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f1yogurt · 2 years
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Daniel Brühl Characters
(It's my goal to eventually have at least one fic written for each of his characters so stay tuned.)
The Danny Bunch Headcanons
kinks** - sub! hc's about the boys and their kinks
facial hair - danny bunch and facial hair
Helmut Zemo
A Long Day - sleepy cuddles, Zemo x gn!Reader
Baron of Mine - spy!AU, Zemo x fem!Reader
Flirting with Royalty - Baron Zemo x servant!Reader
Pretty in Purple** - sub!Zemo x Dora Milaje
Hold Me Tight - huddling for warmth, Bucky x Zemo
Laszlo Kreizler
smut prompt drabble** - Laszlo x gn!Reader
Niki Lauda (find more in Classic F1 RPF)
Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader
That Ferrari Jacket** - technically RPF but it's smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader
drunk!Niki headcanons
Andrea Marowski
Subby thoughts for Andrea** - sub!Andrea
Sebastian Zöllner
What a Brat Gets** - you teach Seb a lesson in patience, sub!Sebastian x Reader
Lieutenant Horstmayer
You're My Lifeline** - an A/B/O Joyeux Noel fic with omega!Horstmayer x alpha!Audebert x beta!Gordon (on temporary hiatus)
Cross My Fingers - part of the Joyeux Noel Halloween fic challenge! Horstmayer whump.
Dirk (All Together)
For Old Times' Sake** - sub!Dirk x fem!Reader (on temporary hiatus)
Classic F1 RPF
Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader
Pit Stop - the first meeting (based on true events) between Niki & James
Love Will Keep Us Together - Niki, James, and many other classic F1 boys partying it up
That Ferrari Jacket** - smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader
In My Blood - a Niki Lauda drabble
Breakfast In Bed - a sleepy morning with Niki x James x John
drunk!Niki headcanons
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rumblelibrary · 3 years
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What Is This Feeling [Niki Lauda x Mechanic!Reader] pt.2
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Part 1 Word count: 3k  
Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talking, fingering, me being terrible at writing warnings.
Author’s note: by popular demand, here it is what happened on that hard working night when reader and Niki were looking for solutions to a mechanic problem only to find themselves mixed up into something else.
“But if we change also this part here, we will have to re-do the whole main section on this other side to give back some balance, it would take too much time” you said as Niki traced some drawings on your notebook before scraping it vehemently.
“This is turning into an arts and crafts project” he groaned dropping the pen onto the page.
By now it was well past 2 in the morning, to call the both of you into this renewal process was an understatement: sitting on the floor, Niki’s jacket long abandoned on a chair, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his curls messier than you have ever seen them. You couldn’t recall a moment he was just as focused, so to see him constantly brush his hair from one side to the other was a sight to behold.
He moved his hand to the mug beside him and tried to drink, stopping himself as he realised it was empty.
“This round is on me” you said taking the mug from him along with yours slowly standing up, a light crack coming from your knees telling you that you stayed in the same position too long.
“Wait, I need to move too” he said stretching his legs before standing up, pushing his chest up to crack his back and then moving his head from side to do the same to his neck.
He didn’t realise how the time flew by, you clearly solved many flaws, but as many as you solved then some more kept appearing, popping up like mushrooms in the woods.
He huffed following you to the small kitchen room as you turned on the little kitchen hood light, it wasn’t much but it was a place for the team to have to cook and rest, plus they stocked there the holy grail: the coffee.
“How long have you been doing this?” He asked as he came to realise he knew little about your story.
“Oh, well my uncle was a mechanic, I would spend all the afternoons at his garage with him and my cousins, one thing led to the other and I was always there” you said with a smile.
“So it is a family business?”
“Sort of, he worked with normal cars, family cars, but he had a passion for vintage Volkswagen and Bentley’s, he would buy some really old dinosaurs of cars only to bring them back to life, I guess I learned more on those cars than I will ever do on any book, to make them work again was thrilling and emotional at the same time, to hear the engine sing again, find that piece made in that year, oh, I can’t even..” You said, you were a bit more relaxed without the pressure of having your colleagues around, a one on one conversation benefitting your spirit as you talked more in these last hours than in a whole day of work.
Niki was staring at you shamelessly, to see your eyes light up, you didn’t even realised how you moved your hands like you were still building those parts and components, a reflex that he couldn’t help but admire.
“I like the sound of your story” he admitted looking at you as you started to prepare the coffee “it is honest and it shows how devoted to this job you’re”.
You smiled and looked at him, the proud feeling of him noticing how much this meant to you smothering your doubts.
“Were you afraid?”
He leaned his head on side at that question, but he understood what you meant, he liked how you didn’t waste too much words on silly prequels of a question.
“No, I never get scared in the moment, my brain is on the track, I am focused” he explained  as he moved beside you, resting his hip  beside the counter with “it is in the aftermath, when the adrenaline lowers and I am on my own, even half an hour or more later at times, it just hits me, I realise it and I get a bit sick”
You stared at him as you put the percolator on the fire studying his features while his eyes were drifted aside in deep thoughts. He was being honest, he probably wouldn’t say that to anyone else, his role as alpha male of the place wasn’t meant to be challenged with this kind of talks. You admired him for that, he was the opposite of you, alway avoiding conflict to gain space, he gained space by erasing everyone with  hardcore conflict.
“I was scared for you” you admitted looking down at the little flames in front of you “when I saw the wheel give up, I didn’t think anymore about the car, I thought of …of many things” you corrected yourself realising you were opening up too much.
To be at ease around him was a thing, to be out of place with your talks was another.
“Of death?”
You shook your head “no, no, I am not that dramatic” you chuckled but you were interrupted again by his inquiries.
“Of me?”
You gulped looking up for the first time to find him staring at you, you just realised the only light was the dim one belonging to the kitchen and still, he looked amazing, his eyes seemed to want to discover something through you, the confidence exuding by his posture almost unsettling you.You parted your lips letting out an answer that was more similar to a shaky breath, he leaned closer as his eyes dropped down to your lips, then up on you again only to quickly close the space between the two of you before you got the time to register what was going on. You didn’t expect such a rushed kiss, but you kissed him back immediately, your hands moving around his head to finally touch those tempting curls that hunted so many thoughts of yours. His lips parting and you mimicked that same move letting his tongue slip in your mouth, his arm wrapping around your waist as his left hand turned off the fire under the percolator.
“Y/N” he whispered pulling away from your hungry lips “I am not one that fucks around”
“I know” you said only. You didn’t know for sure but you could tell, he wasn’t the kind of man you have to wonder if he was going to call you back ever.
His lips travelled on your neck slowly sucking on it, his teeth nibbling on it, you tugged to his turtleneck pulling it over him forcing him to let go of you for a moment, but to see you share that same desire only made him more needy. He quickly rejoined your lips, his tongue slipping in your mouth again, a little smirk appearing on him as he found the zip of your uniform pulling it down easily.
“Such an effective piece of clothing” he whispered, your core bursting in need as you realised he wanted to do that same gesture as much as you did.
His hands pulling it off your shoulders as he tugged quickly onto the top you wore underneath.
“Too many layers, kleiner hase, let’s make it less next time” he whispered on your skin, you were getting all hot and bothered by his accent on a regular basis, but to hear him give you a pet name in German almost earned its own moan from you.
And, did he just tell you there will be another time? As he bared your chest, his both hands warm against your skin suddenly abandoned you just as his lips, your eyes shut open when the sudden loss of contact hit you like a cold wave.
“W-Wait”
You said instinctively already thinking you did something wrong, when you saw him drop onto his knees tugging the rest of your uniform with him.
“I am not going anywhere” his hot breath hit against the bare skin on your abdomen as his fingers undid one of your shoes, those very ugly safety shoes you had to wear.
A moment of insecurity creeped on you, you weren’t ready, the girls he met were always sexy and put together and wearing fancy things. But also how could you know this would happen? It is not like you could wear heels at work or lace lingerie just in case your walking fantasy man hit on you, right? Your thought process forbid you to notice Niki’s hand freeing one of your legs by the uniform and your panties guiding it sapiently, but when his wet tongue traced your slit there wasn’t a single worry to be left in your brain. A moan louder than you intended left you lips, the lower of your back resting against the kitchen counter, one hand onto his hair as his smirk was evident.
“You want it that bad?”
You nodded vehemently, fuck if you did, to have his tongue so used to spit sentences over every soul in the garage showing new abilities was a dream come true. You whimpered tugging onto his curls as you used your free hand to hold onto the kitchen counter, Niki himself guiding your naked leg onto his shoulder, the rest of your uniform tangled to the ankle of your standing leg along with your panties. Your voice quickly started chanting his name along with broken moans, his tongue soon learning its way to your clit but also your favourite pace, the same pace so many times you used when alone at night you felt the urge to place your needs at rest.
“No, wait”
You whined, he was so good but you didn’t want to finish already. You stared down at him panting as his lips moved off your clit but his fingers slid easily into you helped by the shameless wetness that he himself created.His lips glistened of that same wetness and the tip of his tongue quickly recollected it.
“Don’t worry, I am not going to finish off with you any time soon” he assured, your brain barely connecting the dots by now as his fingers, those same long fingers you admired in more than one occasion, knew perfectly how to drive you crazy.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He inquired, your brain quickly giving in as you nodded.
