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tolerate it - Dominic Calvert Lewin 🦋

Summary: despite being in love, you and dom drift apart during a career hiccup and it breaks your heart into tiny little pieces

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: angst? pain?

A/N: hi everyone! I took the looongest hiatus known to mankind and I just want to thank everyone who has still stuck by this blog! I haven't written in a while and this isn't by best work but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway! ily!

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I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

I sit and watch

I notice everything you do or don’t do

Every little thing he does leaves you in awe. The man can’t do no wrong in your eyes. You notice the way he breathes, his little gestures, his subtle movements. Others can envision an entire story just by observing the way he looks at you. As you lay in bed with his body next to yours, his chest rising with every breath taken, you discover a newfound appreciation to add to the list of things you love about him. You have never felt a feeling so intense, so visceral. Love is terrifying, isn’t it? Love often leads to infatuation, and this was no different to you. You wear your heart on your sleeves, feel every emotion, from the exhilarating highs, to the excruciating lows. To be dependent on another human for happiness is a dangerous game. You fear love. And with fear comes paranoia.

It started when your conversations became shorter and shorter by the day. Then, it’s him arriving late from training, to no longer waking you up before he leaves for early morning training. No more forehead kisses when you’re still asleep, no more post-it notes on refrigerator doors telling you he’s made you breakfast, no nothing. Bodies that were once intertwined each night now rest apart with unwanted distance in between. Distance you so wanted to close.

As the weather turned cold, so did he.

I wait by the door like I’m just a kid

Use my best colours for your portrait

Lay the table with fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it

Without fail, you would always wait for him to come home, run to the door when you hear his car pull over on your driveway and leap into his arms the second he steps in your shared home. He would hold you up as your legs wrap around his waist, and whisper “I’ve been waiting to come home to you all day,” in your ear. A memory you long to relive.

You knew he had been struggling, coping with a plateau in his career, playing less and less, becoming a resident of the substitution bench. It hurt you to see him hurt, but it also pained you that he did not turn to you for comfort. “Nothing is wrong,” he says, over and over. Lies, you thought. You know him better than anyone else. So you try and convince him that he could trust you, and that keeping it all in would only make it worse. I mean you would know, as you have been suppressing so much pain this whole time. But he wins this battle yet again, and with his ego intact, he shrugs it off, ignores his frustration, and pushes you away.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural my sky

Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life

As months passed by, you were no longer his live-in partner, but a stranger he has to coexist with, leaving you lonely each night as he drifted off to sleep inches away from you. Even then your love for him is still as potent, as strong. Your loyalty is a crime.

Your efforts to make him feel better never ceased, as you continue cooking him his favourite meals after training, helping him pack his bags the night before he leaves for international duty, doing household chores so he never had to bother with them after coming home from an exhausting day, making playlists of songs you think he’d like, and putting movies and tv series you know he would enjoy in his Netflix list.

You would do anything for some form of acknowledgement.

You would do anything to bring back those first two years back.

You would do anything for a simple touch, a hug, an embrace.

You would do anything for… something.

Everything you did, you did for him. Every thought that passes your mind, involves him.

It’s just a phase. It’s just a phase. You try to convince yourself. That’s a lie, another subconscious voice says.

---

It was the night before the Merseyside derby, which happens to be the final match of the season. The most anticipated match of the year. The perfect match. The match that determines if Everton is crowned Premier League champions. Half of the city at war with the other half. Two colours, two clubs with a historic rivalry battle it out on the pitch once again.

He was nervous, you could tell. You catch him playing with his food and struggle to finish his meal as he was sick to his stomach. After months of hate comments, online trolling, and being subject to pundits’ criticism, this was the perfect match to prove all the doubters that he is worthy of wearing his blue jersey. He spent several more minutes tossing pieces of food with his fork until he got up, placed his plate on the sink, and made his way up the stairs to sleep. No “see you upstairs”, or a last goodbye before he sleeps. You had to resist every temptation to start a fight and argue that you deserve more than silence. But you knew how important tomorrow’s occasion is, and decided against it.

Shortly after you make your way into your bedroom. He was curled on the edge of the bed, eyes closed, bedroom lights dimmed. You go to your shared bathroom, take what’s left of your makeup off, and get ready for bed. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Darkened under eyes, lips cracked down the middle. You were dehydrated, tired, exhausted, and looked almost ghastly. Turns out having a broken heart does have implications on your vanity. How much longer can I do this? You thought. You felt pathetic, feeling sorry for yourself. You exhale a deep sigh and make your way back into the bedroom, joining him in bed. As you settle on the bed, you turn your body away from him, and tug the duvet your way, curling into a fetal position and tuck yourself in, and drift off to sleep.

All of a sudden, you hear sounds of shifting sheets, the bed slightly moving with every turn he makes. You could tell he was awake. You knew the events of tomorrow are playing on his mind and making him lose sleep. With only a little hesitation, you extend an arm and rest your hand on his back, causing him to shudder a little. Your touch had stopped the shifting and brought him comfort he did not know he needed. Not long after, you could hear soft snores from his side of the bed.

---

You woke up to an empty bed, which was not unusual. You forgive him though, since it is a big day and he probably had to tune into the game day mentality early in the morning.

You watch the game from home and stare at the TV screen as the cameras zoom into Dom, his face serious, ready to fight it out on the pitch. Since the second the referee blew the first while, it had already gotten intense. Both teams began attacking from the get-go, a handful of chances created even though it’s barely been a quarter of an hour.

Minutes passed, and yellow cards have been handed out for several players. Every spectator in different time zones all glued to their screens, all on the edge of their seats until half-time. The camera catches a glimpse of him walking off the pitch. He looked angry and frustrated, you could tell. He was responsible for most of the chances created during the game, though he couldn’t seem to poach one in.

