Formula One Reader Insert

Lance Stroll; In a Spin.

She noticed that his hair was damp from the few threads that slipped past the backwards cap and the aroma of eucalyptus and mint was in the air and that only meant one thing - he had showered in preparation for post-race media duties. 'He smells so nice...' She thought to herself, nestling her nose into the Aston Martin shirt he was wearing as he pressed several tiny kisses to her (H/C) hair.

"You guys are disgusting!" Pierre joked, getting flipped off by Lance as they all giggled.

"Don't be jealous, just because I don't find your French sexy!" She dished out in return, watching him stick his tongue out.

"Quebecois is not French, fight me on this!" Esteban exclaimed, as if they opened up an old wound. Mick, bless his heart, silently sat there with his bottom lip stuck out, knowing Swiss and actual French. It became a vaguely heated argument before Mick told them to knock it off, not wanting to hear this argument for the twenty-fifth time in three years. They settled down for a bit until Lance's phone began buzzing in his front pocket, which was an interesting feeling for the woman on his lap.

"Hey dad!" He said, grinning before groaning. "Do I have to? I just wanted to chill out with my friends, y'know?" Another small silence feel for a moment. "Okay, I'll be down there as soon as possible." He said before slipping the phone into his jacket pocket. "Sorry princesses, I've got to do media rounds." He said to the room, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s cheek. "Chloe and Scotty want to see you about wedding plans, so you're coming with me, gorgeous."

"Leave, you're making me feel sick." Pierre said, knowing full well he was like this with Kika around. He made a gagging noise as be stood up and opened the door, walked back to (Y/N) and picked her up from Lance's lap and hugged her as he waddled to the exit and placed her feet back on the ground. "Lance, I know you'll follow, plus I'm not strong enough to pick you up!" He joked, doing their bro-hug handshake before shutting the door once the Canadian had moved from it.

"Let's get going?" (Y/N) suggested as Lance felt her fingers lace between his. He simply nodded with a grin, leading her down the corridor and into the paddock, not too far from the media pen where Chloe and Scotty enthusiastically waved them down. "Hey you guys!" (Y/N) called, watching as Chloe ran over to them both.

"How's it going?" Scotty casually asked as he trailed in behind. Lance felt his sister's body collide with his as (Y/N) slipped her hand from his as she wrapped his sister in a big hug. The Aussie then gave them both a hug and congratulated his brother-in-law on his near podium. Before Lance could even think about stringing a sentence of gratitude, his sister had dragged (Y/N) over to the seating areas that surrounded the media pen, opting for a seat where Lance could always see them.

"I am so happy you're my maid of honour, I don't think I could do any of this without you! Not even my dress was perfect until you worked your magic." Chloe gushed, holding the other woman's hand in her own. A soft flush rise beneath her cheeks, unused to the attention.

"Well, it does come with being a part-time event planner for hire!" She said in reply, waving shyly at David Coulthard as he walked by, having met him previously during the previous season, after the relationship had gone public. Both him and Steve Jones walked over to the pair and chatted with them, before asking if either of them would do an interview. (Y/N) loved nothing more than gushing about the team, so she was very agreeable. Lance had arrived at the paddock media circus and watched as she was lead towards the media pen for a background, all wired up and mic tests were run before the questions came rolling in.

"We are here with Aston Martin's good luck charm, as the team proclaimed today, (Y/N) (L/N)." Steve introduced to the camera as said woman waved.

"I'm very honoured to have been asked to join." She said with a broad grin and a slight giggle. David then took over the questioning for a little stretch.