#matteo berrettini x you

[game-set-canet]

i love your imagines! can i get one where berrettini's gf is a tennis player and her mom is very nagging and is stressing her out and he's there for her

Tower of strength

Pairing: Matteo Berrettini x f!reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: (bit of a) toxic relationship with a family member

Author’s Note: sorry it took me so long to write it but now i'm really satisfied with the result - i hope you like it as well😊 also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name * Y/M/N = your mother's name

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

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You love your mum.

You really love her but at the same time she is one of the main reasons why you can’t sleep properly before an important match.

Because before every match she talks hours and hours about how important it is for you to win the match. She was a tennis teacher when she was younger and before she was pregnant with your older brother. She was your very first tennis coach – back when you were 5 years old. And although you have professional coach now, she doesn't stop interfering with your training schedule, your practice sessions and your match tactics.

During the last practise before the start of the Australian Open (your current tournament), there even was a very heated argument between your mother and your coach Albert. When you then took sides with your coach, your mother was quite offended.

You can really say that the overall situation in your team is tense.

You sigh and lean against one of the many chairs in the lobby of your hotel. You’re currently waiting for your boyfriend who came up with the idea of a little sightseeing tour on your day off. Although you are really sad about Matteo’s situation, his injury gave you two the time to spend even more time together. He helped you with your preparation for the AO and didn’t leave your side since you and your team came to Australia.  

“Y/N! What are you doing here?”, suddenly your mother is standing next to you and looks at you indignantly.

You blink in surprise: “Uhm…I’m waiting for Matteo?”

Your mother shakes her head: “Why aren’t you on the tennis court?! You’re supposed to practice till 11 a.m.!”, she sounds quite angry.

“Yeah, uhm…”, you shallow and bite your lip, “but Albert had the idea to end the practise session early and booked the court for tonight at 6 p.m. again, so we can practice at evening’s conditions. He-“

You don't get a chance to explain Albert's decision, your mother immediately interrupts you energetically: “He can’t just end practice early! What is he thinking?!”

The other people in the lobby start to look at you, but quickly turn away as your mother angrily glares at them.

“Mum! He is my coach!”, you try to explain in a low voice, “He knows what best for me and-“

“Pha! He doesn’t know what’s best for you! I’m your mother and I know what’s best for you!”, now she is really angry, her expression is cold, “You’ll lose your match tomorrow if you don't practise!”

“But I did practise one and a half hours and tonight another hour and-”

“Do you really care so little about your match tomorrow and the whole tournament?”

You take a deep breath and try to give your voice a conciliatory tone: “Mum, please! I did practise! And I’ll practise again in the evening! But now I’ll spend some time with Matteo in the city and-”

She laughs hysterically and throws her hand in the air: “You can’t go into the city! You have to play tomorrow!”

You know that there isn’t much missing until your mother really starts shouting at you in this hotel lobby, but you can't just give in, you were so looking forward to the sightseeing tour with Matteo.

“Yes, but no earlier than 5 p.m.! Mum, I can’t just sit in the hotel the whole time…”

Your mother rolls her eyes, suddenly sounding really disappointed: “You should spend your time with preparing your tactics for the match against Rogers! And it wouldn’t hurt to already think about your round 2 match, it’s either Mertens or Davis and-”

“No, I'm definitely not going to deal with that today! Step by step! First I have to win against Shelby and then-“

“Stop talking back to me! If you don't do it right, you will lose, just like at the US Open - you'll see!”

You just can’t take it anymore – her words are hurting you. She won’t let you forget your (quite embarrassing) first round loss during last year’s US Open. She keeps remembering you of this match again and again. And it really hurts you. Because it feels like she’s making fun of you.

You can’t stop the next words coming out of your mouth: “STOP SAYING I WILL LOSE MY MATCH!”

You were way too loud. You know that almost everyone is looking at you now. But you couldn’t care less, you are focused on your jerky breathing and the blinking away of the tears in your eyes.

Your mother looks at you with a – in your eyes - mocking smile and repeats clear and loud: “But you WILL lose because apparently you don’t care for anything and-”

Suddenly a third person steps next to you and without looking up you know who it is.

“Ok, I think that’s enough!”, Matteo’s voice sounds friendly, even though there is a certainty in it, “Y/M/N, Sarah is waiting for you upstairs to discuss the dates for the photo shoot with Adidas.”, you feel Matteo's hand reaching for yours and squeezing it gently, “Y/N and I will do some sightseeing in the city and be back in three hours. After that, Y/N and I will go over tactics for tomorrow's match and then the evening practise session and a physio session.”, he politely smiles at your mother, “I think that's a good plan for a day off in the first week of a slam, don’t you think?”

Your mother hesitates a few seconds but nods her head slowly: “Maybe. But I’ll attend the practise session as well…not that Albert decides to cancel the training again.”, she is still angry but she’s trying to cover it.

You snort and hiss at her: “Albert didn’t cancel the training! He-“, a hard squeeze of your hand makes you fall silent, and you give Matteo an uncomprehending sideways glance.

But your boyfriend doesn’t pay attention to you, instead he nods – still with a smile: “Yes, of course, that’s a great idea that you will be there as well – I’ll text you the court number in the afternoon!”

“Good…”, suddenly your mother looks soothed and content again, “I’ll go and talk with Sarah.”

“Goodbye, Y/M/N. See you later!”, he even waves at your mother as she walks to the elevator at the other side of the lobby.

You both wait until you’re sure that she is out of earshot.

Then you turn to him with a jerk and grumble in annoyance: “Why the hell did you say that?! I don’t want her to attend my practise! She won’t stop talking about how bad my stops are at the moment…”, you sigh at your last words and lean against his left shoulder.

You don’t feel angry anymore. Just tired. Tired of dealing with your mother who stresses you out like no opponent and no final ever did.

Matteo puts an arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss on your hair: “I’ll be there as well. I make sure she won’t be too tiring and annoying.”

“And how do you want to achieve that?”, your voice sounds muffled as you have buried your face in his chest by now.

“I don’t know.”, you can feel him shrug, “Maybe I asked her what I did wrong in my career so far. That should keep her busy for at least an hour.”

“You’re an idiot!”, you jerk your head up and playfully smack him on the chest, “I love you!”

“And I love you too.”, he brushes through your hair with his right hand, tames some strands of hair that have come loose from your hairdo, “I love you so so so much that I even voluntarily deal with your mother.”, he smiles down to you and tilts his head, “Who can be really nice…I’m sure she can be. I mean…if you only spend an hour a week with her, she's nice, I'm sure.”

Now you can’t help yourself but start laughing at his words.

“Ohhh, she is laughing again!”, he exclaims excited and cups your cheeks with his hands, “My darling is laughing again!”

Your laughing turns into a smile and you pull him down to you to kiss him softly.

“Thank you for helping me deal with her…I know she can be very…”, you furrow your brows while searching for the right words.

Matteo throws in a few examples: "Stressful? Annoying? Scary?"

“I was going to say “special” but I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m.”, he grins at you, loosens the embrace and reaches for your hand, “Now let’s get going, I said we will be back in three hours!”

Yes, your mother can be very stressful but at the same time you have the very best boyfriend in the world.

