#wimbledon imagine

[pastryfication]

hii, I don't know if you can and especially if you want to do this fic, but I just finished watching the Wimbledon final (I'm a Carlos Alcaraz girly) and I wanted to ask you if you could make a Leclerc sister! reader x Carlos Alcaraz (with the addition of Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo obviously) if you don't want to write it I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you do I thank you so much🫶🏼💕

(Sorry if My english Is not good, but Is not My native language)

hi! thank you so much for the request 🫶

i tried my best with this but i don’t know much about tennis and i’ve only watched like half the matches of wimbledon this year so i had to make my dad give me a quick break down of the finale… i know this is not as good as you probably expected but i hope you like it either way!!

wimbledon winner | carlos alcaraz

pairing: carlos alcaraz x leclerc sister!reader

warnings: very bad descriptions of tennis?

you can hardly contain your excitement as you guide your family through the bustling crowds of the wimbledon grounds. today is the day your boyfriend is competing in the final against none other than novak djokovic. the atmosphere is electric, and the excitement is palpable.

you had invited your entire family, wanting to share this special moment of your life with them and your brothers, charles and arthur, are just as—if not more—thrilled thrilled than you, though their enthusiasm is more subdued. your oldest brother, lorenzo, and his girlfriend, charlotte, are chatting animatedly, while your mother walks beside you, her eyes wide with awe at the grandeur of it all.

"i stilll can't believe we're here," arthur says, glancing around with a grin. "watching carlos in the final. it's incredible."

"he's going to do great," charles adds, giving you a reassuring smile. "he's worked so hard for this."

"i know," you reply, feeling a surge of pride for your boyfriend. "he's been training non-stop. he deserves this."

as you make your way to your seats, you can't help but feel a rush of nerves. the stadium is enormous, and the crowd's energy is almost overwhelming, but having your family here with you calms you a bit.

you find your seats and settle in, your heart pounding with anticipation. the match begins, and the tension is palpable. djokovic is a formidable opponent, but carlos is playing with a determination you've never seen before.

every point is a battle, and the crowd is on the edge of their seats. you find yourself gripping charles' hand, almost breaking his fingers, but he doesn’t mind. he’s unable to look away from the court as well, finding the match as exciting as you. carlos is moving with such grace and power, each shot more impressive than the last.

"he's incredible," charlotte whispers, her eyes wide with admiration. "i've never seen anyone play like this.”

"he's got this," lorenzo says confidently, sensing your nervousness. "you can see it in his eyes."

as the match progresses, carlos begins to pull ahead. his serves are precise, his volleys unstoppable. the crowd erupts with cheers, and you can't help but join in, your heart swelling with pride.

when the final point is won, and carlos emerges victorious, the stadium explodes with applause. you jump to your feet, tears of joy streaming down your face. your family is cheering just as loudly, their pride evident in their faces.

carlos looks up into the stands, his eyes searching for you. when he sees you, his face lights up with a radiant smile. he lifts his racket in triumph, and you blow him a kiss, your heart just about to burst.

"he did it!" you exclaim, turning to hug your mother. "he really did it!"

"we knew he could," she replies, her voice filled with emotion. "he's an incredible player."

as the celebrations continue, you make your way down to the court. carlos is surrounded by reporters and fans, but when he sees you, he breaks away and runs to you, scooping you up in his arms.

"you were amazing," you say, your voice choked with emotion. "i'm so proud of you."

"i couldn't have done it without you," he replies, his eyes shining with love. "having you here, knowing you were watching . . . it made all the difference."

you kiss him, the world fading away as you lose yourself in the moment.

your family joins you quickly after, and carlos is soon enveloped in hugs and congratulations.

"you were fantastic, mate," charles says, clapping carlos on the back. "absolutely incredible."

"thank you," carlos replies, his smile never wavering. "it means a lot to have you all here."

the rest of the day is a blur of celebrations and happiness. you can hardly believe it's real, that carlos has won the wimbledon final. but as you stand by his side, surrounded by your family, you know that this is just the beginning.

[latin5mamii]

Superstition - Carlos Alcaraz

|WARNINGS: smut, +18 |SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend's superstitions... |AUTHOR'S NOTE: I missed writing for carlitos😭 but i'm back now😉😉

Paris at night was stunning, and tonight felt especially magical. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, and the soft hum of the city outside made the hotel room feel extra cozy. Carlos and you were snuggled up together, but he seemed a bit distracted. His fingers were tracing patterns on your arm, and you noticed he was lost in thought.

