niki lauda headcannons x PA! reader headcannons
being anywhere around niki is a whirlwind, be honest do we think he is a gentlemen? no, obviously not. but being his personal assistant meant more to him than anything. he lacked compassion, his main focus was winning.
sometimes he could be terribly rude, off putting, cocky, any word that had a negative connotation could be used for this man right here. he barks orders, demands the spotlight, and constantly cracks ill-fitting jokes in your vicinity whether it be about his opponents or about you. man had a wicked sense of humor.
night before his big race, he would be wound up, angry about the idea of him losing, a giant bundle of nerves and pent up rage thinking about anything he has failed at. he would demand you only in his room, sitting in the corner as he paces across the suite. “fuck!’ he mumbles, hands tugging at the ends of his hair. visible distraught spread across his face. “is there anything i can get for you, mr. lauda?” you asked, crossing your legs and sitting up straight, not trying to further upset the wound up man.
“please, just.. sit there, and fuck, i don’t know do something useful!” he barked orders at you like you were the child in this situation. you knew this was simply because of tomorrows events, he was just being an extra asshole, he always was before big things. “you, sit down on the bed, stop pacing you’re stressing me out. you don’t want me stressed out either, lauda.” you barked back, pointing in his direction to lead him to the bed.
his face taught, cocking an eyebrow at you before slowly moving to follow your orders. “i don’t understand what this is supposed to do! i’m still stressed out.” he crosses his arms, shaking his head in a. childlike way, throwing a hissy fit. after dusting off your lap, and striding over to his side, you sat down beside the childlike man, grabbing his hands in yours, “just close your eyes, and calm down. breathe.” he kept up his angry facade before relinquishing all power to you.
you spoke softly to him, guiding him through a meditative state, letting one hand rise to his cheek, stroking it softly with your thumb. “it will be fine, you are so amazing, you have nothing to worry about, darling.” he hums into your hand, feeling the flood of anxiety leaving his body slowly. his eyes remained closed as yours studied the man, taking in his distinct features. “i’m gonna fuck that guy up. he will go home and cry to his mother.”
shaking your head you lightly slapped his cheek, “no negativity. stop that. you can uplift yourself without putting someone down, lauda.” a slight smirk appearing on his face, “do that again.” his lips left in a partition, awaiting for your reaction. “smack you?” you asked, almost sarcastically. “do it again.” he demands, sitting up straight before opening his eyes, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes.
you shook your head, laughing off his advancements before slightly scooting away, not sure of his intentions or motives, but intrigued by what he meant by smack me.
his hands found their way to your hips before straddling upon you above the bed, leaning in close towards your lips before mumbling a quick, “i think we can figure a better way to relieve stress.. yeah?” he smirked, pressing his lips against the side fo your neck before attacking it with soft bites. “i.. i mean, it could.. work..” you stuttered out, shocked at his sudden advancements. “but,” you interjected, “it would be a lot more fun if you left me take care of you..” whispering, a soft smirk appearing on his face before nodding, rolling himself over before pulling you by your belt loops on top of his lap.
