#formula three x reader

[multicohn]

summary: y/n finally attends a race weekend and the other f3 drivers don’t believe they’re dating — so they lowkey terrorise nikola

warnings: cursing, drivers being mean ( jokingly )

pairing: fem! reader x nikola tsolov

genre: fluff, crack?

requested: yes

author note: i love the f3 grid so much like you don’t understand 😭

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much to her dismay, the heat hadn't died down at all by the time she arrived and just knew that nikola would be causing trouble for his team. he's always been quite sensitive when it comes to different temperatures, which y/n learned the hard way.

she breathed out a sigh and scanned her pass before going towards the formula three paddock. since this is the first time she's attended a race weekend for f3, nikola made sure to give her a thorough rundown of where everything would be. y/n has been to a few eurocup-3 races and was supposed to have gone to the australian grand prix, but she got sick.

y/n was confident that she would be just fine, but nikola was very adamant that the paddock of eurocup-3 is very different to a formula three paddock.

he was also very excited for her to finally meet his friends and new teammates; tasanapol inthraphuvasak and mari boya. her boyfriend is very nice and outgoing, so she wasn't surprised to find him chatting away with a large group filled with the other f3 drivers.

y/n shot nikola a quick text since she didn’t want to go up and interrupt him ( or have all of them stare at her ), but of course, nikola wouldn’t have that.

the moment he saw the text, his head shot up and his eyes instantly found hers.

“n/n!”

[ n/n means nickname ]

she smiled and gave a little wave as he jogged towards her. the other drivers watched as nikola embraced a random girl with confused looks on their faces.

“sorry to interrupt” he quickly shook his head and dismissed her words

“don’t. i can finally introduce you to them now” the happiness in his voice made her smile despite the nerves that were still present within her

“come” he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the boys who were still silent

“guys. this is my girlfriend, y/n” nikola’s eyes shined bright with pride as y/n smiled politely

just as the silence was starting to overwhelm her, mari boya spoke up.

“did he pay you?”

“mari?!”

“what? i think it's a good question!”

“yeah, mate. there's no way you got her” james wharton spoke up next

“what's that supposed to mean?!”

“she's out of your league”

“we're in the same league!” the drivers silently shared a look while nikola gasped and y/n tried not to laugh

“screw you’s!”

he gave them the middle finger before pulling y/n away, but they started following.

“come on, niko. just admit it” ugo ugochukwu spoke

“yeah. this is just sad now” followed along by rafael câmara

he groaned and started picking up the pace with y/nfollowing along. she let a few giggles slip past her lips, but it was overshadowed by the roars of laughter coming from the other boys.

once they were far away from them, nikola let out a sigh of relief.

“sorry about that” y/n just shook her head, a playful smile making its way onto her face

“they’re fun. i can see why you want me to meet them” nikola’s eyes softened at that

“i’m glad you like them”

“me too”

he smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to her ( lips / cheek / forehead ) when they heard someone cough from behind them. nikola jumped and turned around before groaning.

it was tasanapol inthraphuvasak, his other teammate.

“can’t you do that when there isn’t people around?”

“there wasn’t any around around! where did you even come from?” tasanapol shrugged before walking off

“today isn’t my day” nikola said while running his hands down his face

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turns out those words weren’t true at all since nikola went on to win the sprint race that day.

y/n was even allowed to congratulate him through on the teams headphones which left nikola giggling.

she clapped and cheered as loud as she could once his car was in sight. y/n's smiled grew even wider with his celebration before he jumped out and ran straight to her. she didn't even have time to prepare herself before his arms wrapped around her frame while the team were shouting and hitting his helmet.

“you did it!”

“i did it!” his words were muffled by his helmet and the noise from his team, but y/n is fairly certain that she heard him

her boyfriend was soon taken away after that and she was left in the presence of his team, but quickly became aware of the other drivers coming towards them.

“y/n!” mari called out and waved excitedly

“hi, mari. tough luck” he shrugged

“making fun of nikola brightens me up, so we came” the other boys nodded along

“is that why you did that earlier?”

“no. he's never mentioned you before”

laurens van hoepen was quick to disagree.

“he has to me and chris last year, but we didn't believe him”

y/n understood.

they're very private and she dislikes being posted in general, so the boys weren't necessarily wrong to assume things, plus they made her laugh.

