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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]

and if i say that leo’s going to win the f2 championship ????

[multicohn]

will be writing a celebratory one shot for rafa 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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RAFA MY GOAT I KNEW HE COULD DO THIS LETS FKING GOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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genuinly think more f1 fans would enjoy race weekends more if they watched f2 and f3. you want overtakes? they got overtakes. you want wheel to wheel battles? they got em. you want crashes? not my bag but BOY do they have those. polar bear in arlington texas podiums? weekly. teammates trying to kill each other? the lower categories are the hunger games. safety car? you rarely get 10 laps without one. tension? wowzers. 22 kids or 30 kids trying to end each other for the hope of alpine making them a reserve. check out f2 and f3.

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Heyyy girl, could you write more little things with Rafa Câmara? Maybe something really cute and cozy?" 🥺💖

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language

glad to see the rafa camara fan club alive!

love and care is inspired by your request. hope you like it and sorry for being so late with it, i haven't been feeling well <3

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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

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not to be dramatic or anything but a yuki podium would make my life.

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Hello, I came from Wattpad just to say I love your F1 books there there are amazing

You are an amazing writer, thank you for your books

i just woke up and this is so nice! thank you so much for reading them, i’m happy you enjoyed them :)

wishing you have the best day / night <3

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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”

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Hey girl, do you still write with the F2 and F3 drivers? If so, could you write something (maybe sleepy mornings) with Nikola Tsolov?

hello and yes i do still write for the f2 and f3 drivers :)

i have quite a lot of drafts involving drivers from both grids but haven't uploaded them cause i can’t think of any titles 😅

quiet love is inspired by your request, hope you like it <3

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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.

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GOATED PODIUM FOR THE F3 SPRINT

( rafa what the hell were you doing those last few laps )

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summary: y/n and yuki were inseparable as kids, but they soon grew up and grew apart. when he gets an invitation for her wedding, old feelings arise and things get complicated

warnings: sad, complicated feelings, cheating?

pairing: fem! reader x yuki tsunoda

genre: angst, childhood friends to strangers, right person wrong time / not enough time

author note: um… happy 100 to yuki?

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you are cordially invited to the wedding of ( husband name ) and y/n l/n.

yuki stared at it was his friends talked over each other. he hadn’t been home to italy, but somehow y/n knew and asked ( friend name ) if they could hand the invitation to yuki — was what he had been told. their friends chuckled before reminiscing about them: y/n and yuki, yuki and y/n, the pair everyone believed would get married, the duo that were always together that people found it odd if they saw one without the other, the couple that never happened — none of them noticed yuki's silence, too absorbed in what transpired during their shared childhoods:

• at five years old, they met for the first time.

• at seven years old, they became friends.

from then on, they were inspirable. y/n went to every race she could for yuki, while he followed her to every ( academic / sporting ) event that didn't clash with his racing.

• at thirteen years old, y/n fell in love with yuki.

• at thirteen years old, yuki fell in love with y/n.

but, they never told the other. their friendship slowly became strained, their romantic feelings clashing with their fear of the other not feeling the same and their friendship being ruined for good.

• at eighteen years old, yuki left japan.

from then on, nothing was the same. time zones were clashing with their careers so calls and messages started becoming less and less, priorities being changed that unknowingly hurt the others feelings, long silences they never realised happened until months had passed.

their shared friend group noticed, but they didn't think anything of it. yuki and y/n would always go back to each other no matter what. but their friends failed to notice that things had drastically changed between them until it was too late.

yuki's grip hardened around the envelope until it was squashed into a tiny ball that now rested in his palm. the colour, the design, lettering, venue, theme, everything about it didn't feel like y/n.

not one bit.

he knew her wedding plans. she's dreamed about it since they were nine and saw “the princess and the frog” for the first time.

“are you gonna come?” he looked up to see them all staring at him, different emotions pooling their eyes

yuki went silent and glanced down at his opened fist where the crumpled invite sat before squeezing it tight.

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y/n felt weird, but she didn't understand why. maybe it was just creeping anxiety of getting married? that sounded reasonable. her husband-to-be is not only a great man, but a wonderful partner and she couldn't be happier, yet there's something unknown swirling in her stomach.

“y/n?”

she knows that voice.

she knows that voice, all too well.

y/n slowly turned around and she felt her world stop.

“yuki?”

time seemed to freeze as they stared at each other.

it had been years since they last each other. yuki’s lips parted in awe as she stood before him in a wedding dress, but his mind suddenly reminded him that y/n is now wearing it for him. that it isn’t for their wedding.

y/n felt her eyes start to water at seeing yuki in a full suit. she never stopped watching his races, but seeing him grow on a tv hurt her. when y/n met her future husband, she had avoided dating him because her heart still belonged to yuki, but eventually, he was able to change her feelings.

there wasn’t any doubt in her mind or heart that y/n loves ( future husband name ), but yuki had been everything to her.

