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emwritesfootball · 1 year

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Feelings | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

I saw this jealousy prompt the other day and would love to request it with Dcl.

“ do you have feelings for me? “ “ what? “ “ do you have feelings for me? “

A/N: god knows how long it’s been since this was requested but I hope whoever asked me this is still around. Making this take place right after the 15 April loss to Fulham. This does not mean requests are open again - I am just doing a lil bit of writing to get back into it and trying to see what I can fulfill from my asks. Enjoy xo

Warnings: none

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All of your friends had been telling you for months that Dom was into you, but you refused to believe it. “If he really does have feelings for me, he’ll tell me about it and we can go from there,” were words you’d repeated so often you were beginning to think you should have them tattooed across your forehead.

There were glimpses here and there that made you think your friends were right, but since Dom had yet to approach you about it, you were going to vehemently deny it. The moments were especially prominent when other men flirted with you or you leaned into a guy that wasn’t Dom.

It all came to a head, however, after Everton’s latest match. They had lost yet another match, and Dom was in a mood since he still couldn’t play due to his injury.

You were about to try to say something to Dom to console him but you were cut off by someone shouting your name. Your face lit up the moment you saw Antonee Robinson making his way over to you with a big smile on his face. “Jedi, hey!” You said, enveloping him in a hug. “Good game. I hate that we lost, but I’m glad I get to see you.”

“You, too.” His gaze raked you over. “You look good.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, giggling a little. Antonee had always been a little flirty with you, but with Dom’s eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, you were inclined to push the limits a little more.

“You ready to get going?” Dom appeared out of thin air, putting a possessive arm around your shoulder.

Antonee took the hint, giving you one last hug as the two of you promised to keep in touch more before he headed back off to celebrate the win with his team.

“He’s had a crush on you for a while,” Dom commented, practically seething as the two of you headed down the tunnel.

“I’ll believe it when he tells me,” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear another word from Dom about all these men in your life that your friends were convinced he was jealous of. “How am I supposed to know if someone is into me if they don’t say anything?”

You felt Dom still beside you, but you were too annoyed to pause, continuing your walk through the tunnel. Dom called out to you but you didn’t respond until he caught up to you and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him.

“Do you have feelings for me?” The question left your mouth before you could think about the implications. You stared up at him, your eyes wide and your breathing heavy.

“What?”

Your heart was racing and you felt like you had just made a very big mistake, but you knew there was no turning back now. “Do you have feelings for me?” You made a point to emphasize every word, your gaze searching his as you waited for his answer. “Everyone’s been telling me you do but I just need an answer.”

“Yes.” Dom nodded, his serious expression telling you he was telling the truth. “I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to tell you but-”

You cut him off with a kiss, shocking both of you. You’d been harboring your own feelings for Dom for months now, fully aware of your hypocritical stance about him telling you how he feels when you weren’t planning on doing the same.

He was the first to break the kiss, pulling away with a smile on his face as his forehead rested against yours. “Does this mean you’ll finally go on a date with me now?”

“Absolutely,” you murmured, kissing him again.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,�� he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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macybeckham7 · 2 years

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What about the reader performing at the platinum jubilee with anyone you like

You were set to be performing at the jubilee with Ed Sheeran who was a close friend of yours. You were a bag of nerves backstage, you was in your make up and hair chair with your boyfriend appearing behind you and wrapping his arms around you. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks, gently kissing your shoulder. ‘I’m shitting myself’ you giggle which makes him and your team smile. ‘You’ve got this’ he smiles. One thing about him, he was always your number one fan. As soon as you told him that you were invited to perform, he was instantly telling you ‘I hope you said yes’. He walks you to the stage, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, you taking Ed’s hand as you both walk onto the stage. Your boyfriend was stood at the side of the stage watching you in complete in awe, he could see you take a shaky sigh before you started to sing. You keep your eyes either locked onto Ed or closed as you tried to keep the butterflies at bay. After the show he was posting a photo of you and declaring you as a pop princess and how magical it was.

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prettylittletrent · 2 years

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CURRENTLY TAKING REQUESTS!!! SO SEND THEM IN!!!

#trent alexander arnold #jude bellingham #liverpool #dominic calvert lewin #football #virgil van dijk #andy robertson #f1 fic #f1 imagine

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arsenalgbt · 5 months

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whats ur ranking of trent ships? and what do you think of jude/trent

ok ok ok ok ok hear me out!!

trent/dom really got us in a chokehold huh. really didn't think I'd be invested in any Liverpool ships after gerlonso hendollana and veteran discount caninho (iykyk). been years since the last time I wrote for Liverpool fandom. like I posted earlier; pretty privilege is soooooooooooooour real

ngl it's trent/hendo. the age gap, the slight size gap, my personal view of hendo because I was there when he was young and dumb and clearly in love with Adam lallana LMAOOOOOOOOO. ugh. imagine the lore; academy prospects trent 'competing' with literal soulmate Adam? the amazing trent/hendo fics on ao3 also helped!

clearly im biased because I wrote them already; trent/tyrone mings. have y'all seen such underrated man? tyrone mings... goddamn... he's like Dominic calvert-lewin or whoever his name is, but with the towering height... thus the size gap!!!! and this one video/gifset of trent ovulating I said what I said

im learning about trent/VVD likeeeeeeee . the lack of quality fics on ao3 pushed me off ngl lmao. jfc what's there not to like? size gap age gap clashing personalities... this gif... don't worry anon, I am REDEEMING myself by cooking some plot!! coming 2024 (I think lol)

also, not a fan of trent/Jude cuz both are bottoms. they can always take turns fucking eo silly, but not for me! (now, if we're talking Jude/gio Reyna aka the character swap aka hyper British lad being bff with calm reserved American????? and Jude/erling haaland bvb era...)

teehee~

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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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."

