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Struggles - Donny van de Beek, Matthijs de Ligt & Frenkie de Jong

Who: Donny van de Beek, Matthijs de Ligt, Frenkie de Jong Request: You can write a hurt/comfort with all Donny's emotional trauma, or faking a scenario where they meet each other, or whatever you want, I just want a story about these 3 because no one writes about them Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of struggles, having a hard time

All three of them knew that leaving Ajax would bring them challenging times. Dreams came true for Donny, Frenkie and Matthijs when transfers presented themselves to top clubs in Europe's biggest leagues. But now, a year later, whilst gathering with the Dutch national team, they all had to admit that the transition into their new clubs and their new home countries had been anything but easy. Today, as they sat at a table in the lounge of the hotel the Dutch national team was staying at, marked the first time the three of them were together again since their transfers away from Ajax. Each could see in the others that the move had changed them, matured them, and hadn't always been easy. "So, here we are, huh?" Donny smirked. It felt like old times' sake how he sat here with Matthijs and Frenkie. Of course they had always kept in contact with one another, but with their clubs' busy schedules, physically meeting proved difficult. "Like nothing ever changed," Frenkie nodded. "But it did..." Matthijs responded somewhat ominously. Frenkie and Donny agreed silently. For a moment there was silence amongst them. Clearly, all three of them wanted to spill their struggles, but neither of them knew how to start. "Do you know what I miss the most now that all of us are away from Ajax?" Donny finally started. "You guys." Matthijs nodded quietly. "The unconditional friendship on and off the pitch." "Indeed," Frenkie agreed, "we've been friends for so long already, you guys need only one look to see my mood or when I'm struggling. And so do I for you." "That's exactly what I miss..." Donny swallowed away a slight lump in his throat. The sudden knowledge that his two best friends struggled with exactly the same things as him strangely strengthened him. "Do you know what we should do?" Frenkie whipped out his phone with a slight smirk. "We should make a WhatsApp group chat." Matthijs chuckled. "Called the FAM?" Former Ajax Mates?" "I'm all in," Donny laughed, "how have we not thought of this earlier?" Frenkie immediately tapped away at his phone, creating the group chat. "Let's agree to share anything that's on our minds. The good things, but maybe more importantly, our struggles. I'm certain we can help each other out, and learn a thing or two from each other.." "Agreed." Matthijs nodded, "speaking for myself: it would do me a lot of good." "Absolutely," Donny added, " because that's what friends are for." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @katerinahunny, @hbstre, @soccerfanfiction, @sternennebel2001 Frenkie tags: @footballffbarbiex If you would like to be added to the tags list, too, you can fill out this form and I'll add you to it!

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Difficult times - Frenkie de Jong

Who: Frenkie de Jong Request: Idk if this is gonna make sense, but maybe something kinda angsty/ fluffy regarding this whole uncertain situation at barça, like he doesn’t know how to feel, because he’s giving his best but the results just aren’t coming through and maybe he needs a bit of comforting? Like he just needs to be reassured that he’s doing his best and that he’s loved either way? Requested by: anonymous Warnings: includes being sad and slightly troubled.

It certainly wasn't for lack of trying, Frenkie worked his ass off, but he just couldn't get things to go his way lately. He'd never had anything like this before. Where he usually was so confident on and off the pitch, he now constantly found himself doubting. Of course your had seen the change in Frenkie's mood and demeanor. His bubbly personality had made way for a withdrawn person. It was subtle at first, but now it started to become very clear and you knew you couldn't let this continue. "Babe." You approached him as he sat in your garden one sunny morning. Once again he sat staring into empty space, letting the cup of tea in his hands go cold. You sat down on the grass next to his seat and rested a hand on his knee. "I'm worried about you." "Why?" His gaze left the emptiness to focus on your face instead. "There's nothing wrong with me." "I don't think something is wrong with you, but I do think something is bothering you." You took his hand in yours. Frenkie's automatic response was to emphasize once again that he was fine, but before the words left his mouth, he thought better of it. Why would he deny it when something clearly was bothering him? If anyone would be able to understand him and comfort him, it was you. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "It's the situation at the club. It's getting on my nerves, makes me insecure and doubtful, even moody sometimes." "Thought as much." You encouraged him to continue. "And then there's all the newspapers saying I'm not good enough to be at a club like Barcelona," Frenkie sighed, "it's just.. all this unrest isn't doing me any good." You could easily see how much hurt this was all causing him, but were glad that Frenkie finally opened up to you. "Babe." You squeezed his hand in a loving way. "You have a few days off coming up, maybe we should go on a short vacation. I know we had decided on not going away, but it might be good for you after all. Clear your head, get away from it all for a few days. Some sun and a beach might work wonders." Frenkie nodded slowly. "That's the best idea I've heard in a while." A smile crept onto his face. "But only if you join me." You chuckled before giving him a kiss. "Like I would miss the chance to be on a beach with you." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @katerinahunny, @hbstre, @soccerfanfiction, @sternennebel2001 Frenkie tags: @footballffbarbiex

