#Dele alli one shots

[karaxreds]

Best Friends ( Part Four) - Dele Alli

You woke up to the sunlight peeking through the curtains, you slowly opened your eyes and slightly started rubbing them in attempt to wipe the sleep away.

Even with the sun coming through, it was still a bit dark into the room. The room wasn't but the paint on the walls were, and that's when you realise that this wasn't your bedroom but another one you've already been in.

Dele's.

You roughly pull away the covers and you sigh in relief when you saw that you were wearing a pair of shirts and an oversized tee. Not yours either but his, and you confirmed indeed that nothing happened last night.

You groaned as you felt your head pound, you should've never drunk that much.

You don't remember much from the night before, just that Dele told you that he broke up with Ruby and it only made you feel angrier, you remember as you started to yell at him in front of everyone and him dragging you into his car, then his house where you probably drunk a whole bottle of Vodka in anger (which you regret right now) and he unfortunately couldn't stop you.

You stepped out of the large bed and noticed the two pills on the night stand right next to a glass of water.You didn't hesitate to grab them and shove them both into your mouth.

The house was a bit too quiet, as you walked down and made your way into the kitchen you noticed a small note on the counter.

"We need to have a proper talk don't leave the house until I am back, not that you can anyway."

Your jaw dropped and shook your head in disbelief because you realised that he has locked you in and you were stuck in his house, untill he comes back from training.

You sighed throwing away the small note, you grabbed your phone that somehow was on the coffee table in the living room , checking the time your eyes widen as you notice that you didn't realise you have slept untill noon.

You screamed out in frustration, you hated when he sid things like that. Dele's a stubborn guy and that's the only thing you hate about him and he knows it so he usually uses his stubbornness to get on your nerves purposely, you sighes once more throwing yourself on the sofa, scrolling down on your social media's as you waited for him to come back.

It took him almost an hour to comw back, he also knows you hate waiting. So you only had one wish now, to kill him.

You glared at him, sending invisible daggers as he walked into the living room with a frown on his face.

"Wow, you're still here." He spoke, somehow impressed.

"Are you serious?" You asked in disbelief, "You literally locked me in, for the past couple of hours."

"I know, but knowing you I thought you would've found a way and probably jumped out of the window or something." He shrugged, speaking about it as if it was nothing really.

"Just let me go home, please." You sighed, grabbing your phone and jacket.

"Not untill we finally both talk, like grown ups." He said, snatching the jacket out of your hands and throwing it back on the couch.

"You had days and weeks to talk to me but you just chose to ignore me." You pointed out, "You were the one who started this mess."

"I panicked, Okay?" He cried, "You're my best friend and I didn't know if waht we did was right, I mean I know you've never thought of me that way."

"Because you did?" You asked quietly, "Have you ever thought of me as something else other than your best friend?" You added another question.

"Maybe." He shrugged, "But if I knew that spending that night with would've meant losing you than..." He stopped, not really being abale to finish that sentence.

"Do you regret it?" You asked, you eyes meeting his dark ones.

"A part of me does, because I knew that what I did was a dick move." He admitted, reffering to him not calling and distancing himself from you. "But the other part is glad it's happed, more than glad."

"Then why did you ignore me like I was nothing? Also as if it wasn't already bad, you got back with Ruby." You told him harshly.

"She got into me and convinced me that we were made to be together." He tried to defend himself, "But I soon found out that she's always been jealous of you."

"Jealous of me?" You scoffed, "Why would a gorgeous girl like her be jealous of someone like...me?"

"Don't you ever underestimate yourself, baby. You're even more gorgeous if not the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on."

Your heart starting beating faster at his words, it was no secret that he was a charmer but you were definetly not going to lwt him get to you like that.

"And you're probably the biggest arsehole I've ever known." You told him, trying to look as if his words didn't affect you. "You're probably up there next to Matt, if not on top."

"Don't you dare compare me to him." He yelled, taking a step closer toward you.

"You got into my mind, somehow seduced me and got into my pants and then ignored me for weeks." You yelled a bit louder than him. "What am I supposed to think? There's no decent excuse for what you did, Dele. You screwed me up."

"Babe, I've never wanted to hurt you." He shook his head, his hands making their way up to cup your face but you took a step back stopping him.

"You did, and I just want to know why?" Your voice cracked slightly at the end.

"Because it scared me." He whispered. "The next morning when I woke up and remembered every single detail about that night...that amazing night, I was scared."

"Of what?" You cried, you were fed up with this story.

"Of my feelings for you!" He finally blurted out. "I've been trying to hide these feelings for weeks, months and then that night, I couldn't."

"Y-You have feelings for me?since when" You stuttered.

"Babygirl, I think I always had. It just took me years to realise it." He shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal. "For you it might have been just a simple night, and it scared me because what happened that night...changed everything."

"You didn't even let us talk the next day, have a conversation and decide what to do with our friendship or whatever was happening at that time." You tried to explain

"You didn't feel the same way, and I thought that maybe staying away from you would help forget and It would stop me from breaking my own heart."

His last words felt like someone has just stabbed you, he had feelings for you and you were oblivious.

And the worst thing about it is that you did feel differently about him, but it was until you two slept together that you realised it.

"You should've told me." You whispered, your voice full of pain.

"Would've made a difference?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." You immediately nodded, "Because ever since then I started realising that what I felt for you was stfonger than just friendship." You finally admitted.

Finally speaking those words out loud felt like the heavy weight that was on your shoulder was finally lifted up.

"Y-You do?" His eyes widened in shock but quickly recovered when you see him smirking.

"Do you think I would've risked our friendship if I didn't ?" You rolled your eyes, a small playful smile traced on your lips.

"So you're okay with it?"

"Just because I am, doesn't mean that I forgive you though." You stated, crossing both of your arms against your chest, raising both of your eyebrows.

"I'll make your forgive me." He starting nodding excitedly like a five years old, "I promise, I'll make it up to you, I'll make it up for all those lost weeks."

"One chance." You warned, raising your index in front of him. "That's all you got."

"One is enough." He winked.

"I swear Dele if you pull something like that again, I am going to cut off your balls and you out of my life." You threatened him, deadly serious.

"I won't,I promise. We'rr going to work on things." He promised, "Can I kiss you?" He smirked.

"Nope." Was your answer.

But you knew that it would mever stop him, he was never someone to follow the rules but more of a one who breaks them.

He was quick to move and smash his lips into yours, and this one was so much more dofferent than the ones you shared on that special night or the one you shared with Winksey before.