"What's on your mind, Carlos?"

He looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you remember the night before I won Wimbledon?”

You remembered that night all too well. A smile spread across your face as the memory came back.

“What about it?” you asked, laughing softly, feeling playful.

He gazed at you, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. “That night brought me so much luck, cariño,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You cuddled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. “And you think tonight could be the same?”

Carlos's touch was both soothing and electric. “I don’t just think so. I’m certain,” he said softly, his eyes filled with desire. “I need this.”

You could sense a mix of nervous excitement and need in his voice. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be too tired for the match tomorrow.”

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. “How could I ever be too tired for you?”

He leaned in and kissed you, and what started as a gentle touch quickly became more passionate. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You responded eagerly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

As the intensity grew, Carlos’s hand slipped under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. You pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, making sure he was really sure about this. “Are you sure this is what you want? You have a big day tomorrow.”

Carlos smiled, his gaze full of desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I need you.”

His words made you shiver with anticipation. You pulled him back, kissing him passionately. Carlos’s hands were everywhere, exploring and teasing, driving you both higher with each touch.

Soon, your clothes were tossed aside, the cool air contrasting sharply with the heat between you. Carlos’s lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Good,” you whispered back, running your hands over his chest. “Because I want you to remember this tomorrow. I want you to think about me.”

Carlos’s eyes darkened with desire. “Trust me,” he said, his voice rough, “I won’t be able to think of anything else.”

He kissed you again, this time with even more intensity, as his hands roamed your body, caressing and exploring. You arched into his touch, your moans growing softer.

Carlos’s lips and tongue worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through you. “Te vuelves loca,” he whispered in Spanish, his voice filled with wonder. “Me vuelves loco.”

His hands rested on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue continued its teasing dance. “Eres todo lo que deseo,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and desire. “Quiero sentirte así toda la noche.”

The sensation of his tongue exploring you made you gasp, your body trembling. The room was filled with your soft moans and his spanish sentences that could me you go wild. “Dime lo que quieres,” he said, his voice husky. “Quiero escuchar tus gemidos.”

You could barely speak, the pleasure overwhelming you. “Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice thick with need. “Please, Carlos.”

He responded with renewed fervor, his movements pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of his touch and whispered dirty talk made everything more intense.

“Eres mi todo,” he murmured against your most sensitive spot. “No puedo tener suficiente de ti.”

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you clung to him, your body arching and trembling. Carlos’s movements never faltered, his focus entirely on making you feel amazing.

He moved up to kiss you again, his lips capturing yours with fierce passion. As his kisses deepened, he guided you to the edge. Carlos positioned himself between your legs, his hands tracing a path along your inner thighs.

“¿Estás lista?” he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

You nodded, your body already responding. Carlos entered you slowly, the sensation of him filling you completely made you both moan softly. His movements were steady, each thrust deliberate and passionate.

Carlos’s eyes locked onto yours, and he whispered in Spanish, “Eres todo para mí.”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him. The connection between you was electric, each movement heightening the pleasure. Carlos gripped your hips firmly, guiding you both through the rhythm of your desire.

The room filled with your shared pleasure: moans, gasps, and whispered endearments. Carlos’s breath was hot against your ear as he pushed you both toward the edge. “Quiero sentirte más cerca,” he murmured, his voice urgent. “No te sueltes.”

You clung to him, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. The rhythm between you grew faster, more urgent, both of you pushing toward the peak. Carlos’s movements were driven by a mix of need and love, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Please, baby, please,” you begged, your voice filled with need.

Carlos’s release came in a powerful wave, and you felt him empty himself inside you.

Carlos pulled you close, his breath mingling with yours.

“This is surely going to bring me luck tomorrow,”

[thegirlamongthestars]

stolen glances - c. alcaraz

summary: a journalist’s professional facade crumbles when tennis star Carlos Alcaraz locks eyes with her, igniting an unexpected and thrilling connection

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none (maybe a little of light swearing); english is not my first language so sorry for any posible mistake

notes: feel free to make any Carlitos fic request 😌

The atmosphere at the court was ectic. As a journalist and as a tennis fan, of course, I’ve always loved Wimbledon. The grass, the people, the fashion and London itself were always a delight to witness. Covering the tournament final was definitely the biggest achievement of my career so far. When I was a little girl, I found tennis matches the most boring thing in the world. But when my father took me to a court and I could feel the rush through my veins I realized it would accompany me for life. Journalism has been my vocation since I can remember, so now being able to mix that and tennis was like living my life dream every day.

