficou um tanto quanto duvidosa. O toy é feito artesanalmente com resina por @heneh_art , e pintado de um a um (pequenas variações de cores é normal). O gibi tem 24 páginas e foi desenhado por Pablo Carranza. Toy: 7cm de altura. 215g Gibi: 10x15cm | PB | 24 págs. COMPRE JÁ A SUA! PREÇO PROMOCIONAL DE LANÇAMENTO! R$ 80,00

https://www.maugostocorp.com.br/

[tecafram]

Viernes 19 de julio, ya una semana de creer confiar en mí y en mis angeles, santos y en Dios. Vuelvo a trabajar. Y vamos como el Ave Fenix..mas fuerte que nunca. Aunq a ratos tenga aún estragos ansiosos, como sueño, pereza, desgano, dolor en la columna...pero nada de eso impedirá que yo vuelva a estar activa, a estar como antes, feliz x lo que hago, feliz por lo obtenido. Gracias a la Virgen de las mercedes, Virgen Santa Barbara, Arcangel Miguel, a San Antonio de Pauda, Virge de Monserrate, Virge Maria, Niño Jesus y a Dios.

No tengo mio. Tengo Fe. Creo en mi.

Ya mucho tiempo estuve oculta. Es hora de florecer.

Gracias, gracias, Gracias

[justahumanmachine]

Incorrect Quote Tag!!!

I was tagged by @corethomas. Hello corethomas!!!

Anyway heres some incorrect quotes i have accumulated over the years. This will be your first introduction to my little guys. Have fun.

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Azure: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Mara: I hope you know what you’re doing.

Azure: Nope, but I’m doing it anyway.

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Virgil: Hey, I'm cool. I can be cool. Nothing gets through this rock hard exterior. I'm a tough dude, isn't that right, Azure?

Azure: The other day you cried because I punched a seagull.

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Virgil: It’s really muggy out today.

Azure: If I go outside and all the mugs are on the lawn, I will kill you.

Virgil: (Sips tea from a bowl)

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Azure: I have high standards. If I’m going to have a girlfriend, I want her to be strong, graceful, intelligent-

Pallas: (trips over her own feet and falls into a garbage can)

Azure:

Azure: I want that one

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Virgil: The human body is seventy percent water. We’re basically cucumbers with anxiety.

Fey: Excuse you, with the amount fo salt and alcohol I consume, I’m more of an anxiety pickle.

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Pallas: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

~~~

Octavian: Still don’t have the slightest clue what’s going on here, but I fully endorse this turn of events!

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Felix: You may be asking, “Felix, how did you do this to yourself?”

Felix, struggling to get his leg out of a chair: Well, kids, Felix has no freaking clue either.

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Felix: Octavian, you almost died!

Octavian: Don’t worry, Virge said all the bleeding was internal.

Octavian: That’s where the blood’s supposed to be.

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Lyrian: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

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Lyrian: Me? Well, I’m open to the idea.

Octavian: Why on earth would you be open to the idea?

Lyrian: Because I worship chaos.

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Virgil: Sanyi, aren’t you supposed to be in hiding? Meaning you don’t go out randomly to buy hamburgers?

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Sanyi: I am not a whore, and, not that I’ve done the math, but, if I were, I’d be the super classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.

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Tian, holding up her class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle.”

Tian, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle?”

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Tian: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Mara: Did you tell anyone we’re married?

Fey: Yes, I have no self control and told the foreign ambassador we’re married.

Mara: Okay, no need to be sarcastic.

Winona: No, she actually told me you were married.

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Rose: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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Lyrian: Yum, thanks!

Rose, who has kidnapped her: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

~~~ Azure: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

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Sanyi: Just took a personality test and got an A+.  ~~~

Octavian: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Lyrian: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Rose: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Azure as a child, reading her school assignment out loud: I love my library because...

