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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.

[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."

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 10. pretty boy

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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smau + (1.8k) written work

warnings: suggestive jokes, ...nothing rlly,,,, tooth rotting fluff?

You let out a low whistle, Jake grinning wolfishly at your reaction. For a university, DCLS definitely invested a lot into their dressing rooms. Five vanities set with their own lights and chairs, which had to be comfortable considering Jay was already napping in one of them. If anything, the professional atmosphere of the room was kind of daunting and you shifted your bag on your shoulder awkwardly. I really hope I don’t fuck anything up today.

Looking over your shoulder to check that the makeup artists were already unpacking their equipment, you gently set down your own bag on the floor of the farthest station. You glance over to the couch to see Sunghoon smiling at you cheekily. 

“Hey Mo-” 

“Please do not finish that sentence,” you groan, taking a seat next to him. Sunghoon nods, giving you a mock salute. Satisfied by his obedience, you continue to take in your surroundings, mentally noting the absence of Niki, Jungwon and Heeseung. 

“Jungwon’s grabbing some drinks and food with the other boys,” a knowing voice cuts through your thoughts. Startled, you look over to meet Jay’s discerning eyes. “Oh-  I wasn’t -”

He simply cuts you off with a scoff, “Yeah right, you look like a lost puppy. He’ll be here soon.” 

Rolling your eyes, you kick at his shin playfully, “I was actually looking for Heeseung and Niki, thank you very much. You wound me Jay, I can’t believe you would think so lowly of me, maybe you’re just projecting honestly” 

“Yeah, sure I am” He waves you off, “Wanna see the stage outfits Y/N?” Jay offers a hand which you gratefully take, letting him tug you to your feet. You follow him to the back where the numerous clothing racks stand, boasting a variety of outfits. 

“Damn, these are nice. You guys even have outfit changes? Who’s the stylist? They have good taste.” You finger the fabric of the clothes carefully, noting the brands and styles.

“Styled by me actually, pretty sick huh?” Jay says smugly with his arms crossed over his puffed chest. You giggle, nodding in agreement, you were no stranger to professionals in the fashion industry and Jay’s selection definitely did not fall short.

“I see how you blew the budget though, full Chrome Hearts? Damn, we definitely have to go shopping together Jay, my treat.” you say distractedly as you admire the silver attachments on the blazer. 

“Where are we going?” a voice asks softly into your ear, Jungwon’s familiar scent flooding your nose as his arm snakes around your waist. You ignore the way your skin prickles at the feeling, turning around to face him with a raised brow. 

“What do you mean we? Jay and I are going to go shopping. Isn’t that right Jay?” you ask pointedly. You falter slightly at the smirk on Jungwon’s face, trying to step back to regain some much needed space and air. 

Jungwon only chuckles, tightening his hold on your torso. “Jay’s actually busy. Isn’t that right hyung?” You shoot Jay a desperate look over your shoulder but he only raises his hands in surrender, sauntering away from the pair of you. 

“Pussy” you scowl bitterly as you watch Jay retreat safely to Jake’s side. You shift your gaze accusingly to Jungwon, ”You suck, I wanted him to pick out my clothes for me. He has a really good style.” 

“Take me,” Jungwon smiles brightly, “I know best what looks good on you anyways.” 

“Not like I have much of a choice now. I hate you Yang Jungwon,” you puff out your cheeks in annoyance, eliciting a laugh from your captor. 

He squishes your face together in his hands, forcibly deflating your cheeks, “ Yeah right, you loveeee me. Come on Y/N, I got you your favorite drink, you’re not allowed to be mad at me sweetheart” 

Finally breaking free of his hold, you huff, walking towards the other boys. “I should’ve never introduced you to Hyuck, you get more and more insufferable everyday.” You give both Niki and Heeseung swift side hugs in greeting before you somehow end up back in Jungwon’s grasp. 

Polite introductions are made between the boys and the four makeup artists, and the boys play rock paper scissors to choose who’ll go first. Jungwon isn’t the slightest bit upset when he falls into the second slot, instead opting to tug you towards the empty vanity in the corner. 

He takes a seat, swiveling the chair towards you, beaming up at you expectantly. You stare at him blankly and he sighs, motioning at your bag on the floor. “I saw you brought your stuff, come on you can do my makeup.”

