#ben shelton fic

[rvblos]

hope ur doing well! i love ur work, and was wondering if u could wrote a ben shelton headcanon abt what he'd be like as a bf? thank uu 🫶🏻

sfw/nsfw headcanons - ben shelton

warnings: this contains nsfw so if you're not comfortable with it just dont read it !!

notes: i literally can't stop thinking about him so here are some headcanons!

sfw:

- he's so boyfriend energy

-he's be the most romantic guy you've ever met

-he looooves to take you out on fancy dates but he enjoys even staying home to watch a movie under a cozy blanket

-he is so supportive! and adores when you'd come to see him during important matches or even during practice.

-he knows he can always count on you, even when he loses he knows that your arms would always be open for him to comfort him after a loss.

-this man always has to touch you! physical contact is his love language.

-but not always in a sexual way, sometimes he just needs to feel your skin against his yk

-he'd slip a finger underneath your shirt and he'd start to trace little circles on your skin.

-he's so cute ugh

-loves to bring you flowers!!

-sometimes even a single rose could lift your mood

-loves having you caressing his curls!

nsfw:

- lets talk about his arms

- omfg and his shoulders

- the way you'd be gripping on them during sex makes his head spin and he'd become even harder than he already is

-it's so easy for him to find your weakest spots, he know them too well

- his arms would be circled around your waist as he pounds into you omfg

- and his finger would trace circular patterns on your skin

- "shhh.. baby its okay..." PLEASE

- he has the DEEPEST voice i swear to god

- like humming and moaning in the deepest tone ever

- "take it like a big girl" murmured in your ear ARE YOU CRAZY

- also i think hed be very vocal

- he whimpers A LOT trying to to change my mind

- especially when receiving head 😃

- "mhmm... please, oh please... faster.. mhm.."

[s4turns-st4rs]

can u do a ben shelton fix where we get jealous as his gf and he realises and finds it cute xx🥰

jealous, jealous, jealous girl

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒a ben shelton oneshot ﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/𝐧: i love this request omg!! wrote this as a blurb and then got carried away… anyway enjoy lovelies xxx

requests are always open <3

in which: ben can’t help but love when you get possessive, which, with his line of work, is often.

words: 0.63k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealous - eyedress

the afternoon light seeped through the windows, and into the fancy café were ben sat, opposite you. it wasn’t often he got to take you out on really posh dates, with his job and the constant travel that came with it. but, whenever the opportunity struck, he would take it, and god, he made it worth it.

he’d dressed to the nines for you, showing up in his best cornflower blue button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his favourite fancy trousers, and his least-casual pair of sneakers (black and white adidas sambas, obviously).

he sat opposite you in the café he let you choose, twirling his wine glass gently in his hand.

“… this tastes like ass.” he said eventually, watching the clear liquid slosh back and forward to the movement of his hand, almost hypnotised.

“maybe don’t get the cheapest wine they’ve got, then. you don’t even like white wine.” you retorted, but you can’t hide your smile as you watch your boyfriend try the drink (for the fifth time), just to grimace and make stupid faces again.

before he could respond, you both heard the familiar giggles. two girls, maybe early twenties, had began to approach your table, clearly recognising ben. they snuck up to the table, giggling and whispering, as ben shot you an apologetic glance.

they never properly approached the table, but walked past the two of you, slowing down to giggle in ben’s direction. their whispers become obnoxiously loud as they skipped by.

“oh my god he’s even prettier in real life!”

“do you reckon he’s single?”

“what if he’s with that girl?”

“his arms are so hot oh my god!”

“d’you reckon he’s as good in bed as he looks?”

you bit the inside of your cheek as they finally passed, using all your patience and self control to not say anything. unable to resist, you sent them a glare. and if looks could kill, they’d be six feet under. you took another sip of your gross cheap wine, watching them like a hawk as they sat on the other side of the café.

as much as you’d hoped otherwise, your jealousy did not go unnoticed. ben let out a stifled chuckle as he watched you, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“you’re jealous.” he stated simply.

“what? no. i just … would rather they kept their comments to themselves.” you responded, just as quickly.