You felt like the world has stopped around you, just his lips softly moving against yours.

And just like he promised, he did make it up to you for all those lost weeks. You went to all of his games, cried as he lost in the UCL  semi-finals in the first leg, cried from happiness as the qualified to the final by beating Ajax in the last minute of the second led.

You were also consoling him when they lose the Final in Madrid against liverpool, which led to this moment.

The two of you lying down on his bed, his head against your chest as you caressed his head softly, just the two of you sitting there quietly. He confessed his live to you just a couple of hours after they lost that final, seeing you in that jersey with tears in your eyes, he knew it was the best moment.

"You know what I think?" He suddenly spoke and you just hummed in response, as a sign for him to continue.

"Even though, We lost the final I still won the most beautiful trophy." You could hear the smile in his vouce somehow.

"What trophy?"

"You." He said, lifting his head up and kissing your neck softly.

"I love you." You whispered.

"I love you, babygirl. way before I knew what love really was."

And you know that he was the one you'll get to have a future with, the only one you were seriously thinking about having kids with and that warms your heart knowing that you finally found someone that no matter where you are, he'll always make you feel like home.

Your best friend.

[footyblurbs]

Update!

I’m here for winter break! I’ll try working on fixing my master list. I will still continue to work on tiktok and kissing prompts, the updated kissing list prompt that have been requested.

I will also be taking requests from this nsfw/smut emoji prompt list AS WELL as - your original requests!

💦 cum headcanon

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✊ masturbation headcanon

👅 oral headcanon

⛓️ kinky headcanon

🔪 dangerous headcanon

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🎁 birthday sexy headcanon

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🎶 music they have sex to

🌹 romantic sex headcanon

⏰ fave time of day to have sex

😺 how they eat the pussy

🍆 how they give blowjobs

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

📱 phone sex headcanon

📸 naughty pictures

🛁 shower/bath sex headcanon

😴 falling asleep after sex

🚗 car sex headcanon

🎤 how loud they are

🍌 sex toy headcanon

🍪 an after sex snack

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🎥 filming or making a sexy movie

🎉 celebration sex headcanon

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

👄 making out headcanon

[emwritesfootball]

Drunk | Dele Alli

One where you come Home really drunk and dele (your bf) takes care of you. He picks you up from your girlfriends house and on the way home you can’t control yourself and keep your hands off him, He tells you that he isn’t gonna have sex with you when you’re drunk. When you arrive him he takes a shower with you and he puts on pjs for you

Word Count: 786

Warnings: drunk, teasing, showering together

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“Apparently, I can’t hold my liquor anymore,” you hiccuped, stumbling out of the club with your girlfriends. The five of you fell into the Uber that your most-sober friend had ordered, talking and laughing as the driver dropped all of you off at that friend’s place. You waited for Dele to come pick you up, but got distracted when someone opened a bottle of wine, continuing the party.

Nobody heard the knock on the door until Dele rang the bell. “DELE!” Your girlfriend shouted obnoxiously when she threw open the door. “You made it! Come join the party!”

Dele held out his hands in surrender, shaking his head. “Oh no, no, no. I’m just here to get my girl and take her home.”

You gasp when you hear Dele’s voice, looking up to find him smiling at you. “Baby!” You squeal, getting up and drunkenly running towards your boyfriend. You pepper his face with kisses, swaying slightly. “I missed you.”

“I’ve only been gone for a few hours!” He chuckles, shaking his head as he puts his hands on your hips to steady you. “Well, now I’m here and I’m taking you home.”

You fix him with a drunken glare. “Taking me home taking me home or just… taking me home?”

“Whichever is the non-sexy option.”

“No fair!” You pout, looking back at your friends. “My boyfriend doesn’t wanna have sex with me.”

Your girlfriends took your side, drunkenly glaring at Dele. Some had a few choice words to say to him, but he just laughs and shakes his head in response. “Ladies, I’m not taking advantage of my drunk girlfriend. If you’d like, I can let her stay the night with you.”

“No!” You gasp, looking at Dele with wide eyes. “Take me home. I’ll be good, I promise.”

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Your promise lasts all of five minutes, until Dele gets you buckled into the passenger seat. You turn up the music, dancing in your seat as he starts to drive. When a sexy song comes on, you lean over and start to kiss his neck. Dele moans your name, slowing down at the stoplight. “You’ve gotta stop or you’re gonna make me crash.”

“So?” You nibble his earlobe, giggling. “Just pull over and let me have my way with you.”

“I told you: I’m not having sex with you when you’re drunk.”

“Please, Del?” You beg, tugging on one of his ‘locks. “I need you.”

“You’ll need me in the morning, too, when you’re so hungover you can barely walk. Sober up and you’ll get sex tomorrow night.”

“Will you at least let me kiss you?”

“Yes, but not while I’m driving.” The light changes and Dele presses the gas, leaving you to pout in the passenger seat. You keep one hand on his thigh, lightly stroking it and watching the vein in Dele’s temple throb as he tries to keep his composure. “C’mon,” he whispers when he pulls into the drive, getting out and opening your door for you. You stumble out and he catches you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you lean against him when he helps you into the house.

Your eyes light up when he leads you to the bedroom and eventually the bathroom, helping you sit down onto the toilet as he bends down and turns on the shower. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it means I’m gonna help you take a shower so you don’t fall down and injure yourself, then yes.” When Dele turns back around, you’re completely naked, giving him a naughty grin.

“What if I slip on purpose so you catch me?” You smirk, standing up.

“I don’t think you’ll like what the consequences are.” Dele put his hands on your hips to steady you, helping you into the shower.

“Ooh, dirty,” you tease, turning around so you can place your hands on his chest and reach up for a kiss.

Dele gives you one long, slow kiss before pulling away, soaping you up and washing your body before his. He turns off the shower, wrapping you in a fluffy towel and bringing you to the bed to sit down. He hands you a pair of panties and one of his favourite shirts of yours to sleep in. As you change, he disappears, quickly returning with two paracetamol and a glass of water. “Drink,” he murmurs, his voice low but commanding. You obediently do as he says, taking the pills and finishing the water so you’re not as hungover in the morning.

“Alright, baby - bedtime,” he says when you’re done, helping you into bed and turning off the light before spooning you until you’re fast asleep in his arms.