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nuestraluzdelaluna · 3 years

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✦:˒ blurb weeks masterlist ◞⁺☆．

━━━━━━

✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

━━━━━━

˗ˏˋ my playlist ´ˎ˗

1. you were mine for the summer now we know it’s nearly over

╰┈➤ summer love one direction | leon goretzka | john stones ↯

2. i’m just talking shit to the ones that’ll listen

╰┈➤ go flex post malone | dcl

3. she texts me in a warm summer night (sie schreibt mir um halb drei in ‘ner warmen Sommernacht)

╰┈➤ sommergewitter pashanim | virgil van dijk | robin koch

4. you better shut up and be good ( vi conviene stare zitti e buoni)

╰┈➤ ✦:˒ zitti e buoni måneskin | leon goretzka | marcus rashford

5. what the hell were we? tell me we weren’t just friends

╰┈➤ friends chase Atlantic | jadon sancho | jude bellingham

6. “hi, why’d you only call me when you’re high?“

╰┈➤ why’d you only call me when you’re high arctic monkeys | dcl | Jack grealish

7. we’ll safety pin, the pieces of our broken hearts back together

╰┈➤ safety pin 5sos | jadon sancho | mason mount | Ben Chilwell

8. i have not been able to love another person and i swear that i’ve tried (a otra persona no he podido amar y te juro que lo he tratado)

╰┈➤ si estuviemos juntos bad bunny | marcus rashford | jadon sancho ↯

9. i swear to god, i never fall in love then you showed up, and I can’t get enough of it

╰┈➤ my ex’s bestfriend blackbear | jack grealish | dcl

10. for every question why, you were my because

╰┈➤ walls louis tomlinson | jude bellingham | marcus rashford

˗ˏˋ insecurities ´ˎ˗

⿻ mason mount

✦:˒ insecure about a mole

✦:˒ insecure about not looking like a model

insecure about beauty spots

insecure about big boobs

insecure about acne

insecure about wearing bikinis

⿻ leon goretzka

insecure about small boobs ↯

insecure about transfer rumors

insecure about his past long term relationship

⿻ erling haaland

✦:˒ insecure about wide hips

insecure about not being norwegian

insecure about small lips

insecure about sitting on his lap

⿻ dominic calvert-lewin

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about not being sexy enough

insecure about being introverted

⿻ ben chilwell

insecure about having a stutter

insecure about your body and needing validation

⿻ marcus rashford

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about your body type

⿻ jadon sancho

insecure about stretch marks

feeling ‘flat’

⿻ joe gomez

✦:˒ insecure about the attention he gets from others

⿻ jack grealish

insecure about small boobs & stretch marks

insecure because you gained weight

insecure about big boobs

⿻ neco williams

insecure about thick thighs

⿻ robin koch

insecure about curvy thighs

⿻ scott mctominay

not feeling good enough

⿻ virgil van dijk

✦:˒ insecure about your boobs

⿻ john stones

insecure about thighs at beach

⿻ unai simón

insecure about the future

⿻ anyone you like

insecure about hip dips

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chilly-me-softly · 2 years

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HEYY GIRL! I see you're back around, writing away some delicious requests! XD Good to have you back! I don't have a request in mind but while I'm here I might as well come up with one.

How about one with DCL just cos why not? Maybe one where the reader is short and all but super talented at basketball. Dom, not having a clue, wants to play basketball and teases the reader about having no chance cos shes 'a short little girl' and she practically hands him his ass. You know we like super fluffy endings so that's down to you.

Thanks and hi again :)) !!

Hi! Glad you're still around 💙

Dom enjoyed seeing you struggling, when you couldn't get somewhere because of your height. You were too proud to ask for his help but you always ended up begging him, mumbling under your breath and making eyes at him. And he would smile sweetly at you, pleasing you after teasing you.

Even in heels you were shorter than him, but that didn't bother you except for a few little moments. Because you felt protected, because it was your way of bickering, because it was you and no one outside could understand this or that joke.

It was a beautiful day and you were out in the garden enjoying it, you in a deckchair almost ready to get a couple of hours sleep cradled in that silence. Dom couldn't sit still though and had been dribbling for some time now, going back and forth in his garden with the ball between his feet.

Suddenly the sun coming over your body is covered by a shadow and Dom's smile makes way for your view.

"What?" you murmur sleepily as you hear him chuckle.

"Come play with me little girl"

"Hmm" is your only reply as you settle yourself better in that lounge chair.

"Come ooon" he moans as you hear the sound of a ball hitting the ground rhythmically.

You barely open your eyes seeing that he's holding a basketball and is dribbling a few steps away from you waiting for you to get up and join him.

"Basket" you murmur getting up and stretching trying to pull yourself together and wake up from the nice slumber you were in.

"Do you want to play?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Come on I'll go easy on you little girl" Dom leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before heading to the hoop.

"Shall we make this more fun?"

"Oh come on do you really want to humiliate yourself like that?"

"Excuse me?!" you put your hands on your hips indignantly as he walks back towards you with the ball under his arm. "You're not a professional player either as far as I know"

"Yeah but I do have one thing in my favour..." he looks at you waiting for you to connect the dots, eventually mimicking your obvious height difference which makes you raise your middle finger to him.

"So do you want to bet or not?" now becomes a matter of fact to defend your pride as he looks at you like you're a child having a tantrum.

"Do you really want to-?"

"Yes or no?" you press and he shakes his head throwing the ball at you. "What do you want to bet?"

