#Andrey rublev x reader

[game-set-canet]

could I have cute clingy giggly tipsy Andrey after getting back from celebrating a win? Love your blog

You're on my mind

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: Maybe i had a little too much fun writing this imagine 😂 i hope you like it as much as i do! thank you for your request 💕also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name * Karen Khachanov has an almost four years old son named David

MY MASTERLIST

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It’s almost 1 a.m. when your phone vibrates on the couch table. You suppress a yawn as you try to reach your smartphone without moving too much under the blankie.

It’s a message from Karen. You raise an eyebrow and open his message: »We’re heading back to the hotel. Are you still awake?«

You sit up on the couch and start typing: »You’re already coming back? Did something happen?« and send it together with a second message – the answer to Karen’s question: »Yes, I’m awake. David is asleep since half past seven.«

You volunteered to look after David, so the boys and their teams could go out and celebrate their first double title in 2023. Usually you would join them in their celebration (which are always kinda legendary to be honest) but you have an important paper to write - due to Tuesday – and unfortunately your boss isn’t very patient.

It takes Karen only a few seconds to reply: »Good. We will be back in about 30 minutes and i’ll come and collect my son and you get your wreck back«

»My wreck?!?!«

»Well…Andrey is a bit drunk.«

»A bit?«

»You will see« the symbol under Karen’s name pops from “online” to “offline” and back to “online”, Karen is typing again: »And Andrey begged me for the last 5 minutes to tell you that he really really loves you and insisted that I’m a bad friend if I don’t tell you this.«

You shake your head and sigh: This means your boyfriend is clearly drunk. And a drunken Andrey is really special.

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You just finished collecting all your things (your smartphone, the laptop, some papers from work) when you hear the hotel room door click. In the doorway stand Karen and Andrey - or more precisely: Karen stands and supports Andrey.

“Oh my god, how much did he drink?!”, you whisper-shout – careful not to wake up David who is sleeping in the next room.

“Y/N!”, your boyfriend's face immediately lights up in a bright smile, “Y/N!”

Andrey frees himself from Karen and comes - walking in a surprisingly straight line - towards you to hug you tightly: “I missed you, baby.”

A part of you wants to point out the fact that they were away for only about three and a half hours, the other part of you can’t help but smile against Andrey’s chest while you put your arms around his waist: “Yeah, I missed you too…tell me, how much did you drink?”

“Not much!”, he shakes his head vigorously. You feel him falter because of it, and he would certainly have stumbled if he hadn't held on to you.

You pull a doubtful face and give Karen a questioning look. The older one shrugs: “He is right. He didn’t drink much…definitely less than usual…I don’t know why he acts like that.”

Andrey shoots Karen a uncomprehending glance and hugs you even tighter now: “I just missed her.”

You sigh silently and try to release his arms from you: “Andrey, I need to talk to Karen for a second, okay? Would you please sit down on the couch for a moment?”

At first, it seems like he might want to protest, but then he energetically plops down onto the nearby couch. In the next moment, he wraps his arms around your thighs, burying his face in the fabric of your t-shirt against your stomach, muttering something in Russian you don’t understand.

You blink in surprise before placing your hands on his shoulders – accepting the fact that he seems to be very clingy right now.

Karen leans against the commode next to the door, taking off his shoes but looking at you as you start to speak: “As I already texted you: I put David to bed at half past seven. He ate a bit but didn’t have much appetite.”, while speaking, your fingers automatically start playing with the tips of Andrey's hair. You tilt your head from one side to the other, “And…well, I don’t know…maybe David gets a cold or something? He was very sleepy the whole evening and got a bit cold?”, by now, your hand is running through Andrey's hair.

“Yeah, I’m afraid you’re right. I thought the same when he didn’t want to get up in the morning…well, we will see.”, Karen sighs loudly before he smiles at you, “Thank you for looking after David, Y/N.”

You return his smile and wave your hand in a dismissive gesture: “No need to thank me! He was really well-behaved - as always. And I even managed to finish my work, which I just need to submit tomorrow.”

Andrey murmurs softly, disapproving the fact that you stopped stroking his hair.

“Good good”, Karen nods down to Andrey, asking half-joking half-seriously: “Should I help you putting him to bed in return?”

You suppress a laugh: “No, I think we are fine…I text you if I need any help.”

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Against your assumption, it's quite easy to get Andrey out of Karen’s hotel room.

He has his fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand as you wait for the elevator. Andrey's hotel room is just one floor down but leading him through the staircase in his condition seems unnecessarily risky to you.

The elevator doors are closing behind you, when Andrey squeezes your hand and beams at you: “Y/N, I love you!”

You chuckle softly and nod as you press the button for the sixth floor: “Yeah, you already said that 30 seconds ago and a minute before and before and before.”

Suddenly Andrey is standing right in front of you: “Yes…but I love you a lot, so I have to say it many many many times.”, he bends his head and covers your face with lots of little kisses.

“I see.”, you can’t help but start laughing while you stroke his left cheek with your hand.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors open on the lower floor, but Andrey doesn't move - a deep crease forms between Andrey's eyebrows as he furrows his brow: “Don’t you love me?”

You look at him with wide eyes, completely confused: “Of course I love you, why are you asking this?!”

“Because you didn’t say it back.”, he pouts, reminding you of a little puppy being denied a treat now.

You close your eyes for a second: “Andrey, I said it back the first five times.”

"Yes, but don't you love me the sixth time?"

“I love you more than I can put into words, okay?”

“Okay.” he nods, beaming again.

Luckly your hotel room is only a few steps away. You are searching in your handbag for the key card, which is a bit complicated because you can only use one hand since Andrey refuses to let go of your other hand.

The door unlocks with a soft click and while you are fumble for the light switch, Andrey starts speaking again: “Y/N, I lov-“

“Andrey!”

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You guide Andrey to your bedroom, decided to skip teeth brushing and all the other things since it’s already half past two and you are supposed to be at the airport at ten a.m..

Sleep is definitely more important now.

“Andrey, honey, can you please take off the clothes?”, you ask while throwing your handbag on the suitcase and unlocking your phone to set the alarm.

You are completely focused on your smartphone, so you don’t notice Andrey stepping in front of you. Suddenly you feel his hands fumbling at the buttons of your blouse.

You lift your head and stare at him: “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You asked me to take off the clothes!”, your boyfriend giggles while continuing to open the buttons – or rather tries to because his fingers are way too uncoordinated for it.

“No!”, you look at him with disbelief, “I asked you to take off YOUR clothes!”

“No, you just said ‘the clothes’”, his giggling turns into laughter.

“Fine, Andrey, honey, can you please take off YOUR clothes?”

“No.”, he replies giggling.

“No? Why not?”

He looks you deep in the eyes, his grin has something suggestive: “It’s much more fun when you do it.”

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a serious look: “Andrey, take off your clothes and go to bed!”

“No, you have to do it!”

“Andrey. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

“No, you have to do it!”

Your voice has a sharp undertone: “Andrey! It’s almost two a.m. Please we have go to bed, we have to get up in a few hours, I’m tired!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to be annoying!”, hesitantly he reaches for your hand, “Please don’t be angry with me!”, suddenly the puppy-expression is back on Andrey’s face.  

Your facial expression softens, and you give his hand a soft squeeze: “I’m not angry, Andrey. I’m just tired, okay?”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods slowly before letting go of your hand and pulling the sweater over his head.

It took Andrey only three tries to open his belt and after another five minutes he’s finally lying next to you in bed.

Although it’s dark in the bedroom you can feel Andrey’s eyes on you.

You know what he is about to say something but this time you are faster: “Andrey, I love you.”

You move closer to him and put his head on his chest.

“I love you too, Y/N.”, you can almost hear his bright smile.

And a drunken Andrey is really special. And you love him.

