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trickst3rs · 2 months ago

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the dress — carlos alcaraz x f!reader

"cause the dress looks nice on you still, and it always will."

summary: carlos runs into his ex and reminisces about a certain dress!! based on the dress by dijon (absolute banger)

wc: 1.1k words

this took me a while to write but i hope its okay!! writing is hard man i restarted this five different times!

Carlos’ eyes had been on you from the moment you had walked into the room. He was surprised to see you, and in London of all places after all this time.

It had been a year since he had last seen you. Too long, in his opinion. However, Carlos respected your distance. He understood that you needed to prioritise yourself however he couldn’t keep his selfish thoughts at bay. He wanted you to be with him– always.

He watched as you mingled across the room as if you were ensuring you would never be caught alone, as if you knew that he was here too. That’s what Carlos told himself anyway.

You had changed a lot since he had last seen you. You looked older, more mature. Your hair was longer— darker too. You were more tan. He knew you liked to spend time in Capri at this time of the year and it showed. You were sun kissed as if you had spent all summer on the beach, reminding him of the small bikinis you would tease him with.

And that dress.

Your dress was enough to send him into cardiac arrest, with its red lace hugging your body in a way that made his mouth go dry. Its floral pattern was familiar and Carlos remembered it too well.

☼｡˚❀ * ꕤ

You had first brought it out in Rome.

You used to take forever to get ready. Carlos always used to tease you about it but he never minded. Not really.

Carlos was lying on the hotel room bed, scrolling on his phone when your voice echoed from the bathroom.

“Carlos, can you zip my dress up, please?”.

Carlos looked up from his phone, his eyes landing where you stood in the doorway, back turned, holding your hair up with one hand.

His phone dropped beside him, instantly forgotten. “Of course.”

His fingers brushed the cool metal of the zipper, savouring the moment as he slowly drew the fabric together inch by inch.

You glanced over your shoulder, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “Thank you.”

“Perfecta,” he murmured lowly.

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Carlos watched as you made your way out to the balcony, glass of champagne in hand. He was unsure if he should talk to you.

You hadn’t ended on the best terms. Too many missed calls. Too much time following him around the globe rather than discovering what you wanted for yourself.

Yet, his feet moved towards you before he could realise.

The air was thick with your familiar perfume, leaving Carlos feeling nostalgic as he stood beside you.

“Wasn’t sure when you’d come and say hi.” you said without looking over at him, your gaze remaining on the London skyline.

Carlos was silent for a beat, choosing to listen to the sound of the breeze. “I didn’t think you would speak to me.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well here I am.”

He smiled. “Here you are.”

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The next time you had brought out that dress was at his Roland Garros final.

He was sure you had worn it purposefully, the small smirk you wore when you congratulated him after the match giving you away.

“Look at you, my little champion!” you teased. “Let me see your prize.”

He laughed, still breathless from the match with the adrenaline just beginning to wear off. He held up the trophy for you to inspect. “Look. Carlos Alcaraz, 2024,” he pointed out proudly, like a little boy showing off a drawing.

You leaned over his shoulder to read the engraving and sighed. “I’m so proud of you.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple. “Muchas gracias, mi amor.”

“How are we celebrating tonight?” you asked as you joined his team and family.

Carlos grinned, leaning in close. “I have some ideas.” he muttered, prompting you to roll your eyes and playfully slap his arm.

Later, Carlos admired you as you wandered through the cobblestone streets of Paris, following Alvaro’s terrible navigational skills. It was something about that dress and the way it elegantly wrapped around your body, the sheer mesh leaving little to the imagination, that impaired his ability to concentrate on anything else. It was a wonder he was able to win today’s match.

You paused as you spotted a lone trumpeter playing near a quiet alley, leaving Carlos in quiet confusion as you allowed the rest of the group to walk ahead of you.

“Carlos,” you said, turning to face him. “Dance with me.” You held out your hand.

“What?” he laughed, eyes wide.

“Come on.” you whispered, taking his hand and dipping into the alley. “It’s just us here.”

