BIRTHDAY BOY ~Ben Shelton

ben shelton is so fun to watch when you don't have a bitch in your ear saying he's arrogant

FINALLY A GOOD BEN OUTFIT LET'S GOOOO I'M DYING HE LOOKS SO GOOD

MATCHING HALLOWEEN OUTFITS ~Ben Shelton

Pairings: ben shelton x female reader

Warnings: uhhh...non? Kiss?

A/N: Happy halloween everyone!!! Short but cute, right? Love this one

Special tag: @dialedins luv you

The first thing you tought about when you saw your best friends Halloween costume matching with her boyfriend was to do it with ben too.

So that's why you're here now, 10pm, Paris, on the king size bed in your hotel. Ben exhausted from the season. All the matches he played and the flights. He was resting while hugging your side, his eyes heavy and body sore. You were with your computer on your lap, looking for matching outfits.

“Babe look at these” you ruffle his hair to wake him up.

Two costumes, one, the female one, being Natasha Romanoff, the tight zip on suit and the red wig, the male one being bucky Barnes, suit and sleeve for the metal arm.

His eyes opens wide when he sees the Natasha one. He liked the characters and their love story in the comics, but her suit was exactly like the actual one. Tight and revealing(without all the zip on), so that means part of your, amazing, breasts would show. That's a no-no for ben. He only gets to see them.

“No way babe that's too revealing in not letting you go out with that on” he shakes his head, then put it back on your chest, his other hand coming up to squeeze one of your breasts possessively

“Nobody can see them” he affirms.

He gets back to rest.

“This ones, love?” You call him

It was art and tashi from challengers, you alredy have the rackets and similar clothes, so why not?

“But I'm not blonde, baby” he says

“You can still dress up as Patrick”

“Nah, I'm on team art”

He declines the idea. He alredy thinks about tennis too much. If you give him a racket while going out in matching costumes he'd be practicing with the air all the time.

“These?”

The narrator and marla from fight club.

“Fight club, huh? Good movie (and book!!) But I don't want to dress upppp…i hate ties”

“You're so stubborn! It's just for one night!” You reply, but he doesn't change idea.

“Joker and Harley?” You propose

“Nah, too revealing for you and I don't want any make up”

“No make up??? Whattt…but it's Halloween!”

“Babe I promise you next year well do anything you want, okay? But now I'm tired”

You give up.

Now it's Halloween. You ended up dressing as the couple from subway surfers, you're still upset because it's a cheap and no effort costume and you wanted to do something amazing, something from tim Burton maybe.

You were wearing a white top, blue jeans, air forces and a red cap. Ben was matching but with a grey hoodie and a sleeveless jeans jacket.

“Look at us, babe, we look so good” ben says, you pout. You didn't wanted this costumes.

“Ohhh cmon love don't be stubborn, next year we'll do whatever you want, okay?” He cups your face and take off your sunglasses.

He kisses you, softly, showing his love, and mumbling the promise he just told you, so that it can't be broken

putting taylor in the decider… great 😬😬

We need you to write more for Ben hehe

I will, I will...

Maybe today I'll start another one shot🤭

When i Say i was SWEATING during the tie break

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Under the Stars

After a long day of training, Ben invites the reader for a romantic evening under the stars in his backyard. With fairy lights twinkling overhead and a cozy picnic set up, they enjoy each other’s company, share dreams, and strengthen their bond. As the night deepens, heartfelt confessions lead to a passionate moment that brings them even closer together.

The sun had just set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as you stepped into Ben's backyard. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and you felt an undeniable warmth as you took in the romantic scene before you. Fairy lights twinkled above, casting a soft glow over the picnic blanket laid out on the grass, surrounded by an array of your favorite snacks.

“Hey, you made it!” Ben called, his voice filled with genuine excitement as he turned from the cooler, where he was pulling out drinks. He looked relaxed in a fitted T-shirt and shorts, his hair slightly tousled from practice.

“Of course! You think I’d miss an invitation from you?” you replied with a playful grin, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the evening air made you feel at home. “I was hoping you’d come,” he murmured against your hair.

As you settled onto the blanket, Ben poured you both glasses of sparkling water, the bubbles rising playfully. You started munching on your favorite snacks, sharing stories and laughing about the day’s training.