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tagging: @bluetackbaby @lxndonorris @fedalev

[giveafike]

I love Game, Set, Match! If you ever continue it, since the last time y/n was struggling with her game and Ben helped her out, maybe this time we can have Ben struggling and y/n helping him out

Combining this with another prompt for part 3 of game, set match - another anon said: I dont need u to make game, set, match a whole fan fic, but i would love to see a part 3 with them as mixed doubles partners in like the us open or something!! part 2 was amazing, so exited to see your next work regardless of the plot<3

(here if you haven't read part 2 + here for part 1)

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TLDR: Tennisplayer!fem reader x Ben Shelton couple meeting up after some time for an Opens Tournament after spending time away. They're set to play mixed doubles, Ben's got issues, we're cosplaying bob the builder the way we can fix this!

Word count + info: 6.3k! A bit shorter than the other two, but I promise it's more intimate! Dialogue (lots of flirting and teasing). Mentions of Matteo Berrettini & Ajla Tomljanović.

Character Inspo: Wbk by now: cheeky n playful MC - yk just... fun! I didn't write any specifications, but in my head I was envisioning Tyla so! But put whoever you want to cast ;). She's fallen hard in love here tho

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, this is sooo cute. There is a lot of suggestive content here 😭 but nothing NSFW, teasing, playful relationship, lwky submissive Ben, hope I make u guys giggle!

Azzie Notes ✚: HI!! Last post for a bit (I'm still writing other things! Just taking a bit longer than expected - do send more reqs tho, I'm running low!) I LOVEEE writing Game, Set, Match - I'm so proud of this baby!

Do send in blurb reqs, I can push em out quicker than these longer stories. In saying that, I do have a couple in the works rn who knows? Maybe we'll have a new baby project on our hands.

Also, for anon asks + messages that aren't directly fanfics, follow #azzie asks for stuff bc I feel bad hoarding up space on the main tags for just anon convos. Should I do more of that? Do we want me to talk? Send qs and stuff if you do, otherwise I'll carry on w the usual fanfics and AUs.

I'd love to write a fanfic (SFW or NSFW) w a name and character description, like I could do SOOO much more, someone pls req, so I can storyboard and draft up stuff!!!

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Game, Set, Match (Part 3) - B.T.S

It had been weeks since you’d seen Ben.

With the WTA and ATP tours in full swing, your schedules pulled you in opposite directions, placing you both in different cities and on different courts. Your phones had been lifelines, but they only gave you fleeting sporadic late-night texts, quick phone calls, and longing video chats to keep you in contact.

But now, the separation was over, and the moment you stepped off the plane, a familiar rush of excitement bubbled up inside you, your heart raced, already knowing Ben was somewhere waiting for you.

You pushed through the terminal tunnel-visioned and suddenly, you saw him. Even in a crowded airport, Ben stood out. Tall, with his unmistakable athletic build, the brim of his hat tilted low, his lips were bitten as he scanned the crowd, his eyes locked on you the second he saw you. The world around you blurred, and Ben made his way toward you with long, determined strides.

Before you could even fully register the relief washing over you, his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His familiar scent filled your senses, instantly grounding you. Your arms were thrown over his neck, your face tucked into his neck as you held him tight, wondering how you had managed to last this long without his comforting touch.

“I missed you so damn much, Y/N,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. One hand ran through your hair, the other smoothing your back.

You sighed into him, your hands rubbing his back, curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pressed yourself closer. “I missed you so much more”.

Ben didn’t waste any time. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both soft and intense like he was making up for every missed kiss over the last few weeks. His hand slid up your sides, slipping under your hoodie to rest against your bare skin. His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and you shivered slightly from how badly you had missed the feel of him.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been without you,” he breathed against your lips, his thumb stroking along the small of your back as he kissed the corner of your mouth and then down the line of your jaw.

You smiled, but your voice came out softer than you intended, already melting against him. “I think I have an idea. I was struggling too.” Your eyes fluttered open and shut with each kiss he planted, your gaze roaming over his face, boring into the kindness in his sweet eyes. You reached up to peck his cheek in slow, lasting kisses.

Ben pulled back chuckling, just enough to look at you, his thumb coming up to brush over your cheek as he drank you in, like he needed to commit every detail of your face to memory. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now. I need you close, with me, all the time,” he whispered, his eyes big and soft with affection. “Not for a second.”

His intensity sent a wave of warmth through your chest, but you still managed a smirk, raising an eyebrow. He looked like a little kid, never wanting to let you go. “Not even for a second, huh? Okay, big guy.”

Ben grinned, his hand slipping back under your hoodie, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pulled you in for another kiss, one that promised more than just a reunion.

“We still need to get to the hotel,” you laughed breathlessly, playfully hitting his chest.

“Hotel’s first,” he said with a mischievous grin, dipping his head to brush his lips over your ear. “But after that…” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. His hands crept higher under your hoodie, grazing the edge of your sports bra. “I’ve got some plans for us once you settle in.”

You laughed, squealing, swatting at him playfully. “Benjamin Shelton! Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I don’t think I can,” he murmured with a smirk, his lips barely brushing yours as he leaned in. “Not when you’re finally here.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed him away, heat rising in your cheeks. As you wheeled your bag toward the exit, Ben caught up, a boyish, gummy smile tugging at his lips as he stole the handle from your hands. His arm slipped around your waist, resting a little lower on your hip, a teasing glint in his eyes that promised he wasn’t quite done yet.

In the taxi, Ben’s clingy neediness only seemed to intensify, and you felt it in the way his hands couldn’t stay still. He pulled you closer, nearly into his lap, making it nearly impossible to sit normally in the seat.

His hands traced delicate patterns on your back, on your sides. His lips hovered near your ear, occasionally brushing against your cheek or neck, you could feel the smirk tugging at his lips, sending tiny shivers down your spine. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a quiet declaration, he missed you, he needed you.

“You seriously have no idea how much I’ve missed you, like, really bad. Like, losing my mind, bad,” Ben whispered, his voice thick with a mix of affection and urgency. His thumb brushed along your ribcage, slow and deliberate, like he was memorising the feel of you all over again.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his chest against your back. “Ben, darling, I’m getting an idea, with how handsy you’re being,” you teased, giggling as you glanced up at him. “You’re being so clingy, baby.”

Ben chuckled, not the least bit embarrassed. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “I haven’t had you in my arms for weeks. I’ve been dying just to touch you for weeks. My beautiful, gorgeous girl, the woman that I love so much…now all mine in my hands again…”

His voice trailed off while he planted kisses as your breath hitched slightly at his praise, offering him a soft hum as his hands continued their slow exploration, fingertips skimming beneath the hem of your hoodie, teasing the edge of your waistband, roaming back up to toy with your sports bra. “Weeks, huh? You're acting like it’s been years.”

“Might as well have been,” he muttered against your neck, brushing your hair to one side gently, nipping playfully at your skin. “I don’t think I’ve gone this long without touching you since we started dating. I’ve been so desperate to just touch you.”

You giggled softly, your head tilting to the side to give him better access, your fingers resting against his arm. “Maybe I book more WTA tours away if this is the welcome I get.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and he pulled you even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Don’t even joke about that.” His lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot and deliberate. “You have no idea what you do to me when you’re gone, baby. I’m not letting you go far from me for a long time.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, ownership laced in his words. You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers running along the edge of his jaw. You could feel Ben slowly start to get more desperate, his playful feathering kisses turning into something more permanent, sucking and biting softly as if to leave small, subtle marks on your skin.

“Oof, someone's possessive. Guess I’m stuck having to deal with you being all over me then,” you teased, though your voice came out softer, more breathless.

Ben grinned, his eyes deep with affection as he kissed you again, plunging this time, one hand slipping further up your back, underneath your hoodie. “You’re not exactly pushing me away, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” you murmured, your fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re too tempting.”