“pretty people usually date each other”

“don’t let nikola hear you, it’ll go to his head” y/n smiled as they continued to joke around while waiting for tuukka taponen since he placed third and would be first out

she clapped politely for the other two, but y/n’s cheers grew louder once her boyfriend stepped out. however, the boys overshadowed her ( and the campos team ) by yelling out things that she hoped wouldn’t be broadcasted, but y/n couldn’t help but laugh.

unbeknownst to them, nikola’s eyes softened at seeing her interact with his teammates and friends. he knew they would get along, even if they didn’t believe they were dating at first.

“unbelievable” he thought and shook his head, but the bright smile remained on his face

[thebearchives]

E3 with arthur leclerc please !!

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

prompt: your lover leans in for a kiss, but they just kiss you tenderly and pull back to see your reaction, only then to crash their lips against yours passionately

arthur couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. you couldn’t understand why. 

it was late. last time you had checked the time, it was around 8:30 pm, but that was hours ago, and even arthur was tired now. 

“staring holes into my head won’t make me finish any faster,” your eyes flickered up from your textbook, “you can go to bed if you’re tired, turo.”

arthur gave you a gentle smile, head resting on top of his crossed arms, “i’m okay, belle. ‘m not tired, promise. you can take your time.”

“then why are you staring?” you uncapped your highlighter, “if not to get me to hurry up.”

“because you’re beautiful.”

your movements faltered, the highlighter bleeding through the pages of your notebook. your eyes met his, so full of love and admiration. you felt yourself blush under his gaze, quickly averting your eyes back to your papers.

you hissed, picking up the highlighter and noticing the obvious hole it had formed in the paper. you frowned, “turo, you distracted me.”

“ah,” he leaned forward, a sheepish smile on his lips that you couldn’t see, “‘m sorry, amour.”

you shook your head dismissively, “‘s okay, it was a fresh page. i can start over.”

he didn’t bother you for the next few minutes, eyes still watching your every move. you will yourself not to look at him, cheeks still hot from when you had caught his gaze. you didn't get it.

arthur leclerc was like an enigma, so loving that you couldn’t understand him. you were just another person in this world full of people, but for some reason, arthur always looked at you like you painted the sky blue every morning and held the stars up every night. 

to him, you were everything. and at this moment in time, with your hair in a mess, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, and hands stained with pens and highlighters, to him, you were the only person in the world. and the prettiest, too.

he watched as your head flicked back up, the lack of sleep catching up. after the third time, he decided to break the silence.

“y/n?” his voice was quiet, and so, so soft as he watched you blink at him blearily, “let’s go to bed, d’accord?” okay?

your own response was a mumbled whine, “but ‘m not done studying.”

arthur leaned over the table, “and you won’t be if you fall asleep on the table, ma belle. let’s go to bed.”

he watched you turn to your notes with a frown, eyes sweeping the paper from top to bottom as if to see proof of his claim. and it was there, with your notes near the bottom of the page barely legible in comparison to the top.

you met his eyes again, a pout on your lips. arthur let out a short chuckle, you were about to bargain. 

before you could open your mouth, arthur leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against your lips. so tender, you felt your resolve melting before it could even cement.

he pulled back, a quiet giggle escaping at your blissful expression and half-lidded eyes. you blinked, staring back at him with a newly ignited passion in your eyes. you moved closer slightly, and arthur closed the distance again.

his lips were so soft, and so, so enticing, as if you were kissing the clouds goodnight. you felt yourself melt as he moved his hand to cup your cheeks. his hands were warm, like a blanket. it was like arthur was doing everything he could in his power to make you admit that you were tired. to admit that you wanted to go to sleep in his arms.

you were the one to pull away first this time, a happy sigh escaping your mouth. the open textbooks and assortment of writing supplies were a distant memory, your head clouded with arthur and arthur only. 

“okay,” you smiled, eyes unwavering from arthur’s, “let’s go to bed.”

