summary: Max invites his ex to a gp and upsets you. Soft and stubborn Max, but heβs a cutie. A mix between angst and fluff, but mostly fluff towards the end. Lots of reader just ranting. Plus a little cameo from the Ferrari WAGs <3.
warnings: Does Kelly count as a warning? Kinda of toxic, Iβm not really sure? But who actually likes seeing their boyfriendβs ex girlfriend??
authorβs note: Italics are flashbacks! This turned out longer than expected, but I hope you guys like it! Itβs also been a while since Iβve written fics, so it there are any errors pls ignore themπ
The tension in the car was thick. So thick, Max believed he could cut it with a knife.
Your arms were crossed as you stared out the window while Max glanced at you wearily every other second. Thankfully, there were only three of you in the car. You and Max in the backseat, and the driver in front being separated by a divider. Though, Max was sure the driver was able to hear the current disagreement between you and him.
Max fidgeted with the lanyard of his paddock pass and stared at the side of your face. He knew he had upset you and honestly you had every right to be. You were biting the inside of your cheek in frustration trying to keep your emotions at bay. As much as you wanted to argue with Max about how you disagreed with his actions, he was due to race in a couple of hours and you didnβt want to add any more stress on his shoulders.
But Max wanted to talk about this now while you were both alone.
βSchatje, are you really mad?β Max asked quietly, leaning closer to you and trying to get you to face him. He truly didnβt mean to dampen your mood before the race. Most importantly, he didnβt like that he was the reason for you being upset. Your brows furrowed ever so slightly and a faint pout was on your lips, both indications that you were in fact not happy with him.
βYes, Max, I am mad.β You answered, your voice trembling a bit. You had finally turned away from the window and were looking at him. Max felt a pang of guilt in his heart once he saw the look in your eyes. They werenβt glaring at him with the heat of anger, but they were soft and glossy, you were hurtβhe hurt you.
Max cautiously reached out for your hand and tangled your fingers together, though your hand felt limp, like you didnβt want to hold his hand at all.
βI told you the truth.β Max said, leaning his head down trying to catch your eyes again. You took in a deep breath before turning to fully face him.
βYes Max, you did and I absolutely appreciate it. I really do.β You began, grasping his hand between yours. βBut that doesnβt make up for that fact that youβve had this planned out for nearly a month and only told me thirty minutes ago!β You argued.
Thirty minutes ago, before your ride to the paddock can pick you guys up, Max had revealed that his ex-girlfriend, Kelly, and her daughter would be at the garage to watch the race. When you asked how they got passes to the garage, he shared that he had flown them out and provided them with passes for the weekend.
βSo sheβs been here all weekend?β You questioned him, arms crossed and a brow raised at him. The Italian heat felt even ten times worse as you grew frustrated with your boyfriend.
βYeah, but they were at the Paddock Club, theyβre going to watch the race from the garage though.β Max shrugged, as if it were not a big deal. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder and grasped your hand in his free one.
You couldnβt help the feeling of insecurity seeping into your bones. Kelly was rich and gorgeous, she was a model, and you werenβt. You had a normal job that offered you stability, paid you good money, and you knew how to clean up nice. However, you were no where near her level of anything or any of the other WAGs at that.
βYouβve known this whole time that she was here?β You asked quietly, your brows furrowed at him. You hated that you kept asking him questions, it was like you were interrogating him.
Max looked down at you, confusion etched on his face, βI did, schatje. I flew them out and got them some paddock passes.β You acted before you could speak, and shook your head at him, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Your boyfriend was one of the sweetest people youβve ever met, however, many people took that as a sign to take advantage of him. While it took him longer to realize it, you noticed it instantly.
βI donβt understand why youβre so upset though, I told you the truth, itβs not like Iβm doing anything with her.β Max defended himself, his hands wildly moving around. βShe reached out telling me that P missed me and wanted to come to a race, itβs not for her, itβs for Penelope.β
βI understand that Max and as harsh as this sounds, Penelope isnβt your responsibility. I get that you helped raise her, but you guys broke up, you donβt need to provide for her anymore.β You threw a hand in the air, emphasizing your point. βKellyβs fully capable of flying herself out and buying tickets to a race weekend.β
βI was just being nice.β Max raised his voice, also growing frustrated with the situation.
