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Formula one
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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Love Begins
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Main Masterlist
Author’s note: I don’t write Smut and i only write X READER
How to request?
Write the person you want and a plot.
I write about tennis,football, formula one,harry potter…
Tennis
Formula one
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Love Game
Pairing: Jannik Sinner × Reader (Wife!Reader)
Word Count: ~1,700
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (happy tears)
Summary: Jannik wins the biggest match of his life, but the real victory comes later, when his wife reveals the secret she’s been keeping.
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The applause at Centre Court was deafening. The sound of thousands of people rising to their feet, clapping, cheering, roaring his name—Jannik Sinner had just won Wimbledon.
You stood in the players’ box, tears streaming down your cheeks, hands pressed together against your mouth as your husband lifted the trophy. His smile stretched across his whole face, raw and unfiltered, the kind of joy you rarely saw from the usually calm, stoic Jannik.
He looked up into the stands, searching for you. When his eyes found yours, the rest of the world blurred. He tapped the trophy lightly with his fingers, then pointed directly at you. This is ours.
Later, after press conferences, photos, and the whirlwind of media, the two of you finally made it back to the hotel suite in London. Jannik was still glowing, his ginger hair damp from a quick shower, his cheeks flushed with happiness. He kicked off his sneakers and collapsed onto the sofa, trophy still in hand.
“Can you believe it?” he whispered, almost to himself. “Wimbledon champion.”
You smiled, kneeling in front of him, taking his free hand. “I always believed it.”
He leaned forward, kissing your forehead, his voice low and full of awe. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
You brushed a strand of hair from his face, grinning. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the one who played five sets in this heat.”
“And you’re the one who kept me sane through the nerves,” he shot back. “Same thing.”
He reached for the hotel phone, dialing room service. “We need champagne. Lots of it. Tonight, we celebrate properly.”
You froze. Your heart skipped.
The waiter arrived with a bucket of ice, two tall glasses, and a golden bottle of Dom Pérignon. Jannik tipped generously, too caught up in his high to notice how stiffly you sat on the edge of the sofa.
He popped the cork with a grin, pouring the fizz into both glasses. The bubbles rose, golden and perfect, and he handed one to you.
“To us,” he said softly, lifting his own glass.
Your hand trembled slightly as you accepted it—but you didn’t raise it to your lips.
Jannik noticed. He lowered his glass, frowning gently. “What’s wrong?”
You swallowed hard. Your throat was suddenly dry. “I… I can’t drink it.”
His brow furrowed. “Why not? You love champagne. Especially after big wins.”
Your pulse raced. You’d been waiting for the right moment, but now it had found you. He was glowing with joy, so full of life—how could you not give him the news tonight, here, when everything felt so perfect?
Slowly, you set the glass on the table. You looked up at him, tears brimming.
“Because… I’m pregnant.”
The words hung in the air, heavier than any trophy.
Jannik blinked. His lips parted, his expression shifting through disbelief, shock, then slowly softening into something else—something indescribable. His eyes shimmered as he set his own glass down with a shaky hand.
“Pregnant?” he repeated, voice breaking slightly.
You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Yes. I found out last week. I wanted to tell you after the tournament so you could focus, but… I couldn’t lie to you tonight. Not when you wanted me to drink.”
He stared at you for a heartbeat, then two, and suddenly he was on the floor with you, kneeling, hands trembling as they cupped your face.
“Amore mio…” His voice cracked, and he kissed you desperately, like he had to taste the truth to believe it. He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “We’re going to have a baby?”
“Yes,” you whispered, smiling through tears. “You’re going to be a dad.”
A tear rolled down his cheek, and he laughed breathlessly, pulling you into his arms so tightly it almost hurt. “I just won Wimbledon… and then you tell me this? How is this real? How is this my life?”
You pressed your face into his neck, clinging to him. “It’s real. All of it.”
He pulled back, looking at you like you were the trophy he’d just lifted. “The trophy is nothing compared to this. To you. To our baby.”
His hands dropped instinctively to your stomach, tentative, reverent. He spread his palm over your belly, even though it was still flat. “In here?” he whispered, awestruck.
You nodded, covering his hand with yours. “In here.”
He kissed your stomach gently, then looked up at you with glassy eyes. “I promise you—I’ll be the best father. Just like I promised to give everything on the court, I’ll give everything to our family. Always.”
Your tears wouldn’t stop, but you smiled, heart overflowing. “I know you will. You already are.”
That night, the champagne stayed untouched on the table. Instead, you lay tangled together on the bed, his arms around you, his hand never leaving your stomach. He whispered plans, dreams, names, half-asleep vows of love and devotion.
And as you drifted off in his embrace, the sound of his steady heartbeat in your ear, you realized something simple and profound: Wimbledon had been his victory. But you, together, were his forever.
