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

Tangled in Love

Pairing: Ben Shelton x F!Reader

Warnings: None

The house buzzed with energy as you walked through the front door, greeted by the familiar sounds of family chatter and kids' laughter bouncing off the walls. You could already hear Ben’s voice carrying from the living room, mixed in with the playful shrieks of his nieces and nephews. A smile tugged at your lips these family gatherings always had a way of feeling like home, no matter how chaotic they got.

As you rounded the corner, you stopped in your tracks, the scene in front of you too precious to disturb. Ben was sprawled out on the floor, totally surrendered to the chaos of four tiny bodies piling on top of him. He was laughing so hard his eyes were squeezed shut, his arms pinned to the ground by one particularly determined little girl. His hair was a mess of curls, half of it falling across his forehead as he tried, and failed,to shake off his captors.

“Hey!” His eyes flickered open when he spotted you, still grinning even with a five-year-old perched on his chest. “A little help here?”

You leaned against the doorway, crossing your arms with a playful smirk. “No way, you’re on your own. You look like you’ve got it handled.”

The tallest of the kids, Ben’s nephew, who took his role as “team leader” very seriously, jumped to his feet. “We need reinforcements!” He looked straight at you, eyes wide with purpose. “Auntie, help us! We have to take him down!”

You laughed, already being pulled by the hand into the fray. “Oh no, I don’t think this is fair. You’ve got him pretty cornered already,” you teased, but before you knew it, you were kneeling beside them, part of the tangle of arms and legs.

Ben shot you a look of pure betrayal. “Traitor!” He groaned dramatically, but you could see the affection in his eyes, the way his smile softened when he looked at you.

It was moments like this that reminded you why you adored him so much, not just because he could charm his way through any conversation or light up the court, but because he was just so good with his family. He was patient, playful, and every bit the big kid when he needed to be.

One of the younger girls, with the cutest little pigtails, suddenly declared, “We win! Uncle Ben is squished!” She flopped down onto his chest, giggling uncontrollably.

Ben groaned again, rolling his eyes in mock defeat. “Alright, alright, you got me. I surrender.”

You let out a breathless laugh, collapsing onto the floor beside him. The kids started to disperse, distracted by another game across the room, leaving you two in a heap. Ben turned his head to look at you, still catching his breath from all the wrestling. “You know,” he said quietly, “if I had known they’d get you on their team, I would’ve trained harder.”

“Please,” you snorted. “You didn’t stand a chance.”

His eyes softened, a tender smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “I like seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice lower now, more serious than the playful banter from moments before. “With my family. It feels… right.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words. Before you could say anything, one of the kids yelled from across the room, “Uncle Ben, come play hide and seek!” And just like that, the moment was gone, his playful grin reappearing as he got to his feet, offering you a hand.

“Better go defend my honor,” he said with a wink before jogging off to join them.

You stayed there for a moment, watching as he dove right back into the chaos. Your chest swelled with a familiar warmth, knowing that this right here, in the middle of his family, surrounded by laughter and love was exactly where you belonged.

He's just so cute I can't😩

barking

MASTERLIST!!!

TENNIS PLAYERS

-Ben Shelton

-who's benny?

-wrong hoodie

-birthday boy

-matching Halloween outfits

Long fic: TRAIN WITH ME

-Part 1

I'll continue it I swear be patient I'm a bitch I know

This laver cup edition was all a meme

oh how we have been FED

i seriously wanna know what twink is running the atp tour account

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.

hands down the best part of this picture is blurry Papa Alcaraz in the background. it’s giving ‘my dad said he could take us to the basketball game so ask your parents if you can come’

Why this Is literally me

I’m excited for Shelfoe maybe I’m secretly not European anymore

Forced to root for Europe born to root for world

carlos v bshelton.. why are we pitying our beautiful queens against each other

BIRTHDAY BOY ~Ben Shelton

Pairing: ben shelton x gn reader

Warnings: kiss(is that even a warning?)

Nine of October. Ben's birthday.

You were in your country for one of his tournaments this week.

He was so excited, he wanted to win even more, to give a present to himself. And the fact that you're here to support him lights up in his heart pure joy and pride.

It's almost midnight, almost his birthday. You made him stay up even if he was exhausted after a long and tiring match to wish him a happy birthday the second the clock will say it's the ninth.

You were waiting impatiently with him in your hotel room, with a little protein cake you bought in the afternoon (he'd eat a traditional cake but he needs to stay healthy😭) and a countdown up on your computer.

*11:57 pm*

Ben groans and lays down

“Babe I'm so tired can't we go to sleep and you'll wish me a happy birthday in the morning?” He whines

“No, love. I want to do it at midnight!” You reply, he smiles and chuckles tiredly to your excitement

“You're impossible” he jokes, he loves that you're so determined sometimes you don't listen to everyone. He likes your stubbornness, sometimes.

“You love it” you tease him, you know that if he really wanted to go to sleep he would have. But he wanted you to give him a birthday kiss at midnight too, so he pretended to be too exhausted just to see you annoyed and determined.

*11:58 pm*

He puts a hand on your shoulder and pushes you in a played position on the comfy bed, he lays on his elbow and tries to kiss you

“No, not yet” you scold him and pinch his cheek

“What? Whyyyyy? Then when? Cmon give me a kiss, beautiful” he pleas

“At midnight, handsome” you pop his nose with the tip of your index finger, smiling as he pouts

*11:59 pm*

“Just one more minute and you can kiss me how much you want” you tell him

“Oh yeah? How much I want?” He smirks and teases you, it'll be a long night.

“Yes but since you're so exhausted I expected just a few” you play along

“Oh baby, seems like I'm not that exhausted after all..” He smiles like a child. That stupid smile you fell in love with.

You get up and start to record him with the cake on his lap

*00:00*

He smiles and blow the candles, looking at you, even if he should look in the camera.

“Happy birthday, baby” you say and stop the video. He immediately puts the cake on the nightstand and pulls you by your waist on his lap.

“Thank you, babe, now…where's my kiss?” He smiles and pulls you into a sweet kiss

He cups your chin and deepens the kiss, his tongue licking your lower lip to get access and dance with yours. His other arm is hugging your waist and tracing your side in soft circles.

When he pulls away to breath you can speak “my birthday boy…” you whisper, your foreheads are touching and you're making eye contact, you pull him into another kiss.

I don't need to specify that it will be indeed a long night.

A/N: this Is so short i apologize😭😭 tell me if y'all want a longer version

ALSO I'm so sorry it's taking me so London to write p2 of train with me but I don't have motivation and I forget