Writing Blog For @dier-wolf

ex boyfriend eric commented ‘i miss you’ under your instagram post

You saw the comment as you laid in bed the night after your nephew’s birthday party.  You had posted a picture of you and your nephew, faces covered in the icing from his smash cake.  It had only been a couple months since the two of you had called the relationship, and though it had been mutual at the time, you wondered if you had made the right decision.  Clicking on his profile, you only found a few new pictures.  A couple training pictures, him and Dele after they had linked up to score in the most recent match against Arsenal, and of course, one of the dogs. You scrolled a bit further down, noticing that he hadn’t deleted any of the pictures of the both of you together.

Laying there in the dark, you made a decision.  Opening up your text thread with Eric, you typed a quick “I miss you, too” and hit send.  You stared at the phone for a few minutes before remembering there was a match tomorrow and he was probably already asleep.  With the knowledge he would see it later, you placed the phone on your bedside table and let sleep claim you.

-.-.-.-.

The sound of your text tone brought you to consciousness the next morning--”Eric Dier,” the screen read.  Putting in your passcode, you open the message to see a picture.  It was a list you had seen many times--the list of the players’ family and friends who had tickets reserved for the matches.

Sending back “I’ll be there,” you got up for the day and began getting ready.  The shirt was the last part of your outfit you needed.  You had two laid out on the bed--one a generic Spurs shirt with no name on the back and the other with Eric’s name and number.  You stared and contemplated a couple minutes before deciding to go all in.  Slipping Eric’s shirt over your head, you took a deep breath and got on your way to the stadium.

-.-.-.-.

I have angst prompts request🥺 can you do  “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” and  “Can you shut up for once in your life?” with Dele but maybe with a not so angsty ending? Please & thank you🙂

“Forget it.  You’re a fucking asshole,” Dele all but screamed at you.

“Del, I’m just saying maybe we should…”

“Can you just shut up for once in your life?!”  With that, Dele turned on his heel and walked upstairs and shut the bedroom door with a loud thunk.  

You were so frustrated with how your conversation about Dele’s most recent hamstring injury had gone.  His sensitivity toward the topic had spiked after Poch’s comments, but you didn’t think he would’ve blown up at your trying to put things in perspective.  Even though you knew he was trying to hide his fear and hurt by turning his anger toward you, the words still hurt, the tears still welled up in your eyes.

hi,there!💖 can i request an imagine with jealous ex boyfriend dele seeing you (an england player) getting flirty and smile his favourite smile with trent during the mix training session at st george park? thank you lots💖

You keep trying to tell yourself that you’re pushing yourself extra hard in training today because of the upcoming match, but deep down, you know that’s not the case.  A look across the pitch finds Dele jumping on Eric’s back (for what you are sure is not the first time during the session).  It had been a couple months since you and Dele had broken up--a combination of both of your schedules, his stress over his hamstring, and your move to Liverpool had done your relationship in.  On one hand, you were happy to see him, glad for the confirmation that he was playing good football and enjoying his teammates still.  However, seeing the guy you thought you would marry was not easy.  

Trying to get dele’s attention when he’s playing a game and sulking afterwards

“Babe, do you want some of this fruit?” you called from the kitchen.  Dele had just gotten home from training and usually wanted a snack.  Hearing no answer you called out to him again.

You could hear the sound of the tv in the background, so you knew he was there.  You put some fruit in the bowl and walked in to the living room.

“Del, I asked if you wanted fruit,” gesturing to the bowl of fruit in your hand.

Without even looking up at you, Dele “mmhmm’d” in response.  All his focus was on his game.  

“Fuck, Harry, come on, mate!” Dele shouted into the headset.  

You sighed and put the bowl down onto the table next to his water bottle and walked away a little frustrated.  Of course Dele was free to spend his time as he wished, especially when doing something with a friend, but you couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed.  He had spent all day with the boys and had been for pre-season training with them just before, as well.  You had hoped for some time together before the season made everything even busier.  Resigning yourself to spending time alone, you went upstairs to tidy up your closet, a task you had been putting off for weeks.

In the midst of your tidying up (and hearing Dele consistently yell at poor Harry through the headset), you saw something red sticking out of a back drawer in the closet.  Pulling it out, you found Dele’s red England kit.  An idea popped into your head, and with a sly grin, you pulled your clothes off and slipped the red top over your head.  It was long enough to just cover your ass.  You walked into the bathroom to fluff your hair and fix your makeup before heading downstairs.

Walking down the stairs, you could hear Dele in full tactical mode with Harry on the other end.  Harry was a saint in your opinion for not only playing with Dele, but enjoying playing with him.  Playing games with Dele was certainly not at the top of your enjoyment list.  You came up behind him and ran your hands down his chest.

“Hi baby,” you breathed in his ear.

“Whatcha need?” Dele replied not taking his eyes off the game.

“Need you.”  You pressed a wet kiss to his neck, as your hands trailed across his torso.

“Later.”  He tried to shake your hands off him.  “Go ahead and make dinner while I play with Harry.”

You scoffed and moved around to the side of the couch hoping to let Dele see what you were wearing.  Still with no luck, you moved to the front of the couch and yanked the headset off Dele’s head.