Azure, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

~~~

And that’ll be all! Everyone I know has already done this already so uh no tags I guess, but if @corethomas and @jasperygrace want to go for round two, hell yeah.

[inactive-seathesilverlinings]

Merry Christmas Thunderfam! 🎄✨

It was supposed to be Santa Virg and all of his elves but time has gotten away from me 😂

I can’t even begin to find the words to express how much you’ve brightened up the second half of my 2020 ❤️

2019 wasn’t a good year for me, it started off with a loss that I’m still struggling with and there was a lot of health stuff off the back of that, so by the end I was well ready to see the back of it and then 2020 rolled around... I don’t have words to describe this year.

But you guys have provided the brightest of bright sparks ✨

I started creating again and I’m feeling more myself than I have in almost two years and it is in a large part down to all of you.

So thank you, thank you all SO MUCH for helping me find my way back to myself, even though you didn’t know you were doing it 💕

💙🧡💚💛❤️🖤💖🤍💜🤎

@janetm74 @5hadow-alpha @thundergeek59 @coffee-and-lenna @hedwigstalons @ak47stylegirl @eirabach @misssquidtracy @myladykayo @gumnut-logic @islandsandstars2 @womble1 @willow-salix @tsarinatorment @katblu42 @scarlett3drag0n @neuroticphysiologist @drileyf @that-tag-nerd51 @kattenjager1 @the-lady-razorsharp @rachfielden-xo @fictivekaleidoscope @louthestarspeaker @photowizard17 @vegetacide @kenzie-running-free

My mind has blanked on names at that and I know there are more of you to add and tag but my brain won’t allow me to think of them right now so if I haven’t tagged you I’m sorry but this does go out to all of the Thunderfam, thank you for making me feel so welcome ❤️

[walnutsthings]

[stormoflina]

the way the lfc squad joke with each other, i saw no problem with how szobo would joke. same thing happend with harvey, he would make jokes and come off as confident and twitter blasted him “ego of ronaldo, ability of some random 3rd league footballer. same thing with curtis jones. with the way the lfc squad tease each other, i’m surprised fans are taking szobo’s jokes seriously. robbo made the “finally have a good dutch player joke” curtis once bantered that “as ronaldo once said, maybe they hate him because he’s too good” so on and so forth.

i genuinely think people are taking szobo to serious and this ALWAYS happens with our young players especially if they have ONE BAD GAME.

happened to trent, elliot, jones, nunez and now it’s happening to szobo. no ones hates on lfc players like lfc fans and it’s getting tired i fear.

Me neither, and reading different posts and opinions about this whole ordeal is now really making me question if I'm an asshole or not😭😭

Like I understand that some people find him "too much" and don't like the way he brought up the whole bench thing, that was very poor in my opinion as well. But now I'm seeing people say that he made "dark jokes" to Endo, which is in my opinion is just doing waaaaay too much! Like if I wouldn't know the context, just would see that he made "dark jokes" to Endo I would think he was being racist or cursing him out or wishing his downfall or something not jokingly saying in a Santa video that Endo only chose Virg's gift "because he wants to play more". Obviously, we don't know neither him nor Endo, but i very much doubt the social media team would leave in a clip like that if it was offensive or bothered Endo. ( And by the way that's totally something I would say as well to co-workers, let alone friends 😭😭 I fact, I have probably already said something like that before, so maybe I'm defending myself here as well lol).

Oh yeah, so smart of you to mention Harvey and Curtis as well! Ridiculous how much shit the both of them got in the last years, especially Harvey who was so young at that time! And don't even get started on Darwin, I still remember how our own fans were so horrible to him he had to limit his comment sections.. which is still limited, to this day. Judging by the once again slander he is getting since yesterday, it's probably for the better 😓

I'm probably way too invested in this right now, but I really don't understand the caliber of reactions I'm seeing since yesterday 🧐

[percervall]

you're the gift for me

Player: Virgil van Dijk Words: 1299  Warnings: None, last to know, lovers in denial, friends to lovers Request: Gift giving You didn't leave any ideas anon, so I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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She walked down the corridor to the gym, clutching her present to her chest. The whole day she’d been both looking forward to and dreading this moment, where she had to hand over the gift and reveal herself to her Secret Santa. It hadn’t been easy to come up with a gift, even if the budget had been generous, but she had a feeling she had hit the nail on the head this time. The fact that she had somehow ended up getting the exact player she’d had a crush on for literal years also didn’t help her nerves. She had a feeling there was at least one person to blame for that, and while she was impressed at how well Andy had organised the club’s Secret Santa, she hated him for the set up. 

