#Andrey rublev imagines

[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.

[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

[clayvedevs]

Tennis channel just makes them do stuff huh 💀

[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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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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tagging: @bluetackbaby @lxndonorris @fedalev

[schumi-nadal]

Andrey Rublev & Casper Ruud - Laver Cup

Besties content ✨

[tennisimagines]

Andrey Rublev headcanons

If he sees you cry, he's going to quietly walk up to you and hold you tight for as long as you need. He knows what it feels like when the world comes crushing down on you. "I will always be there for you. I love you."

He isn't big on texting people, but you're the exception. When you're apart, he always sends you Good Morning and Goodnight texts. Sometimes he may not have time to talk to you for long throughout the day, but still he will text you a random "I miss you " or "Thinking of you " with an attached picture he took because something had reminded him of you - your favourite type of flower he saw on his way to practice or a sunset after a match.

If you two had a fight, he will make sure never to go to sleep without saying "I love you ". If it was only up to him, he'd try to talk everything through the same night, but if you need space, he'll resolve the argument with you in the morning. Your quiet "I love you too Andrey" gives him hope that you're going to get through these tough moments together.

He'll never admit this to you, but when you're apart during one of his tournaments and he happens to lose, at night he will look at the moon to feel closer to you. Since he often can't sleep through the night anyway, he will sit down on the carpet and just appreciate the same cold glow of the moon that caresses your skin in another part of the world.

[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

[v5b5]

I'm working on some requests. I'm gonna start writing. So, leave your ideas, about any tennis player.

Thanks

[gerrydefault]

this cincy match was literally fire, we love to see that loved every single minute of it

plus haute living pictures are finally here, however,,,,,,,,,,,,

[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

[mousemannation]

do we think anyone ever called either jannik or andrey a ranga.. i don't know how known that is as a term for gingers outside of australia lol.. it comes from orang-utan..

[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

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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.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

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.”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

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!”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

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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PROFILE !

• birth name Anastasia Ricci

• profession Singer, Composer, actress

• birthday June 27 2000

• age 23

• sign cancer

• sexuality straight

• mbti personality esfj

• hometown Milan, Italy

• nationality Italian-American

• height 5"7 , 170cm

• languages Italian, Spanish, english

LIFE !

Anastasia daughter of an American mother and Italian father, born in Milan Italy when his father was working as a model in that city.

Her first steps in her career were in modeling as a child and she was sure she would follow her father's career, until she heard Queen for the first time, at which point she asked for her first guitar

When she was 15, Anastasia's family moved to the United States and there she formed her first band with five members; thanks to this group little by little they gained fame until they were able to sign with a record company, but due to various internal problems the band splits up after six years together.

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

Finished Felvidek and had a grand time!

Thought I'd do a lil list of things/moments/details I loved off the top of my head:

gave cursed coffee bean to a chicken and it mutated. Did it for science

game's got some twin peaks vibes, some monty python, a tad of hylics, along it a bunch of other ingredients, but it feels very much its own thing with its own identity

pear man and his daughters deserve the world, wish we hung out more

there's a fight with an invisible enemy, all your attacks miss because your guys can't see shit and I was laughing just imagining Pavol and Matej swinging their swords at nothing hoping to slay the forest fiend. Very Don Quixote, I love it.

the PS1 style cutscenes are sooooo beautiful I love them to pieces, they drip with style and charm. I knew I needed to give this game a go the moment I watched the trailer and was greeted by the cinematics. God I love them so much. And not just the syle but the directing itself, the way shots are framed, god...

I love the character portraits for everyone. There's so much detail and everyone feels unique/like an actual person with distinct features. From the Priest's very punchable face, to Pavol's grin to Josef's sexy ass... From main characters to NPCs to enemy sprites, I love everyone's design and colour coding (don't know if it was intentional but the purple for the cultists was neat, seemed to subtly imply early on that they were being funded by rich folk, since pruple is associated with nobility, power and wealth)

speaking of character design, shout-out to this lil guy, look at him please

Numnut the drunkard my beloved, I recruited him and less than a minute later he fell on flat ground into a nearby river (and drowns???). I reloaded a previous save to see if I could have him in my party a lil longer. I took a different path, got into a fight. "yay I get to see him in action!"- I thought. I used his one special move, called: 'good idea', and Numnut proceeds to punch his own face, dealing 90 damage (not even in the endgame did I deal such high numbers!). THE Character of all time, he drowned again after that and I'll never forget him.