The taxi jolted slightly as it hit a bump, and you let out a quiet giggle breaking out of your bubble and swatting at his chest lightly, clearing your throat as you sat up. “Ben, the driver’s right there.”

Ben glanced over at the driver, who was politely staring ahead, before shrugging. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You let out a laugh, pushing lightly at his chest again. “Behave,” you said, though there was no real force behind the command. You were enjoying the attention far too much.

Ben hummed softly, his lips still brushing against your skin, hands roaming even more dangerously as he cupped your breasts under your hoodie. “Can’t help it. You’re here, and I’ve been deprived for too long.”

The playful banter continued all the way to the hotel, his hands wandering and gripping and his lips stealing kisses at every opportunity. By the time you arrived, the air between you was thick with the tension of weeks spent apart, and you could barely wait to get to your room. Ben grabbed your suitcase with one hand, the other arm firmly around your waist, guiding you through the hotel lobby with an almost single-minded focus.

As soon as you were in the elevator, the doors barely closed before Ben had you pressed against the wall, his lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your waist as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you. Your hands pressed against the wall to soften the sudden push, before snaking up to the nape of his neck.

“Ben,” you breathed between kisses, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “We’re almost there, hold on, babe..!”

“I know,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding lower. “But I can’t wait, baby.”

By the time you reached the room, you were both breathless, your bodies pressed tightly together as you stumbled inside. Ben closed the door behind you, immediately pulling you into his arms again, his hands slipping beneath your hoodie, lifting it slightly as his lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and needy.

You smiled against his lips, finally breaking the kiss to pull back just enough to catch your breath. “You’re insatiable..!” you teased, gasping, though your own hands were wandering, tracing the familiar lines of his strong chest and shoulders.

Ben grinned, his hands slipping down to your hips, pulling you closer. “Only when it comes to my girl.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re sweet.”

His lips brushed against yours again, but this time the kiss was gentler, more tender. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he pulled you even closer. “I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart swelled at the words, and you kissed him softly, letting the moment linger. “I love you too, Ben.”

For a few moments, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world falling away. It was about the quiet comfort of being together again, of knowing that even after weeks apart, nothing between you had changed.

Finally, Ben broke the silence, his voice soft but playful. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smiled. “I was actually going to ask you that. You’ve been here longer than me, did you manage to set up a practice match?”

He smirked, his hands slipping down to your waist again. “I did. We’re playing against Matteo and Ajla.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you raised an eyebrow. “As in Berrettini? Matteo Berrenttini? That’s quite the practice match.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and you could see the playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah? You sound a little too excited about that.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile as you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Well, have you seen him?”

Ben’s eyes squinted, his hands slipping lower as he pulled you flush against him. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, resting your hands on his chest, teasing him. “I’m just saying... he’s a little distracting.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe I should give you something to distract you from him.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I think my boyfriend is distraction enough,” you murmured, your lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. “But if you want to make sure I’m focused...”

Ben smirked playfully, his lips capturing yours again, and you let out a soft laugh as he lifted you off the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he lifted your legs around his waist. “I think I can manage that.”

As you pulled back, breathless and grinning, you whispered softly, “You know I’m teasing. I love you, Ben. Everything feels right with you.”

Ben’s expression softened, his hands gently stroking your sides. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “More than you know. Feels like home with you in my arms.”

You planted a few soft kisses on his face before leaning into his ear, murmuring, "I still think you owe me a distraction though, Ben."

He chuckled, kissing your cheek. "That'll you get, darlin’ " he mumbled against you, bringing you to the bedroom. That night passed by in a blur of moments of pure, genuine love and care, making up for lost time and emotion.

The next morning, the air was cool and crisp, and the sun bright as you arrived at the court. It was a perfect day for tennis the autumn breeze a welcome break from the summer heat you had both endured on the tour. You could hear the hum of early risers in the distance, but out here, it felt like the world had shrunk to just you, Ben, Matteo, and Ajla.

The warm-up with Matteo Berrettini and Ajla Tomljanović had started off with an easy-going energy, but as the sets progressed, the friendly competition turned more intense. You and Ben moved together fluidly on the court, your bodies instinctively syncing as you read each other's movements, making quick glances, wordless nods, and smooth exchanges.

There were moments of effortless coordination with Ben's power serves and your swift returns combined to win quick points. It was no surprise to anyone watching how well you complemented each other, not just as a couple but as doubles players too. But despite your solid partnership, you noticed a subtle flaw in Ben’s play, something that had escaped both his attention and the growing tension in the practice game.

Between points, you caught the way Ben’s jaw clenched when a shot didn’t go as planned, or when a well-placed return from Matteo caught him off-guard, making him shake his head. It wasn’t that he lacked the skill, Ben was as powerful and talented as they came, but there was a rush in his movement, a drive to end points too quick and fast, a desire to out-muscle rather than out-think his opponent. He was pushing too hard, chasing shots aggressively when he didn’t need to, leaving himself out of position for the next exchange.

“Ben,” you called softly during a break between serves, approaching him with a playful smile, but your eyes scanned him thoughtfully.

He tilted his head, his sweaty curls brushing his forehead, and he flashed that bright grin that always made your heart skip a beat. “Yes, babe?”

You glanced over at Matteo and Ajla who were catching their breath on the other side of the court, then back at Ben. “You’re doing great,” you said, giving him a playful nudge, “but you’re leaving yourself open. You’re trying to end the point too fast, darling.”

His smile faltered slightly, the competitive edge still buzzing in his eyes, but there was a flicker of realisation too. “What do you mean?”

You took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, letting your fingers gently trace down his forearm as if to soothe his tension and take the edge off of your suggestions. “You don’t have to go for the big finish every time,” you said softly, your voice tinged with affection. “Trust me to set you up.”

Ben blinked at you, clearly processing what you were saying. His eyes roamed over your face, then down to the feeling of your hand on his bicep, his expression softening as he began to understand. “You think I’m overdoing it?”

You smiled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, studying his eyes before you answered. “Hmm, a little teensy bit, yeah. Just play it a bit smarter. You know I’ve always got your back.” Your hand slipped down to pat his chest lightly, fingers lingering on his heart.

Ben let out a slow breath, his pride unshaken but his focus shifting. “Got it,” he muttered, a crooked smile spreading across his face. “Leave the setup to you, huh? My girl’s handling business?”

“Exactly,” you teased, giving him a quick wink. “I know what I’m setting up for my man.”

That last part clearly struck something in Ben, the pride swelling in his chest as you called him your man. His grin widened, a gleam in his eyes now, not from the competition but from the quiet confidence you had in him.

“Damn right, I am,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear. “Guess I’ll have to show you what your man can really do once I’m in.”

You gave him a soft swat on the arm, giggling. “Save it for the court, Benny. Or maybe later, when we’re off it.”

Ben chuckled but pulled you into a quick, possessive kiss, his lips lingering longer than they probably should have, given that you were still mid-match.

“Later then,” he whispered against your mouth, his hands lingering at your hips before he pulled away with a playful gleam in his eye.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Matteo called from across the court, his thick Italian accent laced with amusement. “You two ready, or should we leave you alone?”

Ajla laughed, shaking her head. “Pretty sure we all know how this match ends if they keep that up.”

You shot a playful glare at them, then turned to Ben with a smirk. “Think they’re jealous?”

Ben gave a quick shrug, flashing that cocky grin that drove you wild. “Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look at my beautiful girl.” He winked at you before jogging back into position, and your heart warmed at the ease and pride in his voice when he said it, his girl.