“not appreciating my fans?” he asked in mock innocence, resting his head in his hand as he fluttered his eyelashes at you. his big, brown eyes bored into yours.

you rolled your eyes at his teasing, in an attempt not to give in to his puppy eyes. “not when your fans prefer your face to your tennis.”

“but you prefer my face to my tennis.” he replied immediately.

“but i’m your girlfriend. so it’s allowed.”

he raised his other eyebrow at that, before laughing again. “you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” he said between laughs.

you glared at him again, shovelling a spoon full of pasta into your mouth. “stop changing the subject.” you huffed as you swallowed the mouthful.

he chuckled, and raised his hands in mock surrender. “sorry!” he said with a laugh. “can’t help it if you’re cute.”

“you’re still changing the subject.”

he fluttered his eyelashes at you again. “can’t help it if you keep distracting me with your cuteness.”

you rolled your eyes at his blatant attempt to sweet talk you. the giggles fade away as the girls leave the café, and you give your boyfriend a pointed look.

“i’m gonna make you pay for this.” you said, taking a sip of your wine. you sat, appreciating the silence in the girls’ absence, before ben responded with a smirk.

“in cuddles, preferably.”

[typical-simplelove]

Can't Break Up Now (B. Shelton)

Summary: In the little moments of life, you realize that Ben truly is your forever person.

Author's Note: Hi, here's the first tennis fic that I finally feel comfortable sharing with the world :). I hope you like this one, and let me know what you think!

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None that I can think of!

“Good morning,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around Ben’s waist as he’s stirring a mug at the kitchen counter. It was a slow Sunday morning—your day off from work and school and Ben’s rest day. Going to bed late the previous night from watching movies, you had rolled out of bed around 10:30, itching for caffeine to enter your bloodstream. 

“Morning,” Ben replies, his hand warm from the mug stroking against yours. “Coffee?”

“Mhm, obviously.”

A small chuckle leaves Ben’s throat, and you feel it in his back from where your head rests. “Here you go,” he tells you, placing a mug in your hand. 

“Hmm?”

In a smooth motion, Ben takes the mug out of your hand and slowly turns in your embrace, so his front is facing yours. Handing you the mug, he says with a smile, “Coffee, for you.” 

“Thank you,” you answer, your chest filling both with warmth and speculation. You were very particular about how you take your coffee, the color being very specific and tough to match without knowing your exact measurements of milk, sugar, and syrup. 

“Try it; go on,” Ben pushes, a cocky smirk on his face. 

“Your bedhead curls are cute,” you say in an attempt to change the subject and push the coffee into Ben’s hands. One of your hands gently brushes his curls up his face, opening up his eyes and forehead to your view. 

“Sure, but try the coffee.” 

“You know how particular I am about my coffee. I don’t want to offend you in case you got it wrong.” 

“But I didn’t.” Oh, he’s smug now. “Look at it; it’s the perfect color that you like.” 

“Okay,” you relent after a fifteen-second-long staring contest. You’re not sure why you keep engaging in those with him. With one look into your eyes and a grin, Ben can get you to do anything. You glance down at the mug and notice that it’s pretty close to the color you make your coffee. “Why don’t you just drink it?” 

“You and I both know that this is nowhere near how I drink my coffee.” 

“Ben.” 

“Babe.” 

“Fine.” You finally take a sip and feel Ben’s hands wrap around your back, his thumb stroking small soothing circles. 

“Not too bad, yeah?”

“Very good. Actually, pretty close to perfect.” 

“Perfect? Does this mean I get to make your coffee for you every day, now?” Ben gloats. 

You roll your eyes. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Who knows, maybe this is just a lucky, first attempt.”

“Oh no, it’s definitely not.” He reaches for his phone over on the counter, opens up the notes app, and turns his screen to show you a list. For almost two months, Ben documented the way you made your coffee with funny little quips. “I think it’s safe to say I’m an expert at your coffee.” 

“I guess so,” you reply, taking another sip. 

With a smile, Ben kisses you on your forehead before leaving you for coffee as he starts making breakfast. 

He really did know the way you take your coffee. That’s a love language, right? 

. . .