"Best of 10. If you win you pick whatever you want, I don't care what. If I win instead-" a chuckle from him makes you stop dead in your tracks, throwing the ball back at him forcefully, "if I win instead - you retort gritting your teeth- you're going to tell everyone you know or stop to talk to" a flash of fear passes through his eyes as he tries not to let it show.

"Are you sure you don't want to get with something else?"

"Are you scared Dominic?" you challenge him with your gaze and he tosses you the ball getting into position.

"I'll give you a head start" oh god... he really doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

Dom is athletic, there's no denying that. But you have years and years of training behind you, despite your short stature. Nobody can really tell basketball was the sport you practically played for years. And he's obviously dumbfounded, increasing in intensity from the moment he realises you played him.

"That's not fair" he continues to blubber when you obviously beat him fair and square, sulking in the chair you were in earlier.

"I think Tom's calling you" you tease him laughing at his expression when he realises how you've played him.

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bluemoonstonesy · 3 years

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Rain

Any Player

The rain lashes against the balcony doors violently, mimicking the pounding feeling both in her head and her chest.

Her now glossy eyes wander across the room. They fixate on the shared chest of drawers that stand next to the rain soaked window pane, still covered in their intertwined belongings. His familiar aftershave sits in harmony with her floral perfume, along with his watch lying peacefully inside her jewellery basket. Photos adorn the wall, moments that capture their past achievements and most precious moments together; but in the present they taunt her agony.

She hugs the pillow closer to her chest, mumbling comforts to herself to stop the anxiety. The TV flickers from the end of the bed, its sound merely an addition to the chaos in her mind.

The front door of the apartment clicking open sends unwanted goosebumps down the back of her neck, causing a small whimper of panic to escape from her parted lips.

She already knows that he would be back at any given moment. it had been a late kick off, but a home fixture. The distance to travel back back from was short, something she usually hates, but right now she craves it.

A few minutes of composure are spared to her as he spends time downstairs, most likely fixing himself a drink as he always did - his usual habitual nature.

But slow, heavy footsteps soon meet the staircase, continuing onto the hallway outside the room. She inhales sharply to stop the tears as the bedroom door swings open with slight force.

She keeps her head in her knees, the thought of having to look him in the eye feeling like a kick in the chest. He audibly pauses as he acknowledges her state, a wave of pre guilt washing over him;

He knows.

"What's going on?" Panic filling the room, footsteps getting closer to her side.

The mattress space next to her suddenly dips, the feeling of this arms trying to snake around her waist making her heart race, but for all the wrong reasons.

"Don’t touch me."

She finally gains the little strength she has to pick her head up, her eyes glistening and reddened. A look of anguish written upon her tear stained face.

He jerks back immediately; confrontations between the two were rare. Eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and confusion, yet he knows that it was because of his actions that she's hurting.

Small droplets on rainwater fall from his dark hair as she sighs, "Why did you do it?"

At that very moment, she swears that she feels her heart shatter into two. She’d read countless romance novels where the characters talked about this very moment. Usually she'd cringe at how pathetic the writing was, sniggering to herself about how dramatic the protagonist in question would act. She never thought in a million years that it would become her reality.

"She meant nothing to me." He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"Don’t," She stutters, finally facing him.

In that split second of hesitation, she takes in his features, studying them intently as if it's the last time she was ever going to see him. The speckles of rain still sit in his outgrown hair, running down his pale complexion and onto his damp hoodie. His pursed lips anticipating her next statement and his usually lively eyes are now almost blackened.

"Don’t say things you don’t mean. You- you just don't cheat with someone for five months if they mean nothing to you."

The most uncomfortable silence imaginable hangs above them for what seems like hours, both of them trying to find the right thing to say. He can't bring himself to look her in the eyes, instead choosing to focus his attention on the ring that sits upon her finger.

"Please, take me back," He suddenly crumbles, running a hand through his now disheveled locks, "I’ll make it up to you i promise. God, just take me back."

For one split second she wants to, she wants to take him back more than anything else on the planet. Why shouldn't she?

Just for a moment she's taken back to that night three years ago. A cocky and tipsy young footballer approaching her at a dingy bar in the city centre. His teammates urging him to make the first move towards the dark haired stranger who had caught his eye from across the table. A young woman who never found herself the most attractive, self confidence below level, but that didn't stop her from giving him her number at the end of the night.

Eventually, she takes a deep breath.

"No. I'm sorry," She begins in apologetic tones, despite the fact that she isn't the one in the wrong, "But I don't think I can."

She watches as at least a dozen different emotions rush through his mind, unimaginable amounts of guilt and shame pushing into his chest and almost pinning him to the bed.

He tries to put his hands around hers, holding her tight as if she'd suddenly slip away. But his grasp, usually a comfort in her darkest times, feels cold and unfamiliar - and they both knew there is no going back from that point.

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i took this from the opening chapter of one of my old stonesy fics since i thought it’d make a good imagine. (took names out so john isn’t fully taking over my writing :) )

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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Car Sick P1 ~ Dominic Calvert-Lewin

A/N: This is sort of carried on from this blurb I wrote a while ago, bc I loved the idea and wanted to write more for it, you should probs read that first to catch the vibes. This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge based on tv and film. I used this storyline from Modern Family with Gloria and Jay. Once again, no real timeline with this, just made up scenarios. I struggled with the next bit of this so I asked you how you wanted it and you chose 2 parts, here's the 1st. Enjoy :)

Warnings: pregnancy, kids, step parents, injury mention - reader is female

Summary: You thought you were just feeling car sick, turns out it's something else...

gif by @hishairmyweakness - gif by @delstroyer

You were dropping your daughter off at Dele's for a long weekend since he didn't have a match or training to attend. After she had squeezed the biggest hug out of her dad and trudged dirt in his hallway, she perched on the sofa with her ipad and juicebox, leaving you and Dele to catch up.