βAnd sheβs still using you!β You fumed, tears welled in the corner of your eyes. βHow many times does she have to use you for you to realize it? You guys broke up and she still manages to get what she wants out of you! Do you know how embarrassing it is to walk in and see her there?β You tried to reason with him. While many of his fans didnβt approve of Kelly, you knew Twitter would have a field day clowning you when they find out Kelly was present in the garage. Social media was never always a nice place and youβve learned to ignore it, but that didnβt mean it stopped the hate from happening.
Max ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
βThis is ridiculous.β He muttered under his breath, you scoffed and leaned back into your seat, staring at the window again.
βDo you not trust me?β Max asked forcibly, staring at the side of your head again. You let out a defeated sigh and turn your head to look at him, βI do trust you, Max.β
Maxβs shoulders slouched as he leaned on the seat sideways, his body fully turned to you.
βThen why do you not trust me with this?β He pushed, nudging your knee with his, trying to get an answer out of you. He knew he was at fault and he just wanted to make it right.
βI donβt trust her.β You simply answered, feeling done with the conversation. The car turned, nearing the entrance of the paddock. You sniffled as you untucked your hair from behind your ears, removing your sunglasses from the top of your head.
βYou donβt have to worry about her, schatje. I want you not her, thereβs a reason why we broke up.β Max reassured, trying to ease the tension between the two of you.
The car came to a halt, a knock came from the driver, indicating that you guys arrived at the paddock. Before you could leave, you turned to Max and said, βYet, sheβs still here.β
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
Entering the paddock was always a frenzy. The moment you stepped out the car, fans were quick to recognize you, knowing that one of their favorite drivers were right behind you. You slid your sunglasses on and smoothed out the white maxi dress you wore. Max followed in suit and flashed a smile at the fans.
Shouldering his bag, he held his hand out to you, βI know youβre upset, but can I please hold your hand?β
You nodded and entangled your fingers with his. The two of you began your walk into the paddock hand in hand, as fans screamed and waved at Max. He gave your hand a squeeze before guiding you guys to some of the barricades and signing a few things for the fans.
After you guys scanned your passes, Max led you guys to the Red Bull garage. However, you came to a halt. Max was quick to look back at you, βYou okay?β
βYeahβIβm gonna meet up with Alex and Rebecca, if thatβs okay? We were planning on seeing each other before the race.β You tell him. A small pout formed on Maxβs lips, βOh, okay, Iβll drop you off.β He offered, still holding your hand.
You and the girls decided to meet up at the Paddock Club. In front of the entrance, Max stood in front of you.
βYouβll come to the garage to watch, right? I need you there.β He asked quietly, so that people passing by cannot hear your conversation.
You nodded, βYeah, Iβll be there before youβre in the car.β
Max mirrored your actions, βOkay, I love you.β He pulled you in by the waist and pressed a kiss onto your forehead. You squeezed his waist in response, βI love you too.β
Max watched as you entered the building, huffing to himself, while he watched you walk further and further into the building.
Placing your sunglasses above your head, you scan the room until you see one of the girls, Alex was the first to spot you, standing in her spot and waving at you to come over.
βCoucou mon amour!β She greeted you, (Hello, my love!) immediately wrapping you in a hug. You squeal as she squeezed you, βHelloo!β You giggled. You go to greet Rebecca, who is immediately giving you a knowing look. Being the older one amongst the three of you, she was often looked up to as the older sister.
She wrapped an arm around you and smoothed your back, βWhatβs wrong?β She asked while you got situated in the chair beside her.
You shook your head, βItβs just Max.β
Rebecca grabbed the bottle of champagne on the table and poured some into a flute glass. She offered you the glass, βThank you, I needed this.β
She smiled watching you take a long sip from the glass, βOh honey, I know.β
Alex pouted and nudged your foot with hers, βWhat happened with Max?β
βHe invited Kelly to watch the race at the garage today.β You bluntly shared, slumping yourself in your chair.
Rebeccaβs eyes widened, βShut up.β
You raised a brow at her, βOh, I didnβt even get to the kicker yet.β
Alexβs brows raised, βWhich is?β
βHe flew her outβhe fucking flew her out and gave her tickets for the entire weekend.β You revealed through gritted teeth, still being aware of your surroundings. Rebecca cursed under her breath as Alex took your glass and refilled it with champagne.
