hate other clubs all you want, the thrill of competitive sports exist on rivalry but when you attack players with racist or other derogatory comments that have absolutely nothing to do with their athletic abilities you’re just sad and pathetic tbh
Summary: You leave Dom without warning after his mum expresses her disapproval of you and he tries to get you to come home with him. (Massive thanks to @dee192 for requesting this, I changed it up a tiny bit but I hope you’ll still like it) 🤍 x
Warnings: painful pain angsty angst
Word Count: 2.1k
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“She doesn’t want to see you,” you could hear your friend say. “Please, let me just talk to her, fuck, let me just see her!” Dom begs.
“There’s not much I can do Dom, please you have to understand. Seeing you right now isn’t what she wants, or needs!” your friend replies. “What does she not want? Me? She doesn’t want me anymore?” he asks. “I—I don’t,” your friend sighs, not knowing what to say. “That’s right you can’t answer me, so let me fucking see her,” Dom pleads.
“I need answers! Let me fucking in!” his voice getting louder and louder, your friend unable to contain him for much longer.
You rested your head behind the door, trying to listen in on their conversation. Your emotions were all over the place, you so badly wanted to run up to him, tell him that of course you want him, but your relationship just wasn’t on the cards.
Words of “I’ve seen the likes of you before”, “you will never be enough for him” and “you are just another gold digger trying to rob him of all his money” said by his mother play through your mind over and over. And he doesn’t even know it.
Barely half an hour since that painful conversation, you swiftly packed all your things into two full suitcases and left your shared home to take shelter at your friend’s home.
You wiped the house clean of your things with except for a post-it that says,
I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.
You deserve someone better.
Please just trust me and let me go.
The paper wasn’t big enough to write an explanation, and you weren’t planning to give him one anyway.
Since then, it’s been two weeks of complete silence from your end.
Now, he’s standing in your friend’s driveway, arguing with her after getting a tip from a friend of his on your whereabouts.
***
You are desperate to see him, even for a split second. You needed to see him, just once more, to forever remind yourself of the contours of his face you used to trace with your fingertips, the full lips you sorely miss, and the comfort of his arms you so painfully want to be wrapped in. To remind yourself of your one true love, that no other man after him could ever live up to.
Giving into your impulses, you step behind the window to catch a glimpse of him. One peek was all it took for his head to shoot up to where you stood, as if his senses activated the second you were in sight.
You’ve been seen.
You felt your body freeze, before making a run for the stairs to hide yourself from him.
“(Y/N)...” he whispered. “(Y/N)—No, don’t run away from me!” Dom chases after you. Of course, he beats you to it and grabs your arm, making it impossible to reach the top of the stairs. Reminder to never even be bothered to run away from a professional athlete ever again. There’s no point.
“Don’t fucking run away from me for fuck’s sake!” he yells at you. Catching up to you within milliseconds.
“What the fuck do you want, Dom?” pulling your arm out his grasp, your hostility surprising Dom. You take a step, hovering above him. “What the fuck do I want? I want you to fucking come home! I want you to talk to me so we can work this out like fucking adults!”
“I don’t want to fucking talk to you, I made that very clear,” you tell him. “You left without an explanation, (Y/N)! You honestly think that I deserved that? That I deserved to come home to an empty house, to find the love of my life gone, and a stupid piece of paper telling me that you’ve left? Fuck off,” Dom shakes his head in anger.
“You just have to trust me, please, just leave,” you plead. “I am not fucking leaving until you give me answers.”
“Did you cheat on me?” Dom’s voice barely made it out. “Cheat on you? Of course I didn’t, how, how could you even think that?” taken aback at his question. “I don’t know, maybe you’ve been playing a game this whole time,” his voice gets louder with every syllable.
“A game? You think I’m enjoying this? Fine, the fucking truth is, I am split in two, Dom. I left half of my heart with you in that house that I no longer can function. You haven’t seen what I’ve been like over the past couple of weeks, so you don’t get to accuse me of playing a game,” you retaliate.
