Formula One Reader Insert

Lance Stroll; In a Spin.

I guess this could have the T/CW of pregnancy?
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"And there they go, Aston Martin has clinched P-Three and P-Four in Melbourne after what can only be described as a chaotic race!" A voice echoed around the grounds for the race down under, fans screaming, some crying, but in the AM garage, there was nothing but jubilation throughout the walls.

"Go on, fella!" Mikey Brown, Fernando's lead mechanic, screamed. His arms wrapped around a smaller woman, dressed in head to toe British Racing Green as she silently wept with joy. Mike Krack beckoned her over to the pit wall for the cool down lap, Mikey picking her up and carrying her over to the team principal and plonking her on a seat that was vacated by one of the strategists.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Lance asked to hear your voice!" The German man yelled over the crowds and the cars. He took the headset he was wearing off and hit the radio button, knowing that a noise would be heard by the driver in question as he drove round.

"Hey, Moosey!" (Y/N) called down the headset as she watched Lance's inner helmet camera. "I am so proud of you, Lance! I cannot wait for you to come back here so I can give you a kiss!" She heard Lance chuckle down the headset as he turned a corner and continued to wave at the fans that rallied around those in the track.

"I love you too, honey!" He called, knowing that this would be clipped and saved on the internet. "Trust me, I cannot wait to give you a kiss, but I think I might need a shower first!" He semi-joked, knowing he was hot and sweaty from the heat of the Melbourne sun. "We'll go watch Fernando get his podium then I'm yours for the month!" He promised, signing off with a kiss down the microphone. (Y/N) reciprocated the gesture and giggled, pressing a kiss to Mike's cheek before getting picked up and carried by the boys in the garages like a crowd surfer. They were all chanting their drivers' names like they were footballers, bouncing about like children that had too much sugar and access to alcohol, when the time came to the podium procession. Lance was frustrated that he had to stay in Parc Ferme for the prize-giving, as that also meant that (Y/N) couldn't join him. He knew she was in the crowd with the team so she was safe from going missing, especially after Fernando pulled her halfway over the barrier to give her a kiss on the cheek as she did the same.

After the prizes were given and the amber showers has taken place, Fernando nearly dropped the bottle down from the balcony, urging (Y/N) to come forward to catch it. "You may not be a team member, but you're like family to us all! Get over here and catch it!" Mikey then insisted as he could hear Alonso's screams of assertion. Scott Taggart, Lance's lead mechanic, hoisted her over the barrier by her waist, the ginger man coming to support her as she stood up. The Canadian man saw this from afar, chuckling away as Mikey then sat her on his shoulder and walked over to the balcony to take the bottle from Fernando, who was far too excited - maybe it was the remaining jetlag, maybe it was the alcohol he had inhaled by various means.

"This is bally heavy!" She yelled down to Mikey, who walked in the direction of Lance as he tried to make it through the crowds. "Lance!" She shrieked joyously as her (E/C) watched him approach with a slight jog and a large grin that could rival the Cheshire cat. After fighting through the crowds by the barrier, he lifted his arms to receive the woman he loved, but instead of that, he received the bottle of champagne which got snatched from her by Mikey, who was still parading her around.

"Our good luck charm!" The ginger man started chanting, the rest of the team joining in as they paraded around the bottom of the balcony, with even Alonso and Lewis joining in from above. He bobbed about with her on his shoulder until it started to feel sore, and only then was she left to feel the floor again... Or so she thought as Lance had hopped over the barrier and held her waist, giving her the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands gripped at her waist as her arms wrapped around the back of his head, a hand running through his thick brunet hair.