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tagging: @bluetackbaby @lxndonorris @fedalev

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[antadogoias]

I need to share what came into my head... Tennis Channel posted a video asking tennis players who their favorite Formula 1 driver was, then the thought came to me what if the reader were a professional tennis player and in this video she responds that Her favorite pilot is Charles (or Max for me, whatever), and he reacts to the video or something. OR if for people who love my dear Jannik Sinner and Andrey Rublev, if in this video one of them said that the reader (who is a formula 1 driver) is their favorite and she reacts to the video. I would love to see something like this.

#tennis #jannik sinner #im delulu #jannik sinner x reader #andrey rublev x reader #andrey rublev #formula 1 #formula 1 x tennis #just some random thoughts #i don't even know

[kelloggsenthusiast]

I know your requests aren’t open cuz of school, cuz I relate. But when (and if) u are free, could u write smtg for andrey rublev, maybe smut?? Thank u and love u.

Could you break a heart, if I asked you? - ANDREY RUBLEV

Majorca was another type of beautiful in December. The weather was warm enough to go sailing by day and just about cold enough to warm up by cuddling at night. Not that Andrey minded, anyway.

This night was much like the other nights of our week long vacation, except for one minor detail. I could not sleep. I didn't know whether to attribute it to the nap I'd had that afternoon, or to the wetness between my legs. Whatever the case, i needed to sort out the latter.

Andrey had been doing an interview with some Spanish sports network, and he was currently on his way back. His work seemed to follow him even when he was deliberately trying to run away from it.

I shifted to lay on my back, legs bent at the knees and slightly ajar. I ran my hands up my body, pulling my nightshirt up as I went, imagining it was him. I imagine bis fingertips brushing against the underside of my breasts, moving upwards towards my nipples. I whimper pathetically as my other hand cups my soaking middle over my panties.

Pulling my panties aside, I bite the corner of my lip as my other hand plays with my erect nipples. I imagine it's his fingers instead of mine that were rubbing my clit, preparing my entrance for his- my fingers.

"Andrey," I moan helplessly, as I play with my breast inch my fingers intomy throbbing heat. Once I get accustomed to the intrusion, I begin to pump my fingers.

My eyes screw Shut as I feel a knot tighten in my lower stomach. I rub on my clit with my thumb, making me draw nearer and nearer to my release and just as I am about to come, my hand gets pinned above my head.

"honestly, malenkaya, I haven't been gone that long, have I?" Andrey whispers to me.

"i- please," I say, not sure what I'm begging for.

"you're so needy. Such a mess for me, yes?" He rasps. I nod, fully aware of his leg between mine, pressing against my throbbing heat.

I need him.

Involuntarily, I rock my hips against his thigh, leaving a trail of wetness on his pants. His eyes fully dilate and I know he's gone feral.

He trails kisses along my jaw as his free hand plays with my nipple. The pleasure he's granting me is mind blowing, but not enough.

"Andrey," I whimper "let me touch you."

His lips never disconnect from my neck as his large hand let's go of my small ones. I immediately begin to tug on his shirt, wanting to take it off him. He catches on and detaches from me and takes off his shirt and pants, which are now stained with my arousal. I see the outline of his cock through his white Calvin Kleins, and I know he is painfully hard.

He pulls me towards him by my thighs and his mouth immediately latches onto my breast and he begins to suck and bite me. I moan his name out loud, glad that nobody outside these walls can hear us.

His fingers deftly massage my folds, looking for my little nub, and one he finds it he abuses it. I try to close my legs around his hand but his other hand makes sure to keep my thighs apart.

He keeps his thumb pressed against my clit as his middle and ring fingers slide into my moist, warm sex.

"Andrey," I whimper as he pumps his long fingers in and out of me. My orgasm build shamelessly quickly, and i find my body jerking in the throes of an orgasm.

"you're so fucking perfect for me," he said as he fingered me through my orgasm. "So beautiful. I love you so much."

I only realised that I had been squeezing his biceps and I left crescent shaped marks in them when he shifted tho take his boxers off. He was violently aroused and ready to come at my second. I found myself slickening at the thought.

"do you want more?" He asked as he aligned himself with my entrance. I nod frantically, looking up at him doe-eyed.

"you know that's not how it works, so be a good girl and use your words," he rasped. The combination of his dirty words and the head of his cock pressed against my entrance sent me into another state.

"Yes, Andrey, please," I beg.

"so needy, he rasps as he kisses the nape of my neck.

Slowly, he enters me and the familiar stretch to accommodate follows suit.

The pleasure is immediate and intense.

He pulls out again, leaving me empty and wanting.

"please," I beg, almost in tears.

"such a needy girl," he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear lovingly. I melt.

Without warning, his hand wraps around my neck and he thrusts into me fully. My eyes close involuntarily.

"open your eyes, malenkaya, I want to see them go hazy as I fuck you the way you like," he commands. My eyes immediately open and find his staring at me like I'm the only woman in the world.

His first thrusts are slow and careful, getting me used to his intrusion, but as time goes on, caution is thrown to the wind and he fucks me with reckless abandon. I can feel his other hand dig into my waist, adding another layer of pleasure. Soon, I am clenching against his girth, signalling that I am close.

"let go for me," he says, and that's all it takes for my orgasm to come crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Not long after, he fills me with his hot seed with a groan.

""fuck," he whispers. "You're so precious. You did so well for me. I love you."

He kisses me on the lips as his grip around my neck loosens.

"let's get you cleaned and fed. Come on now malenkaya," he says before scooping me up in his arms.

I haven't written smut in like... Forever so I'm sorry if this was trash fr. But I need to practice

Sorry for posting late; I did warn you about my hectic schedule.

-sadie

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

Just thinking about Andrey being super touchy all the time. This man is like a literal koala. And he loves headpats. He wouldn't leave your side, not even for a moment. He always finds a way to touch or hold you - resting his head on your shoulder, holding your hand, touching thighs when you're sitting next to each other. He just expresses his love through physical touch, and he has a lot of it. He doesn't care if someone calls it out or if you're in public; as long as you know he loves you, he's happy.

#sophie just thinks #andrey rublev imagine #andrey rublev x reader

[talkteatennis]

Body

Summary: Andrey Rublev trying to get reader to go on a date.

Warnings: body conscious conversation, no smut but suggestive

“Andrey you are a twig,” y/n stated as you held his wrists in your hands as the tall lanky boy looked at you in shock.

“Am not, I am very toned” Andrey stated releasing his wrists from your grip to flex his biceps. Which made areas of your body tremble but you knew he wasn’t wrong.

All that played in your mind, was the battering you would receive from the media about not being one of those ‘twig bitch models’ he usually went for.

“Fine you are not. Now leave me alone please,” you said walking away from him trying to exit the players lounge only for him to rush in front and stop you from leaving.

“Y/N, you have been making excuses for why you can’t be with me! Why is that?” You sighed at his words. It was something he would never understand actually you thought.

“Because your not my type.” Y/N simply said, because it was easier this than to have to explain how you really felt.

“If thats so then why do you look at me as if you want to undress me?” He said getting closer and you were taken aback. You hadn’t realised Andrey had noticed your occasional glances but how could he not it’s not like you tired to hide it very well anyway.

Stammers and mutterings of words flowed out of your mouth but nothing to form coherent sentences.

“Its just dinner Y/N” he said looking at you as his hand gently caresses your cheekbones.

“No” you said again making herself clear and then leaving but once again only to be pulled back. Y/N let out a sigh of frustration as you once again you were faced with Andrey’s handsome face.

“I’m not letting you go,” he said this time his strong hands firmly placed on your waist holding you still right in front of him. He didn’t care who saw them at this point as players were just squeezing past the two of them trying to enter and exit the lounge. He wasn’t dropping the subject till you explained yourself.

