#matthijs de ligt imagine

[lightsburnbrite]

What We Keep Secrets For: Part 5

Sam sat on the other side of Thomas's desk, right arm crossed over her chest defensively while she pinched the bridge of her nose with her left. A shudder ran through her body, the iced coffee she was was covered in drying to a sticky mess. She willed herself to hold back the tears as she unwillingly replayed the morning's events in her mind.

"Samira? Samira Klein?"

Sam was in the process of setting up the tripod so they could livestream the team loading on to the bus. She was on the club side of the traffic barrier but had moved as close to the street side as she could to get the whole shot.

Stopping, she looked up when she heard her name called. "I'm sorry?"

"So it is you." A slightly less than middle aged woman with a blunt platinum blonde bob stood on the other side of the barrier. "Figures he'd go for a younger, bouncier version."

Sam took a step back. "I think you may have me confused with-"

"Oh I know exactly who you are." The woman raised her voice now. "If you think you can waltz in and steal my husband…"

The team had already begun to take their seats on the bus. Some were settle but a commotion outside had caught their attention. Matthijs had his earbuds in but when he saw his teammates move to the side, watching something out the window, he took notice as well. He moved over just in time to see an unknown woman reach out and slap Sam while attempting to grab a handful of her hair.

Matthijs scrambled out of the row of seats, off the bus, and sprinted down the pavement. Some others took his lead as well. Benji and Müller put themselves between the woman, who had thrown her iced coffee at her, and Sam while Matthijs immediately went to comfort her.

"What was that?" Matthijs wiped some of the coffee away before resting his hand on her cheek.

Sam was visibly trembling, looking at the ground behind Matthijs. "She said Lukas was���is?…her husband."

They both turned to watch as security came and escorted the woman away.

"Are you ok?" Matthijs had his hands on eight side of her face willing her to look at him. He knew the bus would be leaving soon but wanted to make sure the situation was at least somewhat resolved before he had to go. "Just take the rest of the day off. Go back to my place, don't go home, and I'll be there as soon as we're done, Ok?" He kissed her forehead before pulling her against him. "I love you."

As soon as he got back on the bus, he realized his teammates had seen their interaction and he knew the cat was out of the bag. Matthijs took the gentle ribbing and congratulatory shoves from his teammates but that wasn't what he was worried about. Between the scene that was caused and then the fact that it was now known that she was dating a player, he didn't think this would end well for Sam.

"The problem is," Thomas started, "It's messy. We could tell you that you need to stop seeing De Light but that doesn't erase the past four months. And who is to say you wouldn't then fancy someone else. Plus there's the drama today and the broken equipment…it's messy."

Sam closed her eyes and nodded. "Can I please just go home now?

"Um," Thomas hesitated. "I think it would be best if we had you clean out your desk and handle all the termination paperwork now instead of having you come back in another day."

Once she had all of her personal items in a tidy little box sitting on the back seat of her car, Sam rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She ignored what Matthijs said and went to her apartment, she figured that Lukas's wife had made enough of a scene that neither she nor he would seek her out. 

After a shower and a load of laundry, Sam sat down to see just how much time she had before she couldn't afford to pay rent anymore. She knew she'd need to update her portfolio but all she had done for the last year was social media and that wasn't really what she saw a a career she wanted. 

"Wow," Eva came home from work to find Sam in her robe, hair done up in a towel turban, and a glass of Rosé next to her. "Did you actually get out of work early?"

Sam let out a sigh and shook her head. "My life has basically devolved into a shit show over the past eight hours."

"Wait, what happened?" Eva's eyes widened as she pulled out a stool and sat next to Sam.

After Sam recounted the day's events, she put her hands on top of her head and shrugged. "So I have like a month and a half to find another job. I'd say start looking for another roommate now."

"I can't do that, Sam." Eva automatically shook her head. "What I I get someone lined up but then you find a job? Or, what if I find someone before-"

Sam shrugged. "I can't have you worrying about me too. I'll get something figured out."

Their conversation was interrupted by Sam's phone ringing. Initially, she was going to ignore it, but she saw that it was Matthijs calling. She excused herself to her room and flopped down on the bed.

"Hey."

"Sami." His tone was gentle, almost apologetic. "I don't have a ton of time to talk but I wanted to make sure you were doing ok. I've been worried about you all day."

She hesitated. "I'm…I don't know. They fired me but honestly, I don't know if I could show my face again after everyone saw me get beat up so there's that."

Sam let out a nervous laugh waiting for Matthijs to respond.

"What can I do? I want to help you-"

She cut him off. "Honestly? I think you could probably use some space from me right now. The last thing I want to happen is for you to then have a difficult run because of me."

"No." She hadn't heard him use quite that firm of a voice before. "We're not going there. Listen, I have to go but we'll finish this conversation when I get home, ok?"

When she didn't respond initially, he continued with his somewhat firm tone. "Sami."

"Ok," She sighed and decided to complete his thought from earlier in the day. "And I love you too."

When Sam came back out from her bedroom, Eva was busy on her phone but she put it down as soon as she saw Sam.

"So you really think I should start looking for another roommate?"

Sam shrugged. "Things are really up in the air for me right now and I don't want to be taking up space and not able to contribute to my share of the rent."

"I mean," Eva pressed her lips together. "I get what you're saying, but that doesn't mean I'm not going t be sad about it."

With a nod, Sam bowed her head slightly. "I know. Me too."

"At least if you were moving in with Prince Charming I could be happy for you." She moved over to the sofa and sat, crossing her legs underneath her. "What do you think you'll do?"

She shrugged now. "Probably move back in with my parents until I can find something else."   

When Matthijs made it back to his apartment, he wasn't surprised that Sam wasn't there, but he was disappointed. After Sam suggested that he needed a break from her, Matthijs looked back through their messages to see if there was anything that indicated she was wanting to break things off. He figured her seemingly new feelings all stemmed from the incident at the club. Finally, he sent her a message asking if she was coming over or if she wanted him to go to her. 

He waited a few minutes and when she hadn't replied, he put his phone down and walked away. The team was given the day off tomorrow but he'd almost wiped there was at least one session, he wanted something to occupy his mind so he wasn't dwelling on where Sam's head was at. 

Matthijs stood in front of the refrigerator, trying to decide if he was actually hungry, when he heard the chime signaling that the lift doors were opening. He nearly sprinted to the hallway to meet Sam, stoping just short of crashing in to her. 

Sam looked up at him, offering an apologetic smile before letting herself lean into him. Matthijs wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as she'd tolerate before resting his head on top of hers.

Eventually, he stepped back and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Why do you think I need break from you?"

"When Thomas told me I was being let go," Her shoulders slumped and she avoided looking into his eyes, "All he kept saying was it's messy. I don't want to be a distraction for you or surrounding you. People need to see you, not your messy girlfriend."

