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Ruin the Friendship

Max Verstappen x best friend!Reader

Summary: you and Max refuse to confess your feelings for each other in fear of ruining your friendship. Naturally, Max chooses to ruin every date with another man you go on instead

You can’t remember a time when Max Verstappen wasn’t your best friend.

The two of you grew up together, playing in the streets of Hasselt since before you could walk. Your parents joke that you learned to crawl just so you could keep up with him.

As you got older, your friendship only grew stronger. You were inseparable, there for each other through all the ups and downs of childhood and adolescence. When Max’s karting career took off, you were his biggest supporter, traveling all over Europe on weekends whenever you could to cheer him on at races.

After he moved to Monaco when he joined Red Bull, Max begged you to come with him. “I can’t do this without my best friend by my side,” he said. You didn’t hesitate — there was nowhere you would rather be than with Max.

Now you live together in his apartment in Monte Carlo. Mornings are spent on his balcony overlooking the glistening Mediterranean, drinking coffee and chatting about everything and nothing. Evenings are filled with video games, movies, and dreams of the future.

You know everything about each other, from favorite foods to secret fears. You trust Max more than anyone else in the world. He’s your person, the other half of your soul. Sometimes you think you love him as more than a friend, but you’d never risk what you have. If you lost Max, you’d lose yourself.

Today is like any other day. Max is sitting next to you on the couch, focused intently on crushing you in Mario Kart. You’re trying your best, but he’s just too good.

“Yes!” Max pumps his fist in the air as he wins yet again. “Too easy!”

You roll your eyes and shove him playfully. “Whatever, I let you win.”

He laughs. “Sure you did.” His smile makes your heart skip a beat.

You’re about to suggest another round when Max’s phone rings. He grabs it off the coffee table. “It’s Christian,” he says. “Probably wants to go over strategy for the race this weekend. I better take this.”

“No problem.” You stretch your arms over your head. “I’ll make us some lunch while you talk to him.”

Max answers the call as he makes his way out to the balcony. Through the glass door you see him pacing, one hand waving animatedly as he talks. You smile and head to the kitchen.

As you rummage through the fridge, you think about the race this weekend. You couldn’t be more proud of Max and everything he’s accomplished. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t worry every time he got into that car. Still, you know racing makes him happier than anything else in the world. And his happiness is what matters most to you.

You find the ingredients for Max’s favorite sandwich — nutella and banana. As you start spreading nutella on slices of bread, you hear Max call your name from the next room.

“Y/N! Come here, I need your opinion on something!”

You poke your head out of the kitchen. “Can it wait? I’m making lunch!”

“No, it’s urgent! Just come here!” He’s smiling like he has a secret.

You laugh, wiping your nutella-covered hands on a towel. “Alright, I’m coming!”

You make your way out to the balcony, wondering what Max wants your opinion on. With him, it could be anything.

“Ok, what’s up?” You ask.

Max grins and takes your hand, his eyes twinkling. “How would you feel about being my date to the FIA Gala this year?”

You stare at Max, stunned. “Your … your date? To the FIA Gala?”

He nods, still grinning. “Yeah! It’s next month in Baku. I could really use my best friend by my side for moral support on the big Red Carpet.”

Your mind is reeling. The FIA Gala is the biggest formal event of the Formula 1 season. All the top drivers and teams come dressed to the nines to celebrate the end of the championship. Rumors always swirl about who will bring the hottest date.

And Max wants you to be his.

“Are … are you sure?” You stammer. “Wouldn’t you rather bring a model or something?”

Max scoffs. “Please. You know I hate those stuffy events. But with you there cracking jokes and making fun of everybody with me, it might actually be fun for once!”

You can’t help but smile at the thought of being on Max’s arm. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?”

“Yes!” Max pumps his fist. “This is going to be epic. I’ll have my team sort all the details. All you have to do is show up looking gorgeous.” He winks.

You blush slightly. “I think I can manage that.”

Over the next few weeks, Max’s stylist comes by the apartment for dress fittings. You settle on a couture emerald gown with a daring slit up the leg. The perfect blend of classy and sexy.

Max lets out a low whistle when you emerge from your suite the night of the gala. “You look incredible,” he says, staring at you in awe.

You smooth down the front of your dress self-consciously. “So do you.” Max cuts a sharp figure in his black tuxedo.

He offers you his arm. “Shall we?”

Your stomach flutters as you take it. You still can’t believe you’re Max’s date tonight. Part of you wishes it were real instead of just for show.

As predicted, jaws drop when you walk the red carpet on Max’s arm. Cameras flash furiously around you.

“They’re gonna think you’re my new girlfriend,” Max murmurs in your ear.

You laugh. “Let them think what they want.” But secretly, you wish the rumors were true.

The night flies by in a blur of champagne, dancing, and laughter. You and Max stay by each other’s side the whole time, laughing and judging everyone’s outfits. It’s the most fun you’ve had in ages.

On the ride back to the hotel, Max rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You kiss the top of his head. “That’s what best friends are for.”

But as you fall asleep that night, you can’t help but wonder if Max will ever see you as more than just his best friend.

***

Not long after coming back home, you’re getting ready for your first date since the FIA Gala. After seeing you all dressed up with Max, your friend Julian finally got the nerve to ask you out. You said yes, partly to stop constantly pining for Max.

You’re meeting Julian for dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, Max lounges on your bed.

“I can’t believe you’re going on a date with Julian,” Max says, scowling. “That guy is so boring.”

You toss a pillow at him. “Stop it, he’s cute! I think it’ll be fun.”

Max catches the pillow and frowns. “What if I took you somewhere way better tonight instead?”

You pause your makeup application. “Wait, like a date?”

“What? No!” Max avoids your eyes. “Just as friends.”

You feel a twinge of disappointment. “Oh. Well, I already made plans with Julian.”

“Fine, go on your lame date,” Max grumbles. “But when Julian puts you to sleep talking about accounting, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You finish getting ready then head out to meet Julian. He greets you with a bouquet of flowers. “You look beautiful,” he says.

“Thanks!” You reply. The date starts off nicely. Julian is a perfect gentleman over dinner. But as the conversation wears on, you find yourself growing bored. Max was right, Julian is really dull.

Suddenly, you get a text from Max.

SOS come quick! Emergency at the apartment!

You frown, instantly worried. “Sorry Julian, I have to go. My roommate needs me.”

Julian looks disappointed but nods in understanding. “No problem. I’ll walk you out.”

You hurry home, anxious to make sure Max is okay. You burst through the apartment door. “Max! What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Max looks up casually from the couch. “Oh hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“What’s up? You texted me that there was an emergency!”

“Oh yeah, we ran out of gummy bears,” he says, waving an empty bag. “I was hungry.”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious, Max? I was on my date!”

Max grins. “Oops, my bad! But I saved you from dying of boredom with that guy. How about we order a pizza instead?”

You want to be mad at him for ruining your date. But looking at his smiling face, you can’t help but laugh. “You’re impossible,” you say, plopping down next to him.

Max just winks and hands you a controller. “Now come on, let’s see if you can actually beat me in Mario Kart this time.”

And just like that, you forget all about Julian and your ruined date. Nothing is nearly as fun as spending time with your best friend.

***

A few days later, you’re getting ready for another date, this time with a guy named Levi who you met online. He’s gorgeous with tattoos and an edgy style, totally your type.

When you tell Max about the date over breakfast, he nearly chokes on his eggs. “You can’t be serious. That dude looks like a complete tool.”

You roll your eyes as you grab your purse. “Don’t pretend you know anything about him. I think he’s hot and he seems cool.”

Max crosses his arms. “Well I don’t like it. How do you know this guy isn’t a total creep?”

“I appreciate your concern,” you say, “But I’m a big girl. I can handle myself on a date.”

Max opens his mouth to retort but you hold up a hand. “Nope, I don’t want to hear it! I’m running late as it is.” You give Max a quick hug. “Don’t wait up!”

You meet Levi at a trendy speakeasy bar downtown. He looks even hotter than his Tinder pics, with arm tattoos peeking out from under his leather jacket.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says with a crooked smile. He leans in for a lingering kiss on your cheek.

You blush. “Hi yourself.” Maybe Max was wrong about this guy.

You have a great time with Levi. The drinks are strong and the conversation is easy. After a few hours, Levi asks if you want to get out of there.

“I’d love to see your apartment,” you say with a flirtatious glance.

Levi grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He pays the tab and you start walking to his place. As you turn a corner, you run straight into someone, nearly falling over.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorr-Max? What are you doing here?”

Max steadies you with his hands. “Y/N! Fancy running into you!”

You stare at Max in disbelief. “Did you follow me?”

Max avoids your gaze. “What? No, of course not. I was just in the neighborhood.”

You cross your arms. “I find that hard to believe.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Levi pipes up from behind you. “Uh, do you two know each other?”

“Unfortunately yes,” you reply tightly, not taking your eyes off Max.

Max finally meets your stare, his jaw clenched. “I was worried about you, okay? This guy looks like bad news.”

You scowl at him. “That’s not your call to make. I’m allowed to go on dates without you ruining them.”

Max’s shoulders slump. “I know, I’m sorry. I just care about you and want you to be safe.” He glances at Levi again uncertainly.

You soften a bit, seeing the genuine concern in Max’s eyes. You put a hand on his arm. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’ll be okay. See you at home later.”

You turn to Levi, who looks understandably confused. You loop your arm through his. “Shall we keep going?”

But as you walk away, the playful mood from earlier is gone. Levi tries to make conversation, but you’re preoccupied thinking about Max and the sad look on his face.

Levi invites you up to his apartment still, but your heart’s not in it anymore. You make an excuse and head home, feelings conflicted.

Max is on the couch when you storm in. “Hey! How was the date?”

You don’t answer, just grab a pillow and start smacking him with it.

“Ow!” Max holds up his hands, laughing. “What was that for?”

“You know exactly what it was for, you sneaky jerk! Sabotaging my date again.”

Max grins up at you impishly. “Maybe I just happened to be in the neighborhood.”

You keep hitting him with the pillow, but end up collapsing on the couch next to him, both of you breathless with laughter.

“You’re the worst,” you say between giggles.

Max drapes his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah but admit it, you love me anyway.”

You sigh and nestle against him. “Unfortunately yes, I do.”

And you know that no matter how many dates Max sabotages, he’ll always be your number one.

***

After the last two disastrous dates, you decide to take a break from dating for a while. But your coworker Jess convinces you to give it one more shot with a guy named Liam she met at her gym. Reluctantly, you agree to meet up with him.

The day of the date arrives and you get ready halfheartedly, already anticipating Max’s attempts to sabotage it. Speaking of Max, you realize you haven’t seen him all day, which is odd.

You find a note on the kitchen counter:

Had to fly to Milton Keynes last minute for work. Will be gone all weekend. Have fun on your date.

<3 Max

You’re surprised but also a bit disappointed. While his meddling is annoying, you’re so used to Max being a constant presence in your dating life. It will feel weird doing this without him.

You push that thought aside as you head out to meet Liam at a burger place. When you arrive, you’re pleasantly surprised. Liam is handsome, charming, and easy to talk to.

