#rafa writes

[iliothermia]

Was sent a pic of my book cover for @nicosraf's book Angels Before Man in a real book store and I wanna cry.. My art in real store wow

[dedeinthewild]

rafa camara x reader, short fic

—You can’t be in here—

summary : Rafa has an outstanding debut in f3, dominating the weekend and showing everyone how he's made, but he's more than the determinated driver...

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 wheels—a 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 special—both 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 shine—without 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 visor—his smile leaving little to the imagination.

—Rafa! Give us a one!— 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 body—every 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.

—Come on, weigh time— 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 fermé. 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 lane—from 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.

—Let’s go, Rafael— 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 she’ll be gone if he doesn’t, but she’s already giving him the smallest nod, like go on, I’ll 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 laughed—almost like he needed it to burn off the adrenaline from his first-ever Formula 3 race.

—I thought you’d be happier about winning— a voice said, appearing in front of him before he could even register it.

—You can’t be in here— he blurts out, even though his grin is already giving him away.

It was the same one he always had when she was around—when she held his helmet while he signed autographs for fans or when he drove the team’s quad around the paddock, badly singing along to whatever song she had made him listen to during their lunch breaks under the tents.

—I won’t stay long— 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. —I just had to remind you how much you amaze me every time—

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 image—he could be anything he felt like being, whether it was the unbeatable driver, the unshakable athlete, or the guy who couldn’t shut up even if he tried.

—and did you see the way I almost lost the car in turn 3? I swear, I felt it slipping and I just— he said, speaking quickly, knowing their time was limited. —My heart stopped. Like—actually stopped. I knew it was going to be okay, but it was thrilling—

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.

—You’re doing the thing again—

—What thing?—

—The thinking thing— 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.

—Well, yeah, my brain kinda works like that— he joked, adjusting his cap again.

—I mean, it isn’t the race you wanted, but it was the best debut you could have had in these conditions— she stopped for a second, fixing the collar of his fireproof suit, smoothing it just below his Adam’s apple. —And I’m proud, as always—

—I know— he smiled, that bright, sincere one that made his dimples stand out.

It’s ridiculous. They’re standing in the cool-down room, moments before he’s meant to step onto his first-ever F3 podium, laughing over nothing. But that’s how it always is with them. No matter where, no matter when—he just finds her. Always.

—I should go before someone finds me in here— 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.

—Are you, uh… representing the winning team on the podium?— the steward asked, sounding bored, knowing only one team member could go up and celebrate with the top three.

—Oh, no, I’m actually leaving— she said apologetically, before stepping back.

—We’re two idiots, Rafa— 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.

—I’m, like, really sweaty right now— he muttered, inhaling the garage scent in her hair, mixed with the same perfume she had always worn.

—Believe me, I know— 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?

[kryptonbabe]

Further study

Intense study

He smelled amazing

Oh Lois, I see you're the same obsessed woman in every universe, don't ever change

From Absolute Superman #2 (2024)

[rangersoup]

So anyway, I’m forever bitter that they snuck in that little piece of Carlos lore about him being good with horses, and then never had him do anything with horses. I’m a horse girl with horse girl needs. And Owen did not satisfy those needs.

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Grigor “I think it's nice when you see the guys when they're like strong with big, big legs” Dimitrov (x)

[sailorsally]

All of this letter is absolutely wild but this whole paragraph and this sentence particularly has me in a chokehold

[bubblepopsims]

~Bunny Bear Madalyn Marie ft. bunny boop

i couldn't pass up on not putting my bun in these accessories by @1-800-cuupid CC set💘Bunny Bop || VENUS💘

and fits perfectly with my naughty innocent Maddi

[janesurlife]

Imagine being 17 years old and being told that you may never be able to do this one thing that you love SO MUCH ever again. I couldn't..... Rafa is something else. He'll always be an inspiration for not just tennis players or fans but anyone who is fighting against impossible odds. You have to be persistent, keep fighting... fight hard enough and miracles will happen. “Victory belongs to the most tenacious” remember that, Rafa is the literal embodiment of that quote.