[footballerimaginess]

Can you do a little things whenever Dele comes back from training he goes and visit in your university accommodation pls

Having a bit of a distance in your way as Dele moved to Everton while you were still in London. You hadn't heard from Dele for a while, so you weren't sure where he was. You looked up from your computer as Dele text you. "Come meet me x" you looked at it confused as you stepped outside to see him standing there. "Hello" you ran straight to him as you gave him the biggest cuddle. "Hello babe, I thought I would surprise you. I guess you were busy?" he asked as you nodded. "I was, but could do with a break. Let me grab my bag and get a coffee" you smiled as you headed to grab a coffee. "Thanks for surprising me. How was training?" you asked as you sat down. "Good thanks, miss you though" you pouted. "I miss you too. Soon I will be done and can move to Liverpool with you" you grinned.

[arrrseeenalfc]

Hi, you’re great please do one where you speak portuguese. And you’re out with the England team and you and Eric are talking Portuguese. This especially annoys your bf Dele xxx

A very old request 💀 but here it finally is

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It wasn’t unusual for you and Eric to have your own conversations. You both spoke a common language and he always loved brushing up on his Portuguese. It also wasn’t uncommon for you to join your boyfriend, Dele, and his teammates on brunch.

You sit between him and Eric, buttering your toast as Dele hands you your drink. You’re instantly pulled into a conversation with Eric. Greeting each other in Portuguese and laughing with each other. You were so focused on your conversation with Eric, you didn’t even realise the annoyance growing on your boyfriends face.

“Okay we get it. You speak the same language but can I not be the third wheel in my own relationship??” He bites his food harshly, chewing with annoyance as he looks away from you.

“Aww Del, don’t be all jealous. It’s nothing.” Eric tries to reason but Dele pouts as he looks at you.

“Teach me more and I’ll speak to you in Portuguese. And I’ll also stop bringing him cos he keeps stealing my partner.” He grumbles and you giggle at him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to give him a quick peck.

“My jealous baby. I’ll teach you but you won’t be on his level for a bit.” He rolls his eyes, putting his arm around your shoulder and keeping you close.

“Babe, we’ve never been on the same level.” He smirks and you hear Eric gasp in the back.

“Oi!”

“Shut up.”

[waytoobsessedwithfootballers]

Could you write one where the reader overhears dele saying something about her on the phone (maybe that she’s clingy) and confronts him? Angst? Xx love your writings!

At first you coupdny belive it would he really say that about you he always told you that he loved to be needed and how much you did actually rely in dele for things. Dele was on the phone to Eric where he was having a moan about you.

"She's just so clingy recently" he moaned "I just want some space" he said back to whatever Eric had said.

Usually you wouldn't be a confrontational person but you felt like this needed to be talked about. You walked into the kitchen where dele was stood and he quickly ended the conversation hoping you hadn't heard anything.

"So is it just me you need space from" you ask in an angry voice."what?" Dele asks surprised you never liked to argue. "Well you said it yourself I'm clingy and you need space, space from what? Hmm our relationship,me, what is it?" You question your voice getting louder and the tears threatening to spill.

"No no no baby please" he says quickly "I'm so sorry I had a bad day and took it out on you I should never have said those things I was being silly and ungrateful but of course I want you and our relationship" he says his own voice cracking at the end.

"No you don't get to be upset " you say looking at him "you used my biggest insecurity ans sorry just isn't going to cut it clearly this is something you have thought this before and it's not like we where arguing you said it in a casual conversation" you all buy scream at him getting more and more emotional.

"I uh I I'm so sorry princess I'll make it up to you I promise I just felt shit about me and said some stuff to Eric I didn't mean I love you so much" he says wrapping you in his arms.

"I love you dele but I'm still upset about this you have a lot of making up to"

[alicewrit3s]

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[footballxixstars]

Dele

Dele born on the 11th of April 1996. He plays for Everton and England National Team.

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Something Sad ~ You get your dream job but it’s halfway across the world. It’s either Dele or your dream job

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[bumblebeereus]

Go Solo.