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Field of Heartbeats❤️
Pairing: Kenan Yıldız × Reader
Word Count: ~1,800 words
Genre: Romance, Angst, Realistic
Summary: During a crucial match, Kenan gets injured, and the reader, his girlfriend, struggles with fear, worry, and helplessness while supporting him through recovery.
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The stadium roared with energy. Tens of thousands of fans chanting, waving scarves, the air thick with adrenaline. You sat in the VIP section, hands gripping the railing nervously, heart pounding in sync with every drumbeat from the crowd.
Kenan Yıldız, your boyfriend, was on the field, moving like poetry in motion—his agility, his speed, the way he read the game—it was mesmerizing. You’d seen him play countless times, but tonight was different. Tonight, your nerves felt stretched thin, knotted with worry you couldn’t explain.
The ball rolled toward him, and he sprinted—fast, elegant—but then something went wrong.
A tackle came from the side. A sharp, sickening collision.
“Kenan!” you gasped, jumping to your feet as the crowd erupted with a mixture of cheers and groans.
He went down, clutching his leg, grimacing in pain. Medical staff rushed onto the field as your stomach dropped. Your fingers dug into the railing, knuckles white.
The replay showed a grim twist of his ankle. “No, no, no…” you muttered under your breath, heart hammering.
A teammate tried to steady him, but Kenan shook his head, wincing. “I… I can’t…” he groaned, voice tight.
You paced backstage, phone in hand, ready to call the hospital, ready to sprint onto the field yourself if you could. When the referee finally blew the whistle and Kenan was helped off, you nearly bolted down the stairs.
By the time you reached him in the medical room, he was sitting on the stretcher, face pale, sweat dampening his hair.
“I’m fine,” he said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just… twisted it. Nothing serious.”
“Don’t ‘nothing serious’ me,” you snapped, grabbing his arm to inspect the swelling. “You’re in pain. I can see it. I can’t just sit there while you pretend.”
He tried to shrug off your hands but winced at the movement. “Okay, maybe it’s a little more than nothing. But it’s manageable.”
You knelt beside him, face tense. “Manageable doesn’t mean you go back on the field. You’re not invincible, Kenan. You’re… human.”
He reached out, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You worry too much.”
“I worry because I care!” you shot back, voice trembling. “I can’t lose you on a stupid tackle!”
He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “I know. I know you care. And I… I appreciate that. But I’ll be okay. Really.”
The ambulance ride was tense. You kept a hand on his leg, rubbing gently, murmuring reassurances as the bumpy road jolted him. Every time he flinched, your chest tightened.
At the hospital, the X-rays confirmed a moderate ankle sprain and minor ligament damage. The doctor recommended rest, physical therapy, and at least six weeks off the field.
“I told you it’s not that bad,” Kenan said quietly, though he didn’t meet your eyes.
You huffed, crossing your arms. “Not that bad? You’re a professional athlete, and you can’t even walk properly. That’s a big deal!”
He reached out, grabbing your hand. “I know. I’m just… scared. Not of the injury, but of disappointing everyone. I hate sitting out.”
You softened instantly, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “You could never disappoint me. You’re my boyfriend, Kenan. Not a machine. You need to heal, and I’m going to be here the whole time.”
He smiled faintly, squeezing your hand. “Good. Because I don’t know what I’d do without you hovering over me like this.”
“I’ll hover as much as I want,” you said with a teasing smirk. “Part of the job description.”
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Over the next few days, you stayed by his side constantly. You helped him navigate crutches, cooked his meals, and insisted on carrying the groceries and his gym bag. Each small act felt like a lifeline—not just for him, but for your own peace of mind.
“Do you need help with the ice pack?” you asked one evening, kneeling beside the couch where he was sitting with his leg elevated.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, but you noticed his hand trembling as he adjusted the pack.
“Fine my foot,” you said firmly, wrapping your arms around him. “Let me help.”
He let out a soft laugh, leaning into you. “You’re relentless.”
“And you love it,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“I do,” he admitted, voice husky. “I really do.”
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One night, as he was lying on the couch, you were gently rubbing his ankle, murmuring encouragement. He shifted slightly and winced.
“Sorry,” he muttered, pain flickering across his features.
“Stop apologizing,” you said softly. “This isn’t your fault. Accidents happen.”
He turned his head to look at you, his expression raw. “I hate feeling helpless.”
“You’re not helpless,” you said, cupping his face. “You just need time. That’s all. And I’ll be here every step of the way. Even when it feels impossible, even when you want to run out there and play… I’ll be your anchor.”
His eyes glistened, and he whispered, “I don’t deserve you.”
“You do,” you said firmly, leaning in to kiss him. “Every bit of you. Injured or not, strong or frustrated, tired or stubborn… I love you, Kenan.”