“Oh fuck no Jungwon, I just brought that in case something went wrong or we were running late. We are in neither of those predicaments thank god so just leave it to the professionals. I don’t wanna mess up your makeup on an important day,” you shake your head vehemently. 

Jungwon slumps, looking up at you in exasperation, “Oh come on Y/N, I know you’ll do amazing. Plus I feel uncomfortable with strangers touching my face, I want you to do it. Please?”

Unconvinced, you grimace and try to refuse but are quickly silenced by Jungwon reaching out to grasp your hand. He gives your arm a playful shake until you’re forced to look into his eyes with a sigh.

I'm not gonna cave this time. Fuck you and your big sparkly eyes Yang Jungwon. You chant to yourself internally. 

“Y/N please? For me?” He says softly and you can almost audibly hear the sound of your willpower disintegrating into dust. 

Letting out a groan, you run your hands through your hair in frustration. “Alright fine, but if I fuck up I don't want to hear any complaints.” 

Jungwon smiles triumphantly, leaning back into his chair comfortably as you begin rummaging through your bag, unpacking all your equipment. Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you scroll through your Spotify queuing up some songs. You slot an AirPod in your ear, wordlessly handing the other to Jungwon.

You begin working, humming along to your music under your breath. Jungwon melts under your touch, the soothing brush of your fingers and the gentle press of the sponge against his skin. 

“Can you look up for me?” you ask and Jungwon tilts his head back. “No, not like that, keep your head still just look up.” you snicker. Jungwon knits his brows in confusion, ultimately tilting his head up again. 

Exasperated, you grasp onto the nape of his neck, guiding his head to the proper position and holding it there. “Now, look up at the ceiling, I need to set your under eyes before they crease,” you instruct impatiently. 

Jungwon’s eyes follow as instructed to the ceiling before flickering down to settle on you. Suddenly you’re all too aware of the weight of his gaze on your face and the placement of your hand against the back of his neck. You retract your hand quickly as if the skin contact had scalded you. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to man handle you.” You clear your throat awkwardly, turning away to grab the powder. Discreetly, Jungwon watches your reflection in the mirror, a small smile growing on his lips as he notes the slight flush that warms your cheeks. He bites it back as you turn around, quickly fixing his eyes back up on the ceiling. 

You pat in the powder, leaning back to examine his completed base, giving a satisfied hum. 

“Look good?” Jungwon asks quietly. 

“As good as you can,” you tease, to which Jungwon pinches your waist swiftly in response.

Jungwon grants you free reign with his eye makeup and you run with it. Gently diffusing soft browns into his crease and emphasizing the curve of his eyes with a thin liner. 

“Look at me?” you command and Jungwon obliges, his pupils dilating when he opens his eyes to find your face inches from his. You look at him intently, unaware of the way Jungwon wets his lips and his heart hammers against the confines of his chest. She does this on purpose I swear to god. 

Seemingly pleased by your handiwork, you brush some stray hairs out of Jungwon’s face and step back with a wide grin. “You look pretty” you say easily, invoking a choked laugh out of Jungwon’s tightened chest. “All done! Just need some tinted chapstick, but I’ll let you do that part yourself.” 

Jungwon nods, spreading the balm across his lips and turning back towards you for a final once over. He startles when you reach out to cup his chin, thumb finding the corner of his lip and sweeping against it carefully. 

“You smudged a little on the corner,” you clarify, stifling a smirk at Jungwon’s wide-eyed countenance. He rolls his eyes, shoving you away lightly before standing up and admiring his reflection. 

“See? I knew you would do good,” he pinches your cheek affectionately , dodging the swat you aim his way. His group members echo his sentiments, patting you on the back and ruffling your hair humorously. 

As the performance time nears, Jungwon finds himself stretched in all directions, talking to the director, audio team and running around to make sure all his members are taken care of. Everytime he looks for a second to breathe with you, he’s pulled away again leaving you nothing but an apologetic look. You give him an understanding shake of your head and a wave away his pout, busying yourself with Sunoo and helping the staff. 

It isn’t until the final calls are made and the boys are filing out of the room that Jungwon’s at his wits end. After affirming with darting glances that everyone was too occupied to notice your absence, he pulls you into a nook behind the changing partitions. 

Shaking off your shock at the ambush, you tilt your head up at him with an amused smile, “Hey Jungwon, fancy meeting you here.”

