#and breadsticks won

[xxmagicmoonrabbitxx]

makoto takes togami to an olive garden and togami nearly has a heart attack, though he doesn't make a fuss just for naegi's sake just because the boy looks happy send tweet

[muirneach]

its truly talibover :( and after he gave me such great hope after the breadstick

[rolandkaros]

fell off my agenda of spreading elina avanesyan propaganda to my unsuspecting followers but she is officially sponsored by adidas now :)))

[trashbaget]

tagged by my beloved april @heartbeatdiaz <33

bold (or otherwise mark in your preferred fruity way) all that apply:

APPEARANCE: i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don't often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child / i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

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tagging with ALL of the pressure (totally very really absolutely jk i love yall <3): @enbyeddiediaz almost wrote pinkpurse?? babe. it hasn’t been that for a while why’d i think that lmao @firemedicdiaz @barbiediaz @evcndiaz @prince-buck-diaz @alyxmastershipper @911onabc ehh that’s enough for now <3

[jibitzlesscrocs]

matt sturniolo x reader

warning : pregnancy

the whole series and more

kid for a day pt.2

in which, matt’s wish comes true

It starts on a Tuesday. Not a particularly special Tuesday. The sun is out, your feet are freezing against the hardwood floor, and Matt’s in the kitchen mumbling to himself about oat milk and expiration dates.

You’ve taken three tests. Three. The first one, you stared at for five solid minutes like it might change if you blinked hard enough. The second, you didn’t even let finish loading before you chucked it under the sink. The third one… well, the third one is the one you hold in your hand when Matt walks into the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth and eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“What’s that?” he asks, foam bubbling at the corners of his lips.

You hold it up like it might burn you. “Positive.”

There’s a long pause. Matt stares at the test. Then at you. Then at the test again. Then he starts laughing — a little wild, a little shocked — and you’re crying, and suddenly his toothbrush is on the counter, and his arms are around you.

“You’re sure?” he whispers into your hair.

“As sure as the three tests in the trash,” you murmur back.

He pulls back just enough to look at your face. “We’re having a baby?”

You nod.

Matt kisses you then — soft and deep and stunned — like the world just cracked open, and you’re both falling into something brand new.

Two Months Later

Pregnancy is weird.

You cry at a baby commercial. You cry when the toaster burns your bagel. You cry when Matt brings home the wrong kind of pickles — then cry harder when he leaves and comes back with every single jar the store had.

You’re never not hungry. But also, sometimes, the smell of anything cooked sends you running for the sink.

Matt, bless him, becomes a walking encyclopedia of “How to Survive the First Trimester.” He Googles everything. He’s way too enthusiastic about belly creams. He talks to your stomach even though there’s barely the hint of a bump.

“Hey, bean,” he whispers one night as you’re half-asleep on the couch. “You’re making your mom puke a lot. Be cool, okay?”

You swat him lazily. “Shut up, she’s dramatic. We’re thriving.”

Matt presses a kiss to your temple. “Damn right we are.”

Telling Matt’s Family

It happens at Sunday dinner, which is less of a meal and more of a full-blown family event. There’s yelling. There’s food flying. There’s Nick arguing with Chris over who actually won the Mario Kart tournament from 2009. Matt’s mom, marylou, is plating lasagna like it’s her Olympic sport, and you’re sitting there, trying to keep your face neutral while your insides scream, say it, say it now.

Matt nudges you under the table. You give him a subtle nod, which he translates as: blurt it out at the absolute worst possible moment.

So naturally, he waits until everyone’s mid-bite.

“We’re pregnant,” he says casually, like he’s announcing he bought new socks.

Nick chokes on his breadstick. Chris drops his fork. Marylou gasps so loud you think the neighbors might call someone. His dad blinks once, then twice, like he’s buffering.

And then: absolute chaos.

“WAIT. LIKE—PREGNANT?!”

“With a baby?!” Chris yells, like there are other options.

“No, with a dolphin,” Matt deadpans. “Yes, with a baby, Chris.”

Nick’s already halfway around the table, pulling you into a hug while half-sobbing, half-laughing. “You’re gonna be someone’s mom. That’s insane. That kid’s gonna be cooler than all of us.”

“That’s not hard,” Chris mutters, still looking like he’s trying to mentally solve pregnancy algebra.

Marylou finally sets down her spoon, eyes glassy. “You’re making me a grandmother.”

“Technically, she’s making you a grandmother,” Matt says, gesturing to your barely-showing belly. You elbow him in the ribs. He grins.

Marylou is crying now — the happy, hand-over-heart, mascara-smudging kind. “I knew it. I knew something was up when she didn’t want wine last week.”

“You’re gonna be a dad,” Nick says to Matt, eyes wide like he’s seeing him for the first time.

Matt glances at you — your hand resting on your stomach, the tiny secret growing inside you both — and smiles so softly it makes your chest ache.

“I guess I am,” he says.

And somehow, amidst the lasagna and the yelling and the disbelief that Chris might soon be called “Uncle,” it all starts to feel real.

The Gender Reveal

You try to keep it lowkey. Just the two of you in the OB’s office, a blurry sonogram in your hand. The tech says “she” before you can even brace yourself.

A girl.

You laugh. Matt blinks at the monitor like she might wave.

Later that night, he lays his head on your stomach and says, “She’s gonna be wild. She’s gonna steal our fries and our hearts.”

“She already has,” you say, running your fingers through his hair.

Third Trimester

You’re big. Like, huge. Getting out of bed is a full-body workout. Your ankles don’t exist anymore. But Matt treats you like a queen.

He rubs your back when it aches. Paints the nursery a soft lavender, even though it takes three coats. He reads baby books out loud, doing terrible voices for each character.