[rqgnarok]

did someone say barba/price/reader love triangle?

Rafael isn’t proud of it– he makes slow work of gathering his things to watch you tap your knuckles on Price’s desk from the corner of his eye. Barba grits his teeth when said man makes a pleased sound at the sight of you, brows raised. “If you’re here to ask for a life sentence, forget about it,” Nolan says, though his voice and lopsided smirk are nothing but teasing. “They’re giving out parking tickets right now in the next room, maybe you’ll get some luck there from some poor sucker who just passed the bar.” “Funny, don’t quit your day job,” you quip back. Still, you’re nervous, Barba knows you enough to tell. You’re still tapping your knuckles against the wood, a gentle, senseless rhythm to keep you grounded. “I wanted to thank you, actually. I know the family already did, but still. It was a good thing to do. Brave as hell.” “Stupid, others might say,” Nolan finally looks at you and doesn’t see a hint of a joke in your features, softens. “It was the right thing to do.” “You could’ve said no. Most people would’ve,” a moment, then– “Most people did, actually. You were the first and only crazy enough to even consider it.” “You can go to the part where you thank me, now,” he says.  Your lips stay tugged up into a smile, helpless against his charm. Barba wonders if he can get the guard standing outside to shoot him so he doesn’t have to witness this. “Thank you, Price. It means more than you know. You brought someone’s son home today.” “You gave me the chance,” he turns the tables on you, leaning into you and eyes gazing into yours, terribly honest and enchanting. Barba hears you exhale shakily and crumbles up the papers in his hands without meaning to. “I forget sometimes why I took this job. Thank you for reminding me.” “Alright, well,” you shift in your place, a little overwhelmed with his attention. “Still. If there’s anything I can do for you–” “Have dinner with me,” he interrupts. Rafael finally gazes up, directed by surprise alone. Neither of you notice– you’re speaking in low voices and no one else in the mostly vacated courtroom can hear you– and it’s then he realizes how badly he’s intruding. If Rafael were to speak up he thinks you’d struggle to even remember his name.  “What, now?” Nolan shrugs. “Yeah, now. You got anything else going on?” Barba had been planning on buying the first round at Forlini’s. “No,” you say, sounding far, far away. “No, nothing at all.” “I’m not kidnapping you here, am I?” he asks, suddenly hesitant. “If that’s not where this is going…” “It’s where I’d like it to go,” you admit, suddenly brave, mending Nolan’s heart and breaking Rafael’s all in one swoop.  “Okay, then,” he says, giddy, and he walks you out of the courthouse with a prep in his step Rafael abhors.  He hates it even more that Nolan’s a nice guy– a decent enough lawyer, he’d admitted to Liv earlier, half compliment half complaint. Price was already working for the defense but Barba hadn’t thought this was a field he’d compete in, too. He’s been struggling enough on his own for your affections, what will he be to you now that Nolan’s filling the space he’s always wanted to? Rafael knows this game well. He played it with Yelina and lost. He’s not sure he’d survive losing it again. 

[this-sapphic-paradise]

Chapter 9 is up!!

[anxiousbrazilianstuff]

Studying? No, writing a fic for a bunch of people I don't know who like my posts

[dedeinthewild]

dede's motorsport masterlist💫 feeder series

❃- requests ✯ - favourites

guidelines prompt list (not the best one out there)

paul aron x reader - "well, I'm the binman now"

you've got an insanely beautiful smile

"where's the throphy? he just comes running straight over to me"

“Remind me never to travel with you again,”

"stand there and look good"

“Don’t turn this into one of those crappy films I hate.”

"No hot chocolate for complainers" ✯

“I’m carrying my body weight in presents, so shut it" ✯

"Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me." ❃

"I know a life you haven’t lived yet,"

"Art sneaks up on you."

“Your bed is like… 30% sheets, 70% snack wrappers and passive aggression,”

“So, like, how fast do I not want to go in this thing?”

