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[emwritesfootball]

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.

[dunkudunk]

Headcannons I have but never shared before the ruin dcl comes out and possibly changes them, GO!

It’s mostly DJ MM

Edit: it’s entirely DJ MM

Sun can’t spin his rays, only retract them. Anytime a fic says "he spins his rays" I just imagine him spinning his whole face

DJ doesn’t actively remember anything from "Bouncer Mode" being faulty programming and all

DJ has a self recharging battery, it dose this when he "sleeps", his little sleepy animations and sounds are so others know he’s charging

He also dreams the most if not the only dreamer out of any animatronic, his dreams mostly consist of memory recalls, including ones from bouncer mode but he just chalks those up as bad nightmares until learning that actually happened and he actually did those things

DJ’s way of capturing and killing kids is to shove them in his mouth very messy

Afton and Vanny hate getting catches from DJ cause they’re always an unrecognizable and mangled bloody mess, makes body disposal easier but it’s disgusting as all get out and time consuming to get remnant from

DJ’s white hands are actually gloves with either mesh or padding to give them shape, his headphones are non-functional [entirely aesthetic]

Moon calls DJ Skittle or Skittle Mouth because of his RGB mouth lights taste the rainbow

DJ straight up has no voice box sometimes I nix this for the sake of drawing

[the-orbz]

Information, Draft 2

Welcome to a blog about DCL. Here you will find posts that may be a story in the world, posts that may be information about the world, posts that support the users of the world, and more. We also like hearing about OCs.

Many posts that help understand things will be tagged with #information

Some side projects will be posted or referenced too, such as Void's End. The projects mentioned typically are important to the characters, but I should define AUs first.

To start, here are the ranks of each.

Users- "IRL Humans" "Writers" Whatever you want to call it. I may be named The Orbz because the account has a focus on that character, but I still have a human user. Sparks- These are characters, they may have tons of character depth or a little. User inserts may be considered a spark or a user, depending how you use them. NPCs: Characters with little focus, they normally do not get names and fill basic roles. It is never a bad idea to promote an NPC to a Spark.

It is typical for characters to not be aware of users, as is often encouraged to not break the 4th wall. Some characters are "user aware" or "pseudo user" User Aware means the character knows of users. Pseudo user means the character can do things a user can do, such as run a Tumblr or Discord account.

Important Users and User awares are:

PuppetWhisperer(User, He/It): Original creator and continues creation. He is a messenger.

Spartan Roman (User, He/Him): Original creator on a smaller scale (Imagine DCL starting as a game for him to play, he defended his small thing while the world builder expanded.)

Grim of Balance's User (User, Any pronouns, preferred They/It): A creator who joined later, one who prefers not to show their true self and stay behind a character. Sometimes they appear as Grim of Balance, mostly they appear as The Orbz. They almost never go out of character and act themself, even when describing themself.

The Orbz (Pseudo User, He/Him): A character who gained power through his orbs that could copy abilities. He became user aware through powers copied, and other things.

Illusionist (User Aware): Illusionist is the highest level god in DCL. In any roleplay server he keeps all his memories as if there is only one Illusionist.

Asks are always open to communicate with a character, if the character is not user aware you may have The Orbz talk to them for you. He may even do actions if you ask, like pat the blorbo.

This post will have a tag with mentions to past important users or people who contribute.

Info Tags: #oc introduction #location info #magic info #item info #tech info

Characters will also have their name and intro added (such as #Illusionist Intro), same with locations and companies.

[macybeckham7]

You thinking you were pregnant with DCL, but then you get your period. You don’t tell him but he knows that you have been off

You have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months, you tried your best to not put pressure on yourself as you always said ‘whatever happens will happen’. You woke up one morning and you felt different, you calculate a few things and realise that you really could be. You felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach, you look in the mirror and imagine yourself with a little bump with baby Calvert- Lewin inside you. The whole week you were so certain with how your body felt you were pregnant, it wasn’t until Friday afternoon you took a test. Dom walks into the bedroom and hears you burst into tears, he opens the door popping his head through. ‘What’s wrong baby?’ he asks with you falling into his arms. He holds you tightly as he sways you both from side to side as he just tries to comfort you. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asks as he plays with your hair. ‘You have been off and distant all week’ he tells you. He kisses your face as he notices the furrow on your brows. ‘I feel stupid’ you say with your bottom lip quivering. ‘I thought I was pregnant’ you say before handing him the negative test. He holds you tighter as he tells you that things were going to be alright.