For you, pajamas were something sacred. They were something that you put a lot of care and effort into. Sleep was one of the most important parts of living life, and something you needed to function properly the next day, so of course, you were going to put immense effort into the clothes you were going to wear to bed. 

One night after taking a shower, wrapped in a towel, you were looking at the drawer that you designated for pajamas and couldn’t help but notice how much of it was Ben’s t-shirts. Some of the shirts were starchy and uncomfortable, but you know that if you had to pick between one of those more uncomfortable shirts or one of your favorites, you were picking the starchy shirt (most of the time). Maybe it was because it smelled like his detergent, and you knew he had worn it once in his life. Maybe it was the way it made him smile whenever you wore one of his shirts. Maybe it was the way you felt safe and comfortable in one of his shirts. Maybe it was just Ben. 

With a small smile and a comfortable warmth spreading across your body, you pick one of Ben’s t-shirts and put it on before finishing your nightcare routine and joining Ben to lounge on the couch. 

“One of my shirts,” he murmurs. You feel the movement of his lips against your neck. 

Once you join Ben on the couch, he wraps an arm around your shoulder before he bends down and places a kiss on the side of your neck. You can feel the big smile that’s on his face as his face meets the skin of your neck. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, too engulfed in his touch to say anything more or throw a quip his way. 

“I like it,” he replies, not against your skin. He’s sat back up now, so he’s looking at you as he talks. 

“I’ve worn your shirts before,” you comment, lifting an eyebrow, needding to give him a tough time for his comment now that you’ve regained your composure. 

“Doesn’t make a difference. Still makes my heart rattle to see you wearing my clothes.” 

Well, you didn’t have anything to say to that. 

A few weeks later, you’re minding your business as you walk into your shared bedroom to find something. You stop in your tracks and forget the purpose of walking into your room as you watch Ben putting his laundry away. 

The dresser that you and Ben share is large, with eight drawers. Four on one side for you and four for him. For the most part, the two sides don’t intermingle, and you both keep your clothes separate. However, the drawer that you keep your pajamas in is open, and Ben is placing his shirts into it. 

Typically, if you’re wearing one of his shirts, you’ll wash it and place it back in his drawers. The shirts of his that you’ve worn over the past few weeks are back on his side of the drawer, but Ben, who’s just done laundry, is placing more shirts into your drawer. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask, careful not to startle him. 

“Putting laundry away,” he replies, not glancing up from the task at hand. 

“But that’s my side.” 

“But they’re your shirts,” he says without hesitation. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so. They’re definitely your shirts.” 

Ben finally looks up at you, and from the look he’s giving you, you can tell his cheeks have gone warm as you’ve caught him in the act of stowing shirts in your drawers. “They look better on you,” he murmurs, barely audible for you to hear. You heard him loud and clear, but you like messing with Ben, making him more bashful with each word and comment, so you ask him to repeat himself. 

“They look better on you,” he repeats, barely looking at you. 

You smirk, walking over to Ben. You take his face in your hands and pull him close to you gently. With a small peck, you say, against his lips, “Thank you. I’ll take your shirts whenever.”

“It makes me happy when you wear them,” he is quick to say, his lips brushing against yours. “I have a folder in my camera roll of pictures of you in them. That sounds stalker-ish, but I promise it’s because I like seeing you in my shirts.” 

Chuckling, you give him another peck. “A little stalker-ish, but I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, pulling you close against his body. 

Ben starts where you end, and if the ship’s ever going down, you’re going to hold on until you can fix it. 

. . . 

Ben and his team were out of town for the weekend, going on a small retreat before one of the upcoming tournaments. It was one of the more important tournaments, so the team thought getting some time away from the noise and pressures of the city would help Ben’s game. So, that meant the apartment was empty except for you. You were able to play your music as loud as you wanted (but truly, though, Ben wouldn’t have minded if you played your music loudly, even if it wasn’t his preferred taste in music). You can cook whatever you want, and lounge around the couch however you want. Honestly, you could do whatever you wanted around the apartment, and Ben would take it in stride with a smile and a small shake of his head. 