Dele had been showing you how he redecorated his kitchen so you accepted a drink and decided to stay a little while. Plus you figured the news you had for him should rather be said in person than over the phone.

"Hey, Del, I have something to tell you." You said nervously, leaning your hands on the kitchen island. He turned around and took a sip of the drink he just poured as he walked closer to the other side of the island opposite you. "Go ahead." He replied, his eyebrows knitted in concern at your worried tone.

"Well, remember when we stopped by last Friday since you were playing on her birthday?" you recollected and he nodded along. "And I had one of those herbal teas and a tablet because I was feeling car sick?" "Yeah..." he trailed off quietly, putting his drink on the counter between you. "Turns out I wasn't car sick," he frowned in confusion and looked even more lost than he did a moment ago.

You fiddled your fingers together and took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You knew you could trust Dele with absolutely anything. You'd been close since you were teenagers, grew closer when you started dating and left nothing in the way when you had a baby. Being so young when it happened meant a lot of things turned against you, a lot of people with a lot of opinions trying to dictate your lives and yet you stuck it through. You haven't been together romantically for a while, however your relationship with him never faultered, your connection of trust staying strong.

But it didn't make this any easier to say. It wasn't hard to see when Dele got hit by moments of gloom at the sight of the mini family you were creating with Dominic. While your split years ago was amicable, and neither of you would rekindle that flame again, more than happy with your close friendship, Dele couldn't stop that jealous bubble rising in him when he saw your daughter enjoy spending time with Dom as much as she does with him. Blame his stubbornness but facing change wasn't his strongest suit. This news was going to be a big step away from that picturesque life you both once envisioned together and you desperately didn't want it to drive a wedge between you nor push Dele away. You had settled into a good rhythmic system with him that suited your daughter and your schedules, you'd hate to tarnish that in any way.

So, yes, you hesitated to tell him.

You sighed and picked at your nails, needing to just get it out before it drove you crazy.

"I'm pregnant."

Dele's eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little from shock, the frown lines that creased his forehead disappearing. His breath was taken away. Nothing prepared him to hear those words come from your mouth and know that he wasn't involved. It was bound to happen but it still took him by surprise.

He tilted his head as he looked at you, nervously twiddling your thumbs like you always did, and it only took a few seconds for a smile to slowly grow on his face. "That," he cleared his throat and met your eyes with sincerity, "that's great. Congratulations."

He scuffed his socked feet along the floor as he walked round the counter to wrap you in a warm hug. He squeezed your shoulder and gave your cheek a quick kiss when he pulled away, a genuine smile on his face. No, he wasn't involved this time, but he knew how amazing it was to experience pregnancy and he was certain Dominic would take to it greatly.

"What did Dom say?" He asked, leaning over to grab his glass and take another drink. Your breath caught in your throat and that made Dele side-eye you mid sip. "You haven't told him, have you?" He questioned gently, and you shook your head.

Now it was his turn to sigh.

The glass clinked loudly in the quiet room when he put it back down, and he had a ton of questions he could have asked you and a ton of things he could have told you to do that he thought was right, but it wasn't his place. Not anymore. So he took a moment to think whilst you rubbed your hands down your front to straighten out your t-shirt again.

"Are you going to?" You tutted and looked back up at him incredulously. "Of course I am Del, think it'll be pretty hard to miss when I'll be bursting through my clothes!" You joked and he held his hands up in defence as he chuckled, realising it was a stupid question.

"Are you nervous, then?" He tried again, this time opting for something more reasonable. "More nervous than when I told you for the first time." You admitted. Dele whistled lowly and shook his head with a laugh.

The state you were in a bit under 7 years ago now when you told him you were going to have his child, it was something else. He still insists he hasn't seen someone so frantic, before or since. He could only imagine what was coming Dominic's way.

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There were plenty of reasons for you to believe Dom would be happy to be a dad. He adored his young brother and truly enjoyed spending time with him when he was back home. He was thoughtful and attentive with all the people he knew so you know he'd be the same, multiplied by a million, when it came to a child that depended on him.

But the way he cared for your daughter above anyone else proved to you, without a doubt, how good he would be. Dom wasn't her biological father, but that never once stopped him loving her the way she deserved. Dom made sacrifices when he needed to and even when he didn't. He'd stay awake if she couldn't sleep, he'd ask to see her on facetime when he was travelling and he always asked her about school, he even did the afternoon pick up with you when he got the chance. If Dom would be such an amazing figure in the life of a little girl he had no obligation to be a part of, just imagine what he'd be like with his own child.

You wouldn't question his want or excitement to have kids with you at any time, having spoken about it before.

Any time except now.

Dom hadn't been himself the last week, and justifiably so. He picked up a knee injury in the Merseyside derby last Saturday that resulted in him hopelessly limping off the pitch with the physio under his arm to hold him up. A torn ACL was the conclusion after a couple hours in the hospital. While an injury was never welcome, a minimum six months out was tough to take. But with the upcoming England tournament he'd been called up for that he will now have to miss, alongside the rest of the Premier League season, it shattered him. His club and his country had important matches this year and it killed him to not be able to help secure some much needed wins for them.

Most of Sunday was spent doting on him, helping him relax and alleviating both his physical and mental pain, offering comfort through his favourite meals and hours of cuddles, something your daughter happily assisted with.

However, by the time Monday rolled around, his rest was stifled by your daughter's birthday party.

