F1 Reader Inserts

The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {3}

You settled into the driver's seat of an Aston Martin used for hot laps, keeping your arms out of the way while you were harnessed in. Lando and Oscar doing the same in the other two cars parked beside you, except they didn't need the extra help to be buckled in. "I'm telling you now, this is a bad idea. I want that on the record. There's a reason I'm a passenger princess."

"You'll be fine," Lando promised over the headset and you fiddled with the dozens of buttons on the steering console. "Just don't touch anything!"

"You should have told me that before." The cameraman sat beside you laughed nervously and you narrowed your eyes at the lens. "If I die, I want you to remember this: I told you so."

You muttered under your breath that you were not paid enough for the crap your employer put you through but it only made Oscar and Lando laugh as the microphone picked it all up.

"Okay, we'll start off with a warm up lap, just take it slow and get used to the car," Oscar said as Lando led the way onto the track. "I'll follow so you don't get lost."

"It's a flippin circle, Piastri, how often do you get lost?"

The car shot forward, throwing you and the cameraman back into your seats as you pressed the accelerator and out of reflex you slammed your foot on the brake to counter the effect. Oooph! The air was squeezed from your lungs as the car stopped but your body kept going forward, the harness like a wall hitting your chest.

"I think you've put it in race mode. Turn it to sport mode."

You scanned the buttons and saw what he meant, making the adjustment before tentatively touching the accelerator, gently speeding up to 70mph.

"I know we said take it slow but you can speed up a little bit," Oscar teased as he tailgated you, Lando nowhere to be found up ahead.

"You do realise I am not actually a racer? I just date one."

"Danny must have taught you something in the last two years."

"Yeah," Lando interrupted with a giggle. "But from what I heard, it isn't anything to do with racing."

You might have laughed if you weren't concentrating so hard on following the track, until something caught your eye. "Uh, Oscar, are there wombats in Canada?"

"No...that's a groundhog."

Another brown ball of fur charged across the track and you screamed as you slammed on the brakes, not wanting to hit the poor animal. Oscar hadn't expected you to brake so suddenly, or try to swerve aside. There was nothing you or he could do when you started to spin out, straight into the space his car was aiming for.

"Shit, shit, is she okay? Is she okay?"

You could hear the panic in Oscar's voice as he tried to push his way through the crowd of first responders trying to open your door. Pain radiated down your arm but other than that you seemed to be in one piece, except the world was upside down. "I told you so."

"What the hell happened!" Lando exclaimed as he arrived at the crash site in time to see you escorted into the back of the medics van. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Not particularly," you murmured around the tube you bit between your teeth. You sucked in another deep breath of pain relief as your arm was jostled and looked up to see Lando shaking his head.

"Not you," he said as he looked at Oscar's pale face. "Daniel's going to kill you, mate."

"No, he's not," you huffed as you got off the stretcher you had been guided to. "I'm fine so he's never going to know."