He hesitated for half a second before slipping his hand around your waist and pulling you close. You rested your head against his shoulder as you slowly moved together, his fingers brushing the small of your back as your dress fluttered in the wind.

He attempted to spin you, causing you to almost lose your footing on the unstable cobblestones. Both of you burst into quiet laughter, eyes lighting up in love.

He fell in love with you again that night. Harder than before.

He didn’t mind that he had left his family to celebrate his win. He was perfectly content to spend the rest of his days with you.

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“That dress looks nice on you still.” Carlos said as his eyes roamed your body again.

“You always liked this dress. Didn’t you?” You laughed. “Thought it would’ve lost its effect on you after so long.”

“Never.” he said, stepping closer.

“You’ve been busy. Winning titles left and right.” You turned away from him, looking out across the balcony.

He didn’t respond right away. “I missed you.”

“Carlos.” you said softly.

“I mean it. I missed you.” he pressed his lips together.

“Carlos.” you shook your head. “It’s too soon.”

“Porfa, mi amor. I want to try again.” he swallowed hard, jaw clenched.

“Talk to me again in a year.” you met his eyes. “I might just change my mind.”

He sighed, nodding. “I’ll wait. As long as you do too, mi amor.”

You smiled sadly. “Good luck, baby.” you pulled him into a tight embrace and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be watching.”

Carlos’ body folded into yours, holding onto you for a second too long. He didn’t say a word as you pulled away and walked back inside.

You didn’t look back and he didn’t chase after you.

What was one more year?

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trickst3rs · 3 months ago

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me & you together song — jannik sinner x reader

"i've been in love with her for ages, and i just can't seem to get this right."

summary: jannik had been hopelessly in love with you for years but just couldn't find the courage to share his feelings. slightly based on me & you together song by the 1975

wc: 2k words

first jannik fic, kinda nervy!!! didn't really proofread bc i cba xx

Jannik wasn’t someone who was usually flustered. He had to maintain a level of focus at all times, keep his mind sharp, and most importantly— not get distracted. But you threw all his self-control out of the window. One word from you was enough to turn him into a blushing, blubbering mess.

He had been in love with you for ages.

Jannik had first laid eyes on you at Indian Wells. It was his first time competing there, so he was walking around the grounds absentmindedly paying attention as he passed the practice court you were on. He could still remember the way you had styled your hair and the outfit you wore, the image ingrained in his mind. He knew you were the one for him without even knowing your name.

You eventually noticed him too — his longing looks were anything but discrete — and struck up a friendship. Deep down Jannik hated this. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to go to bed with you next to him and wake up with you in his arms. But despite all of the pestering from his friends over the years, Jannik refused to make a move, instead deciding it would be best to keep his feelings bottled up because:

a) Jannik wanted everything to be perfect when it came to you. He wanted to confess his feelings at the right time so you would immediately fall deeply and hopelessly in love with him. Yet, he never knew when that perfect time would come.

b) He was a coward. He was terrified that you would reject him and knew that he would not be able to handle that heartbreak, especially after spending so many years pining for you.

Jannik both dreaded and looked forward to when your tennis calendars overlapped. Because while he found it hard to keep his feelings for you at bay when you were around, he also revelled in your presence.

He knew you were in the players’ lounge before he saw you. It was like he had a sixth sense.

He had just finished his training, with his tennis bag strapped over his shoulder. He spotted you in the corner of the room with your coach, the sight of your smile filling him with butterflies in his stomach as if he was a school girl.

He waved when you turned and met his gaze. Jannik watched as you murmured something to your coach before walking over to him.

“Long time, no see.” your melodic voice sounded. You smiled brightly and enveloped Jannik into a tight hug. “How was your off-season?”

Jannik blushed slightly at the intimacy and pulled back. “It was good. Busy,” he said, brushing his hair out of his face. “Lots of time skiing and fun with my family. But it’s good to be back.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re glad to be back here, my defending champ.” you joked.

Jannik looked away, unable to meet your eyes. How could you possibly not know the effect that your words, that you, had on him. “Well, Melbourne is a very special place for me.”