It was 9:30 on Friday night, hours after Ben headed out of town, and you were already in bed, lounging among the blankets and pillows, a movie playing on your computer. It had been a long week, so all you wanted to do was relax and unwind. 

By the time the movie had ended, you turned off your computer and placed it on your nightstand as you went to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. 

Once you got back into bed, you checked your phone once more and saw that you had a text from Ben. He sent a picture of himself, lying shirtless in his hotel bed, captioned Good night. With a small chuckle, you saved the photo of him and sent your own with a Good night. Turning on “do not disturb,” you put your phone down on your nightstand and turned off the lights, ready for bed. 

Within a few minutes, you’re in a comfortable position. With Ben out of town, his side of the bed is empty, but you drag his pillow close to you. Breathing in, you smell Ben’s shampoo and conditioner on his pillow, and the scent of his aftershave and cologne are lingering. 

You didn’t think you would miss him as much as you do at this moment, but you do. Smelling him on his pillow is enough to bring a few tears to your eyes. With a quick swipe at your eyes, you place Ben’s pillow back in its spot and try to fall asleep. 

There’s only one thought that runs through your mind as you try to fall asleep. 

Ben has managed to insert himself into every little part of your life and into the little nooks and crannies that you keep close to yourself. If he can do that and make you feel so loved, that must mean he’s your forever person, right? 

Well, you can’t break up now. You both love too hard.  

Living life with Ben seems pretty nice. 

[b0r3dtod3ath]

i’d love to request a fic where maybe ben gets asked about you (his gf) at a post game interview and he just spills about how much he luvs u <333

Cw: fem!reader (she/her)

An: thank you for requesting!!!! I hope you like it.

Ben had just come off the court after a hard-fought victory, his veins buzzing with post-match adrenaline. As he stepped into the press room, he was met with dozen of camera flashes and eager reporters which he was already used to by now. As he settled into his seat and adjusted the microphone in front of him, he flashed his trademark grin, filling fans’ stomachs with butterflies.

“Ben, congratulations on the win!” one reporter began. “Your performance was outstanding. How are you feeling right now?”. He smiled, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. “I’m feeling great. It was a tough match, it wasn’t so easy beating my opponent, but I’m glad I could pull through. The crowd was amazing, their support really kept me going”.

Next few questions were standard: strategies, key moments and his thoughts on the upcoming rounds. The player answered them with his usual confidence. Then, a reporter in the back raised her hand and asked a question that took him by surprise. “Hi, you seem to be on top of your game both on and off the court. We’ve heard rumours about your personal life. You recently shared a picture on Instagram with a girl that is assumed to be your girlfriend. How does she influence your game?” Ben’s eyes lit up and his expression softened at the mention of you. The room fell quiet, eager to hear about a mysterious girl that captured Ben’s heart. “Oh, you want to know about my girlfriend, huh? Well, where do I even start?” He took a deep breath, collecting all the racing thoughts of you. He leaned closer to the microphone, his eyes sparkling with affection “She’s incredible. She’s my biggest supporter, my rock. She keeps me confident and makes sure I don’t get too overconfident. Knowing she’s cheering on me gives me lots of strength”. A few reporters exchanged smiles and whispers, charmed at Ben’s emotional words. “Could you tell us a bit more about her?” another reporter asked.­­

“I mean.. Sure, her name is Y/N, and she’s my best friend and my biggest fan. We have been dating for some time now. She’s been there for me through thick and thin, and I can’t imagine my life without her. She helps me really think and look for good in every situation, pushes me to be a better version of myself, both on and off the court. She’s truly my inspiration”. A hint of blush crept onto his cheeks. The room fell even more silent than before, amazed at the confession. Then, the next reporter cleared his throat and brought the conversation back to tennis, but Ben’s mind was drifting to thoughts of you. He couldn’t wait to get home, to celebrate his victory. As the interview wrapped up, he felt a sense of relief and excitement. He pulled out his phone and smiled at your message where you congratulated him with way too much emojis, before sending you a quick text: “Just finished the interview. Can’t wait to see you. Love you <33”.

As Ben shared a peek into his private life that day, he became even more charming to everyone around, especially you.

June 1, 2024 (btw happy children’s day to everyone!)

