#everton blurb

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Hey Lynn. Amazing win for Liverpool, it took them long enough. 🙄

Anyway on with the ask. I’m inquiring about a fanfic about the Everton game obviously. Alisson got pretty beaten up in the game (nearly kicked in the head, smashed in the head aswell. Do you reckon we could have a fic about it. Maybe with Alisson going down (for the 1st or 2nd one I don’t really care and Klopp and Virgil going crazy on the sidelines yelling at the ref about how bad the foul was and how it should be a yellow card.

Thanks for your help

Have a good time!

Here you go :) I was rather excited to write this one, I must admit

Tags: @millythegoat, @moomin279, @alissonbecksfan234, @rubybecker-rb2

Alisson’s Protection Squad

Klopp hated seeing any of his boys fouled. A tactical challenge he could take, but manhandling his boys and sending them to the ground, screaming and agonizing in pain? Totally unacceptable.

It didn’t help that the referees were sometimes completely oblivious to unnecessarily hard fouls towards Liverpool, sometimes giving the opposition eight fouls before brandishing an overdue yellow card. If he was still playing, Klopp was sure he would’ve socked the living daylights out of one of them. And that was coming from a man who’d only received seventy-nine yellow cards and five reds in his entire playing career—as a defender.

Klopp wouldn't dare admit it in front of most people, but he had a particular soft spot for some of his boys, even though he loved them all. If any opposition player or manager touched those ones in a threatening way…well, then he would give them filthy animals a talking-to at the very least.

In other words, Klopp in protective dad mode was nothing to sneeze at.

Clearly, some people still needed to learn that.

*

Klopp hadn't been fooled--he knew Everton were a very physical opponent, to say the least. With Sean Dyche at the helm, he would specifically tell his new Everton team to wrestle Liverpool, muscle them around and injure every player on the pitch. Well, not exactly, but that was the main idea.

Klopp remembered the team’s collective groan when he’d announced the Everton fixture was next. Most of them had played against Burnley, where Dyche used to run his rugby school of a football club, and those who hadn’t had heard plenty of complaints about it from their teammates. He’d managed to get them out of the locker room without looking too nervous about getting mauled.

It was twenty minutes, and Klopp could already see the signs of an aggressive game. The Everton players didn’t even seem to want to score—they just fouled for the fun of it. This absolutely infuriated Klopp, who struggled to not lose it and scream in Dyche’s face.

Liverpool conceded a corner in the twenty-second minute. Klopp was pretty sure it wasn't a corner, but nobody would listen to his protests even if he was right. So he kept his mouth shut.

The corner went in, and Klopp relaxed a bit upon seeing Alisson in perfect position to catch it. The keeper caught the ball easily—but then an Everton player knocked him over like a bowling pin.

“Excuse me!!! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Klopp yelled over the increasing din of protest from both the Liverpool fans and the players. “You’re going to traumatize him!”

“You babying those players again, Klopp?” Dyche retorted. Apparently Klopp hadn't been as subtle as he thought he'd been. “They're grown men. They can take a little hustling.”

“A little hustling?!” Klopp barely resisted the urge to give the British manager a taste of his own medicine. “If Ali did the same thing to your player he would’ve gotten a red card! These boys have families, no need to break their legs!”

Dyche spotted the fourth official approaching and growled under his breath, storming away from Klopp. “Come full time, I might break your legs.”

*

At halftime, Klopp jogged down the tunnel, stopping to count all the players as they made their way in. Almost all of them were there except two: Van Dijk, who’d been fit enough to make the bench, and Alisson. That was strange—the two were almost never late for anything, even things they didn’t like. Though Klopp couldn’t see why Van Dijk or Alisson wouldn’t want halftime to come…

He snuck around the hallways, narrowly dodging reporters with prying eyes and huge cameras, until he stopped in a hall. Pressed against the wall was Andre Onana, the guy who had fouled Alisson earlier. And pressing him onto the wall…was Virgil van Dijk.

“Look,” Van Dijk snarled, glaring at Onana. “If you touch Ali again, you’re in big trouble. If you do so much as breathe near him, I will kick you and your sorry butt back to Lille.”

“Virg, I don’t think you should be that harsh on him,” another voice said. Klopp’s eyes widened in surprise upon realizing the voice belonged to Alisson. “Anything can happen. And he’s only twenty-one.”

Van Dijk shook his head, pinning Onana down even harder. “I don’t care, he still fouled you! Listen, Andre. I have teammates who are more than willing to defend Alisson. Brazilian teammates. Our vice skipper will flip you like a table, and you’re more than welcome to have Joey G slide-tackle you. And don’t forget our boss. He has classic combat skills…and he’s not afraid to use them.”