“I am fat okay and I don’t want to go on a date with you because the media will rip me to shreds for not being thin and beautiful like all the models you go for!” You said eyes welling up a little. Andrey squeezed your sides tighter shaking his head before looking you in your beautiful eyes.

“Thats crazy. You are not fat you are cruvy in all the right places Y/N and I love it,” Andrey said letting his hand roam from your waist to your hips then butt which made blush, “ I don’t care what they think about you and you shouldn’t either and if they want to say stuff about the way you look I’ll put them in their place.” You smiled at his words and he leant in to kiss her but she stopped him by placing a finger on his lips just separating them.

“Okay, I will go to dinner only if you are sure that you want to date a poc, curvy woman,” you said looking him dead in the eyes.

“Oh I am sure. The things I would kill do to you right now,” he said whisperig the last part lustfully into your ear sending a warm an fuzzy feeling below your stomach.

You removed your finger slowly making sure to look him in the eye then gently placed your lips on his.

#x reader #imagines #imagine #love #andrey rublev #Andrey rublev imagine #Andrey rublev imagines #Andrey rublev x reader #Andrey rublev fan fiction #Andrey rublev blurb #tennis fan fiction #atp tour

[elliethetennisfan]

Andrey Rublev x f! reader

fluff

warnings; none

!!Not proofread!!

Comment what you think and if i should do more :)) (this is my first short story lol sorry if it’s bad)

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Andrey Rublev stepped onto the pristine grass courts of Wimbledon with determination etched on his face. The young Russian had tirelessly trained for this moment, yearning to etch his name into the annals of tennis history.

His path to the final was strewn with challenges, each match a testament to his skill and resilience. The championship match arrived, a clash of titans awaited. Rublev faced a seasoned opponent, their volleys echoing through the hallowed grounds. The final set was a battle of nerves, but Rublev’s tenacity shone bright as he claimed victory in a thrilling tiebreaker.

The crowd erupted in applause, chants of his name echoing across Centre Court. But amidst the jubilation, Rublev’s mind wandered to one person—his girlfriend, Y/N. She stood at the edge of the court, her eyes shimmering with pride and joy. She rushed to him as he stepped off the court, embracing him tightly, unable to contain her excitement.

Their embrace lingered, words unnecessary amidst the elation that enveloped them. Y/N’s support had been unwavering, a pillar of strength throughout his journey. With tears of joy streaming down her face, she whispered, “You did it, Andrey. You’re a Wimbledon champion.”

The evening was a whirlwind of celebrations. Amidst the popping champagne bottles and flashes of cameras, Y/N ensured Andrey stayed grounded. Her loving gaze never left him, a reminder of the genuine support that transcended the tennis triumph.

Days after the historic win, Andrey and Y/N found solace in a quaint café nestled in the heart of Wimbledon village. Away from the spotlight, they cherished the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Y/N, always his confidante, noticed a hint of pensiveness in Andrey’s eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, reaching out to hold his hand.

“I can’t shake off the feeling that this victory changes everything,” Andrey confessed. “Expectations, pressures—I fear losing what truly matters amidst the fame and success.”

Y/N squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You’re still the same person I fell in love with, Andrey. Nothing changes that. Let’s navigate this together, stay true to who you are.”

Her words eased the burden in his heart, a gentle reminder of the unwavering support she offered. Together, they embraced the challenges that came with Andrey’s newfound status as a Wimbledon champion.

Months flew by, tournaments came and went, but their bond remained unshakable. Y/N ensured Andrey stayed grounded, reminding him of the values that defined him beyond the tennis courts.

In the serene solitude of their home, Y/N surprised Andrey with a homemade dinner, a simple yet heartfelt gesture. As they sat across each other, relishing the warmth of the moment, Andrey gazed at Y/N with newfound admiration.

“You’re my champion, Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes reflecting gratitude. “Your unwavering support means more than any trophy.”

Touched by his words, Y/N leaned in, her eyes sparkling with love. “Andrey, you’ve always been a champion to me, with or without the titles. I’m just here to remind you of that.”

In that moment, amidst the quietude of their love, Andrey realized that his greatest victory wasn’t claimed on the courts of Wimbledon—it was the unwavering love and support of his girlfriend, Y/N, that made every triumph meaningful.

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well this just fed my delusions even more 😭 …. anyways hope you enjoyed !!

again, comment if u like it and ANY advice :)

if you want to give requests i only take them for tennis players (not dead ones though) as i don’t feel necessarily comfortable writing for them.

Please, please, please don’t reblog / repost on any platform without MY permission FIRST. i’ll post my socials soon x

have a good day/night :))

#andrey rublev #tennis #fanfic #delusional #wimbledon #championship #novak djokovic #story

[mrmichaelchadler]

Home Entertainment Consumer Guide: October 4, 2018

10 NEW TO NETFLIX

"Billy Madison" "Blade II" "Blazing Saddles" "Chappaquiddick" "The Devil's Advocate" "The Green Mile" "Monty Python's Life of Brian" "Mountain" "Mystic River" "The Shining"

7 NEW TO BLU-RAY/DVD

"Andrei Rublev" (Criterion)

It's funny how classic directors can ebb and flow into the national conversation. I feel like I've heard Andrei Tarkovsky's name more in 2018 than in many recent years. Some years everyone thinks everything is "Hitchockian" or "Kubrickian." Perhaps Film Twitter is expanding its auteur vocabulary because I've seen several recent films, including "Annihilation" and "High Life," compared to Tarkovsky's work. Did Criterion somehow know this was going to happen, thereby timing their HD upgrade of his epic "Andrei Rublev" for late September? Probably not, but you never know. As for the release, it's a beauty, including both versions of the film, a few documentaries, and new interviews. Some of the Criterion upgrades are merely that (imports of special features with an HD transfer) but this is more like a brand new release. After all, Andrei Tarkovsky has never been hotter.

Buy it here 

Special Features New high-definition digital restoration of the director’s preferred 183-minute cut, with uncompressed monaural soundtrack on the Blu-ray The Passion According to Andrei, the original 205-minute version of the film Steamroller and Violin, Tarkovsky’s 1961 student thesis film The Three Andreis, a 1966 documentary about the writing of the film’s script On the Set of “Andrei Rublev,” a 1966 documentary about the making of the film New interviews with actor Nikolai Burlyaev and cinematographer Vadim Yusov by filmmakers Seán Martin and Louise Milne New interview with film scholar Robert Bird Selected-scene commentary from 1998 featuring film scholar Vlada Petric New video essay by filmmaker Daniel Raim New English subtitle translation PLUS: An essay by critic J. Hoberman

"Leave No Trace"

Debra Granik's first film since "Winter's Bone" remains one of my favorites of 2018 and loses none of its remarkable power on second viewing at home. It's just as phenomenal as I remember when I saw it at Sundance. This is a gentle, truthful tale about a father and daughter growing apart, a division deepened by his severe PTSD. Thomasin Harcourt McKenzie gives one of the most genuine performances of the year, and Ben Foster nearly matches, finding a more subtle register than the one for which he's most well-known. This is a beautiful movie, one that I hope everyone gets a chance to see.