[sir-gio22]

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”

[idksmtms]

Tennis Masterlist

A/N: Guys. I couldn't handle the deficit in fanfics about my fav tennis dudes so I had to do this. I had to. Requests for my tennis fics are OPEN so feel free to request whoever you want (from this list)!

Disclaimer: Though it is based off of real people, this is written purely for fictional purposes and for the sake of writing. No disrespect is intended to the real people portrayed/concerned in this scenario.

Carlos (Carlitos <3) Alcaraz

Request: Courtside - (Carlos Alcaraz x Actress!reader)

After gaining success from your latest movie, you are invited to watch the Wimbledon Men's Final 2023. You just so happen to be a certain player's favourite actress.

Request: Don't Be Nervous - (Carlos Alcaraz x reader)

Carlos is taking you home for the weekend to finally meet his family! It's totally normal to be nervous, right?

Jannik Sinner

Coming soon...

Holger Rune

Request: Just Like A Gentleman - (Holger Rune x reader)

Holger takes you out on a cute little dinner date!

Request: First Kiss - (Holger Rune x reader)

The first time you and Holger kiss!

Hubert Hurkacz

Coming soon...

Ben Shelton

Coming soon...

Jack Draper

Coming soon...

Others that I will only write for if requested!

[kdsburneraccount]

Hello…now that you’ve tennis pilled me…might you recommend me a tennis fic? 🎾💖

Sorry for tennis pilling you 😭 here are some recs (in apology)…

you and me (we are one and the same) by clo - Novak Djokovic/Andy Murray, where Novak is a vampire and Andy is kind of in a situationship with him. I'm not the biggest Novak fan out there but tbh I like this fic a lot 😭 in general this author writes novandy really well

you're so ambitious for a juvenile by Rainbowcat (@rainbowcat-writes) - so this is gen fic about Ben Shelton and Jannik Sinner! They have fun in between a tournament. Learn about each other a little bit. Nice long read about being friends and it made me smile 👍

I hear the sound of ticking of clocks, come back and look for me when I am lost by quickbe (@fritzes) - set in the context of the 2023 us open, where both Taylor Fritz and Frances Tiafoe lose their quarterfinal matches, but then are in a time loop (and they’re the only ones who know). I enjoyed the premise a lot! Would be interesting to reread with the knowledge of this year’s events 🤔

[laminy]

Thank you for the tag @merriell-allesandro-shelton!!

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

Apparently 74! I'm not sure how that's possible but okay! Not what I was expecting. That's like twice as many as I thought.

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,178,053

What fandoms do you write for?

The works that I have posted on AO3 are for Bohemian Rhapsody Actor RPF, BoRhap/Queen, Ted Lasso, 13 Reasons Why, Teen Wolf, 6 Underground, Midsomer Murders, and Shazam. Pre-AO3, I wrote in a lot of other ones. Hypothetically, I write for Gran Turismo, but I've never finished any of those fics lol.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I'm breathing in the chemicals (Teen Wolf) 2. and you know you don't have to go (Ted Lasso) 3. Fear and Self-Loathing in Beacon Hill (Teen Wolf) 4. you're the sunflower (Ted Lasso) 5. into the blue and sunny morn' (BoRhap Actor RPF)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely! I appreciate when people comment and I like the interaction.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I try not to have angsty endings! All my angst is sprinkled throughout the story (maybe more than sprinkled lol) and then they get a happy ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since most of my fics have happy endings, I don't know what the happiest of the happy endings would be. Probably a fic in the ITBASM-universe, because I tried to make them all very happy (they deserved it).

Do you get hate on fics?

I did get a couple hateful anons on here in my day but they didn't stick around. Thankfully I've avoided much of that (knock on wood).

Do you write smut?