“I need you to talk, no time to be shy here” 
You moaned as you stared at him, the sudden realisation of how much in control he was scared and aroused you at the same time.
“I want you to fuck me”
He smirked at your admission and he quickened his fingers to reward you.
“That’s right hase, I am going to fuck you and once I am done with you I’ll bring you home and there you’ll earn your place by sucking me off, right?”
You groaned as your hips buckled, you were so close, but he knew exactly how to keep you edging.
“I will, I swear”
You moaned, but you soon realised that wasn’t enough.
Enough was a word that Niki despised with every fibre of his being and you were learning it on your own skin.
“I will suck you off, I will get on my knees, I will be good, I-I will take it all” you moaned  out of ideas of what to say and a little devilish chuckle left his lips, such an innocent thing trying to dirty talk, he felt even more powerful on you. The endless possibilities of shaping that shyness of you into his own pleasure making you even more attractive to him.
Your second reward was his tongue to finally trace your clit again, your orgasm was long announced and when it came it washed over you stronger than anything you ever tried before. He supported you easily forbidding you to collapse down, your fingers pulling his curls harshly now. He gave you few moments to gain back control over yourself, but by now his erection was pulsing harshly in his pants requesting its own attentions. He let your leg slip off his shoulder as he raised up hovering you once more before helping you up on the cold counter. You shivered as your hands moved to his belt unbuckling it nervously, he pushed his forehead against yours in a sweet display of care while you pushed down his pants and boxers together.
“You’re going to be so full of me” he whispered leaning against you ear, his hands onto your hips as he aligned himself against your entrance slipping inside eased by the wetness clothing your folds. You moaned louder than you meant, once more, your walls still sensitive by the last orgasm, his low growl of pleasure getting recorded into your memories forever.
“Oh, Scheiße, you’re so fucking tight” he groaned “I am going to stretch you nice and good, you are going to beg for more”
You moaned as his dirty words clouded your mind, one of your legs wrapping around his waist as he begun to thrust inside you, the full length of him giving you shivers and waves of pleasure. You clasped your lips closed trying to hold back more moaning sounds that came out anyway in form of discarded noises. You never felt any close to something like this, the way he moved made you feel owned and helpless, no trace of self control left in you and you tried to gain it back with that pitiful attempt of silencing yourself. 
“What is this?” He snorted looking up at you, it was hard for you to look down and meet his eyes, his body tangled to yours, his skin onto yours.
“Are you denying me something?” He asked almost playfully as one of his hands left your hip and moved onto your chin, his fingers slipping past your teeth forcing your mouth open, the faint taste of yourself still on them. He licked his lips in amusement as his fingers toyed with your tongue, his pace steady now as his lips substituted his fingers, tearing away every amount of shame you held once more.
You relaxed in that kiss, so wholesome and loving, until he decided that those two adjectives weren’t needed anymore and his thrusting turned into a proper slamming inside you. You parted from that kiss, a loud moan filling the room again.
“There” He smirked keeping up with it “So good, such a noisy thing in bed, so quiet in life, I love it”
By now your arousal had reached untouched heights, your core starting to build up a new orgasm, little tears pickling the sides of your eyes.
“Fuck Niki”
“Yes, say my name, you want me to fill you up right? I am going to fill you up every day, you’re going to have me inside you even when I am not around” he hissed, you felt him pulsing inside you as you started to give in to his talks.
The future he unveiled to you with those chats was breaking havoc into your mind, awakening desires you never thought you could experience first hand.
“Yes, yes, do it”
You begged holding onto his shoulders for your own stability, your pleasure so intense that not even the leg around his waist could hold itself anymore and he had to support it.
“Such a good one, show me how you do it again”
You didn’t have to be asked more as you reached a very strong second orgasm, his hands grasping onto you as he rode you down your pleasure.
“Perfect” he growled as his thrusts went a bit erratic until he tugged you against him filling you up just as promised, swear words in German and low growls vibrating against your neck as he pushed his head there.
You knew already, but you were soon to realise how much a man of word Niki Lauda is.
He stayed there for a moment, still. The soft pants caused by your joined pleasure filling the room, the clarity you lacked a moment before coming back to you with a new found wave of shame and doubt. A sequel of new ‘what if…?’ scenarios about to screw such a blissful moment, until he raised his head and placed another kiss on your lips, just as soft as you needed to rest your racing mind.
“I am not going to let you go, kleiner hase”
His only whisper, he smiled as the tip of his nose slowly brushed against yours, suddenly you forgot about your shameful position and the nakedness and whatever else. A smile creeped onto your lips as you squeezed him in a hug. His hands moved slowly onto your thighs massaging them sapiently, he knew you will feel your legs wobbly once you get back down the counter and he was going to prevent it. He slowly peppered your face with kisses, he could sense your fears surfacing and dusted them away with gentle aftercare.
“Don’t move” He pulled slowly back leaving you sat there, pulling his boxers and pants up back in a swift move, before dedicating himself to help your leg back into your panties and uniform. He didn’t waste any time with your other clothing, just helping your arms back into that and zipping you up. He smiled satisfied of it before grasping your hips and helping you down, you were slightly unbalanced missing still one shoe, so he kneeled once more helping you like some Formula 1 Cinderella back into your boot, lacing it. He stood up again, a knowing smirk on his lips as those curls looked softer than ever. You smiled back blushing.
“Lets go” he said picking his turtleneck and putting it back on.
You picked up the rest of your scattered clothes as Niki guided you back to your working spot to collect his jacket and your belongings while you turned off the little light. You knew where you were going, he told you already, a new wave of expectation crashed on you while you put your clothes into your bag. He smiled at you and you smiled back looking down as a reflex to your undying shyness, not like Niki was ever intentioned to erase that from you. He liked it.
You blinked as you looked at the projects aligned on the floor from a new angle.
“Niki”
He turned around looking at you while  holding his jacket under his arm, his hand brushing over his own mouth and jaw. He walked back to you, leaning closer while following your eyes on the papers and scattered schemes.
He saw it too.
The solution.
He smirked looking down at you as your eyes moved up to meet his.
“Tomorrow” he sentenced kissing onto your temple to bless that claver brain of yours, gently taking your bag to himself, placing his other hand on the lower of your back to guide you out of the garage, switching off the lights on his way out.
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cazimagines · 3 years
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This request is gonna be kinda vague but can I get some HCs for Niki Lauda w a crush or partner who makes him laugh? Idk if they’re another racer, a mechanic, a reporter, a fan, an old friend etc. But just someone who knows how to make him laugh, with witty zingers or dry, sarcastic comments or just playing dumb for the sake of a joke, whatever ya feel. Courtship via humour. And if you don’t mind, could they either be gn or male please? Thank you v much. ✌🏻
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- Niki hated the press. He understood that it came with the job but all the pressed cared about what asking him about the feud between him and James, or if he thought he would die in the next race. He didn't have the charms that hunt had when talking to people, yes he could hold a conversation but the reporters went away saying how rude and blunt he was towards them but what did they expect?
- You had received the opportunity of a lifetime. You had always wanted to go into journalism and fresh out of college you were able to secure an internship with a news company. And then one day one of the reporters called in sick the day they were supposed to do an interview with Niki, and of course because it was Niki no one else wanted to take over it so you leapt at the chance.
- You were intrigued at the thought of being able to interview Niki. You'd seen other interviews and had heard around the office how much people despised him but you saw something more to him that often flew over people's heads but you felt you could grab ahold of it.
- When Niki walked into the room and saw you he scoffed and turned to his assistant, remarking how the youth of today would know nothing about racing and how shit this interview would be. You heard his remark and assumed he meant for you to hear it. Niki was the sort of guy who didn't care about what you felt.
- Sighing he sat down but was pleasantly surprised when you started asking him questions about what modifications he made to the car to make it run faster, how well did he get on with the rest of the crew, what was it like making quick decisions on the track. Usually, when sitting down for an interview the reporters instantly asked him about James and no matter how many times he would try to direct the questions to something else they would always leap back to asking him about James, so as to not be questioned about his rivalry was a breath of fresh air for him.
- Of course, eventually, you had to ask him about James. It was what the viewers wanted to hear. When you asked the question the man rolled his eyes and said "Of course, because I love to talk about Hunt" and his voice dripped with sarcasm. You smirked at him and replied, "Oh yes, I can tell from all the times you lovingly stick your middle finger up at him. You two must be best mates"
- Niki froze. Never before had someone replied back to his sarcasm with their own and for a moment he was caught off guard, staring at you in surprise but he quickly gathers his bearings and a chuckle comes from his throat as he smirks back at you, seeing how you were challenging him to continue.
- And thus that's how the interview continued, both of you were bouncing off each other throughout the rest of the interview, feeding into each other's humour. The camera crew were shocked at seeing Niki Lauda actually laugh at something you said, at the fact he was able to show another emotion except being pissed off.
- Niki actually felt almost sad when the interview ended and he had to leave. That night he couldn't seem to shake the thought of you out of his mind. You intrigued him and dare he say it he wanted to know more about you, and this was a first for Niki who hardly wanted to know anything about anyone who wasn't himself.