Word count: 2222k A/N: Look who’s back, back again, tell a friend. I’m back with this whole thing of thinking that I’m a writer. Not everything is bad while being on quarantine, found the time to write again and this is the result. English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Hope you like it. Feedback is always welcomed, thanks for reading this. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Her friends told her first, but deep down she already knew. There’s no way on Earth that she couldn’t have fallen for him. They started as an on and off thing, fuck buddies, no string attached whatever you wanted to call it. She knew the deal, all the cards were on the table when they decided to start what they have now but that hasn’t stopped her from developing feeling for him. Leon hasn’t lied to her, he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he wanted her company and he has fun whenever she’s around, not only when it comes to bedroom activities. They met thanks to a common friend and they clicked almost immediately. And a couple of beers later, they were even able to finish each other sentences. That’s why it has worked so easily, it simply flows and they go with it, they thought it could be a great idea. He found her attractive and she couldn’t lie either, he was handsome, to say the least. So yes, when they started their things it seemed perfect on the paper but a few months later…she isn’t so sure about it. She turns her head to look at him, he’s sleeping next to her oblivious to all the thoughts that are running around her mind right now. All she knows right now is that she can’t keep it for herself. Otherwise, she’s gonna end up exploding in the worst moment for them. Unconsciously, her hand runs through his curls, she always loved the feeling of stroking his hair. A grin flashed on his face. That’s the moment it hits her, she can’t keep it up with that they have. She needs to leave now before things get more complicated than what already are. She can’t have her heart broken by him, he hasn’t done something bad, he’s not guilty of that one. He made it crystal clear, he wasn’t ready for a relationship, he wasn’t ready for falling in love for someone. It’s game over for her. After all, she always knew that this could turn out like this. She didn’t expect to fall for him it simply happened they more they spent time together. She gets out of the bed and changes into her clothes before looking at him, peacefully sleeping unaware of all that's happening. She trips over one of his shoes, cursing under her breath, she looks back at his bed when he stirs. Leon opens his eyes, half asleep half awake looking at her using his elbow to sit up. “Where are you going? It’s 3 am, go back to sleep.” His fingers run through his hair as confusion flashed across his face. “I have tons of papers to finish before the end of the month, I wanna wake up early tomorrow, well today, and I didn't want to wake you up.” Hopefully, his half-asleep state helps her this time, she knows that he wouldn’t buy her bullshit if he were fully awake. “Can I give you a ride at least? I don’t like the idea of you walking home alone.” He sits on the bed resting his head against the headboard looking at her. “It’s okay Leon. I’ll call a taxi, don’t worry.” She smiles but somehow it doesn't reach her eyes and he notices it, he knows her. He has made her smile before, he knows when it's genuine. “Am I missing something here? Did I do something?” She shakes her head searching for her phone to call a cab. “It’s all good, I swear. I’m just a little stressed right now, you know me.” He opens his mouth to say something but shakes his head before talking. “I do. That’s why I’m asking…you know you can tell me whatever’s happening on that mind of yours, right?” She should have known better, he wasn’t gonna let her go away that easily. “I know, I’ll tell you as soon something is happening. But right now, it’s just my responsible self calling me out for not being focus on my work.” He’s not buying but he knows that she isn’t gonna tell her a thing right now so it’s better to let her go now and ask later. “Okay. Are you sure you don’t want me to give you a ride? Send me a message as soon as you’re home at least.” She shakes her head one more time before heading to the door. “Don’t worry I’ll text you as soon as I make it home, safe and sound. See you, Leon." “Thank you. See you, gorgeous.” Leon’s name and face appear, once again, on her phone screen. He has been calling her all day, well more like since he finished his match. She’s aware she’s gonna have to face him someday, but she's not ready to do it now. He didn’t buy her bullshit and knew that something was off with her. After all, they were friends and if she didn’t want to share what she was dealing with, it somehow offended him. He thought they were friends and he thought that she would feel confident enough around him to tell him whatever was going on with her at the moment. But what he can’t imagine is that he’s the main reason for her being off with him. Avoiding him forever wasn't an option for her, their friends were mainly the same and she couldn't be around them without him being there most of the times. It wouldn’t be fair for their friends to chose a side when it’s not a side to chose in the first place. They had nothing to do with what they have or had. She’s aware of what she needs to do. Face him, get all out off her chest and then call it quits. But everything seems easier on the paper, she knows she'd crumble under his presence. Focusing on her work rather than spend the afternoon thinking about him was her plan, but it hasn't worked at all. He was constantly on her mind, and the phone ringing across the room hasn’t made it easier for her not to think about him, even tho she put it on silent mode the seconds time it ringed. Leaving the house seemed like the perfect way of getting her head to stop thinking about him, nothing like strolling around the city with a cup of coffee. The crisp air of Munich during autumn gives her chills as soon as she steps out of her house. She walks around the city not knowing really where she is going, she simply walks while her favourite playlist is put on shuffle freeing her mind for at least one hour. When she looks around, she knows exactly where she is, she’s been there before. Indeed, she’s been there a lot recently. All the times she's been there instantly crosses her mind, all the laughs, hugs, kisses and the sleepless nights. God, she's gonna miss him. “Are you looking for me?” She’d recognize that voice anywhere, in all of the possible different tones. She turns around to face him and he’s looking way better than the last time she saw him if that’s even possible. Is she a joke to everyone? Because at this point, she truly thinks she is. “Kind of…yes. I think I was.” She nods as he places one hand on her back slightly pushing her to the door. “Let's talk inside then.” She’s on his couch with a cup of tea on her hands while he comes back with one for himself as well. Sitting next to her he puts one hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing it as he looks at her with concern on his eyes. “What’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for days. And I know you were stressed with work and all that but…” She can tell by the tone he is using that he’s been beating himself up for this. He knows it because of him but can’t put his finger on what he has done to her. “It’s not something you’ve done. I know you think you’re the reason and somehow, you are but not in the way you think. God, I’m not making sense, aren’t I?” He smiles sweetly at her, he always thought she was adorable but she reaches her own peak when she starts acting like that. “You can try tho, talk to me. What’s the problem? What’s going on? I don’t know what I did, but I’m pretty sure that I’m sorry.” His hand covers her hand resting on her knee and her whole body shivers under the subtle touch. “You don’t have to apologize, you did nothing wrong. I’ve always known that you can’t control how someone else feels. You’re not the one to blame, well, there's no one here to blame.” She tries not to look at his eyes, for all that’s good in the world, otherwise, she knows she’ll crumble. “What are you trying to say, baby?” “I’m falling for you if I haven’t had already. And I know what you said, you’re not ready for a relationship, you aren't ready to fall for someone and I do get it. That’s why I’m calling quits with this. I can’t keep seeing you and spending time with you and having sex with you when I already know how this is gonna end. I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, you’re one of the most incredible human beings I've ever met.” He hasn’t seen her since told him that she was falling for him and that she needed time to clear her mind before seeing him again. He tried to tell her, he tried but words didn’t leave his mouth even tho they were dancing on his tongue. “I'm falling for you too” She didn’t even give him a chance to speak, she kissed him for the last time, hugged him and smile at him before leaving his house. That’s the last time she saw her. He wanted to giver her the space she asked for and yet he wanted to call her every single day. He has missed her like crazy. He missed watching her along with his friends at the stadium cheering for him, he missed talking to her before an important match. He missed celebrating every win with her. He missed the way her fingers traced his back when he snuggled with her watching lame tv shows. He missed the way her eyes were always waiting for him whenever they were, he knew as soon as he looks for her, she was already there waiting for him. He missed the way he could always talk about anything and everything and she'd never judge him no matter what. Maybe his friends were right, maybe he took it for granted thinking that she’d always be there for him. Maybe he didn't accept the way he was feeling about her. Maybe he should have said it and she wouldn't have left him. Maybe, but it was too late now. She wasn’t in his life now, she called it quits, she needed out and he was too afraid to say he didn’t want her to leave. And he knew it, all too well. His friend called him that day asking him to go out with him, to have dinner. He missed most of them, but being around them was a reminder of what he’s missing. He knows it’s been a while and she hasn't been around whenever he was out with them, so she won't be there that night. That's what he thought and the main reason she went out with them. The same reason why she said yes to go out with them that night. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was glowing, her smile reaches her eyes, they’re sparkling and he can’t but smile when he sees her like that. Like the old times, she’s smiling just like he did when he was around her. But this time, he isn’t the one making her smile. His hand is on her lower back, they’re talking with a bunch of friends. She rests her head against his shoulder as they speak. She seems happy, way happier than the last time he saw her. She laughs and he can’t help but smile, a sight for sore eyes. When she stops laughing their eyes meet and his whole body shivers, all that he has felt until that day explodes. He wants to go and talk to her, he wants to say something but deep down he knows it too late. The guy next to her leans over and kiss her, his hand on her lower back and hers on his chest. That’s when he realizes it's too late, she has found another one and she seems happy he has no right to say something, he wants her to be happy and she is now. One of his friends pats him in the back when they watch the whole scene. He smiles, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes and says goodbye. He needs to leave. He turns to look at her one last time and she’s already looking at him. She could have been the best right in a million wrongs but now, he goes solo.

