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someone needs to update this boy’s height on atp’s website - jannik sinner x reader
dealing with the depression associated with monte carlo 24
Jannik Sinner is not 6’2. You are very sure of this. You are reminded of it every time the Italian man you have fallen head over heels for steps up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder. Sometimes he’s looking at your phone, catching a few minutes of whatever football match you are watching, reading a few lines of the book you are reading. You can’t say you mind it, especially on the instances when one of his arms slips around your waist and rests there while he lingers.
You are reminded of it every time he slips into your king size hotel bed and refuses to complain despite the fact that his ankles are fully hanging off the edge of the bed. Or when the top of his head peeks over the edge of the shower door. He doesn’t even complain about the few times he has to duck through a shorter than normal door when you are out trying a new restaurant.
It’s especially apparent when you’re chilly and after several ignored protests, Jannik uses a gentle but firm hand to slip a pair of his sweatpants up and onto your legs. When he gets them pulled all the way on, entirely deaf to your complaints that you are not a child and can dress yourself, Jannik has to roll the waistband three times to bring them even close to fitting you. He doesn’t mind listening to your ranting. You still offer a soft thank you when he leans in and places a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.
He never complains about his height or the issues that it causes. But when you, trying to prove a point to Gia, pull up his ATP player profile and exclaim that they are lying saying Jannik is only 6’2, he immediately protests. Says it’s probably close because he can’t do the math to convert that to cm right now and it really doesn’t matter anyways. His protests are ignored and the next time you show up to one of his matches, he can’t help a smile when the first time the camera pans to you in his player box you hold up an unfolded sheet of paper with your declaration.
Jannik Sinner is not 6’2
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when it gets cold in the desert - ben shelton x reader
ben’s a clay court champion!!! posting an indian wells throwback to celebrate
Walking out of the hotel, Ben said it again. “You need a coat,” he insisted much to your annoyance. “The sun goes down,” he kept going, ignoring the tail end of an eye roll he saw as you stepped in front of him, “and it gets cold.”
You do not deign to answer him and Ben is well aware that it’s less because you think he’s wrong and more because when you asked him if he would watch the same movie you’ve been watching for two weeks with him he had politely declined. Maybe he’s being kind with the word polite. In his defense, he’d watched the movie with you at least three times and there’s only so much of boys in a boat that he can put up with.
So when the car pulls up to the curb and Ben opens the back door for you to climb in, it is without a jacket or hoodie. Lisa and Bryan in the front of the car greet them as normal and neither comments on the very obvious way you do not speak to Ben. Ben knows the quickest resolution to this is to remain silent until you are interested in talking to him so though you give him a fist bump when he and Bryan leave to go meet with the other players, you do not speak.
Lisa and you don’t sit in the stands for too long before Bryan joins you and the stadium is brimming with people ready for the tie break event.
You clap and cheer as Ben walks out to the court with Emma as you know you are expected to. They play the second of the matches and you are impressed as always by Ben’s abilities. When he and Emma win and the next match is set to start, you feel a chill.
Ben says you are extremely hard headed. Considering he spends the most time around you, it’s not a surprise he is correct. While in between his own matches, Ben spares a few glances up to you beside his mom. You look a bit chilled after his first match. By the time Taylor and Aryna are going to play, he can see you shivering.
The part of Ben that loves being right and more than that loves when you admit you are wrong wants to leave you shivering. But then the chivalry instilled in him from childhood kicks in and at the next change of ends, Ben slips off his hoodie and jogs over to you. You and his parents are a few rows up but when he shouts, “Hey!” and holds up the hoodie, you can easily hear him.
You are stubborn but you are also very cold and aware that this event will be another hour and a half at least so you stand, quickly descending the stairs to stand above Ben.
“You looked a bit cold,” Ben says with a smirk because chivalrous or not, he loves being right. You roll your eyes and lean over the barrier to take the hoodie. Ben’s hand lets go of the hoodie but wraps around your wrist before you pull away. “No thank you?” he asks, that mischievous grin that you love so much on his lips.
Your eyes narrow and you lean forward a few inches more so when you whisper back, “Thank you, daddy,” only Ben can hear it.
