VICTORBARBER YOU MONSTER EVIL EVIL EVIL

No I'm not crying 😭😭

The way Rafa stopped nole from putting his hand on top of Roger 🤭🤭🤭

I'll die on this take

fighting for my life: Carlitos’ game is and always has been closer to Roger’s than Rafa’s

😁✌️ twins 😁✌️

funniest example of rafa and roger not communicating is roger saying in 2020 during match for africa that rafa only just told him "today" that he cried when he watched roger win RG in 2009, meanwhile during this interview in spanish in 2010 where roger and rafa are literally sitting next to each other rafa says in spanish that he cried when roger won roland garros in 2009 while roger can't-speak-spanish federer sits there totally unaware. they have one brain cell between them and it's heart shaped.

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.

'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.

who up getting their account terminated (meeeeee :3) please mutuals i was rgrfederer i did this please ASJHDFNJKLÑ

His husband & his son!