Onana chuckled nervously, pressing himself even further against the wall. Klopp could see the youngster was wide-eyed with fear, and he silently prayed that Van Dijk wouldn’t do anything too bad to him. “Um…this is a joke, right?”

“Yes indeed. I am producing a true piece of slapstick comedy—and here’s the punchline.” Van Dijk slapped him on the cheek, taking Alisson by the arm. He walked away, leaving Onana to process what had just happened.

“Virgil van Dijk!” Klopp exclaimed, coming from his hiding place. As was his custom, he quickly checked the pair for any telltale signs of a scuffle, finding nay but one bruise across Alisson’s forehead. “What happened?”

“Onana found Ali and dragged him into that dark hall. He punched him a couple of times—but then I came to the rescue.” Van Dijk shook his head, hovering over Alisson in an attempt to protect him. “If you ask me he deserves more than just a slap, but I don’t want to get in trouble with the FA.”

“Good work, Virgil.” Klopp turned his attention to Alisson, wincing at the purplish-black bruise Onana’s punch had left. “Where did he punch you, Ali?”

“Besides my head?” Alisson gestured towards both his arms with some difficulty. “On the arms, twice…and on the collarbone. I told Virg to go easy on him.”

“You’re lucky that it’s Virg who found you, Ali. I would’ve gone feral on him.” Klopp took Alisson’s hand, careful of any potential bruises. “Let’s get you to the locker room and get those bruises treated. I think we have some makeup that’ll hide the bruise for the next forty-five minutes.”

Alisson blushed at the mention of makeup, staring down at the floor. “It’s fine boss—”

“Ali.” Van Dijk cut the goalkeeper off, taking his other hand. “You take care of our dignity all the time. Let us take care of you.”

Alisson shrugged, letting Van Dijk and Klopp lead him down the halls. “I guess you have a point there.”

“Damn right. Nobody touches my boys.”

“BOSS!”

#virgil van djik #sean dyche #everton #liverpool men #liverpool #liverpool fc #lfc #lfc players #alisson #alisson becker #jurgen klopp #football imagine #football fanfic #football #football blurb #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer fanfiction #soccer

[footballxixstars]

Dele

Dele born on the 11th of April 1996. He plays for Everton and England National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Something Sad ~ You get your dream job but it’s halfway across the world. It’s either Dele or your dream job

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

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[zeethetblrwriter]

Hi, Hello!

OMG I haven't been on this account in forever. I deleted Tumblr from my phone and completely forgot about this account. Recently, I've stopped writing and reading Harry fanfic so Everton Creek will not be completed...however, after reviewing some other drafts, I may write short stories and blurbs surrounding Harry. I make no promises about when this will be, but I'm really excited.

[toomuchchelsea]

Can you do a DCL imagine? One where you're having a pretty darn heated argument out on the streets and you go to walk away, not noticing the car approaching as you cross the road and Dom just merely pulls you off the road and into his chest, peppering you with kisses and all scared that you almost got hurt. You're pretty shaken up but still in a salty mood towards Dom but he's not letting you leave his sight after that. Thx!

You and Dom were on a night out with friends when your night took a sour turn the moment you saw Dom spending much of his night talking to the same brunette, eyes barely meeting yours over the few hours you two were there. Sure, you weren't exactly his girlfriend but you figured you were owed some kind of decency, seeing as nearly everyone knew you two were together, even if it wasn't official.

What drove you over the edge was when the bartender turned to you and let the secret slip. "She's an ex-girlfriend."

Before that moment, you never understood people when they talked being so blinded by their anger, they saw red. But that moment, you swore you saw red, too. Your ears were fuming, your face went flush with heated rage and you could feel your blood boiling.

It was almost as if Dom knew you were mad at him because at that precise moment, he chose to make eye-contact with you over the brunette's head. You couldn't even imagine how angry you looked but you didn't want his gaze on you a moment longer. You turned around on your heels and made a bee line for the exit.

It took seconds for your ears to perk up when Dom shouted your name, chasing after you. "Where are you going?" he asked, trying to catch up with you.

"Home."

"Why?"

You snapped then, turning around to look at him so you could make your emotions as clear as possible. "Because I'm not just gonna stand there looking like a fucking fool while you chat up your ex."

"I wasn't chatting her up!" he defended.

"Of course not. I mean, even if you were, it's not cheating if we're not together, right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course we're together," he fought.

You scoffed. "No, we're not. Not officially."

"Is that what this is about?!"

You shook your head in disbelief before turning around and walking across the street to get away from the situation. What you didn't see when you took a step out onto the road was a car hurtling towards you at full speed, dead-set on making the yellow light.