Jungwon doesn’t respond, wordlessly pulling you into a tight embrace. You falter for a second at the shaky breath that escapes him before wrapping your arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. 

Jungwon finally pulls away letting out a deep exhale, “Sorry, I was just kind of going insane and I needed a moment. I’m good now.” 

You take his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, “You got this Wonnie, you’ve worked your ass off for weeks. You’re gonna do amazing, I’ll be watching from the crowd okay?” Jungwon stares back at you with an unreadable expression on his face , leaning in until you feel the ghost of his breath against your lips. 

“Jungwon! Where are you bro we gotta go!” Jake calls out, breaking both of you from your reverie. 

Jungwon steps back from where he had been caging you into the wall, giving you a sheepish smile. “See you after the performance?” 

You smile back fondly, “Yeah, I’ll see you Jungwon. Good luck.” He gives you one last dimpled smile, before turning and scampering towards the direction of Jake’s voice. 

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a/n: hey :) miss me? posting this at 2 AM bc i've been depriving everyone ajsksk. I will do my best to get back on my regular schedule. lmk what y'all thought :))))) also i cant believe we're alr at ch 10

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[macybeckham7]

Dcl one where the reader is an actress and all the cast are teasing her about how In love she is x

‘Filming this season was fun, YN was in a good mood’ your costar teased playfully nudging you. ‘In a real good mood, some might say she was in loveee’ the other joined in. You rolled your eyes at them as they start to tease and put on an impersonation of you, one shaking his chest as if you were a bird ready to mate. Dom’s name was dotted about as they told everyone who wanted to hear how in love you were. ‘Some might even say she is a new person, never seen her smile so much’ they chimed before you hit them and move the conversation on from your relationship.

[f00tball-imagines]

✨ UPCOMING IMAGINES ✨

A long, long list of all requests I currently have in my inbox 🥰💗

Please keep in mind that they probably won’t be written and published in this order! 🤠

- Anonymous said: “❣Request❣ You meeting James’s family (his mom and daughter) and your suuuuper anxious but it ends up being fluffy? Love youuuu”

- Anonymous said: “Hellooo, love your stories so much! 💜💜💜 Could we get a James x Neymar x reader one where you’re with James (maybe even married) and at first he’s super jealous but they all end up having a threesome or something? 🤗🤗 Thank youuu 💫🌷”

- Anonymous said: “You should write something about you & James at your baby shower! Like Samu is your son & your pregnant with him! Make it fluffy AND angsty! Oh and you should include @alltoolewin bc you guys are my brotp 🌻💞🥰”

- Anonymous said: “Heyy, you need to write something about Betty × James! Taylor even says “James get in let’s drive” in the song!!“

- Anonymous said: “Elllllaaaaa, your basically the only who could make this prompt work: OC is James’s son’s surrogate mother but they fall in love, yadda yadda yadda 😅 Maybe turn that into a series? 🥺”

- Anonymous said: "Could you or Laura write an imagine based on Renegade by Big Red Machine & Taylor Swift? It would fit right in with the Folklore Evermore series"

- Anonymous said: “Can I request a super sad Marco Reus imagine based on Marjorie? Like, your pregnant and you guys wanna call your daughter Marjorie but you end up miscarrying. If it’s too sad / if the request makes you uncomfy just delete it. Love you 💓”

- Anonymous said: “Hello Ella, can you or Laura write The Lakes as a honey moon fic with a player of your choice? Hehe xx”

- Anonymous said: “Heyaaaa can one of you write some wholesome Mats Hummels? You can pick a song of your choice😊😊”

- Anonymous said: “ELLAAA, some James angst x Dancing with our hands tied would be greattt 🥺😍”

- Anonymous said: “Hi Ella, can you do “Call it what you want” with Kai Havertz please ❤”

- Anonymous said: “Dress with Declan Rice please if it hasn’t been taken :) x”

- Anonymous said: “hi, i was reading your folklore/evermore masterlist and i wonder if you could do cowboy like me with kylian? thank u!”