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door to the gym open, scanning the room. A smile tugged at the corner of her lip when she spotted the defender she was looking for on one of the stationary bikes. Hiding the gift behind her back she made her way over.

“Oh, we’re about to be in trouble, lads!” Andy joked when he spotted her. Normally if she showed up in the gym it did mean that one of the players had gone and injured himself and she had to figure out a rehab plan for them. 

“I come bearing gifts this time. Literally,” she said with a chuckle as she pulled the gift from behind her back. Andy and Trent immediately started bickering about who they thought would receive the present, while James just rolled his eyes and walked away.

“It’s neither of youse two,” she said. 

“Unlucky!” Jordan shouted from across the room, referencing an old catchphrase from an old teammate. She couldn’t help but laugh at that and watched both fullbacks move to the weights area. 

“Here,” she said, holding it out to Virgil, “Merry Christmas, Virg.” The nerves kicked in again, swirling through her stomach. She had to stop herself from biting her nails. Virgil got off the bike, leaning against it as he took the gift from her. 

“Thanks,” Virgil said with a smile as he patted the present, giving it a shake. 

“Feels soft,” he commented, looking at her. His kind eyes and warm smile made her heart skip a beat.

“I hope you like it.” She bit her lip, watching him open it. There was a chance she had completely missed the mark, but he was also one of her best friends so she had a feeling he would appreciate it. Virgil dropped the paper to the floor and ran a hand over the fabric.

“Ooh, that’s a soft blanket. Might not need it in Qatar, but it will come in handy when we’re back,” Virgil said as he allowed the blanket to unfold. He was quiet for a moment as he took in what was printed on the front, before he started laughing.

“Where on earth did you find this?” he asked, still laughing. She couldn’t help but grin at his reaction as she shrugged. 

“There’s places online that let you print photos on all sorts of things.” 

“Show us, what’s on it?” one of his teammates asked. Virgil held the blanket up so they could see the face of Joël Matip printed on the front of the blanket.

“It’s massive as well!” Virgil commented, the laughter still evident in his voice. It was no secret Virgil loved Matip. If anything, it was a running joke in the club.

“Glad to hear you like it,” she said, suddenly feeling shy, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.

“Like it? I love it!” Virgil opened his arms to give her a hug which she gladly accepted. She wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her cheek against his chest. As she pulled away, Virgil moved so he could wrap an arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his side. Her heart was about to leap out of her chest. Of course they’d hugged before, they had been best friends for what felt like forever, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make her nervous. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the players laughing and joking about Matip’s face being printed on a blanket instead of how nice Virgil smelt, or how good the weight of his arm around her felt. 

“Right, I’ll let you get back to your workouts. I should get back to work as well,” she said, pulling away from him and leaving the gym with a small wave. 

“You’d think for someone thought of as one of the smartest guys on the team you’d have figured it out by now,” Jordan said as he handed him his gift back.

“What do you mean?” Virgil asked, busying himself with folding the blanket to hide how nervous he was about the conversation that was about to take place. He knew damn well what his captain was talking about. He’d had a crush on her pretty much from the moment he joined Liverpool.

“How do you not see the way she looks at you?” Andy commented. 

“And how does she not see the way you look at her,” Trent added. Virgil swallowed hard, nearly dropping the blanket. Andy’s comment caught him by surprise. Yes, he knew he’d been looking at her with probably the cheesiest grin, but had she really looked at him the same way? That couldn’t be right. 

“Wait, what?” 

“As obtuse as triangles these two,” James muttered. 

“Virg, she looks at you the same way. All heart-eyed. It’s adorable really,” Andy said. Virgil stood frozen. How had he not noticed? 

“You’re joking right?” 

“Nah, mate. We’re serious. Everyone knows. Well, except youse two apparently,” Jordan said. Virgil groaned, hiding his eyes behind his hand before dragging it down his face. 

“You should tell her,” Trent said. Virgil let out a humourless laugh. 

“Right. Just walk into her office and casually tell her ‘hi, forgot to tell you earlier but I’m in love with you’. What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” 

