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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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Qatar Heat - Grid x Driver! Reader

Plot: Everyone has a hard time at the Qatar GP, most needed medical attention once the race finished, some drivers retired and some continued even though they threw up in their helmets. What happens when the female of the grid, who already struggles with body temperature regulation finishes the race?

Credit to skitskatdacat63 for the GIF

It was Thursday, which was media day in Qatar which meant that right now you were walking round the paddock in shorts and your Aston Martin Team top.

"Lance, hey are you okay?" You ask your team-mate. You'd known him since last year as the reserve driver for Aston Martin, Seb wanted you to take his place after retirement.

"Yeah, its just so hot. And Henry's still making me do training" he complains.

"I know but think we got the ice bath's later!" you grin excited to have the ice bath. After a hot day of training it was like a reward. So you did your ball exercises and you did a track run for the media team. Afterwards you were about to lay down on the track ground but it was blistering when you put your hand to it.

"Tires are gonna get shredded" you complain a little out of breath to Jessie your personal trainer.

"Can we go get water and smoothies now?" You ask and Sid one of the media guys who had followed you around today nods. You guys get out of the sun before running into the garage and collecting as many people's orders from the garage as you can.

You bring everyone back what they wanted on a tray. Sid filmed you the whole time, so he could upload it to the Tik-Tok saying that the new Aston Martin waitress is pretty cool. And another one joking that you can always fall back on waitressing if F1 falls through which you found hilarious.

"Okay, Lance Y/N. Ice bath time!" Mike Krack informs you both. You go into your driver room changing into your bikini that'd you'd brought with you. You pull the Aston Martin polo back over, feeling as though it would be odd to walk out the back of the motorhome in a bikini.

You see the cameras on you and immediately smile. You go up very close to the camera.

"Hi guys, i felt awkward coming out in just my bikini so Aston Martin Representation!" you whisper before stepping back and poking your thumbs at your top to show them what you were talking about, as if it wasn't obvious.

Looking to your left, Lando, Oscar, Alex and Logan were also all doing icebaths out the back of the motorhome too.

"Looking good boys" you shout after wolf whistling in their direction, they all laugh having finished their icebaths coming over to you and Lance.

"Come on" Alex gestures you towards the ice bath. You roll your eyes pulling the top over your head and passing it to Alex, he steps back looking at the other three boys who are shamelessly staring at you.

You were the current youngest on the grid. 21 years old, so Oscar, Logan and Lando all took a liking to you, not only because of the age similarities but because of your sense of humor.

"Ready Lance, you ask your team-mate whose shirt was just pulled off and handed to Mike who was helping the social media team.

"Lets make this interesting. First to fully submerge wins"

"That's not exactly fair your from Canada...okay your on" you shout and before anyone can blink your jumping into the ice bath. Your up to your thighs before you watch as Lance starts to sink down. Not even thinking about the cold you just force your whole body down. You can feel the cold all around your hair as it floats up and you can feel the cold water on your eyelids.

You come back up with a gasped breath before looking over at all of them.

"Who won, it was me right?" you say with your eyes blown wide as Lance emerges.

"Yes, but your fucking crazy" Lando laughs looking at the smile that comes across your face.

"Hahaha Suck that Stroll! I win" you say looking over at him.

"Ohhh you know what we should do" you say looking over at the camera that was still pointed at you.

"We should do a thirst trap of me, so people can edit me on TikTok!" you exclaim and Oscar chokes, while Logan and Land laugh as your started to lean back in the bath, running your hands through you hair.

"Y/N how many times have we talked about this" Your PR manager exclaims trying to stop the admins from filming.

"Oh come on its what they want!" You exclaim.

After that night, you went out for food, a healthy meal of course that Lance payed for as the looser of the bet.

Friday First Practice was good, you'd come in 4th just behind the two Ferrari's and Max.