After lunch, you go on a walk through a nearby park. You’re having such a nice time, you don’t even think about Max. At the end of the date, Liam asks to see you again.

“I’d love to,” you say with a smile. Liam leans in for a sweet goodbye kiss.

As you turn to go, you hear a familiar voice yelling your name. “Y/N! There you are!”

You whirl around to see Max jogging towards you, slightly out of breath.

“Max? What are you doing here? I thought you had that work thing.”

Max shrugs nonchalantly. “Oh, it got canceled last minute.”

Liam looks between you two, confused. “Wait, is this the dude you live with?”

Before you can respond, Max strides up and vigorously shakes Liam’s hand. “Max Verstappen, nice to meet you! I’m Y/N’s … boyfriend.”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head. “My WHAT?”

“Yeah babe, your boyfriend,” Max says, draping an arm around you. “Sorry I couldn’t make our date today, got held up at work. But who’s this guy you’re with?”

Liam stares wide-eyed at Max’s arm around you. “Uh, I should get going. See you around, Y/N.” He scurries off.

You shove Max away from you, fuming. “What the hell was that? Why did you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Max shoves his hands in his pockets sheepishly. “I just couldn’t stand the idea of you dating that dude.”

“So you LIED? You scared him off forever!” You poke Max’s chest angrily.

He grabs your hand. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that. I was jealous and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

You search his face and see real remorse in his eyes. Your anger starts to fade.

“Jealous? Why would you be jealous, Max?” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He takes a shaky breath. “Because the truth is, I’m in love with you. As more than a friend. I have been for a long time. Seeing you with those other guys made me realize I couldn’t stand not being with you myself.”

You stand frozen, stunned into silence. Max rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Please say something.”

You finally find your voice again. “Took you long enough, idiot.”

And you grab his shirt and kiss him deeply. Max grins against your lips, wrapping you in his arms.

“No more sabotaging my dates,” you murmur.

“Deal,” Max whispers. “As long as I can be your one and only from now on.”

You answer by kissing him again under the setting sun. At long last, you finally have your dream guy.

***

The next morning, you wake up in Max’s arms, still unable to believe the incredible turn your relationship has taken. Last night after the park, you came home and talked for hours, admitting your true feelings while cuddled up on the couch. You kissed and kissed until you both finally fell asleep tangled together.

Now in the light of day, your worries start to creep in. What if this ruins your friendship? What if you’re not meant to be more than best friends?

You untangle yourself from Max’s embrace and go to make coffee. He finds you a few minutes later on the balcony overlooking the sea.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Max says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He kisses your shoulder.

You turn in his arms to face him. “Can we talk about this?”

He frowns slightly. “Talk about what?”

You gesture between the two of you. “This new aspect of our relationship. I’m just worried it will mess things up. Maybe we should take a step back and think things through?”

Max’s face falls. “You’re having second thoughts?”

“No, not second thoughts exactly. I care about you so much Max, as my best friend. I don’t want to ruin that.”

Max caresses your cheek. “You could never ruin our friendship. It means everything to me too. But we both deserve to be happy, and I know we can make each other happy in this new way as well. I’m willing to take that chance if you are.”

You search his earnest eyes. He’s right — your connection runs so much deeper than just friendship. And you trust Max. If anyone is worth taking this risk for, it’s him.

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers. “You’re right. I want to make this work.”

Relief washes over Max’s face. He leans in and kisses you softly. “I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!”

You laugh. “Well in that case, take me on our first official date tonight!”

“It would be my pleasure.” Max strokes your hair. “Thank you for taking a chance on me. On us. I know we’re meant to be, schatje. I’ve loved you all my life.”

“I’ve loved you all my life too,” you whisper. And you know that no matter what happens, your bond with Max will never break.

The future has yet to be written, but you’re ready to face it hand-in-hand with the man who has always had your heart.

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summary: the story of you and carlos, growing up, falling in love and finding forever

a/n: i love this one sm. its pure fluff and its actually a dream. i hope u like it as much as i do, lmk what you think :)

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1997

carlos was three years old when you were born. he met you for the first time when you were just a week old. your moms had been friends since they were little kids so naturally they wanted their kids to grow up together as well.

as reyes led her little boy into the house, your mom held you in her arms on the couch. when carlos and reyes reached the room where you were, he stopped in his tracks. the little baby in front of him absolutely mesmerizing him. he climbed up onto the couch next to your mother and just stared at you, eyes wide and full of admiration.

“do you want to hold her” your mom asked carlos, who eagerly nodded. he opened his small arms and you were placed in his grasp, your mother supporting your head, reyes taking a photo to capture the moment. your little finger grabbed onto carlos’ thumb and he looked up at both women in front of him with the biggest smile on his face.

all he wanted to do was hold you. you were his now. he established that very quickly, not wanting to let go off you. he followed your mom around the house, always wanting to be where you were. he was captivated by you, the small baby. his new friend.

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2003

you were six years old, carlos was nine. he was still as mesmerized by you now as he was the first time he saw you. you were his, he was yours. while he was three years older with many more important things going on and his new found focus in karting, he never failed to make you feel seen. he spent more time with you then the kids in his class at school. he was often bullied for it, wanting to play with the little girl. but he didn’t care.

on your first day of school, carlos led you into the building confidently. he showed you where your room was and where to meet for lunch and after school. you listened to the older boy like his words were the most important thing you would hear all day. when carlos left you at your classroom, you hugged him tightly. he assured you that everything would be okay, and you trusted him.

at six years old, everything in life was quite black and white, you didn’t know much about the world or life, but you did know that carlos was always there for you. you didn’t want him to leave you.

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2013

you were sixteen and in school. carlos was nineteen and a development driver for red bull, starting to live out his dreams. carlos was starting to figure his life out and you were crying over your first and now ex-boyfriend. you knew carlos had a race this weekend, so you didn’t want to call him and bother him with a seemingly trivial problem. and even if you wanted to call carlos, you wouldn’t.

the girls at school bullied you for your relationship with carlos. one day when carlos was on break, he came to pick you up from school. when he pulled up to the front of the school you were standing with a few girls you considered your friends. he rolled down the window and smiled at you, you returning the smile. they all saw the way the two of you were looking at each other and felt the need to comment on it. they bullied you for having a crush on carlos, saying he just stuck around you because he had to and that he didn’t really want to spend time with you or care about you. you tried not to let it effect you, but when you got in the car and carlos started driving away you couldn’t help but let the tears fall. carlos asked what was wrong and you told him about the bullying. he sat and listened to what you were saying. he hated seeing you like this, crying over him. he never wanted you to cry, especially not with him. so he told you about how a few of the guys on the grid would make fun of him when he would call you. sharing stories about this topic was somehow calming for you. and ever so carlos, he cracked a joke about how they’re just jealous because they don’t have their own carlos sainz to call their best friend.

remembering that moment with carlos, you picked up your phone and called him. he picked up immediately, he always did. he sounded cheerful until he heard your cries through the phone. you sat on the phone with carlos for hours, just talking about anything and everything, trying to take your mind off of your ex. the call even helped him relax amid his upcoming race. that was something carlos would always cherish about you, how you could calm him down in any situation.

you had fallen asleep on the phone with carlos that night, not getting to wish him luck in his race. but he did get to tell you one thing, even if he you couldn’t hear it.

“i love you” was the last thing he said before finally hanging up the phone.

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2019

you were twenty-two, fresh out of university, trying to find your way in the real world with a marketing degree. carlos was twenty-five and had just signed a contract with mclaren. it was christmas and you were both back home, in his childhood home. you were sitting close to each other on the couch, trying to make room for both of your families. you cuddled into carlos, a sight that wasn’t strange to witness. as you got older, you and carlos had come to realize both of your love languages were physical touch. you weren’t dating, but you and everyone knew your relationship was more than just friends.

everyone could see it in the way carlos looked at you, like you were the most important thing in his life. like you had hung the moon and the stars. he talked about you all the time, to the point where it was annoying. he mostly told his mom about you. about everything you did, from where the two of you went to dinner to your work to the new apartment you were thinking of purchasing in madrid to be closer to him when he was home. reyes could see that her son was in love with the girl, he always had been. she just needed carlos to realize that.

everyone also could see how in love with carlos you were. he was the first person you would call when you got home from work or after a long day. you hung onto carlos’ every word like they were words spoken but god himself. you would relax in carlos’ embrace and he was one of the only people who could calm you down. you suffered from anxiety and no matter how hard anyone tried the only person who could truly help you was carlos. hearing his voice, feeling his touch. when you were home with your family, you just wanted to see carlos. you would sit with your mom for hours, but the only person on your mind was carlos. your mom could tell how much you loved carlos, she knew you did when you were young, never saying anything. she just needed you to realize how much you truly loved him.

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2020

you were twenty-three, new apartment, new job and a new puppy. carlos was twenty-six, ready to start a new season with ferrari. it was new years eve and you were at a party that carlos insisted you attend with him. the room was full of drivers and their partners, a few you knew but many you didn’t, so you clung to carlos’ arm almost the whole night. not that either of you cared, he loved feeling your touch. he led you over to the side of the room where they had set up a makeshift bar with cases of beer and other drinks sitting around. carlos handed you a beer and took one for himself as someone walked up next to him. carlos embraced the man in a friendly hug before pulling away and taking your hand again. he introduced you to the man who was going to be his teammate next year, charles leclerc. charles was nice and welcoming, talking like you’ve known each other for years, instantly feeling comfortable around him. you stood around for a bit longer, talking to charles until someone announced that there were only ten seconds to the new year.

carlos led you to the patio where everyone was standing waiting for the new years fireworks. carlos wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into his embrace, letting one hand rest across his back and the other on his stomach. the small red dress you were wearing not doing much to keep you warm, so you kept as close to carlos as possible trying to gain some of the warmth he had. you watched as everyone quickly found their partner and started counting, anxiously awaiting a new years kiss.

the fireworks exploded in front of you, a beautiful display of silver and gold. everyone around you kissed their partner, leaving you and carlos standing there. you looked up at him to find him already looking down at you. he had a look in his eye that was asking you the question he couldn’t find the words for. you simply nodded, giving him all he needed before he leaned down and kissed you. it was magical. those fireworks they talk about when you kiss the person you truly love were real and you were both feeling them right now. it was a kiss filled with passion and love and longing, both of you wanting this for years. when you finally pulled away for air, the smile on your face unmistakable. the boy you had been in love with for longer then you could remember was finally yours.

——

2023

you were twenty-six and adorned in a white dress that would make anyone lose their mind. carlos was twenty-nine and waiting at the alter for you, his hair done perfectly and his suit fitting in all the right places. as you linked arms with your father, a tear began to fall from his eye. his little girl was all grown up, getting married to the love of her life in her dream venue.

as they walked down the aisle with your father, carlos was standing at the alter with his five best friends behind him. when he saw you he couldn’t help the tears that began to fall down his cheeks. you smiled up at him, not being able to hold back your tears either. when you finally reached carlos, your father hugged him and gave you to your soon to be husband.

you stood in front of each other, doing what you were told by the priest. when it came time for the vows, carlos read his first. they were the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. he perfectly summed up your relationship and his love for you. you read yours and carlos listened with the utmost love in his heart. you always had a way with words and that was evident in your vows.

the priest was finally able to allow you to kiss carlos, finally being married. carlos grabbed your waist delicately, as your hands found their familiar spot on his neck. the kiss was magical, just like the first time. all of your friends and family cheered for the both of you, happy to finally see you where they always knew you would be.

that was the start of your forever, with carlos.