He exhaled slowly, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too. Thank you for… being here. For everything.”
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Weeks later, Kenan’s ankle slowly healed, but he still relied on your presence for comfort, motivation, and a gentle push toward rehabilitation. Each small milestone—taking a few steps without crutches, doing balance exercises, even watching games from the sidelines—was celebrated together.
One afternoon, while helping him do some light drills in the living room, he stumbled slightly and you caught him instinctively.
“You saved me again,” he said, laughing nervously.
“You’re my responsibility,” you said, grinning. “And I’m not giving up.”
“I’m lucky,” he murmured, eyes soft. “You’re my rock. Honestly, I don’t know how I’d cope without you.”
“You’d manage,” you teased. “But you’d be miserable.”
He chuckled, leaning into you, resting his head on your shoulder. “I guess I’m lucky in more ways than one.”
“Exactly,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “Now, heal faster. I have plans to spoil you a little more before you’re back on the field.”
“Plans?” he asked, lifting his head, curiosity sparkling.
“You’ll see,” you said with a sly smile, pressing another kiss to his temple. “I have ideas.”
And as he leaned into your warmth, the pain of the injury faded, replaced by the comfort of knowing he wasn’t facing recovery alone. That no matter what, you’d be there—his anchor, his nurse, his girlfriend, his home.
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🌙 Bridges Between Us
Pairing: Kenan Yıldız × Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Word Count: ~3.5k
Summary: Kenan was born in Germany, but his heart always tugged toward Istanbul. Now, for the first time, he wants you to see it with him.
💬 Author’s Note
kenan taking reader to istanbul for the first time 🖤 showing her his roots, food, family, faith. i needed to write something soft & cultural bc i feel like he’d definitely want someone he loves to understand where he came from.
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The first time he mentioned it was in passing.
“You should see Istanbul with me,” Kenan murmured, his head resting against your lap, voice drowsy after a long day of training.
You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Istanbul? Not Berlin? Not Munich?”
He smiled without opening his eyes. “Germany is where I was born. Istanbul… that’s where I belong.”
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A few weeks later, you were there.
The plane touched down just as the sun bled gold across the horizon, spilling over minarets and rooftops that stretched endlessly toward the sea. You pressed your forehead to the window, awestruck.
Kenan leaned over, his voice warm with pride. “Welcome to my second home.”
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Day one was chaos — the good kind.
Istanbul didn’t move at the same pace as Turin or Munich. It pulsed. The traffic was relentless, the streets alive with vendors shouting, laughter bubbling, the scent of roasted chestnuts and fresh simit curling through the air.
Kenan guided you through it all, his hand never leaving yours.
At the Grand Bazaar, colors overwhelmed your senses — carpets, lanterns, gold jewelry glinting beneath the light. A shopkeeper tried to sell you silk scarves, talking fast in Turkish, and you glanced helplessly at Kenan.
“She’s not from here,” he explained in Turkish, grinning as he wrapped a deep blue scarf around your shoulders. Then, in English: “But she looks perfect in this, doesn’t she?”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks warm. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe,” he teased, “but I’m also right.”
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Day three, he took you to the Bosphorus.
You leaned against the ferry railing, the wind tangling your hair, watching as seagulls dipped into the waves. The city stretched endlessly on both sides — Europe on one, Asia on the other.
Kenan stood behind you, arms wrapped around your waist. “This is my favorite view,” he said softly.
“The water?” you teased.
“No,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “You. Here. With me.”
Your heart clenched. There was something about him in Istanbul — freer, lighter, like the city itself gave him permission to breathe deeper.
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On the fifth day, he brought you to a mosque.
You hesitated at the entrance, slipping off your shoes, fingers clutching the scarf he’d given you. “Kenan, I don’t want to do anything wrong. I’m not—”
“Hey.” He caught your hands, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to be Muslim to be here. Just be respectful. That’s all that matters.”
Inside, the air was hushed, sacred. The patterns on the ceiling seemed to go on forever, endless blues and whites blooming above you.
Kenan bowed his head in prayer while you sat quietly, the sound of his whisper blending with others. You didn’t understand the words, but you understood the peace on his face when he returned to you.
“You’re glowing,” you whispered, brushing a hand along his jaw.
He chuckled softly. “That’s what this place does to me.”
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By day eight, you were tangled fully in his world.
Breakfasts of menemen and fresh bread, late-night walks along Istiklal Avenue, Kenan pointing out places tied to memories you could almost see written in his smile.
One night, you sat together beneath the Galata Tower, music drifting from a nearby café. He looked at you for a long time, as if memorizing you against the backdrop of his city.
“You know,” he said finally, voice low, “I was scared to bring you here.”
“Scared? Why?”
