#deledier one shot

[elle-aaron]

If you could write Dele x Eric for #4 or #62, that would be lovely. Hope you’re having a fab day :3

Watch Me

People: Eric Dier and Dele Alli… deledier if you will. 

Warnings: none, beside some innuendos (minor)

   Tuesday. A day notoriously known for drills. Drills on top of drills with a sprinkle of drills. The day that every player at Tottenham hated but Poch loved as it was his little ‘revenge’ for the team’s attitude and outcomes during games. And so the day rolled around and the moment Dele got out bed he felt the dread building up. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to run around with his friends and he was quite a competitive lad but, a certain tall blonde could take the fun out of it. That powerful blonde was the one, the only … Christian. No, just joking, it was Eric. After a coupe of drills Eric would start to pout and complain that his knee was hurting, he was on a bad team, other people were cheating and the worst of all… he would start shading Dele. “bet you can’t get there before me” “my nan could outrun you” “your nutmegs are getting lousy and nonexistent”. Let’s just say even though Eric was Dele’s bestfriend, he was an absolute pain in the arse when it came to drills.

  A couple of hours later, after breakfast and warm-up, the drills were starting. Poch announced it was doing to be sprints and then team exercises, a things which could’ve been fine, but Dele saw he was facing no one other but Eric and his team of dorks.

  “Come on Dele! Cheer up! It’ll be a good day today!” Sonny yelled after him, “I’ll even let you nutmeg me.”   “Sod off, Sonny! You know very well who I want to nutmeg.”   “I know who you want to do more than nutmeg…” Serge chipped in.   “Keep it PJ, guys!” said Hugo.   “Cap, no disrespect, but it’s PG, not PJ, and I honestly don’t think you know what it means.” said Kieran, but completely regretting it the moment his captain turned around and looked down at him.    "Va te faire foutre, I know what it means, I have 2 daughters,“ said Hugo which led to his fellow French parle-ers to giggle.    "Cap, don’t make yourself mad over something Delboy said, it’s useless,” said Eric making his presence known to everyone but especially Dele. As the lads giggled like school girls, they started making their way outside and when they reached the field, Eric approached Dele, “Come on Del, cheer up! I won’t go as hard (hehe)!”

  After a couple of sprints, and unnecessary but hilarious banter, Dele was finally coming around to the idea that Eric was actually trying to be nice to him this session. However, this was obviously interrupted by a certain someone *cough cough*. While Dele was looking peaceful, looking at the sky and birds and other philosophical shit, Eric took this opportunity to make the brown haired man even madder. And so, he swooped past his teammates, swooped the ball from Winksy (“Mate, that wasn’t bloody cool”) and led it straight between his favourite pair of chopsticks. When Eric turned around, he was prepared to bask in his glory that HE, Eric Jeremy Edgar Dier, nutmegged the supposed king of nutmegs, however he was faced with a rather sour faced Dele. The moment the pouty mess opened his mouth wanting to say something, Poch started yelling.

  “Alright, get in your assigned teams! Well be playing 7 on 7. I’ll give you 3 minutes to come up with a game plan!”   “Coach, did you say a gay plan?” asked Mousa.   “I think Dele has quite a good gay plan so our team is going to win!” added in Jan.   “All I ask is for ONE SESSION WHERE YOU DON’T MAKE FUN OF WHAT I SAY, YOU CABRONES!” said Poch, walking away from the lads, leaving everyone a laughing mess, well, everyone but Dele.

  The 3 minutes went by and Jan seemed to be right… that his team, the glorious white team, would be winning. The other team, the blue team, was formed of gits who honestly didn’t know what to do and who were more making fun of each other than making up a game plan. The only good think going for the blue team is that they knew how to hide it, or rather, how to not make it obvious that they didn’t know what the bloody hell was going on. Well… almost good, Serge would eventually start giggling which would make Moussa laugh and his laugh made everyone laugh, but it was fine (at least they hoped so).

  As soon as the whistle blew, the white team took control of the ball, with Harry at the front dribbling the ball to Sonny and later passing it to Jan whom tapped it into Michael’s net and led to their first much expected point. All the lads (of the white team, of course) started celebrating and jumping on each other which Dele immediately joined, however his mood was once again ruined by Mr Dier.

  “That’s great and all, but we already know that we’re going to lose, so the only way I’m actually accepting a win from you is if any of you 7 do the impossible and nutmeg me,” said Eric, raising his chest like a bloody peacock, “I’ll give you extra points if Chopsticks does it since he seems to be losing his touch”

  “Oh, yeah? Then watch me.” replied back Dele. This time, he thought, this git will not make a fool out of me.

  And so the game restarted and even though the obvious focus was to score goals, the lads were only seeming as if they were actually trying to score so Poch wouldn’t swear at them and call them God knows what in Spanish, but in reality, they were trying to give Dele a chance to do the impossible and it became so tense that even Hugo was stressed. Eric, on the other hand, was only playing the bare necessary and was very often caught in a closed legged stance, making it even harder for the nutmegging to happen. Harder, but not impossible, which is exactly what happened when Winksy accidently slipped, directing the ball however making it airborne, making the blonde raise his leg in the air to receive it and then planting his foot a good distance a way from the other, and in that exact moment Dele stole the ball and slipped  it in between 'the champions’ legs, leaving Eric with the cutest shocked-sad reaction.