- Anonymous said: “DCL x My Tears Ricochet pleaseeee ☺😚”

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[alexajanecollins]

Hi love, please write one with dcl where the reader had a difficult pregnancy and labor and they come home for the first time, the reader experiencing some serious baby blues for a couple of weeks🥺

This ended up being very long. Hope you like it x

You always wanted to be a mother, always playing with your dolls as if they were real babies when you were still a child yourself. Your relationship with Dominic very good from the start which made you pretty soon realise he was going to be the father of your children one day. 

You would have never thought getting pregnant would be such a struggle, endless months of trying and negative pregnancy tests leaving you to wonder if you were even meant to be a mother. That one unexpected positive pregnancy test, the sing you needed. 

And if you thought getting pregnant was the hardest part, you were badly wrong. Your whole pregnancy had been the worse, not exactly what you had been thinking it would be. The morning sickness taking you forever, the lack of sleep because of discomfort all the time. It was clear to say, you hated it. 

You wondered why on earth things weren’t going as you thought they would be going. Your friends who already have kids always telling you how amazing theri pregnancy was, but you couldn’t enjoy it one bit. Dominic desperate the whole time since he had no idea on how to help you, or ease any pain you felt on a daily. 

Dominic had been counting down the days till the birth of you baby boy. He just couldn’t wait to hold your baby in his arm and hopefully taking away all the pain you had been feeling these past months. The day of birth not exactly how he had imagined it. The poor boy standing in the hallway waiting for you to deliver. 

He was confused as to why he wasn’t allowed in the room with you, the nurse walking towards him catching his attention when she smiled. “Congratulations, your baby boy is all healthy and everything is fine.” She smiled and Dominic nodded, happy with her words. “Can I see them?” He asked and she nodded leaning him the way. 

“Don’t panic when you see all the machines connected to your wife, she has lost a lot of blood but nothing to worry about.” She explained and Dominic nodded while entering the room. “She is still asleep, which is normal.” She added taking your newborn from his crib. “Can I hold him?” He asked a bit unsure and the nurse smiled handing the little one over. 

Since the birth didn’t go exactly as planned either, you had to stay in the hospital much longer than expected. The day you were finally allowed to leave home, you had packed all your stuff while Dominic took care of your little boy. 

The three of you very soon arriving at the house, Dominic the only one with a big smile as he carried the car seat with your little boy into the house. Your attention clearly on something else, such as the mail that laid down on the counter. 

You weren’t feeling as happy since you arrived home, the fact your baby boy was born more a relieve that you weren’t in pain anymore but you just couldn’t seem to be happy about it. Dominic confused as to why you weren’t paying as much attention to your son or to why the both of you had arguments about almost every little thing.

“I think someone wants mummies attention.” He said as the little boy started crying in his arms. You glanced over at them for a second before handing Dominic the little ones toy. “Just hold this in front of him, he might calm down from that.” You simply said, turning your attention back to the tv screen. 

“What’s up with you?” He asked confused. “Why aren’t you happy?” He added and you sighed, tears forming in your eyes. “Apparently I have this thing called “baby blues” and I can’t explain why but it’s normal for new mums.” You tried to explain. 

“The doctor told me this might happen, it should pass.” You shrugged and Dominic nodded. “I hope so.” He smiled. “Because I miss happy you, and I am sure you are an amazing mummy.” He added and this time you smiled moving closer to him. “For now, you can be the amazing daddy. Before I take over.” You added leaning your head on his shoulder while looking at the little boy in his arms. 

[the-orbz]

Introducing: The Currency.

DCL powerful nations have agreed on a currency for simplicity of the neutral folks. Nelchgotoy and Segmentia would not trade with each other in small amounts normally, they would just give goods if needed. Bounty hunters who frequently traveled planets and often bought from both had a hard time being paid, so they worked with the powers to help with currency.

Orbz-Representing bounty Hunters

Magi - Nelchgotoy

Lucy - Segmentia

Gilc - Neutrals

Gabe - Humans

They agreed on credits.

Credits - Credits are at a unit of 10 per 2 Cents (5 per 1) (50 per 10 cent), 500 for 1 dollar. A single credit unit is 1.5 CM Wide, 1.5 Long, .3 CM Tall. 1 by 5 is 1.5 CM x 7.5 CM, 5 by 5 is 7.5 CM x 7.5 CM Credits come in See-through-ish foggy brown and jade green. Higher Value Credits colors: See through foggy blue, Smooth Gold, Foggy Black, Legendary

Credits attach and detach and are made out of a number of cheap materials (N-Wool, S-Sand, C-Reader). Most people carry their currency in a 5 wide 5 long 25 tall stack (cube). The cube is 7.5 CM tall, 7.5 wide, 7.5 long. Higher units of credits are made out of more advanced materials, inside are soul fragments. They are often separated by nation, so a Nelchgotoy Legendary would be made with Legendary Crystal, Soul, and Old Bone. Segmental Legendary would be made with Spread Dust, Killer Soul Fragment, and world essence.