Buy it here 

Special Features Creating Leave No Trace - Featurette Deleted Scenes Behind the Scenes Vignettes Location Scout Photo Gallery

"The Naked Prey" (Criterion)

Academy Award nominee Cornel Wilde stars in this adventure film, which he also directed and produced, reportedly based on the life of John Colter, an explorer chased by Blackfoot warriors in Wyoming. The script for "Naked Prey" was Oscar-nominated but if you're thinking this is a relatively obscure choice for Criterion, especially when compared to the other two films in this column, you're not wrong. The company often includes at least one film a month that you probably haven't heard of or at least haven't seen in a very long time, to go with it's more widely-acknowledged collection of classics. Such is the case with "Naked Prey," a film that reportedly earned mixed reviews on its release but is now considered influential both in its focus and brutality. Roger himself was not a fan.   Buy it here 

Special Features Restored high-definition digital transfer, with uncompressed monaural soundtrack on the Blu-ray Audio commentary from 2007 by film scholar Stephen Prince “John Colter’s Escape,” a 1913 record of the trapper’s flight from Blackfoot Indians—which was the inspiration for The Naked Prey—read by actor Paul Giamatti Original soundtrack cues created by director Cornel Wilde and ethnomusicologist Andrew Tracey, along with a written statement by Tracey Trailer PLUS: An essay by film critic Michael Atkinson and a 1970 interview with Wilde

"A Raisin in the Sun" (Criterion)

When Lorraine Hansberry wrote A Raisin in the Sun in the '50s, do you think she had any idea it would become a staple of American theater, and regularly adapted for film and television? The play has really stood the test of time, and it's still produced in near-constant rotation around the country, but Criterion has gone with the original, and still-best, film production of it, starring Sidney Poitier, Ruby Dee, Claudia McNeil, Diana Sands, and Louis Gossett Jr. Regular readers of this column know that I'm always curious about the timing of Criterion releases. So why "Raisin" now? Well, it's clear that the themes of the play still resonate today, and perhaps the company is responding to criticism that their collection is largely full of white filmmakers telling white stories. Whatever the reason, "A Raisin in the Sun" remains essential to the story of American theatre in the '50s and '60s and this is a great way to bring this seminal work to a wider audience.

Buy it here

Special Features New, restored 4K digital transfer, with uncompressed monaural soundtrack on the Blu-ray Interview from 1961 with playwright/screenwriter Lorraine Hansberry New interview with Imani Perry, author of Looking for Lorraine Episode of Theater Talk from 2002 featuring producer Philip Rose and actors Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis Excerpt from Black Theatre: The Making of a Movement (1978), with a new introduction by director Woodie King Jr. New interview with film scholar Mia Mask, coeditor of Poitier Revisited Interview from 2002 with director Daniel Petrie Trailer PLUS: An essay by scholar Sarita Cannon and author James Baldwin’s 1969 tribute to Hansberry, “Sweet Lorraine”

"Solo: A Star Wars Story"

If you ask a certain sector of the movie-going public, they'll tell you that "Solo: A Star Wars Story" was a massive bomb. They'll claim that negative feelings about "Star Wars: The Last Jedi" caused a backlash against "Solo" and the box office reflected that, leading to the lowest-grossing "Star Wars" film of the modern era (and that includes the prequels). The truth is that "Solo" likely wasn't as impacted by "TLJ" as it was over-saturation. There was a time when a "Star Wars" movie was an event, which is inherently more difficult when one is practically still playing in theaters as a new one comes out. There's also the fact that, sorry, "Solo" isn't very good. One can see the struggle behind the scenes that led to Ron Howard being brought in to helm the pic, and the result is a film that's only sporadically entertaining (and horribly under-lit). The Blu-ray is solid, as they often are for "Star Wars" films, but I think the lesson to take from "Solo" is that any universe loses its luster if we visit it too often and the best thing this franchise could do after "Episode IX" would be to go away for a little while. Absence makes the Wookie heart grow fonder.

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"Three Identical Strangers"

2018 has been an amazing year for documentaries. Films like "RBG," "Won't You Be My Neighbor?," and now "Free Solo" have become surprising arthouse hits, finding devoted fans. I'm hoping that the trend brings people to one of the best docs of the year, a hit at Sundance and the Chicago Critics Film Festival earlier this year, "Three Identical Strangers." This is one of those WTF documentaries that keeps unfolding new secrets and revelations as it progresses. Without spoiling anything, the craziest part of this story is not what you think it is. It's not merely that three identical triplets found each other after years apart. There's more to this tale than any writer could possibly devise. Check it out and see for yourself. 

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"X-Men Trilogy"

The MCU may be thriving but the "X-Men" franchise is in a weird phase. The "Dark Phoenix" trailer dropped last week only for the movie's release date to then be pushed back. People just don't seem as excited about "X-Men" as they used to be, but that shouldn't stop superhero fans from going back to the beginning, Bryan Singer's wildly influential first film about Wolverine, Storm, Magneto, and company. Christopher Nolan gets a lot of credit for influencing where the market is now, but Sam Raimi and Bryan Singer deserve just as much, if not more, for creating the templates for the modern superhero movie. The first two films in this trilogy are phenomenal, and they hold up beautifully in these new 4K editions. The third film? It was horrible then and it's horrible now, another film that can be used as a template for what NOT to do in the superhero genre. 

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[game-set-canet]

hii! you could do a rublev x reader tennis player where he gets jealous of her while she talks to another tennis player, if you want you can modify the request and sorry if it got confusing, english is not my first language, i love your blog!!🤍

A step forward

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: i really had fun writing this imagine! i hope you like it, lovely anon! 💖💖 also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name

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(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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You know something is wrong when you saw Andrey pressing his lips together and narrowing his eyes in suspicion, but you don’t know what’s the reason. In your eyes everything was fine.

Andrey just finished an intense practise session with Grigor Dimitrov. He showed that he is in a good shape and ready for the next tournament.

You are in the middle of a conversation with the Bulgarian, so all you can do is give Andrey a questioning look, but your boyfriend doesn’t react to your nonverbal question and just stares at the two of you.

“I saw the paining you posted on Instagram this morning!”, Grigor beams at you while taking off his headband, “It’s very beautiful!”

Grigor's compliment catches you completely off guard, and you can’t help but blush: “Uhm…thank you…that’s very kind.”

You love painting and drawing, and Andrey encouraged you to publish some of them online. You set up a separate Instagram account and after only five days your page had A LOT of followers – even some tennis players started following it: Karen Khachanov, Dominc Thiem, Grigor Dimitrov, … Without Andrey you wouldn't have dared to publish it, you're too insecure about it. But Andrey is passionate about your drawings and paintings and has persuaded you to share them with the world.

The older one shakes his head and steps closer to you: “No, I’m serious! You are really talented! I especially love your pencil drawings!”, he sighs still grinning, “I wish I had any talents…” You are way too involved in your conversation to notice Andrey’s snort and the way he stares at Grigor coldly.

Instead you can’t help but blur out: “I mean, from what I've heard so far, you're a pretty good tennis player.”

Grigor blinks at you in surprise before he starts laughing as well: “What you have heard? You just saw me practise?!”

“Yeah…I’m sure you can do better.”

The two of you are now laughing at the top of your lungs. When Andrey introduced you to other tennis players, you couldn’t say a single word. You are a big tennis fan since you were a little kid – always watching matches with your father – and suddenly you are meeting all the players. The first you got to know was Karen, who was really friendly, polite and calm but you were so nervous before your meeting that you nearly hyperventilate. So joking with Grigor was a HUGE step and you are really proud of yourself in that moment.

Grigor turns around and nudges Andrey with his elbow: “Cheeky! Andrey, Y/N is very bold! Did you hear what she said to me?!”

Andrey doesn’t join you in your laughing, his voice is rather cold: “No, I didn’t hear what my girlfriend said to you.”

Something about his emphasis makes you pause your laughing: You have never ever heard this kind of undertone in Andrey’s voice. Your relationship is quite new, next Monday would be your 3-month-anniversary and you know you both have a lot to learn and discover about each other but that was completely new.

Grigor also notices that something is different now and clears his throat quietly, no one says anything.

“I gonna take a shower.”, Andrey doesn’t look at any of you, “See you tomorrow, Grigor! See you later at lunch, Y/N!”, he presses a quick kiss on your left cheek and storms off of the court before you could say a single word.

Fernando Vicente is standing next to the bench, packing the bags. You have a good relationship with Andrey’s coach – at the end of the day he was the one who introduced you to Andrey.

You bite your lip and walk over to him: “Fernando?”, you wait until he turns around, “Maybe it’s nothing but…but…do you…uhm…what’s up with Andrey?”