You were frozen in fear, not that you even had any time to react anyway. Thankfully, Dom reacted quickly and wrapped his hands around your waist, rushing to pull you off the road and into his chest as the car passed by.

You were breathing heavily, eyes staring out at the road before you where the car had previously been but was now driving away into the distance. Your adrenaline had blood rushing to your ears. You didn't even hear Dom as he kept asking, "Are you okay?" and turned you around to look you over.

"I--I'm fine," you mumbled as he peppered your face, head and hair with kisses.

"Oh, my God," he muttered against your skin, pulling you into a hug. "What the hell was that guy thinking, driving that fast? Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to shake your head of what had just happened before your very eyes, trying hard to remain focused on what had just happened back at the club.

"I'm fine," you mumbled once more, pulling out of Dom's grasp. He speechlessly watched you do so, letting his grip fall. "I have to go."

And, then, after checking both sides of the road, you were once again making your way across the road. And, Dom was once again following you. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Go back to the club. I'm sure your date misses you."

"My date is right here and I'm not letting her out of my sight after what just happened," he said, now walking beside you. After a moment, he added, "I shouldn't have left you standing there while I was talking to her." You gave him a side-eyed glance. "I shouldn't have been talking to her at all. I don't want her, babes. I want you."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it," you mumbled, letting him pull at your elbow to stop you from walking and turn to him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized and just by the sorrow in his tone, you could tell he meant it. "I should've made you my girlfriend. I should've made it official a long time ago. But I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers now. I'm sorry I'm just pretty stubborn. I get it from my girlfriend."

Your ears perked up once more and your eyes finally met his. "Your girlfriend, huh?"

He nodded, taking the bait. "Yeah, I don't know if you saw but she actually just nearly got run over and I basically saved her life. Definitely stubborn because she hasn't thanked me for it yet."

You finally let out a chuckle. "Keep dreaming," you commented, patting his chest. "Might be a while before that thank you comes out." You reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours before pulling him back to continue walking towards your flat.

"That's fine," he replied. "I don't mind waiting one bit."

#dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin blurb #everton fc #football fanfiction #football fanfic #football blurb #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #dominic calvert lewin x reader #dcl x reader

[alltoolewis]

December Schedule 🎄

Here is my schedule for this month!!! As you can see some of the days only have 1 thing for them, this is just so I can make room to either write Christmas blurb requests (which you can send in now) or for me to catch up on any if needed!!! I will be writing more, but this schedule is mainly just a request one!! When they are crossed out they have been posted & I am creating a little master list for all of them so keep an eye out for that!!

My requests are open!! so feel free to send in any festive ideas!!! Love you guysss!!! (BIG DELAY ON THE PROMPTS DUE TO UNEXPECTED VACATION!)

December 1st

“I thought you said you didn’t celebrate Christmas…” mason mount

Christmas stream Lando Norris (REQUEST)

December 2nd

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.” max Verstappen

December 3rd

“Flour and sugar are a good look for you.” Trent Alexander Arnold

December 4th

“So, you’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?” “Actually, I’ve never been kissed at all.” Lando Norris

December 5th

“If you can’t get home for the holidays then I won’t go home either” Jadon Sancho

December 6th

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” Pierre gasly

December 7th

"Oh my God, what did you do to that poor Christmas tree?" Trent Alexander Arnold

December 8th

“Have you ever wrapped a present before?” “…Why do you ask?” Max Fewtrell

December 9th

"Throw that snowball and I swear to god you’re sleeping on the couch!" Mason Mount

December 10th

“In my defence, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.” Lewis Hamilton

December 11th

“I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a snowstorm with you.” “There’s worse company.” “Doubtful.” Marcus Rashford

December 12th

“Come sit on Santa's lap.” “No, weirdo” George Russell

Exile (Taylor Swift) Jack Grealish (SONG REQUEST)

December 13th

“I can’t do another family Christmas alone…can you…will you come with me?” Ben Chilwell

Baby, it's cold outside Lewis hamilton

December 14th

“If you carry on this hall won’t be the only thing getting decked.” *Proceeds to hit person A with decorations* Daniel Riccardo

Carry you (Ruelle) Trent Alexander Arnold (SONG REQUEST)

December 15th

“Wait, reindeers are real animals?” Jadon Sancho

December 16th

“Ho-Ho-Hold on one minute there, Santa." Daniel Ricciardo

Diamonds (Talia Mar) Lando Norris (SONG REQUEST)

December 17th

“I didn’t have a star so I just-” “Put a photo card of [BLANK] instead" Trent Alexander-Arnold

December 18th

"Setting the Christmas tree on fire doesn't count as a way to get warm, ok?" Charles Leclerc

