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Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

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[profeyandere]

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐋. ─── ☾ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

Masterlist || Daniel Brühl Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning: Mentions of anxiety attacks, taunts, nervousness, mentions of an accident, mentions of burns, mentions of operations.

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Reader

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Niki was aware that he had been the most recognized driver of the season, something that he did not doubt at the beginning of the season due to his victory the previous year and his championship title. Many were going to praise him for his superb racing performance, but by 1976, he had been recognized for something other than his superb and slightly careful driving, having stood out among the other competitors for always being mindful of the risks involved each race would carry with it a certain amount of danger, or they could have even named him in various magazines over the months to talk about his rivalry with James, being a topic that was talked about a lot during conferences, or even his way of being so surly with the rest of the participants in the race, being nicknamed in different ways for this. But this time, it was for various reasons that publicists and distinct media tried to get an interview with the well-known Formula 1 driver, and it's not like you'd have to be smart enough to know why. You only had to see Niki, his physique, and the reasons why the man was now being so valued after the competition had ended was summed up by seeing his face. The Austrian knew that he had never been considered the most graceful man on the entire planet, not even in Europe or Austria, but he had enough confidence in himself not to give importance to the comments of his fans, and those who were not so much, and it did not depend in any sense on public opinion; if that had been the case, it is most likely that he would have already gone into depression due to the number of fans of the sport who insulted him for being the rival of another runner or for his very different personality compared to other pilots. The bad thing happened with that happy accident that changed his life so radically, with which he almost lost it due to the great pride that prevented him from withdrawing from the race before the catastrophe happened, merely guided by the desire to shut up James Hunt, and to those who had suggested that he was a coward for simply wanting to cancel the race due to the dire conditions in which the German track was found after the heavy rain that was suffering that first day of August. That same thing caused not only his life to have been hanging by a thread, even the fact that he could have left the good woman who had become his friend and who had accompanied him that day to encourage him in his career helpless, but also all confidence and self-esteem that he had vanished in the same way that the rain did when his car had gone up in flames. The Austrian not only had to deal with an intense recovery for five weeks while hoping to get back on the racetrack, but the shame that he would have to spend the rest of his life while people looked not at him, but at the grafts placed in some areas of his hands that were not so visible but were on his head and a large part of his face; somehow, many likened that transplanted skin to a strange meat mask, as if he were a human raccoon. It was a cruel joke, and Lauda knew that he had to get used to it as soon as possible, even if he wanted the majority of the world's population to focus more on his professional achievements or the masterful way in which he had managed to survive before on something so superficial as his new skin was or his appearance very similar to that of a bald rat; this last similarity, although it relieved the tension of many, further irritated the man in question who had suffered the accident.

He had only longed to silence the mouths of those who had always seen him as a coward, even more so after what happened, but he only received the occasional mockery, the incessant glances of the fans to see what was under his cap, the softer comments from his racing team, and the pity of those closest to him. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and in the great photo session to which he had been invited to be able to cover the latest Formula 1 book where everything that happened during the season would be mentioned, with several unpublished interviews from all the runners of the year with images of their respective cars and analysis of these and various graphics where a view of all the tracks in which they had participated would be offered with the position of each one of the participants, and various extra and curious data that could call the attention of the fans, is where the ineptitude of some of the high positions of the media was most appreciated. "Scheisse," the pilot muttered to himself as he tried to calm down, noticing how his right leg was trembling violently as a result of the nerves he was having at that precise moment, clenching his teeth to the point of thinking that if he exerted a little more pressure between them, it would end up breaking them.

If Niki's mind could already reach unimaginable speeds when he was on the race track while fighting for glory, in moments of nervousness and anxiety that very rarely reached him, it caused his mind to distort any element of reality and begin to imagine the worst possible scenarios. Niki hated with all his soul the anxiety that the accident had caused him. Many advised him to go to a mental health specialist, even if by then psychology was not classified as an exact science even though a part of it was medically and clinically oriented, but he supposed that it was unnecessary because he survived, he didn't understand what trauma the accident that hadn't already affected him could cause him, but when he began to feel his first wave of anxiety hit him after his first post-recovery race, he knew it wasn't going to be a one-shot thing time. The symptoms of the anxiety attacks returned to him suddenly with the discussion between him and the director of the magazine, the latter being the one who constantly insisted that Niki take off the red cap that always accompanied him, whether it was within the circuit of races or during interviews and even in his day to day if he was going to be seen in public. The fact that Lauda revealed his scars, his grafts, was something that everyone longed to see and, if the magazine had those very special images that everyone wanted to see, they were sure that finally someone else would want to buy it just to see because of the morbidity they caused injuries from your accident. That damned cap —Niki thought constantly— that damned accident had been what had destroyed his life, and people only wanted to have something from him because of the disgust or ridicule he could cause in others. In a moment of anger, completely irrational and driven by the stress that the situation had caused him, Niki forcefully grabbed his mythical red cap with small patches from his different sponsors and held it in his hands, being able to see in these the small scars of his operation and light skin graft due to how extreme his injuries had been in some other areas of his body. There were many emotions that he felt at once that finally caused an explosion inside him when, without even letting him think for a second about his actions, he angrily threw his cap towards the door of the small trailer that they had used to want to do some of his makeup. The already discovered areas of the grafts would impact the spectators even more, and they would be noticed as reddish or more reddish than they already were, being the place where he could also dress in what they had chosen for him, among which a suit stood out careers similar to his but not completely identical, while the other garments were rather mundane and unremarkable, darker and less conspicuous.

He saw in himself nothing more than a simple wrinkled raisin with huge teeth. If in itself he had caused laughter among the crowd due to his large incisors that made him look like a rat, being nicknamed "The Rat King" for this very reason, the fact that half of his face was covered by skin from other parts of his body and his head were still slightly wrapped on a few occasions by bandages to keep the area not so irritated by the friction of the cloth against the grafts had caused the laughter to multiply and now it was louder than ever.

"Mr. Lauda," a sweet and calm voice called him, your voice, one of the photographers who had witnessed the entire discussion with remarkable surprise while ignoring her boss's instructions to take pictures of him unsuspectingly while trying to remove his cap. Niki did not want to see anyone, much less someone belonging to the team of that moron who was in charge of that important magazine, even if you had refused to ridicule him like some of those present, "They are waiting for you on the photography set. Well, more like me, who pays me for this, in addition to the lighting equipment, costumes, and makeup." Your shaky voice caught his attention, and when he finally turned his icy blue gaze on you, he could make out how you had an awkward half-smile that might once have amused him, but now it only made him feel strange as he I could make out how you nervously drummed your fingers on the camera that you held in your little hands. He had been received in the same way by other people, making sure that the eyes of his interlocutors always moved away from his irises and focused on other areas of his face; he was embarrassing and intimidating. "Tell your boss to put the photographs where they fit. I'm going to get out of here," he indicated sternly, seeing how your body seemed to stop its involuntary movement once your eyes seemed to rest on it intensely as if you were observing something fascinating or completely out of the ordinary. "What?" Niki didn't know why you didn't answer him, and it wasn't until he noticed that his cap was a few centimeters from your shoe that he was finally able to answer that question he had asked himself a few seconds ago. You were seeing him without a cap, you were witnessing something that he too much prevented the rest of the world from seeing, and that caused a feeling of weakness to run through his body whenever it happened.

Now, the roles had been reversed: You could judge him, and he had to shut up and endure your judgment of him. You witnessed the cold, distant look of the pilot turn to a fearful one, the same one you might see in a small child who has just witnessed the worst thing he could have imagined, or perhaps as a young boy who has just been discovered by his parents having found out that he had done something terrible; in either case, the feeling that Lauda was then transmitting was one of fear.

Your heart could not help but skip a beat because not only had the previous discussion brought the underlying feelings of everyone present to the surface, but you seemed to be one of the first people to have seen the physical state in which he was the driver after the big crash that shocked all fans of the sport; Just by remembering the images that your television had broadcast, you could notice how the hairs on your arm stood on end. There were mixed feelings, and in that caravan, Niki felt cornered and ashamed of having to deal with someone else's opinion, a smirk from another fan, or a derogatory comment from someone who thought he was a class jerk.

