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Romeo and Juliet | RC5 x Reader
pairing . . . rafael camara x non!famous!reader
summary . . . When an iconic kiss happens after Rafael's championship win, fans dig deep to find out who the mystery girl is
request . . . kind of?
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! just some badly translates portuguese bc i dont speak it...
faceclaim . . . random girls from pin // reader isn't fluent in portuguese so she doesn't speak it much but i'll put translations when she does
alexavia yaps . . . legit had this in my drafts for like a week ive been procrastinating this for AGES like idk why?? SO SORRY ITS SHORT </3 anyway i hope you guys like this bc its a bit rushed and kinda shitty like.... also theres gonna be some prema driver features so yeah!!
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RAFA CAMARA CHAMPION LETS GOOOO
ways - rafa camara x reader short fic
Rafa had his own way of standing out in the motorsport world, with that sweet and reserved air that, however, made room for a solid and unbeatable driver on track. And he had managed to make his name known even in his first weekend in Formula 3, alongside drivers with much more experience than him, asserting himself on a Melbourne that had been anything but forgiving, and making his white, red, and blue single-seater emerge from the puddles that turned the track into nothing more than a blurred memory. But then again, Brazilians had always made themselves heard, especially when the rain came. And he had never been any different.
He had a car that had left nothing but scraps for his rivals for years now, and his red helmet was the fleeting sight the others caught from behind his rear wheelsâa reminder that talents like his were rare and that he had no time to slow down, as if his dream and his goal would simply stop and wait for him. Yet, he was also the kind of person who, after dominating without mercy, would go to the fans or the interviewers, laughing along with them, chatting like any other boy his age would, forgetting the ruthless leader he became between the corners and the scorching asphalt. It was almost as if there were two people inside him, seamlessly blending into the sweet and clean-cut face of a boy who was specialâboth as a person and as an athlete.
He had parked behind the number one marker, finishing an absurd and chaotic race due to the many mistakes of the other drivers, who had taken trips into the gravel or ended up in the wall, causing yellow flags that, in a way, had robbed him of the chance to truly shineâwithout the first place coming to him behind the safety car. He had gone a little long on the stop, as if the emotion had made him hit the brakes a second too late, nudging the number one sign with the nose of the Trident before taking his time, waiting for the other two drivers in the top three to park their single-seaters beside his. Then, he grabbed the steering wheel, detaching it to stand up and climb out of the cockpit, rising victorious with his arms in the air and his eyes visible through the open visorâhis smile leaving little to the imagination.
âRafa! Give us a one!â Every photographer shouted as his team and the academy he was part of celebrated him, ignoring the fact that the season was still long and focusing instead on how he had started on the right foot, showing exactly who had to be beaten.
And everything around him was a blurred bubble, almost muffled by the massive, menacing clouds watching from above. Everyone was humming, laughing, smiling at him, patting his shoulders and helmet for the first time in a race weekend he shared with the queens of motorsport. He could feel the entire race in his bodyâevery lap in his hands and knees as he melted into every hug, a little awkwardly as always, unsure whether to shake hands, throw friendly fist bumps, or just let them decide how they wanted to celebrate.
âCome on, weigh timeâ a steward took him, leading him toward the podium scales for the post-race weigh-in, making him look around with that strange, confused air, as if he were searching for something amidst all the people in parc fermĂŠ. Or someone.
His brown eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for a pair of glasses so familiar that they always made him smile, and a smile that reminded him of the Brazilian sun, the very one he carried in his irises. She had to be there, somewhere. She had never missed a race since the day they had met.
Everyone was trying to talk to him while he did his best to satisfy all the photographers with different poses, and the men from the Ferrari Driver Academy were speaking to him, raising their voices to be heard above the chaos reigning in pit laneâfrom the preparations for the upcoming F2 feature race to the crowd gathering to watch the F3 podium. But all he saw was her standing a few steps back, leaving him his moment. Huddled under an umbrella with his lead mechanic.
âLetâs go, Rafaelâ the same steward took him, Theophile, and Noah, leading them toward the makeshift cool-down room on the back balcony of the podium, while the three walked up, huge smiles on their faces as they chatted about the race and the miserable conditions that had made it such a challenge.
He looks at her again, like maybe sheâll be gone if he doesnât, but sheâs already giving him the smallest nod, like go on, Iâll be here.
A few minutes later, after discussing the car with his teammate and confirming with the engineer who would be joining them on the podium, the Brazilian was leaning against the wall next to the Van Amersfoort Racing driver, adjusting the cap with the number one on it. A huge smile was still stretched across his face, unable to stay quiet as he laughedâalmost like he needed it to burn off the adrenaline from his first-ever Formula 3 race.
âI thought youâd be happier about winningâ a voice said, appearing in front of him before he could even register it.
âYou canât be in hereâ he blurts out, even though his grin is already giving him away.
It was the same one he always had when she was aroundâwhen she held his helmet while he signed autographs for fans or when he drove the teamâs quad around the paddock, badly singing along to whatever song she had made him listen to during their lunch breaks under the tents.
âI wonât stay longâ she smiled, hands full of cables and driver cards she should have been taking to the garage instead of sneaking up the podium stairs to reach him, while Noah and Theophile drank some water and waited for the signal to step outside and collect their trophies. âI just had to remind you how much you amaze me every timeâ
He got that usual expression, a little confused and unreadable, typical of someone young, sweet, and a little hard to pin down. But she knew him like the back of her hand, though it had taken her a while to pick up on the smallest details of the Brazilian.