  “So how many points is that, Direwolf? 4? 5? That stunned look on your face can result in 3 points singlehandedly.” Dele said oh so confidently and mockingly, which unfortunately was caught by the Argentinean manager.

  “You are not paid more that 70,000 pounds a week to stand around and mock each other! You are paid to be great footballers and role models! NOW GET PLAYING!” yelled Poch, however it didn’t matter how mad the manager was (or maybe it mattered a little bit), Dele was finally able to a) nutmeg someone again b) that someone was Eric and c) stop the relentless mocking coming from the blond and rather change it with respect or at least Eric wouldn’t bring it up at the next few trainings, or maybe he would to achieve his goal, annoying his dark-haired crush.

A/N: So, darling, I chose to do #4 because a whole story popped into my head the moment I read it. There are so many sexual innuendos which I wanted to address but didn’t get a chance to. 😥 However, I really enjoyed writing this and including some of the Spurs squad. HOPE YOU LIKE IT! 💕💕💕 Small dedication to @avsensio for making me think of her while I was writing the french swears. 😘

Lots of love, Elle. Xx ❤❤

[lordlasse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men’s Football RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dele Alli/Eric Dier Characters: Dele Alli, Eric Dier Additional Tags: Graphic description of a panic attack!, tw: panic attack Summary: Let’s just say haunted houses aren’t Dele’s favorite place to be…

Deledier one shot I wrote after rewatching the haunted house video with Dele and Jack Whitehall! Hope you guys enjoy! Love, 💕✨ 

@disappointment-fc @baby-winksy 

[dierwolves]

i need british help

so guys, I'm writing this deledier fanfic but I've got a problem,,, could someone pls explain to me how do english people celebrate christmas??? like, where do you leave the presents, when do you open the presents etc etc

thanks!!!

[amethyst-fox-jv]

Okay the Deledier fic I'm writing started out as a one shot following the Newcastle game. Then the Chelsea game happened and @ayerlind pointed out that it will probably have to have a second chapter to cover the fallout from that. Now I'm thinking there'll have to be a third 😅😍

[outrunningthedark]

after the recent Eric Hangs With Spanish Influencer Crew episode that culminated in the tattoo debacle, i do have a bit of a headache. i follow your blog coz i agree w your view on deledier & the boys & i feel for them. the shit they go through. it's hellish. i was also thinking that dele holds a lot of power in this relationship. not sure why, i was not consciously thinking about it. but as we travelled the rocky road of lockdown, insta live, ibiza interview, haribo, & actual ibiza, it hit me?

👋🏼👋🏼 Hello, nonnie!

I am very much a “wait and see” type when it comes to stunting because I can’t know what tricks big bro or Eric have up their sleeves, but even I will admit that, though I didn’t expect to see any of the Spurs crew together (at least not with both boys included), Ibiza girl and her gang re-emerging from the shadows was one hell of a shock. The het side of the fandom had collectively agreed Eric found a blonde socialite to spend time with and... then he “goes back” to two women who should have been old news and they’re still trying to bed him. As I said yesterday, were it known to them Eric was taken by another woman, the antics wouldn’t have gone that far. And, ofc, despite what some fans want to tell themselves about Eric, every “friend” he has does not get treated the same as Markus, or Pedro, or Laura. Not everyone can be trusted. So. If there’s another man in the equation (you know my opinion) it’s best that 20-somethings he sees on rare occasion who like to clearly “have a good time” remain in the dark. If they’re getting “I will fuck Eric” tatts while drunk, I’d hate to think how loose their lips can be 🤐

I’m sure it’s no accident Eric fell off the radar all day and night. Those dudes (meaning his brother and friend also) probably had quite a few people mad and confused. (Friendly reminder: Eric’s father is heavily involved in his career and has taught Eric how to protect his image.)

Now, for your second point - Dele holds the power in their dynamic - I believe you mean he calls more shots/sets the tone? 💯💯 TOTALLY!!! It’s one of my favorite things about their relationship 😩

There have been several times where a Dele Dier moment we scream over was caused or encouraged by our kiddo: “Danny hurts my feelings sometimes”, giving Eric his shirt and seeking him out for a proper hug after Colombia, the minute he said “Netflix and chillin” changed the course of Gogglebox (never mind openly cuddling with him in the pic we will never forget), he *let* Eric hump him in public after Ajax, he checked on his bestie the first match after Norwich, gave him a tummy tap and placed his hand on Eric’s back for that split second.

Let’s move on to the bigger “signs”: Dele got the ball rolling with his quiz story. The insta live was his idea. In the insta live he said “we can argue any of them, you’re gonna lose the argument” which, uh, shows who has the upper hand in private 😳😂, “Eric cooks for me” (he’s made this known twice now) is not just about “proving” they’re together more often than we can ever know. It’s a statement on Eric taking care of him the way he has from the jump. And OF COURSE. Haribo clip!!! Not only does Dele silently walk up to Eric from behind, he directs the gummy to his mouth rather than hold the bag out or place it in Eric’s hand. As he walks away, clearly pleased with himself (that subtle glint in Eric’s eyes. I hate it.) he doesn’t shy away from the camera, oh no. He looks directly at it. People keep harping on about Eric’s BDE, but his man just might have him beat. Remember when Eric said he’d steal Dele’s fearlessness if he could? I can see why.