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Never

@footballffbarbiex issued a writing challenge and I hate myself so I picked “Dating your brother’s teammate” and “Let’s get shitfaced instead.” 

Warnings: booze and sex talk

“Boys,” you called, shutting the door with your foot. “Dinner’s here!”

Eric stuck his head out from the kitchen. “And it looks delicious,” he said, licking his lips as he looked you over. You laughed, stepping around him. “Dele’s not home yet.”

“Oh,” you said, setting everything down on the counter. “Where’s he gone?”

“Does it matter?” Eric stood behind you, his arms around your waist and his lips teasing over your neck. “We’re alone.” Your brother was staying with you for a couple of weeks while the plumbing was redone at his place, and while it wasn’t an awful experience, time alone with Eric had been hard to come by. Eric liked having his best friend around more, but Eric also liked being naked with his girlfriend wherever he wanted. He was having a rough time.

You turned in his arms with the intent of a sweet kiss, but he pushed you onto the counter and kissed you like he hadn’t kissed you in ages, hands groping and hips grinding. You let him do what he pleased, enjoying the attention and his quiet little moans. You missed being alone like this, too.

“Honey, I’m home!” Dele slammed the door, and Eric dropped his head into your shoulder with a frustrated growl.

“I hate him.”

You kissed his head. “No, you don’t.”

He looked at you with mournful eyes. “How much longer?”

“Four days.”

“When he leaves, you’re not wearing clothes for a week.”

“You act like we didn’t just have sex this morning,” you laughed, pushing off the counter.

“It’s more fun when you’re loud,” he said in your ear as Dele blew into the kitchen with a bottle of tequila and a case of Corona.

“Party’s here,” he crowed. “We’re celebrating.”

“Celebrating what,” you asked, unpacking the food while Eric set the table.

“The work’s done,” he said. “This is my last night at Casa de Dier.”

You started to snap back that as Eric moved into your flat it was NOT Casa de Dier, thank you, but Eric looked as though he’d been told he won the lottery, and you just smiled. “Aw, that’s great, Del. Can I help you pack, after dinner?”

Dele shook his head no. “Let’s get shitfaced instead.”

“Food first,” Eric said, ever the responsible adult in the room. “Last time your sister had tequila on an empty stomach we almost got married.”

“All your idea,” you retorted, shoving some chicken into your mouth. Eric winked at you. Truthfully, you didn’t know whose idea it had been, as you’d both been too hungover to remember anything the next day. The boys talked shop while you ate, something you were used to even when Dele wasn’t staying with you. He was over for dinner most nights. Dele hadn’t even batted an eye when you and Eric had first started dating, and now more than two years later the three of you were your own little family unit.

“We should play ‘never have I ever,’” Dele said, when the food was finished and the table cleared?

“Liquor or beer?” You were always up for embarrassing your little brother, whether through admitting your own follies or getting him to admit his.

“Beer,” interjected Eric. “I’m not dealing with the two of you shooting tequila all night.”

“You love us.” Dele batted his eyelashes. “Admit it.”

“I love her,” Eric pointed at you. “I keep you around to feel better about my life choices.”

“That’s not what you say on those long, cold nights away from home.” Dele was always quick with a comeback. You loved their banter.

“Come on, beer me and let’s play.” You reached for the beer Eric held. “Me first. Never have I everrr… been to Paris.” You all took a drink. Eric went next with “hugged Dele,” and Dele gave nobody a drink with “seen the pyramids.”

You decided to make it interesting a few turns in. “Never have I ever… kissed a model.” Each man took a drink, Eric blushing. “Oooooo, which one,” you teased, tickling him under the ribs. “Was she blonde?”

“That’s not part of the game,” he said, and you kissed his red cheek.

“Oh, I’ve got one,” said Dele. “Never have I ever kissed an Aston Villa keeper behind a pub!”

You glared at him. “Fuck off.” Eric slapped the table as you took a drink, howling.

“Which one? Who was it???”

“That’s not part of the game,” you mimicked him whining. “Keep laughing and I’ll tell you the whole list that came before you.” He put a hand on your shoulder, still laughing. “I mean it!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Here, I’ll go. Never have I ever pissed myself in front of a girl.”

“You swore on your life you’d never tell a soul, Eric Dier.” Dele looked so angry taking a drink, you weren’t sure what was funnier. You were screaming with laughter.

“I told you, mate. I love her, and I just keep you around for the laughs.” Eric put an arm around your shoulders, drawing you close to him.

Dele’s eyes narrowed. “Never have I ever had sex on Dele’s couch.” You looked up at Eric, who was looking down at you, and you raised your beers in sync for a drink. “I KNEW IT! You’re despicable, the both of you.” Dele grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot. “God, I’m going to have to replace the whole living room.”

Eric’s eyes hadn’t left yours. “That was a good night.” It was the night you’d told him you loved him, and he was smiling at the memory.

“I’m gonna throw up, I regret everything.” Dele poured himself another shot, and one for each of you. “Drink, you vile creatures.”

“You asked,” you said, raising your glass. “To your new plumbing.”

“To your last night with us,” said Eric.

“To the bonfire I’m going to have with that couch!” Dele clinked his glass against yours, exhaling loudly after he’d downed the drink. “I should have just stayed in blissful ignorance.”

“Good thing we didn’t tell him about his guest room, eh?

Dele tipped the bottle down his throat.

[footballffbarbiex]

Thanksgiving.

Ok so I’m late with this, I’m sorry!

Part of the Autumn/fall masterlist. 

The request: Large family meal (from the prompts)Fluff using She/he

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There aren’t many things that Dele can say no to her for, and today was no exception to this. She’s a woman on a mission. He’s never seen her get up before 8 am on a day off and she has 2 days off now. She certainly wouldn’t waste it not having a lay-in. An early morning? Wasted. Anything, before 9am, is nasty to her and she will not hear anything of it. She looks forward to sleeping in, not setting an alarm and spending as much of it in bed as she possibly can. She doesn’t even need to be sleeping, she just doesn’t leave the bed.

Which is why Dele is surprised to come downstairs to go for his morning run, already disappointed to turn over and find himself all alone in bed, to find her busying herself in the kitchen. There are things on the sides that he didn’t even know he owned.

“What are you doing?” he asked cautiously.