Ben had made a long pass that Dom couldn’t quite convert into a goal.

Lucas had delivered a stunning, almost perfect cross that landed on Dom’s head, but it went wide.

Richy had attempted a shot on his own, which pissed Dom off.

It’s all square at half-time, but football is a game of two halves, and to decide which side of the city will celebrate tonight is determined by the next 45 minutes at least.

Every player is now back on the pitch, ready to give it their all.

10 minutes in, it’s long balls and defending, the opposition giving no room to maneuver through the box. That is until Lucas passed another strikingly accurate cross.

“MISS AGAIN! How could he have missed a cross like that a second time?”

“Everton’s number 9 squashes an open goal opportunity, what a shame, that.”

“He’s going to hate himself for that,”

“He already does, Calvert-Lewin looks like he’s about to see red.”

You listen to the commentators as they describe Dom’s frustration. You watch with anxiety, occasionally scrolling through your phone to avoid the intensity.

---

Into the final minute of the game 90+3.  Still all square at the Goodison. It’s now or never.

“Free kick!”

“The free-kick will be done 20 yards off the goal post.”

“This could be the last chance of the game!”

“It’s been decided that Sigurdsson will take the free kick, Calvert-Lewin leaps into the air, ball’s on his head—GOAL!!!”

And just like that, in the final minute of the game, his team clinches the winner, and your man is hailed the hero of the night.

You watch the screen as the referee blows the final whistle of the game, Dom doing sprints around the pitch with his teammates, bodies jumping on each other, veins popping through every neck, roars of exhilaration filling the open air as Everton is calculated to win the league.

You watch him immerse himself in the exhilaration of crowning his team champions of the Premier League. The blue confetti rained over the stadium in the crisp yet comfortable afternoon air, cheering noises blasting through the speakers. You watch the screen zoom into the love of your life, or was. You see his perfectly chiseled face, those bright green eyes, brunette locks still perfectly put together even after a hard-fought game, his sweet smile warming your heart. Your eyes glued to the screen as your man is hailed a hero, and feel an overwhelming sense of pride.

Though not even the cheering and happy faces on TV could distract you from the churning feeling in your stomach. It’s a feeling you can’t quite pinpoint. Is it confusion? Anger? Happiness? You don’t even know.

You’re happy for him, truly. But you can’t seem to shake the fact that it took him being distant from you, and completely ignoring your existence to get his head back in the game. It’s like you and football were mutually exclusive, and he can’t focus on both things he loves most at the same time. You weren’t going to make him choose either.

---

He didn’t come home that night, and you saw it coming. You knew he was going to go out with his teammates, and rightfully so, they achieved a massive milestone after all. But it bothered you that he didn’t say anything, no texts, no voicemails, nothing to tell you of his whereabouts. You thought he would at least change after all that success, but still nothing. Everything is going to stay the same, isn’t it? You thought.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed. Again. Totally expected. You reach out for your phone and see 10 missed calls from your best friend and several text messages with picture attachments. You were not prepared for what you were about to see.

Attached were pictures of him in a club with his teammates, pictured awfully close to a woman you don’t recognise. He was smiling and looked happy. You can’t remember the last time he looked like that, or even smiled at you. You haven’t even stood as close as they way that woman is in his space, for months. He hasn’t looked at you the way he’s looking at her in those pictures for months.

You felt sick. Your mind is racing. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest. You wanted to cry and scream but nothing came out. Total silence. Pure shock. You had no tears left to cry, as you wasted it all from crying yourself to sleep just inches away from the man who broke your heart every day.

Should I have seen it coming? Has he been going out with her for months? When did it start? You try to remember every single detail over the past few months. Every single pain, every single action that you could have overlooked.

---

By the afternoon, you’ve already spent hours sitting on your bed, staring at the pictures sent to you. More links have appeared as gossip sites picked up on the story.

“Dominic Calvert-Lewin celebrates historic Merseyside win with a mystery girl who is not his missus”

“Everton Hero – Also a Cheat”

“Cursed WAGs – DCL celebrates PL win with mystery woman as his missus is MIA”

The more you read these news outlets, the number you feel. The whole of England knows your dirty laundry, you felt like a fool.

You were done.

Drawing hearts in the byline

Always taking up too much space or time

You assume I’m fine, but what would you do if I…

Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you, then lose it

Believe me I could do it

Shortly after you hear keys rattling downstairs, followed by the sound of doors shutting. You hear footsteps walking up the stairs, and you mentally prepare to see his face. You still don’t know how you’re going to react, not until you see him.

As he steps into the doorframe, he sees your bloodshot eyes and stops in his tracks.

“So, I presume you’ve seen what’s being said about me,” he moans.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve seen,” you shrug.

“It’s absolutely ridiculous isn’t it, shouldn’t believe everything you say,” he says.

“-is it though? Is it absolutely ridiculous that what they say could be true?” you cross your arms.

“Of course, it is! What are you even saying?” he says, offended.

“I’m saying that I have spent months slaving for you, putting you before myself without getting anything in return! I’m saying that I have been so miserable in this sad excuse of a relationship, holding onto the last memory of when you last said you loved me which was months ago! I’m saying that it would not be so unbelievable if you had been cheating on me, and that I had to find out from some tabloids!”  

“If you had been so miserable then why didn’t you say anything? You could have said something if you’ve been so unhappy!” Dom yells.

“Because I have been tiptoeing around you! Afraid of saying the wrong things to set you off, I did not want to be a burden during a time when I know you’re struggling,” you sigh.

Dom’s body nearly goes limp after hearing your confession.

