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Playing football at st. Georges park with the three lions and they’re letting you win and you’re so bloody annoyed and del is like babying you and it just so cute xxxxxx
And your frustratedly hitting the grass as dele strolls over and sticks his hand out: ‘come on, love’ and you’re refusing his hand, standing up yourself and crossing your arms over your chest. ‘Del, stop letting me win’ and he’s stuttering out a ‘no idea what you’re talking about’ and Eric is yelling over at the two of you to hurry up, dele grabbing your hand and tugging you back. ‘Eric, tell Del to stop letting me win’ and Eric’s laughing at Dele’s indignation; ‘she’s not stupid dele, she knows she couldn’t win unless we let her’. Game on Dier
Being friends with Dele growing up and your families always talk about you getting together and you both always tell them it will never happen but secretly you both have feelings and are too afraid that if you say something you will lose your best friend
And you both laugh whenever someone mentions it, brushing it off as complete nonsense: you’re both just friends. But he doesn’t notice how you wince whenever he says ‘shes just me best friend’, and you don’t notice how his face momentarily falls whenever you laugh at the ‘so how long have you been dating?’ comments. And he doesn’t notice when you down a drink and leave as quick as you can whenever you spot him in the corner of a club with a girl and you don’t notice how his knuckles whiten whenever a man buys you a drink. And he doesn’t notice how sick you look when his hands are roaming a girls body in the middle of the dance floor and you don’t notice how he takes a minute to steady his breathing whenever you laugh at another man’s jokes whilst touching his arm. Neither of you notice - but why would you? You’re just friends.
do a dele one, any story x
Because it’s his birthday
You’re waking him up to kisses on his face, giggling at his lazy groan as he pushes you off him, smiling as he does so. ‘You have to get up for training, del’ you whispered against his warm skin and his response was even more groans and a muttering of ‘but it’s my birthday’ and you’re pulling him up and pushing him out of bed ‘come on I can sleep in for a bit longer’ and he’s stropily walking off to the shower as you admire his back muscles in the dim morning light. And soon he’s leaving, a kiss to your forehead and the demand of his birthday sex when he gets back and you’re up as soon as he leaves: birthday gift preparations time
Dele Alli feeling like shit because of comments about his recent interview. He saw comments like ''he has personality of wet socks'', ''he is like dead man'' and etc. And he is sad because people think that he is emotionless and bad person. That really hurted him and his girl is comforting saying ''Screw them, I and your closest people know the real you and you're nice person.'' They cuddle and he falls asleep on her chest while she strokes his hair.
And you’re whispering words of affirmation, telling him how those people don’t matter - they don’t even know him - and you’re telling him to come over to you on the sofa, hugging him, resting his head on your chest, stroking his hair as you whisper how much you and all his friends love him - and you really do. And he’s falling asleep with a soft smile on his face, arm around your waist and you’re still mumbling about how much you love him because despite the fact he can’t hear you you still adore saying it, even if just to empty air.
Could you write jealous Dele
dele usually loved that you got on with his friends and teammates, but when he hadn’t seen you in weeks and you were sat with Eric laughing every five seconds and giving him all of your attention he wasn’t a big fan of it. When you both left the Tottenham team dinner he was silent on the drive back but you thought nothing of it - you were tired after all. And it’s when you got back, in bed, rolled over and trying to sleep that he mentioned it. ‘Why don’t you just go to fucking Eric’s’ he spoke in a hoarse voice and it seemed so out of the blue to you because why on earth would you do that? A frowning dele awaited you as you turned over, eyes full of sadness and you raised a questioning eyebrow at him, ‘where’s that came from del?’ ‘Well you spent all your time with him tonight. I hadn’t seen you in two weeks and you don’t even look at me’. And you found it funny because he was the one who took you to the dinner, what were you supposed to do, ignore them all? ‘If you didn’t want me to speak to any of them you shouldn’t have taken me’ and he knows you’re right but he doesn’t want to admit it so he just snuggles into your neck, making unintelligible noises and you laugh, basking in the warmth of his body. ‘No need to be jealous, del. Eric’s got nothing on you.’