#carlos alcaraz fanfiction
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Carlitos definitely gives you lots of flowers. He can't be there a lot of the time so the local florist gets a weekly order of flowers + note to deliver to you.
His friends know so much about you long before you're introduced and always tease him about how much he talks about you.
He's super clingy when he's been drinking. Doesn't even have to be drunk he could have had a single glass of wine and never want to let go of you.
He talks with his hands- even when there's a racquet in one of them which makes for some dangerous conversations.
AMEN, YOU SAVED ME. ILY.
(English is not my first language. If you see any mistakes in my grammar please tell me).
He would definitely send you flowers weekly when he's not around and just text the florist what he wants the note to say. The notes would be always different, probably saying, "I miss you, my love. I'm sorry for not being there but here are your loved flowers. Enjoy them as much as you enjoy my matches. Always yours, Carlitos". And you would definitely feel tempted to post them on your ig history, but you only do it from time to time just to respect the privacy of your relationship.
Indeed he doesn't stop talking about you, sometimes not even in training. And you are really used to his friends, family and also his team. when you're around his friends they always say things like, "Ey, Carlitos, she's even more pretty than you describe her" or "This is your gorgeous girlfriend you never shut your mouth about?." just to tease him or try to get him to blush.
He's always super clingy, cause he's not always around and when he is, he tries to be with you as much as he can, always sticking to you. But he's even more clingy when he drinks, he can't get his arms off you, literally needs to have physical contact even if your pinkies are just subtly touching. After all, physical contact is his most predominant love language.
Having a conversation with Carlitos is very funny cause he never stops laughing or using his hands to talk. He's always making funny hand gestures when he talks and you always tease him about the meaning of his movements. And when he's in practice and talking to his team, they always try to keep their distance cause he just might wave his racquet around and might accidentally hurt someone.
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can I please have where reader wins Wimbledon and Carlos was watching and then he celebrated with her please
Nothing is more important than Wimbledon
Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x f!reader
category: fluff
warnings: none
Author’s Note: it turned out way different than I intended 🙈 but i hope you like it, lovely anon 🤗
* Y/N = your name
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(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)
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You wrap your towel around the back of your neck and breathe in and out slowly as you look over to your box.
The box is filled to the very last seat.
Your mother looks like she is on the verge of tears, your father has his face buried in his hands and your younger siblings are hopping up and down in their seats. Your aunt seems to be talking to your physio without a dot or comma, your manager looks like she's about to throw up from nervousness and your coach is shifting restlessly in his seat. And you aren’t sure, but it looks like your grandmother is already crying.
In the first row of your box – right between your mum and your coach – is Carlos. Of all those in the box, he looks the calmest and most collected. But you remember very well his nervous stuttering before the match when he tried to find words of encouragement for you - and he had demolished his sunglasses in the tiebreak of the second set when you had the match point against you. So he just looks calm, but he's definitely not.
You’re just one service game away from winning your first ever slam. Just one service game and you would win Wimbledon. Your hands are shaking, and you nearly spill some water from your water bottle.
“Focus! Let’s play point by point!”, you talk to yourself while getting up from your bench to get back on court, “You got this, Y/N. You got this!”
You see Carlos muttering something - probably a "Vamos!" - and forming a heart with his hands while you wait for Iga to get into position.
No matter the outcome of this final, you definitely have the best cheerleader in the world.
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Your coach was the first to embrace you, you can hear him crying tears of joy: “I knew you'd make it! I knew it!”
You can hear the crowd cheering and clapping, you feel the whole stands vibrating.
You feel Carlos' hands wrapping around you and pulling you close. He isn't crying, but you have never seen him smile so broadly. It’s hard to understand what he’s saying - people are chanting your name all over the stadium.
“Te amo!”, you kiss him briefly but effusively.
Your head is spinning, and you only now notice that your siblings are tugging at your shirt, waiting impatiently to be hugged too.
But you don’t want to let Carlos go. You want to say like this: hugging him tight, feeling his hands around your waist.
Just like yesterday.
Yesterday’s evening and last night were the worst ones of your life. You were so nervous because of today’s final. You couldn’t eat or sleep.
But Carlos was there for you. He talked to you. He encouraged you.
And when he no longer knew what to say, he just held you.
You fell asleep in his arms with his fingers lovingly stroking through your hair.
The night before the US Open final was the same but in reversed roles. You held him until he fell asleep in your arms.
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The interviews and the trophy ceremony pass by as if in a frenzy. You hope you said the right things, thanked everyone in the interviews and speech and congratulated your opponent and her team - you can't remember it at the moment.
By now, not only your team, but also a group of your friends are present, who have congratulated you effusively. Carlos' brother Alvaro and Juan Carlos Ferrero are also among the well-wishers. The latter commented on Carlos' half-filled champagne glass with a frown and a reproachful look - although he didn't say anything.