“I put you before myself over and over again for the past year, and you have the nerve to assume I’m fine? Fine with what? Being ignored? Being second best? You don’t know what that does to a person,” you cry.

“Do you regret it?” he asks with tears in his eyes. “Do you regret me?” he looks at you.

“No, Dom. No, I don’t. I don’t regret you because I’ve spent the last few months giving it my all to a relationship on the brink of ruins. I never gave up on you, and I never gave up on our love, or what’s left of it,” you sigh. “Deep down, I think I knew that I deserved more than a pathetic excuse of a career hiccup, but I was prepared to stand by you through it all,” you break into cries. “My love was strong enough to ignore every warning sign, strong enough to mute fire alarm bells ringing in my head, alerting me to leave a relationship where I was no longer appreciated,” you rest your head on your hand. “Maybe we’re all allotted a certain amount of fight to give per love, and today… Today I ran out,” look up at him.

“Don’t fucking say that. Do not say that. I am not done fighting for this relationship, I know I fucked up! You don’t think I know that? I will fix everything, you don’t have to do anything, let me do everything I will fix us!” Dom begs.

“There’s no fixing us. It takes two people to fix a relationship, I learned that the hard way and I singlehandedly attempted to piece us back together only for you to break through what I’ve built and held together with my bare fucking hands,” you say as you wipe your tears away.

Dom drops to the floor as he could no longer stand the pain he feels from what you’ve just said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what to say,” he pleads

“If it took you this long, and if it took me standing here yelling at you for you to regret what you did then we are past the point of fixing,”

“You know what football means to me, I felt stuck, everything that I had dreamed of as a kid was slowly fading, I couldn’t bear it,” Dom reasons.

“I would never get in between you and football. I would never have even considered making you choose, Dom. I would have done absolutely anything for you, anything, you said. “I just needed you to tell me what the hell is going on so I could have helped you. I did not deserve to be swept under the rug, to be left feeling useless, while you were out doing god knows what with god knows who after training every. Single. Day.”

“Are you implying that I cheated on you?! That I, me – someone you’ve known for years, is cheating on you?”

If it’s all in my head, tell me now

Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow

“Go on then! Tell me I’m making all of this up in my head. Tell me that I am not wrong to assume such insane thoughts, tell me that it is so beyond the realm of possibility that you could ever be unfaithful.”

Dom stayed silent.

You simply nodded and picked up your belongings, ready to leave.

“Nothing happened. I swear,” he pleaded.

“Your silence was enough,

Goodbye.”

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

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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

- - -

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.

[footballerimaginess]

Silent Treatment

Credit to @dclsbaby​ for the gif! 

For halloween- dom pulling a scary prank on you which terrifies you, causing you to give him the silent treatment so he’s all clingy, following you around like a shadow to make it up to you🥺 Word Count: 346 You were coming home from work, you were late from work as you had so much to do. All you wanted to do was crash on the sofa with Dom who was still recovering from a bad injury.  You walked through the house, turning the lights on and seeing a fake snake on the floor. “OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD” You screamed your head off as you jumped off of the floor and practically in the air.  “DOMMM” you screamed as he appeared at the door. “What?” Dom just watched you. “Are you not going to do something? or just leave me here while there is a fucking snake in this house” you shouted at him as Dom couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face.  “Look at it” he pointed. “It is fake” he smirked as he bent down and picked it up. “You fucking prick” you grunted as you kicked your shoes off, pushing past him in the hallway. Totally unimpressed by his actions.  - “Y/N talk to me” Dom huffed as you sat on the sofa, You were giving him the silent treatment as you were so angry with him. He knew you hated snakes and you were so scared about it.  “Please talk to me” he asked you as you got up off the sofa to go and get some food. He was following you, he was so clingy basically just like your shadow.  “Look I am sorry, I can’t have you being angry with me all night. It was a funny prank, just you didn’t see the funny side of it. I get that. But please talk to me” Dom pouted.  “No I am in a mood with you. You need to make it up with me, you pissed me off. I have a scratchy throat because I screamed so much” you moaned. “That is okay babe, I guess we will have to deal with it” you laughed.  “Now stop being fucking annoying and just come cuddle with me” you asked Dom as you cuddled together for the rest of the evening.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​​​​​​​ @evie-pr​​​​​​​ @sanchos-dream​​​​​​​ @meteora-fc​​​​​​​ @mrsmctominay​​​​​​​ @penguintransporter​​​​​​​ @football-and-fanfics​​​​​ @footballdaydream​​​​​​ @hotyeehawman​​​​​​ @trentski26​​​​​​​ @footballxixstars​​​​​​​​ @hazardybala​​​​​​​ @yagetintoit​​​​ @chilly-me-softly​​​​​ @pickfordsmount​​​ @kingneyney​​​ @bellinghamsbitch​​​​ @mrspulisic10​​​​ (these tags carry on from the baby series, please let me know if you want to still be on the list) @domspeach​

[trentaafcsblog]

I’m new so can you recommend some football blogs for me, writing or anything thank you x

I get so awkward doing these sort of posts, I don’t know why haha, but of course I can, I hope I haven’t missed anybody but of the people that I know/follow...