[thatbrightblueshine]

now this ... really went from the usual bad everton game to an absolutely gut wrenching mess. gutted doesn't even cut it. can't imagine how coleman must feel right now. really made it go from at least 1 to 0 points. fucks sake. would've cursed any other player's name for scoring an own goal in th 90th minute but him. he's literally been with the club since fucking 2009, likely his last season playing before retirement and then this.

he can't even start for his club anymore and only played today as a backup for mykolenko who's ill. honestly the disrespect players receive that have been with the club for most of their careers just because they were having a bad run is ... something else.

today marks 3 full months of keane not having played a single minute after playing one bad game back in december. really sums it up. and then it was suddenly godfrey who's arguably not any better than keane, never has been. yet it ended up being him over both keane and coleman.

but when not making this about players ... yet another loss because we don't have a striker that can score goals! dcl will be the reason we'll get relegated. the 1-1 tie lasted for exactly 4 minutes. sums it all well.

[edcater]

Learn SQL Programming from the Ground Up: Beginner-Friendly Tutorial

Are you ready to dive into the world of databases and take your first steps in SQL programming? Whether you're a budding data scientist, a web developer, or simply curious about managing data effectively, learning SQL (Structured Query Language) is a valuable skill that can open up a plethora of opportunities. In this beginner-friendly tutorial, we'll guide you through the fundamentals of SQL in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.

Understanding Databases and SQL

Before we delve into SQL, let's understand what databases are and why SQL is essential. Imagine a database as a structured collection of data organized for efficient retrieval, manipulation, and storage. SQL acts as the language used to interact with these databases, enabling users to perform various operations such as querying, updating, and managing data.

Setting Up Your Environment

To start your SQL journey, you'll need access to a database management system (DBMS) such as MySQL, PostgreSQL, or SQLite. These systems provide a platform to create and interact with databases using SQL commands. You can choose to install one locally on your computer or use online platforms offering SQL sandboxes for practice.

Getting Started with SQL Syntax

SQL commands are categorized into different types, including Data Definition Language (DDL), Data Manipulation Language (DML), Data Query Language (DQL), and Data Control Language (DCL). Let's explore some basic SQL syntax:

Creating a Database:

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CREATE DATABASE database_name;

Creating a Table:

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CREATE TABLE table_name (

 column1 datatype,

 column2 datatype,

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);

Inserting Data:

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INSERT INTO table_name (column1, column2, ...)

VALUES (value1, value2, ...);

Querying Data:

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SELECT column1, column2, ...

FROM table_name

WHERE condition;

Understanding Data Types

In SQL, each column in a table has a specific data type that defines the kind of data it can store. Common data types include INTEGER, VARCHAR, DATE, and BOOLEAN. It's crucial to choose appropriate data types based on the nature of the data you're working with to ensure accuracy and efficiency in your database operations.

Retrieving Data with SELECT Statements

The SELECT statement is one of the most fundamental SQL commands used for retrieving data from a database. Let's break down its syntax:

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SELECT column1, column2, ...

FROM table_name

WHERE condition;

You can select specific columns or retrieve all columns using an asterisk (*) wildcard. The WHERE clause allows you to specify conditions for filtering data based on certain criteria.

Modifying Data with UPDATE and DELETE Statements

In addition to querying data, SQL allows you to modify existing records in a database using the UPDATE statement:

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UPDATE table_name

SET column1 = value1, column2 = value2, ...

WHERE condition;

Similarly, the DELETE statement is used to remove one or more records from a table based on specified conditions:

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DELETE FROM table_name

WHERE condition;

Working with Multiple Tables: Joins

Often, you'll need to retrieve data from multiple tables simultaneously. SQL provides JOIN operations to combine rows from two or more tables based on a related column between them. Common types of joins include INNER JOIN, LEFT JOIN, RIGHT JOIN, and FULL JOIN, each serving different purposes in data retrieval.

Practice Makes Perfect

As with any programming language, practice is key to mastering SQL. Take advantage of online resources, tutorials, and exercises to reinforce your understanding of SQL concepts. Additionally, consider working on real-world projects or challenges to apply your skills in practical scenarios.