[gothicwidowsworld]

Little black box A.L

“Your staring Leclerc…” the y/h/c young girl mumbled her eyelids closed, hiding the gorgeous y/e/c orbs from the early Monaco sun. “It’s creepy even if you’re cute.” Y/N added scrunching her nose slightly at the young Driver’s grunt of disagreement. “Euh it’s not creepy… It's romantic.” Arthur retaliated childishly, grabbing gently at the peaceful girl’s side. Arthur was a touchy person, something that was evident to anyone who spent more than two minutes with the Monégasque. There were countless Prema videos with the Ferrari Junior absentmindedly placing his hands on other Drivers but his need to have skin on skin contact was amplified with Y/N. Finally there wasn’t a phone screen or miles between them and the French speaker wasn’t going to waste a second. 

“What time is it?” Y/N mumbled quietly running a y/s/c hand over her face rather enjoying the soft rays of sunlight making paths along her face, she’d never admit it, especially to Arthur but waking up in Monte Carlos was one of the best ways to awaken. Grabbing his phone the brown haired young man winced a little, the harsh electronic light of his phone highlighting his exhausted pale features. “8:30” Arthur stated a small smile settling on his tired face at his girlfriend's heavy sigh. “It’s too early Artie” Y/N groaned, turning on her side to snuggle back into the pillow and disrupted bedsheets. 

“Too early for a present?” The young Driver questioned teasingly, placing butterfly-like kisses on the girl's exposed shoulder. Debating whether to engage in the man’s cry for attention the y/h/c girl frowned. “For me?” Y/N asked sleepily, her tone soaked in confusion. “No for Charles.” Arthur exclaimed sarcastically, his warm breath tickling Y/N’s shoulder blade. “Of course for you, don’t get me wrong I love my brother but not that much.” Arthur said plainly, slipping into a small rant about the older Leclerc. “Can it not wait a couple of days? Christmas is less than a week away?” the y/h girl mumbled finally opening her eyes again, this time the y/e/c orbs more accepting of the December sun. Rolling his eyes Arthur chuckled “Do you want it or not?” the Driver asked, reaching over to his bedside cabinet. Arthur couldn’t help another sleepy chuckle vibrating from his chest as Y/N complained bitterly about his movement stealing the sheets she’d attempted to cocoon herself in. 

“You're not asking me to marry you are you?” the y/h/c girl mumbled quietly her y/e/c orbs narrowing at the small black box the Driver held in his grasp. “You don’t even know what it is yet and you’re already complaining ah.” Arthur retaliated, preparing to return the little box to the drawer it had been sitting in for at least 2 weeks. “Arthur, you can’t take it back now.” Y/N whined slightly making grabby hands towards the simple package. “I want you to move in with me.” Arthur declared, hesitantly opening the little box to reveal a newly cut key. “You what?” Y/N mumbled softly. “I want us to move in together.” the brown haired young man replied, running a hand up the girl's exposed thigh seeking reassurance. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea, it certainly wasn’t the reaction he’d been expecting.  “Your poor Mother.” the y/h/c objected in silent shock. “No.. No, I got us an apartment on the other side of the city. I just didn’t want to move in yet in case you said no…. Or yes” Arthur mumbled timidly, the youngest Leclerc normally oozed confidence but right now he was feeling any but. “I’m tired of you not being here with me. You always have to leave and then I have to wait forever to see you again.” the Ferrari Junior explained softly, his pale hand currently sat on the girls exposed tight trembling slightly at his confession. “I know you have family back home and you can say no… I thought I'd just ask?” Arthur rambled, his accent getting thicker the more uncertain he became. “Merde. I’ve messed up, haven't I?” Arthur groaned, dropping the small black box like it had burnt him. “Say something Y/N/N… anything. You can even call me a twat if you want euh.. Just say something.” Arthur begged, his eyebrows furrowed in stress. “Never say that word again.” Y/N replied laughing at the British insult falling from the young man’s lips, it sounded odd,  foreign. “Now take a deep breath and shut up.” the y/h/c girl added in mock sternness. 

Now wide awake the y/s/c girl couldn’t take her eyes off her boyfriend of 3 years, she’d never seen Arthur this flustered. “Did you think I’d say no?” Y/N whispered shuffling forward to wrap her arms around the bashful boy. “Well you didn’t say anything…” Arthur muttered sadly. “Yeah. That’s because I couldn’t get a word in edgeways with you spiralling” Y/N laughed lightly.  “I’d love to move in with you Arthur.” Y/N added, pressing a kiss on the young man’s cheek, brushing his messy brown locks reassuringly. 