Grabbing the glass, you continued, βSheβs literally been here all weekend and he only told me this morning. I just donβt get it, they broke up, I donβt know why heβs still so concerned about her.β You took another long sip of champagne,
βWhat was the reason why?β Rebecca asked you.
βApparently Penelope missed himβwhich I can believe, but did he really have to do all the providing when she can financially support herself? I get that he was trying to be nice, but still.β You grunt, fiddling with your glass.
Alex comfortingly rubbed your arm, βNo, I get it, if Charles did the same thing with his ex, Iβd also be upset.β
βI literally told him that sheβs using him once again.β You threw your hands up. βIf he wants her to be there so much, he might as well just get back with her. Likeβam I crazy for losing my mind at the fact they were in contact with each other, even if it wasnβt in a romantic sense?β
Rebecca shook her head, βNo, your feelings are absolutely valid. Youβre just concerned and it obviously caught you off guard. He shouldnβt have been texting his ex in the first place.β
You groaned and held your head in your hands, βI hate feeling like this, it makes me question if he actually wants to be with me or not.β
Rebecca held her finger up, βIβm gonna stop you right there.β Placing her hand on your shoulder she says, βMax might be acting very stupid right now, but one thing I know for sure is that Max loves you and absolutely adores you. Without a doubt.β
Alex nodded, agreeing with Rebecca, βLike have you seen the way he looks at you? He literally worships the ground you walk on. Iβm sure heβs beating himself up right now for doing what he did.β
βHe loves you, (y/n), everyone whoβs seen you guys together knows it. I donβt think heβd put himself in this kind of position on purpose, youβve got that man wrapped around your finger, babe.β Rebecca reassured you, throwing her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into another hug.
βCome on cheer up, who cares if sheβs in the garage today? Youβre the one heβs gonna be going home with tonight.β You laughed shaking your head at her teasing.
βHey! Tonight and every single night!β Alex pointed out raising her glass at you.
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
Two hours. Itβs been two hours since Max has dropped you off at the Paddock Club and he still hasnβt heard back from you. Heβs been distracted all day. During a meeting with Christian and some of the engineers, he couldnβt help but constantly check for a text from you, earning himself a scolding from the team principal. Checo and a couple of people from the team tried talking to him, but he wasnβt paying attention. His eyes wandered wondering when you would enter the garage.
He did in fact see Kelly and Pβobviously he was expecting to see them since he invited them, but all he felt while talking to them was guilt. Guilty because he remembered the look of hurt and betrayal in your eyes and how he was the reason behind it. He hated it, he felt grimy, and dirty for going behind your back and texting Kelly. Not even ten minutes into catching up with the mother and daughter, Max realized that you were in fact correct. Kelly had used him again, instantly making advances on him despite knowing he was happily taken. But for the sake of P, Max made sure to be friendly though kept his distance to not feed into her motherβs schemes.
It was nearing lights out and you were still not in the garage. He had gone through his warm ups with Bradley, had his fireproofs and suit on, and even laced up his shoes. Still, no sight of you whatsoever in the garage. He was beginning to worry about you, sending you a couple of messages to your phone.
The car was due to be on the grid and there was about half an hour left till lights out. Max looked around the bustling garage, checking to see if you had snuck in without him seeing, though to no avail, you still werenβt there.
βMaxβ¦Maxβ¦Max?β GP tried to get Maxβs attention. Snapping a finger in front of the driverβs face, Maxβs eyes flickered over to his race engineer.
βWhat do you want now?β Max groaned, throwing his head back. To onlookers, it looked like a typical interaction between Max and GP. Though, GP felt like he was babysitting a child whose attention span couldnβt focus on one thing for more than a few seconds.
βMate, Iβve been talking to you for the past five minutes.β GP claimed. Choosing to ignore the information he had just βbriefedβ Max on, he decided to be a friend.
βWhereβs your head at?β GP asked Max. The Dutch man sighed, leaning against one of the storage units in the garage.
βI messed up with (y/n). I did something and it was my fault, I know it was. But sheβs not happy with me at the moment and I just want to make it right.β Max summarized, not sharing any more details to protect the privacy of your relationship.
GP motioned towards Kelly who was talking to one of the other influencers in the garage, βDoes it have to deal with that?β
βUnfortunately.β Max mumbled, crossing his arms and choosing to stare at the floor.
GP took a minute to stare at his driver. Max was deflated, he wasnβt as hyped for the race or over explaining some random fact about god knows what. Instead, Max kept to himself, greeting people when he had to and communicating with his team prior to the race. Other than that, Max chose to stare at his phone and look longingly outside the garage.