You acted in silence. You believed that the words were not necessary because perhaps he would end up misinterpreting them due to his state of nervousness and defense. You carefully bent down to pick up his cap, still holding your big professional camera in your other hand even though it was hanging from your neck by a strap, gently shaking the garment a little to remove any traces of dirt it had caught. As it fell to the ground, you approached the pilot to return it to him, placing it gently on the table in front of him next to your work object, smiling softly and kindly before taking a seat across from him in the old chair that he loved so much you had reused it during the last season; you had already made a mental note of changing it, you even swore you had mentioned it to one of the people in charge of the photo shoots, mainly because your butt was starting to hurt, and you had just sat down, so you did not want to imagine how the Austrian must feel in front of you or any of the other guests who had accepted this little job. By this point, while you were pondering the possibility that you might lose the shape of your ass, Niki had already put her cap back on, keeping her gaze on a different point in the room other than you. "I hope you don't consider leaving us here. He's an idiot, he's like that with everyone," you mentioned, being the first of the two to speak, showing your willingness to have a quiet conversation with him to address the issue that had led him to sit there, trying to run away from the gaze of other people. "If he thinks you have a flaw or something that he might get more people to buy the magazine, he'll do whatever it takes to show it, even if it's personal or makes the celebrity he's dealing with uncomfortable. I think he even once almost hid in the closet of this trailer just to get a picture of a Motocross rider so he could show the tattoo he had of his ex-girlfriend or something similar; when the guy in question found out, he almost sued us, and it didn't surprise me at all when we found out about it." Niki remained silent, watching you now as he tried to figure out the reason why you were still with him there. At that moment you wanted to be a fortune teller to find out what he was thinking or to have the power to disappear because you didn't think you could bear the Austrian's intense gaze for much longer. "I think he also made a pass like that to a woman he modeled for us, but I don't remember exactly what sport she was in," you muttered, trying to find a suitable topic of conversation, even if your mind wasn't quite sharp enough then to choose something in particular to make the tension between them vanish. But honestly, what conversation could arise between a racing driver and a photographer? Unless each other's respective fields were discussed, it was unlikely that anything genuine would come of that encounter. "I'd even swear something similar happened with Hunt, but it was with his shirt, and he didn't have much qualms about taking it off either, honestly," you continued, turning your gaze back to him when you realized how you seemed to have gotten so involved in your world that you hadn't even noticed how you had started to ramble, finally realizing that his intense gaze was for you to shut up and leave him alone. "Sorry."

A sigh escaped from Niki's lips. You felt bad. Why would you say otherwise? You heard your boss ask him on several occasions in an amusing way to remove his cap, in a way that was too nice for what that stubborn man you worked for really was, always getting a slightly uncomfortable but negative response from the pilot as he tried to keep a bit of composure in each of the photographs for which he was modeling until finally, you could distinguish during your short break a loud voice coming from the Austrian that surprised the entire production team. His thick Austrian accent stood out among the quieter English voices engaged in various conversations across the length and breadth of the set, and soon, the two men had found themselves surrounded by all the makeup, lighting, and set equipment as they tried to understand what was happening, barely being able to make out the words of the men who were shouting at the top of their lungs. Everything happened while Niki was talking calmly with your boss, the latter being the one who begged him more and more insistently to take off his cap so he could see his bandages and burns next to his grafts while a couple of your photography colleagues were they approached on the orders of the man who paid you intending to obtain something more than the rigid body of the Austrian as a cover photo; no, your boss wanted more and was eager to get it. In short, the rest did not need to be explained. Niki got pissed off, your boss started yelling at him, and the pilot couldn't find a safer place to be than in the trailer looking for a place to calm down before he got back in his car and got the hell out of there. In an act of empathy? You didn't even know if you could call it that, you placed your hand on the fabric of the shirt that covered your shoulder, gently caressing it while you felt the soft brush of the fabric against your soft skin and lacking the orange hue of your light natural tan. You frowned gently as you tried to stop your hand, it didn't seem to respond to your commands by itself, but you gently held the collar of your shirt so you could show him the graft that you also had, the product of a freak accident that in your time you tormented for having provoked, in some way trying to show him that he was not completely alone in that fight against what others might think or simply to make him see that that situation of anxiety and nervousness, lack of self-esteem and self-confidence, had no to suffer all alone. The look full of surprise from him captivated you.

His opaque blue eyes, barely visible thanks to the bill of his cap, seemed to shine with intensity when they found that part of your shoulder that was paler than the rest, distinguishing the places where the suture had joined a certain part of your healthy skin with the transplanted from another area of his body; That image reminded him of the same marks that he had suffered from seeing every time he looked in the mirror or when he saw his own hands. "It was a few years ago, quite a few to tell the truth," you indicated, smiling softly at him while you made sure of how your image seemed to have blocked him. "I was young and crazy, and I said to myself, why not play kitchen while the beans are cooking? I put my feet up on the little low bars that surrounded the kitchen and tipped over the entire pot of burning beans. They not only affected my shoulder but also my neck and head area a bit." Niki couldn't help but gently tilt her head to the left side, watching you part your hair from the side of your head a little to show him the small skin grafts in those already healed and lightly covered areas. He didn't understand how he hadn't noticed before. "Young?" He asked, being the only word you could hear coming from between his parted lips separated by his largest incisors, watching how he licked his slightly drier upper lip.

"At eighteen years old," you answered, suddenly hearing a strange snort escape from Niki that caused your mouth to open in surprise and indignation as if you were somehow annoyed by the sound she had just emitted. "Don't laugh. I told you she was young!" You heard the snort again, causing you to cross your arms in indignation while one of your eyebrows rose slightly, waiting for him to stop. He would simply settle into his chair and gently adjust the cap on his head, leaning forward as he reached for your camera and began fiddling with it in your hands. "Yes, but I didn't expect an adult to really be as 'crazy' as you mentioned. What went through your head to do something so dangerous and stupid?" Questioned Niki while a smile, finally sincere, appeared on her face, insulting you along the way for free. But, after all, that was Niki. Sincere. "If I told you. I am a very crazy woman, Mr. Lauda. Don't push your luck with me." Soon Niki's caravan was involved in a large number of funny anecdotes and strange laughter that caught the attention of many magazine workers who were waiting impatiently for the pilot to come out.

Marlene, the Austrian pilot's best friend, had gone to the photo session to bring him the yogurts that he had asked for before leaving his house, appearing confused as she did not know where her dear friend was, encountering a strange scene that caused her heart to leap with joy because Niki was smiling and laughing in the same way he had done before the accident, and recognizing your person as the cause of those natural expressions caused a feeling of happiness. They will settle on her chest. She was happy because finally, Niki seemed to have started to love himself as he listened to all your stories about your burn and just had to see through that little round glass how his cap was now resting on the table that separated you while He was chatting animatedly with you. Marlene only hoped that the same person who was now next to the Austrian would understand that his bluish gaze full of curiosity was not just due to a few silly jokes or absurd situations, but because of a much deeper feeling that had to wait to emerge with overtime.

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[bruhlrunning]

psst, i rediscovered my love for daniel bruhl, is this fandom still alive?

Guess I should add: does anyone know where to watch Ich und Kaminski (Me and Kaminski)? I’m going crazy trying to find it 😅

#daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler x reader #niki lauda x reader #andrea marowski x reader #alex kerner x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #requests open

[mrsmaxwelllord]

MASTERLIST

HELMUT ZEMO

Delírio — Your tenant, Baron Zemo, have always been benevolent and kind to you. That is, until the day you denied something he wanted.

Viperous — Everything was going as planned, until Shelby decided that she didn't believe Zemo's words.

Kiss —

NIKI LAUDA

The Mechanic — You have four weeks to show you're a good enough mechanic to be working with Ferrari.

FRANKIE MORALES

Brat Tamer — 

JAVIER PEÑA

Parking Lot Fever — you know that there’s something wrong when Javi comes to see you on your break, hours before the end of your shift.

COMANDANTE VERACRUZ

 Baby — After hating him for a long time, Veracruz shows that he has good qualities.

#helmut zemo x reader #frankie morales x reader #javier peña x reader #niki lauda x reader #comandante veracruz x reader

[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 21

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.5k

Previous chapter: You and Niki had a trip out, though you still had doubts in your mind about what James had told you. Niki took it on himself to try and convince you to let them go.

A/N: Sorry

Warnings: Sexism

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You kicked your legs, looked down at your nails and sighed. You glanced at your wristwatch and sighed again. Your fingers fidgeted with your engagement ring as you looked briefly around the kitchen in Niki’s apartment. The Weiner schnitzel dish you had prepared half an hour ago lay on the table. The smell of it now lingered all over the apartment. Some flowers you had placed on the middle of the table drooped. It was a depressing sight to you. 

He said he would be back half an hour ago. 

Another sigh left your lips as you glanced back down at the watch. Shaking your head, you stood up from the counter stool. You grabbed your leather jacket, which hung over your chair's back, and collected your keys. Leaving the apartment, you jumped onto the back of your motorbike, already mapping out in your mind the quickest way to the Ferrari garage.