You take great delight in watching Ben’s cheeks flush, lips thinning out into an infectious smile as he laughs and lets go of your wrist. Ben offers you a wink before turning and jogging back to the other players. You hop back up the stairs and when seated, slip the warm hoodie over your head.
By the time your head emerges, you see yourself on the big screen. You immediately look away but only as far as the players benches where Ben and a few of the others are looking up at you too. In a very not subtle move, you reach up with one hand to feign scratching at your nose with your middle finger.
You can’t fight the smile when Frances practically falls into Ben’s lap laughing and the rest of the stadium follows. Thankfully, the cameras turn back to Holger about to serve.
You spend the next two hours warm and surrounded by the scent of Ben’s cologne. As Ben and Emma raised their new trophy, Ben’s eyes finding yours and shooting you a wink, you couldn’t help but feel like you had one too.
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i’m completely fine just thinking of that old reddit post where the tagline was the whole “turns out i’m not homophobic i just don’t like when other guys kiss my roommate” but about joe rantz and don hume
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when a RedBull girl loves a Ferrari boy - jannik sinner x reader
There wasn’t much that unnerved Jannik Sinner. On and off court, he’d always been one of the most level headed people in a room. 
One of the few things that could unnerve Jannik was waking up to the sound of you screaming.
The sky was pitch black and any street or building lights that could be seen from Jannik’s hotel were blocked out by the curtains. So when Jannik woke up a little after midnight, he was made very aware of three things very quickly. One, he was alone. His hand had shot to the other side of the bed on instinct and found it completely empty. Two, the room was dark. The curtains and lack of lamp light meant he could see little beyond his own face. Three, a scream had woken me up. Your scream, he was sure. 
He leapt from the bed with a start, tripping over a bag left on the floor before ripping open the bedroom door. He found you immediately. You were standing in front of the brightly lit TV, hands over your face, your back to Jannik. You clearly had not noticed Jannik’s arrival or the panic pulsing through him. Jannik still covered the few strides that separated you with ease, grabbing onto your shoulders and turning your body to face him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, desperate and urgent. You looked up at him, hands covering your mouth and Jannik’s confusion grew tenfold as your eyes narrowed to slits. Your hands came up to push his hands away and you turned back to the TV with a huff of frustration.
Jannik, so well known for his poker face, felt his jaw drop. Driven by confusion and need for some context, his gaze turned to the TV and within moments, he understood. Jannik’s shoulders relaxed, hands coming up to rest on his hips as a breathy laugh escaped his lips. You of course heard it, as you hear everything, and turned on your heel immediately, an accusing finger raised toward your boyfriend.
“Don’t you dare!” Jannik wouldn’t try to hide the grin even if he could as you reached out to slap his shoulder. “You’re awful!” you shouted.
“I’m awful?” Jannik laughed, “You just woke me up at midnight screaming because Max Verstappen is going to lose the race!” 
You let out a pitiful little whine as he said it and turned back to the TV.
“I can’t believe it! Taken out by a faulty brake,” you groaned, dropping back onto the couch in defeat. Jannik felt the urge to roll his eyes but instead stepped over you before settling onto the couch as well.
“Want to come sleep with me?” he asked, slipping his arm around your shoulders. “So you don’t have to watch Carlos win?”
You met his gaze with a glare and shrugged his arm off, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees. Jannik couldn’t help another laugh as he watched you pout, one hand coming up to rub your back. “He can’t win all of the races. You know that,” he tried to reason with you and this time you didn’t immediately rebuff his touch so he leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder.
You contemplated in silence, watching the cars move around the screen for another moment before closing your eyes with a sigh. “I don’t want to hear a single word tomorrow,” you mumbled. Though it sounded like a whine, Jannik was well aware of how serious the underlying threat was and dipped his head, lips pressed in a smile against your shirt.
“Of course, amore,” Jannik whispered back before sitting up and standing from the couch, both hands extended to guide you up as well. You looked up at him with a frown but accepted the offer and let him pull you into a warm hug, “Not a word.”
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how to spend a day in miami - ben shelton x reader
It’s hard to say Miami didn’t go to plan when in fact your plans for Miami were to 1) make sure you didn’t get lost on the way to any of Ben’s matches and 2) not suffer from a heat stroke. As such, Miami definitely went to plan for you. For Ben though, not so much.
