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eatsleepbreathefutbol · 3 months

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Am I not that important?

You and Dele had been in an on and off relationship for at least three years. Every time you were off you noticed Dele always had one specific girl he would "rebound" with.

You found out about her a couple months ago, and you didn't let it bother you since you guys are technically not together when he "rebounds" with her. But the weird thing is he still texts with her while you guys are together.

Dele, you and your group of mutual friends went out because it had been a while since you guys went out. You and the girls were talking about how you guys wanted to get drunk like the good ole days. You were several tequila and Red Bulls in, so you were vibing with the music. You and the girls were on the dance floor because they had started playing Kiss Me Thru The Phone by Soulja Boy, but you were wanting to be with Dele but the guys were still in the vip area sitting on the sofa just vibing. You looked over to the group and Dele is looking down at his phone.

This immediately made you mad because he's probably texting that bitch again. So you went to the bar to get another drink to ignore the fact that it might be a possibility.

Dele looked up from the phone to see you ordering another drink, so he made a beeline to you...he stood behind you with his arms around your waist. You wanted to enjoy the moment but you being drunk and mad you pushed his hands off of you, walked away when the bartender gave you your drink. Dele followed you to where your friends were, and was trying to dance with you but you got frustrated and went back to the VIP area to sit.

Of course Dele followed you back, and you just frustratingly tell him to leave you alone. Dele is annoyed, and whispers into your ear "Babe what the hell? What did I do to you? I'm here trying to have fun with you but you keep brushing me off and I am starting to get annoyed". You got up to walk away but Dele grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the bathroom.

Dele locked the door to the bathroom, "tell me what the fuck the problem is, because all I have done has been trying to be with you". You basically inhaled the rest of your drink before you start speaking, "well Dele I know you keep texting that bitch Lucy while we're in a relationship but I thought she was only a bitch you rebound with. Like I was dancing with the girls and when I try to look for you, I see you looking at your phone instead of having fun! If you're going to fucking go out to be on your phone the majority of the time what the hell is the point of going out if you're not going to have fun with your freaking friends!" Dele rolled his eyes, you grabbed his face, "I swear if you roll your eyes at me and tell me I'm crazy, I swear I will walk out of here" Dele slapped your hand away from his face.

Dele was frustrated at this point "you're too drunk let's go home, we better not cause a scene cause I don't want the paps to have something to write about". You started fuming at this point, "oh so you care more about what the public thinks than what I think, you're so fucking selfish because last time I checked you were in a relationship with me and having issues with me and not the stupid paps or fans. Like I am confused about how me being drunk has anything to do with this, I came out to have fun and not see my boyfriend text his side piece while dating me and telling me that he loves me." Dele tries to walk out the door, but you stopped him "y/n literally let me out of the bathroom because I don't want to argue" "really Dele you don't want to argue, well admit that you're not fully committed to this relationship and that you keep texting that bitch Lucy" If looks could kill you would be dead with the stare Dele was giving you, "I don't know why I have to admit to something I am not even fucking doing y/n!" Your eyes start tearing up, and you start walking out the bathroom.

You did a beeline to the bartender for another drink, this time halfway there Dele stood in front of you "babe it's time to go home, you don't need more to drink. Let's get you home" you push past him and go to the bar flagging the bartender down and ordering a double tequila. Dele rolled his eyes and went to sit down with the boys, after you take your shot you go back to the vip area.

You grab your purse, phone and keys to go back home as you're walking out of the area you feel Dele put his arm around your waist to try and help you to the car. You push his hand off "I'm going to take a cab home, and I'll be sleeping in the guest room", Dele at this point is annoyed "no I came here with you so I am leaving with you and you do whatever you want when we get home but in the morning we are talking" you're drunk self starts pouting and start speed walking to the entrance, while forgetting that Dele was sober so he easily caught up to you.

Dele told the valet to bring the car before you could flag a cab down, he's holding your hand with a firm grip and in the other one he's texting the guys a goodbye since he didn't get to properly do so since he was chasing you down. The car came around and Dele went to the passenger door to open it, but you got into the backseat and you laid down trying to take a nap.

On the drive home Dele is asking if you want to hear a specific song, you request Sobrio by Maluma. It's your favorite song about a breakup, as you're feeling this song you say without hesitating "Am I not that important to you? Like if you love me why do you still talk to her. Because I feel disrespected with the fact that you still talk to her, like if I were to have a rebound that I still talked to, you would flip out and be acting worse than me." Dele sighs frustratingly, "y/n can we drop this, I texted her asking her about something that she went through just to check up on her and I haven't spoken to her since...that was like a month ago" you're looking at Dele's figure, and you feel a tear slip down "but still why do you care about what she's doing or what she's going through if she's not your girlfriend or the 'love of your life' like if she's a side piece it shouldn't matter to you because she shouldn't be that important". You guys get to a red light, and Dele looks at you and looks worried because of the tears in your eyes.