βListen, I donβt know what exactly went down. But Iβve seen you with (y/n) and she clearly makes you happy, weβve all see how lively you are with her around. Youβve got a lot of groveling to do bud, but itβll be worth it.β GP advised, clapping Max on the back to wake him up.
βSheβll always be worth it.β Max quietly said, taking another glimpse at his phone. Only to be met with his wallpaper of you and him, with no notifications.
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
Christian Horner stared at his monitor at the pit wall watching as drivers and their teams gathered on the grid. He saw Checo by his car, taking a few sips of water before the race. When the camera panned to Maxβs Red Bull, the driver was no where to be seen. Sparing him a second of wondering where his driver was, the camera cut to the garage where Max stood, race suit at his waist, looking no where near ready to participate in the race.
βWhy is Max not in the car?β He turned to GP, stress evident on his face. GP turned in his seat and looked back into the garage to see Max pacing. Cursing under his breath, he excused himself from Christian and rushed to Max.
βMax, the race is literally about to start!β
Max stops his pacing and places his hands at his hips, βI need my girlfriend.β
βWhat?β Bradley and GP both stuttered out. Max deadpanned at the two men in front of him.
β(Y/n), I need to see her before the race.β Max demanded. Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose, βMax, sheβll be here after the race, youβll be fine.β He pushed the balaclava towards Maxβs chest, who simply let the mask fall at his feet.
GP sighed at Max, before calling one of the Red Bull employees.
βPlease send out a search for (y/n), Max is refusing to get in the car.β He whispered to the intern. The girl looked at him confusingly but nodded and set out the garage.
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
You rushed as best as you could in kitten heels towards the Red Bull garage. You were supposed to be at the garage at least half an hour ago. You and the girls got caught up catching up with each otherβs lives that none of you realized it was getting close to lights out. It truly was a funny sight, the three of you rushing out of the Paddock Club and running through the paddock like a bunch of maniacs.
β(Y/n)!β You heard someone yell. You stopped in your steps and looked around, only to see a girl dressed in Red Bull uniform. You recognized her, you believed her name was Nicole and was an intern for the team this season.
βHey! Is Max on the grid already?β You approached her, a little sad that you missed seeing him before the race.
βNo, heβs actually waiting for you. Theyβre sending out a search for you because heβs refusing to get in the car.β Nicole explained, placing a gentle hand on your back and guiding you through the crowd of fans and towards the garage.
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
GP released a sigh of relief once he saw you enter the garage. He shoved Maxβs shoulder to avert his attention to you.
βWhatβoh,β Max began, only to stop himself and rush towards you. You met him half way, placing a hand on his elbow.
βIβm so sorry, I didnβt meant to stay there for too long.β You quickly apologized. Max shook his head, βI donβt care, Iβm just happy youβre here.β
Your brows furrowed at him, βWhy are you here? Why arenβt you in the car yet?β
Max placed both his hands on your waist with a faint blush on his cheeks, βI need my goodluck kiss.β
You paused your actions, βYouβre kidding me. Max, the race is about to start in five minutes!β You scolded your boyfriend.
βPlease, schatje.β He pleaded, leaning closer towards you. Other team members and guests watched the both of you, the scene in front of them peaking their interests.
You gazed up at his stormy eyes, giving in because you knew he was stubborn and wouldnβt stop until he got his way. Plus, the team would hate you if you lowered their chances of scoring points this weekend.
βJust because I kiss you doesnβt mean Iβm not mad at you anymore.β You clarified quietly. His forehead nodded against yours, βI know schatje. I promise to make it up to you, I really do.β
A small smile forms on your lips, βI know, Maxie.β
Max takes that as his sign to crash his lips onto yours. One of his hands support the back of your neck while the other rests on your lower back. You smile against his lips, pulling back and placing a peck right above the small mole on his upper lip.
βI love you.β You whispered to him.
βI love you too.β He whispered back. Before you can fully pull away from him he quickly adds, βIβm serious about my promise.β
βI know, baby.β You squeeze him comfortingly. βNow get out there and win the race. Stay safe.β
He pressed a kiss to your forehead as both you and GP ushered him towards his gear thatβs been waiting to be put on.