After a while, the conversation turned more serious. Ben leaned back on his hands, looking at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “You know, I’ve been thinking about how much you mean to me,” he began, his voice soft yet steady.

You met his gaze, curiosity and anticipation swirling inside you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t just see you as my girlfriend. You’re my partner, my support. You make me better on and off the court, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

His words sent a rush of warmth through you, making your cheeks flush. “I feel the same way, Ben. You’ve brought so much joy into my life, and I can’t help but fall for you more every day.”

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made your heart flutter. “I want to build a future with you. I want us to experience everything together, the highs, the lows, and all the in-between moments that make life special.”

You felt tears of happiness prick at your eyes as you took in his confession. “I want that too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

In that moment, the world faded away, and it was just the two of you beneath the stars. Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was tender yet passionate, conveying all the love and affection you shared. When you pulled back, your foreheads resting against each other, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Maybe we should do this more often,” you suggested, your voice light with affection.

Ben chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Definitely. How about we make it a weekly thing? Just you and me, under the stars?”

“I’d love that,” you said, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

As you leaned back, resting against his shoulder, the night deepened around you, filled with laughter, whispers, and promises for the future. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his presence, you knew this was exactly where you belonged.

Please write more Ben Shelton fluff? Smth like you being a pro tennis player, maybe even ranked a bit higher in women’s tennis and teaming up for a mixed doubles and it’s super cute and flirty and accidental physical touches like hand holding or brushing hands etc or after winning sets he hugs you tight or pecks your cheek etc stuff like that??? Thank youu

omg first request?? loved writing this

Courtside Chemistry - Ben Shelton

The stadium lights shone bright as the mixed doubles match was about to begin. You glanced over at Ben Shelton, already grinning as he bounced on the balls of his feet, adjusting his racket. Ranked 13th in the world, he had that natural confidence that made everything look effortless, but it was the unspoken chemistry between you two that made this match interesting.

“Ready to carry me?” Ben asked, flashing you a playful smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Carry you? Pretty sure I’m ranked higher, remember?”

His grin widened. “Touché.”

The banter eased the tension, but as the match kicked off, it was game on. The two of you moved in perfect sync, rallying back and forth with your opponents, but every now and then, there’d be a soft brush of skin, an accidental touch that left you hyperaware of his presence.

At one point, you both lunged for the same ball, and your fingers tangled. His hand wrapped briefly around yours, sending a spark up your arm.

“Didn’t mean to steal your shot,” he teased, though his fingers lingered just a little too long.

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “You can leave the shots to me, Shelton.”

The match was neck-and-neck, but you both held your ground, with Ben hyping you up between points. “You’re unreal out here,” he murmured after a particularly tough volley.

His voice was soft, and for a second, you almost forgot you were in the middle of a match. “Focus, Shelton,” you reminded him, though your own heart was racing faster than usual.

When the two of you won the first set, Ben turned to you immediately, arms wide open. Before you could react, he pulled you into a tight hug, the warmth of his body catching you off guard. “We’re on fire!” he whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. And just like that, he pressed a quick peck to your cheek, so fast you weren’t sure it even happened. But judging by the smug look on his face, it definitely did.

“Was that necessary?” you asked, trying to keep your cool, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

“Absolutely,” he winked.

In the second set, things heated up even more. You could feel the eyes of the crowd, but all your attention was on Ben. His constant encouragement, his little laughs when you made a great shot, and the way he’d nudge your shoulder every time you passed each other.

And then, during one particularly intense point, you both dashed towards the net at the same time. You barely managed to return the ball when you collided with him, chest-to-chest. The ball went out of bounds, but neither of you moved, standing frozen in place, faces inches apart.

“Guess we make a good team, huh?” Ben said, voice low, his eyes locked on yours.

You swallowed, feeling the heat of his body so close to yours. “Yeah,” you breathed out, barely able to focus.

When you won the second set and the match, Ben wasted no time. Before the crowd even started cheering, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close again. “Guess I’m lucky to have the world’s best partner,” he said softly, his voice a little more serious now, as he pressed another kiss to your cheek, this one lingering longer than the first.

The crowd roared, but all you could think about was the way Ben’s hand felt on your waist and how he seemed a little reluctant to let go.