He reaches out to grab your hand to caress it and you reluctantly let him grab it, and you close your eyes to try to soak in the moment before your drunk ass ruins the mood again. The minute the car pulls into the driveway you get out of the car immediately a beeline to the bathroom to throw up from all the liquor, Dele follows behind you to hold your hair and rub your back. As you finish you sit next to him and put your head on his shoulder "God I need to not drink that much ever again, so next time to piss me off Dels" Dele starts to chuckle a little awkwardly "can we move past this like babe I blocked her number and won't talk to her again because I now understand how much it bothers you". You get up to brush your teeth and wash the make up off, when you're done you go to the closet to change into Dele's shirt and then you get into bed.

Dele tries to cuddle and you look up at him then grab his face and kiss him while caressing his neck. You then put your head on his chest, and you close your eyes "I'm sorry for accusing you of not loving me or caring about me babe" you whispered. Dele kissed your forehead and turned the lights off "it's fine we all have a drunk moment, and Im sorry for not understanding you...also for thinking it was ok to talk to her without telling you or thinking about how you'd feel". You both went to sleep at peace knowing that you guys weren't mad at each other anymore.

I hope you guys like it :)

#dele alli imagines #dele alli imagine #football imagines #football imagine #futbol imagines #futbol imagine #soccer imagines #soccer imagine #dele alli

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footballxixstars · 2 years

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Dele

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

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OneShots

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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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

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valentinajadehill · 9 months

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dele alli masterlist

smutty blurbs

tease

fluffy blurbs

sweatshirt cuddles

massage

comfortable

cramps

dad blurbs

mummy's best friend

#dele alli #dele alli x reader #dele alli imagines

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hendolish · 26 days

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England NT Fic Recs ♡

never know where to start for a pairing or you're new to england nt rpf? here's a shameless collection of my favourite fics to give you a head start 🫶🏻 ———

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

soulmate au where you feel everything your soulmate does and can't bear being too far away from each other. they're just so at ease and in love with each other in this. probably my favourite hendolish fic! <3

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know by Lizz_88 (Bluejay00) (68k)

jack's a stripper, jordan's himself. so much more than what it says on the tin! all the characters are super complex and it takes a lot of work for these two to get together (with no shortage of lap dances and smut along the way) <3

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

post-euro 2020 heartbreak jack needs a bit of help coping. jordan's there to offer a helping hand... the smut and dirty talk is 10/10

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

kind of a hendolish classic, jordan puts bratty jack in his place.

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

honestly one of my favourite fics ever, let alone footie-wise. jordan's on a very british all-inclusive holiday at a hotel where john works. the vibes are just immaculate, you can visualise everything so clearly and there's so much depth to their characters!

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

enemies to lovers kinda? john doesn't think much of jordan before the 2018 wc but the further they get in the tournament, the closer they become. amazing characterisation and banter as always.

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

with john's career ended abruptly by an injury, he turns to coaching instead and soon becomes the england u19s manager where he meets the goalkeeper coach, jordan pickford...

your world cup or mine? by Bellelaide (15k)

john goes to sleep at the 2022 wc and wakes up back in 2018 where he and jordan aren't together and barely friends. such an interesting concept and dynamic!

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Jack Grealish/John Stones

The Things We Did and Didn't Do by InTheFicOfIt (series, 104k)

john and jack sleep together in the aftermath of the euros, the following fic explores everything that comes after, including jack moving to man city and their friends finding out. i'm never usually tempted by this pairing but this fic is so damn good! it's written so wonderfully and there's so much of it- i couldn't put it down!

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Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

this fic perfectly encapsulates their vibe for me. the back and forth between the two of them is just delightful and exactly how i imagine them to be together, but it's also as equally sappy! i love these two idiots sm <3

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

ben likes to be watched... 10/10 benaaron characterisation from this author as always.

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

smut with a lot of dirty talk about the other arsenal lads. ben is very complex in this- an interesting take on their relationship!

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

aaron falls in love immediately, ben slowly warms to him. short and sweet.

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Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

always hits me right in the feels. based around liverpool winning the champions league, the writing is so detailed and amazing!!

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Jude Bellingham/Reece James

the sun and the rainfall by ohsusie (series, 6k)

jude asks reece about some of the rumours surrounding him to help him broach a sensitive topic of his own. reece gives him some guidence. they're so sweet in this!

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Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

the classic deledier best friends to lovers 2018 world cup get-together fic. you can't beat it, literally so cute oml.

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Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by yvenger (jjjat3am) (3k)

this one is so much fun hehe, the ~2018 man u squad if they were a sunday league team where jesse's very confident and marcus has a huge crush on him. love the inner dialogue so, so much. ending is super cute!!

i can feel that body shake by princessrosberg (3k)

an england nt night out leads to them getting together and their first time! jesse and marcus characterisations are on point, esp the way they talk to each other <3

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Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

All Good Things... by orphan_account (12k)

their established relationship is so cute in this! post-2018 wc and preparing for the euros, england team banter is perfect.

wished by orphan_account (23k)

gareth is harry's p.e teacher at school. listen… no comment... there's a reason it's the most kudos-ed southkane fic

♡

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alevadalouca · 2 months

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𓏲 * when death says: hello, darling. i respond: fuck it!