“She’d tell you ‘so am I’,” a voice behind them said. Virgil spun around as if he’d been stung, his eyes meeting hers. 

“Didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I forgot to get the resistor bands earlier,” she said, holding them up.

“Wait, you-.. What?” Virgil asked, not quite believing what she said. 

“I am too. In love with you, I mean. Have been for ages. I just- I didn’t know how to tell you. You’re one of my best friends and I didn’t want to ruin that..” she explained, her eyes not quite meeting his. Virgil dropped the blanket and closed the distance between them. He gently lifted her face with a finger under her chin. 

“I’m so stupid for not picking up on the hints sooner. Guess I was so focussed on hiding my crush from you that I never even noticed you felt the same way. Didn’t know how to tell you either, not without risking our friendship,” Virgil rambled.

“For fuck’s sake! Just kiss her already!” came from behind them, making them both chuckle. Virgil moved his hand from her chin to her cheek, his long fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. She stood up on her tiptoes, taking hold of his training shirt to make sure she didn’t fall, and brushed her lips against his for a chaste kiss. Virgil let out a soft groan, chasing her lips and kissing her back. He rested his forehead against hers after they broke the kiss. 

“This is an even better present than the blanket,” he murmured in the space between their faces.

“What, a kiss?” she replied.

“No, being my girlfriend,” he said, leaning down to kiss her once more. 

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[gumnut-logic]

Procrastination WIP ask!

2. 🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

😁💙

Exhausted Nutty + keyboard = tired!Virgil

Prompt + Nutty = shot!Virg

Earthquake + Alexander Sweetapple = FreakedOut!Virg

Random idea from sometime ago + spare time while on holiday = Vamped!Virg (oops)

Long term Marks & Wings (years long) + another writer enthused about it = 1200 more words of Em Harris waiting to be published

Secret Santa + Gordon = underwater injured!Gords

I think I’ll stop there, if that fits the bill? :D

Also…

Five bros + one recently discovered Dad + the Mechanic + and emergency on one of Jupiter’s moons = Callisto (which I still haven’t forgotten about since it is 45,000 words long, so it has to be finished)

Nutty

(Thank you so much for asking :D )

[starshard17]

More brainrot... here we go

For @haysgrove

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Virgil stared at the presents under the tree. His eyes shifted to the empty plate and glass on the table.

"He accepted the offering..." Virgil muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing into slits. He had seen the other sides set out the same offering in years before. And none of them were dead so it must have worked for them.

"Hey Tickle Me Emo- WHOA!" Remus yelled, jumping back as Virgil swatted at him.

"REMUS HE WAS HERE LAST NIGHT!" Virgil shouted, gripping Remus' shirt and shaking him back and forth.

"Woah woah, okay calm down! What if he's not real? I mean we saw Janus dressed as Santa Claus. And if he was here he would've gotten caught in one of the many traps I set up. So unless he's some sort of sneaky little bitch, or he's not real, he's in our house right now." Remus explained, shrugging. Virgil went pale. Paler than usual.

"THERE COULD BE A FREAKY MAN IN OUR HOUSE?!" Virgil screamed. Remus snorted.

"There's already one." Remus said, pointing to himself. "Now there could be two."

Virgil looked as if he could burst into tears. He slipped down to the floor, gripping Remus' clothes the whole way down. Remus shook his head.

"Come on. Let's go find Santa. And while we're at it we'll find Janus too!" Remus cheered, leaning down and carefully lifting Virgil up from the floor. He held the emo like a little cat and started his trek around the house to see if a mysterious man set off any of his traps.

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"REMUS? VIRGIL? BOYS?!" Janus yelled from the basement, trying to reach up to untie the rope that had grabbed his foot. He had managed to step over it while setting out the presents but as he was moving to grab the last few he had forgotten all about it. And it had caught his foot. And he'd been dangling upside down for a good six hours. He was feeling nauseous and he'd been yelling all night in hope that one of them would hear him. He waited and waited and no one came to his rescue.

That was until he heard footsteps traversing down the stairs.

"Boys!!" Janus yelled, hoping that was who was walking down the stairs.

"Oh my god Janus!" Virgil exclaimed, scrambling out of Remus' arms and running over to him.

"What are you doing in my Santa trap?" Remus asked, untying the rope, causing him to fall and hit his head on the basement floor.

"Ouch! I uh... Santa Trap?" Janus asked, rubbing his head. Remus nodded as he watched Virgil kneel beside their parental figure.