[leclerc-xo]

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

31 Days of Deledier - Day 3 

Here it is!! I am sorry its so late again but this turned into something far longer than I planned. As I mentioned earlier, I really wanted to do something based around the Colombia game and this is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy it!

***

“Eric Dier places the ball on the spot. And England win on penalties. History in itself!” 

Dele scrolled his thumb along the bottom of the screen, watching the red bar scroll back to the beginning of the video. He pressed play and chewed on the collar of his top as he watched Eric slot that ball home again. He closed the video and carried on scrolling through the hashtag on twitter, amazed as he saw video after video of fans celebrating back home. Beer being thrown everywhere, bodies thronging in a tangled mess of exhilaration. Dele laughed as he watched a guy jump on top of his friends, their faces wide with happiness as they all crumpled to the floor. 

They’d done that. They’d created those scenes. They’d won a fucking penalty shootout. 

He still couldn’t quite believe it. Every time he watched Pickford make that save and then Eric score his stomach lurched. It was as though he was expecting to hit upon a video that showed something different. That he’d find one and his heart would sink because he’d watch Bacca score and Eric miss and the reality of it all would come crashing down on him. 

But that wasn’t going to happen. Because it was real. He’d been a spectator, stood with his arms around his team mates in front of the bench. Every time on of the lads had walked up to the spot he felt his heart pound and his pulse race. He stared at the goal, urging with every fibre of his being for them to score. When Hendo’s was saved his legs had wobbled beneath him and that familiar sense of dread had hovered over him. 

He found another video and pressed play. It was by a fan, shot from behind the goal and Dele’s skin prickled as he remembered the noise from the stadium. It might as well have been an away game. The Colombia fans had outnumbered the English in vast quantities and the whistles every time an England player had stepped up had been deafening. He watched Pickford’s save again, that left hand rising and smacking the ball away. He chuckled at his celebration and then his heart clenched in his chest. 

He’d seen it probably fifty times now, maybe more. But every time he found a new angle and he watched as Eric walked forwards and placed the ball on the spot his heart swelled and his chest felt tight. He could feel the heat, hear the cacophony of the stadium ringing in his ears and he remembered almost keeling over with the need for Eric to score. 

And he’d done it. And then there was chaos, people running and jumping and shouting. His thigh had protested as he ran onto he pitch, pulse roaring in his ears as he’d joined his team mates streaming across the grass. All he’d wanted to do was to get to Eric. 

Get to Eric and kiss him. 

Even now, hours after, his cheeks burned as he remembered the thought entering his head. He’d finally got to the other side of the pitch and he’d skirted round the edge of the group, searching for Eric. When he’d finally laid his hands on him, Eric’s skin slick with sweat, the urge to grab him and pull their mouths together had almost overwhelmed him. 

He closed the video and swiped his thumb over the screen to close Twitter. His eyes burned at the brightness of his screen and he looked at the time. 3:50am. He knew he should probably try and get some sleep but the adrenaline from the match was still coursing through his veins and every time he’d tried to close his eyes he couldn’t get Eric out of his head. 

Eric. Eric. Eric. 

The name beat a steady rhythm alongside his heartbeat and Dele dug his fingernails into his palms. He’d had these types of thoughts before but they’d been fleeting. In the past he’d put it down to the nature of their friendship and how close they were. 

But out here in Russia, things had started to feel different. He didn’t know if it was the press of Eric’s thigh against his during their coach rides or the way those blue eyes always found his when someone made a joke Eric knew he’d find funny. Maybe it was the new tightness in his chest whenever Eric walked around the changing room, his toned body on show and the tingling sensation it caused crawling across his skin. It definitely had something to do with the way his stomach had sank when he’d learned they were going to be sleeping in separate hotel rooms for most of the trip. 

Dele sighed and tapped his fingers on his phone screen. He wondered whether anyone else on the team was having trouble sleeping. He scoffed as he recalled Jack, Picks and Maguire sneaking off with their partners back to the family hotel. Definitely not much sleeping going on there. An image of Eric, lay in his hotel room flitted across Dele’s vision and he bit his lip. Was he awake? Was he replaying videos of his winning penalty over and over? Was he thinking about Dele? 

He unlocked his phone again and opened up Whatsapp. Eric’s name was third on the list, under Harry and Sally. He pressed on his name and their chat history opened up. He rubbed his thumb across the screen and reread the conversation they’d had only a few hours before. 

You: I hate this hotel. 

Diet: Are you moaning about being on your own again? 

You: Yes. It’s stupid. 

Diet: Del, its 2am please go to sleep. 

The time stamps on the messages indicated a break in their conversation and it picked back up again half an hour later. 

Diet: We fucking did it Delboy. 

You: Some of us are trying to sleep you know. 

Diet: Oh fuck off. 

Another break, ten minutes this time.

You: You did it. 

Diet: We did it Del, together. 