CEMRE BAYSEL? não! é apenas ASLIHAN ERSOY, ela é filha de HADES do chalé 13 e tem VINTE E OITO ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há TREZE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, ALLIE é bastante DIVERTIDA mas também dizem que ela é DISSIMULADA mas você sabe como é hefesto, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

habilidades: reflexo e força sobre- humanos. extras: é bissexual e faz parte da equipe de patrulheiros. conselheira do chalé de hades.

alev, a gadanha: como a arma da morte, em sua aparência a gadanha tem a cor toda prateada, mas sua lâmina é composta por pequenas caveiras e descrições sobre a morte. aslihan consegue manipular o tamanho da gadanha através de um pequeno botão em sua base, podendo ter uma arma de cabo longo ou pequeno, assim como, a dividir em duas, mas neste caso, assume o tamanho de uma espada comum. quando não está a utilizando, a arma assume a forma de um bracelete prateado.

manipulação de fogo infernal: é capaz de gerar e controlar chamas extraídas de regiões infernais, podendo utilizá-las como manipuladores de fogo usam chamas comuns, porém com algumas diferenças. por ser um tipo incomum e sobrenatural de fogo, Seu poder destrutivo é consideravelmente superior. aslihan além de conseguir incinerar seus alvos, consegue manipular o fogo para transformá-lo em uma bola explosiva, consegue montar escudos ao seu redor e usá-lo em sua arma, mantendo-o acesso na lâmina. o fogo tem a capacidade de causar dores e tormento, tanto físicos quanto espirituais em seus alvos; um ponto extra do poder, é conseguir reanimar criaturas infernais com o fogo, porém, nunca tentou com pessoas.

maldição de hades: claro que hades não deixaria a filha só sair do submundo, não não. aslihan teve a funcionalidade do seu poder alterado, quando usa em pessoas (que estejam vivas, carne e osso etc) consegue sentir o mesmo que seu alvo. exemplo: se com o fogo do inferno a outra pessoa sente muita dor física, aslihan sente o mesmo; se as dores forem mentais (podendo ser luto, ansiedade, depressão) igualmente.

trigger warning: menção a menor de idade usando drogas.

hades foi facilmente atraído pela mente de esmeray, não somente pelo que percorria na consciência dela, mas pela energia de morte que a rondava. responsável por uma funerária, lidava com cadáveres o tempo todo, no entanto, de forma mórbida, escrevia sobre cada um deles em seu diário, criando vidas e as manipulando com um senso incomum sobre a morte. para aslihan crescer dentre os mortos foi a parte fácil da sua infância, difícil foi perceber a morte se aproximando da própria mãe em forma de câncer: sentia o cheiro, via a áurea. a doença se espalhou rápido, a consumiu em três meses e um pouco mais daqueles dias cruéis, se tornou órfã. ou ao menos, imaginou que fosse.

o luto a transformou, a alegria provinha apenas quando usando drogas, quando cobria o corpo de tatuagens, quando brigava com alguém na rua. tornou-se uma rebelde com causa, e uma noite, em meio a choros e garrafas de vodka esvaziada, a voz de hades se fez presente através de um dos corpos que estavam no subsolo da sua casa, aquele que foi esquecido e tido como indigente. uma voz intensa e nada empática, revelando a verdade para a criança. o deus foi rápido, curto e até grosseiro em dizer a ela que estava correndo perigo, que precisava ir com as crianças que logo bateriam a sua porta e ofereceriam uma saída. a princípio pensou em recusar, afinal, tinha tudo o que desejava: liberdade. mas algo em seu interior, a avisava que já havia vivido muito para um semideus sem treino.

os anos no acampamento foram fáceis, mais uma vez, a parte difícil veio após sua primeira missão em nome do pai. precisava recuperar um objeto em nome de hades, mas veja, perdeu o controle dos próprios poderes e o deus precisou intervir antes que pessoas fossem feridas sem necessidade. dois anos, foi o tempo que passou presa no submundo, comendo do mesmo alimento de cães infernais, sendo tratada como um lixo; tornou-se uma sombra, atormentada por almas que sofriam. naquela oportunidade, percebeu que jamais passaria de um cão para o pai, para os deuses. luke castellan sempre esteve certo em querer acabar com os olimpianos.

allie entrou no acampamento com quinze, a missão foi com vinte e quatro,

fazem dois anos que hades a liberou, mas apenas com a intenção de livrar-se do peso morto.

aslihan odeia o pai, e deixa isso bem claro nas diversas vezes que tentou queimar o chalé.

embora seja uma pessoa que quer que os deuses se acabem, se esforça um pouco no acampamento.

pode ser conhecida pela personalidade rebelde, porém, bem animada quando envolve álcool e drogas.