BALLOON IN THE MIDDLE AGES! (possible Andrei Rublev reference? I can dream...)

just, the way things are worded:

cutting people's ears after killing them as spoils (and giving the ears to a maiden, as you do)

there's a quest where you have to cut a man's tattooed buttock to give to another guy, and it's all for nothing, you ruined a man's ass for nothing. I love it. The dialogue during this whole section had me dying.

I love that there's just this guy who lives in the castle's well. And our boy Pavol thinks it's a great idea to throw a bomb in there to make him come out.

this:

there's these lil inisghtful and mournfoul comments on the dead bodies you leave behind. Like, expressing regret at all the senseless violence and death or how cheap life is here. And I'm not sure if it's Pavol or Matej making them. It makes more sense for it to be Matej but I kinda like the idea of it being Pavol's comments, these small moments of introspection and realization in the midst of a drunken adventure. You've been engaging in all the violence while pissed drunk but then after you kill your opponents and look at their corpses... and it's like this sobering moment, before you're back at it with all the merry-making (I also like that a lot of these bodies don't disappear and just remain on screen, and you can see the carnage your guys leave behind in their quest)

the whole adventure felt to me like, this series of odd little events in a knight's life before it's passed down, told by and retold by different people, and after many generations it's been touched up and made more coherent and noble than the clusterfuck it actually was. Before it became a narrative I guess is what I mean

it can get a bit wordy and hard to follow but I really like the old timey way the dialogue is written and its dry sense of humour

there's these little subversions of gaming tropes that I found really fun too! Like as soon as Pavol's wife and your falling out with her is introduced you may expect a reconciliation between the two, or a moment where you have to save her and prove your worth and love to her to win her heart. As you would expect from a story with a knight and a damsel. But no she hates his guts lmao tries to murder him too! (tho I do think Pavol took her in that balloon ride at the end). There's also the fact that I am not allowed to play minigames! Josef wants to play tabletop games but your character always replies no. No minigames for you son! And like, this feels especially catered to me as someone who, more often than not, will dread whenever a game will introduce some sort of card game or the like. I was so happy that wasn't forced on me for once! Couldn't believe it. Kinda felt bad for Josef tho, I'm sorry Pavol doesn't wanna play Pexeso wth you.

the battle animations! I'm particularly fond of the eating porridge one, or the chugging down a bucket of sour cream, and the petard

the little *slaps face* animation

Pavol and Matej as a duo and the whole tavern scene with the two exchanging clothes

the lil moments of humanity where Pavol talks about his broken life and sense of self

the rare moments when Pavol stops grinning

it goes without saying but the art is absolutely gorgeous. Its nostalgic monochrome melancholy speaks to me on a deep spiritual level. Inject it directly into my bone marrow please. Shout-out also to the ost, it fucks and has tons of bangers. The Hrad track, the one that plays on Josef's castle... god... love at first listen, and have been listening nonstop for the last few days now while going on walks.

[kelloggsenthusiast]

Tennis

Stefanos Tsitsipas

Through the lens of a camera the other side of the net

Nick Kyrgios (lol.)

Daniil Medvedev

Carlos Alca-rizz

Permanent fixture

Te odio mas

Andrey Rublev

Could you break a heart, if I asked you? how do i say this?

Alexander Zverev

Talk 2 me

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I just watched the Rublev x Medvedev ATP video and they’re soooo cute 🥰

Daniil saying that he wishes for Andrey to be happier warmed my heart; on the other hand, Andrey babe please you have to believe you can be happy, please. Idk if he was just embarrassed or what, but he seemed so uncomfortable about that question, as if he couldn’t imagine anything making him really happy.