“i-i didn’t think you would come” she admitted sheepishly while he rubbed the back of his neck nervously

“i didn’t think i was either”

it went silent before he spoke up again.

“you look beautiful” she blushed and looked down at her wedding dress

“thank you”

“you always wanted one like that” y/n blinked and raised her head

“you remembered?” his eyes softened

“i remember everything”

her lips parted to say something, but yuki couldn’t help himself and started listing everything from which type of flowers she wanted down to the pattern on the napkins. y/n didn’t realise that she had started crying until yuki crossed the room and softly wiped them away.

“don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup” she sniffled and stood still, letting him wipe her tears away

y/n felt torn.

in front of her, the boy she had loved for years finally appeared again. her mind and heart ripping itself into two pieces; one for him, and one for her soon-to-be husband.

she stepped back and yuki let his hand fall.

“sorry” his tone was anything but apologetic

“it's okay” it didn't sound like it was

y/n let out a deep breath. calming down her racing heart and torn mind.

“i love you”

“yuki...”

“i always had. i — i've loved you since we were thirteen and i wanted to say something for years, but then we started drifting apart and i thought my feelings would change, but seeing you now i — i just — ” yuki cut himself off as y/n leaned forward and embraced him tightly

no matter how many times she had imagined going to him when she fought with her spouse, no matter how many times she wondered what would have happened if she confessed to him, no matter how many “what if” scenarios had played in her containing him, she could never truly love yuki tsunoda the way she does her future husband. not anymore.

if you had told y/n a year ago that yuki had and still love her after all these years, she would have struggled to pick between him and her boyfriend at the time.

but, right now, in this moment. she wouldn't. her vulnerability and pre-wedding anxiety had messed with her feelings.

yes, she loves yuki. y/n always will, but not in the way she use to.

not anymore.

“i loved you too”

loved.

not love.

yuki wasn't sure what he was expecting. maybe seeing him again would change her feelings? maybe she would realise that marrying her husband is the wrong decision? maybe y/n would run away with him like in the movies?

yuki allowed himself to relax within her hold as y/n swayed them lightly. he knew he had to let go, she was needed for the wedding after all, but yuki was going to be selfish for just a little longer.

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yuki didn't stay.

he couldn't.

seeing y/n walk the down aisle and towards a man that wasn't him did it for yuki. he tried to stay seated, tried to last through the wedding for her, but when she started reading her vows and describing everything she loved about him did it for yuki.

he now sat in the airport. eyes teary and heart aching as he held off on going through security.

yuki was meant to stay for another few days, but he needed to get out of japan.

and away from y/n.

he was supposed to be stronger than this. he wasn't supposed to let these feelings resurface again, but he couldn't help it. he couldn't help, but still love her, even now with the knowledge that y/n is officially married. his heart still ached for her.

“yuki!”

oh, great, now he's hearing her.

“YUKI!”

“why is the voice getting louder?”

“YUKI TSUNODA!”

he leaped out of his seat, suitcase being knocked over as his eyes found her instantly.

y/n was breathing heavily, wedding dress hoisted up as she looked around the airport for him, desperation in her eyes. some people stood and stared while others walked past, curiosity blooming through them all.

“y/n?” his voice was quiet. she couldn’t hear him

she went yell again, but yuki was quick to make himself known to her. luggage momentarily forgotten.

“y/n” his voice was louder, not by much, but she still heard him

“yuki” she was breathless, chest still rising up and down as they stared at each other again

“y/n?” he spoke with caution, unsure if she was really standing in front of him or if his mind is playing tricks

“yuki” she sniffled, tears streaming down your face

“what are you doing here?” his voice hoarse and filled with confusion

“what are you doing here?” she quesioned back

he blinked and suddenly it was just them. no one else.

y/n and yuki.

yuki and y/n.

the pair everyone believed would get married.

the duo that were always together that people found it odd if they saw one without the other.

the couple that never happened.

“you married him” his voice cracked. just a bit, but she still noticed. y/n always noticed.

“i love him”

yuki hesitated.

but, he couldn't stop himself from asking.

“do you... really not love me anymore?”

“i do love you” she confessed and stepped towards him, reaching out to take his arm, but he backed away

“but it isn't enough. is it?”

she went silent and that was all yuki needed to hear. he sighed, rubbing his eyes before looking at her.

“you shouldn't have come”

he turned and walked away. the crowd parting to let him leave, but she called out to him once more.

“i couldn't do it” she confessed through broken sobs making the crowd gasp

it wasn't fair to her now ex-fiancé. she still loved yuki. no matter how many times she pushed down her feelings and pretended, y/n could never give her heart to another. not really.

yuki stopped, but he didn't turn around.