As you drove, you noticed dark clouds covering the sky. You groaned as the first few spits of rain landed on your face and ran down your skin. You could have turned back now and avoided the larger storm likely to follow, but you were more determined to drag Niki’s ass back home.

As you pulled into the Ferrari’s car pack, the rain picked up and limited your vision field. The garage was covered in mist, and you had to squint to see if you could see anyone.

You pulled your jacket over your head and tried to shield yourself from the downpour of rain as you ran to the garage. Usually, where Niki stayed was empty, so you pulled open the door to the backrooms. You were hit with a wall of warmth. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and shook your head to dispel the droplets in your hair. Your steps echoed around the abandoned hallway as you looked into every room to find where Niki had hidden from the rain.

Walking deeper into the garage, you heard men chatting and laughing. It grew louder and louder. The corner of your lips curled as you detected the Austrian accent amongst the Italian ones. You reach the room where you can see the light through the window. When you looked in, you could see the mechanics standing and sitting around sofas, many mugs piled around them. As you peered through the window, you could see Niki standing with one mechanic to the side of the room. 

You grabbed the door handle, ready to open it and pull Niki away when you froze. The door was thin, and the words came through clearly. You could hear what they were all joking about, but the window was small enough that none of them had noticed you. And for a good reason, for what they were talking about made your body freeze like stone. 

“So what’s she like, eh?” the mechanic next to Niki asked as he nudged Niki in his side.

“A good fuck?”

Niki looked to the ground, the faint traces of a blush on his cheeks, and he let out a few chuckles. 

“Well, you know what they say about women like her,” he replied, looking around at the mechanics as they all laughed and nudged each other, gesturing with their arms. 

“You will not keep her around, though? When you’ve learnt all you need from her, you’ll leave the bitch behind. She won’t stay in f1 long after that.”

Niki looked around at the mechanics before speaking, his awkward smile still plastered on his face.

“Maybe,” he paused, “once I win the championship… I won’t need her….”

“Yeah, show her where she belongs!” one guy you couldn’t see added in, and the other men around Niki agreed. 

You shook your head, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. You brought your shaky hand up to your cheek and tried to swipe it away. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, rushing at one hundred miles an hour.

“She’s probably fucking that, Hunt. He can’t keep it in his pants to save his life. It’s what everyone says, even this Mclaren mechanic I was talking to the other day. He said he saw them together, and she was on her knees, if you know what I mean.”

The awkward smile on Niki’s face slipped; a grimace replaced it as his tongue poked against his cheek. He exhaled, looking at the floor. 

You took one step back, then another. Your eyes were still fixed on the window and not where you walked. As you took another step back, a sharp pain shot through your back. You walked into a cabinet, and the screwdriver that had been placed on it clattered onto the ground, the sound making you wince.  

You saw through the window as Niki looked up, and his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turned and ran. 

You could hear him shout after you. You continued to run. As he continued to call, you could hear the door slam open. You continued to run. 

You run out of the building and felt the heavy rain drench you. It was pouring. Your shirt clung to your body, soaked, your jacket remaining in your hand. Your legs carried you forward, eyes latched on your motorbike, which you had parked far away from the building. 

As you charged towards it, you felt a stiff hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you to a halt. 

“Y/n, wait.”

“Let go of me, Niki,” you snapped, refusing to look behind. 

“Not until you listen to me.”

You could feel the moment it fractured. It had been slowly crumbling the moment the first words left Niki’s lips, but at that moment, you felt your heart separated in two. In a messy, bloody explosion in your chest.

“No! You don’t get to say things like that and expect me to listen to you again,” you hissed, turning around and looking at Niki. His curled hair was drenched and stuck to his head. His skin was wet, glimmering in the garage lights. As the rain fell, his suit got darker. He frowned, eyes piercing into you. His hand was still on your wrist, and you felt your arm become numb from the contact. Hating the feeling of his skin touching yours, you wretched your wrist out of his grasp. 

“You don’t understand I-”

“Oh, I understand plenty, Niki. You were using me. God, I should have seen it. Why was I so fucking dumb?” You paused, your chest heaving as all the memories flooded your mind. “Even James saw it! And you lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie,” Niki spat out. His lips curled, and his eyes narrowed as he stepped towards you. 

“Stop fucking lying!!” 

You could feel wetness drip down your cheek, but you were too far gone to tell if it was from the rain or your eyes. 

“Our entire relationship was a lie. Every moment,” you sobbed, your chest heaving as you tried to rub away the tears from your eyes.

“Everything was a lie,” 

Niki’s stare hardened, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“So that’s what you think, then? That I’m a liar?”

“Of course you are! Saying those horrible things about me in there, I can’t- I never thought.”

You looked away and then back to Niki, shaking your head.

“I never thought someone like you could swoop so low. You really are an asshole.”

Niki’s eyebrows raised, and he scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you in disdain. 

“You’re so quick to fucking judge me, huh? But that’s not it, is it? You’ve been looking for a way out for a while, ever since James fucking spoke to you. Fucked you as well. You needed a reason to dump me so you could fuck him without guilt.”

You stepped forward towards Niki, feeling the anger surge through you. It burned, scorching through your veins and your heart that lay at the bottom of your chest. Your hand is raised without you thinking about it. Niki stepped forward, looking down at you, only inches apart.

“Slap me.”

You hesitated.

“Go on, do it. If that will make you feel good about everything you’ve done.”

You dropped your hand and shook your head. Taking a step back, your hand tugged at your finger, pulling at your engagement ring. When it slipped off, you threw the ring onto the muddy ground by Niki’s foot. 

“Fuck you, Niki.”

You turned and stormed off towards your bike. Niki doesn’t stop you. You jumped onto the bike, grimacing at the wetness of the seat. You rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot, thinking about what hotel you could stay at for the night. As you got to the entrance, you paused. Your mind is screaming not to do it, but the last piece of your heart is begging. You look behind. 

Niki stood still for a moment, his head looking to the ground. Then Niki kicked the ring laid by his feet; it flew into the air and then scattered into the mud below, sinking into the ground. He shoved his hands into his suit pockets and turned around, walking back into the garage. He doesn’t look back. 

You let out one more sob as you look away and accelerate out of the garage. 

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Niki would be the best Dad ever! He'll you and the kids rotten!

wenig niki

“no, niki, i cannot believe-“

“what? everybody should know who is father is, hm?”

you bounced your eight month old son on your hip on the sides of the racetrack as he reached out for niki, who stood on the other side of the sidelines from you. niki held up a little red racing uniform similar to his, patches with sponsorships and everything. in addition to spice it up, it had a little name tag with “levi lauda” written in red cursive like niki’s helmet.

“as if people can’t tell from the curls and aviators, niki,” you replied with a snort.

“just put it on him, come on,” niki instructed over the loud cheering of the crowd and revving of engines. levi smiled at his daddy as you scoffed in disbelief before briskly heading off to niki’s area. you hauled your son just inside the little enclosure, placing him on the small table to change him.

“as if your little aviators weren’t enough,” you mumbled to levi as he wiggled about, his flailing hands nearly knocking the headphones used to protect his little ears off the table. “daddy just spoils you rotten, hm?” you cooed as you exhaled, using more effort than expected to insert levi’s little arms and legs through the correct holes. you held the baby up, placed the sunglasses on his chubby face and headphones back atop his soft curls.

you sighed as you pushed the door open with your foot, hauling your geared-up baby back to the awaiting niki. as niki saw you approaching, he smiled and held out his arms.

“ah, look at mein kleiner junge,” niki cooed approvingly as he took the bouncy baby from you. “chip off the fucking block, hm?” niki said proudly as you gently slapped him for swearing in front of the baby. people walking by smiled and waved at levi, mumbling about the little niki lauda look alike. you smiled and rolled your eyes, poor little levi looking as though he was about to hop in the ferrari with his father.

“you spoil him too much,” you observed, trying to hold back your amusement with mock disappointment. niki kissed the side of levi’s head and ruffled the baby’s curls before handing him back to you.

“nothing is too much for my levi, only the best,” niki argued, absolutely infatuated by his son in his little red getup.

“niki it’s so hot in the sun, if he gets too hot or overstimulated i’m taking him out of it,” you cautioned. niki held up his hands in surrender, agreeing with your terms. “you better go babe, the race is about to start,” you suggested. niki nodded, gently tugging you over by the gold necklace that hung just above your chest. he enveloped you in a kiss before whispering suggestively in your ear, “how about after i win this race, i spoil you next and buy you a pretty diamond necklace, hm?”

your eyes widened and you pressed another kiss to niki’s smiling lips.