As the next point started, the flow between you and Ben seemed smoother. You both moved like two parts of a well-oiled machine, he focused on power and strategy, and you on finesse and setting him up for those big finishing shots. You watched him settle, taking more time with his positioning, trusting you to create the opportunities for him. And when that perfect moment came, his power unleashed with precision, and you saw the change in his eyes, a new level of control starting to blossom.

Ajla returned a lob shot, and Ben waited, patient, as you volleyed it back, setting him up. The moment the ball left her racket, Ben struck, sending it down the line in a clean, blistering shot that left both Matteo and Ajla flat-footed.

“Vamos!” Ben shouted, his voice full of triumph, his fist clenched, as the ball bounced out of reach. He turned to you with wide, triumphant eyes, rushing over to scoop you up in his arms before you could even blink.

“That’s my man,” you laughed as he spun you around, both of you laughing and riding the high of the win.

Ben pressed a quick kiss to your lips, still holding you in his arms. “Told you we’d make a good team.”

You could hear Matteo clapping slowly in mock defeat behind you, and Ajla was laughing, shaking her head in amusement. “Alright, alright, we’ll give it to you guys this time.”

You beamed at Ben, his arms still tightly around you, your face inches from his. “Always knew you had it in you.”

Ben grinned, his forehead pressing against yours as his voice dropped low. “Only ‘cause I’ve got you by my side.”

You and Ben had barely finished celebrating your win when Matteo and Ajla sauntered over, shaking their heads in defeat but still smiling.

“That was impressive,” Matteo admitted, clapping Ben on the back.

“Though, if you two keep up with the lovefest on the court, you might distract yourselves one of these days.”

Ben smirked, his hand casually resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Nah, we’re just that good. Plus, she keeps me in check.” He winked down at you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cheeky confidence.

Ajla gave you a knowing smile. “You guys are impossible. But alright, a deal’s a deal. Lunch on us."

You grinned, side-hugging her over the net. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the four of you walked off the court, lighthearted banter filling the air, your mind was still on the way Ben had adjusted his play. He’d listened to you, adapted, and it had paid off. There was no denying the satisfaction that came with seeing him execute your advice perfectly. But you also knew that some things would need a little more fine-tuning and practice, and for that, a private session was definitely in order.

Later on, after lunch with Matteo and Ajla, you found yourself back in the hotel room as the sun set, both of you a little tired but still buzzing with energy from the match and the good company. Ben was sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, while you sat on the edge, absently bouncing a tennis ball against the wall in a rhythmic thud.

“Hey,” you said after a moment, glancing over at him. “How about we hit the courts again? Just the two of us. I think we could use some more time out there.”

Ben lifted his head, one eyebrow raised, a teasing twinkle already forming on his lips. “Oh? Didn’t get enough today?”

You smiled, looking back at him. “You’re getting better, Ben, but there are a few things we should work on. You were doing great out there with Matteo and Ajla, but I think we could sharpen up your positioning a little more.”

Ben set his phone down, sitting up now, fully intrigued. “Oh? You’re offering to coach me?”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Yeah. I know you want to be the best, and I can help you with that.”

His eyes brightened with interest, and he was up in an instant, hauling himself up off the bed with a grin. “Alright, coach. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The tennis court was empty when the two of you arrived, the evening air cool and crisp under the soft glow and hum of the stadium lights. Ben took his spot across from you, bouncing lightly on his feet, his signature cocky grin in place as he spun his racket in his hand.

You and Ben had the ball bouncing back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. You enjoyed these quiet moments together, where it was less about winning and more about the two of you syncing up, even if it meant some fine-tuning in his technique.

“Alright, coach,” Ben said with a grin, settling into a more relaxed stance. His playful tone was the same as ever, but there was something softer in his gaze tonight, he was taking you seriously, eager to work, eager to show off for you. “How are we doing this? What’s the game plan to make me even better?”

You leaned back on your heels, arms crossed as you eyed him. “Footwork first. You keep rushing when you don’t need to. Relax into it, be patient, trust yourself and you’ll find your rhythm.”

Ben nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he mimicked your movements. His focus was intense, but this time it was different from how he worked with his dad. Ben had always been a little impatient with Bryan, more concerned with power and quick sets.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was all yours, giving you his full attention, which stirred something more than pride inside of you. As you demonstrated, he followed suit, his footwork and his motion becoming more controlled with each drill. Every time your hand grazed his arm or adjusted his posture, Ben listened obediently, applying your feedback without his usual back-and-forth banter. That focus on your words, the sincere look in his eyes as he perked up to listen, sent sparks through you.

“Better,” you said after a solid rally, a proud smile creeping onto your face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Ben wiped his brow, a hint of pride in his expression. “Guess you’re a pretty good coach, huh?”

You grinned, shaking your head as you walked past him. “I’ve always been good at keeping you in line.”

The game continued, the ball bouncing between you both, the steady rhythm soothing and familiar. You pushed Ben to focus on positioning, drilling him on staying grounded before committing to a shot.

And then, after another smooth exchange where he hit every cue perfectly, the words slipped out without warning.

“There you go! Good boy.”

It hung in the air for a second, and you froze with a shocked expression on your face, realising what you’d just said. Your cheeks burned up instantly as you glanced at Ben. He had paused too, his face lighting up mischievously with a look that told you he was absolutely not going to let this go.

“Good boy?” he repeated, his voice low and teasing. “Is that how we’re doin’ things now?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing your racket at him trying to remain serious, already feeling your face grow warmer. “Benny, don’t start.”

But Ben wasn’t backing down. He sauntered toward you, his grin spreading wider as he closed the distance between you. “Oh, I’m definitely starting. Honestly? I think I like it when you call me that.”

Your heart quickened as he moved closer, his presence as effortless and warm as it was overwhelming. Ben had always been cheeky, but this? This was something else, and the worst part was you liked it. You liked how easily he fell into his role, how willingly he listened, and how obedient he was when it was you guiding him.

“Ben,” you warned, trying to play it cool even though the heat rising in you was impossible to ignore. “We’re still practising.”

“Oh, I know,” he smiled, his voice dropping an octave, making your pulse race. “But you have to admit, I’ve been followin’ your instructions pretty well. Don’t you think?”

Your breath hitched slightly as he moved even closer, his body nearly pressing against yours, the net being your safe haven keeping your space, his eyes glinting with that familiar, playful intensity. “Maybe I should keep bein’ a good boy, hmm?”

It was that line, delivered with a perfectly raised brow, that sent a surge of heat right through you. You hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out, a reaction to how well he was following your guidance, but now you couldn’t take it back. And now Ben was fully leaning into the moment, clearly enjoying how flustered he was making you.

You tried to recover, taking a small step back to regain some distance.

“You’re… getting there,” you cleared your throat, attempting to steer things back to tennis, though the words came out shakier than you intended.

Ben wasn’t having it, though. “Getting there? Come on, coach, I thought I was doing great.” He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your waist, pulling you back just a little closer. You couldn’t help but suck in a breath, your body betraying the calm front you were trying to keep.

“Am I being good now?” he asked, his voice low, filled with amusement but also something heavier, something deeper. His teasing had shifted slightly, still playful but now layered with affection, and it made your head spin.

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your composure. “Ben, you-”

“I’m listening,” he cut in smoothly, his lips dangerously close to your ear now, his voice lilting in his drawled-out voice, oozing off his tongue like molasses. “Just like you wanted. Don’t I deserve a lil more praise, hm?”

Your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t help the rush of heat, the buzzing feeling that flooded through you. He was teasing, sure, but he was also right. He had been listening, and the way he responded to your guidance, so open, so eager to improve for you, was doing things to your heart you hadn’t anticipated.