——

2026

you were twenty-nine and heavily pregnant. carlos was thirty-two and an absolute nervous wreck about becoming a dad. this is always what the two of you wanted, to start a family, but now that it was happening you couldn’t be more nervous. as you stood in his parents back yard in spain, surrounded by friends and family at your baby shower, it all felt a little more real. you were standing alone at the drinks table, helping yourself to another lemonade, when carlos walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, lifting up your belly. you let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in. you thanked carlos for relieving the weight to which he just kissed your neck. you leaned into him, your feet beginning to hurt. you placed your cup down, turning around in his arms and wrapping yours around his neck. you both just stood there for a moment, taking in the few moments you had left just the two of you before you welcomed your baby into the world.

both of your moms looked at their kids, the utmost admiration in their eyes. their babies, were about to have a baby of their own. it was exactly like they had planned when they were younger, watching the kids grow up. they both always knew that their kids were destined for each other and cherished the day all of their dreams came true.

as they watched you stand there together, looking into each other’s eyes with everything you had they could tell that this was perfect. you and carlos, carlos and you. how it was always supposed to be.

this was just another chapter in your book of forever.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x female reader

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sparks | carlos sainz

Description: Carlos Sainz used to be your babysitter, now that you were older - you meet him in the paddocks, and an affair ensues.

It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment of carelessness. If you had believed it, you no longer did.

You used to belong in the upper echelon. Dinner parties, soirees, expensive bags and yacht parties. There wasn't a thing in this world that you couldn't afford - well, that was the past, and ever since your father's death, the family has been a little tight on money.

"Can you handle writing the reports for this new car? The dudes want to grab a few drinks, and you didn't wanna come with." your co-worker leans on the wall beside your desk and you respond with a hum. "I have all the time in the world." you answer, typing a few emails before turning your head in his direction.

"- what time do you need those reports done?" you inquired and he stared at the ceiling. "Preferably before 10, but it'll be okay if you send them tomorrow." he answered, walking away as he sees the other guys in his peripheral view.

As one of the interns in Ferrari - you were in the bottom of the food chain. Unpaid overtimes, too much workload and too little rest was basically normal for you.

"Santisima trinidad!" you exclaimed seeing another man inside of the garage when you opened the lights. "Carlos, I didn't see you there." you scratched the back of your head, keeping your eyes on the floor.

He'd never recognize you, last time he saw you - you were five years old and that was sixteen years ago. "I'm sorry for scaring you." he chuckled, while taking a sip of his beer. "I was just checking the car," he reasoned, placing his phone on his back pocket.

"In the dark?" you asked.

"I couldn't find the light switch." he blushed. Deciding that it was probably a conversation that he wasn't comfortable with, you take a step forward, holding the clipboard close to your chest. He stares at your face for a moment, eyes trailing back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

"You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" he stared deeper into your eyes. A chill runs down your spine. There was no way that you'd let him recognize you - it would be awkward. A gigantic elephant in the middle of the room.

"I'm Ferrari's new intern. I think we already met each other back in Spa." you navigated yourself out of the ridiculous predicament. He licks his lips, and suddenly the atmosphere thickens. "Well, you look good." he gives you a micro-smile, walking away from the garage.

As his shadow retreats from view, you let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding.

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"Lemme guess, he used his favorite line: you look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" Paige, your co-worker, teased.

Carlos Sainz was renowned around the paddocks for being a womanizer. There wasn't a single pretty lady that he hasn't spoken to, and apparently he had a modus operandi - one that now involved you. "I mean it's weird because he actually does know me." you shrugged, wiping the car grease from your overalls.

"You used to go to the same school? You're from the same town?" Paige inquired, piqued by the sudden turn of events. "He used to be my babysitter." you groaned, regrettably exposing your secret.

A gasp escapes her mouth.

"That's some hot shit." she chuckled.

"You read too much romance novels." you tried to hide your interest. "- a man whose obviously much older than you, begins to fall in love." Paige antagonized even further, earning a sigh.

Her eyes light up, like headlights.

"Wait, now you have to be my plus one in that event that I'm going to. Carlos is going to be there!" she exclaimed, hatching a devious plan. "But he's a womanizer? Why would you want me to go for him?" your eyes narrowed, annoyed that you were even involved with him in a conversation involving love.

"He'll change for you - and if he doesn't, at least you experienced the feeling of having him love you." Paige mused.

"Sounds chauvinistic." you shrug and she rolls her eyes. "Take one good look at his face, cuz' if you're asking me. I'd rather find ruin in his hands than with some other cheap fuck." she tried to convince you, but you already wanted Carlos Sainz Jr. the moment you talked to him inside of that dark garage.

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After the main event, you were quickly whisked off to one of the after-parties. The club was pumping, the music was about to make your ears explode, but suddenly someone's hands were on the small of your back. You turn your head, and you meet his brown ones.

Carlos Sainz Jr. the man that you were here for.

His hands were tenderly placed on your body, nothing sexual - just sensual. It felt normal for his hand to be there. It was nothing different from a husband holding his wife, it was natural for him to be touching you, there were no electric sparks or anything.

"Intern from Ferrari?" he smiled and you smiled in return.

He remembered!

"I don't think that we properly introduced each other. I'm Carlos." he presented his free hand for you to shake. "(Your Name)," you smiled, hoping that he wouldn't remember.

"Oh, that is why you were familiar!" he giggled, a wave of resonance flashing through his features. "I used to babysit you, right? I didn't even recognize you - you've changed." his eyes lingered back and forth. Men like him were easy, there was hidden desire behind those innocent brown eyes.

"- and you haven't changed at all." your teeth burrowed into your cheeks. "You make me feel old, there's only what...seven years between us?" he inquired, doing all the mental math.

"Yep, I was six and you were thirteen." you chuckled nervously, suddenly all the bass seem to tune out of your ears - and the only thing that you could pay attention to was Carlos.

His lips were on yours, the taste of champagne echoing through your enclosed mouth. His hands roamed around your body, a man searching for water in the middle of a desert.

"Why don't we take this to my room?" he suggested, and you broke free from the kiss - by extension also his hug. A wave of clarity engulfed your body. Did you really want to do this?

"I'm not that kind of person. I'm sorry, this was a mistake." you bolted out of your seat, retreating into the sea of people in front of you.

(UNKNOWN NUMBER) Not that kind of person What does that mean?

(YOU) not the kind to do 1 night stands m sorry

(Sainz Jr.) I'm sorry for making you feel that way. I never thought of you as just a one night thing. (YOU) nono it's ok don't lie on my account i understand (Sainz Jr.) No it's not. Let me make it up for you. .

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norrisleclercf1 · 4 months

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You just do it so well😭😭 could we get any other teen Lorenzo and Carlos blurbs please❤️

A/N: I tried to think of what to write, and this came to my head, so enjoy the chaos

"He's going to kill you," Lorenzo jumps, 10 feet in the air to be exact at the sound of his baby sister, Violetta. In his bathroom doorway stood the 6-year-old, holding a bunny stuffy that was once his.

Given to him by his Uncle Lando, and ever since whenever a new sibling was born, they got Bunbun. "Viv, get out." Lorenzo groans, hating that this was the sibling that caught him. Why couldn't Isabella? Currently going through a teenage rebellion and refusing to snitch. While the twin boys Diego and Rafeal are at boarding school, a special school for their gifts in art and music.

Instead, Lorenzo got stuck with the baby and the biggest daddy's girl in the world. Lorenzo at 18 was at the mercy of his 6-year-old sister. "I'm telling," Violetta turns and runs off, cursing Lo runs after her, not even caring. "Daddy!" Violetta squeals which raises the alarm. "Vivi, what's wrong my little bun?" Carlos comes out of his office.

"Shit," Lorenzo slides and hugs the corner, refusing to let his father see him. "Daddy, Lolo hair is red." "Little shit," Lorenzo groans and moves quick and on silent feet back into his room. Hearing the click he locks the door and now prays that Carlos thinks Violetta is being silly.

Which 100% won't happen as Viv has got Carlos wrapped around her tiny finger. "Lorenzo?" If he could jump out the window he would. "Yeah?'" "Yeah?" Carlos calls back and Lorenzo stands up straighter. "Yes sir?" Carlos sighs and tries the handle. "Unlock the door," "I'm naked," Lorenzo prays that this will work but he highly doubts it.

"Really? You got naked that quick from chasing Vivi to locking your door?" Fuck good hearing. Why couldn't his father have blown an eardrum or something from all his years racing. "Ugh, Dad whatever Viv told you, she's lying." Lorenzo moves fast shoving a beanie over his head.

"Right, because your sister would just randomly say your hair is cherry red." Lorenzo groans and unlocks the door. He stumbles back from the force Carlos opens the door and Carlos stands there with a smug smirk.

"Take off the beanie." Carlos instructs, Lorenzo quickly shakes his head no. "Take it off," Carlos moves fast ripping off and his jaw drops open. "Your hair! Your gorgeous hair!' Carlos gasps, touching the bright Ferrari red strands. "Oh, Lorenzo, my baby boy." Carlos whines and Lorenzo blushes at the words.

"Your Mama is going to kill you," "I lost a bet, this was the punishment or else Elijah was going to tell Anabella that I have feelings for her." Lorenzo grumbles really hating the eldest Leclerc-Norris kid. "Pfft," Carlos slams a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter. "You're getting blackmailed? That's so stupid."

"SHUT UP OLD MAN!" Lorenzo yells while Carlos holds his stomach laughing at his eldest. "Lorenzo, is it so bad Elijah tells Anabella about your crush?" "YES! iT'LL BE THE END OF THE WORLD!"

Carlos groans and rubs his eyes. How in the world was this boy a Sainz, no grace a smoothness. "Okay, you know what maybe this will come out before Mama get's home." Carlos thinks, but they hear Violetta squeal. "Mama! Mama! Lolo has red hair!"

"Oh shit," Both Sainz boys knew they were fucked in that moment.

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vicsbasement · 16 days

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Hey Vics!! For the F1 ask game: What started you on F1?

If you could swap any driver onto a different team, who would it be and to what team?

Do you enjoy any other types of racing outside of F1?

Hi, moss! How have you been? I hope you're doing great 💜 thank you for sending me these!!