“Are you ready?” my colleague asked while checking everything. “They are about to come out”

“All set, Lucas”

The speaker started to announce Novak’s entrance and my fingers started playing with the lanyard of my press pass as a way to channel the nerves. It wasn’t my first time doing this but it always felt different when it involved him.

Carlos Alcaraz—the name that had become synonymous with raw talent and unyielding passion in the tennis world. I had followed his career closely (since I was in university), watching him evolve from a promising junior to a formidable force on the court. But it wasn’t just his skill that captivated me; it was the way he played with every ounce of his being, his intensity almost palpable even from the stands.

Did I have the most teenager-like stupid crush on Carlos? Maybe (actually resounding YES, but I would never admit it out loud)

The second his name was called, the stadium erupted. And then, there he was, striding onto the grass with that signature mix of confidence and focus, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the stands. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him wave to the crowd, one of his characteristic smiles playing on his lips.

“Remind me to bring a baby bib next time” Lucas started to mock me.

“Shut up!” I slapped his shoulder with all my force and he laughed looking at me as if he knew my little secret.

“It’s going to be a good one” he referred to the match changing the previous topic.

I nodded, trying to compose myself. “Definitely.”

But as much as I tried to focus on the task at hand, I just couldn’t do it. This wasn’t just another match; this was the final, and Carlos was one step away from his second Wimbledon title. And for some inexplicable reason, that fact made my heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the excitement of the sport.

As both of them warmed up, I busied myself with checking my notes, adjusting my computer, anything to keep my mind from wandering too far. But it was no use. My gaze kept drifting back to Carlos, to the way he moved with such precision and grace, every muscle in his body flexing and looking irresistible.

There was a certain magnetism to him, something that drew me in despite my intention of keeping professionalism. I had been around athletes before, had interviewed a bunch of them, but Carlos was something else.

For being London it was a quite warm afternoon but what I didn’t know was that the heat won’t be the thing raising my heart rate wildly. As Carlos walked to his position on the baseline, his gaze landed on the press box and his eyes lingered on mine for the briefest of moments.

Electricity.

That’s what went through my body from head to toe. My breath hitched. It was a split second, but in that instant, it felt like the rest of the world faded away.

“What the hell was that”? Lucas whisper-shouted, nudging at me.

“Don’t know what you mean” I answered, trying to play it off, though my pulse was still thudding in my ears.

“He looked right at you,” he said, a knowing smirk on his face.

“It was probably just a coincidence,” I muttered, though even as I said it, I wasn’t sure I believed it.

But there was no time to dwell on it. The match was starting, and I had a job to do. I forced myself to focus on the game, on the back-and-forth of the rally, on the cheers and gasps of the crowd. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about that look, about the way his beautiful eyes had seemed to search for mine in that sea of faces.

The match ended with the result I was so heartedly waiting for. After the trophy ceremony, journalists had to go down the court to make some interviews in front of the whole crowd and Lucas was the one chosen for that task. We tossed a coin before the match and my luck was conspicuous by its absence once again.

When we arrived next to the players, I was a bundle of nerves and I wasn’t even the one interviewing them so I thanked the coin. The cameras were being set and our sound operator was about to put the microphone on Lucas.

“I’m not feeling well at all” he started to pull on his shirt collar trying to fan himself.

“Are you getting dizzy?” I grabbed him by the shoulders to steady him.

He looked at me with something like guilt on his gaze and pull me close to him to say “He’s all yours”

I wasn’t processing anything. I just saw Lucas winking at me and getting accompanied to the dressing room tunnel by a member of the staff.

Next thing I knew is that I was in front of the camera and that the crowd was cheering on Carlos as he approached me.

Electricity again.

He showed me one of his full smiles and grabbed the microphone that someone from my crew was handing him.

“Carlos, congratulations” I exclaimed truly thrilled while offering my hand. “Two-time Wimbledon champion. How does that feel?”

“Thank you” he replied, holding my hand for longer than expected. “It feels… pretty amazing, to be honest. Maybe even sweeter than the first.”

“Because you knew what to expect?”

“Exactly” he said, leaning closer. “The first time, it was all new—adrenaline, excitement, maybe a bit of shock. This time, I could really soak it in, enjoy the moment”

“It looked like you were enjoying it, even during those tense moments in the final set” I was trying to be as professional as the heat I was sensing right from him allowed me to. "How do you keep your cool when the pressure’s on?"

