Dele - Tumblr Posts
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me waiting mr. Ryan Mason let Dele play:
Can you make one that dele warms up her cold hands because London's cold af thanx
He could see how red your hands were, with how cold you were. He gently takes your hands and softly blows into them getting them done warm air and defrost them. ‘Is that better?’ he asks as he does it again. ‘Alittle’ you smile. ‘I’m definitely not putting them in my trousers, they’ll give it frostbite’ he jokes making you both laugh.
dele alli being an aries for 2 minutes 30 seconds straight
It’s too much, my stupid boy💙
when someone has beauty, someone has beauty
2021-05-02
Sophia! idk about you but the first i thought when saw deles new photo was: he s hundred percnt using the car as a mirror and thinkin "damn! i'm so handsome" lmao
hiii Thea-Nova! 💗 not gonna lie my first thought was WOW every time I see him I love his new hair style even more!! and yesss lmao I hope he's checking himself out in the window because our boy deserves all the security and confidence in the world! 🥰
The BEST love triangle 😄💙
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the whole game I was just:
Brothers ♥ | Spurs vs. Man City | Tottenham Hotspur Stadium | August 15th, 2021
my new writing 🤗
Safe haven
hellooo everyone, are you good? I finally decided to post this Dele one, it's just a small thing I wrote when Spurs were in that terrible phase back when Jose still was the coach and Dele was remaining on the bench almost every game. Is a fluff (I guess) and I hope everyone enjoy :) lemme know your thoughts about it!! good reading ❤
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Safe heaven- Dele
"Hey, had you saw him?" she asked the Asian guy walking from out of the tunnel "hi... yeah, he's still in the shower, I guess" "oh" she was waiting for what she would call an eternity "do you think he will take too long in there?" he passed his fingertips on his hair before sighing and answer "no idea" she nodded in agreement but she was frustrated "hey" he touched her arm "hum?" "Has only two or three lads left... want me to take you in there?" "you're sure that it's a good idea?" "is not a good idea at all, but... is cold here outside" he winked to her "thanks" she mumbled and followed him to the lockers room. He stepped inside first, only Hugo and Serge in there "hi guys" "Sonny! Thought you already were leaving" "hum, I am... Look, I know it will sound weird, but are just you two here, right?" "hum... is us, Moussa and Dele, if I am not mistaken" Hugo said hesitating "I think that's correct" "why?" he looked to his feet and sighed before answering Hugo "is better show to you" he stepped to the side where a giggly, closed eyes her, put her face inside "is everyone dressed?" "Oh!" the guys laughed with her "yes, yes, don't worry" she opened her eyes "wow! Is very big here" "if someone asks how you get here, you don't know me" she smiled and hugged him "thanks, sonny. You rock" he hugged her back and said goodbye to his teammates "just to make it clear, I would not be worried if I found you guys undressed" they chuckled "your wives otherwise..." she grinned while walked towards the duo, to greet them "so... only the French squad here, huh" she stood on her toes and kissed the men's faces, Serge wrapping an arm around her to keep her close "How you guys are doing?" "You know when something bad becomes usual for you?" "Yeah..." "I think that's the feeling we have been struggling with lately" she could feel how sad the team's captain was "yeah" Serge nodded sadly "cette putain de merde ! Tu ne le mérites pas. J'ai vu ce club aller en finale de la Ligue des Champions, vous deux, Dele, Harry, Sonny, Lucas... (sorry for freaking out in French lmao :p/ translation here: this fucking shit! You don't deserve it. I saw this club go to the Champions League final, you two, Dele, Harry, Sonny, Lucas...) Fuck! You don't deserve that!" "I totally agree with you!" "me too. We went to the final, fuck!" "Is just disappointing..." "You have good French, by the way" "thanks! Lived in Paris for 2 months already" "really?" "Yeah. Didn't speak a shit of French" "you clearly got over that" "yes, absolutely" "the best part of being around a lot of foreigners is that you can speak your mother language and most part of them will not understand" Serge laughed "true" "but a lot of people speak French here" "like right now, everyone in this room speaks French" "I don't think Dele speaks French" Serge questioned "you're right". She froze. His voice always made her chill a little, she turned around just like the other two men to see Dele with some water drops on his hair, half-dried, and with a towel wrapped around his hips, his v cut line showing up "hi" he said accompanied with a small smile that was not very honest "hey" Serge and Hugo noticed the tension in the air, so they swapped some glances and decided to leave them alone "I must be going" "me too, don't want anyone worried at home" "okay" they said goodbye and she walked towards him "what are you doing here?" he said while looked for a t-shirt "Training my French?" she smiled but he just gave her a flashing grin, she sighed "am worried about you" "you shouldn't" she leaned her hips on a big block that she believed was a counter "of course I should" "you're not my girlfriend nor my mom" "thank God" she mumbled and he looked to her "I mean, if I was your mother, I couldn't be your girlfriend and if I was your girlfriend..." her voice failed as he approached her, closing a coop around her with his arms "just shut up" she smiled "how are you?" "I am... not good" "that means bad" "yes, Smart cookie" he poked her nose tip with his fingertip lightly, she giggled. "Talk with me. Just like you
usually did before" he sighed "it feels like everything is going down" he buried his face on her neck, she kept in silence, but still listening "first Champions League and Mauricio being sacked, then when Jose arrived it was okay at first, then lockdown... and bench. and I was robbed, they took my stuff, my face was punched, Maradona died, Levy didn't let me go to Paris, Ruby left, more bench... things weren't supposed to be like that!" he wasn't crying but she could feel how much he wanted to. "Come here,” she pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him, “I’m so sorry, love.” It was so clear he had a hard time dealing with everything “it was supposed to be like that yes, you know why?" "No" "because God knows how much strong you're" “Yeah” Dele mumbled, bitter. He was about to say something else, but his voice broke and was followed by an audible sob. He buried his face in her neck even deeper than before “It’ll be okay,” she rubbed gently his back, frame shaking. “I don’t like it” he grumbled “I know,” she soothed, “just stay right here for now, with me. Let's forget about that all for a minute” he sniffed "yeah" he looked at her, how could he be so blind. She was right there in front of him. Always had been "it’s the only place I want to be right now.” he let it scape, she smiled shyly and felt his hands on her waist, moving her eyes to where those beautiful, tattooed hands were holding firmly. And that was the only thing she could see before move her gaze up again, and be surprised by a kiss. A kiss from him. "Owww" they parted quickly "sorry to interrupt the lovebirds, but you looked so cute" she giggled and Dele rolled his eyes at Moussa's comment before look to her again "you kissed me" "yeah..." he blushed, she rubbed a hand on his bare chest, he looked to her "if you don't mind, I would like to be kissed again" he smiled, now fully and sincere, before hold her face and pull his best friend to another kiss. Soon his hands reached her hips, lifting her and placing gently at the counter, deepening the kiss. That time they were interrupted by a cough "hum... guys" they parted, breathless, his gaze on the floor and hers on Moussa "what?" "Is not cute anymore" she laughed and he did the same, even angry with his teammate "I still want to get dressed without getting traumatized here" she smiled and jumped off the block to leave. He wrapped an arm around her "stay" "I'll let you guys put on some clothes" "wait for me, then" she smiled and touched his face "you know I was going to wait anyways" he half smiled and nodded, of course she would, she always did. They lost in each other's eyes for a few seconds before she stood on her tiptoes and leave a brief kiss on his lips before disappearing into the tunnel "bye, Moussa" "bye! And thank you" she giggled and made her way to the parking lot with a smile on her face 'he kissed me' she thought.