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My name is cai!! 👋
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Hii, if you don’t mind me asking, what app do you use to make the fake tweets for your fics?? I’ve been wanting to do some fics like those, but I have no idea what app to use 😅
hiii! 🤗🤗
for my fake tweets i use the app TwiNote ! it looks like this:
for my fake messages i use Postfully ! i use the V2 (Beta), it looks like this:
for my fake tiktok, i use PrankShit ! it looks like this:
if you want to create a fake insta profile, i use Profile Mockup ! it looks like this:
to create my little like grid for an instagram post, i use BeFunky ! it looks like this:
and thats basically all i use for my smau's!! if i missed anything ill probably add it but.. yeah :) i hope this helps!!
pleassseeee leon x reader
come back to sleep...
₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: leon x fem reader!
₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: at first this was joke but i love the idea sm...
₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: non.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ content: romantic relationship, leon intending to kill, reader stopping him, based on "best of wives and best of women" by Hamilton... hurt with comfort, cuddles and forehead kisses!!!
⋆.˚༄ Webcore/2000s png or something related
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• ──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! F2u credit not needed!
𝚝𝚑𝚎 mini-carlos
awkward!nerdy!rafael câmara x fem!verstappen!reader
warnings ⚠️: none! google translated dutch 🥲
type: texts + smau + written!
a/n: first fanfic, i just get so nervy… ok nevermind. we need more rafa appreciation, he’s so goated!! love him. enjoy enjoy mwah mwah 😋 NOT PROOFREAD, so sorry the texts are blurry i’ll try fixing that next time 🙏 lazy fic, requests are open!!
to say that such a hotel is tiny is disrespect to all those who’ve even bared a naked eye on the building. what i’m saying is the building is absolutely giant. it’s the kind of thing you look at and get that ache in your stomach, the one that says “i don’t want to go home ever again”.
though, you lived your life like this. traveling around with your big brother place to place, each hotel bigger than the last, each woven with the small promise that no matter where, you’ll be safe. safe from… everything.
penelope absolutely beamed at the building, taking your hand in a swift motion and moving far to quickly for anyone but an 8 year old girl ready to destroy something beautiful. a vase, probably. kelly held the baby on her hip, max carried the bags. they laughed together while you made yourself in charge of setting up the rooms, letting penelope swipe the card with her little hand.
when you all finally settled into the room, almost the size of a small house, you flopped onto your queen-sized bed. not the one you were used to, but could you even be used to a bed anymore? a floor layout? it never stays the same for long. but you’ve learned — home is wherever your loser brother is and his really cool kids and wife.
you had about an hour to doomscroll tiktok. dumb memes, your friends sending you cringe shit to make you laugh, watching an edit or two about lewis hamilton, even if he was basically twice your age. a woman can dream, no?
max opened your door with a peak of his head. the bright lights that once illuminated outside your door and in the kitchen were shut off. max whispered like a man on a mission — though, the mission was just ‘don’t wake up my kids’.
“hé, jochie. we leave in an hour for a party, ok? drivers, people… just get ready.”
(hey, kiddo.)
he spoke with such fatigue that it made him sway. just a little. you put your phone down and sat up.
“ok, maxie. take a nap before we leave?”
he chuckled, but his eyes said that it wasn’t such a bad idea. he padded out, shutting the door with a click. you got up, socked feet against the carpet, and started getting ready.
outfit first, always. simple, something that media would love and kika and alexandra would gush over, insisting that you took everyone’s spotlight.
classy makeup, [curled / straightened ] hair. it didn’t take long, but you knew by the screech from the hallway, the small groan of max, and the soft laugh of kelly that everyone else was up.
the babysitter would arrive in 10 minutes. you had to leave in 15.
let’s all just hope nothing went wrong tonight.
stepping out, you took a sweep of the clean floors to find your heels you unpacked prior. slipping them on, penelope ran to you with grace in a sparkling teal tutu that only she could have.
you giggled, swooping her up.
“and whats this, little one? is mama really letting you out in this?”
you raised an eyebrow, spinning around with her to face the mirror on the wall. she giggled, 100% sure that her mama would not, in fact, let her out in this.
kelly sighed gently from behind, taking her from you.
“no,” she gently poked penelope’s nose. “mama will not. she knows. go on, p. get dressed.”
“but—!”
“1. 2..”
“oh, ok!” and like that, she ran off.