Qualifying was just as good, you were starting in 4th next to Lewis, with George and Max ahead of you for Sunday's race and that was locked in. It was exhausting, you were boiling but you pushed. Lance was angry with the car performance and got angry at Henry, you were shocked to see and hear what happened when you were still driving and scolded Lance, before nearly fainting from being dizzy.

Again, you did the ice bath dinner and slept.

Now to focus on Saturdays sprint. You did well in the first two sprint shoot outs. But ended up retiring the car in Q3, starting in 9th position.

You were so faint for the whole race. Today, it was hotter than all the other days. Your fireproof felt more clingy to your skin than usual and the water in the car was heating up quicker than it normally did.

At one point during the sprint race the water was so disgusting to drink you actually spat it out in your helmet on reflex.

You finished in 8th gaining 1 point for the team who congratulated you. You stayed in the car as you pulled into the garage for a minute before you stripped of in the garage down to tank top and your underwear. You sat on the cold garage floor, head in your hands as you panted, looking for breath.

A team member brought an orange juice up to you, tapping you on the shoulder to which you shake there hand and thank them for the gesture.

You sip it slowly, not wanting to gag like you had before.

"How you doing sweetheart" Mike comes up to you, everyone in the garage had reported to him, how red and beat up you look coming out the car. You look at him and nod.

"It's always been harder for me" you laugh looking up at him wiping the sweat from your forehead before it falls down into your eye.

"What do you mean?" he asks crouching down so he's at a similar level to you.

"I mean, you've probably never checked my medical papers right. And women struggle with heat more than men anyway but my body doesn't regulate its temperate that well... so I've always struggled with being hot in the car but this is next level" you sigh to him.

"Are you going to be okay to race. We can get Drugovich to fill" Mike says concern filling his face as he can tell your struggling from the speech pattern and labored breathing.

"No i promise I'll be okay and I'll bring us home points" you smile.

I'm going to go congratulate Oscar on his Sprint win. You smile before holding you hand out for help. He helps you up and you trot over to Mclaren pulling the taller male into a hug the minute you see him.

"You did amazingly Ozzie" you grin, still holding onto him.

"Hey! I did well as well" Lando interrupts and you roll you eyes before turning to look at the man baby behind you.

"Yes yes, well done on P3 Lando Norris" you grin pulling him towards you and hugging him. He hugs you back before lifting you and squeezing you making you groan at the harshly shown affection that you were used too.

"How you feeling about tomorrow starting P4?"

"I'm hoping for a podium with my boys" you grin, pulling them both in, one arm round each of them.

"With us starting P6 and P10. I doubt that" Oscar groans, knowing he stuffed up Qualifying the other day, along with his team mate.

"Never say never. Tomorrow's going to be a hard race for everyone"

Sunday was the day that everyone struggled as you'd said.

Max actually ended up crashing out, and after coming back on the track, the car didn't have the pace it had from the start of the weekend.

"Come on Y/N, win in rookie season will look amazing. Keep holding. You've got Oscar behind 2.3 seconds gaining and Lando behind him. 3 laps left" you engineer inform.

"Guys the heat's really getting to me" you voice but its barley recognizable through the radio.

"Not long left, just push until the end" the engineer says but his voice waivers, he could tell you were struggling but unlike Logan who retired early on, lap 40 and with only three laps left there was no point especially when you were this close to a win.

"I - I know" you waiver, you control the car, speeding up trying to get this done as quickly as possible.

Martin Bundle - AND IN HER ROOKIE SEASON Y/N Y/L/N IS THE WINNER OF THE 2023 QATAR GRAND PRIX

"Guy's I need to get out this car now" you cry, tears forming in your eyes.

"Okay copy that"

"I cant move" you cry, the only thing that was able to move from your body was your hands which were shaking.

"We're sending pit crew to help" your engineer says. You see race marhsalls come up to your car, where Oscar and Land pull up alongside you. They both jump out hugging their team who were stood their waiting for them both. They turn to congratulate you thinking you'd be there next to them with the Aston Martin team but see you still sat in the car.

"Oh my god, she's shaking" Oscar says looking closer at you.