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
A man of his word, Max won the race. With at least a five second gap between him and Lando, your boy was top step yet once again. As much as he won, the thrill of seeing him win and crossing the finish line never got old. You celebrated every win of his as if it were his first. Youβd always be proud of him, whether he got pole or not.
Many of the engineers and members of the team began to rush towards the grid, eager to greet Max once he got out the car.
Looking around, you suddenly make eye contact with Kelly, who seemed to have been sizing you up. You werenβt really sure what look was on her face, but the hints of a snarl were on her lips. With her nose stuck up in the air, you watched as she carried her daughter and began to follow the rest of the team.
βDonβt mind her. Youβre the one he wants to see when he gets out that car.β A voice said from beside you. You jumped, coming face to face with Christian. Your eyes widened at your boyfriendβs boss. Prior to the race, he was informed of the search party the entire team had for you to get Max in the car. While he was annoyed earlier, he thought it was rather cute that Max was so fond of you.
βYou know, heβs never begged her for a good luck kiss.β Said Christian, a knowing look on his features. βYou on the other handβhe canβt seem to function whenever youβre not around.β
βIβm sorry, I didnβt know he was gonna put that much of a fight earlier today.β You apologized, feeling a bit flustered. βHeβs a bit stubborn sometimes.β You added, to which Christian chuckled at.
βOh, I know. Max and I have worked together for years.β He stated. He glanced out the garage and motioned towards it, βCβmon now, Iβm sure heβs already looking for you.β
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
You make your way through the crowd of Red Bull members, many of them recognizing you and helping you squeeze through till you were at the very front of the barricade.
Max was already out, helmet in his hand, while his other embraced GP and a couple other engineers. You watched as he high-fived Penelope, barely sparing a glance at her mother. A little burst of pride went off in your stomach, you couldnβt help it.
His blue orbs scanned the crowd of red and blue, looking for you. You yell his name, his eyes immediately finding yours. A smile breaks out on his face as he rushed over to you, dropping his helmet in the process. Despite the barricade between you two, he wraps both his arms tightly around you, lifting you off the ground.
βMax!β You squealed, your arms wrapping around his neck. His large hand found your cheek, slightly pulling you away from his neck so he can connect his lips with yours. Naturally, your lips moulded perfectly against his moving in synch. The team erupted in cheers around you.
βIβm so proud of you!β You tell him once your lips separate.
βI couldnβt have done it without you.β He grins, gently pinching your bottom lip between his pointer finger and thumb.
He couldnβt stay long, being told that he had to get to the podium for the trophy ceremony.
βIβll see you after the podium, schatje!β He yelled with a wink over his shoulder, causing a blush to form on your cheeks.
ΰ¬βΛβ‘β βΉ
The ceremony and the media tent took a while, you finally got to see Max an hour later. You were sitting in his driverβs room, when he bursted through the door already looking for you.
You stood up, smiling at him, βHey.β
He mirrors your smile. Placing the trophy on the couch he opens his arms for you. You walk into the comfort of his hold, burying your head into the crook of his neck and wrapping your arms around his torso.
Finally it was just the two of you.
βIβm sorry.β You said, though it came out muffled against his skin. Maxβs hands stopped the circular motions they were rubbing on your back.
βFor what?β
You pulled back looking at him, βI overreacted about the whole Kelly thing. I shouldβve taken your word for it.β
Max immediately shook his head, disagreeing with you. βNo, you were absolutely right about her. I shouldβve listened to you from the beginning. The moment I said hi to them she was already trying to come onto meβI avoided her by the way, I just entertained P.β
βIβm also sorry for what I said about P. I was in the wrong for that comment.β You said, a small grimace on your face when you remembered the off hand comment you made about the poor child.
Max chuckled, βSchatje, seriously, itβs okay.β
His calloused hands were rough against the soft skin of your face. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and cradled your jaw in his hand.
βI may have a soft spot for P, but theyβre in my past. Youβre my future, (y/n). The future that I only want and see myself in.β Max admitted. Your eyes gleamed at him, βYouβre the future I want too, Maxie.β
βGood because youβre not getting rid of me that easily. Youβre stuck with me.β He joked, squeezing your cheeks.
βI love you. So much. I know it seemed like I didnβt trust you today, but I want you to know that I do. I fully trust you with my life and I mean it.β You said, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.
