newbie // daniel ricciardo x reader

pt. 5

(y/n pov)

the day on track flew by, my times increasing with each practice lap i did.

i was struggling to pass daniel in time, but i pushed until i was within 2 hundredths of a second.

i pulled into the garage and was congratulated by my crew memners before i could get my helmet off.

"great times, y/n!"

"wow,"

a couple pats on the back and a few playful shoves.

i looked around for daniel knowing hed come in before me.

i set my helmet down and had some water still glancing around to find him.

i saw him clambering across the garage, pushing through mechanics and the occasional 'sorry' being yelled.

"y/n!" he called to me from across the garage. "ill be right there!"

he finished making his way to me and patted my shoulders. "you got way closer to me than i expected you to,"

"i told you didnt i?"

"you said youd be faster, and im not gonna lie i doubted that but im not so sure anymore," he had an unconscious smile on his face.

"i said id out qualify you, ive still got tomorrow to go," i said.

he laughed and scanned my body. "we gotta talk about what were doing for dinner tonight," he said.

"what do you mean for dinner?"

"were totally going to get something. after the day you had its well deserved," he flashed a smile and walked back to his stuff to finish up for the day.

i finished getting undressed and into my day clothes. i pulled my hair back into a quick braid and completed my day on track.

i watched out the window on my way back to the hotel, excited for dinner tonight.

i took time getting up to the room, meandering the lobby and being stopped by young girls who want my autograph.

"rachel, dreams DO become reality, i promise," i said out loud as i wrote.

she squealed and walked away hugging her hat.

"hey, are you y/n l/n?" a boy around my age said.

i turned to him and smiled. "yes i am, would you like an autograph?" i reached to pull out my marker but stopped when he started talking.

"no, why would i want your signature? youre probably the worst one on track," his friends laughed at his lame excuse of an insult.

"did you watch free practice?" i asked sweetly.

"i wont be watching f1 as long as youre in it," he laughed again, gaining a high five from his buddy.

"then you would have missed my times then! 6th fastest today, still getting used to the car though,"

"6th is ass, bro," he threw his hands up.

"watch qualifying tomorrow and the race sunday and see how you feel then," i said.

"ill only watch if you take your shirt off," he chuckled uncomfortably.

"just to confirm, you dont want my autograph?" i asked again.

"no i- stupid bitch," he mumbled. he walked away with his friends.

"what was that all about?" daniel walked up to me and pointed to the group of young boys.

"misogyny," i said.

"looks like you figured it out though," he continued to look at the group who were whispering to one another.

i turned to look at the group and saw they were walking back over.

they didnt look at me directly, only slipped glances when they thought i couldnt tell.

"uh hi, um, youre daniel riccardo right?" he stumbled out.

"yeah," daniel looked at me.

"uhm, could i get your autograph?" the boy said.

"sure," he uncrossed his arms and grabbed the hat the boy held out.

daniel passed it to me and i shot him a confused look.

"sign it, ill sign the other side," he motioned for me to continue and i heard the boy choke on his words.

"you alright?" i asked, attempting to hold back a smile.

"i-" he looked up at daniel and back down to me signing the hat.

daniel took it and signed the other side.

"thatll be pretty valuable very soon," daniel said, handing him his hat back. "y/n is going to be one of the greats for sure,"

daniel reached an arm around me and held my other shoulder.

"thanks," the kid said.

"just for the record, dont ever talk to y/n like that again," daniel said in a low hushed tone to the boy.

he nodded nervously and walked away quickly.

"thanks," i said, watching as the boys walked away.

"sorry that had to happen," daniel turned to talk to me and i noticed how he was looking at me.

guilt. worry.

"im used to it," i reassured him.

"i think that makes it worse,"

"yeah, well," i said. "unfortunately its always going to be like this,"

"yeah, that definitely makes it worse,"

i shrugged and looked at the time. "what were you. saying about dinner tonight?"

his expression softened and he became his bubbly self again. "i was thinking chinese food,"

word count - 838

chapter anyone? qualifying in the next chapter and the actual race after that!! im actually super disappointed in todays irl race, russell was up in 8th but unfortunately dnf.

- ur local canadian fanfic writer <333