“Because this is the part of me that matters most. My culture, my roots, my… everything.” He exhaled, eyes flicking to yours. “If you didn’t love it, I don’t know what I’d do.”
You cupped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Kenan, I don’t just love it. I love seeing it through you. That’s what makes it beautiful.”
For a moment, silence hung between you, heavy with unspoken things. Then he kissed you — slow, reverent, like you were something sacred, too.
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On the last day, you stood on the bridge at sunset, the city alive all around you. Boats cut through the water, lights flickered on across the skyline, the call to prayer echoed, deep and haunting, through the air.
Kenan wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. “This city has two sides,” he said. “Just like me. German and Turkish. Footballer and… just Kenan.”
“And which one am I with?” you asked gently.
He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re with all of me.”
And under the Istanbul sky, with the city stretching endlessly on both sides, you knew he meant it.
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Request 🩷
So, Jude and the reader were at a dinner with friends. And there is a tall, blond girl with blue siren eyes. She’s stunning. And she’s single. And she’s always looking at Jude and laughing when he’s doing jokes and all that stuff.
So when Jude and the reader are in their bedroom, Jude don’t understand why she was so cold with him.
Like, the reader is insecure about her body. Like…she thinks she’s too small, that her hair is too dark and her eyes are like too big. She thinks she looks cute but not « hot » enough.
So maybe Jude could be nice and reassure her ? I really want something so cute.
Thank u sm 🩷🩷
Hereeeee, sorry for the wait:)
More Than Enough
Jude Bellingham x reader
Jude and Y/N were at a dinner with friends, and the evening had been lively. The restaurant buzzed with laughter and conversation, everyone enjoying the food, the company, and the jokes that Jude was effortlessly throwing around. Among the group was a tall, blonde girl with striking blue eyes—a new addition to the circle, introduced by one of their friends. Her name was Lily, and from the moment they sat down, it was clear she had taken a keen interest in Jude. She laughed a bit too enthusiastically at his jokes, made a point of locking eyes with him whenever she could, and seemed to hang on his every word.
Could you please write something with Andrey when he plays double final with Sascha you sit next too Sophia in the box which became on of you’re best friends on tour it’s the hottest day of the whole tournament so you’re happy that you once don’t have too play but can watch you’re fiancé play double and catch up with Sophia so you sit there with you’re drinks and sunglasses it’s clear that it’s going to be a close match and you can’t help but play with you’re Engagement ring it’s a habit you picked up when you’re nervous it’s either that or biting on you’re nails when it’s comes too the last play you and Sophia take each others hand and when you see that the ball from the opponent lands behind the line you two jump up hugging and jump around spilling you’re drinks screaming „They did it, they did it“. Much love❤️
CHAMPIONSHIP CHEERS
Authors note:Hii, sorry for the wait i was busy with school<3
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Andrey and Sascha were playing their doubles final, and the tension in the air was palpable. The score was neck-and-neck, each point a battle. You and Sophia exchanged nervous glances, her fingers tapping against her glass in rhythm with your own fidgeting with your engagement ring. It had become a habit for you, the cool metal a soothing contrast to your anxious heart.
"You know," Sophia said, leaning closer to you, "I think I’m more nervous than they are down there."
You laughed softly, nodding. "Tell me about it. I can barely sit still."
As the match progressed, the points grew more intense. Every serve, every return, had you on the edge of your seat. Andrey's focus and determination were evident, his movements swift and precise. Sascha complemented him perfectly, their synergy on the court undeniable.
"Come on, Andrey, come on, Sascha," you muttered under your breath, your hand now gripping the edge of your seat.
Sophia squeezed your arm gently. "They’ve got this. They’re playing amazingly."
With the score tied and only one point away from victory, the atmosphere was electric. You could see Andrey glancing up at you briefly, a small smile playing on his lips despite the pressure. It was a silent communication, a promise that he was giving it his all.
The final rally began, the ball flying back and forth with blinding speed. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath held in suspense. And then, in a split second, the opponent’s ball sailed just past the line.
"They did it!" Sophia screamed, leaping to her feet.
"They did it!" you echoed, jumping up beside her. In your excitement, you both spilled your drinks, but neither of you cared. You hugged Sophia tightly, both of you jumping up and down, your cheers mingling with the roar of the crowd.
Andrey and Sascha embraced on the court, the joy on their faces mirrored by yours. Andrey’s eyes found yours again, his grin widening as he pointed up at you, sharing the victory. You felt a rush of pride and love, knowing how much this win meant to him.
As the celebrations continued on the court, you turned to Sophia, who was wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "I’m so proud of them," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
"Me too," you replied, your own eyes glistening. "They really deserved this."
After the match, Andrey made his way up to you, his face flushed with exertion and triumph. He swept you into his arms, lifting you off the ground in a tight hug.