Max nodded, βI believe you. I love you too.β
The two of you basked in the silence and comfort of being in each others arms. Max was the first one to break the silence, βYou donβt have plans after this right?β
You hummed against his neck, βBesides celebrating your win, nothing. Why?β
βBecause Iβm taking you out on a date.β Max proudly announced, a goofy smile on his lips.
βDonβt you wanna celebrate with the team?β You asked him. Max shook his head, βNope, the only person I want to celebrate with tonight is you.β
You giggled at Maxβs antics, βWhatever you say, Champ.β
itβs the third one for me πββοΈπ someone send me that silly ass picture of him i wanna print it and frame it on my wall like my cute babies
(debuting an official hashtag just for my freddieboo) @freddiefromthefandoms
π£²β how they would react to their child coming out. π³οΈβπ
π£²β oscar piastri β carlos sainz β lando norris β alex albon
(α΄ΝΛ¬α΄Ν)κ€.οΎ I donβt know where each of these drivers stands when it comes to the LGBTQ+ community, but I'd like to believe that the people I look up to are kind, welcoming, and accepting of everyone.
(α΄ΝΛ¬α΄Ν)κ€.οΎ And to those who arenβt in a safe place to come out yet, who are scared to, or who simply arenβt ready. I see you. This one's for you. As someone who spent a long time struggling with her own identity and feeling afraid to express herself, I understand more than I can put into words. There is no timeline you need to follow and no deadline for becoming who you are. Until brighter days find us, Iβll be the big sister you need, the one reminding you that you are loved, that you belong, and that there is nothing wrong with taking your time.
We all need a little sunshine. β€οΈ
βΌοΈ If you have nothing nice to say, please just keep to yourself, or, better yet, leave my blog. I do not condone any kind of harassment and hateful behaviour. If you are homophobic, transphobic, or have any kind of hate toward the LGBTQ+ community, you are not welcome here. I will not hesitate to block and report your account. Let's treat everyone with respect and kindness.
OSCAR PIASTRI
Oscar noticed the shift the moment it happened.
Lately, whenever he returned home from a racing weekend, Kai felt just out of reach. The fourteen-year-old quietly declined their usual movie nights, stayed silent during car rides, and only agreed to go karting out of a gentle, polite obligation. Worried, Oscar finally approached his wife. She looked at him with a soft, knowing warmth in her eyes, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. "It's not you, Osc, I promise," she whispered gently. "But it's his story to tell you, not mine. Just give him a little time." Though her words were comforting, Oscarβs heart still ached with a quiet anxiety.Β
On a warm summer evening, Oscar decided to try. He walked down the hall and knocked softly on his son's bedroom door. "Bud?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
Oscar cracked the door open slightly, careful not to intrude. Kai was propped up in bed, a book open in his lap, but his eyes were fixed on the window, his thoughts miles away. "Let's go for ice cream," Oscar said softly. Kai looked up, hesitating.Β
"Is Mom coming?"
"Not tonight. Just a boys' night. Just you and me." After a quiet moment, Kai gave a slow nod and pulled a soft sweater over his head. They drove with the windows rolled down, the cool night air filling the car. After picking up their ice cream, Oscar bypassed the turn for home and drove out to the quiet, moonlit docks. Kai didn't protest. He just sat cross-legged in the passenger seat, staring out at the water as he finished his cone. Oscar took a soft, steadying breath, keeping his voice incredibly gentle. "Did I do something wrong, Kai?"
Kai looked over, blinking in surprise. "Why would you think that, Dad?"
"Well, you've been so quiet lately," Oscar murmured, his chest tightening. "You say no to movie nights, you don't really call when I'm overseas... Iβve just been scared that my being away so much has hurt you. I can stop racing, bud. I'd give it up in a heartbeat. You mean more to me." At that, Kaiβs shoulders trembled. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but his bottom lip quivered, and tears quietly began to spill down his cheeks. "Oh, buddy, hey, don't cry..." Oscar reached out automatically to soothe him, but Kai gave a small, instinctive flinch, pulling his shoulders in.
Oscar froze, a profound ache blooming in his chest. Seeing his son look so fragile and guarded pinned him to his seat. "Kai..." Oscarβs voice dropped to a desperate, gentle whisper. "Talk to me. Please. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise." Kai kept his eyes glued to his hands, his breath hitching as he tried to gather his courage. He opened his mouth, but only a shaky exhale came out. He squeezed his eyes shut, a fresh wave of tears escaping, before he finally forced the truth through his trembling lips.