Still the one (Shania Twain) Daniel Ricciardo

December 19th

“Come decorate this gingerbread house with me!” ben Chilwell

December 20th

“Don’t tell me you ate the whole- YOU ATE THE WHOLE TIN OF COOKIES?!” Max Verstappen

Cowboy in LA (LANY) Marcus Rashford (SONG REQUEST)

December 21st

“Did you just pour Egg Nog on your Cheerios?” Charles Leclerc

December 22nd

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.” Lando Norris

Motivation (Normani) Kylian Mbappe (SONG REQUEST)

December 23rd

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.” Jadon Sancho

December 24th

“Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.” Trent Alexander-Arnold

Hopeless (Aine Deane) Lando Norris (SONG REQUEST)

December 25th

“So…do you still hate Christmas?” Lewis Hamilton

#football blurb #ben chilwell #liverpool #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell blurb #liverpoolfc #mason mount #lando norris #lewis hamilton #jadon sancho #jack greaish #jack grealish blurb #chelseafc #everton #dominic calvert lewin #f1 #f1 blurb #max fewtrell #max verstappen

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

Can you write what dating dcl would be like please 😊

Dating Dcl would include:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　mentions of smut　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

cute pet names

him rarely calling you by your name

to him you’re either princess or darling

gushing over his hair and constantly wanting to touch it

him protesting but deep down he loves when you play with his hair

it’s a good way to calm him down

braiding his hair

have i talked enough about his hair?

pulling on it during sex

showering him with compliments because that man is gorgeous

calling him handsome or love

however he loves to hear his name out of you mouth

preferably if you moan it

going to his games and even traveling long distances to go and see them

being his biggest fan

loving to see dom do his thing and being proud of how far he has come

you both are willing to to almost everything for each other

a lot of cuddling

at every opportunity

always laying your head on his lap and letting him massage it

forehead kisses from both you

no matter the height difference you’ll always find way to kiss either his forehead or his nose

leaving hickeys all over his chest and stomach

him getting jealous easily

you always having to show him you’re his by dropping to your knees in the nearest restroom

constantly sucking his dick

loving to sit on his lap

so many date nights

dom spoiling you with dresses

him using vibrating panties on you

that mf loving to tease you

especially in public, he’ll find nothing more attractive than fucking you in public and enjoying to see you try to hold your moans back

during sex he’s daddy and if you forget that you’ll regret it

always squeezing or slapping your ass

you trying to slap his in return

always stealing dominics clothes

your outfit often including something of his just because you love his style

taking a lot of pics of him

lots of cute couple picture

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin smut #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dcl #dcl imagine #dcl smut #football smut #football blurb #football imagine #everton

[footballxwrites]

Loving when Dom leaves wet kisses all over the readers face and it makes her all blushy, please🥰

“Stopppp” you squealed, trying to shuffle away from his touch and the sweet scent of his lips that were pressed all over your face, “what- can- I- not show- my girl- affection- anymore?” he mumbled in between all the little kisses he was leaving on your cheeks. “You’re ruining my makeup so behave” you spoke, palming his chest and lightly pushing him away from you, feeling yourself starting to become all flustered from his random act of loving.

However it wasn’t long before he once again crawled closer and placed another warm kiss against your jawline, totally passing by your words with a smirk settled upon his mouth, “I know you love it really” he whispered, gently and playfully tapping your nose before you felt your hand, unintentionally, run through his brunette curls making him close his eyes at your delicate touch.

“You’ll be the death of me Calvert-Lewin” you muttered, loving the lingering, tingly feeling of sloppy kisses that were being scattered across your face, “I don’t hear you complaining though” he grinned back in a moan as your hand fisted tighter in his locks that were now falling loose over his forehead.

He had that minty fresh taste like always and you irresistibly let yourself melt into him for a good moment before forcing yourself away. “Well that was unexpected” you breathlessly spoke, fixing your out of place hair and smudged lipstick while fanning yourself with your hand, trying to calm your heart rate that was going however many miles an hour. “Looking a bit hot and bothered there...you can’t tell me that wasn’t nice” you heard the familiar groan of Dom say, a proud smile on his lips as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a head rested on your shoulder, admiring you in all your blushy state ❤️

#football #footballer #football blurb #footballer imagine #dominic calvert lewin #everton fc

[sanchoj7]

big nose prompt w dcl?