"We did it," he whispered in your ear, his voice filled with happiness.
"You did it," you corrected, kissing him softly. "I’m so proud of you, Andrey."
As the evening settled in, the sun casting a golden glow over the court, you stood by Andrey’s side, his arm around your waist. The victory was sweet, but sharing it with him and Sophia made it even sweeter. This was a moment to cherish, a testament to hard work, dedication, and the unwavering support of those you love.
hello! could I ask for something fluff thing with Andrey Rublev, where maybe the reader is also a tennis player and she wins a important tournament or something like that. I don't really have an idea so fell free to write it the way you prefer. ( also fell free to don't do it if you don't want to)
VICTORY’S EMBARACE
Author’s note: Ofc! Sorry for the wait<3
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The sun hung low over the courts, casting a warm glow as Andrey Rublev watched his girlfriend, Y/N, fiercely battling her opponent on the other side of the net. The crowd murmured in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the intense match unfolding before them.
Y/N, a talented tennis player in her own right, had reached the finals of a prestigious tournament, her determination evident in every powerful stroke she made. Andrey couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he watched her play, her skill and passion shining through with each swing of her racket.
Hey! Could I possibly request a one shot with Daniil Medvedev where the reader gets hurt? I’m still torn up about his loss in the AO final :’( I love your writing btw, and no pressure to make this!! Thank you :)
BENEATH THE TREES
Authors note:Absolutely! I’m not sure if you meant a bigger injury or a small one so i wrote one where reader cuts herself accidentally.
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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow as you and Daniil found a quiet spot away from the bustling tennis world. It was supposed to be a day of relaxation, a moment to unwind after the intensity of the tournament.
You (grimacing): "I just wanted to sit and enjoy the day, not add another injury to the mix."
Champion’s waltz
The Melbourne sun dipped below the horizon as the Rod Laver Arena roared with applause. Jannik Sinner, Italy's rising tennis star, held the Australian Open trophy aloft, a culmination of grit, talent, and an undying passion for the sport. Among the cheering crowd, Y/N, his girlfriend, was beaming with pride.
hiii :)) im a reader from one of ur rublo fics !! literally ate omg. can i request fluff ab rublo? esp since paris is happening rn so sth ab that hehe
can i be 💌 anon?
Serene Snowscapes
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Following the intense Paris Masters, Andrey Rublev and you, his cherished companion, embarked on a serene winter escapade in the breathtaking landscapes of Switzerland. The vibrant lights of Paris slowly faded into the distance as the crisp winter air of the Swiss Alps welcomed you both.
The picturesque snow-clad landscapes, the enchanting snow-covered chalets, and the pristine white peaks created a scene straight out of a winter wonderland. Andrey, known for his competitive spirit on the court, now reveled in the tranquil beauty, taking a break to cherish the peaceful moments with you.
You both settled into a cozy chalet, surrounded by the serene embrace of the Alps. The crackling fire, the warmth of the snug blankets, and the twinkling lights created an inviting atmosphere, setting the stage for a retreat filled with comfort and coziness.
Andrey: "This is so beautiful, isn't it? It's a different world out here, quiet and peaceful."
You nodded, a content smile gracing your lips. Wrapped in the tranquility of the winter scene, you found yourselves engaged in unhurried conversations, sipping hot cocoa and relishing the stillness that enveloped the surroundings.
The next morning, you both embarked on an adventure, stepping out into the crisp winter air. The snow-draped pines, the glistening landscape, and the crystalline beauty of the surroundings painted a mesmerizing picture.
Andrey: "How about we try some skiing? It's been a while since I did this."
Together, you navigated the snowy slopes, occasionally stumbling and sharing laughter, relishing the thrill of the moment. The exhilaration of the activity was overshadowed only by the joy you found in each other's company.
As the sun began its slow descent behind the peaks, you found solace in a secluded spot, overlooking the picturesque landscape. Wrapped in each other's warmth, you relished the stillness, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange as dusk embraced the Alps.
Andrey: "This feels like a dream. The quiet, the beauty... and being here with you."
You leaned into him, embracing the peaceful moments, reveling in the tranquility and the unwavering connection you shared.
The nights were spent stargazing, cuddled under blankets, as the snow softly descended outside, lending a magical touch to the winter retreat. Andrey's arm around you and the whispered promises of endless tomorrows filled your heart with warmth.
As the days passed, your winter escapade was etched in beautiful memories—moments of serene togetherness and blissful escapism, a testament to the beauty of love and the tranquility found in the serene snowscapes of Switzerland.
Hello! Can I ask for an Alcaraz imagine where the reader has a nightmare and he comforts her? Thanks so much in advance and compliments for your previous writings!