Writing - @travellvogue @macybeckham7 @footballerimaginess @footballffbarbiex @emwritesfootball @dclsbaby @yvessainteng @goldenskyeng @footballxwrites @footballdaydream @alexajanecollins @alltoolewin

Photos/other football-related posts - @fitfootballers @dclsbaby @hishairmyweakness @domspeach

PS - all of them are so so lovely and I’m sure they’ll add some more blogs on if I’ve forgotten anybody, I hope this helps 🤍

[footballdaydream]

Being dcl’ ex and one night he comes round to yours because you left something at his house or somethings and then you sit on the balcony looking up at the stars and you have a deep chat and he tells you he misses you and wants to try again 🤍

You were sitting on your balcony, a glass of wine right next to you on your little table as you looked out to the city. The sun was setting and you felt content with yourself when suddenly your doorbell rang. You closed your eyes, letting out a slight sigh before you got up and walked over to your front door, not even bothering to look who it was. You quickly opened the doors, your eyes opening wide as you saw who was standing in front of you. “Hey YN.”, Dom, your ex-boyfriend said, a gentle smile on his lips as he looked at you. “Um, hi.”, you said, too confused to even form a proper sentence as you looked at him, your eyes taking a quick glance at what he was wearing and that was when you noticed what was in his hands.

“I’m here to return this. I found this in the closet and thought you might want it back.”, he said, handing you a small bag with a few of your clothes that you had forgotten at his house when the two of you broke up. “Thank you.”, you said quietly, looking inside, finally figuring out where your favourite sweater had been this whole time.

You looked up again, Dom already watching you, as your lips formed a slight smile, putting the bag down near your door. You don’t know what it was but it felt as though the two of you were waiting for something. “Yeah, that’s it.”, Dom started, breaking the silence as you nodded your head. “I better keep going now. Bye YN.”, he said, waving lightly before he turned around and headed towards the elevator. You stood there completely frozen, not knowing what to do or say however you took a step out of your apartment and called out his name, making him stop in his tracks as he turned back around again, looking at you expectantly. You didn’t know if it was the wine or if you were just stupid but you took a deep breath and looked confidently into his eyes. “Would you like to come in and have a drink?”

Now here the two of you were, sitting silently on your balcony. You asked him how he was doing and how football was going even though you still kept up with his team this whole time, beyond happy whenever they won and Dom scored a goal. He asked you how your life was going if you finally got the new job that you wanted and how your family was doing. At first, it felt awkward but after a little while, you were glad that you had invited him into your apartment seeing as though the two of you hadn’t spoken in over a month.

“Thank you for inviting me in.”, he mentioned as you took a quick sip of your wine, immediately swallowing what was inside your mouth and nodding your head, a gentle smile gracing your lips. “Of course, it’s the least I can do. I mean, you drove all the way over here only for a few of my clothes.”, you told him, earning a light chuckle from him. After that, the two of you stayed silent for a bit, both of you, looking either out into the city or up into the sky where you could clearly see all of the stars. Something about this moment felt right.

“YN?”, you suddenly heard him say, your eyes looking away from the stars and over to Dom who was already watching you. He nervously bit his lip while he fidgeted with his hands, taking a deep breath before he looked into your eyes again. “I miss you.”, he confessed, your eyes widening. “I really miss having you there when I come home. I miss talking to you and I miss having you in my arms. I know it’s only been a month since we broke up and we both agreed to it but I somehow feel as though it was wrong.”, he explained, your eyes looking back to the city again.

You knew what he meant. You had missed him too this past month. You were always there for each other and you still loved him dearly. You let out a quiet sigh, turning your head to him again. “So, what do you suggest we do? Because I’m pretty sure I miss you too.”, you told him honestly, earning a bright smile from him. “I really hope we can try this again. I want you back, YN.”, he stated, making you nod your head as you got up from your chair and walked over to him, sitting down on his lap as you put the blanket over the two of you, instantly feeling his arms wrap around you. You felt his lips pressing a gentle kiss on your head as a small smile appeared on your lips. “I’m glad you brought my clothes back but I think you can take them back to your house again.”, you said, making the two of you laugh while you lifted your head and looked into his eyes. Dom immediately leaned in and pressed his lips softly against yours, something he had missed for such a short yet long time.

Tags: @footballerimaginess @champagne-coys @footballxwrites @donkeykai @martret @ana-maa @domspeach @dclsbaby

[fentybucky]

Hey why did you specifically ask avenirdelight to make it into GIFs? Loads of people make GIFs on here.

Of course there are so many others gifmakers!! And with that post I didn’t mean to offend no one really! 👀

I tagged her only because lately I’ve been interacting with her more, and that’s it. After that I’d like to share my personal favorite gifmakers regarding football and more! Enjoy 💕

@avenirdelight

@englishfairylights

@goalkepa

@youmustlovehim

@babysdrivers

@liam-lawson / @masnmount

@cockerello

@grealishs

@dclsbaby

@hishairmyweakness

@gxlmours

@allgrealish

@pulisic10

[threelionsnt]

tagged by the beautiful @viboradivina @thelatenightvibes @yonceutd (thank you all 💓💓)

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better/ catch up with

Last song: gonna get this - Hannah Montana ft Iyaz

Last movie: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt.2

Currently Watching: rewatching merlin and watching Medici for the first time

Currently reading: the selection (for liked the 50th time)

Currently Craving: popcorn

I tag: @barkleysbabe @lfcsophia @skb7 @resiilenciia @emilielfc @inlovewithamess @peterpanupinthesky @sweetsilversongofthelark @dclsbaby

[fentybucky]

clara!! i love you so much 😻💞

i’m gonna tag and spread my love to::

@avenirdelight @englishfairylights @dclsbaby @hishairmyweakness @cockerello @samuelumtitis @gruxii @southernmonkeys @staerblossom 💞

penguintransporter:

fhoetball:

formulinosgirl:

nyehhh-h:

waru-chan8:

jyanadavega:

aeligsido:

fanfictiongreenirises:

irnhero:

warmachinesocks:

agathaharknness:

steverrogers:

prewarstucky:

cat-ws:

siancore:

gabbiehoran7:

mystickiddd:

serpentargo:

iamninaanna:

daughterofthedead2:

Let’s play a game

Tag that one (maybe few?) person (ppl?) on tumblr that makes you smile every time they’re in your notifications?