She had barely stepped inside before he started yapping, his words coming out in rapid bursts, barely making sense but not caring if they did. He was always like this when she was around, because with her, there was no need to worry about keeping up the sweet and reserved good-boy imageâhe could be anything he felt like being, whether it was the unbeatable driver, the unshakable athlete, or the guy who couldnât shut up even if he tried.
âand did you see the way I almost lost the car in turn 3? I swear, I felt it slipping and I justâ he said, speaking quickly, knowing their time was limited. âMy heart stopped. Likeâactually stopped. I knew it was going to be okay, but it was thrillingâ
And his passion was so pure. That all she could do was lean against the wall, listening to every tiny detail, without reminding him that after the podium, they had all the time in the world to talk about it over eggs and a glass of water in hospitality.
âYouâre doing the thing againâ
âWhat thing?â
âThe thinking thingâ she said, knowing how confident he was but also how he always demanded the absolute best from himself and his races, even though nothing could change the way he saw himself as an athlete.
âWell, yeah, my brain kinda works like thatâ he joked, adjusting his cap again.
âI mean, it isnât the race you wanted, but it was the best debut you could have had in these conditionsâ she stopped for a second, fixing the collar of his fireproof suit, smoothing it just below his Adamâs apple. âAnd Iâm proud, as alwaysâ
âI knowâ he smiled, that bright, sincere one that made his dimples stand out.
Itâs ridiculous. Theyâre standing in the cool-down room, moments before heâs meant to step onto his first-ever F3 podium, laughing over nothing. But thatâs how it always is with them. No matter where, no matter whenâhe just finds her. Always.
âI should go before someone finds me in hereâ she said, noticing the steward moving with that professional air, the accreditation device hanging from her neck, an earpiece in her ear as she approached them.
âAre you, uh⌠representing the winning team on the podium?â the steward asked, sounding bored, knowing only one team member could go up and celebrate with the top three.
âOh, no, Iâm actually leavingâ she said apologetically, before stepping back.
âWeâre two idiots, Rafaâ she laughed, grabbing his shoulders and hugging him tightly, her face resting in the crook of his neck while he rubbed her back, right where the Trident logo stood proud, their hearts beating almost in sync, knowing this was only the beginning.
âIâm, like, really sweaty right nowâ he muttered, inhaling the garage scent in her hair, mixed with the same perfume she had always worn.
âBelieve me, I knowâ she chuckled.
Rafa held her a little tighter, allowing himself to enjoy the moment, just this once. And he laughed into her hair, his entire body shaking with the weightlessness of it all. Then he stepped onto the podium, lifting the trophy high. Happy. A winner.
If it wasn't for yesterday's unfortunate crash, he'd have had the perfect weekend, but even with that he's just shown again how much he can do. He's going to be the next Bortoleto, mark my words. Would you like more of these short stories? do you like them?
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 canât keep doing this đ
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
rafa has never been the biggest fan of pda, but it seemed that opposites attract. in all honesty, rafa didnât actually mind her clingy onto him, but it just took him a while to not look so stiff and awkward when in public.
âi canât wait to see you in your suitâ
y/n had made it very clear just how much she likes seeing him in trident gear and he couldnât help but chuckle as she sighed dreamily.
âhopefully i wonât dnf thoughâ
rafaâs sprint races havenât 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.
âiâll go steal their front wingsâ she said bitterly
âyou do thatâ he says with a laugh
but turns out that y/n didnât need to steal anyoneâs front wing since her boyfriend was able to take pole away from nikola â 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 hadnât 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.
ârafa!â he let out a sigh of relief as his shoulders became less tense
âyou scared meâ
âsorryâ she wasn't
y/n reluctantly let go so he could turn around and take off his helmet while she continued to speak.
âyou got pole!â
âi didâ
âwhile almost giving me a heart attack!â
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.
âfeels good after last weekâ 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 â just enough to be pointless.
âyou'll win tomorrowâ she suddenly declared making rafa side eye her
âyou will! i can feel it in my gut!â
â... if you say soâ
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
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 rafaâs finally had more than a point in the sprint.
âthank you guys, feels good to finally have a good sprintâ
her heart warmed at hearing how full his voice sounded.
âhe did it for youâ she jumped and turned towards noah who had a large grin on his face
âwhat?â he shrugged
âsaid you had a feeling heâd winâ
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 hasnât even checked social media ).
âdidn't think it'd actually happenâ
âcould your gut say when i'm going to win?â
ânope!â
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.
âi'll be waiting for you under the podiumâ 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.
âdonât startâ
yesterday: pepe's win, charles pole, gabi P7 and Aston Martins doing a good quali
today (for now): RAFA SIMPLY WON THE F3 CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!
ps: depending on the rest of today's results I might explode of happiness lmao
rafael being p30 in lap 1 and being p12 in lap 19 is like goat behaviour?? he gained EIGHTEEN places after literally being BEHIND the medical car at the start of the race. not talked about enough
he is MY goat. ALSO CONGRATS TO NIKOLA GO CAMPOS
(posted this in the wrong acc at first HELP)
bro is not even tree trophies tall