“Honestly? I just remind myself that it’s only a game” he said with a shrug, a relaxed grin playing on his lips. “And sometimes, a little bit of stubbornness helps.”

“Stubbornness?” I raised an eyebrow, totally getting captivated by his proximity.

“Yeah, I hate losing” he admitted and the crowd laughed with him. “But it’s also about enjoying the battle. I love the competition, the challenge. That’s what keeps me going.”

I nodded, noting that he seemed as much at ease as me. “And now that you’ve won here twice, what’s next? A well-deserved break?”

“A little bit, yeah. Maybe a beach somewhere” he said, his eyes lighting up. “But you know how it is—tennis doesn’t stop. And the Olympics are almost around the corner.”

I completely went out script with the following question but as a professional, I was feeling in such a safe environment that I had to let my impulses flow.  

“Ever think about doing something completely different? Outside of tennis, I mean?” I raised my gaze to his face just to find out that he was already looking at me. Quiet intensely.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then flashed me a cheeky grin. My knees trembled a little.

“Well, I was thinking… maybe I should find more excuses to do interviews like this. They’re turning out to be more interesting than I expected.”

I felt a warmth spread through my chest at his words, catching the subtle, playful edge in his tone. And I couldn’t help but blush because of the reaction of the people on the stands, that was a mixture of surprise sounds and cheeky whistles.

“Interesting, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Definitely meant as one”

[sophiaxosposts]

[blumenkidmia]

oh taylor boyyy you did this so well 🥺💞 i'm proud of youu ⭐️🍓*mine: tennis

[hornyramostan]

Stressed Out; Carlos Alcaraz

Carlitos was stressed before the Wimbledon final, so you decided to help him with that ;)

You were in bed trying to get some sleep but your nervous boyfriend wouldn't let you. To put you in context, tomorrow you boyfriend would play the Wimbledon Final against Djokovic. He was obviously restless. "Carlitos, amor, estás bien?" "mhh?" he mumbled "yes honey don't worry" you knew he was lying you could tell it in his voice, he had a certain tone that gave him away. "you sure? cause I can help you with that"

You knew you couldn't do much, but there was something that sure relaxed him. You started to touch his inner thigh going closer to his dick, this already make him moan a little. For more comfort, you decided to get on top of him. You slowly pulled up his shirt and with help you took it off, throwing it to god knows where. You started to leave wet kisses on his abdomen until you reached the fabric of his shorts. For each kiss you gave Carlos shuddered more and more. "You like it, don't you? I know you do"He just nodded, incapable of saying a word.

Continuing with your thing, you pull down his shorts and his bulge was remarkable. "Please" he was starting to beg, oh poor boy, how needed was him "Please what, mi amor" You asked him seductive. "Fuck me" there he was. He always plays the dominant bad guy, but on the bottom, he wanted to be dominated and be the submissive.

You pulled down his underpants, and starting to massage his massive dick. Up and down repeatedly. He was incontrolable moaning, and that was just music for your ears. The sound of him enjoying what you were doing to him, seeing him so submissive, his accelerated breath, his chest going up and down, the fact that he was so strong but couldn resist the effect you had on him, all of that drove you crazy, and only turned you on more and more.

Suddenly you stopped using your hands to give way to your beautiful tongue, who started licking every inch of his cock. At this point Carlos couldn't even moan good due to the stimulation. You were like that for a time until your legs started shaking and you knew the orgasm was near.

Carlos noticed and quickly grabbed your waist and introduced you to him. The speed and previous excitement made both of you let out a loud moan in unison. You started to move and in an attempt to prevent you from falling, Carlos placed his big hands on your breasts, massaging them, which made you even more excited. "I'm so close amor" he said to you Increasing the speed of the trust "Me too" Just like him, you began to move faster.

It didn't take much longer for both of you to have an orgasm. You fell stretched out on the body of your boyfriend who, like you, had his breath agitated and his body sweaty. After a few minutes and after the both caught their breath, he said "thank you" "thank you? why?" "don't play dumb, thanks for helping me with my nerves, If I win tomorrow, all the credits go to you." you smiled to him, kissing his chest "thank you love, I know you would".

weeell, this one was different from the other ones, anyways I hope you liked it and know that if you have a request the inbox its open! :)

[gogz-ee]

My Wimbledon Champion (2)

Author’s note: this one is a little rushed so sorry for that😭

After that weird interaction with Carlos, he wouldn’t stop DMing you making sure you were still coming. Every single hour or so he would text you “Are you still coming?” or “You sure?” He couldn’t stop talking about it to you. You didn’t even know if you were friends at this point or just someone he decided to invite .