Here is what they look like. The ones without N/O/S are stamped depending on the nation.

Here is a chart to help with the most common units of the currency.

These are estimates, credits may not actually be equal to the amount listed.

Foggy Brown: 10 Credits

1 is 2 cents

1by5 is 10 cents, 50 Credits

5by5 is 50 cents, 250 Credits

10by5 is a dollar, 500 Credits

5by5by5 is $2.50, 1250 Credits

5 5 25 is 12 Dollars and 50 Cents, 6250 Credits

Jade Green: 100 Credits.

1 is 20 cents

1by5 is 1 dollar, 500 credits

5by5 is  5 Dollars, 2500 Credits

5 by 5 by 5 is 25 dollars, 12,500 credits

10by5 is 10 Dollars, 5000 Credits

5 5 25 is 125 Dollars, 62,500 Credits

Foggy Blue: 1000 Credits

1 is 2 Dollars

1by5 is 10 Dollars, 5000 credits

5by5 is 50 Dollars, 25000 Credits

10by5 is 100 Dollars, 50000 Credits

5 5 25 is 1,250 Dollars, 625,000 Credits

Smooth Gold: 10,000 Credits

1 is 20 dollars

1by5 is 100 Dollars, 50,000 credits

5by5 is 500 Dollars, 250,000 credits

10by5 is 1000 Dollars, 500,000 Credits

5 5 25 is 12,500 Dollars, 6,250,000 Credits

Foggy Black: 100,000 Credits

1 is 200 Dollars

1by5 is 1000 Dollars, 500,000 credits

5by5 is 5000 Dollars, 2,500,000 credits

10 by 5 is 10,000 Dollars, 5,000,000 Credits

5 5 25 is 125,000 Dollars, 62,500,000 Credits

Legendary: 1,000,000 Credits

1 is 2000 Dollars

1by5 is 10000 Dollars, 5,000,000 credits

5by5 is 50,000 Dollars, 25,000,000 credits

10 by 5 is 100,000 Dollars, 50,000,000 Credits

5 5 25 is 1,250,000 Dollars, 625,000,000 Credits

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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.

[emwritesfootball]

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 13 with Dominic Calvert-Lewin

going to open houses in rich areas just to see nice houses

Warnings: just fluff xx

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“How’s this for a disguise?” Dom asked, appearing in quite possibly the simplest outfit you’d ever seen him in, aside from the suits he’d worn for match days.

“Oh, my god, Dom!” You giggled, covering your mouth as you tried to contain your laughter.

“What do you think?” He twirled around, striking a pose that made you laugh harder.

“You look unrecognizable, but that hair has to go.”

“Not my hair!” He pouted, grabbing the curly locks in an exaggerated show of surprise.

You walked over, soothing him with a quick kiss. “Just put it up and put a bucket hat over it or something, otherwise the people are going to recognize you - but with that face, I’m sure they’d recognize you regardless.”

“Well, it is a handsome face,” he joked, giving you a side profile of his face.

“It is, but after our last house disaster where you spent most of the time signing autographs and taking selfies, I’d like to just pretend to be someone else for a moment.”

Dom’s face softened. “I know and I’m sorry. It’s gonna be better this time, I promise.”

***

Dom pulled up into the long drive, both of you sharing a look at the massive estate laid out before you. It had been an out-of-the-way-drive filled with foliage and a peacefulness that neither of you were able to find in the city. Your eyes went wide when it came into view. It’s perfect, was your first thought, but you and Dom had agreed that you would split the cost of a house 50-50 and this was most certainly out of your price range. Dom’s price range, no, but yours…? Yes.

It was an open house, so people were milling about when you walked in hand-in-hand. Nobody batted an eye as the two of you entered and you shared a secret smile with Dom. You signed a fake name into the guestbook, putting your very real contact number down just in case you decided to take a leap and buy the house.