#* considerando likes para plots !#𓏲 * about. ヽ chaos fire desire the secret of death.

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mandy-yeager · 9 months

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I don't exist without you

Reader x Lucerys brother/lover It's my first imagine I hope you like it

Lucerys was going to make the deal to have allies for the black team he was going alone because Jace was also going to make deals but you had a bad feeling ,Luke was already gone and you were wandering around the dragonstone but the bad feeling that was growing in your chest didn't subside then with your inconsolable mother after the recent discovery of the death of the grandmother , you decided that you were going to follow lucerys just to make sure that everything would go well , but it seems that fate was not on the side of the blacks On the way there started a storm that you wondered where it came from then the tightness in your heart started to become unbearable

Pov: lucerys

My uncle was scaring me with his big vhagar dragon that I didn't even notice my sister yn a little ahead of me,aemond had a bloodthirsty look, I never wanted to be with my mother and fiancée listening to them talk about dresses, adventures etc.

Pov: Sn

Logo a frente eu vi meu irmão e logo atrás dele estava o dragão do meu tio pelo olhar que ele deu ao meu irmão eu sabia que ele estava determinado a tirar a vida dele, E foi aí que, montado no meu dragão canibal, ele resolve atacar E naquele exato momento parece que meu tio leu minha mente porque ele também se preparou para atacar meu irmão E com isso meu dragão e Aemond colidiram um contra o outro, Lucerys percebeu o que estava acontecendo e se juntou a mim, mesmo sendo dois dragões contra o do meu tio não havia chance de nós naquela luta ,e com o último olhar eu dei ao meu irmão a única pessoa que amei em toda a minha vida não apenas como um irmão um olhar de despedida e adeus para a mandíbula de vhagar Encontrei meu dragão e Lucerys.

Pov: Rhaenyra

eu estava na lareira do meu quarto quando ouvi duas batidas na minha porta quando me virei para encara daemon

“porque essa cara senhor marido”If I had known what he was going to tell me, I wouldn't have asked because it was from there that my world collapsed.

“ Chegou um corvo dizendo que lucerys Parece que no final de tudo realmente SN não nasceu mundo do qual lucerys não existia e o destino quis que eles ficassem juntos para sempre

#lucerys velaryon #Lucerys x leitor #aegon ii #aemond targaryen #Sn #a casa do dragão #daemon targaryen

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28dayslater · 10 months

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dele being forced into talking about all this before he was ready is so vile but there was literally no alternative bc can you even fucking IMAGINE the reaction if the sun or whoever leaked the EVERTON FLOP DELE ALLI IN REHAB SCANDAL article first

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peligrosapop · 1 year

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loool imagine the inly thing you care about is not being able to show off to a girl. boy is gonen end up like dele alli if that’s true

(response to this video) Well, Gavi is a person of big emotions. He hates losing and probably had big dreams of winning the Copa del Rey in Sevilla. Not only if front of his possible gf but family and friends, who he cares about a lot. He’s said so himself. Always mentions family and friends when they ask him about who’s he’s thinking of or what he’s thinking about, family and friends first always on the list. Dele? Put some respect in Gavi’s name. lol

#fc barcelona #gavi #pablo gavi #gavi gossip

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mgsiglesias · 10 months

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o que ela falou no video

(campanha de arrecadação para ajudar o ex presidente Bolsonaro para custiar multas de processos judiciais, os valores extrapolam em muito o patrimônio dele, seus aliados, alguns aliados estão promovendo essa Campanha, uma espécie de pix solidário para arrecadar o máximo de valores possíveis para auxiliar no pagamento dessas multas. vocês já pararam para pensar além de auxiliar financeiramente o pagamento dessas multas, esse pix não seria uma espécie de confirmação do voto? pensem, de acordo com o TSE Bolsonaro tirou cerca de cinquenta e oito milhões de votos nas ultimas eleições. imagine que cada um desses cinquenta e oito milhões de eleitores venha contribuir com uma quantia não importa qual.

Agora imaginem que ao final dessa campanha, o número de pessoas físicas que contribuíram com essa campanha seja superior a cinquenta e oito milhões.

Que confusão.

Que comecem os jogos)

what she said in the video

(fundraising campaign to help former president Bolsonaro to pay fines for lawsuits, the amounts go far beyond his assets, his allies, some allies are promoting this Campaign, a kind of solidarity pix to raise as many amounts as possible to help in the payment of these fines. have you ever stopped to think, in addition to financially helping to pay these fines, wouldn't this pix be a kind of confirmation of the vote? think, according to the TSE Bolsonaro took about fifty-eight million votes in the last elections … imagine that each of those fifty-eight million voters comes to contribute an amount no matter what. Now imagine that at the end of this campaign, the number of individuals who contributed to this campaign exceeds fifty-eight million. What a mess. Let the games begin)