I do, I do. All M/M, though for my original NaNo story I'm apparently going to be attempting M/F and idk how that's gonna go lol.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written two 6 Underground x Midsomer Murders crossovers because Ben and Gwil.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of! I hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I'm also not sure I'm aware of any.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! I'll be honest that I really don't know how it works and I'm kind of a solitary creature in that regard. so, I don't know that it would be my vibe.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Everrrrrr? Oh my gosh I don't know if I could pick. According to my AO3 bookmarks, apparently it's Joe/Nicky from The Old Guard but I don't think so (and for the most part I avoid that fandom these days). I don't know, ever???? I still can't decide. I'm too finicky. I will say that a ship that I will always love and I go forever without reading and then I'll be in that mood again is Eggsy/Harry from Kingsman. Like, they're the old stalwart.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably those Gran Turismo fics I mentioned above.

What are your writing strengths?

I would say dialogue but I don't know if anyone would agree. I find it the most fun, so I enjoy it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know how to describe what people look like, because 99.9 of stuff I write is fanfic and readers already know what those characters look like, so that whenever I attempt anything original, I don't know how to naturally include some idea of "this person has brown eyes and is very tall." I see it done so badly sometimes and I just try to avoid that.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it before sparingly. Different languages, I know fics I've done have included French, Spanish, Dutch, German, and Arabic. For most of them, I use Google Translate. for the Arabic, I watched YouTube and tried non-Google Translate sources. for the French, some of it I knew myself and wrote it as I know it (I am not fluent in French). I would never write an entire fic in another language but I think including other languages is fun and rounds out the characters.

First fandom you wrote for?

Probably shockingly, it was Friends. A friend and I wrote it together in the fifth grade. Handwrote it, actually. We had a notebook that we passed back and forth.

Favorite fic you've written?

Overall, every ITBASM fic because it's like, my universe, my world, my characters, and it covered so much time (and space, ha). I don't know that I could pick an individual fic.

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*Last Updated April 17th, 2022*

*Links corrected on Sept 23, 2023*

Anything Marked With ** is NSFW

Rami Malek

Bad Days

Amantium

You Love Him Like This**

Tease**

Mine**

Sunday Morning**

Revved**

Aftermath**

Action**

Sledgefu (The Pacific)

His Only Dance Partner

Talk To Me **

Elliot Alderson (Mr.Robot)

Pushing The Limits**

Together

Lucky High**

Selfish**

Merriell Shelton (The Pacific)

Homecoming**

Valentines Day Bliss**

A Little Assistance**

Late Introductions

Doin’ Just Fine

A Whole Snack**

Bittersweet (Name Update)

~ Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four**, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

Broken Promises

Aesthetics**

Baby Talk

You’re Going to be Okay

Countdown** 

Sing For Me**

Thinkin’ Bout you**

Stoners**

Take It Out on Me**

Afterblunts**

Starving**

Louis Dega (Papillion)

Bien Pour Moi**

Finn (Need for Speed)

Elevated**

Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

Procrastination**

Fictober 2020

I told you so* (Merriell Shelton)

Watch me (Stoner!Snaf)

I Missed This** (Josh Washington)

You Better Leave Now (Finn)

Not Interested, Thank You* (Merriell Shelton)

I Never Wanted Anything Else (Merriell Shelton)

Give Me a Minute or an Hour* (Merriell Shelton)

You Don’t See it? (Josh Washington)

I Can’t Do This Anymore (Finn)

Did I ask?** (Merriell Shelton)

This, this makes it all worth it (Merriell Shelton)

And Neither Should You / Are You Kidding Me (Josh Washington)

Do We Have To?* (Josh Washington)

The Mistress** (Josh Washington)

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ hi !

she¡her / sfw and nsfw content / enfp / cancer

my name is nina🪬! im a 100% certified yapper and also veeeery extrovert (im always very happy to know new people!)

i loooove music (especially rock and rap), reading is one of my biggest hobbies and one day i hope to become a professional tennis player! if you ever want to talk to me my dms are always open, and if you’re struggling just know that you’re not alone.

- from the river to the sea!

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atp players:

-ben shelton

-andrey rublev (!)