“Okay,” you said quietly, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. “You’re doing real good, Ben.”

Ben smirked, pulling back just enough to catch your eye, and the way he looked at you, both playful and sincere, made you feel completely undone. He raised an eyebrow as he caught your eyes with his, holding your gaze, expecting a bit more.

“You're a good boy,” you added softly, almost as if you were under a spell.

His grin widened, and in that moment, it was clear that you had lost this round. Ben had flipped the dynamic entirely, and though you were supposed to be the one in charge, he was now calling the shots, and it was thrilling.

And in the comfortable quiet of the evening court, with the world fading around you, Ben leaned in and kissed you softly. It wasn’t rushed or heated, just a simple connection, an acknowledgement of the easy rhythm you’d both fallen into.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with that same teasing glint.

"Thought you were in charge here, darlin'," he mumbled softly, his twang teasing as he stepped closer, his dark brown eyes gleaming in the dim light of the court. There was something about the way he said it, that lazy confidence mixed with an undercurrent of playfulness, that sent heat straight through you.

You bit your lip, fighting back the urge to give him a sharp retort. But the way he was looking at you, all calm and patient like he had all the time in the world to enjoy how flustered you were, made your pulse quicken, made you squirm under him. The man knew exactly what he was doing.

And then, without another word, Ben leaned in and placed his hand to rest gently at the back of your neck, his fingers slipping through your hair, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch as you both stared into each other's eyes.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, his lips just barely curving up into a cheeky smile. “Still wanna keep goin', or you ready to call it?”

Your breath hitched, but you managed to keep your cool, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. “You’re getting cocky, Benny."

His grin widened, and his voice dropped, nice and smooth. "Can't help it when you’re lookin’ at me like that."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. “Fine, we’ll call it. But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you next time.”

"Guess I'll have to look forward to that, then," he said, his voice lingering just enough to make you smile.

As you both gathered your things and left the court, the night air cool against your heated skin, there was a sense of ease between you. He reached over, lacing his fingers with yours as you walked, and even though the teasing had subsided, the intimacy of the moment lingered.

A few days later, the stakes were higher, the atmosphere much more intense. You and Ben had practised with Ajla and Matteo in the lead-up to this match, but the reality of the Open, the weight of it, the pressure, was different.

As you stood side by side with Ben, gazing out at the packed stadium, the noise of the crowd buzzing in your ears, you could feel the energy crackling around you. This wasn’t just any match, this was what you’d been working toward.

The first set was fast-paced and intense, Matteo’s brutal serves and Ajla’s precision giving you little room to breathe. You and Ben barely kept up though while moving in sync, feeding off each other’s energy as you fought to stay in control.

When the set finally ended, narrowly in your favour, you both collapsed onto the bench, your breaths coming hard and fast. Ben leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring out at the court with that familiar, intense focus with a gel pack in his mouth you’d seen so many times before.

His brown eyes were dark, locked onto the lines of the court like he was reading every inch of it. He wasn’t the playful, adoring Ben right now. This was the side of him you admired most, the one who studied the game like it was an art form, completely absorbed in every detail, every strategy.

The sharp angles of his face were even more pronounced as he heaved, sweat glistening along his jawline as his gaze stayed locked forward. It was that quiet intensity, the way he seemed to block out everything but the game, that made him so magnetic out here. He was in his element, and it was captivating.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, still catching your breath as you watched him. He didn’t speak at first, keeping that unwavering focus on the court, his breathing steadying. You knew better than to interrupt when he got like this when that competitive side of him came out, Ben was locked in.

But after a moment, you leaned over, your shoulder brushing his, and gave him a soft nudge. “Hey.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and just like that, the tension melted a little. He smiled, soft and small, and you could see a flicker of the playful Ben you knew so well underneath all that intensity.

“You’re playing smart, Ben. Matteo’s a powerhouse, but you’ve been nailing those returns. Keep pushing him wide, make him work for it.”

He exhaled, nodding as your words sank in. "Yeah, you’re right." His voice low and a bit raspy from the heat of the match.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand brush against yours on the bench. “We’ve got this, okay? Just stay in the rhythm. I’m right here with you.”

He turned to look at you fully, and there it was, that gaze, the one that made your heart race every time. Dark brown eyes locked on yours, filled with trust and something deeper. “I know," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment. "Ain’t no one else I’d rather be out here with.”

Before you could respond, the whistle blew, signalling the start of the second set. Ben stood first, turning to offer you his hand, and you took it without hesitation. There was a strength in his grip that steadied you, and as you walked back onto the court together, you felt that connection between you grow stronger.

The second set was even tougher and rallies longer, each point feeling like a battle. Matteo’s serves were punishing, and Ajla was relentless, but you and Ben had found your groove. He followed your lead, trusting your instincts, and every return, every volley, felt sharper than before.

And when Ben sent a sharp forehand just past Matteo’s reach to seal the match, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

You spun around, immediately finding Ben, and before you could say a word, he was there, lifting you off your feet in a tight hug, spinning you once before setting you down gently. His eyes, still sparkling with that competitive edge, softened as he looked at you, pride radiating from every inch of him.

“You did it!” you squealed, breathless from both the match and the rush of it all.

“We did it, babe” he replied, his accent thicker now, the exhaustion and adrenaline mixing in his voice. His sweet eyes held yours for a beat longer before he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

The crowd’s cheers only seemed to fade as you kissed him back, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It wasn’t about the victory, not really. It was about everything that had led up to this. The trust, the hard work, the way you two moved together.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was teasing. “Guess that means you’re the gonna be coaching me after all this, huh?”

You laughed, your heart swelling with affection as you pushed at his chest lightly. “Don’t hold onto that just yet, Benny.”

He grinned, that familiar playful glint back in his eyes as he laced his fingers with yours. “Too late for that.”

As you both walked off the court, hand in hand, the crowd still roaring around you, you knew that whatever came next, whether it was another match or another late-night training session, you’d face it together. And that was the real win.

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Feel like pure shit just want Matteo Berrettini back x

He flopped horrifically to 97742 year old Andy Murray in R1 of the Australian Open and has not been seen since. Pls come back Matteo I miss you

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can you do dating headcanons for tennis players (thiem, medvedev, berrettini)

Dating Headcanons

M A S T E R L I S T

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Dominic Thiem

for Domi, it is important that you spend time together regularly, even though the training and tournament schedule is very stressful. you try to surprise each other with romantic date ideas, like picnics in the nature, bonfires, watching sunsets together, etc.

you travelling with him to all of his tournaments.

after being together for 6 months you decided to adopt a dog. although you are away a lot, but your mother takes care of the dog

you had no idea of tennis before you met him, he showed you how to play it and explained all the rules to you; now you sometimes play with him (it’s a nice little warm up for him)

he LOVES cuddling with you on the couch together with your dog. he would wrap his arms around you, your head lying on his chest, and he would run his fingers through your hair

you rarely fight. like almost never. but WHEN you fight, you REALLY fight. Shouting, screaming, door slamming – it only happened once in your relationship so far

for your first anniversary you surprised him with learning German – or rather some German. You have your difficulties with the language, but you are determined to learn it

family time is very important for Domi. You are SO SO nervous to meet his family for the first time and Domi is trying really hard to calm you down. In the end it turns out that’s completely unnecessary. his younger brother Moritz and you get along really well – you regularly go to the cinema together because you have the same taste in films. (“Again? You always go to the cinema together! I’ll go with you!” – “No, your taste in films is awful and we don’t want to listen to you complaining the whole evening!” – “That’s mean!” – “Yeah, but Moritz is right: your taste in films IS shit, my love!”)