A warmth spread through Dele’s chest as he reread the last message. He knew Eric had meant the whole team, that he was talking about how good they all worked as a unit. But he allowed a tiny part of himself to imagine that Eric was talking about the two of them, just them and no-one else. 

He pressed on the new message box and the keypad popped up. His thumbs hovered for a few seconds and he tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling. If he messaged Eric now what was he expecting? What was he hoping for? He chewed on his bottom lip and looked back down at his phone. 

You: You up?

He hit the send button and dropped the phone down on his chest. For some reason his pulse was racing and his breathing was uneven. Talking to Eric at an ungodly hour wasn’t a new thing. There had been plenty of times when they’d stayed up talking, eyes straining with tiredness until one of them would admit defeat and say goodnight first. His phone vibrated and he turned it over, glancing at the notification on the lock screen. 

Diet: I am now. Was that a booty text? 

Dele’s heart thumped in his chest and he scrambled up into a sitting position and opened his phone. 

Diet: Was it meant for someone else? 

The second message hadn’t shown up initially and Dele’s stomach did a weird flip as he read them both together. He cradled the phone between his fingers and stared down at the screen. 

He typed out ‘do you want it to be?’ before quickly deleting it. Normally he’d just pass it off as a joke, send what he’d just typed and then laugh as the banter started flying back and forth between them. He didn’t know what to do with the split second of hope that had spiked in his chest when he’d read that first message. He didn’t know how to acknowledge the growing ache in his stomach as Eric continued to crowd in on every thought he had. 

You: Can I come to your room? 

Diet: You do realise what time it is?

Diet: I’ll put the door on latch. 

There’d been barely three seconds between Eric’s two messages and he smiled as he pictured him pushing himself up from his bed and ambling sleepily over to the door. Dele told Eric he’d be a couple of minutes and threw his phone down next to him on the bed. 

He couldn’t sleep. That’s why he was going to Eric’s room. It was only like when they normally shared one and they ended up in the same bed, sharing memes and laughing at stupid videos. The memory of waking up in a cold hotel room in some random city floats across his mind and he takes a deep breath in as he remembers the weight of an arm across his midriff, blond hair golden in the early morning sun. 

It’s just them. Diet and Delboy, nothing has changed. 

***

As soon as he pushed open the door to Eric’s room and spotted him lying on his bed, wearing nothing but his boxers, Dele knew that he was wrong. His pulse had started racing and he’d felt heat bloom in his cheeks and he cursed himself for how utterly, utterly wrong he had been. The door woodshed closed behind him and Eric shifted, his head turning on the pillow he was leaning against. Dele’s hands were in his pockets and he pinched the skin of his thighs. 

“Del,” Eric said, raising his eyebrows at him. Dele snapped his eyes to Eric and forced a smile on to his face. The low glow from Eric’s phone was illuminating his face and Dele inclined his head towards it as he walked forwards. “You think you’ve seen them all yet?” he asked, knowing that Eric was doing exactly the same as he’d been. A grin danced across Eric’s face and Dele’s heart contracted at how happy he looked. He dropped himself down on the bed and he made a conscious effort to stay near the edge, leaving a noticeable gap between them. Eric thumbs were working furiously across his screen and Dele arched his neck slightly so he could get a look. 

“Still doesn’t feel real does it? That we actually did it? Have you seen the one in London? All of those people, all of that beer. It’s mad.” 

Eric was speaking quickly, words tripping over themselves and Dele watched his lips, catching every single one. He always got like this when he was excited or happy. There were times after a win when Dele had to remind him to slow down, laughing as the lilt of a Portuguese accent started to lace his voice. Eric was normally so stoic, calm and measured that seeing him so hyped up made Dele wish he could win every game, just for him. He shifted over slightly, swallowing as he narrowed the gap between them on the mattress by a few more inches. 

“Look, look at this one. It’s some pub in the Midlands. The staff are on the bar. They all start singing It’s Coming Home at the end. Is it Del? Do you think it is?” There it was again, the accent, the rushed need to say everything at the same time. The crinkles around his eyes as he smiled, those blue eyes twinkling. Dele smiled, wider this time and he nodded his head. Eric let out a low laugh and went back to looking at his phone. Dele watched as he hit play on another video, the commentary from the game filling the silence. He scooted over, erasing another bit of space and Eric angled his phone so that they could both see. Dele focused on it for a few seconds but his eyes drifted back up to Eric’s face and he watched as Eric beamed, the pride he felt at what they had done, what he had done, written all over his face. 

Dele wanted to bottle it, this moment. He wanted to capture it and store it away. He wanted to be able to tell Eric that every time he had to pick him up off the floor after a loss, every time he caught him searching his name on twitter after a bad game, every time he had to sit next to him in stoney silence because he’d disappeared inside his own head again that none of that mattered. He wanted to be able to show Eric the way he looked now, so that he’d never doubt himself again. And he wanted it for himself. He wanted to be able to delve into his memories and when he thought about the Colombia game and he wanted to be able to picture this moment, frame by frame. He wanted Eric, smiling and happy and proud of himself to be the thing that he remembered. 