“you should've”

he continued to walk away as y/n's sobs echoed. her voice breaking as she called out him, desperately, but yuki continued. grabbing his suitcase and going towards security with blurry vision.

he loved her, but yuki was finally letting her go.

even if she didn't want him to.

y/n cried, and cried, not caring about who saw her. she had just lost two people who loved her dearly, all because her feelings were too complicated.

[multicohn]

was going to upload my harua imagine alongside galvin’s, but i didn’t like it 🥲

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summary: lachlan finds the notepad of the girl he has a crush on and takes his chance to ask her out on a date

warnings: they’re both insanely awkward, reader wears glasses

pairing: fem! reader x lachlan galvin

genre: fluff

author note: wrote this while he was still a tiger

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lachlan has always been an awkward and nervous person, but seeing her behind the camera with a notebook and pen in each hand ready to jot down anything that she thought sounded important really messed with him.

her eyes always shined brightly behind her glasses, the sun and stadium lights seemed to make her glow, her lips would be pulled into a quick yet soft smile when anyone looked at her —

“lachy?” he blinked and looked at his teammate who raised an eyebrow

“you good?”

“yeah, all good” he waved them off before retreating down the tunnel, but stopped upon noticing a small notebook on the floor

the calls of his name from fans that had shown up were suddenly silent as he reached down to grab it. lachlan furrowed his eyebrows before flipping it open, trying to find a name or initials.

y/n l/n: fox sports.

his eyes widened and he immediately turned around to where she stood on the field, busy jotting down what apisai koroisau was saying.

“i’ll give it to her when there isn’t any cameras” lachlan nodded to himself, let out a deep breath, and continued down the tunnel

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in all honesty, y/n hadn't even noticed that she had dropped the small notebook. it didn't really have anything important, it was just full of things that she noticed about certain players during the game.

the ( hair colour ) girl pushed up her glasses as she walked down the tunnel and away from the cheers of the tigers fan. there win was well deserved as it went down to the final few seconds of golden point with adam doueihi's winning it by a field goal.

y/n swore her heart must have stopped a few times while watching.

“alright, we're off to the press conference. wait here” she nodded while watching her senior journalist and cameraman take off towards the other shed

the girl let out a small yawn as her mind raced with ideas of how to keep herself busy while waiting. she hasn't sat in on any press conferences yet since she's still new ( and her senior journalist doesn't trust her questions ).

y/n hummed and opened her notebook to go adjust some things: a few corrections on spelling, adding in some missing words, scribbling out and rewriting things to sound more professional. she bit the tip of her pen and kept her eyes on the notebook, not even glancing up to see who was walking down the hallway.

y/n assumed it was just security or maybe even a staff member.

“excuse me?”

she blinked and looked up to see lachlan galvin standing in front of her with a flushed face.

“he's so much more attractive up close” y/n felt herself grow warm up at the suddent thought that popped into her head as lachlan cleared his throat

“um… you dropped this” she tilted her head down to see a familiar notepad in his hand and gasped before looking up at him, shock written on her face

“how did you —”

“it was on the ground. um... near the entrance to the field” he stretched his hand out and watched as she reached out to take it.

her fingers brushed against his lightly, but it was enough to get a reaction from lachlan who quickly snatched his hand back which made the notebook fall.

“i'm so sorry, let me —”

“no, it's okay i'll —”

they both spoke before reaching down to grab it, but their heads suddenly knocked into the other making them stumble back. y/n squatted down, holding both hands to her forehead while lachlan clutched his own and stood with a groan.

“sorry” they said once again in sync

lachlan swallowed nervously while looking down at her crouched figure. he quietly took a deep breath before holding out his hand. y/n blinked and looked at him, all sorts of emotions swirling inside of her. she slowly took one hand away from her aching forehead to hold his. he pulled her up gently before grabbing the notebook and holding it.

“sorry”

“don't worry about it”

reluctantly, y/n let of his hand to take her notebook. she thanked him quietly and went to walk down the hallway when lachlan called out to her.

y/n turned around and watched as he stood straighter, hands balled into his fists as his eyes showed determination.

“will you go on a date with me?”

y/n's eyes widened and her mouth parted in shock. did he really just ask that?

“huh?”

lachlan took a deep breath and asked again.

“will you go on a date with me? please...” y/n swallowed nervously, but she couldn't contain the smile that slowly started to grow

“sure”

lachlan let out a breath of relief while she quickly wrote something down in her notebook before ripping it and handing him the paper. she smiled at him once more before rushing down the hallway at hearing her senior call her name.

“ooo, lachy got a girls number” he jumped and whipped around to see a few of his teammates standing not far behind him

“have long of you's been there?!”

“well, are going to call her?”

“later...”

“booo”

he rolled his eyes at their teasing, but couldn't help the happy feeling blooming in his chest as he looked down at her written phone number.