“Next time, we should ask for a private tour,” Dom murmured, his hand on the small of your back as the two of you wandered from room to room.

“Next time? You want a second look at the house?”

“Maybe.”

You gave Dom a smile and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Guess we’ll just have to explore the rest of the house.”

The house was as gorgeous inside as it looked outside, you and Dom falling more in love with the house after each room. “How will we ever afford this together?” You asked wistfully, looking longingly in the master bedroom.

“What if I buy it and we figure out the details later?” Dom mused, half-serious.

“R-Really?” You bit down on your bottom lip, overthinking. “Dom, I...I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

Dom gave you a lopsided grin. “You didn’t ask - I offered. Besides,” he gestured to the house, “we both love this place - I say we get it.”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “I say we think on it, at least on the drive home.”

Dom sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I hate to say it, but you’re right. Can we come back and look next weekend and if it’s still available, we get it then?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

[emwritesfootball]

I Want You | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Word Count: 2,051

A/N: Yet another piece for @footballffbarbiex's On The Big Screen Challenge. Since I'm on the midseason finale of the episode of Grey's Anatomy that this is based off of, I figured I'd post this now. This is based off of Jackson and April, the scenes from the season 9 finale and season 10 episode 12, altered for the football world. I've had this sitting in my Docs since 1 January lmao. Enjoy xx

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The gasp of the crowd of almost 40,000 at Goodison Park was simultaneous in the 38th minute when Dom was taken down by the opposition’s defense right as he was about to score. The tackle had been brutal and uncalled for, earning the centreback a straight red card from the referee while Dom stayed on the ground.

As if sensing catastrophe the medics and physio were on the pitch almost immediately. You held your breath, one hand clutching the fabric of the Everton jersey you wore while your other squeezed Lucas Digne’s hand. Your boyfriend tried to soothe you as best he could, but you were distraught. Dom was clearly in pain and clearly injured, and you couldn’t do a damn thing but watch him get carried off on a stretcher.

“I have to go to him,” you muttered, but Lucas stopped you.

“He’ll be fine, Chérie,” Lucas said, his voice low as his thumb rubbed circles over the back of your hand. “You know we’ve got the best medical team - they’re gonna take real good care of Dom, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip to quell your unspoken fears.

Your mind was reeling as Richarlison took Dom’s place on the pitch, your stomach sick with nervousness for Dom. When you’d first started playing for the women’s team, Dominic had been your sidekick; he’d shown you around the stadium as well as the surrounding city. It hadn’t been long before you were falling for him, the two of you hooking up after an intense friendly between the men’s and women’s teams.

Over time, you’d started to fall for him, your friends-with-benefits relationship no longer enough for your heart. It had all gone wrong after a pregnancy scare - Dom telling you he was all in and saying he’d marry you and the two of you would raise the kid together. When you’d found out you weren’t pregnant and told him that he no longer had to worry about getting married, Dom had ended things then and there, both of you hurt for different reasons.

Soon after, he started “dating” (sleeping with) one of the physios. You hadn’t had any intention of getting involved with his teammate, but Lucas had come into your life as a friend while you’d been with Dom and things progressed after your break up. Now, you were engaged to Lucas, with a wedding coming up in less than six months - after an incredibly public proposal that you couldn’t say no to - but there was a part of your heart that still yearned for Dom.

The second Lucas let go of your hand, you were up out of your seat, flashing your pass as you raced through the tunnels at Goodison Park until you finally managed to locate Dom. The ambulance was silent while its lights flashed and you knew you didn’t have much time. Emergency personnel were loading him onto the ambulance and you were reacting within seconds.

“DOMINIC!” you shouted, panic racing through you. His name felt foreign on your tongue - you tried not to utter it if you could help it - but in that moment, it was all you had.

“Miss, you’re going to have to stand back,” one of the EMTs said, putting his hands on your shoulders.

The tears started to fall right then and you couldn’t stop them. “I...I need to see him. He’s my husband!” You stammered out the words in-between sobs, barely aware when the medic let you go and you rushed into the ambulance, the door slamming behind you as it lurched forward and started to race to the nearest hospital. You tried your best to stay out of the way while the medics worked, fighting back tears with every concerned look or sentence they shared with each other. Dom looked out of it and you hoped he’d been put on some painkillers, especially with the state of his arm. You hoped and prayed that his arm would be the worst of it, but you couldn’t be sure. You took his good hand in both of yours, pressing a kiss to the back of it as you whispered, “It’s okay, bubs. I’m here.”

