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

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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.

When i Say i was SWEATING during the tie break

benjamin.

Also (me again) a long ben Shelton about your first date? Like maybe Bryan had to give Ben the confidence to ask you out after being friends with you for so long and you’re both at a red carpet event when he does ask you in private and how that date goes/ what he plans and how he dresses and how it ends etc.

More Than Friends - Ben Shelton

Ben’s hands felt a little too warm, stuffed in his pockets as he shifted awkwardly. The red carpet was full of flashing cameras, people calling his name, but all he could focus on was you. You stood just a few feet away, smiling as you posed for a few photos. Your outfit was stunning, perfectly suited for the glitz of the event, and Ben couldn’t help but stare.

“Man, you gotta ask her out tonight,” his dad, Bryan, had told him earlier. “You’ve been friends for too long to not give it a shot. Just go for it.”

But the thought of ruining the friendship, the one constant he had, made his chest tighten. You and Ben had been friends for so long that asking you out felt like crossing some invisible line he wasn’t sure he was ready for. But here you were, more beautiful than ever, and Bryan’s words echoed in his head.

As the event wrapped up and the cameras shifted elsewhere, Ben caught your eye. “Hey,” he started, voice steady despite the nerves bubbling underneath. “You wanna get out of here for a bit?”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Ditching the red carpet already?”

Ben chuckled, running a hand through his short curls. “Yeah, well, I had something else in mind.”

You followed him out of the chaotic scene, slipping into the quiet behind the scenes. The city lights outside the venue glowed softly through the large windows, casting everything in a warm, golden hue. Ben paused and turned to face you, the tension finally catching up to him.

“Look,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’ve been thinking… for a while now actually, and I know we’re friends, good friends, but I was wondering if you’d wanna go on a date with me? Like, tonight?”

You blinked, surprised but clearly amused. “Ben, are you asking me out on a date… after dragging me out of a red carpet event?”

He laughed, the nervous energy bubbling out as he looked away for a second. “Yeah, I guess I am. But I’ve had this planned, trust me.”

You tilted your head, clearly intrigued. “Planned, huh? Alright, Shelton, I’m in.”

The rooftop was perfect. String lights were strung up above, casting a soft glow over the cozy setup. A small table, set for two, waited for you in the middle of the space, with the city skyline stretching out around you. Ben watched as you took in the sight, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Wow,” you breathed, clearly impressed. “Okay, I didn’t expect this.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Ben said with a grin, pulling out your chair for you.

You sat down, still a little in awe. “So, when exactly did you plan all this?”

“Let’s just say I had it ready in case… I ever worked up the courage.” Ben rubbed his hands together, clearly still a little nervous despite the charm he was putting on.

The night was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and moments where the two of you just stared out at the lights below. Despite the fact that this was your first date, it didn’t feel awkward at all, more like an extension of the friendship you’d always shared.

Ben, however, was different tonight. A little more thoughtful, a little more attentive. He kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking, and his smile held something deeper than usual. It wasn’t until dessert, though, that he finally let himself say what had been on his mind.

“You know,” he started, his voice softer than before. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. Like, a long while.”

You set your fork down, your curiosity piqued. “Yeah? What held you back?”

He looked down, fingers tapping lightly on the table before he met your gaze again. “I was scared, honestly. We’ve been friends forever, and I didn’t want to mess that up. But I… I like you. More than just as a friend.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.

“Ben,” you began, your voice soft, “you could’ve told me that sooner, you know.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, took a little push from my dad.”

You smiled, leaning back in your chair as you watched him. “And here I thought you were fearless on and off the court.”

“I am!” he protested, grinning as he leaned in slightly. “Just… not when it comes to you.”

The playful banter between you was easy, but beneath it all, there was a tenderness you hadn’t realized was there before. The night ended with a slow walk under the stars, Ben’s hand brushing against yours as he reached out to hold it. Neither of you said much, but the silence was comfortable, filled with all the things that didn’t need to be said.

As the two of you stopped outside your place, Ben turned to face you, his eyes filled with that same nervous energy from earlier. “So, was that okay? First date and all?”

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand gently. “It was perfect.”

He leaned in then, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your forehead before stepping back, his grin spreading wide. “Good. ‘Cause I’m planning on taking you out again.”

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.