“kick hunt’s ass, babe. levi and i will be here.”

“don’t curse in front of the baby,” niki lowered his aviators to wink at you before walking away. you scoffed, glancing to the baby hoisted in your arms and adjusting his headphones.

“he can’t hear you anyway!”

jesus christ i’m so sorry it took me so long to do this, i hope you liked it!!

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[f1yogurt]

Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You and Niki meet up before the race, and the romantic tension continues as the two of you dance around each other on the track. Will someone make the first move?

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: G

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Niki Lauda, Heinz Prüller, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Original Male Characters

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: And the slow burn continues! Fun fact: My original character, Henry Sutton, is a small reference to the British F1 photographer Mark Sutton who is still taking pictures for major magazines like Autosport today.

After a good night’s rest, you rose bright and early the next morning, ready to head to the track. It was race day, and as a photographer, you would need to be at the track early before all the other teams and drivers arrived. Which meant that you needed to meet up with the group of other journalists who were all taking the press bus together to the track.

You made your way downstairs, grabbing a complimentary water and bagel from the breakfast area on the way out. You already saw a few other journalists gathered outside. Sure enough, Heinz was there amongst the group, and you walked over to greet him.

“Morning,” you said, shoving the water bottle in your travel bag. In your pack, you also carried a few cameras and lenses with you, along with some extra supplies that you needed for spending an entire day on the track. Heinz grinned.

“Good morning,” he replied. “Excited for today? It should be a good race.” You nodded, putting on your sunglasses to shade your eyes from the rising sun.

“Yes, I’m excited,” you replied, taking a bite of your bagel and adjusting the bag on your back. “Should give me lots of opportunities for great photos. Any predictions on podium positions?” Your question immediately had a few journalists call out their predictions.

“Clay!” one of them shouted.

“No, Lauda! He has the season record, no way he’s going to lose it now!”

“Definitely going to be Hunt and Scheckter on this track. James will be up there for sure!” The chatter among the men got louder as they began to debate the race winners. 

Predicting the top drivers was typical on race day. It was crucial for all of you to try and position yourselves for an interview or photograph at the winning team’s garage. Photos of podium drivers would earn you money, but pictures of a driver on the back of the grid weren’t likely to sell to anyone. Such was life in the Formula One circus.

The bus finally could be seen in the distance, and you sighed as you shoved the last bit of bagel in your mouth. One of the journalists walked up to you, and you recognized him as Henry Sutton. He was a friend of yours and a British journalist who worked for a popular magazine in England. He was also a man who was in constant need of photographs for his articles.

“Hey, my editor is looking for a clean picture of Fittipaldi,” he said. “Can you do that?” The man looked slightly desperate, and you chuckled.

“Of course, Henry, you know I can,” you said. “Give me your card, and write your editor’s number on the back. I’ll chat with you both later, and we can negotiate prices once I have the pictures.” Henry pulled out a pen to write a few things on a card and then handed it to you, thanking you again.

The bus finally pulled up to the curb, and everyone began to file into a line, all crowding together.

“I think I’ll hang around the McLaren garage,” Sutton said, walking up the steps of the bus in front of you. “James is sure to be up there in the rankings today. Even if he doesn’t finish well, he’s always game for an interview.” You hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m predicting a Lauda win,” you said, grinning as you took your seat next to Heinz. “You can find me in the Ferrari pits.” Heinz just chuckled fondly.

“As always.”

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The bus ride was typical, filled with lots of chatter about the latest paddock gossip. It wasn’t long before you arrived at the track, and the media circus immediately headed for the breakfast tent. There was a cook specifically set up to feed the majority of the journalists, commentators, and photographers at the circuit throughout the day, and all of you wanted breakfast before the drivers arrived.

There were a few picnic tables set up outside the cooking station, and already, a few people sat eating. Murray Walker was among them, and he was currently involved in telling some elaborate story about Jackie Stewart pranking him in the commentary box.

You grabbed your food and then headed back to the table, sitting far enough away from the group that you wouldn’t be pulled into the conversation. Heinz, Sutton, and a few other photographers came to sit near you, and you all ate to the pleasant tune of Murray Walker commentating in the background.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of someone you least expected to be there.

“So, when were one of you going to invite me to breakfast?” You looked up to see Niki Lauda strolling casually over to your table. He was dressed in civvies, wearing casual jeans and a sweatshirt instead of his usual racing gear. The other journalists were just as surprised to see him, and a few called out greetings as Niki came up to the table.

“Hey, Niki!” Heinz greeted, patting the empty space next to him. “Come, take a seat. I am sorry we didn’t send you a formal invitation.” Niki nodded gratefully and he set his bags down before taking a seat next to his friend. He was positioned directly in front of you, and when he looked up, he held your gaze and smiled shyly. You smiled back, remembering the conversation the two of you had yesterday in the garage.

“Niki, the race does not start for another six hours!” an Italian commentator who was sitting a few seats down said, leaning over so that he could see past a few of the men. “What are you doing here?” Niki cleared his throat as the group looked at him curiously.

“I flew here, in a helicopter,” he said, as if people just strolled in on their private helicopter every day. “I am still learning, earning hours to get my pilot's license, so I thought why not do a lesson this morning? But I left with plenty of time to get here if something went wrong. Fortunately, everything went according to plan. Now, I just will spend a long day at the circuit. No problem.”

There was a short silence of awe before a Spanish journalist spoke up.

“Niki, take me with you for a ride!” he said, giving Niki a charming wink. “I promise, I will do the best story about your flying lessons! It will make the front page, I guarantee it!” This kicked off a round of a few other journalists trying to jockey for position. 

Even though most of them were teasing, you watched as Niki started to wilt under all of the unnecessary attention. Lauda declined a few of the men politely, and soon, most of them lost interest and began to chat amongst themselves. You took the opportunity to address Niki alone.

“A helicopter?” you questioned curiously, hoping to pull him out of whatever shell he had closed himself off in. Plus, you were truly interested. “That sounds fun. When did you start flying lessons?” 

Niki looked up at you with such an adorably surprised expression, that it made you wonder how many people had genuinely asked him about his interests before. His face lit up in eagerness, and he began to explain how he got interested in flying, and all of the lessons he had done so far. It was truly another side of him, this flying business, and even though you couldn’t understand most of the aircraft jargon in his explanations, you felt your heart flutter at seeing him talk about one of his passions.

“So, that is how I came to be here, early this morning,” Niki continued, his gaze never leaving your face. “My instructor agreed to fly with me, but I admit, I may have bullied him into it. He wasn’t exactly happy to leave the airport before sunrise.” You chuckled, and you were rewarded with another one of his genuine smiles. 

There was a comfortable lull in the conversation, and you watched as a few of the journalists began to get up from the table. No doubt everyone was going to begin setting up their equipment and walking the garages to position themselves for when the rest of the drivers arrived. You weren’t exactly ready to leave yet, though, and it didn’t seem like Niki was either.

“Are you always here this early?” the Austrian asked, not bothering to get up with the rest of the group. You nodded.

“Usually, yes,” you told him, taking a drink from your water bottle. “Most of the media get here early because we need to be here before the drivers arrive. Most often, I use the time to scope out the circuit, and maybe take a few photos of the lower Formula divisions.” You watched as Niki nodded thoughtfully.

“If you have time later, Ferrari is having a strategy meeting at 11:00. I am hosting it in my trailer, and you are welcome to join us,” Niki said. Heinz, who was still sitting next to him, looked up at you in pleasant surprise. It took everything in you not to stare at the way the journalist was grinning and giving an exaggerated wink, out of Niki’s field of vision. You guessed, by his friend’s reaction, that Niki didn’t usually invite people into his private space like this. Maybe this was his way of asking you out in the workplace.

“Yes, I’d love that,” you said, managing to keep a relatively straight face as Heinz shot you a proud look. Damn the man, he was turning into quite the matchmaker.

“Good,” Niki said, nodding in that blunt, matter of fact way of his. However, his pleased expression softened the harshness of his words.

“Alright, well it sounds like you two have a plan,” Heinz announced loudly, getting up from the table. “I will be in the commentary box, as always. Niki, if–no, when you are on the podium, I will see you there for a television interview with ORF. Good luck, my friend.” Heinz patted Niki’s shoulder good naturedly.

Niki nodded his thanks to his friend, and before he could leave, Heinz he leaned down to say something softer to Niki in German. Whatever the journalist told him caused Niki to blush and look at you.