Your nose has always been one of your big insecurities because it was so big. Even before saying Dom, you would try and contour it so it would look a little smaller. So when he started showing the pictures he took of you at the park earlier that day you frown.“God no, delete them babe my nose looks horrible”You commented giving him his phone back and turning on the tv. But to your surprise, he sat up grabbing the remote from you and turning it back off.“Hey I was watching that”You said.“What are you on about…you look beautiful”He cut you off, you rolled your eyes and stood up to walk to the kitchen so you didn’t have yet another conversation on how insecure you were with him. “Baby you look beautiful do you hear me”he continued following you as you open the fridge. When he closed it pushing you against the counter trapping you with his two strong arms, you sighed looking up to him.“Your nose is beautiful, you are beautiful and everything about you just screams beautiful to me okay”he asked. When you just look at him he kissed your nose.“Stop Dom please”you giggled to his action his hands grabbed your waist so you wouldn’t move.“You look beautiful”He said in between kisses. When you gave in he smiled pulling away.“Next time I’ll tickle”He warns leaving one last kiss on your nose.

#three lions #football imagine #premier league #england nt #football #football blurb #dominic calvert lewin #Calvert #lewin #dcl #everton

[thatonesexycancerian]

people need to appreciate him more😩

#dominic calvert lewin #dcl blurb #everton #underappreciated #love him #england nt #england

[travellvogue]

“What?! You’ve never seen a blue Santa?!”- Dominic Calvert-Lewin

12 Days of Christmas- Day 11:

He was up to something, he had to be. He’d been texting you all day whilst you were at work asking you ‘when are you gonna be home?’ and ‘text me when you’re on your way back’, which of course made you very suspicious. 

“Babe I swear to god if you’ve ruined the house just days before Christmas I’m gonna break your face!” you speak into the cars hands free bluetooth system whilst on the phone to him. Your day at work seeming to drag on forever, plus it didn’t help that one of the guys you work with was telling you how he’d covered all of his girlfriends belongs in mini googly-eyes whilst she was away. His stories of being an immature 20-something-year-old was making your mind run away with you, thinking of the worst possible scenario you could be greeted home with.  

“Nooo I wouldn’t dare” he laughs down the speaker. Truthfully, the house was untouched, he knew not to mess with your perfect Christmas decorations. God forbid he moved a stocking out of place or crumpled the sheets in the spare bedroom. “Just hurry up and get home… but drive safe! Don’t hurry! Take your time… but chip chop!” you can’t help but laugh at him, shaking your head and saying a quick goodbye before hanging up.

He sits in the living room, scratching at his jawline. This fake two foot beard surely was made of horsehair, it felt as though sandpaper was scratching at his skin. Plus this velvet ‘suit’ wasn’t doing his body any favours. He felt stupid. He looked stupid. But if it made you smile then he’s done his job. He’d nearly poked himself in the eye several with the fluffy pom pom on the end of the hat.

One thing he’d learnt from this- apart from it being very difficult to find this costume- is that he’s never going to dress up as Santa for your kids. Never. Okay maybe if you beg him, but there’s old men out there that get paid to be put through this. 

He giggles to himself when he hears your car pull into the drive, knee bouncing nervously in anticipation as he listens to the noise of your keys being pushed through the lock. You’re looking at your phone when you push the door open, no doubt catching up on the girls group chat or flicking through Instagram stories of your friends at Winter Wonderland or a boomerang of a Dominos box with the caption ‘coz it’s friday’. 

You look beautiful. He feels even more stupid now. Because look how effortlessly stunning you are, hair falling in front of your face and the tip of your nose sniffling at the coldness of the outside. Even in your work clothes you looked so effortlessly breathtaking, he can’t help but stare at the curve of your thighs, leading up to his favourite part of your body, getting a great view when you lean down to put your bags on the floor. 

“Fuck! You scared-... What the hell are you wearing!?” he’s brought back to reality with the sound of your voice. Suddenly remembering the situation he’d put himself in. Laughing to himself and opening his arms to give you a great view. 

“What?! You’ve never seen a blue Santa?!” his wide grin tugs to one side to become a smug smirk. Standing from the sofa and giving you a fashionable spin. Of course the suit was blue, and finding a blue santa costume was one of the hardest searches of his life. But there was on way he was dressing himself in red, plus the Everton scarf wrapped around his neck paired perfectly with the baggy top and oversized bottoms, he’d even put Everton stickers on the giant stompers that were apparently the style of shoe that Santa Claus wore. 

“You look ridiculous” you hold your hand up to your face as you laugh, “Are you meant to be Santa or Papa Smurf?” you squeal. Dom smiles at the sight of how happy you look. You’d been so stressed with work and preparing everything for Christmas since the two of you were hosting at your shared house this year, that he’d hardly seen that little sparkle in your eyes when you laugh. 

Yes he might look like a knobhead, but he’s made that spark reappear and that was the most important thing to him. 

“Come sit on Santa’s lap” he chuckles, sitting back down and patting his knee. His hand roaming up and down your thigh once you get comfy. 

