CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG
Summary: even if it's one of your brother's rivals, you can't walk away from him.
Pairing: george russell x reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1140
You had accompanied your brother Max throughout the 2022 season as you were taking a break from work and studies to reorganize your life. And what better way to do it than accompanying your brother around the world to see him do the job he loved the most. Also, you were a fan of F1, it was in your blood after all. What you didn't have in mind was that you were going to meet a certain Englishman from Mercedes, who was going to become the reason why you were so excited about going to the Paddock. Max was so oblivious that he believed that your enthusiasm was due to the fact that you liked the adrenaline rush of races that you had not seen in a long time. Your brother didn’t suspect anything of your relationship with George. You had met some of the boys at the Paddock and you were friends with most of them, so he considered Russell to be one of them.
Obviously you weren't going to tell him yet that you and the British were more than two formal acquaintances. You had known George the same as the rest of the boys, but since day one, he had caught your attention and clearly the feeling was reciprocated. You started to cheer a little more for the Mercedes driver from the Red Bull garage, and between chats and hangouts as just friends, you didn't realize when you found yourself in love with each other. At first you were reluctant to enter into a relationship with George, but after much insistence and a mutual agreement that you would take the relationship in private until you were ready, you agreed to date with him and let him love you.
But you knew that the day had to come when people found out, including your brother Max. Even though you and George had become adept at slipping back and forth between qualifiers and practices and races, all good things came to an end.
And that finale took place on Sunday of the Brazilian GP.
You were biting your nails ever since the lights went out and the race began.
Despite your cheering for your brother, your inner self jumped as it watched George in first place, keeping up with Lewis and everyone else behind him. You trembled with nerves from time to time, you were already nervous yesterday and screamed silently when George won the sprint, even afterward you sneaked to his hotel room to congratulate him appropriately. You were on edge watching your boyfriend defend tooth and nail what could be his first victory in his F1 career. There were only two laps left and George was still leading. One lap, your eyes watered and you had to swallow a whoop of elation to see your boy cross the checkered flag in first place. You listened to the radio live and noticed his tearful voice thanking his team. You looked around and as sneakily as you could you left the garage to try to sneak into the Mercedes garage to congratulate George when he returned. But your plan deliberately failed when Angela saw you trying to sneak in. You smiled guiltily at her and she just looked at you with a knowing smile.
"Come with me, I'm sure he's going to want to see you before anyone else" she recommended.
"No, I can't do that. Everyone would see me and God knows what would form” you denied despite the desire you had.
"Come on, that's nonsense. Let them say what they want, your boyfriend just won his first race and I'm sure he's going to want to celebrate with you."
Her words made you think. It was true. You wanted to congratulate your boy on his victory. You would have time to deal with everything that would come later, now the protagonist was George. Angela had to understand the conviction on your face because she soon dragged you by the arm to where the Mercedes team was greeting both drivers and celebrating with George. When George saw you arrive in front of the fence, he completely lit up, if he was already happy, now he was elated to see you there waiting for him. He ran up and caught you in his arms tightly, both of us locked in a tight hug. You separated and grabbed his face between your hands to kiss his lips, he kissed you back with the same energy and after a couple of soft peaks you separated. You knew there would be thousands of cameras and photographers recording the moment, but you didn't care as you saw George so emotionally crying after all.
"I'm so proud of you, my love" you spoke first as you wiped the tears from his cheeks.
“Thank you, really thank you for this. I don't know how to thank you for being here” George still didn't assimilate that he had you in his arms in public. No more hiding.
"You don't have to thank me for anything. Now go, you have a prize to receive. Then we can celebrate all you want”
George's smile grew and with another shorter kiss, he followed Lewis to the podium. You watched the entire awards show to him, Lewis and Carlos with such pride in you, when a gentle hand on your shoulder made you look away from George. Turning around, you blanched when you saw your brother Max looking at you with what seemed like a scolding but also a bit of mockery.
"So Russell was the mystery boyfriend you didn't want to tell me about?" You couldn't recognize the tone of his voice.
“Max, I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you but I didn't know what you were going to say and people…” your tirade was cut short by the smile on your brother's face.
“y/n, I'm not mad” this time your brother put both of his hands on your shoulders and shook you gently.
"no?" Your confused face must have been funny.
"Nope. I'm not entirely amused that my little sister has a boyfriend, but Russell is a good guy. But answer me something”
"What?"
"Are you happy with him?" You sighed at Max's question.
"Very happy. He loves me and I love him” Max noticed the truth in your eyes and the love for the British pilot. Happy with the answer, he hugged you. You sighed calmly with your brother agreeing to your relationship.
"But still, Russell better not hurt you, or else I'm going to crash his car into a wall in all the races he has left" you rolled your eyes with a laugh at your brother's words. You knew George wouldn't hurt you, and you hoped you could celebrate more moments with him now that you didn't have to hide.