“Okay, you sure your coming?”

“YES CARLOS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, IM COMING”

“Okay good.”

“And what would happen if I didn’t come?”

He just left you on read. The nerves of this man. A little later you sent him a picture of you in your dress to see if there was a theme of some sort and if it was fine.

“Is this good?”

Carlitossalcaraz saved an image.

“Did u just save the picture😭?”

“Whatttt noo…”

“Carlos..”

“I didn’t save it I swear!!”

“Does that mean my dress was okay?”

“Yes please wear it.”

“Little demanding but okay!”

“Your still coming righ-“ the second you saw that text you turned off your phone, that stupid phrase was starting to get on your nerves.

The sun was starting to set, and it was almost time to go. Instead of waiting for the right time to leave, you leave a little early. You wanted to talk to Carlos before anyone else got there. Again, it wasn’t too far so you decided to just walk there. When you entered you saw Carlos and his family there.

You didn’t want to bother them or be awkward so you try to find you way to the bathroom. Only a couple steps in and someone scares you from behind.

“Hey you made it!”

“WHA- Oh it’s you”

“Yeah you made i-“

As you turned around he was FLABBERGASTED. He liked your outfit and you knew it. “Wow.” he mumbles.

“Like it?”

He nods his head while his eyes are wide, lips apart still staring into the dress.

“Its- uh really nice!”

“Now im having second thoughts..”

“No your bea- Its beautiful I promise!”

“Whatever you say”

He leads you to your seat and its right next to his. Out of all these chairs, it had to be next to his, but you weren’t complaining. After that conversation you had with him, you started feeling something but it was way to early to clarify what it was.

Once all the guests arrived, Carlos left you all alone. He made sure to greet everyone politely to not seem rude. He talked to everyone for what seemed like hours and you couldn’t wait for him to finish and finally come back to you.

Seeing him like this being all polite and kind to everyone, shined a different light on him. The old arrogant and self-centered Carlos thought was slowly fading away and turning into some a little more than that…

Finally when he was done talking to everyone, it came your turn to finally have a talk.

“How’s the party?”

“It’s good I’ve been waiting for you to stop talking to everyone.”

“Oh sorry.. I didn’t mean to make you wait” he frowned, you stared at his frown and noticed how cute he is, (even though you noticed that long ago) it was still really cool to be able to talk to him like this and not like he was a celebrity.

“Sooo.. I was wondering how we would keep contact once I go back to Spain” the frown on his face still present but it seemed to get bigger.

“Keep contact? Does this mean were friends?”

“Yeah of course? Weren’t we always?”

“Okay.. I guess I became friends with the world number 2 in just a couple hours.”

“Im just a normal guy pleaseee don’t address me like that.”

“And also I live in Spain as well. I just came here to support Jannik”

His face instantly got serious at the mention of Jannik’s name. Sure they’re great friends, but since YOU were supporting Jannik instead of him, there was a slight problem.

Because he was so blinded by his name that everything started to become a blur.

“Hello? You good?”

“Yeah im fine”

“As I was saying I live in Spain as well so we could meet up sometime!”

His face lit up, almost like someone just brought a lightbulb and stuffed it in his face.

“Really?!”

“Yeah I mean I said that a couple times but I don’t think you were listening”

“I’d be more than happy to!”

“Alright well, i have a flight in the morning so im gonna leave okay?”

“Nooo wait.. stay with me a little longer”

You couldn’t tell if he was drunk or something. First he wasn’t listening to anything you were saying and now he’s being all clingy? You listened to him anyways and stayed for 30 more minutes before leaving to go to your room.

[elliedafish]

AAAHHHH!!! Two actors I love but didn't ever think would be connected taking photos together at a cool event! AM I DREAMING!?

[lokiblackfatkink]

Made some memes 🤣🤣 their reaction is priceless anyone can use them my Twitter name is on the life side

[ingravinoveritas]

David looking utterly gorgeous at Wimbledon today.

[latin5mamii]

he’s so coquette🎀🎀

[purplebass]

Really, though. I wrote an AU where Lila owned a bar and Kell had a red sports car, what's stopping me from writing a one shot where Kell is a professional tennis player who never loses a match until he does?!