- Usually, before a race, reporters would come onto the track and try to grab drivers to talk to. James loved the attention and was always out but Niki prefered to hide in his garage. Yet this time he came out in the hope of potentially being able to see you, yet that wouldn't be the case. He found the news team you were a part of but the reporter was someone different and he didn't have a care for them.
- He went to ask them about your whereabouts but he paused realising he didn't even know your name. They started asking him about James and soon enough he left without saying anything, not wanting to spend another minute surrounded by what he called, 'brainless idiots'
- It wasn't too long after that race the interview finally came out and it shook the world. Seeing Niki Lauda laugh? What had happened. People picked up on the instant chemistry between the two of you and before the news crew knew what was happening they were swarmed with letters asking for more because the world wanted to see the other side of Niki Lauda. You had gone back to essentially being a secretary for people but when the interview was out you were being shoved in a suit and pushed out into the massive crowd before the next race to hunt down Niki and ask him more questions.
- Niki didn't like everyone freaking out about him laughing and having fun in the interview. He had built up this persona of being an asshole and he thought it suited him quite well but now everyone was acting nice to him because of it, and James was teasing him horrendously so he was determined to go back out there and prove how much of an asshole he was and when he saw you he thought even better, prove it to the very person who caused it.
- Yet no matter how many times he tried to be an asshole you didn't seem phased and with the jokes and sarcasm you used he could feel his mask slipping and his lips twitching up into a grin. He hated himself for it, and he hated you for it as well, but not at much.
- Soon Niki refused to do interviews apart from if they were with you. He found all other reporters lacklustre and boring now to the point where he couldn't concentrate unless it was with you. You kept him engaged, humoured. When he won races and received his trophy he would hunt you down to let you ask him questions, almost start bragging to you about his achievements.
- Soon enough he asked you out on a date at a restaurant, it was very sudden at the end of an interview. He asked it so casually that it caught you off guard that you had to ask him again. You agreed to it and suddenly you found yourself sitting in a posh restaurant feeling completely out of it. Niki noticed how uncomfortable you seemed and would joke about it to get a rise out of you but with your typical humour that he loved you were able to resort back, almost insulting him and he would laugh with all his voice, his overbite clearly showing as his curly hair fell loose from their usual hold.
- It was the love story of the year when it was announced the two of you were dating, it even took the limelight off James as everyone became obsessed with the two of you. Because they had been watching this relationship progress since the beginning interview they almost felt a part of it themselves, plus Niki dating a reporter when less than a year ago he claimed he hated reporters, oh how spicy it was. But for a reporter and an F1 racer the two of you kept your relationship in the dark, not wanting people to intrude. Apart from times when you were interviewing him and you'd joke he spent more time preparing how to beat James than he did cleaning up his own dishes and he would jokingly pretend to be embarrassed by you but instead he felt thrilled.
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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years
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the danny bunch helping you with a panic attack
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hiiii!! so i wrote this because i struggle with severe anxiety and panic attacks are common for me. this weekend has been absolute crap for me SO i’m writing this for myself and anyone else who struggles with anxiety out there. this is based off the symptoms i normally get with my anxiety, but i know they’re not uncommon so hopefully all of you can find some comfort in this maybe :)
alex kerner: it really doesn’t take much for him to start understanding. he notices your quietness and sort of touchiness because you’re trying to pretend nothing is happening, and when he’s like “woah hey, what’s wrong?” you just like. lose it. and he’s sort of confused but doesn’t show it as you cry and like, gasp for breath. “i know you can’t breathe but let’s just try… there, you’re doing great.” after that he’s literally the most supportive and always lets you grab him when you need to and recognizes the signs. he always tells you how proud he is of you after you’ve worked through it and you’re laying against him catching your breath as tears silently roll down your cheeks.
niki lauda: okay i have like a THING about this. at first he’s like. “??? what’s the problem?” and like doesn’t understand why tf you’re having a breakdown and being all irritable and touchy in the moment. (tbh he’s very unhelpful the first time because he’s just like “if you don’t have a specific reason to be panicking then like,,, stop?? tf??”) but he later apologizes and promises he’s going to start trying his best to help you. he lets you twist his curls and grasp his hand, “niki i feel lightheaded” “i’ve got you, i’ve got you. you’re going to be okay soon enough” and like if you get overwhelmed in public places that man literally has no shame in being like “let’s go, come on” to make you feel better because niki gives 0 craps about what people think (as we know). though he doesn’t ever fully understand it doesn’t mean he isn’t your #1 supporter
zemo: this man is? a mental health expert? a therapist?? i mean i’m sure he’s had his fair share of panic attacks and or depressive episodes, so he is like on the ball right away. don’t want to be touched? no wait you actually want to hold his hand? okay don’t touch me but talk to me- nO not that topic switch topics wrong vibe wrong vibe- this man literally deals with anything you throw at him. and when you’re embarrassed after the attack calms and you’re just kinda crying and covering your face, he’s assuring you that you aren’t a burden and he’s so proud of you for allowing yourself to feel how you needed to feel and made it through even though it was uncomfortable for you. this man doesn’t want to lose anyone else and he is just SO incredibly supportive like pls #zemoismytherapist?
andrea marowski: oh, baby boy. he probably gets freaked out that you’re freaked out the first time it happens. luckily you kinda know how to get through it as best you can by yourself, but he’s just so sad and like “i should’ve helped more i’m so useless omfg.” and personally (i apologize fellow andrea stans) i feel like he’s not as good comforting in the moment as he is after. like he gets kinda overwhelmed and nervous when you’re having a panic attack, but he’s very good at aftercare and being there for you after. he’s very cuddly and wipes your tears while you kinda hiccup and get all embarrassed. “you are the bravest person i know, i love you.” he always makes you tea and just lets you cuddle him, and even if you don’t talk much he’ll talk to you and just tell you about anything and everything which makes you feel all safe and warm and fuzzy with him🤍🤍
sorry about the lack of content i’m literally just 😀 lately i stg i’ll publish more stuff im so sorry but here’s a quick hc
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babybluebex · 3 years
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Danny brunch hcs for when your tits start to produce milk?
oh sigh this is gonna be long as hell, strap in
it's safe to say they all go FERAL but like,,, what flavor of feral?
alex would like to hold your breasts, like, just have an arm over your shoulder with his palm over on your breast. sometimes he would forget and squeeze, and then you'd have to deal with that whole thing. he'd also be the type of boyfriend/father-to-be to, if you start lactating in public and it leaks through your shirt, switch shirts with you so that you feel comfortable
andrea already has A Complex about your breasts and seeing them swell with milk only really makes that worse, he'll have his head on them or between them every moment he can, always sure to caress your belly at the same time. he'd probably taste your milk once or twice out of curiosity, but sometimes if your nipple is just In His Mouth, it drips into his mouth and he just swallows it without any big to-do
niki likes it a LOT. he's usually an ass man and is always after a pinch, but when you outgrow your bras, he's sorta like "hmmm... maybe don't wear one anymore?" and you start to protest and he's like "freedom, democracy, burn your bra in front of a conservative!" (even tho that never actually happened but niki is dense when he sees titties) and then it becomes a news thing and you accidentally start a trend with women like "niki lauda's wife is six months pregnant and not wearing a bra and is loving life" and he just will hold you at night and slide his thumb across your plumping breasts and kiss your face and neck and just thank his lucky stars
laszlo.... i have talked about this so so much but i will continue to talk about it: LASZLO WILL GO CRAZY FOR A TIT. the man is always searching for a way to have a titty in his mouth, and he will always take time in the morning and at night to show his love for your body and titties. he'll drink from your breasts in the morning to help soothe the ache, and he'll massage your nipples if you get a clogged milk duct and try to help the pain bc even tho he's a mental doctor, he has a bit of physical knowledge. of course, when you get pregnant, you can no longer wear corsets, and what we currently know as a bra was invented around this time but was eschewed, but laszlo would have you one made of fine parisian silk with a layer or two of sturdy cloth inside to catch any drippings, and it becomes his favorite thing. seeing his wife in her thin dressing down, underskirt, and silk brassiere, plump and heavily pregnant, sitting at her vanity and taking off her makeup at night before bed is such an important thing for him to see, and he tells you that he loves you every single night when you do this routine.
i honestly can't think of anything else atm, i'll come back to this (i put on downton abbey for noise and i just watched the entire first episode instead of doing anything truly productive so expect an early 1900s zemo sometime)
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electricbirdmusic · 4 years
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2019
• Hackerangriff auf deutsche Politiker und Prominente • längster Shutdown der US-Geschichte • Rolleiflex • So schee, der Schnee • Theresa May • Venezuela • Back to Cold War: Ende des INF-Vertrags • Bruno Ganz • Karl Lagerfeld • Mark Hollis • Hannelore Elsner • Christchurch • Brexit • Greta Thunberg • #FridaysForFuture • Notre-Dame • alles neu macht der Mai • HC Strache und die Ibiza-Affäre • Niki Lauda • SPD • Vera, what has become of you? • Carola Rakete • Ursula von der Leyen • AKK • Iran • Alte Heide • Boris Johnson • Hongkong • New York, Big City of Dreams • Boston • Peter Lindbergh • Halle an der Saale • Impeachment • Die Türkei und Syrien • JAZZ! • Grünes Gewölbe • Australien brennt • Andreas Scheuer und das Maut-Debakel • Sven
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rumblelibrary · 3 years
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Hello 👀❤️
So... I don't know if this will work or not, but I thought why not, I send it in... And if you don't like it, that's completely fine ❤️🔥
I really like how you write the characters' mind... What they are thinking or how they act... I was thinking, maybe a new mechanic (Reader) at Ferrari (yes, it's a Niki Lauda fic, you know me❤️🔥) who is really shy, but very good at their job, and Niki likes them and he is an asshole with everyone (which is normal from him) EXCEPT with the Reader... And like... Maybe at first he doesn't realize this, but then he does, and gets all conflicted like why is he getting soft suddenly, out of nowhere... (It is obvious, but not for him)... I'm curious how you would see this, write this... The ending of this story is up to you ❤️❤️
Love you ❤️🔥👀
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What Is This Feeling [Niki Lauda x Mechanic!Reader]
Word count: 2.5k Warnings: lot of swearing by our favourite Rat King Author’s note: Niki is quickly turning into my comfort character to unleash my sass, thank you for giving me the chance to write him!
