Formula One Reader Insert

Lance Stroll; In a Spin.

"Hi, honey!" She excitedly yelled, leaning down and kissing him softly. (Y/N) felt Lance's chuckle rumble through her (or so was it the music blaring behind them?) as he wrapped an arm under her bum, the other hand threading into her hair. He pulled her closer to his body, pressing his lips slightly desperately to hers before others began whooping and making kissy noises as they enjoyed their embrace. She laughed and pulled back slightly, but he pulled her straight back in one more time before relinquishing her to the world, his deep brown eyes seeing Jimmy - the best admin of all the Formula One teams - with his telescopic lens, taking photos of the pair. Mikey was doing his rounds with the remaining champagne, (Y/N) grabbing the bottle as he swung past before dumping it on her beloved's head and dripping the last drops down Mikey's back for her own enjoyment as he squirmed.

"Babe, I really need a shower now!" Lance called over the lowering noise. It may have been the end of it all, but there was still going to be more and more to come through the season. Lance nestled his face into her neck for a very toasty second, pressing kisses to the skin available as her hand continued to play with the tufts of his hair. "As much as I love you and never want you to leave my arms, I'm starting to feel the race, can I please put you down?" He asked so sweetly, feeling her legs unwrap from his waist, now nearly towering over her.

"Go on," (Y/N) said as she tenderly held his face as she planted a kiss to his cheek, pulling away and tasting champagne. "I'm going to go and check in with your bestie and my bestie to see how they're going after today, okay?" She continued, feeling Lance pull her in for a very soft kiss before nodding before being pulled away by Eve Merrell, who couldn't care less about any potential damage control she could've had to do press wise. Once Lance was out of sight, Scott and Mikey whisked her into the paddock and escorted her down to Alpine, her once again congratulating them and then squeezing her tightly before sending her into the unknown magnitude of Alpine.

"If you need them, they're in the back. Try Pierre's room first." A disgruntled huff came from Otmar as she duly nodded, resting a hand on his shoulder before padding her way to Pierre's driver room. There was no loud, angry French being reeled off, nothing sounded like it was being smashed, no blood was seeping out the room.

'Well, it's a better start than expected.' She thought to herself as her knuckles rapped against the door. Pierre swung the door wide open, revealing Esteban face first in a sofa grumbling away to himself. "I thought I should come and check on you both, mes amie." She muttered as Pierre stepped back and ushered her in, shutting the door behind her.

"I need wine or something." A disgruntled Esteban said, not even lifting his head from the cushion it was buried in. Pierre hummed in agreement and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s shoulders and squeezed her softly as she returned the gesture. The room fell silent for a short while, everyone just processing what had happened that day, thankful for their health more than anything. Esteban sat up and pressed a kiss to her cheek, making it a group hug for a few moments longer. They broke apart and she patted their backs, telling them thei drive was good and that accidents happen - as George said, when it's not you day, it's not your day.

"Lance and Fernando did well though, huh?" Esteban feebly tried to sound excited, however you could tell he was crushed.

"The Aston Martin is the new Mercedes, I don't want to be Lewis right now..." He mumbled sarcastically, considering the Brit had managed to get to second and champagne. A knock on the door came and the taller Frenchman opened it, revealing his two best friends with sad smiles.

"What are you boys doing here?" He asked confusedly as Lance and Mick entered the small room.

"Well, we're here to see both of you. It's been a crap day in the office." Mick simply said as he hugged his friend. Lance did the same and watched as Pierre wrapped his arms back around (Y/N)'s shoulder, telling Lance that he needs her currently. The Canadian just nodded and patted his shoulder, sitting down next to Mick as Esteban tried to pry Pierre from the only woman in the room. After a few moments, Pierre begrudgingly let go and fell back on the other sofa, (Y/N) retreating to Lance's lap. She felt his arms wrap warmly, although slightly more tightly than usual, before leaning back into his body and resting against his chest.