—
the venue buzzed, people talked, cameras snapped. but you? you were already heading for the girls.
alexandra greeted you with a hug and a cheek kiss, kika did as well. the other girls had their turns and now, you were all talk at a round table with various wines.
but not for you. legally, you arent 21 yet. in a month, sure, but not today where it matters.
“so..” kika started, like the conversation didn’t start until you showed up. maybe it didn’t.
“i’m gettin married!!” alexandra said, excitement laced in her tone. the table erupted in cheers and squeals.
lily hits her arm with amusement, like she’d already been married to alex albon for years instead of newly engaged.
“been there, done that. boring.”
she couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face.
—
the topics changed too quickly, though no one could truly complain. then kika looked at you.
“y/n. we need to have a chat.”
everyone else turned serious too, as if this topic was long awaiting you. you raised an eyebrow, downing a sip of a drink and leaning forward.
“what did i do?”
“we need to find you a boyfriend!”
you nearly choked on saliva.
“oh! no, i’m fine. you guys should— shouldn’t have even talked about it, i’m great being single.”
the argument wasnt very convincing.
“y/n.” alexandra frowned.
and you folded right about there.
“ok ok!” you exploded, excited. because yes, you had met a guy.
“theres this guy. i see him everywhere. he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t whisper, he doesn’t hum any tunes, he doesn’t even make himself known! but he’s like… so cute.”
“so..” lily started. “a stalker?”
“no!” you blurted. “no, definitely not a stalker. he like.. floats around. i complimented his shirt once and i think he nearly exploded. he’s a driver in formula 2. i’ve seen a few of his interviews.. he’s really soft spoken and sweet!”
“so you’re the stalker.” lily corrected herself. you dramatically sprawled your arms on the table.
“no! no one is stalking anyone!”
kika interrupted, smiling maternally. “do you know his name?”
“rafael câmara. brazilian.”
she nodded, grabbed her phone, and started typing. alexandra did the same. they glanced at eachother, stumped. the girls around them watched curiously.
“he’s got nothing on his tiktok,” alexandra said.
“or instagram.” kika added.
“y/n, you’re crushing on a robot man. can’t convince me otherwise.” carmen mused.
you pouted dramatically. “i know! i don’t have his number.. nothing. i can’t do any real stalking.”
lily beamed. “you admit it!”
“not the time, lily! i’m sulking!” you threw a napkin at her.
“y/n, please. you’ll probably run into him at some perfect place, like a laundry mat.” lily smiled.
“a laundry mat?”
“yes! he’ll be in sweatpants and a tight white tanktop—“
“stop walking me through this like a fanfiction!”
lily rolled her eyes. “no fun.”
—
by the time it was dark outside, the venue was buzzing. and in a small corner, a group of young men sat around, all energy and enthusiasm.
dino beganovic, roman bilinski, gabriel minì, alex dunne, and in the middle of it all, poor rafael câmara.
he was being teased by his friends, like usual, because they were all talking about their girlfriends and rafa didn’t have anything to say.
“rafa, rafa, look. do you have someone you like?” dino asked.
“uhm.. yes?” he replied, more of a question. did he even like you? he didn’t even know you. he just knew that you were a very pretty woman on instagram. and he saw a little glimpse of you when he came in.
the table cheered. “who? we wanna know!”
“rafa, tell us!”
“he’s pulling?!”
“rafa you have the best ‘pathetic nerd’ imagine out of us all. some girls are really into that!”
the voices mixed together. rafael opened his mouth to silence them all.
“y/n.”
the silence was deafening.
not from around them, no, drivers still had their own conversations, but at that small table with those boys? silence.
then, alex, a brave soul, felt the need to screech.
“VERSTAPPEN?!”
rafael flinched. “…is that bad?”
“rafael.” they said, almost perfect unison. shivers. roman leaned forward, doing something remotely close to holding in a chuckle.
“buddy.”
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the groupchat, later at night
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a few days of monaco sun later, and he did have a little courage. a little. he saw alexandra and kika at a restaurant with his friends.
alex pushed him over. he stumbled on his feet.
and there, before the two women, was a nervous mess of a mini-looking carlos sainz.
alexandra raised an eyebrow. rafael grabbed his balance.
