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WRONG HOODIE ~Ben shelton

Pairing: ben shelton x male reader, carlos alcaraz x best friend reader, team Europe x reader, laver cup x reader

Prompt: you and your bf both plays the laver cup, but in different teams, what happens when you accidentally swap hoodies?

You would love to hang out with your boyfriend in public, go on dates, hold hands, hug, kiss…but you can't. Your relationship is a secret. Tennis isn't as open minded as you'd like, lots of people are homophobic, and will hate on you for being in a gay relationship.

But you love to share hotel rooms and locker rooms on tour, cuddling in the king size beds after getting confused stares from the receptionists asking if it got confused for a two beds room.

this time, you both got selected for the laver cup, him on team world, you on team Europe.

You couldn't book or choose the hotel. Since the teams slept in separated hotels near the arena, already reserved for them with every need.

When you arrived in Berlin, on a private jet with ben, you got the gear, the blue hoodie and your sponsor’s personalized for the event blue shirt and black shorts.ben got the same things, but in red.

You visit the arena, chat with the other players, share looks and smirks with ben, then head to Europe team’s locker room with Carlos alcaraz, seeing ben stare on him, he's jealous.

You're in the locker room with him, joking, he's one of your best buddies, you love playing with and against him

“Man, I'm so excited for this years laver cup!” He says with his strong Spanish accent

“Me too! I actually can't believe I got selected by Björn for Europe team, we'll win, we got this” you say with your accent, the one that drives ben crazy

“I really want to play doubles with you, or Grigor, but Borg alredy told me he won't make me play with him, I hope with you tho, we'd make a great doubles team”

“Me too, imagine me and you against ben and Taylor, crazy” you make up a scenario about it in your mind, alredy seeing ben sticking out his tongue at you when he aces you or pouting like a child when you'll make a winner on his side

“Oh Dios mio, it'd be a show, I hope it'll happen”

“Yeah…there won't be a moment one of us four won't smile”

You start to head out of the lockers, you see ben practicing with Cerundolo, he looks at you and his smile drops when he sees alcaraz putting an arm around your shoulder.

You notice that and smirk, blowing a little kiss to him

“What was that?” Carlos asks

“Nothing, I was just waving at ben”

“Waving, huh? Didn't look that much of a wave for me” he smiles, teasing you

“Carlos, stop. I was just waving at him”

“Whatever you say, man, no te creo” (I don't believe you) he says, still teasing. You came out to him years ago, and he never cared that you liked guys, more girls for him, no?

“Cmonnnn don't be like that now!”

“If I see you sneaking out of the hotel tonight I know why ahaha” he laughs, you were two seconds away from slapping him when ben run to you

“Hey y/n, carlos” he greets and hugs you, secretly squeezing your butt, then bumps carlos “ready to get beaten?” He continues

“Oh cmon, maybe in doubles it'd be a fight, but in singles you have no chance, ben” you say and carlos just laughs

“Then I better train for doubles more, have to get back to practice now, I'm ’bout to kick his ass” ben says, referring to the practice match he was having with Cerundolo.

You say goodbye and head out with carlos

“So…just waving, huh?” He says

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused

“He was holding your waist the whole time we were talking, no eres tan invisible, you know?” (You aren't that invisible)

“Shut up” you say, blushing, and he laughs

After some minutes you get to the hotel and before entering your rooms he looks at you one last time

“I hope you won't let him win if you play against him, we're still a team. And we have to win”

Before you could snap back he alredy closed the door of his room, you enter yours and throw yourself on the king-size bed.

After half an hour you get a call from ben

“Babe?” He says

“Yeah?”

“You got back at the hotel?”

“Yeah, with carlos, you saw us”

“Yeah…” he says, his voice lowering

“Why that tone?”

“What tone, babe? Just my normal voice”

“Don't tell me! You're jealoussss~”

“I'm not!”

“You areeee” you tease him even more

“And what if I am? Can you blame me? I have the perfect boyfriend, don't want you to get stolen from me” he admits

“I won't get stolen from you, love. I'm yours”

“Yeah… that's right…mine. Sorry about my jealously…but I miss cuddling you, sooo much!”

“You do? Awww, me too…but it'd be risky to one of us to go to the others hotel now…”

“Right…but I miss you so much, my enemy”

“Oh you want to cuddle the enemy now huh? You want to corrupt me” you play along

“Mhhhh is it working?”

“No.” you say, smiling, then continue “but I miss you too, so I guess I'll be careful enough not to get caught in your hotel…for tonight “

“Really?! Thanks babe, imma make this a special night, then~”

“Mhh I'm sure you will” you say

“See ya tonight, babe”

“see you later, love”

And the call ends.

That night, you sneaked out of the Europe team's hotel to go in the world team's one. You wore the blue hoodie and grey sweatpants, just saying you were going to give ben some rackets to the receptionist and she lets you go.