"Dad..." Kaiβs voice was barely audible, thick with a fear he'd been carrying for months. "Dad, I'm gay."
As the secret finally left him, Kai subtly pulled his knees closer to his chest, arms wrapping tightly around himself as if bracing for a blow, trying to shield his heart from rejection. The sheer vulnerability of that defensive posture broke Oscarβs heart, and his own tears finally spilled over. Without a second thought, Oscar leaned across the console, keeping his movements slow and entirely unthreatening, and wrapped his arms around his boy. He pulled Kai into a tight, fiercely protective hug. Feeling the safe warmth of his father's embrace, the tension drained from Kai's body. He melted into Oscar's chest, sobbing softly as the heavy weight finally lifted.
"If I ever did anything to make you feel like you couldn't tell me, I am so sorry," Oscar whispered, smoothing a hand over Kaiβs hair, holding him as if he could shield him from the whole world. "Kai, I love you so much. I don't care about anything else, as long as you are safe, you are kind, and you are happy. You are my son, and I am so incredibly proud of you."Β
Over the next few days, the quiet tension in the house dissolved. Slowly and beautifully, Kaiβs easy confidence returned, knowing that no matter what, home would always be a perfectly safe place to land.
CARLOS SAINZ
"Baby, I'll be right there, okay? Just breathe."
She had been consoling Mila for an hour now, helping her breathe in and out while Carlos sat out in the living room watching World Cup replays. "Mama, what if he stops loving me?" Mila asked, her voice cracking in a way that entirely broke her mother's heart.
"Oh, my sweet baby girl. Papa will never stop loving you, okay? I promise. Just trust Mama, and have faith in Papa, too."
That finally gave Mila the anchor she needed. She took one last deep breath, hugged her mom tightly, and stepped out of her bedroom. It was now or never. Carlos was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee. "CariΓ±o," he greeted warmly the moment she walked in, automatically scooting over to make space for her, but instead of snuggling into his side like she usually did, Mila chose to sit on the separate loveseat.
Carlos blinked, surprised. He immediately muted the TV and sat up straighter. "You okay, amor?"
Mila took another breath, glancing back toward the kitchen. Her mom was standing by the island with her own cup, offering a reassuring smile and a gentle nod of encouragement.Β
"Papa," Mila started, her hands twisting together. "I'm not sure how to say this, but it's always been the truth, my truth. Mama knows, and I've always been so scared. Mama said it would be okay, but I'm just terrified that if I say it, you won't love me anymore, and I don't want thatβ"
Mila was talking faster than she could think, the panic rising in her chest. In an instant, Carlos moved from the sofa and knelt directly in front of her. "CariΓ±o, calm down," he said softly, grounding her. "Nothing in this world could ever make me stop loving you. You are my world."
"Dad, I like girls." Preparing for the worst, Mila squeezed her eyes shut. Without missing a single beat, Carlos replied, "Me too, amor."
Milaβs eyes flew open. Carlos was looking up at her with the exact same warmth as before, as if nothing had shifted at all. "What do you mean, you too?" she asked, bewildered. "Ay, amor. I like girls too," Carlos chuckled, pointing a thumb over his shoulder toward the kitchen. "And I got the prettiest one of them all, no?" In the kitchen, his wife giggled, shaking her head fondly at his antics.
"You're not mad?" Mila whispered, the heavy weight on her chest finally starting to fracture. Instead of answering with words, Carlos scooped his fifteen-year-old daughter up with all his might, carrying her over to the big sofa and pulling her into a massive, protective cuddle.
"Mila, loving girls is not a bad thing," Carlos said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Loving is the best thing in the world. I don't care who you love, as long as they treat you right and love you as much as I do." He paused, a protective smile tugging at his lips.Β
"Ah, well... no one will ever love you quite as much as Mama, and I do. You are our princesa, and I will not hesitate to fight for you. You will always, always have me on your side, cariΓ±o."
LANDO NORRIS
It was finally winter break.Β
They were sitting by the bleachers at the skating rink, taking a break and warming up with cups of hot cocoa in their hands. "Oh, Uncle Oscar is gonna love these," Lando said, gesturing to the rink. He looked over at Isla, who only offered a small smile and a quiet nod. Lando noticed the distance in her eyes immediately. He gently nudged her shoulder with his own. "You okay, my love?" Isla stared out at the skaters gliding across the ice before she finally spoke. "Would you love me less if I didn't want to become a racer?" she asked plainly.