"She's in shock, from the heat" Lando says running over Oscar behind him.

"Y/N hey hey hey. Its okay its okay" Lando says flicking up your visor so he could see you. He honestly could have cried at the sight. He saw you looking so exhausted and out of it, the tears in you eyes and the sweat underneath them mixed.

"Come on baby lets get you out" Oscar voices, pulling Lando back by the shoulder and leaning down into the car, putting his arms under your knees and the other behind your back before lifting and pulling you out the car.

"Can we get a cold towel over here" Lando shouts which makes your head dizzy. Oscar sits you on the car wheel, pulling your helmet off, and then your balaclava. You were extremely red in the face but he still thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

So did Lando, he had for a while, and he would always flirt with you when you were the reserve Aston Martin driver. But he cared for you, and seeing you like this pulled at his heart strings.

"You did so well today darling" he compliments. He pulls back your hair that was sticking to your face, doing it in a low bun so it wasn't tight but was out of your face and off your neck.

Lando unzips your race suit, pulling it down off your shoulders so your in your fireproof top before laying the cooling towel around you neck.

"Just breath" he smiles at you handing you and Oscar an icy bottle of water than was handed to him by his team. They got you to the cool down room where you sat on the floor with your back against the wall and your cheek resting on the cold marble.

"Great race guys. Said I'd have a podium with my... my boys" you smile, before you feel the urge to throw up. You get on your knees grabbing the bin before spilling the food you'd eaten before the race into the bin. Oscar sits next to you rubbing your back.

"Come on lets go get weighed" Lando sighs. Oscar goes first, the you and Lando watches the figure seeing you'd lost a whole 6 kilograms which meant that you'd lost 9 over the whole weekend. He, Oscar and Logan would all have to go out for a big meal to all put the weight back on.

The podium was amazing, first place and sharing a podium with Lando and Oscar had never felt better. It was a shorter podium as they wanted all of you to seek medical attention. You were eventually declared to have heatstroke and were forced on home rest in a nice a/c-ed room and lost of Peach Ice Tea's.

One thing for sure was you never wanted to race in Qatar as this time of the year again.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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My Champion (Mouse series) - Max Verstappen

Summary: Max had a hard weekend not feeling so good and he gives full credit to Mouse for getting him through it, so he gives "the real champion" the medal

Y/n had been fussing over Max upon realising he had a headache this morning, it's since spanned into a fever and the medic said he'd be fine to get in the car for practices and the rest of the weekend.

"I'm ok, mouse." Max states as he waits for the start of FP3.

He's got worse since yesterday and they've got ice pads on him to try and break his fever with a more aggressive method. Not advised which makes her worry more.

"You're not." She mumbles almost annoyed that he won't give himself just one session to rest especially before qualifying.

Max smiles kissing her cheek while she sighs, placing the back of her hand on his neck to get how hot he is. Answer? Very.

"You're still hot." Y/n murmurs while Max sighs gently rubbing her sides before smiling when she picks up his red bull bottle and holds the straw up for him to take a drink.

"Bedankt." Max smiles then gently cupping her face and rubbing her skin with his admittedly slightly clammy hand but she doesn't even hesitate to lean into his touch.

"You're going to do amazing out there." Y/n whispers as a mechanic passes a little too closely for her liking to be so loud.

"I'll make you proud out there, mouse." Max states matching her volume while she smiles lightly. "Don't move from here."

Y/n nods handing him his water bottle which earns a small smile before he moves back from her.

After qualifying Max got told to leave immediately after y/n led the way with his trainer moving with them to drive them to the hotel.

"You should eat. You can't be weak tomorrow." Y/n sighs not so quiet now they're on their own. The lack of response makes her go to turn but she is stopped when she feels his arms around her and his face dig down in her neck.

His fever broke despite all odds, almost as if he sweat himself out of it in the heat of the cockpit.

"Shower first?" Y/n offers in a whisper feeling him squeeze her more tightly.

"Yes." Max agrees with a heavy sigh seeming like the last thing he wants to do is let go of her.