I’ll go first

@bi-who-lived @bravegryffindorlion @no-cheese @simpingforreynarameriz

Love yaaaa

i love all of my moots i promise

Omg, right back at you @slutforsalvatore and @thefandomchoosesthewizard 💕

@cunningambitousdetermined @maybanksslut @scintillatea @sexysirius @serpentargo @kimoralov3 @pad-foots @eudemon-ia

omg sending back to you @iamninaanna !! lysm <3

@magnificentcookie @kimoralov3 @theurbanspaceboi @wenellyb @high-functioning-lokipath @kaz11283 @adjakskldsk @mimisempai @captainlakay @mshunnybunch @mystickiddd @tinaysabella y'all make me happy everytime i see a notification from you🥺

YOU ARE AMAZING ILY @serpentargo !!

@wenellyb @gabbiehoran7 @vidavalor @shrimpboat @aliteralmine @pink-sage @sobeautifullover @loveforever86

i love seeing you all in my notifications, you all make being on here better & better ♡︎♡︎♡︎

@mystickiddd YOU PRECIOUS BEAN OMG 🥺🥰🥰 thank you honey!!!!!!

@waj13 @viperbarnes @siancore @his-most-beautiful-nightmare @zozobear08 @chaoticbi-cheesecake

When I see y'all in my notifications I really start screaming!!! 😂🤣 I think I’ve interacted with a couple of you guys before but y'all are amazing and I cherish you!!! 👉🏾👈🏾

Awww thank you @gabbiehoran7 this is so sweet. Gosh, I have too many. I love so many people here. 

@morenachans @msjrichonne @avintagekiss24 @tfry1440 @titaperez @rubducked @ladymazzy @velocering @cat-ws @celestlian @glittercake @samthomaswilson @samwilsons-pillowpecs @intergalacticwarriorred @honestlyfrance @psychenby @alwayswasalwayswillbeourland and my sis @shipper-trash89 plus so many more! 

🥺�� Oh. Thank you so much. :))) You’re a sweetheart, @siancore! 💛💛💛💛

@prewarstucky @thorodinsun @moon-lite @capitainrogers @musette22 @shakespeareanqueer @marvelousescapism @borkybarnes @bisexualbxcky @noahparaduck @whotheheckitheheck

I know I haven’t talked to most of you (I’m a bit shy and my english is terrible) but I just wanted to say that I think you are wonderful and it makes me so happy every time I see you in my notifications. 💕💕💕

Melissa, @cat-ws you’re the sweetest and ILYSM 😘💖💖💖

@steverrogers @marvelousescapism @reretrouvailles @miglika @not-withoutyou @musette22 @bisexualbxcky @moonykat @herequeer-fullofexistentialfear @womb-to-tomb-sweetheart @bucxkybarnes @princesscas @c0ffeebee

You’re all very special to me 🥺💞💞

thank you sm @prewarstucky and @womb-to-tomb-sweetheart for tagging me ❤️ you guys are definitely included on my list!!

@ayybtch @babyyhoneyydarling @princesscas @imposterogers @natasha-romanova-anon @bisoubarnes @rogersaurora @captainmmarvel @buckyshappyending @twslovebot @agathaharknness @leashlessconfusion @fuckoldmansteve @sergeantbuckybarnes @bisexualbxcky and many others!!!

TYSM @steverrogers <3 right back at u, dear.

@stephanieromanoff @la-isla-de-circe @warmachinesocks @metalbvcky @its-tortle @barnesplums @sambucky-show y'all make me happy when i see you on my notifications.

BACK AT YOUUUUU @agathaharknness

@riotfalling @ad1thi @favreaus @rhodeslabs @softtbucky @bisexualbxcky @irnhero @hello-shellhead @omg-just-peachy @spacepuddle-s

🥺 back at you @warmachinesocks

@capfalcon, @fanfictiongreenirises, @iam93percentstardust. @dnptheinfinity, @buttergin you guys bring me joy

right back at you @irnhero 💜💜🥺🥺

this is in no way a complete list but off the top of my head:@sassydefendorflower @aeligsido @ckbookish @foriland @huilian @dirigibleplumbing @highwarlockofinnsbruck <3<3<3

AAAAAH THIS IS SO SWEET I’M 🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭

Okay so, at the top of my head- @fanfictiongreenirises @blas-ph-emy @dottie-wan-kenobi @tiredlayla @jyanadavega @ladyreadalot @boyblunder-thedarkheir @huilian @preciousthingsareprecious @krazysupergirl @artisticabandon @awkwardalphajay @kgraces @candlebreak @foriland @sassydefendorflower ❤️❤️❤️

Oh 😍 Thanks so much 💖 and back at you @aeligsido

Also @waru-chan8 @artigas-am73 @eneabastianini23 @baellerin @marcsmarquez @hamiltonly @canet-tsitsipas @remygardner @joanftmir @glitterbombingandcondoming

@vinterqn

Hey thank you @jyanadavega

If I forget someone, I’m sorry: @artigas-am73 @eneabastianini23 @baellerin @canet-tsitsipas @lxndonorris @nyehhh-h @russquez @fabioquartararhoe

Thank youu 🥺🥺 @waru-chan8 right back at you 💞

Also @russquez @canet-tsitsipas @sports��addicted @meova101 @fabioquartararhoe @nicessient @blesshimvettel @weltmeister005 @leqclerc @formulinosgirl @sebastianpetal (there’s so many actually.. My brain can’t keep up 🥺)

🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much @nyehhh-h, love you very much (and right back at you 🥺❤)

@fhoetball @bezwhore @fabioquartararhoe @imlivingliferightnow @cancelrealbras @racingmuppett @anniee @eneabastianini23 @rainbow-vals (i’m pretty sure i forgot someone but i love y'all so much ❤)

Thank you @waru-chan8 and @formulinosgirl, reverse uno card!!! 🥺💕

@alex-marquez @backwardscap @circusleague @calletis-overknees @diegoalvesisgod @footballandshit @furiousflamewolf @fabioquartararhoe @gigibuffon @marcsmarquez @marc-marquez93 @neuersballs @penguintransporter @samuelumtitis @theizzyryder 💕💕💕

Thank you! I don’t have to say that I enjoy when you @fhoetball, my favourite Italian noodle of all, are in my notifications or dash or life or whatever. 