Ferando looks at you, looking completely surprised: “You don’t know?”

“No?”, you are feeling quite stupid because it’s seeming like it’s very obvious what is wrong with your boyfriend.

Suddenly you hear Andrey yell from outside the practise court: “FERNANDO!”

Now that’s an undertone you know: your boyfriend is annoyed and impatient. Fernando knows the undertone as well and hurries up collecting his things.

“He is jealous!”, is everything Fernando says before he quickly grabs the bags and almost jogs across the court to follow Andrey back to the main building.

Andrey has a short break after lunch, so you make your way back to your hotel room after eating with the whole team.

Your boyfriend was very quiet and so everything was a bit tensed. You take a deep breath and sit down next to Andrey on the big couch: “Andrey?”

You wait until he puts down the phone – although you can see that he feels nervous about what you might say: “Yeah?”

It’s not easy to find the right words, because on one hand you can’t imagine how Andrey could be jealous on someone – in your eyes he was the most wonderful human on this planet – but on the other hand you want to take his feelings and thoughts seriously.

It takes you a lot of courage to look at him when asking the next question: “This morning on the practise court, were you really jealous?”

Andrey bites his lip, while he nervously strokes through his hair: “Mhhh…maybe.”

“Why are you jealous on Grigor? You know, there is no need for that?”

He makes a dismissive gesture and shrugs his shoulders awkwardly: “He is very handsome, isn’t he?”

You can’t help but shake your head in disbelief and move closer to him: “Oh yes, he really is…”, you can’t help but grin, “But I know an ATP player who is even more handsome. Do you want to know who it is?”

Andrey gives you a quick look from the corner of his eyes, voice quiet: “Not really.”

“Too bad. I gonna tell you either way.”, you take his hand in yours, “It’s a Russian player…I think his name is Andrey Rublev. Have you ever heard of him?”

Andrey shoots you a half annoyed-half angry glance but the corners of his mouth lift because of your words.

“So, do you know him?”, you continue to play your little ‘game’. Your head skips a beat when a shy smile spreads across his face.

He rolls his eyes, but his smile is getting bigger and bigger: “Maybe…”

“Yeah, I think you do know him. You must know him…because he is really really handsome. The most handsome guy on the whole tour. And he is very funny, and caring…sometimes he is very stubborn as well but that’s okay.”

“And sometimes he is a little stupid because he gets jealous without any reason?”

You shake your head very quickly and look him straight in the eyes now: “No, you aren’t stupid for getting jealous! It’s okay…I understand it.”

You can see that Andrey is relieved about your words – mainly because you two talked about it. Andrey had problems thinking about this all midday.

“You know what’s funny?”, you finally start talking again and chuckle, “There was a tiny little moment during today’s practise session where I thought: Maybe I have to be jealous of Grigor because you two were so cute together…”

Andrey looks at you with big eyes, before he starts giggling and shakes his head: “No no no, I’ll always choose you! You’re way cuter than Grigor!”

He takes your face between his hands and kisses you softly.

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[antadogoias]

I need people to write fanfics with tennis players (especially with my beloved Andrey Rublev). Like, I see so many people obsessed with F1 and I see so many fanfics about F1 boys. I need this from tennis fans.

#andrey rublev x reader #andrey rublev #tennis #atp boys #i found some fanfics but they are so little to read

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Inspired by @antadogoias 's post:

cw: fem!reader

an: im trying out some smau stuff, let me know what you think and if you have any tips!

The bright lights of the charity gala illuminated the ballroom, casting a warm glow over the elegant guests sipping champagne. Andrey stood at the edge of the room, feeling slightly out of place in his tailored suit. As a professional tennis player, he was used to the intensity of the court, but social events like this always made him a bit uneasy.

Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, he spotted you. Despite being a Formula 1 rookie you had managed to already make history as one of a few women to enter motorsport. Your determination, skill and charisma had captured his attention from the moment he had first heard about you. You were standing near the bar, ordering a drink in your evening gown, looking like a Bond’s girl. 

Summoning up his courage, Andrey made his way over to you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hi," he said, his voice slightly nervous but determined. "I'm Andrey. It's a pleasure to meet you". You turned to face him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Andrey Rublev, the tennis star?" you exclaimed, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I'm honored. It's nice to finally meet you in person”. 

Andrey felt a surge of relief as you found a common ground. Your conversation flew effortlessly as if you had known each other for years. You two spent the whole evening together turning a boring event into an opportunity to get to know each other. 

You and Andrey have been going out for a few months. Busy schedules resulted in you two spending time for not more than four days at a time. Nonetheless, you still tried to see each other every moment you could. That often resulted in you sitting in the stands, going over your latest race data, while Andrey trained. He often feels bad for training while you visit him but you don't mind as you can sit next to him, look pretty and enjoy the view. He always sets up the best dates as a compensation - he would take you to fancy dinners, and less fancy local adventures. He always makes sure you have fresh flowers, either he would give you them in person or send you a bouquet when you two were apart. 

First time fans started noticing your connection was when Tennis Channel posted a video asking tennis players who their favorite Formula 1 driver was. "Y/N," he said without hesitation, a spark in his eyes. "She's my favorite. She's incredibly talented, and I admire her passion and dedication to her sport. She’s determined and has gone through a lot. One of the strongest people I know”. His cheeks flushed red as he realized how quickly he replied.

You two found yourself in a locker room after a particularly hard match. Andrey had fought hard, but in the end, he had come up short, defeated by his opponent in a long battle. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion and disappointment, as he looked at the floor. You sat beside him, your expression filled with concern and empathy as you reached out to gently squeeze his hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Andrey, please" you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his wounded pride. "You played your heart out there, and that's all anyone can ask for. Tomorrow is another day, another chance to prove yourself." Andrey sighed, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him as he hid his face in your shoulder. He held onto you like his life depended on it. In that moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have you by his side – not just as a partner, but as a source of strength and support in times of need.

You didn’t necessarily keep your relationship secret but you didn’t want it to be in a spotlight. Media and reporters tend to be quite invasive and with Andrey struggling with his mental health you wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. Fans and reporters had analyzed your every interaction, searching for clues and hints that would confirm their suspicions. But you two wanted to focus on your respective careers. Until one fateful day, when a reporter finally broached the subject during a post-match interview.

"Andrey, can you comment on the rumors that you're dating Y/N?" the reporter asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Andrey hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he weighed his options, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. But then, he glanced over at you, who was watching him with a reassuring smile, and he knew that the time had come to set the record straight. “Yea, we have been dating for some time now. She's an incredible person, and she's helped me a lot, especially mentally. I think it’s noticeable as I’m a lot calmer on the court these days. I owe her a lot”. As he spoke, a feeling of relief and freedom washed over both of you. 

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[game-set-canet]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write something about the reader comforting andrey over something? i think andrey needs a hug ngl. love you’re writing!! 🫶

A room without light

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: self-doubt

Author’s Note: sorry that it took me so so long to write this, i hope you like it 💕 also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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The door closes with a quite click behind you. The hotel room is completely dark and you can’t see anything. You know your boyfriend is somewhere here – or at least you hope so.

“Andrey?”, you whisper while you take a few steps into the room, “Andrey, are you here?”

At first you don’t get an answer, but then you hear a soft hum on your left. You feel some of relief rushing over you: You found him. Finally.

After the end of the match and a quick, rather unpleasant press conference Andrey disappeared. None of his team nor you had an idea where he went. Usually you would head back to the hotel together and so no one expected Andrey to actually go back alone. But after searching for him for nearly 30 minutes and hundreds of unanswered text messages and phone calls, you decide to drive back to the hotel and prayed that he is there.

You hesitate for a moment before you whisper again: “Can I turn on the light?”

This time the answer comes immediately: “No!”

The moment you realised that Andrey was sitting alone in the dark you knew it was bad.