“hello… i’m..” he glanced back at his friends. “rafael. do you know y/n verstappen..?”
the girls looked at eachother. so this was the boy. yes. perfect.
y/n was quite the independent. she needed a nerd like him, so she could just bully him to oblivion and he would take it.
after a few minutes of talking, rafael left with new information. she thought he was cute. pretty, even. hot? that felt wrong. rafael could be called a lot of things, hot was not one of them. apparently to y/n, it was. shocking.
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rafaelcamara88
rafaelcamara88: the grind does not stop
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user01: rafael? we were NOT aware of your game
user02: who is this guy trying to impress 😭
alexdunne: 👀
gabsmini: 👀
user03: what do y’all know i’m crine
romanbilinski: congrats rafa, whoring yourself out on main 🙄
rafaelcamara88: this was not my decision and i think you’re aware of that.
rafaelcamara88: and what is this “whoring” i’m hearing of? what does that mean? i look good, no?
romanbilinski: i’m jorking it later
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the post worked a little too well. now you, a grown woman, were completely head over heels over a grown man you’d never even met. and i mean head over heels.
alexandra knows.
kika knows.
lily knows.
kelly knows.
now charles knows!
and so does carlos!
it’s a nightmare.
though, it did bring you and rafael closer. thankfully. he came to your door when it was pouring rain. he was soaked. wet. hoodie and sweatpants absolutely drenched. curls flat to his head. and he said,
“can i take you out to coffee sometime?”
and since then, you’d been in love.
coffee became routine. every friday morning. his treat.
then it was movie nights. it was slow. he took it at your pace, he always did, no matter what. and when you kissed him, it was real. steady. truthful.
he absolutely melted. he would be so much or so little for you, depending on what you asked and how you asked it.
he’d do anything you have to say. really, he would. because rafael câmara could listen to you be mean to him for hours, only for you to later praise him and treat him like an absolute dog.
—
“rafael!” your yell cut through the empty apartment. the one right next to yours with max, kelly, penelope, and the baby inside. his was better, you decided.
“yes ma’am?” he didn’t yell back, he didn’t need to. he was at the doorframe in seconds.
“can you take the trash out?”
he didn’t even say anything back. he just went. walked downstairs, took the bag, took it out, came back, washed his hands, put a new bag in.
“thank you, angel.” you nodded, patting the couch next to you.
“all you.” he kissed your temple.
and when he settled into your open arms, he knew that it was all worth it. crashes, burns, hits taken mental and physically. it was worth seeing you smile like that. worth this moment, in the quiet of his apartment, which he thought would never have another warm presence.
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y/nv: rafael, i have never had such a better thing happen to me in my life. your anxious thoughts, your worried stares, your hopes of one day setting foot in a ferrari. i love it all, and i always will. i want all your dreams to come true, always. i love you, my sweetest, silliest boy ❤️
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rafaelcamara88: i love you more
y/nv: don’t start
rafaelcamara88: yes ma’am i’m sorry
user05: she’s got him on a LEASH.
rafaelcamara88: i’ll admit it happily
alexanderdunne: buddy 😭🙏
gabimini: not a great look for you rafaelcamara88
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rafaelcamara88
rafaelcamara88: life lately with my gorgeous amazing wonderful beautiful smart woman, whom i get the pleasure of getting to be her boyfriend <3
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alexdunne: oh look at me i’m rafael câmara and i’m a charming brazilian nerd who fell in love with a gorgeous woman who calls me a good boy fuck off mate
rafaelcamara88: i never told you she called me that.
alexdunne: it’s not rocket science mate
user06: IM GONNA CRY
user07: they’re two apples tall 😭
rafaelcamara88: no, i’m 0 apples tall and she’s 4 apples tall because i give her all my apples and oranges and pears and mangos and everything because she deserves it all
user08: what could i even say to this. 😭
y/nv: what about cookies?
rafaelcamara88: i draw a line.
user09: they’re so incredibly perfect for eachother and they know it
KILL KILL KILL IT SHOULD BE THE OTHER CAR
literally ANYONE ELSE
there were no hadjoints scored and there was no hadjodium but i’m still hadjorking it
【Formula 1, 2, 3】
F1 —
Alpine
Aston Martin
Kick or whatever’s it’s called now 😅
Depression
Depression but better
McLaren
*theme song plays*
Tiny Red Bull
Fine shit is here and I’m not talking about Max Verstappen
Williams 😋
F2 —
Nothing to see. . .
F3 —
Nothing to see . . .