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Andy was looking at Jack like he couldn’t believe Jack had the guts to be so stupid. “Fucking hell Jack, you think this has been easy for me?” he said. “You’re there every day looking at me like...” Andy grimaced. “Christ.” He looked away for a second. “Like you’re dying to get your hands on me. And then I'm supposed to just what? Act normal around you?”
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“It hurt, which meant it was real.”
Grigor had always liked Andrey; their relationship was friendly and comfortable. It took something as ordinary as a scrape on Andrey’s knee on a Monte Carlo practice court to change things between them, because when Andrey looked at the blood on his skin, Grigor realized two things at once: that his feelings for Andrey were stronger than he had thought, and that maybe the stories his grandmother used to tell him about creatures of the night were not merely folk tales.
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Jack is aware that Jannik is staying at the same hotel. He is hyper-aware of everything around him, and the awareness lingers beneath his skin like static. Part of him almost expects to see Jannik with every step, as if rounding a corner too fast might land him face-first into the one person he’s spent months trying not to look for. And stupidly, traitorously, there’s a piece of him that wants to catch a glimpse, even from a distance, just enough to confirm he’s real and not just Jack’s perfect fantasy. But wanting to see him isn’t the same as being ready for it. Because seeing him means remembering what he can’t have, what slipped through his fingers before he was brave enough to hold onto it.
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Takes place immediately following the 2007 French Open.
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10 Jun 2026
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Eight ways it could have happened.
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08 Jun 2026
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Johan sighs, rolling his eyes melodramatically in response. “We’ve been through this before. You say you’ve had the pain for a while, I offer to treat you and then we,” he vaguely gestures in front of them both.
“Fuck,” Marco deadpans.
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26 May 2026
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#great fic #loved it #masterpiece, left a comment saying why but basically if this was a bread it would be a simple bread but it would have the most amazing quality ingredients so it would me amazing without needing anything else bc it's perfect, and i say this as someone who loves bread like this is top quality i wish i could write like thiIiIIIIISSSSS.
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Not even in a parallel world where Jannik might have grown up as a five-foot-seven Minnesota beauty-pageant princess with sequined sash and a tiara would he ever spend £28,000 on a weekend of strategic shopping and sixty bottles of pink champagne.
They once blamed the England WAGs for an entire World Cup meltdown; Jannik refused to be drafted into that level of delusion. No chance.
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27 Apr 2026
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i need to re read this ASAP, just remembered the existence of it and said THANKS GOD FOR THIS AUTHOR AND THIS FIC AND YUPPPPP !!!! (❤ω❤)
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Jack knows very well why he gets angry.
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26 Apr 2026
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lu es literalmente jesús y yo lo único que quiero en esta vida es ser su apóstol, sentarme a sus pies y absorber aunque sea el 1% de su sabiduría infinita. otro hit de lu, porque claramente no sabe hacer otra cosa que sacar obras maestras. escribe increíble, tiene ideas geniales y encima es una ídola total, una genia, una capa. no hay más nada que agregar, señoras y señores… estamos en presencia de la mesías drinner.