Later, you are still sitting together as a group - you have postponed the big celebration until tomorrow. You don't want to celebrate without Carlos, but he would still have to play tomorrow. Now Carlos and you are sitting together on a narrow couch, he is showing you the countless photos he has taken of you with the victory trophy.
Your younger sister - who has been busy building a pyramid out of tennis balls - suddenly raises her head and looks at Carlos for a long time.
“You know, now you also need your final exam tomorrow!”, your younger sister suddenly grins at Carlos.
Your boyfriend chuckles softly and gives you a quick sideways glance before he answers: “Is that so?”
“Yeah!”, your sister nods weightily and points a finger at you, “Otherwise she would be more successful than you!”
You slide an arm around Carlos’ neck and look down at your sister: “But he already won the US Open last year, and I didn’t?”
“Yeah, but this is Wimbledon.”, she shrugs, “Nothing is more important than Wimbledon.”
Her serious expression makes you laugh, and Carlos asks with feigned bewilderment: “And what happens if I don’t win tomorrow?”
Your sister raises her eyebrows, she sounds like it goes without saying: "Then you are not worthy to be her boyfriend."
After saying this, she gets up and disappears over to your mother.
Carlos and you start laughing at the same time.
“Wow, no pressure than, huh?”
You lean against him and rest your head on his shoulder: “Yeah, her standards are quite high for a nine-year-old…”
Carlos lets himself sink further back into the couch and pulls you with him.
“And what about your standards?”, he hugs you while saying that, “Would you still love me if I lose tomorrow?”
“Well, I think you make quite a good cheerleader…so, yeah, I think I’m going to keep you.”
He starts laughing and softly shakes his head: “Wow. I kinda expected a “I’ll love you no matter if you win or lose”.”
“Oh, come on!”, you smack his chest playfully, but you snuggle closer to him again, “You know I will never ever let you go!”,
His hand strokes your back in large circles, his voice sounds teasing: “Never?”
“Nope. Never.”, you lift your head to look him in the eyes, “But I’d appreciate it if you would win tomorrow’s final.”
“Yeah, me too.”, he sighs loudly and whispers, “Do you think I can do it?”
“Yes.”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, “Yes, you will do it.”, you smile at him, “And tomorrow evening we gonna celebrate both of our titles. Together.”, you press a quick kiss on his lips, “And we will do stupid and cheesy photos together. And my god, the press will write even cheesier articles about us…”
Carlos returns your smile and nods slowly.
“Can’t wait for that!”, he says before he kisses you softly.
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tagging: @bluetackbaby@lxndonorris @fedalev
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Tennis RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia/Jannik Sinner
Characters: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia, Jannik Sinner
Additional Tags: after indian wells, trainings, POV Third Person, POV Carlos, into the storm, Miami Open 2024, Sweet, Cute, soft
Series: Part 10 of Bocca e capelli
Summary:
“- Oh piantala Carlitos! - riprese smettendo di ridere e tornando al proprio compito di proteggere Carlos dal proteggere lui”
Investiti da una tempesta durante uno dei loro allenamenti a Miami, Carlos si prodigherà per impedire al suo Jannik di ammalarsi. Sarà l’occasione per parlare di paure e sentimenti.
#my fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#rpf#rpf slash#rpf tennis#slash#tennis slash#sincaraz#jannik sinner#carlos alcaraz#bocca e capelli
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getting back to writing soon🥹
#tennis x reader#carlos alcaraz x reader#achraf hakimi x reader#andrey rublev fanfiction#andrey rublev smut
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Nessun romanzo rosa può raggiungere il livello di poeticità della narrativa sulla rivalità tra due atleti da parte di pagine giornalistiche/sportive
#'si sono scelti'#'il futuro li aspetta l'uno di fronte all'altro'#sono abbastanza sicura di aver letto delle fanfiction che finivano così#jannik sinner#carlos alcaraz#tennis
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I don’t need to say too much to get him understanding me. And the opposite is true. One look and we know what each other is thinking. (c)
#why fanfiction if I can just read JC's interviews#help#i'll go down with this ship#Carlitos & Juanki#Carlos Alcaraz#Juan Carlos Ferrero#Special Spanish Baby#Vamos 😌❤️
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TENNIS FANFICTION SHORTS # 1
[Inspired by a TV advertisement of Top Charoen Optical from Thailand]
Characters: Daniil Medvedev and Carlos Alcaraz
Medvedev: Hey, Carlos. Let's be careful out here. Were ready to claim money.
Alcaraz: What, Dani? Are you sure about this place?
Medvedev: Trust me.
Alcaraz: Let's be careful out here ok?
Medvedev: Enough with that chit chat.
(Then they saw a "safe", but in reality its a refrigerator.)
Medvedev: Haha, money is out here...
Alcaraz: Dani, I bet you're opening the so called safe, but its a refrigerator for real.