lo que dijo en el video

(campaña de recaudación de fondos para ayudar al ex presidente Bolsonaro a pagar multas por juicios, las cantidades van mucho más allá de sus activos, sus aliados, algunos aliados están promoviendo esta Campaña, una especie de foto solidaria para recaudar la mayor cantidad posible para ayudar en el pago de estas multas. ¿alguna vez se ha parado a pensar, además de ayudar económicamente a pagar estas multas, esta foto no sería una especie de confirmación de la votación? Piense, según el TSE, Bolsonaro obtuvo cerca de cincuenta y ocho millones de votos en la últimas elecciones… imagina que cada uno de esos cincuenta y ocho millones de votantes viene a aportar una cantidad pase lo que pase. Ahora imagine que al final de esta campaña, el número de personas que contribuyeron a esta campaña supera los cincuenta y ocho millones. Que confusión. Que empiecen los juegos)

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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years

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Concussed Confession - Mason Mount / Dele Alli x Reader

Kinda sucks.

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Warnings: Mentions of blood, fainting

summary: In which the reader is happily dating Mason when she gets hit in the face with a door by her ex boyfriend.

Even during Chelseas warm up, you couldn’t help but notice the eyes of three Tottenham players on you. As they stood off pitch whispering and giggling like little kids.

You felt like you were back on the schoolyard as you buried your face in your jacket while sitting on the bench, swinging your legs. You couldn’t believe he was actually behaving like this. It was even worse than you had imagined.

„What is their fucking problem?“ Timo now said, his german accent as strong as ever.

Struggling with the aftermath of Covid he had to be benched again today. It wasn’t really a good time for the team. With many injured or sick. But as the sport psychologist on the team, you had tried your best to mentally prepare the guys for the game today.

Especially with Romelu back the tension was high but everyone was just trying to do their best including you. Although it was kind of hard as you were competing against your ex-club today.

Having left Tottenham a year ago to work at Chelsea, you and the opponent obviously had history. The reasoning for your departure from your hometowns club had never really been revealed and you were planning on that staying like that.

Especially now that you were dating Mason, who probably would flip out if he knew the truth. The whole club knew about your relationship, the world didn‘t though. You didn’t want to take away from your professionalism and neither did Mason.

Although you weren’t assigned as Masons psychologist, you still didn‘t want people to get the wrong idea and question you discretion as a therapist.

„No seriously.“ Timo groaned still focused on the three guys watching you „Can they go? It’s our time to train now!“

You chuckled, burying your hands in the pockets of your jacket „Just ignore them Timo.“

Admittedly that was easier said than done as Son, Lloris and well Dele weren’t being discreet about talking about you. You know Son wasn’t doing it on purpose, he had a way too pure soul for it. And Lloris probably only understood half of Deles stupid jokes.

But Dele. Oh, boy Dele. You knew first hand how mean he could be. For the longest time it you just believed it would never be targeted towards you but that‘s how easy it is for people to change.

„Y/n…“ you were ripped out your daydreaming by your boyfriend. Mason sprinted towards the benches, dressed in his training attire and his beanie that you always thought looked really cute.

When he arrived at the bench, he leaned himself over the railing to where Timo and you were seated. He bit his lips before grinning „Did you see me hit the crossbar baby?“

Before you could even say anything you were interrupted by Timo „No we didn’t man, we were annoyed by these three idiots watching us.“

„Who?“ your boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows, immediately looking around the pitch when his eyes landed on the Tottenham players.

Lloris and Son were still laughing about something as Dele had his hands buried in the pockets of his joggers while throwing daggers over at you. If looks could kill, you be plenty dead by now.

„What the fuck is up with him!“ Mason hissed immediately tensing up as he stared straight at the older guy.

„I don’t know…“ you lied as you grabbed Masons arm, trying to get him to stop staring „Just ignore him Mase.“

„Alright.“ Mason shook his head, putting his focus back on you „They can’t be mad you left over a year ago, can they?“

„I don’t know.“ you shrugged your shoulders.

But one thing you knew for sure was that Dele wasn’t mad because of that. He was mad because when you left Tottenham you also left him.

The day didn’t seem to want to pass. You wanted nothing more than for the match to finally be done with and it was a relief when the fans finally entered the stadium.

Around this time you were mostly there to keep the teams nerves calm as they got mentally ready for the game. But as they all got changed, you decided you’d go empty the wending machine out in the hall.

Stocked on snacks and drinks that keep you satisfied during the game you made your way back to the locker room. You must have overseen the door that was opening towards you but next thing you knew, your peanuts were splattered on the ground as you rubbed your forehead in agony.

„Ouch.“ you groaned, looking up and your mood immediately changed. Dele was standing there already in his jersey as he looked at you in total shook.

„Oh my god!“ he exclaimed, as you looked at your hand and saw what he was so shocked about. Blood.

„Am I bleeding?“ you asked, your head feeling drowsy. You didn’t react well to blood.