“Well, you two have fun,” Heinz said, giving you a wave. You waved back, and Niki flipped him the bird, making you laugh as you watched Heinz hurry to catch up with Murray Walker and a few of the other television presenters. After he left, you turned back to Niki, and you couldn’t help but tease him.

“What did he say?” you asked, a playful smile on your face. Niki’s cheeks still had a pink tinge to them, and you watched as he shook his head, looking away shyly.

“Nothing,” he told you, although you laughed at the straight up lie. You wouldn’t force him to tell you though, because his discomfort was endearing, and you had more than one idea of what Heinz had told him.

“I’m sorry if I’m holding you up, by the way,” you said, beginning to gather your things. “I know you usually stay in your trailer before the race.” Niki shook his head, looking eager to continue talking with you.

“No, it is no problem,” he said, standing up as you did. “I have time this morning. I usually walk the circuit this early. Before the fans get here and I have to start signing autographs or doing interviews. Would you like to come with me?” You smiled at his offer. That was the second time he had invited you to do something with him this morning.

“Yes,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulders. Niki nodded again, and you watched as he hurried to grab his own bags, which had the Ferrari logo on them.

“Good. We can drop our things at my trailer, and then we can go.”

After stopping by Niki’s trailer to put away your camera equipment, the two of you set off for a stroll around the track. You ducked into a few garages to see the progress of upcoming Formula 2 and 3 drivers, and Niki made some remarks about his own time spent in the lower divisions.

The weather was nice enough that you could stroll around without feeling the sun beat down too harshly. Niki made frequent jokes about some of the young drivers, and you found yourself laughing most of the time in his presence. Before the first race, the marshalls opened up the track for some kind of inspection, and so you were able to walk around the circuit along with some of the other drivers and press officials. 

Niki did his usual inspections of the road and the barriers as you walked, but he also kept up a steady commentary about the track, and about which corners he found the most difficult. It was honestly very refreshing, and you noticed that Niki seemed to really relax here, in his element.

You told him about some of your favorite spots to take pictures, behind the barriers of a few of the most difficult turns, and Niki just shook his head and said you were crazy to be out there like that.

Soon, the handsome Austrian was complaining that if he walked any longer, he would be too tired to race. So, with a laugh, you agreed to head back to his trailer. There, you picked up your things again, and you found yourself sad that your time together was ending.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you told him, holding out your hand, figuring that a handshake wouldn’t hurt. Niki grasped your hand lightly, but instead of shaking it, he turned your wrist so that the back of your hand was face up. He held your fingers gently, and when you didn’t pull away, he leaned down and gently kissed the exposed skin.

“Thank you,” he said. “I enjoyed it. I love your company.” He released your hand and for a moment, you were speechless. The gesture had surprised you, but it wasn’t unwanted. You were about to respond, to say something about loving his company even more, but there was suddenly a commotion of noise behind the trailer. It looked like a few drivers were arriving, and you gave Niki an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I have to go,” you said, stepping down from his trailer. “I’ll see you at 11 for the meeting.”

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Lesson Never Learned - Niki Lauda

Yeah, this kinda goes against all my morals, but I've consumed so much dark stuff over this past month and I just had to get it out of my system

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, slight misogyny, slapping, spanking, biting, scratching, blood and blood tasting, degradation, gagging, and that's all I think?

2.5K Words

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Niki felt boiling hot anger burning throughout his body, threatening to make him do some impulsive. But how could he not when he was the victim of such an appalling prank?

The red and white paint of his F1 car was ruined, a thick black paint covering the side of the vehicle with two irritating words: Rat Boy.

James struggled to hide his smirk, small squeaky giggles escaping his lips as he watched Niki storm up to him with steam practically shooting out of his ears. "What the fuck?" Niki yelled loudly, gathering everyone in the vicinity's attention.

"What's got you all riled up this time, Kraut?" James retorted in annoyance.

"My car, you asshole! You ruined it! Do you know how much money it's going to take to get it repainted, huh?" His accent was thick and heavy as his anger just kept growing. "I made it very clear I did not want to participate in such childish activities!"

"Aw, come on, Niki. Lighten up, man. It was just a prank, besides, I'm not even the one who did it so leave me be."

Niki furrowed his brows in confusion, not entirely believing him. "If not you, then who? Please, point me in the direction of the asshole who did this so I can box his ears."

"It was Y/n." James smirked as he watched Niki's expression drop.

"Y/n? That new female driver?" Niki was almost in complete and utter shock, still having difficulty believing that a newbie would even dare to mess with anyone, even if there was a prank was going on. "Where is she?" Niki asked lowly, his eyes darkening.

You were laughing with one of your fellow drivers when you heard the doors slam open, a fuming Niki speed walking straight towards you. "Bitch! You ruined my car!"

You giggled to try and mask your fear. "Chill, man. It's not permanent, it'll wash off."

"It doesn't matter if it's permanent or not, you still disrespected me by involving me in these stupid prank wars!"

"It was a prank! It's harmless!" You snapped at him. "Look, if you're really so emotional about your precious car's paint, I'll come by your garage and wash it off. How bout that?"

"Fine. Come by my house, my car will be there. No later than five p.m. or I'll have you disqualified." Niki walked off with a huff, leaving you to fail at steadying your rapidly beating heart.

"Well, how'd it go?" James teased.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him roughly. "I never should've listened to you. I didn't even want to prank him in the first place, but now I have to go to his place and play slave and wash his precious car."

"Sorry, kid." James laughed, clearly not sorry. "I just wanted to do it so bad but I knew he'd punch me if I were the one to do it, and I can't have anything ruining my face, especially not by the Rat. But since you're a woman, he won't be so hard on you."

Yeah, that's what you thought too.

You arrived at Niki's home still wearing your driver's uniform, it was already kind of dirty so you weren't going to dress up in something clean just to get it dirtied up when you washed his car. It was so stupid, it was just a prank. Why'd he have to be so angry about it, even after you told him it can be washed off? Did he have to be a pretentious jagoff all the time? No matter, you'd just clean the car as fast as possible and never prank him again, you weren't that stupid.

"Took you long enough!" Niki called out to you from his front porch, eating a small bowl of what you gathered was yogurt.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "I'm right on time, thank you very much."

"I said five p.m., it's six past five."

"Oh my god, you're such a douche." You muttered to yourself. "Where's the car, asshole?"

"In my back garage, you'll have to come through the house to get to it."

"You couldn't have just, ya know, placed it out here?"

"And make this easy for you? No, I'm going to savor this."

"Of course you are..."

In all fairness, washing off the paint wasn't too terribly taxing, but the paint that you used was messy and the washed off paint got all over your jumpsuit. It was easy to wash off the car, but it stained your clothes. Crap. You didn't really live in a well off apartment, it was small and it didn't have a washing machine and dryer, and the nearest twenty four hour laundry mat was a good hour away; and with a busy and early day tomorrow, you couldn't possibly take the time to make a run. You thought about your options and only came up with one.

"You look filthy." Niki stated boldly, but you were so used to his bluntness that it didn't even bother you anymore.

"Yeah, I cleaned your car. It's spotless, I can see my own reflection in it. But I wanted to ask if I could use your laundry machine? Like you said, this is filthy now and I don't have a spare. With the practices and meetings tomorrow, I really want to look at least a little clean."

Niki pondered for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "Take a shower too, you smell as bad as you look."

You avoided Niki as much as possible around his own house, taking a shower first and using one of Niki's many robes so that you could do your laundry while not completely naked. You felt uncomfortable as you noticed Niki's gaze trail your figure up and down as you passed by him in one of his hallways, trying to ignore the vulnerable but somewhat arousing feeling that came with the situation. You just decided to wait in his living room until you heard the alarm that your laundry was ready, but by the time you reached the laundry room, your clothes were already gone. What...?

"Niki?" You called out, then hearing him call out to you from another room. You found him in his bedroom, holding your freshly cleaned clothes, a smirk settled on his face.

"Looking for these?" He teased.

You rolled your eyes. "Really, Niki? Very funny, now give them back and I'll get going."

"Who says I want you to go?"

"Well, that's not up to you." Niki raised his brows, almost challenging you, but you wouldn't put up with it. You stormed over to him and just before you were about to grab your clothes out of his hands, he lifted them above his head, smiling in amusement as you were too short to reach. "God, you're such an asshole. No wonder nobody likes you." You seethed, pushing his chest when he wouldn't let up.