“You haven’t seen what I’ve been like!” upset at what you said. “You left for no reason! You barely gave me an explanation! I am so in over my head that I’ve been shit at training, shit at games, I’ve had the entire Goodison yell profanities at me when I got taken off, I’ve disappointed everyone because my mind, my heart, and my fucking soul is set on you!” Dom angrily lets out his thoughts.
“So it’s my fault? Great, another thing that I should take blame for,” you chuckle sarcastically, feeling overwhelmed. “Cheers Dom, nice talk, have a great night,” you proceed to walk up the stairs before Dom pulls you back down.
“I’m not fucking done with you,” he says sternly. “We are working this out now,” gesturing to the floor.
“Fine, not here, you’ll wake the entire neighbourhood up,” you continue your way up the stairs and into your friend’s guest bedroom, with Dom trailing behind you. Dom nearly shudders at the sight of the room, unhappy that you’ve made it into a home with everything so tidy, so in place, so cosy. He briefly wonders if you’ll ever come back.
***
The second the door was shut, you and Dom went back to arguing. And he wasted no time.
“You shut me out for weeks! You packed up your bags and left while I was at training, you don’t pick up my calls, you ignore my texts, you hide out at your friend’s place while we have our own home, you left me with nothing except for that stupid post-it!” he pants. “How the fuck do you think that made me feel? You’ve put our entire relationship in a small piece of fucking paper,” he looks away for a moment. “You couldn’t even say goodbye.”
“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye to you? Did it ever occur to you that if you ever tried to stop me I would’ve stayed and been with you even though I know it wouldn’t work?” you raise your voice.
“How would you fucking know that it wouldn’t work? You barely gave us a chance to work it out, you just left!” his arms flail in frustration. “I don’t even know what we’re meant to work out, why you even left!”
Silence fills the air before Dom shifts closer to you.
“Why did you leave me?” Dom softly asks, barely making eye contact. You let out a deep breath at his question.
“You don’t get it Dom, you just don’t,” you look onto the floor. “What is it that I don’t get? Tell me, please,” Dom begs.
You’ve been cornered and there is no escape.
“Your mother hates me, and there’s nothing I can do about it,” shaking your head. “My mother? What?” Dom pulls back and sits up straight.
“We had a conversation,” you’re finally about to speak your truth. Dom’s head shot up, confused.
“You weren’t home, she came over and sat me down,” you pause, pressing your lips together, bracing yourself for what’s about to come out of your mouth. “Your mum told me that I am a gold digger, that I’m with you for the money and the fame,” you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. “Wh—what?” Dom takes a sharp inhale in shock. “She sees her as her own daughter and I can’t live up to that,” you refer to his ex.
Dom looks up to the ceiling in disbelief. “Your mom told me she knew I couldn’t make a living for myself with the job that I have, and accused me of preying on you to be set for life,” a tear rolled down your eye to which you quickly wiped. “I—” “And she’s right, in a way,” you look up at him, cutting him off. “You bought us a house, you built us a home, you provide me with comfort, you give me security,” you pause for a moment. “You gave me everything, whilst I gave you nothing.”
Dom stays silent knowing there’s more. And he’s right. “But even if you didn’t have all of those things, even if you barely have a penny in your pocket, I’d still be in love with you. If everything we have, if everything you have would be taken away from you right this second, I’d still be in love with you,” you place a hand on his right cheek, and notice that his eyes have turned bloodshot red.
“But I also can’t handle disapproval. If your mother thinks that you’re better off without me, as much as it kills me,” you begin to cry. “I—I have to respect that,” your voice breaking. “I just want you to be happy, even if that means I’d have to let you go.
Dom pulls you into his arms, holding you, embracing you, harder than ever before.
“I don’t care what my mother thinks, I am in love with you and only you,” Dom assures you whilst trying to process what you said. “You have given me more than I could ever offer. You’ve shown me that I am a man who deserves to be loved. You’ve filled me in with so much love my heart could burst at any given time. You’ve given me more reasons to live and give my all in this world. That is more than anything I could give you.”