Lando looked at her, entirely puzzled by the question. "Of course not, baby. Iβm never going to force you to do anything you don't want to do." Isla nodded slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on her cocoa. "Well... what would make you love me less?"
Landoβs confusion grew deeper, replaced by a sudden wave of concern. "Isla, what's brought this on? Nothing could ever make me love you less. I don't know what's going on in that brain of yours right now, but I promise you, nothing could ever do that. I love you more than anything."
Isla felt a little ridiculous. She was terrified, anxious, and overwhelmed by every heavy emotion you could possibly feel in a moment like this. Sensing her distress, Lando wrapped an arm around her shoulders, only to feel her trembling beneath her heavy winter coat. "Not even if I liked girls?" she asked, her voice dropping to a soft, fragile whisper.
Lando went quiet for a beat, the confusion melting away into pure tenderness. He squeezed her closer to his side. "Why on earth would that make me love you any less?"
He leaned down and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to the top of her head. "You can love whoever you want, Isla, be whatever you want, and I will still love you just the same. I always will," Lando murmured softly against her hair. "You have me in your corner, forever. Thank you for trusting me. I am so, so proud of you."
They both fell silent again, turning their gaze back out toward the ice. The cold winter air was still biting, but between them, there was only warmth, filled with a profound sense of comfort, peace, and complete acceptance.
ALEX ALBON
Alex was busy preparing dinner. His wife was coming home after a grueling shift at work, and he wanted to have everything ready and waiting the moment she stepped through the door. Aiden was ghosting around the kitchen, helping out here and there, but he was unusually quiet. Normally, the kid was a total yapper much like him, but today, honestly, all week, he had barely said a word. Alex wasnβt a pusher. He knew his son was capable of feeling some pretty big feelings, and the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm him. So, he just let him be.
While Alex was at the stove frying the pork chops, Aiden finally approached him, fidgeting with his fingers and breathing a little deeper than usual. "Dad? Can we talk?" The tone was heavy. Alex felt a sudden prickle of worry. "You okay, nugget?" he asked, immediately turning the heat off under the pan and giving his son his full attention.
"I just... I need to tell you something."
Alex offered a gentle nod, stepping closer, already thinking of the worst-case-scenarios. Aiden took one more deep breath before forcing the words out. "Dad, I like boys." Alex paused for a fraction of a second, and then a wave of pure relief washed over him. He smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. Phew. "I know," Alex said simply, before turning back around and clicking the stove back on.
Aiden stood frozen, utterly puzzled by the casual reaction. "Dad... I'm gay." He repeats.
"I know, nugget," Alex says again.
Alex's passive response left his son in absolute shock. Sensing the silence, Alex looked over his shoulder to see Aiden staring at him with wide, bewildered eyes. Laughing softly, Alex wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and walked over, pulling the boy into a tight, warm hug. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, Aiden," Alex murmured, squeezing him close. "I love you, and nothing could ever change that, okay? But really... I know. I feel like I've always known. I just didn't want to assume, and I wanted to wait until you were ready to tell me yourself."
He walked back to the stove and flipped a pork chop, smiling at how perfectly golden-brown it was turning. Still trying to process everything, Aiden asked, "How did you even know?" Alex answered casually without looking up from the pan. "Well, for starters, you look at Uncle Carlos and Uncle Oscar the same way I look at Mom."
"Dad!" Aiden shrieked, his face turning bright red as he covered his ears.
Alex laughed out loud, throwing his hands up defensively. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Truthfully, bud, I don't know exactly how or when. Itβs just a dad thing. I just know you, okay? I love you, and I'm proud of you. That's all that matters."
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max verstappen x fem! reader (fluff)
β. . . oops didnt ean to reveal that *cough cough*.β
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౨ৠinstead of going on the sim like usual, lando spends his winter break on his fake fanpage account to ragebait his long time online rival, berrypiastri,. however, after seeing your face reveal, he might start rizzbaiting.
౨ৠlando norris x f!reader, smau, set in the current winter break, enemies to lovers, lando is his own fan, lots of bantering and ragebaiting! fc: yunjin from lsfm
from jia, leaving u guys with this fic while i prepare for exams ! unfortunately i have a gfx exam that will last me a whole week π΅β¦