“It’s Thanksgiving. Do you realise how much works goes into this?” She’d asked him, her eyes wide. “Where are you going?” she noticed he was dressed up

“Running.” He replied with a smile until he saw her expression. “Unless…you need help here?” He adds while wanting to remind her of what she’d said before. She paused, casting her eyes over everything.

“It’s fine.” She waved her hand at him. “I’ve got it. Running will give you an appetite and you’re gonna need it.”

She’d kissed him, sent him on his way and made two pies, one pecan and one pumpkin. She’d already prepped the pie crust last night and simply filled them while he was gone. She peeled and cut up the potatoes ready to make into mash potato later, she’d already prepped the salad for later which is now covered in the fridge, she’d prepped a butter and herb chicken ready to go into the oven. Usually, they’d have turkey, but it seemed a little extreme for just the two of them. They’d be eating turkey for the rest of the year. The only thing left to do is the vegetables.

She hadn’t expected Dele to agree to a thanksgiving dinner, let alone be the one to bring it up initially. It was her first year away from home and therefore away from anyone who would also celebrate it. In a way, she was homesick, the first time she’d really felt it. She’d had little feelings here and there but nothing like this. This was the first time since being in England that she’s truly felt like she’s missing something. She’s managed to substitute almost everything else but the traditional family holiday.

“If you miss it that much babe, why don’t you just put on a mini one for just us?”

“You’d really let me?”

“If it made you happy then sure. It’s just a glorified Sunday dinner right?” She’d bitten her tongue, tried not to correct him and slowly nodded her answer.

“Sure. I’ll get the ingredients. You stay outta my kitchen.”

“Done. But no begging me for help when you realise what a big job it is for one person.”

“Keep your Sunday roast. I’ll show you how this is done.”

But now she’s regretting not accepting his help. It was one of her favourite things to do at home. She loved the way the family would help. Everyone would have their own little jobs to do and it was a good wholesome day for her. No matter what was going on every other day, everything was put aside and they just really came together and yet, here she was doing it all alone.

Dele’s home and showered before they find themselves on the sofa. It was still too early for her to watch the usual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade live but there are enough re-runs to load up. Dele’s arms are wrapped around her, there’s a chill sweeping through the house even though the heating is on, both the slow cooker and the oven were on and they’re tucked under a blanket with the odd shiver running through them.

As they watch, she points out certain things, talks about topics from over the years and shares her memories of various thanksgivings. He can’t help but smile to himself as she talks. The conversation spills right into dinner.

“Well?” For the first time that day, she appears unsure of herself. She’s built up this dinner for so long, that now it’s here, she’s nervous.

“It’s beautiful.” Dele praises her. “Honestly, it’s nothing like a roast.” He adds, mostly to see her grin. “But I get it. Or I think I get it.”

“Yeah?” She gives herself an extra helping of mash potato. She’s not one to toot her own horn but the mash today is amazing.

“Question.” He begins, reaching across for more vegetables.

“Answer.” She replies.

“If slash when we have kids,” he says, with a heavy emphasis on when “will you want to continue the tradition of doing this?”

“Would it be a problem if I did?” Her fork pulls through the potato as she ponders his words. “Want to continue this, that is.”

“No. I’d like it actually.” His response surprises her. The fork clangs to the plate and this makes him chuckle. It’s not often she’s caught off guard like this and he’s adoring this.

“You would?” She double checks.

“Look how much you’ve been looking forward to today. You’ve put so much effort, which has paid off because this really is amazing, and I’d like to do this. I might not have the same things to be thankful for like your day but with our lives, I do. You make me thankful for many, many things and I’d like a day, other than our anniversary, to say exactly that. You’re my family now and you deserve it. My own version mixed with yours. If you’ll have it?”

She picks up her cutlery once more and grins at him. “I’d love to start traditions with you. And a family, when you’re ready.”

“Say the word and I’m yours…just maybe not yet, this is going to make me not be able to move for a few hours. And even then, I might have to roll.”

“Is it even Thanksgiving if you haven’t eaten your body weight in food? No. No, it’s not.”

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[emwritesfootball]

In His Jersey | Dele Alli

Could you write one for dele where he comes home after a loss and he catches you sleeping in nothing but his jersey with the 20 on it 🤭

Word Count: 348

Warnings: just fluff - a little short but I hope you enjoy xx

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The moment the final whistle blew on your tv screen, confirming Tottenham’s 4-1 loss to West Ham, you were turning it off. You sent him a text to let him know you were thinking about him and that you would see him at home, the ‘Dele 20’ feeling heavier on your back than it usually did.

As the minutes ticked by, your eyelids started to grow heavier. You hated away matches - even the ones close to Tottenham - because Dele always seemed to get in much later than home matches. Your phone chimed with an incoming text from Dele.

Dele: Almost home xx

Your heartbeat started to pick up and your mind started to race at all the possibilities. You ran a brush through your hair before sliding off your shorts and panties, settling on the bed. Then, you made the mistake of getting comfortable. Without thinking, you snuggled under the comforter, letting out a sigh as you laid your head on Dele’s pillow.

You didn’t hear him come in. You were on the verge of sleep, just drifting off when Dele let himself in. When he got to the bedroom, you could hear him fumble around, trying not to wake you up. “Del?” You mumbled, still half-asleep.

“Yeah,” he whispered. You could hear him rummage through the drawers, changing into something to sleep in. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you said, turning your head and giving him a sleepy smile.

Dele huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, you were. You look cute sleeping in my jersey like that, though, so I don’t mind.” You picked up a pillow, tossing it at him, which he easily caught and threw back. “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll be in bed shortly.”

You tried to stay awake just to spite him, but you were so tired and by the time Dele got in bed next to you, you were snoring softly. Even though you were asleep, your body gravitated towards him, wrapping your arm around his torso and laying your head on his chest as you sighed happily.

[footballerimaginess]

Could you please do an blurb with Dele where your toddler has an attitude like the mum and Dele has deal with it

Word Count: 178 You were at work for the evening, covering as there was no staff. Dele was staying home with Indiana, your 3 year old daughter. "Indie, do you want dinner now?" Dele shouted, waiting patiently for a response. "INDIE" Dele shouted even louder, huffing along the corridor waiting to see where she was. "Are you ignoring me?" Dele asked Indie as he stood at the door frame as he watched her playing with her toys. "No" she smiled sweetly. "Well I have been calling you for dinner. Come on, your toys can wait. You need to eat dinner" he told her as she huffed, dragging her feet across the floor. "I hate your cooking, I want Mummy" Dele rolled his eyes. "Mummy isn't here, come on. Lose the attitude Indie, come on" he groaned as she sat at the table, as Dele put the plate in front of her. "No" Indie moaned. "You are just like your mother you are, trouble that is what you are" he laughed as he knew he was going to have trouble with her.