You knocked on Ben's room, and he opened right away, hugging you and kissing you softly. He closed the door being you and pinned you against it, not kissing you more roughly, with more passion, his tongue slipping through your lips and fight with yours for dominance.

After you did what you did (iykyk) you passed some hours cuddling, just enjoying each others company and whispering sweet things in each others ear.

At five am, you decided to get back to your hotel before the others woke up and catch you, you kiss ben one last time and leave, picking up your clothes, you didn't realize you picked the wrong hoodie. The red one.

At 8 am you started to get ready to practice at the arena with carlos, you were still sleepy, you barely slept in the time you came back to your hotel. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, put on practice gear and the hoodie, still not realizing it's the wrong color.

You leave the hotel, some people giving you confused stares, but you don't care, still recovering from last night activities.

Entering the arena, some other players where alredy there, having breakfast or doing some reflexes exercises in the gym. Carlos was eating some eggs with grigor, flavio and daniil, when you showed up they just stared at you, confused as hell and carlos with a smirk

“What?” You ask, obvious to the fact

“You changed teams?” Daniil asks

“What do you mean?”

“The hoodie, the world's one”

“Oh shit” when you realize you quickly take it off and put it in your bag. You avoid talking about it and sit at the table, carlos patting your shoulder and teasing you.

*team world's POV*

Taylor and Francis were eating while thanasi and Felix were doing some light cardio, when ben entered, wearing the blue hoodie.

“Dude, what's up with Europe's hoodie? You out of your mind?! Sponsoring the enemy!” Francis says, half joking half serious

“What are you- oh fuck! I'm an idiot” he takes off the hoodie

“Whose hoodie is that?” Taylor asks

“None of your business, assholes”

“Cmon don't be hard ben! Tell us!”

Before ben could talk the door opens, you poking your head in, the red hoodie in your hands

“Hey ben…i think we swapped them”

Taylor whistles and Francis laughs, I ended to give him his hoodie and he smiles, not caring about getting outed anymore, you two did it unconsciously.

He pulled you closer and kissed you right in front of them, a quick but passionate kiss, you were shocked, and when he stop you hide your face in his neck, embarrassed.

“What is it, babe? Embarrassed? I think that everyone realized were dating now…thanks for the hoodie, anyway” he says

You swap them and the images of you in red and him in blue alredy spreading. But the camera catching you to kiss makes the video go viral. So viral.

"didn't know you two were dating, lovebirds" Taylor says

"Yeah you could have told us ,ben" Francis adds

"Sorry guys...but you know how people can be...I guess we don't have to worry about that now tho, don't we, babe?" Ben says

"I guess we don't anymore" you say

*two hour later, Europe's locker room*

You were changing after finishing practice with carlos, he was on his phone, he teased you about the hoodie all morning.

You see him looking at IG, his eyes widening

"Y/n...what's going on with ben, huh? Your kiss is going viral" he says

"Look, in the worlds room"

"What?!"

You see the video, the camera in the room catching your quick kiss

It alredy had fifty thousands likes in only three hours, you're scared to see the comments, some are bad, most are shocked or happy.

You smile, you don't have to hide anymore. A

You now have to fight homophobia, you have less fans, but you're happy you can show your perfect boyfriend to the world, you can hug, kiss and cuddle in public without being scared to get caught.

You're happy and you know it.

A/N: I know I have to write the part two of the long fic but this idea was just too cute not to write. I made it a male reader because the laver cup is played by men but I could make a fem reader maybe in the tie break tens or smtg. Hope you like this! (Also I made a not on c.ai about this)

Forced to root for Europe born to root for world

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

kinda need ben and frances on the bench at every single match at every tournament from now on. they don’t have to be playing i just want them there

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.”

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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.

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.

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.

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's new IG post whatttt?!

The bicep my God😩 and the haircut, and shoulder, and tank, and necklaces, EVERYTHNG>>>>

Please ben I'm yours a hug from you would solve all my problems

THIS.

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

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🤭

We need you to write more for Ben hehe

I will, I will...

Maybe today I'll start another one shot🤭

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

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”

ME- call me gio, any pronouns, ambivert, I love Italian dark humor, my hobbies are: tennis, reading, drawing, crocheting, chatting on c.ai, watching films/shows, obsessing over Ben shelton, I love eyes, gore and horror movies

!ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

Tips are okay (pls give me some tips)

~sir_gio22 on tiktok

~sirgio_22 on c.ai (I make good bots!)

WHO I WRITE FOR?

•tennis players

-Ben Shelton

-Andrey Rublev

-Carlos Alcaraz

_Arthur Fils

_jack draper

-Jannik Sinner

-Emma Navarro

-Iga Swiantek

-Aryna Sabalenka

-Novak Djokovic (dad)

-Rafael Nadal (dad)

-Roger Federer (dad)

MARVEL

•x men (films)

-logan (bf/dad)

-x mansion (ur a student/teacher)

•mcu

-avengers (ur a superhero)

•i write fluff, angst (not smut!!)

•unless specified, reader is always gn

•ALL X READERS

• masterlist