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Daniil Medvedev

he loves to surprise you with lots of sweet presents. like flowers, bracelet, necklaces, and he love to buy you books! You have a very specific taste in book genres and Daniil knows exactly which books to buy and you love every single one of them!

before every match you attend live he apologizes in advance for the potential swearing he will do on court… if he yells at his box and you sit in his box, he apologizes countless times afterwards

FOREHEADKISSES (trust me)!

teasing, a lot of teasing and (a lot of) playful arguments

you’re watching F1 and football with him and sometimes you even play video games with him. You’re awful in it but it makes him happy, so you’re kinda enjoying it

he teaches you how to play chess

you think his intelligence is very sexy

you don’t have any pet names for each other

you love to listen to him speaking French - even if you have no idea what he is talking about

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Matteo Berrettini

his brother introduced you to Matteo and it was love on the first sight

you love wearing his shirts and sweaters and he LOVES seeing you in it

partner tattoos

you have nicknames for each other…not all of them are romantic – some are just weird but still in a loving way

sharing sunglasses, caps and jewellery

you love to go shopping together! you could spend hours and hours picking out clothes for each other

he buys you flowers whenever he comes home after a tournament whenever you couldn't travel with him

dancing – you are both terrible in it, but you love dancing in the living room together

Matteo gives incredible massages

lots of (terrible) singing in the car together and you are the driver (always.)

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can i have an imagine where berrettini's girlfriend has an injury and shes out for th eseason and shes really depressed?

A little bit of sunshine

Pairing: Matteo Berrettini x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

author’s note: Sorry it took me so so long, lovely anon! but i hope you like it 💗 also: English isn’t my mother tongue, so I apologize for any mistakes.

*Y/N = your name

M A S T E R L I S T

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You feel someone sit down next to you on the edge of the bed and feel Matteo's fingertips stroking through your hair: “Baby, time to get up!”

His voice is soft and caring and although you can’t see his face, you know he is smiling at you.

But you don’t really care.

You press your face into the pillow and keep your eyes closed: “No.”

You don’t know the exact time, but it must be around seven in the morning.

Matteo bends over you, you feel his breath on your cheek: “Baby, please, you have to get up!”

“I don’t want to!” your voice clearly shows your frustration and anger.

All you want is to be alone. You want to lie in bed all day and don’t talk with anyone. Not even Matteo. But you know he won’t back down.

“You have to!”, your boyfriend sighs softly, you have this argument every day.

Every morning you have this discussion. Sometimes you end up getting really angry, sometimes you end up crying, sometimes it turns into a serious fight.

But Matteo keeps trying. Every day.

“Why?!”, You jerk your head up and glare at him angrily, “There is no reason for me to get up!”

Matteo sits back up and looks at you – he seems a little annoyed – but his voice is calm as he says: “Y/N, you have a physiotherapy session today!”, he reaches out his hand to grab yours. Before his fingers touch your left hand, you pull it away and break the eye contact.

“I won’t go.”

Every day you have the same discussion.

“Why not?”

You almost hiss at him: “Because it’s pointless!”, your hands dig into the bedspread “I don’t want to sit there doing stupid exercises with a stupid exercise ball!”

“But you need to do it…it will help your leg to get better again…” carefully he strokes your bandaged left leg and gives your thigh a light squeeze - just above your injured knee “You need to do these exercises!”

“You sound like Éric!” you snort at the mention of your physiotherapist - a friend of your physio – and mimic (very realistically through) the voice of your physiotherapist “Come on, Y/N! These exercises will help you! Come on, Y/N! It will get better! Soon you will be back on the tennis court!”

You’re so annoyed by him. He is a nice guy, but he always so positive and optimistic and he smiles all the time. And you can’t stand all the positivity at the moment. Your world is in ruins, as is your knee.

Matteo bites his lower lip, he looks like he doesn't quite know what to say. It takes a while before he starts talking again: “But he is right…you need to-”

You get angrier with every word and suddenly you are almost screaming: “DON’T. YOU. DARE. AND. FINISH. THIS. SENTENCE! I can’t hear it anymore!” you sit up in bed and stare angrily at Matteo, “Everyone talks about it getting better, but it doesn't get better!”, you talk faster and faster, “The doctors said that there is almost NO progress! It’s been four weeks now and still no progress! So shut the fuck up with all the fucking ‘It will get better’!”

Your boyfriend tilts his head a little, on his lips is a tiny little smile: “You know I won’t. You know I’ll keep talking.”

You know he just wants to help you. He always tries to help you. And you love him for being this warm hearted person but right now his words make you even angrier.

You snap at him: “Don't you have a training session to go to? Unlike me, you don't have a torn cruciate ligament and meniscus.”, your voice is cold, “Go and have fun on the tennis court!” and you want to provoke him with it. You don’t know why you’re doing that, but you just feel so frustrated the whole time.

Every day is the same for you.

Matteo closes his eyes for a moment and sighs: “Y/N, don’t do that…”, he runs his right hand through his hair.

“What?”

“You’re trying to make me feel guilty for going to practice!”

“No, I don’t. I’m just saying that not everyone is lucky enough to be able to go and play tennis…”

Matteo tries to reach for your hand: “Y/N, honey, don’t…”

“DON’T CALL ME HONEY!”, your voice almost rolls over, and Matteo winces a little, “Do you know how frustrating it is to sit in the apartment all day and wait for you to come back? Because – surprise, surprise – an hour physiotherapy every day isn’t enough to keep you entertained!” in the end your voice gets shaky. You try to swallow the lump that has formed in your throat: “You know I’m not a person who likes to sit on the couch and watch silly series – not after four weeks of doing nothing else as watching NETFLIX and reading books! I have nothing to do the whole day. I can’t do anything I enjoy…I honestly hate my life right now.” you try to blink the tears in your eyes away.

But of course, Matteo noticed your tears, carefully he moves closer to you: “No, you don’t. You’re just angry at yourself or rather your body that doesn’t heal as fast as we hoped.”, slowly he puts his arms around you.

It takes a few seconds until you start to relax in his arms, and you lean against him: “Because I’m a nothing, Matteo…I’m…I’m a nothing without tennis. I can’t do anything except tennis…I…what happens if…if the cruciate ligament tear does not really heal? What if I can’t play tennis again? I’m…”, tears are streaming down your cheeks.

Matteo's hug becomes tighter and he leans his forehead against your temple: “Everything will be alright, Y/N.”, he is whispering now, “The muscles will heal. And they will heal the right way.”, his hand strokes slow circles over your back, “You will play tennis again. You will play amazing tennis again.”

You sob uncontrollably and wrap your arms around him as well: “How can you say that?”

“Because you are the strongest woman I know.” Matteo’s voice is full of love now, “And no matter what happens, you will make it. You can do anything.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you too. And no matter what happens, I’m here for you. We will do that together. I’m always by your side, okay?”

“Yes.”

“No, say it. I want you to say it.”

You smile a little, still sobbing a bit: “I will do it. No matter what happens, it will be okay. And you’re here for me.”

Matteo nods and presses a kiss on your forehead: “Always.”

“Thank you.”

You sit there in silence. Matteo keeps pressing little kisses on your hair and face. After some time, your boyfriend starts talking again, he turns his head to look you in the eye: “And you know what? I’ll join you in your therapy session today…I think some exercises with an exercise ball wouldn’t be bad for me either…”, he hesitates, “Okay?”