You fight once — a real, hormonal mess of a fight — about nothing important. You cry. He cries. You make up in the kitchen with your arms wrapped around each other, pressed belly-to-belly.

“Soon,” you whisper. “She’ll be here soon.”

Matt kisses your knuckles. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

The Day She Comes

It’s 2:46 a.m. when your water breaks.

Matt trips over his sneakers trying to get to you, nearly drops his phone calling the hospital, then calms down just enough to drive — one hand on the wheel, the other gripping yours.

Labor is long. Brutal. Beautiful.

You scream. You sweat. You squeeze Matt’s hand so hard he might never recover.

But he never leaves your side.

When she finally arrives — red and wrinkly and screaming — the room goes quiet. Time pauses.

And then someone places her on Matt’s bare chest.

His arms curl around her instinctively. She’s so tiny. So real.

“Hi, Riley,” he whispers, tears dripping down his cheeks. “I’m your dad.”

You watch as she blinks up at him, and something deep inside you aches with love.

He looks over at you then, and your heart catches.

“You did it,” he says. “You brought her here.”

We did it, you think, but your voice is gone, lost in the swell of love and exhaustion.

Matt kisses Riley’s forehead. Then yours.

And in that moment — skin to skin, heart to heart — the world is small, and quiet, and perfect.

taglist: @courta13 , @sunkissedsturniolos

MAI’S STORE

pt 2 requested by @leahfaith enjoy !!

[fritzes]

i have a question - i've seen a few posts you've reblogged kinda allude to jannik and holger having a feud... if so, when did this happen exactly? i'm out of the loop on this lol

allow me to set the scene. imagine, if you will, that you are holger rune in the year 2022. your childhood friend carlos alcaraz who is almost exactly the same age as you has just won a grand slam, and you want more than anything to be on the same level as him. and during indoor hardcourt season, you lock the fuck in. you start in metz and lose in the quarterfinals – a bit lackluster for the standards you're trying to reach, but it's fine. you go to sofia and make your way to the semifinals, where you're up against world #10 jannik sinner. jannik, like you, is a young player hyped up to be the next great thing. if you beat this guy, you're gonna start being taken seriously in the conversation. he takes the first set, you take the second, and you're only one game away from victory when he retires from injury. a win is a win though... but you go on to lose the final in straight sets. but! never fear! you go to stockholm the next week and win it, beating the world #5 in the final. you make the final of basel, losing to the world #9. and then. and then. paris. you beat the world #10. you beat the world #9. you beat the world #1. you beat the world #8 (who just beat you in the basel final. and in the final, you play a close, tense three-setter against the world #7, the greatest of all time, novak djokovic. and you win. you just barely miss out on playing the atp finals, but you end the year just outside the top 10, well ahead of jannik sinner, who didn't win a single match since losing to you. you're so close to carlos, and you're surpassing the rest of your generation

fast forward to monte carlo 2023. after a bit of a turbulent start to the season, you make the semifinals with a win over the world #5. and who should you play but jannik sinner, who has propelled himself back into the top 10 and is just barely above you in the rankings. the match starts, and he flat out breadsticks you. the weather sucks. the crowd is cheering against you. and this guy, competing with you to be the rival to carlos, is beating you soundly. you're pissed, so you lean into that. you argue with the crowd, you fight the umpire, and you hit the ball as hard as you possibly can and while simultaneously hitting the most annoying drop shots ever. and it works. the calm, stoic jannik sinner is so fucking done with you. he's missing easy volleys everywhere, he can barely serve, and he's just frustrated. you, holger rune, have done the impossible and made jannik sinner lose his composure on court. and you win, and it's wonderful... and you lose in the final the next day. and right after you lose the final, this happens:

ouch.

you just barely make it to the atp finals (heavily benefitting off the extreme flop of one casper ruud, among others). you just barely lose your first match to novak, you get a walkover from tsitsipas, and on the final day you're set to play jannik sinner. in italy. this should be fun. now, jannik has just beaten novak for the first time ever, and if he loses to you, novak is eliminated from the tournament. if he wants to, he could tank to take out his toughest opponent. but does he do that? ohhh no. even when you're deep into a grueling third set, he doesn't give up. he wins, and the crowd is deafening and you're going home. you could be bitter about it, but instead you pour your heart and soul into a nice instagram story about it to cope, as you tend to do

and so it comes back to monte carlo in 2024. jannik sinner is now a grand slam champion and a 2x masters 1000 champion, surpassing everything you've done. he even passes carlos in the rankings, and you are just an afterthought compared to the two of them. their rivalry is the future of tennis, and you just haven't caught up, haven't met the expectations that everyone has set for you. but maybe here, you can turn things around. it's a struggle. the schedule is not on your side, and you get caught up in rain delays and having to play multiple matches on the same day. you barely survive your first match, you make it out of your second match through tiebreaks and sheer determination, and you're exhausted. so of course, you have to play jannik sinner, now world #2. it's like last year all over again. he takes the first set, everyone in the crowd on his side, and he's improved so much in the last year that it's like you're playing a completely different person. in the second set, you go down 0-40 on your serve twice, but you somehow manage to hold on to get to a tiebreak. while all of this is going on, you've slipped back into your "brat" ways. you're getting time violations, fighting the crowd, protesting against the umpire. at one point, you do a 🤏 at the crowd and receive a code violation that you do not agree with. you basically go on strike until the supervisor comes out, all while jannik sinner is just hanging out on his side of the court, smoothing out clay with his feet, infuriatingly calm. so you go into the tiebreak at your wits end, and you end up facing a match point. you save it. you face another one. you save it. and by some miracle, you win the set. it's going to a decider. and what do you know, you've done it again. jannik sinner, who almost never expresses his emotions during a match, is visibly annoyed at you. that might just be a victory in itself... which is a good thing, because you don't get a victory in the actual match. but you're not gonna go down without a fight. and when the atp social media wishes jannik "may the force be with you", you have some choice words...