Eric waved a hand in front of his face breaking up Dele’s thoughts. “Earth to Delboy,” he said pushing him on the shoulder. Dele’s skin burned at the contact and he had to look away from Eric’s stare. Eric place a hand back on his shoulder and Dele felt his pulse quicken. “Del, why are you here?” he asked, leaning in to try and catch his eye. Dele shrugged his shoulders in response and something changed in Eric’s expression. He’d clearly been expecting some sort of sarcastic response, a dig about making sure Eric’s ego didn’t get too big. Dele scrambled around his brain for something to say, anything that would change that look on Eric’s face and dispel the tension that was building between them. 

“I told you this hotel is stupid. Why do we even need separate rooms.” 

It wasn’t what he’d planned to say but the words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. His heart was hammering against his chest and he was sure Eric would be able to hear the rhythm it was beating against his ribcage. There was a pause and Dele thought about what excuse he could use to leave. But then Eric tugged on his arm and started to pull the thin white cover down from underneath him. Dele scrunched his face up as Eric tugged his arm again. 

“So essentially you’ve come to my room and woke me up at 4am, to cuddle?” Eric asked his lips pulled up in a smile. Panic ballooned in Dele’s chest but he smiled and flipped Eric the finger. “What’s up can’t you sleep without me?” Eric teased again. 

“I was worried you’d be scared of the monster under the bed again.”

“That was one nightmare and you still will not let that go.”

“It happened twice actually, in two separate hotels. I recall it being you who needed a cuddle then.”

Eric threw his pillow at him and Dele laughed, the panic subsiding. This was good, this was normal. They were best friends. Best friends who happened to have made a habit out of sharing hotel beds, but that was beside the point. Eric pulled on the sheet again and Dele lifted his hips this time, allowing it to be pulled from underneath him. 

“Come on then. It’s nearly five in the morning,” Eric muttered, throwing the sheet over Dele’s legs. He shuffled around, lowering himself down until he was lying on his back, head propped up with a few pillows. Dele began to move slowly, turning around to pull at the pillows on his side of the bed. Eric kicked one leg over the top of the sheet and turned onto his side, facing inwards towards him. “Since when do you sleep in shorts?” Eric asked, tugging at the material on Dele’s right leg. God it really wasn’t normal for your best friend to know you didn’t normally sleep in shorts. 

“Bit cold,” he whispered, the excuse sounding weak. Eric laughed and it looked as if he was about to say something when his phone pinged. Dele let out a breath as Eric turned away from him and picked up his phone. “One last video before we go to sleep? We’ve both been tagged in this one,” Eric told him, rolling onto his back and turning his phone round so the video filled the screen. Dele’s chest burned as a topless Eric walked into view. He was talking behind his hand to Slabhead and Jack was trialing behind them. They walked a few more paces before both Jack and Harry started pointing at something across the pitch. 

Dele knew what was coming and he felt the air rush out of his lungs. He saw himself come into view and he cringed a little as video Dele did a small little run up before chucking himself at Eric. Eric had caught him, one hand snaking around his waist, the other resting underneath him. Dele could still feel the heat from that hand, holding him up, fingers brushing the top of his thigh. Eric had held him like that as if it were the most natural thing in the world but looking at it now made Dele’s stomach flutter. He’d still been thinking about kissing him at that point and the fact Eric had insisted on parading round with no shirt on had not helped matters.  

“The caption on the video says bromance still going strong,” Eric told him, giggling a little before locking his phone. Dele couldn’t respond, instead he just stared at expanse of mattress that lay between them. Eric rolled over to face the other way, placing his phone down on the bedside table. “Right, I think we really should get some sleep now Del,” he said, his voice soft around the edges. He settled down with his back to Dele and it struck him how domestic it felt.

Eric had never once told Dele that he couldn’t share a bed with him. He hadn’t even balked the first time it had happened. Dele had been cold and homesick and he hadn’t been able to stop the small sob from escaping the back of his throat. Eric had got up out of his own bed, walked over to his and slipped under the covers. They hadn’t touched or cuddled, Eric had simply just lay next to him, a solid reassuring presence that had allowed Dele to drift off to sleep. By now it had just become routine. He lay in the darkness, watching Eric’s shoulder rise and fall with his breathing and he thought about       the time Eric hadn’t gone with the team because of injury and how empty that bed had felt. He’d become so used to having Eric there, hearing the soft sound his breathing and feeling the warmth of his body. 

But it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t just because of the physical presence or because it had become a habit neither of them seemed bothered to break. No, somewhere along the way, amongst all the hotel rooms they’d shared, the beds that they’d slept in, the whispered conversations they’d had in the early hours sharing things they never would have otherwise something had happened. Something had changed.

“I wanted to kiss you.” 

His voice was quiet and Dele wouldn’t have believed he’d said the words out loud if he hadn’t seen Eric’s back stiffen. He didn’t move and Dele swallowed around the lump in his throat. His heart was racing but his mouth was too full with words and he could feel his body shaking as he shuffled forwards. Eric moved his head slightly to the side but stayed silent and Dele took a deep breath. He lifted himself off the mattress, just enough to move easily. He came to rest an inch away from Eric, his head level with the slope of his shoulders. 

“I wanted to kiss you on the pitch earlier. I wanted to kiss you when I messaged you asking if you were still awake. I wanted to kiss you when I opened the door. Fuck Eric I think I’ve wanted to kiss since the moment you climbed into my bed back in 2016.” 

