Why This Is Literally Me

putting taylor in the decider… great 😬😬

When i Say i was SWEATING during the tie break

benjamin.

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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

This laver cup edition was all a meme

oh how we have been FED

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

A

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🤭

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

YES BEN LET'S GOOOO!!! UTS FRANKFURT CHAMP!!!

WHO'S BENNY? -Ben Shelton

prompt: you were scrolling on tiktok when you saw a video of a girl flirting with your boyfriend

Warnings: none? A bit of teasing and dirty talk (not too dirty)

Credits: @b0r3dtod3ath I got really inspired by their fic about a fan calling Ben 'benny' so I wrote this

you have been dating Ben for about a year now, he’s a good boyfriend, kind, sweet, charming, clingy, hot, and the list goes on for at least a whole tennis court…

you aren’t someone who gets jealous easily, and Ben is a loyal partner, he would never imagine going with someone else, who would be saying all the things they want to do to him every time they see him shirtless and sweaty and make him embarrassed trying not to get too excited if not you?

just kidding (maybe not) he loves you so much he would be desperate without you.

after a long day, you finally find some peace, sitting on the king-size bed you and your boyfriend shares in your hotel room and scrolling on TikTok, you look at your FYP, some funny videos pops up, you look at the time, 9pm, ben is still training and you haven’t had dinner yet, you miss him a lot since you didn’t have the chance to see him today.

searching his name on TikTok, some really good edits pops up as the first videos, after his profile of course. you already follow all of the accounts (not with your main, verified, account tho, that’d be risky, so you created a fake fan of Ben account to get freaky drooling with the editors), macaaroonss, mag1.c, sheltixx, clouislxve, and dialedins (with her very bold captions that would send her to jail if you or Ben’d sue her, but you don’t because you, obviously, relate to them).

you like all their new posts, then, scrolling a bit more, a new video of Ben pops up, it was from yesterday, after his training, he was leaving the courts and a bunch of fans asked for photos and autographs. he was happy to do it, of course, he loves his fans, but, while taking the photo, one hugged his arm, and it looked like she was clinging onto him for dear life, as the video continues, the girl keeps trying to ger Bens attention even when he’s talking to other fans.

that angered you, you felt…jealous?

looking at your boyfriend getting hugged and talking to other people usually didn’t bother you, but this time was different, the girl wasn’t just ‘talking’ to him, she was flirting!

the videos show her touching Ben’s bicep, squeezing it, and he looked uncomfortable, but she kept smiling ans said:

“hey Benny! I really like how you play…I’m getting really into tennis because of you…would you be up to some private coaching with me?”

her voice was filled with lust, her tone was flirty, and her lips curled up in a smile filled with hope. it was clear that she wasn’t someone who ever got a ‘no’ as an answer and she wasn’t expecting one now.

she gets even closer to Ben, eager to know the answer.

you were eager to know it too, the tension building up in your body, your heart aching. you trust Ben, you two were in love after all…would he really cheat on you? the girl was pretty, you had to say that, but he was yours and yours only. you felt…possesive, for the first time during your relationship, scared he’d choose someone else over you.

and he says:

“i’m sorry. who’s Benny? never heard of him. but if you want a coach i know a good one who is now teaching in the next court” and heads out of the courts.

a sigh of relief escaped your lips and your head, which you didn’t realized you lifted with eagerness, plops on the soft pillow. you stay like that for a few seconds, enjoying the new feeling of relief that got in your heart.

then you save the video, to watch in case you ever feel insecure and think Ben would choose some pretty person over you.

you decided to take a break from your watching session and lay on the bed in a starfish position, taking all the space, you throw your phone at the end of the bed, hoping it won’t fall, and think about how your life has been much better since you met Ben.

how you met, how he helped you when you needed money, or a shoulder to cry on, how lovely he is even when you’re mad at him, how he treats you like royality, how…perfect he is.

your eyelids felt heavy, you slowly fall in a sleep you needed all day, dreaming of Ben winning the US open, hitting one last winner on the championship point, falling on the ground, racket slipping off his hand and on the humid court, eyes watery, he jumps up to shake his opponents and the umpire’s hand, then he screams and do the ‘phone celebration’, or maybe a new special one he kept for this victory. the he sports you in his box, he runt to you, cups your face in his big, sweaty, hands and kiss you. a passionate kiss, you can feel all his happiness by how his liès are moving. he’s holding back, you know you’ll be getting a needy and cocky Ben tonight.

you wake up, even if you did’t want because it was a beautiful dream, by a weight pressed on your body and two strong arms hugging your waist.

“mhhh hey babe, I’m back” Ben mumbles, his face pressed against your neck, pressing light kisses under your jawline.

“hey, how was practice?” you say in a sleepy voice, your mind still half-asleep.

“ugh…tiring, like always, i really think my dad and physical trainer wants to kill me this week” he complains

“you say that every time you train on clay Ben, they just have to make you run a lot because the ball bounces lower, you know that”

“ugh I know…”

he keeps giving little pecks to your neck and mumbling some ‘i love you’ and other incomprensible words.

“Ben?” you seek his attention

“mh? what is it, babe?”

“why don’t you let other people call you Benny?”

“what do you mean? it has always been my nickname” he lifts his head, confused

“you didn’t see the video?”

“what video?”

“I’ll show you, give me my phone”

he lifts his body and take your phone from the end of the bed and hands it to you, you open tiktok and go to your saved videos, tapping on the right one.

he looks at it, recalling the moment in his mind, a small smile forming on his face and he looks at you.

“of course I didn’t let her call me that, she was flirting, love, she isn’t a friend, I don’t want people I don’t know calling me how the people I care about do. and she was hanging onto me like she was my girl, but nah…i already have the most beautiful partner, don’t need anyone else”

an ‘awww’ escapes your lips and you look in his eyes, feeling the admiration and love he has for you.

“and she asked for private coaching, the only person I’d give that to is you, love. what do you think? i could book a court…only for us…we can play a bit…then what happens happens” he says in a flirty tone

“Ben!” you scold him, this is not the right moment to flirt

“sorry, babe, but you know i can’t hold myself when i see you all painting and sweaty when we play” he nips at your neck

“i know, i know…i learned my lesson the last time, but i don’t wanna talk about it now, my legs are still sore”

“cmon, love, i didn’t go that hard”

“try being in my position next time, then we can talk about it”

he chuckles and kiss you passionately, not a lust kiss, one filled with love, a clingy one.

“Benny…” you aren’t calling him or scolding him, just saying his name, recalling the video.

“your Benny, love”

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