Others are @marcdurm, @neckarinselstrand, @emilielfc, @cloudsofcorduroy, @whoretzka and basically everyone else in this little universe. Too many too tag 😅 I love you all!

This is so lovely thank you @penguintransporter 🥺 right back at you

I’m tagging @footballffbarbiex @goldenskyeng @agoldensky @thorgans-ass @avsensio @thelatenightvibes @lawsandother @donkeykai @havertzz @clberrie @marcdurm

There’s probs loads I’m forgetting, love you all! ❤️

[dclsbaby]

traitor - Dominic Calvert-Lewin 🦋

Summary: you reflect on your relationship, realised you've been wronged and should've trusted your gut

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 2.1k

masterlist

Brown guilty eyes and,

Little white lies,

I played dumb, but I always knew

That you talked to her, maybe did even worse

I kept quiet so I could keep you

It’s his green-hazel eyes that dissipate every logic, every sense of reason you had. It’s the way he would roll over to your side of the bed each morning to savour another 5 minutes before he has to leave, that made you feel yearned for and wanted. It’s the lingering kisses on your neck, on each shoulder and collarbone, that convinced you you’re the only one. It’s the grand dreams shared with you about your future together, filled with kids and their tiny jerseys, that made you believe his little white lies.

You had ignored the tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach that felt nothing like the butterflies you experienced on your first date with Dom. The feeling told you to succumb to your suspicions and unlock his phone, scroll through his messages and social media interactions. No, the feeling demanded you to swipe his phone, lock yourself in the bathroom, overstep boundaries, and find evidence of another woman. But that wasn’t who you are. You respected boundaries, and decided against it. You loved him enough to give him the benefit of the doubt.

The paranoia began to grow when you noticed the little things, such as the way he would put his phone screen-side down on the counter, or the way he brought it everywhere like it’s a part of him, even in the bathroom, or that he wouldn’t leave its sight when it's being charged. Then, these signs started getting stronger and more frequent. He’d get phone calls when you’re having dinner and every time you ask who it is, you’re always met with, “No one important enough to take me away from you,” and a kiss to suppress your suspicions.

Does he have anything to hide? You often ask yourself. Do I really want to know? Another voice asks.

You knew, deep down, that your gut was right. You knew what was happening behind your back.

It’s always the girl they tell you not to worry about.

You were first introduced to her one evening at a club event. Dom referred to her as the ‘girl with the magic hands’, to which you cringed at the innuendo. That was the first warning sign you ignored. Although shortly after exchanging names, you learned that she works at the training ground as a masseuse. Magic hands, makes sense, you thought. It did not make you feel better though.

You could see her appeal. You could imagine Dom and his teammates steal a glance, their eyes lingering much longer than they should. You could hear the locker room talk, words of adoration spilling from their mouths. Her charm is magnetising. She’s bubbly, she’s awfully kind. But did she really have to look like she could be on the cover of Playboy circa 2004 too? Though her beauty’s not your lack, it did not help with your brewing paranoia.

You can’t help but think she’s the reason he’s been staying back late at the training ground, why he comes home wearing a different shirt to the one he left with in the morning, and why he doesn’t talk about his day much anymore, as it probably mostly consisted of being lathered up in oil and getting sensual massages by a hot masseuse. The thought always made you sick to your stomach.

The overthinking had convinced you he had been seeing another woman right in front of you this whole time. But pretending that everything’s alright was so much easier than the inevitable confrontation, the accusation, the fight, the ending. So you kept quiet so you could keep him, and live in the false fairytale you try so hard to become reality.

Until you couldn't anymore.

—

And ain't it funny how you ran to her

The second that we called it quits?

And ain't it funny how you said you were friends?

Now it sure as hell don't look like it

You and Dom stayed friends after your relationship ran its course, for the first couple of weeks, at least. The days leading up to the break up were plagued with arguments over the little things like missing dinner plans and not keeping the room tidy, which led to bigger fights where you accused him of not being in love with you. Of course, he vehemently denied this, but you thought he didn’t fight for you enough. He didn’t push back, he didn’t give you a reason to stay, and that was enough for you to know that your relationship never stood a chance. You could handle disagreements and a few fights, but when you’ve been led to question your own worth—it’s done.

In the end, it was a mutual break up. It made sense, he needed to focus on his football and the constant fights weren’t helping his concentration. It was hard for him to leave each morning knowing you both went to bed angry, and although he would spend the drive home practicing his apologies, he would come home to find you fast asleep in bed before he could even make amends. As for you, well, you had to look for love elsewhere.

All seemed well until he turned more and more sour by the day. Sure, you didn’t expect to be glued to his hip at all times, or be the best of friends—you two broke up for a reason. But what you did not expect were the bitter remarks, the one-word replies, the sarcastic comments that portrayed the antithesis of who he was when he was with you.