Matthijs raised an eyebrow before he leaned in and kissed her. "You're not messy. Your…ex? Hookup? Former fling? Whatever you want to call him, that was the messy part. Not you. The way I see it, you're not affiliated with the club anymore so what is there to be worried about? Just go about your business and we'll be fine."

"I'm not-" Sam sighed and leaned back in to him. "I'm not breaking up with you, I just feel like I need to lay low for a little bit, ok?"

He ran his fingers through her hair while gently rocking them in a swaying motion. "Ok…what exactly does that look like?"

"I'm going to go stay with my parents for a bit." Resting her hand on the small of his back, Sam let her finger slide under the hemline and stroke his skin. "Save some money while I'm looking for my next job."

Matthijs immediately stepped back and put his hands on his hips, a mock display of incredulity.  "You could do the same thing by moving in with me."

"I know, it's just…" Sam moved closer, kissing him this time. "I want to move in when it's because we're ready to live together, not out of necessity."

When he pulled a face that was a mix between a frown and a pout. Sam laughed and kissed him again. "I won't be that far away, less than an hour, ok?"

"Ok." He continued to frown. "Will you at least stay tonight?"

Sam beamed back at him. "I was hoping you'd ask me that."

They camped out on the sofa and watched a bit of tv before Matthijs stood up and stretched. He held his hand out to Sam, encouraging her to stand as well.  "You know I'm going to miss you."

“Oh really?” Sam folded her arms across her chest with a smirk and the slightest bit of defiance.

He knew that look well.

“Really.” Stepping forward, Matthijs put his hands on her hips and drew her closer. Kissing her lips once, he ran his fingers through her hair. “I love your eyes and your nose…your lips, your chin.” He kissed her again as Sam stretched up on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sam let out a little giggle as his hands went back to her waist.

“I love your neck and your shoulders…” When Matthijs slipped his hands under her shirt and let them rest on her ribcage, his thumbs lightly grazing under her breasts, he felt Sam inhale deeply. Gently, he stroked his fingers down her spine before taking the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Sam shivered, naked from the waist up as Matthijs pulled her back against him. Leaning forward into him, Sam rested her head against his collar bone as he began to kiss her neck, his thumbs brushing across her nipples. "I think we need to relocate. My bed is going to be much more comfortable than the floor."

Biting her lip, she smiled at him as she let Matthijs lead them back to his bedroom. Sam rested her hands on his chest, slowly dragging them down to his waist. Arms over his head, Matthijs grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side along with hers. Glancing down, he watched as she tugged on his belt, quickly unfastening it before she moved to the button and zipper of his pants. Matthijs stepped on the back of each shoe, promptly kicking them off before Sam had the chance to tug his pants down to his knees, stroking his calves as she went along.

When he kicked my pants to the side as well, Sam laughed as she traced the outline of his prominent erection with her finger. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were happy to see me.”

Matthijs shrugged before taking a step closer to her. “So, what are we going to do about that?”

Before Sam could respond, he took hold of the tie on her joggers and gave it a tug, causing them to fall to the ground as well. Sam stepped out of the fabric that had now pooled at her feet. With one hand, she lightly rubbed his now throbbing bulge and made him lose track of his thoughts. Breathing in deeply, Matthijs tipped his head forward and let it rest against hers.

Sinking down to her knees, Sam hooked her finger tips on the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. Looking up at him to make sure he was watching, she gently placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock. He brushed her hair out of her face, holding it off to the side to keep it out of her way. Matthijs felt his breath catch as she opened her mouth wider and took the length of him down her throat.

“Jesus, Sami.” He leaned back and braced himself against the edge of the nightstand, not being able to think past the fact that her humming was now pulsating throughout his groin. On any given day, Matthijs would have had no problem going twice or maybe even three times, but tonight he knew he didn’t have it left in him. “Ok…babe…just…hang on…” 

Sitting back on her heels, Sam looked up at him, lips slightly pouted. Raising the corner of his mouth in a smirk, Matthijs encouraged her to stand. It seemed like Sam knew what Matthijs had in mind and pushed him back on to the bed, climbing on top of him in one fluid motion. She leaned forward and kissed him, grinding her hips against his. Linking his hands behind his head, Matthijs was more than happy to just lean back and let Sam take over.

Closing his eyes, Matthijs moaned as Sam slid back over his hips. Taking hold of him in her hand, she stroked twice before guiding herself onto him. Once in a comfortable position, Sam tucked her legs up behind her, resting the tops of her feet on his lower legs, and began to rock her hips back and forth. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on either side and kept up a fervent pace.

Sam cried out, her moans eventually dying down to a whimper, as her entire body went rigid for a moment before she laid back down on top of him.

“My plan was to just take care of you tonight, but when have I ever turned you down?” Matthijs stroked her hair as they listened to the silence around them. 

Finally, Sam let out a sigh as she snuggled in closer. "Maybe I could keep some clothes here? Stay over on the weekends so I can go to your matches?"

Matthijs gave her a squeeze. "I'll take you as often as I can get you, Sami."

[football-and-fanfics]

Frenkie de Jong masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Frenkie de Jong (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 14 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020: (💦= smut imagine)

Time of the month

Quarantine

"Hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself."

Gently waking him up

"Don't stop." 💦

Talking in their sleep

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react that way."

Imagines posted in 2021:

Being sick, but still showing up for training

Proposing and planning the wedding

"I just want to go back to sleep."

Getting called up for the national team

Imagines posted in 2022:

Difficult time at Barca

Struggles (with Matthijs de Ligt and Donny van de Beek)

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

[footballxixstars]

Matthijs de Ligt

Matthijs de Ligt born on the 12th of August 1999. He plays for Bayern Munich and Netherlands National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Dutch Christmas ~ This year instead of spending Christmas with your family you decide to go to the Netherlands to spend it with Matthijs’. Your first Dutch Christmas

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[arrrseeenalfc]

De Ligt morning sex but it’s really soft and fluffy

Thank you requesting x let me know what you think

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You feel his hands trace lightly on your thigh as his semi is cushioned between your ass. You feel the need for his hands to grab you as you feel him. You sigh as he walks his fingers closer to your pussy. His fingers hovering over your underwear as he feels you push back into him.

"Matthijs.." You slowly grind against him but he stops you and spreads you thighs wide, one knee up with other still on the bed.

He trails a finger across your slit, underwear stopping him from collecting your juices. He teases you, rubbing his thumb against your clit, frustrating you at the lack of connection.

You whine and he chuckles. He slides your underwear to the side and slips a finger inside you, your walls clenching around him and he starts increasing his pace.

"Good morning sweetheart." He whispers as he adds another finger.

"M-morning." You moan as he curls his fingers inside you.