“This is quite touchy feely for a childhood icon” you tease, rubbing the tip of your fingers over his nails, feeling your heart grow warm at the sight of the black nail varnish that was still there after you’d painted his nails a few days ago. He was hesitant at first, but you knew by the way he looked at the final result that he actually was quite enjoying having his nails looking fancy. 

“Maybe Santa’s on the naughty list” he hums in your ear, kissing along your jawline, the beard making you whine and pull away from him. 

“Get rid of this” you whisper, pulling the fake hair from his chin, stretching the elastic over his head and chucking it to the side, cupping his bare face and pushing your lips against his. Even dressed like a Smurf-looking-Santa he was still the sexiest man on the planet.

tags: @footballdaydream @footballerimaginess @prettylittletrent @evie-pr @hnrfc

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin blurb #dominic calvert lewin fluff #dominic calvert lewin imagines #everton #12 days of christmas

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Weird Managers’ Club Group Chat 2

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @rubybecker-rb2, @rist-mlts

Jessethe🐐: CRAPPY MORNING TO YOU! CRAPPY MORNING TO YOU! CRAPPY MORNING MY BROTHERS, CRAPPY MORNING TO YOU

TheNormalOne: Thanks a lot, Jesse 😒.

Jessethe🐐: Seriously, are any of us having a good morning?

TT: No

Antonio: No

SuperFrankieLampard: No

TheNormalOne: 😑.

TheNormalOne:  No

Jessethe🐐: Then I hereby declare this chat room open to place any crappy memes, rants and emojis that will make us feel better about ourselves

SuperFrankieLampard: That’s…

TT: Frank?

SuperFrankieLampard: I can’t help it if our owners are absolute rubbish!

TheNormalOne: I feel for you ☹️. I try to hold my tongue when it comes to BSG but there’s only so much a German can take

MiniBeethoven: There’s only so much a Danish can take, too

Jessethe🐐: 🎶THOMAS FRANK! O THOMAS! 🎶

TT:  🎶He coaches better than hummus 🎶

SuperFrankieLampard: 🎶Made the whole Merseyside blue🎶

Antonio: 🎶Shamed London and Manchester, too 🎶

TheNormalOne: Even Kostas hasn’t come up with something that crazy yet

TT: He will, just give him time

TheNormalOne: 🤦. I can’t believe Kostas and Nana Mouskouri come from the same country

MiniBeethoven: Nana Mouskouri is part-French

TheNormalOne: 😑. That explains it

TT: WHERE CAN I FIND A JOB?

MiniBeethoven: The Spurs manager is at the wheel if you’re interested

Antonio: HEY

TT: I prefer to stay away from London from now on, thank you

TheNormalOne: You can come get my job if you want

Antonio: WHAT YOU’RE LEAVING JURGEN?! 😲

TheNormalOne: HELL NO NOBODY TAKES ME AWAY FROM MY BOYS

SuperFrankieLampard: You can come to Everton

TheNormalOne: DOUBLE HELL NO

Jessethe🐐: This chat is some serious chaotic crap

Antonio: So are Leeds

Jessethe🐐: Brenden’s playing with his Hot Wheels cars and Tyler’s leading the others in screeching Bohemian Rhapsody

MiniBeethoven: You think you’ve got it bad? The guys are playing rap music in MY office

TheNormalOne: The boys are having a JustDance competition

Antonio: That doesn’t sound so bad

TheNormalOne: 😖. You don’t know half of it

SuperFrankieLampard: Yesterday Dominic broke my favorite mug and I’m cycling to the five stages of grief

TT: Why don’t you save that for when you’re relegated?

Jessethe🐐: WHY

TheNormalOne: After this season ends we can all trash-talk the system together

Antonio: Now there’s a good idea 👍

TT: We can establish a meeting point in the middle of all our destinations

Jessethe🐐: I’ll brink cake pops

TheNormalOne: I’ll bring Lebkuchen

Antonio: I’ll bring spaghetti

MiniBeethoven: I’ll bring Danish meatballs

TT: And I’ll bring beer

TheNormalOne: YES

TT: Don't end up in a truck again

Antonio: I’ll bring some wine

Jessethe🐐: We’ll bring a whole bunch of comfort food and get wasted

SuperFrankieLampard: When’s the UCL final?

TT: June 10th

Jessethe🐐: Gosh darn it to heck, that’s late

TheNormalOne: Where’s Pep?

Antonio: Probably programming his Norwegian footballing robot to score every shot on goal

SuperFrankieLampard: we all signed that petition, right?

TheNormalOne: Of course

TT: We meet up June 14?

MiniBeethoven: Sounds good. I’ll notify Patrick

TheNormalOne: And I’ll tell Pep

(All the members have left the chat.)