***

People didn’t start arriving until almost two hours later, Dom’s girlfriend included. You didn’t know how many tears you’d cried in that timespan, your body physically exhausted from the day’s events. Lucas immediately found you in the waiting area, pulling you into a hug. “I was so worried about you, Chérie,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“S-Sorry,” you stuttered, feeling a new wave of tears coming on. “I just...I panicked and managed to convince them to let me ride in the ambulance with Dom and I…”

“It’s okay,” Lucas said, taking your face in his hands. “I’m glad Dom had you by his side.” Of course Lucas knew about your history with Dom but you’d always reassured him that he was the one you wanted and not Dom. Now, you weren’t so sure.

You snuck into Dom’s room right before visiting hours were set to end for the night. Lucas was waiting for you in the car park, warming up the car. A part of you felt guilty for what you were about to do, but after today you couldn’t stay silent.

Relief flooded you when you saw him sitting upright on the hospital bed, shirtless, his arm in a sling. The relief quickly faded, however, and all the other emotions you’d bottled up for the last six hours came bubbling up.

“What the hell, Dom?!” You screamed, rushing toward him. Tears were falling hard and fast as you shoved him, the nurse in the room who was checking his vitals came rushing over to stand between the two of you. “You could’ve died!” Sure, it was a little over-dramatic, but you had honestly thought you were going to lose him in the moment when he’d been down for over five minutes on the pitch.

The nurse calmed you down, not wanting to cause a scene. You didn’t either, but your emotions were so heightened it was almost like you were back in the ambulance scared out of your mind. “I’m fine, I swear,” you said, reassuring her when your breathing had slowed and you were starting to think properly.

“Okay,” she said, nodding and making her way towards the door. She turned to Dom, saying, “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

Dom gave her a grateful smile, turning his attention to you. “Don’t,” he said, his voice weary. “Whatever it is that’s buggin’ you, just keep it to yourself, alright?”

You froze, staring at him. Your mind was racing again and you were so consumed with flashbacks of him lying motionless on the pitch that you couldn't speak for a few moments. Dom stared back, lost. He vaguely remembered your presence in the back of the ambulance but up until this moment, he had been so sure that he’d just dreamed you up, the painkillers playing tricks on his mind.

You took a deep breath, needing all the air you could get in order to say what you wanted to say. “I want you...Dominic.” His name was barely a whisper on your lips, but Dom heard you as if you’d screamed it from the rooftops. You ran a hand through your hair, your voice breaking as you repeated the phrase. “I want you.” Your voice wavered on the last word and Dom wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

He said your name, disbelief colouring his tone, but you cut him off.

“I haven’t been fair to you, I know,” you began, stepping towards him until you were standing at the end of his hospital bed, “And I’ve-I’ve really hurt you-”

“You’re getting married,” Dominic said slowly, unsure if he was trying to convince you or himself of the reality the two of you were facing.

It was like you hadn’t heard him. “When I saw you lying there on the pitch after that collision and I thought you were gone, I-”

“You’re getting married.” He said it again, this time with more conviction.

You dried your tears, your resolve returning. When you spoke next, your words shocked both of you. “Unless you can give me a reason not to.”

Dom stared at you, unable to say anything. He internally weighed his options. A few months ago, getting married to you was all he could think about - now, he wasn’t so sure. The two of you had been through unbelievable hurdles in your relationship, but you were engaged to another man who also happened to be one of Dom’s teammates and Dom knew he couldn’t stand by and fuck up the team dynamic or your relationship with Lucas.

***

Ultimately, he’d said nothing that night and the two of you hadn’t spoken about it since. You continued planning your wedding to Lucas while maintaining a stilted version of a friendship with Dom, which was how Dom had ended up in the congregation at your wedding.

“Give them the strength to commit their love to one another. Unshakeable through any storm; unbreakable in the face of any stress; a promise we simply refuse to break.” The pastor spoke, but Dominic barely heard any of it, except when he said, “And you, YN and Lucas’s closest friends and family, are here today to bear witness to their union. Will you promise to love and support their marriage in all the days to come? If so, please respond ‘we will’.”