The words were coming thick and fast and as he told Eric what had been eating away at his insides for far longer than even he had realised he lowered his head, bringing it to rest between Eric’s shoulder blades. 

“I want to kiss you now.” He whispered the words against Eric’s skin and he felt goosebumps rise as his breath caressed his back. The bridge of his nose was resting on Eric’s spine and he felt it move as Eric shifted slightly. A jolt went through him as Eric reached back and wrapped his fingers around Dele’s wrist, not letting go as he rolled over. Their eyes met and Dele felt like he couldn’t breath. Eric released the grip and bought his hand up to cup Dele’s face. He dragged his thumb across his cheekbone and Dele’s pulse roared in his ears. The air was thick around them and Dele licked his bottom lip as Eric’s gaze fell to his mouth. He raised his hand and mirrored Eric’s actions, the coarse hairs on his jaw rubbing against his palm. 

They were standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering dangerously, the threat of a fall hanging over them. Dele tilted his head to the side slightly, lips parting. It was a small movement but Eric responded by moving closer, the warmth of his breath tickling Dele’s chin. They stared at each other, a million reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this passing silently between them. A million reasons why they should let go and turn over, go to sleep and act like it never happened. A million reasons why this could ruin everything.

“I wanted to kiss you too.” 

Their lips met and it was tentative and slow. A small peck and another one and then it was deeper, more urgent. Dele sighed into Eric’s mouth and his tongue danced along his bottom lip and he thought he’d never feel this way again.

There were a million reasons why they should stop and Dele pulled away, eyes serching Eric’s face. A million reasons that would crowd in on them tomorrow morning. But for now there was one reason why Dele didn’t care and it was wrapped up in those eyes, that voice and the feel of that body beneath his hands. He bit his lip and Eric pulled him back in and Dele marvelled at how perfectly they seem to fit together. 

They were standing at the edge of a precipice and as Eric wrapped his arm around Dele’s waist and pulled him on top of him all he could think about was how much he was going to enjoy the fall. 

[asensihoe]

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chelix:

okay, i ship it

volim te (+ bartra/durm)

(don’t speak the language) but your booty don’t need explaining (+bartra/durm)

how to save a life

sing to me

meyretzka:

i just wanna hold ya

i won’t shed a tear (just as long as you stay by me)

gummy bears and tall strangers

götzeus:

little talks

toni/lucas:

another love

neyfinha:

mi princesa

deledier:

all our favourite conversations

julshua:

sweater weather 

[softestziam]

Parent Deledier! All my baby fever can be linked right back to your fic 🥰 and I wish it got more love because it definitely deserves it - it covers it all! The fluff, the milestones but also the angst and some situations which are all too real unfortunately. One of my favourite fics 🥰

You are far too kind, Emma. I wish I could go back to the delight I have when I’m writing about them. Explore Gavin more because I have so many plans for him and little Fay as well. A fic that started as an idea to be little one shots of them and Fay turned into something cathartic.

[allexiaputellas]

i just really writted this 1k words one shot....and its four in the morning omg i should go sleep

ps. its deledier one, bcs i love my babies and i love gays

[clarespace]

@tee: i was just about to sleep and saw the update on my dash and got a sudden burst of adrenaline!!! and i do agree 100%, i thought that about dele this entire time, too, especially how oddly quiet his ig has been? no stories, not much updates aside from his goals and clothing label...

and i especially love how the official spurs ig decided to announce/welcome eric back with a deledier pic. i mean, they could have gone with a solo eric shot but noooooo they wanted the deledier and i am not complaining one bit, nope! i was quite down today but this brought a smile to my face and now that i’ve seen with my own two eyes that eric is healthy and happy, i can hopefully write that pwp i’ve been thinking about since christmas XD

also I am highkey expecting Things™️ on eric’s birthday and lowkey expecting to be disappointed 😂

[petri-cheers]

Rules: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

Tagged by: @berndlenhoe. thank you <3

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ • I wear glasses/contacts • I have blond hair • I wear sweatshirts a lot • I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing • I have one or more piercings •I have green eyes • I have dyed or highlighted my hair • I have gotten plastic surgery • I have or had braces • I sunburn easily • I have freckles • I paint my nails • I typically wear make-up • I don’t often smile • I am pleased with how I look • I prefer Nike to Adidas • I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport • I can play an instrument • I am artistic • I know more than one language • I have won a trophy in some sort of competition • I can cook or bake without a recipe • I know how to swim • I enjoy writing • I can do origami • I prefer movies to TV shows • I can execute a perfect somersault • I enjoy singing • I could survive in the wild on my own • I have read a new book series this year • I enjoy spending time with friends • I travel during school or work breaks • I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss • I have gotten drunk • I have told a crush I like them• I have travelled outside of the country • I have flown on an airplane • I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours • I have had a near-death experience • I have caught something on fire • I have performed in a talent show • I have shot a gun • I have been on TV • I have gone scuba diving • I have broken a bone • I have slow-danced • I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship • I have been single for over a year • I have a crush • I have a best friend • I have known a friend for over ten years • My parents are together • I have a brother • I have dated my best friend • I am adopted • My crush has confessed to me • I have had a long-distance relationship • I am an only child • I give advice to my friends • I have made an online friend•I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell • I have watched the sun rise • I enjoy rainy days • I have slept under the stars • I meditate outside • the sound of chirping calms me • I enjoy the smell of the beach • I know what snow tastes like • I listen to music to fall asleep • I enjoy thunderstorms • I enjoy cloud watching • I have attended a bonfire • I pay close attention to colours • I find mystery in the ocean • I enjoy hiking on nature paths • winter is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle • I am the mom friend • I live by a certain quote • I like the smell of Sharpies • I am involved in extracurricular activities • I enjoy Mexican food • I can drive stick-shift • I have memorized an entire song in a day • I believe in true love • I dream up scenarios to fall asleep • I sing in the shower • I wish I lived in a video game • I have a canopy above my bed • I am multi-racial • I am a redhead • I own at least three dogs • I am LGBT+