Part 2
On your first day at Ferrari nobody took you seriously, but to be a mechanic wasn’t exactly typing letters, it was not a place where somebody high up in the ranks would set a lover to give her some benefit and a free pay check.
You didn’t talk a lot, you stood your ground from the moment you put hands on any part of the car, but you weren’t exactly the chatty type and, being the only woman, it took you time to be allowed to the after work beer, to the birthdays and all the balancing that came with a good team spirit.
In a world full of bias about women, you were spared thanks to your abilities and knowledge. Or maybe, because the mechanics team had someone bigger to fight: Niki Lauda.
To work with him was thrilling, but stressful.
He would walk in at any hour of the day, break some egos, pile up an amount of changes that to make a brand new car would be a faster option.
You sat on the floor beside the baby, yes baby was the car, it wasn’t like you had to stay on the floor, there were more than plenty working stations, but it felt more comfortable for you: it gave you the chance to stand and look at things from afar, you were in need to touch, to understand, to put things together. It was your skill, but also your curse, because it was hard to gain yourself a space on the floor in such a fast paced environment like the one at Ferrari. You were working on the ignition when he stormed inside, the soft chats died fast and the noise of the radio was the only thing left, but he didn’t seem to mind the effect he had on people.
In a couple of long steps he was in front of one of your colleagues.
“What is this?” The man looked down to his sandwich like it was self explanatory, but the following silence brought him to answer “my lunch”
“Nice” Niki said, his lips curling downward in a very sarcastic amusement “well, take your lunch out of my garage because I don’t want your crumbles in my engine” he hissed picking the crumbles that effectively fell on the working table and sprinkling them like salt on the man’s face.
The man frowned and left to eat outside and avoid to punch him as Niki proceeded to his next victim.
“And you call this a design development? I call this dog shit”
“If this is a well done job, I’d better retire already before I get your good job to crack my skull open”
“Just begin again, don’t even ask”
“Are you sure you don’t work for McLaren? Because by the quality of your work I am starting to wonder”
One after the other all your colleagues fell under the axe of Niki’s commentary.
Nobody was spared, it was a butchery.
“So? What is this?”
You looked up at him as he towered over you, Satan himself would be less scary, and probably less attractive, to your eyes. His standing figure with rebel curls and his Ray-ban glasses in his left hand, the polo shirt under the fancy jacket, even his bad character gave him the edge so many men more conventionally attractive lack.
“I am working on the ignition” you said as he bent down crouching beside you as you showed him, his cologne filling your nostrils like the best smell your nose ever encountered.
“Okay, in what way?” He asked resting his elbows on his knees.
You gulped softly “Well, I am trying to experiment if I change this in here” and you pointed to a section in particular “maybe the car will have a better performance at the beginning of the race”
“Have you considered that it could over work the battery?”
“I did, but I wanted to see if I make here something like this” and you took a little tube showing how you lace it around the section “if I use this to push the cooler to work into this part as well, we might avoid over heating”
He listened touching his chin with the edge of his glasses thoughtfully.
“Give it a try”
He just said standing up.
Your colleagues looked at you shaking their heads as he turned around and everybody looked down to their tasks again, so then he left.
______________________________________________________________________ This wasn’t the first time, he wasn’t letting you do things he didn’t approve, but he always listened to you, he advised you, and the harshest thing he said was probably “I think you’re not looking at the bigger picture”
Nobody commented on it and beside some joke here and there, the little preference he had over you seemed to pass unnoticed mostly by him.
“You know, you really need a girlfriend” Clay, the other driver of the Ferrari alongside him, said during some tests.
Niki looked at him.
“Why? Do I look like one that has to fuck a woman to be fine?”
He laughed as Niki was always so overaggressive “No, but you treat everyone like bullshit beside the new girl, so you either can be an asshole only with men or your seduction technique needs a real check”
He frowned, eyebrows furrowing together as his lips parted in disbelief
“You nuts”
“Maybe, but I haven’t heard you complain about her as much as you complain about the rest of the world”
He shook his head “You are just letting you Italian genes getting your head stupid”
Clay laughed at him nodding knowingly “Sure, sure” he patted harshly on Niki’s back knowing how much he hated to be patted around like that as he moved to talk to one of the mechanics working on his car.
Niki crossed his arms resting against the wall of the garage, his eyes instinctively looking for your figure finding you to one of the working table writing down some notes over the changes applied while looking at the projects.
His eyes dropping on your ass like it was the first time he checked it, realising it wasn’t the first time he mentally noted it.
Well, he couldn’t really say you were unattractive, or not his type, or a good mechanic.
His thought process was suddenly interrupted as Clay himself approached you and you moved on side showing him the papers you were just writing on.
He nodded and said something to you, his hand casually resting on the small of your back making Niki’s jaw almost snap for how much he was gritting his teeth.
You shuffled on side avoiding the touch with a casual smile, but Clay kept talking to you and from afar Niki saw him say something and wave his pointed finger between himself and you. You shook your head and smiled turning down whatever he just offered with all the politeness you had, Niki pursued his lips slightly in amusement for his best girl’s behaviour.
Wait a second. Best girl?
He glared at Clay that smirked at him from afar, a big ‘I knew it’ smirk on his lips.
Niki bit the inside of his cheek not liking it.
He was with you like with everybody else, what the hell.
Niki ignored you all day, when you showed him something he himself requested to be shown, he shuffled away, when you handed him something he was looking for, he looked for it somewhere else, he just wasn’t meeting your eyes and hell and thunderstorm fell upon anyone that even tried to engage a talk with him on that day.
“I can’t with your boyfriend anymore, I swear” one of your colleagues muttered to you.
“He is not my boyfriend” 
He looked at you “Then he’d better be soon, maybe he’ll chill out”
“Are you even paid to stand and do nothing?” Niki shouted from afar and you two parted ways faster than two kids smuggling candies during class. ______________________________________________________________________
The next day was the judgment day for all the changes done on the car, your nerves were cracking as Niki arrived in his driving suit and your eyes immediately snapped a mental photo on his figure.
Did you ever went home wishing to have his company? Yes.
Did you ever wondered if he was so aggressive ever in the intimate times? Way too much.
Did you have any chance? Probably no.
You let out a big sigh as your colleagues reassured you “Hey, if it doesn’t work we either get rid of the rat or have some more time to work on it” he joked but you didn’t feel any better.
Niki looked up as he noticed your worried look, your lips nibbling down on your lips, your foot tapping rhythmically and nervously, the sudden instinct to lean his hand on that waist of yours, to rest his leg beside yours to make it stop that nerve wracking dance, to forbid your lips any more damage not caused by him.
All of that crowded his mind and he growled tiredly.
Stupid Clay, with his stupid theories.
He finished getting ready and put on his helmet settling down in his spot rolling his shoulders back, he needed to focus.
The head mechanic came over him repeating all the changes and just annoying the hell out of him, he is not always around the car only to check you out.
“When you're done telling me what I know, tell me something I don’t, I beg you”
The head mechanic did a big effort not to spit into his face and just left him waving his arms in the air.
You touched on your forehead nervously, if you failed it would show in the timings or maybe the car won’t even start.
You looked at him, seconds before he pulled down the dark lid of his helmet, his dark eyes so focused a shiver creeped over you.
You gasped as the signal was given and the car started.
Your fingers finding their way to your mouth as you nibbled your skin.
The car was fast, that was sure, you leaned beside the head mechanic that was taking the time. You breathed heavily, your mind going through all the changes you did, all the small settlements, the little details.
An eternal list that kept repeating itself.
Then the question as he was halfway through the leap, what if you disappointed him?
What if he asked you to be sent away?
Then you looked down to the chronometer, he was already almost two seconds earlier than usual.
A smile started to grow on you, the excitement filling your veins.
The sound of the engine roaring beautifully, you made it!
Then it happened, some smoke raised up to the sky, one of the wheels snapped, the breath died in your throat.
The car flexed on side but Niki controlled it and guided it against the sandy side of the track that slowed it down until it stopped.
“He was breaking his record” the head mechanic sighed “now he is just going to break our balls”
Niki moved out of the car throwing his helmet on the ground pushing off roughly anyone that tried to help him or check if he was hurt, some of the mechanics moving to the tow truck to recollect the car, Niki moving past you, his face tense and his posture of someone ready to snap some necks. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day, nobody talked about him, nobody mentioned anything as the storm will fall on all of the team the next day.