Everyone responded, a chorus of “We will,” filling the quaint chapel.

Dominic didn't know what to do. He was acutely aware of his physio girlfriend by his side, but even more so aware of the fact that if he didn’t do something right now, he would lose you to his teammate forever. In that moment, nothing else mattered but his love for you and the love that he knew that you had for him.

The pastor continued to speak, but Dom heard nothing. He leaned in to his girlfriend, unsure what to say. “I, uh-” he started, pausing.

“What?” She asked, looking at him with curiosity that quickly turned into understanding.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m happy to be here today to be able to do this for you. I-” The pastor paused mid-sentence as Dominic stood up, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

You and Lucas were holding hands, your backs still to him. Finally, both of you turned to look at the commotion, shock written all over your face as your gaze connected with Dom’s. He flushed, giving the room a nervous smile before sitting back down.

The pastor chuckled nervously and for a brief moment, Dom wondered if he’d ever had anyone stop a wedding before. “YN and Lucas, I have known the two of you for quite some time and I’m happy to be here today-” he started again, and that’s when Dom knew he had to say something.

Dom took a deep breath, his mind made up.

“I love you,” he said, his voice deep and sure as he stood up for the second time. “I always have.”

You stared back at him, your eyes wide. If you were being honest, a part of you had dreamed about a moment like this - Dominic standing up and professing his love for you - but you hadn’t been prepared for it to actually happen.

Dom continued, “I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like, I love.” You could feel Lucas fuming next to you. “And I want you with me.” Everyone was looking around in disbelief, but it was like nobody else existed but you and Dom in this moment. “I love you and I think that you love me, too.” He paused, his voice wavering. “Do you?”

You could feel Lucas’s eyes on you; your family’s, too, but there was only one person in the world you wanted right now and it wasn’t the man at the altar next to you.

“I do,” you said, your gaze fixed on Dom. “I do,” you repeated, stepping down off the altar and running towards the man who had been your whole world for longer than you cared to admit.

[toomuchchelsea]

hey can we have some dcl angst pleaee like the reader is so upset cos he hasn’t been making time for her with his new england call up an stuff and she’s still back in liberpool and they have a big argument and mason holgate is there and tres to help dom see the side of the argument (a bit like the ben and james one) please xx

ugh the angsty requests always get to me 😭 happy reading, love x

“Are you serious?!” You were beyond livid, your eyes rolling so much, they nearly rolled out of your head.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me!” Dom argued, knowing you were doing exactly that, even as you two talked over the phone, physically hours away from one another. “What am I supposed to do, babes?! Do you want me to drive back to Liverpool and spend time with you right now?! I’ve just got my England call up. I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life; I can’t believe you’re being so selfish right now.”

The other end of the line went quiet for a moment. Then, you said, “I--I know you have... I just... Nevermind. Have a good week with the guys. We’ll just talk later.” Then you hung up, no malice in your voice as his words cut deep. Dom stared at his phone for a minute, confused about how you were just letting this argument go, letting him win this. You never gave up without a fight.

“Maybe she’s just tired, mate,” Mason Holgate spoke from the next bed in the hotel room. “I mean, she works insane hours and tries to balance all her time well so she can spend it with you. It’s not very fair to her, what you said.”

Dom’s brows furrowed. “But... it’s true... she knows I’ve been waiting for this my whole life... she can’t just call me up and tell me she thinks I’m not spending enough time with her, not now.”

“Fair play but it wasn’t right to call her selfish for it. How many times has she gone out of her way to pick you up from training after work? Or helped you perfect your headers in the backyard? Or done a million things she didn’t want just because she knew it would make you happy.”

“I--”

“I’m just saying that was a bad call, Dom. You love her, don’t you?” Dom nodded his head. “Then, listen to her. Be there for her when she needs you. Cause she’s always there for you.”

And, with that, he left Dom sitting on his bed, eyes glued to his phone while his heart was miles away, missing you and wanting nothing more than to come home.

[emwritesfootball]

heyy can we have a dcl one where the reader goes out in a revealing outfit and when she gets home to dom, even though they’re just best friend he punishes her and says ‘if you were mine you wouldn’t sit down for a week’ 🤤🤤please hehe x

10 Sept 12n gmt xx

@sweetlikesugar9