"Inside me please." You say as you grab his hard on, matching your strokes with how his fingers are fucking you.

He pulls you under him as he starts to kiss your neck, jaw and lips. His fingers still moving as you widen your legs to accommodate him. Your grab the sheets as he leaves little nicks on your neck and collarbone, his tongue soothing every bite before moving to the next piece of unblemished skin.

He aligns himself with you, both your hips only centimetres away. You drag your hands across his torso lazily, running it down until you can grab his erection, still covered by his unnecessary boxers. He growls, twitching as you eagerly pull on his waistband. He finally pull his boxers down, the sight of his fully erected cock stringing up makes you squeeze around his fingers.

"Hopefully this walks you up better." He smirks as he removes his fingers, using your juices to coat his tip before he lines up against your gaping pink hole.

He slowly enters, making sure to stretch you out. Your chest rises as he finally bottoms out.

"So big.," you moan as he hovers over you.

He pulls out, leaving just the tip before roughly thrusting back inside. His pace is steady as he pleases you. You grab his face kissing his hard, pulling on his hair as he uses his hand to choke you. You break away and watch as the mixture of your spit are displayed on both your lips.

"Fuck baby, you're so beautiful." He moans as you wrap your legs around him.

You kiss his neck, nibbling in skin as you feel your coil about to snap.

Your breathing gets sharper as you watch him bring his thumb into your mouth. You give it a good suck until he takes it out to play with your clit. He increases his pace with his thumb, your throbbing clit sparking excitement.

"Baby I-" you attempt to speak.

"Milk on my dick sugar," he commands and you feel a shiver run through you as your coil snaps.

He gives a few more thrusts until you feel him still as his load coats your insides. He flops on his back, bringing you on top of him still connected.

"I love you." You mewl as the sensitivity kicks in.

"I love you too baby." He says.

"You want to clean up and I'll get breakfast sorted?" He ask gently caressing your hair.

"Mm sounds nice but I really want to shower with you." You say as you look up to him.

He's smirking as he sees your eyes still covered in desire.

"Anything for my baby." He brings your lips to his and positions you so you're straddling him.

He picks you up and walks towards the bathroom, arousal growing as he sits you on the cold tiled basin.

•

Hii hope you like thisss is this fluffy?? I'm really not sure but let me know what you think.

[fussball-imaginesz]

she’s different

words:very little,it took 15 minutes to write it

warnings:none

player:anyone

She is so different.Other girls have thousands of makeup,she has thousands of jerseys.Other girls love shopping,she would rather be at a football match.Other girls love romantic comedies where they cry their hearts out.She loves horror movies where she would laugh her heart out at him screaming like a little baby.He loves her.Just because she’s not a normal girl.Just because she screams and curses the referee on his matches like his ex didn’t.Just because she would be with the die hard fans at stands rather than in VIP seats. She knows she can’t control her loud screams and curses towards the ref while other WAGs are there.So she is going to stands.Not in any stands.The ‘north’ stands.Craziest.True fans who would die for the team go there.She maybe is a girl,but very popular from stands to have a fiery temper and to say meanest things to referees.So right now,he’s with his team.In front of those stands.Looking directly in her eyes.They just won.They just won Champions League.She was crying,wearing no makeup she could ruin,clutching the material of his jersey on her chest and looking at the sky, both crying and laughing.He looked at his teammates.They are crying too.Everybody’s happy.Just not him.He has a transfer offered to one of best places on Earth.He wants to go. He told his coach he was thinking about it, begging him not to tell anyone yet.He knew she would love it.It was in the city of her dreams.He speaks that language and so does she.He knows the guys from the team well,some from the national team.He was looking up at the sky,thinking of how he could tell her,the girl in the stands that he was ready to propose any moment,that she will never see him in the color of jersey that is on him currently again?She was a baby when she got her first jersey.She is practically taught to love only one team.His team.So how does he tell her?

“You don’t”he stopped looking at the sky, turning to his teammate,he knows that he knows,it’s the look in his eyes.

“I know”

“There is only one solution”he patted him.

“I know..To stay.”

He really likes it here.God,why was he thinking he could do this?

“And the only option”he continued,his teammate trying to hide happiness by just nodding and walking away.

He doesn’t .

He stays.

Until the end.

And marries her,of course.

If it wasn’t her,he would have been at plane to destination of his new club right now.But no.

He will put that ring on her finger.

[mashafootball]

Stay a little longer - Matthijs de Ligt Imagine

Requested: @jenniiee1996 I really hope you like the imagine. Feedback would be much appreciated. 

Request: Lazy Morning with Matthijs de Ligt 

The first thing you noticed after waking up was the sound of the heavy rain hitting your big bedroom windows, creating a gloomy cozy atmosphere in your warm apartment. You tiredly rubbed your eyes, getting adjusted to the daylight as you rolled over, soon hitting your boyfriend’s broad chest. It didn’t really surprise you when you noticed Matthijs was still fast asleep, soft snores leaving his mouth as his chest was moving up and down, not showing any signs of waking up anytime soon.

Usually Matthijs was the first one to wake up, due to his early training sessions, but you were finally able to spend a free weekend together, being able to sleep in as long as you desired. And your Dutch boyfriend apparently really enjoyed it and you didn’t want to spoil the fun. When you realized that you probably weren’t able to fall asleep again, you still decided to stay in bed, to enjoy the warmth your boyfriend was radiating, cuddling against him.

Suddenly you felt Matthijs’ arm sneaking around your waist, pulling you even closer towards his naked upper body. You could sense that he was trying to suppress a smile, acting like he wasn’t already awake. “I know you are awake.”, you whispered, cuddling further against his chest. When your boyfriend didn’t reply, you gently started to tickle his sides, knowing that he was way to ticklish to hold back now. “Stop.”, he moaned, trying to get a hold of your arm, blindly grabbing you in order to stop you.

“Do you want to go out and get breakfast?”, he asked, his hand gently rubbing over your hip. “Can we stay like this a little longer?”, you wanted to know instead of answering him properly. Matthijs just nodded, tightening the grip around your body a little. “I love this.”, you whispered, your voice sounding a bit muffled because you were pressed against his chest. “I love this too.”, he replied, his large hands slowly stroking up and down your back, almost soothing you back to sleep.

Softly you started brushing your fingers through Matthijs short blonde hair and you were sure you were hearing light snores leaving his mouth again after two minutes of massaging his scalp. Even though you started to feel a little bored, you decided to let your boyfriend be – he deserved this, every minute of sleep he could get. The season had been long, stressful, very successful too, but also very tiring for your boyfriend. After a while you almost felt yourself drifting off into a light slumber again too, but all of a sudden, your stomach started grumbling. As you carefully started trying to free yourself from your boyfriend’s octopus-grip, careful not to wake him, you accidently hit your elbow against his cheek, making him groan and wake up immediately. “What happened?”, he complained, his fingers brushing over his already reddened cheek. You tried to suppress your giggle as you lips found the red spot on his face, “I’m sorry babe, you were in my way.”, you explained. “I was asleep.”, he groaned, rolling over. “Still in my way.”, you told him grinning, “Sorry, does it hurt?”