Now it was the head mechanic to face it for all of you.
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That night you stayed over time, the other colleagues told you to just go home, to not let the thing sink of you, to look at it with fresh eyes and all those circumstantial phrases people gift you when they try to cheer you up. 
As always on the floor, you had now the chance to spread the pieces out, collect them into branches of types and use. You pulled closer your notebook writing down the ideas and things to remember to check, the image of Niki almost crashing gutting you even if you soon realised it wasn’t your change that set off the wheel, but it was part of the cause, the car was now too powerful and the stress on the suspensions was deadly.
You yawned lightly pulling a catalogue of replacements parts trying to find the best mix you could manage, but you surely had to make up something about it. You didn’t expect to solve the problem or to find the solution for everything with a creative twist, but to, at least, plan a sequence of possibilities to present to your chief the next day.
A hand slowly leaning a mug of steaming coffee beside you.
You looked up to find Niki there, another cup in his hand, those messy curls calling to be touched, his impeccable style always winning you over with a dark turtleneck and his tweed jacket.
“Found the problem?” He asked sharply as always.
He was surprised to see you there, he spent the rest of the afternoon after the malfunction with the head mechanic and some of the administrators as he needed a solution in time for the upcoming race.
So he decided he couldn’t trust their promises and reassurances, but take the matter in his own hand, for a change. But when he arrived he saw the lights still on and you there. He was almost tempted to leave, it wasn’t a good moment to screw things with one of his most talented mechanics.
But you, again, were so into it, you looked so beautiful with your working jumpsuit and the hair messed up nibbling on that pen like it was a matter of life and death.
He couldn’t just let you stay so beautiful and alone, who knows who could approach you.
You nodded “I think so” you said showing him the piece, he leaned his head on side studying it 
“May I?”
You nodded as he took off his blazer before joining you on the floor, he crossed his legs, your knees touching as he stole those papers from your hand.
“Signal to the administration this night shift, or they won’t ever pay you” he muttered without looking away from the papers.
You smirked “I know, but it is more a matter of principle than money, I didn’t like the heart attack you gave me today”
You were surprised by your own words, maybe it was because you really were over caffeinated or just realising how it was the first time you were alone and how you felt comfortable around him. No, not comfort, it was trust, you trusted him.
He looked up from the papers up at you, he didn’t replied to your comment straightaway, he let it sink in, he let your presence sink in.
A one-sides smirk appeared on his lips
“It is going to be a long night, then” Tagged @cazzyimagines @lieutenantn @handmaiden-of-mischief@thesunflowersutra Let me know if you want to get added <3
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cazimagines · 3 years
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Niki Lauda x Ferrari's first female engineer/mechanic hcs
Request: Could I request Niki Lauda x Ferrari’s first female engineer/mechanic? It was the 70s so even though she really knows her stuff she gets a lot of crap, and even though they vibe on cars she doesn’t take any from Lauda. She really loves what she does, the kind to stay up all night to finish or fix or tinker with something but usually catches a ride with Niki after races cuz she finds the afterparties boring/pretentious. Hope this isn’t too specific! -🦇
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- You had fought tooth and claw to get where you were. Ferrari's first female engineer. Just thinking over it made you feel giddy. Ever since you were a child you were obsessed with cars and wanted to build them all. At a young age, you started making go-karts, riding them down your street. You would go searching for scraps at the local garage to improve your own kart and then race it against the neighbour's kids. While you enjoyed the ride, the feel of the wind rushing by your face as you travel speedily, you knew your heart always belonged to the actual making of the kart rather than racing
- You were always found around the local garage, and the men were kind enough to show you around and teach you skills, they found it amusing that such a young girl showed interest in such things. They saw it as a little hobby that you would grow out of one day, but they were wrong. This wasn't just a phase, it wasn't just a hobby. It was something you were passionate about and you were determined to follow it through
- And so you did. It had taken a lot. Men didn't like it that a woman was proving better than them. Showing them up. At all chances, they tried to pull you down, prevent you from getting far but even they couldn't deny the skill you had for engineering. In the end, their need for a good engineer won out against their misogyny and you were allowed to join the team. A lot of the men there still treated you like crap, never acknowledging your good work and treating you as if you were an idiot but you knew just being there you were an inspiration for other women who wanted to go into similar professions and you weren't going to give that up. Plus their remarks were easy to ignore until one certain guy came along
- You, like most of the team, scoffed at the fact that this guy Niki had to buy himself into F1. You had all joked around that he wouldn't last the season. He was just a rich boy using daddy's money to have some fun. And maybe Niki knew what was being said of him because he was quick to disprove these things. You had started to admire him, seeing just how skilled he was at driving. That was until he joined Ferrari.
- To give it to him, he didn't seem to mind that you were a female, at least if he did he never vocalized that. He did however choose to critique you and all of your team on everything they did to the car, constantly telling you what you were doing wrong and how you were costing him the races to Hunt. His arrogance pissed you off to no end
- You'd be working on adjusting the engine so it wouldn't fail from the speed it was having to push the car. He'd become up behind you, crossing his arms and shaking his head in annoyance. 'Your doing it wrong' he'd state. 'I'm the engineer, you're the driver' you'd bite back and his eyes would flicker to yours in anger. 'I know my car better than you. That's why all my improvements make my racing better, whereas yours just makes me as mediocre as Hunt'
- You'd throw the spanner to the ground in anger and stand up to glare at him, only inches apart, 'If you think you're improvements are so good why don't you just fire me and do the engineering yourself' 'Fine, I will if all you are going to give is a bitchy attitude towards me' you scoff at his words and storm off
- You thought that was it. That was the end of your time at Ferrari. But your resignation never came. You'd stay on. And it wasn't as if Niki had forgotten you existed. No, he started appearing even more when you were working on the cars. Criticizing you, undoing your hours of work and just being plain rude. It leads to many arguments with him, usually with you telling him to fuck off and yet he never got you fired and it confused you to no end.
- Because you enjoyed working on the cars so much, and how you wanted to prove to Niki that you were a good engineer, you would stay after hours most nights working on the car. The team didn't care, they usually left you alone, thinking you were stupid for wanting to spend more time there than you had already. On one night there was a party being hosted for Niki winning another race. You were invited but you didn't go, you hated the parties, usually because of the way the men treated you
- So you were working on the car when the lights were turned on in the garage and Niki's booming voice rang out, 'Who's there?' you appeared from under the car looking at him confused,' Aren't you supposed to be at the party?' 'I could say the same thing to you' is all he would reply. You would tell him you were just finishing up on some work and would be leaving in a minute. You expected him to leave you alone but instead, he waited till you were done. 'How are you getting home?' he asks as he starts to walk next to you. 'The bus?' you say, finding this very situation extremely weird as for once he wasn't insulting you. 'The bus is crap, it takes ages to get you anywhere and it's getting dark. I'll take you home' you were shocked, to say the least.
- You tried to argue against it but somehow you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car and you quietly drive down the road, the awkwardness of the situation affecting both of you. 'You hate parties, even if they are your own?' you say finally breaking the silence, 'I enjoy parties, but I find the people insufferable' he simply replies back. 'Yes you seem to find everyone on the team insufferable, I'd assume me the most'
- Keeping his eyes on the road, his grip on the wheel tightens slightly. 'I don't find you insufferable' 'By the way all the work I do never seems to be good enough for you that was enough for me to believe that', he rolls his eyes as you speak. 'Your work is okay, but it can be better if you actually try'. 'I do try!' you exclaim but he just shakes his head, 'Not enough'
- Finally, you arrive at home, you turn to look at him, preparing to bite back the bitter feeling in your mouth and thank him when he says 'You can get out now'. You throw up your middle finger at him as you leave the car making him chuckle
- This incident somehow started a routine for you two. Niki realised it wasn't just that day but most days you choose to stay after hours, and suddenly he started staying after hours as well. At first, he would do the usual and just tell you everything you were doing wrong, then offer you a lift home. But soon he started helping you out, making adjustments together, and though you hated to admit it he was right with his suggestions, they made the car better. But in the same way, he was helping you improve your knowledge, and he started occasionally giving you compliments on your work, though very rare.
- He'd always offer you a lift home and honestly how could you refuse to ride with an F1 driver, even if he drove really slow on actual roads. Your conversations slowly switched from insulting each other to actually talking about common interests and joking around as if you were good friends
- Then you started to feel more, like when he was helping you on the car, and he would move past you, his hand resting on your waist briefly. Or when you would both lean over to grab something and his hand would come in contact with yours, and you would both stare at each other for a moment before he tells you to remove your hand.
- You started to actually celebrate when he won races, and not just because it was your team winning. He'd come out of the car and his eyes would first be on yours, smiling excitedly at another race won and seeing you cheer him on. Then when he was giving his winning speech and his eyes flicker to you, 'And I couldn't have won this race without the work from my team, specifically our main and first female engineer y/n'
- You could never explain the pure joy and happiness you felt at that moment. But it was very similar to the same feeling you got when you two were working on the car the next day and he asks you to look at him. For once in his life, his cocky attitude had gone away and he looked nervous but pulling himself together, he grasped the back of your neck with his hand and pulled you forward, hips lips coming to rest on yours.