"You think I care who does or doesn't like me? I couldn't give less of a shit, especially an immature person like you. But as you were washing my car, I got an idea. It's not enough for you to just taking responsibility for your actions, I need to personally teach you a lesson in humility. And I have just the way to teach you." You flinched when Niki pulled you to him by your hips, his grip firm but gentle. "I've always noticed, how well your clothes grip your form, now wearing one of my robes...I wonder how you look underneath?" You couldn't help but clench around nothing as he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, briefly licking his bottom lip before surging forward and kissing you harshly.

You quickly pulled away, slapping him hard and winding back to do it again, but he caught your wrist. It seemed the slap only spurred him on further, capturing your lips in a searing kiss once more, discarding your clothes onto his bed and using his now free hands to hold onto your hips tightly, all the while you continued to struggle against his advances.

Niki grunted in pain as you bite into his bottom lip, your teeth breaking the sensitive flesh enough to draw blood. He brought his hand up to inspect the damage and you feared you hammered the final nail in your coffin as he looked back at you with a dark lustful stare as he looked at the droplets of blood on his thumb. You whined as Niki forcefully shoved his blood covered thumb into your mouth, making you clean it off and swallow it. "Just as good as the taste of cum, wouldn't you say?" Niki asked, chuckling as you tried to retort with his thumb still in your mouth. "Maybe I should keep you just like this? Gagged so you can't run your big mouth."

You furrowed your brows in anger, pissed off to the nth degree. You didn't even hesitate as you lifted up your foot to ram it down painfully on Niki's foot, him yelping at the dull pain. "You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you? That's okay, I like a challenge. I've never had proper training on how to break wild mares, but I'm a fast learner."

"Did you really just compare me to a fuckin' horse?" You scowled, his grasp on you still surprisingly tight even after your continuous assaults. In your mind, you absolutely hated Niki, you were determined to make him suffer for being such a pretentious prick. But your pussy was telling you something else, considering you were sopping wet and constantly clenching and aching for some sort of friction against your core, you decided that trying to make him work for it might be fun.

You cried out as he pushed you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the hard surface slightly, making you a little dizzy; a harsh slap to your face immediately followed by a sloppy open-mouthed kiss made your head spin, and you felt you couldn't get your bearings anymore as he threw you on the bed. "Let go of me, you sadist!" You yelled angrily, spitting in his face as he tore off your robe, your core aching incredibly as he dominated you effortlessly.

"You vicious little whore!" Niki shouted, making you yelp as he smacked your naked thigh in anger, undoing his belt with one hand while the other pushed you down onto the mattress. Removing the rest of his clothes, Niki hovered above you, pinning your wrists with one hand and forcing your legs apart with the other, lined himself up with your entrance, and pushed inside you without warning or preparation. The painful stretch satisfying that ache in your core, but causing white hot anger to spread through your body. "Fuck, if I had known how amazing your cunt feels, I would've taken you already." He spoke as his lips stretched out along his overbite to form a dark grin.

You managed to get one of your hands free, reaching up and scratching his rat like face, your own evil grin forming when Niki groaned and red marks formed along his face. "Oh, I'm the sadist, huh?" Niki snapped, taking his belt and flipping you around, using it to mark the skin of your ass. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp as he whipped the leather across your fatty flesh, but the pleasurable pain forced you into submission. But, you then tried to kick at him as soon as he started to tie your hands behind your back with his belt, struggling like an animal being captured. "This'll go easier if you just stop fighting." Niki panted, lining himself up with your entrance once more before thrusting into you roughly.

"Fuck-!" You yelled, his cock brushing up against all the right places as he kept up a steady rhythm.

Keeping a hand on your bound wrists, Niki's other hand traveled its way to keep a firm grip on your jaw. He pulled away with a shout as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, leaving bloody indents. "You feral bitch." Niki grabbed the first thing he saw, your previously discarded undergarments in the pile of your clothes and shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to shut up from the makeshift gag. "That's it, take it like a good girl." Niki panted, gripping your throat tightly and pulling you up against his chest as he kept up a fast pace, an orgasm already bubbling up in your body against your will.

"You close already, Schlampe? Damn, and here I thought you were disgusted at the sight of me?" He chuckled, removing the fabric from your mouth so he could hear your desperate moans more clearly.

"You do disgust me!" You groaned, trying not to stutter as he kept hitting that special spot inside you.

"How sweet." He chuckled breathlessly. "Come for me, feral slut." Niki rubbed vigorous circles on your swollen clit while constantly slamming into you, making you jolt every time from the force of his thrusts. You tried to hold on, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but god, it felt so fucking good. "Is your hatred for me stronger than your desire to come, kleine maus?"

You couldn't take it anymore.

Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you let out a deep guttural groan as your climax washed over you, so loud that it strained your vocal cords. But then, it just wouldn't fucking stop. It felt like your orgasm would never end. Soon, your groans turned into high pitched squeals as you rode out the last of your breathtaking release, it gushing out of you and dripping onto Niki's expensive sheets. You were so out of it that you didn't even realize what was happening until you felt the tip of his cockhead brushing against your lips.

"Open." He ordered, and you had no strength left to keep up your bratty act. Opening your mouth and catching his release obediently like a good little pet, even swiping your tongue across your upper lip to collect a drop that missed your mouth, sucking on his tip for a few seconds before he finally pulled away with a content sigh. You didn't resist as he moved to sit behind you, gently pulling you onto him so that your back lay on his chest, your sweaty bodies sticking together.

"When's the last time you came that hard?" Niki asked with a smug smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yesterday." You panted, still fucked out and limp in his arms, clearly contradicting yourself, then crying out as he slapped your overstimulated clit.

"Next time, maybe I should teach you a lesson on why you shouldn't lie, hm?"

"As if there'll be a next time." You snarked, whining loudly in frustration when Niki rubbed your clit in retaliation, holding you down against his body to keep you from squirming. "Please, Niki, I can't...it's too much." You begged, reaching down to grab his wrist.

"Fine. I'll give you a break. I am a man of mercy, after all." He talked like he was fricking Jesus or something, but then again, he probably thinks he's the god of racing. "But I'm not letting you leave just yet, I still have many more lessons to teach you."

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[scuttle-buttle]

I have the epilogue of The Heist queued for Friday at 6 pm EST

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[shoota4ning]

☆ # ATTENTION .! nmr

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˗ˏˋ ★ ⠇SYNOPSIS ─ the 6th member of new jeans, y/n l/n, took the world by storm the moment (not actually, it was more like 4 months after) she debuted. why? because she’s a dumbass who doesn’t know how to switch accounts, and she apparently can’t keep her mouth shut about her fat crush on nishimura riki.

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[lifeontoast]

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[profeyandere]

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐋. ─── ☾ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄

Masterlist || Daniel Brühl Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem!Reader

Warning: Accident mentions, injury mentions, feelings of guilt.

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your recovery had been long and tortuous. There were times when you ever wished you had died in that accident, but watching television every day and observing the races you had participated in and in which you should have been, gave you that necessary push to be able to continue to improve day by day, even if there were times when your body was on the verge of collapse, and all it asked of you was a little rest.

With first-degree burns in various areas, including the face and head, with a fracture, almost broken, in one of your legs, and various wounds scattered throughout the front area of your body along with lung poisoning due to smoke, you decided to finish that recovery as soon as possible and continue the championship in which you had signed up. You had very bad days in which you simply couldn't even get out of bed, and you had other, less common days, in which you were completely prepared to continue improving and giving it all to return to racing as soon as possible. At first, it was very difficult, even the doctors doubted that you would survive, but once they verified your fighting spirit, and threatened the occasional professional, they finally decided to get down to work to make you recover as soon as possible and continue what you had left behind while you were in the hospital, and some of your rivals were still in Germany, you found yourself surrounded by love and emotional support, receiving the occasional joke and words of encouragement, but always missing the sarcastic and scathing comments from certain Austrians with whom you had such a good relationship.

Niki Lauda, known for being "The Rat" in F1 and a category jerk, was not the first to offer you his hand as a sign of friendship once you signed up for that world championship, but once he made sure of the potential you had in the races and how hard you worked even if you didn't get to the podium often, he didn't think twice about burying the hatchet with you. It was not very common to see you in the company of the other competitors, but it was a very pleasant surprise to meet Lauda one summer afternoon after one of the races of the 1975 season, both sharing a rather pleasant conversation judging by how that a subtle smile had settled on his face and your cheeks were pink from the laughter that came from you. People whispered about a friendship, maybe even a romance between the two of you judging by the looks you gave each other, but you both knew that this feeling that flourished in you had to remain hidden from the public eye and that it was not necessary to say anything to express what the other felt, you simply intuited it.