You can’t believe that you have the most amazing, caring, loving boyfriend in the world. The last few weeks since your injury were really hard. You were moody all the time and – and that’s something you really hate on yourself – you weren’t always fair and nice to Matteo. But he was there for you the whole time.

“Okay.”, you start smiling a little bit.

Matteo is also smiling now, his fingers stroke your cheek: “Good…but you have to get up for that…”

You couldn’t help but sigh as you push your legs out of bed and carefully place the injured foot on the floor.

Matteo puts an arm around your shoulder and kisses you on the right temple: “I’m proud of you, Y/N. So so proud.”

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Amazing to see your requests are open :) please may I have one with jealous Jannik! I don’t really have much context other than that… perhaps your relationship isn’t public so someone flirts with you at an event and he gets all puppy eyed sad? And you have to reassure him :(

I only see your face

Pairing: Jannik Sinner x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it took me really long to write this because it honestly breaks my heart to think that Jannik gets sad 🙈 the imagine didn't work out the way I had planned it but i hope you like it, lovely anon 💕

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The life of a tennis player is much more than playing matches and practicing every day. It also contains media work, photoshoots, sponsor events and doing things normal people don’t do. Like keeping your relationship a secret.

Jannik und you started dating three and a half months ago and you two are in a relationship for two months now. But your managers agreed that it would be strategically better to keep the relationship a secret: "We are currently looking for new sponsors, Y/N...it just works better if it looks like that you are concentrating completely and 100% on your career.”

Although you hate to admit it, your managers might be right: Apparently some people (and a lot of journalists) seem to think being in a relationship distracts you from playing tennis and no sponsor invests in distracted tennis players.

All these things mean that you had to go alone to the evening reception that the Italian sports federation organises for all tennis athletes. Usually you love events like this because they give you the opportunity to dress up and meet with all the other players off the tennis court.

You spend two hours getting ready for the evening: doing your make-up, dressing up in a wonderful dark green gown and a friend of you spend almost 30 minutes doing your hair.

You look amazing.

But you don’t feel like it.

Because you would prefer sweatpants, a messy hair bun and cuddling with Jannik on the ugly couch in your hotel room over this fancy evening event without Jannik.

Well, technically Jannik is here.

Looking really stunning in his dark blue suit. But since you are only allowed to look at him from distance and shouldn’t be near him, the evening will be anything but beautiful.

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

After the official welcome ceremony you find yourself in a conversation with Matteo Berrettini, discussing the upcoming French Open, when Lorenzo Musetti joins you.

Lorenzo nods at Matteo before he turns to you and smiles broadly at you: “Y/N, you look really breathtaking tonight! The colour of your dress really brings out your eyes!”

You blink in surprise and clear your throat: “Uhm, thank you, Lorenzo…”, you feel your face heat up, “That’s really - uhm - nice of you.”

You give Matteo a help-seeking look, but he only looks at the other player, puzzled.

Lorenzo doesn’t notice your embarrassment as he continues talking while he steps closer to you: “You caught my eye the moment you walked in the room!”

You try to recreate the distance between you and take a step back, but bump into the edge of the table behind you. You can’t think of a thing to say since you are too confused: Why is Lorenzo flirting with you?!

It’s Matteo who breaks the silence: “Alright, I have to go! I need to talk with Jannik about swapping practise courts tomorrow!”, he smiles at both of you, although he still looks very irritated.

You curse Matteo on the inside: Why is he leaving you here alone now?!

Lorenzo doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t even pay attention at Matteo and just continues smiling at you.

“And I wanted to congratulate you on winning the tournament last week!”, he runs his fingers through his hair with an elegant gesture, “You played some incredible tennis – I watched all of your matches.”

From the corner of your eye you see Matteo approaching Jannik, talking to him while laughing before nodding in your direction.

You see how Jannik's facial expressions slip away as he stares at Lorenzo and you. At first he looked very confused and a bit angry but the moment Lorenzo winks at you all you can see in Jannik's face is sadness.

“I can’t wait for Roland Garros to start! It’s gonna be one hell of a tournament.”, suddenly Lorenzo steps in front of you, “And I’m sure you will play fantastic! You always do and-“

Although you can’t see Jannik anymore, your heart still aches because of the hurt expression on his face. Without thinking twice you interrupt Musetti: “Lorenzo, this is very nice of you but please stop it.” You try to give your words a sharp but polite undertone.

Lorenzo freezes and looks at you in shock: “I…okay, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to-” He is all red in the face and smiles insecurely.

“No, it’s not that…I mean, let’s forget it, okay? I-“, over his shoulder, you see Jannik leaving Matteo and walking through the crowd to the bar, you turn away from Lorenzo, calling back over your shoulder: “I have to go, I’m sorry!”

You don’t wait for Lorenzo to answer. You rush over to the bar while trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, you don’t want to attract too much attention.

“Hi!”, you almost whisper as you join Jannik at the bar.

His head snaps up, clearly surprised about you approaching him: “Hey Y/N”, he smiles at you – although you can still see the sadness in his eyes.

You close the distance between the two of you and lean against the bar, your shoulders are almost touching. You are hesitating for a moment before you take a deep breath and look at him: “Are you…is everything okay?”

Jannik closes his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips together: “Yeah, sure, why not?”

He tries to sound completely calm and collected, but you can hear he is hurt.

You hate seeing him like this. You hate how he tries to cover his feelings.

“You know why.”, slowly you reach for his hand and hook your little finger with his.

For a second Jannik just stares at your intertwined fingers before he starts shaking his head: “There is- it’s…we shouldn’t talk. We agreed on pretending not to be…you know.”, he pulls his hand away, although you can see that he hates it.

“Jannik, Musetti was just-”

Jannik quickly interrupts you: “I…it’s ok.”, he avoids looking at you.

“No, it’s not!”, you try to lean closer to him, to tilt your head to finally catch his gaze, “I can see that it’s not.”

Only a few centimetres separate you from each other now. All you want is to hug him and tell him how sorry you are for this whole situation, that you couldn’t careless that Lorenzo Musetti was flirting with you and that he is the only one for you. Jannik seems to

Jannik seems to notice that you want to say something, because he steps aside and gives you a quick look: “Y/N, not here!”

You sigh deeply: “Ok…”

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

You leave the event only ten minutes after Jannik left. It took you only 20 minutes to head back to the hotel, take the elevator and finally knock on Jannik’s hotel room door.

Jannik immediately answers the door, still in his suit – he only untied the tie, which now hangs loosely around his neck.

You just looked at each other for a few seconds before you step into the room and hug him tightly. Your boyfriend pushes the door with one hand, which quietly falls into the lock before he wraps his arms around you.

For a few minutes you just stand there, holding each other close without saying a word. You buried your face in Jannik’s chest - even though you know you'll get make-up stains on his shirt – while Jannik’s cheek is pressed against your head.

“I hated this evening!”, Jannik is hugging you even tighter now, “You look so wonderful tonight, but I wasn’t able to spend time with you at the event and I hated it so much!”, he presses a quick kiss on your hair, “Everyone looked at you and admired you and…and Lorenzo…he-“

You lift your head to look him in the eyes: “He was flirting with me, yes, but…but he didn’t-”, you place your hand on his cheek and stroke it with you thumb.

“I know, it’s ridiculous that I act like this. I’m sorry, Y/N.”, he smiles sadly and takes a deep breath, “But he wanted to ask you out on a date…I know him well enough to be sure of that!”

“And I would have said no!”