jannik goes on to end the year as a clear world #1, with two slams and four masters 1000s to his name. you, on the other hand, don't even finish the year in the top 10. you're only 21, but the constant comparisons to jannik and carlos have left you seen as a one-hit wonder with unfulfilled potential. and part of that is you just couldn't beat jannik sinner when it mattered

[niniwritesxo]

cute coffee guy pt.3

roh jaewon x fem reader

hope you guys enjoy it!

no warnings <3

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you shifted on your feet, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this might seem. chasing after a guy you met once in a coffee shop, only for him to disappear like some elusive indie film protagonist? embarrassing.

jae-won, meanwhile, looked amused. “did you just… stumble in here, or were you looking for me?”

your mouth opened, then closed. no way were you admitting you’d been keeping an eye out for him after he seemingly vanished into thin air. “i was just around.”

“uh-huh.” his smile twitched. “totally believable.”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “you disappeared.”

his eyebrows lifted. “disappeared?”

“yes! one day you’re sitting across from me at a coffee shop, giving surprisingly strong opinions about biscotti, and the next, you’re just, poof.” You gestured vaguely, like that explained everything.

jae-won pressed his lips together, clearly fighting back a laugh. “poof?”

“you know what i mean.”

he tilted his head, considering you. “so you were looking for me.”

damn it.

“i—look, i just thought it was weird,” you muttered, suddenly regretting all your life choices leading up to this conversation. “people don’t just… disappear.”

“i was traveling.” he leaned against a bookshelf, watching you with quiet amusement. “had some work in other cities. didn’t think I left such a strong impression, though.”

you scoffed. “you didn’t.”

“right.” his grin widened. “that’s why you ‘just happened’ to be at my poetry reading.”

“listen,” you deadpanned, “if I knew you were such a lovey dovey poet, i definitely wouldn’t have come.”

jae-won put a hand to his chest, mock-wounded. “ouch. that’s how you’re gonna treat a guy who just read a very heartfelt poem to a room full of strangers?”

“you called me a quiet presence.’” you gave him a pointed look. “i don’t know if that’s a compliment or if I should be deeply offended.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “i was being mysterious.”

“oh, of course. because being straightforward would just be too easy.”

his smile lingered, but his voice softened slightly. “i meant what I said, though. it was about you.”

you stared at him, caught between disbelief and something dangerously close to flustered. then, because vulnerability wasn’t your strong suit, you blurted, “okay, but the biscotti thing, you were wrong.”

jae-won groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “not this again.”

“biscotti are just overpriced, rock-hard breadsticks disguised as a luxury snack.”

he pointed at you. “that is a terrible take.”

“and yet, here I am, still standing by it.”

jae-won sighed, looking toward the ceiling like he was asking for patience. then he glanced back at you, eyes warm, teasing. ‘‘let me buy you a coffee, and we’ll settle this.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you’re just trying to get me to admit I was looking for you.”

“i’d never do that.” he was absolutely trying to do that.

you hesitated, only for a second but then shrugged. “fine. but if you recite any more poetry at me, i’m leaving.”

“no promises,” he said, grinning as he led the way out.

and there you were, sitting in that cozy coffee shop again but with the cute coffee boy again.

jae-won had a habit of talking with his hands. not in an over-the-top way, but just enough that you’d noticed, the way his fingers moved when he got caught up in a story, when he was explaining something, when he was trying to find the right words.

right now, though, he wasn’t using his hands at all.

he was sitting across from you, stirring his coffee absentmindedly, his gaze unfocused. you had been talking about something, movies, maybe? you couldn’t even remember now, because whatever he had just said had completely derailed your brain.

it had been so casual, so offhanded, like he didn’t even realize the impact of his own words.

“i mean, you don’t seem like the type to date around much.”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

jae-won took a sip of his coffee, oblivious. “i just mean, you give off a different vibe.”

your eyebrows shot up. “and what vibe is that?”

he shrugged. “i don’t know. you just seem more… reserved. like you’re not the type to, you know—” he waved vaguely, finally using his hands again. “be with someone just for the sake of it.”

you stared at him. “so, what? you think I’ve never dated before?”

jae-won faltered. “i—no, that’s not what I meant—”

“because, wow, jae-won. wow.” you put a hand over your heart. “didn’t realize I was out here looking like a tragic, romance-less hermit.”

he groaned, finally realizing his mistake. “that’s not what I was saying.”

“no, no, it’s fine.” you leaned back, crossing your arms. “maybe I’ll just start wearing a sign. ‘please date me, I’m dying of loneliness.’”

jae-won exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “i hate you.”

“you hate me? i’m the one whose dating life just got absolutely slandered.”

he sighed, shaking his head. “i wasn’t trying to insult you, I swear.”

“too late. the damage is done.” you took a dramatic sip of your coffee. “my pride may never recover.”

jae-won gave you a flat look. “you’re insufferable.”

“and tragically alone, apparently.”

he groaned again, but he was smiling now, his head tilting back in defeat. “fine. I’m sorry.”

you narrowed your eyes. “for?”

“for—” he huffed. “for accidentally implying that you’re, like, chronically undateable.”

you nodded. “thank you. apology accepted.”

there was a beat of silence, then jae-won smirked. “for what it’s worth, i wouldn’t mind being the one to fix that.”

your stomach flipped.

he said it so easily, like it was just another joke, but there was something else there too—something in the way his gaze lingered just a second longer than usual.

you swallowed, gripping your cup a little tighter. “well,” you said, forcing yourself to sound unaffected. “you do owe me, after that absolutely ruthless character assassination.”

jae-won chuckled, tapping his fingers against the table. “guess I do.”

and just like that, the balance shifted again.