Conclusion

Congratulations! You've taken your first steps in learning SQL programming. By grasping the fundamentals covered in this beginner-friendly tutorial, you're well-equipped to explore more advanced SQL concepts and tackle real-world data management tasks. Keep practicing, stay curious, and embrace the power of SQL to unlock endless possibilities in the world of data. Happy querying!

[reputationstationvariation]

“anyway don’t be a stranger” by reputationstation on AO3.

Catherine J. “Cat” Grant Division Home Jerseys

Note: You do not need to look at these to read the story, I am just a big hockey nerd who decided to do this for fun. It is not important for the story.

Everything looks very wonky because I decided to draw in pen, but please imagine everything looks good and I know how to fill in colour properly. All (very) rough sketches included below:

Boston Banshees - [BOS]

[BOS] - I know these jerseys look like they belong to a recreational roller hockey team and not a professional ice hockey team, but I tried to base it on the photos of Silver Banshee's costume from the comics, and this is what happened.

DC Legends - [DCL]

[DCL] - I may want to change the colour from purple to a more Legends of Tomorrow colour scheme, but I'm not sure yet. Right now, I'm still laughing about naming the team the DC Legends. This jersey design is based on a University of Notre Dame (IN, USA) concept jersey I found on the internet.

Gotham Nightwings - [GNW]

[GNW] - This jersey is based on Nightwing's superhero suit from the comics and a little bit on the New Jersey Devils Jersey jersey. The team is very much based on the real life NHL team of the New Jersey Devils, so I thought it would be fun. (I also messed up by putting a line through the blue stripe on the torso, please ignore.)

Metropolis Metropolitans “Metros” - [MET]

[MET] - This jersey is so ugly. I'm planning to redesign it but I wanted to post this, so now this is what happened. The colour scheme is based on Superman's superhero suit if Superman's superhero suit was ugly, and The New York Rangers reverse retro jersey from the 2022-2023 season, which I actually really like. This design ended up looking like 1990s retro St. Louis Blues jersey, but that wasn't what I was thinking. The 'Honouring History' shoulder patch is a reference to the comic canon Metropolis Mammoths hockey team.

National City Caracals - [NCC]

[NCC] - This is the first design I made, and I tried to make a lot more, but eventually this is the one I chose. I tried to use the colour scheme of CatCo's logo and the pink cats that are in the CatCo offices. The logo is traced from the first design I found when I Googled "Caracal Logo" The design was probably based on something from the back of my mind, but I didn't look at any photo of a specific jersey for this design.

Québec Dinosaures - [DQC]

[DQC] - When I thought of this logo after naming the team, I knew I had to do a whole series of these drawings just so I had the excuse to show off the Dinosaur Fleur-de-lis. The jersey is based on the old Rimouski Océanic jerseys from the Sidney Crosby era (03-05). It also ended up looking like the American football team Seattle Seahawks colour scheme, but that's not what I was going for. The shoulder patch is the flag of Québec City.

These are the designs of the Grant Division, which I picture to act as the stand-in for the Metropolitan division in the real-life NHL. (I know National City is technically in California but for some reason I have always pictured it to be near DC in Maryland or something so that is where I put it. Sorry for the confusion.) If you have taken the time to read through this, I appreciate it.

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

I can sort of picture Jack Grealish for number 6 (the arctic monkeys one) or DCL (mainly because he’s from Sheffield!)

“hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

hi 3:00AM

can i call you ?

He squinted his eyes as he stared at the bright screen of his phone, who would have thought that he would be one to pick his phone up at 3am just to talk to a girl. Pressing the little green button he smiled as your voice reached his ears.

„can i ask you something? why do you only call me when you’re high?“ he whispered, not being able to raise his voice at the fear of getting his hopes shattered.

„how‘d you know i’m high?“ you pouted, listening to the chuckle on the other side of the line.

„s‘cause i need courage to talk to you, you know? s‘hard to talk to the guy you like sometimes“ you spoke the words you were surely going to regret in the morning.