Rarely is he the needy one between them, he protects his little mouse and makes sure she always feels safe with or without him there. But today, while he's not feeling great and after he's just had to endure one of the most testing days.

All he wants is y/n to hold onto.

So he does, he lets her help him shower and clean up, he lets her order him something that is of sustenance from room service then lies with him in bed and just lets him somewhat latch onto her.

"Mouse, I don't know what I'd do without you." Max states looking up at her, breaking the silence that was only filled by the movie y/n had put on as background noise. "People keep asking when we are going to get married and when I'm going to-"

"I'm happy with how things are, Max." Y/n cuts in knowing that Max is being pressured by the media and public about proposing. "We don't need to be any other way. This is us."

Y/n may be a woman of few words, especially compared to her talkative boyfriend.

"I love you, mouse."

"I love you too, Maxie." Y/n sighs then smiling lightly when he kisses her tummy.

She almost asks how he is feeling but she knows the answer and there's no point in wasting her breath. Instead, she'll hold him and comfort him. Make sure he's hydrated and doesn't start to decline with his health again before tomorrow.

Y/n sits watching Max with careful eyes ahead of the race. Talking to GP and other engineers.

The camera seems to watch her, as is becoming a more regular occurrence. Despite Max making multiple efforts to either ensure the Red Bull mechanics block her from the view or her does so himself.

Today, he steps over blocking her from the cameras which she's trying not to look at but it's obviously making her flustered.

"You do not have to stare at me. I'm feeling better."

"Feeling better isn't feeling good." Y/n murmurs earning a look from the Dutchman. "You're still going to win."

"I'll win for you. Because without you. I'd not be feeling as well as I do." Max smiles but it clearly doesn't do much to bring her a lot of comfort when it comes to her worry. "If I promise you that we can go home and I will let you instruct me of how to recoup. Will you forgive me for doing the race then?"

"I don't want you to get sick again." Y/n mumbles before finally smiling when he cups her face and kisses all around her skin, dodging her lips in fear of making her ill. Though there's no doubt he's already put her at risk of that.

"Wish me luck?" Max prompts making her straighten her spine a little.

"Good luck." Y/n nods before he moves back and climbs into the car, ready to drive it to the grid.

She watches him prep as usual, speaking to everyone once the car is one the grid. He looks lethargic. But as determined as ever and when he gets up to the grid for the national anthem. He is standing as confidently and boldly as always.

Then they're in the cars and he's ready to go, leading the formation lap and then lining back up into pole position.

The lights are out and he leads. As he seems to lead every race. Whether it be by proper and rule-following methods or by pushing the limits on what the FIA will allows, and often what they will penalise him for.

As she's become quite accustomed to, she finds herself at the barriers await her boyfriend to come running for celebrations of his win.

"Max, you took another win. And you've not been feeling so good for this weekend. How are you feeling now?" Martin asks as he conducts the post-race interviews.

"I'm feeling better. Much better." Max nods then winking at y/n while she smiles at him.

Her get sup on the podium being given his trophy and medal before part-taking in all the champagne spraying, cheering their bottles before getting some pictures and finally getting off the podium.

When she gets to his drivers room finding him changing out of the alcohol soaked layers and quickly showering off the residue from his skin and hair. Then he returns and he looks fairly refreshed though he quickly picks up his medal and moves towards her, gently placing it over her head, around her neck.

"What-"

"You are my champion. You deserve the medal." Max smiles while she gets flustered over his words. "Thank you...for everything, mouse."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I want to. You should always know how much I appreciate you." Max insists then sighing. "Shall we go home?"

"Yes."

"Ok, let's go." Max smiles gently rubbing her cheek, again with those clammy hands. "I love you, mouse."

"I love you too." Y/n whispers with a small smile. "I'm so proud of you doing the race too."

So they leave and Red Bull's photographer posts a picture of "Max and his champion" when spotting them walk through the paddock with y/n wearing the medal while Max looks at her in complete and utter admiration.

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