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[firstservepercentage]

okay im very late to the party but i just came across a sincaraz h2h take post, so imma yap about my 'jannik-carlos h2h never goes according to the books because they cannot be normal abt each other' theory

so, its october 2021, jannik sinner was the youngest word top 10 in ages and carlos alcaraz was literally a child, they played on the famous low bouncing indoor hard court of paris, and carlos won.

the next year comes around and carlos rocketed to 7-ish in rankings, jannik dropped out from the top 10. they met on grass and clay (ik no one would have thought about carlos as a grass court player then but we all know now) and jannik got both Ws and he breadsticked carlos 3 times in the process 😭😭😭😭😭 and then they were finally normal for once and played on a slow hc uso and a slow hc iw with carlos winning both matches and getting to no1. but then they played on a rather slow miami and jannik cooked him, and after carlos' incredible run of form in march-september 2023 they played on the VERY SLOW hc of beijing and jannik breadsticked him yet again and won. at this point the narrative was abt why carlos could find a way to beat everyone else but not jannik. sounds familiar? isnt it crazy how fast the night changes 😭😭😭😭

and the next year comes around again, jannik sinner lost a total of maybe 3?? matches to everyone else and 4 to carlos alcaraz. yes it is on slow hc and clay, the surfaces def play a part in this, but i swear these two just look at each other across the net and lowkey freak out and just forget how to be normal. if you watch all of their matches from 2023 in many of these matches they are both visibly tense in the first 10-ish games and most of the times the higher ranked guy is tenser and this has nothing to do with the surface, it happens between them and other players too but almost every time when they play each other.

so does it make sense when i say the weird match quality these 2 give us every time makes me buy into the sincaraz rivalry more...? because if you just forget how to be normal at the sight of this guy and practice with every other player close to your ranking but not him, its probably because you know hes gonna be that 1 person who will rip that much deserved gs trophy from your hands for multiple times. they know tennis better than me, so im following their takes

[love-hold]

31 tennis moments if you missed it: march

overview: next gen upsets. many of them.

(march has been up and down for me irl so this is partly a self-reminder abt what happened)

1. stefanos tsitsipas—who has exclusively peaked on clay for the past year—defeated FAA in dubai and finally won a title. in fact, this was his first atp 500 after losing 11 finals in a row. okay daniil now it’s ur turn

2. emma navarro was out for blood in merida, earning her largest title so far after double bageling challenger emiliana arango in the final.

3. jessica pegula defeated mccartney kessler to claim the austin title.

4. after a wave of food poisoning, acapulco’s final had no seeds to be found. both alejandro davidovich fokina and tomas machac were playing for their first career title. ultimately, the czEX won his first title, defeating foki and raising the gourd (pear? avocado?) high.

5. to end the golden swing, laslo djere went on an insane run in santiago, defeating the 1st, 3rd, and 4th seeds + the defending champ to win his first title in 5 years.

6. IW announced that the surface provider for the beloved “5th slam” was switched to the provider used by the faster miami courts, causing brief alarm.

7. the WTA announced they would provide paid maternity leave w/ comprehensive benefits, a groundbreaking opportunity for women’s sports. (note: it is sponsored by the PIF of saudi arabia)

8. twin introverts and servebots taylor fritz and elena rybakina won the annual iw tiebreak tens.

9. the dutch continued to wreck havoc on the men’s tour, with LL botic van de zandschulp kicking novak djokovic out R2 and tallon griekspoor taking out zverev.

10. daniil medvedev—who for the past year hasn’t been playing like his usual self—celebrated reaching the iw semifinals with another memorable post-match moment.

11. the IW semis for both the men’s and women’s tour were promising and stacked with narratives: sabalenka keys AO rematch, rune medvedev rematch, swiatek andreeva, draparaz.

the consequent match results were chaotic and….mildly confusing? aryna bageled and breadsticked madi. jack breadsticked 2x defending champ carlos and then got bageled in response. iga (who had been looking quite dominant at her fav hc tournament) lost to mirra. holger avenged last year’s QF loss, beating daniil in straights.

12. the draparaz match proved once again jack’s habit of VAR controversies, carlos’s tendency to concede points, and mohamed lahyani’s fate of always being in the middle.

13. “jack draper broke american men’s tennis and american hearts”, defeating fonseca, brooksby, fritz, shelton, and defending champ alcaraz to win his first masters title and enter the top ten.

14. mirra andreeva made a statement: that her place in the top ten would last a while. with 12 straight match wins since her back-to-back masters in dubai, she became the youngest player since serena williams to win a tournament by beating both the world no. 1 and 2.

15. monfils and dimitrov showed that age is just a number, putting on a show of their best tennis in R32.

16. the PTPA + associated players released a class action lawsuit suing the ATP, WTA, ITIA, and ITF for “collusion” & “cartel behavior.”

17. miami R64 featured the battle of the emmas—emma navarro and emma radacanu—aka the battle for qinwen’s attention. more surprisingly, emmaur won? emma went on her best run since her famous uso21 performance, reaching the QFs.

18. in another anticipated next gen matchup, learner tien and joao fonseca (both 2025’s promising golden teens) met in a cruel first round. learner’s painful h2h with joao continued.

19. alexandra eala, filipina wildcard, beat jelena ostapenko in R64, her first top 30 win after having only 3 tour level wins to her name prior. she later followed that with a top 5 win against AO champ madi keys, continuing to make history.