„No?“ Dele tried to lie, so you wouldn’t freak out. He took a step towards you, hesitantly putting his hands on your shoulder to make sure you wouldn’t fall. You looked at him, your vision already a little blurry. Your head hurt like a bitch and you even felt like you were starting to get nauseous.

„I think we need to get you to the medic.“ Dele said, trying to read your expression.

„Oh, I’m for sure not going to the medic with you.“ you scrunched up your face, looking at your ex boyfriend.

„Oh come on Y/n.“ he sighed, trying to get you to walk.

After a while you decided to just go with him. Really not feeling well. The fog in your brain getting heavier as you started rambling something to Dele.

„But my peanuts.“ you slurred, taking slow steps as Dele supported you by your waist.

„I’ll buy you new ones after.“ he chuckled, shaking his head. Never in a million years had he envisioned the day going like this.

„Alrighty.“ you sighed, closing your eyes to cope with the nausea „But I don’t think my boyfriend would like that very much.“

Dele swallowed dryly, he knew you were concussed and wouldn’t have actually told him this. But somehow he still had to know „Your boyfriend?“

„Yes, Mason? Duh!“

Mason immediately got worried when he walked on the pitch and didn’t see you on the benches. Asking around the team where you were and no one having seen you.

Of course he couldn’t concentrate on the game after that. He was to frustrated that no one was making any effort to look for you.

Timo having told him you had gone to get snacks and never came back. He truly hoped you were fine.

Inside at the medic, Dele sat as he watched the doctor exam you. His palms sweaty while he nervously bounced his leg. He looked at the clock, by now they had probably noticed he was gone. He just had to make it by the second half or else he’d have huge problems.

But Dele also knew he couldn’t leave you alone. Not after literally hitting the door in your face. He just couldn’t.

„So I had to do a couple of stitches for the wound on your forehead.“ the doctor said as he looked back and forth between you and Dele who just sighed „And as for the nausea and dizziness, I’m pretty sure that you might have a slight concussion. I can’t be sure though, you would have to go to the hospital for confirmation.“

„But I can’t go to hospital.“ you told the doctor, rolling your eyes „I had to be on that field over twenty minutes ago. There’s no way I’m gonna be able-“

„Y/N…“ Dele tried to calm you down as he put his hand on your shoulder.

„No, stop it Dele!“ you hissed, shrugging it off before getting up from the chair.

Immediately you felt dizzy but deciding to be strong you started making your way out the emergency room. Dele following behind you, cursing to himself.

„Y/n! For fucks sake!“ he yelled, as you walked all the way down the tunnel „You have to go to a freaking hospital.“

„I won’t.“ you tried to sound normal, but your head was spinning like crazy „I have to do my job Dele!“

„I’ve it had only been that hard for you to leave Tottenham.“ Dele whispered to himself, thinking you wouldn’t be able to hear. But you did. How dare he?

„What?“ you hissed, stopping in your tracks as you turned around looking at his cold expression.

„You know exactly what I mean.“ he whispered, sounding bitter as he stared you down.

„That wasn’t like that Dele.“ you shook your head, not believing he was actually doing this right now „You think it was easy for me to leave Tottenham? Turn my back on the club that I bascially grew up in? No it wasn’t Dele!“

„Then why did you do it!“ Dele yelled, sounding extremly frustrated „I mean I offered you everything. I even offered you to fucking marry me Y/n! And you just left without even saying goodbye!“

„Oh, I’m sorry Dele but offering someone to marry you after cheating on them is sort of severly messed up!“ you spat out before turning around and continuing your way down the hallway.

After all this time Dele still didn’t seem to understand that you weren’t able to forgive him for cheating on you. Probably still thinking his actions could somehow be justified. That he was in a whole other country and just needed someone to satisfy him and make him feel less alone.

You walked out the tunnel, overwhelmed by all the chanting fans. Showing your badge to one of the security guards. Feeling Dele follow closesly behind you, luckily having finally shut up.

Mason immediately noticed you walking out the tunnel. He squinted his eyes, trying to see what was going on. You were talking to the security guard and none other than Dele was standing just a few meters behind you.

Mason obviously was confused, he didn’t undertand what the hell had happened.

It was only when Tuchel started screaming at him to concentrate on the game that he got ripped out of his daydreaming. With a weird feeling in his stomach he continued to play, every once in a while looking over at you.

„God what the heck happened to you?“ Timo asked when you sat down next to him.

„Shh…“ you shushed him, not wanting to catch everybody's attention „I got hit in the face by Dele.“

„He hit you?“ Timo hissed, immediately looking like he was ready to fight.

„No Timo, Dele didn’t hit me!“ you rolled your eyes, looking at the german guy „He hit me in the face wit a door.“

„What?“ Timo asked and you just shook your head „Whatever Timo. It doesn’t matter let’s just watch the game.“

You noticed that Chelsea was already winning as you looked at the guys play under the night sky. Fans cheering them on proudly.

Mason looked a lot more nervous than normally even though they were winning. You just hoped he was fine. Feeling a little guilty for having completely forgot about him the past hour.