“No.”, he said while giving you a stern look, “but I can’t believe you actually hit me in the face.”, you could already tell that he was joking around, the twitching of his lips and the slight glister in his eyes giving him completely away. He tried to do that every time you accidentally hurt him, whether it was him tripping over because your shoes were in the way, falling over your suitcases – he always tried to make you feel bad about it, telling you how shocked he was that you actually could be that violent. “Cut it.”, you stated, rolling your eyes, “I know what you are doing.”, you continued as he turned around, giving you a questioning look. He knew exactly what he was doing!

“You do?”, he asked acting all surprised, licking over his lips. “You do that all the time. You should stick to football though, because acting doesn’t seem like your talent at all.”, you told him in the same provoking tone, lifting an eyebrow. “Cut the sass.”, Matthijs blurted out, making you frown. To you, it was already clear what he was trying to achieve. This boy had very special tactics when it came to getting into your pants and making you ‘mad’ was one of them. “You aren’t getting any.”, you told him therefore, making a shocked expression appear on his face.

“Are you accusing me of something, Miss?”, he chuckled pointing a finger at himself, plopping down onto the bed again. “Maybe.”, you teased, shrugging your shoulders and shooting him a smile.

“I don’t think that’s fair.”, you felt his hand slowly brushing over your hip, pulling you towards his body once again, “Just like you hitting me – an innocent man sleeping – right in the face.”, he continued, letting out a dramatic sigh. “You are such a Drama Queen de Ligt.”, you declared softly, slightly enjoying all the affection he was giving you this morning. Matthijs continued snickering around, complaining every two minutes about you hitting him in the face, meanwhile his lips hardly ever left your body, leaving you in giggles, scoffs and goosebumps. You adored this silly side of your boyfriend.

“I’m hungry.”, you breathed out after a while of messily making out. “And I’m injured.”, Matthijs added, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “Stop acting like I did in on purpose. You will be fine, I think.”

“You didn’t?”, Matthijs asked, acting all surprised. “You are such an idiot.”, after lightly hitting him in the chest, you rolled over to your side of the bed. Your left foot was already touching the cold floor when you felt your boyfriend’s arms around you once again. “I’m hungry.”, you stated, again. “Stay.”, Matthijs murmured softly, making your heart flutter, “A – I’m not done annoying you yet. B – I’m not done cuddling you yet. C – I still dream about getting some. So, stay here, in bed with me!”

[flickermich]

All the roads lead to rome... All the rumours lead to Bayern...

[macybeckham7]

Being with de Ligt before his operation

You knew he was nervous, you stayed by his side and kissed him softly as you told him that everything was going to be alright and he doesn't have to be nervous. Your hand run through his hair as you try and calm him down. 

‘Will you be here when I wake up?’ he asks in a soft voice.

You nod and smile at him. ‘Of course I will, I will be here, I am here with you throughout’  you grin. 

He giggles as his eyes look over at all of birthday balloons you had put in his room. 

‘This is a good way to spend my birthday’ he giggles. 

You kiss him gently as you tell him how much you love him. 

[teamcristiano]

@mdeligt_:  NYC 🗽

[heartsoftruth]

13.10.18

[lightsburnbrite]

What We Keep Secrets For: Part 3

"Sam! Sam, wake up!"

Awoken from a dead sleep, Sam shot up as soon as she heard the panic in Eva's voice. "What's wrong?"

As soon as Sam made it to Eva, she could tell she was shaking. "What is it?"

"There's someone at the door." Eva was gasping now. "A man."

Sam stood in front of Eva with her hands on her forearms. "Ok, just, take a breath. Wait here and I'll see what's going on."

"No!" Eva shook her head. "I got an alert on my phone from the doorbell camera-"

She gently squeezed Eva's forearm. "Ok, let me see."

Eva handed Sam her phone, tapping the screen to wake it up. There, Sam saw an obviously drunk Matthijs leaning against the wall by their front door.

"Eva, it's ok. I know him." Sam nodded at Eva, trying to calm her as she grabbed her robe from the back of a chair. "I'm going to go let him in so you can stay out and meet him or go back to your room. I promise, he's harmless."

Shaking her head, Eva let out an exhausted sigh. "I can't go back to sleep after this."

Sam smiled apologetically at Eva before going to the door.

"Sami! Babe!" He grinned at her, wobbling as he attempted to stand up straight.

Sam smiled back at him in a somewhat expectant way. She knew what she was about to say could sound harsh so she placed her hand on his cheek. "What are you doing here?"

He nodded, looking more like a bobblehead, as if to acknowledge his surprise visit. "Went out with the boys. Got a bit pissed. Gave the uber the wrong address and my phone died."

Sam stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"And, like, didn't want to knock cause…roommate…so" He looked down sheepishly, like a little boy that had been scolded. "Here I am."

"C'mon." Sam let her hand fall only to pick his up. "You've really freaked Eva out so just-"

"Oh." Matthijs pouted slightly. "Sorry."

Sam gave his hand a squeeze. "It's ok, just try not to startle her, she's waiting in the kitchen."

Holding on to his arm to guide him, Sam led Matthijs through to the kitchen where Eva was in the process of making a cup of tea.

"So, Eva, this is Matthijs, the guy I've been talking to." Sam put her hand on shoulder. "Matt, this is my roommate, Eva."

"Sorry," Matthijs held his hand up and ducked his head in a non verbal apology. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Turning her attention to Eva, Sam continued to hold on to Matthijs as though he'd wander off if she didn't. "I'm going to go put him to bed. You sure you're ok?"

When Eva nodded her response, Sam took Matthijs back to her bedroom. Walking him to the edge of the bed, she motioned for him to sit down. Starting with his shoes, Sam began the process of undressing him.

"Are you mad at me?" Matthijs had started playing with Sam's hair until she asked him to stand so she could remove his pants.

Sam shook her head, removing his hoodie and then his t shirt before turning her attention back to him. Cradling his face with her hands, she encouraged Matthijs to lean down so she could place a kiss on his forehead. "I'm mad at myself. I don't think I've been fair to you."

Even in the dark, she could see Matthijs frown. "What do you mean?"

"Get some sleep." She smoothed his hair back. "We'll talk more in the morning when you'll actually remember it."

"Are you leaving?" Matthijs reached out for her hand.

Sam moved closer and gave his hand a squeeze. "I'm going to go check on Eva and then I'll be back." 