20. another rafa nadal academy student, coleman wong, made history for hong kong by defeating ben shelton R64. in a classic act of internet misinformation, born him and eala were touted as another tennis power couple by bastien fachan. alex later clarified they were currently just close friends. #friendzoned (tho im sure someone on here can explain their true relationship dynamic ;))

21. victoria mboko, 18 year old canadian wildcard in her main draw debut, earned her first tour level win over camila osorio and breadsticked & took paula badosa to a 3rd set tiebreak in the R64.

22. all the IW men’s semifinalists lost in their first miami match. in particular, jakub mensik defeated the IW champ jack draper (more on him later)

23. mirra andreeva lost her match streak to doha champ amanda anisimova in a tense match. well, that’s one way to put it.

24. alex de minaur fought through hell and back (hell being the brazilian crowd) in his match against joao fonseca. bonus

25. 19 year old alex eala continued her dream run in miami by straight setting IGA SWIATEK to make her first masters semi final and nation proud. she’s now no. 75 in the world.

26. dasha kasatkina announced she is now representing australia, finally playing for a country she would be safe in.

27. taylor fritz (who debuted a new haircut) and matteo berrettini played a nail-biter match, featuring matteo saving 6 match points and an undoubtedly painful 2nd set for taylor.

28. aryna sabalenka got her 1st miami open, defeating jessica pegula in their us open rematch. fun fact! aryna has won 3/4 of the last north american HC big tourneys (miami, uso, and cincy). guess who her opponent as been each time…….jessica pegula! ha! ha! ha.

29. the 2025 next gen rise is real and true. 19 year old jakub mensik became the first next gen (2004+) player to win a master and he did this in the grandest way possible: by defeating his idol novak djokovic (who was fighting for his 100th title) in the final. he is the lowest ranked miami open champ (once world no. 54) and now the world no. 24! also to note: he won 7/7 of the tiebreaks he played this tourney, including two against tiebreakovic

30. marcelo arévalo and mate pavić captured the men’s doubles, sunshine double

31. jannik sinner continues to lead the ATP live race, without playing 2 masters tourneys.

+2: these tennis graphics / ben shelton hard launched his new relationship with trinity rodman

onto clay season we go!

[michelsens]

NEXT GEN AMERICAN RUNDOWN!!!

@wiz-talks-tennis hope u like this!

Alex Michelsen (20 years)- Alex is very tall, 6’5, and his serve is good but maybe not as good as it should be for his height. His forehand breaks down sometimes. But he makes up for it with an incredible backhand. Like, literally world class. (He’s actually a natural left hander, but he plays right!) His movement is pretty good for a big dude, and people have rather high hopes for him.

When he was 18 he made the final of a 250 tournament, and lost. He got to that same final again last year, and lost. He made another 250 final last year, and lost. In addition to a few semis. He’s garnered a bit of a reputation for losing right when he has a chance to win a title. On the other hand, he already has a ton of upset wins under his belt, including: breadsticking Hurkacs, a top 10 win over De Minaur, and 2 wins over Tsitsipas.

I’d love to see him finally grab a title this year. I think his game on grass specifically is impeccable, and I think that it naturally should translate to a trophy. I also think (and he’s openly said he’s working on this) his serve needs to improve. He’s very tall, he should be hitting way more aces and unreturned serves.

Learner Tien (19 years)- Learner, on the other hand, is very short, about 5’10, and, not shockingly, doesn’t have an awesome serve. But his skill in rallies is INSANE. His ground strokes, particularly his forehand, are clean, his net play is very good, and he’ll throw in beautiful drop shots. My personal favorite thing about his game is his lobbing skills. You just don’t see it too often.

This kid is ridiculously good. He won the USTA 18’s 2 years in a row (yes, once when he was 17), only narrowly lost the U.S. Open Junior final to Fonseca in 2023, and he went on a Challenger tour 28 match win streak. Lemme repeat that. 28 matches. Insane. He was runner up at last year’s Next Gen Finals, again losing to Fonsi, and what most people know him for was his CRAZY upset of Medvedev in the AO second round. In a five set, nearly 5 hour match, he came out the victor.

I honestly just love Learner so anything he does would feel like a win to me haha. But, seriously, I cannot wait to see him play on clay. I think his game would carry over so well to that surface. Not something you say about Americans too often. I’m also excited to see what damage he can do at home in Indian Wells!

Nishesh Basavareddy (19 years)- Nishesh has a rather complete game for a teenager. His serve is great, and he doesn’t have any glaringly obvious issues in his game. I can’t lie, Nishesh is the player I’ve watched the least of on this list, but he’s still a fun watch. Much like Learner, his breakout was definitely at AO.

In Melbourne, he took a set off of Novak Djokovic. This happened, by the way, maybe two months after he officially turned professional and stopped playing for Stanford University. By the way, if you need any perspective on just how young these guys are, Rajeev Ram, a successful doubles player on tour, is friends with Nishesh…’s father. Yeah, his DAD. Also, I should probably mention that all three of the guys I’ve listed so far are friends! They’re all from Southern California, and have known each other since they were young. Nishesh is sort of the third wheel to Michtien since those two are like best friends, but they are all very close.

I’d like for Nishesh to actually win an upset match. He obviously was incredible already to even win a set, but I think to actually go that step further and win would put him on more people’s radar, which is great because he’s a cutie and his game is so good! And I hope he wears necklaces. Because he’s by far the swaggiest of the Cali Trio lol.

Here are my favorite pics of them just for the sillies :)

I love this one. Alex looks so annoyed. (I believe was playing Jannik here.)

Look at him. The emotion. Learner 🫶🫶🫶

Baby Nishesh’s infamous swag photo. How are you four and you have better drip than me?

Here are a bunch of photos from the Next Gen ATP finals that I love 🩷🩷🩷

[rolandkaros]

i need to start making lists of all the good things that happen each round because i'm starting to think i am too pessimistic

[vodika-vibes]

Just read some of your Bly stuff. Ahhhh love Bly.