“Okay…”, you take a deep breath, “Where are you?”

“Couch.”

It breaks your heart how sad he sounds.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Yes.”

Slowly you make your way to the couch, carefully not to bump into any furniture. Finally, you feel the couch armrest, but when your hand reaches over the seating surface, the couch is empty.

“Andrey, where-?“

“Floor.”

Andrey wasn’t sitting on the couch but on the floor, leaning his back against it.

You sit down next to him and slide your arms around his upper body. He immediately leans into your hug and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

Nobody says a word. You just feel Andrey's breath against your skin.

You run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head: “We…we were worried when you suddenly disappeared.”, you don’t know if that’s the right moment to talk about his disappearing because you would have to talk about the reason for it and you know he doesn’t want to talk about his loss.

Andrey takes a deep breath, it’s hard to understand him: “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not really.”, suddenly he lets go of you and leans back against the couch, staring in the dark, “And I mean…nothing happened. I mean…I played a good tournament, didn’t I?”

You mirror his sitting position while you left hand searches for his left: “Yes, you played a good tournament.”

He takes your hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze: “I could be proud of myself, couldn’t I?”

“Yes, you could be proud of you.”, you take your clasped hands in your lap.

“Why am I not proud of myself then?”

You smile sadly: “Because you are too hard on yourself.”, your thumb gently strokes the back of his hand, “Because you always focus on the few little things that went wrong instead of concentrating on the big, positive picture.”, you snuggle closer to him and lean your head on his shoulder, “Because you are an overthinker.”

He leans his head against yours and closes his eyes: “My god, I hate it.”

You instinctively know that he actually meant to say 'myself' instead of ‘it’.

It breaks your heart to hear him talking like that.

“No, you don’t. It’s just very difficult sometimes.”, you press a quick kiss on the back of his hand and turn your head, although it’s dark in the room you can see his eyes now, “But all of that makes you the unique person you are.”, you raise one hand and place your hand on his left cheek, “Makes you the person I love with all my heart.”

“And yes, you can be proud of yourself! You played a really impressive tournament with very good tennis-”, you feel Andrey twitch beside you and know he wants to say something, but you continue talking, “and yes, you lost the quarterfinal but that’s okay!”

He shakes his head and sits up, you lose all contact except for the interlocked hands: “I’m not good enough! I lost this quarterfinal and the quarter final in Wimbledon…I didn’t even reach the quarterfinal during the French Open…and the quarterfinal of the Austrian Open, and-”

You interrupt him quickly: “Andrey! Andrey, look at me”, you wait until your boyfriend stops muttering and looks at you, “It’s okay! You played a really good tournament! And you played a really good season! You won your first ATP 1000-tournament this season and your level is very solid this season. You ARE good enough. You are better than just ‘good enough’.”

Andrey takes a deep breath, before he shakes his head and - at first, you think you misheard - but then he chuckled: “You’re making it quite hard to be sad for a long time, you know that?”, he pulls you closer to him.

It feels so so good to hear him laugh a little, to know that got a bit happier again. “Good.”, you smile.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Always.”

You close the distance between you and kiss him softly.

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[game-set-canet]

heyyy, i was just hit with the concept of trying different hairstyles on andrey, since his hair is pretty long, like braiding and little ponytails and stuff and was hoping you could write a little something around that <3

mirror, mirror on the wall

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: i had like 5 different ideas for this imagine and i hope you like the end version of it 💕 it was great fun to write it! 🤗 also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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It was early in the morning, and you were standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, suppressing a big yawn and next to you your boyfriend is brushing his teeth.

“Wha’ ar’ u thin’in’ ‘bou’?”, it was hard to understand Andrey’s question because of the toothbrush he had in his mouth.

“What?”, you frown and look at him confused.

Andrey pulls a face and spits out the rest of the toothpaste: “I asked: What are you thinking about? You were staring at your reflection for almost two minutes now.”

You tilt your head from one side to another while you play with your hair-ends: “I'm thinking about how I'm going to do my hair today.”

Your boyfriend raises a brow: “Is this such a difficult question?”

“Yes, it is.”, you narrow your eyes and turn back to look at yourself in the mirror, “Do I leave my hair down? Do I wear a ponytail? Do I braid the hair? Do I pin them up with a hair clip? Do I put my hair up in a simple half updo?”

“I…I didn’t realise there are so many different possibilities to wear one’s hair…”, Andrey bites his lip and buries his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“That’s because your hair was too short to do anything with it.”

“Was too short?”, he runs his right hand through his hair, tugging on it as he looks at himself through the mirror.

“Yeah, it got quite long, don’t you think?”

“Mhm…”, Andrey doesn’t really answer, instead he still stares at his hair.

You feel a bit out of the practice of braiding, and you have to concentrate to get your hair in shape. After some minutes you notice Andrey is watching you with fascination out of the corner of your eye.

As you finished your braiding, Andrey steps closer to you and gently strokes your braided hair: “You look really lovely.”

“Thank you!”, you smile happily and lean against him. Andrey wraps his arms around you and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

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Throughout the day, Andrey gently strokes your hair again and again - carefully so as not to destroy the braid but definitely fascinated by it. It's a simple gesture, but you have butterflies in your stomach. Andrey is a very loving boyfriend who pays attention to every little thing and really always makes you feel special.

You two were lying on the couch in the evening, both of you scrolling through messages on your phones when Andrey broke the silence: “Remember this morning? When you said my hair is getting quite long?”

You look up from the message of your dad and look at him: “Yes, why?”

It takes Andrey some moments to continue speaking: “Do you…mhm…”, his fingers are playing with the corner of his phone case.

You chuckle of his cryptic half-question and put away your mobile phone: “’Do I’ what?”

Andrey doesn’t answer but his eyes wander from your face up to your braided hair and you understand what he means.

“Do you want to know if your hair long enough for me to braid it?”

Your boyfriend shrugs with a shy smile on the face.

“We can try it, if you want.”

Andrey slowly nods: “I think I’d like that.”

“I love the idea!”, you beam at him and jump up of the couch, “I’ll get the comb, hairbrush and the hair ties!”

When you come back from the bathroom, Andrey took off his sweater, leaving him in t-shirt and sweatpants and standing in the middle of the living room: “Where do you want me?”

The first thought that pops into your head is a lewd, X-rated response, but you finally decide on the adult answer and nod over to the coach: “Sit on the floor please...you're too tall for me to work well otherwise.” Andrey immediately follows your instructions and sits down on the fluffy carpet in front of the couch, while you sit on the couch so you can bend over him.

“Do you want to watch a movie or turn on some music? I think it will take me a while to get used to braiding with short hair and I can’t remember when I last braid someone else’s hair.”

“Music is good!”, your boyfriend fumbles for his phone and opens Spotify, starting one of your shared playlists.

You slowly and carefully start brushing his hair, his hair feels soft and silky between your fingers. You love to play with Andrey's hair - especially when you're lying on the couch or in bed watching a movie together.

And you know Andrey loves it too. Before important matches, you often lie in bed together in the evening on the day before, Andrey's head rests on your chest or stomach and you stroke his hair to relax and calm him.

Andrey has his eyes closed and enjoys the feeling of your soft fingers in his hair.

But right before you start with braiding, he suddenly turns around: “Sorry, just one moment!”, he stands up and disappears into the bedroom.

You look after him curiously and can't suppress a stunned sound when you see him come back with the medium-sized wall mirror in his hand. “What do we need it for?” you want to know with a grin.

“I want to watch you braid my hair.”

“Why?"

Andrey grins crookedly, but doesn't say anything, but sits back down on the floor in front of you, placing the mirror so he can see you through the reflection.

It takes you a while to get used to brain with his hair but after some minutes it gets easier. You decide to do his hair in three Dutch braids – or at least you try it.