Walking back out to the kitchen, Sam found Eva sitting on the couch.

"Well," Eva laughed. "At least he's a good looking."

"I'm so sorry, Eva." Sam had to laugh after she had seemingly recovered from the shock. "He really is a total sweetheart."

Once Sam was convinced that Eva held no ill feelings towards Matthijs, she returned to her bedroom where she found him sound asleep, his arm flung over his face, shielding his eyes. Tossing her robe back to its usual place on the chair, she slipped into bed next to him, thankful that she had shaved her legs yesterday. Sam laid there with her eyes closed for a moment before opening them again. She turned and looked at him before letting out a sigh and moving close enough to drape her arm over his waist. As soon as he felt her next to him, Matthijs brought his arm down around Sam's shoulders and let out a deep, contented sigh.

Sam awoke again to realize that somewhere in the early hours, their positions had shifted to where they were spooning and she was completely engulfed by Matthijs. She laid there a bit longer, savoring the feeling of having his body next to hers, before carefully sliding out from under his arm. Once on her feet, Sam leaned in and kissed his forehead before making her way to the bathroom. 

When she got back to her bedroom, Matthijs was barely awake but showed no signs that he was interested in getting out of bed.

"Sami." He let out a little groan. "Be honest. How much of a fool did I make of myself?"

Sam shook her head. "You didn't."

He raised an eyebrow as if he didn't exactly believe her. 

"Um," Sam sat down on the edge of the bed closest to him. "I think I'm ready for that date now."

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. "C'mere, you." 

Leaning in, Sam let their foreheads touch before closing her eyes. She felt his lips on hers, gently at first, before his tongue begged for entrance. 

Matthijs slipped his hands under her shirt, lazily dragging them up and down her sides. He had brought his hands up to cup her breasts before Sam broke off the kiss and sat back up, pressing her lips together. For a brief moment, Matthijs thought he'd made a mistake.

"I know you have off today but I do have to go in to work." She ran her fingers through his hair. "I can take you home on my way."

Matthijs gazed back at her, his eyes still somewhat bleary before he looked past her and frowned. "I was going to put an extra conditioning session in with the fitness coach."

"Well." Sam laid back down and kissed him briefly. "What is it they say? Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead."

That got a laugh out of him. "What?"

She pressed her lips into a wry smile. "We'll ride in together then." 

After she'd said it, Sam had a tinge of regret. What if they were spotted coming in together? Would it actually be an issue or was she exaggerating things in her mind? Either way, she didn't need to worry as the grounds were practically deserted save for the office and essential staff. Sam sat and worked at her desk for a while before she needed to get up and take a break from the screen. She stopped by a window only to realize she was overlooking the pitch where Matthijs was doing his sprint training. Watching for a minute, she realized she was smiling. 

Sam pulled out the work phone and took a quick video, set it to The Beastie Boys' "No Sleep Til Brooklyn" and added a couple of running emojis before posting it on instagram. 

When she went to check the time on her personal phone, she saw a text only to have her heart sink hen she realized it was from Lukas.

can I come over tonight?

She briefly entertained relaying but instead, swiped to clear it from the home screen. She didn't have read receipts on and she hoped that Lukas would get the idea that she didn't want to see him anymore.

Looking back again, the pitch was empty and Sam took that as her cue to get back to work. She sent Matthijs a text to let her know when he was ready to leave and soon he met her at her car. 

"You wanna grab dinner tonight?" Sam put the car in reverse and checked her mirrors before glancing back at Matthijs.

He smirked and gave a little shrug, making an over exaggerated effort to play it cool. "Yeah, I guess we could do that. On one condition."

"And what might that be?" She lifted an eyebrow and offered a smirk of her own.

He ever so slightly hesitated before he continued. "I would really like to make you dinner."

Sam tried to downplay her excitement. "Yeah, yeah. I think we could do that."

"Ok. Good." He spoke so fast that he laughed at himself. "Good."

"Can I bring anything?" Sam alternated between glancing at him and watching the road. She loved watching his facial expressions so it was difficult to not keep her eyes on him.

He stuck his lower lip out slightly as he shook his head. "No, just you."

"Ok." Despite her best efforts, Sam let out a little giggle. "I can do that."

Once Sam had dropped him off at his place, Matthijs went into planning mode. He wanted to impress her but he knew his culinary skills were mediocre at best. Still, in their time together, he had noticed that it wasn't going to be money or flash that would impress her. Sam's love language seemed to be based on quality time and that, he could work with.

Matthijs kept an eye on the clock and had set the table but decided to leave the bulk of the work for when Sam got there. As he was assembling the salad, Matthijs noticed he had a nervous sort of energy that he usually only experienced on match days. 

He wanted to laugh, Sam was essentially his girlfriend at this point, they spent a lot of time together and he knew they got on well, so why was he getting butterflies? Then it hit him, the most that they had done was kiss and tonight there was the possibility of sex. What if they weren't compatible that way? What if the sex was bad? There was no point in staying in a relationship if they didn't mesh and the thought of losing Sam wasn't something he wanted to face.

The chime of the elevator door brought him out of his thoughts and he nearly broke out in to a jog to answer it. Matthijs was practically beaming as he welcomed Sam in. She laughed a little bit. "The, uh, concierge told me which elevator was yours."

If she had been looking closely, Sam would have seen him blush. 

"Yeah. I'm still getting used to that too. So," He took Sam by the hand, "Let me show you around first."

He stopped for a moment as if trying to figure out which door he wanted to start with. "Um, so the first thing is the coat closet and then the guest bathroom through here. This way takes you to the main areas, kitchen living room and the main terrace. If you go right it takes you to the bedrooms. Do you wanna put your stuff down?" 

"Sure." Sam nodded, hoping she could remember her way around later.

They walked through to another corridor which, again, had multiple doors. "Left is the guest room, the bathroom with the tub and an empty room," He gave a little shrug. "I haven't thought of something to put in there yet. But here, here's my room." 

He went to the end of the hallway and opened another door which caused the space to fill with the waning light of the sunset. Immediately, Sam walked towards the terrace before she turned back to him. "This view is stunning."

"Yeah," He shrugged. "I like it."

Sam stood for a moment longer before Matthijs offered to take her bag. "The closet is here and then the bathroom too. This one has a sauna."

"Ok, mister fancy pants." Sam raised an eyebrow. "But I was also promised dinner."

His face lit up. "Right. We're going to make it."

"No," Sam immediately shook her head. "I'm a disaster in the kitchen."

Matthijs couldn't help but to roll his eyes. "Trust me, if you can boil water, you can do this."

"You underestimate my ability to make a mess." Sam took a step forward, egging him on. 

Matthijs cocked his head. “Challenge accepted. C’mon.”