I tag: @normalplaces; @football-licious; @usmntpulisic; @eafay70; @mario-hotze; @simevrsaljko; @deledier; @bitchfc; @lahmm

[virgyvandijk]

i had to let you know that i wasn’t gonna read your deledier fic cause dom/sub isn’t usually my thing (i know, i know), but since i’ve enjoyed everything else you’ve written i gave it a shot and, well ... i’ve read it five times so far lmao. as well written as the sex stuff was, i must say my fave thing was being able to FEEL how much they love&trust one another. it was intense! thank you so much for sharing it with us 🤗💕

ahh thank you so much for this ask, it’s lovely!!! i think the dom/sub stuff was very light and i was a bit hesitant to tag it, but i’m aware that some people don’t like stuff like that at all. i’m really glad you liked it

[ao3feed-football]

Si tuviéramos hijos...

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lhpgmE

by TsubasaAiru

Pequeños one-shots/drabbles si Deledier fueran padres.

Words: 784, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: Football RPF, Tottenham Hotspur Football Club

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eric Dier, Dele Alli, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Dele Alli/Eric Dier

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Parenthood

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lhpgmE

[leclerc-xo]

Right then lads and ladies, I’ve had a MAD idea.

Camp Nano takes place in July and the challenge is to write 50k words in a month. This is the first time in an absolute age where I feel like I could actually do it. So my idea is this...

31 days of Deledier

Every day throughout the month of July I will post Deledier related writing content. It could be a prompt fill, a fic update or a one shot. I’m still working out the logistics fully but essentially I am just going to aim to write something everyday.

I’m going to count up how many prompts I currently have waiting to be filled and then probably ask for more to fill up the days. I’ll end up with more than I need but that’s a good thing as it will give me options.

Please don’t send me prompts until I ask for them.

Also could you like this post if this is something you’d look forward to from me as it will give me an indication of interest.

Not sure if I’ll be able to actually pull this off but I’m gonna give it a go!

[leclerc-xo]

4,12,21,40, 48 ❤️

4) What is your favourite genre to write for? ANGST (surprise) I kind of answered why in a previous ask but I just love it. Always have, always will. I blame it on my introduction to fanfic being Dramione tbh. I just love being able to spend paragraph upon paragraph exploring emotions and getting right into the heart of how someone is feeling. 

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why? Already answered :)

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire? @cefhclwords @sendinthehuskies @softestziam @mondaycarmen - I admire all of them and their amazing talent. Every single on of them has their own unique voice. Laura, you do those little moments SO WELL. The touch of a hand or the way you describe the setting so that I feel like I am there. And you get the boys dialogue spot on as well. Everyone should read Allana’s fics if they want a masterclass in pacing, smut and characterisation. Whenever I read anything by her, even just a one shot, its like she creates a whole universe in only a few thousand words. Lisa is the queen of parent deledier and her latest angsty one was a revelation. Her dialogue is always on point and  the way she writes the little interactions between the boys makes my heart squeeze. And Carmen is another who just seems to have such a ‘voice’ with Deledier. The one she wrote with them explaining their relationship in a youtube video was AMAZING and such a feat, she always has unique ideas and pulls them off superbly. 

40) Do people know you write fanfiction? There’s obviously the people I know from football tumblr. I also have some old friends from a Harry Potter  forum I used to live on from around 2010-2013, I don't speak to them often but I say Hi every now and then. I also have so IRL friends who write fanfic, mainly HP fanfic. I have an author friend that used to write Wicked fic as well. 

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? Hotel room Deledier. Bloody love it. 

[leclerc-xo]

Putting it right...

Link to part one ^^^^

The sun was beating down on the training field and the thwack of several footballs being booted around filled the air. Over on one side of the pitch Danny and Trippz were arguing about something, their arms gesticulating widely towards a small goal. H and Hugo were doing shooting practice on the far side and every so often a shout of ‘good save’ or ‘what a shot’ punctured the silence.

Dele had just finished a one on one training session. Part of his conditioning for the light thigh strain he’d picked up during a preseason friendly. He was sat down at the edge of the small training pitch, stretching his hamstrings. His body felt good, like it was finally prepared for the start of the new season. The physio was pleased with him and today’s session had cleared him to rejoin first team training.