1) How I got into the sport

Well, I've always been surrounded by sports. My dad is the ultimate sports fan, he watches absolutely every sport that he's able to. There's also my partner who, since he was a little kid, was a Schumacher fan. His mother was born in Germany and she'd always supported the Germany football team for the World Cup and since Schumi was already doing his rounds in F1 they started following him, too. We've been together a long time and since I already knew something about F1, (albeit my knowledge was merely peripheral) he convinced me to watch the Schumacher documentary that came out on Netflix around 2021. Let me tell you, that documentary got me so invested. All that he needed to tell me was that Mick was actually driving in Formula 1 to convince me to watch the races. But since neither of us were following the sport closely (it had been a while since he had dropped it, around Schumi's first retirement) we were a bit lost and took up DTS as a way to catch up. Well. That was a mistake. Or maybe the biggest win for him, I don't know, because I got obsessed. I got this huge crush in both Daniel Ricciardo and Charles Leclerc, it was just immediate tunnel vision and I just wanted to know more about all of them. So we ate the whole thing up, and suddenly I was following all of the grid on Instagram and we paid a subscription to watch the races immediately after we finished the whole of DTS. We started watching the races live around Miami in 2022 and haven't stopped since 😂

2) Swap a driver to any team

Huh. This is a tough question. You guys know I'm a huge Carlos fan. Obviously he's the one who comes to mind with these types of questions and, frankly, my favorite option for him isn't Mercedes or even Red Bull (I find their internal politics, CH and Helmut Marko repulsive) but Aston Martin. This would mean, though, that Lance would lose a seat, because I'd rather see Carlos driving with Fernando. I know that Fernando is a literal Disney Villain but if I go by interviews and vibes only I think he really does love Carlos and I think he would have a very similar relationship with him to the one he has with Lance, if not better. Like, they're almost family. So the Aston Martin project of it all seems as promising as it can be (even though they fumbled in the second half of last year and this year they haven't started with the right foot, but I have faith, dammit). I really do love the concept of two track terrorists just making life impossible for everyone else on the grid. But that's just the chaotic side of me.

3) Other types of racing

Currently not, no! I've been thinking of getting into Moto GP, but since we could no longer afford DAZN I don't really know where to watch it. The other day I was talking to someone in my family and they teased me that I should get into Moto GP because there are a bunch of Spaniards and since Carlos is my favorite in F1 I could definitely choose a fave easy in Moto GP 😂

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towine · 8 months

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Hi! I really enjoyed your post about your writing process (or I guess your answer?) It was really thorough and lovely 🥰 If you're still taking questions, I'm curious to know which authors/books have inspired you. (I think I read one post about Cormac McCarthy, but I'm curious to hear about any others 😊)

gio!!! hello! 🥰 i was so rambly but it makes me happy to know you enjoyed it! i'm always open to questions because i'll take any excuse to talk 😆

i'll confess that i don't read as many books as i ought to... it's true that cormac mccarthy's the orchard keeper inspired my username! ("—as if the very air had gone to wine.") as for authors that more directly influenced my writing, i have to admit richard siken's crush was a very formative influence, of which "scheherazade" is my favorite ❤️ (i think this makes it obvious that i was urged into writing by being on tumblr 10 years ago LOL). i'm also an enjoyer of pablo neruda, mary oliver, and william carlos williams, but i'm not as dedicated a poetry reader as i also ought to be...

honestly? my biggest inspirations are other fic writers. among the biggest is gyzym—who is on ao3 but also here on tumblr, and as a young writer i constantly turned to his work for inspiration. i remember reading this post about arachnophobia and this post about a book falling in love with its reader so, so many times. idk. i'm pretty sure he's like 40% of the reason i started writing.

another writer i admire and have drawn so much inspiration from is brella on ao3. some of their fics are like, my favorite ever. their prose is so... lovingly crafted, i can't find the words to describe it. i also love coloredink on ao3, particularly their final fantasy xii fics. they dig into canon in the most delicious way.

i also have to mention my spouse @qorktrees, aka artenon on ao3. if gyzym is the reason i started writing, artenon is the reason i'm the writer i am now. reading their fics taught me so much about narration, about parsing emotions and thoughts, about how to envision a character's inner world. i needed that. i still think about it, even now.

i think i learn a little bit from every writer i meet (yourself included, you know!!!). i'm lucky enough to be surrounded by so many skilled folks. people still surprise me, after all these years. it's awesome.

#thanks for the question!!! ❤️❤️❤️#tldr; i don't read enough published fiction HAH meanwhile i read metric tons of fanfiction #but that's ok because there is a truly astonishing amount of incredible writers on the internet #answered #giosele #writing

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LETTERMAN

002; the theatre

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summary: the one where ej and andy reunite after years when they're cast as love interests, finally rekindling their friendship and maybe getting something else out of it as well

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Ashlyn and Andy sat in the back of the theatre, getting ready for their auditions.

"People! Make sure your audition numbers are clearly visible on your clothes," Carlos yelled out

Most years, the two girls would be cast for low roles, roles that didn't require much work but this year, they were both going to get a role and they were sure of it.

Outside of school, Ashlyn and Andy were really good friends, having bonded over their mutual love for musical theater. But inside of school, they didn't talk often as Andy hang out with Ricky and Big Red who were more of the skater type.

"They aren't that bad, you can actually move," Ashlyn said as she saw Andy sitting at an uncomfortable angle.

"No Ashlyn, I need to look in this direction or I'll throw up over the grossest couple in the world," she said as she sat down, trying to ignore EJ and Nini.

Ashlyn knew about Andys small crush on her cousin. Ashlyn also knew about how during most of Junior High, EJ had the biggest crush on Andy.

"I'm so nervous," she muttered, holding her head in her hands.

Ashlyn looked at her friend. She knew how badly she wanted a role and so did she, "We're both good actors, singers,"

She chuckled, looking up, "You're trying to feed my ego," she said, standing up from her seat on the table.

"We are going to get the roles, probably, hopefully," Ashlyn said.

They did their makeup, staring into the mirrors before they turned to look at Miss Jenn as she walked through the door.

"Okay theater people, lets do this," she said and everyone cheered.

After the dance, they stood in a line, Andy unfortunately next to EJ and she was too close. Too close because she could smell his cologne and it was putting her off.

Miss Jenn started to hand out audition sheets and she passed one for Miss Darbus to Ashlyn before approaching Andy.

"You are giving me major Kelsi vibes, can you play the piano?" Miss Jenn asked as she looked at Andy.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can," she said and Miss Jenn smiled before Carlos handed her the audition sheet.

Miss Jenn claimed EJ as a total Troy before handing him the sheet and Nini a Gabriella sheet.

After Andy's audition, she sat in the crowd, watching as EJ performed his Troy song, Miss Jenn clapping. He was amazing. He always had been and it made her nervous. It always had.

He went and sat down next to Andy, smiling at her, "You did really well, you could do better than Kelsi, maybe a Taylor or even a Gabriella," he said.

She looked at him, a little confused at his current conversation with her. She could feel the blush starting to rise up her cheeks at the interaction.

"Really, but I thought your girlfriend was gonna play Gabriella," she said and he chuckled, obviously not hearing the bitterness in her voice.

"She's gonna be great," EJ stated. Andy ignored him, watching Gina's performance before Nini stepped up, ready to sing.

At least, that was until Ricky ran in screaming, "Am I too late?" Everyone turned to look at him.

"We're all set on Troys. We're low on Chad's," Miss Jenn said, "You can read after the Gabriellas,"

"I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie," Ricky explained, EJ rolling his eyes at the response.

She had not expected him to actually turn up. He had told her that he was going to audition for the musical but she didn't believe he would really do it.

"Troy would have arrived on time," Carlos said and Andy looked back at her best friend, wondering why he suddenly wanted to do this.

Andy furrowed her brows in confusion, wasn't Troy Bolton always late? The comment from Carlos didn't make sense.

"Okay Nini, lets try again," Miss Jenn said before she accidentally poured coffee over the sound system, the lights going out.

Nini was frozen on stage before she started singing, looking down at the floor. Andy watched as Ricky pulled his phone out, lighting her up so they could see her.

EJ huffed, standing up and doing the same thing. Nini finished her song just as the lights came on, everyone applauding her.

She could see that EJ felt like he was being overshadowed by Ricky and could see his insecurities written on his face.

That was something that she had always been able to see in him, those emotions on his face that nobody else seemed to notice.

"You, late boy, let's do the Chad side," Miss Jenn said after she thanked Nini, Ricky getting up on stage with his guitar.

"Don't say anything," Ashlyn whispered to Andy as she saw Nini cuddled up to EJ.

Andy closed her mouth after she was about to make a sarcastic comment, "You know me too well,"

Andy and Ashlyn had been friends for a while but they mainly met through Theater, even if she wasn't fiends with EJ anymore.

"I'm Ricky Bowen, I'm a junior and uh...here it goes," he said before doing a really bad acting job.

Andy felt bad for him as she watched him crumple the script up in his hand, going off script, talking directly to Nini. She stared at Big Red as he stood in the wings, both of them confused.

"Okay kiddo, time to sing," Miss Jenn said, confused at what was going on.

"Um, actually, can I sing something I prepared for myself?" He asked, hand brushing the back of his neck, nervous.

Miss Jenn hummed in response, "I guess so," she shook her head, "Go ahead,"

He grabbed his guitar from Big Red in the wings before starting to play, singing the song that Nini wrote to him to say that she loved him.

Andy cringed when she heard it. She remembered seeing it on her Instagram account when it first came out.

EJ looked up at him confused, watching Ninis look of disbelief. Miss Jenn smiled to herself at Rickys antics, knowing that he was the perfect Troy.

They all applauded before everyone left for Miss Jenn and Carlos to decide who was going to be on the cast list.

She was nervous as she walked out of the theatre hall with Ricky and Big Red, still confused at why he decided to try out for the musical.

"That happened," Ricky said, sighing to himself as the three walked into the hallway.

"I thought it was good," Andy said, Big Red nodding his head in agreement.

"Hey," Nini yelled out, chasing after them, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm auditioning," he said, gesturing to his guitar before looking at Nini.

Andy turned to Big Red, grabbing him and pulling the two into the hallway so the ex-couple could have their moment.

She didn't want to hear then arguing right now, not when she was so stressed out anyway about it all.

"Carlos is posting the cast list!" Kourtney yelled out and Andy rushed over, trying to peer over people to look at it.

She gasped, staring at it with disbelief before rushing to Ashlyn, "You're Taylor!" She said and Andy smiled at her still in shock.

"And you're Miss Darbus!" She exclaimed, the two girls pulling each other into a hug.

"Congrats," Gina said to Nini, the latter had gotten Gabriella whilst Gina was stuck being Kelsi.

"Chad! She thinks I'm a Chad?" EJ asked, his voice breaking slightly as he realised who had been cast as Troy. Ricky.

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"nice hit"

summary:

— Carlos wasn't admittedly great at tennis but he wanted to compete against you, who was incredibly good at the sport. He wanted to play against you, who also happens to be his biggest crush but he's too much of a wuss to confess. But he gets closer to you when he accidentally gives you a nice hit on the face.

genre:

— fluff & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— a request from @cahmi, hope you enjoy <33

Out of all the physical activities in the world, Carlos couldn't forgive himself for choosing tennis. He had experience in other fields such as basketball and football, but tennis was way out of the league. So, why? Why did Carlos Madrigal decide to learn tennis? It's not like he'll gain anything from it, he'll gain sore legs and arms for sure, nothing else. But why does he keep picking up the tennis racket each time?

Those [Eye Colors] held him in a chokehold each time he met them. He was powerless against their gaze whenever they would come around, he loved to think it was definitely unfair. It's unbelievable that he's here suffering with his racing heartbeat and butterflies tickling him in his stomach.