Leading her back to the kitchen, he pointed out a large pot. “So first we fill it with water..”

“I know that much.” Sam playfully shoved him. “What are we doing with it?”

“Cacio e Pepe” Matthijs announced proudly. “It’s one of the few dishes I can make really well.”

Sam looked at him with skepticism. “I’m going to take your word for it because I have no idea what that it.” 

“Pasta, Sami. It’s pasta.” He shook his head in mock disbelief.

As he was putting the pot of water on to boil, he pointed out the box grater and block of pecorino cheese. "Everything comes together pretty quick so go ahead and grate that while we're waiting for the water to boil."

"Like, the whole thing?" Sam knew she could handle grating cheese but she wanted to know if ad when to stop.

By now, Matthijs was getting out a large skillet. He turned back to Sam and shrugged. "Yeah, might as well. The Parmesan too."

He watched, from the corner of his eye, as Sam concentrated on her task. Matthijs felt himself smiling as she chewed on her lower lip, an act of intense focus. 

"K." He gently bumped her with his hip. "The pasta needs to cook for about three or four minutes. Now, we add some butter and olive oil to the pan, then lots of pepper and let it simmer. Can you get the colander ready?"

Sam nodded and moved the colander to the sink and then watched as Matthijs took a glass measuring cup and dipped it in to the water. "Can you drain the linguine while I add this to the sauce?"

Once the pasta was ready, Sam took a step back and watched as he added a little more butter to the sauce and then added the pasta to the pan. "Now the cheese…and there we go. All done."

"That's it?" Sam was surprised at how little time it actually took from start to finish.

"Yep." Matthijs nodded as he put some on two plates and moved them to the table. "Want any wine?"

"Yeah, sure." She wasn't a big wine drinker but she also wanted to impress him so Sam figured she could handle sipping a glass or two.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Sam spoke up. "This is really good."

"You sound surprised." Matthijs lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, it's just-" She stammered a bit until she realized he was just giving her a hard time. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous."

He looked back at her earnestly. "Why are you nervous?"

"You know, I guess it's just…" She sighed. "The more time I spend with you, it's made me realize that I really like you and I want this to work out." 

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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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Day 4 ~ Matthijs de Ligt

Dutch Christmas

Countdown to Christmas 2019

Warning: I’m not Dutch so this may not be how Dutch people celebrate Christmas! Also some of the Dutch words I’ve used may be wrong!!

Usually, you spend Christmas with your family so you do everything the British way but this year you agreed with Matthijs that you would spend this Christmas with his family. You were going to have a Dutch Christmas with everything that they enjoy. All you know about a Dutch Christmas is that it is a major family event where the whole family comes round. You also know that they have two Christmas Santa’s. One called Sinterklaas who comes on the 5th of December and the other called Kerstman who comes around on Christmas Eve. You had been told by Matthijs that Christmas was a time where the whole family gets together to sing carols, play games, watch movies, tell Christmas tales and eat some holiday feasts.

“Merry Christmas” Matthijs said when he saw you stirring awake in your sleep. You lazily opened your eyes. You didn’t want to get up and out of bed because you knew that it would be cold and it was nice and warm in bed with Matthijs. You didn’t get a lot of this silence together because his mum started knocking on all of the doors to wake everyone up.

“Yeah, we’re up. We will be down in a minute.” Matthijs shouted through the door. He sighed leaning in closer to you and you knew that he wouldn’t move from the bed unless you actually forced him to.

“Come on.” You said literally pushing Matthijs out of the bed. There was a loud thump as soon as his body hit the floor and you couldn’t help but laugh at the groan that left his lips. He knew that it would happen but he still didn’t move from the bed.

“Well you didn’t have to do that did you,” Matthijs said poking his head up from the floor. This made you laugh even more that the fact you didn’t even see his whole head only the top of it. You were going to reply with some snarky comment but you got interrupted before you could.

“Matthijs, Y/N hurry up.” The twins, Fleur and Wouter, shouted at the same time. Matthijs groaned and put on a jumper before grabbing the presents from the cupboard which he brought for you and his other family members. You reluctantly got out of the warm bed and grabbed one of Matthijs’ jumpers because even though it was too big for you it was comfortable. You also couldn’t care less what you looked like you just wanted to be comfortable. You then helped Matthijs with the presents not wanting him to drop them when he tries to carry them down the stairs and into the living room. This also gave you the chance to grab the present that you brought Matthijs and somehow you got it to the Netherlands and wrapped it up without him finding out what it was because Matthijs likes knowing it all in advance so usually tries to find it so this year you hid it. It seemed like you hid it in a really good place. You grabbed them and opened the door for Matthijs since he couldn’t do it with the number of presents that were in his hands.

“Merry Christmas,” you said when you walked into the living room instantly placing the presents by the tree with the rest of them. You were meant to place them there last night but both you and Matthijs were so tired you forgot to.

“Vrolijk Kerstfeest!” Frank, Matthijs’ dad, said to you once you sat down on the sofa. Matthijs places the presents that he had under the tree before taking a seat next to you. You made conversation with Fleur whilst waiting for Matthijs’ mum to come before you start opening the presents.

“Time for Cadeau (presents)” Wouter said when he saw his mum walk into the room. They tried to use as much English as they could with you around but sometimes they would slip in some Dutch words. You didn’t really mind considering you knew quite a few Dutch words you just couldn’t put sentences together yet. But you were learning. You watched intently as everyone else opened up there presents. You never cared about getting presents you just enjoyed watching people’s faces light up at the presents you brought them. It’s probably why you enjoyed the idea of having children so much because of the way their faces would light up on Christmas Day. You knew you weren’t ready for children but you couldn’t wait for the day that you were.

“Y/N” Matthijs knocked you out of your thoughts. You turned around to face him and he passed you one of your presents. You read the label that was put on the present to see who it was from so that you could thank them. The first present that you got passed was from Fleur. You opened it carefully not knowing whether it was fragile or not and you didn’t want to take the risk of it breaking. When you opened it, it was your favourite perfume. The one you wear on special occasions so when you and Matthijs go out on dates and when you have to go to award ceremonies.

“Thank you Fleur, it smells amazing.” You turned around and smiled at her. You were guessing Matthijs told her what perfume that you wore most and what one you were running out of and that you needed. You got passed the next present and it was from Matthijs’ mum and dad. You opened it up and it was a map. A map that you could scratch out where you have been. You enjoyed travelling the world so this was a near-perfect present for you and it meant so much that it was Matthijs’ parents who got you it.

“Awww, this is incredible! Thank you.” You said to them. You tottally were not tearing up at the thought of this getting you this. It more and more felt like you were becoming part of there family which you were slightly since you were dating Matthijs but you weren’t dating him. The next present that got passed to you from Matthijs was from Wouter. It was quite a large present so it wouldn’t fit on your lap properly. Whilst opening it the first thing you saw was Matthijs’ face and it looked like it was on a canvas. You opened it up properly and it was the picture of you and Matthijs at the awards in 2018 when Matthijs won the golden boy award.