So I have a request, you and Bly are best friends, and he thinks he likes General Secura, so he asks you for advice and you offer what you can despite the fact it kills you. He even goes on a date with the General and he realizes she's not who he wants. They both realize it's not what they want. All Bly wants is you.

You Make Me Happy, When Skies Are Grey

Summary: When Bly comes to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date, you’re happy to help, even though every word rips your heart to shreds. You want him happy, even if that happiness isn’t with you.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1513

Warnings: Reader is heartbroken at the beginning

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry this too so long! I hope you like it! Also, I now have a super sad post-Order 66 continuation based off of this because I just had to name the story this.

You sit in your apartment, in the dark, your eyes locked on the ceiling. You trace the stars on the ceiling, while you try your hardest to ignore the burning in your eyes and the lump in your throat.

Three weeks ago, Bly came to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date. 

Though it broke your heart, you still helped him. 

You planned the perfect first date for him and General Secura. From dinner to dancing to wrapping up at a local cafe that had a good first date ambiance. You even helped him out by buying him nice clothes for the event and giving him tips on good conversation starters that don’t revolve around the war.

You even gave him advice on the best way to ask her out, warned him about putting her on the spot and making her feel pressured to say yes.

And every word, every plan, added another crack to your fragile heart.

But, more than anything, you want him to be happy. And if his happiness comes at the expense of your own…well, so be it.

After all, Bly deserves someone as amazing as he is. Someone as gorgeous as he is. Bly and General Secura deserve each other, they’ll be great together. 

He deserves better than some IT girl. Especially some IT girl who was too nervous to admit her feelings towards him.

To give yourself some credit, your heart didn’t completely shatter until you got a comm late last night saying that he asked General Secura out on a date and she agreed, and that he was going out with her the following day.

Going out with her now.

You cried yourself to sleep last night. And you spent the whole day in bed today.

You’re allowed to be a little heartbroken. Just so long as you put the happy smile back on your face when Bly inevitably tells you how his date went.

You can be happy for him. You can.

Just…later.

You trace the constellations on your ceiling, and swallow hard to try and force the lump in your throat to go away. Bly helped you hang them when you moved into this apartment. He spent hours here, with you, helping you turn your house into a home.

You hoped…

Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?

Annoyed, with the situation and with yourself, you push yourself up into a sitting position, and swing your legs off the bed. You’re going to shower, wash your hair, and then order your favorite pasta from the too expensive restaurant just down the street.

And then you’re going to watch your favorite animated movie from when you were a kid, and you’re going to ignore any comms that you get from Bly tonight, and you’ll be happy for him in the morning.

That decision made, you half-heartedly make your bed, and step into the fresher to start the water. 

45 minutes later, you don’t feel better, but you do feel a little more like you. And you absently drop on the couch to place your food order.

You order your favorite, and then scowl at the app that said that you needed to order more food for it to be delivered. 

“Dumb. Why is there a minimum delivery-” You bitch to the empty room, just in a bad mood in general, but you also order a second meal as well as some breadsticks and a dessert. 

At least you won’t have to worry about making dinner tomorrow.

You drop your datapad on the table, and turn to the holo. Time to find your favorite movie. You’re sure you saw it in here not that long ago-

An hour later, when you’re half way through the movie, there’s a knock on your apartment door. And you huff out a sigh as you push to your feet. It’s about time your dinner arrived, you’re starving.

You cross the apartment and push the button to open the door, “Thanks for the deliv-” You stop as you turn to look at the person on the other side of the door.

He is definitely not the delivery droid you’ve been waiting for.

“...Bly?”

Bly smiles at you, nervously. He looks nice, dressed up in the casual clothes that you bought for him, “Hey there, sunshine. Can I come in?”

You automatically move to the side, “I thought you were on a date?” You ask as he steps into your apartment and removes his shoes, “What happened?”

He glances at you, “Ah, yeah. Well, I was. And now I’m not.”

“It…” He walks deeper into your apartment and you allow the door to slam shut as you chase after him, “Bly, your reservation was half an hour ago-” You fret as you follow him into the living room.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You did show up, right?”

Bly’s gaze is directed to the cartoon on the holo, “Having a bad night, sunshine?”

“I…what?”

“You told me once that this is your Bad Day movie.” Bly clarifies, as he turns to look at you, a small frown crossing his face as he scans your face, “Sunshine, have you been crying? Your eyes are red.” He says as he steps closer to you and lightly tilts your head back so he’s able to see your face better.

You blink at him, “Bly! What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“Ah. Right.” He releases your chin and takes a step back, “I did go to the restaurant with General Secura, at the time for the reservation, and we sat down and…” He trails off.

“...and? And what?”

“It didn’t feel right.”

“Bly, you’re not making sense. I did all of that work for you-” You seethe, “And you couldn’t even stay for the whole dinner-?”

He holds up his hands to try and calm you, “I realized, as I was sitting there with General Secura, that I didn’t want to be there with her.”

You blink at him, twice, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, I hope you didn’t tell her that? That’s so mean.”

Bly laughs, “She also told me that being there with me felt awkward and weird.”

“Oh. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. She helped me figure out who I did want to be there with.”

You feel a sharp pang of hurt, though you do your best to make sure that he doesn’t see it. “Okay. So you need my help to ask this new person on a date?”

“No. I don’t, actually.” Bly replies, his gaze still locked on your face, “Sunshine, why were you crying.”

“I…watched a sad movie.” You lie, badly.

Bly takes a step towards you and very gently reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek, “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah. I know.” You mutter, “It…it’s not important, Bly. Really.”

“It’s important enough to make you cry.” Bly counters.

“Bly-”

“Is it my fault?”