"Hey, Carlos"

"The hell do you want, [Name]?"

You giggled lightly at Carlos' snarkiness towards you, being classmates with him for years has proven you immune to his harsh attitude.

"Nothing, I just wanna see if you're okay since the match starts later after classes"

"Psh, so what? Do you think I'm going to let myself lose against you? In your wildest dreams"

"I'm not necessarily thinking that you're planning on losing against me in our match later"

Carlos rolls his eyes at you, he crosses his arms and faces away, it was an attempt to hide away the blush spreading on his cheeks.

"You sound too confident for your own good"

"Okay...I'll just go, see you later, good luck"

You sighed and walked away, joining your friends. Carlos releases the breath he didn't realize he was holding, he fixes his hair and grabbed his things. His heart tingled at the sound of your voice wishing him luck. It only now did he stopped to think about the choices he made so far.

Carlos picked on tennis because he saw that you're good at it. Also, newsflash, he's absolutely, definitely, and deeply attracted to you. The only problem was that he was too proud to admit it. Another thing that he's too proud to admit is his wack skills at tennis, though it's not like it's gonna stop him from competing against you.

The teen was purely determined to get your attention, he wanted to impress you through the sport you're a master at. Carlos saw this as his hope, and his cue to shoot his shot. As the bell rings, signaling for the last class for today, one hour before his tennis match, Carlos smirks and takes a different route to the gym instead of his classroom.

The entire class ended seemingly faster than anticipated, you grabbed your belongings and went to the changeroom. You put on your jersey and walked out, meeting with your partner for the match. This competition wasn't big, it's not like you're going to play against another school, but people still go to watch it. You busied yourself by stretching and warming up, swiftly, Carlos enters your peripheral vision along with his partner.

He looked nice in his jersey and with that grin on his face, he rested his racket on his shoulder and sent you a teasing look. You tilted your head and waved at him, he scoffs.

"Oye [Name], I'm gonna destroy you"

"I look forward to having a good game with you too, Carlos"

Carlos frowns and walks away, you shake your head with a smile. Eventually, the match begins as the referee and teachers all walked into their places. You give your partner a high-five before entering the court, you steadied your racket. Carlos brushes a stray hair out of his eye and gets in a stance.

You never saw Carlos as an athletic type, you assumed it was his twin brother, Camilo Madrigal. But oh well, life is full of surprises. One of those is that you were the first to serve, you shrugged. As you threw the ball and hit it, you watch Carlos sprint and merely miss it. The ball bounces over the net and you immediately smacked it back to him, Carlos grunts and chases the ball but fails.

The people at the gym cheered for you. The match progresses with you serving the ball again. The game wasn't eventful because Carlos keeps missing the ball at your every serve, this brings you to worry. You noticed Carlos resting his hands on his knees and out of breath, he was sweating profusely and it appears like he was not gonna make it.

Meanwhile, Carlos can feel the frustration bubbling up in his system. He knew he was shit at tennis that was why he practiced but why can't he hit the fucking ball?! It's beginning to piss him off. Once again, you were up to serve the ball. Carlos managed to catch it and hit it back a few times only to lose a point in the end. Dios, he's still at zero.

You cast Carlos a concerned look. Everybody knew you were great at tennis but what they didn't know was your hidden feelings for Carlos Madrigal. Despite his snarkiness, you still caught feelings for him. So, when the whistle blows and it was your time to serve again, you decided to give Carlos a chance, and probably a hint. You threw the ball up in the air and purposely missed it, causing the point to go to Carlos as well as the next serve.

The brief look of victory on his face sent a smile to your lips. However, as the ball was given to him, you can sense the tension rising in him. Your heart ached at the sight. When Carlos takes a deep inhale and threw the ball, his eyes accidentally land on yours. You two gazed at each other. Time moved slowly for him, he felt so enamored with you, resulting in him momentarily forgetting what he was doing. You looked so beautiful even with sweat dripping down your forehead, he can't count all the times he was longing to trap you in his arms.

All of a sudden, Carlos was brought back to reality. In a sudden rush, he goes to hit the ball exerting too much force making the ball directly hit you in the face, right on your eye. You release a groan and stumbled back, dropping your racket. Carlos gasped.

Oh, fuck what have I done?

Carlos watched as a few teachers hurried to check on you. He doesn't hear what they said but they took you away and out of the gym. Carlos felt his stomach drop to the ground, worry starts to flood into his thoughts. The match doesn't end though because you were substituted by your partner and Carlos was forced to continue the match. After a couple of rounds, you didn't return to the court yet which heightens his concern.

Later, the tennis game ends with Carlos and his partner losing, but he couldn't care less about it, all he cared about is you. He was too occupied thinking about you during the match which led to his loss. As soon as everybody began leaving the gym, Carlos sprints all the way to the nurse's office. He was plagued by guilt, he didn't intend to hurt you at all. He's afraid that you're probably thinking that he's a fucking asshole.

Carlos cautiously pushes the door open, he instantly sees you holding an ice packet against your eye. You were all alone with no nurse to assist you, this gives him a painful pang in his heart. Carlos gulped and held his breath before entering. You saw Carlos approaching you and almost gasped, you waved at him.

"Hi, how did the match go?"

"Fuck the tennis match"

"Oh..."

"Dios mio, why isn't anyone helping you?"

You watch Carlos rummage into the supplies at the clinic and took the responsibility to patch up your injury, your heart fluttered at this, it was very sweet of him. Carlos takes a seat beside you, he locks his eyes with yours and sighs.

"It's not like I'm implying something but sorry for hitting you in the face earlier"

"It's fine, Carlos. I know you didn't mean it"

"It was because of your pretty eyes that I hit the ball hard and it hit you"

Carlos froze before slapping a hand to his mouth, he slowly turns to you who had an unblinking gaze at him. He swallowed nervously, feeling his face heating up at every second.

"You...you think my eyes are pretty?"

"No! Fuck off!"

"You know, it's not entirely your fault I got hit. I kinda got distracted gawking at you that I didn't hit the ball"

You confessed. Carlos whipped his head around so fast that his neck could've snapped. You look at him expectedly with a smile, his face was full of disbelief.

"Quit playing, [Name]"

"What? It's the truth. I think you're very handsome Carlos"

Somehow, this wipes the uncertainty off his face as a smug smile rises on his lips. Your cheeks went hot as he scoots closer to you, not peeling his eyes away.

"Oh really, amor? Wow, I guess that ball hit you like cupid's bow, huh?"

You snorted and gave him a playful shove to his shoulder. Carlos lets out a laugh, he goes to trace your jawline with his finger. You quickly grabbed his hand and interlocked it with yours, you rested your head on his shoulder. You hold back a grin when this gets rid of his smugness and makes him quiet.

"I do admit, that was a nice hit, Carlos"

"I can give you a nice hit again if it means you'll hold my hand like this"

Carlos remarked. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and rolled your eyes jokingly. It was safe to say, you two were finally able to get closer all because of a "nice hit".

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spooksier · 2 years

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Do You Hear That? It's Gay Rights!

Fiction Podcasts and their role in LGBTQ representation

Invented in 2004, podcasts—a form of content which relies on episodic audio files—have blown up in recent years, becoming another major form of creating and sharing content to join the myriad of others that have cropped up. Everybody from former First Lady Michelle Obama to talk show host Conan O'Brien have their own podcast where they discuss their own opinions or interview others on a variety of topics for an audience of thousands. However, while more informative podcasts do have their place, one fairly recent advent that interests me is the existence of fiction podcasts.Podcasts that take inspiration from the era of radio programs of the mid-1900s and follow a story arc creating their own characters and worlds that play out entirely over audio; what particularly interests me and many other is something that many fiction podcasts are ripe with—LGBTQ representation, good representation too. A fair amount of these shows have an almost entirely LGBTQ cast of characters and treat these characters with a degree of respect and care that queer viewers are not to seeing in other forms of mainstream entertainment. Three shows I recognize as having particularly successful representation is Night Vale Presents' Welcome to Night Vale, Rusty Quill's The Magnus Archives, and Sophie Takagi Kaner and Kevin Vibert's The Penumbra Podcast (Junoverse); three podcasts that have a queer main character and a mostly (or entirely) queer supporting cast. The type of representation shown in these works is one that is a realistic, multi-faceted existence of gay people that have their own lives, goals, personalities, and complex relationships.

When talking about LGBTQ representation in mainstream entertainment, one of the biggest critiques myself and many other queer viewers have is how gay characters are treated when referring to their same-gender attraction. Shows like the wildly popular sitcom Friends come to mind where the mere presence of a gay character is a punchline come to mind, where the character's sexuality is the joke and isn't meant to be taken seriously—something that fiction podcasts wholly avoid. Welcome to Night Vale, a science-fiction podcast that has been running since June 2012, comes right out of the gate in it's first episode in announcing that the main character Cecil Palmer is gay and the only joke to be found is how he's so quickly fallen for a scientist named Carlos—regularly interrupting his own show to update listeners on Carlos the scientist and his "perfect hair". Cecil's relationship with Carlos is mentioned multiple times in the following episodes, Cecil's crush never being treated as some fling or non-serious thing that only lasted an episode and the two end up in a happy, healthy relationship where they are completely devoted to each other. The Penumbra Podcast (in their episodes based in the universe of Juno Steel) has a similar approach to getting the main character's queerness understood quickly—when private investigator Juno Steel is paired with Peter Nureyev (presently under the alias of 'Rex Glass'), Peter's attraction to Juno is referenced multiple times throughout the two episodes they're together; Juno never reacts adversely or thinks of Peter as being somebody predatory even though the listener assumes Juno Steel as being heterosexual at the beginning due to the heteronormativity of the noir crime genre. Towards the end, the two do end up sharing a kiss in Juno's apartment, something that honestly surprised me during my first listen as I had assumed that Peter's advances wouldn't be reciprocated. Even though they do part ways at the end, Juno regularly thinks about Peter and considers him as somebody he needs to be with due to his strong feelings for him up until they reconnect. What impressed me is that even though it is made obvious that Juno's love interest is somebody of the same gender, his bisexuality is still very present and something that cannot be divorced from his character. Because the Magnus Archives takes place in modern London instead of a parallel dimension of conspiracy theories like Night Vale or on Mars in the far future like Penumbra, it has a more realistic approach to portraying the sexuality of the characters. Even though the audience does not learn about the main character Jonathan Sims' sexuality until mid-season three and late season four, the podcast is still full of complex queer characters that have their own important places in the narrative. Jon's sexuality is brought up first through office gossip between the characters Basira Hussain and Melanie King where they discuss the relationship between him and another character Martin Blackwood in this discussion it's revealed that Jon is actually asexual and sex-repulsed, this information Melanie received from Jon's ex-girlfriend Georgie Barker who Melanie ends up dating in later seasons. There's no over the top reaction from either women, just a simple comment of "that explains a lot" and they move on. Jon's asexuality becomes more important because he does end up in a romantic relationship with Martin and it is so rare to see not only a non-sexual character as the lead but to have the main pairing of the show be a non-sexual one when so much queer representation is so overly sexualized. All three of these shows have a non-straight main character—Juno Steel and Jon Sims being bisexual/biromatic and Cecil Palmer being gay—that aren’t treated as weird, predatory, or overly flighty when it comes to commitment but are written as complex, personality-filled characters who are serious about who they love.