When you had that accident and regained consciousness, you expected to see Niki appear at the door of your room at some point, occasionally meeting James, Clay, and your team of technicians and mechanics while they were still in Germany, even though you were visited by some of the competitors you didn't have much of a relationship with, but Niki never went. He never visited you, and that, internally, destroyed you.

Now, that you had finally been discharged from the various operations for skin transplants and lung cleaning, you decided to continue supporting your team from the shadows. You had to take things easy. The grafts should not be exposed to the sun and, if they did, it should be for the shortest time possible you should not make great efforts to avoid hurting your lungs, in addition to taking care of the fracture in your leg so that they did not have to operate on it. Simply put, you had to take care of every little thing you did so you didn't suffer more than you had to.

"I thought you wouldn't come back to run."

That voice, slightly serious but with a joking tone made you smile. You turned your head to be able to see the tall body of the British driver, who welcomed you with the greatest of joys when he found out that you had traveled to Italy to support your team and the partner who would replace you from that moment until the end of the competition.

"And I'm not going to run," you admitted, extending your arms to reach the crutches you needed to walk, "but someone has to supervise a bit that their team is in good shape and in perfect condition to beat you."

James couldn't help but smile even more when he heard your answer, making a slight wince that went unnoticed when he saw you get up from the seat where they had forced you to be so as not to force yourself more than necessary. He was glad to see that you were still the same woman and, somehow, you didn't see the scars you had left from the accident as something to hide, but that you showed them without problems and any shame. He admired your fighting spirit and your way of making others understand that you didn't give a shit about their opinions.

"That is going to be complicated, the rat and I are leading the championship."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes before heading towards the blond, smiling in his direction again, showing him the result of your grafts for the first time. It was true that Hunt had seen your condition shortly after regaining consciousness, finding that your face was swollen and red, there were even parts that he couldn't differentiate, but now you were completely different. Your hair, if it was already short, was now completely flush and with a blackish tone very similar to coal, with areas covered by bandages that you had to change from time to time for cures. Your forehead, eye area, and part of the bridge of your nose had a more orange hue from the grafts, and while the operation didn't make you look as attractive as you did before, they were at least able to save your life and managed to rebuild an area that might have been lost.

"I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have to ogle me," you teased, snapping James out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude," he muttered between his teeth, clearing his throat when he realized the mistake he had made by staring at you.

"You didn't seem like it," you denied back, shrugging. "I know I don't look good, James. I'm like a wrinkled walnut, half orange and hairless, but it is what it is, and it is what I have to get used to until everything settles down and improves."

Your tone of voice had dropped. James was able to feel in your words how you were hurt by what had happened, but he also knew that you were doing well, or at least as much as you could.

"Do you want to go for a walk? I have to rescue you from being prostrate in a chair for the rest of your life, and judging by the way your friends look at me, they're not too amused that you're standing up."

You couldn't help but laugh when you heard your friend's words, nodding your head gently before following in his footsteps to take a small tour of the room where your other rivals were.

Something that you liked about James was his spontaneous way of bringing up topics of conversation that were interesting or, failing that, that was funny enough to make you laugh a few times so you could forget about all the bad things in life. You hadn't realized how much you had missed the Brit until that moment.

You appreciated the walk with Hunt. In the background, you were able to hear the roar of various engines, and the talks of the different teams that were competing, and you could feel the fresh and soft wind from Italy blowing over part of your face that had not been affected by the burns. Once again, you felt like one more runner, for small moments you forgot the accident and everything that it entailed, but when you came back to reality, you felt a bucket of icy water fall on you, even more so when you saw the small flag of the Ferrari team just a few meters from you, also remembering the Austrian you hadn't seen in a month.

"And Niki?" You asked, drawing the blonde's attention. He didn't seem to understand what you were referring to. "I know he caused the accident, but nothing happened to him? He was good?"

James opened and closed his mouth, resembling a fish out of water.

"Yes," he said, seeing how you raised both eyebrows when you didn't understand what question he was answering to you. "I mean, nothing happened to him. No injuries, no fractures, or anything like that. The only thing he suffered was his car, and all he did was retire from that race."

"The blow was quite strong, yes," you confirmed, nodding your head gently. "But I know that he tried to help me, as did Harald, Guy, and Arturo. No one suffered from burns?"

"If they had burns, they were slight, nothing too important," he answered. "The rat was very worried about you."

"I guess," you muttered, stopping just a few steps from where Niki was supposed to meet with his team. "Why didn't he come to see me? I understand that we are not thick and thick, but I hoped to see him at some point like you or any of the others."

James' blue eyes settled on you and, with a gentle nod, he invited you into the Ferrari garage, the place you had avoided because of the man inside. You sighed and, with a quick thank you to James, walked slowly towards the entrance of the small space that the Italian team had for the improvement of their cars, then found yourself with a completely absorbed Niki who didn't seem to notice your presence.

Seeing that red jumpsuit full of stamps of the different sponsors that Ferrari advertised made you feel tickled in your stomach. Before, you hadn't paid much attention to how shiny his racing clothes were or how his tousled curls made him look even more attractive, even if his front teeth made many say otherwise; missing someone was never so clear to you until you finally had Niki Lauda before your eyes.

You must have moved instinctively, as the Austrian quickly turned to check that you were there, with him. He was just speechless seeing you, being the first person to have such an effect on him.

"Hello."

Your voice was like a breath of fresh air, and his heart began to pound so fast that he even thought that he might be suffering from a heart attack at that moment. For a moment, he imagined that his mind was doing its thing again, seeing things that weren't there or hearing voices when, in reality, it was an engine; he just couldn't imagine that he had you back, alive, in front of him.

"Hello," he answered back, scanning you.

The small smile that settled on your face caused a frown to appear on his. He didn't know exactly how to feel about your arrival and, although he had avoided meeting you as much as possible, he made sure at that moment that it was a matter of time before the dreaded reunion would take place.

"I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have to stare at me.

That joke of yours, even if you had previously used it on James to get his attention so that he wouldn't look at you too much more than necessary, it did not affect Niki because, in his mind, the only thing he was able to remember was the accident and then felt the weight of guilt fall back on his shoulders. It was as if he were going back to that happy race, remembering the same thing over and over again without getting tired, only to realize that he was to blame for what had happened to you.

It was all his damn fault.

That August morning he was afraid, it was reflected in the meeting with all the runners who were going to participate in the race, but it was his ego and his attempt to show that he was the best and not a coward that caused his mind to cloud over and he just wanted to beat James. He knew he was going too fast, and that the car might be damaged by his attempt to win, but he never expected to crash into the back of your car and set it on fire, thus taking away your chances of winning that championship and almost taking it from your life. It was the latter that weighed on him the most, seeing you engulfed in flames and not being able to save you from a mistake he made. From then on he behaved like a coward, mainly because he couldn't be able to visit you to realize what he had done to you, and now, in front of his eyes and looking not very pretty, he felt even worse than he would have imagined.

"Niki?"

Hearing his name come from your lips, it was as if a switch had been thrown in him.

"Why are you here?" He questioned, surprising you by the dark and cold tone of voice that he was using, being the first time that he addressed you in that way. "You have come to blame me too, right? Just like everyone else."

You couldn't help but frown at that accusation.

"What are you talking about?"

Lauda felt insulted.

She had seen it in the eyes of others, and you, of all the people in this world, should know it better than anyone. Everyone had looked at him and pointed to him as the culprit of everything that had happened to you, and they were right, but he didn't need to be reminded all the time what a monster he had been when he involved you in the accident. The interviewers continually asked him about the same topic, your technicians and mechanics kept looking at him sideways, and even some of the runners stayed behind him in the races so as not to suffer the same fate as you; he wasn't stupid, people were afraid of him, and they described him as the worst human being in the world, but he didn't need you to remind him with your presence.

"I know what you're planning, and I'm not going to let you trample me too," he pointed out cheekily, annoyed, taking several steps towards you so that you could hear him better, leaning slightly to be at your height and intimidate you. "I know I was wrong to let anger blind me and keep me from seeing past my nose, but I also don't need you to appear here as Jesus Christ to argue with me. I know I should have listened to you and calmed down. I know I should have thought with my head and not let my ego win. I know I should have slowed down and not sought glory to show Hunt and his friends that he was the best. But I don't need you to come to martyr me any more than I already do to myself."

The harsh words of the Austrian left you frozen, speechless.