Despite how often you'd sat him back down, Dom wasn't used to sitting all day and had helped you decorate the house whilst your girl was at school. The balloons were littered in the front room, the buffet snacks laid out on the dining table, and the banners Dom had pinned on the ceiling blew from the gentle breeze coming in through the back door.

So by the time you pulled into the drive with a car full of young girls eager for sugar, Dom was working on half a bar of energy already. Yet he played along with the party activities and managed to dance, or more shuffle, to some Disney songs on his crutches inbetween sneaking mini sausage rolls and chocolate biscuits.

You could see him getting more tired as each kid left, but "she only turns 6 once, right?", so he persisted on keeping the party lively until your daughter was knocked out in bed, out of her party dress but still wearing the new bracelet she got from Grandma.

You trailed behind Dom with two cups of tea as he hobbled toward the sofa, barely managing to keep himself up despite it only being 9pm. He dropped heavily on the cushions in the corner and let his crutches fall on the carpet, not caring where they landed as long as they stayed within reach. The sigh that left him could have knocked down a tree.

Before you got comfortable, you put his mug on the table and put a random sitcom on the TV. Dom's eyes were closed and his legs were stretched out as best as they could be, his injured knee up on the couch in front of him with a cushion underneath and an ice pack held on top.

"I'm telling you, I feel way too old for this." He muttered just loud enough to hear. "You're only 24." You chuckled a little into your tea at his complaint.

"Yeah," he rolled his head your way, hair falling on his face, "but running after her makes me feel 70, she knocks me out," he spoke quietly but with the last tints of energy in his tone, "and with this peg leg too you gotta change that to 80."

You smiled at him sympathetically and loosely linked your fingers with his, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand as let his eyes close again.

He was joking, it was obvious. But a niggling part of your brain told you that he wasn't just being dramatic.

Admittedly it was a tiring evening with your daughter's friends running around, but with the lack of energy left in Dom, how could a baby be added to that scenario and it not be an issue? Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe, no definitely, getting pregnant when Dom wasn't shrouded by an injury, when he didn't have frustration on top of frustration on his shoulders, when there wasn't a hyperactive 6 year old that needed attention too - that would definitely be a better time to have a baby. But that wasn't what life had handed you. Life was a little more complicated in its ways than to give you an easy run, you knew that well enough by now.

What concerned you most was how Dom would handle it. Whilst he had picked up parenting duties well over the past couple years, he hadn't been there when your daughter was a baby, nor had he seen how tough it was on you at the time. The thought of raising another was scaring you, so it would surely terrify Dom, doing it for the first time.

Even before the time came to hold them in your arms, being pregnant was no easy deal. So how could he possibly handle the stress of an upcoming baby, the stress of having to look after 2 kids in the future, the stress of a cranky pregnant girlfriend, the stress of prepping the house and himself, all whilst he's hobbling on crutches and having to watch his teammates from the sidelines too?

You sipped your tea and let the TV fill the room as your brain ran overdrive with questioning thoughts, sitting silent next to your boyfriend who's head seemed full of only the sleep he was dreaming of, oblivious to the changes that were coming his way.

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail.

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him.

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today.

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you.

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all.

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work.

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said.

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

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football-and-fanfics · 2 years

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Flashback Friday #19

Welcome back to the weekly edition of Flashback Friday. Here’s this week’s five blasts from the past😉 Happy reading! 😊 #1 Who: John Stones Prompt: "How long have you been standing there?" Link: click here #2 Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "I don't think that's a good idea." Link: click here #3 Who: Neco Williams Prompt: "You keep that photo of us in your wallet?" Link: click here #4 Who: Kai Havertz Prompt: Hyperventilating Link: click here #5 Who: Dominic Calvert-Lewin Prompt: Fainting Link: click here

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macybeckham7 · 2 years

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Can you do one based on

I think I did it again

I made you believe we're more than just friends

Oh baby

It might seem like a crush

But it doesn't mean that I'm serious

with anyone, I’ll leave it open for you to decide

You thought that you were on the same page, you both had a good friendship, he felt like he could have his guard down around you and he didn’t have to pretend to be this person who everyone thought he was. You would often find yourselves cuddling on the sofa as you watched movies, always being each other’s dates to events. But you guys never really discussed what things were, you often slept together and liked that there was no strings attached. You froze when you realised what he just said, you moving away from him wanting distance. ‘I love you’ he moans inbetween kisses. ‘I thought…’ he says but stops. I think I did it again, made you believe we’re more than just friends. You could tell that he was feeling kind of vulnerable. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen’ you say barely above a whisper. ‘Sorry that I’m not a heartless cunt’ he says which makes you raise your brows at him. Was you a heartless cunt? ‘It might seem like a crush-’ he cuts you off, ‘Don’t tell me what my feelings are’

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could you do prompt 15 from the tiktok prompt list with marcus x

Walk into the room naked while he’s playing video games. (Preferably while he’s playing with a headset online.)

Marcus didn’t play a lot of FIFA, so when he agreed to play with some of the England lads he wasn’t exactly over enthused about it. You teased him, saying that it was because he couldn’t actually be on the pitch and he had to watch the little pixelated version of him play instead. Jesse actually had to beg you to convince him to convince your boyfriend to play with them as Marcus always insisted that the lads played way more than he did therefore they were at an unfair advantage. However, no one knew how competitive Marcus could get over the simplest little things better than you did. So, to keep him from getting too wrapped up in the competition you decide it’s time to hop onto the viral tiktok trend.

