summary: y/n finally attends a race weekend and the other f3 drivers don’t believe they’re dating — so they lowkey terrorise nikola
warnings: cursing, drivers being mean ( jokingly )
pairing: fem! reader x nikola tsolov
genre: fluff, crack?
requested: yes
author note: i love the f3 grid so much like you don’t understand 😭
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much to her dismay, the heat hadn't died down at all by the time she arrived and just knew that nikola would be causing trouble for his team. he's always been quite sensitive when it comes to different temperatures, which y/n learned the hard way.
she breathed out a sigh and scanned her pass before going towards the formula three paddock. since this is the first time she's attended a race weekend for f3, nikola made sure to give her a thorough rundown of where everything would be. y/n has been to a few eurocup-3 races and was supposed to have gone to the australian grand prix, but she got sick.
y/n was confident that she would be just fine, but nikola was very adamant that the paddock of eurocup-3 is very different to a formula three paddock.
he was also very excited for her to finally meet his friends and new teammates; tasanapol inthraphuvasak and mari boya. her boyfriend is very nice and outgoing, so she wasn't surprised to find him chatting away with a large group filled with the other f3 drivers.
y/n shot nikola a quick text since she didn’t want to go up and interrupt him ( or have all of them stare at her ), but of course, nikola wouldn’t have that.
the moment he saw the text, his head shot up and his eyes instantly found hers.
“n/n!”
[ n/n means nickname ]
she smiled and gave a little wave as he jogged towards her. the other drivers watched as nikola embraced a random girl with confused looks on their faces.
“sorry to interrupt” he quickly shook his head and dismissed her words
“don’t. i can finally introduce you to them now” the happiness in his voice made her smile despite the nerves that were still present within her
“come” he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the boys who were still silent
“guys. this is my girlfriend, y/n” nikola’s eyes shined bright with pride as y/n smiled politely
just as the silence was starting to overwhelm her, mari boya spoke up.
“did he pay you?”
“mari?!”
“what? i think it's a good question!”
“yeah, mate. there's no way you got her” james wharton spoke up next
“what's that supposed to mean?!”
“she's out of your league”
“we're in the same league!” the drivers silently shared a look while nikola gasped and y/n tried not to laugh
“screw you’s!”
he gave them the middle finger before pulling y/n away, but they started following.
“come on, niko. just admit it” ugo ugochukwu spoke
“yeah. this is just sad now” followed along by rafael câmara
he groaned and started picking up the pace with y/nfollowing along. she let a few giggles slip past her lips, but it was overshadowed by the roars of laughter coming from the other boys.
once they were far away from them, nikola let out a sigh of relief.
“sorry about that” y/n just shook her head, a playful smile making its way onto her face
“they’re fun. i can see why you want me to meet them” nikola’s eyes softened at that
“i’m glad you like them”
“me too”
he smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to her ( lips / cheek / forehead ) when they heard someone cough from behind them. nikola jumped and turned around before groaning.
it was tasanapol inthraphuvasak, his other teammate.
“can’t you do that when there isn’t people around?”
“there wasn’t any around around! where did you even come from?” tasanapol shrugged before walking off
“today isn’t my day” nikola said while running his hands down his face
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turns out those words weren’t true at all since nikola went on to win the sprint race that day.
y/n was even allowed to congratulate him through on the teams headphones which left nikola giggling.
she clapped and cheered as loud as she could once his car was in sight. y/n's smiled grew even wider with his celebration before he jumped out and ran straight to her. she didn't even have time to prepare herself before his arms wrapped around her frame while the team were shouting and hitting his helmet.
“you did it!”
“i did it!” his words were muffled by his helmet and the noise from his team, but y/n is fairly certain that she heard him
her boyfriend was soon taken away after that and she was left in the presence of his team, but quickly became aware of the other drivers coming towards them.
“y/n!” mari called out and waved excitedly
“hi, mari. tough luck” he shrugged
“making fun of nikola brightens me up, so we came” the other boys nodded along
“is that why you did that earlier?”
“no. he's never mentioned you before”
laurens van hoepen was quick to disagree.
“he has to me and chris last year, but we didn't believe him”
y/n understood.
they're very private and she dislikes being posted in general, so the boys weren't necessarily wrong to assume things, plus they made her laugh.
“pretty people usually date each other”
“don’t let nikola hear you, it’ll go to his head” y/n smiled as they continued to joke around while waiting for tuukka taponen since he placed third and would be first out
she clapped politely for the other two, but y/n’s cheers grew louder once her boyfriend stepped out. however, the boys overshadowed her ( and the campos team ) by yelling out things that she hoped wouldn’t be broadcasted, but y/n couldn’t help but laugh.
unbeknownst to them, nikola’s eyes softened at seeing her interact with his teammates and friends. he knew they would get along, even if they didn’t believe they were dating at first.
“unbelievable” he thought and shook his head, but the bright smile remained on his face