You stare at him, stunned, “I…wha-...why would you ask me that?”

“It is then.” Bly murmurs, “I didn’t think…” He rubs a hand over his head, “You seemed so happy to help-”

You sigh, “I want you to be happy, Bly. No matter what.”

“And…what about your happiness?”

“Unimportant, in the grand scheme of things.” You say with an awkward shrug. A moment later, the doorbell rings, and you pull away from him to get your food from the delivery droid.

You tip the droid, and take the food, before you return to the living room, and set the bag of food on the table. “Um, so I have extra food, if you want some. They changed the minimum for delivery-” You trail off when you see the look on his face, and you shift nervously.

He looks mad. Like you said something to make him angry.

“Bly?”

His gaze locks with yours and he smiles. He steps closer to you and lightly taps your chin, “Sunshine,” Bly almost coos, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“You…wha-” Your words are cut off by the gentle press of his lips against yours. The kiss is very chaste, very respectful, and Bly breaks the kiss soon after he instigates it, and he presses his forehead against yours.

His dark eyes scan your face again, and then he smiles wryly, “That was inappropriate of me, I suppose.”

You blink at him, dumbly, “...you can be more inappropriate with me. If you want.” You offer shyly.

He grins at you, “I might just take you up on that offer…later.” His lips graze yours, and he pulls back, “But how about, we eat this food you bought us and restart this movie and turn this into our first date.”

“...you want to date me?” You ask.

“Is that so surprising?”

“But I-”

He raises his eyebrows, “Yes?”

“General Secura is so much prettier than me-”

“I disagree. And even if she was,” Bly says, “You’re my Sunshine. How could I possibly be happy without you by my side?”

Your face heats, “...I’d like to date you,” You whisper.

“Great! Then let’s start now!”

[eroticfriendfictions]

I got an email saying I won the weekly free prize drawing for my library's adult summer reading program and that I could pick it up at their front desk, so then I went thinking it was probably going to be like maybe a book or a coupon for free ice cream or something. You guys, I won:

an amazon fire tablet

a book

a journal

a water bottle

a sticker

a coupon for free breadsticks at Papa John's

So please check if your local library has a summer reading program you can join because omg

[fritzes]

Toronto 2023 aka one of the most bizarre tournaments of the entire season

Even Daniil winning Rome has nothing on this chaos:

First, let us take a look at some of the seeds in this tournament. Casper Ruud is the third seed, having just flopped his way through the entirety of grass season and getting bageled in the final of a clay 250. Fourth and fifth seeds are Stefanos Tsitsipas and Holger Rune - we'll get to them later. The tenth seed is Félix Auger-Aliassime, who has only managed to hold onto his spot because most of his points are from the end of the season. For reasons inexplicable to me, Cameron Norrie is the eleventh seed. Borna Coric, holding on to his Cincinnati points, is the fourteenth seed.

In round one, lucky loser Vukic immediately upsets Coric 6-2 6-3. Qualifier Purcell takes out FAA 6-4 6-4. Milos Raonic, given a wildcard into his home tournament, beats tenth seed Frances Tiafoe in a tight match in which there was a ton of drama about what areas of the net it is acceptable to touch and win a point. Speaking of Canadian wildcards, Diallo beats Evans, who had just won Washington the week before. And finally, Alex de Minaur (we'll be seeing a lot of him) beats Norrie in a comfortable 7-5 6-4.

In round two, the top seeds come in and a lot of them immediately head out. Fifth seed Holger Rune, about to enter a massive flop era, loses to qualifier Giron in three sets. Tsitsipas gets crushed by Monfils 6-4 6-3. Vukic continues his run by beating Korda in an extremely close match. With the exact same scoreline as Tsitsipas, sixth seed Andrey Rublev loses to McDonald. Thirteenth seed Zverev is utterly destroyed by Davidovich Fokina 6-1 6-2.

Now into the third round, newly crowned Wimbledon champion Carlos Alcaraz loses the first set to Hubi Hurkacz. And, in true Hurkacz fashion, the next two sets go to tiebreaks, both of which Carlos wins handily. Vukic's crazy run is finally ended by Monfils. And Davidovich Fokina continues to show no mercy to top seeds as he takes out Casper. Now, it seems like Alex de Minaur is down and out, seeing as he is down 1-5 against eighth seed Taylor Fritz. But then he wins a game. And then another. And then another. Yes, he somehow manages to win the set and ends up breadsticking Fritz to win the match.

So into the quarterfinals we go. Carlos Alcaraz's streak, starting all the way at Queen's Club, comes to an end as he loses to the inconsistent roller coaster of a player that is Tommy Paul. Davidovich Fokina just keeps winning and beats McDonald 6-4 6-2. And again, it seems like Alex is done for, down 2-5 against Daniil Medvedev. But what do you know: he wins a game. And another. And another. Alex de Minaur does it again and wins the match in straight sets.

In the semifinals, he keeps his momentum going and beats Davidovich Fokina 6-1 6-3. Amidst all this chaos, Alex de Minaur has pulled off numerous feats of excellence and is surely on his way to a title.

But there's one top seed left.

To say that Jannik Sinner cruised through this tournament is almost an understatement. He only lost one set, and he was gifted a walkover in the third round. Tommy Paul, who just beat Alcaraz? Jannik beats him handily, 6-4 6-4.

Alex's reward for his incredible run is a final against someone he is 0-4 against, an in the near future would be 0-7 against.

Before his miracle run ever sprang from that fateful bin, Jannik Sinner emerged from this insane tournament as the winner. And a few months later, it paled in comparison to everything he would do next.

[deliriouslyshipping]

What if Jannik got banned for 2 years and then came back not as a player but as his biggest rival's new coach...

hmmmm

Jannik's return wasn't supposed to be like this. Two years was a long time to go without the sport he loved so dearly. How can anyone be away from their beloved sport from so long and return the same? You can't.