-jannik sinner

-carlos alcaraz

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[s4turns-st4rs]

bsf!ben shelton getting jealous really easily <3 he tries dropping hints about how he could treat you so much better than all the boring, selfish pricks you’ve gone out with before, but you never seem to notice.

he surprises you on valentines’ day, showing up at 9am sharp, dressed up all nice, with flowers and chocolates. the moment you open the door though, he panics, and goes on a ramble about “how jealous he’s been and how much he hates your exes and how he knows he would treat you better” before you stop him, by pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. he’s rendered speechless, his face turning a shade of red best described as “tomato”.

he forgets all about the fancy date he had planned, throwing the flowers aside, and kissing you until his lips are swollen and sore. <3

[typical-simplelove]

okay okay okay hear me out, ben shelton x reader and reader is ben’s mixed doubles partner and they are also dating. idk what else just like fluffy and you can see their chemistry on the court and they work really good together

No because yes. I was going to make this a full fic, but I don't know when I'll have the time to write it, so we're going to expand on it now hehe

The connection really hits with the eyes. Way too long looks at each other while taking breaks. Staring at each other for moments too long during small moments between points. Playful glaring during practices when he teases that he'll hit you with his serve.

Then the lingering touches. Passing you balls or towels or water means the entirety of his hand finds its way to cover yours. His shoulder is going to brush yours all the time. He'll go extremely out of his way to do so.

Then, when he realizes you're feeling the same thing but neither of you have made a move, the flirtatious comments and personality start. If you thought his original personality was flirty, his intentional flirtiness is way, way stronger. It's enough to send both chills and fire through your body. Your cheeks are warm even before any playing of the sport occurs because of his little quips and chirps (hockey lingo peeps through lol) he sends your way.

On the court, you're electric together. Maybe it's the feelings you have for each other and how it means you're both extremely aware of where the other person is. Regarldess, you're unstoppable with him.

And, in my vision, after winning a long and gruesome game, the emotions and the relief are crazy, and as you're walking back to your bags and stuff, you're talking, and then impulse you kiss him. You pull him towards yourself and just kiss the shit out of him. It only takes a few seconds before he's returning the kiss, and his hands are all over you. It wouldn't matter the cameras because finally (finally!!) it's out there, your feelings for each other.

And then when you're dating? Nuh uh, no one likes play against you because of how electric and insync you guys are

[b0r3dtod3ath]

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Andrey Rublev:

♡ Andrey x F1driver!reader

♡ Random thought 1

♡ Cuddling

♡ Tennis lessons

♡ Jealousy, jealousy..

♡ The explorer

♡ Arguments

♡ sick!reader

♡ Silent treatment

♡ Ask 1

♡ Young love

Ben Shelton:

♡ Random thought 1

♡ Ask 1

♡ Ask 2

♡ Ask 3

♡ Ask 4

♡ Launch

♡ Romeo and Juliet

♡ "I just saw Ben kissing Y/N"

♡ Kiss Cam

♡ Couple Q&A

♡ Always with you 28.09

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Snapshots|Snafu Shelton|Part 2

In truth, he didn't have a girl back home.

He never really had.

There was that one pretty girl, he remembered, when he was very young, who wore green ribbons in her hair and always looked so clean, and she was kind to him. He remembered, she used to sit in front of him every day on the yellow school bus, and one morning she had turned around in her seat, eyes bright, and pulled back the collar of her anorak to reveal a wet live frog, shiny and brown and wriggling in her hands.

He had kissed her that day, around the back of the school in the wet grass.

For a short time, the two children were inseparable, but after a while the rest of the class begun to shun the girl for being his friend, and he found that although at first she said she didn't care what they thought, she started talking to him less and less. She would still give him secret smiles sometimes, across the classroom and in the hallways, and his smile back would be over-bright, in an attempt to conceal his bitter disappointment.

Nobody had wanted to play with the creepy looking kid from the end of the street with the big eyes who was that bit skinnier, that bit dirtier than everyone else. The school was in a poor neighbourhood, but somehow the kids could sense that there was another, more disconcerting reason behind his family's jutting collar bones and their hard, hard faces than there simply not being enough food on the dinner table.

So he would sit on the pavement alone outside his house and play by himself with a rock or an old shoe or a deflated tennis ball that had once rolled into his garden because he didn't have any toys of his own. And in the school yard he would sit by himself on the wall and watch the other kids, and when one of them accidentally kicked their football out of the lines and came running up to where he was sat to claim it back he would pretend to look disinterested.