"Yeah. Didn't want Virge freaking out if an old man broke into our house so I set up things around the house to keep him away from us." Remus said. "How'd you get stuck in one?"

"Merry Christmas..." Janus grumbled, standing himself up and moving over to the last two presents waiting in the basement. He brought them over to Remus and Virgil and watched as their faces twisted in confusion.

"This paper looks just like the wrapping on the ones upstairs." Virgil mumbled. He took the box and looked at Janus' face.

"Well no kidding. I put the presents there." Janus said, crossing his arms. "Even wrapped them myself.

"You. YOU'RE SANTA AREN'T YOU! THAT'S WHY YOU WERE IN THE TRAP!" Remus yelled, summoning his morningstar.

"To a certain extent." Janus said, raising a hand in defense. "I Thought it was fun to watch you boys scramble and yell about why you hate Santa so much but after hanging upside down for six whole hours I think I'd prefer that you know that Santa Claus is in fact, not real. No more traps, no more worrying. Please just go open your goddamm presents." Janus groaned, moving up to the living room.

Remus and Virgil looked at each other then up at the stairs.

"Santa's not real. No one broke into our house." Virgil mumbled. "Thank God!" The emo exclaimed, running up the stairs. Remus followed close behind him.

As they got to the top of the stairs they looked and saw Janus sitting on the couch, rubbing his head.

"Sorry for getting you stuck in my trap." Remus mumbled, sitting on the floor beside him and resting his head on Janus' knee. Virgil sat beside Remus, leaning onto Janus' other knee.

"Sorry for being so paranoid." Virgil muttered, looking up at Janus.

"Oh boys. Don't apologize. Just never ever set up traps to catch a fictional man ever again. Please." Janus spoke, setting his hands on their heads.

"Now how about you open those presents that I got for you. It was a lot of work to get them set under that tree. Much more work than it needed to be." Janus grumbled, ruffling his boys hair. They both smiled and nodded, moving up onto the couch and hugging Janus tightly before they moved over to the tree.

"Merry Christmas you two." Janus said with a smile.

[right-brain-of-froggy2]

Christmas in July Day 14

Here’s a new style I haven’t really written much in before for chapter 14! Please enjoy today’s feature of It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

AO3 link here!

December 2

To: Scott Tracy

Hey, this is John. It’s almost Christmas in a month. Virgil and Alan have found the stash of Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving. It’s an absolute shitshow of glittery ornaments and candy canes here.

Man, I don’t think I’ve sent a handwritten letter since I was a kid. Sorry for not writing before now. My final studying is going fine, and I toured Stanford and Harvard for a visit day. That’s all I’ve got, I guess. Oh and Gordon signed me up for helping at the elementary Christmas concert because apparently, I don’t have enough Christmas spirit. Whatever that means. Ho ho ho.

From: John

  December 4

To: Scott Tracy

Hi Scooter!! Dad said to write you because you might be lonely. I think he thinks I’m lonely. I’m not though, I’ve got lots of friends in swimming! This is my first Christmas that you won’t help put up lights. Don’t tell Dad but he might break his back. Virge will help. We baked a few cookies but it’s not cookie day and they’re yummy! I should send you one from the recipe I came up with sometime. I’ve heard they’re very good form everybody!

Which base are you at? Johnny said he was going to send this letter for me with his. I don’t know what else to talk about over letter! That one clothes store to us hung up all these pretty candy canes in the window and Alan made us copy it here. I love you!

From: Gordon

  December 9

To: Scott Tracy

John said that you are busy and don’t have lots of time. That’s okay cause I love you anyways! When you get home, we can play space explorer. John’s not as fun as you with it. It’s okay you can’t come home for Christmas. I’ll save you cookies and presents and a stocking in my room.

From: Alan (written by Virgil)

  December 9

To: Scott Tracy

Middle school finals suck. Will write more later!

From: Virgil

  December 12

To: Scott Tracy

I hope your first assignment is going well. I put some pictures of the decorated house and Virgil’s handiwork inside. I took Alan to town, and he wanted to stop at an antique store and found an old digital camera to use. Dad didn’t get much say when it came to the lights with Virgil old enough to argue for his artistic visions.

Also, Gordon mentioned he sent you a cookie recipe? Don’t try it. Dear God don’t try it.

From: John

  December 17

To: Scott Tracy