Losses on Monday and Tuesday bring you here, sprawled across the couch in your hotel room, your book open and face down on the coffee table in front of you. Ben is standing towards the sliding doors that lead to your balcony on the phone. As he speaks, he looks between the view of the Hard Rock Stadium and back over to you. When you let out an admittedly dramatic sigh, Ben’s lips quirk up in a smile before playfully rolling his eyes. 
Your nonverbal cues work though and Ben is shortly hanging up the phone, crossing the small living space and deftly lifting your legs off the cushion so that he can slip beneath them and join you on the couch. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look directly at Ben.
“When are we leaving?” You ask, knowing Ben’s next tournament will take you back west to Houston. Both of Ben’s hands drop to settle on your ankles, one mindlessly rubbing up to your calf.
“Tomorrow night, flight’s at 3,” Ben answers, head lolling back onto the couch cushion as he closes his eyes.
“Another night in Miami,” you start, “Whatever will we do to entertain ourselves?” You finish your sentence raising one foot to gently kick against Ben’s chest. His hand still on your leg wraps around your ankle, pressing it back down into his lap as his head turns to the side, eyes slowly cracking open. Ben smiles as you raise your eyebrows at him.
“You got any ideas?” Ben asks and you hold back a sigh as his thumb starts rubbing in small circles across your skin.
“Well,” you say, pausing as you consider, “We could go out. Chris is still here, maybe some of the other guys. We could be true to the Miami vibe and go party.” Ben looks unconvinced, so you continue. “Or we could go out to a romantic dinner. Anything is more romantic than the hotel room service,” you and Ben both laugh. “Then,” you let your arms relax, falling back onto the pillow once more, “Then we come back here, watch a movie, and sleep in till 12.”
Both of you are well aware that Ben’s dad would never let you sleep in till noon but you can assume he’ll leave you be until at least 10 am. Hopefully.
Ben purses his lips as he thinks. Then, he moves your legs to the side, pulling his own legs onto the couch and maneuvering himself over you before dropping down practically suffocating you. He laughs at the indignant squeal that escapes you as your hands move to rest on his shoulders, trying to push him off and regain the ability to breathe.
“Or,” Ben drawls, still laughing but lifting himself slightly and shifting some of his weight off of you, “We could stay here and take a nap.”
“I’m down to take a nap, but what then?” you ask because it’s 2 in the afternoon and even if you wanted to go to sleep now you are well aware that you’d be waking Ben up in two hours from sheer boredom alone. Ben tilts his head down, a few stray curls dangling to brush against your forehead as he smiles down at you.
“Then? Whatever you want.”
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 ─ 𝐅𝟏 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ a series of moodboards where formula one drivers are depicted as greek gods ❩ ─ status . . . ❨ ongoing ❩
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❨ masterlist ❩
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄 → charles leclerc
𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 → lando norris
𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 → max verstappen
𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 → carlos sainz
𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀 → george russell
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑
𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐒 → daniel ricciardo
𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 →
𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 → toto wolff
𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐄 →
𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔 →
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀 →
𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀 →
𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒 →
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 → alex albon
𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 →
𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 →
𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐄 →
𝐍𝐘𝐗 →
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 →
𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍 → kimi raikkonen
𝐙𝐄𝐔𝐒 → lewis hamilton
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waffle house - iga swiatek x reader x ben shelton
lil blurb about a throuple i can’t stop thinking about. disclaimer, there is not a waffle house near indian wells. i do not care though
One thing you had learned very quickly about dating athletes was that they were sore losers.
A natural competitive drive and utter devastation at the prospect of losing combined for some of the worst headaches you had ever experienced.
Take tonight for example.
When Ben had suggested he and Iga play together for the tie break tens event before Indian Wells, both you and Iga had shut down the idea very quickly. Not only did Iga already have a consistent mixed doubles partner in Hubi, but considering there was a blanket ban on Ben and Iga even practicing together, there was no way Ben and Iga playing together was gonna happen.
While it was admittedly funny to recall the last time Iga had launched a full can of balls directly at Ben’s head following one of the man’s infamous body serves that you were certain reached heights of 130mph+, everyone agreed that it shouldn’t happen again.