[multicohn]

summary: when nikola agrees to spend his break in thailand, he didn’t think that his broken heart would be slowly repaired by tas’ best friend

warnings: reader is thai and is shorter than nikola, reader isn’t fluent in english, tasanapol will be referred as tas, text that looks “like this” means they’re speaking thai

pairing: fem! reader x nikola tsolov

genre: fluff

requested: yes

author note: it’s finally here 😭😭

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when tas told nikola that they should spend their break together in thailand, he denied.

sure, his only plan during the break was to just rot in his bed while listening to sad music as he scrolled through old photos and messages with his ex-girlfriend, but tas had forced his hand by getting his parents to agree with the thai drivers plan.

it had only seven months and twenty-five days since the breakup, but nikola still felt like it was yesterday. he tried not to let it affect him, but his results spoke for themselves — sure, they weren’t that terrible, but compared to his usual form? yeah, everyone would tell that something had happened.

nikola didn’t expect much from being in thailand.

but, then she came along.

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small flashback:

nikola was starting to believe that the sun held a personal grudge against him because not only is he close to drowning in his own sweat that not even the water rides could cool him down enough, but also believes that he's probably hallucinating.

why does he think that he's hallucinating?

simple.

why would a random girl who he's never seen in his entire life randomly offer him a full water bottle and some snack he's certain tas claims is basically poision disguised as food?

he stared at the girl who tilted her head to the side while a soft smile formed.

"i'm y/n, but you can call me n/n"

nikola's certain that he's heard that name before... but where?

"y/n!"

they both turned to see tas and his group of friends bolting towards them with large grins on their faces. nikola blinked before whipping his head back to her. he’s only been in thailand for four days at this point, but has been introduced to most of tas’s family and friends except for one…

y/n l/n: his best friend.

nikola watched silently with wide eyes and jaw dropped slightly as tas launched himself at her. she let out a small scream as he hugged her tightly while the rest of their friends crowded around her.

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ever since that day, y/n became a constant in his broken world with him even realising it.

“nikola?”

even hearing her say his name took his breath away.

"are you alright?" she asked softly making him look down at her

"yeah" he said quickly

"it's just... a lot" y/n nodded before doing something nikola has only imagined about since they met

she grabbed his hand ever so gently and intertwined their fingers together.

"we go slow" she said before pulling him through the large horde of people

nikola isn't use to going slow. everything around him is always moving at a rapid pace, even his love, but y/n's not like that. her pace is steady and unhurried, like she has all the time in the world.

it felt as if nikola was stuck in a rapid current that kept pushing him everywhere at a speed he was forced to adapt to in order not to drown, but being with y/n made him look at things from a new angel.

in a world that forces him to move fast, she became someone that reassured him that it's okay to lift off the gas a bit.

"y/n" he spoke, but his voice was drowned out by the crowd

he called for her again, but she still didn't turn.

nikola took a deep breath before stopping. y/n turned to him, clear confusion evident on her face.

"y/n"

"yes?"

it went quiet between them.

nikola knew the feelings he held for y/n were similar yet so different from the ones he had for his ex. it was not only love, but a deep fondness that made him feel warm. nikola never thought that being in thailand would change anything and secretly detested tas for forcing him to come, but it did.

not only did nikola find himself changing as a person, but also as a significant other.

"will you stay with me?"

he's said anything remotely similar, but it was the only thing he thought of asking y/n because her staying with him is all he ever needed.

"even after this is over and i have to leave. will you still be by my side?" he clarified when y/n didn't say anything and he hoped that despite the language barrier between them, she could understand what he meant

nikola watched y/n's expression carefully, his heart beating rapidly as he waited, but instead of words, she just smiled and squeezed his hand.

and that was all nikola needed.