“Sorry, Harry.  Dele has something better to do with his hands,” you said in the controller before turning the system off.

Dele just sat on the couch in shock–partly due to your actions, but mostly from your clothes…or lack of.

Request: dele and eric giving you silent treatment after arguments and then feeling bad afterwards because they find you sleeping and sobbing in your sleep and try to apologize the next morning but you give them the cold shoulders and it’s bothering them the whole day

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“I’m just doing my job!” you yell at the boys in front of you before turning on your heel and walking away. Dele and Eric are frozen in place, never having seen you that angry before.

You stalk angrily toward you office away form the player areas and quickly lock the door behind you. You were furious and upset at your two best friends for blaming you for telling them about their extra appearance they had to make tonight. You didn’t schedule the appearances. Your job was to notify the players of their schedules and coordinate the logistics of getting them there/back.

Eric and Dele were usually so easy going about these things, always trying to make your job easier for you since you were their best friend and roommate. You knew things had been stressful and they wouldn’t want to go tonight, but you didn’t expect this reaction.

When the final preparations had been made and sent to the boys via email (you weren’t going to speak to them in person yet), you headed out to your car and drove the short way to your home.

You spent the evening replaying your argument over and over again in your head, but resolved to speak to them when they got in and put the whole thing behind you.

Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and scrolling through your phone, you hear the front door open and the voices of your two best friends come through.

“Hey guys, how’d it go?” you asked when they approached the living room.

Not even glancing toward you, they boys moved further into the house toward the game room.

Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you picked yourself up and went to your bedroom before curling up in the bed crying yourself to sleep.

Sometime just as sleep began to take you, Eric and Dele walked past your bedroom to theirs. Hearing the sound of crying, they quietly opened your door.

Seeing you curled up on the bed, crying because of the way they treated you broke their hearts. They knew they had treated you badly, but they had dug their hole and figured they had to stay firm and see it through. They resolved to apologize the next morning.

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The next morning, Eric and Dele found you in the kitchen.

“Hey, can we talk? Eric began to ask before you grabbed your purse and walked out the door without even acknowledging them.

“Wow, ok she really is pissed,” Dele said, shaking his head.

“We’ve gotta fix this, Del,” Eric replies. He felt sick for how they had treated her when she was only doing her job.

...

Following your lunch meeting with your boss, you returned to your office to find Eric and Dele standing there holding flowers and your favorite cookie cake. They looked so pathetic and sorry that you automatically forgave them, but you wanted to make them grovel for your forgiveness.

“We are so sorry! Dele said, “I promise I’ll wash your laundry for the next week.”

“And I promise to cook you your favorite meals every night this week!” Eric added.

“We’ll even do extra appearances for you,” Dele pleased.

“Please forgive us,” Eric said, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Dating Eric would be comforting in the best of ways. His stable temperament and strong leadership would allow him to be your rock in the good times and bad. You love how his strong body feels against yours. He kisses you all the time “just because I love you” he would say. For all that Eric is your rock and a strong leader to others, he’s so soft with you. Always coming directly to you after a tough loss, seeking out your hand in a tough situation to remind himself that you’re there and you’re not leaving. You are this 6’3” badass’ princess!

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“Del, hello! Are you coming in or not?” Harry Kane finally gets Dele’s attention with a quick nudge if his boot.

“Hmm, yeah. Ok,” Dele begins to stand up, still distracted by Eric across the way.

Harry, completely aware of what’s going on, gives an exasperated sigh and laugh. “You are embarrassing.

“As if you and your love face with Kate in the England video was any better,” Dele retorts.

“Fair point, mate. Come on, he’s in his Portuguese element. He’ll be in in a bit.”

Dele gives one last lovesick look to his fiancé and turns to go toward the dressing room.

...

In the shower, Dele decidedly does not think about Eric. Not about his arms, not about his chest, not about his fucking buzzed hair that he can’t stop touching, not about the thighs that so beautifully frame his...nope. Dele is not thinking about Eric at all.

Dele turns to face the spray of the shower, demanding to himself that he get it together. He sees Eric every day and usually can keep himself under control, but there’s something about Portuguese Eric that gets to Dele. Suddenly, he feels strong arms wrap around him from the back.

“Harry Kane, you know Eric could walk in and catch us,” Dele says trying not to laugh and give it away already.

Eric’s arms tighten and pull Dele closer to his body.

“Does Harry Kane make your heart race from just touching you like I just did?” Eric practically purrs in Dele’s ear. “Does Harry Kane tell you that you are the most beautiful boy in the world?”

“Eric...” Dele moans quietly though beginning to lose sight of the fact he’s in the dressing room showers.

“Does Harry Kane’s cock feel like this pressed against your ass?” Eric presses his hips forward into Dele so he can feel his hard cock against him.

“Eric Dier, keep me out of your shower fantasies,” Harry Kane calls from down the line. “Alright boys out. We all know what’s coming.”

Eric again puts his mouth to Dele’s ear, tugging on the earlobe with his teeth. “Oh I know what’s coming, babe.” With that, Eric turns Dele around pressing his back into the shower stall wall. Just as he takes Dele’s mouth with his own, he hears Winks’ voice call out.

“Twenty quid that at least one of them made a joke about coming.”