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would you do hcs for niki x james hunt x reader?
So looking at this it could be read as either Niki and James competing for the reader orrrr Niki, James and the reader in a poly relationship. I assume anon probably meant the first one so I'll go with that but I don't mind the second option either 👀
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- News spread like wildfire when it was revealed for this next year of F1 there would be a female racer on the track. There hadn't been one for a long time now, usually, a male-dominated sport so it was exciting for everyone to predict how you would do.
- Most didn't expect you to do well, rather you were purely there for the feminists. That didn't stop them from spreading rumours about how you would interact with the other races. Especially James. Most were already running the story that the two of you would end up together before you had even met him.
- You were hyped to get onto the track for the first race. Wanting to prove all of those reporters wrong. You were a dam good driver and you will show it to their misogynistic asses.
- As you were in the garage preparing one of the other drivers came over to speak to you. His Austrian accent rang out as he asked if you felt prepared today. You two had a casual conversation, with him really trying to suss out if you were really a serious driver or just there for the women. You could see it in his eyes as he observed you, the cogs in his mind-twisting as he judged you and everything you said. Finally, he let you go through to focus back on your car, wishing you a polite but lacklustre 'good luck'
- As you were leaving the garage to get into your car the most famous playboy drivers approached you, already wrapping his arm around your shoulder invading your personal space. James Hunt. He was very loud but as he wished you good luck you could tell he meant it. He joked about all the news said about the two of you, and you felt yourself awkwardly laughing back.
- The race went exceptionally well for you, after all, you came in first. Which was unheard of for first time F1 racer. You had to take risks to get the podium, almost causing a few crashes as you slipped past Niki and James but boy did it feel good to see the disbelief faces of everyone. James was more accepting, congratulating you and hitting you on the back while Niki held back suspicious of you. He was annoyed at losing of course, though at least it wasn't to James.
- He came up to congratulate you when fewer people were around to see. He asked you lots of questions about how you choose to drive, any adjustments you made to the car and if you were correct he seemed almost impressed by you.
- The party after was wild. You celebrated with most of the drivers, though you spent most of your time around James. As you spoke to him more you came to find him as a decent fellow, yes he was bullish, arrogant but he has a kindness streak to him as well, one that often got covered up by his playboy attitude.
- You asked him about Niki, confused as to why you couldn't see him about and he told you how Niki rarely attended parties. You felt a bit put out but you could understand why you enjoyed parties especially one all about you but they weren't everyone's scene.
- Afterwards, you won some races, you lost some of them. The news reports about you changed from which driver you would be fucking to now a three-way rivalry between you, James and Niki. But it wasn't really like that. Niki and James did have some sort of rivalry between them, they didn't really like being around you but you got on with both of them just fine.
- With James, you and him would attend parties, drink a lot, let loose. He was someone you could have a fun time with. Not that you too had gone any far with anything. You knew he looked handsome, and it had told you that he found you beautiful but nothing had ever progressed further after that.
- With Niki things were a lot calmer. He enjoyed talking to you and you enjoyed talking back. He could be an asshole. In fact, often he was. But you found a kindness within him as well, one he'd never admit to but it was there. You talked mechanics and racing with him at first, something you two had in common and he liked hearing about what you thought of everything but soon conversations diverted. You two found you could get into a thrilling discussion about anything, even if you two didn't have the same opinions you could debate it with him and you both found it fascinating listening to each other's thoughts and opinions.
- When the next race was in Austria, Niki's homeland he offered to take you out, showing you around. You didn't know whether to consider it a date. He never called it a date and had never truly seen him take a romantic interest in you so you just assumed it was more friendly than anything.
- The time out you two spent together was lovely though. He insisted on paying for everything. He showed you all of his favourite places, his favourite restaurants. At night he walked along the street beside you and told you how much he admired you and your driving making you flustered. But that was as far as anything went.
- The race in Austria went worse though. You didn't mind not coming first but you knew things weren't going to be great when James beat Niki on his own turf. Niki stormed off after the race before anyone got a chance to say anything to him to instead you stayed by James who insisted on celebrating with you.
- A little while later after a lot of drinks you and James were walking past the garages, giggling when he turned to you. James told you just how much he found you beautiful. How every time he saw in the car, driving, he wanted nothing more to do than kiss you. And kiss you he did. It felt nice, his lips tasted of the alcohol you had both consumed but it felt passionate and heavy.
- It didn't last long though as both of you heard a cough beside you. Looking over your eyes widen in shock to see Niki standing beside you, looking pissed. "Please don't mind me" he growls, "If you wouldn't take up the whole sidewalk though as you fuck each other I'd appreciate that"
- You instantly pulled away from James and tried to explain to Niki but he pushed past you without a second glance, his loud footsteps echoing down the street.
- The next day he did come to see you like he usually did, and then the next day after that. Now he seemed to avoid you whenever he could and within meetings he was always rude and talked down to you about your ideas no matter how many times James told him to shove off
- At one press conference a journalist asked about the rumour of you and James dating to Niki and he told them back that he didn't care who the racer whore fucked. After that the news was a wildfire, debating who you must have been hooking up with, what the situation was between you and James. They weren't nice about you, as if they were looking for a reason to bring you down and Niki gave them the perfect ammunition. Some even speculated that there was a love triangle going on between you and Niki and that you had chosen James over Niki, and they weren't wrong
- You were so mad at Niki. You ran to confront him, yelling at him for doing that, ruining your life and he fought back at how you were just like every other common slut who just wanted to bang James. Eventually, James came in and defended you, punching Niki in his face for the words he said.
- There were many reasons why you started to date James. Yeah you thought he was handsome, he was fun to be around, he liked you back. But more than anything it was to get the press to stop speculating on your love life. Not that dating James made it much better but at least they stopped calling you a whore.
- He was a playboy though. In your heart, you knew this but a part of you had hoped things would have been different with you. That he actually liked you but things were not meant to be. You don't think he even made it into a month of the relationship before he hooked up with someone else.
- You thought things could have worked between you but the pain of knowing you weren't even enough for him caused you two to break up. You didn't love him but you had liked him a great deal and for him to break your trust hurt you a lot.
- That's why your mind wasn't in the race, that's why you made a too of a sharp turn, that's why you ended up crashing into the side of the wall and flipping over smashing the car and hitting your head.
- Things were fuzzy, you weren't sure what was going on but you could see F1 drivers rushing over to you. One was asking you things but you couldn't understand, he undid your buckles and carefully pulled you out of the car, carrying your bridal style. Just as his name came into focus you passed out. Niki Lauda.
- You weren't sure how long it had been till you woke up again. But when you woke up he was by your side, looking anxiously at you, clutching a bunch of flowers within his hands. For your whole recovery, he was beside you, supporting you every day, apologising to you for everything he said, everything he did. And once you recovered the world got introduced to the most dangerous but loving racing couple they had ever seen.
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cazimagines · 3 years
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Brühl headcanons with a S/o who’s in recovery /dealing with for a eating disorder (I can only imagine Tony’s disappointment)
I haven't watched the film with Tony in yet though I have been meaning to, I'll go on what I know about him from clips I have seen and stuff I have read about him. Also, I know there are lots of different types of eating disorders so I'm basing this one around anorexia.
Warnings: Eating disorder
Zemo:
Zemo would understand the most. When he was younger he developed an eating disorder as well as because of who he was he had a lot of news following him and taking pictures of him in Sokovia and it made him very self-conscious to the point where he felt like he had to have the perfect body or he would be judged heavily and it lead to him starving himself a lot and overworking himself. He was able to recover from the eating disorder, even his time in prison helping and when he finds out you have an eating disorder he is determined to help you through it as well. He isn't harsh on you as he understands how hard it can be but he is encouraging in trying to get you to eat more, making lots of food for you at any chance he can get. He's your greatest motivator and when you do manage to eat more than usual he is showering you in compliments and telling you just how proud he is of you.
Laszlo:
The procedure of staving oneself has been something that is documented throughout time yet little was known about it. Laszlo had read a paper called "Anorexia Nervosa" and so based his own theories around that and figuring out how to treat you. Laszlo would be worried sick for you, anxious about how bad it was getting but he tried to keep up a cool appearance as he asked you lots of questions about it to try and figure out why you weren't eating as much and prescribing you the medical recommended in the paper. He would rub your back gently as he tried to convince you to eat some more food and he would be extremely gentle towards you. He would assure you that you would be okay, and he's been able to treat others with the same condition before, it just meant as your partner you would be getting more special treatment of gentle kisses.
Andrea:
Andrea would be very confused. He wouldn't exactly understand the reasoning behind why you weren't eating and it would upset him seeing how ill it was making you. Although he was rubbish in the kitchen he would constantly attempt to make more food for you, and this usually resulted in him accidentally burning or smashing something. He'd hug you tightly and whisper to you how worried he was and how he hoped you might eat some more soon as he hated seeing how ill it made you and every time he gave you those puppy dog eyes you tried your best to eat even just a little bit more for him and when he sees he would cover you in lots of kisses. He also takes you out to the beach a lot as everyone always says the smell of the sea is helpful for ill people so every day he insists you walk with him along the beach, hoping the smell of the sea helps you.