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National team - Frenkie de Jong

Who: Frenkie de Jong Request: 21 , frenkie de Jong Prompt #21: Getting called up for the national team for a big tournament. Requested by: @maximeevansblog Warnings: none

Everyone knew that the national squad announcements for the upcoming European Championship would be any day now. With the Dutch national team qualified, the tension was rising for Frenkie. He had had a very successful season with Barcelona, and it would be strange if he would not get a call-up, but the anticipation was thick in the air all around him. Finally, that afternoon around 2 o'clock, Frenkie's phone rang. The two of you looked expectantly at the screen and saw this was the call he had been waiting for. Frenkie answered it and retreated to the other room to handle it in some privacy, but from what you could hear of the call, it sounded positive. "And?" You looked hopefully at him when Frenkie strode back into the living room. A wide smile immediately broke over his face. "Yep." He nodded happily. "I'm going to the Euros." "I'm so proud of you!" You jumped up to hug and kiss him. "Oh, my god..." Frenkie pulled out of your embrace after a few seconds, now looking positively frightened. The full realization of what he had just been told now sinking in. "I-- I'm going to the Euros..." He stammered, absolutely thunderstruck. "Yes, you are," you smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips, "and you totally deserve it." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @stonesys, @prettystones

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Frenkie and 16? xx

Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) 16. "I just want to go back to sleep." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was the first day of your holiday. As it was usual for the both of you, you and Frenkie woke up early today without even setting the alarm. "What time is it?" Frenkie mumbled. "6.30am," you answered softly, "want to get out of bed and have breakfast?" "Definitely not," Frenkie chuckled, "we're on holiday. I just want to go back to sleep, together with you." He moved himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You smiled at him. "That indeed sounds like a way better idea." And it wasn't long before you had fallen back asleep, lying comfortably in each other's arms. Tags: @glam-khal, @donkeykai, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo

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Hi can I request somthing, and if i can this is my request

The reader * me) is the sister of virgil van dijk , and she is in a relationship with frenkie de Jong, and frenkie askes for premmision to virgil ( hun dad and mom passed away, and frenkie askes the reader to marry him , after a game with the natioal team ( netherlands) and after the planning , she and frenkie have a fight where the wedding is, but the come with a solution and lotts of fluff please,

And if its ready you tag me please. Thanks

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was Virgil who had introduced you to Frenkie a few years ago. With you being Virgil's little sister, he had taken you to meet his teammates of the Dutch national team, and you and Frenkie had instantly clicked.  It had been a happy and welcome surprise when Frenkie proposed to you out on the pitch after the match which got The Netherlands qualified for Qatar 2022. He had chosen the day of your three-year anniversary to do so, which made it even more special.  “Congratulations!” Virgil came over to give you a hug, after having just witnessed you say yes to Frenkie’s proposal.  “You knew?” You asked. The meaningful smirk on Virgil’s face betrayed him.  “He asked me for permission a few weeks ago,” Virgil winked, “and he told me this morning he was going to do it after the match if we won.” You playfully punched Virgil in the shoulder. “Sneaky bastard,” you grinned.  --------------- You and Frenkie started fairly quickly with preparations for your wedding. The date was something you almost immediately agreed upon, but the location was not.  “Why can’t we just have it in Barcelona?” Frenkie grumbled, “we live here.” “Yes, we do,” you answered, “but about 90% of our guests don’t. We should just have it in The Netherlands.” “We’re having an October wedding,” Frenkie objected, “the Dutch weather will be ghastly.” “It doesn’t have to be,” you objected, “and we’re not planning on an outside wedding anyway. Please, Frenk, just have a look at this suggestion my uncle sent me. It’s a gorgeous location.” Frenkie sighed. “Alright.” You could see in his eyes that he instantly fell in love with the location you had been recommended, and you knew he was sold.  Frenkie looked up at you with a genuine, loving smile playing on his lips.  “You’re right,” he leaned in to kiss you, “this is beautiful. I can so see us getting married there.” “Really?” You smiled back.  “Yes,” he answered sincerely, “we are having our wedding right there, in the The Netherlands.” Tags: @glam-khal, @donkeykai, @evie-pr, @maximeevansblog If you want to be added to the tags list as well (for everything or just one player), just let me know ;-)

