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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yourusername race one done!! can't wait for race two! my boy is going to win the championship <3 tão orgulhoso de você meu amor! te amo muito <3 (so proud of you my love! love you so much <3)
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yourfriend1 congrats to rafa!
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rafaccamara88 muito obrigada, princesa (thank you so much, princess)
yourusername so proud of you rafa!! you deserve it!
yourbsf GUYS MY HEART
username mom and dad
username i'm so happy y/n isn't famous we need to gatekeep her
username she's the best WAG and also so nice!! we have to protect her from the public eye
username the cutest couple
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rafaccamara88
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rafaccamara88 we did it! thank you so much for the prema team and my teammates! and to my amazing girlfriend, thank you for the support and encourgment. i wouldn't be here without you ❤
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username CONGRATS RAFA
username VAMOS BRASILIA!
username amazing race!
yourusername AWW OMG <33 ILYSM RAFA!! CONGRATS ON THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!
rafaccamara88 I LOVE YOU MORE
username GUYS DID YALL SEE Y/N AND RAFAS KISS I AM NOT OKAY
username THE KISS OMGGGGG
username THEM KISSING WAS SO ICONIC
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f1waggossip who was the girl behind rafael camara's iconic championship kiss? find out more about yourusername and who she is!
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username NOOO MOTHER Y/N IS BECOMING KNOWN TO THE PUBLIC
username we failed in our mission guys </3
yourusername didn't know i became famous, thanks ig?
username HELP I LOVE YOU Y/N
yourusername sorry!! i only love rafa 🥰
username she's so pretty wtf?? i'm jealous
username RAFA WATCH IT SHES MINE
username FELL TO MY KNEES Y/N ISNT OUR SECRET ANYMORE
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yourusername guess im famous now? dont worry ill NEVER forget my og followers <3
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username dont forget us y/n
yourusername never queen
username y/n saying she'll never forget the og fans 🥹 my heart can't take this
rafaccamara88 i'll love you even if you were the least famous person on this earth
yourusername RAFA HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
yourbsf if you didn't tell him you told ME
racerbia Y/N WE NEED YOU IN THE ACADEMY RACES
yourusername I PROMISE IM TRYING TO ATTEND ALL OF THEM BUT THE FRECA SCHEDULE DOESNT LINE UP </3
jameswharton my best friend is becoming famous 😔
yourusername i'll never forget you jamie
username Y/N AND THE PREMA RACERS IM GONNA CRY
username HER CALLING JAMES 'jamie' I'M DEAD
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jameswharton sappiest but cutest couple i know
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yourusername aren't we the only couple you know?
rafaccamara88 yes james
jameswharton SHUT UP N/N
yourusername no <3
username not y/n and james fighting HELP
username AWW THEYRE SO CUTEEE
username james wharton, professianal rafay/n photographer
racerbia my photos are better what is this?
yourusername yes yes they are
jameswharton why is everyone bullying me today??
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rafaccamara88
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rafaccamara88 meu amor. eu te amo mais do que tudo. tenho muita sorte de ter você na minha vida para me apoiar e me animar. te amo ❤ (my love. i love you more than anything ever. i am so lucky to have you in my life to support me and cheer me on. love you)
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username SHES SO PRETTY
username my wife rafa back off
yourusername eu te amo mais do que tudo <33 (i love you more than anything)
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.
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.
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