Now you bring her around just to shut me down

Show her off like she's a new trophy

And I know if you were true

There's no damn way that you

Could fall in love with somebody that quickly

It all made sense when you began receiving texts from your friends attached with a photo of him with a young fan. You thought it was odd, why were you sent pictures of your ex with a fan, of all things? But there she was, in the background of the photo. Of course. Of course it was her.

More pictures started coming through of both of them in his black Range Rover driving around town, having coffee at your favourite coffee shop. You curse at him, now you have to find a new place to get your coffee. The pictures that stung the most were of the pair of them driving to the training centre together. Imagine the sight of a new couple in town pulling onto the Finch Farm carpark. You knew it wasn’t just a friendly carpool. She’s been staying on my side of the bed, you thought. Meanwhile, you’re still seeking the warmth from his side of the bed.

It dawned on you how much of a fool you’ve been. You feel angry for not trusting your gut, for letting yourself get played, for letting yourself take the beatings from people who had accused you for being with him for his money when it was you who was taken advantage of. If the love he had for you was true, it wouldn’t have taken him that quickly to find someone new.

—

You sat on your sofa for hours. Waiting to feel something other than numbness, the tingling sensation on the tip of your fingers from the shock is no longer there. The numbness eventually turned to chills, so you reach for a blanket in the woven basket next to the sofa. You wrap yourself into a cocoon, though all you wanted was to be a butterfly, spread your wings, and fly away. Pathetic. Even my metaphors remind me of him.

Feeling sorry for yourself, you sluggishly stood up and dragged your body to the kitchen and pulled out three different bottles of alcohol from the cupboard—ignoring what a senior had told you in uni to never mix alcohol unless you want to get absolutely wasted. You grab the glass from the top shelf, a cocktail shaker that came with the set your friend had got you for a secret santa gift, and make yourself a drink. One drink turned to two, to three. Then, you started watching recipe videos on YouTube on how to make a pornstar martini, which led to another two. 5 drinks in total. Lucky number 5.

After making a mess on the kitchen island, feeling delirious, you stumble across your flat, bumping a table on your way back to the living room, leaving a bruise on your hip that will hurt in the morning. The alcohol running through your veins giving you the urge to belt out a ballad and pour your heart out, so you somehow managed to open your music and play a song.

Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?

Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

You belted every word, not caring if your neighbours could hear you drunkenly sing the words to a depressing ballad about not being enough for a boy.

Realising with what’s left of your consciousness that your balance is becoming unsteady, you stagger your way to your bedroom, extending your arms, careful to not run yourself into any walls.

Upon reaching your bedroom, you undress yourself into just a bra and underwear and dive face first into your made up bed, curl up under the warm covers, and blankly stare at the ceiling. The lights appear as though it’s duplicating with every blink—you could’ve sworn there were only two.

With each passing second, you begin having flashbacks of him. Images of the bedroom you once shared which looks nothing like the room you’re in now tattooed in your brain. Whispers of “I love you,” and “you’re the love of my life,” haunt you as you try to shut your ears with your hands, desperate to rid of his voice. You feel angrier and angrier by the minute, waves of sadness taking over your body. You wanted him to know how you felt. You wanted him to know how badly he’s hurt you, something your sober self would never admit.

So you do what your gut tells you, no sense of reason in the way to stop you from unlocking your phone, scrolling until you’ve reached ‘D’ on your contact list, and clicking the name you’re looking for.

*ring*

*ring*

Pick up.

*ring*

You asshole, pick up.

*ring*

*ring*

Fuck this, I—

“Hello,” a hoarse voice answers. You inhale a sharp breath.

His voice. The exact voice you hear every morning at 6:45am as he kisses you goodbye.

“You, you betrayed me,” you slurred as you made your way to your bedroom. He takes the phone off his ear to look at the Caller ID again, squinting at the bright light. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Dom jolted at your voice, the concern in his voice ever so clear, afraid that you might not be okay.

“And I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt,” your speech slows down with every syllable, ignoring his question. The sound of his breath tickles your ear, making you squirm a little. On the other line, there he was, awake from his sleep, listening silently to your drunken voice, his heart breaking all over again. “(Y/N), have you been drinking?” he asks, though he knows the answer.

“You talked to her when we were together,” finally throwing the accusation you never would’ve said to his face. He finally put together why you were not yourself towards the end of the relationship, you were convinced he was cheating on you. “I never—it has always been you, only you,” you ignore him. “I promise”, he whispers softly, trying to convince you with what’s left of his heart. He wants you to believe him so badly, but he doesn't know what else to say. Pain revisits him each time he tries to convince you that you’re the only one he’s ever been in love with.

“Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter,” you laugh humourlessly, remembering all the times you wanted to be assured, to be convinced that you were the only one, but his actions suggest otherwise and your paranoia ate you alive. He didn't fight for you even when it was the last straw.

“You gave me your word,” alluding to each time he would tell you that no one else compares to you, each time he made promises about your future together. “It took you two weeks to go off and date her”, you accuse him. “I’m not with anyone,” he says under his breath, knowing you’re too drunk to remember what he says.

“(Y/N)?” Dom asks when he couldn’t hear anything from your end. “Please, can we talk, I—“ “God, I wish that you had thought this through,” you cut him off, your eyes getting heavier by the second, “before I went and fell in love with you”.

There it was. The sentence that ripped him to shreds. The idea that you might have regretted him, regretted being in love with him broke him to bits. He hadn’t realised the damage he’d done during your relationship, and what he did after your break up was unnecessary. He knew what it would look like, to be seen out with her. But he did it anyway to hurt you.

After consuming way too much alcohol, your body feels it’s full effect as your phone slips from your hand and you cave into your tired body.

He hears a loud thump on the other line.