Furthermore, these podcasts all play in a specific genre that has historically not been a place where queer people have been welcomed. Welcome to Night Vale injects queer love and queer life into the incredibly heterosexual genre that is science-fiction that typically only shows a speculative environment for heterosexual, cisgender white people. Night Vale's radical queerness stretches past the duo of Cecil and Carlos and applies to the entirety of the small desert town of Night Vale, it's not atypical to hear of a trans character like Sheriff Sam who uses they/them pronouns or follow the developing romance of Michelle Nguyen and Maureen; Night Vale is a queer space in science-fiction and one we desperately need. In another facet of an almost exclusively heterosexual and white genre is the Penumbra Podcast, not only is Juno's bisexuality antithetical to the genre of noir but his absolute refusal to conform to a typical form gender expression flies in the face of all of the hyper-masculine characters that came before him. Juno refers to himself as a lady in multiple episodes, uses typically feminine descriptors for himself, and even wears a ballgown and six-inch heels during a heist just because he wanted to. Many listeners to Penumbra even cite Juno Steel's form of gender expression as the first thing that made them realize that they didn't have to conform to society's expectations of how they should behave. Where the noir genre usually concerns the grittiness, sexual, and immoral facets of life, Penumbra goes in the direction of hope, queer love, and community. While The Magnus Archives is definitely a horror podcast, it refuses to let itself play to the usual tropes and cliches of the genre. Queer characters in horror are normally seen through weak, stereotyped characters or through violent criminals (think Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs), the Magnus Archives avoids this by making both heroic and villainous characters queer and before anything, giving these characters developed personalities. Listeners can find representation in Martin Blackwood, a gay character who is kind, attentive, and loves fiercely in the light of an apocalypse; or in Elias Bouchard, a gay character who is an insufferable sociopath and bashed another character's head in with a lead pipe. What connects all three of these podcasts is that they all exist in genres where relationships are seen as disposable, where it is perfectly in form for the main character to have a different love interest each week, but all three defy this by each having a steady, happy queer relationship as the focal point of romance.

As important as it is to examine these podcasts in-universe, it is also vital to inspect the community surrounding each of them. The communities around these podcasts are full of queer people who are energetically supported by the creatives who created said podcasts and are encouraged to interpret the queerness of the characters. For example, an error in the show notes for episode 132 of the Magnus Archives referred to Jon Sims with they/them pronouns, once it was pointed out to the writer (who is also Jon's voice actor) he didn't shoot down the possibility of Jon being nonbinary or even correct the error—he simply let the possibility stay there for whoever would feel comforted by having a character like them. A theory I hold for why queer people flock to podcasts is that it is a form of content that is safe to consume while in the closet or in an environment where one cannot be openly themselves; it's an audio-only medium and, due to most fiction podcasts still being somewhat unknown, their queerness is not widely talked about unlike mainstream television where the existence of a non-cishet character is more often than not widespread news. The communities for these podcasts are safe havens for queer individuals who feel unwelcome anywhere else.

Mainstream television also has its fair share of queer media—shows that have queer characters or have a largely queer fanbase—that, while they have their own strengths, pale in comparison to fiction podcasts they share genres with when it comes to respectful representation. CW's Riverdale boasts that it has a heaping of good representation but it does not reach the level of representation that another noir mystery show like the Penumbra Podcast has; firstly Riverdale has gotten into hot water due to overly sexualizing their teen characters, including the non-straight ones, and even queerbaiting audience members by promising a gay kiss but only to reveal that the kiss wasn't meant to be romantic, only a distraction at best or entirely non-consensual at worse. The long-running science-fiction show Doctor Who also has some catching up to do when compared to Welcome to Night Vale; while in recent years there's been a definite step towards more inclusion of queer characters, there is still something to be desired in the way queer characters and relationships are shown. Bill Potts, the first lesbian companion in the show's history, is a wonderful character but her relationship with Heather is barely developed and seemingly glossed over unlike the relationship between Cecil and Carlos which is a deeply complex and well-written partnership that's been in the works since episode one. It also falls into a stereotype of a promiscuous multi-gender attracted person in the character of Captain Jack Harkness. The largest divide I believe is seen between the CW's Supernatural and the Magnus Archives. Both shows are brutal horrors where not everybody survives, Rusty Quill even bills the Magnus Archives as a tragedy but there is a big difference between how both shows treat its queer characters. Supernatural has only one lesbian character that appeared in more than one episode of its fifteen year run—she was killed off. It has also been widely ridiculed for queerbaiting its audience over the possible relationship between the characters Dean Winchester and Castiel, constantly using the will-they-won't-they of their relationship to draw in viewers only to not act on it. Dean's actor, Jesen Ackles, even says that he is uncomfortable with the possibility of the relationship, a far cry from the creatives behind the Magnus Archives who are happy to support their fans in their joy over the queer relationships. All in all, mainstream television has a long way to go before they reach the standard fiction podcasts have set when it comes to representation.

In conclusion, the advent of fiction podcasts is a monumental moment in the movement towards the inclusion of LGBTQ people beyond just a token, stereotyped character; they offer a world where we are the heroes and we are treated with the respect that we've been denied for so long. Welcome to Night Vale, the Penumbra Podcast, the Magnus Archives, and many others are all expertly crafted audio dramas that have queer characters that think and breathe and live; their existence is proof that good, complex representation is possible even with the barest necessities available to your production. Mainstream entertainment has to take note and try to follow in the footsteps of these works if they hope to capture even a bit of the magic and safety these podcasts have brought to the lives of queer people.

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bloodthornfairy · 3 years

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What if all the Brazilian legends were true?

“ After finding a strange dead animal on a beach in Rio de Janeiro, the detective Eric (Marco Pigossi) from the Environmental Police Station gets involved in a murder investigation and discovers a world inhabited by mythical entities usually unnoticed by humans.” (Wikipedia)

You all better go watch Cidade Invisível (Invisible City) on Netflix simply because it’s about Brazilian folklore and I’ve just finished the first episode and it’s fucking amazing. Plus, probably it’s going to be extra mysterious for you guys that don’t know the myths.

(Call it Brazilian Grimm, Supernatural or what ever but it’s GREAT.)

Carlos Saldanha, creator and executive producer, directed Ferdinand(2017), Rio(2011) and Ice Age(2002).

Bonus : Marco Pigossi is one of my biggest celebrity’s crushes so...yeah. Yeah. Exactly.

#i’m so so so excited #netflix #Brazilian tv series #brazilian #go watch it #invisible city #cidade invisível #marco pigossi #tidelands #chaotic academia #dark academia

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witching-hour · 3 years

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S(andwiche)s and Giggles [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

REQUESTED BY @aimkatsz Hey! I just found your blog and I love your writing! Can I make a request for Juice in which the reader and him are great friends and the reader has a crush on him but he is oblivious to it. The reader decides to tell him in a very cute way. Can it have a fluffy ending please! Thank you!

(A/N): i’m so sorry this took so long to post. hope you enjoy, hun! this being my first juice request, i hope i did him justice and wrote him well! feedback and commentary is always welcome babes

SUMMARY: the classic trope of best friends liking each other but one party being oblivious hits the relationship of juice and the reader

TW: none

“COME IN,” you heard, muffled, from behind the door. At the sound of his voice, the corner of her lips curved upwards into a small smile. Your fisted hand lowered from the wood paneling with a reaper carved in the center to the dark brass knob, twisting it to open the door to your favorite Son’s dorm room.

He was seated at his desk with his laptop open, just like Jax told you he would be. The computer-savvy patch was given a task for the club and you knew that he would not be leaving his room for hours, and instead glued to the screen. Your best friend had the habit of getting sucked into his own little world when he was by himself for long periods of time. But that world he would get drawn into was not something that was seen as a good thing.

When you first met Juice when he moved to the small town of Charming from the big city of New York and became a prospect sponsored by Jax, he always wore that goofy little boyish smile on his face. He still does, but behind that smile you learned was a dark void in the back of his mind built from childhood trauma of depression and anxiety. The closer you got to the Puerto Rican, the more you learned about him and his family (or lack thereof), and it broke your heart. The only real family he ever had was the one he made in Charming – with the Sons of Anarchy, with Gemma, and with you.

He wasn’t good alone.

So, you never let him be alone.

You reminded him every day of it. You would always be there.

When the guys told you what Juice was up to, you made some sandwiches out of what was left in the fridge in the Clubhouse kitchen before you wrapped them in some paper towels and headed upstairs to the dorms.

He swiveled around in his chair to see who came in, his face lighting up at the sight of you kicking the door shut behind you as you waved a sandwich in each hand. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Heard you were cooped up in here,” You crossed the room, perching yourself on the edge of his desk, handing him one of the sandwiches wrapped up in paper towels, “Figured you hadn’t eaten today yet. And, no, Bobby’s pot muffins don’t count.”

“They were blueberry.”

You rolled your eyes, “OK, Juan.”

He smiled innocently at you as he chewed on the sandwich, making you snort in amusement, which made you both burst out into laughter.

A few beats of silence ticked by as you both shared humored smiles and ate together in peace. As you finished chewing, you cleared your throat catching the boy’s attention, completely enamored by your presence, “So,” you got out while still chewing away at the bread, “am I allowed to know what top secret thing Clay’s got you doing?”

He gestured to the screen, scooting his chair to the side so you could peak over.

“It’s a binary search algorithm…” As soon as he started using computer science terms you checked out and decided to finish your snack while you just watched him ramble. The way his eyes sparkled when they met the glare from the screen. Or the way his jaw ticked when his mouth would close. Or the way the golden rings complimented his skin tone as he would point at something with those long fingers of his. Or the way his shirt would rise up ever so slightly when he hunched over, giving you a teasing look at the grey boxers peeking from above where his jeans rested on his hips. Or the way his muscles would move under his tight white t-shirt.

Every part of him made you fall into a daze.

He called your name one, two, three times before you finally snapped out of whatever trance you were in.

“Hmm?” You blinked a few times as you tried to remember the last thing he said.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, amused that you toned out his ‘geek talk’ as you liked to call it, yet completely oblivious to the longing looks you were sending his way. “You didn’t get any of that, did you?”

“No habla inglés?”

“You’re hilarious, (Y/N).”

“And you’re adorable, Juicey.”

“I’m pretty sure you are the adorable one here,” He shook his head with a wide grin on his face, one of his hands reaching out to poke you in the side, making you squirm.

“Juan Carlos,” You warned as he jabbed your other side, making you jolt, “don’t you dare.”

In a split second, the Son had you pinned against the desk as his fingers attacked your most sensitive spots, tickling your sides, stomach, and right under your neck. It started with you giggling and trying to push him off, and he would back off to give you a minute to catch your breath before he would dive back in to torture you. Then when he started not letting up, you got away to the other side of the room still laughing as he chased you. You were sure everyone downstairs knew it was you two screwing around, but they would probably take that term literally since they always teased the friendship between their youngest member and Gemma’s latest prodigy.