[arrrseeenalfc]

Can you do one where you and Del are having a little argument and he’s starts singing and doing that drake song with the kiki dance to you but instead singing baby do you love me... 😭😭

An old request sorry for being late x

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You roll your eyes at him when he finally makes it to your date.

“You’re late.” You cross your arms and he scratches the back of his head.

“I know, I know. But I’m here now.” He winces at your cold glare.

“Whatever. You should’ve been here on time. Not make me wait for ages whilst you, I don’t know, hanged with your friends.” You start walking away from him.

“Babe, don’t be like that. Come on, I’m here now so let’s enjoy the time together.” He tries to reach for your hand.

“Del, I swear…” you sigh loudly and continue to walk away.

He drags his hand over his face and smirks. You hear him run towards you, coming by your side and jogging next to you.

“Baby! Do you love me? Are you riding?……cos I want ya, and I need ya…..” he starts belting, grinning as he recalls the viral dance and throwing finger hearts at you.

You widen your eyes in shock, trying to shush him as you notice people staring.

“Del, stop?! So embarrassing.” You mutter, grabbing his hand and pulling him somewhere empty.

“What was that?” You shake you head, fighting the smile creeping into your lips.

“Babyy, I’m sorry, I really am. I’m sorry I’m late but please let me make it up to you.” He pleads, making a heart with his hands.

You roll your eyes and bite the side of your lip.

“Fine. Just don’t do that again.” He nods and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Your wish is my command.”

[mashafootball]

Broken plates - Dele Alli Imagine

Someone requested a Dele Alli imagine where Dele and Y/N fight and he says some hurtful things (+ Angst) but I deleted the request by accident. Sorry! 

Enjoy! 

Everyone who would have entered your living room would have been able to feel it �� the tension, making your – normally very beloved - home feel like a place you suddenly couldn’t feel safe, loved and familiar anymore. The screaming had died down, but the emotions didn’t. Your vision was blurry as you carefully tried to pick up the broken pieces from the plate that was shattered against the wall not even two minutes ago. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an unbelievable emptiness inside of you, but still you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheek, wetting them again and again.

Dele had left the house as soon as you broke down after hysterically screaming at his face. The two of you struggled with your boths emotions quite regularly. Screaming and fighting was something that happened almost on a regular basis, but after getting over it after an hour you were always able to fix the original problem by talking about it.

But this felt different.

This felt like something that could change your whole relationship. Not only was it the first time a fight got a little physical, it was the first time your boyfriend Dele lost his temper completely, screaming at you in a volume that left you crying. And it was the first time you two started to call the other one nasty names. You felt shocked, sad and hurt, but also disappointed in yourself. Disappointed that you didn’t even try to handle it in a calmer manner. You wanted to talk do Dele, immediately, but thinking about calling him and only being rejected made you decide against the idea of making the first step.

Tonight, you went to bed alone, eyes all swollen up from the previous crying. The bed felt empty, even cold. You tossed and tuned, trying out every position possible, only to give up when the clock read two in the morning. While moving down to the couch in your living room you turned your phone back on for the first time this night, only to be shown that no one had called or texted you – silly twitter mentions, nothing more. He hadn’t called and the thought of him never calling again sent you into another fit of tears.

After falling back asleep on your sofa you didn’t really noticed when your front door unlocked, a tired Dele stumbling into your shared apartment. He shook his head after he passed your sleeping figure on the couch, the TV softly playing in the background. When you heard a rumble in the kitchen you hastily got up, scared that someone had broken into your home. Before you even had the chance to think about the possibilities of acting you now had, you boyfriend appeared in the doorframe, sending you a hesitate smile. You felt relief taking over your body, but after examining his tall frame for a while, you started to think about everything that had left his mouth earlier this day, leaving you sobbing and extremely sad on the cold floor of your kitchen.

“Why are we like this?”, you asked him with a sad smile, “I don’t understand.”, you added softly, the tears already burning in your eyes again. “I don’t know.”, he sighed, slowly walking over to the couch you were sitting on. “Are you ok?”, he wanted to know, his worried eyes watching every move you made. You nodded, a bit hesitantly, but you did. You felt ok, relieved and you were glad to see him, but you also felt hurt, anger and sadness inside of you. “I don’t know why I start acting like this during a fight, there is no other person on this planet that I love as much as I love you. I can’t believe I decided to speak to you like this in that moment.”, Dele said all of a sudden, leaving you a bit surprised. You looked at him again, suddenly seeing the redness in his eyes, lids looking a bit puffy. “Where did you go?”, you asked instead of commenting on his apology. “I went to Harry’s place.”, he replied, sitting down on the opposing couch. You didn’t really know what else to say, so you just nodded, zoning out a bit as he didn’t say anything else.

You could already see the sun rising through window in front of the balcony, but either you nor Dele dared to get up and move to the bedroom or even talk. It was silent, the whole time, the whole three hours you had sat there, facing each other but looking away each time you got caught, trying to make it look like you were staring into space. Your eyes felt heavy and you weren’t really sure if you were able to stay in this position for some more time. After trying to stay awake for another twenty minutes you decided to get up, not once looking into your boyfriend’s direction.

After moving into the bedroom and lazily throwing on an ugly pair of pajamas you went to bed, feeling cold and unwanted. But it didn’t take too long until you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps slowly moving closer to your bedroom. You turned around so you weren’t facing the door anymore and after almost starting to believe he had made the decision to stay in your small. guest bedroom heard the door being softly opened. Dele tiptoed over to his side of the beg, bumping into the small cupboard that was placed at the end of your bed. You felt a little startled as he fell down on the bed, making mattress dip slightly.

There were so many things you wanted to say, speak out loud. The thought of this being the end of your relationship made you want to start blabbering. You wanted him to hear you out, you wanted. him to understand your side of the story and you also wanted to apologize. And you wanted him to apologize. But instead of saying anything you listened. To the soft hum leaving his lips, deep breaths and the sounds of him shuffling around with his blanket. Before you finally felt your eyes closing, you suddenly felt his warm fingers softly grasping yours, pulling your arm a bit into his direction. “I love you and I hope you know that.”, he muttered, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, but you weren’t quite sure if it was the right moment for you to say something. “We need to stop fighting like this, I love you too much.”, he continued, his hand not leaving yours once. Still, you decided to stay quiet, but through a little squeeze of his hand you were definitely sure he understood what you wanted to tell him. I love you.