[multicohn]

summary: while y/n sleeps, nikola admires them softly

warnings: short

pairing: gn! reader x nikola tsolov

genre: fluff, comfort

requested: yes

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nikola woke up with a familiar ache in his arm that made him hum softly.

his eyes slowly opened, vision blurry and light constricted by the curtains, but nikola would always be able to see y/n.

maybe it was odd to others: how easily he could pick them out from a crowd or know where they are in the dark. nikola is certain that if he ever goes blind, he’ll still be able to tell y/n apart from everyone else.

as his vision finally mellowed out, a soft smile stretched across his face as y/n sleepy rolled over to face him. nikola could feel the numbness in his arm, but he didn’t care. y/n has always been a heavy sleeper around him, so he could easily pull his arm out, but nikola just couldn't.

he used his free arm to reach out and gently placed his fingertips on their cheek. y/n pursed their lips and leaned into his touch making nikola chuckle before cupping their cheek.

nikola wasn’t afraid to love them loudly, but in rare times like these where he’s awake and didn’t have to rush anywhere are the ones he appreciates the most.

to him, he held the weight of the world in his hand.

y/n is his world.

aside from racing, of course.

[multicohn]

summary: rafa has never done good in sprint races, but with his girlfriend watching he pulls through

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x rafael câmara

genre: fluff

author note: he needs to pull through in the sprints i can’t keep doing this 💔

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rafa has never been the biggest fan of pda, but it seemed that opposites attract. in all honesty, rafa didn’t actually mind her clingy onto him, but it just took him a while to not look so stiff and awkward when in public.

“i can’t wait to see you in your suit”

y/n had made it very clear just how much she likes seeing him in trident gear and he couldn’t help but chuckle as she sighed dreamily.

“hopefully i won’t dnf though”

rafa’s sprint races haven’t been… the best.

and is the reason as to how nikola has been able to decrease their gap. rafa needed points in the sprints or else.

“i’ll go steal their front wings” she said bitterly

“you do that” he says with a laugh

but turns out that y/n didn’t need to steal anyone’s front wing since her boyfriend was able to take pole away from nikola — only just though.

the gap between their times barely existed.

so, while his team were separated in joy by him starting first and stress for a strategy on how to keep nikola behind or possibly out of points ( maybe by using one of their other drivers ), she happily skipped away towards the formula three paddock where her boyfriend would be.

y/n hadn’t paid much attention to where his teammates ended up, but knew both of them ended up in the top twelve somewhere.

she paused upon seeing him get out of his car ( y/n could recognise his helmet anywhere ) and smiled brightly. he hadn't even noticed her. too occupied with taking his gloves off, which made her brighten up even more.

rafa felt the hair on his neck suddenly stand as goosebumps covered him, but before he could turn around someone launched themselves into his back.

“rafa!” he let out a sigh of relief as his shoulders became less tense

“you scared me”

“sorry” she wasn't

y/n reluctantly let go so he could turn around and take off his helmet while she continued to speak.

“you got pole!”

“i did”

“while almost giving me a heart attack!”

his balaclava came off easy and a soft smile dawned his face which made a small giggle leave her lips, but she quickly tried to cover it up with a cough.

“feels good after last week” y/n frowned at that.

although, she's never really met him, y/n didn't mind nikola the way rafa spoke about him, but since he's second in the championship she held a bit of annoyance towards him.

of course, y/n wouldn't wish anything bad to happen to him. maybe a slow pitstop or being held back by other drivers, or even getting stuck in some gravel. nothing bad — just enough to be pointless.

“you'll win tomorrow” she suddenly declared making rafa side eye her

“you will! i can feel it in my gut!”

“... if you say so”

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her gut was right.

for once.

y/n almost screamed when rafa crossed the line in first and watched with batted breath as nikola fell to fourth since he picked up a penalty which meant charlie was moved up to second.

a trident 1 - 2.

unfortunately, noah had been a passenger in an early collision, but he and the others came out unscathed.

the team were jumping up and down, proud that rafa’s finally had more than a point in the sprint.

“thank you guys, feels good to finally have a good sprint”

her heart warmed at hearing how full his voice sounded.

“he did it for you” she jumped and turned towards noah who had a large grin on his face

“what?” he shrugged

“said you had a feeling he’d win”

one of the mechanics who was beside them jumped into their conversation and talked about how rafa mentioned it during his interview yesterday.

( y/n had been too busy celebrating with him getting pole again that she hasn’t even checked social media ).

“didn't think it'd actually happen”

“could your gut say when i'm going to win?”