They’re finally done! John said you also had Mrs. Rightinger for English and I feel your pain big brother. Those exams sucked! Anyways, John’s lamenting that you won’t be here for Christmas even if he won’t say it. All of the extended family is coming over to celebrate and he and Dad went at it about him staying in his room the whole time. You would always hide him away with excuses. Maybe I can convince Gordon to fake having one of his migraines and say he needs John to take care of him in the peace and quiet? But then again, that would mean leaving a scheming, perfectly healthy Gordon alone with John…

If you don’t hear back from me World War IV started and it was all Gordon’s fault! Love you bro.

From: Virgil

  December 17

To: Scott Tracy

I love you and I miss you and John took me to the store to buy special Christmas stickers on my card! I put all your favorites on here but kept the gingerbread ones for John cause Gordon said that would be funny.

From: Alan (written by Virgil)

P.S.: I saw Alan and Gordon sticking the gingerbread stickers all over John’s door and he was not amused. It waaaaasss pretty hilarious though! Typical Tracy Christmas. -Virgil

  December 18

To: Scott Tracy

The mailman already took the letter from yesterday but I forgot to say my joke! Why does Santa go through the chimney?

Because it soots him!

From: Alan (written by a very tired Virgil at 7 AM “so the mailman doesn’t steal it early again”)

  December 21

To: Scott Tracy

Hello my dear Scotty. I have not been sent to my room for time out and I am not secret writing this to you in hopes that next time you call you can get me out of trouble. That is not what happened despite what Dad says! You wanna hear a secret? John said that Virgil said I should fake a migraine so he can get out of talking to people. I wasn’t gonna say yes because Adriana and Henry are coming over with Aunt Sarah but then! John said he would give me half his chocolate from his stocking Christmas morning so I said yes. I kinda owe him too for making him help at the Christmas concert but it was sooo fun! We sang The Grinch song, and Here Comes Santa, and Jingle Bells and the My Two Front Teeth! Johnny controlled the lights so he got to be away from people so I don’t know why he’s that upset.

Don’t tell Dad that either. Love you!

From: Gordon

  December 25

To: Scott Tracy

Guess who didn’t get caught yesterday for Christmas Eve dinner. I miss having you have my back though- Gordon is pricey. Half my chocolates! You would have helped me for free, I know. Hope you have a Merry Christmas and they let you have some time off to come home soon. Alan has been guarding your presents from the other cousins like a Rottweiler. We all love you.

From: John

[vgtracy]

What season are you grateful for?

“You do know that Santa doesn’t tend to frown that much?”

I couldn’t help smile just a little. Scott looked absolutely hilarious. The strips of glittery cotton tacked onto his eyebrows were so low they almost covered his eyes.

“Why am I doing this again?”

“Because you love our little brother and you are a fantastic CEO.” I swallowed. “And because Dad used to do it.”

The frown crumpled.

I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Why does Scott have to be so damned tall?

“Hey, you’ll do great. Dad would be proud.”

Those shoulders relaxed. “I look like an idiot.”

I turned him around to face me, putting my other hand on his opposite shoulder. “No. You look like a caring CEO who is willing to take that extra step for his company’s children. Just like Dad.”

The shoulders dropped further. “I’m not Dad.”

I pulled him closer. “No, you’re not.” I straightened my shoulders. “You are better.”

“Virg, c’mon…”

“No.” I shook my head. “Better.” I stepped back and peered at him. “Though Mrs Claus hasn’t been feeding you enough.” I grabbed the pillow that was a Santa belly fill-in and took a little glee in shoving it up my big brother’s shirt and tying it into place. “There, Santa Tracy is ready to give out the pile of gifts he has been personally angsting over for the last month.”

I dropped my hands onto his shoulders and caught his eyes. “You are the best big brother I could ever have. You are a great CEO. You can do this.” I cleared my throat. “And if it makes you feel any better, be thankful you’re not wearing these tights. They ride up.” I shifted where I stood.

The line did exactly what I wanted it to and Scott broke out into a grin. “You look great, Virg. Your costume emphasises…” He looked me up and down. “…well, everything.” The grin became totally smart ass and my self sacrifice was complete.

I glared at him, grabbed the massive bag of presents and lobbed them in his direction. A little heavy lifting was required and Scott grunted as I let him take all the weight.

Heheh, a little revenge is always sweet.

I grabbed my couple of bags and threw them over my shoulder, knocking the silly striped hat askew and almost taking out a pointed ear.

That only prompted more laughter.

But I could take it.

I could.

“Okay, Santa, Thunderbirds are go and all that, get your butt out there and show those kids how much you love them.”

He grumbled at me, but there was a glint in those blue eyes that told the truth.

And his lips curled around his ‘F.A.B.”

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