#thomas tuchel #jurgen klopp #thomas frank #antonio conte #frank lampard #jesse marsch #liverpool fc #liverpool #tottenham hotspur #brentford #leeds #leeds united #leedslife #everton #football blurb #football imagine #football fanfic #football #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer fanfiction #soccer #soccer skits

[livlaughlfc]

I really love that DCL has a mug w a heart on it

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin blurb #everton fc

[floralfloyd]

Get Well Soon

Pairing: Chuck Grant x OFC

Word Count: 655 words

Plot Line: Chuck gets a visitor to cheer him up.

Notes: A little blurb came to mind one night after watching 'Points.'

The news had come as an initial shock, and sure there was always the worry of getting a letter home detailing the loss of a loved one at war but not the news that she had gained. Loretta Everton felt tears slide down her cheeks before the sobs even left her body. The yellowed paper crumpled beneath her grasp as the words blurred with more tears. Her beloved Charles had been shot in the head. He was injured during peacetime, a casualty of the drunken mistakes made by some private. He was expected to make it, but Lori was instructed to prepare for the worst. As time went by, Chuck healed as he moved from hospital to hospital, finally reaching England and the care of his sweetheart. The two had met in Aldbourne when the 506 had arrived in preparations for the invasion of Europe. It was a tale of love at first sight. Quiet English Girl meets Handsome American GI. Besotted with each other, they became an item, and as time went on, she became a complimentary member of Easy Company. 5th June 1944 wasn't an easy day for the two. As Loretta leaned up to kiss the man she loved so dearly, she had to break the news to him; he was to be a father. This news gave Chuck the determination to make it back alive, not just for her but for their child. The door to the bedroom creaked open as a tiny toddler with blonde hair and a red bow in her hair padded across the wooden floorboards. She was the spitting image of her father, minus the blonde hair that she inherited from her mother. Chuck cracked his eyes open at the noise. He had been resting as instructed, even if it was something he hated. As he searched the room for the source, he couldn't help but smile at his daughter standing before him at the foot of the bed. "Hello, sweetheart. Is something wrong?" He asked as he carefully sat up, the pillows behind him helping keep him steady. His speech and mobility had come on leaps and bounds, although he would have his occasional down days. Loretta had stayed at his side through everything. The young girl's blue eyes gazed up at her father in wonder as she shyly shuffled closer to his bedside. "I made something for you, daddy." With a raised eyebrow and a smile, Chuck patted the spot beside him on the bed so the young girl could sit beside him. "Oh, and what might that be kiddo?" Vera climbed up onto the bed with help from her father before settling down at his side. Between her dainty hands lay a piece of paper with a drawing of her, Chuck, and Lori. She handed the work over with a proud smile. "Get well soon! Mama wanted me to cheer you up." The male smiled big as he looked over the drawing. It was just a scribble, but it meant the world to him. His life flashed before his eyes when he was shot in Austria. Thoughts of never meeting his daughter or getting the chance to hold his love close again, he was recovering well and at home, safe with his family. Placing a soft kiss on his daughter's head, he put the photo on the bedside table before bringing her into a hug. "Thank you, my darling. I'll get this framed," he said softly, the small girl happy that she had brought a smile to her father's face. Vera didn't understand why her father wasn't well, but she knew she had to keep him happy. Lori had watched the whole interaction from the door frame. It had melted her heart and made her realize just how much she cherished the two in her life. They were her lifeline, and she prayed never to see the day they were swept away.

To be added to my Band of Brothers taglist, feel free to let me know!

#chuck grant #charles grant #charles grant imagines #chuck grant imagines #band of brothers blurbs #nolan hemmings #hbo war

[spotofimagines]

Could you do a slightly nsfw blurb for dcl? Maybe based on the pics of him in the pool at the England camp? I mean…🥵 xx

You had seen the pictures and videos of Dom in the pool with the other players, the whole internet had seen them. Him in just swim shorts, hair wet around his shoulders and water dripping down his toned body. You'd have to be blind not to be turned on by what you saw. But with your boyfriend down at St George's Park in London and you still at your shared home in Liverpool, there wasn't a thing you could do to act on it. Well, not in person anyway.

The weather was amazing so you took full advantage of the sun, joining your friends for some pool time of your own. You all looked great and felt great, drinking homemade cocktails and snapping up enough pictures to cover every wall of your friend's house. A favourite of yours was one of you lounging on an everton towel beside the pool, skin glistening wet in the sun and your bikini showing your cleavage nicely.