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Frenkie and 16 please (:

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-) 16. Being sick, but still showing up for a match or training xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Frenkie knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to show up for training when he felt so under the weather. He was shivery, slightly nauseous and a headache was trying to split his head in two.  Frenkie didn’t speak to anyone in the dressing room, and struggled through the first ten minutes of the training.  After only a short sprint, Frenkie had to stop to catch his breath and blink black spots away as his headache hammered even harder.  “Come on, Frenk!” Koeman called over to him.  “I-- I can’t,” Frenkie panted. He stood bent over, arms resting on his legs, and taking heaving breaths.  “What’s wrong?” Koeman sounded very worried now.  “Sick,” Frenkie answered softly.  “Sick?!” Koeman repeated, “than what are you doing here?” “I didn’t want to miss training.” Frenkie stood upright again. He had gone pale and sweaty, leaving absolutely no doubt of him being sick.  “Go home,” Koeman said friendly.  “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come in,” Frenkie mumbled, passing a trembling hand over his face.  “We can agree on that,” Koeman chuckled wryly, “that’s why you go home now, and don’t come back until you’re feeling better.” Frenkie nodded slowly and uttered a soft word of thanks, but actually he was already longing for his bed at home.  tags: @glam-khal, @donkeykai, @evie-pr

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B with Frenkie De Jong please! 🥺🥺

This is post no. 2 from the Smut Prompts. Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

B) “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

Warnings: smut

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“Look at us so young!” You held up a picture of you and Frenkie, taken four years ago back in The Netherlands. The two of you were seated on the floor of your bedroom, looking through a box of old photos. “Wow,” he chuckled, taking the photo from you and staring at it with a big smile, “you haven’t aged a day.” “Stop it,” you giggled. “I mean it,” he crawled over to you on all fours, and kissed you hungrily. “You’re eager,” you chuckled, already knowing what this would be leading to. “Definitely.” His hands were already all over you, and he was kissing you nearly without pause.

Frenkie was quickly undoing your clothes, and you helped him get out of his. Once the both of you were naked, he gently pushed you back until you lay flat on the ground. He sat between your thighs as you spread your legs, ready for him. You whimpered softly as he pushed his cock gently inside you. “You good, babe?” He stopped momentarily. You nodded quickly, eager for him to go on. He pushed deeper inside you. Once he was fully in, he gently lowered himself on top of you, your chests pressed together. His weight pinned you to the floor, but it only added to your own arousal. His hips started to move, grinding slowly into your loins. He fucked you gently, very considerate not to hurt you in any way. As he did so, he continuously kissed your neck, and his hands were running up and down your body. “Oh fuck, don’t stop...” You moaned in ecstasy, already knowing he was going to make you cum hard. Frenkie moaned softly in your ear. You could see he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Oh, babe,” you moaned. You felt every inch of his cock move inside you and it was fantastic. With every stroke, both your moans were getting more pronounced. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, gently biting your earlobe. His panting breaths were on the skin of your neck, bringing you so close to your own orgasm. He suddenly growled loudly, and you felt his cock spasm inside you after one final thrust forward. That was exactly what you needed to reach your own high. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips upwards to feel him deep inside you once more.