Nighttime Solace
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The night was tranquil, but for you, sleep was elusive. The quiet darkness offered no respite as your mind drifted into a realm of uneasy dreams, leaving you tangled in a world of shadows and fears. Tossing and turning, you found yourself ensnared in a nightmare, trapped in a web of unsettling thoughts.
Gasping awake, your heart raced, and beads of sweat lined your brow. You found yourself seeking solace, trembling from the haunting imagery that lingered. In the dim light, you desperately longed for comfort, for something tangible to dispel the echoes of fear.
Then, a gentle knock on your door interrupted the silent darkness. Carlos Alcaraz stood there, concern etched on his face, sensing your distress.
Carlos: "Hey, are you okay? I heard some sounds and... I just wanted to check in."
Your eyes, still hazy from the dream, met his worried gaze. You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washing over you.
You: "I... I had a nightmare. It was scary. I couldn't shake it off."
Without a word, Carlos entered, understanding the silent plea for comfort. He sat beside you, offering an understanding and reassuring presence. His warm touch enveloped you in a comforting embrace, a gesture that soothed your racing heart.
Carlos: "It's alright, Y/N. You're safe. You're here with me. Do you want to talk about it?"
Your voice, trembling slightly, narrated the haunting dream, sharing the lingering fears that had invaded your subconscious. Carlos listened attentively, his gentle reassurances serving as a balm to your troubled thoughts.
Carlos: "I'm here for you. You're not alone, Y/N. I'll stay until you feel better. Maybe some water or a distraction could help. What do you need?"
Together, you decided to distract your mind from the nightmare. Carlos engaged you in light conversation, sharing stories and anecdotes to divert your attention from the haunting imagery. His presence and soothing words gradually lifted the veil of fear that had shrouded your thoughts.
As the night progressed, the nightmare's grip began to fade, replaced by the warmth and comfort of Carlos's company. His gentle gestures and kind words acted as a shield against the lingering shadows.
Carlos: "I'm right here if you need anything. And if you're comfortable, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."
With his comforting presence, the specters of the nightmare slowly dissipated. You found solace in Carlos's care, his quiet strength providing a reassuring light in the darkest of moments. As sleep finally beckoned, you felt secure and at peace, knowing you were not alone, and that within the silent night, Carlos Alcaraz was there, a beacon of comfort in the midst of distress.
Heyy bestie, I LOVE your writing! Can I request an alcaraz or sinner imagine, where he discovers that the reader is sick (with like the flue or smth), because the reader has been trying to hide it, and take care of them? Thanks a lot in advance and have a wonderful day! :))
A Caring Discovery
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Pairings:Carlos Alcaraz x reader
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Carlos Alcaraz had just returned home after a grueling tennis match, a significant victory that had pushed his career to new heights. He was riding high on adrenaline and eager to celebrate, but as he entered the living room of his cozy apartment, he noticed something amiss.
There you were, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, your eyes slightly glassy, and you were coughing softly.
Carlos: "Hey, what's going on? You don't look well."
Ik he isn’t a grand slam winner , but can you please do one where ben wins the us open and reader cheers him on
US Open glory
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Pairings:Ben Shelton x reader
The US Open had always been a prestigious event in the tennis world, and for Ben Shelton, it was a dream he had pursued tirelessly. He had come close several times, but this year, everything felt different. He was determined to claim the championship, and with unwavering focus and skill, he advanced through the tournament rounds.
The stands were filled with cheering fans, and among them was you, his biggest supporter. You had been there for Ben through the highs and lows of his tennis career, and this year, you knew he had a real shot at victory.
With each match he won, your excitement grew. You watched from the stands, heart pounding, as he faced tough opponents and emerged victorious. His determination on the court was a sight to behold, and it filled you with pride.
The moment of truth arrived as Ben stepped onto the court for the US Open final. The atmosphere was electric, and you were right there in the front row, a poster with his name held high, cheering his name with all your heart.
Ben faced a formidable opponent, and the match was intense. Every point was a battle, and the crowd's cheers were deafening. But in the end, it was Ben's dedication and skill that proved to be the winning combination.
As he clinched the championship point, the stadium erupted with applause. You jumped to your feet, tears of joy in your eyes, and cheered for Ben louder than anyone else. He had done it; he had won the US Open!
After the final point, Ben made his way to the stands, and the first person he looked for was you. He spotted you, the poster with his name, and the tears in your eyes, and he couldn't help but smile.
Ben: *breathless* "I did it, Y/N."
You couldn't contain your excitement, and as Ben climbed into the stands, you wrapped your arms around him, celebrating his victory with a passionate kiss.
Y/N: "You were incredible, Ben. I knew you could do it."
Ben: *grinning* "Having you here made all the difference. Your support means the world to me."