🤪

[nancywheeeler]

people were trying to charge 10k for this

[in-spain-without-an-s]

you want disrespect? okay, I hope the wimbledon courts are as nice to your knee as the roland garros ones.

there I said it. That is what disrespect and unsportsmanlike behaviour is.

[gogz-ee]

My Wimbledon Champ ( 1 )

Author’s note: kinda similar to the last one I deleted. (This will have multiple parts and I also replaced Zverev with Jannik because he didn’t deserve to reach the finals.)

You were far out in the stands watching the 2024 Roland Garros Finals between Carlos Alcaraz and Jannik Sinner. You were hoping that Jannik would win this match because you had a little crush on him and also because you had been supporting him for a long time. After a while you heard the words, Game, Set, Match, Alcaraz.

You were never a big fan of Carlos at all. When u heard his name the only thoughts that formed in your mind were, overrated, and self-centered. To you, when your favorite player lost you were never that sad for a long period of time. The most being like 30 minutes or something. But this time when you heard those words from the umpire’s microphone, you couldn’t help but feel like breaking down.

Jannik has said that this tournament meant a lot to him, and seeing probably his biggest rival win was sad, not just for you, but for him and everyone supporting him.

Later that day, you were in the hotel lobby when you see a very familiar face. Carlos Alcaraz.

Even though you didn’t like him, you wanted a picture with him to show off to your Carlos-obsessed friends. You didn’t expect much other then to get declined or get annoyed stares even though he won.

“Hey, your Carlos Alcaraz right?”

When Carlos turned around and saw your face, he looked mesmerized, a much different look then you expected.

“Uh- yeah! I am.”

You hesitated a little before asking your question “Can I get a photo if thats okay?”

His face didn’t change at all and he continued to eye you down. You were still confused by his look but didn’t ask further questions.

“Yeah! That’s completely okay.”

You pull out your phone and take a selfie. You thank him and begin to walk away slowly as you text your friends to show off your picture with him.

Carlos was so stuck in his thought remembering your beautiful face features, he didn’t realize that you had walked away until the next couple of seconds. He began running towards your direction.

“Hey! Wait I had a question for you!” you turned around to see Carlos chasing you. This time, your the one giving him the annoyed expression. As you wait for him to answer his question, you also can’t help but to look at his beautiful jawline. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he was hot.

“Uhm- I was gonna ask if maybe you had instagram?”

“Yeah I do why?”

“Is it-“

He was stuttering a lot and it kind of annoyed you, but you waited until he finally got his words out of his mouth.

“Is it okay if I get it?”

You face now turning more shocked than anything, your mouth open, one eyebrow raised, and your eyes wide. Did he just ask you that? Arguably the most handsome player on tour asking you for your instagram?

You decided to ignore that thought, he was just being friendly right? You didn’t think much of it and just gave him your user. He made sure to follow you right away just in case he might forget later.

“Also, congrats on the win” you tell him with a very unhappy tone, you already knew he figured out that you were rooting for Jannik and that made him frown.

“Thanks! Also.. Uh- if you’re free tonight.. there’s gonna be a party celebrating the win? I mean if you wanna come of course.”

“Isn’t that party only for close peopl-“

“And people I invite! So I’m deciding to invite you!”

He seemed very happy to invite you even if you hadn’t accepted it yet. You were starting to get a little suspicious with this whole thing but went along with it. At this point your cheeks were already slightly red.

“Yeah sure, ill come what time?”

Part 1

[httpiastri]

class feel like they killed me i havent sat down in an actual class room in so long 😭 but i like my professors so ill be fine 🎉 also the twister video killed me it felt like i was being personally hand fed enjoyment from the mclaren admins 😵‍💫 like thank u for showing his arms and hands and thighs😵‍💫😵‍💫 and yes i miss osc so much somehow no one has spotted him during the summer ?? i also dont know what karting photo you mentioned please share 🤗🤗 -💪

i’m glad you like your professors!!! will you be having classes every day kinda? or is it a little mixed? 🤭

THERE WAS SO MUCH IN THAT TWISTER VIDEO like pls he didn’t think just showing off his hands & arms was enough? also the thighs and just everything else?? 😶 lord have mercy

feel sad that we can’t see oscar doing anything over the break unlike the other drivers who are on vacations and stuff….. (because if you didn’t post about it on social media, did it even happen??) all he’s doing is updating his story about the aussie soccer team 🫣 and they’re up against my team in the bronze match, sorry osc but you will be disappointed

some lucky ppl ran into him at some karting track, not the best pics ever in terms of quality but at least he’s alive 🥺🥺 cutiepie