Medvedev: Hah, I believe this is a yogurt. Let me try this. (Snaps his fingers and drinks the liquid)
Alcaraz: Are you crazy out there?
Medvedev: (Confused) What? I thought this is a yogurt. (Screaming) I'm drinking a liquid full of sperm. (Vomits out)
Alcaraz: (Screaming like gay) Ahhhhhh...
Medvedev and Alcaraz: (Both screaming) Ahhhhhhh... We are in a sperm bank!
#tennis player#tennis#carlos alcaraz#daniil medvedev#atp tour#australian open#french open#wimbledon#us open#fanfiction#comedy#humor#tennis fanfiction#tennis imagine#tennis star
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I had a request of Carlitos after AO, just felling exhausted and confessing his fellings because he just wants you to be with him. BUT I ELIMINATED ACCIDENTALLY, IM REALLY SORRY. 😭😭
Btw, I'm still taking requests, so you're free and welcome to ask whatever you want.
Warnings: bad mental health/extremely exhausted Carlos.
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You had known Carlos since you both were 18, and always had an especial connection, but you never saw it like anything romantic. For the last 2 years of friendship, you tried to accompany him to some tournaments, so you were now in Melbourne, Australia. Watching his matches and eating sushi the night before. Even though you have been friends for years, a few months ago, you started to realize that this was probably love, because no one travels around the whole world just to support a friend every time they ask for, no?.
But you ignored the fact that his eyes were always on you, and every little thing you do. But now you guys were so distracted to think about stupid theories like those. The night before his match with Zverev, he invited you to eat sushi as usual, but when you arrived at his hotel room you noticed, it was just him.
"It's just you and me?". You ask certainly confused. You entered his room and sat at the edge of his bed. He wasn't a very messy person, but he had a bit of clothes around the room, his suitcase on the floor full of things and the door of the bathroom open, from where you could feel the humidity of a recently used shower, and you could also tell from his semi-wet hair.
"Yes, you wanted to invite someone else?". He asks a bit concerned, you know him very well, he's much of a people pleaser, so you have to reassure him. "No... It's good to be just us". You say with a sweet smile and looking around. "The sushi is almost here". He says looking down at you. "It's ok, I'm not that hungry". You answer sweetly not to worry him. "What about we watch a movie while eating?". You propose with a smile. "Sounds good". He answered with his big representative smile.
Then you took the TV remote and started sapping, and you decided to watch a rom-com. During the dinner, you started to feel very cold, cause Carlos loved to have the A.C at its lowest temperature, and you loved it too, but the humidity from the bathroom didn't help with the cold. Carlos noticed that and hugged you from your shoulders. "Are you cold?". He asked in a whisper near your lobe, you could feel his warmth, it made you feel safe and cozy. "Yes, a little." You answer blushing a little. Then Carlos got up from bed and opened his suitcase and took out one of his Nike favorite hoodies, a very classic but pretty white hoodie with a little logo of a colorful tennis court. "Here, have it". He Said sweetly and extended it to you. You took it and put it on, it was cozy, you could smell his scent. "thanks", you limit yourself to say. The night was amazing, so wonderful that Carlos stayed awake thinking about the situation he was in with his relationship with you, a difficult one... A platonic romantic friendship.
The next day, he was extremely tired, he even fell asleep while eating breakfast. So by the time of the match, he was exhausted physically. He lost the match, for way too much difference. He felt stupid, not enough. He had already tried to improve those aspects of self-sabotage with his psychologist, but today was not his day to think about that. He was destroyed, he felt like nothing.
So when he got to his room, he limited himself to throw his bags to the floor and do the same with his "useless" body. But suddenly he heard a knock, a special one, one that only y/n used with her loved ones. It was something little but he was a person of details, and he liked to remember that kind of things. He wasn't good with birthdays, words or dancing, nor even signing, but learning little details of his loved ones was definitely his thing, it was his way to show love and this was her little detail to remember. He got up from the cold floor and walked a few steps towards the door, his eyes were red from some sobbing on the way to his room, but he felt strong enough to face y/n. He opened the door and just threw himself into her arms, and started sobbing. "I'm sorry". She said sweetly while caressing his nape. "you made everything you could". "No, I didn't made enough". He said to her and also for himself to hear. "of course you did, sometimes it is good to know our limits, maybe your body was just... Exhausted". She says trying her best to comfort him. He picked her up, and carried her to his bed. He jumped to bed with her in his arms. He just wanted to cuddle. "I think I need you... I can't hide it anymore". He says in a sweet voice. "I know you feel it too, I can see it in your eyes". He says looking Deeply into her eyes. "I know you think we guys never notice, but I do". He says before caressing her hand. "Be my girlf..." He couldn't even finish the sentence because you were already kissing him in a sweet subtly way.
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I'm finally done, I was so tired with uni that I didn't have time to write. But I'm here... Hope you like it. I made a big effort to write this and not to fall asleep while doing it. IM SO TIRED.
BTW
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