The two of you shared a heartfelt moment amidst the cheers and applause of the crowd. Ben's victory at the US Open was a culmination of years of hard work and determination, and having you there to share in the celebration made it even more special.
As you both left the stadium hand in hand, the knowledge that Ben was now a US Open champion was a source of immense pride and joy. Your love and support had been an essential part of his journey, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held for this Grand Slam winner.
hello bestie! can i ask for a sinner x reader story where she’s a famous footballer and they meet at a sponsors event and they kinda kick it off?
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A Goal Worth Scoring
Pairings:Jannik Sinner x reader
It was a star-studded evening at the exclusive sponsors event, where athletes from various sports had gathered to celebrate their achievements. Among the attendees was Y/N, a famous footballer known for her incredible skills on the pitch. She was accustomed to the attention, but tonight, there was someone who managed to capture her focus in an entirely different way.
Jannik Sinner, the talented tennis sensation, was also in attendance. His reputation for his skill and agility on the court had made him a standout athlete. As Y/N mingled with other guests, she couldn't help but notice him from across the room.
Jannik was engaged in a conversation with a group of people, his charisma and charm evident. His laughter was infectious, and it drew Y/N's attention like a moth to a flame. She found herself intrigued by the tennis player, and when their eyes finally met, a spark of recognition passed between them.
As the evening went on, Y/N and Jannik's paths crossed several times. They exchanged pleasantries and engaged in light conversation. Jannik was genuinely interested in Y/N's career in football, and she was equally fascinated by his journey in tennis.
Y/N: "So, Jannik, what's it like competing at such a high level in tennis?"
Jannik: *smiling* "It's intense, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. And you? Playing football at the top must be incredible."
Their shared passion for sports created an instant connection. They discussed their training routines, the pressures of competition, and the thrill of winning. It was as if they were speaking the same language, despite coming from different sporting worlds.
As the night progressed, Y/N and Jannik found themselves sitting together at a quiet corner of the venue, away from the bustling crowd.
Y/N: "You know, I'm impressed by your dedication and skill. It's not easy to reach the top in any sport."
Jannik: *grinning* "Thank you, Y/N. I can say the same about you. Your dedication to football is inspiring."
Their conversation turned personal as they talked about their families, their dreams, and their favorite moments in their respective careers. They found solace in each other's company, their connection deepening with each passing minute.
Jannik: *softly* "Y/N, there's something about you that's different. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I'm really glad we met tonight."
Y/N: *smiling* "I feel the same way, Jannik. Maybe it's the shared love for sports that brought us together."
Their eyes locked, and the air between them seemed charged with an unspoken attraction. It was a moment neither of them wanted to end.
As the event concluded, Jannik offered to walk Y/N to her car. Underneath the starlit sky, they stood in the quiet of the night.
Jannik: "I know our worlds are different, but I'd love to get to know you better, Y/N."
Y/N: *nodding* "I'd like that, Jannik. Let's see where this connection takes us."
With a smile and a promise of a future meeting, they exchanged contact information. It was a night they both would remember, the beginning of a journey that transcended the boundaries of their respective sports. Love had scored a goal, and they were both ready to play the game together.
Hi. I loved your Ben Shelton imagine! And I’d like to request another one. Ben and the reader are doubles partners and they’re basically the best friends to lovers trope and Ben introduces the reader to his family!
Doubles Partners to Lovers
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I cant find other gifs od him so i will use this one everytime i write for ben🫤
The sun was high in the sky as Ben Shelton and you, his trusty doubles partner and best friend, walked together toward a picturesque suburban house. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness as this was the day Ben had been talking about for weeks – introducing you to his family.
You and Ben had been inseparable on and off the tennis court. Your friendship had grown into something deeper, and although you hadn't put a label on it, the chemistry between you was undeniable.
As you reached the front porch, Ben turned to you with a warm smile.
Ben: "I'm so glad you're here, Y/N. They're going to love you."
You smiled back, grateful for his reassuring words. "I hope so. Your family means a lot to you."
With that, Ben rang the doorbell, and you both waited for the door to swing open. It did, revealing Ben's mother, who greeted you both with a bright smile.
Ben's Mom: "Benjamin! Y/N! So lovely to see you."
You exchanged pleasantries, and Ben's mom invited you inside. The house was warm and inviting, with family photos adorning the walls, showcasing Ben's childhood memories.
Ben's Mom: "Come, let's have some refreshments in the backyard. The rest of the family is eager to meet you."
As you followed her to the backyard, your heart raced. Meeting Ben's family felt like a significant step in your relationship.
Ben's siblings, a mix of sisters, greeted you enthusiastically. They were a lively bunch, and you couldn't help but feel welcomed.
Ben's Sister: "You must be Y/N! Ben talks about you all the time."
You blushed but smiled. "All good things, I hope."