[karaxreds]

Best friends ( Part One) - Dele Alli

It seemed like your living room and your kitchen were the only places you walk into in your apparament, you even spent some nights on the couch because you had zero energy to go up to your room and sleep there.

It been almost a month and you were still mopping about your heartbreak, you two dated for almost a year but he decided that he just didn't feel the same anymore, that your relationship was something that made him feel guilty because somehow he fell out of love.

Of course those were just words, because according to your bestie he was already seeing someone else, at least that's what she concluded from all the pictures he shared on Instagram with the same girl for the past few days. And all of this made you think that maybe he was with her while being with you too, it would've explained his strange behaviour.

"Are you seriously not locking your door anymore?" A voice suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, making your heart race in shock.

"Del?" You said, as he walked into the living room with a few bags in his hands. "How did you get in?"

"Did you not hear what I just said?" He narrowed his eyes, "The door was unlocked, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

You just sighed telling him that it was the first time you ever let the door unlocked, when your best friend left a few hours ago you forgot to lock the door behind her.

"Well you should always double check your door, Love." He pointed out, seating himself on the couch next to you with the bags still in his hands.

"What are you doing here anyway?" You raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Glad to know you're happy to see me." He spoke his voice laced with sarcasm, "I brought you some things to eat, only your favourites and of course mine."

Dele has been your best friend for a few years now, ever since you two first met when you were fourteen.

"Thank you, but I am not really in the mood." You give him a small smile.

"Well that's just rude." He furrowed his eyebrows, before he let out a sigh. "Love, You need to get yourself back together. It's been almost a month, it's time to move on now."

"You know it's not about t-" he cut you off.

"I know, it's not about him it's about what he did." He nodded, "Should've let me break his nose or a bone to be fair."

A small chuckle left your lips at his remark, it was no secret that he did want to injure him really badly but you would never let him do such a thing.

"He's not worth it." You told him.

"Exactly, and he's certainly not worth your tears." He stated. "You know that it's not your fault, he doesn't deserve someone like you."

"What if I am the one who didn't..." Your voice cracked, "What if I am really not worth loving?"

And you couldn't stop yourself from crying anymore, a sob left your lips and in a second Dele was by your side wrapping his arms around you.

"Bullshit, Love." He said, once you've finally calmed down. "You have everything a man could ever want, you're smart, funny, so sweet and probably the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

"A bit too much, innit?" You giggled, pulling away from him.

Your faces were just a few inches away, your eyes examined every little details about his face, his eyes, his nose, his lips... those damn lips.

"Never too much when it comes to you..." He titled his head a bit.

The two of you were a bit too close for your liking, best friends shouldn't be like this.

"Show me what you brought?" You softly smiled, suddenly leaning away from him to grab the bags.

A loud sigh left Dele's lips, probably wondering what would've happened if you didn't pull away.

"No alcohol for tonight, I know you don't like drinking that much and to be honest I've got an early training session in the morning which means I won't have any time to take care of a drunk or hangover you." He smirked.

"Hey, you know why I don't drink anymore." You whined, picking up a small chocolate bar from the bag, your favourite.

"You know I'll never let that go, right." He laughed.

You just ignored him taking a small bite and you immediately let out an unintentional moan as you tasted how good it was.

Your eyes widened as you noticed Dele's red face. This was the first time that you two felt somehow awkward around each other.

"How are thing with Ruby?" You asked, trying to change the subject.

"You know that we broke up, it's been a while now."

"I though you two were on good terms?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't mean that we're back together." He huffed, now that was unusual.

"Okay, sorry for being a nice friend trying to know what's going on in your life." You threw your now unfinished chocolate bar into the table and grabbed a pack of chips.

"Sorry, didn't  mean to sound rude." He mumbled. "Movie?"

"Yes please, I am letting you chose." You smiled.

A couple of hours have passed now and the film was now over, both of you still on the couch. Your legs were on his lap, you two didn't spend a night like this in ages ever since the two of you both were in relationships with other people, you didn't have too much time foe yourselves. You did go once or twice on  double dates but it just didn't feel right.

You suddenly felt his fingers caressing down one of your legs and sent shiver down your whole body. You turned your head towrd him sending him a look.

"Dele." You said, clearly aware of what he was trying to do and it kinda shocked you because he was never like this.

"What?" He asked innocently, shrugging as if it was nothing.

Instead of answering you lifted your legs and repositioned yourself on the couch. You were now sitting just a few inches away from each other.

"Do you not feel it?" He whisperes, sliding much closer to you.

You could feel your cheeks heat up, he was a bit too close. And the worst thing about it is that you didn't feel uncomfortable at all, it was quite the opposite actually.

"What are you talking about, Delboy?"

"This." He mumbled, inching his face closer to yours. His eyes glued on your lips and you couldn't help but do the same.

"W-we can't." You gulped.

"Why is that?" You felt his hot breath against your face, you couldn't help but feel turned on.

"Dele." You whispered, in a warning tone.

"You know I like you, Love." He admitted, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. "And by the way you're acting, I think you feel the same way."

"N-No." You tried to speak but unfortunately your body was saying the opposite which made your best friend chuckle.

Instead of answering you, he suddenly  put his hand behind your head and yanking you closer so now your lips were now perfectly placed against his.

It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was happening, You were kissing Dele. Your mouths moved perfectly against each other, you could hear him let out a low moan and that's when it hit you.

"We can't do this." You suddenly pushed him away, jumping off the couch.

"I-I am sorry." He stuttered, he noticed how panicked you looked and but he didn't regret it one bit. "I think I should go."

You didn't respond you just avoided his gaze before you watched him turn to grab his jacket.

"Del" He turned around giving you a small nod, which meant that he understands the situation.

But before he could turn around againg and leave you decided that for once you weren't going to let your stubbornness win, not tonight.

"You know what, screw it." You yelled, taking a few steps forward before you jumped in his arms and he didn't hesitate to lift you up, your legs firmly  wrapped around his waist and your moths once again connected.

"Upstairs." You mumbled against his lips and he did as he was told, taking both of you to your bedroom.

Little did you know after that the amazing night you spent with him, he would turn into a total stranger the day after that.

Part two will be out later or tomorrow xoxo