“I could watch you for hours.”, Andrey’s voice is quiet, almost a whisper. He has a soft smile on his face.

You can’t help but blush: “Yeah, maybe that’s necessary because I don’t know if I’m able to do the hairstyle I wanted.”

Your eyes meet through the reflection of the mirror.

Several minutes later you are finished and quite satisfied with the result.

“What do you say?”

Andrey tilts his head from one side to another, leaning forward to try and catch a look at every angle: “Well, what do you say?”

“Honestly?”, you slide down on the floor next to him while you run your fingers over the braids, “I think you look really hot.”

Your eyes wander back and forth between the braids and his eyes, while your arms wrap around his neck.

“Really?”

“Yes, you look really hot.” “Thank god we tried out this hairstyle!”, Andrey pulls you closer at him and kisses you passionately.

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

Jealous! Andrey who sees his gf laughing and getting along with famously outgoing players on tour like tommy, grigor, ben shelton etc and thinks he’s too shy for her etc or something along the lines of that

an: i changed it up a bit, i hope you like it!

cw: make out, curse word

Being in a relationship with a person who’s also a tennis player has advantages as well as some downsides. Sure, you traveled, practiced and prepared together but the atmosphere of a competition was noticeable. You two weren’t competing against each other but the feeling of your significant other talking to a person you have to beat in a tennis match isn’t the best.

This tournament you were assigned doubles with Ben. You have spoken a few times before but nothing more. As Andrey didn’t play doubles that time, you had to get a different partner. Nonetheless, you were still happy with the result, Andrey not so much. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, he just didn’t trust Ben. You were in the middle of a practice when you got the news. "Honey, guess what? I'm playing doubles with Ben! Isn't that amazing?" Andrey's fingers clenched around his racket, a sudden surge of jealousy flooding his mind. He forced a smile, but inside, a storm brewed. “That’s great. I'm sure you two will make a fantastic team”. He felt a hit of insecurity. Ben was everything he wasn't - outgoing, confident, and effortlessly charming. Andrey, on the other hand, often struggled with his shyness and self-doubt, especially in social situations. And you knew it. You were always the person to ease his mind, to help him overcome his anxieties. He had completely opened up to you, shared all his worries and emotions. 

Soon you continued the practice. It was time for Andrey to do a few serves. As he hit the ball a ‘bwoah” escaped his mouth. Struggling you returned, slightly losing your balance. “That was a bit too fast, don’t you think?” you said with an alarming voice “You nearly took my head off”. Andrey’s brows furrowed as he mumbled a quiet “Sorry” under his nose. But as he lined up for his next serve, his frustration bubbled to the surface once more. With a grunt of effort, Andrey unleashed another powerful serve, this time aiming it directly at your feet. You leaped out of the way just in time. "Andrey, what are you doing?" you exclaimed, your eyes wide with concern as you retrieved the ball once more. "You're being way too aggressive!". You rarely called him by his name. His temper flared at your words, his frustration boiling over into anger. "I'm just trying to get it right!” he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "If you can't handle it, maybe you should go somewhere else!". Your eyes widened in shock. He was never harsh towards you. “Andrey, I’m trying to help, you know? But if you are going to behave like that for no reason then yeah, maybe I will go somewhere else. I’m not your fucking employee, get somebody else to get your frustrations on”. You said as you gathered your things. You looked at him once before exiting the court, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you. 

He sat at the bench alone for some time. He felt his thoughts eating his brain. Doubt clouded his mind, what if Ben's charm wins you over? What if you realized you preferred someone like him - someone more extroverted, social and fun? With a weary sigh, Andrey gathered his things and made his way back to the hotel you were staying at. When he arrived, he found you sitting on the balcony, your eyes as if made of glass. You looked up as he approached, yet there was no emotion was visible on your face. “I’m sorry” he said with regret “I didn’t mean it”. You studied his face for a moment before speaking up “I know, I forgive you. But we have talked about it. You shouldn’t bottle your emotions. Remember, you can always talk to me. And if you don’t want to talk to me you can talk to someone else, we are happy to help you. I’m not angry, I’m just a bit disappointed. But it’s alright.”

As days went by and you started training with Ben more you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with Andrey. You tried to spend some extra time with him, even more than usual during the tournaments, but as you two focused on your own matches it was hard. One evening, as Andrey sat alone in the players' lounge, Ben approached him with a friendly smile. "Hey, Andrey! How's it going?" Andrey forced a polite smile, though his discomfort was evident. "Hey, Ben. Just... trying to stay focused on my matches." Ben nodded understandingly, sensing Andrey's unease. "I get it, man. Tournaments can be stressful. But hey, don't worry about y/n and me. We're just having fun out there." Andrey's jaw tightened at Ben's words, his jealousy flaring once more. He didn’t know if he was going to punch him first or vomit. "Yeah, well, some of us have more fun than others," he muttered under his breath, unable to hide the bitterness in his tone. Ben's brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, Andrey excused himself, trying to find you. 

Although you didn’t complain, you were surprised at how touchy he was once he found you. Yes, he usually was quite cuddly and clingy, in a good way of course, but he definitely wasn’t a big “makeouts” guy. Once you two were alone in a hotel room he kissed you. His kisses were hard, needy - almost desperate. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet lips. His hands rested on your waist as you gave in. You played with his long hair, you loved it that way. Before you could even register, his lips moved from your lips to your jaw, stopping at your favorite spot. You thought your legs were going to give up as he took care of your neck. He quickly switched from soft kisses to intentionally sucking on your skin. The intensity and sensuality of pleasure mixed with pain created a wonderful experience. It didn’t last long as he detached himself from you, leaving you with a confused look on your face. "Did... did you just bite me?" you saw the way his face was becoming red and he avoided your gaze “Now you're quiet, great”. 

Later that evening as you were applying your skincare you noticed the way your neck looked. “You must be kidding me..” you whispered as your fingertips ghosted over the bruises. “Andrey! You bastard! Come here!” The echo from the bathroom made your voice two times louder. You looked at him in the mirror as he made his way to you, looking like a lost puppy. “Are you going to explain yourself?”.

Your own makeup didn’t help a lot so the purple marks were still evident. Ben made fun of you because of it during practice, but when he saw he hit a sensitive spot he stopped. Before playing a match, your friend helped you cover it up. Nonetheless, it still left a mark on your ego, you wanted to be seen as a tennis player and not just as a lover of Andrey. He has apologized numerous times for his boyish behavior, you weren’t mad at him but the whole situation was getting more and more frustrating. 

Despite your best efforts and great chemistry with Ben you two lost just before the final. Your shoulders slumped as you walked off the court, disappointment visible across your face. Andrey couldn’t help but cringe when your teammate tightly hugged you. He felt like it should have been him in that spot, cheering you up immediately after a loss.

Later that evening, back at the hotel, you and Andrey found yourself alone in your room, the weight of the day's events hanging heavily between you, no words spoken. Andrey couldn't bear the tension any longer, his heart heavy as a result of his earlier behavior. With a deep breath, he looked at you, his voice hesitant but sincere, his face tired. “Look at me, please”. Your eyes met his glossy ones. His posture was slumped as he was sitting at the edge of the bed. “I want to apologize for my behavior. I acted like a stupid teenager. I was jealous of you and Ben, I was insecure. It wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry and I promise I will be better to you. I feel awful with what I did to you”. You walked up to him and stood between his legs. He immediately wrapped his hands around your thighs, and rested his head on your lower belly. Your fingers played with his hair, giving his head a gentle massage as you spoke. “I’m sorry too, I should have noticed and I should have asked how you are feeling.” “No, no. It’s my fault. I was disrespectful. I have to work on my insecurities”. 