[footyblurbs]

short blurb prompts

prompts that make me feel things by @screnwriter

a character whispering “kiss me” to their love interest

a character deciding to live for their love interest instead of dying

a character calling their love interest “my love” or “babe”

a character taking their lover’s hand during a stressful situation

two characters going straight for the kiss instead of denying their feelings for each other

forehead kisses while your lover is asleep

two characters comparing hand sizes

never getting used to how good your lover looks in a suit, always losing your train of thought when you see them dressed in one

enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it’s a tender kiss

friends to lovers with “if i don’t kiss you right now i might die” vibes

two characters staring at each other’s lips

two characters brushing their lips together, lingering for a moment before crashing their lips together

packing your lover’s favorite snack for a road trip

crying over how lucky you are to be loved by your lover

stealing your lover’s clothes and refusing to give them back, but it’s okay because “you look better in it anyway”

kissing your lover’s hand as they trace their fingers on your body

a character telling their lover “i love you” and their lover smiles, wrapping their arms around them while whispering “i love you too”

a character telling their lover they don’t have time to cuddle, only for them to come cuddle with their lover a couple minutes later

a character sleeping with a stuffed animal that their lover won for them at the amusement park

two characters intertwining their fingers while making love

a character hugging their lover from behind, snuggling their head into the crook of their lover’s neck

dancing under the stars or kissing in the rain

falling asleep on your lover’s shoulder

a character kissing their lover’s cheek or chest while being wrapped in their arms

[emwritesfootball]

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.

[de-geas]

Teardrops on My Guitar with DCL?

He'd shown you the ring three days ago and god, you felt the breath leave your lungs. He'd told you he had finally gotten it right. Your throat dried up and you felt tears well up in your eyes. He had pulled you into a hug and you whispered how happy you were for him into his ear. He'd held you tightly and silent tears streamed down your face - faking a smile when he looked at you.

But now, now you were driving home from their engagement party with similar tears sliding down your cheeks. You hope she knows how lucky she is to have him in her life in the way you so desperately craved.

[myrwritesfootie]

So today is a day without something I wrote simply because I’ve been too busy. I hope to get something online or either the day after tomorrow.

I will need some help tho on who to write it on, please comment on this post who you would like to see next;

Kai Havertz

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Andy Robertson

Jadon Sancho

Someone else you would love to see?

[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

French Toast

Um, this is urgent (but not too urgent but urgent enough for me to make a writing request via DM 😭😭 MAY I PLEASE HAVE SOME DCL FLUFF. Anything with him walking in the rain (Idk to buy bread for french toast because he wants to make breakfast) and BOOM, IT RAINS ON HIS WAY BACK AND HE COMES THROUGH THE DOOR LOKING LIKE THIS

This one is for you @passthedriedfruit​

It was a gloomy day in Liverpool, you and Dom were laying on the sofa watching Christmas movies. You guys were watching movies while eating popcorn, and you wanted some french toast. Dom went into the kitchen to start making some french toast, and as he opened the cupboard he noticed that you guys had ran out of bread.

Dom walks back into the living room, “Hey babe, we’re out of bread. I might have to run the store to get some more.” You look at him, “Are you sure, it looks like it’s going to rain. You don’t need to go, I don’t want it. Just come sit and we can continue to watch the movie” Dom was hesitant of just sitting down. So he turns to walk to the door, and turned back “Babe I’ll be back, it won’t take long! I’m just going to get bread and come back. The store is just five minutes walking, it’s not that much of a walk!” You look at him, “Ok babe, good luck!” Dom chuckles while closing the door.

When Dom was on his way home from the store, it started pouring. He walked into the house all soaked. When you heard the front door open you started laughing at how your boyfriend looked. 

Dom went to the kitchen to start making french toast, when the toasts were ready, he brought the plates to the living room. You put your hand on his thigh, “Babe you should change, you’re going to get sick because of your clothes being wet and the house is cold.” Dom got up started to take off his shirt, “Woah Dom what the hell are you doing?” Dom started chuckling again and winked at you while telling you, “Well Y/N it’s not like you’ve seen me naked before”. You rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t talking about that! I was saying go to the room and get a pair of dry clothes so you don’t get cold and don’t get the sofa wet!” Dom laughed, “Fine you win babe!”

Dom ran to the room changed the fastest he could, then came back to the living room to finish the movies and enjoy the french toast he made. You guys ended up falling asleep on the couch cuddled up together with the tv on and christmas movies playing in the background

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[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."

[footballcontentandshiz]

BTS England photos from the Euros ⚽️🏟🥅