“So humble.”

Jannik broke out into a grin. “I always am, for you.”

“My, my Jan,” you gasped, feigning shock. “Are you flirting with me?”

I have been for the past four years, he thought somewhat bitterly. If only he could grow the courage to ask you out for a drink. Yet, he believed deep down you would reject him on the basis that you were ‘just friends’.

“I’m only joking, Jan,” you bring him back to reality. “What’s up with you?”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s been a long day.”

“Of course,” you nod. “Lots of press for the golden boy.”

“You know how it is,” Jannik smiled, looking away from you and clearing his throat for some courage. “Ah- have you got any plans for tonight?”

“No,” you shrugged. “Probably just dinner with my team. Why do you ask?”

“Would you like to go out for dinner together?”

“Just us?” you questioned.

Jannik took a step back from you as if your question wounded him. Because of course he wanted to take you out, just the two of you, he wanted to go to bed with you next to him and wake up with you in his arms. “I’ll invite some others,” he sighed. “So… would you like to come with me or not?”

“Shame, could have been a perfect date, but I’d love to come nevertheless,” you happily exclaimed.

“What?” Jannik’s heart dropped. He was certain he misheard you.

“Oh my god, have I said something I shouldn’t have?” your eyes widened. “There’s already someone, isn’t there?”

Jannik wondered if he should laugh or cry, of course this would happen.

You looked over your shoulder at your coach who was pointedly looking down at his watch before flicking his gaze back towards you. You sighed contentedly. “Text me, okay? I’m late to my practice, but I’ll see you tonight.”

Jannik watched as you walked away. He felt somewhat defeated. If he was in a romance movie he would’ve been smoother, more assertive. He would’ve properly asked you on a date. Yet, he had nothing to blame except for his own cowardice and inability to speak up for himself.

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Jannik felt relaxed as he stepped into the players’ gym. It was a great start to the season. He was playing with confidence, quickly settling back into the rhythm of the tour. You had a great start to the season too. You had made a deep run into the tournament, reaching further than ever before. Jannik tried to catch all of your matches live which was certainly difficult, but worth it. He had always said you played beautiful tennis, with your perfectly placed drop shots and powerful serve.

Jannik was happy. He felt good about his upcoming quarterfinal, his nerves vanishing at the sight of you cooling down after your own match. However, his feelings of calm quickly transformed into slight jealousy as he watched Carlos beat him in getting to you. Jannik noted the glint in your eyes as Carlos began talking to you, his Spanish charm making you smile brighter than Jannik had ever seen, making his heart ache.

It wasn’t that Jannik disliked Carlos. While they were rivals on court, they got along well off court. He just didn’t want to see you looking at Carlos the way he wished you’d look at him. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Instead, he felt like an outsider, standing in the corner of the players’ gym, zoning out his coaches who were discussing strategies for his match.

“I’ll be a minute,” Jannik interrupted Darren, walking towards you and Carlos without waiting for his response. “Carlos,” Jannik called, causing the Spaniard to turn and break into his classic grin. “Are you ready for your match tomorrow?”

“We’ll see, we’ll see. Novak is always a difficult competitor.” Carlos turned to you and winked. “But nothing I can’t handle.”

“God, you’re such a tease Carlos,” you laughed.

Jannik tensed. “Congratulations on your win today,” he gaze instantly softened when he met your eyes. “You’re playing really well.”

“Thanks, Jan.” Your cheeks reddened. “Can’t believe I made it so far this Australian Open. Last year I got out second round.”

“I’ve been telling you, it’s because of the drop shot.” Carlos said.

“You’re just saying that because you gave me pointers, one time.” you shook your head playfully. “Can’t give you all the credit.”

“Ah… I tried, I tried.” Carlos smiled. “I should go, Juanki probably wants me back.” he grabbed his bag and slung it on his shoulder. “Good luck tonight Jannik.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Jannik nodded as Carlos began to walk away. He turned towards you, relieved that you both were finally alone. “So… are you going to wish me luck for tonight too?” he jokingly questioned.