(Half-Sac was pouring a round of shots for Gemma and the club as money and hollers were passed around, obviously them not realizing what was actually going on up there).

Juice’s hand almost clasped around your wrist, but you slipped through his grip and tried to hop over the bed. Both your laughs filled the room as you tripped with one leg still across the mattress and the other flat on the floor. While you were tripped up, Juice caught you by the waist and slammed you on the bed with both his arms encasing you.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” You wheezed out, trying to hit him and block his hands. He nipped at your neck to get you to lose your focus on blocking his attack on your tummy. You gasped out in shock before you were consumed with laughter just straight up cackles at this point once more.

“Surrender!”

“Hell no – Juice!”

“Beg for mercy.”

“No!”

“Da-,“ you broke out in between each laugh, “-mn. It. Juan-“

“Okay! Okay! St-o-p! You’re gonna make me piss myself.”

He chuckled once more before finally moving his hands away from you, allowing you to smack his chest as he let out a “oomf” noise. You adjusted yourself on the bed by laying your stomach as Juice moved onto his back.

“You alright?” His smile morphed into a look of concern. Juice, always the sweetheart. It was one of the main reasons why you fell for him. Besides how much of a softie he was, he was also such a goofball, and fiercly protective when he felt the people he cared about was threatened. (You’ve only ever been a situation like that once because of your relations to the club; nothing too serious, but Juice became more protective of you after that).

He was someone you could play video games wiith. He was someone who’d give you his sweatshirt when you were cold, or when he didn’t have one and just bring you into a bear hug instead for natural body heat. And, man, did he give the best hugs.

You chuckled, “Yeah, I’m good.” You pressed your face into the blanket under you, mumbling, “You’re lucky I like you.”

He gave you an odd look. “What was that?” The patch’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, sitting up while still keeping his eyes on you. Did he hear you right?

You sent him a confused look right back. What? Then it registered what you said. Out loud. Oh fuck me. And internal panic set in.

Plan B. Plan B. Plan B. Plan B.

Play stupid.

“What was what?”

“You said you like me?” His response sounded more like a question, either ensure thats what he heard or did hear you but was confused by what you meant.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“See!” You exclaimed with your hands thrown in the air.

“What? No! I-”

“Yeah!” You called out loudly, knowing playing stupid wasn’t helping your situation. “Coming Chibs!”

“Chibs didn’t call for you,” the boy shook his head, grabbing you by your waist before you got off the bed, keeping you pinned down by his lower half practically covering yours.

Despite him pining you to his bed, you still attemted to escape this situation as fight-or-flight mode kicked in. “You sure? Because I’m pretty sure-”

“Cut the bullshit.”

Well, damn. Ok, daddy. When did he get like this and where could you sign up for more of it?

The dead serious expression slowly turned into a “please-tell-me-the-truth” look with his puppy dog eyes that turned your heart to mush. “You like me?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip as you debated your answer. You already slipped up, might as well come clean since their is no way you’re getting out of this one. And if even by chance you would be able to escape the dorm, you would be faced with Detective Gemma and her hounds in leather. You finally answered with a meek, “yeah.”

Juice busts out in the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on his face, which makes you about as confused as he is half the time with the club and their teasing. He moves one of the hands he has flat on the bed to hold up his weight down to stoke the line of your jaw. You try to analyze his face for any hint to what he’s thinking but you’re drawing blanks due to that stupid, blinding smile he’s wearing.

“Can I kiss you?”

If you were eating or drinking anything, you would have surely choked. You were surprised you didn’t choke on air alone over his question. Your eyes widening must have given away your shock because his face fell and he backed off of you.

“I’m sorry. I thought-”

And before either of you could grasp what was happening, your hands shot out to clutch onto the lapels of his kutte and yank him forward, your lips clashing together. The kiss was shorter and not as deep as you wanted but it satisfied you that you were able to get the short and sweet one. You loosened your grip on his kutte, allowing him to pull back slightly. When his gaze met yours, you offered an innocent, bashful, curled-in lip smile.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that,” you admitted, breaking the silence that had consumed the room.

“Not as much as me,” he quipped, running a hand over his faux mohawk.

“Mmm,” you shook your head, “I don’t think so, Juicey.”

“Want me to show you?”

“Yes please.”

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faraway-wanderer · 3 years

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BOOKS BY ASIAN AUTHORS MASTERLIST #stopasianhate

In light of recent events and the growing anti- Asian hate in the US and UK over the course of the pandemic I wanted to put together a masterlist of books by Asian authors. Obviously, it’s not extensive and there are HUNDREDS out there, but supporting art by Asian creators is a way of showing support; read their stories, educate ourselves. It goes without saying that we should all be putting effort into reading stories of POC and by POC because even through fiction we’re learning about different cultures, countries and heritages. So here’s some books to start with by Asian authors!

Here is a link also for resources to educate and petitions to sign (especially if you don’t read haha). It’s important that we educate ourselves and uplift Asian voices right now. Your anti-racism has to include every minority that faces it.

https://anti-asianviolenceresources.carrd.co/

for UK peeps, this is a good read: We may not hear about the anti Asian racism happening here, but it is definitely happening. https://www.harpersbazaar.com/uk/culture/culture-news/a35692226/its-time-we-stopped-downplaying-the-uks-anti-asian-racism/

THE BOOKS:

· War Cross- Marie Lu ( the worldbuilding in this is IMMENSE.)

For the millions who log in every day, Warcross isn’t just a game—it’s a way of life. The obsession started ten years ago and its fan base now spans the globe, some eager to escape from reality and others hoping to make a profit.

· Star Daughter- Shveta Thakrar

A beautiful story about a girl who is half human and half star, and she must go to the celestial court to try to save her father after he has fallen ill. And before she knows it, she is taking part in a magical competition that she must win!

· These Violent Delights- Chloe Gong (I told my little sister to read this book yesterday bc she has a thing for a Leo as Romeo- so if you want deadly good looking Romeos, badass Juliet’s and to learn about 1920s Shanghai- this is for you.)

The year is 1926, and Shanghai hums to the tune of debauchery. A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. A Romeo and Juliet retelling.

· The Poppy War- R.F Kuang (My fave fantasy series just fyi- it’s soul crushing in the best way. Rebecca Kuang is a god of an author).

A brilliantly imaginative talent makes her exciting debut with this epic historical military fantasy, inspired by the bloody history of China’s twentieth century and filled with treachery and magic, in the tradition of Ken Liu’s Grace of Kings and N.K. Jemisin’s Inheritance Trilogy.

· Loveboat Taipei- Abigail Hing Wen (Really heartwarming and insightful!)

When eighteen-year-old Ever Wong’s parents send her from Ohio to Taiwan to study Mandarin for the summer, she finds herself thrust among the very over-achieving kids her parents have always wanted her to be, including Rick Woo, the Yale-bound prodigy profiled in the Chinese newspapers since they were nine—and her parents’ yardstick for her never-measuring-up life.

· Sorcerer to the Crown- Zen Cho (if anyone is looking for another Howl’s Moving Castle, look no further than this book)

At his wit’s end, Zacharias Wythe, freed slave, eminently proficient magician, and Sorcerer Royal of the Unnatural Philosophers—one of the most respected organizations throughout all of Britain—ventures to the border of Fairyland to discover why England’s magical stocks are drying up.

· Emergency Contact- Mary H.K. Choi (very wholesome and fun rom-com!)

For Penny Lee high school was a total nonevent. When she heads to college in Austin, Texas, to learn how to become a writer, it’s seventy-nine miles and a zillion light years away from everything she can’t wait to leave behind.

· Jade City- Fonda Lee (I am reading this currently and can I just say- I think everyone who loves fantasy and blood feuds in a story should read this.)

JADE CITY is a gripping Godfather-esque saga of intergenerational blood feuds, vicious politics, magic, and kungfu. The Kaul family is one of two crime syndicates that control the island of Kekon. It's the only place in the world that produces rare magical jade, which grants those with the right training and heritage superhuman abilities.

· A Pho Love Story- Loan Le

When Dimple Met Rishi meets Ugly Delicious in this funny, smart romantic comedy, in which two Vietnamese-American teens fall in love and must navigate their newfound relationship amid their families’ age-old feud about their competing, neighbouring restaurants.

· Rebelwing- Andrea Tang

Business is booming for Prudence Wu. A black-market-media smuggler and scholarship student at the prestigious New Columbia Preparatory Academy, Pru is lucky to live in the Barricade Coalition where she is free to study, read, watch, and listen to whatever she wants.

· Wings of the Locust- Joel Donato Ching Jacob

Tuan escapes his mundane and mediocre existence when he is apprenticed to Muhen, a charming barangay wiseman. But, as he delves deeper into the craft of a mambabarang and its applications in espionage, sabotage and assassination, the young apprentice is overcome by conflicting emotions that cause him to question his new life.

· The Travelling Cat Chronicles- Hiro Arikawa

Sometimes you have to leave behind everything you know to find the place you truly belong...

Nana the cat is on a road trip. He is not sure where he's going or why, but it means that he gets to sit in the front seat of a silver van with his beloved owner, Satoru.

· Super Fake Love Song- David Yoon

From the bestselling author of Frankly in Love comes a contemporary YA rom-com where a case of mistaken identity kicks off a string of (fake) events that just may lead to (real) love.

· Parachutes- Kelly Yang

Speak enters the world of Gossip Girl in this modern immigrant story from New York Times bestselling author Kelly Yang about two girls navigating wealth, power, friendship, and trauma.

· The Grace of Kings- Ken Liu ( One of the Time 100 Best Fantasy Books Of All Time!)

Two men rebel together against tyranny—and then become rivals—in this first sweeping book of an epic fantasy series from Ken Liu, recipient of Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy awards.

· Wicked Fox- Kat Cho

A fresh and addictive fantasy-romance set in modern-day Seoul.

· Descendant of the Crane- Joan He

In this shimmering Chinese-inspired fantasy, debut author Joan He introduces a determined and vulnerable young heroine struggling to do right in a world brimming with deception.

· Pachinko- Min Jin Lee

Richly told and profoundly moving, Pachinko is a story of love, sacrifice, ambition, and loyalty. From bustling street markets to the halls of Japan's finest universities to the pachinko parlors of the criminal underworld, Lee's complex and passionate characters--strong, stubborn women, devoted sisters and sons, fathers shaken by moral crisis--survive and thrive against the indifferent arc of history.

· America is in the Heart- Carlos Bulosan

First published in 1946, this autobiography of the well known Filipino poet describes his boyhood in the Philippines, his voyage to America, and his years of hardship and despair as an itinerant laborer following the harvest trail in the rural West.

· Days of Distraction- Alexandra Chang

A wry, tender portrait of a young woman — finally free to decide her own path, but unsure if she knows herself well enough to choose wisely—from a captivating new literary voice.

· The Astonishing Colour of After Emily X.R Pan

Alternating between real and magic, past and present, friendship and romance, hope and despair, The Astonishing Color of After is a novel about finding oneself through family history, art, grief, and love.