When you walk into his line of vision and drop your towel, Marcus’ jaw drops and you can see the immediate lust in his eyes and on instinct he jumps up and heads towards the game console with his hand up as if there was a camera he should be blocking. When he realizes there’s no camera he should be worried about he turns back to you and bites his lip with a groan. “Fuck, Y/N.” He curses as he fumbles with the buttons on the controller. “I, uh. I gotta go lads. Something’s come up.” Without taking his eyes off of you he yanks off his headset and the audio goes to the speaker. You hear Jesse yell, “BEANS!” before your boyfriend hits the off button on the gaming console.

#marcus rashford blurb #marcus rashford imagine #dominic calvert lewin imagine

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Dirty Little Secret | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

It's midnight PST which means I'm so far past the deadline for @footballffbarbiex's Summer Writing Challenge but I don't really care. Please enjoy the millionth version of 'sneaking around with a rival' but with DCL. This one's for the babes: @sweetlikesugar9 @dclsbaby @domspeach

Word Count: 3,610

Warnings: light mentions of smut, sneaking around

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Your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You wanted so badly to pull it out and reread the text you’d been sent an hour ago, but then Jordan would be suspicious and you didn’t want to try to cobble together some half-assed explanation that would ultimately end in disaster.

“Are you listening to me?” Jordan asked, huffing your name in frustration. “I swear, you’ve been spacy for the last week. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, rolling your eyes. Jordan gave you a disbelieving look, so you elaborated, “Work has been kicking my ass and I’m annoyed, okay? I know it’ll pass, but I’d just like it if you let me handle it on my own.”

Jordan’s face softened. “I’m sorry. And I won’t, alright?” When you nodded, he continued, “But you know that if you ever need me to step in and use my name, I will.”

“I know,” you said, giving him a teary-eyed smile. “You know how much I don’t want that, but if it comes down to it, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s just...you’re my little sister, and I worry about you.” Jordan wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah - I appreciate it.” You paused, finally remembering the conversation from earlier. “Wait, you were saying something about England?”

Jordan smiled, launching into the conversation. “I just got the call from Southgate today. He told me I’ll be part of this upcoming England squad.”

“What?! Jordan, that’s incredible!” You squealed, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks. I was hoping I’d get the call-up, but with each camp, you never know. And I get older every year and-”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you scoffed, waving him off. “You’ve done so much for the club and you deserve this. Take the win and move on.”

“I hate it when you’re right, you know.”

You giggled, shoving him playfully. “It feels weird to be the one dispensing life advice to my older brother, so don’t worry, it’s just as weird for me, too.”

You left Jordan’s place a little while later, promising to help him plan an England get-together once the rest of the squad was announced.

Once you were back home, you finally pulled up the text you’d been both excited for and dreading about replying to.

Dominic: When can I see you again?

Just as you started typing, the three dots on his end popped up and you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that pooled in your belly when his latest text came through.

Dominic: I just got good news. Come over and celebrate?

You: I’m on my way

***

The moment Dom opened his front door, his lips were on yours. He pinned you against the door, kissing you hungrily as his hands slid up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, loving the way his body fit against yours as he swallowed the sound.

“What…” Your thought was cut off as Dom sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck. “What was the good news?”u

“Later,” Dom hummed, nibbling on your earlobe. “I wanna celebrate first.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” You giggled, the sound quickly turning to a breathy whimper as one of Dom’s hands slid between your legs. “Fuck, Dom! It makes sense - please just take me to bed.”

Dom smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs as he started to undress you. It had only been a little over a month since the two of you started sleeping together, but neither of you could get enough of each other.

Your name was on his lips as he sucked a mark into your hip, watching as you dug your heels into the mattress while he kissed his way up your inner thighs before sucking on your clit and making you cry out. “You’re always so responsive for me,” he praised, chuckling as he slid two fingers inside you. “So sexy.”

“Please, Dom!” You whimpered, burying your fingers in his curls. “Please make me cum already!”

He responded to your pleas, flipping you over onto your stomach and driving his cock into you. One hand was around your throat, the other smacking your ass as pure filth spewed from his mouth with every thrust. Dom made you feel dirty in the best possible ways and it wasn’t long before you were cumming around his cock, feeling his cum coat your inner walls as he released his own orgasm inside you.

“So, what’s the news?” You asked as you cuddled with Dom, your head on your chest with one hand tracing patterns across his forearm.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot - I got called up to the England squad for this upcoming run of matches.”

He said it so casually that you almost didn’t register what he’d said. “Wait, what?”

“I got another call-up!”

Your stomach bottomed out and you thought you were gonna be sick. “Dom, that’s amazing!” You said, hoping he didn’t notice how preoccupied you sounded.

“Thank you!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a much more intimate gesture than the two of you usually did, but you didn’t question it. “You’ll come see me play, right?”

“Of course,” you promised, hoping you sounded sincere.

When he drifted off to sleep, you were still up, your mind racing as you tried to figure out how you were going to tell Dom that you were Jordan Henderson’s baby sister.

***

Anfield. Last Spring.

You flashed your Friends and Family pass to the staff, feeling a bit awkward as you looked for Rebecca and the kids. It wasn’t often that you used the ticket Jordan purchased, preferring the season tickets you’d gotten with friends ages ago on the off-chance you were recognized. The only time you did was for Derby matches, and today was no exception; the ‘Henderson 14’ burning a hole in your back as you took your seat.

The whistle blew and the match began. You were as nervous as you always were during Derby matches, your heart in your throat every time Jordan got the ball. You were always worried something would happen to him on the pitch, what with the countless injuries he’d had over the years.

You cheered along with the rest of the spectators when Mo put one in the back of Pickford’s net a couple minutes outside of the 20th. Richarlison scored moments before the end of the first half, tying it up before the start of the second.