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t need me to wish you any luck. I know you’ll win this.”

Jannik turned his head away from you as he tried to hide his blush. “Shut up,” he smiled.

“I’m serious!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hand. “Jannik, talk to me. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” he tried not to pay attention to the feeling of your hand on his. “Just don’t want to mess up and lose the title.”

“You’re not going to miss this up,” your joking tone vanished from your voice. “You’re going to win the title again because you’ve won this before. You know how the ball moves on this court. You can predict exactly where it’ll bounce.”

Jannik nodded. He knew you were right. You always knew what to say to make him feel better.

“Can I give you a hug,” you asked hesitantly.

“I think that would help,” Jannik said before you wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Your comforting scent washing over him. This is it, he thought. The perfect moment to tell you how lucky he is to have you, that he loves you, and you will say it back– because why wouldn’t you?

Instead, as he began to pull away from you he heard Simone’s voice calling him to come back to his team.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “I’ll win this for you.”

“I’m sure you will champ,” you said, patting his bicep. “I’ll be watching from my hotel cheering for you. That’s what friends are for.”

Friends… That stung.

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It was almost 11 o’clock when Jannik heard a quiet knock on his hotel room door.��

He let out a groan. It was probably a member of his team wanting to go over the same things they had discussed at dinner hours prior. He ripped the sheets off of his bed and placed his phone on the side table. He stood and slowly walked to open up the door, and the sight of you on the other side, looking small and miserable, made his heart break. He wondered for a moment if you were a hallucination, the exhaustion from the tournament taking over him.

Jannik opened his mouth to speak but was promptly cut off as you buried your face straight in his chest. He ached at the sound of your sobs. “Is everything alright?” he asked, pulling back to get a look at your face. “Come inside.” He placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside his hotel room.

“I’m sorry,” You broke away from him and sat on the side of his bed, immediately leaning over and placing your head in your hands. “I’ve lost before… I just don’t know why I feel so sad about it this time.”

Jannik came to sit beside you. “I would be surprised if you weren’t sad about the loss,” he said, looking at you sympathetically. “It was a tough match. You played the best you could and it wasn’t enough. I think that is devastating.”

You sighed, sitting back up and wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “I’m more annoyed than anything else. I was so close to being in a Grand Slam final and I just couldn’t do it.”

Jannik stayed quiet as if he was assessing the situation, trying to figure out the perfect thing to say. He settled on placing a hand on your back and rubbing it up and down. Your body seemed to relax at his touch.

You turned your head and looked at him. “Thank you, Jannik, for not turning me away at the door.”

“I’d never do that.”

“I know,” you sniffled, putting your head on his shoulder. “I’m so glad to have you in my life.”

Jannik’s head spun at the words that had just left your mouth. He would stay like this with you forever if he could. Your side pressed against his. The small moment of intimacy left him weary. If he was braver, Jannik would finally kiss you, right here and now. Instead, he took a deep breath and settled for a lingering kiss on your temple. “I’m glad to have you in my life too.”

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Game, set, match, Sinner

He had done it. Jannik had won the Australian Open for the second time in his career. Yet, the only thing he cared about was seeing you after his match.

He had dreamed of this– of you, cheering him on from his player’s box. He was convinced that his glimpses of you during the match helped him clear his mind, and immediately began to think of ways to convince you to come to more of his matches.

Jannik felt emboldened as he walked off Centre Court and through the tunnel. He smiled as people congratulated him, patting him on the back. But there was only one person who he wanted to hear such praises from.

“Congratulations!” you cheered, running up to Jannik and pulling him into a tight embrace. “I told you that you’d win it again, didn’t I?”

He smirked. “You did. Thank you for being here.” he said as he pulled away from you.

“Thank you for convincing me to extend my stay.” you said, looking at him with slightly parted lips.

And suddenly, Jannik finally found the courage to do what he had wanted to for years. From the moment he had first laid eyes on you years ago.

And, as his lips met yours, he knew– he had won in more ways than one.

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