“I know that but…I hate it that he thought about it.”, suddenly his cheeks turn red, and he clears his throat before he continues quietly, “I mean…I don’t want others to…to th-think about you.”

“But you're the only one I'm thinking about!”, you reply, your voice louder than before, “Even if all the players in the whole ATP ranking would ask me out on a date, I'd only say yes to you!”

Jannik winces at the thought of that but nods a little: “I know, I know…” But he still seems to be insecure about the whole situation.

So, you take his head between your hands and say: “Jannik, look at me!”, you wait until you look each other straight in the eyes, “I mean it! There is no reason for you to be jealous of anyone!”

“I know, I know…”

“I love you, Jannik.”

Slowly a smile comes over his face and he bend down to kiss you lovingly: “I love you too, Y/N.”

After some time you break the kiss and hug each other instead. There is one thing that - in your eyes – still needs to be said: “And it’s definitely not ridiculous that you feel this way!”, Jannik grins sheepishly at your words, “I know, I would become jealous as well if someone would be flirting with you…”

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Dominic Thiem

Stefanos Tsitsipas

Note: if the player you want isn’t on my list, you can still send me a request - i can’t promise to write a real imagine for sure, but maybe I will come up with something shorter than usual or so 

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wwoild u write for berrettini? like his girlfeiend wins a slam

One about crying

Pairing: Matteo Berrettini x f!reader

Summary: You win your first Grand Slam and Matteo is very proud of you.

category: fluff, happiness

warnings: none

Author’s Note: i hope you like it 😊 also: English isn't my first language, so I'm very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name * Y/L/N = your last name

MY  M A S T E R L I S T

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

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Matteo has never been so nervous in his entire life. Not during his very first match on the ATP, not during his first final and also not during the Wimbledon final. Never. But now he had the feeling that he would faint with nervousness at any moment. Right now, you were playing your first ever Grand Slam final. The stadium was full of cheering people watching a breath-taking tennis match. Iga Świątek vs. Y/N Y/L/N. Iga won the first set but you managed to win the second one and now you were fighting in a tight Tiebreak for the win.

“Dio mio!”, Matteo feels like he couldn’t breathe probably, “please Y/N…”

But your next return was too long and went out.

Match ball Świątek.

Matteo is shaking, clenching his hands into fists and restless sliding back and forth on the seat in the players' box. Without really realising it, Matteo's fingers wander to his right wrist to play with the fine leather bracelet you gave him for your second anniversary - you are wearing the same bracelet, Matteo can see it from where he is sitting.

This was torture. Pure hell.

Matteo wants to shout something: Tips, advice, words of encouragement, reassuring words. Anything to help you. But he couldn't make a sound.

You truly were on fire during these two weeks and watching you playing and winning made Matteo forget that he lost in the 3rd round against Alcaraz. He honestly didn’t care because it gave him the opportunity to watch your matches live.

All he wants is a win for you. You deserve to win the US Open. You deserve to win a Grand Slam. And you deserve to win it now.

Matteo played a lot of tennis matches and watched even more of them, but he doesn’t know how you managed to win the next two points.

Match ball Y/L/N.

Matteo holds his breath as you serve, his heart is pounding like mad, his head is spinning.

Iga's return lands in the net.

“Game, Set, Match Y/L/N!”

Matteo starts crying tears of happiness.

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

Your whole team starts cheering, clapping, shouting as you enter the tunnel. Everyone is crying: your mum, your dad, your physio, even your coach had a little tear running down his face. Then your eyes fall on Matteo. He beams at you, his handsome face shows traces of tears, but he looks so happy and proud that he is the first person you run towards and let him embrace you and spin you around.  

His arms are wrapped tightly around you; you can feel him trembling slightly. He whispers something, but you only understand him when he repeats it for the third time: "Ti amo...Ti amo così tanto...Ti amo..."

You didn’t cry. Not directly after the win, not at the award ceremony and not during your speech. But now, seeing all these emotions in the faces of your team members and hearing Matteo whispering in a broken voice, you start crying too.

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

After a long press conference and an extensive celebration with your team and your family, it is almost morning when Matteo and you arrive in your hotel room. Through the large windows of the hotel room you can already see the dawn.

Matteo’s carrying the trophy and places it on the nightstand. HIS nightstand.

“That’s my trophy”, you laugh while you kick off your shoes and throw yourself on the large bed.

“Well, technically it is but I would say I own at least 10% of it because I trained with you the last few days, I gave you an incredible massage yesterday evening and without me you’d have overslept today, so…”, your boyfriend grins at you – clearly joking – as he lies down next to you.

His face only centimetres aways from yours.

Matteo’s expression suddenly become more serious: “I’m very proud of you…”

“I know, I’ve figured it out because of the tears and the ‘ti amo’s and because you wouldn’t let me go once you started to hug me and-”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”, he shakes his head slowly, grabs your hand and intertwine your fingers, “I’m REALLY proud of you. Not only because you won your first Grand Slam today – I mean, I’m very proud because you won today – but I’m proud of you how you handled everything the last few days.”, he presses a kiss on the knuckles of your hand, “All the media, the interviews, the pressure…I…back at Wimbledon last year I was a wreck…I mean, without you I wouldn't have slept, I wouldn't have eaten...I probably would have just collapsed before the match”, he takes a deep breath, “But you…you were so calm, so collected…you didn’t get nervous when Iga had her match ball and I almost vomited right in the players box and…”, he stops, shrugs his shoulders and buries his face in your neck.

You feel tears come to your eyes again.

Wimbledon 2021 had been difficult. Matteo had been disappointed in himself and even if he had been able to suppress his disappointment with the victory of the Italian national football team, he had been dejected and disappointed in himself for a long time. It had broken your heart.

“Do you remember our talk in the locker room back then?”, you gently stroke through Matteo's hair and place a kiss on the hairline, “Where you apologised to me because you thought you had disappointed me after losing the final?”

Matteo answers nothing to this but makes an agreeing noise.

This reaction makes you smile a little, but you want to hear it from him: “What did I say to you?”

Your boyfriend exhales heavily: “That I didn’t disappoint you.”, his voice sounds muffled as his face is still buried in the crook of your neck, his breath tickles your skin, “That I could never let you down. That I gave everything on the court and could be proud of myself. That you were proud of me. That you love me.”

Matteo is almost lying on top of you (under other situations he would probably worry that he would be too heavy for you), you have your arms wrapped tightly around each other.

“And then?”

“Then I felt better.”, he slowly lifts his head to look you in the eyes.

“And do you remember what you said to me after I almost lost against Ons in the semi-final?”

“That no matter what - whether you win or lose - you are the best for me. That I love you. That I don't care if you win some stupid trophy or not”, he leans his forehead against yours, his nose brushes yours.

“See?”, you smile at him, “I mean, of course, I was nervous because of this final but having you by my side made everything easier. Because I knew…even if I had lost, we would be lying here now...you would hold me, kiss me, tell me you love me and that is all I need.”, you hesitate for a moment and you swallow, “Yes, I know you shouldn't say that as a professional athlete, but you are the most important thing to me...”, you raise a hand to stroke his cheek , “In that sense, I won my important treasure two years ago when I dared to ask you to train with me and when we had our first date because of that....”

“Oh stop this!”, Matteo blushes a little and breaks the eye contact, “I’m very emotional today and if you don’t stop saying such things I will start crying again!”

You laugh softly and wrap your arms around him even tighter: “Matteo?”

It takes a few seconds until he looks at you again: “Mh?”, his brown eyes full of love.

“Ti amo”

You melt into a soft kiss.