“(Y/N)? Are you there? I—I still love you, can you hear me?”

Line’s dead.

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

[724fc]

You’ve had this face all along and only decided to bless us with a reveal NOW??? It’s the audacity for me 😉😍

nah im screaming fr

[emwritesfootball]

Time to get your hearts broken, ladies: @sweetlikesugar9 @domspeach @dclsbaby

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.

[emwritesfootball]

For the ask game Baby Bee and your man Caglar 🤗 - Left Nut Anon

Sorry it’s not my ask game 😅 was just reblogging for people to go ask @dclsbaby

[footballerimaginess]

Christmas Market

credit to @dclsbaby​ for the gif! 

31 DAYS OF HAYMAS.  Dominic Calvert Lewin Christmas Market Requested by @hollandsmount Word Count: 369 “I am taking you somewhere tonight, be ready for 7pm please baby” he text you while you was at work. The text made you smile as the work day was going so slowly. You wonder what Dom had planned for date night.  You turned off of your computer and said goodbye to your work colleagues, signed out of the office and headed down to the car park.  Jumping into your car and driving off home. Not sure where Dom was taking you, or what he was planning on doing. You decided to quickly grab a bite of food before he whisked you off away.  7pm arrived and you were all wrapped up in your jumper and scarf. Still not sure where you were going. You heard the car horn beep outside, as you grabbed your bag and rushed outside to his car.  “Hello baby” you kissed him on the lips as you jumped in the car. “Hello, you smell lovely. What is that scent you have?” he asked you. “It is the Ariana Grande, Cloud. It is so beautiful isn’t it. I completely forgot I picked this one up” you laughed. “So forget about that, where ya taking me?” you asked him as you looked at him confused as you didn’t really recognise where he was driving too.  “I am not telling you baby” you huffed as you moaned. He drove into the car park as you headed to whether he was taking you.  “See where we are?” you looked. “Aww the markets. I said I wanted to come here didn’t I. When we passed them” you smiled as you took his hand into yours. “Come on. Shall we have a look at getting some presents?” he asked. “Yes please” you smiled.  You looked around the markets and saw so many beautiful things. “Shall we grab a hot chocolate while we are walking around?” you nodded.  “This is so cosy don’t you think” you smiled as you linked arms with him as you sipped on your hot chocolate as you walked around the little market huts.  The rest of the evening was perfect, just how you wanted it to be. You grabbed a few presents for your family members.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @football-rambles @footballxixstars @hollandsmount @mountchilly​ @mrsmctominay​ @penguintransporter​ @football-and-fanfics​ @footballdaydream​ @bellinghamsbitch​  Dom tag - @gatekeptlee​

[diersbaby]

hi everyone! @/diersbaby is now @dclsbaby. I still have all my eric content on there, and will post him once in a while but for now I will be mainly posting dominic calvert-lewin content. thank you to those you’ve followed me for eric! 🤍

Xoxo,

diersbaby

[footballdaydream]

in the early stages of ur relationship with dcl and spending the night with him for the first time and you’re nervous

You and Dom hadn’t been a couple for a long time hence you were quite nervous when he suggested that you could spend the night at his. You had just spent a date night together which consisted of him cooking for you and a movie night. It got quite late and when you said, you needed to go home, he told you to spend the night at his house. “Are you sure? It’s no problem for me to just drive home.”, you said, biting your lower lip nervously as your boyfriend chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “No, you’re not going anywhere. It’s way too late and it’s raining outside. You won’t see a thing. Come on babe. I will lend you some clothes and I also have a spare toothbrush somewhere.”, he stated, taking your hand in his as he pulled you up from the sofa.

Once you were inside his bedroom, he went to his closet, finding a pair of sweatpants as well as a shirt for you which were obviously too big for you but you didn’t mind. “I put the toothbrush on the sink in the bathroom.”, he told you, kissing your head softly as you thanked him before you made your way to the bathroom where you got ready for the night. As soon as you were done, you walked inside his bedroom again. Dom was already in bed, the cover draped over his body as he had his phone in his hand, scrolling through whatever he was looking at. Once he noticed you, he put the phone away and a bright smile placed itself on his lips. “Will you get in bed or will you stand there the whole night?”, he asked you chuckling. You couldn’t help but laugh as you slowly made your way over to the unoccupied side of the bed, slipping under the covers as you soon felt his arms wrap around your body, pulling you close against him. Your cheeks heated up lightly as you put your head on his chest, his fingers started playing with your hair. You didn’t really know what to do. Obviously, it wasn’t your first time cuddling with him but it was the first time in his bed and it made you a bit nervous however when you felt Dom press a gentle kiss on your head, you slightly calmed down, taking his free hand so you could start playing with his fingers.

“Did you have a good night?”, he asked you absentmindedly. “Of course. The food was delicious. Thank you for cooking for me.”, you told him honestly, lifting your head up so you could look into his eyes, bright smiles on both of your lips. Your boyfriend leaned in as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, your hand finding his cheek as you pressed yourself a little closer to him. After you pulled away for a bit, you couldn’t help but press another quick kiss on his lips before you put your head back on his chest. You let out a quiet yawn, closing your eyes lightly as you felt Dom caress your back. “Tired?”, he asked you as all you could do was nod your head.

You didn’t even know when you fell asleep, all you felt was Dom’s hand caressing your back and his lips pressing a gentle kiss on your head from time to time. It took Dom a while to fall asleep as he couldn’t help but admire you. You had turned on your side a bit, your head now on a pillow as he looked at your face, a faint smile gracing your lips. He put a strand of your hair behind your ear before he caressed your cheek softly. “Goodnight love.”, he whispered, closing his eyes as well.

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