“You deserve someone else,” your voice breaks. “I deserve you. I have no interest in reliving my past or even have anyone from my past be a part of my life today, because you are my life,” he says, staring into your eyes hoping you believe him.
You look up to him in shock and relief at the same time, if that’s even possible.
“I love you too much,” he says, holding your face in his hands. “I would marry you right fucking now if I could, I would get eloped with you right now and run away from the world. Just the two of us,” Dom tells you. “We don’t need anyone’s blessing. I don’t care for it,” he confesses. “I just want you.”
“We can’t be together Dom, your mum—” “—I don’t care what she thinks. I am grown enough to know what’s meant for me and what isn’t. She was massively out of line and shouldn’t have made such a despicable accusation,” he says, pissed off.
“Don’t say that, she’s your mother,” you try to calm him down. “I get that, but she’s almost cost me the love of my life, and if I lost you I can’t ever forgive her for that,” he whispers. “We’ll go through this together, you have to believe me when I say that I’m not letting anyone get in the way of us,” he tries to convince you. “You should’ve known that I would do anything to protect what we have.”
“I didn’t want to put you in a position where you had to choose,” you say to him. “I understand, but that isn’t your choice to make baby,” Dom says.
“I love you, (Y/N). No one and nothing can get in the way of that, ever, you have to believe me, please,” Dom begs. “I love you,” you say it back.
Dom puts a hand behind your neck, pulling you close before planting a hard kiss on your tear-stained lips. The kiss was desperate, full of longing, desire, and rage all in one.
It was a kiss that almost went too far, but there was something else you both needed to do.
You broke off the kiss and pulled away from him.
“Come home with me? Please?” Dom asks, hoping you’d come back home and never leave again.
“Only if you help me pack,” you tease. Dom’s face brightens up, dimples on either of his cheeks, his nose scrunching in excitement.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, a peck on the lips after every ‘I love you’.
You both stood up, ready to make a mess out of your friend’s guest bedroom.
Dom places his hands on your hips tugging them closer to his, before leaning into your face. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he pleads.
Don’t feel bad about not disclosing anything about me🌚 jkjk you’re being respectful of her privacy. People hiding behind the anon button to be nasty and invasive should go outside, touch grass or dirt, disconnect from the internet and get in touch with reality again
love u forever imma make this next one shot extra angsty just for u <33333
We gotta be blessed with some Dom drama. Can you do a one-shot or a blurb where you're going out with Dom and his mum doesn't like you at all, always claiming that you're just a gold digger and mentioning that she doesn't approve your relationship and one day it's too much for you so you tell Dom you're leaving him but he doesn't let you. All angsty and drama and fluff and all of that 😂 I'm feeling sadistic.
Sorry for spamming you with likes queen!🥺 I just found out about DCL a couple days ago and now I’m obsessed. Your blog is incredible! You’re the best xxxxx
I follow a couple of the girls dom knows because I went to uni with them and they’ve both just posted stories asking for people to stop asking them if they date him, I’m not aiming this at you but for your followers, PLEASE stop messaging girls asking if they date xyz, I actually don’t know what goes through some people’s minds but I can tell they’re quite shocked by it, I get that you’ve all got the right to be interested in who he dates but causing speculation and asking to drop his actual girlfriend’s first initial or asking for her depop name or whatever is just causing distress for the people that all of you suspect he’s with, just imagine how awkward and uncomfortable it is for them when they get several DMs from strangers asking if they’re dating him, I’m sure somebody told you something similar before after someone had commented on a girl’s post regarding her supposed relationship with dom, please just put yourself in their shoes and leave people’s relationships to them because it’s quite rude to message strangers all for a little bit of ‘personal gain’ or whatever you get from knowing who he dates x
u could say the first initial of her name or smthn n let ppl guess n if they find her then well done to them
I’m sure other accounts have said her name or dropped clues, it’d be irresponsible of me to disclose her name when they’ve obviously made an effort to be private x