Laughter filled the air, and it was clear that Ben's family had a great sense of humor. Ben's father joined in the conversation, asking about your tennis exploits and your journey with Ben as doubles partners.
Throughout the day, you felt like you were part of the Shelton family. They shared stories, played games, and even watched some of your recent matches on TV, cheering you on as though you were already part of the clan.
As the day turned into evening, you and Ben found yourselves sitting on the porch, the soft glow of the porch light casting a warm ambiance. It was the perfect moment to talk about your growing feelings for each other.
Ben: "Y/N, today has been incredible. I'm so happy you're here with me."
You turned to him, your heart pounding. "Ben, I have to admit something. I'm not just here as your doubles partner and friend."
Ben looked at you, his eyes filled with curiosity and hope.
You took a deep breath. "I'm here because I care about you, more than just a partner. I think I've fallen for you, Ben."
A smile spread across his face, and he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Ben: "Y/N, I've felt the same way for a while now. I just didn't know how to say it."
As you sat there on the porch, hand in hand, the stars began to twinkle overhead. It was a perfect moment, and you couldn't help but feel that you had not only gained the approval of Ben's family but had also taken a significant step in your journey from best friends to something more.
Ben: "I can't believe it took a family gathering for us to finally admit our feelings."
You chuckled. "Well, sometimes, the timing just has to be right."
Ben leaned in, and you both shared a sweet, heartfelt kiss under the starry sky, sealing the beginning of your romantic journey as more than just doubles partners and best friends.
With Ben by your side and his loving family supporting your relationship, you knew that this was the start of something beautiful and enduring.
Can you please write one with Matteo Berrettini when you’re his and Ajla Tomljanovićs little daughter when they broke up they had no idea that Ajla was pregnant and even they where not together anymore Matteo swore himself that he would do everything for you the first time he was able to hold you he cried his eyes out the way you looked up to him curiously with you’re big baby eyes trying to grab his bracelet with you’re little hand the next day he got you’re name tattooed since then you went from a little baby too a happy little toddler with dark curls and the most beautiful smile when Matteo is able too see you after his injury at the aus Open you run to him as fast as you’re little chubby legs can carry you and can’t help laughing when he picks you up and kisses you’re little chubby cheek it brightens his mood instantly and it means so much too him that Ajla let’s him spend so much time with you.❤️
Daddy's Promise
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Pairings:dad!Matteo Berrettini x daughter
Matteo Berrettini and Ajla Tomljanović had a love story that had its ups and downs, but neither of them knew that their love had created something beautiful. When they went their separate ways, they had no idea that Ajla was carrying a precious secret—a little life growing within her.
The news came as a shock to both of them. Matteo, determined to be the best father he could be, swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to support his daughter, even though he and Ajla were no longer together.
The day his daughter was born was a moment that Matteo would never forget. The tiny bundle of joy with big, curious eyes captured his heart instantly.
Matteo: *teary-eyed* "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, just like your mom."
She looked up at him, reaching out with her tiny hand, trying to grasp his bracelet, and Matteo felt his heart melt.
Matteo: "Hey there, little one. You like this, huh? You've got good taste."
He knew right then that he would do anything to protect and provide for this little angel. The very next day, he visited a tattoo parlor and got her name tattooed on his wrist.
Tattoo Artist: "Are you sure about this?"
Matteo: *nodding with determination* "Absolutely. It's a promise."
As the years passed, their daughter grew from a little baby into a happy toddler with dark curls and the most heartwarming smile. Her laughter filled their lives with joy, and she became the light of Matteo's world.
Matteo: *tickling her* "Where's that beautiful smile? There it is!"
One day, during the Australian Open, Matteo faced an injury that threatened to dampen his spirits. But then, something magical happened. In the midst of the challenges he faced, he received a visit from his daughter.
Matteo's Daughter: *giggling as she runs to him* "Daddy!"
With her little chubby legs moving as fast as they could, she ran towards him, her laughter echoing through the room.
Matteo: *kneeling down to scoop her up* "There's my little sunshine! Did you come to cheer for Daddy?"
She nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with excitement.
Matteo: *peppering her cheek with kisses* "I missed you so much, baby girl."
She giggled with delight, holding onto him tightly. Matteo couldn't help but feel grateful to Ajla for allowing him to spend so much time with their daughter.
Matteo: *whispering to his daughter* "You know, you make everything better, even when Daddy's feeling a little down."
She smiled up at him, her tiny hand reaching for his tattooed wrist, as if she knew the significance of that inked promise.
Matteo Berrettini, the tennis star, had faced many challenges on and off the court, but nothing could compare to the love and happiness he found in the arms of his little daughter. She was a reminder of the beautiful journey that had brought them together, and a promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and cherished moments as a family. ❤️