Not only you had suffered the consequences of the accident, but Niki as well, and he was not able to mention it to anyone because everyone blamed him, including himself. As he had spoken, his face had taken on a reddish color where anger and sadness had been the main factor in him. His hazel eyes had turned bloodshot, and his shoulders were shaking, trying to hold back from falling apart. He had always shown himself as someone strong who cared little about other people's comments and, in order not to show how hurt he felt, he behaved like an idiot to drive the other person away. You made sure then that you were trying to walk away so as not to suffer more than he already had, even if then it was too selfish to think such a thing after all he had done to you.

With one step of yours, you got your bodies to be a few centimeters from touching, and slowly, you delicately let your forehead rest on his chest. The sudden contact alerted Lauda, who for a second wanted to step back so as not to injure your burns or make you suffer from the grafts that were recovering and molding, but feeling how you seemed to seek his touch more ended up relaxing him and calming the stress he was experiencing. He had subdued for the last month, allowing him to let out all the air he seemed to have been holding since the moment he saw you in his garage.

You knew Niki wasn't one to show affection for physical contact, but seeing him not pull away made you understand that he was fine. From that moment, you would show him that everything would be fine.

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[blorbocedes]

For prev anon,

here are a few fics ft. reader/OCs that I found really compelling! These are all mostly AO3

Dodging the Heat series by Zephoria https://archiveofourown.org/series/1037364 Sebastian Vettel / teammate+rival+all around badass OC CANNOT recommend this series enough. It reads fanfic-y but the premise and tropes are VERY well done. The MC is a bit of an idiot but a lovable idiot. This is how I got into F1blr as a whole and I've reread this series so many times.... guilty pleasure. A+

Snapshot in the fast lane by f1yogurt https://archiveofourown.org/works/40419831 Niki Lauda / photographer OC It's pretty new but the prose is very good. Author knows what they're doing. They've captured the essence of that time period and ARE doing great so far.

Lifeline by lacellak (Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/25744801-lifeline-sebastian-vettel Sebastian Vettel / Oc who takes over from her brother heikki from 2014 Okay I hate wattpad as much as the next person but this fic is an absolute GEM and everyone should read this just to show how well Wattpad can be used. The prose is clean, the idea works incredibly well and the tropes are hilarious. My only complaint is that in-universe hanna (not actually hanna but kinda similar) is kinda evil but overall a great read.

1 and 3 do contain some steamy scenes (the hate sex in 1 is something else) but if you're more inclined to the steamier side of F1 then hit me up on DMs or asks <33

NIKI LAUDA??? ok I'm gonna go read that I'm so intrigued

also I definitely trust OP's taste so once again, pinging the anon who was looking for reader x driver this one is for you!!! and if you find something you like, don't hesitate to contact OP

I don't know how I became the driver x reader recommendation hub but I don't hate it as long as someone finds something new that they enjoy ^-^

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[imagoosemotherfuckers]

His stupid little bell bottoms and his douchebag turtlenecks have bewitched me

[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 19

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.2k

Previous chapter: Your first Christmas spent with Niki, the two of you decide to move in together and celebrate Christmas with some fun times

A/N: This took a while for me to write because everything that was coming out I just wasn't happy with. Updates might be rare the next few weeks while work picks up but soon I'll be back at Uni and I'll start focusing on all of my writing again.

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Your legs cramped, complaining about how long you had been sitting in your car. Niki knelt beside the car, running his hand along the exterior. His lips were parted as he listened to you talk, and once you finished, he glanced at you. He pointed to another part of the car and asked what felt like the 100th question.

Exuberantly, you explained to him what parts of the car you had recently modified for the last race. Already there was an improvement in the car's speed, increasing by a few seconds in the race. Niki, of course, had noticed and was evidently curious about what you had done. Explaining what you had done, Niki nodded and listened patiently.

Abruptly, you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, and an icy shiver ran through your body. In the back of your mind, you knew both you and Niki were being watched. As Niki knelt down further to examine the car's underside, you tossed your head, trying to grasp the eye line of whoever was looking at you. 

Your team, however, were going about their day, barely sparing you two a glance. They had all grown accustomed to seeing Niki around in the garage now. So often, he was there that they joked Niki was an unofficial third member of the team. The Ferrari garage did not appreciate such jokes, especially when it leaked to the press.

When you were about to give up, chalking the feeling to an over-reactive imagination, your eyes locked with James Hunt. He stood at the end of the garage, arms crossed, shaggy blonde hair framing the side of his face while his knee stuck up as he leaned against one of the metal walls.

James was scowling. As you captured his gaze, he didn't look away. The usual James Hunt arrogance shining through. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. As this staring match continued, nothing occurred to you. Jame's should have no reason to stare at you in such a way; after all, everything between the three of you had been so peaceful this season. Sighing, you place your hands on the side of the car and hurl yourself up. 

"Give me a few minutes, Niki."

Niki peeked at you from where he was analysing the car. He followed your gaze and noticed James. He rose.

"What is he doing here?"

"That's what I am going to find out," you say, walking towards James.

Niki followed behind you, but James, noticing you walking towards him, stretched and took a few steps forward, meeting you halfway. As James looked at Niki, his frown deepened, and it felt like you could see ice-coat his blue eyes.

"What's with the look, asshole?" Niki clamours, raising his chin at James.

"I'd like to talk to you y/n, in private," James says, ignoring Niki's remark.

Niki narrowed his eyes, sucking on his top teeth before hissing the words.

"What matter of discussion requires me not being here?"

"A sensitive one, Niki. So sod off."

Niki looked close to snarling. He took a step forward as his cheeks flushed, but before he could hit James back with an insult, you placed your hand on his chest and stopped him.

"It's not worth getting into an argument, Niki. Just give me a few minutes to talk to him."

"Seriously," Niki snapped, his gaze turning to you in disbelief. 

"You're willing to hear him out after saying he didn't want me around? He is going to talk about me. He's made that clear. Whatever he says will be bullshit."

You glance between Niki and James. You knew Niki was right; whatever James would say, it would be about Niki and likely wasn't nice, but your curiosity was hard to beat.

"Just give me a few minutes, Niki."

Jame's lips twitched into a smug smile while Niki's burning eyes and tensed face glanced between the two of you before storming off. 

"You really know how to rile him up, don't you, James," you say, crossing your arms as you give him a disapproving look.

"I need some fun around here." James jostles, smirking, but as he sees his playfulness isn't making the situation better, his smile slips.

"Come on, y/n, don't tell me being engaged to that man for a month has drained any sense of humour from your mind."

"I still have my sense of humour, James's, but it's not funny seeing Niki upset."

"We're all friends, really. Though Niki seems to detest that word. You know it. It's friends chumming around."

"Is this really what you pulled me away from my work to talk about?"

If James still had any more joyfulness captured on his face, it faded quickly. He glanced to the ground and then back up at you, a solum breath of air leaving his lips. 

"You will not like what I am going to say, y/n."

"Then is there any need to say it?"

"Yes," Jame's stressed, taking a step forward to you.

The seriousness of the tone of Jame's voice and how his face had lost its usual charm shook you more than you thought it would. You'd never seen him so serious before. Not even when he was getting ready to race. 

"Then tell me."

Jame's eyes glance to the car behind you, then capture your eyes again.

"What were you just telling Niki y/n?"

You tilted your head, confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Please, just answer me."

"Well... I was just telling him some improvements I made in my car."

James hung his head, letting out another sigh.

"And how long has he been interested in knowing these things y/n?"

Suddenly, like the last puzzle piece fitted into the image, everything made sense.  

"No, James, that's not it."

"You knew what he was like y/n; you saw the way he treated you before. He didn't care. Not until you were winning. He knew you were doing things to the car-"

"What you are suggesting is ridiculous, James! Are you even hearing yourself right now?"

"I was watching him. I'd never seen him so interested in something before. I know Niki y/n; I've known him for a long time; I know what he is like."

"And I know what you are like! I can't believe you are accusing the person you just called a friend of something like that. To lie is one thing, but to fake a whole relationship? You really think Niki would be so heartless to do that simply to win?"

"Of course, I don't want to think that of him y/n, who would? But the evidence is there, and I don't want to see you being hurt by him."

You huff and shake your head at James, taking a step back.

"You don't want to see me hurt? Right, I see what this is."

Jame's eyes widen as he tries to take another step toward you. 

"Wait, y/n, that's not- that wasn't what I meant-"

"Niki and I are very happy, James, though that seems to surprise the entire world. I love him, and he loves me, and I would appreciate it if you didn't ‌meddle in our relationship any further."

You turned your back on James, fists clenched as you stormed off, following the path Niki took. You felt your cheeks burn in anger, your whole body vibrating. But what you hated more was the nagging feeling buried deep in the back of your mind that James had unlocked, the doubt of the relationship within. 

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