There was a penalty call early on in the second half and your heart stopped as you watched Jordan step up to take it. He hadn’t been in good form to take a pen all season, having missed three of his four pens so far, and you peeked through your fingers, hoping the ball would slot right into the back of the net.

...

It didn’t.

It didn’t, and you were devastated. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be wearing your brother’s jersey anymore. You felt sick as all the friends and family of your brother’s teammates gave you sympathetic pats and hugs while the match wore on.

When Mo scored his second of the night, you screamed until you were hoarse. It wasn’t long after that and the final whistle was blowing and the match ended 2-1 in favour of Liverpool. You hugged Jordan tightly when he finally appeared, giving him a small smile. “Sorry about your pen.”

He stiffened and you instantly knew you’d hit a nerve. Sometimes, he was able to laugh these things off, but tonight apparently wasn’t one of those nights. “Fuck off.”

“You’ll get the next one, I’m sure.” You winced internally as the words came out of your mouth and Jordan’s expression darkened.

Your name was an angry growl on his lips as he said, “If you’re trying to make me feel better, just don’t. I don’t need your sunshine and rainbows opinion - if I want it, I’ll ask, got it?”

His condescending tone ignited your own nerve and you got in his face. “Go to hell, Jordan,” you hissed, your eyes involuntarily welling with tears at the angry confrontation. You turned on your heel and stormed off, ignoring Rebecca’s pleas for you to come back.

You sat in your car, waiting for the tears to subside. It wasn’t often that you fought with him, and to make matters worse, you’d been staying with him for a bit while you looked for a place of your own, so you couldn’t even avoid him at home.

Instead of going home, you headed to your favourite pub. It was low key, and you knew there probably wouldn’t be too many people in there so you could drink in peace. You changed out of the jersey, throwing on a t-shirt you found in the backseat of your car, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than usual.

“Can I buy the next?” A man’s voice asked, and you turned to find Dominic Calvert-Lewin sitting on the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you said, giving him a small smile. “As long as you let me buy the one after that.”

“You’ve heard, I take it?” Dom gave you a sheepish smile, ducking his head and looking away.

“I was there. Thought you had it for a minute there when that pen didn’t go in.”

“Me, too. I had a couple good shots in there, but none of them ended up going in.”

“I saw.” Dom gave you a look at your comment and the two of you burst into giggles. “Sorry, I just had to say it.”

“Clearly, you know who I am,” he started, his gaze raking over your body. “Can I at least get your name? You look so familiar...”

You debated giving him your middle name or a fake name altogether, but ultimately gave him your real name, conveniently leaving out your surname. He rewarded you with a full-blown smile that you felt all the way down to your toes; a smile that made you think about what it would be like to kiss those lips.

A couple hours later, and you didn’t have to wonder what it felt like to kiss him. His lips were on yours in the back of the Uber as the two of you headed back to his place. Another hour after that, and you were discovering all the other things his mouth and hands could do, loving the way his body felt against yours.

When you left in the morning, you felt like you had a secret that was only yours to keep - and Dom’s, of course - but this was you sticking it to your brother by sleeping with one of his rival club’s players while also getting some much-needed sex.

A week later, you were grinning down at your phone as you read Dom’s latest text.

Dom: So, when can I see you again?

***

Jordan’s House, Present Day

“We’ve got everything we need, right?” Jordan asked, frantically looking around his kitchen. The counter was fully-stocked with all the alcohol he could possibly need, there was enough food to feed an army, and everything was as it should be.

“Yes,” Rebecca confirmed, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. You shut your eyes and made a face, still not used to seeing your brother be intimate with his wife. “Everything’s going to be great. The team should be arriving in about an hour, so don’t go too crazy waiting for them, okay?”

Jordan nodded and you laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that. “Well, if neither of you need me, I’m gonna go nap in the guest room,” you announced. “Wake me if I sleep through my alarm?”

“Sure.”

You went up to the guest room, setting your alarm to give yourself half an hour to get ready for the party.

***

The party was on by the time Dom walked through the door. Someone put a beer in his hands and he made the rounds, catching up with players he hadn’t called teammates since the last call-up.

“Hey!” Hendo shouted, waving at Dom from his lounge chair by the pool. “Calvert-Lewin, as I live and breathe. How are you?”

Dom brought it in for a hug, laughing. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I’d ask how you’re coping with losing to us yet again in the Derby, but I’m sure you had no problem finding some willing girl to console you.”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve been seeing this girl for a few months now. Hooked up with her the night we lost to you and haven’t really looked back.”

“Good for you. She coming to the matches?”

Dom shrugged. “Not sure yet. Haven’t really done much talking, if you know what I mean.”

Hendo smirked. “Nice.”

Just as Dom was about to say more, Rebecca came running over. “Jordan, have you seen your sister? I think we’re running out of drinks and she said she’d run to the store if we needed her to and well, we need her to.”

“Is she not up from her nap?” Hendo asked, his brows furrowing when Rebecca shrugged. “Okay, can you go see if she’s awake? I’ve kind of got my hands full.”

“Yeah, I-”

“Mummy!” One of the kids ran up to Rebecca, drawing her attention away. “Dom! Good to see you! Can you go wake my sister-in-law?”

“Sure. Where is she?”

Hendo gave him directions and Dom was off, searching for the guest bedroom.

“Hello?” He asked, lightly knocking on the closed door. When he got no response, he turned the handle and opened the door. “Hendo’s sister?”

***

Shit. You’d slept through your alarm and now someone was waking you up. And to make matters worse, they were calling you ‘Hendo’s sister’. “What?” You asked groggily, shifting.

“Your brother needs you.”

