Tangled In Love

As an Italian I hate French people even more now because they booed ben the whole match... Like...poor baby...I feel bad..

This Laver Cup? More like Lover Cup

Petition to put ben in team Europe instead of zverat because he's the only one that deserve the win

TRAIN WITH ME ~Ben Shelton

Part 1

Ben shelton x reader

Prompt: you are a tennis player and your father trains you, too much. One day you faint and after you and ben happen to see each other.

Warnings: abuse, overtraining, fainting, mentions of hospitals

You're supposed to be the N1

You're supposed to be a rising star

You're supposed to be in the top 10

You're supposed to train bett

You're supposed to have a perfect technique

You're supposed to win every match, every point

You're supposed to serve better, to never double fault

You are a failure

A failur

A failu

A fail

A fai

A fa

A f

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These are your thought, slowly fading away as you faint, on the cold floor of the hotel gym. After training for five hours in a row with your dad.

Those thoughts. They were the words your father say to you, every god damn day of your life.

Five hours ago, he dragged you away from the food you were eating, you didn't deserve it, he said. You only need to train, train, and train.

He made you run for three hours, only taking two little breaks, that was more than enough, your father said.

It's 6pm, he went to book a court for two hours for you to train after ‘dinner’, which he won't let you eat.

I will introduce yourself, if you let me. You are the child of a ex-pro player, your father was, twenty years ago, a slam champion and the n1 in the world.

When you were born, he didn't wanted a child. He wanted a prodigy. A pro student and player.

Your family, being rich, always made teacher come to your house to teach you, homeschooling you for years. The only time you would socialize where when your father would take you to elegant events about tennis or introduce you to other rich people. They usually were all adults, and the kids you would befriend in those nights were all spoiled and already acting like adults. They had the latests phones and clothes, they had perfect grades and everything they wanted, you, on the other side, had the things you needed to live when you deserved them. If you didn't train your father won't feed you or make you sleep in the cold and old basement.

At four years old, you were already winning kid tournaments, at 10 you won the national under 10 tournament, at 12 the under 12 one, at 14 the under 14 one, and at 15 your father made you play qualifying in the us open, you played small tournaments before in other countries, some 250 or 500 and a challenger 1000, but never a slam.

That week you won three rounds, but you got another qualifier prodigy at the fourth, which you lost to.

And your father let's say…he wasn't happy. The opposite. He was in the stands when you lost, your opponent celebrating, you shook hands and saw your fathers glare. You knew what was coming. And it was terrible.

That night you got beaten by him. And hard. You still have those scars, and you slept in the basement.

But what does you mom do to your father treating you like shit? Nothing.

She can't do anything. She's dead. A disease, the doctors says.

The truth?

Your father poisoned her slowly, it made her develop a disease. And the doctors? Corrupted by him.

Let's get back to the current time.

When your father left you sat on the floor of the empty gym, your father paid the hotel to have it exclusively for you when you wanted (when he did, just to specify, you had no word on this).

Your heart beating fast, too fast. It feels like it'll explode any second. Your ears were ringing, your vision blurry, your whole body not just sore, but exhausted by the excessive training.

You fainted.

Two hours later, getting shoken by someone made you regain consciousness. It was you father calling you to train.

In the two hours he left you were supposed to get back to your hotel room and study, and he's already mad because you're still in the gym.

“Were you sleeping, huh? Don't lie! I told you you had to study! What were you doing?! Resting? You don't need that!” He slapped you. Your left cheek reddening.

He made you get up and pushed you outside, then to the tennis courts.

You had to train with the strength you didn't had, the only this you looked towards every day was sleep.

You entered the court, there were hard courts divided by two benches and a umpire seat.

You didn't think that any other player would be playing in those courts, since usually your father books a secluded one where there's just you two training, because he has the habit to yell at you when you make mistakes.

But you see a young player in the second court, you recognize him, *Ben Shelton*, you never actually look at others players or chat with them, but sometimes Ben came to you to chat since you started playing professionally.

You wave at him, hoping he won't notice the eyebags under your eyes and the state you're in. More on the other side than on earth.

Ben was training with his father and coach, Bryan, having a parent as a coach isn't a pleasant thing, for you. But Ben seems to love being coached by Bryan. Well, can't blame him, Bryan's a sweet man, not an abuser.

You place your bag on the bench near the one where put his. You father was still at the gate, chatting with another coach, while Ben and Bryan came to you.

“hey! Long time no see, huh? Been some months since we talked, I wonder why you never get seen anywhere other than tennis courts. Anyway, how's it going?” Ben says

“Hey, nice to see you again ben! I'm alright, a bit tired, my old man's killing me. But don't tell him I'm complaining” you joke, still by telling a truth.

“Mine isn't taking back either, I feel like dying every practice ahah”

“That's not true, ben, I train you the right amount. Not too much, like their father does. Are you sure you're not training too much, bud?” Bryan chimes in.

You're eyes widen the much they can because you're so tired to actually make a shocked expression, what do you reply to that? You could tell the truth, ben was the closest thing you had to a friend after all, or you could lie, and if they believed you you'll probably faint again and go to the hospital.

You stay silent for a moment, their eyes locked on your face, concerned and worried about you.

What will happen? Find out in part 2!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this at school so it might not be that good, but let me know what you think! Should I continue this?? I already have the part two in mind but no spoilers🤭

So who has the illegal streaming site for tennis? Bc I certainly don’t. But my inbox is certainly open!!

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.

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Yall can ask anything i swear

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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

Ben Sheldon’s dad looks so… not exactly comforting, but like he fully believes in you. He has such a warm gaze and very open face