You knew what you were doing by posting it on your instagram, and if Dom knew he either didn't care or played into it perfectly. It took no time at all for him to message you, letting you know you had no right looking that good while he was away and couldn't touch you. Now he knew how it felt. The minute you see each other again, your hands will be all over the other in an instant, making the most of lost time and pent up frustration. Until then your set of sexy texts and pictures would have to do, and it more than satisfied your needs for the night...

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin x reader #football #football imagine #headcanon #blurb #my og post

[toomuchchelsea]

You and Dom are getting ready in the morning. You're curling your hair and he's taking a quick shower, chatting about little things. Then he comes up to hug you for behind, the most loving look on his face. I'm so soft for him! 🥺

happy reading, love x

You hummed softly to yourself, eyes catching your own in the mirror as you curled your hair. 

“Baby, don’t forget to pick up some candy on your way home for the trick-or-treaters, okay?” You mentioned for the umpteenth time, knowing Dom would forget. 

From the shower, he hummed in agreement. “Yes, darling,” he teased. 

You went to give a feisty response but you saw your phone blinking with a notification and you opened it to a surprise. Squealing, you told Dom, “Jas had her baby!” 

Your close friend Jas was heavily pregnant only a few hours ago and finally had a beautiful baby girl, sending a pic of the cutie your way. You typed out a quick reply before admiring the picture of the newest member of her family, 

You hadn’t even heard Dom exit the shower with a towel riding low on his waist, didn’t even hear him come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. 

“Do you ever want one of them?” you asked him as he kissed the side of your head, his damp curls resting against your newly done hair but you didn’t care; you could stay in this position forever.

“Yeah,” he decided after a bout of quiet. “One day. With you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto your face. “You want me to have your baby?” you asked, turning around to face him. 

He quietly nodded his head before stating, “I want everything with you. Wedding. Marriage. Babies. Grandbabies.” 

That simple statement melted your heart and had you reaching up to press a soft and loving kiss to his lips. Though you looked forward to mornings for the short but invaluable amount of time you and Dom got to spend together before your busy days ahead, you realized you wanted it all with him, too. And, you couldn’t wait for the next chapter of your perfect life together.

#dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin blurb #Everton fc

[alltoolewis]

Valentines week Prompt list 🤍

In celebration of the week of love & the fact I am a hopeless romantic I have decided to create a small prompt list for me to write this week (I finally have a week off!!!)

This is a little late but I'm gonna try my best to write as many as I can of them for tomorrow! I have some other stuff ready to post but I haven't done a prompt list in a while so thought I'd open it up to you guys to decide who these dialogue's, both fluff and smut should be written for!!

Below is 22 different prompts which I will be writing throughout the week. Please request the number of the prompt, which driver/player you would like it to be written for (A list of who I write for is pinned on my masterlist) and each one can only be selected once so it is first come first written hehe!!!

Love you guys endlessly and I can't wait to start posting more fluff this week 🤍

Fluff dialogues

“I made dinner reservations.” “So did I. Surprise?” : Max Verstappen

“Why have I never noticed how gorgeous your eyes are?” : Jadon Sancho

“Your arms are my safe space, so that’s where I’ll be sleeping tonight.” : Lando Norris

“I’m so happy that I could kiss you right now!”  - “Is that an invitation?” : Jesse Lingard

“Smile for me.”  - “Where’s the camera?”  - “There is none. I just like your smile.” : Declan Rice

“Look at you, making me fumble over my words.” : Trent Alexander-Arnold

"Dude, I just can't get her out of my head. I don't think I want to. All I want is to give her everything she's ever wanted." "Yeah, sounds like you love her, mate." "...Maybe I do." : Ben Chilwell

“You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear.” : Lewis Hamilton

.“Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want for this V-Day is to do you!” : Ben chilwell

“How come you always end up under my blanket?” : Mason Mount/Lewis Hamilton

“Is it fair to say that you read the love letter and that this means ‘yes’? : Curtis Jones

“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” : Daniel Ricciardo/Mason mount/declan rice

Why are you holding a blindfold?": Declan Rice

“Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my hand dumbass!”: Ben Chilwell

“Dance with me?” : Ben Chilwell

Smut Dialogues

“next time we get into an argument, i’m reminding you that i took your virginity.” : Jadon Sancho

“louder, i want them to hear you.” : Lando Norris

“have they ever touched you like this?”: mason mount

“show me you’re mine.” : Ben Chilwell

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.” : Mason Mount

“i’d rather have your hands around my throat but the necklace will do.” : Jack Grealish

“against the window? are you insane?” : Lewis Hamilton

“You don’t want me? Why are you soaking through your panties, then?” :Jack Grealish

“We can’t just fuck on the side of the road!” “Can’t we?” : Mason mount

Once the prompt is selected it will be crossed out and once they are mostly selected I will post the schedule for this week 🤍

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