So, Iga paired up with Hubi and Ben found a willing partner in Emma. Despite the fact that there was money on the line, it felt closer to an exhibition match the whole night between the sideline reporting and the fact that all the prize money would be donated to charity. This thought apparently was very naive on your part because now, sitting in a brightly lit Waffle House and you were deeply regretting not only attending this event but letting Iga and Ben sit on the same side of the booth opposite of you.
“You hit a ball directly into me!”
“Maybe you shoulda been paying attention, babe.”
Ben let out something like a squeal as Iga’s fingers dung into his bicep. You let out a long suffering sigh and took a long sip of water. While you wouldn’t admit it to either of them, you’d gotten pretty good at drowning them out when they got like this. Arguments were never won between the two, usually Ben got distracted or Iga just stopped entertaining it for long enough that they both forgot what they were yelling about anyways.
“What do you think?” Your aforementioned method of drowning them out, this time with a perfectly tuned rendition of Pretty Hurts in your head, is cut short with the question directed to you. You focus your gaze to see Ben and Iga staring at you expectantly. You glance between them and know that even if you were willing to admit you hadn’t been listening and ask what they were talking about, you didn’t really care to know.
So instead you shrug, take another sip of water and say “I thought you both looked really hot.”
Your compliment gets the same reaction as always. A satisfied grin spreads across Ben’s face as he laughs. Iga’s cheeks flush a very flattering shade of pink and she rolls her eyes.
“Glad to be your eye candy for the night,” Ben shoots back with a wink.
Iga snorts and Ben turns his attention back to her and you know another round of teasing arguments are to come so you lean back against the booth with a smile and watch the two people you love laugh and poke and fight.
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buck and bucky are so take me to bed or lose me forever. hold let me explain.
bucky is singing and terribly at that and buck stops him and says “john,” and bucky looks over and quiets and gale smiles “take me to bed or lose me forever.”
and bucky smiles and says “show me the way home, honey.”
i have a vision.
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quiet acts of love that make me cry 🫂
prompt list by @novelbear
always giving the other the first bite of their food
^ or the last bite
gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture/peeking at something
kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.
zipping or buttoning their jacket for them
when they follow the sidewalk rule :(
^ like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side...omg
waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off
"did you eat today?"
softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating
^ or even better: kissing it off
"wear a jacket, it's cold out."
watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.
^ not because they asked them to, but to be able to engage in more conversation related to it when they adorably ramble on and on.
doing their makeup for them
"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"
keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit.
opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down
lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos
absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times
fixing their clothes a little for them when noticing something is off
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the date saga - a ben shelton x reader social media au
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ynusername not only did benji take this pic… he tied the bow too 😍
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user1 i love the collective shock in the comments that ben can take a good pic
↪️user2 good pic but damn he messed up that bow
↪️user1 lol its the thought that counts i guess
benshelton pretty girl 😘
↪️ynusername pretty boy ❣️
cocogauff looks like a toddler did that bow
↪️ynusername 🤣
↪️benshelton so that’s how it is???
↪️cocogauff 🤷
user3 ben getting dragged in his girlfriend’s comments is my favorite mainstay of this relationship
↪️user4 i think mine is the late night drive videos
↪️user5 oh my yes!! nothing beats their karaoke sessions
↪️user6 i swear they refuse to go on like normal dates but i love it
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benshelton alright i got the girl her ice cream so yall can chill out now
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ynusername 😍
↪️ynusername thank you for sharing 💗
↪️benshelton best of both worlds baby
user1 as he should
user2 yayyy y/n got her ice cream!!!
atptour Looks so good!
user3 ben really trying to beat the bad boyfriend allegations
user4 ughh i love y/n’s nails in this soooooo much
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benshelton night in celly since ice cream got banned
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cocogauff that pizza on your meal plan?
↪️benshelton the old man approved
ynusername 10/10 evening until you threw a chocolate almond IN MY EYE
↪️benshelton i really thought you would catch it in your mouth
↪️ynusername YOU GAVE ME NO WARNING
↪️user1 😆😆😆
user2 seemed like a cute date but then i read the comments 🤣
benshelton really ynusername gonna drag me and act like you didn’t spill sweet tea down my shirt???
↪️ynusername you wanna be a victim soooo bad you leave out the part where you jumped on top of me while i was holding the tea
↪️ynusername where did you think it was gonna go baby???