Yeah, his body felt good but everything else? That needed some work. It had been three weeks. Three weeks since he’d got in his car and driven off, his heart burning in his chest. Three weeks since his world had caved in. Three weeks since he’d last seen the one person he’d not gone a day without speaking to for nearly four years.

The others were worried about him. He could see it in their furtive glances, the way conversations sometimes hushed when he walked into a room. All of them had tried to talk to him about it at some point, trying to console him or tell him it would all be alright. H had even appeared at his house one night after training. Dele had opened the door and H had walked inside before he could shut it again.

“We need our guy back Del, the dressing room isn’t the same without your antics.”

Dele had just nodded, staring off into the distance. He knew Harry was right. Dele was normally one of the ones who lightened the mood, with his nutmegs and his silly challenges in the changing rooms. And he had tried. He’d told himself that everything would be fine if he just carried on as if nothing had happened.

But he couldn’t do it. Not when he automatically searched for a pair of blues eyes every time something funny happened, when his lips started to curve around his name every time he wanted someone to back his corner. Everything always came back to him. So Dele had stopped. He turned up for training, did his bit and went home.

The memories chased him there as well. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, the ghost of a touch lingering between his shoulder blades. He’d pull another oversized top out of his wardrobe, find another stupid hat.

He was everywhere. They were everywhere. The little things that told the story of the risk they’d taken haunted Dele. The toothbrush, the underwear in the drawer, the Portugeuse songs on his playlist. All of it made him want to shut himself away.

Dele shook his head and leaned over to grab his water bottle, banishing the thoughts from his mind. His heart might be broken but he still had a job to do and he couldn’t let anything jeopardise that. If that meant disconnecting from everything and just focusing on the football then so be it. He pushed himself up from the grass and made his way over to the changing room.

The chill of the air con made him shiver as he walked inside, goosebumps raising along his arms. He turned a corner, the main area of the changing room opening up before him and the bottom fell out of his world.

Eric was stood with his back to the room, facing his locker. He was wearing his own clothes, a faded pair of jeans and white t-shirt that pulled over the muscles on his shoulders. Dele’s heart contracted as he noticed the sun kissed hue to his skin. He shook his head, backing away. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t watch as Eric collected his stuff. A sudden clatter crashed around the room and Dele cursed himself as looked down at the shoe rack he’d bumped into.

Eric stiffened and started to turn round. Dele’s heart hammered in his chest. Their eyes locked and Dele felt as though the air had been sucked out of him. Eric looked good. His hair was longer, the tan accentuating how blond he was. He’d obviously been training hard, his t-shirt tight enough to draw attention to just how toned he was. Dele wondered for a brief second what Eric must be thinking of him but the thought was gone the instant Eric took a step forward.

“Del,” the sound of his name almost made Dele come undone and he looked away, tears pricking the back of his eyes.

“You couldn’t just get your stuff sent over to you?” he asked his voice thick, an angry edge to his tone. Eric sighed, taking another step forward.

Dele stepped back, keeping the distance between them. He shook his head, holding his hands up. “No you know what I’m not doing this.” He turned around and started to walk away, fighting every instinct he had to look over his shoulder.

“I’m not here to collect my stuff.”

Eric’s voice was small and uneven. Dele stopped but didn’t turn round. He waited, not daring to acknowledge the hope roaring in his veins.

“It’s off. The deal.”

Dele clenched his hands into fists and turned round. His eyes locked with Eric’s, the sharp retort about Sporting not wanting him dying on his tongue. Eric took another step forward and this time Dele stayed still. His body burned with the need to reach out and touch Eric, to make sure he was real and that this wasn’t another one of his daydreams.

“I got out there and it just felt wrong. I kept thinking about what I’d given up here. The team, the gaffer, the Premier League,” Eric filled the void between them with words, rubbing his neck and looking down at the floor.

“And you,” he snapped his head up as he spoke, his blue eyes sparkling as he closed the gap between them. Eric tentatively lifted his hands so we’re cupping Dele’s face and Dele forgot what it was to breath.

“I’m so sorry Del, I’m sorry I left you.”

The desperation in his voice made Dele’s stomach lurch. He lifted his hands up, grabbing Eric’s neck and pulled him forwards.

Their lips met and it was rough and painful and it was like coming home. It was the stolen kiss in the dressing room after the Nations League final. It was the night after in their hotel room as they explored each other’s bodies. It was Eric dropping to his knees and Dele thinking he’d never feel this good again. It was the morning that Dele had rolled over and whispered to Eric that he wanted him to fuck him. And it was the day Eric had said he was leaving and Dele had felt everything they could have had slip through his fingers. It was all of those moments and it was also just one.

Dele pulled back and gripped the back of Eric’s neck. Eric didn’t flinch at the pressure, he just stared at Dele, waiting.

“You’re back?”

“Yes.”

“You fucking broke my heart,”

“I know. I know I did.”

“You can’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

“You promise?”

Eric nodded and Dele shook his head. “How can I believe you?” He needed to hear him say it. Needed to believe that Eric wasn’t going to just turn around and walk back out of his life. Eric bit his lip and wrapped his arms around Dele’s waist. He pulled him in close and Dele shivered as his breath caressed his ear.

“Because I love you Dele and I’m never going to walk away from you ever again.”