Niki:
Niki always kept by a strict diet. He knew how beneficial it was to eat healthily and it's what he needed to be able to do well in the races. He couldn't focus on driving if he was hungry. So you didn't tell him at first that you started eating less though he quickly caught on. At first, he made a few remarks about wasted food but once he realised this was something more serious he became more concerned. It was hard for him to be as kind but he did try to comfort you and ask you what was wrong. He'd spend a lot of money sending you to see help and he would be anxious to find out how you were as soon as he was out of the car. There were times when it was hard and Niki wouldn't say anything, he'd just wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you in tightly to him.
Tony:
As soon as Tony heard you were in the hospital he rushed away from work to get to you. When finding out what had caused it, he was deeply saddened. He blamed himself for not seeing how little you were eating, and he worried that it was because of him and his job, how dedicated he was to food that had affected you in some way. When you were out he was determined to try and help you. He got the best food to be made for you and sat beside you, helping you eat. He would reassure you about all the calories you were eating and that it wasn't too much but the healthy amount. He would recommend you certain types of food hoping you might feel more persuaded to eat them.
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cazimagines · 3 years
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Niki Lauda x M!racer
Request from anon: Could you do a Niki x male reader where the reader is Niki and hunts competition and Niki struggles with his feelings toward the reader because they are supposed to be each other’s competition and the reader thinks the same thing but eventually they get over it start dating then they just bully hunt
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- The news lapped up all the drama between the free of you. Every race was exciting to see who would win this time, would it be Niki? Or perhaps James Hunt? Or even y/n? Tensions ran high between all of you. You were all rivals and annoyed each other to know end when each other stole the victory
- James was the heartthrob, winning people over with his charisma and his good looks whereas Niki was often disliked for his bluntness and snide appearance. You were the middle ground between them, you had your fair share of fans, mainly girls fawning over you (not that you cared about any of them) and you could be charismatic when you want to be but you weren't afraid to speak your mind either, and that happened more often than not when coming face to face with Niki
- You and Niki would often butt heads on issues, anything you would suggest at the meetings he would argue against. It was starting to feel personal to you about how much he tried to disagree with you and get in arguments with you.
- After one such meeting, you chase after him as he heads back to the garage, determined to question him as to why he always disagreed with you, more than Hunt. 'What the hell Niki, I was completely justified in what I was suggesting. Why were you arguing against it?' you call out, 'It was idiotic he replies in that Austrian accent of his, not even bothering to turn around and face you. 'It's common decency to look at someone when speaking to them' you shout out, grasping his shoulder to turn him around. He grabs your hand and shoves it off him, glaring angrily at you. 'Don't fucking touch me again' he spits before storming off
- Things were not made better when you won that race. As you looked over to him he stuck his middle finger up at you, one which you gladly returned. Later that night you were just dressed in a white shirt and shorts which clung to you as you worked on your car. You felt the feeling of being watched so you pull yourself out from under the car to see Niki leaning on the wall beside you, observing you. He quickly looks away as if he was embarrassed at being caught staring.
- 'What do you want' you growl grabbing a towel to rub the oil off your hands, 'I came over to see if you were cheating, adding things you weren't supposed to on the car' you scoff at him 'Want to catch me out like you did with Hunt' 'If it means I win the races then yes', 'See that's why you don't have any friends Niki. F1 is more than just racing, yet you don't see that' you watched as Niki frowned at your comments, as if he was bothered by the fact that you pointed out his lack of friends. 'You're wrong y/n, f1 is all about racing and your so call friends wouldn't hesitate to throw you under the bus for a win'. 'Careful Niki, your starting to sound as if you care for what happens to me' Niki smirks, finally leaning off the wall and walking away, 'We can't have that now can we'
- The next session it was raining heavily and while Niki didn't want to race in it, saying it was too dangerous James wanted to and was swaying everyone to race in it. For once though you could see where Niki was coming from, that rain was too dangerous, the wheels would not be able to grip the track correctly. 'Niki's right, if we race there now there will certainly be a crash, likely a death' you address the rest of them. All eyes turn on you, including Niki's, shocked you would ever agree with him. 'Thank you y/n" he finally says, nodding at you.
- The race was called off though as you managed to sway the other racers much to James annoyance. And after then Niki started agreeing on issues with you at the meetings, especially if they went against what James wanted. The news was quick to pick up on this, running the stories of how a friendship was forming between two rivals to combat the other rival. And they weren't wrong, you and Niki started spending more time together outside. One particular happy memory of yours was when it was raining as you two walked back to garages, you were teasing him on his hair, quickly raising your hand to mess up the curls on his head. He quickly pushed your hand off, telling you to fuck off. And you couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or the rain but his cheeks appeared redder than usual.
- And James had to face double the sarcastic comments as you and Niki started teaming up to insult him and annoy him. Every time you'd see James storm off in annoyance you would look over at Niki and you two would start laughing at James reaction
- When you went to Austria for the next F1 race Niki actually offered to show you around. He knew the place like the back of his hand and took you to all the places he thought you would like. And he was right you loved walking around with him. One time you two were walking down a street when these men approached you two. They didn't seem to recognise who you and Niki were but that didn't matter as they started shouting homophobic comments at you and Niki and pushing you two.
- There had certainly been progress for LGBT+ in recent years, with things like the stonewall riots but things were far from perfect. You were comfortable with your sexuality however you were not able to tell anyone about it. If you did you were sure to be kicked off the team. So when those men started shouting at you, calling you homophobic slander you were surprised that Niki instantly was defending you two. Telling the men if they wanted to pick a fight then he's will happily punch them in the face.
- That is what leads you to help carry Niki back to the apartment he was staying in as he tried to prevent the blood from flowing from his nose. You and Niki had put up a good fight but unfortunately, there were more men than you and Niki could cope with. It made your heart warm though at the thought of him defending you and LGBT+ and it made you wonder. But you couldn't risk it, not even for a second could you risk it.
- Niki asked you to stay over in his room, his excuse was that it would be your fault if he choked on his own blood as he slept. But you left. You knew what would happen if you stayed and you couldn't go through that. Not risk your and Niki's positions on your teams.
- Things grew slightly distant between the two of you again after that. Things went back to the way they were before, with neither of you mentioning that night. But the looks of longing were clear. The way you would try to sneak looks over at Niki during conferences just to find him already staring at you.
- At the end of the year Niki managed to win the championship, and though you expected to be upset and losing out, you couldn't find it within you to be sad because you were happy for Niki. His team swarmed him, celebrating his victory and you hardly able to get a word of congratulations in. So instead you return back to your empty garage to work on your car
- You hear a knock though and look up to see Niki standing there, the wrath of flowers over his neck and his trophy cup under his arm. 'Perhaps next time you will win' he says as he walks over to you, his usual cocky attitude seemingly disappearing. 'Perhaps, but now it's your victory and you should be out celebrating rather than spending it here' you tell him as you hold out your hand to shake. He grasps your hand, shaking it but not letting go, 'There is no one else I'd want to spend it with, rather than you' he mutters. 'Niki...' you start but he cuts you off, 'I don't want us to become enemies again y/n. You're not an idiot, you know how I feel about you. If you don't want that then let go of my hand now and I'll know. But if by a chance you like me back hold on. Don't let go of me'
- You hold onto his hand. You don't let go. Swallowing his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and you lean forward brushing your lips up against his, finally expressing the feelings you've had him for a long time, and he finally was able to show all the feelings he had for you back.
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So, I just woke up from a power nap with only one (1) thought: passing a cheesy line on Niki and see what happens.
I am at work and supposed to be focused but this is hunting me.
So let’s think about it:
Imagine you’re still not a thing with Niki, you meet, your argue, that’s it.
Maybe you work at the administration of Ferrari, you’re the one that holds the money bag and Niki is always after you because he wants to make more changes and you have to remind him that money doesn’t grow on trees, therefore he has to keep winning with what he has to get more founds from the sponsors and do all the expensive alterations he likes.
So one afternoon you are out of your office, maybe leaving the building to get your lunch outside and you find him waiting for you in the parking lot.
You know what he wants, he wants to argue more and tell you how he really needs to buy that lavish terminal box because it is lighter and so the car goes faster and you lose at least the amount of weight he needs to gain the speed he wants.
You know him too well, he will get fixated on something else as soon as you agree with this. There’s always something new to buy.
He stays there leaning on the side of your car, he wants to talk to you and, as he says always, bring more sense to your dry administrate mind.
You can foresee it.
His eyes darts over you, his index finger ready to raise up in his usual ‘listen and learn’ kind of attitude, his lips ready to speak up.
And then you go:
“Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you”
And he stands there, he forgot all his big mechanic speech, his attitude gone, his eyebrows furrow together. You can almost hear his brain disconnecting and reconnecting, glitching, and all his knowledge of English language suddenly put in doubt over that simple catch phrase. He opens his mouth, breath being inhaled. You smirk, you won his silence, you won him.
Oh, you won’t ever let him outlive that.