↪️benshelton this is what i get for wanting to cuddle
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ynusername don’t pay attention to the bags under benji’s eyes we totally got to bed at a reasonable time last night
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benshelton would have gotten to bed sooner but someone insisted I take a 30 minute shower
↪️ynusername benjamin you laid on the ground in a parking lot and rolled around for an hour but excuse me for asking you to wash your freaking hair
↪️user1 ben thanking god and all that’s holy that he doesn’t have any matches this week.
↪️user2 breakfast date being the only one where they don’t injure each other is so real
ynusername ben accidentally stabbed me with the toothpick pretending it was a lightsaber
↪️user3 WHAT
↪️user4 im wheezing wtf
benshelton okay i said i was sorry about the toothpick. not my fault you got slow reflexes
↪️ynusername omg im so sorry i wasn’t ready for a toothpick lightsaber fight at 8am
↪️ynusername you’re right, totally my bad
↪️user5 bets on y/n locking him out of the car?
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benshelton back on our bs, yall dont snitch
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user1 boy is about to get his a beattttt
cocogauff stick it to the man ben
↪️benshelton i swear if you tell him
user2 HAHA they lasted what two weeks????
ynusername reunited AND IT FEELS SO GOOD
↪️benshelton sometimes i think you like ice cream more than you like me
↪️ynusername so i put up with your awful date ideas for the past two weeks for nothing????
↪️benshelton hurtful
user3 obsessed with this saga and specifically what ben’s dad will say when someone inevitable shows him this
atptour 👀
↪️benshelton istg
bigfoe1998 nice knowin ya dude
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ynusername blocked benji’s dad for this
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benshelton totally worth the crap imma get for this
↪️ynusername awwww, you mean the company right??
↪️benshelton umm sure
user1 your honor i love them
user2 thank god. if we had to see one more of ben’s botched date ideas i was gonna scream
↪️user3 y/n is tougher than any marine
↪️user2 the whole navy too
iga.swiatek 😂😂😂
↪️ynusername if ben keeps acting up imma recruit you for my ice cream dates
↪️cocogauff 🙁
ynusername girl chill you’re coming too
↪️benshelton love all my dates with you 💗
ynusername 🥹
↪️ynusername okay fine you can sit on the couch with me
↪️user4 okay wtf she put him on the floor?????
↪️ynusername he was being mean
↪️user4 im sorry, you are completely right. he deserved to be on the floor
↪️benshelton no support anywhere. alright, i see you
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Eyes on the West Bank, please.
(And a reminder - 'Israeli' settlers are not innocent bystanders and at this time especially they're being armed by the likes of Ben Gvir - and military service is mandatory for 'citizens'.)
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Louder for the dipshits in the back.
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EMERGENCY PROTESTS FOR RAFAH
CANADA Feb 12 Montreal - 5 PM Ottawa - 4:30 PM Toronto - 5:30 PM Feb 13 Montreal - 5:30 PM UNITED STATES Feb 12 Austin - 5 PM Cleveland - 5:30 PM Los Angeles - 3 PM New York - 4 PM Seattle - 6 PM Washington DC - 6:30 PM
Feb 13 Atlanta - 7 PM Houston - 4 PM Philadelphia - 5:30 PM San Francisco - 5:30 PM
I'm sure more will be announced in the next few hours, please add any you see!!
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israel is bombing rafah. as you read this, israel is bombing the one place they told palestinians was safe. they kept pushing the palestinians south and now they are bombing the only "safe" place left. israel is bombing rafah.
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People in Gaza have been saying this would happen since the very start, as soon as the occupation started corralling everyone into the southern part of the strip they said this would happen. We watched it happen as the “safe” zones grew smaller and smaller and every time Rafah was targeted by air strikes even before this. And no one who could actually stop this lifted a finger. It’s been 129 days.
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it’s looking like the iof have officially breached rafah. every palestinian i follow, most of whom have now been displaced to rafah, are posting that there’s non-stop bombing and sounds of clashes between the resistance and the israeli army (x, x, x). the rnn telegram is also reporting that armed clashes are taking place in northwest of the city and israeli bombing is concentrated around al-kuwaiti hospital (x, x). many martyrs already (x, x, x). in palestine, the time is currently just past 2am on 12th february 2024.
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