Frenkie remained lying on top of you, breathing hard. You ran your hand lovingly over his sweaty back, needing a moment to catch your breath, too. “That was amazing,” you panted. “I agree,” he mumbled into your ear. “I love you,” You kissed his neck. He raised his head to look at you. “I love you, too.”

Tags: @glam-khal, @marco-asensios, @real-mbappe, @kingkepaff

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Frenkie + 6 pls 😁

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

6. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to react that way.”

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Frenkie should have been back from training by now. He was over an hour later than usual, and you were starting to get worried. The two WhatsApp messages you had sent were still unread, and you hadn’t received any other word from him either. You were just about to call him, when you heard the front door open.

“You’re late.” You went to him to see if he was alright. “So what?” He snapped back. “Oh...” You were shocked at the harsh response, something you weren’t used to from him. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, passing a hand over his face, “I didn’t mean to react that way.” He closed the gap between the two of you and hugged you tightly. “It’s just... there’s so much unrest at the club at the moment,” he gently kissed the top of your head, "I'm just tired of it." “I know,” you answered, pressing your cheek against his chest, “I’m not blaming you.” “It doesn’t give me the right to snap at you,” Frenkie said softly, “you don’t deserve that.” You smiled into his chest. “You’re forgiven.”

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13 wth Frenkie pls :)

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13. Talking in their sleep

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You had grudgingly gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. It was a chilly night, so you were shivering when you climbed back into bed a few minutes later. You were ready to drift back off to sleep, when you heard him. “No...” Frenkie groaned in his sleep from beside you, “I don’t want to take the penalty.” “Frenk?” You frowned and sat up in bed again, wondering if he was awake. But he was still deep asleep, lying on his back next to you. “No, coach...” he suddenly grumbled again. “Sweetie?” You said. He twitched. “Yes, a red card seems fair.”

You lay back down on your side, facing him. “Easy, babe.” You lay your hand on his bare chest, gently caressing his skin. A shock went through him and he was suddenly looking right at you. “Wh--what?” He stammered softly. “You were talking in your sleep,” you whispered. “Oh,” he mumbled barely audible, "thanks." He closed his eyes and was instantly asleep again. You chuckled softly. In the morning he would probably not remember a thing of this.

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Fluff promts list posting #5

This was requested based on the fluff prompts.

'Gently waking him up', for Frenkie de Jong

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It was a rare Saturday afternoon and evening off for the Barcelona squad. Tonight you would be going out for dinner with Frenkie's parents, who were over visiting from The Netherlands.

Frenkie had been sunbathing in your garden, and had fallen asleep at some point. You checked your watch: 4.30 pm. You would be meeting his parents in about an hour, and he would have to start getting ready soon.

You went over to where Frenkie was sleeping in one of the deck chairs, knowing you would have to wake him up.

"Honey." You knelt down next to his chair. "Wake up, my love, we should be going soon." Frenkie didn't respond. His face still the utter peace of a blissful sleep. You gently ran your fingers along the skin of his arm, before softly squeezing his bicep. He stirred, but didn't fully wake yet. "Sweetie," you said softly, "we're meeting your parents in an hour." To strengthen your words, you planted a loving kiss on his forehead. Frenkie groaned softly and stirred. He opened his eyes just a crack to look at you, a smirk now playing on his lips. "Do that again," he mumbled sleepily. "What? This?" You giggled, before kissing him, but this time on the lips. "Exactly that," he smiled warmly, "no better way to get woken up."

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Can I request how a quarentine would be like with frankie de jong

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

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This quarantine had started to become quite boring after a while. Frenkie and you had seen probably all of Netflix by now, completed all the video games in your house, and finished most of the books you wanted to read.

The two of you were lying on the grass in your garden. Your head rested on Frenkie’s chest, as his fingers lovingly played with strands of your hair. The Spanish, spring sun casting a nice warmth over you.“So what should we do today?” You asked.“I should start up the videomeeting in a few minutes, for the group training.” Frenkie didn’t sound all that motivated.“Sure, but after that?” You continued.“We’ll see.” He kissed the top of your head, before moving out from under you, “I really need to do the training now.”