· The Gilded Wolves- Roshani Chokshi

It's 1889. The city is on the cusp of industry and power, and the Exposition Universelle has breathed new life into the streets and dredged up ancient secrets. Here, no one keeps tabs on dark truths better than treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. When the elite, ever-powerful Order of Babel coerces him to help them on a mission, Séverin is offered a treasure that he never imagined: his true inheritance.

· When Dimple met Rishi- Sandhya Menon

Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But when opposites clash, love works hard to prove itself in the most unexpected ways.

· On Earth we’re briefly Gorgeous- Ocean Vuong

Poet Ocean Vuong's debut novel is a shattering portrait of a family, a first love, and the redemptive power of storytelling.

· Fierce Fairytales- Nikita Gill

Complete with beautifully hand-drawn illustrations by Gill herself, Fierce Fairytales is an empowering collection of poems and stories for a new generation.

BOOKS BEING RELEASED LATER THIS YEAR TO PREORDER:

· Counting down with you- Tashie Bhuiyan- 4th May

A reserved Bangladeshi teenager has twenty-eight days to make the biggest decision of her life after agreeing to fake date her school’s resident bad boy.

How do you make one month last a lifetime?

· Gearbreakers- Zoe Hana Mikuta- June 29th

Two girls on opposite sides of a war discover they're fighting for a common purpose--and falling for each other--in Zoe Hana Mikuta's high-octane debut Gearbreakers, perfect for fans of Pacific Rim, Pierce Brown's Red Rising Saga, and Marie Lu's Legend series

· XOXO- Axie Oh- 13th July

When a relationship means throwing Jenny’s life off the path she’s spent years mapping out, she’ll have to decide once and for all just how much she’s willing to risk for love.

· She who became the sun- Shelley Parker-Chan- 20th July

Mulan meets The Song of Achilles in Shelley Parker-Chan's She Who Became the Sun, a bold, queer, and lyrical reimagining of the rise of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty from an amazing new voice in literary fantasy.

· Jade Fire Gold- June C.L Tan- October 12th

Keep sharing, signing petitions and donating where you can. The more people who are actively anti-racist, the better. And if your anti-racism doesn’t include the Asian community then go and educate yourself! BLM wasn’t a trend and neither is this. We have to stand up against white supremacy, and racism and stereotypes and we have to support the communities that need our support. Part of that can include cultivating your reading so you’re reading more diversely and challenging any stereotypes western society may have given you.

Feel free to reblog and add any more recommendations and resources of course!

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samandcolbyfan · 3 years

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Love behind the scenes| Grant Gustin x fem.reader (part 1)

You were young and talented actress who got the amazing opportunity to join the superhero world playing in The Flash. You were new addition to the Flash family as the cast called themselves. Everyone welcomed you with open arms and it was almost unreal to you how kind and welcoming everyone was, especially Grant. This was basically your dream come true. You were a massive fan of the show, the characters and the actors and now you got to work with them.

The show runner didn't go into detail of your character that you are potraying but he gave you all the information you needed to practically become one with the character. You were paying smart, geeky but confident and snarky detective who Barry didn't like at first, though slowly but surely became friends with her and when she saved Flashes life he brought her to Star Labs introducing her to the team.

Right now you and the cast were at comic con and having an interview. It was Carlos aka Cisco, Danielle Nicolette aka Cecil and Tom Cavanagh aka Wells and/or Reverse Flash sitting in the back. In the front was Danielle Panabaker aka Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost, you, Grant aka Barry Allen and Candice Patton aka Iris West.

You were sitting next to Danielle on your right and Grant on your left and to say you were having butterflies just sitting so close to Grant, to your biggest celebrity crush, was an understatement. The reporter welcomed all of you and started asking questions.

"So season 7 is quickly approaching and the fans myself included would love to know a bit about what to expect. Can you tell us something about the upcoming season?"

Grant took the opportunity to answer.

"we can expect a lot of action and interesting plot twists that's for sure"

"okay is having a new character in the picture the main reason for the plot twists?"

You laughed a bit to calm your nerves. You were always nervous during an interview and now you were amongst your favorite people. You smiled at the reporter and answered.

"I'd say my character will be a big part of the twists and surprising events but not the main one, I don't think."

"okay you're playing a detective with an interesting personality is she a meta?"

"I won't say if she is or not just to not give too much away but I'm going to say that nobody including her thinks she is so far."

The interview continued and we all had a good time and good laugh. Tom, Carlos and Grant are quite the three. One question made you actually blush.

"I see that Grant has a lady on each side of him, Candice who's playing his wife and y/n. Can this be taken as a hint of possible love triangle between Barry, Iris and y/ch/n?"

Grant answered that.

"maybe I mean everything can happen right especially on the Flash. Nothing is impossible."

After the interview and the comic con everyone said their goodbyes and went home. You were going to do the same when Grant cought up with you.

"hey I was wondering if you'd like to go grab some dinner. I don't want to go yet and I'd love to spend time with you and get to know you better."

You were taken aback. Your crush and now actual friend invited you to dinner. You were grinning at him as you answered.

"yeah sure why not."

Little did you know, that dinner was just the beginning...

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What are your headcanons for each member of Sector Z? 😊

Well, well, well... challenge accepted darling 😘

Here we go 😎

Sector Z Headcanons

Bruce Hudnall (Numbuh 0.1)

His very sharp and grumpy personality are the first details you will notice of his personality. Bruce has also a very sharp sarcasm that not everybody can understand it.

He can be cautious towards foreigners at first, and is not easy to gain his trust. “Trust is something you must be gain.” That’s his motto.

He can upset very much if someone makes fun of his hobbies or his height. Sometimes David teasing him calling him “Grumpy” but despite his jokes, they share a deep friendship.

Bruce always had a secret crush for David’s older sister, Rosalind, and when he wants to have his revenge on him, he doesn’t hesitate to call her “Ginger Rosy”, knowing this makes David upset very much (David is very protective towards his two sisters) but not just because she’s a ginger girl, but because Bruce thinks she looks like Ginger Rogers very much!

Bruce has a passion not just for gardening, but he loves to collecting vintage postcards too where there are beautiful photographs of 20th Century Divas/Models. This is a passion that’s been passed by his grandparents: for his 10th birthday, they gave him a special case where they collected vintage postcards for years and he loved it. He doesn’t have a favorite Diva: he thinks they are all beautiful.

He doesn’t shares his hobbies and passions with everyone but just with those he can trust.

Despite Bruce and her older sister, Ashley, love each other very much their bond it’s always a bit conflicting because of excessive protection and her stern ways towards his brother. Nevertheless, he will never change their bond for anything in the world.

David Edward Garrison (Numbuh 0.2)

He was originally born in Ontario (Canada) but his family was immigrated by Ireland many years ago. He’s bilingual: he speaks a very fluent French and English too.

David can spread calm, can be generous and very altruistic and protective towards who loves and competitive at the same time.

He has a bizarre sense of humor and can make some strange jokes when he’s in the mood; because of his kindhearted soul he can forgive (almost!) everything.

David has two sisters: Rosalind (oldest) and Diane (youngest) and he shares with the youngest one a very strong bond and he can be overprotective towards her: Diane never knew her mother because she died a few of hours after she gave birth her daughter. David was just 6 when his mother passed away. After their mother’s tragic loss the two brothers, Rosalind and David, decided to take care of her newborn sister. Diane grew her up under the love and care of her siblings and maternal uncles too but Diane developed a stronger bond with her big brother than with her sister, Rosalind.

David is very conceited too and he likes to show off and he knows this makes Bruce upset very much! He can be very shy too. When he’s seeing embarrassing situation or someone of his teammates teasing him joking with his weakness, he blushes very deeply and becomes very touchy.

David really loves animals since he was a little kid. He always wanted to keep a dog but his father, Edward, never allowed to him to keep neither a goldfish: he never liked animals very much and he’s allergic to dog fur. He also loves to drawing and arts and likes to listening sounds of nature: it makes him chill. He’s a nature lover and loves to listening Folk and Celtic Music.

He and his sister Diane have a deep passion for ice cream, chocolate and everything is sweet. David has a little secret case where he puts all candies and chocolate stuff and he always tries to keep it off from her little sister but she’s very able to find it out!

He has a secret crush for Ashley, but he’s too shy for admit that. He knows they’re so different, like night and day but he always amazes himself how they can become complementary at the same time.

One of his biggest fears is jumping into the void, especially in the darkness. There are just a few of people (except for his friends and his family) who knows about his big fear.

David often asked to Bruce if could give him some of his beautiful Vintage postcards, but nothing: Bruce is very jealous of his postcards collection and he won’t give it to anybody.

Ashley Hudnall (Numbuh 0.3)

Ashley has always had a bossy personality. She is strong, impulsive and fiercely loyal. But when she has weak moments, she will never show them to anybody because of her strong pride. She hates to show her weakness or crying in front of someone.

She’s still very protective towards her little brother, Bruce, despite he wants to see to her he can do it on his own.

Ashley doesn’t have an high self-esteem of herself and hates girly things. She likes to wear boyish or even vintage clothing.

It’s very hard to see Ashley’s feminine side, because Ashley herself doesn’t want to show it: she always says you don’t necessarily have be feminine to be a real girl. What really matters is what you have inside your soul. You can have a feminine side even inside your heart.

She doesn’t have a great bond with her parents, especially with her mother because they are both proud and strong and because of this they often clash between them.

She has a fantastic bond with her maternal Grandma and they both share their love for vintage clothing or many other accessories, like patches.

Lenny Joseph Willis (Numbuh 0.4)

Lenny shares a deep friendship with every single but the bond he shares with David is very strong: they know each other since they were kids and they always lived in the same quarter.

He’s very sensitive and generous towards everyone and loves fluffy animals and puppies. He’s got a female Golden Retriever, Iris, and when Lenny’s dog gave birth puppies, knowing David is an animals lover, he asked to him if he wanted one of his puppies but David sadly refused because of his father.

Lenny is very stubborn: when he gets an idea, nobody can’t change his mind. Nevertheless, because of his tender heart, he can be naïve and to trust too much towards people who doesn’t know. Because of this his friends are always ready to be careful what he does.

He likes sports like boxing and basket and loves to share the art of cooking and music with Constance, playing drum with her. Him and Constance share a very special bond, surely more than a friendship.

Constance Cecilia González (Numbuh 0.5)

Constance was born in Tijuana (Mexico), but she emigrated in USA with her mother and her family when she was 2. Despite she’s daughter (her father is passed away before she was born) she lives in a very large family (four cousins from her father’s side, maternal aunt and both paternal grandparents)!

She has a big passion for cooking since she was a little girl thanks to her mother and her Grandma. Cooking makes her happy and to her, it’s a synonymous to loving.

Constance is never been a chatterbox: she thinks words aren’t so necessary and believes people should start to listen more than talking without thinking.

She is also very inquisitive and loves to learn new things about the world and loves traveling. She can be very selective about her friendships and she can feel if someone has good vibes or not.

Because she has a very rebel hair, Constance always had troubles with brushing her hair. She thinks she looks like a poodle sometimes but at the end she got to used to it.

She is a big music lover and she grew up in the music since she was born: her oldest cousin, Carlos, is a drummer and he gave her some drum lessons when she was a little girl.

Hope you like them! ❤️

😘

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