The straps of the bag still feel foreign to him, the racket grip in his hand, though he spent so much time in his living room pretending to swing a ball. Even the feel of the hard court seems like the first time again, like taking your first deep breath of air after choking, unsure if you are even still alive.

Nonetheless, he places the bag down, settling on the bench with a large exhale. Fishing out his bag, he pulls out his water battle and takes a swig, his eyes instinctively looking to his right for his team. Oh right, yeah.

"Tired, already?" A voice calls out, always teasing and pushing him further. It's only fair he does the same. Jannik grins, putting his water away and grabbing his racket. He's going to run this man down just because he can.

The announcement wasn't made mostly due to the player's oversight. Seeing Jannik on the courts, though he did not sign up for any tournaments, brought much speculation, but it's all temporary. Jannik was just happy to see his old colleagues. Their questions were the same as the internet, but Jannik only shook his head with his easy smile. Let him enjoy this moment for a while longer. The criticism will come later, he is sure of it.

It's not until he sits down at the first match is it officially announced. Carlos walks up to him after his warmups, jokingly asking if Jannik needed tips for coaching his first match. Cameras and eyes were on them everywhere. Nonetheless, Jannik says, "stronger first serve, Carlos." Carlos' smile is electric, reminiscent of the man he used to see across the net instead of in his box. Jannik sighs, leaning back in his chair up until the moment Carlos tosses his ball in the air.

Carlos really needs to get this first serve up. Sure enough - and naturally so - the first serve goes straight into the net. Carlos glances his way, very briefly, before he sets up the second serve. Much better.

Jannik spent much of his time off watching matches. It's the closest he could get to the sport. He watched every single one of his, to start. Then he watched all the current matches, then he found himself straying to Carlos' archive. His game had always been one that he found himself losing to, one of the only ones before his suspension. What made him different? Why couldn't he beat him?

(Well, I guess the saying is true; if you can't beat them, join them.)

After a hard point, Carlos turns to him, a strong 'vamos' ringing in the air. Jannik fed off of that, standing to his feet and matching that enthusiasm. His heart is beating like he performed the point with him. Carlos has that effect. Jannik shouts another word of advice before he sits back down. He had hoped to be more impassive, more serious, but how can he be with a player like Carlos Alcaraz? He's all energy, all heat, and any ice Jannik once possessed tended to melt in his presence. It's only fair the trend continues - not like Jannik had much of a choice.

The first set was a simple 6-3. Carlos gets up from his bench early to talk to him, smiling as though he already won. Jannik frowns.

"You forgot your first serves again."

"I made it up in second serve."

"Carlos." Carlos knows he is being serious, but he cannot help but be a nuisance, even mid-match.

"Okay." Jannik can feel the white hairs coming already. How did Juan Carlos last so long with this menace?

"Go."

Sure enough, Carlos did improve his first serves, and it made the second set a much easier 6-2. Carlos lost a deuce battle for the breadstick, but they'll talk about that later. What is nice about coaching Carlos is that he often knows what he needs to fix before Jannik has to say it. When they get to harder matches, he knows the man will look to him, searching for solutions against an opponent giving their all, and Jannik will have to be that guidance. Jannik wonders if he serves more of a reminder to Carlos of who he is; if it helps, it helps.

Carlos thanks the crowd as always and Jannik claps from his seat from his victory. The interview after was as they both expected.

"Carlos, congratulations on your match today. We all can't help but notice someone new and very recognizable on your team."

"Yeah, Jannik -" The crowd stops to cheer and Jannik feels something tight wind in his chest, Carlos giving him all of the time to feel the moment again. "Jannik has been great. I like him better on my side of the court. Easier to beat." There's laughter, and Jannik won't take that personally.

"Is this a new development? Did you wake up this morning and go, 'coach me' or has this been working for a while?" The interviewer may not be doing it intentionally, but the answer to that question could get both of them in trouble. Jannik crosses his arms while he sees how Carlos responds.

"Jannik and I, we've always had a relationship. It was hard to not play with him. But no, I - I woke up and told him to come here." There might be a bit too much information there, but that can slide.

"I do have to ask. You play Arnaldi, another Italian, next. Does having an Italian as a coach give you any upper hand?"

"Upper hand? No. Jannik will probably cheer Arnaldi on more than me, but that's okay." More laughter. "I'll do my best. I have a great team and a great coach, and we'll see." Carlos is stealing his phrase, that little -

"Good luck to you. Carlos Alcaraz, everyone!" Leave it to Carlos to use his goofy charm to overshadow the mess he made in that interview.

Scratch that, leave it to Carlos to make the very next thing he does worse than the interview.

"You like ?" Carlos points backward as if going back in time to the interview. Jannik shakes his head.

"You're getting more media training."

"You know I can't lie." Jannik does know that sadly. Carlos smiles, leaning forward to peck his lips. Oh fuck. There are gasps and yells everywhere. "Fuck -"

"Let's go." They need to get out of here before they have to answer to that too. Carlos follows the direction without fighting or teasing. If only he did that earlier!

Jannik isn't sure if it is harder to be his coach or be his boyfriend.

[sheltoner]

some good things that happened in tennis yesterday (i’m trying to cope):

coco won easily for the first time in forever, she had a double breadstick and only made 4 double faults

leylah fernandez bageled someone

infact, all the canadians are doing well

ons won her match

iga won, so naomiga is officially returning from the war on wednesday

jannik tennis is back

so is daniil and he had a his ballet shoes

ben won :) (he did have to do his losing the first set shenanigans)

frances won for the first time in a million years

monfils actually succeeded in taking out an abuser