There had been another girl for a brief period of time in middle school, with whom he had gone out to get ice cream or a soda with a couple of times after class. He remembered how he had taken her down by the bayou, and how he had slipped his fingers inside of her on the ground underneath the cover of the swamp cypresses, and the cicadas had sung all around them.

By now these girls' names had long since sifted out of his memory like sand but at least he had known them at the time, he thinks to himself, because by the time he was in his late teens he wasn't even asking their names anymore.

No, he thought, the letter about his father now crumpled in his fist from how tight he had been holding on to it. Somewhere along the way, he realised, as he had gotten older and meaner, started staying out later and drinking more, he had forgotten how it felt that first time, down by the water in the tall grass with that girl, when he had become his own heartbeat.

By the time he was seventeen or so he was staying out all night, smoking and drinking and  gambling with God knows who, fucking strange girls in fishnets and red lipstick in New Orleans back allies and coming home, just as the sun was coming up, to the sight of his weary mother sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee before she would leave for the morning shift. And as he ducked his head and mumbled, "morning' ma", ashamed to look at her as he traipsed past the open kitchen door to the stairway, she could only smile at him, full of sadness,  because by God, didn't he look just like his daddy.

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If you are under 18, you are NOT allowed to request smut. If there is no age in your bio, then I am going to assume you are under 18 and will not write the request.

I have the right to not do any request that I receive. This hasn’t really happened before, but if I can’t get the writing flowing for the request then I will message you privately to see if there’s something we can work out instead.

I’ve had chronic wrist problems for 8 years. I had surgery 7/6/2022 and it should be fixed now. However, with that being said my wrist still does hurt sometimes. I’m also in grad school, so It will take me time to get to your request. Don’t worry, I do have it and I will write it I just have issues 😂

I primarily write reader insert fics. Those are my specialty and most of what I’m comfortable writing.

Anyways, with that being said, here’s who I currently write for and the fandom they are from:

Band of Brothers:

Eugene Roe

Joe Toye

Joeseph Liebgott

Charles Grant

Carwood Lipton

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Donald Malarkey

Edward Shames

Edward “Babe” Heffron

Harry Welsh

Henry Jones

Denver “Bull” Randleman

Daryl C “Shifty” Powers

Floyd Talbert

John Martin

William “Bill” Guarnere

Frank Perconte

George Luz

Richard “Dick” Winters

Antonio C. Garcia

Harry F. Welsh

Edward J. Tipper Jr

Lester A. Hashey

The Pacific:

Charles “Chuck” Tatum

Eugene Sledge

John Basilone

Manuel “Manny” Rodriguez

Muriel “Snafu” Shelton

Robert Leckie

Romus “RV” Burgin

Sidney Phillips

Wilbur "Bud" "Runner" Conley

James Paul “JP” Jordan

Bill "Hoosier" Smith

Andrew "Ack Ack" Haldane

Undrafted:

Pat Murray

Arthur Barone

Fotch

Ty Delllamonica

Vinnie Malzhan

David Stein

John Garvey

Polacco

Dells

Zapata

Bohemian Rhapsody:

Joe Mazzello/John Deacon

Rami Malek

Gwilym Lee/Brian May

Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor

Lucy Boynton

Allen Leech

(For those with just actors names listed, I’m not comfortable writing for their characters. Unless it is Freddie platonically. I do not write for Mary for reasons. For ones with actors and characters I write for just their actor as well)

Queen (the band):

Roger Taylor

Freddie Mercury (only platonically)

Brian May

John Deacon

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Argyle

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

I do not write for any characters under the age of 18 in the show (even if their actor is 18+ if their character is not I do not write for them)

Marvel:

Steve/Captain America

Wanda/Scarlett Witch

Sam/Captain America

Bucky

Peter Parker/Spiderman (but only Andrew Garfield’s spiderman, as we see him graduate)

Moon Knight/Steven Grant/Mark/Jake

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Natasha/Black Widow

Yelena

Kate Bishop

Shang-Chi

If you don’t see any marvel character listed that you’d like just message me and I’ll add them!

Thank you for taking the time to request something from me and thinking of me to write it! I am honored to do so. Happy reading my friends!