Ben Shelton's New IG Post Whatttt?!

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

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This Laver Cup? More like Lover Cup

Forced to root for Europe born to root for world

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

We need you to write more for Ben hehe

I will, I will...

Maybe today I'll start another one shot🤭

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.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEN SHELTON!!!

I wish him the best birthday even if he just lost to sinner. He deserves all the love in the world and the people that says he's arrogant don't know him. HB pookie😛😘

“hey, what are you looking at?”

Say It louder

not only is paris bercy the worst because of everyone being tired or ill ... the french crowd is so nasty omg they literally cheer at foreign players' mistakes it's embarrassing. out of all the tournaments this crowd is the worst i swear.

paris bercy has the #1 worst crowd in all of tennis for sure