“nope!”

then she skipped away.

by the time y/n made it down the pitlane, rafa was standing on top of his car with his fists raised while charlie had already jumped into the waiting arms of their team.

she clapped happily as the team hugged her boyfriend tightly before hand shoved her forward. y/n stumbled a little, but was caught by rafa who dug his helmet into her neck, arms secured around her body.

he did.

and he did it with her watching.

rafa pulled away after being tapped by one of the officials who needed him to be weighed and for pictures. his visor was flipped open which gave y/n a clear view of his disappointed eyes.

“i'll be waiting for you under the podium” she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his helmet just as he was tugged away to the scale

when she turned around, the team were wearing large smiles on their faces.

“don’t start”

[multicohn]

summary: y/n has always been told that she’s not allowed to date a driver, but how could she resist him?

warnings: not proofread so sorry for any spelling errors or missing words

pairing: fem! reader x rafael câmara

genre: fluff, angst ( i guess? )

author note: halfway through writing this i thought of another idea for him so that’ll also be posted at some point along with one for mari boya <3

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growing up around motorsport meant that y/n knew current drivers from when they were still trying to make it and older drivers who have now long retired. her ( parental figure ) was once a mechanic who quickly transitioned into the role of an engineer and brought y/n everywhere they could, but there was one specific rule that she was forced to obey by:

“never date a driver”

it was simple enough and y/n knew that they just trying to protect her. she never admitted to have a crush on certain drivers, often cutting their potential advances down to a friend or even familial relationship. she was good at pretending that she didn't want more.

until she met rafael câmara.

he was just so... different. rafa made her believe that he truly wanted to love her and not just have her claim the title of his girlfriend.

he always asked her how she was feeling, how school went or what sort of homework she was doing, offered some of his snacks or half eaten breakfast he didn't finish off on the way to the track, got her a water and knew her preferred way on how to prepare her ( coffee / tea / etc ). they were basic things, the bare minimum of today, but he made her feel important, like she wasn't just the kid of an engineer who hung around during a race week.

rafa made her feel seen as y/n l/n.

“never date a driver”

but those words would always echo when she found herself looking for him specifically on track, when he made her laugh too hard, when he would gently touch her arm or her back, when he would hug her a bit too long after a good result, when he stared at her like she hung the stars in the sky

she knew how upset her ( parental figure ) would be if they found out that y/n not only had feelings for a driver, but that she wanted to have a romantic relationship with him.

what could she do? what can she do?

suddenly, y/n found themselves at a fork in the road: be with rafa and possibly hinder the relationship they have with their guardian or stay true to their words and cut off whatever she has going on with rafa?

“y/n?” she looked up from her phone to see rafa making his way towards, his pace slow but steady

“hey, rafa” he reached out and gently placed a hand on her arm, his fingertips dancing along the sleeve of her ( sweater / hoodie / jacket )

“you okay?” her features unknowingly softened at his words

“yeah, just stress” she sighed and tried to lighten the mood with a small smile

“Is it about school or me winning?” he teased lightly making her chuckle

“both”

while her studies were to stay apart of the racing world, whether it was alongside her ( parental figure ) or apart of a different series, but y/n hadn’t been that worried about it.

what does worry her is the possibility of rafa getting a bad result and having to wait until the final round in monza to see who wins the f3 championship. there’s no doubt in her mind that he can win, she’s just not sure about if it’ll be today given the weather.

“have your team prepared for your win?”

“you think i can do it?” his voice low and void. rafa never got too confident or hoped too soon, he always waited just in case

“ever since you were announced”

silence engulfed the pair as rafa's eyes danced with emotions she couldn't quite make out.

then he spoke.

“watch me”

his tone held confidence.

“i always have”

her tone held belief.

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y/n felt like she stopped breathing every time a safety car came out, the gap between him and mari boya slowly started to disappear, or how quickly nikola tsolov was moving up.

but as always, rafa delivered.

the checkered flag waved and the cheers of trident could be heard all down the pit lane. most teams were already on the move to prepare for the f2 race while she stood still, eyes focused on the big screen that was following rafa around track as his voice echoed throughout the track.

“never date a driver”

“y/n” her eyes moved away from the screen to see their ( parental figure ) staring at them

“come on” she silently obeyed and followed them down the pit lane

but, y/n found herself stopping just as the drivers rolled in.