Your head still hurt a lot and the loud noise wasn’t helping. But as long as you were just sitting you figured you’d be fine. You tried to not think about Dele or the conversation you guys had. You shouldn’t even bother. After all he truly didn’t seem to have grown up one bit.

As the whistle blew, half time. All the players got off the field, fans cheering them on.

„I’m so hungry.“ Timo yawned, stretching himself as he walked next to you.

You tried your best to focus on your steps, feeling your head spin around again. Then as soon as you were in the tunnel, out of peoples and the cameras sight, Mason walked towards you.

Your boyfriend looked at you with furrowed brows, when he saw the stitches on your forehead his expression immediately changed to an extremely worried one.

„Oh my god.“ he grabbed your face, examining the stitched up wound „What happened?“

„I…got…“ you stuttered, trying to come up with an answer that didn’t involve Dele.

„She got hit in the face by this Dele guy.“ Timo now said. You had completely forgot he was still standing there.

„What he hit you?“ Mason hissed, tensing up and it almost made you chuckle.

„No it was just the door!“ you sighed but it didn’t seem to calm your boyfriend „He accidentaly hit me in the face with the door. So we went to the medic and they gave me stitches.“

„Why didn’t you come and get me!“ Mason exclaimed, holding you by your waist.

„Because I was too busy bleeding out plus you had the game.“ you sighed, not really thinking any of it.

„Well, I still want to be there for you…“ Mason practically whined, not caring that people where starting to stare.

„Mase…“ you sighed, trying to calm him down a little „It really isn’t that serious. Just focus on the game and forget about this!“

The second half of the match was just a tad uncomfortable. With Mason now being mad at you for not coming to him. What did he expect? You’d go get him off the field?

Things got a lot worse when Dele made his appearance on the field. Mason was throwing just daggers at the guy while Dele tried his best to get his team at least one score.

Mason could truly be petty sometimes. You knew that. But what happened next did suprise you, to say the least.

It was in the 85th minute when Mason was passed the ball by his teammate. He started sprinting across the midfield, being able to leave behind all his opponents. And then; it was obvious. There was no way around Dele. He was just standing there waiting to maybe steal the ball from Mason.

But he didn’t even get the chance because Mason lifted the ball off the ground as he shot it straight towards Deles face. There was justified uproar from the Tottenham fans as the referee immediately blew the whistle.

Dele covered his face with his hands in no time, clearly in pain as blood started dripping from his nose onto his jersey.

There was a small moment as Dele realized what had happened. He looked at Mason, pissed off to say the least as he walked over to him and pushed him back by his shoulders.

The two of them yelling at each other but you couldn’t quite make out the words. Instead of doing the decent thing and stopping, Mase also pushed Dele. All of this happened before all the guys started aquimilating.

You were so mad. Lately Mason could get so unnecessarily angry on the pitch. It was like he’d get ticked off by the smallest things. It was only a matter of time till he faced repercussions and it seemed like today was his due date.

Mason and Dele both faced a red card. The Tottenham fans were out of their minds, angry at the referees decision, so was the whole team as they all stood there watching their teammate walk off the pitch with a bloody nose. If only one of them had a little maturity. Then this all wouldn’t have happened.

There was a lot of chatter on the benches and you couldn’t handle it. This whole whirlwind was making you nauseous and your head hurt even more than it already did.

You walked into the tunnel, hearing some voices call your name. Your vision was blurry as you tried to make your way inside. When you spotted Mason about to go into the locker rooms.

„Mase!“ you yelled, making him stop in his tracks. He looked up at you with his head hanging low. Clearly disappointed. „What the hell just happened out there Mason?“

„When were you gonna tell me.“ Mason pressed his lips together, his expression blank.

„Tell you what?“ you asked, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

„About Dele.“ he stated, as you felt your blood leave your head.

He told him. For fucks sake.

„What did he tell you?“

„So it’s true?“ Mason chuckled, shaking his head „So he was right-“

„Right about what Mason?“ you asked, not understanding what he was trying to tell you but also fearing what Dele might have said to him.

„He said that this is what you do.“ Mason stated, crossing his arms „You know you get into peoples heads with your little psychology thing and then you drop them like cold meat.“

„Excuse me!“ you hissed, feeling deeply offended by his words.

„If that’s not your plan then why didn’t you tell me about him!“

You didn’t even say another word. Turning around, walking away from Mason. And then only a few meters away; Dele was standing. Trying to stop his bleeding nose with tissues as he stared at you and Mason.

„You!“ you yelled as you walked over to your ex boyfriend „What the fuck Dele!“

Dele muttered something, which you couldn’t make out. Because when you saw his blood that was basically your last straw. You felt your eyes flutter and next thing you knew you fell down to the ground. And then it was just all black.

„Dele you idiot! Watch the fucking monitors.“

You blinked, hearing voices and the sound of a beeping machine.