May 16, 2024

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

Andrey fic where he gives reader a mini tennis lesson pls

an: thank you for requesting!!! i hope you like it

cw: russian pet names (im pretty sure they are correct as i learned a bit of russian few years ago, but let me know if they are wrong)

You and Andrey sat side by side on a bench by the tennis court where he just finished his practice. Your fingers intertwined, you watched as the last few players finished up their games, leaving the court empty for you.

“I have always wanted to play tennis properly.” you said, not putting much thought to it. Andrey smiled with mischief. “Well, lucky for you, you have your very own personal trainer tight here.” You laughed “You think you are going to teach me?” you tilted your head. “Why not?” Andrey replied “You will be like a pro in no time”. 

Few days later, just before the sunset, excitement bubbled up inside you as your boyfriend led you onto the court, his hand on your lower back. "Are you ready for a little tennis lesson?" he asked, his voice warm with affection. “I don’t think I will ever be ready.” Andrey chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love. "I'm here to help you". 

With that, Andrey began to guide you through the basics of tennis, his movements graceful as he demonstrated each technique with precision. "Okay, first things first," Andrey began, stepping up beside you. "Let's work on your grip."

He gently adjusted your grip on the racket, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but admire the fluidity of his movements, as he demonstrated the proper stance and swing. You loved to watch him. Visible work of each and every muscle in his body deserved your admiration. "Got it?" Andrey asked, snapping you out of your trance. You nodded eagerly, determined to soak up every word of his instruction. With gentle guidance, he led you through the fundamental techniques of tennis. You started with simple drills, Andrey leading you every step of the way. With each swing of the racket, you felt yourself improving, yet it still wasn’t perfect. 

“You’re too stiff” Andrey couldn't help but notice a tension in your movements. “I’m sorry” you said, avoiding any eye contact. “Is everything okay, milaya?” he bent to get a better look at your face that was turned towards the orange clay. "I'm afraid of making mistakes, of letting you down. I guess I don't want you to get angry or frustrated with me. Sorry." it was a common thing for him to lose control a bit if something doesn't go right. Although he never poured his negative emotions on you, you still were a bit hesitant. His heart sank at the thought of you being scared of him. With a gentle touch of his shaky hand he lifted your chin. "Listen to me. I could never be angry with you, especially not when we're out having fun together. I'm here to teach you, to support you. We all make mistakes. And I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll never do anything to you. I swear to God”. He looked deeply into your eyes. Once he saw the worries escape your mind he grabbed and squeezed your hand “Now let’s play and have fun. Trust me”. 

As you moved on to more advanced techniques, Andrey's patience never wavered. He praised your progress and offered gentle corrections, his encouragement fueling your determination. “You're doing amazing, Malyshka” or “Rybka! Great serve” definitely made you feel more confident.

Before you knew it, the sky turned dark and it started getting more chilly, signaling the end of your lesson. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had flown by. "I knew you could do it." he whispered, his voice filled with pride as you gathered your things. He gave you his hoodie so you weren’t cold on your way back. “Thank you Andrey, for teaching me” you said as you two left the court, holding hands and both smiling from ear to ear. "No problem, just let me know when you're ready for your next lesson".

May 12, 2024

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over your bedroom. The room was filled with stillness, broken only by the soft rustle of sheets as Andrey tossed and turned in bed. Sleep was unattainable, slipping through his grasp like sand through fingers.

For Andrey, the silence of the night often amplified the noise of thoughts that raced through his mind. Tonight was no exception. His thoughts were a whirlwind of tennis strategies, upcoming tournaments, and the pressures of competition. No matter how physically exhausted he was, his mind refused to quiet down, leaving him restless and frustrated.

Beside him, you stirred, sensing his distress even in the darkness. With a soft sigh, you reached out and gently rubbed his back that was turned to you. “Andrey," you whispered softly, painting on his body with your finger. "You need to rest. Tomorrow is another day." You had made him try many things in the past: drinking tea, white noise, and airing the room, but nothing worked. Once, he fell asleep while you were reading him a book, snuggled up to you like a koala, but in later attempts, he couldn't manage to fall asleep. 

Andrey turned to face you, his barely visible eyes sparkled as moonlight hit his tears that reflected the exhaustion that he felt. "I know," he murmured, his voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't seem to shut off my brain."

Your gaze softened with understanding as you reached out to brush a stray, blonde lock of hair from his forehead. "I understand, love," you said, voice filled with empathy. "But you need to take care of yourself. You can't do your best if you're running on no sleep." Andrey sighed, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to go away under your gentle touch. "I just... I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I have come so far. I want to be the best," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You already are," you reassured him, your words infused with love which made his heart swell. "But even the best need rest. No matter what, I will always love you, remember? Come here".

Fueled by affection and empathy, you enveloped Andrey in a soothing hug. In your hold,  he sensed the burden of his worries gradually melting away. He felt safe and loved. Together, you laid in the stillness of the night, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breathing as sleep finally claimed you both. And as Andrey drifted off into dreams, he knew that no matter what challenges life might bring, he would always have his partner by his side, guiding and loving him. 

May 3 2024

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

Hi can I request a cuddling with Andrey? Maybe his flight was delayed so he's getting home super late and the reader tried to stay up and wait for him but she fell asleep so he just gets into bed beside her and holds her? Many thanks 🫶🏻 - ✨

an: thank you for the request! i started writing this one in the middle of the night so i definitely empathised with the characters : )

cw: curse word

Andrey had finished another tournament but work and media stuff had kept him away from you for a few days more. He was tired and started getting annoyed by everything. As he headed to the airport for his flight home, he couldn’t wait to sink into his own bed and feel the comfort of your shared home.

Not everything went according to his plan. Delays cursed his journey, dragging out what should have been a not so long trip into an extremely exhausting one. As soon as he got to know he won’t be at home on time he called you. “Hey, listen, I don’t know when I’m going to be home. They are saying there’s something fucked up with the plane, I don’t know. I just want to get home as soon as I can.” He sat in the corner of the airport lounge, his phone firmly pressed against his cheek. Although it wasn't very visible from under the hood of his warm hoodie, his hair was messy. “It’s alright, don’t worry. I will wait for you.” you said, slightly disappointed but still happy to see him anyway. “No, go to sleep, don’t wait. You probably had a long day. How was it, tell me". Hours passed as Andrey alternated between sitting and walking around the almost empty airport, you two talking until his plane was finally ready to board. His soft almost whisper on the other side of the phone certainly wasn’t helping you stay up. 

Back at your apartment, you waited eagerly for his return. The clock ticked away the minutes, each one stretching into eternity as anticipation mixed with fatigue. Despite your best efforts to stay awake, the weariness of the day eventually caught up with you, and you found yourself unwillingly drifting off to sleep.

Finally, in the middle of the night, Andrey arrived home. He quietly let himself in, not wanting to disturb your slumber. He figured out you were asleep because you didn’t read any texts that he has sent you as soon as he landed. As he entered the bedroom, he saw you lying there, peacefully asleep, bathed in the soft glow of light coming from the corridor. 

A warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he approached the bed and noticed your phone next to your hand. He gently took it and put it to charge, smiling even more when the screen lit up and displayed your wallpaper - a photo of the two of you on one of your first dates. He remembered how stressed he felt about getting in a relationship but as he looked at it back he found it unnecessary as you were one of the most precious things that happened to him. He quietly made his way to the bathroom and made himself ready for bed. Gently, he slipped under the covers beside you, careful not to wake you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, feeling your heartbeat on his chest. You lightly stirred and slowly blinked a few times, not opening your eyes fully. “I’m sorry, I wanted to stay up.” you mumbled into his chest. “It’s alright, don’t worry, love” he said, secretly finding you a bit funny in this half-asleep state. He stroked your back until you entered a deep sleep once again. 

In that moment, he felt completely relaxed and content - all the worries and irritations of the day melted away as he was in your shared apartment, layed in your shared bed next to you. He drifted off to sleep not long after you, finally getting some well deserved rest.

May 11, 2024

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