Chiara Ritter, ranked No. 128 in the world, wasn't supposed to make it past qualifying at Wimbledon. Three years ago, she'd crashed out of the rankings entirely, written off by the press as a "pretty face who partied too much." Now, against all odds, she's back - diving headfirst into the main draw, beating top players, and tripping over just about everything in her path. But not everyone is celebrating. Jannik Sinner has known Chiara since they were fifteen, back when junior tournaments meant long bus rides, cheap hotels, and grudges that still haven't died. They haven't spoken in three years - not since her career nosedived - and neither of them has forgotten exactly why. Now Wimbledon has forced them into the same orbit again. She's the ultimate underdog. He's the number one. And every glance, every sarcastic comment, every accidental run-in feels like another rally in a match neither of them ever meant to play. Fiction! JannikSinner x fmc Started: 31.8.25 Finished: 16.10.25

balimkaplan: Of hamileyim diyince mi bakasın geldi erenelmali18: Sabahın köründe manyağın biri bana baba oluyosun yazınca napmam gerekiyodu Eren Elmalı Texting Hayran Kurgusu. Bu hikaye hiçbir gerçeklik barındırmaz.

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[🎤💼] [taekook slowburn | lawyer and band member au x texting] içtiğimde adımı bile unuttuğumu söyler, ben parmak izini bile ezberlediğimi söylemem.

elitamtapinakcisi: moncler parlak montunu sikim birisinden nefret ettiğiniz zaman onu görmezden gelmezsiniz, aksine, yaptığı her hareket sizin için eleştirilmesi gereken birer kusura dönüşür. ya da yaptığınız şey sadece kendinizi kandırmaktan ibarettir. [enemies to lovers]

Kayla en yakın arkadaşıyla girdiği iddiayı kaybedince, her hafta ona vücudunun resmini göndermeye başlar.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

12 Thursdays, 1 bitchy Walmart worker, and 1 bubblegum boy. [Short Story #25 // Humor #153] // don't read this, iT SUCKS ASS //

yıl 1999. taeil kayboluyor. günün birinde evinden çıkıyor, bir daha da dönmüyor. gazetelere boy boy fotoğrafları asılıyor, kardeşi resimlerini çizip insanlara dağıtıyor. ama kimse taeil'i bulamıyor. ©fatenfive | hyuckil [oneshot] ―01.03.21 ―27.03.21 | angst & story |

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