The voice sounded familiar but you were too tired to figure out why. “Okay. Can you turn on the light?” The sound of the switch being flipped and the light hit you. “Oh, fuck, that’s bright!” You covered your eyes, blinking rapidly to try to get used to the light.

You heard your name being whispered incredulously and you realized it was Dom standing in front of you.

***

Dom couldn’t believe it. Here you were, standing - well, technically sitting in bed - in front of him and you turned out to be Jordan Henderson’s little sister. “You’re…” He trailed off, unable to say the words.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your hands, not wanting to see the look on his face. “Jordan Henderson is my older brother.” You heard the door shut and you looked up, not expecting him to still be standing in front of you.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Dom asked, his expression blank as he crossed his arm and leaned against the door. “You’ve had plenty of chances to tell me and you haven’t. Why?”

“I just… I don’t know.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling as you struggled to find composure. “Everybody treats me differently when they find out who my brother is, so I don’t exactly go around telling everyone I meet that my brother is… who he is.”

“But we’re sleeping together! Hell, I’ve got you in my bed more than half the nights of the week and you still didn’t think to tell me?!”

“Dom!” You hissed, fear coursing through your veins. You didn’t want anyone to overhear him even though you knew they were probably too busy with the party. “I didn’t think to tell you because I didn’t think we were that serious!”

Dom looked furious. His jaw clenched and he stormed over to you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. He kissed you hard, pinning you underneath him and all you could do was loop your arms around his neck and kiss him with everything you had. “How’s that for serious?” He asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m here, kissing you in your brother’s house where anyone could discover us, and you don’t think I’m serious.”

“I-I get it now,” you stuttered, smiling at him. “Can we just wait a little while before we tell Jordan about us?”

“Just as long as we tell him before we have to go back to being rivals, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him one last kiss. “Now you’re really gonna have to leave because I’m pretty sure Jordan didn’t send you here to come into the guest room and kiss me senseless.”

Dom chuckled at that. “He definitely didn’t. Pretty sure Rebecca was saying something about needing you to run and grab more alcohol, too? But the point is that we need to get you out of this bed and to the right people.”

***

You couldn’t stop staring at him. Dom was right across the room, chatting it up with Rice and Mount, laughing with the two footballers. He caught your gaze, giving you a subtle wink before turning back to say something to Rice. You watched him pull his phone out, your own vibrating in your back pocket moments later.

Dom: Meet me in the guest bedroom… Five minutes

You tried to keep the smile off your face, but it was impossible. “Who’s the guy?” Came Rebecca’s voice over your shoulder.

You gasped, hoping she didn’t see Dom’s name at the top of the contacts list before you shut it off. “Uh, nobody? Just a guy I’m sleeping with.”

Rebecca gave you a look. “Just a guy?” She rolled her eyes. “Not with that lovey-dovey look in your eyes, he’s not.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. “He’s not just a guy, but I’m not ready to introduce him to you and Jordan, okay? He’s just...not someone I would usually date and I don’t want Jordan to lose his shit, especially with these matches coming up.”

“I see,” Rebecca said wisely, giving you a knowing look. “Just don’t wait too long, because Dominic Calvert-Lewin looks like the kind of man who won’t wait around forever.”

“How did you-?” You asked, incredulous. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.”

Rebecca laughed. “Don’t worry - I won’t tell Jordan. That’s something you’ve gotta do.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dom murmured in-between kisses in one of the empty rooms of Wembley. “Tomorrow’s the last match in this run of friendlies and I wanna catch Hendo on his good side when the two of us aren’t rivals.”

You giggled, the sound morphing into a moan as he kissed your neck. “After the match tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

Dom pulled away, a serious look on his face. “I’m serious. If you don’t tell him after the match tomorrow, I’m not sure I’ll be able to continue this.”

The pit of dread grew in your stomach. You wanted to tell Jordan but you’d never shown an interest in or dated any footballers before, let alone one of his rivals. It was going to be hard to convince him that you were serious about Dom, and for the first time, you realized you were serious about him.

~~~

The day of the match, you were in the stands in your ‘Henderson 8’ kit. The ‘Calvert-Lewin 18’ was underneath, your body tense with the anticipation - fear? - of telling your brother that you and Dom were seeing each other.

All your nerves went out the window the moment Dom came on and scored after less than five minutes of being on the pitch. You were on your feet with the rest of the stadium, cheering on your man as he celebrated with your brother.

The friendly ended England’s way and you were celebrating it like they’d won the World Cup. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into Dom’s arms, both of you giddy as he spun you around before setting you down on the ground and kissing you breathless.

“What the hell?!” Came Jordan’s voice, snapping you and Dom out of your own little world.

“Jordan, it’s-” you started, but your brother was furious.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it. The two of you?!” He glared at Dom. “At my party, were you talking about my sister? To me?! You’ve got some nerve, Dominic.”

Dom held up his hands. “I didn’t know she was your sister at the time, I swear!”

“It’s true: he didn’t,” you backed up your man, threading your fingers through his in a nonverbal show of support. “I knew who he was when I started sleeping with him, but he didn’t know who I was.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I hate more: that that’s actually believable or that I’m starting to be okay with this.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide. You and Dom shared a look.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to completely love this - at least not for a year or more - but you better not hurt her, Dominic. I’m serious.”

Dom squeezed your hand, nodding with a serious expression. “Yes, sir.”

You held back your giggle at Dom’s response, not wanting to ruin your brother’s good mood. You let go of Dom’s hand to go over and hug Jordan, a bright smile on your face. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me; just make sure he doesn’t hurt you so I don’t have to hurt him.”

An hour later when you met Dom, you couldn’t stop smiling, making sure to stop in front of Wembley to kiss him one more time before he took you out on a proper date in public.

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