“Thank you, Wouter.” You said to him gobsmacked that he actually got this for you and Matthijs. Well, you were guessing it was for you and Matthijs since it was a picture of the both of you. It was one of your favourite pictures together. You passed the wrapping paper that had been collected on your knee to Frank you placed it in the bin for you.

“This one’s from me,” Matthijs said to you passing you a small present. You had said to each other to give one present each at his parent's house and save the rest for when you get home. You opened the present and it was a velvet box. You took a glance at Matthijs before continuing to open the box. Located in the box was a heart necklace and it had Matthijs name going down in the middle of it with a gem at the end of his name. You were guessing it was diamond because it was the birthstone of April which was the month that the two of you got together. You couldn’t form any words as you were shocked that he actually got you this.

“When or if we ever have children you can get parts and add their names to it as well with their birthstone. You can keep us all close at all times.” Matthijs said to you. You turned your head to him and gave him a hug. You wanted to give him a kiss as well but you didn’t really want to do that in front of his family so a hug would have to do for now. His mum knocked the both of you out of your trance by calling Matthijs’ name and passing him the present that you got him. He slowly opened it and revealed a box and on top of the box was some football cards. You had found the football cards in your house so thought it would be funny to rewrap them for him. You saw him laugh slightly before grabbing the box and opening it. It was a chain bracelet with your name on the front of it and if you turned it around it had a date on it. The date of which both of you got together. Matthijs moves closer to you so he could give you a proper hug.

“Thank you,” Matthijs said into your ear. When he pulled away he kissed your forehead before turning back to his mum who was passing more presents to him from the rest of them. You just watched smiling as the rest of them were opening the rest of the presents that people had brought them. When all of the presents got handed out and opened and all the thank yous got passed around Fleur and Matthijs’ mum stood up and began to walk to the kitchen before turning around to address you.

“Y/N do you want to come and help us?” Vivian, Matthijs’ mum, asked you. You nodded your head and made your way into the kitchen with Vivian and Fleur leaving the boys in the living room. You helped make the traditional Danish foods for Christmas learning new things about the foods. You had very little knowledge on what people ate in the Netherlands because you grew up in a different country and you currently live in Turin, Italy with Matthijs and he never really eats foods from the Netherlands. You started off by helping them with the meat since that takes the longest to cook. You didn’t really have a good idea on how to cook the meat so you just followed their instructions. There were 4 different types of meat but they were all quite small but plenty enough for everyone who was coming around. The meat consisted of Venison, Goose, Hare and Turkey. You wouldn’t eat the Christmas dinner till later in the day but they liked to know that everything was ready beforehand. The liked to get it all out of the way in the morning so that later on they could just relax and spend the time with family.

“So now the meat is all cooking we can prepare the vegetables Kerstbrood,” Vivian said grabbing everything that was needed to cut the vegetables and make the Kerstbrood. They liked to get everything prepared early do that they could just stick it in the oven or something when it had to start cooking. You looked over at the instructions confused since they were in Dutch so Fleur and Vivian would have to tell you what to do.

“Vegetables and what?” You asked having no idea what Kerstbrood was. It sounded a little bit like bread so you were guessing it was some sort of bread that they have at Christmas. You knew they had a lot of different food from what you are used to but you still had no idea what some of it was.

“Kerstbrood. It’s bread that contains dried fruit, raisins and currants, lemon and orange zest and other things.” Fleur said to you. You nodded your head trying not to make a face at what they said. You agreed to have Christmas like Matthijs did when he was growing up and if that meant trying foods like that you would gladly go along with it. You turned round to see what Matthijs was doing and you noticed him staring. You gave him a little smile before turning back to help with the Kerstbrood. He had to admit he loved how close you were to his family especially sister and mother. You tried to help Fleur and Vivian with making the food but you felt like you were getting in there way however they never said anything about it. You put in the dried fruit but that was the only thing that you don’t to help make the Kerstbrood. You were there making the conversation as you were talking and catching up about everything that has happened since you last saw them. You only landed yesterday night so didn’t have time to properly catch up then so now was the perfect chance.

“Are we going to make some Jan Hagal Cookies?” You probably butchered the name but Vivian and Fleur gave no indication that you did. You only knew about these cookies because Matthijs would go on all the time about how much he missed them and how good they were. They are flakey cookies with cinnamon, almond flakes and candied sugar and literally Matthijs’ favourite snack. You had never had them before but with how much Matthijs wanted them and talked about them they had to be good.

“We better or else Matthijs will probably start crying.” Fleur laughed. You saw Matthijs throw something and Fleur probably from the joke but it just made you laugh. The Kerstbrood was ready to go into the oven when it could so you started to help prepare all of the dessert things that you could eat. You could only prepare it all though since the meat was all cooking. The desserts would have to go in once the meat, vegetables and Kerstbrood are fully cooked so it would probably be getting cooked whilst you are all eating the food.

“Right now that’s all prepared let’s go and play a game,” Vivian said covering all of the food to make sure that nothing gets to it before it cooked. She also wiped her hands before passing the cloth to you and Fleur because your hands were are messy from cooking. You and Fleur made your way into the living room after Vivian and you saw the boys setting up monopoly. The Amsterdam version of it.

“We are playing in teams. Mum with dad, Fleur with me and Y/N with Matthijs.” Wouter said to you all but mainly to you and Fleur who had just walked in. You made your way next Matthijs and nearly instantly began to make a plan. It was weird playing monopoly on Christmas because in your house it’s banned because someone always flips the board and someone always starts to argue. It was a wonder how some people can play monopoly calmly because its a make or break in your family. Literally, the number of arguments that came from monopoly was unbelievable. You and Matthijs quickly agreed on what was the best property’s to buy and knew which area to go for. The game lasted for a while and it still wasn’t finished when Vivian had to sort out the food for dinner but you all carried on playing without her. She apparently trusted Frank to play well and not do any stupid trades with anyone.

“Right I’m back for about 15 more minutes then dinner will be ready,” Vivian warned when she sat back down. You were quite far through the game but there was still a while to go because everyone had a lot of money and a fair amount of properties to there names. You carried on the game wanting to finish it before dinner but you all knew it wasn’t going to happen especially when the timer for the food went off and Vivian got up to dish it all up and put it all on the table.