“Get in the car Lauda, I don’t have all day”
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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years
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what disney movies i’d make the danny bunch watch with me
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me: soph you have so many good, promising wips in your drafts!! finish those first!! also me: im sad and tired and i just buried two of my grandparents i need this🤍🤍 lol i apologize in advance and im so sorry i haven’t come out with much, it’s been a long 2 weeks
zemo: WE’RE WATCHING FROZEN 2. FOR WHAT REASON? IDK I JUST LOVE THAT MOVIE AND WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT WITH HIM. i think zemo would recognize it’s absolutely phenomenal and breathtaking cinematography like i do because ✨he’s an observant and appreciative babe✨ also what if he can translate “all is found” into like, sokovian?🥺🥺 and it’s probably funny because he probably gets into the habit of humming it and one day sam hears him and is like “…is that frozen 2?” and zemo’s like “…maybe it is…” and sam would just kinda look at him and nod and just move on. but yes im watching frozen 2 with zemo (also side note sam is probably one of those people who thinks frozen 1 is better and i would definitely work my ass off to convince him otherwise)
alex kerner: treasure planet treasure planet treasure planet. i mean come on- he’s got that whole space obsession thing going on and plus alex has got MAJOR jim vibes. i think he would enjoy that movie (even though he would probably claim he doesn’t) but like im sure on the inside he wishes/imagines he’s jim and is doing all the space stuff that happens in the movie. you’d probably come home one day to him watching it with paula and you’d be like “hm, thought you didn’t like this movie that much?” and he’d be like “well i mean… i-it’s a kid’s movie, so…”
niki lauda: i know what you’re thinking; cars. nope. i absolutely refuse. this man will be watching luca with and will be respectfully keeping his mouth shut the entire time. there will be no disrespect coming out of that mouth during the course of the movie, and he will let me soak his shirt in tears at the end when im sobbing against his chest. he’d probably ask questions like “why didn’t the boy just run away sooner? it seems easy enough” or like, critique the vespa driving abilities of children (“niki these are fake children, calm down”), but he would probably like it on the inside and would warm up to it the more he watches it
jan weingartner: okay we’re watching the emperor’s new groove. it’s a classic and it’s just really funny, and the easiest for you to somehow relate to capitalism for him when he asks what the point of watching this movie is. “not that i don’t love watching movies with you, but remind me what significance this movie has to capitalism?” “well… like,,, uh,,- kuzco like, wants to move pacha and his family and their village out so he can build his summer home, and that’s like, really crappy. and plus he like, is a bitch to everyone in his kingdom or whatever, so…” “that was a major stretch, but you’re lucky this movie is cute i guess”
laszlo kreisler: I’D MAKE THIS BITCH WATCH COCO WITH ME. HANDS DOWN. i think he would think the songs and the representation of the culture are beautiful, and tbh he’d probably cry just as much as all of us did when we watched it for the first time (and im assuming y’all cried too because if you didn’t then im gonna have to question your character). i think considering everything he deals with, having a movie like this to go to would almost like, give him comfort because even though not everyone celebrates dia day los muertos or believes that that’s where people go in the afterlife, it’s something for him to kinda cling on to? anyway, this man is a coco bitch and i will accept no arguments
andrea marowski: tangled for this baby. i think he would like the absolutely BEAUTIFUL music, and would like the plot and the characters. i think “i see the light” would make him cry and i think he’d learn “the kingdom dance” on violin because uhm hello it’s beautiful? i think that movie makes that baby’s serotonin boost because, i think he’s like a rapunzel variant almost. he gives me her vibes. they both just have hearts of gold and i think he would love watching that movie and it would become a comfort movie for him
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cazimagines · 3 years
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Thank you so so much for the engineer headcanons! If I could request again for Niki Lauda? Could I get HCs for them reestablish physical affection/intimacy after his accident? Like I imagine his (gn) partner would have to be careful not to hurt him when the burns are still fresh & he might recoil a bit after seeing the scarring (& hearing people talk about it like in the movie) until they remind him like ‘hey I know a lot of things have changed but the fact I love you isn’t one of them’ & maybe they end up more affectionate than before - 🦇
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Of course! Thank you for the requests bat anon, they are always so detailed! 😊
- The crash was the subject of all your nightmares. Every night you would wake up to see him crashing all again. Seeing his body disappear in the fire. You could feel the harrowing feeling of sickness and worry as they drag his unmoving body out of the car. Even at the distance they kept you at, you could see the blood, the melted skin and you knew things would never be the same.
- Now you were sitting next to his body in the hospital. It had been four days and he has still not woken up. You held his hand in yours as he laid there, and it was odd but you don't think you had ever held his hand this long before. Physical intimacy, apart from times in the bedroom, was rare for him. You knew he cared for you, he just didn't understand how often you needed to be reassured or treated nicely because of it
- Bandages covered his face tightly to the point where you could hardly see him. Maybe that was the point. When you had asked about the injuries on his face the doctors grimaced. They didn't want to tell you the extent of it and that was enough for you to know it was bad. They assured you that they had worked hard to heal it, treat the injuries as best as they could but the scaring would still remain.
- You were by his side when you felt his hand twitch in yours. You instantly looked over to see his eyes fluttering open. Pain swarming them instantly but when they glanced over to see you, there was a relief.
- You quickly went to get the doctors who told you to wait outside while they checked upon him. When they were done though you were allowed back in and you refused to leave for four hours. You rambled to him about anything, said anything in your mind, how worried you were for him, how much you loved him, how you would never leave him. He could hardly speak back, just gurgle but the way he squeezed your hand in his was enough for you to know he appreciated it. He appreciated more than you would ever know.
- It pained you to hear the yelps of pain coming from him as they removed the bandages. The way he grunted, practically screaming out in pain every time they moved a little bit from his burns. It broke your heart. You loved Niki and you loved the passion he had for the sport but at that moment, seeing how pained he was, you wished nothing more than that he never took up racing again.
- But it was Niki Lauda. Of course, he would. Much sooner than anyone had anticipated.
- You were with him every step of the recovery and you begged him not to, or at least wait till next year when he had recovered more but he couldn't wait, not when he was seeing James Hunt win those races and in the end, you didn't have the heart to tell him no. It made you worry with sick seeing him go back into that car again, his burns still aching as he wore the helmet but you were also so proud of him. So proud of his determination, courage, strength.
- Things were harder for the two of you though in many ways, especially intimately. Before while he lacked affection outside of the bedroom, she certainly made up for it inside. What they said about F1 drivers was true, even out of the car they had to go fast, and with the pent, frustration, he had every time James won a race or annoyed him, he would express with you that night, if you even made it to the bedroom that is.
- But since the accident, it was like his sex drive had vanished. At first, you were careful around him, anxious you might hurt him and that's why for the first few months but after that, you tried to instigate something he would brush it off, or even worse he would leave the room. He chooses to sleep on the sofa rather than in a bed with you when you tried to start something and it hurt you for you didn't know what was wrong. Did he not find you appealing anymore?
- The press were always following you and Niki, speculating about the two of you. Both you and Niki were private people and that's why the news wanted to know everything about the two of you. Now with Niki looking the way he did they were nothing if not tormenting towards you and Niki. Rumours speculated about the deterioration of your marriage, that you were cheating on him, even some claiming you were cheating on him with James!
- Everything came ahead one day in a press conference. "What did your partner say when they saw your face?" the journalist confronted Niki. You were watching from the sidelines and felt dread and anger pool in you from those words. "They said, sweeties, you don't need a face to drive. Only a right foot"
- Niki was good at laughing things off, he was brash, straight to the point but this journalist wouldn't let go of this. "I'm being serious. Do you really think your marriage can survive? With the way you look now?"
- The room became dead silent as anger flickered in Niki's eyes. "And I'm being serious, too. Which of your assholes said this?" but no one dared to speak up, "Fuck you, press conference is over" he spat out, tearing his microphone off and quickly storming out of the room where you swiftly followed.
- You called out to him yet he continued to walk. It was only when you grasped ahold of his hand did he finally stop to talk, and even then he refused to look at you, instead glaring at the side. "Niki what have I done wrong?" you murmur. "Was it something I said?" you ask but he shakes his head, "No love, it's not you" "Then what?" you ask attempting to raise your hand to cradle his face but he flinches away from your touch but he finally looks you in the eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not stupid. I know I look like shrivelled walnut. I don't want you to pity fuck me or pretending to like how I look"
- "I don't care about your appearance Niki. I'm not fickle like that. I love you for who you are, the asshole underneath. Now stop being such a cry baby and kiss me already" you argue, a new fire in your eyes determined to make Niki realise just how much you care.
- He looks back at you with admiration, his doubts about himself, his appearance slowly flowing away as he looks into your lustful eyes. Leaning down he finally kisses you and in the backrooms of the garage, you lose yourself to each other, letting out all the pent us lust you two had.
- After that, you two were more affectionate, more than before his accident. Hand holding, hugs, kisses. He showed you with everything after realising just how much you cared for him and how much he loved you back. Even the press were posting news articles where they got pictures of you two being affectionate and for once you two didn't mind being in the public eye, as long as everyone knew how in love you two were and how you weren't going to let each other go.
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babybluebex · 3 years
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danny bunch hc night!
ok so,,, i feel like suffering,,,
send in your danny bunch headcanons!!
characters included are:
alex kerner
andrea marowski
niki lauda
laszlo kreizler
baron helmut zemo
ernst schmidt
alex garel
david kern
sebastian zöllner
checo
padre domingo
and daniel brühl himself !
i'll answer as many as i can before midnight CDT, and then i'll work thru them for the rest of the week!
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