“You’re snoring. Like, offensively.”

arvid lindblad x reader - "you might be a shit driver but you're not a pussy"

"you never asked" ❃

"it's raining quite a bit" ❃

"you're a guy, you just don't get it" ❃

"push, Arvid, push" ❃

"you still have the bracelet I made you?" ❃

"are you home?" ❃

ollie bearman x reader - "we shouldn't drink beer"

"she's so much better than a creamy croissant"

pepe martí x reader - "I have a lot of knowledge actually"

"that's a terrible one" ✯

"wait, did you say maybe?" ❃

“That’s P1! You’re an F2 race winner!” ❃

"this part, makes me think of you" ❃

“Pepe finally let you light up the club?”  ❃

dennis hauger x reader - "should have been better, me llamo dennis"

only questions challenge ❃

ralf aron x reader - "do you want me to say something in italian as if I was marcus?"

“That’s an odd way to button a shirt,” ❃

“I mean, it’s kind of impressive. Watching Ralf flirt with you so obviously while you continue to be completely oblivious.” ❃

marcus armstrong x reader - "it's what is on the inside that counts"

 “I might have gone a bit overboard,” ❃

"Yeah, yeah. What's the emergency?" ❃

rafa camara x reader - "but everyone does this?"

"You can’t be in here"

[radiantcircle-if]

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

i tried to be more general rather than answer about mc but made a note if there's potential for mc to be their exception. answering the second question first...

believes in love at first sight: gazi

yep just gazi (atp) lmao now for the first question.

out of all of the ROs, gazi is probably the only one who is looking for relationships. they believe in love and want to be in love. they love love. they look for people who are fun to be around, supportive and responsive, and physically affectionate. they look for people they can trust, who can they be completely vulnerable and themself around, who love openly and honestly.

emotionally unavailable #1 césar looks for reliability, dependability. his plans for the night circle include him getting married, having/adopting kids, raising the next night luminary while raising the status of the night circle. if he's going to have a relationship, it likely won't be about love but about realizing his dream and goals. he needs someone at his side who has those dreams and goals as well and can be counted on to walk the path alongside him. if love happens past that, it happens (ofc it will happen with mc).

emotionally unavailable #2 rather than looking for a relationship, rafa tends to chase what's fun, interesting. if he's going to be in a relationship with someone, they'd have to be fun, they'd have to keep his attention and interest. he likes a little mystery. he likes trying to figure out an enigma. in his experience, he usually figures out people pretty fast, and then he gets bored and doesn't let them truly know him. if he falls in love, it'll be with someone who found a way to read him despite all that (and ofc mc knows how).

deniz isn't looking for relationship(s) but hopes that one day they'll find someone who is patient and understanding (or more than one someone, if they're lucky). they know they can get really into their work, that their tunnel vision and hyperfocus might make someone in a relationship with them feel lonely. they need someone who will get that about them and navigate that complexity together. if that means their partner also sees other partners, that's okay with them.

emotionally unavailable #3 noel has been content to live without a single connection in the world for a really long time, and she would be content to continue living that way. there was a time, when she was young enough to still live at home, that she thought she'd fall in love and get married and have kids. she doesn't see that for herself anymore. so in a relationship, she's looking for something that's easy, lowkey, unobtrusive, for someone who'll go with her flow and never get in her way (and mc knows how to be that).

[rafasbiscuits]

do you think roger is crying just as hard as us that's why he's not appearing in public just yet??

[papayafiles]

okay. tennis rpfers. i get you. you win.

[earthsmightiestdorks]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou/Yachi Hitoka, Kageyama Tobio/Yachi Hitoka Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Domestic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sharing Clothes, First Kiss Series: Part 1 of Year of the OTP - KageHinaYachi Summary:

If the moment in the living room reminded her of her and Shouyou’s first kiss, then this gesture takes her back immediately to one of the first times Tobio had stayed over at her place, while Shouyou was still trying to make it in Rio.