Aww look at my baby 🥹 Had to write smthg about this
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Carlos is drunk. He usually knows how to hold his liquor but after today's win he just wanted to be hungover. You reached the pub to take Carlos back home before he could do something stupid with his 1 braincell demeanour. "Baby lets go hmm?" you approached where he was sitting, slowly tugging his arm. He looks towards you doe eyed, a sheepy grin on his face as he looks up, as if you are all that he sees. "Hi baby, my beautiful girlfriend" he sways a little, holding onto your arm, emphasising on 'beautiful' a bit too loudly. People around look for a brief moment. "Hi baby, now cmon get up" You help him stand up, his arm engulfing you as he holds onto your shoulder. "I- lob you so much" he giggles, kissing the top of your head. You were a blushing mess, barely able to hold him straight. "I love you too. Now, let's go home, hmm?"
'Loss' - Carlos Alcaraz
|WARNINGS: angst to fluff |SUMMARY: Forever by his side... |AUTHOR'S NOTE: Inspired by today's events...my poor carlitos..
Carlos sat on the bench, head bowed, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He had fought fiercely, giving his all, but had come up short. The gold medal slipped from his grasp, and the weight of the world seemed to settle on his shoulders.
As he trudged off the court, his eyes met yours in the stands. You had been there for every match, every point, every moment of his journey. Your heart ached seeing the pain etched on his face.
Carlos stood near the sidelines, talking to a reporter. His voice trembled as he tried to articulate his feelings.
"I gave everything," He said through his tears.
“It’s painful to lose the way I lost this match," he added. "I had my chances to probably be up in the match. I couldn’t take it. Novak was playing great. He deserves this. In the tough moments he increased his level.
"He played unbelievable shots... an unbelievable game. I’m a bit disappointed but honestly I’ll leave the court with my head really really high. Fighting for Spain was everything to me. I’m proud with the way I played today.” He could barely talk and you knew that he was blaming himself, even if he did everything he could to win that match.In the past few days he had been under a lot of pressure: playing doubles, singles and having just a day to rest.You waited for him to come up the stands.
When he finally reached you, the weight of his emotions became too much to bear. Carlos looked at you, eyes red and glistening, his lips trembling. Without a word, he fell into your arms, his body shaking with silent sobs. You held him tightly, your fingers gently running through his hair, providing a comforting presence.
"Está bien, Carlos" "It’s okay, Carlos,” you whispered, your voice tender and soothing.
“Hiciste todo lo que pudiste. Estoy tan orgulloso de ti"
“You did everything you could. I'm so proud of you”
He clung to you, his tears soaking your shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” "Lo siento mucho," choked out between sobs. “Quería esto tanto… para nosotros, para España, ¿sabes?” "I wanted this so much… for us, for Spain., you know?”
You pulled back slightly, cupping his face in your hands. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. "Odio verte así, amor" "I hate seeing you like this,love" You hold him tighter, feeling his heartbeat sync with yours. "Te amo mucho," he whispers, his voice barely audible yet filled with raw emotion.
"Te amo mucho," you repeat,He looks at you, his eyes searching yours . Slowly, he moves away from your embrace, though his hand lingers in yours for a moment longer.Carlos turns to his team and family, who have been watching from a distance with pride and concern etched on their faces. As he approaches, they open their arms, enveloping him in a warm, collective embrace.They're always so proud of him, and that really fills your heart.
Today he will have a silver medal anyway, so he starts going down the stands to go towards the awards ceremony. Before letting him go you look at him with pride and a comfort smile. He may not have won the gold medal today, but you are so proud of him that you don't care. You will face this 'loss' together, as always and forever.
gay people in my carlos alcaraz netflix original series? more likely than you think!
carlos alcaraz is tennis
Okay I need to finish this fic first, but I really need to write a Carlos fic where the reader is like a genius or something and is getting their degree at one of the Ivy Leagues + is prone to working themselves until burnout. And that happens when they're away from Carlos and he comes to surprise them and he js see's them like asleep on their kitchen homework with piles of books next to them. And then- I just want to Carlos hurt/comfort.
finally we have decent outfits friends🫂
😁✌️ twins 😁✌️
IT'S OFFICIAL, SEASON 4's LEAD IS ✨️ BENEDICT ✨️
VICTORBARBER YOU MONSTER EVIL EVIL EVIL
he’s literally a disney prince
happy two months of "Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you." how are we feeling