“Food,” Vivian shouted into the living room. Matthijs stood up and held out his hand to grab which you did. The game had to be put on pause for a bit because it’s not like you can keep the food warm for probably a couple more hours. You walked to the dining room where Vivian told you where you would be sitting which happened to be next to Matthijs and Fleur. The conversation flowed easily and you all laughed about things. It was very peaceful and loving in this house. That was one thing that you noticed since you’ve been here. Stories were told about Matthijs, Fleur and Wouter as children and the idiotic things that they did growing up and you couldn’t help but laugh at the things they used to do. You could tell that all of them were getting embarrassed but you were enjoying hearing stories about the three of them. You shared some stories about your childhood too but they weren’t as embarrassing. The food was lovely and fill you up just enough that you didn’t need any more but it wasn’t so you couldn’t move.

“Dinners done lets get back to monopoly,” Wouter said rolling the dice to restart the game. At the moment you and Matthijs were ahead with the most money and the most properties and then it was Fleur and Wouter then finally Vivian and Frank. They couldn’t really care about being last though they were just happy that their family was having fun together. The game continued for an hour or so till it came down to the final bit. If Fleur and Wouter rolled a 4 then they would land on yours and Matthijs’ hotel property and run out of money. You all watched as Wouter rolled the dice just waiting to see what score it was. It seemed to roll slowly and you high fived Matthijs as soon as you saw a 4 in the dice it was the only celebration you got to do though. Celebrating properly wasn’t an option because Vivian had already stood up and started talking.

“Right, now time for the hot chocolate with whipped cream,” Vivian said standing up from where she was sat. Since the game was finally over you could all have your hot chocolate with whipped cream which they usually have straight after there dinner. The only reason that they didn’t have it straight after was that Wouter wanted to finish the game of monopoly. Apparently, monopoly was more important than hot chocolate.

“I’ll help you,” You said standing up and making your way to the kitchen to help. You watched Vivian start to make the hot chocolates letting her do it the way that she likes to make them. Everyone makes hot chocolate differently so you didn’t want to intrude and make it a different way.

“So how are you enjoying Christmas?” Vivian asked when you were waiting for the hot chocolates to warm up.

“It’s different from what I usually do with my family but it’s a lot of fun.” You said honestly. It was a lot different from your usual Christmas including the food but you were enjoying it a lot.

“I’m glad.” She said putting the whipped cream onto the hot chocolates. You grabbed two of them before walking back to the living room to pass them to Fleur and Wouter then you had to make a second trip since you and Vivian couldn’t carry the six mugs in one go so you went back to the kitchen to grab yours and Matthijs’ mugs. You passed Matthijs his before taking a seat next to him waiting for whatever was next for the day. It was getting late but it was still too early to go to bed.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Fleur said once you all sat down in the living room together with your hot chocolates and whipped cream. You were sat next to Matthijs and Fleur was on the other side of you. The film was in Dutch so you didn’t understand a word of it but they did put on English subtitles for you but you couldn’t be bothered to read. You picked up a couple of words because Matthijs had been teaching you Dutch but you weren’t that good at it yet. Every so often there would be words that you would catch that you know the meaning of but that was it. You were comfortable sitting next to Fleur and Matthijs having your hot chocolate which was lovely and watching a film that you had no idea what was happening in. You would just ask Matthijs later because he would tell you what it’s about.

“Thank you for doing this,” Matthijs whispered into your ear halfway through the film. You grabbed his hand and held it tightly before leaning into him a bit more but making sure you were comfortable. You didn’t say anything back but you didn’t need to. No words were needed for you to express how happy you were with this day. You were comfortable leaning on Matthijs not really paying attention to the film since you couldn’t really understand it. You managed to get through a bit more of the film before your eyes started to flutter close feeling tired. You kept opening them again to make sure that you didn’t fall asleep. You did everything in your power to stay awake and keep your attention on the film for the remainder of the time knowing that there wasn’t long left. You also didn’t want to fall asleep in front of Matthijs’ family since it would be a bit awkward if you did. You ended up grabbing Matthijs’ hand and played with that to keep you entertained which it weirdly did and it also helped you stay awake for the rest of the film.

“Right it’s a big day again tomorrow so Y/N and I are going to go to bed,” Matthijs said to his family once the film had finished. You said your goodnights to them and thanked them all for the brilliant day that you had with them because they didn’t have to have you but they did. You also thanked them again for the presents that they got you before going up the stairs towards Matthijs’ bedroom.

“It was a great Christmas” you started off by saying when you and Matthijs were alone in his bedroom. Matthijs smiled brightly glad to you liked it. He looked like he was going to say something but you cut him off before he could.

“The only thing it was missing was Yorkshire puddings” you joked laughing at what you said. You needed the Yorkshire puddings they are like the best part of the Christmas dinner. Who can have a Christmas dinner without the Yorkshire puddings? He rolled his eyes are you slightly ignoring what you said before he spoke.

“Glad you enjoyed it because this all happens again tomorrow,” Matthijs said kissing you before he made himself more comfortable on the bed so he could fall asleep. You also made yourself comfortable before falling asleep getting ready for the big day tomorrow knowing more of Matthijs’ family would be around.

MASTERLIST | MORE DE LIGT

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Imagine a 22 yr old Matthijs de Ligt holding a world cup, even bigger nut

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MASTERLIST

Dele Alli

Imagines: 

Broken plates

Where Dele and Y/N have a horrible fight 

Julian Brandt 

Imagines: 

Proud 

Where Julian and Y/N spend their morning together and Julian tells Y/N how proud he is of her 

Stressed 

Where Y/N can’t handle the pressure of studying anymore 

Lone Ranger 

Where Y/N first meets the brother, then the future boyfriend 

Nurse Costume? 

Where Julian takes care of a very sick Y/N

Emotional Drunk 

Where Julian comes home really drunk and with a lot on his mind 

Always by your side 

Where Julian gets injured and taken to the hospital 

Thank you, Mariah! 

Where Jannis and Julian get on Y/N’s nerves way to much 

Moments 

Where Julian and Y/N fight and then make up

Three

Where Y/N tells Julian she is pregnant

The Brandt-Deal 

Where Y/N meets Julian’s brother the first time

His 

Where Y/N meets Julian’s parents for the first time 

Hers

Where Julian meets Y/N’s parents for the first time 

You win 

Where staying in bed a little longer seems worth it 

Frenkie de Jong 

Imagines:

Ours only 

Where Frenkie calls Y/N every night 

Matthijs de Ligt 

Imagines: 

Stay a little longer

Where Y/N and Matthijs spend a lazy morning in bed  

Drabbles:

“Tell me you need me”

Leon Goretzka 

Imagines:

Idiot 

Where Y/N loves Leon and Leon loves Y/N, but he also has a girlfriend 

Bernd Leno

Imagines:

Russia

Where Bernd takes his girlfriend to Russia 

Hakim Ziyech

Drabbles:

“Welcome to fatherhood” 

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From this interview with Donny prior his transfer to Man United:

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