„Fuck off Mount!“ you slowly opened your eyes, seeing the shilouette of two guys in front of your bed.

„No you almost yanked them… Y/N!“ Mason rushed over to your side, still in his jersey „Are you okay honey?“

„Yes…“ you stuttered, trying to remember what happened. Looking around the room, seeing Dele stand there. It was clearly a hospital room „What happened?“

„You passed out in the tunnel.“ Mason stated, holding your hand gently „You didn’t tell me you had a concussion. I had to find out from Mister "I hit girls in the face with doors" over there.“

Dele rolled his eyes as you chuckled, looking at your boyfriend. Your head was still hurting but other than that you felt a lot better.

„You two brought me here?“ you furrowed your brows, looking back and forth between the two guys „Together?“

„Yes. unfortunately we’re both decent human beings.“ Dele sighed, looking at the floor „Well… I think I’ll leave you two to talk a little bit. Gotta make some calls anyways.“

Dele made his way over to the door and just before he left you called him „Dele. Wait.“

Your ex boyfriend turned around, looking at you expectantly. Maybe you were wrong about him. After all he did seem too have grown up quite a bit. Maybe it was time you forgive him for what he had done, so both of you could move on. He deserved an explanation and you'd definitely talk to him.

„Thank you.“ you smiled and he gave you a weak smile in return before leaving the hospital room.

There was a moment of silence before Mason cleared his throat.

„I’m sorry honey.“ he shook his head as you just caressed his cheek.

„It’s okay.“ you mumbled, biting your lips „I should have told you about Dele. It was just that no one knew and I was scared of what you might think of me if I told you. But you have to believe me when I say that what I have wit you Mason is a hundred percent different. What we have is actually real.“

„I know.“ he smiled, before placing his lips on yours softly as if he was scared to hurt you.

You smiled into the kiss, running your fingers through his hair „I love you Mase.“

„I love you too.“ he chuckled, pulling away a little „And I hope you’re not just saying that because of the concussion.“

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footyblurbs · 2 years

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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

🥺 first time headcanon

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⛓️ kinky headcanon

🔪 dangerous headcanon

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

🎁 birthday sexy headcanon

❤️ making love headcanon

🎶 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

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon

🤪 silly sex headcanon

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

🏖️ sex on the beach headcanon

🎇 orgasm headcanon

🌄 morning sex headcanon

🎥 filming or making a sexy movie

🎉 celebration sex headcanon

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

👄 making out headcanon

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bluemoonstonesy · 3 years

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I Miss You

Any Player

She lies on her stomach, elbows digging into the duvet as she holds the phone between her hands. Biting down on her lip is all she can do to suppress the tears. She doesn’t even feel the sharpness digging into her skin; everything is numb.

So far, nothing is confirmed. But the blonde girl who'd slowly begun to appear in his recent social media posts speaks louder than words ever could. Besides, it wasn't like he would say anything directly to her.

She misses him. God, she misses him. Trying her hardest to deny it since the moment he walked away. Being told it would get easier by everybody somehow just made things worse. Her friends have already tried to set her up with other men that she couldn't care less about. He's already moved on, so why can't she bring herself to do the same?

His match performances have been receiving a lot of praise recently. Well deserved praise. She's still happy for him; she always will be, her heart doing a small flutter of joy when she hears anyone applaud him. But it always immediately sinks again when she remembers that he isn't hers anymore.

It still hurts; she tries her hardest to avoid it. But his face seems to appear on every social media feed. His words from a recent interview quoted on every news article, all of which seem to find their way to her in one way or another. She can't help but feel like the universe is against her, wanting her to know every single thing that occurs in his life, taunting her, constantly reminding her that she's no longer apart of it.

She's no longer the one who gets to be excited for him. She won't be the one sat in the crowd watching him play with a grin on her face as he effortlessly passes the ball to his teammates. And she's no longer the one who'll run to him after the game, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder, before telling him how proud she is.

She's trying to tell herself that this mystery girl won't be good enough for him, that she isn't special in any way whatsoever. But she can't. the truth is that she's beautiful, flawless in every way. The type of girl who'd compliment a stranger, or smile sweetly at you in the street as you passed by.

She can see why he'd want someone like her.

They still haven't spoken since the day he walked out of that apartment. Merely a suitcase in his possession. He only intended to stay away for a few nights, enough time to allow them both to think things over.

But those few nights seemed to turn into a week. Then that week slowly turned into a month. And now she's lost count how long it's been without sending their usual good morning text to each other.

Why can't she be the one to just move on like nothing had happened? Why isn't he the one who's struggling, trying to wonder what went wrong and replaying a hundred scenarios in his mind? But instead, she finds herself a wreck almost every other night, the new found loneliness of her flat inviting emotions to spill out without limits.

She wants to hate him. Wants to despise him more than anything. Surely it would be better than wanting someone that probably doesn't give her a second thought nowadays.

But she still presses send.

I miss you. x

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hope you enjoyed this one! requests are always open x

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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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.

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