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Frenkie returned an hour and a half later. Despite having ambitious plans of getting some cleaning or washing done, you hadn’t moved from your spot in the garden.“I just though of something to do,” Frenkie announced.“Really?” You sat up enthusiastically.“I’m going to teach you to play football,” he said with a big smile.“I am a complete danger at any sport involving a ball, but I like it!” You jumped to your feet, and picked up the first football lying around your garden.

“So, what’s first?” You eagerly stood ready next to the ball. Frenkie laughed at your childlike enthusiasm.“We’ll start with a simple pass.” His foot expertly snatched the ball from beside you.“Like so.” He gently kicked the ball in the direction of the small goal on the other end of your garden, and effortlessly netted it.You eagerly picked up another ball lying around your garden, and stood ready.“Flick it gently with the inside of your foot, and aim for the goal,” he instructed. His hands around your waist repositioned you, so you had a good stance behind the ball.“Now kick it,” Frenkie continued.You kicked the ball, and sent it flying a good ten metres wide of the intended target.“As you can see, I am a natural,” you joked.Frenkie had been trying to suppress it, but now laughed out loud. He came to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pressing a chuckling kiss to your neck.“I love you,” he mumbled, as he tightened his embrace around you.

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May I plese request a Frenkie dejong taking care of you on your time of the month? (sorry. English may not be the best but thank you

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

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You were awoken by the menstrual cramps early in the morning, way before your alarm clock would go off. The cramps were heavier than usual, and you felt like curling up because of the pain. You grunted softly as you gout out of bed for a tampon. Moving around felt painful, and you were sure most of the day to come would be spent in bed or lying on the couch.

You returned to bed a few minutes later, wincing once again as you lay back down. “What’s wrong?” Frenkie mumbled sleepily beside you, “did you hurt yourself?” “Period,” you answered grumpily. “Cramps?” He asked, rolling himself over so he was now facing you. “Yeah, they’re worse than usual,” you grunted back. He made a sad face at you, and opened his arms for you, inviting you to snuggle against him. You accepted gratefully, quickly repositioning yourself. You pressed your back against his chest, as his arms warmly wrapped around you. “Better?” You felt his breath on your cheek as he spoke. “Hmm,” you hummed back. He carefully moved his hands to rest on your stomach. “About two hours before I need to get up to go to training,” he mumbled, “try to get some more sleep.” “I don’t think I can catch sleep anymore,” you said grumpily. The menstrual cramps seemed to get worse still. “Then just lie here with me,” Frenkie whispered. You kissed one of his arms around you. “I’ve got no problem with that.”

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How about a Frenkie with number 50? If possible.

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50. “Hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself.”

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It was his first red card since he had joined Barcelona.The second yellow card, which had led to him being sent off, was caused by a stupid and unnecessary foul. And Frenkie knew it.

As he walked off the pitch and back to the dressing room, he was biting back tears of frustration. Stupid, how stupid he had been! He should not have made that tackle!Frenkie sank down on a bench in the dressing room, and kicked his boots off in anger, sending them flying through the room. The match would go on for another fifteen minutes or so, and he needed this time alone to come to terms with what had just happened.

Frenkie sat unmoving on the bench until the rest of the team came crashing back in after the match. They had managed to win the match after all, so the atmosphere was quite relaxed.“Tough luck, man,” Gerard came up to Frenkie.“Yeah,” Frenkie sighed. Pent-up frustration was still boiling under his skin, waiting to burst out. He stood up from the bench to get changed out of his match kit.“That second yellow card was unfair,” Gerard continued, “you shouldn't have gotten it.”“But I did get it,” Frenkie mumbled grumpily.

Suddenly, Frenkie felt all the frustration burst out of him."Fuck!” He spat the word, and punched the wall he now stood facing.“Hey, don't do that!” Gerard grabbed Frenkie's wrist to prevent him from doing that again, “you'll hurt yourself.”Frenkie took a deep, shuddering breath. The tension and frustration was ebbing away somewhat after this sudden outburst, and he already regretted punching the wall, for his knuckles felt sore and bruised now.“You'll be fine.” Gerard sounded almost fatherly.Frenkie passed a hand over his face and sighed. “Yeah, I'll be fine.