“( parental figure )” they paused and looked back, watching as her eyes never left rafa’s figure

“i like rafa”

there was no hesitation, no fear, no uncertainty at all. she knows that her feelings are genuine, that they’re true. she couldn’t hold it anymore, not when seeing him with his team.

“i figured” they sighed out making y/n snap her head towards them

“i just don’t want you to get hurt” she knew that.

“you’re just gonna have to trust that i don’t” they know that.

their ( parental figure ) sighed and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“tell me if anything happens” she nodded and they gave her shoulder a soft squeeze before walking away

y/n let out a deep breath of relief before turning around to see rafa taking photos with the first place board.

as if he could sense her stare, she watched as he spoke with one of the fia officials before glancing around. his eyes found hers instantly, a large smile crossed his face as he lightly jogged towards her.

there was so many things she wanted to say, but as he embraced her everything seemed to fade away.

he didn’t just claim the championship that day, he also claimed her heart.

finally.

[multicohn]

summary: rafa had everything planned. being sick wasn’t part of that plan

warnings: reader isn’t from brazil but ethnicity isn’t mentioned, one (1) joke about reader wanting him to die

pairing: gn! reader x rafa camara

genre: fluff, comfort

requested: yes

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the sound of his alarm broke rafa from the wonderful dream he had been having which involved him raising the f3 championship trophy and seeing his partner cheering him on. much to his dismay, however, he still had one round left before it was decided. rafa still led, but his lead is far from a comfortable one.

he groaned and placed on hand on his pounding head while the other pulled the blanket up higher just as his alarm stopped, but he didn’t notice due to the sound of the storm outside.

the amount of downpours that have been happening in brazil made rafa slightly wish that he had followed his friends into taking a trip elsewhere, but even with the terrible weather, having y/n with him made rafa feel indifferent: they were the rays of sunlight that poked through the miserable dark clouds that surrounded him.

“rafa?” y/n’s voice called out to him, soft and low, almost like a whisper. even against the roaring the storm, rafa could still hear them

he didn’t answer. he couldn’t. his throat hurt as if he had swallowed a bunch of thorns.

rafa felt them grab the hand against his forehead to hold before putting their other against. he was inwardly begging for his eyes to open, but they couldn’t.

“jeez, you’re burning”

he knew what that meant.

this was y/n's first time in brazil and he planned everything. what he wanted them to try, see, do, etc. he wanted them to love his home the way they love him.

this wasn't apart of his schedule.

rafa let out tried to let out a groan, but it cracked and he started coughing widely.

y/n sighed and stood up, mentally planning what to do in order to make him feel better, but they didn't get very far before they felt rafa's hand grab their wrist.

“don't go” he said weakly, eyes finally open with tears threatening to fall

“i'm just going to get some medicine, and chuck the aircon on” they leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving the room

rafa rubbed his watery eyes against his shirt and fell back onto the mattress.

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having a sick rafa was like having a sick toddler: he refused to let go the blanket, complained about how cold he felt when given the thinner one, refused to take his medicine then started a coughing fit which made him feel like he was dying ( rafa’s words ).

the only good thing that came out of him being sick is that y/n could cuddle their boyfriend without any interruptions. they loved how he wanted to show them brazil, but y/n craved some simple domestic time with him: cooking or baking, watching tv, sleeping all day. they didn't want to admit that they were getting a little tired of being out and about all day, everyday, since his break started.

“sorry” they hear him whisper softly, voice cracking slightly

“for what?”

“ruining today” he confessed and y/n looked at him, his eyes tired but no longer watery

“rafa” they gently placed a hand on his cheek

“don't apologise. honestly, i was getting a bit tired from going out everyday” rafa stared at them with sadness in his eyes

“i didn't want to tell you because you had been excited. i do brazil and everything we've done, but i crave a bit of quiet time with you”

“guess we're both sorry for something”

silence engulfed them, their eyes soft as they stare at each other before rafa glances down.

“rafa i'm not kissing you while you're sick”

“just say you hate me and want me to die then” y/n rolled their eyes before sighing and softly pressing their lips against his

“if i get sick, this is your fault” rafa just hummed happily and wrapped them in his arms